Stella entered in the party's room and I noticed her immediatly. She was quite a presence. We were introduced and in a while we were chatting as old friends.

The dawn came and we saw it at her home. What a woman!

The months passed and our romance enhanced. She was incredibly liberal in sex and everything.

She began occasionaly to play in my ass with her fingers, first discretly, but as she noticed my pleasure, more frequently. From this point on was easy for her to use dildos on me. I let it because she did it so gently that I couldnīt think of anything more pleasant.

One day she said:

- Have you ever had an intercourse with a real male? Iīm sure youīll like it.

I doubt her and she continued:

- Cīmom, I see as you moam when Iīm fucking your ass. Just imagine a real cock, with a man pulsing of desire, grabbing you and penetrating into your guts giving you the full pleasure of a female.

I considered it a very moving image and, as Stella noticed, I became horny.

This day she fucked my ass so sweetely that I thought she might be right for me having sex with a real man.

Afterwards, Stella became frentic to transform me into a pretty lady.

She fancied me and taught me how to behave like a chick.

I was enjoying the results. .

Stella then said:

- Now, I think you need a date.

Then came the day. I was really nervous and Stella eased me.

- You are fine. Be natural, make him confortable.

The man came in. He was beatifull, inteligent and very kind. He treat me as a real girl, glancing at me and flerting. He ask me to dance with him after the dinner. It was a so intimate scene that my heart pumped madly. Stella left us alone. I breathed anxiously, my knees trembled as we throlled around in the living room.

He hug me tightly, and when I turn up my head to watch him, he kissed me. I felt as if a bolt had hit me. I almost passed out when he started to say such a nice things in my ear, as long as he grabbed my body against his. I felt his male member pressing me, so that instintively I grabbed it. His tongue traveled inside mine so smoothly as I have never felt. I sussurred to him:

- Take me all. Iīm your girl.

He did it. He made me knee and ask me to suck his intumesced penis, what I did with indescridible satisfaction.

He rised my skirt, took my panties off and penetrated in my annus, doing it very gently. I was having a crescente excitement as much as I realized I was beeing fucked by a real man and feeling myself completly as a woman.

I came, he cames, once, twice, so many times during this night that I lost the count.

I screemed in the middle of one of our intercourse:

- Iīm a female! Make me such a woman forever.

I dated Mr.B frequently and one day I told to Stella that I was in love with him. She laughed in a way that embarassed me.

- What so? I asked.

- You in love? - She replied full of despise.- Watch yourself. Canīt you see that is ridiculous?

- Why you say that?

She stand up in front of me, grabed my arm with some violence pulled me to stand in front of the huge mirror in the living room. She lighted all lights and shouted:

- Pay attention.

Then she started to undress and showed her beatifull teets.

- Do you have these?

She forced me to unstrip my blouse.

- Look at you, what a shame. See how round and soft mines are. Touch me.

She put my hands on her warm breast.

- Could you offer such thing to your man? Of course not. Look! Round, soft, warm. Beatifull. Good to leak, suck and touch. See my nipples. They are hardening, showing all my excitment. Do it! You canīt.

I felt humiliated with her arguments but as a matter of fact I couldnīt contest her.

She took off all her clothes and did the same with me.

- See now. My curves, my hips, my waist, my legs, everything, so feminine, so inviting to love, so smooth. I know no man can really resist it. Now, look at you. The hairs all over your face, no curves, no softness, not a nice female voice.

- Stop it, please, no need to harash me. - I finally tried to reply. That was worst because she get real mad and shouted in angry.

- No, queer fish, you didnīt get the point.

She get pretty close to me, and put my hand between her tights.

- Are you feeling how moist I am. How warm. You realized what is it? My cunt! I have one, desirable, ready to accept a penis, to envolve it, to make a man moam and beg for more. This is power, baby. Itīs a pussy, the most powerful tool to submit a man. And you donīt have one. But you have had a hint of how wonderful is to have this power between the legs. You feeled a man screeming as he came inside you, and I know how you like it. Isnīt that wright?Say it!

- Iīve never felt such a pleasant feeling. - The tears rolled on my face.

She noticed that I was having a huge erection so she grabbed my cock, put in the entrance of her pussy and said in very mean way:

- See the difference. I have such a power over you that you will come at command of my vagina. You dare to deny?

As she said such words I felt that it was all true and in almost sadistic way she made me to ejaculate just rubbing her pussy on my gland. She did it laughing and mocking my anatomy.

I was so ashamed that I kneeled and begged her to pardon me, not knowing exactly why.

To my desperation she sat on the dinnig room table and masturbated herself proclaming that as I was a man I couldnīt never have the pleasure she was having to play with my desire as she wished.

- You are a poor man. You canīt come as I do, as many times as I want. And yet I can command you to pleasure me. Do it, whore, suck me!.

She grabbed my head and stuck it into her groins. I was still pulsing of excitement and to accept her orders seemed to me a natural thing to get me back in her considerations. I made it the best I could and she had a sequence of strong orgasms, allways rejoycing the fact of being a dominant female.

This episode shook me mainly because at the end she revealed:

- Mr. B fucks you because Iīm paying him to do it. You could never conquer a man like him. You are a pathetic creature.

During the next weeks I encountered Mr. B and put things clear. Oh, yes, he was being well paid to say such nice things to me. I was deeply sad but he told me something that in some way relieved my pain:

- You are not as Stella told. You are gentle, I liked it. If your figure become more "womanly" you certainly will interest men. Donīt give up. As a matter of fact I like to fuck you.

Things evolved rapidly. Stella ordered me:

-Iīll feminize you. I canīt see you so miserable.

She took me to Dr. K.

I was bombarded with all kinds of information about being feminized and at the end Dr. K said:

- So, you can be castrated chemically as well as mecanically either by surgery or grinding the spermatic cord. I particulary recomend the burdizzo.

- What? - I replied.

- Iīll show you. He then get an album with lots of photograph of heards and kids being castrated by using this particular plier to crush their testicular cords.

- Itīs almost painless, no blood and tottaly secure. I think that Stella would be pleased to perform it.

- What? - Again I replied.

- Oh, donīt be afraid. I trained her a lot with cats, dogs and kids in my farm. Sheīs quite an expert, she will take a good care of your balls.

He said that with a incredible smile, blinking to Stella. She laughed too and said to me in a voice that though tender had a hint of mockery:

- Wouldnīt you allow me such a pleasure? To emasculate you with my own hands? Isnīt that a thrill? Wouldnīt you be proud of it?

I was so confused that started to cry. They consolated me and encouraged me to do the castration. Finally Stella said:

- Ok, I know thatīs a tough thing to decide. Take your time and think about it.

It passed a full month and I had not decided. I was very afraid of it. Stella then got me to a party in a house of some of her acquaintances. Iīve have never been there before.

They call it "ladies of the circle' party". There I was presented to others like me. The Ladies were kept appart from their scorts. I was in the scorts' room. They were most lovely with me, making it easy to get along. They were trying to convice me to accept the castration and many of them showed me their emasculated members.

- Look - said one of them - You will never return to what you were, Will you? So why not go ahead and become a full girl?

I finnaly decide to be castrated by Stella. She was exulting when I told to her my decision.

- It will be the best castration party that will ever been seen.

The day came and I was dressed in a special castration suit. A long and white caftan so that I could be distinguished from anywhere in the premises. They were all there, the ladies and theirscorts, very excited. It was really a luxurious party. I was called at certain moment to a stage where there was a kind of ginecological table, all decorated with orchids. Stella showed me to the audience and they applauded us. She wear a very kinky leather suit.

They put me in the table and straped me so that I could barely move. A mirror strategicaly posed allowed me to see my groins. My caftan was raised and my legs were completally opened, my balls pending like a pendulum. Stella, holded my balls tightly. I felt some pain and sighted. She pronounced loudly such words:

- I wil castrate you, so all your manhood will be extinguished. You will become a eunuch, and as such you will serve me passively and obediently and I promess to take care of you as long as you irrestrictly submit yourself to me.

- Say loudly you want it.- Said someone to me.

I was trembling and hesitated a little. Stella squeezed my balls so I shouted:

- Yes, I want very much to be a eunuch to serve you.

A rumor pervaded the room. Then they googled me and, shaking, I saw Stella, smiling with proud and satisfaction, to get the plier in her hand. She gently reached my left testicle cord through the scrotum skin, put it in the plierīs grip and looking at me with incredible fierce face locked the tool. I heard a metal click and the cord was crushed, I screamed of pain, but just a moam get out of my abbliterated mouth. She repeated the procedure in the same cord but half an inch above.

- One is gone - she said in a very mocking way so that some smiles occurred in the audience.

She then reached the second cord and as she squeezed the plier, looked at me and in definitely sarcastic way said:

- Say good bye to your manhood darling.

I was shouting of pain and crying. I thought it was over but some strong hands holded my head as Stella came to me, kissed me and said loudly:

- Now you will take my mark to confirm my possession.

As she said that I noticed that someone was giving to her an incandescent iron. I pannicked and tried to move unsuccessifully. She bended over me and whispered in my ears so that only me could hear her:

- You are now my bitch!

She stuck the iron on my back shoulder.

I passed out with the pain.

Things evolved very fast. I recovered from the castration and ironing trauma and some two months after I was completely healed. My testicles desapeared. The scar on my back became discrete and in certain way I started to like the idea of having Stellaīs mark on my body. She was very kind to me in these recovering days. Once I noticed she was wearing a new jewel, a necklace with a golden circle pending like a ring:

- This is my circle. I became a member of the "ladies' circle". It represents you, not a man neither a woman, thatīs why the circle. An eunuch that I made You, my bitch.

I accepted the situation, so I started a rigorous hormonization program. It lasted for almost two years but worked wonderfully. My body changed dramatically, and most amazing, my mind changed completely. I had no more a male wardrobe. My drawers were full of nice panties, laces and all feminine stuff possible. I enjoied to fancy myself with these itens.

My breasts grew to a considerable size. I can say now I have real teets. They have grown nicely, round and firm. My nipples were big as a pea and ligth brown with a medium size aureola.

I have a waist and good feminin legs. Looking in the mirror, just beside Stella, we both naked, she allways judged:

- See how beautifull you are now? So desirable, soft and feminin? Can you imagine the bennefit I gave you descovering such a nice woman inside you? You would live a mediocre manīs life, just being whiped by any pussy passing by, like a puppet, but, no, you are now an almost complete powerfull woman, ready to seduce and dominate.

I really learned a lot of things about being a woman. First, my manhood memories were each time more distant, I couldnīt think anymore as a man. I changed my interests and became more focused in how a woman behave mainly in the presence of men. It was subtil but I got the gait. I learned how to be insinuating, erotic and seductive, in the right measure. How to identify male signals, to interpret their glances to my body and above all to enjoy this new power I was acquiring. It was wonderfull when I could play with menīs desires.

Stella allowed me to train these new habilities so, I dated lots of men and she would coach me allways. I became an expert in seducing these poor males and lay then at my will.I even started to like to despise some of then. I was understanding a bit more of Stellaīs mind.That's what I thought.

Stella said to me once:

- You are ready to become a complete woman. You need a nice fucking pussy. Shall we get it.

I was carried again to Dr K. and finnally I was surgically transformed. They gave me a real nice pussy, I canīt deny.

I expend another year of training with my new anatomy. Stella was a guide to me, so patient and undertandable that I was definitively in love with her. We kept having sexual intercourses, very pleasant and of couse addapted to my new features. She tought me how to handle my new pussy and clitoris and how to extract full plasure of them. No hurry, no anxiety, just patience and imagination. Then she decided that I would have a honeymoon.

- With Mr. B, you like him, donīt you? Go somewhere with him this next week and play the loving couple, be his woman.

I was so happy!

Iīve never had intercourse with a real men since my transformation. Stella used dildos of all sizes to fuck my pussy and keep it ready. That would be my "devirgination".

We went to a pleaseant resort on the beach. I was full of joy to be with my man. He always treated me as his woman. We walked hands in hands, kissed passionately and changed sweet words.

The first night I wear a white sexy lingerie, perfumed myself and appeared to him in the most seductive way I could. He gave me back all kindness I expected. He embraced me and said in a deep voice that he loved me and wanted me. He carressed my thights, kissed my breasts, sqeezed my niplles with his lips and touched my vulva with his fingers. He grabbed me strongly, put me in the bed, took off my panties and sucked my cunt and my new clitoris. It was so intense that I came immediatly. He didnīt stop and openned my legs firmely. I grabbed his cock and put it in my pussy introitus. He stroke gently until his member enters inside me. He get in fully, throbbing and passionately. I moved my hips to and fro in a crescent of desire. I screamed like a mare in heat, he shouted to me:

- Fuck bitch, get all my dick inside you.

This conducted us to incredible orgasms, those that only people in love can have. He innundated me with his juice and I left it dripp from my inside through my legs. Thatīs what a woman must do with herīs man cum.

It was a magic week. I knew that Stella was paying him but I couldnīt consider that the way we glued as lovers couldnīt be only a fake.

When we said good bye at the return he whispered in my ears:

- I really like you. If one day Stella frees you from your obbligation, come to me.

We kissed passionately. Mr. B is my true love.

My life with Stella, as her bitch, was smooth. I had some dates with Mr. B and no other man interested me. Stella noticed that and arranged to me other dates. I never refused, as Stella had good taste for man. It was fun, but I didnīt love anyone except Mr. B. I know now that he loves me too because our flame never dismayed, although we must disguise our feelings not to rise Stellaīs jealousy. We are doing it pretty good.

Any way, Stella wasnīt so enthusistic with me anymore, although we kept doing good sex and I still loved her.

She made many other acquaintances and particulary one guy called my attention. She never commented it with me, what is unusual, and he became more conspiscuous. The things I was seeing reminded myself when I began to date Stella. This made me feel unease. Pehaps she was tired of me. I was jealous and I made her notice it. She pretended didnīt understand the point and else, she declared her love to him in front of me. He was kind but, as I noticed, a lot naïve about Stella. He was charmed by her, probably doing whatever she wanted to do sexually with him.

I was mad and I made my point. We argued strongly. She gets angry and beats me up with a whip. I runned to my room humiliated and crying. I have never thought she would do that to me.

She came, later, into the room, stopped in front of me and stared me.

I realized at this moment, looking to her face as she gazed me that I was her pray. I've always been it, since the first moment I knew her. Nothing that happened to me was by chance, it has been all her plan. She conducted me, manipulated my feelings, seduced me, played with my fantasies with one single purpose: to prey me, to turn me into her bitch. And she did it. There was me, at her feet, helpless, defeated, begging for her mercy. I looked in her eyes and I didnīt see any tenderness, but proud and toughness. She was the winner, she dominated me with her strength and she have no consideration about my concerns. She said in a incisive and commanding voice, that wouldnīt admmit reply:

- Behave yourself! Put up to help me to conquer this person as my other bitch.

I will obbey, of course, there is nothing I can do, she is much stronger than I.

She is the vulture of my weakness.

God helps me.