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DOG

Eight Years Prior - my backstory

Miss Kim found me when I was twenty-five and at my lowest point. My girlfriend of two years broke up with me a few weeks earlier. Among other hurtful words, she told me I was not worthy of being a boyfriend for any woman nor did I have the cock that would satisfy anybody. I loved her and I believed everything she said to me as she walked out the door. So when a beautiful woman twenty years my senior showed unexpected attention to me while I worked, I was easily interested.

The first time I was naked with Miss Kim was anything but a sexual interaction. It was after our fourth date. During our third date, Miss Kim told me she was a Professional Dominatrix looking for an at-home male housekeeper / slave. Our first two dates were one-sided in that description. I thought I was going out with an attractive, confident older woman. Miss Kim was interviewing me as a possible candidate without me having any idea.

Instead of going home alone as I had the previous three dates, I shared the Uber to her ‘office’ for my introduction into my future life. We entered a small room in a warehouse district. Miss Kim led me down the stairs to her dungeon as we had entered on the second floor of the building. I had been instructed to remove all my clothes upon her command. I tried to look around the room as I pulled off shirt and trousers but it seemed sparsely furnished. She did not comment on my light-skinned body as I folded my clothes and set them on a small table just inside the door. My neck and wrists went into the three holes of a wooden pillory like that used in the 1700’s for criminals to be publicly humiliated.

The lock clicked and I was now locked into place. She had told me how the evening would proceed but this was totally new territory for me and I really did not know how I would respond. Each ankle was secured to the wooden plank I now stood. My feet were spread as wide apart as my shoulders. Miss Kim finally came into my view. She was wearing a leather bustier with matching leather panty and boots that extended above her knees. She held the leather flogger. She confirmed I was still willing to proceed and when I said ‘yes’, Miss Kim moved behind me.

She dragged the leather tails over my back and buttocks before lightly slapping my skin. She spoke to me continuously as shoulders, back and thighs felt slowly increasing stings. The air was cool in the dungeon but I soon felt my skin warm and sweat form on various parts of my body. ‘SNAP’ as the flogger crashed between my shoulder blades and I cried out in pain for the first time in our relationship. Alternating firm and tender, Miss Kim played the flogger over my body to varying physical effects. ’SNAP’ as my left thigh felt the hard sting and my knee buckled. Over the next twenty-five minutes the skin on the back side of my body was made varying shades of pink and red.

I surprised myself by how long I had withstood her painful attention before I began to sob. The attractive 45 year-old Dominatrix finally walked in front of me and offered me sips of ice water from a paper cup. She gave me praise for my ability to take pain for the first session. She told me she had expected me to use the safe word she provided within the first ten minutes. Never once did she comment on any aspect of my body.

Four days later at noon, I arrived at the address she provided for her home to audition as her housekeeper. A young Asian woman greeted me at the door and provided me an envelope. The note stated that Mei would show me around the property after I had changed into the clothes left for me. I would do as Mei instructs and that Miss Kim would be home before going out for the evening.

The plan was for me to spend the weekend at Miss Kim’s home so I would understand my duties and expectations. I got a friend to cover my weekend shifts at the club I tended bar where I first met Miss Kim. Mei handed me a pair of woman’s panties and asked me to put them on once undressed. She turned her back to me as I got naked and pulled the panty over my small bulge. Mei then handed me a one piece pink maids dress that hung just below my buttocks. She gave me a pair of flats but told me I would be required to learn how to preform my duties in heels. Then she slipped a pink stretchy hood over my head with only openings for my eyes and a slit for my mouth. I was effectively made gender neutral in appearance.

None of this was a surprise but it didn’t mean I was comfortable either. I had never worn panties or a dress. Mei took my hand and led me out the front door. The residence was bordered by an eight-foot brick and stone wall on all four sides. She said the residence has a gardener but showed me some of the flowering plants in the front yard I would be responsible for on a daily basis. We walked around the side of the house to reach the back yard. It was spacious with a covered patio and a large swimming pool and spa.

The house had four bedrooms though only one of the rooms had a bed. Two rooms were used as a reading room and an office for Miss Kim. The fourth bedroom had two metal cages. Mei gave me a look and pointed to the one on the left side of the room saying that one is hers. The implication being the other one would be mine. This detail I did not see coming. We were just finishing Miss Kim’s salad for lunch when she arrived home. She dropped off a collection of bags from shopping before sitting at the table without a word to either of us.

Mei motioned for me to serve Miss Kim. We had prepared a large chicken caesar salad from scratch. I delivered the salad and a glass of iced tea to Miss Kim then retreated as Mei had instructed. Miss Kim took one bite of her salad then snapped her fingers. Mei hurriedly moved across the floor to stand a few feet from where Miss Kim sat. She slipped off the silk kimono leaving her nude with shaved pussy. Only then did I see the metal ring around her neck. Finally Miss Kim spoke to me. “Come here, Michael. Get on the floor and make Mei cum with your tongue before I finish my lunch.” I stood speechless in my pink maid’s dress and pink stretchy hood until her look grew stern. I scurried to the floor and quickly put my tongue to Mei.

The one thing my girlfriend had said I was good at was going down on her and I hoped Mei would feel the same. I’m sure my panty-covered ass was visible but Miss Kim never said a word. My fingernails dragged inside Mei’s open thighs and my tongue pushed through the slit in my hood. I licked up and down her pussy with a fevered tongue. Soon I tasted her pussy and felt her growing wetness. I could hear the fork clink the bowl from time-to-time and tried to put out of my head that Miss Kim was merely eating her lunch while I went down on Mei just a few feet from her. This was so surreal to my prior existence.

Mei came on my tongue without making a sound. Her hips pushed upwards and rode my lips as my tongue licked firmly up and down her tight slit. I wondered if she had ever taken a cock in her pussy; she seemed to be so tight around my tongue as I gave her head. She came a second time on my tongue before Miss Kim commanded “enough”. I slipped my face from between her legs and could taste the juice from her orgasm lingering on the opening around my hood. “The salad was wonderful. Thank you, Mei.”

Two weeks later, I quit my job at the club and my life of servitude to Miss Kim officially began. A contract between us is signed and notarized. I gave away all my worldly positions and assets to either Miss Kim or charity. Miss Kim committed to providing me shelter for the balance of my lifetime.

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SERVITUDE

The first few weeks of servitude were obviously challenging. Miss Kim had told me she had employed a male slave for seven years until he decided he needed his freedom. Mei had arrived at her home a few months after that separation and has been living with her for nearly five years. Miss Kim had the experience of ownership and knew exactly what she required. This form of living was completely new to me. I can’t say I bridled at the treatment or my lowly standing, it was just difficult at times to have zero say about every aspect of living.

Upon arrival, Miss Kim put my male clothes into a trash bag and had Mei deposit them in the trash can. I was given an unflattering pair of granny panties. I put them on then Miss Kim put a leather hood over my head. The eye and mouth holes were zippered closed. Mei led me inside the house and down a flight of stairs that I had not realized existed. I was laid over a leather-covered saw horse. My wrists and ankles were cuffed to the four legs. Miss Kim used a wooden paddle on my panty-covered ass until it was beet red. She used the flogger on my thighs and back until I was sobbing into the leather hood from the pain.

The next six months produced the beginning of my physical transformation under the guidance of Miss Kim and the hands-on efforts of Mei.

On day two of my servitude, I awoke in my cage with an aching body from the previous days whipping. Miss Kim unlocked the door and instructed me to shower and use the toilet. The cold water washed over my body causing my welted skin to once more sting and burn. I leaned against the wall and cried out in pain as Miss Kim watched over me. I had barely dried my body and urinated when Mei entered the room to with shaving cream and a razor. She proceeded to shave my groin, pits and legs until they had a ‘lady-like’ smoothness to them.

Then Miss Kim locked my penis into a small metal chastity cage. “You won’t be needing this and I really do not wish to see it,” Miss Kim mocked as she locked it into place. Her strong fingers had forced my testes into the metal ring before pushing the cage over my circumsized head. She spoke to Mei as she did - instructing her how to put me in chastity as that would be her task going forward.

Miss Kim then turned me to face the mirror as she used the shears to shave the hair off my head. Mei applied the same shaving cream then drew the razor across my skull until I was bald.

At each step of my physical transformation, Miss Kim had the ability to make me feel complete humiliation over and over. Sometimes it was the actual activity of the transformation. And sometimes it was the location or the setting that made my embarrassment unique.

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MANBOOBS

Man-boobs. Mannaries. Every young man ogles a woman’s breasts from the time he becomes aware. Sometimes the sight and thoughts will make him blush when he’s caught staring. Sometimes he will merely smile with a sense of cockiness. Never does he imagine having breasts of his own. A man has a chest, not breasts.

Beginning with my second month at Miss Kim’s, she introduced a low dosage of hormones into my diet. At first I was unaware but soon began to notice changes in my chest. The tissue became tender then swollen. When I brought this to Miss Kim’s attention thinking I was not well, she just smiled her knowing smile and told me it is all part of the my journey. At four months, Mei took me shopping for brassieres as my breasts had progressed to an A-cup with always swollen nipples and puffy areolas.

Mei exchanged pleasantries and laughs with the beautiful young sales associate named Morgan. Meanwhile I stood quietly still embarrassed by my physical appearance in public. Dressed in a tight white tank top with a black skirt, my burgeoning breasts were obvious but fortunately my caged penis was not. Wearing heels, I’m nearly six feet tall with a bald head. My made up face is still a work in progress with Mei helping me but it’s up to me to apply to my eyes, cheeks and lips. Morgan finally says hello as Mei introduces us. She takes my hand and leads me to the changing room, telling me to remove my tank.

She and Mei soon return with a few styles of bras all with A-cups. Morgan squeezes my breasts and giggles at the sensory sensation. She turns her head towards Mei and comments how soft they feel to her hands. It’s obvious she is not unfamiliar fondling a woman’s breast. When her palms brush my sensitive nipples a soft moan slips from my lips. As her hands squeeze, I can feel my caged penis begin to leak into my panty.

Each bra is tried on by me with the ladies watching. They take turns feeling the fit of the straps over my shoulders and the cups holding my mannaries. Eventually, Mei chooses four bras for me to purchase. I leave the last one on and pull my tank over my head and tuck it into the black skirt. It feels foreign but not uncomfortable.

By the time I celebrate my six month anniversary with Miss Kim and Mei, I am going back to see Morgan to purchase B-cups.

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As my manneries grew from A-cups to B-cups, the form of my weekly beatings changed to match my changing body. As has become the custom for Sundays after I clear the lunch dishes, I retreat to my room to prepare myself. I sit at my little makeup table and accentuate the mascara around my eyes and apply bright red lipstick. A bit of foundation and powder to make my cheeks appear nearly ghostly white. My shaved head glistens against the lights. Two sets of gold rings accentuate my ears. The look is a bit clownish but it is as Miss Kim desires for the afternoon ‘entertainment’.

“Miss Kim, if you are ready,” I say as I return to the living room where she and Mei are engaging in cunnilingus. I am only wearing thin white panties over my caged penis and low heels. Miss Kim pushes Mei from her juicy cunt and stands up to examine my make up efforts. A smile tells me I am getting better at the process. I follow her down the stairs to the room under the house. Miss Kim slips on a disposable latex glove and tells me to stand before the cross after removing my panties.

Two gloved fingers dripping in lube press between my cheeks. Her fingers move roughly against my puckered anus then leaves me there. More lube is squirted onto the two-inch thick dildo mounted to the cross. I step backwards and feel the head of the dildo press to my hole. An exhale to relax and I continue to feel the thick dildo pushing inside me. I moan softly and my penis begins to leak in the cage. Miss Kim removes the latex and shackles each wrist to the cross. My ankles are next, my legs spread eagle on the cross. Mei enters and wheels the six-foot tall mirror to just the left of my view so I can see myself on display. Nude and bald with the exaggerated facial make-up looking back at me. And now, my B-cup manboobs with the puffy areolas.

Mei is nude as she moves about the room without saying a word to me. She sets out the instruments Miss Kim has decided she will use today though I cannot see them from where I am bound. Miss Kim in leather with boots returns. She looks ravishing with the flowing hair and amazing curves. My penis begins to drool through the cage. The lefthand leather fingerless glove that covers her palm but shows off her perfect manicure grip my swollen balls. A moan is elicited from my mouth. Then her similarly adorned right hand begins to paw at my mannaries. Tender at first, caressing the new flesh that her hormone treatment has induced.

In time, Miss Kim’s leather covered hand gropes my boobs before focusing the attention on my puffy’s. They continue to be so sensitive and the longer she touches them, the more I find myself shaking in the shackles. While focusing on her, I have missed Mei moving along the wall. The vibrating wand she presses to my taint then against my smooth balls makes me jump and lurch while the dildo continues to stretch my hole. My penis begins to ache more than it has in weeks as the stimulation by both continues. I can feel my body begin to perspire as I wiggle and rail against the shackles keeping me completely exposed. Mei forces the head of the wand between my taint and balls then zip ties it in place and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Like a cat, Miss Kim steps back and grabs the flogger. I can still imagine her hands on my mannaries when the first crash of the flogger to my tits snaps me from the euphoria. I cry out in surprise and pain. Miss Kim drags the tails and snaps them against my skin. She rubs them against my belly as if a caress only to whip it quickly to redden my skin. My breasts become streaked red from the tails as she snaps and flicks the flogger against my prone torso. My lower lip quivers and I can feel the tears in my eyes before they begin to stream down my ghostly white cheeks.

Each time Miss Kim strikes my body, I push back against the cross. And the thick dildo buried in my rectum. I am fucking my own ass by trying to escape her flogging. Miss Kim pauses the flogging to use her manicured nails to rake my ball sac. Combined with the pressed wand to my balls, my pee slit now is continuously drooling from tip to floor. I am moaning and crying but I know it will only stop when Miss Kim decides it will. Black mascara now streaks my white cheeks. I have nearly chewed and licked all the paint from my lips. My breasts ache from pain and balls ache from sexual frustration. And now, Miss Kim uses the flogger on my chastity cage and balls. I SCREAM in pain.

Miss Kim once more lets Mei into the room. She walks in nude covered in oil, her skin glistening. I look from her to the mirror and see my tear-stained face and beet red mannaries and belly then back to her. Mei steps up and presses her body against mine. She grinds her cunt against my chastity-encased soft penis. She feels warm and wet yet I can barely enter her cunt. Her breasts mash against mine. I howl in the pain of the touch and moan about her sensuality. “Oh baby I want you inside me so badly. I want your cock penetrating my wet pussy and getting off inside me.” She continues to writhe against my body smearing the oil from her to me as she continues to dirty talk me. The press of her body has the mounted dildo firmly inside my anal passage and my locked up penis leaking profusely.

Miss Kim switches off the wand and cuts the zip ties from my thigh. “You two look so sexy together. I will make you an offer slave,” Miss Kim speaks as Mei continues to grind on me. “I will give you three minutes to get off in Mei but if you don’t, the beating will resume for 30 more minutes. If you decline the offer, we will be finished for this week.” My mind races with the desire to orgasm. It has been months and I the desire has waned but I don’t know when or if she will let me cum. Ultimately, i decline. My new breasts ache and my butthole feels like it will be permanently gaped. I don’t think I can withstand 30 more minutes.

Miss Kim almost looks pleased at my decision. Mei gets on the floor and spreads her legs open like wanton whore. I am unshackled at ankles then wrists with my body nearly collapsing as I fall off the dildo. Miss Kim points and I crawl between Mei’s legs and begin to tongue her cunt. She is wet. It’s obvious she enjoyed rubbing on my chastity while I was bound on the cross. Within a few minutes, Mei whimpers in a squirting orgasm that washes over my face and further smears my makeup.

### - Three Years In

We celebrated my three years serving Miss Kim by going out to dinner at a beautiful restaurant downtown. Miss Kim was joined by another Dominatrix named Miss Rachael. Both ladies were dressed in striking fashion that turned the heads of men and women alike as we moved to our table. Of course, the two women trailing behind them also turned heads. The statuesque Asian, Mei, with dark hair to her ass holding hands with the tall, bald woman would turn heads anywhere.

By this point, I had lost 40 pounds and was down to a lithe 125 pounds. I maintain my weight primarily through a healthy diet and exercise with a trainer. I continue to take a maintenance dosage of hormones and natural herbs to regulate my weight. My breasts are now a very healthy C-cup with the still present puffy areolas and fat, sensitive nipples. I have had laser treatments to permanently remove all the hair on my body except my eyebrows. They were initially painful but I have enjoyed not having to shave regularly to keep my skin smooth as Miss Kim desires.

My voice is a bit higher than before meeting Miss Kim but not quite that of a natural female. I have become very proficient with my make up. It is as if I’ve been doing it since puberty! The combination of makeup and voice makes it so it is rare when anyone that does not know my backstory questions my femininity in public. I now have five piercings in my left ear and three in my right. Miss Kim is contemplating having my septum pierced. She would love to pierce my nipples and my belly button but fears it would interfere with my weekly beatings. Tonight, both Mei and I are wearing inflatable butt plugs and Miss Rachael made certain we were fully inflated before stepping from the car. This did make the walk through the restaurant awkward.

The dinner and drinks is wonderful. I love my life being Miss Kim’s somewhat-female sex slave. This is a wonderful celebration of our time together and I am so happy! I have not had any sexual urges or sexual dreams in more than two years. I know my place in Miss Kim’s world. She announced that the first phase of my transformation was complete with this celebratory dinner.

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For my thirtieth birthday, Miss Kim had me castrated. I had not had an orgasm in over four years and had no desire for my own sexual pleasure so this just felt like the natural progression. The pre-op visits to the physician would have once seemed bizarre but they have just become a part of life with Miss Kim.

I am nude on a gynecologist chair with my legs elevated and parted. The physician who has known Miss Kim for many years is still impressed by my feminine appearance. I am quite striking with my bald head and beautiful C-cups. The fact that I am laser smooth from head-to-toe merely adds to the overall presentation. Miss Kim has removed the chastity cage from my very small penis for the exam. The physician pokes and prods my testicles and sack but finds that I have no physical reaction to the touch. He pronounces me ready for surgery.

Well in advance of this, Miss Kim has had my penis pierced. The Prince Albert now holds my chastity cage in place without having to have a ring behind my balls. It hurt like hell when it was done and Miss Kim did need to take care with my beatings while the skin healed.

I awake to find myself without testicles. It’s not that I had played with them previously but now I find myself touching the area with some regularity as if they will reappear.

And then tragedy struck. A month short of our eight-year anniversary together, Miss Kim passed away after a brief illness. Mei and I were devastated. Mei had been with her for over thirteen years. Miss Kim had her affairs in order and granted Mei her freedom. As for me? Well my body had been transformed quite grotesquely unique some may say. Fortunately we had an agreement and Miss Kim was a Lady of honor.

Mic and Miss Bee are not the subsequent owners I would have ever imagined serving but life once more intervened. They have been married for nearly five years but a couple for almost eight years. I have known each of them for most of my tenure with Miss Kim. Mic always made me nervous when we would see them at social events and now I will be in serMice to her and Miss Bee.

Mic is a small-framed woman standing just five feet seven-inches tall and rail thin. She has small breasts, tight ass and with her salt-and-pepper hair cropped very short, Mic could be mistaken for male. Miss Bee is nearly the same height but with plump body and large, floppy breasts. Her hair seems to be a different color and style every time I have seen her in the past. Today it is jet black and cut short. In contrast to Mic, Miss Beth is very feminine in appearance. And she is the submissive wife to Mic’s Hubster in the relationship.

Mic was one of Miss Kim’s longest and dearest friends in life and the community. A couple months prior to Miss Kim’s passing, Mic and Miss Bee had lost their one hundred and twenty pound pit bull. They have had a number of pit bulls through their time together. When each one passed, they would go into a funk. In some way, the canine’s had become a part of their identity. Miss Kim suggested they take me as a surrogate as I would need a lifetime of caring per our agreement. A male slave is not a thing that Mic or Miss Bee had ever considered, but then I really did not look so much male after years of Miss Kim’s modifications. And Mic does share the sadist gene with Miss Kim.

When I arrive with Mei, it is Miss Bee that greets us at the door. She promptly fits a snug leather mask over my head. It is a dog-head mask with upright ears and an elongated snout. There are openings for my eyes and mouth. Miss Bee fits a two-inch wide leather collar about my neck then clips on the chain leash. “This was Buster’s,” Miss Bee says as she tugs on the collar. I know Buster was their most recent pit bull. Otherwise I am wearing a very loose fitting dress that covers any of my features and leather boots with heels.

And just like that, my life with Miss Kim and Mei is in the past. My future is now with Mic and Miss Bee. I will soon learn how kind Miss Kim was to me. Miss Bee makes it clear that I am to move on all fours except when given permission to stand. She nor her Hubster wishes to have a male slave but they will tolerate a male dog in their home. A single snap of fingers means I am to immediately move to their side and sit on my haunches. For the next twenty minutes, Miss Bee and I practice this action with her standing and sitting in different places in the living room.

Eventually Miss Bee leads me by the chain leash down the hallway to their playroom. Miss Bee positions my waist over a metal pipe that is secured to the floor. My ass is lifted and presented with the pipe at a height that forces me onto my toes. My wrists are then shackled to the concrete floor and my manneries hang under the loose fitting dress . “Good dog. Now stay until Mic comes home from work.” When she leaves I look around the playroom that looks more like a dungeon.

Enough time passes that my shoulders and back begin to ache from the strain of the position before Mic walks into the playroom. She is just as scary as I remember with the short cropped hair. She is wearing a tight black leather tank with matching chaps and thong underwear. In her hand is a metal paddle. “Hello dog,” she says just before the metal slams hard on my left cheek. It has eight holes drilled in it to reduce the drag and increase the pain. I stifle the yell as best as possible but still it comes out a whimper. My right cheek feels the paddle and I cry out. For having a small frame, Mic wields tremendous power with the metal paddle.

Left and right, each cheek feels two more swats in quick succession and I am writhing on the bar and beginning to cry from the immense pain. Mic grabs my jowls and speaks, “You may bark, you may howl, you may whimper but so help me if you cry out like that again I will beat you into submission. Understand?” I can feel the tears in my eyes begin to run down my cheeks but I nod that I do. Once more to each cheek with the metal paddle and my cheeks are burning hot. I whimper with each swat as sweat runs over my skin.

When Mic leaves, I look up and see her pale white ass with the leather floss between her cheeks. A few minutes pass before Miss Bee appears. She unfastens the shackles at my wrist and helps me off the metal pipe and onto my hands and knees. The leash is attached and she leads me out of the playroom. Each movement of my legs cause me to wince from the pain of my paddling.

For the first month, I am paddled similarly every three to four days by Mic. She does not seem to have much to do with me otherwise. My care is administered by Miss Bee. It seems she also tended to Buster. By the end of the month, I begin to bark when Mic enters the playroom and howl when she paddles me. It seems to please her and I am trying to quickly learn how to please her!

One month after I arrived at my new home and I have become somewhat comfortable in my place. When I am at home, Miss Bee has adjusted my leather dog-head hood to have a much shorter snout. This has allowed me to give her oral sex a few times when we are home alone yet still maintain being their dog. Miss Bee has thick, tender thighs and keeps her pussy shaved very smooth. She has full floppy labia and enjoys my face nuzzling her flesh before sticking my tongue to her pussy. Miss Bee loves to lay back on the bed and have me crawl between her thighs. I pleasure her anus and pussy before finishing her off with my tongue pleasuring her clitoris. I’m not sure if Mic knows and I’m certainly not going to tell.

I hear the roar of the Harley even before the garage door opens. I raise my head from the dog bed where I’ve been napping all afternoon to the sound. Mic has been on an afternoon ride with friends for years. The garage door closes then a few minutes later, Mic emerges into the backyard and sits down with a cold beer. I hear a single snap of fingers and look around for Miss Bee. My surprise when I see Mic looking through the open door at me. I quickly get to my paws and hustle outside to sit beside her. I had noticed the beads of sweat on her forehead from the hot ride. I also noticed she was wearing a blue denim shirt that had six buttons undone and her leather chaps and riding boots.

Mic took a swig from the bottle of beer with one hand and reached over with the other to stroke my bare back. I did my best to maintain my posture not wanting to ruin our first non-spanking moment together. Her hand was rough and strong as she stroked my spine. “You know we were not looking for another dog when you came along but Miss Kim had other ideas.” Her hand moved up to my collar and tugged on it so I turned my head to look. Her denim was open enough that I could see one pierced nipple on a nearly flat chest. “We could not say no to her request that we take you when she passed. And you have surprised me by how obedient and well-behaved you are for a … “ letting the word male go unspoken especially since it’s been many years since I would be mistaken for a male.

Mic uncrossed her left leg and put both boots firmly on the concrete patio floor. She took the last swig from her beer and set it on the table to her right. “Miss Bee tells me you have some exceptional skills,” as Mic took hold of my collar and pulled me around between her legs. She had removed her pants in the garage and was sitting bare-assed in the backyard with just her leather chaps. Her cunt was very hairy with grey and black pubes spread over her crotch and down her thighs. Once more, very man-ish, very butch. As she pulled me closer, I could smell the sweat and musk of her cunt from the hours riding in the hot sunshine.

Mic let go of my collar and sat back in the chair. I moved quickly into her cunt and nudged my nose through her thick sweaty pubes. She did not smell clean like Miss Bee but I long ago cease to care about such things. I was here to show her I had value. My tongue extended and licked her small labia folds. My movements were quick and short, licking upwards over and over to get her juices flowing. At some point, my nose bumped into her clitoris. It had grown firm and extended like a small penis. I found this fascinating and began to pleasure it with my lips. I could swear I heard a guttural moan from Mic but when my eyes shot upward through the hood, she seemed to be stoic as usual.

Mic pressed her hands to my jowls and began to move my face against her hairy cunt. The smell of her sex was intoxicating and long ago I would have had an erection from her scent alone. My lips closed around her erect clit and tongue lashed at the tip until Mic began to squirm and orgasm. I continued to lick her cunt and lap her juices until she pushed me away. I sat back on my haunches between her boots and panted while licking my lips. “Miss Bee just might be right about you.”

This was a milestone event in our shared lives. The following weekend, I hopped into the backseat of Mic’s pickup truck with Miss Bee sliding across the bench seat up front. I have been fitted with leather formless mittens for hands and feet to act as my paws. I also have padded leather kneepads to assist with getting around as a dog. We drive a few miles to a Saturday morning marketplace for those in the ‘community’ of leather, fetish and kink. Mic opens the backdoor and affixes my leash to the wide leather collar. For today, I am back in my long-snouted dog mask and an actual tail. It’s connected to me by a fat butt plug that forces my cheeks apart at the base. I walk alongside Mic as we make our way to the market.

This was a coming out party to the community of Mic and Miss Bee. Other than my paws, tail and dog-head hood, I was naked. My C-cup breasts hung down did not go unnoticed as they bounced. I walked with my back straight and many people would stroke my back or rub between my ears as they would with every other dog there. And yes, I got some awkward sniffs from biological dogs but mostly they left me alone as we walked.

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After three months, I had an oversized dog bed in the corner of their bedroom. Some nights they wanted privacy and the door would be close. I’d find another place to sleep. But most nights, Mic would let me sleep in their room. By now, I had become very accustomed to all my doggy gear including the dog-eared, short-snouted hood. One evening I had to listen to Miss Bee going down on Mic for more than thirty minutes. I could tell she kept pushing her Butch to the edge only to back away and let her calm down. Then she would repeat. Finally I heard Mic moan and Miss Bee squeal and I thought it would get quiet. I was wrong.

Mic slipped off the bed and went to the toy cabinet. “Dog, get Miss Bee nice and wet for me.” I perked up my ears and hopped onto the bed. This was something new - to be on their bed. Miss Bee rolled over and spread her legs. Fortunately I was wearing my short-nosed hood and I moved between her legs. I immediately pressed to her clit with my tongue and lips. She was already really wet from the half hour between Mic’s thighs licking her hairy cunt. My ass was up and wiggling as I pressed her clit and soon had her sopping wet. Mic slapped my ass and I yelped as it had only been a couple days since my paddling.

Getting out of her way, I saw the immense dildo hanging from her groin. She pressed the head to Miss Bee then began fucking her hard and fast. I watched from the side as Miss Bee’s cunt seemed to expand to swallow the fat cock. She squealed and cooed and was soon writhing on the cock in her bald cunt. She came with a squirt and Mic pulled from her. Again, I thought the noise was done and I’d find my bed for sleep. Again, I was wrong.

Mic grabbed my hips and pulled me over with strong hands. The cock was wet from Miss Bee and she just lined it up and pushed it into my ass. I began to howl for her as she forced the fat cock deep into my butt. This was new with them and as much as it hurt, I felt wonderful that once more Mic was accepting me. She fucked me hard for fifteen minutes. The fat cock kept plowing my asshole. I lowered my face to rub on the sheets between Miss Bee’s thighs and gave her my ass to fuck.

Finally Mic pulled out of me. I whimpered at the intense pain that stretched my hole. She unbuckled the harness and lay it aside like a gunfighter removing her pistol belt. Her cunt was hairy and sweaty and smelly yet she pulled my snout to her. It took a moment for me to recover but I crawled between her legs and licked her pussy and clit. Once more, I felt her clit grow firm and erect. My lips closed over her and I sucked and lick until Mic came. Then she pushed me off the bed. My services were no longer needed.

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My left hand falls between my thighs and feels nothing. The healing from the last surgery is complete and now I feel nothing. The skin is smooth between my thighs as all male genitalia has now been removed. Nullo is what the professionals call my current transformation. Mic showed empathy to remove my paws and let me feel the actual skin. I felt a sense of sadness but then, I had not used my penis for years anyway. In my mind, it was already gone.

The last act of transformation that Miss Kim had wished to perform was to remove my penis. Sadly she never saw me as a Nullo but had passed along her wishes to Mic. The surgery was scheduled for six months after I began living with Mic and Miss Bee. It seemed we had become a family unit and they were now comfortable with me living with them as their dog.

The surgery had two steps to be successful. The first is to remove the penis completely and skin grafts to make the area smooth. The second step is to reroute the urethra to my taint, thus creating a new pee hole. This is medically termed a perineal urethrostomy. A standard male would now be required to squat to urinate. Since I am always on all fours, the task of urinating while squatting is just part of who I am.

Now - with a smoothness between my thighs - Mic and Miss Bee began to see more as a woman and less as a dog. They began to embrace the appearance that Miss Kim had created.

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