The Cut

by Transsub

 

This is a story about my sissy husband and transvestite slave bitch, Timmy. I'd like to tell you about my initial experiences training and transforming Timmy from a man into the TV slut that serves my black lover and me today. I wasn’t hard (both Timmy’s little penis and his subsequent training); it didn’t take long; and now we both get what we want. I lost a husband but gained a cute, little TV slave. Timmy is completely trained now. She works as a barmaid at a local gay bar on weeknights and serves as my complete body slave during the day. On most weekends, I make her work as a TV prostitute at another bar. All dominants should consider my training methods on submissives who thrive on public humiliation - their embarrassment becomes a suitable replacement for their sexual gratification.

My husband Tim had been a closet transvestite for years. He didn’t know that I knew of his little games when I was away, but it was pretty obvious that he was wearing my lingerie and other clothes, when I was at work. His cock, if I can call it that, wasn’t very big, and he never lasted very long, but he was a good husband and a faithful lover. He would talk to me and tell me sexy stories while I took matters into my own hands, and that was good enough, I guess. Secretly, I always wanted a real man inside me.

He would always want me to talk to him while he masturbated too. His fantasies invariably involved me dressing him up and having him watch me get fucked by other men. After a while, I figured I should give him what he wanted, since I hadn’t had a good fucking since we had been married. I started fucking a big black stud at work, and it wasn’t long before I knew I wanted his cock in my cunt as often as possible. I also felt guilty for little Timmy. He would lie in bed and touch himself, thinking of being a little TV, while I talked to him. Of course, while Timmy touched himself, I would just think of my black lover’s semen laying in my cunt after the good fucking I had gotten at work. It never took Timmy long to come.

Weeks turned into months, and pretty soon, I was enjoying as much cock as I wanted at work, but I hadn’t let Timmy inside me in ages. He didn’t seem to miss it – he always just wanted to talk about dressing up, and he would quickly explode in his own hand. Timmy could never last more than three minutes – I mean never. I decided Timmy not only didn’t deserve to be inside my pussy, but he didn’t need to touch it, or even see it for that matter. I told him that if he wanted me to continue to let him touch himself, he needed to promise me that he wouldn’t touch me without my permission, and that he couldn’t look at me naked anymore unless I agreed to it. Timmy asked me how I would have an orgasm without him making love to me, and I told him that I would do it the way I had always been doing it, with my own hands and my dildo. I told him I wanted him to continue to tell me fantasies though. He happily agreed, since I told him I didn’t mind him fantasizing about getting all dolled up and touching himself.

After another couple of weeks, I decided to stop letting Timmy touch my breasts also. He had always liked to caress my tits while he jacked off. I would usually wear a heavy nightgown to bed, so he couldn’t see what I was giving my black lover every day, and I would just lay beside him, while he talked about seeing me get fucked. He would beat his meat and then quickly come on his belly. I would try not to yawn while he was "doing his thing," and once he came, I would quickly roll over and go to sleep. Even though Timmy was never allowed anywhere near my pussy, with his fingers or his tiny cock anymore, I would still let him eat me on occasion. Usually, I satisfied my needs at work, long before I went home to my husband.

One day I started thinking about confronting Timmy and his fantasies. I thought about feminizing him, so I could start bringing my black lover over to the house, and not have any problems. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to be an easy thing to do. I found my husband’s potential to be a girl to be considerable. He was slim, yet muscular; he had very blonde hair so he also had a light beard; at only 5'6", he would not be too tall in heels. Finally, his cute little penis, when flaccid, could be easily hidden underneath panties. I knew Timmy was totally turned on by public humiliation. Having others see and know he was a sissy would make his penis harder than it would get with the foxiest woman, believe me.

So my intention was to publicly embarrass Timmy as much as possible during his transformation - he wouldn't be able to behave or dress as a woman until his transformation was well under way. I began his training with a diet modification because I wanted him to shed a couple of pounds (I knew he would gain weight once he began hormones). I started to be totally dominant at home, and instead of whining, Timmy just complied. I told him that we would begin to play some "games." The first involved how he would eat from now on, when he was in the house. I started to feed Timmy exclusively with baby formula using a bottle. Occasionally, I would "treat" him with "solid food." (More on that later).

After he was nursed for the first time, I had him shave all of his body hair. Using a razor and Nair, Timmy spent over three hours in the shower. When he was done, there was only hair on his head – nothing else. How cute!

Then I showed Timmy his new clothes. As I said, I wanted to embarrass him, so I had some pink shorts, white Bobbie socks and pink tennis shoes, and a shear white blouse. I had him put on a silk camisole under the blouse, which was easy to see through the blouse’s sheer material. Timmy’s little cock stood stiffly out of his panties as he got into his outfit. I just smiled to myself.

After Timmy was dressed as a sissy, we went to the mall to have his ears pierced. I could not believe he was going along with this. Not one objection as he walked out front and got in the car with me. God, what a sissy. Timmy's discomfort was noticeable while he talked to the woman at the counter of the ear-piercing boutique in the mall. Once he had his ears finished, we went to a pet store in the mall to get Timmy a leash and collar. Once again, he blushed noticeably while I selected an appropriate collar for him. On the way home from the mall, we stopped by a local tattoo parlor and I had Timmy’s nipples and the frenum of his little penis pierced. Once again, I could not believe he went along with it. I really was in shock I think. He just sat there and had his manhood pierced. It was unbelievable. Finally, we returned to the house and I completed his initiation. I fitted Timmy with a large butt plug that he happily bent over for. Before putting my little slut in a cage I had bought, I gave Timmy his first hormones. Premarin and Provera would be administered daily to shape him up. Then I told my husband I was going out for the remainder of the day and evening. Needless to say, I met my lover and we spent the night fucking like men and women are supposed to do.

The next day I instructed Timmy to be at a nearby salon at 9:00 a.m. His hair wasn’t real long yet, but it was long enough to get a tight little perm. I also wanted him to get a set of acrylic nails. I had made all of the necessary arrangements about Timmy’s perm style, foiling and frosting, and nail color and length. The only thing I neglected to tell him was that the salon girls were expecting a woman, not a man! Watching Timmy explain that there was no mistake - that he was a man and really wanted the perm and nails brought me great pleasure. Needless to say, Timmy was the topic of much discussion among the girls at the salon.

Later that day, we went to a drugstore so Timmy could talk to a saleswoman about purchasing some tampons. I watched from the next aisle as the lady's expression turned to disbelief as Timmy asked her questions about feminine hygiene products. After we returned home, I prepared Timmy's first "meal." The shock on Timmy's face was truly pleasurable when I handed Timmy a bowl filled with my hot shit! I reminded him that I expected total obedience and I explained that my shit tasted better when it was hot and fresh and recommended that he begin his meal before it got really nasty. My pussy dripped and I rubbed my swollen clit as I watched my husband begin to comply with my wishes. He actually began to lick the shit off of the plate I had handed him. I had to leave the room. I couldn’t watch. I just went in the living room and smoked a cigarette, wondering what my husband would do. I casually touched my vagina and noticed I was completely wet. A few minutes later, I finished my cigarette and then went back upstairs and called to Timmy from the other side of the door. I tentatively asked him if he had finished his meal. He said he had! Oh my God, when I came in the room, the bowl was completely clean. Jesus! There was no way I would ever kiss him on the mouth again. Never!

I explained that I would not make him do that often, but he would have to do it whenever I asked, and that my goal was to be able to use his mouth as my toilet whenever I wanted. He nodded meekly when I asked he if thought he could do this. I just could not get over how great his need for humiliation was.

After Timmy had finished eating, I took him into the bathroom and began another facet of his training. I explained that for several days every month, he would have a "period," just like a normal woman. This would be accomplished through the use of enemas. I had Timmy squat like a dog while I removed his butt plug. His anus hung loosely open while I filled him up for the first time. Then I handed Timmy his first box of tampons. I have to admit, Timmy looked very much the bitch as he lifted his leg and inserted his rag for the first time. I knew Timmy's first period would be memorable and uncomfortable - which is exactly what he wanted and needed.

Several weeks passed and then it was time for Timmy's chastisement. One night, when the bitch was asleep and his male clitoris was totally flaccid, I awoke Timmy and quickly fitted him with a very slender, yet long chastity sleeve. I pulled his tiny thin penis through the chrome plated metal tube and aligned the holes in the front with his frenum piercing. It took only moments to cement a retaining rod through his piercing and then Timmy was effectively chastised. From then on, when Timmy licked my cunt, even a slight erection would be a painful remainder of what a bitch he was. Poor little Timmy wouldn’t be having pleasurable erections anytime in the future.

Timmy remained confined to her cage and she was fed exclusively with baby bottles. During this time, I rarely stayed home with my sissy husband. Most nights I spent with my lover, or his friends, whichever I wanted. When I was home with my sissy husband, I allowed him two walks per day, when I wanted my pussy eaten or I needed to use the bathroom. Timmy was a quick learner and he soon became expert at eating cunt, licking my pussy after I peed, or licking my ass after I had taken a shit. His lessons in sucking cock would begin the following month.

I also continued to modify Timmy's appearance. After three months, the hormones began to work their magic and Timmy's nipples and breasts became much larger. His hips also became more rounded and full. Timmy's appearance was definitely feminine now, and it was time for him to start dressing and acting like a woman, full time. We needed to go shopping.

I decided to completely embarrass Timmy during our shopping trip, so I made him wear his last remaining male outfit. The signs of his servitude were quite noticeable, however. His enlarged breasts pushed his nipple rings prominently against his shirt. His hair (he had a tight spiral perm) and sexy nails could not be hidden either. As an afterthought, I gave him a nice set of earrings to wear that matched his slave collar. A purse completed his humiliation. Dressed in a skirt and heels, Timmy would have easily passed as a woman; but in his shirt and pants, Timmy looked like a total sissy. Timmy had to explain repeatedly to saleswomen why he was buying female attire. It was all very embarrassing and made for quite a day for my little bitch.

We bought all the lingerie, dresses, skirts, and shoes that Timmy now needed to dress and act like a woman. After his remaining male clothes were discarded, I wanted some attention. So I left Timmy at the house and met Tyrone, my black lover for lunch. After we ate at a nearby grille, I took him back to the house with me to meet Timmy for the first time. I went in the house first and made my husband go down in the basement and get in his cage. Then I went back upstairs and let Tyrone in, and we went up to the bedroom. That afternoon, Tyrone fucked me for the first time in my husband’s bed. We made love for well over an hour and he planted his black seed in my white pussy three different times. He was so big and hard. He fucked me like a real man. Then Tyrone showered while I went downstairs. I told Timmy that I had some company and that I wanted him to come upstairs in a few minutes, when I called for him. Then I went back upstairs to our bedroom where I toweled Tyrone off and helped him get dressed.

Later, we went downstairs, and I walked Tyrone to the front door. He had his hands around my waist and pulled me to him; I let him French kiss me deeply and thanked him for letting me fuck him. I asked him to come back over later on in the evening and he asked about my husband. I said, "Oh yeah – Timmy – I want you to meet him anyway – hold on." Then I yelled for Timmy to come upstairs. Timmy quickly appeared in the foyer, dressed in his female attire, with his pretty pink nails and pierced ears, and just about fainted. I just smiled. Tyrone looked at Timmy and then at me, and said, "What the fuck?!?" I just gave him a sexy kiss on the lips and said, "This is Timmy - my sissy husband. He’d rather dress up like a girl than fuck me, so that’s good for us, huh?" Then I continued, "Timmy – meet Tyrone. He’s the man who has been fucking me and giving me what I need these last six months while you’ve been wearing panties."

With that, I kissed Tyrone goodbye, and he just shook his head as he walked out the front door. "I’ll see you later, baby," he said as he climbed n his car. I shut the front door and then looked at my pathetic little husband.

It had been a very successful day and my pussy was dripping from all the excitement. My little slave bitch had been a good girl and it was time to reward him by letting him lick my lover’s cum out of my cunt for the first time. As the bitch licked my hot slit, I asked him how Tyrone tasted. Timmy just moaned. "Get used to that taste, Timmy," I hissed. Then I pulled on the chain attached to Timmy's nipple rings, knowing pain and pleasure would be his. I noticed with a smile that as my slave bitch licked my swollen labia, his chastised clitoris became slightly erect and began to drip. Over the next couple of months, Timmy's training was completed. I rarely needed to punish him for misbehavior. He obediently slept downstairs while Tyrone and I shared the master bedroom. Timmy was never able to watch us and only rarely would I let him sit outside our bedroom door, listening to Tyrone and I make love. I never allowed Timmy to touch himself, and his chastity sleeve would not allow him to ejaculate anyway. Even when he ate my lover’s semen out of my pussy, I noticed his little penis couldn’t really get hard. The hormones were working pretty well.

The only reminders that Timmy was once a man were the testicles that hung between his legs. He became quite adept at applying cosmetics, dressing nicely, and acting as a woman. Voice training worked wonders and Timmy received fewer and fewer stares when we were out in public. The estrogen continued to work nicely on Timmy's breasts and hips and I was entirely pleased with my bitch's appearance and behavior.

I decided it was time for the last step in Timmy's transformation and I made the necessary arrangements. One Friday night, after giving Timmy a strong sedative with his baby formula, we completed Timmy's "change." A friend of mine, an O.R. nurse who had met Timmy previously agreed to help me castrate him, provided she remained anonymous. Soon after Timmy finished his bottle, he was fast asleep. My friend and I removed Timmy's panties and then his chastity sleeve. We then thoroughly cleaned his shaved scrotum with alcohol.

I watched excitedly as she made a small 1-inch incision in my husband’s right scrotal sack. My friend then inserted the tips of her forceps into the incision and fished around a bit. After a moment, she retracted the forceps and pulled a perfectly formed male testicle out through the incision. She smiled a sly little smile and whispered, "There that little guy is." Then she handed me a pair of surgical scissors and said, "Go ahead Connie, you do the honors. Timmy won’t miss this at all." I just smiled, thinking of how often I would be fucking Tyrone and his other black friends, and then casually cut the vas deferens tubes that were attached to my former husband’s right ball. Once I had snipped his manhood away, my friend tied off both ends of the vas and then reinserted them into Timmy’s little scrotum.

Several sutures were required to close the incision, but all in all, it was a simple procedure. After another thirty minutes the other side was done and Timmy was effectively castrated. We put Timmy's testicles in a jar full of ether so she could see what she had lost while she slept. Then we iced down the bitch's crotch and complemented each other on our handiwork. Timmy's chastity sleeve was no longer needed, as even a slight erection would now be impossible, so I threw that in the jar as well. More importantly, there would be no more testosterone interfering with the daily doses of Premarin and Provera Timmy would take for the rest of her days. Timmy's transformation was complete and I had only to teach her the ins and outs of working as a prostitute before my work was finished.

Timmy awoke the next morning feeling a bit groggy and took quick notice of the discomfort in her crotch. I greeted her with another ice pack and casually explained I had performed a minor alteration to her anatomy while she slept. I handed her the jar with her now-useless balls and the chrome chastity sleeve she had been fitted with for the last six months. I softly caressed her arm and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. Then I asked her how she felt. I explained that I had castrated her during the night and that she need not worry about erections anytime in the future. To say Timmy was shocked was an understatement, at the very least. She was speechless as she held the jar with the last vestige of her maleness, and I sensed it was only then that she realized that she had become my complete love slave.

I explained that her castration was all for the best as she would no longer be bothered by any male feelings or desires. Softly, but in a very dominant tone, I explained to Timmy that her penis had been basically useless to me in the previous 20 years of our marriage. I reminded her that her cock wasn’t very big and she couldn’t last for more than a couple of minutes anyway. I also told her that it had been quite a while since I had looked at her as a man at all, and that both her penis and her balls were just causing her trouble at this point in our relationship. With a little bit of prompting, Timmy actually admitted to wanting to be castrated and thanked me for doing it. I just brushed her hair away from her face as she cried. How cute. I could not believe it. And to think Timmy was actually a person I had married in the hopes that he could perform like an actual man. Boy, was I wrong.

Finally, I explained to Timmy that her useless little clitoris would remain flaccid for the rest of her days. We agreed to refer to it as her clit instead of her penis from now on. The good news was that her panties and bikinis would now fit her properly. I mentioned that if she were a good girl in the future and worked hard, I would consider allowing her to have surgery to remove her penis and replace it with a pussy like a normal woman. Until then, her ass would be used as a cunt. Timmy remained tender for the next several weeks, but her feminine disposition and appearance continued to improve without the distraction of testosterone.

As my work with Timmy's transformation was now complete, I began her training as my love slave. I made arrangements to have her begin work as a barmaid at a local strip bar. After a week or so working evenings at the bar, I told Timmy that I expected her to start picking up Johns as she waited on tables. Her first trick was memorable. I lubed Timmy's male cunt before sending her off to work in a hot sexy outfit. When she came home late in the next morning, Timmy looked thoroughly fucked over and I smiled with delight as I looked at her worn out pussy and noticed how her lips hung loosely open and cum dripped freely down her thighs. To remind Timmy of what a slut she was, I used her mouth as a toilet before putting her in her cage for the day. Timmy obediently opened her mouth as I squatted over her and defecated. She swallowed my shit without a fuss, just as I trained her to do and I must admit my pussy dripped with cum and mixed with my piss as Timmy finished her meal and then licked my cunt clean and dry.

Today, Timmy remains my complete slave. Her gratification comes from a good fucking and knowing she's living her days as the slut slave she's always secretly desired to be. My reward for the hard work necessary to transform Timmy comes from the money she earns as a slut and my use of her as my sex toy. Additionally, Timmy keeps the house in perfect order and completes all of the household chores that Tyrone and I desire. All dominant women should consider finding a male wimp who fantasizes about being a woman. It is not difficult to take a closet TV and develop him into a complete slave, totally transformed, pierced and castrated. That is precisely what most of the TVs want anyway, and the benefits to the dominants are significant. Remember, their pain, humiliation, and bondage will result in your pleasure in a hundred different ways. I know Timmy would not want it to be any other way day.

 

 

 

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