A Woman's Love

by Dave Hicks

 

There's no limit to a woman's love – provided the technology is available.

  

1

  

Judith and I sat quietly in the library of our home one evening. She wore a pale pink, floor-length gown with long open sleeves. She worked on a piece of embroidery, using her enormous lactating breasts almost as a worktable. As if sensing my attention, she looked up at me and smiled, aware my penis had become erect. The conditioning she'd given me, forced me to absent-mindedly start fondling with myself.

"I'm so glad you find my breasts so exciting, David," she smiled; placing her embroidery on a polished, dark, wooden sewing box she kept next to her chair. "I know you have an urge to masturbate when you look at them."

"I'm wondering what might happen if you did it in public," I remarked. "It could be more than just a little embarrassing - for both of us."

"I'm sure we'll be able to do something about that," she assured me.

"But I can't stop myself, Judith," I replied. "It's so compulsive. The imprinting you gave me is amazingly effective. I only have to look at you and I become aroused."

"You're not to worry," she said. "I have an idea that will solve the problem. You just leave it to me."

"Okay," I replied, a little doubtfully.

"I'm glad you agreed to let me control you," she smiled. "Are you sure you like it this way?"

"Yes I do," I nodded, letting go of my penis. "However - I'm curious about a couple of things."

"What about, my darling."

"I find myself wondering what it would be like if you completely controlled me. Not just my behavior."

"Not just your behavior?" she asked cautiously. "Everything?"

"Everything," I confirmed. "I have an overpowering curiosity to know what it feels like, to be that way."

"Could you trust me with that sort of control over you?"

"Of course I would," I answered. "I'm absolutely sure you love me. Would you ever do anything to hurt me?"

"Never!" she cried. "I love you very much and I always will. I'd never want to hurt you - ever. All I've ever wanted to do, is look after you and make you happy."

"Then it's decided then," I stated.

"I wish you'd think seriously about this, my love," she smiled tenderly. "I'm happy to control you - if that's what you really want. But remember, I'll be able to make you do more things than I can now."

"Like what?"

"I could change your likes and dislikes," she suggested. "Even your attitudes and beliefs. Many other things too - I imagine. But it must be your choice."

I thought for a moment.

"I've thought about it," I announce, with a smile. "Let's do it."

"Okay," she nodded. "When would you like it done?"

"Why not now?" I shrugged.

"Are you very sure?"

"I'm sure."

"I'll get the coder then," she nodded, rising from her chair

She walked to a bookcase and removed a large volume from a shelf. She opened it and from its hollowed-out interior, removed a small, square, handheld device. She walked over to me and held it close to my left eye.

"Are you ready?" she asked. "This is your last chance, to change your mind."

"I'm ready

"Try not to blink for a few seconds," she said.

I saw a brief flash of bright red light.

Pulses of light entered my brain through the optic nerve, permanently encoding my mind.

"It's done, David," she smiled, bending over me and kissing me on the cheek, her large breasts unavoidably pressing against me. "I have complete control over you now."

She returned the coder to its hiding place and resumed her chair.

"I thought I'd feel somehow different," I told her. "But it doesn't feel like anything has happened. I feel just the same as I did before."

"You won't feel any change," she smiled, picking up her embroidery again and placing it back on her bosom. "At least not until I initiate one. Now that I fully control you, I'm going to make you very different - later."

"What sort of changes are you going to make?" I asked.

"I'm sure I'll think of something nice," she smiled. "Why don't you wait and see. That way, it'll be a nice surprise – won't it?"

"I suppose so," I replied, a little disappointed.

 

2

 

I awoke next morning with Judith sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked gently.

I thought for a moment and then remembered.

"Yes," I nodded. "You're Judith."

"And what's your name?"

"David."

"That's right, David," she smiled. "You did very well."

I felt happy because she was pleased with me. She leaned over and kissed me.

"Last night - among other things - I greatly reduced your intelligence," she told me kindly, lightly stroking my hair. "I've given you the mental age of a young child but you won't remember me doing it. I've disabled much of your ability to recall your past and removed all unpleasant memories. It makes it easier for me to train you, the way I want you to be. Because you're no longer able to think clearly for yourself anymore, you'll need me to do much of your thinking for you. As any young child, you've become highly dependant on me."

I looked at her, trying to make sense of all she was saying. There seemed so many words to understand. She saw I was struggling to comprehend.

"You mustn't worry, my sweetheart," she told me gently. "I'll look after you."

She pulled back the bed-sheet covering the lower part of my body and looked at my erect penis.

"It'll always be firm like that," she said with pride, running a long nail gently along its length. "It can't ever go down again. It's full of a special kind of silicone now."

Taking what appeared to be a highly polished silver, metal tube from the pocket of the pink cotton housecoat she wore, she started carefully but firmly pushing the cylinder onto my penis.

"You're hurting me," I told her.

"Only a little bit further to go," she said, comfortingly me. "Once it's in place, we'll be almost finished, my darling."

She continued pushing the tube into place, until it covered the entire shaft of my penis, leaving only the fleshy end part exposed.

"One more thing to do," she informed me. "Almost finished."

She took an injector from her other pocket and held it against the exposed end of my penis.

"Lay still, sweetheart," she said. "Don't move for a few seconds. Now I'm going to enlarge your penis just a little more."

There was a soft hiss from the injector and a momentary stab of pain.

"There," she remarked in a satisfied tone, inspecting me. "Now it's in place. You won't be able to masturbate anymore."

"That hurt," I told her.

"I'm sorry it did, my poor darling," she said. "But it's over now."

I felt the smooth metal tube. It was cold and hard.

"When I take you somewhere in public, I'll connect a fine but very strong chain to it," she informed me. "It's attached to a bracelet that goes around my wrist. I can use the bracelet to make you to do certain things. The chain will keep you near to me at all times. You can't remove it – only I can do that."

"It feels shiny," I told her, pulling at the tube.

"Don't do that, my love," she warned me gently. "It won't ever come off. It's there forever."

"What's it for?"

"That's what I attach your lead to," she explained patiently. "I don't want you getting into trouble, when we're out in public - do I, my darling?"

"The end sticks out." I said. "It's gone all hard."

I pulled at the sheath again but it remained firmly in place. She took my hands gently in hers.

"I'll dress you in something nice and we'll go into town to see Doctor Cathy," she told me. "You'll like Doctor Cathy. She'll give you candy - if you're good and ask her nicely."

"I like candy," I told her. "Does she have red ones?"

"I'm sure she does."

 

3

 

"You mustn't cuddle me while we're in the car, sweetheart," she smiled across from the drivers seat to me, pushing my head gently away with one hand. "I know you love me very much, but we have to be careful in the car, don't we. I think I'll get you a harness."

I started fiddling with the fine metal chain that connected my penis to the bracelet on Judith's wrist. I pulled firmly on the chain and a stab of pain shot through my penis. I cried out.

"Don't do that, my darling," she asked. "You'll only hurt yourself - if you pull too hard on it."

"Why have I got a chain?" I asked her.

"So I can lead you where I want you to go," she replied, with a smile.

"It hurts when I pull at it."

"I know sweetheart," she answered sympathetically. "That's the way it has to be - or you wouldn't take any notice of me, would you? If you go where I lead you, it won't hurt."

"I don't want a chain," I complained.

"I'll only use it when I think I need to," she said. "I want to make sure you're always with me and safe."

"I don't want the tube thing either."

"I'm sure you'll get used to it in time," she smiled.

 

4

 

We sat in the doctor's consulting room. I had my head pressed against Judith's breast. It felt nice and soft.

"He's certainly become very affectionate," Cathy remarked to Judith, with a chuckle.

"Very much so," Judith smiled. "He knows the milk's in there. He's probably getting a little hungry by now."

"Tell me how can I help you?" Cathy asked her pleasantly.

"I want her to give me some candy," I told Judith, pointing to the doctor.

She turned to me and smiled affectionately.

"If you ask nicely, Doctor Cathy might give you some," Judith smiled at me.

"Can I have some candy?" I asked the doctor hopefully.

"Remember to say please, David," Judith reminded me gently.

"Please - can I have some candy?" I asked again, reluctantly.

Cathy opened a glass jar on her desk and handed me a piece of chocolate, enclosed in a clear plastic film.

"Would you like me to take the wrapper off for you, David?" Judith asked, reaching towards it.

"I can do it," I replied, pulling it quickly out of her reach.

"It can be a difficult age, at times," remarked Cathy, with an understanding smile. "They feel a need to demonstrate their independence."

"I think it's a lovely age," Judith agreed. "They're so very innocent and trusting. And of course - so dependent. But they can be a little demanding at times – when the mood takes them."

"They certainly can be," Cathy agreed, with a good-natured chuckle.

Cathy watched my attempts to open the candy for a moment. I wasn't very successful removing the wrapper.

"Now then," the doctor asked again. "How can I help you, Judith?"

I'd squashed the chocolate and handed it to Judith to undo.

"I'd like you to remove David's testes and replace them with much smaller, artificial ones," she said to Cathy, as she handed me the unwrapped candy. "I plan to make him very placid. However, I've been told his real testes need to be removed first. Apparently, I can fill the new testes with the hormones I intend to use and they gradually suffuse into his bloodstream."

"That's correct," Cathy smiled. "In effect, they become simulated ovaries."

"That's what I thought."

"I must say," Cathy remarked. "It's lovely to see a caring women like yourself bringing her partner to me for emasculation. It's a part of my job I really enjoy. You'd be surprised the number of women who allow their unfortunate loved-one to suffer the awful effects of male hormones circulating in their system. Those two little things between their legs really make life so hard for them. And yet, some women never do anything about it. I believe it's one of the kindest things you can do for your partner is to remove them. I encourage all my clients to have it done."

Judith reached under my short tunic and detached the chain from my penis sheath. Doctor Cathy asked me to lie on an examination table.

"How's he managing walking with a leash," Cathy chatted casually, as she fitted a piece of surgical equipment around my testes. "Some of them have quite a lot of trouble at first."

I couldn't see what she was doing to me.

"He's really quite good," Judith remarked. "But he tends to wander off a little at times. He still tried to pull on it a little."

"They all do that, in the beginning," Cathy nodded. "It's just a matter of training. They do learn eventually. Also, the sheaths are such an effective way of stopping them fiddling with themselves. I really think they're a marvelous invention."

"I don't think David's too keen on the idea of having one," Judith mentioned.

"He'll accept it eventually. They all do."

"I'm sure he will."

The machine made a clicking sound and I felt something tug briefly at my testes.

"Would you like me to fit David with a tether shackle, while I'm replacing his testes?" Cathy asked as she worked. "It's an attractive but sturdy metal loop that I place just behind the base of the penis. He can't remove it. It only takes moments to install and makes controlling him a little easier at times. It's very handy for securing him - if you have to go and do something and you don't want him wandering about unsupervised."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," smiled Judith. "I'm always worried he might injure himself. He's so precious, I just don't want to take any risks with his safety."

"Very understandable, Judith," she nodded, removing the equipment from my groin. "He's so lucky to such a caring partner. And they will get these silly ideas in their little heads to do something unpredictable. They can't think very far ahead at that age, I'm afraid. I believe it's always best to be safe, just in case. I get clients coming into my surgery, at various times, with all sorts of injuries. It's usually because the woman's turned her head for five seconds and they're got into some sort of mischief."

"I'd never want that to happen to my precious David."

"Of course you wouldn't," Cathy agreed.

 

5

 

"All done, David," Cathy smiled at me. "You were so good. Now that didn't hurt a bit, did it?"

I shook my head.

"You can get off the table now, dearest one," Judith said, patting the chair I'd vacated. "Come here and sit beside me."

I did as she asked. Cathy gave me another piece of candy. I let Judith take off the wrapper this time, because it was too difficult for me to do.

"That's for being so good," Judith smiled proudly, putting the candy in my open mouth.

"Would you like David's original testes as a keepsake?" Cathy asked. "They preserve them very attractively, in a block of clear plastic. They look really nice. I can arrange to have them sent to you and the price is very reasonable."

"That would be lovely, Cathy," Judith nodded, with a smile. "Thank you."

She turned to me.

"And you were very brave, David," Judith smile at me, reattaching the leash to my penis. "And I'm so pleased with you."

When Judith said things like that to me, it made me happy. I cuddled against her. She feels soft and smells nice.

"Do you control his ejaculation?" Cathy asked her.

"Yes," Judith nodded. "I have broad-spectrum control of David now - with full belief system modification and total cognitive restructuring capability."

"That's excellent," Cathy remarked. "It's certainly so much easier, when we can get them to agree to let us control them completely."

"I'd already programmed David to want full control a few days ago," Judith informed her. "He believed it was his idea. The initial conditioning I gave him was surprisingly successful. Much more effect than I'd hoped. He's very affectionate now."

"Yes," smiled Cathy. "He certainly seems to have responded well to the drug. He appears happy with what you've done to him. Are there any mental conflicts?"

"None that I've noticed," Judith replied thoughtfully, then shaking her head.

"It can happen in some cases," she advised her. "Just keep an eye on him, for the next few days."

"I will."

"If the conflicts haven't shown up by then," Cathy informed her, "there's a resonable chance there won't be any. If they do, I can easily remove that part of his brain that's causing the problem."

There was a silent pause for a few moments.

"I was wondering if you could advise me on, the best way to go about developing David's personality," Judith inquired. "Eventually, I want to make him very placid. I think I'd like him to be more feminine. I'm sure David would look very pretty with a more feminine shape. Breasts would look very nice."

"Giving him breasts isn't a problem," Cathy informed her. "And reshaping his body is very straightforward. The procedure has been very well proven over the years."

"Wonderful," Judith smiled.

"How soon would you like to begin?" Cathy asked.

"I'd like to start as soon as possible."

"Now I've desexed him," Cathy recounted, "you could use a newly developed syntho-hormone. It's particularly successful with people like David. It doesn't interfere with their penile functions. If anything - it enhances them. It's become a very popular choice of late, especially with many caring and devoted women."

"Will it increase his semen production?" Judith asked. "I like to give him something that would."

"The hormone I've mentioned will cause David's semen production to increase quite markedly. However, he will need to be relieved more often."

"That sounds just what I've been looking for," Judith smiled broadly.

"Fine," Cathy nodded. "I fill out the script for it now."

"Thank you, Cathy," Judith smiled. "Today has gone so very well."

"I want more candy," I told Judith. "I just swallowed that one."

"When we get home, David," she told me firmly, carefully using a tissue to wipe a smear of chocolate from the corner of my mouth.

 

6

 

After we arrived home, Judith pressed a stud on the leash bracelet, which caused me to urinate. She told me lay on the bed and when she pressed another, I ejected semen forcefully. Immediately, I wanted her to make it happen again. She disconnected the leash from my penis sheath and wrapped the chain neatly around her wrist.

"Will you do it again?" I asked, as she wiped my penis with a tissue. "I liked that."

"Of course I will, my sweet one," she laughed. "But not right now. You have to be good and do what I ask you - then I'll reward you."

"I'll be good," I promised.

"That's wonderful," she smiled broadly, running a fingernail along my jaw line.

It tickled but felt nice.

"It was like having a pee," I told her. "Only a lot better."

"Did you like me doing that, David?" she asked, with a knowing smile.

"Yes," I nodded.

"You always want me to help you with your penis, David," she told me.

"Yes," I repeated.

"I'm going to give you something later - so you'll make lots more semen," she told me. "You'll always need me to help relieve you - otherwise you'll get too full and very sore. Only I can help you, when it hurts."

I didn't understand what she was saying, but in some dark corner of my mind, I knew it was true.

"I like Doctor Cathy," I said to her. "She gave me candy."

"I'm glad you like her, David," she remarked. "I like her too. She's a nice doctor, isn't she?"

"You're nicer than she is. I love you more than her."

She took my hands in hers. They felt soft and cool.

"That's wonderful, David," she smiled affectionately. "I love you very much, my sweet darling."

"I'm hungry," I said.

"I'm going to feed you soon, my treasure," she told me gently, holding my head against her breasts.

"That's good," I replied. "I like you feeding me."

I felt happy and content - certain that Judith would always look after me and love me. And yet a voice urgently murmured in a recess of my mind, like a whisper whose words I couldn't quite understand, telling me - something very wrong was happening to me. I tried to ignore the voice and hoped it would stop bothering me.

  

  

  

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