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{Vickie Tern} NEW TG: A Place of Her Own 9/10, F/m, M/M etc, femdom

This story depicts sexual activity of various sorts among consenting
if sometimes also credulous and deceived adults.  If you are not a
consenting adult don't read it, no matter how credulous or deceived.
It's not for you.  Not yet.








"There!" I said gently.  "That's the real sacrament uniting you. 
It's tasty.  See to it that each of you get lots!  Use your
imaginations!  Enjoy each other, dears."

The man paid me, and included a twenty-five dollar tip.  Apparently
she'd been the one reluctant to give head, not knowing that
deprived her too.  She looked at me musing, obviously thinking her
own thoughts.  "I can't thank you enough," he said.  "That may have
been her first orgasm since we got married."

"Your cock is good for sucking, but not much more," I told him. 
"Your mouth is your only real asset.  Do her well with your mouth,
and do her often.  Because now that she knows how it feels, if you
don't take care of her she'll find other women ready to sweeten her
pussy with kisses, and other men ready to fill it up whether or not
your mouth is willing to empty it out again."  I turned toward her. 
"That's what my wife warned me!" I told her.  "Think about it!"   And
with that I left them still staring at me astonished, not knowing
how to feel.

Sally and I then drove back to my place.  He explained quietly that
his presence in the bar wasn't coincidental.  His wife had sent him
there to watch me, to be sure I was fucking customers for the money
I needed and not just raiding an ATM machine.  

"Then you're required to come upstairs with me right now," I told
him.  "To keep your eye on me until I actually deliver the money to
your wife and Tracy.  Isn't that right?"

"Yes," he said.  "Amy honey, did their scheme work?  Has tonight's
whoring made you feel cheap?"

"Yes," I said soberly.  "A little.  I like to think I'm more than
a hired scum bag, but tonight taught me that whatever else I may
be, I'm at least a scum bag.  And that feeling liberates me. 
Because it doesn't matter.  I'm free to use my body any way I see
fit whatever any notions of chastity or fidelity or propriety may
tell me to do or not do."

"You aren't cheap in my eyes, Amy," he replied.  "You're very
precious!"

My heart swelled up when I heard that.  But we were both too worn
out down to have sex again just yet.  We went to sleep in each
others' arms, and then when we woke up the next morning we reached
for each other.  "Hurry," I said.  "I've recovered that horny
smutty feeling I had last night!  I need a good stiff dick crammed
into me right now, I really do!"

Sally grinned, then said, "I know just how you feel.  I sometimes
wake up feeling the same need to wrap myself around some ramrod
cock."   He watched my reaction, and then added.  "Our women did
their work on us very well, didn't they.  We may both still be men
who prefer sex with women, but we both crave men too.  Isn't that
true?"

"That's certainly true for me!"  I hugged him!  "I do crave you! 
I don't mind that you feel the same way, Sally.  If you like, I'll
use a dildo on you after you bring me off."

"All right," he said.  "But if we see more of each other, don't be
surprised if now and then I need to go out cruising for a real,
stiff, fat, hot, throbbing cock to stuff my guts with.  That's how
I am now.  You can use one too now and then, can't you?  I mean
beyond what I've got for you?"

I knew I could.  "Yes,"  I replied.  "When we want to feel filled
up, honey, we'll go out and find some stud and share him!  "

"We were made for each other, Amy, you know?  We're what our wives
wanted us to be.  In my case, Sally wanted to punish me for that
affair I had, and wanted me to enjoy only men from now on.  And now
I've found you.  In your case, your wife wanted you to enjoy men so
you'd want to become a complete woman.  So you could enjoy them
even more!  You do, now, don't you."

"Yes," I said.  "Tracy has seen to that!"

"Because as a complete woman you're a more useful resource."

"For Tracy?"  I didn't understand what he'd just said.

"No, not for Tracy.  For Trish.  For your former wife.  For her law
firm."

I was baffled.  It must have shown in my face.

"Amy, remember Trish?  The woman who brought you here and left you
here?  She's been behind this all along, you know.  From the moment
she took you to Madison and made you a legal woman, and annulled
her marriage to you and then handed you over to Tracy.  She's been
following your progress closely every day, right through last
night.  By now she's seen pictures of you sucking every one of
those cocks and rolling your ass under every one of those Johns. 
She needs to know you enjoyed being an out-and-out whore.  She has
plans."  

"Trish?"  I was speechless.

"Sally told me.  Tracy doesn't really own the condo across the
hall.  Trish's law office loaned it to her to make training you
more convenient.  When you were finessed out of your house and your
marriage into your new life and your new gender, your former wife
hired Tracy to guide you through a transition not only to womanhood
but to complete slut.  So you'd live like a woman all the time and
enjoy it, and never look back, and sleep with all kinds of men all
the time, and enjoy that, and never look back!"

"Tracy works for Trish?"

"Yes.  Let's get some coffee and I'll explain."

When we were settled in the kitchen, Sally took a deep breath and
then started in.  "Last year it was I guess.  You were away on one
of your cross dressing excursions, and your wife mentioned to her
friend Carol how badly her firm needed to get you back to help her
deal with this new client the firm would be taking on soon, Magnum.
You'd quit her law firm because you wanted to dress like a woman
all day, not just on nights and weekends and now and then at some
gender meeting.  Carol told her it was easy.  The way to bring you
back into the firm, obviously, was to make you a woman full time. 
Then you'd have other uses too." 

"Well, Trish was so delighted with the idea that she ate Carol out
nonstop all night, and Carol waddled like a duck for a week I'm
told.  When the time was ripe Trish proposed it to you, sort of,
and you fell for it.  Of course you didn't mean to go all the way,
but they didn't need a recreational transvestite, they needed you
to be a real woman.  So they needed a physician to oversee your
hormone regimen in confidence, so they brought in Tracy.  Tracy was
just right -- it turned out that she's also a Dominatrix when she
feels like it, an expert at manipulating men so her desires
gradually become their desires.  She was perfect!  You've been
well-manipulated ever since, programmed to want to be a woman who
enjoys men, and just about ready to consent to a complete sex
change.  That's what's about to occur.  The process is nearly
complete."  

"The process is 'nearly complete'?" I managed to get out.  "Why
does Trish want me to go all the way?"

"Understand, Amy, it isn't just that she wants it.  She wants you
to want it.  The beauty of this whole scheme is that nothing is
forced on anyone.  Everyone wants what they get.  Everyone
benefits.  Everyone's better off."

"Why me?  Why should she bother?"

"Her law firm needs a kind of special agent.  The Magnum Company
has some serious engineering problems that are also legal and 
personnel problems.  The technical people need to be coaxed
into cooperation with each other, into supporting the best of
several competing ideas.  You can recognize which ideas and
then make it happen, as an engineer but also as a woman who
uses her body to persuade men to do what she says.  You could
also infiltrate the competition, and see what they're doing. 
Serve as a kind of company whore as needed and also as a
company spy for technical matters, both.  Be a kind of
industrial Mata Hari."

I was silent, absorbing this.  It was diabolical!  Because as I
thought of it, I realized I just might like doing just that! 
Steering less-capable engineers straight while luring others into
telling me what they're up to and then steering them crooked!  And
meanwhile getting both of them to satisfy me sexually!  

"Now you're no longer self-conscious about sex with strangers.  But
you need a vagina to use on them along with your ass and your
mouth.  That's what's scheduled for tonight.  You'll see.  Tonight
you'll lose your balls in an accident, and then there'll be no
turning back.  They'll ask if they should go on and finish the job,
and they're sure you'll say 'Yes!' because even now your balls are
useless.  Even you tend to think that they're ridiculous.  Because
even though they're you, they are ridiculous.  Because now you're
a woman, and women don't have balls."  

There was a question I had to ask before we went any further.  

"Sally, why are you telling me this?  Why don't you just let things
happen the way they planned them.  You're part of their plan,
aren't you?  Is your telling me all this right now also part of
their plan?"

He was silent.  "Amy, what difference does it make?  Yes.  My wife
Sally knows that I'm so utterly honest that I can't plot against
anyone or deceive anyone.  She knew that when she factored me into
this scheme of theirs.  But after tonight, when you're a eunuch and
they ask if you want to be a woman with a vagina, when they reveal
how thoroughly you've been screwed and manipulated for months,
you'll never believe me.  You'll never trust me.  You'd always
think I'm part of some further conspiracy."

He hesitated, then went on.  "I told them I'd tell you, and they
told me to go ahead.  They want me to tell you.  Deception isn't
necessary any more.  As they see it, you want what they want
anyhow, now." 

I believed him.  I was convinced that every word Sally was speaking
was the truth.  

Sally paused, then said,  "And now I'm an added incentive for you
to go the distance."

I was silent.  Then, "You?"  I thought a moment.  "How are you an
added incentive, Sally," I asked.

Sally looked grave, then spoke rapidly, embarrassed, as if the
torrent of words would stop if he attended too closely to them. 
"Amy," he said.  "Sally hired me out for just one phase of your
conversion, to give you your first girlish crush, so your first
fucking and cock sucking would be a deeply romantic experience for
you.  My wife liked using me that way with a man, and your wife
wanted you to have that with me, a beautiful and memorable first
fuck.  Because she still cares for you.  You've been her husband,
after all!"

That was news.  But it was credible.  Trish always felt kindly
toward people she meant to use for her own purposes.  Her affection
for me when I was doing her makeup for her lovers, that was
certainly genuine.

"I was supposed to be done with you now.  You were supposed to get
a "Dear John" from me when I heard you'd had sex with Tracy's
former husband, and then when I heard about your exploits as a
whore.  I was supposed to feel aggrieved.  I was supposed to write
you 'If you can't remain true to me, if you prefer any common cock
to mine, well then...'."  

"So?"  I sensed something delicious coming.  I was eager to hear
it, but at the same time I wanted this moment drawn out.  Some
instinct told me that I would want it to last forever.

"Amy, I couldn't write that note.  No one anticipated my falling in
love with you.  I don't want to deceive you.  I love you.  I want
to marry you!"

"What?!"  I replayed that word in my head.  That was what Sally had
actually said!  He wanted to marry me!

"Yes!  Marry you!  It wouldn't affect your new work for Trish!  I
know that you'd need to take men to bed now and then to get them in
a good mood and talkative about their work, or to reward them for
their work, or to help them with their problems at work when like
most men they're stuck but won't admit it.  That's the work your
wife wants you to do.  You're uniquely qualified now, aren't you? 
She must've hinted it to you by now, to prepare you, to line you up
for it."

"Yes.  When I visited her, she told me there was something coming
up.  She didn't say what, but she put me on retainer."

"There you are, then, Amy.  I like men too, now, so maybe if we
were married I could help you with your work sometimes."

I was silent.  

Finally I asked "Has your wife agreed to let you marry me?"  

"That's what they've been negotiating.  As the company's lawyer,
your wife wants you to have a vagina and no balls, so there can
never be complications if your origins are ever found out.  So
there'll be nothing for anyone ever to find out.  My wife has
wanted you to keep your balls, to punish me, so I'd always know
that I was sleeping with a man and marrying one too, if it came to
that.  It remains that you're legally a woman, so we could marry
any time, once Sally gives me my freedom."  

"Well, Trish and Tracy together managed to persuade my wife that it
was more humiliating all around for all of us to see your balls
rolling around in a bottle.  I'd still be marrying a man, or anyhow
a former man, so I'd still be gay, the way my wife wants me.  Gay
till death doth us part.  And you'd be marrying a man, so you'd be
a thoroughgoing woman, the kind your wife wants you to be.  So what
they negotiated was, if I can persuade you to give up your balls,
Sally will give me a divorce."  

"I told her I wouldn't be part of this deception any more," Sally
concluded.  "That I'd have to tell you everything.  They told me to
go ahead.  As they see it, that's one sure way to get you to agree
to let them operate on you.  They told me to tell you everything
when they sent me out last night to watch you turning tricks and
collecting your money.  I almost refused!  I don't want to be their
tool!"

"But you haven't refused," I said.  "Why not?"  

"Because I want to marry you, Amy!  I don't want any deception ever
to come between us." 

I managed to recover my wits.  I tried to be coy, but I couldn't. 
My heart was too overflowing with happiness.  I did manage to sound
grave and chiding.  "You haven't asked me properly," I replied.

"Properly?"

"Yes, on your knees in front of me, with both of my hands clasped
in yours."

"You darling!"  He got on his knees and took my hands in his.  He
looked so cute! 

"Amy, my love, will you marry me?"

"Sally honey," I replied.  "Why don't you suck my cock while I
think about it."

He did.  Experience tells.  He was much better at it than I was
even at the peak of the previous night's whoring.  He brought my
little stump of a cock to a tremendous orgasm, and I managed to
squirt quite a few drops of clear fluid into his mouth.  

Then I did the same thing for him.  And finally I told him yes, yes
I would marry him, yes.  Even if it did cost me my balls.  Because
he was the one person in the world I really wanted.  Now.
                              

                                  ix.

Sally returned to his wife, and I somehow got through the day. 
Tracy slipped a note under my door telling me to keep the money I'd
earned, she believed it was fairly earned, and to dress in garter
belt, net stockings, stiletto heels, a lacy bra, and no panties at
all for tonight when she got home, then to wear sweats over
everything.  

"We're going to attend an orgy," she told me as we went down
together in the elevator that evening.  "Where everyone can do
anything to anyone.  After last night, the prospect doesn't
frighten you, does it?"

"No," I told her.  "There's not much I haven't done, and not much
that hasn't been done to me."

"That's what I thought.  Even so, there are strange people where
we're going, and they do things that might freak you out.  I don't
want to see you upset."

We rode in silence to a large country house.  As Tracy rang and we
waited to be let in, she suddenly said, "Amy, you'd better take
these tranquilizers right now before we go in.  They'll make you
feel weird, but less weird than you'll feel once we get inside. 
They'll release you to enjoy yourself, I hope.  

I did.  And almost immediately felt strange.  

My vision wasn't blurred, exactly, but lots of things I saw and
felt flowed together.  Did I dream some of it?  There seemed to be
a huge room where men and women were strapped to equipment located
here and there, padded saw horses and flying rings and swings,
while other men and women whipped them or kissed them or seemed
more vigorously occupied -- pumped them -- fucked them?  I saw
women with cocks in their hands, their own?  and huge muscled men
with cone-shaped breasts and pussy creases below the mounds of
their crotches where there should have been a cock and balls!  And
Janie fucking a thin young man.  Was it Janie?  Was she one of the
men or the women?  Which one?  I saw my fiance Sally strapped into
a set of stocks, his feet separated wide apart by a spreader bar on
the floor and his hands caught by the wrists through holes in a
timber about three feet high, his neck held firm between them, bent
over with his ass high in the air behind him.  Tricia, it *was*
Trish, she was standing behind him, holding him by the hips and
plunging her enormous rod into his backside while meanwhile a man
he'd been sucking off came all over his face.  He looked so happy! 
Then I was Sally, locked in the stocks and reamed and raped in the
mouth both ends at once.  When I looked again I saw that the man
headfucking me wasn't the same one as before, and the cock in my
ass was smaller too.  I'd passed out?  Then it was huge, filling my
guts to bursting.  I clenched onto it and held on with my ass
muscles to keep it from splitting me wide open, and then came on it
convulsively, over and over, my little penis dripping from the tip
like a faucet.  Sally's wife was on the other side of the room, her
long black hair waving from side to side in slow ecstasy as she
swung an enormous lash through the air.  It landed where some woman
shrieked.  Or was it a man she'd just castrated with it?  Trish and
Carol stood together next to me holding hands and laughing as two
huge men came up and told me to suck their cocks.  When one pulled
out to spray my face with semen I begged Trish to set me free, my
voice squeaky high from all the pricks that had been squeezed down
my throat. "Girls suck cock!"she replied.  Except that she couldn't
have, because her face was buried in Carol's crotch the way mine
was in hers.  Tracy gave me an injection -- another?  More pain --
was I was being fisted this time?  Two strange women squeezing my
groin while looking me straight in the eyes.  Excruciating,
unrelenting pain!!  Tracy came to my rescue.  "Oh dear," she said. 
"That's done it!"  Then she told me, "But look on the bright side. 
Now you have to become a real woman, sweetheart.  Sign here."  

I signed and passed out.

When I came altogether to myself I was on a hospital bed of some
kind with my feet up in stirrups, in some kind of clinic.  Feeling
terribly vulnerable.  I recalled feeling something down there, but
now I felt nothing.  I was feeling easy and mellow, the same as
when I had my appendix out and they dripped something into me to
reduce the anxiety.  Tracy was talking to someone.  

"I should have resected them that first night, before we started
him on injectable hormones.  It would have been traumatic for him,
but he'd have gotten over it and accepted the inevitable, maybe
that much sooner.  Then we could have given him lighter hormone
dosages and he'd have mellowed out and gotten ladylike sooner.  But
he was still playing with his femininity then.  Not really being
feminine.  Well, not any more!"  

Then Trish's voice!  Was it Trish?  "Is that them?  Those little
blebs?  That's what all this fuss has been about?  Those things? 
Men!"

Tracy continued, "I'm sure he won't miss them.  See?  Just as I
said, shriveled grapes.  They haven't functioned for quite a
while."

Trish's voice again.  "It's a shame.  We protect the poor darling
from physical pain so he'll enjoy his transformation and look back
on it with fondness, and those two women mangle his balls before we
can ask him to give them up on his own.  They see a shemale not
theirs and decide to clamp him for their own amusement.  Not even
ask first if he belongs to anyone."   

"I have a confession to make," I heard a third voice reply. 
Sally's wife's voice.  "I told them to do it.  I'm sorry, but I
wasn't at all happy when Sally told us an 'accident' wouldn't be
necessary, that Amy now really wanted a vagina!  I felt cheated. 
I want to know Sally is fucking guys up the ass, like a proper
queer, not fucking their vaginas!  I wanted this girlfriend of his
to have balls too, you remember, but you talked me out of them.  So
I thought, at least losing his jewels should be memorable for him. 
So I told those ladies we hired to go ahead and do it as originally
planned.  And that's what they did."

"That's annoying, Sally, " Trish said sternly.  "That wasn't what
we agreed finally!"

"No, but let's not fight," Tracy's voice said.  "I don't think
there's any real harm done.  He was pretty much out of it anyway by
the time they got to him.  I guess we should have remembered that
Sally was herself a ball buster when we were all still in college. 
She likes seeing men look anguished.  How many testicles did you
ruin our Senior year, Sally?"

"As many as there were guys who fucked me, Trace.  That was my
price.  One fuck, one ball, payable on delivery.  It was surprising
how many agreed that year, five or six, easy!  I don't know what
they expected.  Probably they didn't believe I'd do it.  They
didn't expect me to flatten their things with a thumbscrew I
suppose.  But how else?  I hate the sight of blood.  Of course they
were always too ashamed to tell anyone afterward, even when they
had to get medical attention.  I'll bet even now some of their
wives think that's how some men's balls happen to be, one shaped
like an egg and one flattened like a pancake."

"Why didn't you squash one of your husband's balls when you caught
him with that secretary, Sally?  Why'd you decide instead to turn
him queer?"

"Oh, Trish, c'mon!  We mature!  Our judgment ripens!  I squashed
guys' balls when I was still in college!  I was a kid!  Turning
your own husband into a faggot to punish him for fucking around is
much more elegant!  And anyway, look what you're doing to Andy
here, a perfectly decent, faithful husband whose only fault is that
he happens to like wearing women's clothes.  Dumping him all the
way into femininity and divorcing him because he might accidentally
embarrass you among the neighbors or at work, or so you yourself
can fuck around more conveniently!  And now luring him into sex
change surgery so he can troubleshoot corporate personnel problems
with a cunt as well as a brain!"

"It wasn't a divorce.  And anyhow, his new pussy is for his new boy
friend as far as he's concerned.  For your husband.  Do you really
think your Sally's now faggot enough actually to marry him?"

"O yes!"  Tracy's voice now.  "He does want to!  Because as he sees
it, Amy is the best of both worlds for him, the kind of woman he's
always desired,  and the kind of man his wife has trained him to
desire.  Hold in mind too that Amy is now even more of a faggot
than Sally.  Because Amy is a man in love with a man who doesn't
even remotely resemble a woman.  You'd cry for joy to see how
sweetly they fucked and sucked each other on their first date and
then again last night, not to mention this morning.  They make such
a lovely couple!"  

"I saw the videotapes," Trish's voice replied.  "And I'm so happy
for him!  I love seeing men suck each other's cocks.  They look so
sweet, like nursing babies!"

Tracy again.  "Anyhow, girls, this discussion is just about moot. 
Dr. Harper's finished now.  Just look."

There was a shuffling to the foot of my bed.  

"His vulva looks raw, but it'll heal quickly enough.  In years
ahead many a man will kiss those lips Dr. Harper has just shaped
from his testicular pouch, now that the balls they once contained
are in that jar over there.  And his penis has been reshaped into
a very nice vagina with full feeling -- that pretty clit is the
stub end.  That's very nice work, doctor."  

I heard some woman mumble something.  Then Tracy continued, "I'll
keep him here bandaged for a week or so, so he can heal and realize
gradually that he isn't the man he was and is more of a lady than
he'd intended.  Is he awake yet?" 

"I'm awake," I croaked.  "I heard you!"  I opened my eyes.

There was Trish smiling down on me.  "I know, sweetheart.  You were
supposed to hear us.  That's why Dr. Harper didn't use a general
anesthetic.  We have no secrets from you now!  You're one of us! 
I just wanted to be sure you knew as we begin our new relationship
that the accident to your balls did occur after all.  A pity. 
Whether or not an accident is for you to decide." 

She leaned over and gave me a soft, lingering kiss. "My dear girl! 
"Welcome to your new sex, honey!  You now have the cutest vagina! 
It'll be even more darling than Carol's when it heals, and I love
Carol's!  Men are going to fall all over themselves to get inside
you when they see it!"

She was always urging men on me.  At least now I knew why.  "Is
Sally here?"

"No, he's outside in the waiting room.  We didn't want him to know
that those women really did crush your balls before we brought you
here.  It would have distressed him."

"Do you feel all right, honey?  All things considered, I mean?" 
That was Tracy leaning over me now."

"I feel fine!"

"That's the tranquilizers talking.  But you will be fine.  Better
than before.  Because you'll be one person now in body and mind, 
not two."

"I want to talk to Sally.  My Sally!"

"Of course, honey!"  Trish again.  "We'll leave you now.  You two
have so many plans to make!  Wedding plans, I hear!  It's so
exciting!  Maybe you'd like to borrow the gown I wore when I
married you?  But we can talk about things like that another time!"

They left, and Sally came in and kissed me, and then I felt so much
better!  He sat by me and we talked, until I got tired and fell
asleep.



end 9/10  
(c) 1999 by Vickie Tern (VickieTern@AOL.COM, all comments welcomed)


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