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This story is pure fantasy.. any relation to persons live or dead is pure coincidence.
It all started with toss fateful words... "Will you marry me?". It sounded simple enough when I said it but it wasn't met with the enthusiastic response I had hoped for. Karin staired at me for a moment as if to check to see if I was serious or not. "I love you very much honey, but at this time in my life I don't need another husband I need a wife".
Karen Allman was only 29, but she had been married once before and this, she said, had taught her what she wanted from life. She was all about breaking from the norm. She began a very successful electronic design firm and quickly learned that you don't make money by working for someone else... you hire the finest minds and dedicated people to work for you. Part of this breaking with convention was that when we met she made it clear that she was looking for a younger companion to explore new sexual avenues with. When we met I was only 18 and she said I fit the bill. We had been together now for almost 2 years now and her sexual apatite is enormous. We play quite a few role playing games mostly dealing with S/M activities. We even spoke about setting up a small dungeon if we ever got a place with a basement. She is helping me with college and in return I have been helping her maintain her house.
"Why do you want to get married Loren?", she asked. "What do you want out of a marriage?". I pondered her question for a moment. "I don't know, I think what I want is just to continue to have you in my life". I knew that sounded lame as soon as the words left my lips. "Do you want kids?", she countered. "No, I'm horrible with kids... besides, I'm too selfish". This was met with a big smile. "Then is it some control issue... some part of your masculinity that will only feel complete if you take a wife?"
I began to sweat... I was desperately trying to figure out what her angle was. I wanted to please her, but I just didn't know how. Then It came out... "What can I do to prove to you that I am not trying to marry you to get control over you?". "Give me till this weekend to think about that and I'll let you know", she said in reply. "Are you sure you don't want kids?", she asked again. My heart sank... "You want me to get a vasectomy?", I choked out. "Something like that... I hope you aren't getting squeamish on me". With that she cuddled with me as we watched some TV, and no further mention was made of it... that is till Friday evening.
When Karen came home from work that day she found me in the kitchen cleaning. She was dressed in a tailored blue suit with a collared white satin blouse, and she was wearing a narrow men's tie. It was kind of a new look for her though she had a couple of these kinds of suits. Her shortish hair was worn back behind her ears and the sound of her heels clicking across the tile was enough to give me an instant erection. "Hi honey", I squeaked out. She came over to me and took my hand and led me into the living room. She sat me on the sofa and knelt down in front of me. "Will you marry me?", she asked as she presented me with a small velvet box. I smiled and said "Of course I will". With a sly grin she looked up at me. "I'd open that before you make the decision dear". I felt the box. Jst slightly larger than a ring box.. I though it might be a pen or something like that. I quickly opened it up. Inside was a woman's engagement ring, and a thick stemmed piercing barbell. I picked up the ring and held it out to her hand. gently she took my left hand by the wrist and taking the ring put it on MY finger. "What gives", I said "This is for me?". She looked me straight in the eye. "They are both for you... I wont be wearing an engagement ring". I didn't quite know what to say. "Where does this go?", I asked, pointing to the barbell. "Well, If you still want to get married, this goes here", she said as she gently grabbed the head of my manhood through my pants. "No.. Come on", I pleaded. "Then you had better quit talking about marriage, because this is just the beginning of how I want you to show your devotion to me", she quickly countered. "Do you still want to marry me?". My mind was racing. I couldn't believe she would make this kind of demand just to get married. I was still hoping that this was just some S/M fantasy she had come up with. "Yes, I still want you to marry me", I said. "Shh..... I want you to say it softer", she said. "Will you marry me?", she asked again. "Yes, I will", I whispered. "Good... Now, we have quite a bit to do..", she said. "But you're lucky, you don't have to do much, that will be my treat for you". Smiling she had me stand up as she took me in her arms. "Now my sweet, what's for dinner. I'm starving.
That Saturday Karen took me to the hospital to see a friend of hers. She told me that she didn't want to use a piercing salon because she wanted to be suer nothing went wrong. She had Dr. Stoltz, a friend of hers do the piercing. What she didn't tell me was that Dr. Stoltz was an absolute knock out. Kind of a leggy Grace Joes type. Very firm muscular black woman with chiseled features all topped off by a rather butch haircut. She had me hop up on a table and lean back. I then felt my feet being set into a pair of metal stirrups. I tried to make lite of the matter by smiling at Karen, but she was too busy looking at what was about to happen between my legs. I just screwed my eyes shut and greeted my teeth as I felt the prick of the needle. It was then I realized that she had just used a local anastesia. I felt nothing more than a slight tugging as she placed the clamp on, and drove the piercing needle through my penis, just behind the head. "I want to see him in a week", the doctor said to Karen, "Then we can get him snipped". She looked at me and helped my out of the stirrups. "I have some papers for you to sign for next week", she said as she held a clipboard out to me. It outlined the procedure for a vasectomy. I signed it and handed the clipboard back to her. "Ok, now just bend over the table for me", she said as she prepared a syringe. "What's that? I asked as I assumed the position. "It's something your fiance' recommended to help your piercing heal more quickly. It's just a little something that will curb your sex drive for a couple of weeks". I was about to protest, but when I looked at Karen I saw she was starting to get angry. I felt the stick as the needle entered my backside.
The following week I received my vasectomy right on schedule, but after that it was weeks before I thought about what was about to come. Our sex life slowly returned, but I was never allowed to enter her. Instead she spent a great deal of time playing with my rectum, inserting her lubricated fingers into my tight hole as she massaged the base of my cock. She was careful never even to touch it above it's base. After what seemed to be weeks of this kind of sex I began to wonder what had changed her sexual pattern. After confronting her about it one night she began telling me much more than I ever wanted to know.
"So...", she began. "Are you excited about your wedding?". The thought of it had scarcely left my mind since I had my piercing done. "I have a surprise for you hon", she said as she grabbed the keys to the car. "Come on, we have quite a bit to do today". She was absolutely beaming. We went out to the driveway, and she opened the passenger side door for me. I got in and we were quickly away. We arrived some time later at the salon she attended when she wanted to look her best. "Hurry up dear... We only have a couple of hours to get you ready. "Ready for what?", I said as my voice squeaked. I always hated that my voice did that when I got excited. Once in the parlor it was kind of a blur. It started with a long soak in a tub, and a massage. Once that was done I was treated to a body waxing. I was mortified, but I kept quiet because Karen would become upset at my every resistance. Once finished I was set in a chair. A manicurist began fixing my nails and adding a small amount of length to them beyond the tip. I could feel my wet hair being cut, set and styled as I sat. My eyebrows were not spared either, though Karen did tell her not to make them too thin yet. After what seemed like hours I was finally turned and allowed to see myself. I could feel the breath leave my body... My body... the one with the head of a girl on top of it. I was obviously in shock. I was led into the back room. Karen had a box with her and spoke to me as the woman with her opened it. "These are very expensive", she said as one of the breast forms was removed from the box. They held it up to my chest and made a quick mark with an eyebrow pencil. Then the same with the other one. An adhesive oval was then applied to my chest and the breasts were hung in place. Once pressed on I could feel the weight of them as they clung to my chest. I picked a bit at the adhesive ring, but there was no compromise. "Damn... what kind of glue is holding these on?", I said in obvious distress. "Don't worry hon", the beautician said. "They wont come off for at least 3 days... even in the shower". Karen knew that wasn't what I meant, but I decided to let her have her fun... Then It dawned on me.. Halloween was only 2 weeks away, and this was probably just for a party. I set my mind at ease for the rest of the torture. "Lets get dressed", Karen said as she ushered me to the changing room. No surprise that my clothes weren't there. Instead, there was a white business suit with a short skirt and waist length jacket. The shoes were also all class. White to match the suit, and a small flower at the back of each strap. they were only 2in high, but I still had some small difficulty walking in them. I starred at my reflection in the mirror, when I was fully dressed, for what must have been 5min. I couldn't believe the look. My padded hips and breasts made the look complete, and a tight spandex undergarment kept my penis pressed back between my thighs.
Suddenly I found myself being led out to the car. I was in a haze as the door was opened for me. "Sit first, and then swing those lovely legs of yours inside", Karen said. "Good girl, Don't worry, you'll get used to it". While we were inside the car had been cleaned. This was my car, and none of my trash was in it. I opened the center console and found the case for my glasses. Opening them I found inside a ladies pair of glasses. "Isn't this going a bit overboard for just a party?", I said. She smiled at me as we drove into a parking lot. "Yes.. I guess it is going a bit overboard, if this was just for a party that is". I looked up in horror as I realized where we were. We were in the parking lot of the DMV. "You wouldn't....", I shrieked. Karen was not happy. "Please... you can't be serious?", I pleaded. She got out and took the keys with her. The next thing I knew she was opening my door. Shaking I went inside. I still wasn't sure is she would go through with it... was it even legal? Once inside I watched as she filled out the forms. She made no attempt to hide my sex. She marked M in every spot. "Now dear... I want you to sign Loren Donald, James on this line, and Lorie Dianne James here", she said as she pointed at the lines. I couldn't believe I was doing this. It was a legal name change. After a short wait a giggling girl took my photo, she had no doubt seen the sex line, and we were away. The next stop was the county court house for the marriage license. "Please don't", I said to her with tears welling up in my eyes knowing what was coming next. For the first time that day she softened a bit. "Don't worry dear, I'll take good care of you, but if it's me you want to marry it has to be done my way". She dabbed my eyes and then led me inside. It was as I feared. On the form there was a space for husband, and a space for bride, and a space for maiden name, but no place did it say that the woman had to sign on the bride's line. I was shaking as she told me what to sign. "You sign here as Lorie D. James, and here as Lorie D. Allman". My heart sank but I knew I had no choice For I now knew what was about to happen. I was about to become the bride.
For the next month the breasts were repeatly re applied every 5 days or so and I was schooled in feminine mannerisms and voice. The worst part of it all was that I was beginning to enjoy it. I could hardly imagine it... I was being trained to be the bride at my own wedding. The next weekend Karen began boxing up just about everything. She told me that her company was doing great and it was time to move into a larger place. I tried to pump her for information but she would not budge, saying that it was to be a big surprise for her darling wife. That night I was surprised to feel her lips at the tip of my penis. I stroked her head as she gently sucked on it. I could feel her unscrew the barbell and remove it. "Look", she said. "All healed up". She was smiling again, that wicked smile she has when she has something up her sleeve. I heard the clink on the glass bed table as she set it down. She began to suck on my cock. The feeling was tremendous... then it stopped. I looked at her with pleading eyes. "I want to keep it special for our wedding night darling", was all she said as she rolled me over onto my knees and bending me over began to play with my ass hole again.
The next morning was a flutter of activity. The movers had taken the last of our furniture and clothing.
Before Karen left for work that day she handed me an envelope. "Wait until 3pm, then go to this address", she said. It was one of those days when you seem to be aware of every second that passes. Finally it was time to go. I opened the envelope and inside I found a pair of car keys and my drivers license. Shocked, all I could do was look at the picture. Lorie D. James was the name. Taped to the back of the license was a photo credit card, also with a photo from that day. After a short while, the shock wore off and I walked outside. In the driveway was a white Miata convertible. I was still selfconcious about my looks. I had worked up to the 3in heels that I was now wearing. Dressed in a pair of girls jeans with a zipper up the ankles and sides, and a silky black long sleeve top to match my shoes, I hurried out to the car. It didn't take long to get to the address. Wow... what a place. It was a new home, but built in a Victorian style. The most notable feature was a large stone turret on the south corner of the house that was 4 stories tall. The house was empty as I made my way through it. As I did I saw that yellow and blue ribbons had been tied to furniture and dropped on the floor creating a haphazard trail for me to follow. The trail led me into a basement under the house. In the corner was a heavy iron door set into the side of the foundation of the stone turret. The door was slightly ajar and gave a mighty groan as I opened it on it's squeaky hinges. The room looked like something out of my tortured S/M dreams. As I toured this sex torture chamber I began to realize how wonderful and modern these devices were. A large examination table with stirrups and restraints, an elaborate pillory made of shiny steel, even an iron maiden with holes for touching the victim inside. A dozen or more of these kinds of devices were inside... this place must have cost a fortune to create. I examined the Iron maiden. This piece was as intricate as it was beautiful. The statue was of a woman on her knees. Cast in bronze, the head was a separate piece. The figure wore the loose flowing robes of a Greek goddess. The clothing covered most of the statue, but at the places that it didn't, the victims skin was visible. The headpiece, like the rest of the statue, opened from the rear. I opened it to discover it had only one opening... the mouth. An inflatable rubber bladder at the rear would ensure that the victims face would be held tight against the padded front of the mask.
My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself kneeling down at the rear of the statue. My heart was in my throat as I opened the latch. On the latch was a piece of plastic that prevented the lock from closing. Leaving the headpiece attached, I opened the head and the back and slid inside. Because of the placement of the hinge, the doors wanted to close under their weight. I allowed them to close, since the plastic was in place to prevent them from locking. As I slid into the statue in my squatting posture, I bent backward to hold the doors open momentarily so I could examine the inside of the device. I had to lift up slightly to lower my groin over a raised area in the center. With my knees set into their recesses my feet just fit into the feet of the statue. The lid held the heel, and I realized that as it closed it would come over my ankle and prevent me from lifting my foot. As I brought my torso forward I could feel the lid closing behind my shoulders and head. I had to stop several times to make sure my hair was out of the mechanism. Once I was sure it would not get caught, I slid my arms into the two metal sleeves in front of me. These accepted my arms past my elbow. I now realized that since the statue's mouth was open, the indentation for the nose, and the indentation for the jaw, forced me to do the same. It was quite a struggle to get free of the confines of the statue even with the doors unlocked. I was like a kid in a candy store. I flitted from one device to another for more than an hour. My playtime was interrupted by the sound of a woman calling my name... well my new name anyway.
The Bridal Shower. The voice came from an intercom on the wall. It was cleverly concealed as one of the stones. "Hi honey, playtime is over for now..", she said. "You will find an iron dumbwaiter in the corner, climb inside". I looked into the corner and saw a small iron door set into the wall. Inside was a small box with shackles and a metal collar, all attached to the inside by lengths of chain. I climbed inside and closed the door. As I did it began to rise. When the door opened I found myself in a large white ladies bedroom. In the center was a canopy bed with huge posts holding up the top. In fact the entire bed seemed to be reenforced. Set into the stone of one of the walls was a long chain that terminated in a collar. As I glanced out of the window I realized I was on the top floor of the tower. My attention once again turned to the room and the people gathered there. Karen was there of course, but also Dr. Stoltz, and 2 women I knew from Karen's work. The last woman took me a while to figure out. Then It hit me... "Richard?", I asked. Karen looked at me. "Riki", she replied. I remembered Karen asking me who was special in my life that I wanted to share my wedding with. I told her that I would like Richard to be my best man. How did they ever convince him to be my Maid of honor?
He looked down for a moment and smoothed his skirt. "Weird huge?", was all he said. "Riki" handed me a present and smiled. As I looked around I realized that this was my bridal shower. I opened Riki's present slowly. Inside the box was a leather corset. It was heavy with D-rings set into the sides. "Wow... Thanks", I said. I had no idea that Rich was into the B/D lifestyle. The gifts from Karen's coworkers were also sexually related. From one of them I received a set of suspension straps, from the other an ankle to neck leather bondage dress. The top was done as a straight jacket, the bottom as a hobble skirt. Karen was next. I swallowed hard as she handed me an envelope. Inside was a certificate for Lorie James to attend a very exclusive spa called "Crystal Image Consultants". The spa was designed for wives of politicians and wealthy executives to fine tune their image so they could best compliment their mate. While there I was to receive body treatments and other procedures to finish off the look she started. "I don't know what to say?", I stammered. I was to be gone for 2 weeks. "Don't thank me yet, I have arranged one more surprise for you", she said slyly. Dr. Stoltz stood up and walked over to me. "Karen told me about your D/s interests, but I needed to see for myself before I made my desicion", she said as she walked around me. "What ?", I asked. She shot me an angry glance, and so did Karen. "We will do the talking dear, your say in this is almost done", Karen replied. Dr. Stoltz continued, "I have decided to help you and Karen out in a way that will be most exciting for you". "I have been given your safeword and you will be given an opportunity to use it... not now, but you will know when the time is right", she continued. I could feel a stirring in my groin as she said this. Only the tightness of the gaffe prevented an erection. A short party followed, then Riki and I were led down to a waiting limo. Riki and I were turned around and our hands cuffed behind our backs. "Where are you taking me?", Riki asked. "Oh, did I forget to tell you? You will be attending CIC as my guest, only due to your special circumstance you will have no safeword", Dr. Stoltz said in her soft tone. She moved behind Riki and slowly massaged his groin through his skirt. I was close enough to hear her whisper to him. "By the time I'm done with you, you will be a very, very vulnerable woman Riki". Taking a quick step back she said, "Are we all ready?". At that the door opened and I saw inside. No seats, no bar. Nothing like any limo I had ever ridden in.
Instead on the floor were metal plates, each having a chain attached to attach our ankle to the cuff at the end. As I was ushered in I noticed that the limo belonged to CIC.
A flurry of activity ensued upon our arrival some 3 hrs. later. There were many forms for us to sign, and we were hurried through them. Once finished we were led to separate rooms for the night. A knock at my door woke me early in the morning. A womans voice came from the other side of the door. "Are you awake dear?". Then the door swung slowly open. A young woman with a severe boyish haircut entered my room. She was dressed in an old style English nurses uniform. She giggled a bit when she saw me. In her hand was an open back hospital gown. "Put this on honey", she asked. I did as she asked, and I was led quickly down the hall. I was led into a surgery observation room. It was circular and set on the floor above the operating room. Looking down, I saw and heard Riki being brought into the room. A large male orderly patted the top of the table. Riki walked slowly towards it. The table was only about as wide as a dentist's chair, and inclined much the same. The bottom of the table/chair, was split in two so it could be opened like a Y. As Riki sat on the table, the orderly fastened restraints at the ankles, thighs, waist and finally brought his arms behind the back of the table and secured them there. This left him trying to sit up to see, his neck resting in a padded half circle each time he tired and sat back. I was then ushered to a chair in the observation lounge with a high back. As I sat down, my hands were fastened to the arms of the chair, and my neck to a rest in the back. She put on rubber gloves and reached down to secure my legs to the bottom of the chai , but when she came up she had some kind of tube in her hand. I looked in her eyes, but I didn't need to ask what she was going to do with it. I heard the low hum of a vacume pump start up and began to feel a gentle sucking on my dick. Then, all at once the vibrations began. The stimulation was incredible. Just as quickly as they began they subsided.
"Please don't hurt me!", was the call that returned my attention to the captive below. A surgeon was now in the theatre with 2 nurses. "I bet you herd that from that young girl...just before you raped her.", the surgeon replied. "No, it wasn't like that", Riki tried to argue... "It was consentual, her parents wanted me prosecuted...." With a nod he was cut off as some kind of tube was inserted between his teeth. "You should have gone to court then, instead of choosing to undergo this procedure", Dr. Stoltz replied. She motioned to a nurse standing next to a microphone. "You may begin the recording", she said. She walked around to his head and helped the nurse tilt it back. "Easy honey", she said to Riki. "Breathe through your mouth only... that's it". Dr. Stoltz sprayed something into the tube, and Riki choked slightly. "It's ok hon.. you can cough if you have to", she instructed him. She proceeded to spray him 3 more times before speaking into the microphone. "I have deadened the gag reflex and can now insert the access shunt". Riki's head was pulled back and the top half of the yoke around his neck attached. He could now not raise his head to see his body. I watched as the tube was slowly pushed into his throat at least 11in. "The tube will allow me access to the subjects vocal cords". I saw Riki's body tense up. "I have selected a #2 band to secure the cords. In this subject it should raise the voice an octave and a half". Dr. Stoltz inserted something onto the end of a tool and began to enter Riki's mouth. Riki's low moans and grunts slowly began raising in pitch. "I have used the subjects vocal protestations to judge the tightness of the band... and now that I am satisfied with the results I am securing the band". I heard Riki's groans turn slowly into high pitched sobs. The procedure was surprisingly short, only about 20 min. The tube was slowly removed, and another device inserted onto his mouth in it's place. This device fit between his teeth and pushed his lips forward. A bulb was inserted into it's front as it was inflated, then the bulb removed. A soft strap was applied to Riki's forehead securing it back against the rest. The shape of the rest also kept him from turning his head from side to side. A table was wheeled around where Riki could see. On it were over a dozen syringes of various sizes, and several vials. "I am preparing a cologen injection for the lips", she said into the microphone as she injected both upper and lower lips several times. Again I saw Riki tense up. "Easy dear... hold still", the nurse said.
The nurse that had been tending his head produced a very fine tattoo device and began working on outlining his eyes. Dr. Stoltz took advantage of this to move towards the foot of the table. Pressing a button, the legs of the table began to separate. Through the gag, Riki began attempting to thrash with renewed vigor. "For hormone replacement therapy, I have chosen Norplant 20. This will give the patient a 20 month supply of sustaining estrogens". A short pause was taken as she prepared the injection site. I could hear Riki pleading through the gag, though not much was intilegable. Several injections were made in both thighs. "I have also chosen a cocktail of estrogens in an experimental Norplant capsule designed to deliver extra doses of female growth hormone to help secure the breast implants, and give the subject a simulated ovarian cycle for the next 12 months". All the fight must have gone out of Riki judging by the way he relaxed and allowed her to continue with the injections. The nurse had now also finished. I wondered how Riki would react when he saw the liner around his eyes and lips. The other nurse in the room now replaced the Dr. between Riki's spread legs. A tube similar to the one that had been stimulating me was attached to Riki's penis. "I will now take the required sperm sample from the subject", Dr.. Stoltz spoke. "As soon as the subject ejaculates we can begin SRS. As soon as she spoke those words, my sleeve again began it's stimulation. I tried to close my eyes, but I could not take my eyes off poor Riki for more than a few seconds at a time. The nurse extended an arm up from the center of the table, to Riki's scrotum, while the nurse at his head was whispering into his ear. The arm had a circular opening through witch his scrotum was pulled tight. With a snap, Riki jumped as a tight O ring held open by the circle, closed around the base of his sack. By the way he was jerking I knew he had cum. He began trying to pull away from the device, but it was so tight it held his testicles perfectly still, as the Dr. again took her place between Riki's spread legs. "I will now administer a local to the area", she said mater of factly, producing another syringe. Riki was crying and whimpering as the needle went in. I couldn't believe it. She was really going to do it. She was going to castrate him, right here, right now. I sat transfixed, unable to look away as she made the incision and removed his testicles from their sack. "I will now use the tissue to forme the labial lips", she spoke. For the next hour I watched as she expertly fashioned a vagina from his penis. She did this by inverting it and securing it into a cavity she had made between Riki's legs.
I could now feel the nurse releasing my bonds. The vibration between my legs had stopped. "Where are we going?", I asked. She did not reply. We went down a short flight of stairs into another operating room. I turned to leave when I saw an identical operating table to the one Riki was still strapped to. As I turned to leave Dr. Stoltz walked in. "Well, up on the table you go dear", she said quickly. As she walked up to me I backed into the table.
I turned around and stared at it for a min. My hand went out and began feeling the cold vinyl cover. "When can I use my safeword?", I asked. "Any time you like dear.. but I would like you to be helpless first", was her reply. I couldn't believe how this was playing into my fantasy of being forced into a feminine world. I slowly climbed onto the table. I could tell Dr. Stoltz was smiling under her mask. The nurse secured me immediately, and I could feel the yoke at the back of my neck. My head was pulled back and the strap was secured around my forehead. I could feel the nurse run her hands across my body and up my neck. She stroked my throat for a moment as she looked into my eyes. "Open...", the nurse said. As I did so I realized what she was about to do... "Aahughaa...", I tried to say no.. I tried to say my safeword. "It's ok honey... relax", she said. I tried again to protest when I saw Dr. Stoltz come around in front of me. Oh, no... she isn't trying to understand me. Oh no... she waited for me to use my safeword before she began and I didn't I feel the yoke being secured around my throat, and just as I feel this I feel a sucking and vibrating at my crotch. Some one is down there as well. I try to look down, but it's useless. No.. no... I feel my balls being pulled through the metal ring. I give one mighty pull to try to free myself, but I hear the snap, and I'm held secure. I cough as something is sprayed into my mouth.. then twice more. A strange sensation overtakes my throat, along with the taste of cinimon. I can feel the tube sliding down my throat as I hear my breath beginning to hiss through the tube. "I have chosen a looser band for you.. I want you to sound more professional.. " Dr. Stoltz whispered to me. "It should be no more then an octave or so higher then it is now". After a short time the tube was removed. As the tube came out, the vibrations at my groin went to a fever pitch. My body attempted to convulse, but the restraints would not allow much movement. I again felt the nurse stroke my face and chest. I was so near cumming that all I coul do was pant. After a moment or so.. the nurse gave me a long hard kiss. As she withdrew I tasted the hard black rubber as it was thrust into my mouth. No!, I've done it again....You're tricking me I could say nothing. The gag was quickly inflated and secured to the backrest. "We will go in through the underside of the nipple", Dr. Stolts told the nurse. As I glanced to the side, I could see a tray with breast implants on one side.. and a row of syringes on the other. I tried to pull away as she swabbed my nipple with some kind of liquid. Just then I came.. incredible waves of intensity again and again. "That a girl", thr nurse commented as she went back between my legs. I was very sensitive now, and the device tickled something awful. It was left on for nearly a minute. I attempted a protest, but was helpless. Finally it was shut off. As I relaxed, I felt her slip something over my penis. I tried to look down, and saw a noose of thick cord slipped around the head of my dick. It was then drawn through a metal tube, and my flacid member was pulled through using the cord. My attention was quickly drawn to the mask descending down onto my face. Unable to turn my head, I closed my eyes to accept the inevitable.
As I drifted off I could feel the pricks from the injections.... 3 in each lip... and 4 in the thighs as the female hormone micro capsules were injected under my skin.......I then drifted off to dreams of my wedding. "Dearly beloved, We are gathered here today to join These two in Holy matrimony... Do you Karen take Lorie to be your lawful wedded wife, to love and cherish as long as you shall live?......... Do you Lorie take Karen to be your husband, to love, honor and obey as long as you shall live... I do" A wonderful warmth came over me as the leather clad Priestess raised the skirt of my wedding gown to crimp the cap on the end of the barbell through the steel sleeve on my penis. "With this rivet.... I the wed..."
Next adventure for Lorie?
into a feminine world. I