I had answered an ad in TG Weekly, the sort of thing you see all the time:
Wanted, obedient slave for generous dominant female. Utter devotion will reap untold reward....
I pull the heavy bell pull, a jangling echoes inside. Automatically the door creaks open, revealing a large dark hallway.
Miss Havisham is several inches taller than myself, dressed in black of course, with long black hair and staring eyes that seem to be black also, but probably a deep dark brown. Age I guess about thirty, some ten years older than myself, with a penetrating look that reduces me to a jelly-like feeling. Her very powerful presence makes me madly desirous to please her.
She welcomes me, takes me to her imposing gloomy drawing room where she interrogates me.
Questions are all about myself, which put me at my ease, until she suddenly turns the subject to my sexual fantasies.
I blush beetroot red. I'd not told anyone my deepest cravings, but this strange woman is drawing them out of me, nervous though I am.
I mumble about dressing up, as a girl.
"Do you masturbate at these times?"
I turn an even deeper red.
She doesn't need my answer, and asks which I prefer, the masturbating or the pretending to be a girl.
I can't answer that truthfully, and after pressing me unsuccessfully, she suddenly commands,
"Pee for me! Right now. Here!"
I am already feeling she is thinking of rejecting me, and I desperately want to please her, why I cannot really explain. Except that I like her, admire her, wish I was her in fact...
So I obey her command as promptly as I can manage. At least I enjoy playing at being a babym so this is nearly second nature.
I can see she is smiling as I fill my panties, and the wet stains on my pants are clearly visible. Pee trickles down into my socks, and I face her embarrassed. But I know when she smiles that I have pleased her.
"Instant obedience," she is muttering to herself, and I am dismissed with the promise she will "let me know."
Driving home in my car was more than a trifle uncomfortable.
Next day, I hoped to hear, but nothing.
I had given up hope after a week, and was thoroughly miserable.
Then the phone call that brightened me up at once, and changed my life for ever.
"You have the job."
She emails me a fact sheet. It outlines my duties and reveals some facts about my new mistress.
She is Miss Havisham, though that's surely a made up name. She says she was jilted a few years ago, and now lives alone. She had been a research surgeon, but after winning a fortune on the lottery, and splitting with her fiance, she had decided to live in seclusion.
My duties were put in two words, Total Obedience. But a general indication was given: I am to keep Miss Havisham's room spotless, even if the rest of her large house is utterly neglected, and although she is in total charge, I am to be her chief servant, second in command, whatever that means. A daily help does all the other tasks, my duties are limited to being Miss Havisham's personal slave.
Here I am, standing once again outside the door of Miss Havisham's mansion.
Today, the door opens of its own accord, and no-body is there!
A note is prominent on an ugly cupboard. It instructs me to discard everything I am wearing, and don what is in a plastic bag. This clothing is not what I expect, a see thru plastic two piece T shirt and panties.
A voice bids me enter the drawing room, and there she is, sitting regally in a deep armchair. I follow her pointed hand to kneel before my new boss, who is snuggled in this huge red Gothic chair.
She bids me welcome, and informs me that I am to be known as Belinda.
She reminds me I have committed myself to total obedience to her in everything.
I eagerly tell her that my deepest desire is to please her.
"Stand up," she commands.
I obey.
She fondles my plastic panties, much to my pleasure.
"Is that nice, Belinda?"
I nod happily.
She caresses my little penis thru the plastic and I inevitably and joyfully stiffen. If this is what life is gonna be like here, I will be ecstatic.
"Mmmm," she mutters, I think she is liking this too, "but we cannot permit this as you're my little girl, can we?"
"I suppose not, miss," I know I must agree, but my voice sounds sad.
Thankfully, she continues pleasuring me, and even pulls my erect member out of my panties.
She fondles it thoughtfully, as I grow ever more excited.
"So now you must have your operation," she continues in the same soft voice, as though she is trying to distract me. But I sense she is becoming ever more excited, since she is shaking.
"No, I cannot have my little Belinda in this state again. You see that don't you, little girl?"
"I'm not sure miss, I know I like you stroking me." I am not far off erupting.
"No, you see Belinda, we have to remove your temptation, so I am now going to slice off your lovely penis."
I suddenly feel myself recoiling, as she increases her pumping of my apparently condemned penis.
I want to dispute her idea, but her masturbation is so divinely insistent that I crave satisfaction even more.
I cannot believe I have heard her aright, but she pulls me over to a large table, under which is a large plastic mat. When she pulls from a drawer a huge carving knife, only her overpowering masturbation by her other hand, prevents me from shriveling.
She lays my nine inch erection to rest at the edge of the table, continuously pumping me until I am ready to spurt out my offering.
But she must know I'm almost bursting, for the cold steel of the knife is pressed against my stomach.
The blade looks sharp. My burning penis extends, ready to spray my boiling cum over the table. I gasp in excitment.
Suddenly her hand moves the knife swiftly down directly on to my throbbing penis.
A weird sensation of pleasure and pain stun me. I faint.
When I awake, goodness knows how much later, I am groggy, and aching. Aching where my penis once was. Dressed as a French maid in black satin.
Miss Havisham informs me she has made my appearance more befitting a maid. My crotch is nice and smooth, a light bandage and pad is all that is between my legs.
"Yes, you are perfectly okay," she told me, though I had hardly recovered from the shock of my awful discovery. "I have stopped all bleeding, and you are now almost like a female!"
I look at her aghast. Dangling round her neck is a shiny erect penis... my own penis, as I last remembered it!"
"Yes," she nodded, "your treasure is preserved, at the height of its power, all ready to burst."
The sight somehow stimulated my non existent penis. I was empty down there!
"Now you will be my trusted slave," she assured me. "You will continue to enjoy male desires, for your testicles are still in place, even though they have been sown beneath the skin folds. They will continue to produce cum, though of course, expressing that cum will be very different now!"
"But....," I stuttered, "how can I?"
"Your passage is still open where you may pee and express your cum," she continued in a soothing tone, "in fact I'd like you to try to pee now, just to make sure everything is working normally."
I chewed on that word 'normally' as she took my hand. Could I ever be normal? But her hand reassured me somehow that she had my best interests at heart, and I am led to the little room.
"Pee for me!"
I stand by the basin.
"Oh no, you must sit," she insisted," little girls sit to pee don't they?"
I nodded absently, and sat.
It took some effort, but eventually the wee flowed out.
"Good girl!" she smiled.
My first task was to go to the kitchen and meet Mrs Baggins, the cook and daily help, to fetch lunch.
This middle aged woman took me for what I appeared, a maid, it was then I knew for sure that there would be no going back.
That night mistress undressed me, me her own maid, that made me appreciate what her ad had promised about receiving great rewards.
She checked carefully how my new little clitty was looking, and expressed herself satisfied. I had a hundred questions, but she ordered me not to ask her about my new status as her eunuch. "All will be clear in time," were her soothing words.
Even more enjoyable, after she had wrapped me in a cloth nappy, she instructed me to stand before her, all naked except for my nappy.
After surveying me for what seemed ages, she continued,
"You may now undress me!"
My heart was pounding as her command sunk in. Me, undress Miss Havisham!
She nodded, as if assuring me it was what she had ordered.
The next minutes were my happiest ever.
Her black dress was unzipped, revealing an attractive pair of ripe bosoms. If I could have had an erection, I certainly would!
As I pulled down her black silk panties and was captivated by her warm pussy, she told me,
"You see now that you needed that op?"
"I wish you hadn't," I blurted out.
She looked sharply at me. I apologized.
"But this way," her word of consolation came, "you can sleep in my bed, and I will be safe."
This proved another of her rewards, for she, naked, took my hand, and led me thru the hallway, up the imposing staircase, and into her private room.
She dressed me in a black onesie, then invited me into her four poster. Did I need a second invitation? Of course not. She, it transpired, slept without any night apparel.
I spent a restless night in my mistress's king size bed. While she slept soundly, her very breathing inflamed me, the aroma of her naked body thrilled me, yet I was powerless to release the cum that my overworked testes were making. Just how I would get satisfaction, was a puzzle which I hoped she would soon reveal.
But by morning, my passion was unfulfilled, and I felt tired, unlike my mistress who bounced from our bed.
I loved the way she bounced those breasts as she went for a shower.
"Have you peed yet?" she called, as she sprayed water over herself.
"Er no," I shouted back.
"Then fill your nappy Belinda, so I can change you.
I had been saving myself all night so I could avoid this, but with a sigh, I knew I must obey, and I soaked my dry nappy. Actually I found it gave me a very pleasant sensation, almost, though not quite, like releasing my cum.
"Done it?" she smiled, returning dripping water. She leaned over me, drops splashing on my onesie.
As I gave off a sound of pleasure, she took that as a yes, and stripped off my wet nappy, revealing my naked form. A few more drips splashed on my chest.
Then she cleaned me and put on a fresh nappy.
I did ask to shower, but she said she liked my stale smell!
My duty, a most pleasant duty, was to pull satin panties up her now dry legs, then lift her black dress over her head, completing it with sheer black stockings and shiny high heel leather shoes.
As I did so, she told me about another ad she had placed in TG Weekly, and when we were both dressed she showed me.
"Men willing to be obedient slaves and lose their masculinity. Apply box..."
She explained, as she consumed Mrs Baggins's cooked breakfast, that today TG Weekly would be sending her the replies. I listened, more concerned that I had nothing to eat myself.
"Ah there you are, Mrs Baggins," said Miss Havisham, "leave the soup here, I am going to feed Belinda in a mo."
She did too, making it quite plain that whatever perks I enjoyed, I was still her submissive sissy.
"May I have a pee first miss?"
We were ready to open the thick envelope with the TG replies.
The way she looked at me warned me I had made a dreadful faux pas.
"Sorry miss," I said hastily. I had dared interrupt mistress, "it won't happen again."
I resigned myself to a permanent use of nappies. But this time I also needed a poo. I shifted uncomfortably, as she undid the communication, with trembling hands. This must mean a lot to her.
She scanned a covering letter as I fought to keep control of my body.
"It says 42 replies, that's good isn't it?"
"Yes miss."
"Here you read them too," she scattered some in my direction. "See what you think."
Appreciating that she had already overlooked my misplaced request, I picked up the nearest letter.
A picture of a manly looking sissy was accompanied by a single line of text, "email me and I'm yours!"
I showed it to Miss Hsavisham, who had already discarded a couple of replies.
"Oh, that's the usual," she answered, "I had lots of them when searching for you. I first tried on line, but was inundated with lazy emails, I still get a few in fact. No, what we are looking for is sissies who have made some effort to answer the ad. Perhaps this one, it at least answers my email in part."
She handed it to me.
I read: I am Anthony aged 21, and love being a sissy, and dream of being a sissy slave. Ps choose me."
"He looks suirable," I said.
"Well he looks the part, in that he could be transformed into a girly, but he doesn't address the point about masculinity, does he?"
"No miss."
"So I am looking for sissies who are ready to lose their penises."
"I don't think when I answered your ad, that I really understood that fully myself," I confessed.
"Ah yes, but what you wrote was quite telling, remember?"
I looked confused so she continued,
"You wrote, and I recall it very well, I'd be willing to do anything, absolutely anything, to please you."
I hadn't actually meant I had offered to become a eunuch, but I didn't tell her that. Besides, I had gone thru it willingly in the end, though I still had regrets.
We sorted thru more letters, I did think one from a Francis was possible, and she placed it aside. When we had done, we were left with five of the 42. Disappointingly my choice, Francis, was rejected, so then there were four.
"What do you think of this one?" she tossed one of the four over to me. I wondered why she was showing me, since she obviously didn't value my selection.
It read: I badly need to be an utterly devoted slave, and your ad attracted me because I am willing to please you in every way, and I would accept being emasculated if I can serve you. Your obedient Jan.
"He does look the part," I admitted, scanning two photos, one of Jan aged about that of Miss Havisham, and another in a pink sissy dress with so many frills it made him look the perfect sissy.
"Well he does sound eager to please, though his dress is too showy for a slave of course, and I am not sure he would accept becoming my eunuch."
"He says he would accept being emasculated, doesn't he?"
"Yes, but he makes it conditional, I would accept, he writes. I would have preferred if he'd put I want to be emasculated so I can serve you."
I understood.
"But he's probably the best of the four. I'll phone him, and see if what he says, can decide it."
Thus our first sissy slave was invited. Okay, I am mistress's slave too, but you know what I mean.
She had immediately phoned Jan who didn't come in person for an interview, unlike myself. Miss Havisham reckoned he was suitable, though she didn't amswer my query whether had had actually agreed to have his penis removed. He was coming that very evening.
Now this excitement was over, I yielded to what I had long struggled against, and filled my nappy with a fierce jet of wee, to be followed by a plopping lump of poo. I felt relieved in both senses of the word, and elated when she changed me before Mrs Baggins brought in lunch- another round of soup for me.
I enjoyed wetting myself in the afternoon, while mistress rested. When she arose, I expected her to change me again- I loved the moment when she had wiped my clitty, it felt so sensual! But this afternoon she never did it, despite broad hints from little me.
But after an early tea- more soup- she did change me. I sensed the excitement building in her, and me, as she cleaned me, brushing my ever more delicate clitty, so I uttered a little yelp of pleasure.
"Good, good," she murmured. As she wiped, she told me that my job is to slice off Jan's penis. I was amazed and gratified and I couldn't wait for tonight!
She gave me some instructions, about chopping it off quickly, and as much of it as possible of course. She explained she wanted me to do it, so she could more quickly perform the post operative tasks.
I smiled at her as she finished wrapping my new nappy.
"I think my Belinda is looking forward to her new duty!"
"Yes I certainly am, miss."
"I reckon if you had one, your penis would be pretty big by now!"
She stroked my eight inch former pride and joy, as it dangled from her neck. I felt my cum pleasantly ooze out my clitty into my new dry nappy. I didn't dare tell mistress.
Jan was smaller than I imagined, maybe five and a half feet, but we soon found his penis made up for his lack of stature. It was six inches unerect, so I anticipated with relish how large it would grow, fully extended. I am to get the sissy all excited, then as they are ready to climax- chop!
But I am getting ahead of myself.
Promptly at seven, the bell had announced his arrival. That was when I first met him, at the door. I shook hands, then on an impulse I offered him a little kiss. I wanted to feel my victim, and I felt another small jet of cum in my nappy. What is wrong with me?
I felt uncomfortable as I escorted him across the hall into the presence of Miss Havisham.
Me, he now ignored, as he said all the right things to her. I became glad that I was gonna be removing his penis, I think my feelings ran along the lines of, well I have had mine removed, so let's make him feel the same too. It was then that I got inside Miss Havisham's motivation- for she said she'd been jilted, so was this her revenge, as it were?
Miss Havisham was talking more intimately with Jan now.
She had removed his shirt and had put on a plastic top, like the one I had worn.
She called to me to bring over the plastic panties.
"Remove his pants," she ordered. I did so, It was then we saw revealed his doomed penis for the first time.
I slipped on the panties, desperate to begin my work. More cum was oozing out!
"So, Jan," Miss Havisham surveyed her new slave, "you are willing to do anything to be my slave?"
"Of course miss."
"Good. However, from now on, just answer yes miss, or no miss, as you think correct."
"Yes miss."
"Are you ready to do anything for me?"
"Yes miss."
"Even, to become a sissy slave, with the removal of your penis?"
"Er," there was a perceptible pause, but he went on quickly, "yes miss."
Miss Havisham nodded to me.
I fetched the chopper. She began masturbating, and Jan's handsome penis extended several inches, and thickened pleasurably.
"Ooooh miss," Jam sighed.
"We want you all excited," mistress explained.
"Yes miss!"
She was rubbing him, as she led him to the fatal table, where his penis was rested. She continued masturbating him as I excitedly awaited my part in the drama to begin.
"Nice is it?" she asked him, superfluously.
"Yes miss!"
"Are you ready to cum?"
"No miss."
I had to relax, as she pumped harder, driving me to a frenzy! I held myself, as more of my cum threatened to burst out, and I was pleased to find I was able to control myself. But I hope he'd soon be ready.
Mistress nodded to me.
Jan was concentrating solely on his coming ejaculation.
I stepped forward with relish, pressing the large sharp knife against his middle.
That awakened him to his fate, and I saw his penis wilt visibly.
But Miss Havisham was rubbing it frantically and Jan's penis resumed its splendid ten inch size. I slowly moved the chopper down. I looked into his eyes, which were begging me to get on with it. Or pehaps he was begging Miss Havisham to give him satisfaction?
My chopper moved slowly, unlike when mistress had wielded it on me. I was enjoying the tension. The chopper rested lightly on his penis.
Under her relentless rubbing, the penis inched even bigger and we knew Jan was ready.
Chop! Ir was a clean slice, I involuntarily had to eject my own cum into my nappy, as blood sprayed everywhere.
Instantly Miss Havisham grabbed the loose object, and applied a pad.
"It coagulates the blood quickly," she explained. Hence it retains its size. "Only the cum spills out from the other end."
She gently placed the dripping tip in her mouth and sucked cum loudly. I admit I was jealous.
With blood flowing from the open wound, she turned her attention to poor Jan, who unlike myself, had not fainted. He was leaning heavily against the table, as she placed a tube in his passage before applying the pad which prevented further bleeding.
"That's perfect," she half laughed, "I'll ring for Mrs Baggins to bring us a nightcap."
I shan't forget the amazed expression on the cook's face. Her eyes drifted from the pool of blood to the new maid, Jan, whom we had dressed before she came in.
"This is your new help, Mrs Baggins. She can clean the rooms. If she does well, reward her with sustenance."
I hadn't properly understand what this meant, and as the two of us ate, I reflected on the amazing day. While she ate, in between mouthfuls, she fed me my traditional soup. I really would have liked something different, but dare I ask?
I decided not, and we soon retired, I enjoying my privilege of undressing mistress. It was nice when she bent over me naked to remove my own uniform, then my nappy.
Slap!
The blow came without warning.
She had noticed my cum stained nappy, and it did not seem to please her. I had somehow hoped she wouldn't mind, or even be pleased, or at least not have noticed, though with four or five ejaculations since tea, I imagine that was expecting too much.
She established that in future I must tell her when I desired to cum. She would then tell me if it were permitted. If she finds another cummy nappy, I will be joining Jan in the scullery, helping Mrs Baggins.
Sheepishly I lay in bed as she bound a new nappy round me. Then silently she got in the other side.
"Goodnight Belinda, remember what I said."
"Yes miss." I already sounded like Jan.
She leaned over and gave me a sweet little kiss. I felt better.
A second customer arrived next afternoon. Tom was Miss Havisham's second choice, and unlike Jan, she had explained on the phone what emasculating involved.
How he had responded to this, I never knew, but Tom did turn up at 2pm.
I welcomed him, and showed him into the hall, where Jan was polishing. She looked a forlorn sight, in my eyes. I gave her a vaunting look. Then we marched into Miss Havisham's presence.
After my behavior yesterday, I was only permitted to assist, by holding the chopper, and handing mistress things when she required them. She said it was because I had gotten too excited.
So today wasn't the same exhilarating experience.
Tom knew what was coming and didn't shrink at all when the time came for me to hand Miss Havisham the chopper.
His enlarged penis was throbbing as the chopper fell.
I turned away, but she called for the pad, and I had to look back at the discarded penis, which, as before, once the bleeding had been stanched, she sucked gently, relieving it of its cummy contents.
She handed it to me with the order to place it in the machine. She pointed to a far corner. Then she attended to Tom, now Tammy, to patch up her bleeding body.
I took the fat penis over to where she had indicated. This part of the process had escaped my notice yesterday, I put the object inside.
"It's a preserver," Miss Havisham called to me. "In ten minutes, you may remove it. I am now gonna castrate this one, so she doesn't have any sexual outlet." So while Miss Havisham removed the testicles, I waited and didn't watch, 'cos Tammy had fainted and there was blood everywhere.
After the alloted period, I removed the still enlarged penis.
"You'll find a thin chain above the machine," mistress said, "can you see it? Good. Then pick it up carefully, avoiding touching the centre pad. Place the penis against this, it's like superglue."
I did all of this, and the penis dangled like mine and Jan's which were round Miss Havisham's neck. I took it over to her as she continued her operation.
"Well done, you put it round your own neck, Belinda."
I proudly found myself with a fat penis dangling on my chest.
"There," cried Miss Havisham," now put these in the machine."
She handed me two testicles. "they're gonna be my ear ornaments," she explained.
After this, the days passed in a whirl.
Our next two clients were Carrie and Sophia, I don't remember what their original names were. They were destined to join the ever increasing number of maids to keep the mansion spic and span.
They came together, maybe they were brothers, I'm not sure. Carrie was first. I have a feeling he did not know what emasculated meant, though she does now.
This time they were not stimulated, so Carrie's four inch floppy penis remained this size. I was watching Miss Havisham as she brought down the knife, and I could see she really did enjoy this. I handed her the pad, and the little penis was soon in the preserver.
Then I was permitted to give Sophia the honours. His was about three inches, and as he had seen Carrie's fate, it shriveled even smaller as I laid it on the table.
I think I outdid Miss Havisham in my anticpation of the pleasure to come.
Suddenly I felt my clitty twitching. It had been a day or so since my last leak, and this was an inopportune moment.
"Miss Havisham," I gasped, chopper raised.
"Put it down Belinda, put it down."
Of course, she guessed this had turned me on.
"Well done, darling, for telling me."
So as Sophia watched in some shock, mistress pulled down my nappy, placed her face by my clitty, and said,"come on then, you can chop that little penis off when you've cum for me."
The sensation of her mouth around my clitty brought me to an intense spraying. She swallowed with lusting pleasure.
"Now, don't keep Sophia waiting," mistress ordered, and without even replacing my nappy, I raised my chopper anew.
Like the last time I did it, I rested the knife gently on Sophia's penis, teasing it. Sophia sighed, and as a trace of blood oozed out, I pressed the knife firmly down. The little thing fell off on to the table.
That joined its companion in the preserver, while Mss Havisham continued by castrating them both.
I watched in some fascination as she began on Carrie, who passed out, the watching Sophia looked ready to do likewise.
"I want you to wear their penises as earrings," she said matter-of-factly, as she sliced off the scrotum, "the balls are for me."
Next day was more mundane, as we awaited replies to a further ad in TG Weekly. I had to clean mistress's room, and I felt more like all the other maids, But my superiority was enforced not merely by my dangling chain with penis, but by the two tiny penises dangling from each ear.
As for mistress, she wore a crown on her head, the centerpiece being Carrie and Sophia's testicles.
After a tiring day, as we lay in bed, mistress told me about her new advertisement.
It invited four sissies to take part in a game:
The prize is not revealed, but the losers will be emasculated.
Her description arouses me, and I have to admit to her my arousal, and she happily takes a drink of my latest batch of hot cum.
"I knew that would get you excited," she laughed, as she swallowed the last drops of my cum.
The four sissies showed up two days after this. They had all agreed to Miss Havisham's total obedience demand.
They had to arrive in the sissy dress of their choice.
The game turns out to be an obstacle race, and a couple of the sissy costumes seem highly unsuitable.
My bet was on the sissy in the light mauve satin dress with Mary Janes. She looked light and nimble and over the course she found it easy to climb a fence and duck under a huge tarpaulin, then swim thru muddy water to reach the winning post aside the small lake. She was dirty and bedraggled, but triumphant. She had gained that coveted prize.
Her name was Ellen and her prize... to become Miss Havisham's personal slave.
The other three were still struggling with the course, as Miss Havisham congratulated her. My face had fallen, for wasn't she usurping my role? "Oh," remarked Miss Havisham as she saw my despondent looks, "don't fret Belinda, I am giving you promotion as my personal assistant."
I was not sure what this involved, but I was naturally exhilarated.
Then reaching the finish was the one coming second, also covered in mud, a thoroughly miserable looking creature, but he is placed at the table and summarily made a eunuch. The third arrived in time to see the fate of number two and I eagerly chop the tiny penis off, while Miss Havisham busily completes the post-op procedure.
The one last in the race finally tottered in, Mistress removed his penis and testicles.
The losers are escorted away by our maids.
A little later, mistress tells me she is trying a new technique on me. She grafts two of the unerect penises on to my nipples. I survey them proudly and have an overwhelming craving to cum.
I warn mistress, who sucks me, while Ellen watches on in some disbelief.
"You will be like this soon," she promises to her.
She gets one immediate reward, which makes me jealous, for I never received such a gift so quickly. For the balls are grafted as earrings on Miss Havisham's new slave.
As for the final penis, Miss Havisham says that must wait till the morrow.
That night, I learned what my promotion meant.
Ellen, as befitted her role, took her place at the side of the bed. I was the one who wrapped her in her first nappy. Then mistress stripped me, and naked, I stripped mistress. Ellen looked on, looking utterly amazed, but happy.
Mistress did not dress me. Instead she lay down in the middle of the bed, and told me to lie on the other side to Ellen. I could tell Ellen was getting excited, since we were naked, and soon my little clitty was engulfed in mistress's mouth, and I was happily sucked of my cum.
"Do that to Ellen," she told me. And I did. Ellen's screams of delight told me she liked it, as I took in a mouthful of her cum.
"Don't swallow," instructed mistress.
My final task was to return to Miss Havisham, and she allowed me to suck her ripe bosoms, which were soon wet with Ellen's cum. I felt her hand lead my right hand to her passage and joy of joys, I was soon inside her, masturbating her as I clung lovingly to her nipple.
The three of us were served breakfast by some of our many slaves next morning.
After mistress had eaten, I had to feed Ellen while Miss Havisham fed me, the usual soup. Really, i thought, surely she could vary this diet, or is Mrs Baggins completely set in her ways. But I said nothing.
As we drank down our soup, she outlined her plan for the final penis.
I was apprehensive, but Ellen held me as Miss Havisham, grafted this specially treated penis into my mouth. It was attached to my tongue, and a long tubing had been passed down into my old testicles.
Miss Havisham has a remote control that can make my penis expand.
I lay before her on the operating table, feeling most strange. A little penis in my mouth! No wonder she had been only feeding me liquids, for that is all I could manage now.
She gave me a coy look and pressed the remote button. Amazingly, I felt the thing grow firmer, stronger, bigger. It was forcing its way out, I felt exhilarated by this utterly new sensation. Under the pressure, my mouth was had no cvhoice but to open, and what was revealed was my marvelous erect five inch penis, which throbbed unbearably, demanding immediate satisfying. Miss Havisham greedily caressed it with her lips, before eagerly encasing it, and my delicious new juices took total control of her longing mouth.
The End
