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Made to Maid – parts 4-6 by Anonymous

Part Four

Well good morning princess, get enough sleep, did we? I heard Mary’s voice ask. Opening my eyes, she stood over me with a smile.

“Yes Ma’am”, I answered but this odd, very light high pitched girl’s voice came out instead. That was weird; I cleared my throat and tried again.

“Hhuum, hhuum. Yes Ma’am,” OH NO! I shuddered as I realized that this was my voice.

Sensing my shock, Mary patted me on the head, “oh, don’t worry Marissa, I had the doctor do a little work on your vocal cords so your voice would match up nicely with your personality,” she said with a mischievous smile, “and now that your nasty little things down there are gone, your voice is never going to change! Isn’t that wonderful, princess!” she cooed at me, stroking my bangs.

“Now get up and get dressed young lady, breakfast isn’t going to make itself!” my employer’ said with her hands on her hips.

Once she left the room, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I really didn’t want to confirm what I already knew but curiosity got the best of me. When I pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet, I reached down to touch myself. My scrotum had never been large but now it was clearly empty. I could see two small incisions but there weren’t even any stitches. My scrotum was now just loose skin. I’d never be able to be a father.


I’d never grow into a man.


I broke down and wept at my loss, and at my fate. I was destined now to stay small and feminine. The only remaining masculinity I had was my little penis which would never even get hard anymore.

Following a good cry, I gathered myself up, knowing I better not disappoint Mary. In 20 minutes I was in the kitchen, preparing their breakfast, wearing of course, one of my maid dresses and an apron. This was my fate now to cook and clean and take care of Mary and Jim. This was all my life was worth now. I didn’t even think of escaping anymore I no longer had a place in the outside world.

Mary and Jim came and enjoyed the breakfast I made for them, then went about their day. I too tended to my duties, and like usual, had plenty of time to think while I dusted and polished. The way I figured it, either I accepted my life or I’d go crazy. If I went crazy, either nothing would change or they’d just get rid of me. And I knew ‘getting rid of’ did not mean being fired. Basically I could die or be their maid, and though I hated thinking about it, Jim’s blow job girl as well.

Even though my life was not what I had planned, and was very humiliating, I chose to accept it. And with that admission to myself, I began to feel better about myself. It was like a strange peace came over me. I just let the humiliation of being feminized into a submissive maid go.

That evening, as I knelt between Jim’s thighs with his cock between my lips for the second time, I tried to focus my mind on accepting myself as Marissa. I knew I’d be doing this over and over, so I had to find a way to alleviate the humiliation. The answer was in accepting myself as Marissa. I was no longer Mark in a dress, or Mark forced to be Marissa.

I was Marissa and I had important duties in this house. I was pretty, and sweet, and both Mary and Jim appreciated me. This is what was going through my mind as Jim moaned and began ejaculating inside my mouth.

I shut my eyes, and swallowed dutifully for him, feeling proud that I was pretty enough for him to enjoy my blow job so much. I was glad Mary turned me into Marissa. I was so much more cherished as Marissa than I ever was as the little nerd and wimp I once was. Jim and Mary gave purpose and meaning to my life, and I was grateful.

The following morning things started to fall together for me even more. I no longer went about my duties as if I was a slave. I went about them with a lightness in my step because I wanted to please Mary and Jim.

Even though I was just the maid, I was important to both of them.

I couldn’t believe it myself, but while I worked some days, I actually began fantasizing about having Jim’s cock inside my mouth. I would think about how it felt, about how he moaned and would say nice things to me, and then I’d take him to orgasm.

It was the pinnacle of my duties and of my worth to them. It was the time I felt the most special. I knew part of my feminine thoughts and desires were due to the estrogen in my body, but that was okay. I was a girl now and the estrogen made me feel wonderful.

One month became two, and it wasn’t only my perspective which was changing. My hips were rounder and widening, my skin was softer, and I had developed almost full-A size breasts.

One February evening as I lovingly gave Jim his nightly blow job, he started an uncharacteristic conversation with Mary.

“You know Mary, I’d really like it if you’d agree with my plan. I don’t know what else to say to convince you that it’s a good idea,” he pleaded with her about some plan unknown to myself.

Well,” she said, drawing out the L, “honey, I just worry about her you know. She’s been so enthusiastic lately, I’d be afraid this might dampen her spirit.”

Ok, this was sounding a lot like it was about me now. I wanted to lift my head up and off his penis to ask what this was about, but he held me down firmly and continued to pump my mouth with his thick cock.

“Mary, since when are you concerned about ‘dampening her spirit’!” he said strongly. “I thought we took her in to be our maid, and do whatever we needed. It was never about her needs or happiness, and frankly, I don’t know what’s gotten into you!”

What! This was horrible! I thought I was important to them and he‘s talking about me like I’m nothing!

He began fucking my mouth even harder, ramming his cock past my lips and all the way to the back of my throat making me gag.

Noticing his aggressiveness, she tried to calm him down, alright, alright!” she said in an effort to placate him, “have it your way, just try not to wear her out. I still need her to keep the house nice and the meals worth eating.”

Pleased with his victory, he let up on trying to ram his cock down my throat, and pulled me off him. He manhandled me off the bed and then to my knees as he stood over me, stroking himself. Pulling my head back by the hair so that I was looking up at the ceiling, he began cumming on my face.

As I knelt there before him, feeling his warm and wet semen landing across my lips, cheeks, and even up into my hair, I didn’t feel so loving. I felt used. I felt like a worthless whore nobody cared about.

Finished with me, he got back into bed with Mary, leaving me kneeling there, coated in his sperm. I didn’t feel like swallowing any of his goo tonight, and tried not to as his cum dripped across my lips.

“From now on Marissa, once you finish cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, I want you to go upstairs and wait in your bedroom on your knees.” Jim instructed me as he cuddled with his wife.

“I’ve decided to share your blow job talents with the farmhands. See, I’ve instructed Tom, the farmhand supervisor, to send in his two most productive and hardworking men each day for a little reward from you. You can call it my work incentive program. Tom himself is welcome to you each night as well as long as he meets my expectations for the day.”

My heart sank, knowing I was to be used in such a manner by strangers, and didn’t have any say in it.

“See, the way I figure, you give such a fine blowjob that I’ll have 20 men fighting over themselves all day long to get the chance to stick their cocks inside your lips for a little sweet loving.”

He chuckled to himself, pleased with his plan and reaching out he swatted me on my behind. “Get on outta here now girl, go get some rest,” he commanded.

Reaching my room, his cum had cooled on my face and did not feel very pleasant.

Before I got out of my dress I cleaned it off my face in my bathroom. Looking at the thick globs on the tissue, I began to weep knowing there would be much more of that going down my throat and across my face and there was nothing I could do about it.

This wasn’t fair!

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Sure enough, after dinner the next night I was sent up to my room to wait on my knees. I waited and waited and absolutely hated my life. I was so submissive and weak, kneeling here, waiting to have some stranger enter my room and rape my mouth.

What a loser I was to let this all happen. I didn’t care anymore. I was such an idiot if they wanted to use my like a little whore who was only good for a few things, then so be it. It fit me.

Ten minutes after I got on my knees, he came in. Seeing me on my knees waiting for him really excited him as he was rock hard before he even got his pants down. It must have been sometime since he’d been with a girl as it didnt take long for him to erupt inside my mouth. I didn’t understand him as he only spoke Spanish, but by his tone he seemed quite pleased with me and that I swallowed his cum for him.

His buddy followed shortly and five minutes later I finished him off as well.

Tom was last and wasn’t nearly as gentle as the workers as he grabbed my head and pumped his cock into me mercilessly until he came down my throat.

Thankfully, Jim didn’t want his cock sucked that evening so I got to go to sleep early.

The weeks turned into months as I went about my routine. The smile on my face was no longer genuine and the step in my gait less perky.

Nonetheless, over a period of months the estrogen continued to do its work on my body. I no longer wore breast forms as I naturally filled out a B-cup bra. My hips were as shapely as any woman’s and my skin as soft. It didn’t help with the feelings though. I was a feminized slave and whore. I was a loser and good for very little. I was an idiot and deserved to be used like a whore.

I didn’t care anymore.

Once I finished blowing the three farmhands after dinner, I found myself fulfilling my duties for Jim again. After he finished in my mouth I swallowed what I could but a good deal oozed out and down my chin.

Watching me blow her husband, Mary leaned over and swept her finger across my chin, gathering up some of the cum. Sticking her finger into my mouth, I obediently licked it clean though with a grimace.

What‘s wrong Marissa?” she asked, “I remember the days when you loved to drink down every drop of his cum?

What a bitch! I thought inside my head, she really made me mad. Maybe it was the depression I was in, but I lost it. I didn’t care anymore.

“Fuck you!” I cried out, though somehow it didn’t carry much weight coming from my little girl’s voice.

As I was about to holler at her some more, she slapped me hard. Then again. And again. Mary began pummeling me so hard Jim had to stop her from killing me.

Grabbing me by the hair, she half dragged me into my bedroom and tied me to the bed still fully dressed.

She was steaming mad and paced the room for several minutes. Calming herself down, she picked up the phone.

“Hi Judith, it’s me, Mary… Good, thanks… Is there any chance I could bring Marissa in tomorrow morning for her SRS?… Oh great, ok, see you in the morning then, bye now.”

What‘s an SRS?” I asked her as she approached me with a ball gag. Ignoring me, she gagged me and then left the room.

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Once again, the next morning, she helped me dress then drove me cuffed and gagged to the same doctor who’d castrated me.

The same two nurses were there and before I knew it I was strapped down on the operating table with my legs wide apart.

I drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke at home in bed the first thing I did was examine my body to find out what they did to me this time. Reaching my groin, my penis was gone. In its place were what felt like girl parts. I could feel my vulva, labia, and had a round tube stuck inside my vagina what I’d later learn is called a dilator.

This was all too unreal and yet it was real. I was a true girl now.


Mary gave me a few days to heal, but within a week I was back performing my duties as her maid. I didn’t know it, but she began putting anti-depressant drugs into my food, and sure enough, they worked.

It wasn’t as bad giving guys blowjobs once I knew I was a real girl now.

I regained my pride in my work as a maid as well, and this seemed to please Mary. I had no more outbursts, and I was treated fairly. Instead of always having to wait for the farmhands on my knees in my room, Mary often had me blow them downstairs under her watchful supervision.

I was still an obedient and subservient maid, but at least I was respected and the guys seemed to find me attractive.

Mary had me keep a dilator inside my vagina for several weeks, and over time, I wore larger and larger ones.

One night as I prepared to give the men their blow job rewards, Mary told me to kneel in the center of the rug on the living room floor. Easing me over onto my hands, she reached back and lifted my skirt up and removed my panties. Taking my dilator out, she put more lubricant on it then worked it back inside me, spreading the lubricant around, then took it out.

Motioning for one of the farmhands to come behind me, I listened as she lubricated him with some lube from a bottle. As he grabbed my hips, I felt his warm, stiff penis push up against my vagina. I grimaced as he penetrated me a little, then slowly began working deeper and deeper until I felt his balls slap against me. It hurt but not as much as the dilators did, and his penis, though erect, wasn’t as hard as the plastic.

I moaned with each of his thrusts, and I involuntarily shuttered in ecstasy. It was my first orgasm as a girl.

Mary, meanwhile, was sitting next to me rubbing my back when she motioned for the other farmhand to come get in front of me. He didn’t require much encouragement before he dropped his pants and pointed his cock right at my mouth. I did as was expected of me and opened my lips for him.

Mary really seemed to like seeing the men do this to me, as she continued rubbing my back and caressing my hair as these two men fucked me from both ends. I squealed out several more times in orgasm, though muffled by the cock in my mouth, before the men came inside me from both ends.

Feeling their warm cum spurt inside me, I lost it again, and shuddered violently, arching my back in a final powerful climax.

Tom was nice to me that night and simply stood over me and jacked off onto my face as I lay there exhausted from the sex.

It was wonderful being a girl, and I relished the thought of what my future held for me.

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Made to Maid – part 3 by Anonymous

Part Three

Nothing ‘bad’ had happened for a week now, since that night Jim did his thing and Mary had me wear that little girl dress the next day. I basically settled into a routine of preparing meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house each day. Mary mostly picked out standard maid dresses for me. All were very feminine, and some even required wearing a petticoat, though thankfully none were quite as humiliating as the little girl dress.

On the weekends at least, I got to wear ‘regular’ dresses, or skirt and blouse combinations. I still had to serve as their maid on weekends though, and wore one of several feminine aprons over my outfit while working.

Somehow, I survived the week without going to the doctor like Mary threatened. I figured she must have just been trying to scare me into behaving properly. It worked, and thankfully, she didn’t have to carry out her threat.

It was now my fourth week as their maid, and I had just finished cleaning the kitchen up after a Tuesday night dinner. I was exhausted again, as I was every day, after a long day’s worth of chores. Their farmhands may have thought themselves as tough, but let me tell you, my job was no cakewalk and it lasted 14 hours a day, every day, on heels!

As I went to turn out the light, Mary came in the kitchen.

“Marissa sweetie, when you’re done in here, please come upstairs to my room, I need your help, okay doll?” She asked kindly.

“Yes Ma’am”, came my reply, eager as always to keep her pleased with me.

She left the kitchen to return upstairs while I stayed back a few moments to pretend like I was cleaning some more. After just a couple of minutes I hurried upstairs to give her the impression of enthusiasm. Stopping just outside their open door I knocked politely.

“Oh, come in dear” Mary called out to me as I saw her undressing.

I walked in and stood there waiting for her next request, as she stripped to her panties. I had never seen her naked like this before and was a little shocked at the sight.

She must have seen me staring at her gorgeous breasts, as she looked at me and said: “Oh, don’t worry your little head, sweetheart, you’ll soon have breasts like mine, probably even larger.”

She giggled, as she made a motion pretending to inject me in the bottom, reminding me of my estrogen shots.

Mary slipped into a silky nightie then got into her bed.

Leaning up against several pillows, she took out a book and began to read. I could hear the shower running and thus figured Jim was in there.

“Um, excuse me Ma’am, but, what was it I could help you with? I asked politely, not wanting to offend her, but nonetheless was feeling ignored.

The shower stopped as she answered me:

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry Marissa, how rude of me to keep you standing there after such a long day. Here,” she patted the bed at her feet, “come sit down for a second.”

I obeyed her, grateful to get off my aching feet for a few seconds.

I sat at her feet, and still she said nothing. I tried to figure out what to say next without angering her, but came up empty and decided to just wait for her request. I heard the bathroom light get switched off, then Jim walked out and right past me, stark naked. He walked around to his side of the queen sized bed and lay down, picking up a book as well.

This was a little too weird now, sitting here on their bed, waiting to figure out what the hell she wanted.

“Marissa, darling” Mary said as she sat up next to me, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, “I’ve got a very special job for you tonight, dear.”

She stood up and pulled me up by the wrist.

Instead of walking me out of their room as I expected, she started to walk me around the bed. “You’re going to do a very special thing for Jim tonight called a blow job. Do you know what that is honey?” she asked me ever so sweetly as we stopped at Jim’s feet.

“Of course I knew what that was you crazy bitch from hell!” I screamed at her in my head, as my heart starting pounding from my impending doom.

“Ahh, no Ma’am… Ahh, I mean, yes Ma’am, I have heard of it.” What the hell was I saying! I was so nervous and scared I started trembling

“Good, good girl, Marissa,” she cooed, “it really is quite easy. Go ahead and get on the bed for me, and crawl up on your knees between Jim‘s legs.”

What! Now! I wasn’t ready. Oh No! I closed my eyes and forced myself to lift my knee up onto the bed, wanting to avoid angering her, and especially him. He spread his legs for me, and I crawled up right inside his large hairy legs, resting my hands on his thighs, and I began to shake.

I could not believe I was doing this!

His penis was just inches from my face.

“That’s a girl,” came her encouragement, “now just move your head down further and take his penis into your mouth sweetheart,” she ordered gracefully as she pushed my head down.

Helpless to resist her pushing, his penis touched my lips.

My brain screamed, “NO!!”, but I obeyed Mary out of fear and opened my mouth.

His large penis was warm and soft as it slipped into my mouth and my heart sank as I began my first blow job. I didn’t know what to do! I couldn’t go through with this! I knew I couldn’t exactly lift my head up and ask them not to make me do this because she’d be sure to beat the hell out of me. Not that I even had that option as Mary held my head down anyway.

“Ok, Ok,” I thought. I tried to tell myself this wasn’t so bad, this wasn’t so bad, I could do this. After all, he smelt clean and fresh after coming out of the shower.

His cock slowly started to get bigger as Mary forced my head, and thus my mouth, up and down over it. My mouth was soon filled by his hard, thick cock and he placed his hands on top of my head as well. Satisfied her husband could take it from there Mary went back to her side of the bed and resumed reading her book as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

This was getting less comfortable by the second as he took control by pushing down on my head, forcing his stiff cock deeper into my mouth. I felt like my eyes were going to bulge out as he tried to stuff his cock down my throat. I tried to ask him to ease up, but his cock muffled my plea into a frail moan that only seemed to excite him more.

I was utterly powerless now as he fully controlled my head, forcing it to bob up and down over his manhood. Still tucked up kneeling between his legs, I could only lift my hands a little off his thighs. I instinctually spread my fingers apart in a sign of helplessness and distress, but he was unconcerned. My jaws ached as he thrust himself in and out of my lips, his hips moving up and down as he moaned. For some reason I finally noticed my earrings and breasts were bouncing wildly from my facefucking, adding yet another feminizing experience to this nightmare.

Mary interrupted the silence: “Good girl Marissa. You’ve really got him going. Thank you so much for helping me out tonight. See, I don’t like giving Jim blow jobs, and you’re gonna find out why in a few seconds by the looks of things,” she giggled and continued, “that plus he’ll last longer for me when we have sex after you leave. And yes honey, just in case you were wondering, this is going to be one of your regular duties several nights a week from now on.”

“NO!!” I groaned out, though again muffled by his penis stuffed inside my mouth.

At this moment he began cumming without warning, as I felt his cock erupting inside my mouth, his semen splashing against the back of my throat. I gagged violently, but was able to avoid vomiting as he pulled his cockhead back to my lips and ejaculated more. His cum began oozing out between his cock and my lips, running all down my chin.

“Oh, I almost forgot girl,” Mary added as my mouth filled with his warm jism, “Don’t worry about breakfast tomorrow morning, your doctor said no food before your castration.”

She giggled then continued: “But be sure to swallow down his sperm like a good girl, I don’t want to see any mess on my bed.”

With that he pulled his cock out and I closed my lips and turned my head to the side. I couldn’t believe how much he came! I couldn’t believe what she just said! My mouth was so full, I took a big gulp and felt the huge glob slide as it went down into my stomach.

“I guess you can see why I don’t like blowing him now, can’t you girl?” Mary giggled. “He cums so much he makes me, well now, you, gag before you can even swallow it down!”

She pushed my head back down to his sticky coated cock and told me to clean him up. I obeyed and licked him clean for her, feeling a wave of femininity rush all over me. I actually felt like a real girl. It was a very strange sensation but I felt almost proud of being pretty and feminine enough to make him cum like that. This involuntary feeling just popped into my head, and I quickly fought it mentally. I figured it must have been the female hormones kicking in and messing with my brain.

When I regained my thoughts, however, the humiliation of what I just did, and what tomorrow would bring hit me even harder.

Lying there by his softening penis, his taste lingered in my mouth. My heart sank as I remembered who I was and what was happening to me.

As my eyes became teary, Mary quietly helped me up and walked me out of their bedroom. My knees felt so weak I didn’t think I’d make it back to my room but we did.

She helped me undress and get into my gown without saying a word.

I was in a half trance anyway, feeling utterly hopeless and defeated. Lying down onto my bed, I tucked myself into a fetal position and shut my eyes.

Mary stayed in the room though I didn’t pay her much attention. I felt her place soft leather cuffs around my ankles. Gently pulling my arms out, she then placed cuffs on my wrists as well. Easing me onto my back, I began to refocus on what she was doing and started to become alarmed.

She secured my feet within seconds to the foot-post, and I sat up in bed. “What… what are you doing? Why are you tying me like this?” I asked softly.

Her response was to walk back to me and place her left hand on my chest, pushing me back down on the bed. Taking my wrists in her hands, she brought them over my head and up to the center of the headboard. Bending over me, she secured my wrists to the bed. Her nightgown swept across my face as I watched her breasts hidden only partially by the sheer material, come closer and then touch my face as she finished with my wrists.

Finally, she spoke: Wouldn’t want my little girl getting any second thoughts before her big day tomorrow, now would we?” she cooed at me, her breasts in my face.

Standing back up, she patted me on the head and smiled. I shut my eyes in disgust and when I reopened them she had a syringe in her hands, just inches from my shoulder. After a quick swab with an alcohol pad, I felt the sting.

“Sweet dreams princess,” she said, lowering my gown sleeve back down before she walked out of my room.

A few seconds later I awoke, confused and groggy. The light was on in room and Mary was standing over me, unfastening my bonds.

Looking at the clock, it was 4 am already. I figured to myself that the shot must have messed up my sleep and I didn’t even know six hours had passed. My thoughts began to clear as she helped me through my morning routine.

Before I knew it, I was walking with her to car, dressed in a long floral dress.

Stopping at the passenger side, she took me by the shoulders and turned me around so I faced away from her. Even though she hadn’t said anything all morning long about where we were going, I knew what she had planned, though I just couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with this it was just too far-fetched.

Nonetheless, I was very nervous and it didn’t help when she took my wrists behind me and cuffed them together. After getting me into the car and fastening the seat belt for me, she placed a ball gag into my mouth and secured it with a strap going around my head. I was really getting scared now as she got into the driver’s side and we started off.

It was still dark out and we drove for quite some time. Mary was silent for the 90 minute trip, only the sound of the radio and the car’s engine broke the silence. Despite being very nervous, I shut my eyes and tried to forget what was going on. Soon enough I was able to fall asleep.

The next thing I knew, the car door opened and Mary helped me out. We were inside of some kind of underground garage, and there were only a few other cars parked nearby. Escorting me by the upper arm, Mary and I walked into an elevator and rode to the 2nd floor. Entering into a doctor’s office which read “Meredith Loveli, MD, Obstetrics and Gynecology”, I thought it odd that nobody else was around, and that we didn’t have to wait in the lobby.

Walking right through the back door, Mary handed me off to a nurse on the inside part of the office. This nurse was a young and very pretty redhead wearing the typical white nurse’s dress. She introduced herself as Jill, and with a smirk, walked me into a small room where she helped me undress. Her sweet look was deceiving though as she handled me in a domineering fashion and was quite stern. She made it clear who was in charge.

Once I was completely undressed, Jill escorted me into an adjacent room, holding me tightly by the upper arm. As I entered it, with my hands covering my privates, I noticed the room was larger than the first and had another nurse in it. Jill and the second nurse helped me up and onto a table in the center of the room. Sitting down, it was very cold and in reaction, I tried to stand back up. That’s when they got really aggressive with me and pushed me down hard.

The table was so cold I wanted to get up but the second nurse, a more robust middle-aged blond woman, lay across my body and wouldn’t let me up as Jill quickly tightened 2 straps across my body so I couldn’t get up. My wrists and elbows were also secured to the table. This was not good.

My gag was still in, as nobody ever thought to take it out, so all I could do was yell in hopes one of the ladies would care about my distress. After all, they were nurses and tried to help people, right?

Not these two, though, as they simply went about their business.

While getting onto the table I had noticed two stirrups like the ones they have for women’s exam tables, jutting out from the end of the table.

Sure enough, they didn’t waste any time as each nurse quickly and forcefully took one of my legs and placed each heel in a stirrup.

A few seconds later my ankles were bound to the contraption as well. My legs were elevated and spread apart in a very vulnerable position. Coming up to the front of the table, Jill pulled my head back, making me arch my neck, and then secured my head to the table with a strap across my forehead. An IV pole was wheeled over to the table and I felt a sting as she started the IV in my arm. In a few seconds I felt spacey and began falling in and out of sleep.

I remember being washed and the nurses, now gowned and masked, placing towels over me. That’s all I remembered until I woke up again, this time in another room.

It was my room at home. I totally didn’t even remember the trip home. I hated those drugs! As I awoke, I still felt spacey and confused and just wasn’t able to clearly make sense of things. All I knew was that I was in one of my nighties and was lying under the sheets. I felt safe and drifted back to sleep.

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Jilly’s Job by Kortpeel (excerpt)

I was enjoying my career as a vet even though the partners, all men, liked to keep the big animal work for themselves and I got the cats, dogs and hamsters. For a girl who’d had a long time thing about castrating males it wasn’t too bad a job. Cindy, my assistant, and I must have taken the testes out of hundreds of tom cats and quite a few dogs, as well. Still I had a longing to work on bigger animals; something about the size of a man would do nicely.

Even now, as I looked around the room all set up for Jake’s castration, the idea of what I was about to do caused a moistening in an intimate area. I decided it might be nice for Jake if Cindy and I worked nude. Instead of the biscuits that she usually dished out to those males about to be castrated, Cindy could give him a wank. If I knew Jake at all he would like that.

Cindy arrived. I briefed her on the procedure and she was happy about it. She liked the idea of working nude and giving Jake a farewell wank. In fact she was so enthusiastic and excited about the whole thing that it dawned on me that Cindy had a thing about castrating males as much as I did. Perhaps I wasn’t so unusual in this respect after all.

Jake gave me a hug when he arrived sharp on twelve. He didn’t look as happy and confident as he normally did and his expression was slightly drawn. Completely absent was that air Jake normally had of a man who is totally in control. This is an unhappy man, I thought as we led him into the living room of my flat, converted into an operating theatre.

Cindy and I were both wearing new white lab coats for the occasion. We thought it would create a professional atmosphere. We suggested that Jake empty his bladder and then come back for the preliminaries. When he did I got him to take off his shirt and I checked out his heart, took his blood pressure and checked a blood sample for cholesterol and a few other things. Both his blood pressure and cholesterol were a shade on the high side. I didn’t say anything to him about that.

“Ok Jake, you’re fine. Get your pants off.” He looked at Cindy and I realised he was a bit shy about taking off his pants with Cindy there. Cindy turned round and busied herself at the surgical tray. Jake took off his shoes and socks, dropped his pants and shorts and was completely nude. He didn’t have an erection. We’ll have to do something about that, I thought. I wanted him to enjoy this.

Actually I wanted him to go back to that bitch of an ex-wife with no balls and a happy memory of the girl he could have had. I know that’s not a very noble thought but it was a perfectly honest one.

“Hmm. A little prepping is in order.” I remarked on examining Jake’s balls. “He’s been neglecting to shave down there,” I told Cindy. “Would you prep him for me.”

Cindy attentions with shaving brush and razor on Jake’s pubes had the desired effect. He was all nice and clean and smooth down there. Cindy applied some disinfectant to the skin. I’d experimented with this. Normally disinfectant is too concentrated and stings. I tried several different dilutions to get something which would just tingle. Jake’s scrotum would be tingling nicely for the next few minutes.

“Now a couple of things, Jake. For this procedure would you mind if Cindy and I worked in the nude? It would be more comfortable us.”

“Of course I wouldn’t mind.”

At this Cindy slipped off her white coat. She was braless under it. Without any modesty whatsoever she slipped off her white satin panties exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair to Jake’s captive gaze.

“Secondly Jake, I’m going to give you a local anesthetic. It’s very good and there’s no pain. Because it’s just a local I’m not giving you a muscle relaxant. So during the procedure I’d like to restrain you so you don’t twitch at the wrong moment.”


“Right, would you get into position please.”

Cindy helped Jake get into position. We’d improvised a stool on a table, all suitably padded for comfort. Jake had to get on the table and kneel doggy style with his knees apart, his chest resting on the stool. This presented his scrotum at just a nice working height.

As Cindy applied the restraints I removed my white coat. I’d treated myself to a new bra and panty set for the occasion with matching garter belt and stockings. I took down the half slip and noticed that I had Jake’s full attention. To remove the stockings I put one foot on a chair that happened to be placed where Jake could watch me, rolled down the stocking and hung it over the back of the chair. Same procedure with the other one.

It’s often occurred to me that undressing with a man watching is a totally different procedure from just whipping your clothes off when you’re by yourself. I was rather enjoying myself. I contrived to make a production of stripping without actually seeming to be playing up to Jake.

I noticed that Cindy had Jake fully restrained. I gave her a nod and she injected the anesthetic into Jake’s scrotum. Jake’s attention was focused on my panties coming down so he probably didn’t even feel the pricks as the needle went in, four ml on each side.

I stepped out of my panties, placed them on the chair and wasted a few moments arranging my clothes on the chair. Cindy was rubbing a finger lightly along the length of Jake’s prick.

I went around to Jake’s ‘business’ end and cupped his balls. “Now Jake, it takes a few minutes for the anesthetic to take effect.” At the same time I made two incisions in the scrotum and caused the testicles to come out and hang on their cords.

Cindy was watching intently, one hand working Jake’s prick, the other the other working her own pubic area. I understood how she felt. I knew I was very moist down there myself.

“Are you comfortable Jake?” I asked him.

“Jilly, I’ve changed my mind. I want you to marry me.”

“You can’t Jake. You’re going back to Doris.”

At this point Cindy started working Jake’s prick in earnest.

“Jilly, it’s you I love.” Jake was gasping as Cindy’s hand brought him close to his climax. It occurred to me that this was one of the more unusual proposals of marriage. “Let’s get married. We’re good for each other. We can set up home, have some kids. Make a life for ourselves. We’d be happy…”

Jake paused as Cindy got him to climax and he squirted his come under the stool his chest was resting on.

”…together.” Jake managed to complete his sentence.

“Well, if that’s what you really want, Jake but you’d have to do right by Doris first. And we can’t have children …”

I moved round to Jake’s front end and showed him the kidney shaped surgical bowl. “You don’t have any testicles.”

His balls were in the bowl.

“You’ll be much better off without those nasties,” Cindy told him.

Please note: The full story can be found on the Eunuch Archive. Also, this excerpt contains the introductory paragraph and then the last paragraphs, the climax, of the story. The omitted material describes the action leading up to the climax.



Femderella medical scenes – part 2