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I should have never enterd that club but the man who took me there was gorgeous. He should have been i am shore he was paid enugh. The trap was sprung and i awoke chained up in a cellar. In front of me stood a fat balding asian man. He was clad in only a white cotton jock strap and holding a whip. He informed me that he was Mr Khurana, my master, and that i was Laxmi his slave. After a few tastes of that whip i felt disinclined to argue the point with him. Soon i became his foot stall and my mouth his urinal. He was strict disciplinarian and i often tasted the whip. He had a massive sex drive and fucked me at least daily.
After four months in naked in the cellar i was taken to his penthouse and given a set of indian women`s clothes. Frow now on i would wear a sari. I became his submissive wife ruled by his riding crop. One night in bed after an enthusastic fucking he handels my cock and balls reflectivly. He says"I have been thinking I dont like thease they get in the way and spoil you. I think I will have them removed"He then turns out the light and goes to sleep leaving me in dread. I am smugled out of the country to Curzon Street in Bombay where many Hijras who have turned to prostitution live. I am taken to house where about forty hijras live lead by one of thier own who is the Guru. I am told that "she" is now my Guru too and that i must allways kiss her feet in her presence. I am placed on female hormone tablets which they call "Sunday-mondays" and told that i am the lost ranking member of the community. Over the next few weeks i must performe all the most menial tasks. When not doing that i am tought how to move gracefuly, make up, and flirt with a man. After six weeks i am taken in the night to hut. Mr Khurana has bribed my Guru to break centurys old tradition and let him witness my castration. Two Hijras hold me from behined whilst my Guru stands in front of me. She gives me a pain killing drink. Then she ties off the base of my cock and balls with a tight cord. She waits whilset my genitals turn purple and go numb. She then raises a big carving knife and begins to cut upwards. My scrotum and balls go fist. I pass out when she is about half to two thireds of the way through my shaft. The last thing that i see over her sholder as i pass out is the lock of triumph on Mr Khurana`s face. I am allowed to recover my gracfull walk over sevril months. During my recovery the Hijras are genuinly kined and considerat towards me. Eventualy Mr Khurana comes to collect me and their is a tearfull farewell from the outher Hijras. He smuggles me back into the U.K. and i resume my life as his submisive wife. At spcial parties he showes me to his frends. I am made to show of my crotch with its neat vertical scar and piss hole near the top. He then tells them how he made me that rarest of creatures a White Hijra.
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