Changeling

Just one of my more colorful fantasies.  My favorite at the present.  
And a healthy dose of reality as well.  

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Thought I sent you a pic in august? Maybe not.  You can find pics of 
my castration on bme.  The filenames have eunique in the title.  My 
profile in the archive uses the same name.  I don't think I have any 
stories in the archive.  Never finished the ones I've started.  Most 
dealt with obsession, sex, passion, submission, fine wines, gourmet 
food, drugs like coke, crystal, pot, ecstasy, large shots of several 
different kinds of female hormones and forced cross dressing.  
Dominant/submissive, canine bestiality,  months of being totally 
dominated by a wealthy Mistress or Master or both 24/7.  My only 
concern would be pleasing my Dom, and they could afford to be pleased 
24/7...365 days a year.  Forced to watch and occasionally perform 
castrations with a huge assortment of  burdizzo's and elastrators and 
emasculatome type devices from my Doms collection.  And I would be 
taught how to perform saline injections, pumping, subincisions, 
piercing, temporary and permanent mods and possible tattooing.  Which 
I would play to perfection being the natural actor I am.  I would be 
trained and dressed to play the Dom role.  Only he or she or heshe 
would know my secret submission.  Collecting castration devices and 
testicles for my collection, and ultimately my Doms collection.  
After being totally cared for educated by my Master/Mistress for 6 
months to a year, including multiple circs would come the ultimate 
nullification.  It would start at night, chauffeured to a huge 
mansion.  In a huge red and black playroom filled with every kinky 
sadistic piece of equipment made, I would be instructed to perform 
several castrations on helpless men.  Tied chained and manacled in 
various poses.  I is immediately apparent none had volunteered for 
this, they were all forced one way or another to submit.  The first 
is a famous wrestler on TV, a former or current champ.  I reach for a  
burdizzo, he'd need something in his wrestling trunks for TV.  An 
elastrator for the next beautiful male and on.  Some pleaded, some 
cried, some made little sound at all.  I was shaking and crying 
uncontrollably, I had never castrated someone against their will.  
The last is used to teach me to surgically perform a castration.  
Later I would be the helpless one, in a dark room.  Lot's of people 
watching from the dark the few faces I could see seemed familiar, all 
men I had castrated in the past few months, several cameras record 
every hot moment.  I'm wearing a fem dom outfit...with a twist.  A 
tight red leather corset with cutouts to enhance my enlarging 
breasts.  My tits themselves are being vacuum pumped and inside the 
clear vacuum jars I can see a saline needle and tube inserted.  I've 
never seen them that large!  In the mirror I see I've been made-up 
like a low class slut, oddly out of place with the classy dom I'd 
pretended to be the last few months.  Huge eylashes, heavy black 
eyeliner, dark colorful eyeshadow.  Bright red lipstick and 
highlighter.  But the eyebrows are strangely perfect.  And my 
hairline is wrong, not a man's hairline at all...definitely feminine.  
The hair had been transplanted as I slept unaware.  Hairs out of 
place were artfully used to shape and sculpt the perfect feminine 
eyebrow, anything else was permanently removed by electrolysis.  
Permanent eyeliner and brows and lips hid under the garish make-up.  
And my lips were slightly larger, more sensual.  I'm wearing red 
leather thigh high boot with a 5" stiletto heel, oddly I'm wearing 4.  
My arms are tightly laced into a smaller size boot with even higher 
heels.  I can't even tell if I have fingers anymore, my arms feel so 
strange.   I find myself on all fours, the boots all connected by 
chains and metal rods.  The result, my legs are spread far far apart, 
and  I can't stand upright, like some bizarre kinky animal.  A spiked 
dog collar around my neck is chained to a ring imbedded in the floor.  
I had also been given huge doses of testosterone, for the first time 
in months I was fully erect without stimulation.  And uncontrollably 
horny.  But it didn't stop there.  My cock, little more than the 
length of the head from repeated circumcisions, had a cock ring at 
the base, another saline tube and another vacuum pump.  And I could 
see something else behind it, it looked like hair about my color and 
length, I could feel it between my cheeks.  No one behind me that I 
could tell, must be attached to the corset.  It looked like a surreal 
tail.  My tiny cock was larger than it had been in months and ached 
deliciously.  I start to understand why some people relate pain to 
pleasure.  I stay that way for what seems like hours.  Hearing voices 
from the dark, talking, whispering, laughing, some are happy, some 
are having sex, others are angry and dark...threatening.  The first 
person I clearly see is the professional wrestler I had castrated 
earlier, I couldn't read his face, his expression didn't change he 
seemed calm and business like, and his cock is hugely erect, pulsing 
with every heartbeat.  And I'm terrified, he could break me in half.  
He moves his cock toward my mouth, I open my mouth out of habit,  god 
I've become a slut, he holds my head gently and slowly fucks my 
mouth.  I don't even have to resist a gag reflex when he pushes it 
all the way down my throat.   He pumps until he cums, and I taste the 
last semen he will ever produce.  I feel a guilty pleasure, I love a 
cock in my mouth and his is the perfect size to enjoy there.  He 
pulls up on the chain and I see a wicked smile that chills my soul.  
"You, you think your some hot bitch", is the only thing he says.  I 
hear it repeated over and over from the shadow's.  Some amused, some 
aroused, some sad, some angry, some loveing.  He's walks behind me 
out of my limited range of vision, I look between my legs and see his 
hand grab the hair hanging between my butt cheeks and jerks it.  IT 
HURTS!  I know immediately it's real hair and it's growing at the 
base of my tailbone.  Thick and coarse like animal hair, I had a 
tail!  My world changes in that moment.  It's not the last time it 
will change that night.  I feel flesh suddenly touching mine all 
around me are the men I just castrated.  All have raging erections, I 
feel there cocks touching me poking me.  Tears stream from my eyes, 
I'm incredibly aroused and terrified at the same time.  I feel a hot 
cock poking around my ass...hard and fast.  Literally hotter than the 
others by several degrees.  A needle pierces my hip and I'm injected 
with a mix of cocaine and ecstasy and who know's what?.  A cock 
enters my mouth gently and I make love to it.  Trying to lose myself 
in that.  The hot cock or maybe a dildo considering the heat, still 
pokes my ass.  And unexpectedly finds its mark, I'm amazed how easily 
it slides in my ass.  Must be a slippery dildo the shape is funny 
thicker at the base like a butt plug.   Then it really starts to get 
hard, and big.  My god it's hot and impossibly large to be in my ass.  
I feel my stomach must be pushed up against my lungs to make room for 
it.  My tail tickles my legs,  the dildo is pounding my ass hole 
impossibly fast.  It doesn't take but a moment to realize a dog with 
a huge cock is fucking me.  The knot near the base of his cock locked 
his cock inside me.  He'd rip me apart if he pulled out right now.  
I'm terrified, and helplessly aroused, god help me I don't want it to 
stop.  A high pitched sexy female moan reaches my ears, closer than 
the other voices, startling me.  And again, IT'S ME!  I moan around 
the cock in my mouth trying it again.  It's not my moan, it's MUCH 
higher and most definitely feminine.  The next sound only a woman 
could make,  because only a woman could be that terrified.  The cock 
in my mouth is judiciously taken out.  But another immediately fills 
it...dog.  It tastes like they smell only more so.  With a disturbing 
control the dog fucks my mouth without seriously hurting me.  The big 
black dog pulls out of my dripping mouth and my head is abruptly 
jerked back, the wrestler, "NOW your a BITCH!". A cock shaped gag is 
inserted in my mouth and secured tightly.  I taste blood.  The 
wrestler moves aside.  A man I recognized, one who I castrated, the 
very first in fact.  He smiled warmly at me, I shuttered and a light 
seemed to get brighter and moved down from his face.  He lay on a 
narrow table.  Three people in surgical garb worked at his 
midsection.  I wanted to throw-up, but new it might kill me with the 
gag pushing what I knew was his cock into my throat.  I could just 
breath through my nose.  I'd guess the huge canine cock in my ass 
came 12 times in the next hour or so.  By then all the other men I 
had just castrated had walked a large dog passed my line of sight.  
Several with a bright red erection.  The relentless cock in my ass 
finally shrinks and comes out of my ass.  Liquid pours from it like a 
waterfall.  My thighs and ass slippery and wet with dog cum, and my 
own still pouring lubrication.  My first thought is "OH, My poor 
tail!", my second thought is that I'm insane for thinking that.  Oh 
god, I am a bitch, a REAL bitch.  The most disturbing part was I 
think I liked it.  I lose track of how many other dogs came in my ass 
and mouth, somewhere in the back of my mind I was amazed at the 
obvious training involved.  I must have eventually passed out from 
pain and pleasure.  When I woke up  the warm wonderful feeling of a 
man's throbbing cock in my ass.  I felt happy and warm, working on 
making the cock in me feel as good as my fuck hole did.  Powerful 
arms cradled me gently from behind, they lifted me slowly up and down 
effortlessly.  Moving me over his cock as easily as most men might 
move their hand.  I didn't want to wake  up enough to think about it.  
I wanted to completely enjoy it.  I put my mind on hold.  Soon my 
body shook with the strange, now familiar, orgasm of a eunuch.  
Slowly things came back to me, slowly because the cock in my ass 
remained so hard.  Then a different feeling, panic, the powerful arms 
I had just found so much comfort in pinned back my already near 
useless arms, I still had the boots on.  Three people in surgical 
masks approached when they cut into my chest and inserted implants.    
After months of hormones and pumps and salines my tits were already 
fairly large, now they were huge.  The elasticity of the skin had 
been perfectly determined to insert the largest possible implants.  
Fat was also sucked out and re injected elsewhere completely changing 
my body shape.  No pain during all of this, my body and brain were 
numb.  Except for my ass,  a still rock hard cock in it.  I may have 
drifted in and out.  It might have happened in hours or days.  It was 
timeless.  I took a guilty comfort in the strong arms that held me 
close to his chest.  When I did open my eyes, I saw a huge pair of 
tits, almost as red as the corset and boots I wore.  Two beautiful 
women kissed and massaged them very gently, somehow I didn't find 
that surprising.  As I drifted back in I felt that incredible cock 
slowly starting to move in and out.  I was soaking wet instantly, it 
ran down the crack of my ass and tickled my tail.  MY TAIL!  It was 
true!.  I was on my back, my legs over his shoulders, my ass spread 
wide to take his cock deep inside me.  His legs and stomach made a 
loud very erotic slapping noise.  Wet and nasty, my ass warmed as I 
got more and more turned on.  I made a, what was still a very 
unnatural sound, that of a completely dominated bitch.  Oh so 
girlish.  Reality came crashing in.  The intoxicating wet sound of 
flesh on flesh finally registered.  I was being fucked by a eunuch, 
no ball slap.  This was a new sound.  My eyes opened to see that 
beautiful angry wrestler.  I hadn't removed his testicles and sac 
though.  That had to happen later.  That led to remember the next 
thought. My mouth which still had a man's severed penis in it.   My 
mouth watered almost choking me.  My head spun, I must be going mad, 
and I don't want to stop.  A tug on my spiked collar brought my head 
level with a chair sitting next to the bed I was currently being so 
thoroughly fucked in.  It was a man's crotch.  A Frankenstien looking 
row of sticthes where his cock used to be.  I just stared at it, and 
got hotter and hotter.  I don't know when I went from being fucked to 
madly fucking back.  But I was.  Like a wild animal.  The man in the 
chair smiled gently at me and suddenly I felt completely at ease and 
safe.  And stimulated.  I came over and over in waves like a women.  
As I lay there completely drained, unable to do more than try to 
catch my breath.  The gag was removed, and my angry wrestler very 
gently lovingly kisses me.  And I melt like butter in July.  He looks 
at me in a way that leaves absolutely no doubt, "You're my bitch 
now."  And I new it to be true.  The faces of the men I castrated 
surrounded me, I felt many hands pulling my arms apart.  Legs apart.  
I was bound spread eagle in mid air by human chains.  I was lifted 
into the air still horizontal with my new owner's cock still hard in 
my ass.   He grabbed my tiny but abnormally enlarged hard cock in his 
left hand and with a large knife in his right, he cut off my cock.  I 
came and came again, and told him in a little girl's voice, "I love 
you," and a bright smile on my face, fainted.  

Well maybe I do have a story for the archive.

Repeated circumcisions will probably begin as soon as I can get 
disposable "tara-clamps", I've heard it works better than the more 
expensive "permanent tool".  Hopefully it will be available through 
BME soon.  And hope the cost isn't prohibitive.  I also need to find 
somebody who has experience in multiple circumcisions, I've lost 
track of one guy I met online.  I think he had six circumcisions, at 
least four.  And he still had his balls.  He cock must be incredibly 
tight when erect.  Though I can't imagine a cock being any tighter 
than mine when erect.  Castration reduced the length by more than an 
inch.  And fewer erections have since taken close to another inch.  
Then a multiple piercing.  A large gauge vertical barbell a little 
way down the shaft.  And a large gauge Prince Albert.  When I first 
lost my balls  I wanted a penectomy immediately I was so happy with 
the results of castration.  But though I had a viable chance, I let 
it slip by,  it was just financialy impossible at the time.  Probably 
still is.  But someday I'll be totally smooth.  Of this I have no 
doubt.