Castrating my Shemale Wife (nonviolent, mdom, transformation)

Story by SleepingSword

Hey everyone. New here (well sort of I've Lurked on and off for years) and this is my first attempt at writing down my dirty thoughts in story form since about 10 years ago in highschool when... nevermind. Anyways I'm new at this so I'd love constructive criticism... and a fried chicken sandwich.

Let me be clear on this there is no blood, surgery, or anything more violent than spanking in this story. I'll save that kind of thing for Gurochan.

First let me say this story takes place in a fictional world which somehow possesses both futuristic technology and feudalism.

Anyways this is an unusual little story about a man who makes his Female wife into shemale through some undescribed surgery, and then a few years later has her castrated (also not actually shown) and made into a lowly servant when he loses interest in her in favor of a younger prettier girl. In a way it's basically a reversal of just about every hetrosexual castration story I've ever read which makes it amusing to me and hopefully to you.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

As I was sitting by the fire enjoying a fine cigar and thinking to myself how nice it was to be enjoying a rare moment of tranquility, said tranquility was abruptly shattered by a certain entitled and irritating Noise coming from across the room.

"No you stupid twat! Do you have a tram to catch? Am I keeping you? Lick! Slower!"

"Yes mistress. Please forgive me mistress." Came the timid response.

The Noise was laying across one of my loveseats dressed ever so conservatively in jewelry, jewelry, jewelry, and as is so often the case; my wife's head. There are times when I wonder if the Noise can ever be bothered to sit or lay down without the need to shove my wife's head between her long smooth legs to nurse her tight hairless cunt. So noisy, so bitchy, so entitled, and yet it is ME they name "The Upstart" behind my back!

Perhaps I should order her to reciprocate, if for no other reason to give her something useful and above all quiet to do with her mouth. Well... no I suppose that would defeat the entire purpose of her being in my household and perhaps her entire purpose of existence.

And what good would it do anyway if she did fellatio poor Sarah's sweet, succulent, smooth... and let us not forget limp and useless Ladycock? I stare at Sarah in her maid's outfit, her soft 8 inches of ladycock and empty unsightly scrotum dangling from her miniskirt. Her face obscured by her long hair of silken onyx, kneeling over her mistress (or is she MY mistress... amusing how that word can describe a person who is simultaneously her master and tormentor and just another of my extramarital sextoys). I cannot bring myself to allow her any pleasure at all, no matter how much I feel sorry for her. No matter how fond I grew of her in our brief farce of a marriage. I can not allow myself any pity, can not show any sentimentality.

She is a pivotal part of House Helton's punishment. An example of what awaits those who think they can cheat the "Upstart" House Carson and their "Upstart Usurer" Duke. I saved this Kingdom. With the amount of gold I forgave in debt I could have raised and army and conquered a bankrupt and broken Dynasty and crowned myself King Jacob the First and they would have knelt before me and cowered in fear, all while plotting my death of course. Instead I forgave the crown's staggering debts and all I asked for was a title. For that heinous act of presumption the other houses think they can cheat me, believe they can outsmart me and betray me... not to mention plotting my death. They could accept a conqueror king, but it seems they cannot abide a banker Duke who's father was a longshoreman.

And so examples must be made. However... hard as I must be I am not without conscience... not without pity. Poor sweet Sarah, she never asked for any of this. She is after all fairly obedient, surprisingly witty, more adaptable than most girls, not to mention a great piece of ass. She never asked to be married off to a strange man at the tender age of 16. Never asked to be given genital reassignment. Never asked to have her eggs preserved to be placed into surrogates who bear me bartering-chip daughters. Never asked to be castrated and paraded around before given as a toy to her replacement (Nancy was it? Natalie? no... Nina? I forget and simply think of her as Noise). She doesn't deserve any of it. I hope she understands she has only her parents to blame and not me. I'd ask her but she knows better than to answer me with candor. The whole business only makes me want the destruction of House Helton all the more.

I will give poor Sarah one small mercy at least. A mercy for me and her... and every other servant in the manor. I will have Noise fitted for a gag. One with a gold chain and jewels... somewhere. She'd like that.

Well that's it for tonight. Chapter 2 will be in flashback starting from the beginning.