I was once a man. I remember it. I remember marrying Liz, I remember we used to fuck several times a week. She was blond back then, and younger of course. She could have had any man she wanted. She was the sexiest woman I knew.
My cock would actually go inside of her, and I actually ejaculated sperm inside her body.
How long ago was this? It stopped a little before our daughter, Angie, was born. And no, she isn't actually my daughter. There is no way she could be, because I was no longer allowed to penetrate Liz by then.
No, Angie is my ex-boss's daughter. At least, we think so, Liz hasn't done a DNA test and doesn't see the need. Angie is 18 years old now, so if she wants to pursue it she can. Carlos was fucking my wife back then, along with about 10 other guys, but Angie has some Hispanic features and Carlos was the only Mexican Liz was fucking at the time.
She had me watch them all, too. She still does, at times. Just ties me up in a ball in the corner like a piece of furniture. Knees pulled up and secured to my body or neck, legs secured to my thighs, arms tied tight against my body.
Basically, it's a tie so tight you can't even move. In fact, it can get rather hard to breathe. I sometimes struggle with the cramps set in, but it doesn't help much. When that happens I just lay on the ground and cry.
My tears make Liz happy, though sometimes her studs are bothered by it.
It doesn't matter because basically, I am no longer a sexual being.
Yeah. I have no genitalia, of any kind. I look like a woman, a rather pretty woman. I wear dresses, heels, bras, have breasts. No cock. No balls. No vagina. No clit.
My balls were strangled and the dead remains surgically removed years ago. I lived for many years with just a cock. The first year or so were fun. I had sex again, or at least... I had orgasms again. I even got to fuck a few of Liz's men. The ones that liked to have a cock in their ass. There were a few... not many.
After a year my cock went soft and I couldn't get it hard again, not without a lot of work. It was the hormone changes in my body. I had already begun living as a woman.
So now... well, a year ago. Liz decided it was time to remove my cock as well. It was OK with me, it was rather useless. So...she found a doc in Mexico that would do it. Last summer we flew down for a vacation. Two weeks later I flew back, sans-cock.
I consider myself a woman now, except I can't really have sex with anyone.
I can service others. That's more or less my role now. To service others. I service Liz by cleaning house, taking care of errands and the like.
I service Liz's lovers by cleaning up their cum with my mouth, by letting them fuck me in the ass, by giving them blow jobs. Or just by whimpering, crying, as they fuck my wife and I lay bound and helpless.
Interestingly, a lot of her studs are now willing to fuck me in the ass, since I lost my penis. I look exactly like a woman except... no vagina. So, they pump sperm into my anus, and pretend they are having anal with a cute girl. Which I guess they are, in a way.
Angie treats me like the nanny that isn't needed any more, ever since she turned 18 she does her own thing. She bosses me around a lot, and of course... I obey her.
I am humiliated by this... but... my wife... Liz... has had me service our daughter. Well, she isn't actually my daughter. Not legally, not biologically. She is the daughter of my wife.
During the year since I lost my cock, and since she turned 18, Liz has been sharing me with Angie. She's taught Angie how to ... well, abuse me. To punish me.
It turns out that Angie is more of a sadist than my wife. "Can I play with Evelyn tonight?" She will ask.
"No, dear. She still hasn't healed from the last time you whipped her."
"But I want to... I like the noises she makes and the way her body twists around. And Mr. Jefferson at school gave me a C on my paper and I am just pissed off and
neeeeeeeeed to take it out on something. So can I?"
Whipping is Angie's favorite way of punishing me. Liz likes to tie me up and forget me for hours at a time. Angie prefers a more energetic approach.
My foster daughter will cuff me and chain me to a low beam in our family room. It keeps me from getting away, from wriggling too far, but gives me plenty of room for squirming and writhing.
Because the single tail whip she uses
reallllllyyy hurts. It will put huge welts, bruises, and open wounds on my body.
"All right dear. Just... please, don't leave permanent marks. I want her to do some modeling in two weeks."
Oh yeah... Now that I am a pretty woman, Liz has me modeling. A beautiful woman... (prettier than her, which is one reason she gets angry and abuses me), a beautiful woman with no vagina. No genitalia at all. A freak.
Perfect for some of the freakier porn outlets.
So, a few months ago she started farming me out for photo shoots.
The modeling has actually been my salvation. It feels like I have a purpose again. I am more than just the degraded servant of a domineering woman who is made to do the most humiliating of tasks. Like watch her fuck another man and then lick up his cum.
Now I get to show off this body that Liz gave me. Actually be attractive again. Even if it is as a woman.
We've done a number of photo shoots. Liz supervises, or at least makes sure she is there. She controls what happens a lot of the time, and she tends to emphasize shots that show my crotch. She figures showing my lack of genitalia will bring in more money. Make me fit into a specific kink audience.
I don't know how much money has been made. It can't be a lot, but it's enough that Liz keeps doing it.
I am also grateful that the modeling keeps Liz from torturing me too much. She wants my body, my flesh, to look good. To have no scars or welts or bruises.
After each photo shoot, Liz brings me home and is always in a terrible mood. I think it is because I have been making money with my female body, and she is jealous. Or at least, angry that I have anything nice about me at all. She's tried to take everything away from me, but in doing so she has given me something-- feminine beauty.
So, after a photo shoot is the one time that Liz will string me up and whip me.
"So, you think you are beautiful,
Evelyn? Husband of mine? You think you are sexy?" She will taunt me while I am hanging from the chains, waiting.
"No, ma'am. I am nothing. I am not beautiful. I--"
The first hiss of the lash cuts me off. I scream.
"Shut up, bitch, the neighbors will hear you. Do you want to be gagged?"
"No...no... ma'am..." I gasp.
The whip sings again, slicing across my back, my buttock, my thighs, my breasts, my stomach.
"That's right you quisling, slimy, disgusting, ugly, half-human blob of flesh. You are nothing. I have taken everything from you, and you are nothing. You serve only me! Your body is mine to do with as I please! Filth! You are suited to nothing but licking my lover's cum from my leg!"
"No... ma'amm..... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" I can't help but moan, grunt, and scream at the whip.
"Enough! Enough noise! I will teach you not to make noise!"
She lets me down and I collapse on the floor, shaking from the dozen or more lashes she has delivered with the single tail bullwhip.
She drags me to the dining room, making a makeshift bondage bar to hold me in place. stuffing my mouth full of a cloth from the kitchen and they tying it off with an impromptu cloth gag.
I remain there for the rest of the day, so long that I end up peeing on the carpet.
Angie comes by and sees me tied in place. "Mooooommmmm. Evelyn has peed on the carpet!!!" She looks at the puddle between my legs. "You are disgusting, you know that?"
Liz comes in and decides to put clothespins on my breasts as punishment for peeing. Of course, I have to clean up the dirty carpet when she finally unties me, three hours later.
Two weeks later the welts from the whipping are healed and I have another photo shoot. This one is outdoors and Liz makes sure there are plenty of shots that capture the space between my legs. It feels good to be outside, and to be showing off my feminine body.
The only problem is that I know when it is over Liz will be in a foul mood and probably come up with some new and interesting way to hurt me.
