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Charlotte In Stitches Introduction: Now, that their lives were finally free of his work and all their family entanglements, Belle and Charles were free to explore the wonders of BDSM slavery within their Master's Heinleinien Line-Poly-Marriage; grandiosely titled: "The Leather Freehold". Within the Freehold Belle was finally willing to let her husband Charles pursue his life long dream of living 24/7/365 as a Woman, and, more importantly; as her sister slave, and hopefully sister pony-slave, in service to Master and the other dominants within the family. Charles had now been formally retired for more than 5 years; since then he had been accepting contract engineering assignments for good money. That was in addition to of his early retirement pay. Belle enjoyed her high level engineering career, with the international travel it now entailed. She planed on remaining actively employed for the Fortune 100 Company, for many more years to come. Bell's medical benefits were what allowed Charles to take early retirement, and, become a contract test engineer, a career he truly enjoyed he was having a lot more fun with this than when he was employed fulltime. Years ago, they had both formally accepted, occasional, temporary collars, under Master in the Freehold, while still like most of the Freehold members, living their lives apart. Throughout this time there but a few freeholders, actually living under Master's roof. We all had high hopes for the success of the Freehold. Master had structured it around the best of Heinlein's ideas, from his seminal novel: "The Moon is a Hard Mistress". Master and all had also learned from the failures of the communes of the 60s. No one was admitted into the Freehold family unless they had proven successful on their own. The Freehold would tolerate no Free Loaders! It goes without saying that only established members of the BDSM family were accepted into the Freehold. They were all vetted as to their authenticity and fully inculcated with the mantra of the Safe Sane and Consensual world of true BDSM life styles. The Freehold had over the years, attracted quite a variety of talented Freeholders. All Freeholders shared the dream of eventually building, a truly isolated self-sufficient Freehold Leather community retreat. That had to be located on very private acreage up in the higher altitudes of Arizona. Even though most of them had sufficient resources for their own lifestyle, the amount of money need to buy and outfit this dream Freehold required a new source of capital. Some continued to pay their 'Gullibility Tax' to the State of Arizona, each week, in hopes of winning: either the State or Multi-state Lotteries. However that source never returned more than the whopping $445 dollars from one draw. Charles, had, inspired Master to use the talents of the Freeholders: to bring to market Charles's grand design for making money. He proposed that the Freehold incorporate as the "Freehold Tile LLC". Only then would the LLC design, engineer, prototype, obtain patent protection. Early demonstration installations was their way of marketing their new highly energy efficient roofing product. It would also convert solar energy to all the electricity a modern home need also producing more than enough hot water. Charles had been working on this design over many years. He felt the enabling technologies had finally matured to the point that it was now practical to bring their Tiles to the mass market. A series of spec homes went up with the Freehold Mark-II tiles and sold rapidly even in the down market. The LLC then invested in vendor space at series of Trade and Home shows in the South West. It paid off big time. They were offered a deal; they just couldn't refuse! He willingly sold out the patents to one of the major roofing companies. The LLC received $50,000,000 cash outright, with a royalty of 25? on each full tile sold. Consequently, there was now enough money, for the Freehold to function on its own. Yet, many of the Freeholders truly enjoyed their own high paying rewarding career. Most remained employed outside the Freehold. Belle was one of these. She was now getting recognition and enjoying the perks that came with her new duties. She also enjoyed and traveling all around the world on the companies dollar. However, Charles and Master now devoted themselves, wholly, to making the Freehold Dream a reality. For Charles, this meant, he would no longer have to pretend that he was ever going to be a man again. Master, the Freehold and Charles as the main Tile designer now had plenty of money to fully fund Charles's full transformation into what he most desired in the world, being Charlotte. Charlotte was now to become a full female slave, permanently collared, to Master; and to the Freehold in general. Preliminary procedures, Castration. Just before starting to live full time as Charlotte; poor old Charles had gone for a series of significant plastic surgery procedures. These procedures were preliminary, to starting to live full time as the woman he wanted to be. This would enable him to help eradicate the worst effects of ageing. He started this, new life after a top notch plastic surgery team's effort. His eyes and lower lids had been lifted. Quite a bit of excess flesh excised. The forehead lift had helped remove most of his forehead lines. The old out, of kilter, nose had been straightened. Two old nose injuries were corrected and the overall size minimized. The long put- off, facial chemical dermal pea, and, abrasion treatment; was performed to eliminate, nearly all those unsightly large old pores, and; age spots. Now, that his hypertension was under control, the Laser was used to greatly reduce his rosacea. For the last full year, Charlotte, or in that case Charles; had been on medical supervised female hormone treatment. The anti-androgen compliment to her hormone cocktail meant she had lost any ability to have an erection. This was no true loss. She, now aggressively wanted to make the next step. Charles had arranged for the same surgeon: to also remove her mostly non-functioning gonads. Yes, she was to be castrated, technically and more accurately referred to as bi-lateral Orchiectomy. Her excised, shriveled, balls were carefully but aside. Master had arranged to have them processed by a taxidermist. They were eventually returned, preserved and incased in individual 1" clear resin balls. Master could hold them and gaze at just how much his slave had given him. He began to adopt the actions of Captain Queege of the good ship Caine, just unconsciously rolling the new incarnation of Charlotte's balls in his hands. As one final step, they had begged and cajoled, the Plastic Surgeon into also performing some liposuction. Removing as much of that stubborn fat from around her middle as he felt was medically safe. She made sure; he knew not to touch any fat on her chest or hips. She wanted as much of that as she could get; even more if possible. Under, the advice of Master's medically trained family members, and the plastic surgeons, Charles left further facial feminization procedures for after he lost the targeted weight. They, all hoped, he would loose another 40 pounds. This would allow her to be the woman, they all wanted to help her become. Belle gave her consent. Belle had been living for years, now, with; Charles' inability to function, in the bedroom. They still loved each other, deeply, and; completely. Belle could not expect Charles to satisfy her, at least not with his penis inside her vagina. They had found lesbian love, with lots and lots of foreplay; along with BDSM, to be very satisfying. Charles, as part of this approach, had, purchased; one of those marvelous, Sybain?, fucking machines. When ridding the Sybain?, with its myriad wondrous attachments, Belle could achieve wave after wave of deeply satisfying clitoral and vaginal orgasms. Unlike Charles, even at his youthful best, the Sybain? never tired and never went flaccid. Charlotte, had tried riding the Sybain?, anally only of course, and; quickly, was forced to realize, that for a CD, the Sybain?, did not satisfy like it, wondrously, did for a true woman. This was one of the things, driving, and his abiding case of Vagina Envy. .Based on their deep love for each other, exacerbated, by his inability to perform as a male in bed, Charles did not begrudge Belle's finding other male lovers. She was not trying to hide this from him. His only requirement so long as these approved of the men. It was, thought of as praise, for his lovely wife, and; in a way, as a compliment, to, his taste and great luck in finding such a prize. Belle had arranged, with her full support, time off, to be with Charles as he went in for these first permanent life changing procedures. He came out from under the anesthesia, the first thing of which he was aware, was the feel of those beloved soft warm Belle hands holding his. Their deeply soothing and satisfying feel, could not have been duplicated. He was immediately reassured that his love was, and would remain, with him throughout the new phases of their extended kinky life together. Belle had become aware of his starting to awaken. She verbally began reassuring him of her love: "You are fine love." "I'm here." "You did fine." "All is well!" The first coherent words, out of the recovering Charles's mouth, were: "I still do love you so much, Belle!" Belle responded with her own words of reassurance: "I now and will always love you Charlotte my dear sister slave." After these procedures, Charlotte's female hormones were now and; for ever more, to be supplied, via implanted slow time release capsules. These capsules, would have to be replaced every year or so, as needed. Now there was no longer a need for the anti-androgens. Her gonads, which were now in Master's pocket where he loved to, fondle them. She enjoyed the fact that her artificially introduced hormones were always going to be at the same level. She did not and would not suffer from the traditional female hormonal-menstrual cycle. She did not have a uterus and could not ever bear children. Why put up with the problems of the menstruation cycle? Going under for these procedures, was the last time, Charles, thought of himself, as male. After recovery from his extensive plastic surgery, she was now fully and for evermore, Charlotte. She had started on her life anew, as a full time T-Woman, now in transition. Slave Registry Tattoos They had, as part of her commitment, to being one of Master's permanent slaves; registered her through the TSR salve registry. Having obtained her permanent, unique, slave registry number, with its accompanying, bar code, it was time to get her tat. They called upon an old family friend Richard, to do her inking. He ran one of the most respected Tattoo parlors in the Phoenix area. Hers would not be the first TSR Bar code he had inked. Richard warned them; that no one was sure when or if a Tattooed Barcode would ever truly be readable. Fore sure not readable by any electronic barcode reader devices, in service today. Richard suggested that the salve registry number should also be inked in small letters under the bar code. The more obvious and pretty tattoo was to be a set of rose branches. They would arch out from the small of her back. Each side formed sort of a set of butterfly wings consisting of dark amber branches. Black and steel thorns, green leaves, alternating Red, Yellow, and White Rose flowers were suggested as part of the motif. This completed design was left with an open space in the center of each rose wing arch. The left hand open space would hold the words in "Freehold Salve Number" in dark Red flowing shadowed cursive script. The right hand space was designed to hold her registered slave number "100-827-580"?again in the same colorful flowing feminine script. After agreeing, on the design size color and placement of the tats: they scheduled her tattooing session the very next week. For this session, Belle would take time off from work. She drove Charlotte and Master down to Richard's shop. One of Charlotte's hands was held by Belle and the other by Master; all the time, while her tattoos were being applied. With the support of these two supporting her, the pain was barely acknowledged. She had to take more extreme care of her foot tattoo. Making sure her foot's sweat and grit did not infect the tat. It did hurt to put weight on her tattooed foot, for a full five days after the inking. However, by the end of a full week, wearing only flip flops, careful cleaning and applying of the recommended healing ointments; she was left with only a minor lingering discomfort. Two weeks, post inking, she could once again wear any of her sexier high-heels. Charlotte only had one complaint, about her lower back slave tattoo. She could not see it! Not without contortions in multiple mirrors. Richard, Belle, Master along with the entire household reassured her that it was beautiful. Belle, and the other subs, were all now planning on getting registered and having their own tattoos. Richard would have more Freehold Barcode tattooing coming his way. Septum & Tongue Session: Charlotte had always been somewhat of a bossy slave trying to top from the bottom. She had lots of ideas about how she should be treated and what she wanted out of her slavery. Sometimes, Master found this upsetting. Master's and her ideas were not always completely in sync. Yet, in general, they both wanted the same thing for her. They wanted her to be able to experience all the aspects of female slavery that were safe and practical for her lifestyle. For more than 20 years now, each of her ears held two piercings. Those in the know, the cognoscenti, could see she had pierced ears. But by then it was not un-common for males to have at least one ear pierced. Even with both her ears pierced, twice, no one had ever raised any issues in her male corporate life. She loved her nipple piercings, and the stirrups they sported. She had been enjoying them for nearly 10 years. During that time they had certainly made her nipples grow. They were now even larger than those on her wife and many other GGs. Earlier, in her life, before formally joining Masters Household, she had enjoyed a septum piercing. Again she, or at this time in her life he, loved it. But he had to be male, a lot at that time, so that septum piercing had to be removable. When the ring was removed he had too keep the piercing open with a "U" shaped retainer. That retainer was positioned with the arms of the "U" up his nostrils, this way nothing showed. He had thought that approach, to be a great and successful compromise. Sadly, one day, he had accidentally and unknowingly, blown the retainer out of his nose. He did not notice it sailing out the window of his car propelled by the power of his sneeze, driving to work. It was way too late, by the time he got home, to find a spare retainer. The septum hole had so completely closed, that he could not get the backup retainer in place. He had decided to wait until her life was so structured that she could have a permanent nose ring welded in. She eagerly desired one. She thought nose rings were so erotic, especially on a pony-girl. With her Master and her new found freedom to be Charlotte that time had finally come! She had been fascinated by tongue piercings, as well. While still having to function as a professional engineering male, in mundane society, she had never given in to that urge. Her tongue had never been pierced, to spite her fanaticizes. In her mind, she lusted after something like her nipple stirrups, for her desired tongue piercing. Always a bar-bell would be through the foreword area of her flickering tongue. A tongues colored plastic bar-bell could always be installed when trying blend-in, outside of the lifestyle. A stainless steel bar-bell was worn at all other times. The tongue stirrup was to be added when she was engaged in BDSM or pony play. For a long time now, she had been begging Master to make such a tongue piercing, real for her. In the past Belle had put her foot down about Charles ever getting a tongue piercing. She was no longer upset about Charlotte getting her tongue piercing, now that they were both sister slaves in the Freehold. Such was not yet for Belle. She had no problem with her sister slave Charlotte, getting one now for their Master. Master had finally and with good grace had agreed to letting he have her have these two new piercings, if only to shut her up. The only condition was he insisted on doing these new piercings himself! Charlotte sitting on the floor, messaging Master's feet as was her wont at night. Her Master looked down and had her stop her ministrations to pay attention to him: "Girl, stop!" "Lookup at me!" "We have something to discuss." "Present your self, Now!" She gently kissed each of his feet, one more time, letting them back down on the ground, for she well knew what his words meant. She then scooted back, to sit up straight with her legs folded under her. This position required her knees to be spread out at a 30 degree angle. Her hands were placed palms up, on her thighs. This position gave Master unfettered access to her gaff covered groin area. Master's pleasure, in cases like this, required that she look up, directly into his eyes before speaking her ritual response: "Yes my beloved Master." "How can your slave serve you now, Sir?" He intoned: "My girl, my sweet Charlotte I will be granting your wish at this Saturday night. For at that planned session, the majority of the household will be present. We have also invited other friends as witnesses. You will be the central presentation!" His eager slave girl interjected, as Master paused: "Oh thank you Master" "Thank you so much Sir." "You will get those piercings, you have been begging for. Now isn't that a great gift from you caring Master?" Master's promise, was getting her all fluttery inside. She did so, want this and to get it done before all their friends, by her Master's own hand, oh how exciting that would be. "Master, oh my Kind Wonderful Master." "Your happy slave thanks you from the bottom of her submissive heart." "Thank you Master, mine." Master opened his masculine thighs and looked down at his fly as he instructed her. "Show me how much you appreciate this high honor." "Don't just use words!" Charlotte well knew what he wanted, and meant. She bent forward opening his fly. To help him, doff his pants and silken boxers. "Oh yes Master. "My pleasure, Sir." She thought how careful the extended family had been, to make sure no one, had any form of Sexually Transmitted Disease (STD). She knew, in her Engineers mind, and fully formed slave heart, that within the family they were all totally free, to exchange any bodily fluids within the family. She reached for Master's penis with her manicured soft hands and eased it up and out. Holding it in her grip she could feel it begin to engorge. "Oh my yes, Master Yes!" She licked her lips and bent down to begin the oral service they now both so wanted. Master reached down, to grab behind her head and pull her all the way down, engulfing him. His other hand was alternately tugging on her nipple stirrups and massaging her, burgeoning, new breasts. His ministrations caused her to moan in her womanly delight. She began the worshiping service, her Master deserved, and if truth be told she loved providing. Over the years they had honed, this performance, she knew just exactly what Master loved. She knew just where to grab and poke his underside while kissing, laving, sucking and just generally nursing at his nourishing font. She could have brought her Master off rapidly, but both of them knew that was not correct, not now, not here. Tonight, her ministrations were nearly too much for Master; as she flicked and used her teeth to nibble at top of his penis head. He nearly shot off, right then. He let go of her neck and pulled himself out of her mouth. "Whoa girl! "This is just way too much" "Take it easy." "Or I will come way too soon!" She looked up. Master noticed she was rapidly licking her lips and flicking her tongue in and out. "Do you hear me Girl? Master reprimanded her: "Cool it with those teeth and tongue!" She pulled her flickering tongue back inside her mouth, swallowed and answered her Lord and Master: "Yes Master." "I will be good." "Thank you Master, mine." She had been well trained in how to keep her Master from coming too soon. She bent back down to her welcome task. She began with a gentle blowing to cool him off and keep him going. Kneeling there, worshiping her Master, in this oh so intimate way, thinking about her place, here in this life, as his submissive female slave, she so desired. Was this too much? Her thoughts actually triggered, in her mind, a series of those marvelous internal female orgasms. This wonder had not diminished, if anything they were now enhanced, post castration. Master loved to feel his slave, shaking with her pleasure, just so long as she kept up her assigned duties. He used the grip, on her neck, to keep her continuously working on him. Occasionally he had to swat her for getting too active. This scene turned into a marvelous, slow, penis worship session. Finally the time had come. Master did not want to wait any longer. "Oh yes my slave girl." "I need to cum and cum now!" "Finish me now girl!" She said nothing. Yet she well knew this was the clue to engulf Master's rod. She worked her jaws and pulsed her throat to work him all the way. Her nose was being tickled by his fully functional ball encouraged scrotum hairs. She had been well schooled in how Master wanted to feel her teeth and tongue while she was suckling on his prize. She now was turned loose to use her soft fingers and hands on his sack even up into his prostrate. For her oral actions she increased the lapping of her tongue against his penis-head. She knew this would finish him off quickly. She reached one hand back underneath the root of Master's penis shaft. This was it! She could feel his beginning preliminary pulsating ejaculation motions. Master let out a scream of delight. "Oh yes slave!" "I'm coming now!" "You know how to please me." "Here, this is your reward." "Don't waste a drop!" She thought, with what ever remained of her mental facilities, lost as she was in her own submissive wonderland: 'Waste his seed? No never, not this girl. She loved to taste her Master's milk, always had and always would.' Feeling the first jets of man cream, hitting her throat, she pulled back to make sure she got his seed on her tongue, where she could enjoy the texture, taste and warmth. Through it all, her lips retained locked in a tight seal against his rod to insure not a drop was missed. Come that Saturday night, she was oh so ready to be on display. She was brought in, prepared made-up and escorted by her sister slave Belle. She was presented, before the assembled friends and Family. She was wearing just her gaff and heels. Master attached a spreader bar to her ankles and suspension cuffs to her wrists. He lowered one of the electric hoists and chained her suspension cuffs, with quick disconnects, to the suspension bar. Master then raised her up so that her high heeled toes were barely in contact with the ground. This way she was totally vulnerable and open, to anything anyone wished to do to or with her. She started to fly off into sub-space, her usually modus operandi, as soon as cuffs were locked in place. She hoped ,that tonight, Master would give her one of his well renown four hour flogging, caning wiping sessions. Master loved to hear her cry out counting and thanking him for each stroke. He would never allow her gagging to interfere with his pleasure. Tonight, as she had hoped, she had indeed been honored to receive, that longed for session of bondage, flogging, cropping, caning and whipping. That had left her flying high on endorphins in that wondrous sub-space. While she was still flying, Master wheeled over the OBGY chair and lowered her onto it. She was then, oh so firmly yet gently strapped to the chair. Master and Nurse had unhindered access to her body. This way both could both work on her. Belle could hold her hands. Oh how much Charlotte, always loved, to feel the soft warm hands of her sister slave; Belle. Master was standing there, with his sterilized forceps, as he cajoled her: "Ok my love." "You wanted it." "Now it is time, for that laving tongue of yours to get its ring." "If you still agree stick it for me to immobilize?" With a little trepidation Charlotte lovingly extended her tongue. With a firm hold on her tongue Master lovingly reached forward with the piercing tool. Her tongue was given its new hole about one inch back from the tip. Continually, while healing, she would be wearing a plastic keeper. Taking a pause Master looked down lovingly at his salve as she was plying her new tongue bar-bell across her teeth. He reminded her of the planned next more intensive action. "Charlotte we know it must be a plug, the needle only-hole healed up on you last time." "We know it will hurt, but like all piercings only for a moment." "Are you sure you don't want some lidocain?" She shook her head proudly NO! She wanted to remember, all of this moment, in detail, with all of her senses fully engaged. An elated Master shook his head in wonder at how much his slave was into this scene. His own sub experiences had been years ago and never this intense. So he truly wondered just how much of the upcoming intense sensation she would actually feel and or remember. Master began by using the tool to punch out a 10 gage plug from her septum. She jerked and gasped as the plug came out and her blood started flowing as if from a bad nose bleed. Master was ready for this expected outcome. He immediate applied the freezing probe to cauterizing the wound. Charlotte again cried out unsure of exactly why. Even from sub-space, this last, was by far, the most painful part of the whole evening. The new ring was opened and placed behind a needle. The needle was then inserted through the raw wound. The opened ring side soon followed. Master used the special pierciers pliers to close the ends of the ring. Nurse came forward to clamp metal forceps to each side of the joint. Asbestos like cloth was jammed between the ring and her flesh. Then the pinpoint welding torch was handed to Master. It was Master's strong steady hand that actually melted the flux, and the stainless steel into the joint, permanently re-closing the ring. This was now, for sure, a permanent public piece of bondage jewelry. Charlotte would always, now wear this mark of servitude, for her Master. After all this, Charlotte was in dire need of good through after-care. Belle and Master provided it in spades, by both cuddled and talking her down and back to "reality." After she came down, and was once again competent, she was given some food and water. Since she kept these down, they gave her some strong Tylenol and allowed her to sleep as long as she could. Gene Therapies It had been a full year now since her Orchiectomy and the first round of plastic surgeries. Over that same year, her aggressive hormone therapy had done wonders to smooth her skin, redistribute remaining fat to the right places, stimulate some minor hair-re-growth but most importantly she now sported her own set of B+ cup breasts, all now her own flesh. She had also completed a series of medical procedures that all been targeted on helping her make a more believable woman for the rest of her life. Thanks to Dr. Dryer, she had been a guinea pig for some of his companies the new experimental gene-therapies. In these therapies the lab had taken biopsies from her own flesh. Her Stem-cells were isolated from biopsies. These few stem-cells were chemically encouraged, reproducing in massive quantities, while in the presence of a virus that targeted her Y chromosomes mutating them all to X-Chromosomes. It was too bad this approach could not yet be allied body wide. But, in the controlled environment of special lab's bio-reactors her stem cells could now be converted to female ones. Still, however her own genetic makeup, these would not be rejected by her own body's defenses. Like any woman's all her new Y-chromosomes were X. The double-X stem-cells were then mixed with her own liposuctioned fat cells. The cells were immersed in very high intensity, combined rapid and slow release, female hormones. Then they were induced to multiply in a nutrient rich broth. Finally they were re-injected into her hips, buttocks and oh yes breasts. After these cells were then incorporated into her own system she truly did develop the hips and breast of a big woman. At the first six month checkup, post injection, her breasts had stabilized at a solid C+ cup. Master, Charlotte, even Belle felt these were perfect on her frame. One might say that the only thing out of place was that they did not sag with age. For in-truth they were only a year old. They had not been hanging on her frame, under the unrelenting tug of gravity, for those same 50 plus years that the breasts of a borne GG woman, of her age, would have experienced. For her hair, a similar approach was taken, with slightly different stem- cells, harvested from her own remaining hair follicles. These did not need to be grown with harvested fat-cells. But they still got the Y- Killing virus treatment, as well as, the growth in reactors, loaded with female hormones. The final stage was to have them carefully injected into all the thousands of tiny ultra fine hair follicles still to be found even on her male pattern baldness areas. Seeing how well Charlotte's breasts had rapidly grown under this Gene- therapy, Belle also volunteered to be one of the trail subjects. She had always been small breasted and was now unsure how to handle having her "husband" with bigger breast than hers. As a GG there was no need to infect her stem cells. Dr. Drier's company felt that a lot more money would eventually come from the much larger number of real women who wanted to grow their own breasts bigger and in safety, without surgery. Dr. Drier had no problem enrolling Belle in to the first round of official clinical trails. Belle's B minus breasts quickly swelled to full Cs. Then Belle had to get Dr. Drier's help for immediately stopping any further growth. A full C cup was so much more than she had ever sported and she was, not at all, sure she would ever wanted any thing more. Belle and Charlotte enjoyed comparing and playing with each others oh so responsive new breasts. They were like two girls in a candy store, as they went for each others new developments Final Facial Feminizations Her extreme, medically supervised, weight loss regimen and focused ballet, Belly dancing, yoga and running exercises, had produced amazing results. Even, with the new muscles in her legs along with fatty flesh deposits on her hips and chest she had dropped from 235 pounds down to only 170 pounds. This meant she no longer needed her woman's Tall size 20(and bigger) wardrobe. She was now down to a magnificent, feeling great, tall size 14. She had found such fun shopping for her new wardrobe. When ever possible, Belle went shopping with her. When ever they found matching outfits in their different size they would buy them, giggling all the way home. Charlotte could now buy clothing at any retailer, well any with tall sizes. Her clothes now fit perfectly she had the curves to match her desired gender. She did not need corsets, but still loved wearing them for added effect. Oh yes she owned so much to the support of her wife, and Master's extended clan. Now finally she went under the knife for her facial feminization procedures. She signed-up for nearly all the options: minimize her jaw, add to her cheek bones, cut back the male ridge above her eyes, pin her ears back so they did not protrude so far, and tighten up any sagging skin from all the weight-loss and general living in a body for 63 years. She also opted for voice feminization by tightening her larynx and removing the last vestiges of her Adam's apple. Her Adam's apple had never truly been worrisome, for Charlotte, but it could now be total excised, as part of the larynx tightening. Once again as she went under and when she came out of the anesthesia Belle was holding her hands. Just feeling those hands in hers was so soothing and relaxing to the new, yet older woman, that Charlotte was fast becoming. She was still a 63 year old T-woman, but with the weight loss, plastic surgery and personal physical training she was more than pleased than ever with her new body. Seeing all the changes in her long time spouse and longer time best friend Charles, now Charlotte, Belle was also inspired to once again take up Belly dancing and to run with her sister slave when ever possible. They both shared the dream of being two sister ponygirls in side by side harness, pulling Master or whom ever he designated. Under this regimen Belle's body was also loosing her belly fat and regaining her earlier flexibility and dancer's strength. They were both now in so much better physical shape, than they had known, for more than 20 years. Sewing Session: Her planned, Sexual Reassignment Surgery (SRS) was still a minimum of six months away. Now, she was all healed from the preliminaries, allowing something more life affirming to be introduced. She was now incredibly ready, for some more serious BDSM body modifications. She had been pleading with the Masters about her desires. They had held off. Forcing her to complete the majority of her body sculpting prior to allowing her the change she so much wanted. Tonight's session was to be video taped. Who knows they might even sell it, and it might be a top seller! This was to be one hot, oh so very HOT, dominance and submission scene. Tonight, before the session started, she was given Tylenol-3 (Tylenols with codeine. So that what was to happen would be bearable. She would not embarrass the witnesses. She was pain slut, but none of them, certainly not her, were sure that what was to come could be taken, in the sprit it was intended, without some chemical help. For tonight was the night her remaining male parts were to be sewed up into her groin. The assembly room was full of the extended family members and honored guests. The naked charlotte was escorted, into the operating theater by Bell. Charlotte was only wearing five inch heeled pumps, holding her arched feet up and showing off her new naked form. When she was brought to face her Master she dropped to her knees and then bent down to kiss his feet. "Master your salve is ready" "Please give me what we both want." "Oh please, Sir, do it tonight!" Master smiled at his slave, who had come so far to be in his service. "Yes my girl tonight is the night." "Present your arms!" "To be cuffed, before connecting your arms to the overhead chains" With her heart beating fiercely, in her chest, she presented her now soft smooth womanly arms to her loving, but strict Master. "Oh Sir please let me." "Do make me, make you, proud tonight." Master locked on a set of beautiful silver slave bracelet. He used the quick disconnects to hook them above her head; to the swinging chains. To get her in the right mood, sort of a warm up, she was first flogged to bring her back and hips to a nice rosy glow. This had an additional goal of getting her own natural endorphins, adding to the Tylenol-3. For this session, tonight, she needed help getting up into the OBGYN chair. She was already swooning from her warm up flogging, but more importantly from the anticipation of what was coming. She was not in complete control of her body. Master had to lift her up into the chair and get her positioned against the raised back. In this position, her legs were extended and her feet repositioned to finally rest into the body of the stirrups. Her thighs were laid into the troughs, there to be firmly strapped down. Since tonight was to be so special, an once-in-a- lifetime time occurrence, her torso was elevated, so Charlotte could see each and every step of what was going to happen to her. Her arms were pulled down to the sides of the table, to be inserted through the now expanded stainless steel arm bondage rings. One ring was up at upper- arm, one at the elbow and the third just above her wrists. Master went around behind the chair, to gain access to the wheel that was geared to simultaneously tighten down all the rings. He made sure they were tightened down and locked, in place. Using the added bondage straps, that Charlotte her self had installed to the OBGYN chair, her hips, waist, chest, neck and head were all belted tightly to the chair. These restraints now had her immobile. She would not be allowed to move, no not at all. This insured that Master, would have a stable canvas, her body, on which to perform, his upcoming feat of legerdemain. For tonight's festivities, a separate padded chair had been provided for Belle, to sit directly behind Charlotte. Sitting there Belle could hold onto Charlotte's hands, stroke her upper arms and shoulders. Reassuring Charlotte as Master was sewing her tender flesh. Feeling Belle's presence helped relax Charlotte, who was very contented and highly pleased, to know that her soul mate was with her for her blossoming ordeal. Her private, or in this case, in this setting, not so private, parts were examined. Over the past years her electrolysis had removed all vestiges of hair from her groin. The services of the nurse were once again brought into play. First Lidocain was injected into all the pain centers around her, groin, penis and empty scrotum. These injections were initially painful but very soon the pain started to fade away. Then the area from Charlotte's navel to her anus was thoroughly scrubbed and coated in Betadine. The autoclave was wheeled out and opened to start to cool. Meanwhile Master had surgically scrubbed and then donned new surgical gloves. The video crew came forward, and Charlotte was interviewed to document fully and completely that she was happy and eager for this procedure to begin. They even gave her one last chance to back out with no repercussions. She was not to be moved from her commitment! Once the interview was in the can, no reasonable viewer would ever doubt this was fully consensual. Now the procedure itself could begin. The first step came as a surprise to Charlotte. Not an unwelcome one, for sure. Master reassured her with his words: "Ok my love." "I know we did not discuss this next part, but trust me this is going to be wonderful." "You have put your self in my hands." "Just relax, and let the evening flow." Master brought out, a longer bar-bell, with swiveling rings mounted on each end. With his wondrous evil grin, he held the jewelry up to the head of her soon to disappear penis, to confirm the fit. Charlotte was a-swoon with the thought of how it would feel to have this installed in her clit. Master exclaimed: "My dear, this started out as what is called in the trade, a shaft ampallang device. I had it modified to add the swiviling rings on the caps over the threaded ends of the shaft. You are going to have an ampallang piercing, positioned up out of your uretha, so there will never be any issue with your tinkle." Charlotte had never seen anyone with an ampallang, oh she had seen them and was fascinated wondering just how it would feel. Now, Oh Now, she would know! "Master, oh my Master, what a marvelous thought full surprise!" Then before Master could say anything she broke out into the giggles. Master paused before beginning the actual piercing to chuckle as he intoned: "This is the bloody part that will be bloody." "Believe me dear this is important, here we go!" Charlotte was as not at all sure how this would go with the rest of the evening but she laid back and relaxed knowing she could trust her Master, in this as in all things. Master presented a pierciers tool that Charlotte had never heard about let alone even seen when surfing the net. She heard Master explaining to all, that this tool was very special. He had worked with Richard, in his professional role as the Tattoo and Piercing consultant, for the Freehold, to find just this right tool. He paused, holding up the tool and nodding to Richard. Richard stood to take a bow, as the room burst into applause. Charlotte's engineer's mind was trying to see just how all of the components would inter-react. Master took the base cylinder that cupped the underside of her penis. He positioned the Pennington Forceps extension arms up to approximately where he wanted the horizontal through the head piercing to be placed. There were Velcro straps to firmly hold the tool up to the underside of penal shaft. Master then used the fine adjusting screws to perfect the placement of the Pennington heads. He then brought out the Allen wrench. With it he began to pull the sides up tight against her flesh. She watched her flesh being squeezed. The pain meds had deadened everything down there. She was free to dispassionately follow the process. When everything was locked in place, he stood back. The nurse handed him the piercing needle. Master then told Charlotte: "Take a Deep breath!" Which she did. With a mighty shove he pushed the needle all the way through the head and stood back with it vibrating in place. Nurse then presented the ampallang bar, with a swivel ring on just one end. The other end had been liberally coated with lubricating antiseptic cream. Master mated the threaded end of the bar to the blunt end of the needle. He finished by using the bar to push the needle all the way through. Master wiped off and cleaned with alcohol the free end of the bar. Turning to Nurse: "Do you have the epoxy ready?" "Yes Sir it is ready": she responded. "Then fill the female threaded tube, in the other swivel ball and pass it over." Nurse complied, and with a big grin handed him the final part that would permanently impale Charlotte. Master threaded the ball to the gleaming clean male threads on the free end of the ampallang bar. This forced the epoxy resin out, as the threads were tightened. The excess epoxy was then wiped off. They all knew that the non-excess epoxy was now welding the threads into one solid rod. Master was so pleased to see the result. He could see his slave, with her eyes staring enthralled at what had been done to her. The Allen wrench loosened up the side pressure. This allowed her own flesh to spring back pinioning her flesh against the inner edges of the ringed balls. The Velcro was lessened, the tool removed, to be given back to Richard, with Master's thanks. Charlotte could see two freely swing rings on each side of her penal head. She had to wonder how this would feel once the pain meds had worn off. The actual sewing was now free to begin. Nurse, assisting Master, performed a surgical skin peal to cut the surface layers of skin. When finished, Charlotte's scrotum had two bloody stripes along each side, approximately 1/3 of the way in. After her scrotum flesh was sewn into its final configuration, the bloody surfaces would grow together. Once fully healed it would be one solid flexible tunnel of soft silken hairless flesh. The nurse started handing to Master the first of a series of autoclaved surgical forceps. Lifting up this first of these, Master chortled with his evil laugh as he informed Charlotte: "Ok my Girl we have done this sort of things many time in the past." "Only now, instead of cloths pins, we will be using forceps." "Won't that be fun?" What could the good slave girl do but say: "Yes Master" Master used the forceps to establish a rough structure of pined scrotum flesh forming a "vagina" like cylinder. They carefully adjusted her flesh to insure that the bloody stripe from one side was smashed up against the bloody stripe from the other. Thus was formed the flesh tube that would cover, and permanently hide, her little flaccid impaled penis. Charlotte continued to stare in wonderment at what was happening to her. She was feeling no pain. Not all of that was attributed to the pain meds. Belle never did understand what Master and Charlotte found so appealing in the cloths-pin play of theirs. Belle couldn't help but cringed as each of forceps was applied to her slave sister. Once they were all satisfied, Master stepped back to let the video crew get a good series of shots showing off how the forceps formed the fleshy tube. Charlotte looked down in wonder; she could feel the weight of the forceps as they were pulled down under the force of gravity. Yet still NO Pain! As nurse handed Master the first of the threaded curved surgical sewing needles. He grinned that evil child-like amazing grin of his. As he let Charlotte see the glisten point of the needle he uttered the fateful words: "Here we go." "Prepare yourself." "I know this is new for you." Master chortled with those words. "Actually it is also new for me." "We will learn and grow together, tonight." As Master reached the first forceps, it was removed for him by the nurse. Charlotte felt a tingling like she had come to know and love from their clothespin BDSM sessions. During which those hundreds of pins had been first slowly pinched to her flesh only to be removed later. It was the removal that truly hurt. Charlotte never even squealed from a clothespin going on. Boy did she yelp as they were removed. In those sessions, Master always reminder her that she of course could use her safe-word. But if she did, then as a good Master, he would have to stop any action that caused the salve pain. The true painful action came from the continual removal of the clothespins. The use of the safe-word would mean the slave would now have to remove her own remaining clothespins, causing her own agony. It was a point of pride for Charlotte, that she had never used her safe word. No matter how much the clothespin removal hurt. And it did hurt amazingly. She always wanted Master to lovingly and sadistically remove them; not her. That was a big part of the game. Now Master, started in with the actual sewing. They were using slowly dissolving surgical thread. Perhaps it could have been done with surgical glue but video taping of this sewing procedure was just so much more exciting. Master began, at the highest point of her new tube where it just began to form up from the tummy flesh. The first anchoring stitches were made into her belly skin above the beginning of the tube. Charlotte couldn't help but cry out and try to flinch, more form expectations than actual pain. For her, she found that no significant flinching movement was possible, not with her current bondage. She gritted her teeth and gave out a moan of expectation. But in truth with the Endorphins, Lidocain and Tylenols she was not feeling any significant pain. But she did feel the pulling from the stitching and the tightness of the surgical clamps. Her slave-mind was awash with the whole gestalt of what was happing to her tonight. Bell knew to hold on tighter at this point. Making sure she was whispering in the other slave's ear, just how proud they all were, of her enduring this, so enthusiastically Following nurses advice, Master made sure that stitched twice as many small fine stitches as would normally be needed. They all wanted to be real sure this would stay intact and never ever tear out, on the poor girl. Each time the needle pierced her flesh Master could feel her gulping a breath and letting it out with an audible moan as the suture was pulled tight and knotted. With all the endorphins and chemical cocktail coursing through out her body, she felt each needle as it pierced her skin, but no more, and actually a lot less intense than the play piercing sessions they had practiced. The most pain was the well known feeling of the blood rushing into her flesh as each of the forceps was removed, from its hard clamp. She felt this most amazing tingling, as each stitch was brought up tight next to the previous one. Following the lead of Belle, all her other minders started stroking her soft hormone enhanced flesh and encouraging her to relax and keep breathing. She was fascinated to see and feel what Master was doing. Her Engineer's mind was enjoying witnessing this operation. She was floating high out of her body, dissociated from the immediacy of its being her on the receiving end. She could just enjoy seeing it done to someone. It was so erotic! Between stitches she could be heard incoherently mumbling, things like: "Thank you Master." "Oh thank you Sir." "Please can I have another?" With each utterance from his slave, Master would respond with something appropriate: "One more coming up my good girl" "Brace yourself." "Hang in there" "Having fun aren't we?" Then the needle would go in, for yet one more stitch. Each stitch would leave a new hole, with its small upwelling of fresh slave blood. Charlotte's mind was free-associating. Once Master was done she would be able to wear the tightest, pants, swimsuits or panties and there would be absolutely no tell-tail bulge down there not any more! Just, a woman's flat groin. How wonderful that would be! The thoughts of what she was getting, and what it would mean, made her swoon. Master kept right on sewing. There was some bleeding but these stitches were not that deep and any true bleeders were quickly cauterized with cold. Other assistants keep the working surface wiped free of blood, so that Master always had fresh skin to view and sew. Forceps by forceps stitch by stitch, the flesh tube was ultimately fully formed. By this time, no one but the video crew had any idea of how much time had gone bye. Now that final tube stitch was in-place and the new vagina formed. Master again stepped back to let the video crew come in for some long prurient scans. Master had to reassure himself that his salve was still with him, and still happy. "Charlotte, my love you took that amazingly well." "Our new vagina is amazing." "Thank you for the high honor you have given me tonight." "Are you Ok? My love!" It took the swooning slave a few moments to come up out of the sub-space, in which she had been swimming. She was eventually able to reassure her Master: "Oh my Master." "Thank you." "Thank you, so very much." "I love you; I love it all so very much!" At this point Master was pulling her clit into and out of the tube. The new rings were convenient for this maneuvering of the "penis" for ever more to be her clit. It now moved freely and cleanly in its new home. Belle moved in and motioned to Master for permission to manipulate Charlotte's ringed clit for a while. She enjoyed hearing Charlotte's moans and groans as the oh so tender flesh was manipulated by those two new rings, in and out, in and out poked the penis\clit. Finally the clit was pulled fully out of the sleeve, and held at extreme tension. At that point Master nodded a prearrange signal and Belle was the one to say: "That is the last time this will be out in the open, salve-sister mine." "Say good by to your old friend my dear, it is now going away forever" With those words Belle pushed the soon to be forgotten penis all the way back inside its sleeve. She nodded to Master and completed her prearranged verbal portion of the ritual "She is all yours now Master finish her up." As she stepped back, Belle was heard throughout the room, chortling with her evil sadistic laugh. She returned to her supportive position behind Charlotte, holding and stroking the other slave's flesh. But this was not the end. Oh no! Master give Charlotte a warning that the most painful portion was yet to be: "Prepare yourself my love." "We are almost done." "These next stitches, while painful, will make you are to be as much like a woman, as any pre-op could possibly be." "Are you ready, now, to finish this love?" Charlotte took a deep breath and summoned up all the courage she possessed to say: "Oh yes, my loving Master" "Please Sir finish me" "Oh yes lets finish this now!" Now master bent with a will as he used a set of stitches to firmly anchor the rear side her clit to the flesh above her anus. There were many more nerves in these tender fleshy areas. They had not been pre-sensitized. But it was not agony more a dull ache. The ache was reminiscent of her wonderful experiences being hooked and belled at the dance of souls, with all the energy form the drumming and dancing. As a final sewing touch, and to make sure she would now and forever more, pee like a lady. The head of the clit was stitched at a forward angle to the front end of the flesh tube center seam. For hygiene's sake she must begin using a douche. She would be able to, and in fact have to, squirt feminine cleansing solution up and around her remaining hidden penal flesh. The douching was to keep from stinking, down there, and getting infections. She would need to perform this frequent requirement of femininity from now on out. Belle chortled again into Charlotte's ears: "You are now one of us my sister." "Welcome, to your new woman hood!" "I do hope it is and will be all you expected and want." Master again stood back, let the video crew in, and addressed the room and the microphones: "There we did it!" "She now has a faux-vagina, given to her by me! Her Master." He took a bow to the applause of the witnesses. Master, Charlotte, Belle and everyone else, could see that the two new clit rings swinging free down there. All Charlotte could think was: oh boy would that add to future fun games! Literally every one came up for a closer look. They were oohing and awing and praising Master's sewing job, and of course Charlotte for taking it so well. Charlotte was mumbling comments not necessarily in response to anyone's words, like: "We did it!" "Oh thank you Master!" "I love this!" "Oh my yes!" "So wondrous!" "So exciting!" "A new me." Master had everyone back away to leave Charlotte alone under the bright lights so that the video crew could come in for a final series of shots. The crew began panning all up, down and under to get nice long uninterrupted series of scans of the new woman's "vagina". When they came back up to her face she was glowing radiantly. She may not have had to experience the full amount of pain, what with the chemical aids and all. What she did, feel, see, smell and internally contemplate had her flying higher than she could remember ever having flow before. She was just so pleased, with this new modification. Eventually she wanted the full SRS, but for now, this would be the next best thing. When videotaping was completed, the nurse came forward to tape a surgical pad in-place just to blot the residual small amount of leaking fluids. Charlotte was un-belted from the chair and helped to sit up. As she was sitting up she came up a bit too fast, and a bit too far forward. For the first time she was putting weight on her new stitches. "Ouch that hurt," she exclaimed. The Lidocain was starting to wear off. She found that sitting a little further back was just fine. She was helped down and given her sexy blood red negligee. She was then escorted between the loving arms of both Master and Bell who were going to put her to bed, for a well deserved rest. Exiting the room Charlotte heard every one clapping and cheering her on. Those cheers certainly made the new woman feel great. She was quit wobbly needing assistance walking, yet she tried to stand up fully erect and curtsey to them all. For that curtsey to work at all, having Master holding unto her arm, steadying her, was very much now required. After recovering from the curtsey, she bent over and kissed her Master and whispered into this ear one more time, "Thank you my Master I'm yours. Please oh please use me in any way you desire." Master hugged her, stroked her back and told her: "Yes my love I know. You were amazing you made me proud. Once you are rested and recovered, be sure I will be using you a lot more. You look so much more like the woman we both wanted. And love, thank you for giving me the honor of doing this, for you." She swooned into his arms, on those words, to know she had pleased her Master so well. Master now truly needed the assistance of Belle to get the limp Charlotte, off to bed. (To be Continued in future installments of the Charlotte Saga)