Coffee, Tea, Or Me? Chapter 9 - Part 2 free porn video

The flight over to Sweden was very long, but also very fun. We had a direct flight to Stockholm, and the first-class cabin was nearly empty, so we were free to indulge in more naughty behavior than usual between flight crew trips through the cabin. A large fluffy blanket made it fairly easy for us to take turns orally pleasuring each other periodically during the flight. Between the sexcapades of the previous week, a couple 8-hour sessions with the fucking machine we had ordered from Paris, and our efforts to try every possible thing we could think of to try, we were starting to run out of Ideas, so it was a rush and a bit of a change of pace doing something so intimate in public where we might get caught. We were careful and very quiet, and the cabin crew mostly ignored us between meals and drink service. We did almost get caught once with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar, my fingers up to the palm inside of Claire, my thumb resting on her clit under the blanket while the Swedish flight attendant handed us both champagnes. I'm pretty sure she thought we were insane when we burst into laughter a few minutes later. Given where we were headed and why, maybe she was right. It is a very strange feeling knowing, with an absolute degree of certainty that you are going to lose your testicles, willingly and voluntarily, in a matter of days. Claire told me later she felt the same about her own fate fast approaching. The mix of excitement and trepidation continued to build on the high of us being newlyweds, and heightened the feelings of sensuality in everything that we did. Soon enough we arrived in Stockholm, where we planned to spend a few days looking around at the famous sights before we made our way over to Estonia on the Ferry. We fell a little bit in love with the country, and I could tell we would visit again someday as we visited and gawked like the tourists we were, but we were both distracted. Every possible moment we were able, we both spent together locked in sexual congress. Each moment seemed precious, fleeting, and we knew we were going to have far less than the normal lifetime to enjoy those sensations together, so we wanted to make them all count. I could tell Claire was conflicted about her own part to play, but I reassured her I would love her just the same and be fine with whatever she decided on in the moment. Fine was probably a bit of an exaggeration, if I was honest with myself, but I was willing to accept that was part of how Claire was wired, and make my peace with that because I literally love her more than life itself. The few days in Sweden flew by, and we were arriving at the ferry dock in Estonia before we knew it. A limo was waiting for us, with a driver holding a sign reading "Mrs. & Mrs. Deveraux". Claire grinned at the memory of me telling her that I really did want to take her name. We linked arms, and boarded the Limo, the driver loading our luggage, and we drove off to our fate. After a short drive, we arrived at what appeared to be a sunny and well- lit day spa resort. It was nestled in a forest setting, with a pool and all sorts of amenities. The buildings were clean and new, and everywhere we looked we could see uniformed nursing staff making their rounds. The parking lot was filled with super cars of all sorts. Business looked to be very good at The Old Operaty. We arrived in early afternoon. we were scheduled for our pre procedure consultation later that evening, with our scene and procedure scheduled for the next morning. The driver promised to deliver our bags to our room, and we made our way to the check in desk. Everywhere we looked, there were pictures of successful procedures on the way, and people in various stages of their own processes lounging in the lobby and hotel congregation areas as we walked the grounds. We saw a husband-and-wife couple, the happy husband clearly thrilled by his new mammoth breast implants very visible beneath his smart business suit. We saw 6 or 7 people sitting around with large bandages on their waist fronts, several with their ears covered as well. There were people with massive brand-new Tattoos covering their faces and necks, people with surgically altered ears, and even a group of harnessed girls in what appeared to be pony costumes, very suspicious bandages covering their shoulders where their arms should have been. It was all very eye opening. The receptionist proved to be a young lady sporting cat ears and implanted whiskers and catlike teeth to go with her extensive feline tattooing. her nails were done like polished black cat claws, and she was wearing what looked to be contacts that gave her diamond slit eyes like a feline as well. It was all very convincing, down to the tail poking out from behind her chair. She quickly checked us in, and confirmed that the package we had sent had arrived intact. We checked into our rooms, which we nice and well finished, though with an odd number of hospital style medical fittings embedded in the walls as well. Claire and I sat on the edge of the bed, holding hands. We had about 20 minutes to kill before our consultation, and we were both nervous. Claire leaned over to me, and kissed me softly on the cheek before resting her head on my shoulder. I rested mine on her head in turn. She sighed. "It seems like so long ago now that you were just nerdy Elliot the new guy in town, and I was boring old Claire the Coffee pusher. It's hard to believe how far we have come. How much we.. You... have done to further my fantasy and your own. I never believed we would reach this stage, but I wouldn't trade a minute of my time with you for anything in the world." I shushed her, and informed her with a kiss that she was never boring. She giggled, but continued "You know what I mean, back when we were just normal, everyday people. You know, I almost tossed you out of the shop that first day I saw you in there. I had a delivery driver refuse to drop off a shipment because he couldn't get by your moving trucks, and we got charged for the trip anyways. I was so mad. But I'm glad I didn't. None of what has been best and most special in my life would have happened without you in it." I hugged her close again. "You know, I was smitten the first time I ever saw you. I'm afraid if you had tossed me out, I would have just become your stalker or something. I could barely talk coherently to you the first time we met." I added. Claire grinned and said "yeah, I kind of noticed hehe. It was cute!" We sat in silence for a few more minutes. Finally, Claire spoke again. "Are you really ok, really really sure that you are ok with what’s going to happen to you and me tomorrow? All of it? Even my final "meal" request?" she asked. I shivered a bit, and looked down. it took a minute but I looked up again, and looked her deep in the eyes, and said "Yes, even that. I told you once before that making your fantasy a reality and making your happiness greater is worth anything. Besides, I'm starting to enjoy the taste..." I licked my lips in an exaggerated manner and leered at her. She giggled; the moment of tension broken. Finally, it was time for our consultation. We made our way to a large glass walled office. We recognized Doctor Klause Xavier (aka X.) and Nurse Betty Xavier from the Paris expo booth all those months before. They waved us inside, and Nurse Betty gave us both a big hug. They both looked about the same, with Betty's thumb modifications still the only outward sign of alteration. We soon got down to business. Doctor Xavier started things off. "Welcome, welcome! It's so good to see you both! How are you liking my little clinic?" he asked, waving an expressive arm around the surroundings. Claire and I both stated we liked them very much indeed. He continued. "Marvelous! So, let’s see, you are all paid up for the full session, we have all the paperwork and the labs we need, so let’s get down to details!" he glanced down at the outline of our scene request. "Ah, aha, I see. So, Elizabeth, you will be up first, and you wish Claire to assist with the procedure?" I nodded. He continued, "Not a problem, I'll have Nurse Betty brief her on any needs or special skills tomorrow before we begin. Ah! and I see we have arranged for a special guest star. You will like Oleg I'm sure." He continued reading. He stopped, paused, then looked over at Claire, his eyes wide. "Oh my, I do say, that IS a new one around here. An Honest to goodness indefinite wear female chastity device. Fascinating!" Nurse betty squirmed a bit. Doctor Xavier continued. "So, are you going to be up for that Elizabeth? you are going to endure a fair amount of trauma immediately before hand." I nodded. "I've prepared written instructions with diagrams if I am unable to continue, but it is my intent to be there, at the end." I smiled at Claire as I finished. She squeezed my hand. The Doctor nodded, and made a note. He continued again. "So, have you decided on what you would like as the end results for your procedure yet, Miss? After the castration is complete, we can simply remove the Scrotum, or everything there if you like really. Or we can turn the scrotum into a little mini vagina, with no real depth, but right below the penis. We also do have the option of installing fully female plumbing there. We recently gained access to a supply chain of Bressler Retrogenics cellular structure cloning and printing tanks, so we can create a nearly fully featured, full sensation version of the real thing. Sterile sadly, but very popular with the few who have tried them." He finished. we had discussed the possibility before, but here was the decision point. I smiled, turned to Claire, and said "I would like to let my beautiful wife decide for me, and keep it a surprise for when I wake up." Claire very nearly fell off of her chair with her own surprise. I hugged her close and steadied her. I whispered in her ear "besides, you'll be the one using it the most, so I'd like you to pick". She nodded. The doctor nodded. Nurse betty nodded. I nodded again just to confuse people. I was lucky there were no pillows in the room, so none were thrown at me. The doctor looked once more at the bottom of the sheet "Ah, yes, and the other procedure for Claire you enquired about, it looks like that is indeed feasible." He continued once more. Claire looked up at me, puzzled. I grinned. "Claire doesn't know about that procedure yet, and I would like to keep it a surprise for tomorrow. She can approve or decline it then if that’s ok?" I asked. Claire shivered and said hesitantly "Oh... Ok? That’s fine with me I guess. Also, I have a couple questions to ask about the options you outlined for Elizabeth. Honey, would you mind waiting in the hotel room while we finish the details?" Claire finished, looking up at me. I nodded, hugged her, then stood up to leave and shook the Doctor and Nurse Betty's hands. "I'll leave you all to it, see you in the morning!" I replied, as I headed back to the room. Claire arrived about half an hour behind me, looking flush with the telling signs of arousal. I lay on the bed, barely clothed in a silk robe with lacey stockings and a rose clamped in my teeth. It is very difficult by the way to hold a rose in one’s teeth for longer than about 10 minutes by the way. Claire jumped into bed, and practically tore my robe open, eagerly suckling my nipples as she began to strip of her own clothes. She soon was naked as well, and lowered her mostly unadorned pussy, naked except for the permanently installed grommet rings and the surface piercings, onto my aching phallus. Tonight, was going to be our last night together in this way, whatever else happened. After tomorrow everything was going to be different. For good. As she worked on my hard erection, I thought back on all that had transpired. Laser shorn, hormone filled, implanted and surguried, pierced, tattooed on my body and face, and married to the most wonderful person in the entire world. I thought myself the luckiest girl in all of creation at that moment as I looked deep into Claire’s green, sparkling eyes perched above the red sea of her endless smile. She rode my cock slowly and passionately all night long, pausing to cuddle and kiss and suckle as the mood took us both. I came inside her multiple times, and we periodically switched to a 69 position so that I could eat her out, the taste of my own semen on my lips, possibly for the last time. We were slow, deliberate and gentle in our lovemaking, continuing with the urgent need that drove us to try and capture every second, every experience. Finally, after a blissful eternity, we started to drift off to sleep. Claire set the alarm early, as she was going to need to prepare and get ready with some training for her part in my castration procedure. We promised each other one last moment of glory in the morning before we parted to our separate fates. Then we fell into a deep sleep, somewhat exhausted. The next morning arrived sooner than I would have liked. It was still very dark outside. Claire slowly moved down to place her face on my morning wood hard member, and took me into her mouth, possibly for the last time ever. She took her time, and it was the most memorable, and erotic oral sex of my entire life. I was still hard after I came into her mouth, and we shared a passionate kiss once more. I than gave my tongue a workout and licked her to an incredible series of orgasms herself. It was simple, sweet sex at its finest. And we knew it was the last time. Finally, Claire and I merged one last time as I inserted the hardest erection I would ever have into her quivering and pulsing vagina with finality. I knew I wouldn't be the last person to cum inside of her, that was reserved for more of a man then me. The thought made me a tiny bit sad, but I knew it was part of Claire’s fantasy so I would endure. We only had minutes to finish our tryst, and then all too soon it was time to shower and get dressed. No breakfast for us that morning, we were going to be operated on. It was time for Claire to leave. She dressed in a simple workout outfit, and took her makeup kit and accessory bag with her. I knew they would have a costume for her as part of the scene. My own was in a bag behind the shelf. I had an hour or so to kill before I had to start getting ready, so I decided to inspect the package we had shipped over. Everything looked to be in order. I picked up one gleaming piece and admired the green chased etchings and engravings in the surface, filled with fire baked enamel that would last as long as the piece would. I set it back down, and placed the contents on the cart that would be going with us to the operating theater. Emphasis on theater. I started to get dressed. Crotchless and backless black leather panties housed a truly massive anal plug that I had a bit of difficulty accommodating. A set of hose and garters in green, to match Claire's eyes adorned my legs. A pair of moderately high heels on my feet, my cute purple tipped toes poking out the front window beneath my stockings. Above that a silky green half dress that ended in green and silver leather harness that cradled, but did nothing to conceal my massive tits. A pair of nipple spreaders were fitted under my pierced nipple rings, pushing them forward and out prominently. The feeling was a little painful, but very arousing. I made a note to get some of those for us for later. A set of large silver shackles on my calves, thighs and arms, large D-rings promising restraint, adorned my limbs. A matching silver collar around my neck completed the restraining hardware for my current outfit. I looked down, and pondered the last pieces of accessories. I ran ear chains to my cheek piercings, placed various hair clips all set with green in my hair, then slowly secured the giant penis ball gag into my mouth and down my throat. It was a near thing, but I made it down. I then turned to my makeup, adding to and accenting my existing tattoos with green and red to match Claire's hair. I wanted to look like Claire’s captured prisoner, ready for interrogation. I think I got the look down pretty well. All too soon there was a soft knock on the door. Nurse Betty came in, her thumbless hands fumbling at the door knob just a little. She looked me over with a squeal, hugged me and said "You look great! I'm sure this will be a special thrill for Claire!" She stepped away and noticed the cart. She gulped. "is... Is that it? Can I see it?" Nurse betty asked, her eyes locked to the tray. I figured she might not get a good look later, so I pulled back the velvet cover sheet and gave her the tour of Claire’s soon to be permanent chastity device. Nurse Betty was decidedly having a bit of trouble walking to the operating theater as we made our way thereafter. I wondered if I would be seeing a product catalog request from her or Klause in the near future. We made it to our destination. A large wooden frame, sleek and black with mirror finished lacquer and multiple leather restraints dominated one half of the room. The other half was filled by a restraint equipped bed. I could see another bed back behind a curtain dividing the room from what looked to be a very modern and well-equipped operating theater. Nurse betty, now joined by the receptionist cat lady, had me kneel by the X frame, using a chain to my neck shackle to anchor me in a kneeling position. As they finished, they both stripped off their tops, letting me see their large pierced breasts perched on breast shelf bras. The Cat lady had hello kitty icons tattooed around her nipples, and she nodded at my heart tattoos approvingly with a purr. They placed tiny old school nurses’ hats on their heads. My cock was definitely getting a bit turned on by the sight. They wheeled a tray over next to me, and pulled back the cover. I could see an array of instruments of castration, from syringes to elastrators rigged with rings, to Burzido clamps, and even scalpels and sutures. I shivered, trembling with a mix of excitement and a bit of fear. Anyone who tells you they aren't a little afraid when someone is about to remove their reproductive organs is lying to you. They both donned gloves, and started rubbing a numbing cream onto the sides of my scrotum. Nurse Betty said "This part takes a little while to work to get your skin a bit numb down there." I certainly appreciated the application even more then. After what seemed like an eternity, Claire walked into the room, followed by Doctor Xavier. Claire was dressed in a severe black dominatrix outfit, perched on heels that must have been tall enough to reach the moon, makeup black and strict looking, her hair straightened to long straight lengths in place of her usual slight curls and waves. Her strict sleek pants were bare in front and at the rear, allowing her nether bits to hang out for all to see just like mine. Her eyes lit up with desire when she saw me trussed up on the frame, but she stayed in character and remained silent. Another figure entered the room from behind me. I could barely sense a looming male presence towering over my kneeling form. Claire spoke for the first time. "This slave has been bad, and she needs to be punished. Oleg, would you please fuck her face until she swallows your cum, and then fuck her ass until you cum once more for me? Oleg stepped forward into the light, and Claire kissed him full on the lips, her tongue darting into his mouth, her hand stroking his monster 12-inch cock idly as it started to rise. I could see she was watching me though out of the corner of her eye. Nurse betty removed the cock gag from deep down my throat. Oleg was a giant hairy beast of a man, with a mustache and a heavy Russian accent. He was muscled and ripped, and very much naked aside from some sort of stylized harness. Claire looked tiny next to him even with her super tall heels. Oleg broke the kiss, then said "Da, is good looking slave, is no problem. Is good for last." Oleg then moved to stand in front of me. It was my turn to put on a show for Claire. I could tell that Oleg was a fine specimen of a man, but he still didn't really do much for me. I was so turned on by the train of inevitable events unfolding that it didn't really matter though. I pictured Claire’s Strap on, or Patricia in my mind as I started to blow his hairy monster cock. He smelled of cologne and sweat, and I hesitantly kissed the tip as he moved forward and started to cradle my head with his hands. My mind was drawn idly to the camera gear I now noticed was filming the whole event, a souvenir for us for later. Oleg started to move my head in and out, rocking his hips slowly in and out. His penis felt different than any I had encountered before, much harder than I remember even my own. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Claire was drawing her teeth over her lower lip again, a sign that she was well and truly aroused. I saw her idly finger her own clit. I figured there was nothing for it, so I increased my level of effort. I applied every trick and secret I had learned from my sexual odyssey up until now, and set a mental goal to show Claire that I had learned from the best, and could now show the master what the student had achieved. I ran my tongue stud liberally over the underside of Oleg's thrusting member, using just enough teeth to occasionally scrape by some skin lightly. I sucked, I blew, I altered my pace, I swirled my tongue around in all sorts of interesting patterns. Oleg’s breathing was getting heavier, and the scent of musk from his skin was getting more and more prevalent in the air. He started talking in Russian, which sounded like sexy nothings that one might say before one was about to Cum. I felt a hot jet of semen erupt from his rod as I buried it down my throat. I nearly choked on the volume. My own cock had achieved rock hard status by now, but no one moved to do anything to it. I swallowed as best I could. It tasted salty and briny, much different than my own. I could see Claire start to move towards me to share a kiss and try and clean up, but she stopped herself, standing still and shivering with excitement. Instead, she said "Very good! Now, strap the slave to the punishment tower, and fuck away the last vestiges of his maleness!" Claire trembled a bit as she spoke, clearly turned on, but unsure of how I would react. Nurse Betty and the unnamed cat girl unclipped my neck chain, and then secured me to the frame. Nurse betty extracted my extra-large anal plug with an audible as it exited my ass. It was definitely stretched back there, but I had immediate concerns that it wasn't stretched enough. Claire stood off to the side in front of me, where she could get a good view. She picked up the Burzido clamp and started to idly finger it. Oleg, a quick recovered moved behind me, his newly hardening erection once more forming and starting to press against my rear love canal. I stood there, unable to do anything else, the taste of sperm still permeating my mouth, as this monster invader slowly entered my willing behind. I pictured again Claire or Patricia performing the act instead. Oleg leaned in and whispered in my ear "Is Good, Da? I show you Russian space program now, you see stars girl!" and with that, he started to fuck me. His cock entered slowly, but steadily. There was no urgency yet, but no mercy either as his giant member drove deeper into my anus, past my clenching and spasming muscles, and over my prostate. He wasn't kidding, I literally saw stars as he moved in and out, his pace only pausing to apply more lubricant. Soon I was getting the most intense ass fucking by a human penis of my life. Soon I felt Oleg shudder as a massive jet of cum erupted like a volcano. The pressure wave hit my own prostate, and I followed, my own tiny puddle of cum shooting straight down to the floor. It was the last time I would ever cum with intact male genitalia. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks. The anal plug was pushed back inside me, trapping Oleg's seed up inside. Oleg moved off to the side, where the cat girl dropped to her knees and started to clean his member like a cat would. Claire, entranced by the display, missed her lines, and Nurse Betty prompted. "What next, Mistress Claire?" Claire shook herself out of her reverie, and continued, the flush of excitement still on her face. "Oh, uh, yeah. What a bad slave, cumming without permission! She must be punished. By Castration!" It was a cheesy line, but Claire nearly swooned as she delivered it. I smiled up at her, cum still on my chin and breasts. She moved towards the tray, and picked up a syringe of milky liquid. She held it up for me to see. "This will kill your testicles, and fill them with a solidifying agent. Once this goes in, there is no turning back whatever happens." She smiled and continued. "You will be my Eunuch lover forever. Is this what you desire?" she asked, her lips trembling. I dutifully replied "Yes Mistress, please castrate me". Claire shivered. Nurse Betty helped guide the syringe down towards my slightly numbed scrotum. I felt the needle enter my left testicle, it burned like a bee sting for a second, then faded. Claire pressed the plunger and I felt the liquid flowing into me. I trembled. Claire picked up a second syringe as she set the now empty first one aside, and then with Nurse Betty's guidance she stabbed it home as well. She looked deeply into my eyes for a moment, then broke character to kiss me deeply and passionately as she pressed the second plunger down. I felt the last drops of fluid enter me, and I knew my right testicle was also now dead, even if it didn't know it yet. I trembled again. Claire backed away, and picked up the burzido clamp again. She spoke softly "Sometimes, the injections don't do the job all the way, so we are also going to crush your testicular cords with this device." She closed and opened the jaws to show me how the wide flat plier ends would clamp tightly down. I shivered, then nodded. My arms were starting to get tired from hanging from the frame. Claire positioned the jaws on the left testicle, and then closed them tightly. I heard a crunch, and then I felt as if a horse had kicked me in the crotch. I may have screamed and passed out a little. The procedure was repeated on the other side, and soon I had two angry red lines along my scrotum. Tears of pain welled in my eyes, and Claire was starting to become very worried for me, but I shook it off and put on my best and brightest smile for her, and said "but what if that doesn't work either, Mistress?" Claire’s eyes widened, then nodded. Doctor Xavier then stepped in with a scalpel, and slowly cut two slits in my now mercifully numbed scrotum. He pulled each ball out, then clamped onto the cord with some sort of tool with a notch in it. He held a tray under my scrotum. He then handed Claire a pair of surgical scissors, and invited her to cut through the cords at the indicated point. I heard a plop as one, then the other testicle dropped into the water. Claire’s hands were shaking with excitement as she laid the scissors down next to the unused elastrator tool. "I did it! I can't believe I did it, I castrated my wife!" she whispered to herself over and over. I beamed my best smile at her as the doctor stitched up my cords and scrotum. It was a quick job; a more detailed process would happen later when whatever Claire had picked would happen to me while I slept under anesthetic. I was strangely ok with that. We certainly didn’t need to do quite that thorough a job if cutting was the end game, but it gave Claire a thrill. She eventually got a small jar of two round orbs anonymously in the mail, she has them by her bed to this day. Claire now headed for her own destiny. She moved over to the hospital bed, and beckoned to Oleg to come over. She said "Oleg, I've just castrated my lover. Will you come here and fuck my warm inviting pussy in front of her now?" She looked at me and winked. That was all the encouragement Oleg needed, as he moved away from the cat girl and straddled my wife. I would have given anything to have traded places with him. I strained against the bonds that were too secure for me to break as I watched my lovely Claire fucked slowly and tenderly by the man who had just fucked me up the ass before I was castrated. I watched as he brought her to multiple screaming orgasms in a way that neither I, nor anyone else ever would again in a few minutes. Swirling emotions warred inside of me. Lust at the scene before me, and how happy Claire looked. Shame and jealousy that it wasn't me that was causing her to look that way. But all of it was tempered with knowing that this was what Claire wanted for her fantasy. Her last fantasy before being locked away forever. She was giving up far more than me today, so I could and would endure this with a happy smile on my face. Oleg thrust in her pussy over and over, Claire getting more vocal each time before finally she screamed "Holy Fucking Christ!" and came harder than I have ever seen, her back arched away from the bed, her body literally shaking for what seemed like minutes. Nurse Betty and her assistant untied me. I thought about taking a swing at Oleg, but I figured that would just get me knocked out and make Clare sad. I found that I was able to walk, though gingerly. I walked over to where Claire was on the bed, Oleg stepping back to the side of the room. I nodded to Claire and said, "its time". Claire shivered a bit. "we are going to have to clean you out before we proceed" I announced, looking Claire in the eyes. This wasn't exactly part of the plan, but she nodded as I quickly and efficiently licked the cum out of her pussy for the last time. I did my best to not cause another Orgasm for her, per her fantasy wishes, but I could see in her eyes that she was secretly hoping I would. I switched to distilled water and a clinical douche, emptying her out and patting her dry with a towel. I pulled the cover back from the tray next to the bed, and as Nurse betty and the Doctor slowly secured Claire to the bed restraints, I lifted the final chastity up so Claire could see. It was identical in shape and size to the last one, but the surface was intricately carved with swoops and whorls, a large green emerald matching the one set into her engagement and wedding rings, and her former chastity piercing posts. There was a large letter C on the front, for Claire of course. Her eyes sparkled as she saw it. "it’s beautiful, better than I ever imagined!" she exclaimed with a smile. I smiled my own smile, and then got to work. I retrieved the Vagina dildo insert that formed the anchor of the Chastity, and slid it into her now moist again hole. She smiled and sighed with a happy murmur as it slid home. I picked up the syringe of what appeared to be two-part epoxy, and inserted the tip into the opening that would fill the rubber bladder for the last time. "You will feel a little warmth as this kicks off and cures" I warned her. I inserted the measured portion of epoxy into the insert, making it too large to remove without major surgery. Claire was certainly committed now. Claire gasped and squirmed a bit as she felt the intense but quickly fading warmth. In a few minutes it was set, apparently hard as a rock for all time. I continued. I picked up the lower plate, and lined it up with the three surface piercings, the insert and the twelve grommet holes in her pussy. I used three large screws with strange hex shaped heads to secure the plate to the inserted dildo, turning them tight, then turning them past tight as the bolt head parted with a loud audible . Claire gasped, then moaned with pleasure as I showed her the three securing bolts. I then repeated the process on the surface piercing posts, locking the plate to her skin. It was time for the clit cover. I picked up the clit cover, and showed her the intricate engraving on it, along with its own smaller emerald. I also showed her the inside with the spring-loaded piercing pins. Easy to insert, but impossible to remove without a tool from the backside. Claire marveled as they clicked into place in the empty shield. I fitted the piercings into her clit and clit hood, then couldn't resist myself so I kissed her clit slowly and softly once last time goodbye. Claire gasped again as if having a mini orgasm as the pins clicked into place. I pulled up on the cover dome, but it didn't move. I quickly installed the remaining 12 break-off bolts for this stage, Claire trembling in time with the pings as they broke away, Finally, I put the top cover into its hinge. I applied a generous amount of the epoxy substance into the hole for the pin that would anchor the whole sandwich together deep inside the dildo insert, then closed the cover. it seated with a click, covering all of the bolts and components with a foam lined outer shell that would prove impossible to cut through without generating so much heat it would damage Claire's generals beyond saving. I applied two ice cubes to the top of the hinged shell, and then using a small high amperage tig welder I placed a quick tack at the top, welding the whole assembly together. I repeated that process several other places on the plate, then used a high speed Dremel polisher to polish the welds to a shine. I set down my tools. I looked at Claire, she was smiling and happy, a dreamy look in her eyes. I said to her then "Claire Deveraux, you have now been fitted with a permanent chastity. Welcome to your life sentence of no relief. Ever" She squirmed at that last piece, her hips bucking as she tried to feel something down below. We untied her. She immediately hugged me and kissed me deeply, and whispered over and over again "Thank you" in my ear. I in turn whispered what I had in mind for her procedural surprise. She looked at me with wide eyes, startled. She smiled, and then slowly nodded. It was set. A few minutes later, Doctor Xavier said simply "it’s time" and we both separated onto our respective hospital beds. Claire took the time to hold my face, kissing me deeply again, and running her thumbs along my cheeks and lips before returning to her own bed. I was starting to feel a little woozy from my earlier procedures. As we lay there, and they started the anesthetic, we were shocked to hear Oleg say "Da, that was fun! but I must go now, is my retirement today!" as the cat girl kissed him deeply, then used the up until now unused Elastrator and placed two tiny green rubber bands on the base of his penis, then led him away with a grin and a slap on the ass. Claire and I exchanged a look, and then the anesthetic started working. As I drifted off, I thought of Claire's new hardware and the tiny little lie of omission that nagged at me. I had never lied to her before, nor would I again, and her fantasy demanded that she not know this truth, but in reality, I couldn't cope with ever losing her to a medical emergency caused by that chastity, so I had built in a small flaw. If a suitable magnet and a fair amount of heat was applied to just the right part of the assembly at the same time, a locking pin would release. I had a solvent that would soften the Epoxy like compound in a matter of minutes. Instructions for that process were already on file in our safety deposit box, and would be delivered to her in the event of my own untimely death. I figured she would forgive me then. But if all went to her desire she would never know of that tiny flaw. I drifted off to unconsciousness with a smile on my face knowing that she would be happy and healthy regardless of what the future held. When I awoke, I was bandaged around my crotch and my rear, just as planned. I turned and looked to see Claire still sleeping away at my side. I noticed a similar bandage on her rear, just visible, as well as bandages on her ears and hands that I was not expecting. Of course. I should really have seen that coming after her reaction though. I wasn't sure if she just didn't tell me because she wanted to surprise me, or she didn't want me to try and talk her out of it. I shrugged. it was too late now either way, and I personally thought that if they were what I thought they were it was going to be kind of hot. Claire soon woke up as well. I mumbled to her "welcome back, sleepyhead! how was your nap?" She smiled and said "I had the most wonderful dream!" We drifted in and out of recovery slumber for a couple of days, until we were ready to remove our bandages. I went first. As I looked down and the bandages fell away, I could see what looked to be a tiny, perfect little pussy of my own with lush labia lips that looked like they had been in a prize fight. I bet it was going to look very dainty when it healed. I shivered, I was now as close as I could be to being a woman in body and soul. My other modification was a bit harder to see, being up inside my rectum. Tiny clones of vagina tissue from Claire herself had been cleaned of DNA and inserted up inside, giving me a bit more feeling and a bit more lubrication up there. I suspected pooping was going to get interesting for a while. I looked over at Claire, and said "Thank you, I love it!" She said back "Mmmmhhmmm, me too!" and licked her lips. Claire’s bandages were removed next. As I suspected she now had pointed elflike ears and was also missing her thumbs ala Nurse Betty style. Her rear bandage was similar to my own, but housed a slightly different secret. Bressler Retrogenics was able to grow Claire a small and dainty, barely functional prostate of her very own. We deliberately made it low on nerve endings, but when Claire was fucked by my strap on or anything else in the future, she would feel roughly what the equivalent of someone who started out Male would feel. though muted, there was a small chance she could still have an orgasm if we tried enough in the right circumstances. I told her I loved her new look, and kissed her deeply. Nurse Betty provided some arm length gloves with filled in thumb sections for those times when Claire didn't want to show off her new modification to her hands. It would take us quite some time to determine if the prostate mod took properly. At last, we were complete though. Claire had lived her fantasy, as I had lived hers with her as it became my own. We were both the sexual, delightfully kinky people that we wanted to be, and we had each other. That’s all we needed at the end of the day. We had our whole lives in front of us, to learn and to love, and to come to grips with our new sexual states of being. It was wonderful, and more than we could have asked for. The End Epilogue: Claire and I returned home to Granite bend. My pussy and ass modifications worked amazingly well, and without Testosterone in my system I soon felt an amazing shift. It was hard to explain, but I felt more like a woman instead of a former Man, though still definitely a Lesbian one. Claire really came to love her hand and ear modifications, as they gave her something to focus on instead of the chastity. Her ability to fist me without the thumb in the way with both hands has been amazing! It’s been quite a few years now and we have never had to open her chastity up. it’s still bright and shiny as the day it was new, and the cleaning system seems to work quite well. I had myself pierced to accept Claire’s old chastity posts a while back, and sometimes I wear them when we go out on the town. We ended up becoming heavily involved in the fetish scene around Portland, so I still get the occasional chance to eat out a pussy, even if it isn't Claire’s. Claire is still adjusting to her chastised state after all these years, but she is still loving the life most days. I'm there to hold and comfort her on the days she has doubts about her choices. Our rear modifications ended up being wildly successful, and I highly recommend that anyone who gets the chance have it done someday. Our businesses continued to boom. Claire and I were now significant movers and shakers financially, though we kept things mostly low key. Claire opened a string of Cafe's, and has Starbucks on the run. She continues to help out on the weekends fitting chastity’s to newcomers to the world. Steve, or now Stephanie did indeed eventually stop by to get fitted with a chastity similar to the one I used to wear when I had a penis. She and Mary got married last year. Mary wore the tux. Cheryl also got married, and ended up moving across country. We still exchange post cards with her, and she has her own competing coffee empire set up on the east coast now, funded partially by a very nice wedding present from us. Claire found Cheryl another coffee maker, and she is currently having it restored for her own place. We continued to see Patricia and Annelie when we or they were in the area. They eventually retired from the adult film industry, but not before a couple of anonymous extras appeared in at least one of their films. They later married each other. We got to be bridesmaids. Oleg, now Olga and the Cat Girl, who we later learned was named Lilly also got married and have 3 kids as of last count, one set of twins. Ulrich continued to supply us with sexy gear for years, until he retired and was accidentally fucked to death by his wife. It’s how he would have wanted to go. Martin and Lisa, my former cad shop apprentices actually made an appearance one year after they had been dating, to acquire some chastity devices for Martin. Small world. They ended up back on the team, and were married just last month, though they did kind of elope. Overall, life has been good. I look back on it all, and I don’t know if I would change a thing. Except maybe Claire's chastity, but what can you do, the people you love have their own quirks and fetishes sometimes, and if you change them too much, are they still the same person? Then again, I'm certainly not the same person i started this tale as, and that’s just fine with me. Hang on, I've got to go. Claire just got the shipment with the really really big strap on in it, and I mustn’t keep a lady waiting! Love to you all! Elizabeth. Post script. The naked prisoner fell to his knees in soft sand as he was pushed roughly from the boat on the beach of a small tropical island. he looked down with disgust at his painted nails, locked in handcuffs as the boat backed away from the island. A pair of women, one clearly not necessarily a woman without a penis approached from a large house. Chad spat on the ground as they approached. "Tsk tsk!" chided one of the pair. "You've hurt a lot of people Chad, and you shouldn't have tried to make parole. Now you get to stay here with us. You're going to be so pretty!" Chad recoiled in horror as the other woman chuckled and jabbed a sharp needle in his neck before he blacked out. Authors note: Thank you everyone who enjoyed this ride! It’s been a long fun trip, and I hope you liked it. Please feel free to let me know. Also, I’d like ideas for my next story. Currently I'm thinking: A couple goes to become Ponygirls A couple dares each other to accept increasingly bold modifications. Something else. If you like one of those ideas, or have your own ideas, please let me know in the reviews.