Womanhood for Jenny

Besides, her eager mouth and anus were ample compensation. Theirs wasn't a gay relationship in any sense of the word. She was His woman, and He used her as such. On the special occasions when He gave her an orgasm with the body massager to her large 'clit,' it remained in her panties, shielded by a sanitary pad, with her bag's contents strapped down tightly.

They made normal husband-and-wife small talk as she served the French toast and bacon, sitting opposite Him.

Watching her over the mug's rim, He told her, "You know, I've been thinking about some changes we need to make."

Bowing her head, she replied, "You are my Master. Any changes You desire are always welcome. You know that, my Love."

"Well yes, but these are a bit more complicated than most of the things we've done."

"Anything You wish is one hundred percent fine with me, You know that by now, Master," jenny countered.

"I know that, but these are extreme enough, that we need to discuss them first."

"Alright, Master, but You already know I will lovingly submit to anything You desire."

"It's been a very good year at the office. You know I've had a couple of large accident settlements. The house is paid off, the cars and boat are too. In another year or so, the beach place will be free and clear. I'd like us to take a vacation, to Deb's place in the Caribbean. I think it's time for your 'boob job' – and we'll have them shorten that clit and remove those lumps in your 'labia' at the same time."

"Oh Master! Boobs? Really and truly?" jenny gushed. "I always dreamed of them, but never thought it would actually happen! Oh Master, that would be wonderful! You are amazing! The best Master in the whole world!"

"Whoa, slow down girl. We're talking about more than a simple 'boob job' here. The clit work I've got in mind would be permanent, and the castration would be irreversible as well. We need to talk this through completely so you understand exactly what is involved," the professional lawyer cautioned.