Chapter 5

“So, the ... eight of us, are to be a group ... Elisabeth, this does mean that you have to sign the contract like the rest of us and submit ultimately to my authority. It also means picking a spouse and at least one official paramour. There’s only one single man left here: Roger Stanfield. He has no blood ties to you. I suggest, nay I command, that you two get hitched. Then you can pick your first paramour, just as he already picked his, namely my wife Cassie. Roger, looks like you’re no longer the odd-man-out, doesn’t it?” I laid down the law and was pleased at Elisabeth’s response.

“Are you kidding me? A dreamboat like Roger as my husband? Fucking take me as your bride, Roger, honey! As for submission, God, yes! It sounds so ... deliciously wild and wanton. As for the contract, of course, I’ll sign. As for my first paramour, well, is it okay to choose Dad, even though he can’t ... you know. I mean, I love sex with each of you, but the idea of a paramour that I get to peg a lot ... that’s a major turn-on. I don’t think that he has a formal paramour as such, does he?” Elisabeth licked her lips now.

“He doesn’t in that sense, you’re right about that ... until now. That’s a beautiful idea, though someone will have to step in to impregnate you on his behalf. But there’s no rule against a wife taking a eunuch for a paramour. Though I have to warn you that the injections will cease until further notice. I’m not going to do it this month. At all. I want to experiment a little ... and I will decide if and when the trial period is over.

“But while it lasts, Dietrich Guttmacher will continue to lose testosterone and with it, virility, muscle tone, some of his physical aggression, not that he has much, but you get the idea. He’ll start to get a little heavier, too. Are you content to have me exercise so much power over your paramour and his body, particularly since he’s the only father that you’ve ever known?” I put Elisabeth on the spot, but to her credit, she didn’t flinch.

“Sure, because it makes everyone happy, especially him. Did you see the way that his face brightened up when you suspended his hormone injections? Daddy ... he wants this. He wants to become weaker, more servile, more sensitive, I believe. It thrills him to his core. He’s been eager for this, to service women mostly with his tongue and his asshole. Worse comes to worse, he can always strap on a dildo with a thigh harness to properly fuck women,” Elisabeth licked her lips now before planting a very wet and sloppy kiss on her own father’s mouth.

“Well, not to hurt any feelings, but it was clear to both Dieter and I for a very long time that his gifts in the bedroom were never on the penetration side of things. I still miss it in some ways, the physical bonding that comes from being taken by the father of my son ... but it’s also a relief in some ways. His talents lay elsewhere, with his tongue ... and yes, his highly spankable ... and fuckable ... ass.

“This was just cuckolding and SPH carried to a radical new extreme. It was his way to ensure that I was pleasured as the Goddess that I am and that his own personal ego didn’t get in the way. I applaud and adore him even more for that,” Samantha encouraged this increasing trend toward relegating male-on-female penetration to Dietrich Guttmacher’s past.

“It’s been a long time coming, as they say. I just ... don’t want to mess with it anymore, not that I have any say about it. It’s time to put that behind me for good. My fucking days are done. It’s time to just relax and let others use me as they deem fit. I’m the fuckee, not the fucker. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy the feeling of Mistress Samantha’s warm cunt bathing my little prick ... but well...

“I enjoy even more the idea that she is free from any sense of conjugal duty to put up with the mess, fuss, and bother of letting me fuck her for a little bit, only to cum very fast and not really satisfy her. She doesn’t have to worry anymore about putting up with encounters that were less and less frequent and never the most satisfying part of our marriage or sex life.

“I can focus on serving her ... and you ... and others, including my daughter, as they deserve. I was born to bend over for others, suck and lick them, and grovel at their feet. I am a natural thrall, eunuch, pussy boi, bottom bitch, etc. I live to serve and obey others, do their bidding, be at their beck and call. I was made to serve ... to submit ... to surrender to the will of other, more aggressive and dominant souls,” Dieter made it plain to all and sundry that he was very cool with his new fate.

“To be honest ... I have a ... confession of my own. In some ways, it’s similar to Dad’s, but not entirely. I want ... to be ... what I truly am. After experiencing sex as a man ... and seeing how it looks for women ... I realized ... that’s me. I AM A WOMAN! I’m Billie, not Billy. I want to ... transition. I still want Amy as my wife ... but I want to be her wife, too. I want this to be ... a lesbian marriage, Amy,” Amy’s spouse shocked us all.

“You’re ... transgender? Oh, baby, it’s okay ... I always felt that you had a softer, feminine side. Now I know why. It’s okay, baby ... we’re good. I’ll be your wife ... and you’ll be mine. I hope that you realize that this makes Daddy my main man, but deep down, we all already knew that he was. Maybe that was part of the appeal ... subconsciously. Someone who wasn’t a rival or replacement for Daddy. So, you’d still ... give up your balls, like your old man, but for different reasons,” Amy urged her spouse with kisses to Billie’s face.