Chapter 3

Two months later...

“So, are you sure about this?” I asked Trudy and Martina (the name that the former “Martin” chose for her new sissy identity) to confirm their intentions.

“I am. I want to renew my vows, but as a sissy. I would be her wife instead of her husband, but still happily wed to her, to my dominant Hotwife, and pledged to submit to and obey her in all things. That is my dream come true. I have learned my true nature in the past couple of months since we moved in with you and surrendered to your authority, your dominance and control,” Martina resolved to save her marriage the only way that it could be saved at this point, by means of her abject subordination to Trudy and me.

“You really do prize your marriage to her above many things, including your masculinity, though there wasn’t much of that to begin with, was there, Martina?” I teased Martina while plowing my sister, Sally, and fiance, Chet, up the butt in turns.

“Yes, above all else, I know that Trudy is my soulmate. My heart could not endure any kind of divorce or separation from her, my idol, my Goddess, my Queen. I am here to remain her mate, her girlfriend, her wife, her plaything, and her consort in all things. I also submit to her various paramours, lovers, and companions in every way possible, in order to please and to satisfy my lady, my Trudy,” Martina reassured me, even as Trudy pegged her good and hard from behind, thankfully with a generous dose of lube.

“That’s my baby! My slut princess, my pretty boi, my pussy boi, my sissy, my pansy, etc. You get the idea. I’m not even sure that the ‘word’ applies anymore, as that implies some semblance of aggrieved masculine pride. There’s nothing manly left about Martina now at all, if there ever was. A major step toward our goal will come when these ... offending orbs are removed once and for all, no longer getting in the way of her sacrifice and our mutual passion,” Trudy patted Martina’s already shaved balls to indicate there was a final decision at last about their fate.

“So, you’re going through it, taking my offer to finance the orchiectomy? I’m thrilled to hear that, as there will be one less distraction in the form of testosterone filling Martina’s mind and body with silly macho assumptions and emotions, right? Think of how sleek your skin will be, Martina, without all of that silly hair wanting to regrow so damn much! Modern medicine allows neutering to be such a safer process, too, for humans as well as pets.

“Yes, I believe that this is very much the right path for you to take, both of you, even if there is no return from it. You can never again become the same, intact man that you used to be, Martina. You know that, right?” I reminded the sissy, who nodded and gasped as she welcomed her wife’s strap-on dildo up her bum as a reminder of her femdom marriage.

Martina had saved her marriage to Trudy from divorce, but the price had been very high indeed. It had cost her both freedom and pride, yet she valued it more than ever. Perhaps, then again, it was because she welcomed those sacrifices in order to embrace her inner sissy, the secret subby side of her sexuality. She certainly showed no resentment, and if anything, pushed the envelope that direction herself more than once since she had broken down and confessed that her past conservatism was merely a form of repression of her true nature.

Meanwhile, for me, this meant that I was free to breed Trudy as much as I wished, with the open encouragement of her wife and my other lovers. If anything, lately, that couple seemed to really merge with the others to become part of my harem themselves and apply their efforts to my very own gratification. Gone was any fear of either of us getting caught by the “husband,” as the “wife” who succeeded him was far more tolerant and appreciative of my role as Trudy’s lover.

As for my other couples lately, I had managed to convinced Katie and Morgan to wed each other in a lesbian marriage, while Sally and Chet still had their nuptials planned for a private, rather kinky ceremony at my place. Naturally, I had taken the liberty of rewriting their vows in such a way as to ensure my role in their partnership ... indefinitely. I would also be Chet’s best man, while Trudy would officiate, and Katie, Morgan, and Martina were the bridesmaids. I would also give Sally away to Chet, but with the clear understanding that part of her was really mine, even now. Part of him was mine, too, come to think of it.

Yes, I truly was lord and master of all that I surveyed. In addition to my live-in harem, composed of Sally and Chet, Katie and Morgan, Trudy and Martina, there were also Connie Salas, Nina Aref, and Desiree Chang, the last of these an old crush from high school who had recently contacted me on social media. Whereas I was half-Italian, half-Irish, Desiree was half-Italian, half-Chinese ... yeah, no joke. I wouldn’t be shocked if we were cousins, if only the distant kind. Maybe it was my own hybrid ancestry, but I had a knack for drawing women of diverse racial and ethnic origins. Nina, being half-Israeli, half-Lebanese, was another case in point.

Before you ask, these three women hadn’t been approached yet about moving in with me, but I had certainly thought of asking them. The only question was how they would respond to such an offer ... and what kind of deal they would take for it. I fully intended to claim one body part from everyone who moved in with me, so that remained a possible sticking point there. Were they now offended at not being asked or would they be more antagonized by the offer when it came?

There were many other, lesser women in my life. None of them had even come close to ever receiving such an offer, but I had serious doubts that it would be received as an honor in any case. Would that mean the end of such a deal? What would happen if I, hypothetically speaking, did offer more women than those in my inner circle such a proposition? How would those ladies respond and what would I do if they accepted it? Would I be prepared to really add women that I had never considered a long-term partnership with in the past? Or was their prior justification the right choice intuitively, if nothing else?

How many women should I invite to this wedding, anyway? At latest count, the guest list seemed to scream “clamfest,” to put it mildly. Men were already vastly outnumbered on it, just as they had been for Katie’s and Morgan’s own wedding rites. How did so many women end up on that list last time, and why did so many of them hit on me then as they probably would again? For the record, yes, I ended up sleeping with every woman who made a sexual advance on me during those nuptials, and that was at least half a dozen girls that I recall (when I wasn’t too drunk or stoned to remember).