Born his son, made his BabyDoll; 6

They put me through all the fancy, cutting-edge healing treatments, whizzy machines, lotions, and physiotherapists. I felt so much better over the following days. The pains eased. My new body meant I could live my lifelong fantasy to be girly. I clenched the plug in my butt, cupped my big tits under the dressings, and fondled my vulva. I got off and squirted as I lay in bed, just from enjoying my femininity.

The time recovering meant my locks had grown out. It was a relief to just have hair I where it was wanted, on my head. It was down to my nape, heading to my shoulders. The hospital had stylists who came in and fussed over me, using the photos picked by Dad. I started to flick and brush my longer locks, practicing in the mirror. I recalled the sly glances and teasing smirks like a coquette Mum used to teach me all those years ago.

I passed a lot of time with the in-house beautician, a sweet young man, a maestro of his art. We tried out studies to see which suited the refined face I had been given. It all seemed so slight and subtle, barely noticeable. But he showed me how, with skill rather than lots of slap, how to achieve a softer and more feminine look. I gazed at this beautiful woman who was me, whom I barely recognised. As he fussed over me, I enjoyed cumming under the sheets. It turned me on so much to be fussed over. It lost me in a paroxysm of autoerotic desire.

We used the healing time to have a commitment ceremony to pledge myself to my father as his dutiful daughter and obedient wife. The officiate let me recite the pledge Dad had written for me. Voice quivering with excitement, I sat on the bed, keen to recite it from memory. The words were a joy and delight.

"I pledge as my Father's devoted Daughter to commit myself always and forever as your Wife. That I will submit to you in Body and Soul. I offer myself as if your goods and chattel, yours to possess and bestow; That with my body I will worship you, I will constantly be available and receptive to your every wants, desires and needs; That I will fulfil all your demands for pleasures, passions and perversions, regardless of my wishes. That I shall let you demean, debase, vitiate and subjugate my body your pleasures. To be to my revered Father his servant Daughter; and to my beloved Husband his subordinate Wife." It all made me tremble with lust as I squeezed Dad's hand, before continuing.

"That by my Oath, willingly, gladly and freely given I pledge myself as the possession of my Master; To always and forever submit myself to my duties; to love, cherish and adore you; To honour and obey you, as your supplicant Child and humble Wife; That I will need and accept regular studies in submission and obedience; That when I stray, disobey or defy my Master, in any way I will require rigorous punishment."

"By this, my oath, I take my adored Father as my revered Husband, to him beholden and betrothed until death do us part." I finished with a flourish, as if in rapture.

Turning to Dad, the officiate nodded at Dad, who cleared his throat. "I pledge as Father and Husband to my devoted Daughter Cecilia; As long as you are true to your pledges and vows to submit to my pleasures and perversions; And to always be unhesitatingly receptive to my wants and needs; That I will maintain her and comfort her with all the comforts and worldly good's my wealth can provide; That we shall display to the World how I now possess my obedient Daughter as my adoring Wife." I shuddered as this magnificent man committed me to his servitude. What more could I ask?

"To mark your role in this sacrament, you will wear the chains of a slave..." The officiate pushed me face down on the bed. A short, platinum necklace was placed round me. They slid a leather shield behind it and I heard the hiss as they soldered a pin in place, locking it in place, too small to remove. Most links were quite fine, but four rings were evenly spaced around it, doubtless to use to ensure my submission to Dad. Similar bracelets were fitted to my wrists and ankles, each with one larger ring. Permanent restraints for when Dad wanted full control of me.

"The chains mark you as slave Daughter and Wife. A constant reminder of your supplication, and subjugation in body and soul to your Master. Devoted as a Daughter and henceforth his submissive, meek and obedient Wife." The officiant looked up at me. "Do you freely affirm you give yourself in body and soul to adore, worship and obey this Man, your Master."

"I do, oh I do, with all my heart!" I gushed. And with that, we were, Husband-Master and Slave Daughter-Wife. Halima was there as a witness and came in to kiss me, I whispered in her ear; "It is the fulfilment of all my dreams, you enabled me be reborn as his babydoll, so I can better be slave to his desires."

"I am so jealous of you. They are such wonderful and joyful sentiments." She whispered in my ear. Well, how I wished to give myself to Dad for a fuck now he was my spouse. "He is a magnificent man." He was indeed. But I had to wait before he could fuck me again. I needed him assert his dominion to complete the fulfilment of my compulsions.

A few days later Halima announced I was ready to be unveiled to Dad, as babydoll body he had bought. They removed the dressings and all the other medical accoutrements that morning. I enjoyed a last douche from the therapists. I would have to rinse myself out several times a day from now on, if I didn't want to shit uncontrollably. But the medics wouldn't let me look at myself under the gowns.

A minute before they were due, the butt plug started to vibrate in my rectum. Dad must be playing with it, using it to fire me up in advance. The spares were cleaned and charging in their carry case.

"So can I fuck my new wife now?" Dad demanded as they walked in. He put a bag on the bed. "Test drive how receptive, hot and horny the sex doll bitch I bought and paid for is." Well, with the plug pulsing and palpating my rectum, I felt like all of those things.

"Oh, she is. If Sissy doesn't mind and feels ready. The nurses irrigated her and applied plenty of lubes, so her pussy is ready." Halima replied. "I am sure you will find her to be the receptive babydoll you desired."

"As long as the pretty little bitch obeys me." Dad growled. I knew his enforced abstinence frustrated him, despite my recent abundant hand- and blow-jobs. Cock needs cunt. Halima looked at me, but I smiled and nodded. I loved it when Dad debased me. The nastier and more humiliating, the more exciting and arousing I found it.

At last I could be his simpering bitch, his whore-cunt, after almost thirty wasted years. To be fucked by him however he wished, was my hears calling. I was glad to be his bitch to command, no matter how demeaning and debasing his demands. I had always been his pussy bitch at heart. A devoted, dutiful daughter, married to my father was all I ever wanted to be.

"Very well." She moved behind me, untied the upper gown and let it drop. Dad and I started transfixed at my new bust. The plump, perfectly symmetrical pair were crowned by perky, purple, engorged nipples, a large ring piercing the back of each. All my piercings had been added late by Dad to the surgeon's menu. Of course, I had felt they were there, but I hadn't seen them before.

"Fuck yes, now that's what I call a pair of tits. They are gorgeous, Halima, thank you. Oh my, the boys will love sucking those." Dad stroked his crotch and his obvious erection. "And titty fucking them." As he stared at them, I cupped my new tits, relishing their incredible weight and feel. Between finger and thumb, I tweaked my perma-perky nipples, gasping at the intensity of sensitivity.

"You kept sensation." I sighed, trembling.

"Innovative, time-consuming techniques, and a woman's touch." She straightened her back with pride. "Few can, and most wouldn't bother. Men." She spat out. We discussed hormones to force lactation, but you need longer to heal." She added, which was news to me.

"Maybe later. Well, Sissy, they alone are worth every penny." Dad laughed. "Everyone will be so jealous of me. We must start playing tennis again, you bouncing around bra-less will be very distracting." His filthy laugh and the idea of being ogled as my perfect boobs bounced and jiggled made me tremble anew with lust. In a short tennis dress, without panties, any spectators could see my ass and slick new vulva. Fuck, it was so good not to have a cock to hide. "On the private court, you will play against me naked. My sexy baby doll will draw quite the crowd!"

"That will be a wonderful sight. But, Master, I cautioned the way you wanted her testicles positioned where they are... well, it makes walking, let alone running... and when you fuck, the harder he thrusts the more..." Halima pivoted her head, trying to find the suitable words. Too true, just shuffling felt like my nuts were lemons in a juice press. Jogging would be like being in a car crush. "You will be aware of your new body."

"I asked for your babydoll body to feel every thrust when I breed you, as a reminder you are my sissy." Dad dismissed her concerns.

"I am sure I can find a way." Sod the discomfort, the thought of people, men or women, admiring, objectifying my naked womanly body bouncing around the infamous private court was so compelling I had almost cum.

"You can just mince around like the flirty, dirty little bitch you are." Dad chuckled. "Or do have to give my whore a lesson." With a smirk, he pulled a riding crop out of his bag and smacked it in his hand. I had missed our regular lessons in my correction. His hand or, better, the crop landing stinging blows to remind me of my position, servile to his needs and obedient to his wishes. What a man, a magnificent, majestic bull of a man.

"Oh, my word." Halima shuddered. "You must send me a video."

"Of me beating my baby doll at tennis?" Dad asked. Then added. "Or me spanking my wicked little bitch."

"Both, if you could." She giggled.

"Of course. But I could just give her lesson in submission, right now." Dad offered. "Doubtless she needs one, after so long without."

"I do, Master." I wa breathless in anticipation.

"I thought you were going to fuck her first." Halima demurred. "But has Sissy been mischievous and deserved to be spanked? She has been a perfect, docile, and very patient client."

"I will, no need to rush, though." Dad then added, with a leer. "Maybe try her out for yourself, test your own work for once." He chuckled."As for a spanking, a bitch always benefits from a lesson, and it stirs me up nicely, doesn't it, Sissy?"

"Yes, Master." I squealed, thanks to my tight new vocal cords.

"That's a very tempting offer, I ..." She bit her lip. "Is that OK with Sissy? She doesn't mind?"

"How many times do I have to state it, Halima? A bitch obeys her Master." Dad interjected. Of course, it was OK. "No need for Sissy to think for herself, or worry about anything, she just does as she is told. As a doting Daughter and obedient Wife must." He walked up to me and cupped my tits for the first time, making me gasp with delight. "My bitch knows her duties to me as both daughter and wife." He chuckled.

"She is lucky to adore such a potent man." Halima sounded sultry.

"And what a body you have created." Dad stood back again. "Should I try the chains?" He glanced at Halima.

"They will be further stimulation for her, yes, the short one will..." Her explanation was interrupted.

"Then yes, put this on Sissy, any which way, as it's made to measure." Dad tossed me a chain. It was a Y-chain of three even lengths on a central ring. There were clips at each end and with trembling fingers, I fitted two to my nipple rings. The third fell, hanging out from my jutting tits. I got the third clip and felt for the ring on my clit, shimmying to see round my jugs. It only just reached, such that as I breathed, even that slight movement tweaked all three erogenous zones.

"Oh, oh, oh." I panted, already well on my way to orgasm.

"She looks lovely." Halima admired as they watched me tremble. I had dreamt for decades of standing naked in front of Dad as his dutiful Daughter. That alone would have me simmering close to boiling. All the while, the plug had been buzzing away, pulsing deep inside the pussy of his babydoll.

On top of all that, Dad wanted to add to the torment of this fucking nipple chain. Each breath stimulated my already aroused body and tormented soul. For the first time in ages I felt an erection, well, a little firming of the clitoral nub that was all I had left of my penis.

"The longer chain is more suitable for, well, any vigorous activity." Halima recommended. "It won't be so intensely stimulating..."

"Yes, yes. Let's just try this it out as well.' Dad pulled a short leash out of his bag, medium chain links with a black leather loop. This is what he had planned for me, to fulfil a lifetime of repressed, dark sadistic, controlling fantasies. He stepped up to me, pushed my chin back and clipped it on my slave collar. With a salacious smirk, he jerked it twice, making my head snap. He gestured at the chair, then Halima. She nodded, smirked and went over to pick up the wedge cushion and put it ready on the edge of the mattress.

"On the bed bitch, lie back like a good girl for Daddy." He ordered ordered, tugging the chain to the side and back, forcing me sit onto the wedge. I giggled delightedly as he pushed me down, my butt lifted by the wedge. The bouncing of my boobs, seared the Y-chain hanging on my clit and nipples.

Dad used the leash to pull my head up, as if a bitch on the of her Alpha. I panted with excitement, each breath stimulating my nipples and clit, further surging arousal to surge in my sordid, submissive sissy soul.

Dad controlled my arousal, just as he wanted. I was fired up using the remote vibrating butt plug, then inflamed by the chain tormenting my other prime erogenous zones. Not that he needed make me receptive to be the bitch to his Alpha. "Fuck, that bloody plug gapes your pussy wide. Let's see it it's is ready for Papa to breed my baby." He snarled,, spittle flecking my face.

"It is Master." I gasped, hoarse with lust as I held his gaze, trying to scrabble round to remove the plug. "Fuck me Daddy, so I can prove my gratitude to you." I added huskily.

"Like a good little babydoll." He smirked and dropped the chain, making me fall back.

"You need to remove it care..." Halima cautioned, as Dad pulled at my butt plug, making me wince and convulse with the stab of pain as my rectum and then anus were forced to dilate round its mighty girth. But Dad held it, the widest part of my wrecked, stretched anal sphincter.

"Fuck yes, look at that." He gasped, and I felt a surge of elation as they stared at my anus, flared around the enormous plug, almost beyond my endurance. It made me convulse with the intensity of the pleasure, clenching to extrude the plug.

"As ordered, Master, spread and ready." Halima was hoarse, herself husky with lust. Her petite, pretty little cock must be quivering in need of cunt, my cunt, I hoped.

"That is a gorgeous, gaping cunt, thank you." Dad's tugged at the plug, but with my clamping it spat out of my anus. Then he teased fingers, then his hand in. It was more than I could bear. Dad's babydoll truly was his to play thing.

Dad had engineered my body to remove any control I had over my arousal. It felt like he had me living in a state of near permanent arousal. Sex was all I craved. I was compelled to need to be receptive to my Dad's magnificent masculinity. His walking, living sex doll, over whom he controlled to the point of domination. And I couldn't be fucking happier about it.

As he eased his hand back, cold air rushed into my rectum as I flared with each contraction.

"She is magnificent." Halima gasped, impressed with the cunt she had skilfully created.

"Fuck yes, that's what I needed. God" Dad unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall so that his might cock sprung up, flicking off a gob of precum.

"Easy entry, as demanded, Master." Halima said, proud of her work to gape my anus. My racing breathing still tugged against my nub of a clit. It was far more stimulating than everything my useless cock had felt for years.

Well, that was it. With a delirious groan as they gazed into me, I orgasmed. Through the valley of my cleavage, I saw my neutered cum jet out of my new urethra. With my butt up on the wedge as I lay, it arced and splattered on my right nipple, wet, warm and wonderful.

"Wow." Halima gasped as Dad growled his appreciation. He loved to see how he made me so aroused that I spontaneously spurted, bereft of all restraint. He proffered his cock to his babydoll's pussy. I was his at last, his remade, his bitch to breed. His to whore out to his mates to prove domination of his hot young wife.

With my body, I worshipped him. And Dad was ready for my devotion. His enormous cock displayed his potent, unrestrained masculinity. He was a majestic man, I was his simpering sissy.

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck your sissy bitch, I am yours, Daddy!" I implored, elated. Dad's eyes widened. Then he hoiked my knees up and over his shoulder and lent in, rolling me further back, ready to be impaled.

"You are my sissy slut. My pretty little bitch has a proper cunt now. Oh fuck yes, that's more like it. Now I can fuck my sissy boy Son. A man no more, my simpering, impotent, babydoll." He growled out astream of vile, belittling invective that delighted the masochistic sissy of my soul. "You were never half the man I am, but by fuck you pass for one hot and horny bitch. Take me boy, feel what a father needs now you are my daughter, my fawning, fairy bitch." My Dad frantically fucked as he demeaned me.

At last, after all the weeks waiting, we copulated as husband and submissive sissy daughter and wife. I was now the feminised me I had craved to be for thirty years.

With the power of Dad's bull-like buggery, my tits gyrated and jiggled in time to his fornication. The short chain chinking in syncopation tugged and teased my nipples and clit. As his body crashed against mine, hammering his meat, each thrust crushed my nuts, tucked up and hidden in my new vulva. Exquisite agony at the tamakeri assault erupted a mad firestorm behind my eyes. This was a visceral new kink and twist engineered by my father, reminding me with each thump how much of his simpering sissy I truly was.

"Fuck, Master, I can see and feel you deep in her." Halima gasped, her fingers running up my groin. I stopped writhing to stare down at my belly as it distended with each pump of his enormous cock. She traced the path of his glans as it travelled, in and out.

"Oh fuck yes! Press down, push down." He exulted, snapping an order at Halima, who did as ordered with her spare hand. "Yes, yes, yes!" Dad's rhapsody ended in my shriek as gifted me his divinity manly blessing. As his hot seed flooded my bowel, I crashed over into ecstasy, squirting anew as I convulsed and writhed, pivoting on the hinge of his enormous cock.

I tried to buck and bounce, but Dad was slumped over, impaled deep in me at one end of my body, resting on his arms, crushing my tits down at the other.

"Majestic!" Halima gasped in admiration at Dad's dominant display.