I know I've been very careful about how I've gone about this transitioning business and have been flying under the radar of the local BDSM community, all the while gathering information and handy tips and encouragement from other gurls and other sites all over the world.  Finally, I believe, I had come to the point where I needed another person or persons involved to take me to the next level.  I'm at that delicate level of not being one thing or the other and realized I had to find others to take me to the next level.

So, it was with a lot of trepidation and fear that I made contact with a Dominant couple to see if I could move onto a higher level of feeling, thinking, acting and appearing to be more feminine.  And I think we have achieved all of that and more.  Without going into all of the intimate details, I was brought along over several visits in a very slow and patient way, first by my Domme with all of the fem stuff, the hair and the make up and the clothes and later, very slowly, Her husband, my Dom, was introduced to the training and I was introduced to what serving others really means.

The true meaning of what I was getting myself into was during the last four play / training sessions I had with Them.  As I've mentioned in my profile, I believe that to be who I want to be will eventually mean having my testicles removed.  And it was during the first of the last four sessions that my Trainers introduced Elastrator bands and fitted one on my scrotum.  I then had to perform certain tasks to Their satisfaction before They would remove the band.  Each task took longer than the one before, so that I had the band one for longer periods at each session.  The last time I was with Them, the band was fited and then my Dom used my pussy and mouth for about twenty minutes.  Elastrator bands are very painful at first and I was in agony most of the time, yet some part of me was accepting this as my future.  I was deep into sub space long before He finally came in my mouth, which I swallowed without even thinking about it.  My Domme then cut the band off my tessies, which were very blue and getting cold by then and the pain from them being released was even worse than having the band on, but I hardly seemed to recognize the pain, I was so spacey at the time.

They put me to bed and cuddled me for what seemed like hours before I finally came back from where I had been.  When I was myself again, I was filled with a wonderful sense of serenity and contentment and now, almost a week after it all happened, I'm still having funny little flashbacks.  If I lick my licks, I can still taste His Cock and His Cum  and feel the band around my tessies and here Her lovely soft words of encouragement.

I now know, without any sort of hesitation that my life is meant to be in the service of others and there is no 'if' or 'maybe' about me being castrated, it's just a matter of when and the sooner the better, I believe.