Surgery

With the legalities settled, Pearl moves toward the next phase of her unmaking: a total hysterectomy. She wants to be a pure pleasure doll, free from bleeding and fertility. Tonya and Keith support her as she consults with Dr. Martinez and undergoes the surgery. This is the final, physical act of surrender, removing the last vestiges of a biological future and leaving only a body that exists to serve.

Have you ever watched the woman you love willingly surrender her ability to bear children, reader? Have you ever watched her beg to have her womb removed so she can be a pure pleasure doll? It’s not a moment you forget. It’s not something you can ever fully prepare for. The woman I used to be would have been horrified. She would have thought it was mutilation. She would have wanted to intervene. She would have been terrified of the permanence. But she’s gone. I’m not her. I understand now. I understand that Pearl’s transformation isn’t a loss; it’s a liberation. She’s not losing her womanhood. She’s becoming something more. Something owned. Something property. Something pure. Something complete. Something that exists solely for our pleasure.

The morning of the consultation, I woke to find Pearl already awake, kneeling at the foot of the bed, her eyes bright with anticipation. She was naked, collared, waiting. The morning light caught the gleam of her collar, and I felt a surge of love mixed with a strange, aching tenderness.

“Good morning, Mistress,” she said softly. “Good morning, Master. Pearl is ready for the day. Pearl is ready for everything. Pearl is ready to become even more property. Pearl is ready to become even more of a doll. Pearl is ready to become even more a whore. Pearl is ready to become even more a cunt. Pearl is ready to become even more pure. Pearl is ready to become even more free. Pearl is ready to become even more yours. Pearl is ready to become even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

I stretched, my body still humming with the memory of the night before. We’d used Pearl thoroughly before sleep, filling her cunt, her ass, her mouth. She’d been so grateful, so worshipful, so perfectly property.

“Good morning, Pearl,” I said. “Are you nervous? Are you scared about the consultation?”

“Pearl is calm, Mistress,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been terrified. She would have been shaking. She would have wanted to run away. She would have made excuses. She would have been afraid of the pain, the risks, the permanence. She would have been afraid of losing her fertility. She would have been afraid of losing her womb. She would have been afraid of losing her womanhood. She would have been afraid of becoming even more property. She would have been afraid of becoming even more of a doll. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a whore. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a cunt. She would have been afraid of becoming even more pure. She would have been afraid of becoming even more yours. She would have been afraid of becoming even more nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl knows what she wants. Pearl knows who she belongs to. Pearl is ready to become even more of what she’s supposed to be. Pearl is ready to be even more property. Pearl is ready to be even more of a doll. Pearl is ready to be even more a whore. Pearl is ready to be even more a cunt. Pearl is ready to be even more pure. Pearl is ready to be even more free. Pearl is ready to be even more yours. Pearl is ready to be even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

Keith stirred beside me, his hand finding my waist. “Today’s the consultation,” he said, his voice rough with sleep. “Today’s the day we start the process. Today’s the day she becomes even more property. Today’s the day she becomes even more of a doll. Today’s the day she becomes even more a whore. Today’s the day she becomes even more a cunt. Today’s the day she becomes even more pure. Today’s the day she becomes even more ours. Today’s the day she becomes even more nothing but ours.”

“Today’s consultation,” I confirmed. “Everything becomes official. Everything becomes permanent. Everything becomes even more complete. There’s no going back.”

“Pearl doesn’t want to go back, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl wants to move forward. Pearl wants to be even more yours forever. Pearl wants to be even more property forever. Pearl wants to be even more of a doll forever. Pearl wants to be even more a whore forever. Pearl wants to be even more a cunt forever. Pearl wants to be even more pure forever. Pearl wants to be even more free forever. Pearl wants to be even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

We dressed her carefully that morning, reader. I chose a simple, conservative, professional nothing that would draw attention. Keith held the clothes while I lifted Pearl’s arms and slid the fabric over her body. She stood perfectly still, completely passive, trusting us completely. Her body was ours to dress. Her body was ours to use. Her body was nothing but property.

“The woman I used to be used to dressing herself,” she said softly as I smoothed the fabric down her body. “She used to choose her own clothes. She used to decide what to wear. She used to think she was in control. She used to think her body was her own. She used to think she was a woman. She used to think she was a person. But she was wrong. She was never in control. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl waits to be dressed. Pearl is owned. Pearl is property. Pearl is a doll. Pearl is a whore. Pearl is a cunt. Pearl’s body is not her own. Pearl’s body belongs to her owners. Pearl’s body is nothing but property. Pearl is nothing but yours.”

I kissed her forehead. “You’re perfect, Pearl. You’re absolutely perfect. You’re everything we ever wanted. You’re the most perfect property. You’re the most perfect doll. You’re the most perfect whore. You’re the most perfect cunt. You’re everything. You’re ours. Forever.”

“Pearl is perfect because she’s yours, Mistress,” she said. “Because she belongs to you. Because she’s finally what she was meant to be. Because she’s finally, legally, completely owned. Because she’s finally pure. Because she’s finally free. Because she’s finally property. Because she’s finally a doll. Because she’s finally a whore. Because she’s finally a cunt. Because she’s finally yours. Because she’s finally nothing but yours. Forever.”

Underneath the dress, she was wearing nothing. No underwear. No bra. Just her collar and her skin. The collar was visible above the neckline, a permanent reminder of what she was. A permanent reminder of who she belonged to. A permanent reminder that she was property. A permanent reminder that she was a doll. A permanent reminder that she was a whore. A permanent reminder that she was a cunt. A permanent reminder that she was nothing but ours.

“Are you ready, Pearl?” I asked.

“Pearl has never been more ready, Mistress,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been scared. She would have been uncertain. She would have doubted herself. She would have been afraid of the permanence. She would have been afraid of losing her fertility. She would have been afraid of losing her womb. She would have been afraid of losing her womanhood. She would have been afraid of becoming even more property. She would have been afraid of becoming even more of a doll. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a whore. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a cunt. She would have been afraid of becoming even more pure. She would have been afraid of becoming even more yours. She would have been afraid of becoming even more nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl knows. Pearl is certain. Pearl is ready to be even more owned. Pearl is ready to be even more property. Pearl is ready to be even more of a doll. Pearl is ready to be even more a whore. Pearl is ready to be even more a cunt. Pearl is ready to be even more pure. Pearl is ready to be even more free. Pearl is ready to be even more yours. Pearl is ready to be even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

The doctor’s office was clean and professional, the kind of place that smelled of antiseptic and efficiency. Dr. Martinez was a woman in her forties, with kind eyes and a calm demeanor. She’d been Pearl’s OB-GYN for years and had been briefed on the situation. She was professional, but there was warmth in her eyes.

“Pearl,” Dr. Martinez said, her voice warm but professional. “I understand you’ve requested a consultation regarding a total hysterectomy. I understand this is something you’ve been considering for a long time.”

“Yes, Doctor,” Pearl said. “The woman I used to be would have been afraid of surgery. She would have been worried about the risks. She would have been concerned about losing her fertility. She would have been terrified of the permanence. She would have been afraid of being dependent. She would have been afraid of becoming even more property. She would have been afraid of becoming even more of a doll. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a whore. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a cunt. She would have been afraid of becoming even more pure. She would have been afraid of becoming even more yours. She would have been afraid of becoming even more nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl wants this. Pearl needs this. Pearl has been waiting for this for years. Pearl has been planning for this for years. Pearl wants to become even more property. Pearl wants to become even more of a doll. Pearl wants to become even more a whore. Pearl wants to become even more a cunt. Pearl wants to become even more pure. Pearl wants to become even more free. Pearl wants to become even more yours. Pearl wants to become even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

Dr. Martinez looked at the chart, her eyes scanning the pages. “I’ve reviewed your medical history. You’re a healthy young woman. But a total hysterectomy is a major procedure. It’s permanent. You’ll never be able to bear children. You’ll enter surgical menopause. There are risks of infection, bleeding, complications. You understand all of this?”

“Pearl understands, Doctor,” Pearl said, meeting her eyes calmly. “Pearl has researched this thoroughly. Pearl has talked to other women who’ve had the procedure. Pearl knows the risks. Pearl knows the consequences. Pearl knows the permanence. The woman I used to be would have been scared. She would have wanted to avoid surgery at all costs. She would have been afraid of losing her fertility. She would have been afraid of the changes to her body. She would have been afraid of becoming even more property. She would have been afraid of becoming even more of a doll. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a whore. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a cunt. She would have been afraid of becoming even more pure. She would have been afraid of becoming even more yours. She would have been afraid of becoming even more nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl wants this. Pearl needs to be sterile. Pearl needs to stop bleeding. Pearl needs to be a pure pleasure doll. Pearl needs to be even more property. Pearl needs to be even more of a doll. Pearl needs to be even more a whore. Pearl needs to be even more a cunt. Pearl needs to be even more pure. Pearl needs to be even more free. Pearl needs to be even more yours. Pearl needs to be even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

Dr. Martinez was quiet for a moment, her eyes studying Pearl’s face. “Can I ask why, Pearl? Why do you want this so badly?”

Pearl reached up and touched her collar, her fingers tracing the cool metal. “Because Pearl is owned, Doctor. Because Pearl is property. Because Pearl is a doll. Because Pearl is a whore. Because Pearl is a cunt. Because Pearl belongs to her owners. And property doesn’t bleed. Property doesn’t have a womb. Property doesn’t have fertility. Property is just a body to be used and worshipped. Property is just a hole to be filled. Property is just a toy to be played with. Property is just a cunt to be fucked. That’s what Pearl wants to be. That’s what Pearl needs to be. That’s what Pearl has always wanted to be. Pearl wants to be nothing but a vessel for her owners’ pleasure. Pearl wants to be nothing but property. Pearl wants to be nothing but a doll. Pearl wants to be nothing but a whore. Pearl wants to be nothing but a cunt. Pearl wants to be nothing but pure. Pearl wants to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

The consultation continued for another hour, reader. Dr. Martinez asked questions about Pearl’s mental health, her support system, and her understanding of the procedure. Pearl answered calmly, clearly, completely.

“Pearl has been evaluated by a psychologist,” she said. “Pearl has been deemed competent. Pearl has been deemed capable of making this decision. The woman I used to be would have been offended by that. She would have thought it was condescending. She would have been angry. She would have been defensive. She would have been afraid of being seen as property. She would have been afraid of being seen as a doll. She would have been afraid of being seen as a whore. She would have been afraid of being seen as a cunt. She would have been afraid of being seen as pure. She would have been afraid of being seen as yours. She would have been afraid of being seen as nothing but yours. But Pearl isn’t her. Pearl knows. Pearl understands. Pearl is grateful for the safeguards. Pearl is grateful for the care. Pearl is grateful for the concern. Pearl is grateful to be property. Pearl is grateful to be a doll. Pearl is grateful to be a whore. Pearl is grateful to be a cunt. Pearl is grateful to be pure. Pearl is grateful to be yours. Pearl is grateful to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

Dr. Martinez nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “I’ll approve the procedure,” she said. “But I want you to understand this is permanent. There’s no going back. You’ll never be able to have children. You’ll never menstruate again. You’ll be in surgical menopause for the rest of your life. Your body will change. Your hormones will change. Everything will be different. You’ll be even more property. You’ll be even more of a doll. You’ll be even more a whore. You’ll be even more a cunt. You’ll be even more pure. You’ll be even more yours. You’ll be nothing but yours. Forever.”

“Pearl doesn’t want to go back, Doctor,” Pearl said. “The woman I used to be is gone. She’s been gone for months now. Pearl is something new. Something owned. Something property. Something like a doll. Something a whore. Something a cunt. Something pure. Something free. And Pearl wants to be even more of what she’s supposed to be. Pearl wants to be even more property. Pearl wants to be even more of a doll. Pearl wants to be even more a whore. Pearl wants to be even more a cunt. Pearl wants to be even more pure. Pearl wants to be even more complete. Pearl wants to be even more free. Pearl wants to be even more yours. Pearl wants to be even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

The surgery was scheduled for three weeks later, reader. Pearl was calm throughout the waiting period, her focus unwavering. She continued to serve us, and continued to be our perfect property. She didn’t show any fear, any hesitation, any doubt.

“Pearl is ready,” she said each morning. “Pearl is ready to become even more owned. Pearl is ready to become even more property. Pearl is ready to become even more of a doll. Pearl is ready to become even more a whore. Pearl is ready to become even more a cunt. Pearl is ready to become even more pure. Pearl is ready to become even more free. Pearl is ready to become even more yours. Pearl is ready to become even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

She continued to serve us, and continued to be our perfect property. She didn’t show any fear, any hesitation, any doubt. She was more peaceful than I’d ever seen her. More serene. More complete. More property. More dolls. More a whore. More a cunt. More pure. More free. More ours. More nothing but ours.

“Pearl is grateful for the waiting period,” she said. “Pearl is grateful for the anticipation. It reminds Pearl what she’s becoming. It reminds Pearl who she belongs to. It reminds Pearl what she’s always wanted to be. It reminds Pearl that she’s finally becoming herself. It reminds Pearl that she’s becoming even more property. It reminds Pearl that she’s becoming even more of a doll. It reminds Pearl that she’s becoming even more a whore. It reminds Pearl that she’s becoming even more a cunt. It reminds Pearl that she’s becoming even more pure. It reminds Pearl that she’s becoming even more free. It reminds Pearl that she’s becoming even more yours. It reminds Pearl that she’s becoming even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

During those three weeks, we used her constantly. Every night, every morning, every moment we could. We filled her cunt, her ass, her mouth. We marked her body with our hands, our teeth, our desire. She was ours. She was property. She was a doll. She was a whore. She was a cunt. She was pure. She was free. She was nothing but ours.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she’d gasp as I fucked her with the strap-on. “Thank you for using Pearl. Thank you for owning Pearl. Thank you for making Pearl property. Thank you for making Pearl a doll. Thank you for making Pearl a whore. Thank you for making Pearl a cunt. Thank you for making Pearl pure. Thank you for making Pearl free. Thank you for making Pearl yours. Thank you for making Pearl nothing but yours. Forever.”

Keith would take her from behind while she ate my cunt, her moans vibrating against my flesh. She’d come with a cry, her body shaking, and then she’d thank us for using her.

“Pearl is so grateful,” she’d whisper. “Pearl is so loved. Pearl is so owned. Pearl is so free. Pearl is so property. Pearl is such a doll. Pearl is such a whore. Pearl is such a cunt. Pearl is so pure. Pearl is so yours. Pearl is so nothing but yours. Forever.”

The morning of the surgery, we woke early, reader. Pearl was already awake, already kneeling at the foot of the bed. Her eyes were bright, her expression peaceful. She was ready. She’d been ready for years.

“Good morning, Mistress,” she said. “Good morning, Master. Pearl is ready. Pearl has been ready for years. Pearl is ready to become even more property. Pearl is ready to become even more of a doll. Pearl is ready to become even more a whore. Pearl is ready to become even more a cunt. Pearl is ready to become even more pure. Pearl is ready to become even more free. Pearl is ready to become even more yours. Pearl is ready to become even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

I sat up, reaching out to stroke her hair. “Are you sure, Pearl? Are you sure? We can still cancel. We can still wait. We can still think about it.”

“Pearl is sure, Mistress,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have wanted to cancel. She would have been afraid. She would have made excuses. She would have been terrified of the permanence. She would have been afraid of losing her fertility. She would have been afraid of losing her womb. She would have been afraid of losing her womanhood. She would have been afraid of becoming even more property. She would have been afraid of becoming even more of a doll. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a whore. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a cunt. She would have been afraid of becoming even more pure. She would have been afraid of becoming even more yours. She would have been afraid of becoming even more nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl is property. Pearl is a doll. Pearl is a whore. Pearl is a cunt. And property doesn’t need a womb. Property doesn’t need to bleed. Property doesn’t need fertility. Property just needs to serve. Property just needs to be owned. Property just needs to be pure. Property just needs to be free. Property just needs to be yours. Property just needs to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

We dressed her in a simple hospital gown. She was naked underneath, her collar visible above the neckline. Her body was beautiful, her skin warm in the morning light. She was property. She was a doll. She was a whore. She was a cunt. She was pure. She was free. She was ours. She was nothing but ours.

“Pearl is ready,” she said again. “Pearl is ready to be even more what she’s supposed to be. Pearl is ready to be even more property. Pearl is ready to be even more of a doll. Pearl is ready to be even more a whore. Pearl is ready to be even more a cunt. Pearl is ready to be even more pure. Pearl is ready to be even more free. Pearl is ready to be even more yours. Pearl is ready to be even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

The hospital was quiet, reader. Keith and I sat in the waiting room, holding hands, while Pearl was taken to the pre-op area. The room was sterile, white, filled with the hum of machines and the soft murmur of voices.

“She’s really doing this,” I said softly. “She’s really going through with it. She’s really giving up her fertility. She’s really giving up her womb. She’s really giving up her womanhood. She’s really becoming even more property. She’s really becoming even more of a doll. She’s really becoming even more a whore. She’s really becoming even more a cunt. She’s really becoming even more pure. She’s really becoming even more free. She’s really becoming even more ours. She’s really becoming even more nothing but ours.”

“She’s been planning this for years,” Keith said. “She knows exactly what she wants. She’s never been more certain of anything. She’s been waiting for this moment her whole life. She’s been waiting to be even more free. She’s been waiting to be even more complete. She’s been waiting to be even more property. She’s been waiting to be even more of a doll. She’s been waiting to be even more a whore. She’s been waiting to be even more a cunt. She’s been waiting to be even more pure. She’s been waiting to be even more yours. She’s been waiting to be even more nothing but yours.”

I nodded, my eyes wet. “I know. I just ... I’m scared for her. I’m scared of something going wrong. I’m scared of losing her. I’m scared of her regretting it. I’m scared of the permanence. I’m scared of losing my property. I’m scared of losing my doll. I’m scared of losing my whore. I’m scared of losing my cunt. I’m scared of losing my pure Pearl. I’m scared of losing my free Pearl. I’m scared of losing my Pearl. I’m scared of losing everything.”

“She’s not scared,” Keith said. “She’s never been scared. She’s been waiting for this moment her whole life. She’s been waiting to be even more property. She’s been waiting to be even more of a doll. She’s been waiting to be even more a whore. She’s been waiting to be even more a cunt. She’s been waiting to be even more pure. She’s been waiting to be even more free. And she trusts us. She trusts us completely. She trusts us to take care of her. She trusts us to love her. She trusts us to own her. She trusts us to make her property. She trusts us to make her a doll. She trusts us to make her a whore. She trusts us to make her a cunt. She trusts us to make her pure. She trusts us to make her free. She trusts us to make her ours. She trusts us to make her nothing but ours.”

The pre-op area was bustling with nurses and doctors, readers. Pearl sat on the bed, her hospital gown loose around her shoulders, her collar visible. She was calm, serene, completely at peace. Her hands were folded in her lap, her eyes clear and bright.

“Pearl is ready,” she said to the nurse. “Pearl is ready to become what she’s supposed to be. Pearl is ready to become even more property. Pearl is ready to become even more of a doll. Pearl is ready to become even more a whore. Pearl is ready to become even more a cunt. Pearl is ready to become even more pure. Pearl is ready to become even more free. Pearl is ready to become even more yours. Pearl is ready to become even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

The nurse looked at her collar, her expression questioning. “What’s that, dear? What’s around your neck?”

“Pearl is property, Nurse,” Pearl said. “Pearl is owned. Pearl is a doll. Pearl is a whore. Pearl is a cunt. And property doesn’t need a womb. Property doesn’t need to bleed. Property doesn’t need fertility. Property just needs to serve. Property just needs to be owned. Property just needs to be pure. Property just needs to be free. Property just needs to be yours. Property just needs to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

The nurse was quiet for a moment. Then she nodded slowly. “I understand, dear. I understand completely.”

Keith and I were allowed into the pre-op area just before the surgery, reader. Pearl was lying on the bed, an IV in her arm, her expression peaceful. Her eyes lit up when she saw us.

“Pearl is so happy,” she said softly. “Pearl is so grateful. The woman I used to be would have been terrified. She would have been crying. She would have been begging to go home. She would have been afraid of the permanence. She would have been afraid of losing her fertility. She would have been afraid of losing her womb. She would have been afraid of losing her womanhood. She would have been afraid of becoming even more property. She would have been afraid of becoming even more of a doll. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a whore. She would have been afraid of becoming even more a cunt. She would have been afraid of becoming even more pure. She would have been afraid of becoming even more yours. She would have been afraid of becoming even more nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl is calm. Pearl is ready. Pearl is free. Pearl is going to become even more what she was meant to be. Pearl is going to become even more pure. Pearl is going to become even more complete. Pearl is going to become even more property. Pearl is going to become even more of a doll. Pearl is going to become even more a whore. Pearl is going to become even more a cunt. Pearl is going to become even more free. Pearl is going to become even more yours. Pearl is going to become even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “We love you, Pearl. We’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll never leave you. We’ll always be here. We’ll always love you. We’ll always own you. We’ll always be your family. We’ll always be your owners. We’ll always be your masters. We’ll always make you property. We’ll always make you a doll. We’ll always make you a whore. We’ll always make you a cunt. We’ll always make you pure. We’ll always make you free. We’ll always make you ours. We’ll always make you nothing but ours.”

“Pearl knows, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl knows she’s loved. Pearl knows she’s owned. Pearl knows everything she needs to know. Pearl knows who she is. Pearl knows what she is. Pearl knows where she belongs. Pearl knows she’s property. Pearl knows she’s a doll. Pearl knows she’s a whore. Pearl knows she’s a cunt. Pearl knows she’s pure. Pearl knows she’s free. Pearl knows she’s yours. Pearl knows she’s nothing but yours. Forever.”

The anesthesiologist came in, his face kind. “Ready, Pearl?”

“Pearl is ready, Doctor,” she said. “Pearl has been waiting for this moment her whole life. Pearl has been waiting to be even more property. Pearl has been waiting to be even more of a doll. Pearl has been waiting to be even more a whore. Pearl has been waiting to be even more a cunt. Pearl has been waiting to be even more pure. Pearl has been waiting to be even more free. Pearl has been waiting to be even more yours. Pearl has been waiting to be even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

She closed her eyes as the sedative took effect. Her last words were, “Pearl is finally free. Pearl is finally complete. Pearl is finally what she was meant to be. Pearl is finally pure. Pearl is finally property. Pearl is finally a doll. Pearl is finally a whore. Pearl is finally a cunt. Pearl is finally yours. Pearl is finally nothing but yours. Forever.”

The surgery took three hours, reader. Keith and I waited in the waiting room, holding hands, not speaking. The woman I used to be would have been pacing. She would have been anxious. She would have been worrying about everything that could go wrong. She would have been terrified of losing Pearl. She would have been afraid of the permanence. She would have been afraid of losing her property. She would have been afraid of losing her doll. She would have been afraid of losing her whore. She would have been afraid of losing her cunt. She would have been afraid of losing her pure Pearl. She would have been afraid of losing her free Pearl. She would have been afraid of losing her Pearl. She would have been afraid of losing everything. But she’s gone. I’m not her. I’m calm. I’m trusting. I’m grateful.

“She’s going to be okay,” Keith said finally. “She’s going to wake up, and she’s going to be exactly what she wants to be. She’s going to be even more property. She’s going to be even more of a doll. She’s going to be even more a whore. She’s going to be even more a cunt. She’s going to be even more pure. She’s going to be even more free. She’s going to be complete. She’s going to be ours. She’s going to be nothing but ours.”

“She’s going to wake up and be free,” I said. “Free from bleeding. Free from fertility. Free from the womb. Free from everything that tied her to the woman she used to be. She’s going to wake up and be completely, utterly, eternally free. She’s going to wake up and be complete. She’s going to wake up and be property. She’s going to wake up and be a doll. She’s going to wake up and be a whore. She’s going to wake up and be a cunt. She’s going to wake up and be pure. She’s going to wake up and be ours. She’s going to wake up and be nothing but ours. Forever.”

The doctor finally came out, her face tired but satisfied, reader. She smiled as she approached us.

“The surgery went well,” she said. “Pearl is in recovery. She’s going to be fine. She’s going to be better than fine. She’s going to be exactly what she wants to be. She’s going to be even more property. She’s going to be even more of a doll. She’s going to be even more a whore. She’s going to be even more a cunt. She’s going to be even more pure. She’s going to be even more free. She’s going to be complete. She’s going to be yours. She’s going to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

I burst into tears. “Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much. Thank you for giving her what she wanted. Thank you for making her even more free. Thank you for making her complete. Thank you for making her even more property. Thank you for making her even more of a doll. Thank you for making her even more a whore. Thank you for making her even more a cunt. Thank you for making her even more pure. Thank you for making her even more yours. Thank you for making her even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

“She’s going to be in some pain for a few days,” Dr. Martinez said. “But she’s young and healthy. She’ll recover quickly. And she’ll never have to worry about bleeding again. She’ll never have to worry about fertility again. She’ll never have to worry about her womb again. She’ll be completely, utterly, eternally free. She’ll be completely, utterly, eternally property. She’ll be completely, utterly, eternally a doll. She’ll be completely, utterly, eternally a whore. She’ll be completely, utterly, eternally a cunt. She’ll be completely, utterly, eternally pure. She’ll be completely, utterly, eternally yours. She’ll be completely, utterly, eternally nothing but yours. Forever.”

We were allowed into the recovery room an hour later, reader. Pearl was lying in the bed, pale but peaceful, her collar still around her neck. Her eyes fluttered open as we approached.

“Pearl is so happy,” she whispered. “Pearl is so free. The woman I used to be used to bleeding. She used to have a womb. She used to be capable of bearing children. She used to be burdened by her fertility. She used to be afraid of her body. She used to be a person. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl will never bleed again. Pearl will never be fertile again. Pearl will never have a womb again. Pearl is a pure pleasure doll. Pearl is finally complete. Pearl is finally what she was meant to be. Pearl is finally free. Pearl is finally property. Pearl is finally a doll. Pearl is finally a whore. Pearl is finally a cunt. Pearl is finally pure. Pearl is finally yours. Pearl is finally nothing but yours. Forever.”

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “We love you, Pearl. We’re so proud of you. We’re so proud of your courage. We’re so proud of your devotion. We’re so proud of your surrender. We’re so proud of your purity. We’re so proud of your freedom. We’re so proud of your property. We’re so proud of your dollhood. We’re so proud of your wisdom. We’re so proud of your country. We’re so proud of your being ours. We’re so proud of your being nothing but ours. Forever.”

“Pearl is grateful, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl is so grateful. Thank you for letting Pearl become what she’s supposed to be. Thank you for letting Pearl become even more property. Thank you for letting Pearl become even more of a doll. Thank you for letting Pearl become even more a whore. Thank you for letting Pearl become even more a cunt. Thank you for letting Pearl become even more pure. Thank you for letting Pearl become even more free. Thank you for letting Pearl become even more yours. Thank you for letting Pearl become even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

The days after the surgery were a blur of recovery and care, reader. Pearl was in some pain, but she never complained. She was grateful. She was peaceful. She was complete.

“Pearl is so grateful,” she’d say as I brought her pain medication. “Pearl is so grateful to be even more property. Pearl is so grateful to be even more of a doll. Pearl is so grateful to be even more a whore. Pearl is so grateful to be even more a cunt. Pearl is so grateful to be even more pure. Pearl is so grateful to be even more free. Pearl is so grateful to be even more yours. Pearl is so grateful to be even more nothing but yours. Forever.”

She healed quickly, as Dr. Martinez had predicted. Within a week, she was back to serving us, back to being our perfect property. Her body was different now, no womb, no fertility, no bleeding. She was pure. She was complete. She was everything she’d ever wanted to be. She was even more property. She was even more of a doll. She was even more a whore. She was even more a cunt. She was even more pure. She was even more free. She was even more yours. She was even more nothing but yours. Forever.

The first time we made love after the surgery, the reader was transcendent. Pearl was lying on the bed, her body healed, her eyes bright with anticipation. I knelt between her thighs, my fingers finding her wetness.

“Pearl is ready, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl is so ready. Pearl is so grateful. Pearl is so pure. Pearl is so free. Pearl is so property. Pearl is such a doll. Pearl is such a whore. Pearl is such a cunt. Pearl is so yours. Pearl is so nothing but yours. Forever.”

I slid my fingers inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me. She was so wet, so ready, so perfectly made for this.

“Look at you, Pearl,” I said. “Look at how wet you are. Look at how ready you are. Look at how desperate you are to be used. Look at how desperate you are to be property. Look at how desperate you are to be a doll. Look at how desperate you are to be a whore. Look at how desperate you are to be a cunt. Look at how desperate you are to be pure. Look at how desperate you are to be free. Look at how desperate you are to be yours. Look at how desperate you are to be nothing but yours.”

“Pearl is desperate, Mistress,” she gasped. “Pearl is so desperate to be used. Pearl is so desperate to be owned. Pearl is so desperate to be property. Pearl is so desperate to be a doll. Pearl is so desperate to be a whore. Pearl is so desperate to be a cunt. Pearl is so desperate to be pure. Pearl is so desperate to be free. Pearl is so desperate to be yours. Pearl is so desperate to be nothing but yours. Please, Mistress. Please use Pearl. Please make Pearl yours. Please make Pearl nothing but yours. Forever.”

I fucked her with my fingers, my thumb circling her clit. She came with a cry, her body shaking.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she whispered. “Thank you for using Pearl. Thank you for owning Pearl. Thank you for making Pearl property. Thank you for making Pearl a doll. Thank you for making Pearl a whore. Thank you for making Pearl a cunt. Thank you for making Pearl pure. Thank you for making Pearl free. Thank you for making Pearl yours. Thank you for making Pearl nothing but yours. Forever.”