The Scheduled Vaginoplasty

The private surgical suite was on the top floor of a discreet coastal clinic in Goa—glass walls overlooking the Arabian Sea, soft ambient lighting, the faint scent of sandalwood and antiseptic.

Eva had been fasting since midnight.

She arrived at 5:45 a.m., naked except for the pink chastity cage (which the surgical team would remove under anesthesia), the dog-ear headband still clipped into her hair, and the thick pink collar engraved MATING BITCH.

Mistress had decided to keep both during the procedure—“so you remember who you belong to, even when you’re under.”

A nurse in pale-blue scrubs greeted them with professional warmth.

“Ms. Vaughn, and… Eva.

We’re ready for you.”

Eva crawled the entire length of the corridor on hands and knees—leashed to Mistress’s wrist—tail plug still in place, swaying behind her with every movement.

The plug was hollow, as always, ready for immediate use if any of the clinic’s “therapy dogs” (two calm, trained Labradors kept on-site for certain patients) were needed for post-op stimulation.

The operating theater was bright and cool.

Eva was lifted onto the padded surgical table.

Her legs were placed in padded stirrups, spread wide and elevated.

The anesthesiologist smiled kindly.

“You’ll be asleep in about thirty seconds, sweetheart.

When you wake up, you’ll have a beautiful new pussy—exactly what Mommy ordered.”

Mistress leaned over Eva, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“This is the last piece, puppy.

No more tiny clit.

No more cage.

Just a perfect, tight, fuckable cunt made for real cocks… and real knots.”

Eva’s voice was soft, clear, trembling with a mix of fear and devotion:

“Thank you, Mommy…

I want it… I want to be… completely yours…”

The mask descended over her face.

Cold gas filled her lungs.

“Count backward from ten, darling.”

“Ten… nine… eight…”

Darkness took her.

She woke slowly in recovery—soft beeping monitors, gentle pressure between her legs, a dull ache that felt strangely… right.

Mistress was already there, holding her hand.

A female surgeon in scrubs stood at the foot of the bed, smiling.

“Everything went perfectly.

Full penile inversion vaginoplasty with clitoral hood and labiaplasty.

Depth is excellent—six and a half inches.

Very natural appearance.

She’ll need dilation three times a day for the first three months, but sensation should return quickly thanks to the nerve-sparing technique.”

Mistress stroked Eva’s cheek.

“Can she see?”

The surgeon lifted the sheet gently.

Eva looked down.

Where her tiny caged clit and shriveled balls had been was now a smooth, pink vulva—neat outer lips, delicate inner folds, a small hooded clitoris at the top.

A thin silicone stent (medical dilator) was taped in place to maintain depth.

Tears welled up instantly.

“It’s… beautiful…”

Mistress kissed her forehead.

“It’s yours, puppy.

No more pretending.

This is your real pussy now—made for breeding, for knots, for serving.”

The recovery nurse brought a mirror on a stand.

Eva stared at her reflection—still feminine, still collared, dog ears still in place, but now undeniably complete.

She whispered:

“Thank you, Mommy…

I feel… whole.”

Mistress smiled.

“You are whole.

And tonight, when the stent comes out for the first dilation session, your mates will be the first to christen it.”

Eva’s new pussy clenched around the stent at the thought—already wet, already eager.

The nurse adjusted the IV.

“Rest now.

You’ll be discharged tomorrow morning.

Full activity resumes in ten days, but light use is allowed sooner if Mistress approves.”

Mistress leaned close, lips brushing Eva’s ear.

“Tomorrow we start training your new cunt to take the knot.

You’ll crawl again—naked, plugged, leashed—

and the first dog who wants you will have you right there on the path.”

Eva’s breath hitched.

“Yes, Mommy…

I want them… to breed my new pussy… in public… like a real bitch…”

Mistress kissed her deeply.

“Soon, my perfect girl.

Very soon.”

Eva drifted back to sleep—smiling, aching, complete.

The next chapter of her life had already begun.