Below is
Chapter 8 of AVVE and it is quite long hence the delay in posting, as readers will
also see there are two illustrations accompanying it. These are how I see our
hero (us, I suppose) being subjugated and forcibly feminised by the women now
controlling him.
My usual
thanks to all who commented and to those who were thoughtful enough to tick the
‘more’ box. This support really does
mean a lot.
Pressure on
time meant I could only reread this once so hopefully I got all the grammatical
errors and typos. If not apologies as I know these can be annoying.
Nothing more to be said apart from I hope you enjoy it.
Carrie
A Very
Victorian Education
By
CarrieP
Chapter 8
The heavy velvet curtains of the bedroom windows could no
longer contain the emerging sunlight and from behind the weighty material the
dull but distinct morning light slowly began to invade the room. Almost
instinctively the solitary figure in the large bed stirred slightly before
stretching out arms which were encased in wide billowy sleeves of the most
delicate diaphanous pink tulle that were gathered tightly at the wrist. Slowly his
brain began sending out signals, his hands reached out and felt the smooth silk
of the large frilled pillows before slipping under the bedcovers and running
them over his torso. Despite his drowsiness the merest touch of the soft and
delicate satin material was enough to rouse him yet he deliberately kept his
eyes shut in a hopelessly futile attempt to deny the evidence of his tactile
senses. The sensation caused him to wince, his hands recoiled immediately from
the softness of the fabric and his eyes remained firmly closed. He prayed,
implored, beseeched that his fingers were playing tricks on his brain, maybe
this time he would awake in his own bed in his own home but almost immediately
he realised just how futile his
supplications were. He moved his legs and once more felt the soft satin caress
his lower limbs. Nothing had changed and reluctantly he opened his eyes and
slowly lifted the bedcovers allowing his eyes to confirm what his hands and
fingers had already told him. He was draped from neck to ankle in a soft pale
pink satin nightgown, a woman’s nightgown, his hands drifted to his head where
he they detected yet another satin object covering his hair. By now he had realised he was
once again awakening into yet another day of his now almost nightmarish life, a
life in which he would be dressed in corsets, petticoats and elaborate gowns of
the most feminine fabrics.
The boy remained in the bed and with every movement he
writhed in shame as the satin hugged and stroked his bare skin reminding him
that his subjugation at the hands of Lady Charlotte de Winter was continuing.
Lady Charlotte had recently been installed in locum parentis by his mother while she was on an extended vacation
to the continent. As if these garments were not humiliating enough he was now forced
to wear a satin hair bonnet to keep his hair in place during the night. This
was an outrageously feminine item which reinforced his status as a forcibly feminised
male, subject to a strict feminising regimen at the hands of this formidable lady.
It would be expected that any boy finding himself dressed in such unmanly and
demeaning garments would immediately rebel and divest himself of them but
Aubrey St. Clair, whose body they decorated made no such attempt. The strength
he had before he entered this house had been drained from by an exotic
concoction administered by Lady Charlotte. This had left him with the strength
of a twelve year old girl and just like a twelve year old girl he was helpless
and now subject to her authority. Lady Charlotte felt his arrogant and macho
behaviour would quickly lead him down a path of ruin and decided inculcating
the youth with the virtues of the female sex would not only greatly benefit him
but save him from a life of degradation and debauchery. Of course he was now
helpless to oppose her plans and to this end she had appointed Alice, her head housemaid
as his Governess. Alice was a woman of strong character and even stronger views
on disciplining young men and he had now been placed under her strict supervision
to be tutored in the graceful and elegant ways of a young lady.
Now fully awake and conscious of his surroundings Aubrey looked
closely at the heavy curtains as they tried to keep out the sunlight, this he
hoped would extend the few precious moments he could have alone free from the
oppressive feminine company that he now had to endure on a daily basis. However
he knew from recent bitter experience that just as it was impossible to blot
out the sun it was equally impossible to prevent these overbearing women from
coercing him into wearing female clothing and subsequently controlling his
every move. As the light grew stronger he knew his time alone would not last
much longer, soon the bedroom door would open and his Governess would appear accompanied by a housemaid, he
had come to accept this was as inevitable as the sun rising each morning. Being
compelled to wear these feminine garments had diminished his identity as a male
but even this was not enough for Lady Charlotte and to further enhance his
feminine appearance she had the most ingenious and realistic female breast
forms affixed to his chest by a most effective adhesive. She had modified him
physically and was now intent on effecting a similar modification to his mind,
in essence to replace his male thinking process with that of a young submissive
female and this would be his greatest challenge- to retain a sense of his
masculinity while being imprisoned in female clothing. This, however, was
proving to be more difficult than one would imagine, for some unfathomable
reason his Governess appeared to have an uncanny ability to sense deception or subterfuge
on his behalf. This had resulted in him receiving various punishments and one
of the worst was being obliged to wear a satin hair bonnet which provided the
maids with much amusement.
These were the thoughts that ran through his mind as he
decided that he would rather face his tormentors not cowered under his satin
quilt but standing as a man, albeit a man dressed in a nightgown and a pink
satin hair bonnet but a man nevertheless. On previous days he had been reluctant
to leave his bed, this was taken as a sign of weakness and only emboldened the
maids- with the tacit support of his Governess no doubt- to treat him in much
the same way as a petulant child. He could still hear their disdainful and
snide remarks as they stood over him while he trembled in the bed. He resolved
that this would no longer be the case, his quiet rebellion would start today.
“No” he murmured sotto
voce, and decided he’d already had enough indignities imposed on him why
should he provide them with further opportunities to belittle him. He quickly
threw back the bedcovers and looked down at his satin clad body, gave a
resigned and despondent sigh before swinging his legs out of the bed and
without even thinking he slipped his feet into the two inch kitten heeled
slippers which matched his nightgown perfectly. The elevated feminine footwear
posed no problems for him as he glided across the room, his pink satin nightgown
protruding as his perfectly formed faux breasts
moved gently under the soft material. He passed one of the full length dressing
mirrors and although the room was still in semi darkness the figure reflected
back was undoubtedly female. It was a sight he had become used to but
nevertheless his heart sank at the image and as he stood there trying to
discern some semblance of his masculinity he suddenly realised he had not
urinated since ten o’ clock the previous evening. He quickly made his way to
the adjoining bathroom and was grateful that Lady Charlotte had installed a new plumbing system several years ago, otherwise he would have had
to use a chamber pot.
He stood over the toilet and began to draw up his nightgown
when he remembered a most explicit warning from his Governess,
“You will be required to comport yourself as a female at all times
and I do mean at all times even when Lady Charlotte or I am not present, as I
have already shown you on numerous occasions I can easily detect when a boy is
trying to deceive me so believe me when I say failure to do so will be viewed
as wilful disobedience and punished accordingly.”
He had been told that these rules applied especially when he
wished to urinate- as no woman would stand when relieving herself. Although he
was now humiliated on a daily basis by having to wear female clothing the most
mortifying occasions were when he had to use the bathroom as he was required to
leave the door open so the maids could observe him sitting on the toilet. It
was the
most degrading of his Governess’s decrees but refusal to comply would
ensure a swift and painful response from her. Even now alone, much as he
desperately wanted to perform this basic bodily function like a male a deep
sense of foreboding engulfed him and he felt he was being watched even though
there was no other person in the room. He tried to dismiss this as paranoia but
such was his dread of breaching his Governess’s rules he dared not take the
risk, slowly he lifted the voluminous material of the nightgown to his waist
and just like a girl he lowered himself onto the toilet. He cursed himself for
his lack of backbone.
“What a wonderful surprise Sarah, the young master is
powdering his nose.” a familiar voice disrupted his thoughts, he looked up to
see the now omnipresent and imposing figure of Miss Alice his Governess standing at the
doorway with Sarah one of the housemaids just behind her, a broad smile across
her pretty face.
Aubrey gasped and seeing them with smug, self-satisfied
looks on their faces he blushed deeply at their intrusion and instinctively his
hands covered his groin and he clasped his legs together which only served to
increase their amusement.
This woman seems to
appear from nowhere he thought to himself while at the same time he
breathed a huge sigh of relief that he had followed his gut instinct and sat on
the toilet in the required feminine manner. Without even considering the irony
he said to himself,
This must be what’s called feminine intuition.
Seemingly oblivious
to the boy’s discomfort Alice continued,
“I believe my young pupil is finally absorbing the
fundamentals of everyday life as a girl and without having to be
told... very impressive. Her ladyship will be most pleased.” As she gathered
her skirts and turned to leave said added “please join us when you have
finished... and do not forget to wipe yourself in the usual feminine fashion.
It would also be a good idea to perform your morning ablutions – unless of
course you would like Sarah to assist you?”
He shook his head and was relieved when they left.
“No... somehow I didn’t think you would.” Alice said a smile
forming at her mouth as she finally exited the bathroom.
When he re-entered
the bedroom he saw Alice was busy sorting various garments that Sarah had laid
out on the bed’s deep satin quilt. It was time for him to be dressed and even
though he had gone through this process every day since he first arrived at
Lady Charlotte’s house his heart sank as it signalled the first of many humiliations
he had to endure each and every day. Such was the trauma he now experienced in
a daily basis he had lost track of the number of days he been under Lady
Charlotte’s authority and forced to wear female clothing.
“Come here boy.” Alice said tersely as she saw him
sheepishly enter, she continued to arrange various items of clothing on the bed
as she continued to address him “You should know the mistress is given daily
reports on your training, of course she can see this for herself in her
frequent visits to the nursery but as she is not present for large parts of
your education she values my opinion on your progress.”
Aubrey was only too well aware of this as Lady Charlotte
made unannounced visits several times every day and Alice made sure he was
always engaged in some form of feminine activity, it could be sowing, flower
arranging and lately she had shown him how to lace a corset and iron a blouse. Using
a long dark wig of human hair she even gave him lessons on how to arrange
female hair in various styles, pointing out that although a young lady may
never be required to perform such tasks she should understand how they are
carried out. He considered that if he appeared interested in these tedious and
demeaning feminine activities Lady Charlotte may look favourably on him and
release him from the bondage of corsets and petticoats. These considerations as
well as the sheer boredom of days in the nursery with only Alice or one of the
maids for company meant he became reasonably competent at such chores.
Now standing at the bed he winced at the array of female
underwear laid out for him, among the many humiliations he would have to endure
throughout the day he always found his morning dressing one of the worst. Once
he was divested of his peignoir and nightgown he was naked and vulnerable and
covering his genitals with his hands invariably brought a smile to both Alice
and the maids as they dressed him. Today was no different.
“Oh isn’t that so sweet, our young man is still so concerned
for his male modesty.” Alice said sarcastically “now as I was saying the
mistress believes you may, and I emphasise may have made sufficient progress to
allow you the opportunity to convince her you have changed.”
She looked at the ridiculous figure in front of her and
arching her eyebrows slightly asked him,
“Do you think you have changed?”
Aubrey’s mind raced, had done enough to persuade Lady
Charlotte to allow him out from under the thumb of his Governess? Of course he
had, he instantly concluded. However he was conflicted, part of him he was
delighted to be able to flee from Alice’s prying eyes but another part felt
more than a little disturbed that in Lady Charlotte’s view he had achieved her
goal of proficiency in feminine deportment. Did she consider him now male or
female? He felt anything would be better than to be kept in this nursery under
Alice’s strict supervision. The lesser of two evils.
“Oh..oh yes Miss Alice.” he blurted “I have changed.”
“Mmm... perhaps.” Alice replied not sounding totally
convinced. “but it is Lady Charlotte’s decision.”
She handed him a pair of knee length cream silk bloomers
which were gathered tightly at the knee.
Hilda the housemaid
giggled as he turned sideways before stepping into them in a vain attempt to
protect his genitals from their smirking faces. He stood silently as she placed a silk chemise
of pale peach over his head and with a resigned look on his face watched Alice,
as she had done on countless occasions, pick up a long heavy corset in a
similar colour from the bed. Without any
instruction from his Governess he moved in his newly acquired submissive manner
to the end of the bed and placed both arms on the bedpost, awaiting his
impending constrictive confinement in the dreadful garment. He had learned from bitter experience it was
far better to immediately conform to her instructions. The merest hint of
protest or indeed hesitation would be considered by Alice and Lady Charlotte as
a reversion to the male arrogance they loathed and would inevitably cast doubt
on his progress to date – something that would prolong his torture in female
clothing. He strongly suspected Alice wanted this as it would mean an extension
of her dominion over him, it would also result in the continuing petty humiliations
at the hands her maids.
“Perhaps the mistress is correct after all, and you are at
last embracing the feminine aesthetic” Alice said in a sweet voice as she
tugged at the corset’s lower laces as he held on firmly to the bedpost.
He winced slightly as he felt the corset tighten around his
waist but made no reply. Alice continued,
“I can’t imagine too many young virile men accepting being put
into corsets and petticoats without putting up some resistance.” she taunted,
as she now worked on the corset’s upper laces, jerking his torso back towards
her.
Her words caused him more discomfort than the stiff and
figure hugging stays that were shaping his body into a feminine figure. She
knew only too well he was robbed of his strength and was unable to prevent his
confinement in feminine clothing. He felt tears well up behind his eyes and it
took all his willpower to contain an outpouring of sobbing.
“Oh you’re probably excusing your predicament of your lack
of male physical vigour but I think we both know that is a very feeble defence.”
she said as she tugged firmly at the laces and making the final adjustments
before tying them in a series of knots and expertly concealing the slack so
there would be no visible sign of the lacing once he was in his gown.
A look of disbelief came over his face at this prescient
remark. Yet again she had dumbfounded him with her ability to seemingly read
his mind.
“Don’t look so surprised that I know this, it is written all
over your face.” she answered his stupefied gaze “you are wallowing in
self-pity but the truth is you deserve to be in skirts. Most boys would have rebelled,put
up a fight of some sort, it would it would have been futile of course but at
least it would have showed some backbone but you...”
She paused and stroked his face with her long slender
fingers and smiled,
“Well, you meekly accepted your fate and allowed her
ladyship to dress you like a girl.”
“But... I ... I was...”he sobbed as the tears ran down his
cheeks.
“Hush dear boy.” Alice said softly as she held his hands in
hers “it really doesn’t matter. All that masculine arrogance was just pretence,
mere artifice, a product of male peer pressure. But now that you have been
removed from such a dreadful environment you can rediscover your true personality.”
Of course this was not the first time Alice had mentioned
his failure to display any basic male qualities, in fact she made a point of
referring to his shameful cowardice at least once every day. Naturally this
eroded the boy’s already low self-esteem, however for Alice it meant the
gradual acceptance of her dominion over him and although she felt he still
retained a degree of masculinity she sensed it was only a matter of time before
he surrendered it. It had been a long time since she had feminised a boy and he
was developing into a beautiful specimen, she deeply longed to savour every
moment of his humiliation. Her only concern was that if she completed her task
too soon Lady Charlotte may feel she was no longer required and return her to
her former position as head housemaid. She would have to find a way to retain
possession of the boy for as long as she could and decided to curtail her
teasing and allow him to recover before he was presented to her mistress.
Stepping forward she wiped away his tears and motioned him
to sit on the bed and as he walked the few steps she smiled contentedly at the
effect the corset had on his figure. His waist constricted, his back straight
as a die, shoulders pulled back pushing forward his incredibly realistic
breast- forms he lowered himself onto the bed. Alice nodded to Hilda who
expertly began to roll silk stocking up his legs and affixed them to the
dangling garters. He remained silent as she performed her task, his brain was
still processing Alice’s words trying to convince himself that he did make
several attempts to resist, Alice’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Hilda, fetch Master Aubrey’s petticoats.” she instructed
the maid and turning to him said “I think I will leave your bustle until the
afternoon. Unless of course you would like to wear one?”
He hated having to wear a bustle, they were so awkward and
uncomfortable. He shook his head.
“Very well then just the petticoats.” Alice confirmed to
Hilda who had joined them with a long silk petticoat.
Alice smiled as the boy- without having to be told- stood
and raised his arms in the air to allow the first silk petticoat to be placed
over his head and tied about his corseted waist. This was followed by a navy
blue taffeta one and he knew the combination of silk and taffeta would mean
every step would create an unmistakeable feminine sound. Hilda then placed a third petticoat in white silk with deep flounces at the hem
over his head and ensured all three were securely tied.
“As a reward for your progress her ladyship has said you can
pick your own gown” Alice instructed him before adding “just like a real grown
up girl.”
He followed her to
the walk-in closet and held his petticoats in an attempt to dampen their
rustling.
“Now dear boy.” Alice said as she gestured to
dozens of gowns hanging from rails either side of the closet “as you can see
the mistress has wonderful taste and such a variety to choose from.”
“What about
this one?”she said as she lovingly stroked the skirt of an embroidered silver
silk-satin gown.
He made no
reply. Up to now he felt some small comfort in that he had no choice in the
matter, every day he was presented with a gown and told he was to wear it. Now
he was being told he had to choose his own gown, it was like a prisoner being
told he must choose his own form of punishment from a list of equally horrible
options. Cringing inside at having to make such a decision he nevertheless knew
he would have to do so at some point, it was a question of taking the least
worst option. If he was being forced to choose he felt it should be the least
attractive gown, a gown that would not solicit attention. Something in a muted
colour with little or no adornment, something very plain and looking at the
vast array of sumptuous gowns in the most luxurious fabrics, Chinese silks,
Brussels lace, heavy satins from France,
Irish linen, the finest American cotton. The aroma of Lady Charlotte’s various
perfumes lingered on each one as they did on the corsets and petticoats he
wore, a reminder in case he forgot that he was wearing the gowns and
undergarments of the woman who had dominated him since his arrival and was
intent in forcing him to dress and behave as a girl.
“This is a
particularly fetching gown, I think it would really suit you.” Alice said as
she removed a gown from the rail and held it up to him “it’s a two piece gown
of claret coloured velvet and taffeta with a short train and just look at those
gorgeous swags of silk draping the skirt.”
This was
the style that she knew made him squirm but then again every female garment had
a similar effect on him.
“No?
Perhaps you are right, after all it requires a bustle and you’re not wearing
one. Pity you would look wonderful in it. Perhaps I can find something similar
without a bustle.” Alice said as she returned the gown to its position.
Aubrey quickly
scanned the rows of dresses and out of the corner of his eye spotted one that
seemed plainer than the rest. He retrieved it from the rail and thought if he
had to choose something this was probably the most understated of Lady
Charlotte’s collection. It was a dark blue linen gown with deep pleats, a high collar
and hand stitched tucks. Cringing at what he was about to say he swallowed hard
and addressed his Governess.
“Please Miss Alice I’d like
to wear this one.” he said in his most deferential voice knowing that she
delighted in such a display of subservience.
“Mmm it is
rather plain.” she said as she examined the gown “I’m not really sure that gown
really captures the essence of what we are trying to achieve with your training.
Let me see if I can find something more suitable for…”
“Excuse me
Miss” Hilda interrupted “the mistress’s maid has said her ladyship is enquiring
as to why Master Aubrey has not been presented to her.”
“I suppose
it will have to do for now” Alice said sulkily and took the dress back into the
bedroom.
Despite the
humiliation of the corset and petticoats he was dressed in Aubrey allowed
himself a little smile as he followed her to the bedroom. Hilda’s announcement
had injected urgency into proceedings and in a matter of minutes his dressing
was completed and after the minimum of face powder was applied he found himself
outside Lady Charlotte’s bedroom door.
“Enter” the
unmistakable voice of Lady Charlotte rang out in response to Alice’s soft knock
on the door.
“Ah there
you are, my darling boy.” she said as he stood in the middle of the room with
Alice by his side.
Lady
Charlotte said at her dressing table in a pale blue satin peignoir and fixed
him with her eyes. He felt Alice’s elbow touch his arm and holding the skirts
of his gown he curtsied.
“Oh how
delightful!” Lady Charlotte gushed “Simply delightful, now come here dear boy it
is time we had a little talk.”
He
approached her, the sound of his rustling petticoats filling the room and once
he was standing in front of her Alice began to move towards them.
“It’s all
right Alice you may go.” Lady Charlotte said.
“But m’lady
I….”Alice began but got no further.
“Alice!”
Lady Charlotte said quietly but with an unmistakeable firmness “you may
go…now.”
“Yes
m’lady.”Alice replied meekly and curtsied before leaving the room.
It was
quite obvious that Alice had been put firmly in her place by her mistress and for the second time in the space of ten
minutes Aubrey allowed himself another smile as he watched his Governess
depart.
“I have
missed you Aubrey.”Lady Charlotte said as she kissed him softly on the cheek
“but I think we both know if you are to achieve your goals you had to be
instructed in how to behave as a female. So I do hope you have been diligent
and absorbed the lessons of femininity. ”
She took
him by the hand and led him to the bed where Lisa her lady’s maid, was busy
arranging items on the bed. She was dressed in a blue serge uniform with the
small white apron lady’s maids wore to distinguish them from the housemaids, a
small lace cap on pinned to her auburn hair. He gasped when his eyes fell upon
a pair of dark linen trousers, white cotton shirt, a dark waistcoat and
matching jacket- the clothes he wore when he first crossed Lady Charlotte’s
threshold.
“Stay here
for a moment.” she said as she disappeared into the walk in closet.
“You do
look very….handsome today Master Aubrey.” the maid said with a brazen smirk “what
a lovely dress, so becoming.”
Despite the
humiliation of being imprisoned in female attire for weeks now he still
squirmed at such remarks from the servants and blushed furiously.
“Yes
Aubrey, your clothes.” Lady Charlotte said as she rejoined him “and you can
wear them again.”
“Oh thank
you Lady Charlotte.” he gushed as he held the trousers to the skirt of his
gown.
“You see I
am not so demanding that I would confine you to skirts forever.” she said and
nodded to Lisa who stepped forward and took the garment from his grasp
returning it to the bed.”But first you have to convince me that you have indeed
changed and have fully embraced the virtuous characteristics and demeanor of
the fairer sex.”
He was
crestfallen and could feel his path to freedom being stolen from him by the
maid’s hands. Panic quickly rose to the surface.
“Oh I have changed
Lady Charlotte.” he blurted, nervously holding his skirts as he watched Lisa
fold his clothes neatly and immediately decided it would help his case if he
displayed more enthusiasm and added
with as much exuberance as he could muster
“I have realised how much my
behaviour has offended the female sex and have come to appreciate the
graciousness of all things feminine. I really have learned so much.”
“I’m
delighted to hear it.” Lady Charlotte replied “but I wonder is it too soon for
you, I do not wish to put you under pressure perhaps another week or two in the
nursery but be the best course.”
“Oh no….
Lady Charlotte.” he answered quickly, an unmistakable hint of fear in his voice
as he watched the maid place his clothes in the bottom drawer of a tallboy “I’m
sure I am ready, I have been very attentive and have learned so much about how
to behave properly. Please give me a chance to prove it to you.”
“Excuse me
m’lady.” Lisa said approaching Lady Charlotte “you asked me to remind you about
the letter you required to have delivered this morning.”
“Ah yes,
good girl.” her mistress replied reaching for an envelope from her bureau “deliver
this by hand and wait for a reply and make sure you do not mention that you are
my servant. You had better remove you cap and apron and take one of my coats to
cover up your uniform. Now hurry I need it delivered by noon.”
“Yes m’lady
but what about your dressing should I call Miss Alice to assist you?” the maid asked.
“No that is
quite all right Lisa, from what Alice tells me I’m sure Master Aubrey can
perform that task quite admirably while
we finish our conversation.” Lady Charlotte answered and turning to the boy
asked “am I correct in that assumption Aubrey?”
“Oh yes
Lady Charlotte.” he replied enthusiastically, immediately realising this was a test and instinctively knew that
impressing Lady Charlotte with his newly acquired knowledge of femininity
combined with a display of obedience and submissiveness would hopefully
convince her of his intent to change.
Lisa closed the door behind her and left
Aubrey and Lady Charlotte alone.
“Yes I
think you have come a long way Aubrey.” Lady Charlotte said as she fixed the
youth with her expressive blue eyes and stood so close to him he could feel her
breath on his face. “You look a little ill at ease in your gown and despite
your delicate features you still retain a hint of masculinity but if what you say
is true then I’m sure your demeanour and willingness to please me will more
than compensate for these imperfections.”
He was so
close her breasts were touching his own and her womanly scent worked its way
into his brain. He tried desperately to distract himself from the swelling between
his legs and hoped that she would not notice.
“Aubrey are
you…becoming… excited?” she said calmly.
“Oh…please…Lady
Charlotte…I umm….”he stammered his face reddening by the second.
“I suppose
you haven’t been milked this morning, have you?” she asked arching her eyebrows
as she pressed her hand into his groin and despite his bulky petticoats he felt
the pressure of her hand against his member and added “No need to answer.”
She led by
the hand to her dressing table where she retrieved a lightly quilted pink satin
mitten.
“Lift your
dress and petticoats.” she instructed.
“Oh..
please… Lady Charlotte I’m…so sorry I..” he blurted, his face now the colour of
a London pillarbox.
He stood in
front of her, petticoats and gown raised above his thighs as she placed the
mitten onto her hand and slipped it into the slit of his silk bloomers.
“I should
have expected this.” she sighed, a note of resignation in her voice as she took
hold of his erect penis. “it’s probably the exquisite feel of your silk
bloomers and petticoats against your… ahem… skin.
He
whimpered as he felt the satin mitten contract against his rigid penis and his
eyes felt as if they could explode in their sockets.
“You see
Aubrey girls love the sensation of silks and satins on their skin.” she said in
a calm voice as if she were reading a train timetable “and in my experience so
do effeminate males, you know what an effeminate boy is, don’t you Aubrey.”
“Aaaah…”he
groaned as she applied more pressure. “y… yes.”
“Then tell
me.” she replied.
“Boys….” he
hesitated trying to pick his words, but he felt another surge of intense and
exquisite pleasure rush to his brain and the words shot from his mouth “boys
who like to dress like girls.”
“Precisely,
what a clever boy you are.” Lady Charlotte trilled and squeezed him again “now
tell me Aubrey, are you an effeminate boy?”
Another
long squeeze at the head of his member, he felt his legs weaken and his temples
thumping.
“I’m
waiting.” she said now rubbing the tip of his penis against the soft satin
material. It was too much for the boy.
“Yes…yes…
I..am… an effeminate boy.” he cried out, so close to climaxing he thought his
brain would explode.
“That’s all
I wanted to hear.” Lady Charlotte said looking at him directly in the eye and
paused before repeating the phrase in a soft voice “An effeminate boy. I am
so glad we have established that fact.”
The words
in her mouth, said without malice or contempt merely restated his own utterances
had an immediate effect. His penis suddenly became quite limp and shrivelled to
the point of being almost undetectable. Now holding it between her thumb and
forefinger she calmly put the now tiny appendage back inside the folds of his
silk bloomers and withdrew her hand leaving him still holding his skirts and
petticoats up around his waist and panting like a deranged Can-Can dancer.
She took
his hands in hers allowing his skirts to fall around his legs and silently she
smoothed out the crumpled material and arranged them to her satisfaction. The
implication of his words reverberated in his brain and he could not meet her
eye when she spoke.
“Don’t be
so glum Aubrey and do not blame yourself.” Lady Charlotte smiled sweetly as she
and held his face in her hands and was clearly delighted at his admission. “It
really is not your fault, some males struggle with their feminine side and it
takes them years before they realise they feel more comfortable in a satin gown
than a cavalry twill suit. You are one of those very special boys and once you
recognise this and embrace your feminine side as your true self you will set
yourself free. ”
He had a
burning urge to yell at her that she was completely wrong and the only reason
he blurted out those horrible words was that she had driven him to the point of
frenzied delirium and he would have admitted to anything no matter how absurd. However
he now understood that any attempt to retract his blatantly preposterous words would
only serve to sour her mood and he instinctively knew that any such rash outburst
would ensure a prolonged stay under her roof and an even longer sentence in
these horrible clothes. The image of his male clothes on the bed loomed large
inside his head, he knew he had to remain silent.
“You have
made me so very happy but I really have to get dressed and as Lisa is not here
you will have to dress me.” she said her voice reflecting her obvious good mood
“Now that you have recognised your nature I feel I can trust you like I would
any girl.”
She lifted
his head with her finger and looked deeply into his eyes.
“I am
correct, am I not?”she asked.
He nodded
still unable to speak.
“Excellent,
now you don’t mind acting as my maid now that Lisa is not here?”
To refuse
would only dig his hole even deeper. Again he nodded accepting his fate
silently.
“Such a
darling boy!”she trilled “now fetch my chemise and we can begin.”
She slipped
off her peignoir to reveal a wonderfully proportioned body with the merest hint
of a little excess weight around her stomach and although she was a very
desirable woman, the humiliation of being horribly manipulated into falsely
admitting he was effeminate, curbed his normal male enthusiasm. He meekly
retrieved the silk chemise from the bed and placed it over her head.
Throughout
all this Lady Charlotte’s made several favourable comments on his competence in
dressing her to which he answered in a most respectful and submissive tone,
“Yes
m’lady, or “Thank you m’lady.”
It was, the
voice inside his head confirmed, the exact way a maid would address her
mistress.
As he
settled her last petticoat around her waist and knelt at her feet to arrange it
in place she looked down on him and smiled,
“You really
have learned so much, it usually takes me weeks to train a maid to be so
efficient. Now be a darling and tidy up here while I pick out a suitable gown to
wear.”
Lady Charlotte
glided from the bedroom into the cavernous closet which was another space
almost as large as her bedroom, he watched as she closed the door behind her.
Cringing at
the humiliation of having to perform the duties of a lady’s maid but unable to
object or refuse he gathered his skirts and grumbling he went about his task.
“Girl!” an unfamiliar voice from behind him
disrupted his thoughts and for a fleeting moment he thought he was hearing
things.
He turned to
see an elegantly attired woman in a duchesse silver- grey gown with a ruched
skirt and gold Brussels lace ornamentation running down the gown and gathered
just above the hem. Her large brown eyes fixed him with a look only woman of a
certain pedigree were capable of, it was a look he had experienced many times
in the past weeks. His mouth went dry and he felt a sudden weakness in his
knees, his stomach constricted in his corset began to churn.
“Are you
deaf girl?” she said brusquely in the manner women of power and influence used to young people or servants.
She thinks I’m a girl the thought whizzed around his head.
He didn’t know whether to feel ashamed, embarrassed, angry or all three but his
overwhelming feeling was relief she had not realised he was a young man in a
dress. He felt queasiness in the pit of his stomach, he looked around for Lady
Charlotte but she obviously did not hear this intruder either. He was alone.
“I’m sorry
I did not hear you knock.” he said now clearly flustered by the women’s
presence.
“Madam!”
she snapped a look of annoyance clearly etched on her handsome face.
“I’m
sorry....”he answered taken aback at her rebuke “Madam.”
Her reprimand
was like so many he had received under Alice’s strict regimen and without
thinking he immediately followed up his apology with a respectful curtsy.
“Much
better.”she said as she looked around the room “And why are you not properly
capped and aproned?”
Oh no!!! the scream
reverberated inside his head “she thinks I’m… the maid.”
“I… it’s
not….I mean…”he spluttered as she ignored him and strode purposefully to the
chair and picked up Lisa’s apron and cap before returning to confront him.
“All maids
should be properly uniformed at all times, especially lady’s maids” she said
handing him the white apron and cap “now put these on immediately. What is
Charlotte thinking allowing her maid to walk about without an apron and cap.?”
There was
no way he could think of to explain without exposing himself as a male. He
meekly took the apron and cap, the universal badge of female domestic servants
and under her stern gaze pinned the cap to his hair and with a feeling of
mortification slipped the apron over his head and tied the apron’s strings in a
bow behind his back.
“That’s so
much better.” the woman said standing back to inspect the servant girl in front
of her, her voice softened “You are a pretty thing, your mistress always gets
the pretty ones.”
Aubrey now
completely flustered but greatly relieved that his secret had not been
uncovered, he could feel himself blushing at her compliment and could not
believe his ears when the words tumbled out of his mouth.
“Thank you
Madam.”
“What is this dreadful commotion?” Lady
Charlotte’s voice called out as she stood in her petticoats at the closet door.
Aubrey
could see her eyes dart from him to the woman and then back to him, a look of
barely disguised amazement on her face.
“Ah there
you are Charlotte, I was wondering where you had been.” the woman said as she
sailed across the room her petticoats rustling and skirts trailing behind like
the wake of an elegant ship, she kissed Lady Charlotte on the cheek.
Lady
Charlotte looked over her shoulder with a quizzical look at Aubrey in his cap
and apron.
“You’re
looking remarkably well darling” the woman said “but I really wish you would
halt these social experiments with the servant class and implement a strict
uniform code for your servants. Your maid, pretty as she is, was walking around
without her cap and apron. Really Charlotte how are we to maintain proper
discipline if our maids are allowed to strut about without being in the correct
uniform? I know certain mistress’s allow their lady’s maids not to wear a cap
and apron but I think this is the slippery slide into anarchy.”
“I was not
expecting you back so soon Leonora.” Lady Charlotte said ignoring the woman’s
criticism before inventing an explanation “the girl was changing into a new
apron and cap I had bought for her”
“We can
talk while you finish dressing.” The woman called Leonora said as she sat in
one of the large armchairs by the window “I need to ask you something.”
“Aubrey, my
corset.” Lady Charlotte addressed her new maid.
Her command barely registered with him, he was
still trying to understand how this misunderstanding could have happened.
“Girl!” the
woman snapped “are you listening to your mistress?” and turning to Lady
Charlotte sniffed “she may be pretty but seems to be inattentive.”
“Leonora please!” Lady Charlotte retorted
in a measured tone rebuking her friend firmly but gently, “I am still training
him... er...her. She is a little nervous
at the presence of another lady.”
She faced
Aubrey and her eyes locked onto his and held in gaze for a moment transmitting
an unspoken communication that he was to follow her lead.
“My corset
Aubrey.” she said calmly and turned away from him.
Her
composure and indeed her protection settled him, he picked up the long white
satin corset and expertly settled it around Lady Charlotte’s waist, nestling
her breasts into the corset’s cups. The weeks under Alice’s supervision
immediately rose to the surface and he began to pull on the long laces stopping
every few moments allowing Lady Charlotte to adjust to the tightening garment.
“You may
continue Aubrey, a little tighter this time.” she said.
“Yes your
ladyship.” he replied, now settling into his rôle and echoing the subservient
voice of a lady’s maid.
“As you can
see Leonora she is a quite competent girl.” Lady Charlotte said to her friend
“Now what is this urgent business you spoke of?
Leonora
Cockshott rose from her chair and moved closer, the soft sounds of her skirts
and petticoats filling the room.
“Dearest
Charlotte you remember that favour you promised me after that incident in Rome
last year.” she said as she took a string of pearls from the dressing table and
held them against Lady Charlotte’s neck.
“Of course
darling.” Lady Charlotte answered touching her friend’s arm “I could not have
managed without you. Just name it and it is yours.”
“I need to
borrow one of you maids.” she said “but she has to be pretty, not a beauty but
pretty nonetheless and I believe this girl is the prettiest you have, I think
she will be perfect.”
Aubrey held
on to the laces of Lady Charlotte’s corset to avoid falling down. Lady
Charlotte’s frieed continued,
“As you now know I wasn’t expecting to return
as quickly as I did and I haven’t had time to engage any domestic staff apart
from a daily cook that is. It will be at least two or three days before I will
have the proper compliment of staff in place. However in the interim period I
will require at least one housemaid who could also act as lady’s maid.”
“I’m sure I
can spare one of the housemaids. Sarah would be ideal for you.” Lady Charlotte
replied “That is tight enough Aubrey you may finish.
Leonora
Cockshott didn’t reply immediately she was paying close attention to Aubrey as
he finished lacing Lady Charlotte’s corset. He could feel her eyes on him as he
made the final adjustments and then tied the laces in an elaborate knot before
tuck way the slack neatly so it would not bulge at the back of the gown.
“I’m sure
Sarah is well trained but I really have my heart set on this one.” she said
“she’s pretty but not in a conventional feminine way and I like that.”
“I really
don’t think she would...”Lady Charlotte said but was immediately interrupted by
her friend.
“Oh for
heaven’s sake, I won’t mistreat the girl Charlotte.” she retorted “and besides
I only live across the square she can return to you after I am finished with
her each evening.”
Aubrey
looked on at this exchange not quite believing what he was hearing, surely Lady
Charlotte would not even consider her friends outrageous request.
Lady
Charlotte looked at Aubrey then back to her friend and was about to speak but
it was her friend who spoke first.
You did
promise Charlotte.” Leonora Cockshott said “and as you are so fond of reminding
me ‘a lady never breaks her promise’.”
Aubrey’s
hands grabbed his skirts and looked at his mistress.
