A Very Victorian Education Chapter 12 plus 2 Illustrations

Below is Chapter 12.

It’s been almost 2 months since the last chapter was posted- so thank you for your patience.

This is one of the longest chapters in the story so far and it took much longer than I had anticipated. Writing this an hour or two at a time is not ideal.

I expected this chapter would have been the last but readers’ support surprised and encouraged me to extend it for one more. And so Aubrey’s nightmare as a feminised male, trussed up in silk and satin continues.

Aubrey seems to be very much in demand by the women with whom he comes into contact particularly Mrs Dearhorn who cannot wait to get her hands on our hero. This is the subject of the first illustration. She is so excited at the prospect that in her mind’s eye she is already choosing new uniforms for him and is musing on how she will train him to her standards.

Thanks again to all who took the time to comment and show their support in the ‘more box’ and I hope this chapter will not disappoint.

Take care.

Carrie

Ps  I will be away on vacation for a few weeks so the next (final?) chapter could take another 2 months to be posted.

A Very Victorian Education 

Chapter 12

 None of the ladies in the Honourable Mrs Leonora Cockshott’s elegant drawing room took much notice of the young parlourmaid accompanying the two formidable and fashionably dressed figures as they made their way to the door. Both women chatted quietly and the maid whose head was slightly bowed and looking extremely disconsolate followed them in silence.  On reaching the door both ladies stood aside, the maid seemed detached, almost in another world and wore a forlorn expression.

“Girl!” a forceful voice barked, shaking the maid from her thoughts.

The maid looked at the voice’s owner, the imposing personage of Mrs Camilla Dearhorn  and immediately realised the tone was a rebuke for not performing one of the duties required of a parlourmaid.

“I’m sorry Madam.” the maid apologised and without pausing for thought instantly curtsied.

 A casual observer would think nothing of this tableau, young servant girls were prone to such lapses in their duties and it would be remiss of their mistresses or indeed any lady of social standing if they did not correct them in a restrained yet forceful manner. However this was no ordinary servant girl, the girl dressed in the afternoon uniform of a parlourmaid was in fact a young man called Aubrey St Clair who had been forced into female clothing by his mother’s friend Lady Charlotte de Winter. His role as a maid in Mrs Cockshott’s home had come about through a misunderstanding on Mrs Cockshott’s part while visiting Lady Charlotte. After performing a thoroughly humiliating task, cleaning dirt from the petticoats and boots of several ladies he was ordered to act as a personal maid to Mrs Dearhorn and her friend Mrs Fanshaw while they retired to Mrs Cockshott’s bedroom.

The youth was already severely traumatised from months of forced feminisation at the hands of Lady Charlotte  and this bizarre and dreadful situation was now greatly exacerbated by these ladies insistence that he act as their maid. Both ladies had already shown an uncommon interest in him and were adamant that he accompany them upstairs, he was terrified that they would take advantage of him and learn of his humiliating secret thus exposing him to the ridicule of London society.

Despite his revulsion of the female clothing and particularly the maid’s uniform he was now forced to wear, he had to concede that the months of feminisation at the hands of Lady Charlotte was invaluable in convincing all those present in Mrs Cockshott’s drawing room that he was a female. In fact much to his horror he had become aware that in recent weeks he had began to view things from a feminine perspective. He would notice a new hairstyle on a maid or perhaps if Lady Charlotte wore a smaller bustle or an extra petticoat. These were things as a male he would never have observed. Physically he noticed subtle changes in his own characteristics, his hips swayed as he walked giving him a more feminine gait this was possibly due to the tight corsets he had to wear. The length of the corsets also meant he took shorter steps than the long strides he would take as a male. His training under Alice – one of Lady Charrlotte’s maids, but now promoted to ct as his Governess – also included needlework, flower arranging and other suitably feminine pursuits and as a result he became more graceful and polished than a male. However, as he was told incessantly, he still had many flaws which required constant corrections and still had a lot to learn if he was to successfully subdue those dreadful male characteristics which brought his mother so much misery and heartache.

As he was now discovering his training appeared to disguise much of his masculine traits but despite his best efforts to comport himself in a graceful female manner there were still slight feminine nuances he found difficult to master. These combined with his obviously boyish – if slightly feminine – looks raised a mild suspicion in some of the ladies present but his maid’s uniform, his lack of masculine clumsiness and an adequate but sufficent amount  of feminine poise managed to convince most of them that he was in fact what they perceived him to be –  Mrs Cockshott’s servant girl.

Now all this was in danger as he would soon be alone with Mrs Fanshaw and the more alarming Mrs Dearhorn whom he felt still remained unconvinced of his portrayal as a female. Furthermore he was certain she would not rest until she proved otherwise. His last hope of rescue from the intimate attention of these women was dashed when Mrs Cockshott’s daughter Roberta, a young woman whose preference for male clothing annoyed her mother, declined her mother’s request to wear conventional female attire which would require his attendance as a maid in assisting her to dress. This was the panic which had distracted him from his duties as a servant girl resulting in his failure to open the door for the two ladies.

“Oh don’t be too hard on the girl, Camilla.” Mrs Fanshaw gently admonished her friend “you can see the poor girl is trembling.”

“You are far too lenient with servants Gertrude.” Mrs Dearhorn replied “young maidservants these days are extremely lax in their duties, they require a firm hand.”

“I think that may be why you have trouble retaining your own maids Camilla.” Mrs Fanshaw said with a smile before adding “your hand, or dare I say, your hairbrush is far too firm.”

Aubrey visibly shuddered.

“Gertrude, please!” Mrs Dearhorn rebuked her friend “I’ve told you, not in front of the servants.”

 Both women passed Aubrey who curtsied once more and entered the spacious vestibule, their heavy skirts trailing along the white marbled floor as they made their way to the wide staircase.

“Come along girl.” Mrs Dearhorn said addressing Aubrey. ”stop dawdling I have plans for you.”

“I’m afraid your plans will have to wait Camilla.” Mrs Cockshott’s voice rang out.

Both women and a startled Aubrey turned to find Mrs Cockshott and Roberta moving towards them.

“I don’t understand Leonora.” Mrs Dearhorn said, a slightly bemused look on her face.

“It seems Roberta has come to her senses and has agreed to dress like the lady she is.” Mrs Cockshott proclaimed excitedly, her face unable to conceal her delight at imparting her news. “I’m afraid she will need the girl after all. I do hope you understand.”

“But.. we… I …how are we to…” Mrs Dearhorn stammered her face struggling to conceal her annoyance.

“Fortunately Charlotte sent two maids.” Mrs Cockshott interrupted her friends protest “I will have the other girl attend to you.”

“This is most unsatisfactory Leonora.” Mrs Dearhorn snorted indignantly “I..”

“It’s quite all right Leonora.” Mrs Fanshaw said calmly interrupting her friend “perhaps it is time we left as we still have some arrangements to make for our journey to the estate tomorrow.”

“Unfortunately I will have to decline your kind invitation.” Mrs Cockshott said as she turned her gaze to her daughter and smiled “I have been waiting for a long time to see Roberta back in attire more suited to her sex as well as her position in society. Naturally I would like to help her in her choices and obviously she will need a maid to dress and undress her.”

Aubrey felt a weight lift from his shoulders and glanced in Roberta direction. She gave him a wry smile before winking at him.

“But.. the girl …we…” Mrs Dearhorn spluttered.

“Of course we understand, Leonora.” Mrs Fanshaw said and taking her friend by the arm began to steer her away.

As Mrs Deerhorn left the company in a fit of pique Mrs Fanshaw said her goodbyes to Roberta       and Mrs Cockshott before she left she moved towards Aubrey who was several feet away.

“Such a pity I did not get to know you a little better my dear.” she said softly as her large pale blue eyes met his “but I call on your mistress Lady Charlotte quite often so I’m sure we will meet again.”

Mrs Cockshott accompanied both women to the door and left Roberta alone with Aubrey at the foot of the stairs.

“I hope you appreciate what I have done for you.” Roberta said a hint of quiet resignation in her voice.

Aubrey could see from her sombre expression that she was quite dejected and crestfallen and immediately realised that she had sacrificed a great deal to ensure he did not leave with the two women. He really did feel incredibly grateful, no one had ever done anything like his for him before. The events of the past few hours had traumatised him to the extent he felt he had only the most tenuous grasp on his masculinity and even now he was doubting if in fact  he was a male. A quick glimpse of his reflection in the full length hall mirror did nothing to reassure him, he only saw a pretty maid in full afternoon uniform standing opposite a male figure. Even though his brain was trying to tell him differently a glance down at the clothes he was wearing confirmed he was indeed the maid. Instinctively he curtsied.

“Oh yes sir, thank you so much sir.” he blurted and although he was aware of how submissive he sounded he was powerless to act otherwise.

“I hope you mean that.” Roberta said, her eyes searching his face for any trace of deceit.

“Oh yes, sir.” Aubrey replied and curtsied again.

“Once she is back in petticoats and skirts there will be no confusion as to her sex.”Mrs Cockshott’s voice announced abruptly as she appeared suddenly from behind Aubrey. “There will be no more referring to my beautiful daughter as ‘Sir’. You will address her as Miss Roberta from now on.”

As she caressed her daughter’s face Aubrey could see Roberta wince at her mother’s remark. Mrs Cockshott  then turned to Aubrey and said brusquely,

“Is that clear girl?”

“Yes Madam.” Aubrey answered meekly and immediately curtsied.

“Good, now I have to attend to the remaining guests.” Mrs Cockshott said “I always knew this day would come so I have purchased several gowns for you and they are in my closet with your name on them as well as lingerie, corsets and petticoats. Now run along and I will be there as soon as I can.”

“Mother, do I have to….” Roberta began but was immediately stopped by her mother.

“You agreed to obey me in all matters if I allowed the girl to stay.” Mrs Cockshott said sharply “of course I can always have the ladies return, they live reasonably close.”

Roberta opened her mouth and momentarily considered arguing but thought the better of it and remained silent.

Aubrey recognised the look on Roberta’s face, a look of submission and compliance. It was a look he had seen every time he observed his reflection in a mirror since his nightmare began in Lady Charlotte’s home. He knew now that no one, not even family, seemed to be exempt from the authority of these powerful, dominant women.  It became obvious to him that after the freedom of male attire Roberta dreaded returning to feminine clothing. It was a feeling he could empathise with.

Seeing she had won and her daughter would not pursue her protest, her mother continued in a triumphant voice,

“Yes I thought that would make you think twice and believe me I would do it.” Mrs Cockshott said and continued in a most patronising tone “Why don’t you run along upstairs and try on some of those sumptuous gowns…like a good girl. I wish to speak to your maid. I will send her up shortly.” 

Aubrey could see Roberta had winced at the phrase ’like a good girl’ and could understand her emotions, after all how often had he been humiliated by the very same words?

As Roberta began to climb the stairs Mrs Cockshott turned to Aubrey.

“This is an unexpected turn of events,” she began clearly delighted “but very welcome nonetheless. As you will have gathered Miss Roberta does not care for society’s norms which includes wearing the conventional  form of attire for a female which as you will appreciate is most disturbing for a mother.”

She paused and looked at Aubrey who was only too well aware of what his reaction should be.

“Yes Madam.” he dutifully replied.

Mrs Cockshott continued,

“Your mistress seems to have faith in you which is why I brought you here in the first place. Now, it appears my daughter has taken quite a liking to you and with your help I am hoping to convince her to discard this ghastly penchant for male clothing. I’m sure your mistress will be most appreciative if you can successfully influence Miss Roberta in her choice of attire after all we have similar views regarding proper dress codes for young ladies. Do you understand?”

“Yes Madam.” Aubrey replied.

“Excellent.” Mrs Cocksott said “What a good girl, no wonder Lady Charlotte did not want to let you come with me you are an excellent maidservant.”

Aubrey was so grateful and relived at having been rescued from the clutches of the dreadful Mrs Dearhorn he did not resent Mrs Cockshott’s compliment and in a strange way even welcomed it.

“Thank you Madam.” he said and as any maid would have done he spontaneously curtsied.

“You will find silk lingerie in the one of the tallboys and use the long dark blue corset.” Mrs Cockshott said “I want that dreadful manly gait of hers restricted to a more feminine step.”

She paused briefly and looked at Aubrey to ensure he comprehended.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes Madam.” he answered in a suitably servile voice and as he was wearing such a corset he knew exactly what she meant.

“And make sure it is laced good and tight.” she continued “it has been almost two years since she stopped wearing corsets and it is high time she was reacquainted with what it means to be a female. It does wonders for the figure and instils a sense of decorum and decency. If men were forced into corsets the world would be a better place, we could easily keep them under control. Don’t you think?”

“Yes Madam.” he said and he could feel the shame rise within himself.

“I really don’t understand why she does not want to wear one.” she mused “I saw the one you are wearing, such a beautiful creation. A gift from your mistress?”

“Yes Madam.” he lied, bitterly recalling how he was laced tightly into it every day. He sensed Mrs Cockshott wanted him to expand his answer, he cringed inside as he said “My mistress is very generous and has also given me other items of her lingerie.”

“And I’ll wager wearing such a exquisite garments makes you feel extremely feminine?” Mrs Cockshott enquired.

“Yes Madam.” Aubrey answered shamefully repeating her words “extremely feminine.”

“And given your boyish looks I suspect it is most important that you feel feminine at all times.” she said looking at Aubrey to confirm her views.

“Yes Madam, most important.” he replied, anxious to maintain his image as a well trained servant girl

 “This is why you are the ideal person to influence my daughter.” Mrs Cockshott gushed, her voice becoming excited “You must convince her that it is a joy to wear such feminine clothes and like you, even though you are a mere servant girl, it will make her more attractive and confident in her femininity. Now run along upstairs and get her out of those ghastly male clothes and into one of those gorgeous gowns and make sure she wears at least three petticoats. Your mistress is Miss Roberta’s godmother and she will be delighted if you can persuade her to return to the feminine realm. I’m sure she will reward you handsomely, as will I. Now off you go, have her join me in the drawing room in two hours.”

Mrs Cockshott dismissed her maid with a wave of her hand and after bobbing the obligatory curtsy Aubrey turned and  in a typically feminine gesture before mounting stairs he instinctively lifted his skirts before placing his foot on the first step.

As he made his way upstairs with both hands clutching his skirts the idea of being alone with this intimidating young woman not to mention having to help her dress filled him with deep anxiety. Her interest in him alarmed him but perversely he also felt flattered at her attentions, it was something he had never experienced from a girl before. The silence of the long corridor which led to her bedroom was broken only by the sound of his petticoats rustling under his uniform and as he approached her bedroom he felt an unusual but not unpleasant sensation in his stomach which he found difficult to rationalise. It was so unusual to be on the receiving end of such compliments from an attractive girl even if she was a few years older than himself but in retrospect he had to admit he did enjoy it. These were the thoughts that were running through his mind as he stopped outside her bedroom door and just before he knocked on the door he looked at himself in the long mirror. He fixed his hair under his cap and straightened his apron and fluffed out his petticoats to ensure his uniform fell properly. He then ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them and thinking his cheeks were a little pale he pinched them until a little colour appeared in them. He was just about to knock on the door when he returned to the mirror to check the bow on his apron was tied in a dainty fashion he pinched his cheeks once more and returned to the door, took a deep breath and knocked lightly.

“Enter.” a strong voice called out Aubrey opened the door and quietly closed it behind him.

Roberta was stretched out on a rose coloured velvet love seat, her highly polished boots dangling over the end. It was glaringly obvious that she was downhearted, seeing Aubrey at the door she managed a weak smile and beckoned him to come over to her. He stood before her nervously clenching his apron to stop his hands from shaking.

Somewhere deep inside his brain he was vaguely aware of a masculine voice trying to establish itself but the months of forced feminisation under the strict regime of Lady Charlotte had robbed him of more than his clothes. His natural confidence, some would say arrogance, not to mention most of his masculine traits had been eroded and replaced by suitably feminine mannerisms. Checking his appearance in the mirror was a prime example. He could barely remember what it felt like to wear trousers and had become so used to wearing female garments he barely noticed them any more. Being compelled to act as a maid for Mrs Cockshott was yet another deeply humiliating experience and further undermined his diminishing masculinity.

“Madam said I was to help you change sir.” he said and curtsied.

“Sir?” Roberta laughed bitterly, a tone of resigned acceptance in her voice she continued “My mother would not thank you for addressing me in that fashion. She has other plans for me which does not include wearing these clothes. No doubt, dear Mama has probably told you she wants me trussed up in silks and satins like a proper young lady. So I suppose you had better address me as ‘Miss’.”

“Yes Miss.” Aubrey replied his voice suitably deferential.

“You do know why I am agreeing to this. Don’t you?” she said as she stood up and approached him.

Aubrey remained silent and his eyes could not meet hers. She continued, her frustration quite evident,

“Why I am willing to give up the freedom these clothes bestow? Why I am subjecting myself to the ghastly restriction of corsets? Why I will have to wear those dreadful, cumbersome petticoats and idiotic bustles? Not to mention those hideous gowns of silk, satin, taffeta and heaven knows what else she has bought for me.”

The irritation in her voice did not seem to be directed at him, she now stood inches away from him.

“Oh surely you must have some idea.” she said, the back of her hand caressing his cheek.

“N..no… Miss” he mumbled.

“Well let me explain it to you.” she whispered as she leaned into him and kissed him gently on the lips.

He was so shocked he made no attempt to pull away from her.

“Does that simplify it for you?” she breathed.

“I….ah….I…”he spluttered.

She kissed him again, this time her tongue slipped inside his mouth and snaking her arm around his waist pulled him closer she pressed her groin against his but his bulky petticoats prevented her from detecting his male sex. His heart was racing and he was breathing heavily causing his realistic female bosom under his dress to heave quite noticeably.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked still holding him tightly against her.

After gasping for a few breaths of air and unable to lie he answered.

“Y..yes… Miss” he murmured.

“You are the reason I have agreed to wear these ghastly feminine clothes.” she said “You are a pretty little thing, quite unusual features for a girl but I find myself strangely attracted to you. Not your first time kissing a girl I suppose? I’ve heard what you  girls get up to in the servants quarters.”

He blushed and his eyes fell to the floor.

“I thought so.” she smiled as she placed her fingers under his chin, raised his head and looking into his eyes continued “You do realise I have made a big sacrifice to save you from Mrs Dearhorn.”

She paused and held his gaze, he knew what was expected of him.

“Yes Miss.” he replied “Thank you Miss.”

“The reason I made such a sacrifice is that I find you very attractive.”Roberta said still holding his chin “and from that kiss I think you feel the same. Am I right?”

Aubrey was in no position to disagree. He nodded his agreement.

“Excellent!” she trilled “being my maid will be a wonderful camouflage for our relationship.”

“Relationship? …Miss” Aubrey asked nervously.

“Oh don’t be so coy girl.” Roberta said smiling “You are now my lover as well as my maid.”

 Aubrey could feel the blood drain from his face but if Roberta noticed she did not mention it, she continued,

“Oh we will have so much fun, I have a year off from my studies, we can go travelling, Paris, Berlin Rome. It will be wonderful.”

“I… but… Lady Charlotte will…”he stammered

“Lady Charlotte?” Roberta said airily and dismissed his question “Don’t you worry about her ladyship.Lady Charlotte de Winter is my godmother and a very accommodating one at that. She has never refused me anything. Besides both she and Mother would grant me anything that would keep me out of trousers.”

Aubrey was becoming more anxious. Being used to help Roberta to become more ladylike was one thing but becoming her maid and lover was simply outrageous. She was bound to discover him sooner than later.

Lady Charlotte would never agree to this. he thought to himself. Would she?  He quickly questioned himself. No surely not! I am not a slave to be gifted to anyone she chooses.

“Roberta!”

Mrs Cockshott had quietly slipped into the room.

 “You are here fifteen minutes and have not even removed your coat.”

“Oh we were just discussing what colour suited me best Mother.” Roberta lied.

“Very well , but do not even think of reneging on our bargain.” her mother said “Otherwise the girl will go to Mrs Dearhorn.”

“Don’t worry Mother.”Roberta assured her and held the door open for her to leave “You will have your wish but you must be patient. Now I really must have a bath before I get into those awful clothes.”

“Spoken like a true lady.” Mrs Cockshott smiled, as she left the room.

Roberta turned to Aubrey, her face taking on a more pensive expression.

“There is not much point to putting this off any longer.” Roberta sighed as she removed her jacket, tossed it casually on the bed and sat on one of the large armchairs before issuing an order to Aubrey “remove my boots.”

Aubrey knelt in front of her and removed the boot on her right foot then did the same with the left one. Roberta stood up and Aubrey began unbuttoning her white shirt desperately trying to keep his hands from trembling as they inevitably touched her breasts. He slipped the shirt down her arms to reveal a white silk undershirt, he unbuttoned the hidden buttons and removed it to reveal her breasts flattened, bound by layers of white silk several inches wide.

“You seem very adept at removing men’s clothing.” she said meeting his eyes “I do hope I haven’t made the wrong choice. You have either undressed a man and we both know what that leads to or you have worn male clothes yourself. Which is it?”

Horrified at the idea of undressing a male Aubrey had no difficulty in admitting the truth.

“I have worn male clothes Miss.”

“I knew it!” she exclaimed “From the minute I saw you I knew there was something different, something peculiar, feminine but in a most curious way.”

Aubrey looked troubled

“Oh don’t get upset.” she said stroking his face “I like girls with those features, much more interesting than society’s idea of beauty.  But you will remember I wear the trousers in this relationship.Now get me out of this breast binding it’s the only thing I don’t like about wearing masculine clothing, it’s so uncomfortable. Men really do not know how easy they have it, don’t you think?”

“Yes  Miss.” he lied just glad that the conversation was moving away from his appearance and silently wondering what she would say if she knew the truth.

He began to unfurl the satin material binding her breasts and as he reached the end of the material her breasts broke free and he was unable to contain a gasp of fascination.

“You are looking at them as if you have never seen a pair of breasts before.” she laughed before making a faux sad face added, “Don’t you like them?

Aubrey immediately remembered where he was and who he was supposed to be.

“Oh yes Miss, I’m sorry Miss.” he blurted, his face red with embarrassment “it’s just that.. I …emm…”

“Oh don’t be so bashful. I thought I had made it clear about your role.” Roberta said a sly grin on her face “As my maid you will be seeing much more of them and I’m sure I will be seeing yours.”

Aubrey froze, his embarrassment was replaced by panic.

“Not now of course, Mother could come in at any time.” Roberta said unaware of the alarm she had caused “but soon, now continue undressing me.”

 His hands continued to tremble as he unbuttoned her trousers and sliding them over her ample hips he saw she was wearing loose fitting white silk male underwear which came to just above the knee. She sat and he dropped to his knees slipping the trousers down her long legs and removed her knee length fine cotton stockings. She stood up and he knew what was expected of him.

As he gently pulled the garment over her hips the smell of her sex filled his nostrils and he felt a movement in his male organ, transfixed by the sight of her sex he could not take his eyes from it and did not see the smile on Roberta’s face as she slowly moved  closer to his face.

“Kiss it.” she said

He looked up at her and she smiled at him.

 “As a mark of your respect and devotion to me.” she said softly as her hand stroked his face gently, “You are devoted to me? After all I did save you from that dreadful woman, did I not?”

Of course she was right and he was extremely grateful, he did want to express his indebtedness but he did not think it would be like this. He hesitated. He had always found the idea of kissing a woman’s sex distasteful, it was not something a male should do. Women performed that… that act on men, no male should be asked to do such a thing.

“Now girl!” she said sharply, losing patience and asserting her newfound authority.

Her command sharply reminded him he was no longer a male but a mere servant girl and servant girls, especially lady’s maids were expected display loyalty and devotion to their mistress, no matter what was asked of them. It was quite clear Roberta now considered herself, not her mother or Lady Charlotte, his mistress.

Her rebuke brought him to his senses, he closed his eyes and  placed his lips gently on her labia and kissed it. Her womanly taste and scent almost overpowered him, he heard her moan gently and she pressed her groin harder into his face almost smothering him.

“Yes..yes. Now use your tongue, girl,” she said, her voice quavering slightly “but only the tip… and slowly.”

He obeyed and felt her hands grip his head tightly as her vulva was pressed harder into his face and as he carried out her instructions he could hear her whimpering softly. Without warning she suddenly pulled away and walked uneasily to the bed and slipped into a pink silk robe. Aubrey still shocked by what had happened remained kneeling on the floor. Tying her robe around her waist she sashayed over to where he knelt and caressed his cheek.

“Now I know why Mrs Dearhorn and Mrs Fanshaw wanted you.” she said, a slight tremor still in her voice, “You will make an excellent lady’s maid.”

She walked towards the large walk in closet which contained the gowns her mother had bought for her, at the door she turned.

“Now run my bath like a good girl, while I inspect what appalling clothes Mother has bought.”

In the bathroom as he began his duties he suddenly realised he was alone, he was rarely allowed that privilege and now free from the constant sound of female voices he had time to consider his situation.

If he had been in the presence of a naked girl only a few months ago he would have been unable to contain himself and would probably have lunged at the unfortunate female to satisfy his manly desires. Of course that was when he was a fully functioning male, something that had been fiendishly taken away from him. The mirrors in the bathroom cruelly reminded him of Lady Charlotte’s handiwork and how she had transformed him from an extremely self- assured young man into a meek and submissive girl. He had to look very closely at his reflection to discern the faintest resemblance to the youth that strode confidently into Lady Charlotte’s home a mere few months ago. Much as he hated to admit it he was forced to concede that she had achieved some degree of success and the image in the mirror cruelly confirmed this. He knew the primly uniformed parlourmaid he saw would not have been out of place in any fashionable London house.

 As he waited for the bath to fill his thoughts turned to the weeks of his conditioning under Lady Charlotte’s feminising regimen and how it had subjugated his masculinity. Her dominance over him ensured his complete obedience to female authority including her servants. Once he was securely imprisoned in his new feminine attire she began her program of eliminating – as she phrased it – the disgusting traits associated with the male sex.  He winced as he recalled the first day of this regimen and even now, months later, he could hear Lady Charlotte’s patrician voice echo in his brain.

“To help you adjust to your new life you will need to rid yourself of those dreadful male urges. I find that males who are milked at frequent intervals over a period of time tend to lose these disgusting impulses and become less arrogant and more considerate in their outlook. Your Governess will continue with this program until I am satisfied that you have purged yourself of these hideous male inclinations.”

And so yet another layer of humiliation was imposed on him.

The next morning while still in his satin nightgown a housemaid sat him on the edge of the bed, another maid placed a full length mirror in front of him. He was instructed to look at his reflection. Alice, his Governess, sat next to him as she theatrically put on a pair of satin quilted gloves and lifting his nightgown took his member in her hands, squeezing and stroking it gently. Despite his best mental efforts not to cooperate the combination of her touch and her intoxicating perfume proved irresistible and he was erect in seconds, his organ proudly responding to her exquisite touch. He thought his head would explode as she stroked him almost to the point of orgasm before relaxing her grip and allowing him a brief respite before resuming her torture.

“Now my sweet boy, look in the mirror and see what an adorable girl you have become. You really are so pretty. Now, why don’t you tell me how pretty you are.” she would say, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before relaxing her grip once more.

“Please…Miss “he gasped.

“Tell me.” she cooed squeezing him once more, “you know you want to.”

He tried to resist but another squeeze and slow stroke immediately melted his pathetic attempt to defy her, it was more than he could bear.

“I’m pretty.” he repeated almost sobbing with shame.

“Oh I’m sure you can do better than that.” she said softly delicately stroking the tip of his organ. “Once more but a  little more honestythis time.”

He thought his brain would explode.

“Aaah…. I….I’m so pretty.” he gasped

“Of course you are, you darling boy.” she said, gently caressing his cheek while simultaneously delivering the coup de grace.

He shuddered uncontrollably into orgasm gurgling unintelligible sounds.

The whole process took less than two minutes.

 She held him so he would not collapse onto the bed, placed a cloth over his penis and captured the gushing semen and once satisfied she had every drop she placed the cloth in a wicker basket. Removing her satin gloves she placed a towel over her lap and turned to him.

“You have been a very naughty girl, making such a mess. Isn’t that so.” she admonished him.

He saw the smirks on the faces of the maids as they tried to contain their laughter.

“I… but …it was …”he stammered his mind still reeling from the orgasm but even in this state he clearly understood she wanted only one answer.

“Yes Miss.” he mumbled shamefully “I’m sorry Miss.”

“And you know naughty girls must be punished.” she said.

“Please ….Miss…I just ….it was….”he desperately implored, trying to explain his involuntary emission.

But to no avail.

“Now fetch your hairbrush, the large ivory one with your initials.” she ordered, ignoring his pathetic pleading.

Her tone made it clear she would not entertain any excuses and he knew from experience he would suffer a harsher punishment if he persisted with his supplication.

Such to the delight of the maids he made his way to the dressing table, his satin nightgown fluttering around his legs and returned with the hairbrush. Lady Charlotte had given him a set of hairbrushes especially engraved with his initials as a gift, informing him every that every young lady should have such a set for their dressing table.  Over the months he had amassed a large selection of feminine beauty products and grooming implements. It was yet another thread in the web of femininity  in which he was now trapped.

As he returned to the bed with the hairbrush he saw that the maids could barely contain their amusement. He recalled wanting to run from the room but where would he run to? He was trapped and he was acutely aware any form of rebellion would be dealt with most severely. He had no option but to comply and hope Miss Alice would not be too severe in her punishment.

He handed her the hairbrush and without saying a word she patted her lap, without any hint of protest he lowered himself over her knees and from his position he could see the hems of the maids dresses standing close to get a good look of his impending punishment.

“Such disgusting male behaviour is not what is expected in a young lady” Miss Alice began slowly as she caressed his satin cover behind with the hairbrush. “is it?”

“No Miss Alice.” he answered from his humiliating position.

“No indeed.” she said, gently patting the hairbrush on his soft buttocks. “And do you think you should be punished for such ghastly conduct?”

There could only be one answer.

“Yes Miss.” he answered.

“I am so glad you agree.” she said continuing to tap his posterior gently with the hairbrush. “However I am not a hard hearted woman and the fact you are accepting your punishment with good grace I will limit the number of strokes to six.”

“Oh thank you Miss.” he replied meekly and thought he heard a snort of contempt from one of the maids.

She varied the timing between each stroke, so he could not tell when the next one would land. Some were five seconds some were ten which only increased his discomfort and although the blows were not too severe he felt a deep sense of shame at allowing himself to be punished at the hands of a woman, particularly in such an undignified position.

When she had given him the sixth stroke she caressed his warm cheeks through the satin material before patting them gently.

“Now get up and face me.” she said.

He struggled to his feet and automatically arranged the satin nightgown so it fell correctly.

His Governess made a slight adjustment to his nightgown, her eyes locked onto his but she remained silent. The stillness of the room was oppressive, she seemed to be waiting for something and he could see she was becoming impatient. The answer finally came to him.

“Thank you Miss Alice.” he said and curtsied, his eyes falling to the floor with the shame.

He heard the barely suppressed giggles from the maids behind him.

She acknowledged his gesture with a slight nod of her head.

“My, you are learning.” she complimented him smiling sweetly as she rearranged her skirts but her smile quickly faded and her face took on a more serious look. She continued in a business-like tone “However in order to rid you of those repellent male traits Lady Charlotte believes two or three, perhaps even four milkings each day will help you purge yourself of such vile behaviour and greatly assist you in acquiring a more controlled and mature feminine attitude.”

The sensations he had felt and the inevitable orgasm that had erupted from his body were the most intense he had ever experienced but being masturbated by his Governess in from of the servants combined with themortifying punishment she subsequently meted out in front of the front of the maids was yet another layer of the unimaginable and intolerable shame he had to endure.

The ecstasy of the orgasm had worn off, now replaced by the ignominy and abasement of being punished in such a degrading fashion. He would have to submit to this torture three or four time a day, how could he undergo such torment and still retain any trance of his masculinity?

“Four!”he repeated, his mind in turmoil.

“Oh, at least.” she said a smile forming at the corner of her mouth and he could see the maids clasping their hands with glee. “Of course that will depend on how quickly those appalling male impulses are eradicated.”

“But … I … how… it’s….”he blurted now almost on the verge of tears.

“You will soon discover that your pleasure must be paid for.” she said stroking his face gently “Women have known this since time immemorial.”

He could only stare at her in disbelief.

She brushed a piece of fluff from her sleeve and walked away casually addressing the maids.

“Dress him, I will at eleven for his next milking.”

“Is my bath ready?”

Aubrey snapped out of his shameful reminiscences at the sound of Roberta’s voice and before answering sprinkled a quantity of fragrant bath salts into the warm water. Months spent exclusively in the company of women had taught him to recognise the subtle nuances of the female voice and he detected a hint of impatience in Roberta’s voice. Without thinking he lifted his skirts and rushed to the bathroom door.

“Yes Miss.” he replied.

She entered the bathroom and tested the water before untying her robe, he had also learned that a lady’s maid should anticipate her mistress’s wishes. He moved to her side and without her telling him he slipped it from her shoulders. She stood naked in front of him, her breasts firm and perfectly proportioned, a little weight around her middle set above the triangle of light brown pubic hair that had been thrust into his face earlier. Now having recovered from his earlier experience he could not conceal his fascination. Apart from her dark hair she was like Botticilli’s Venus.

“You like what you see?” she said in a coy voice.

He could only nod.

“Yes I thought you might.” she smiled “After my bath I’m going to lock the bedroom door and you can remove your uniform but leave your cap on. This will probably be your first time servicing a lady and I don’t want you to forget you are my maid first and foremost. ”

Aubrey could feel a panic set in. If this happened she would discover his secret.

“But…I….”he stammered before remembering her mother downstairs “Madam will surely want to enter.”

“Yes I know. So lock the door.” she answered as she stepped into the bath “if she try to enter  I will tell her she must wait for her surprise. Your little hors d’oeuvre earlier has given me an appetite for the main course. Now run along and get undressed, and put some perfume on from the dressing table. I like my girls to smell nice even if they are servants. I will ring for you in twenty minutes.”

He closed the bathroom door behind him and could feel the sweat form on his forehead. In a matter of minutes he would be found out. His panic began to take hold, his brain convulsed at the thought and as he paced across the bedroom he saw the male clothes she had worn. The shock of being discovered s a male at the hands of this young woman seemed awaken a survival instinct. 

Of course, why did I not think of this before? he screamed to himself. I have at least twenty minutes, I could discard these awful clothes and once I’m dressed in her clothes I could be out of here in seconds. My own house is only a few streets away.

His heart began to beat faster, it had been weeks months perhaps since he even considered the possibility of escaping the prison of silks and satins that Lady Charlotte had him confined in. At last, a stroke of sheer luck.

Freedom, he screamed to himself, but I have to hurry.

He quickly removed the apron and cap and began unbuttoning the uniform at the nape of the neck. It was awkward and it took him longer than he had thought and looking at the carriage clock on the mantelpiece he saw he did not have much time. He then almost tripped over removing his three petticoats and once more glanced at the clock, time seemed to be moving much faster. He decided that if he was to remove his corset, silk bloomers and satin chemise it would take far too long.

I can’t take the chance, Madam may be soon finished with her guests and arrive unexpectedly he thought,   I will just have to put the male clothes on over my corset and bloomers.

 It was now almost natural for him to refer to his female clothing as ‘my’, this was as a result of Lady Charlotte’s strict regimen. Failure to acknowledge the feminine attire she had forced him to wear as his own was considered a serious transgression incurring her displeasure and would invariably result in a severe punishment. Over the months several merciless spankings with various implements had the necessary effect and he now automatically thought of all the garments he now wore as his. In a similar way Mrs Cockshott’s forceful personality had intimidated him so much that she had quickly moulded him into an obedient and compliant servant and after only a few hours under her authority he unhesitatingly referred to her  as ‘Madam’ or ‘the Mistress’.

Of course these feminine attributes had been absorbed subliminally and he was almost unaware of their existence. He never gave them a second thought as he quickly put on her shirt and with a feeling of great satisfaction pulled on her trousers and he felt something strange stir inside him but he could not dwell on it and he picked up her boots. They were a comfortable fit but he soon noticed the trousers were too wide at the hip and  he tightened the belt two more notches. The jacket was at least a size too big which was just as well as he needed to hide his female bosom. He glimpsed at the clock once more, he still had a few minutes to spare before Roberta would summon him. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw he had forgotten about the powder on his face as well as the lip colouring. A few wipes with her handkerchief got rid of most of it. His hair had grown and it would take far too long to arrange it into a more masculine style but luckily Roberta had a number of men’s fashionable hats on a stand in the corner of the room.

He took the nearest one and studied himself in the mirror. He thought the clothes fitted reasonably well despite the hint of his female bosom underneath but although the clothes bestowed a certain masculinity on him he was somewhat disappointed that he did not look more manly. He concluded that the months he was imprisoned in the clothes Lady Charlotte had forced him to wear had taken their toll and he retained a residue of femininity. He shivered at the thought and adopted a more macho pose. It improved his image but only marginally.

A little crestfallen, he made a mental note to take some herbal remedies to promote vigorous facial hair growth, something at the moment was beyond him and no doubt contributed to his feminine features.

As he walked across the room he noticed something peculiar that at first he could not quite put his finger on. Then it struck him. He was taking short feminine steps, another consequence of Lady Charlotte’s cruel authority which compelled him to wear a long corset. He would have to ensure he took a longer, more masculine stride once he was outside. He also noticed something else. This was the first time in months his legs were free from the feminine swish of skirts and petticoats and he took a few moments to savour this wonderful emancipation from his humiliating and cumbersome feminine garments. Despite his joy at his return to male attire he was conscious of the time, another glance at the clock told him he had to leave. It would be several minutes before Roberta would ring for her maid and by that time he would be two streets away.

Quickly but quietly he moved along the wide corridor, his heart racing at the thought of his imminent freedom. Peeking around one of the columns at the top of the grand staircase he surveyed the scene below. The spacious vestibule was quiet and he swiftly and quietly  descended the steps, it was only forty feet from the bottom step to the doorway.

Forty feet. Freedom beckoned.

To the young man that stepped onto the polished marble floor it looked like four hundred. He traversed the distance on tip toes, almost afraid to breathe in case Mrs Cockshott heard him though the heavy oak door of the drawing room. He had barely gone ten feet when he heard a muffled voice calling.

“Aubrey, Aubrey. Where in heaven’s name are you girl?”

The sound was faint but getting slight louder each time his name was mentioned. He didn’t stop. He recognised Roberta’s voice she seemed to be going from room to room upstairs and he knew she would soon appear at the top of the stairs. For the first time in months he ignored a female voice.

Twenty feet.

He knew her voice would soon alert her mother if it had not done so already. His heart raced even faster and his breathing became laboured. He increased his stride and still on his toes he broke into a girlish run.

Five feet.

“Aubrey” Roberta’s voice called from the top of the staircase but he didn’t turn around. “Come back here this moment.”

She was too far away to stop him. Some part of him was regretful after all she was attractive and she had sacrificed her male clothing but more importantly she had saved him from that awful Mrs Dearhorn. He hesitated for a moment before realising he now finally had the opportunity he was waiting for.  To break free from his life as a nascent female he had to take it otherwise he feared he his masculinity would disappear under Lady Charlotte’s authority.

He took a deep breath as he put his hand on the door handle and felt the warm breeze hit his face as he opened it. Now, freedom within his grasp he could relax, he turned around and took a few moments to observe Roberta at the top of the stairs in her pink satin dressing gown. He thought she would be angry but she appeared quite calm as she walked slowly down the stairs.

Maybe she understands he thought to himself, and as he turned to step out into the bright sunlight. He stopped dead in his tracks.

“No…oh no… ” he blurted.

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