It thought I would have had the latest chapter finished before Christmas
but it took longer than expected. No news there.
My usual thanks to all who commented and to those readers who have
ticked the ‘more box’ I greatly appreciate your continuing support for the
story.
This chapter may not be what readers were expecting but hopefully you may find it
enjoyable nonetheless. I’ve put the illustration towards the end of the piece.
January is already shaping up to be difficult for me and although I have
started the next chapter I doubt if I will be able to finish it before the
middle of Feb but who knows if I get a few breaks it could be sooner.
Take care for the new year and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Carrie
A Very Victorian Education
By
CarrieP
Chapter 20
The Countess
Countess Magdalena von
Uttendorf felt in such good spirits and quite exhilarated that she decided to walk the short distance
home rather than take a hansom cab, after all it was not every day that one made
the acquaintance of another lady with such
similar views to own with regard to managing the horrible beast that was the male sex.
The heavy taffeta skirts of her fashionable
gown overlaying her four silk and satin petticoats rustled in that uniquely,
feminine fashion as she glided through the gates of the nearby park. It was
relatively quiet in the late afternoon sunshine and she encountered only a
handful of ladies who like herself were elegantly dressed and coiffured. Her
mind drifted back to the encounter with Lady Charlotte de Winter to whom she
had been introduced by her corsetiere Madam Monique while both ladies were
visiting her establishment.
What
a delightful woman. The Countess said to herself as
she raised her pale blue parasol to shield her face from the sun’s rays. Her insights into the upbringing of young
people, both male and female were most instructive, and certainly chime with my
own views on this subject. How refreshing and indeed comforting to know that
there is yet another lady who shares my belief that the youth of today are in
need of a firm hand to guide them and this is especially true for young males.
I am sure most ladies, particularly of our class, are fearful that many of our
male children are on the road to perdition. Lady Charlotte appears to be keenly
aware of the moral hazards that face our young people and is taking steps to
ensure her ward will not succumb to the temptations that this modern world is
thrusting upon them.
From
what Lady Charlotte has told me her ward, now what was her name again? Ah yes!…
Aubrey, the child has certainly benefited greatly from her tutelage. This charming
young thing is a little timid perhaps but that is only to be expected being
under the authority of such a formidable person as Lady Charlotte. Quite
attractive too but in a most unorthodox way, feminine but not what one would
describe as classically so. Wonderful cheekbones , full lips, and an elegantly
feminine neck, an exquisite figure, no
doubt a result of Lady Charlotte’s insistence on proper corsetry… yet there is
something I can’t quite put my finger on. A vague sense of… of…something…not
exactly masculinity per se. No! masculinity implies something muscular, resolute, re-blooded this delightful
creature portrays a more diluted sense of maleness. Almost like an effeminate
boyishness. This is exactly the type of demeanour I would wish for my own dear
boy Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the
teachers and pupils of St. Jude’s Finishing School for Young Ladies could
transform my errant son into a more pliable and dutiful child.
Of
course I blame myself after his ghastly father died I should have educated him
at home for much longer than I did, his
Nanny and Governess were doing a splendid job in forming his character and
curbing the worst excesses of male behaviour. Social norms dictated that he be
sent to boarding school once he reached a certain age, two years is not a long time but it was
enough for him to pick up some very bad habits and also acquire an abhorrent
and obnoxious masculine persona. When I announced my plans to visit England at
the beginning of his school’s break he insisted he accompany me, as the only
male in my household it was his duty to protect me. Such male arrogance! This
was a ruse of course, he knew if he returned to our estate in Prussia his Nanny
and Governess would have unfettered access to him, they would quickly bring him
under control and his freedom would immediately disappear.
And
so it came to pass.
Within
a day or two of our arrival he was back to his old ways and acting in a
typically pompous and domineering fashion. I desperately hoped he would come to
his senses and I did give him time to change his ways but he was far too immature
and insolent to take advice from a female even
his own mother, little did he
know I had anticipated this behaviour and had made arrangements not only for
his enrolment in St Jude’s but also for his Nanny and Governess to join me
until I could deliver him to his new educational establishment. I will never
forget the moment they made their entrance.
It
was several weeks ago, I was
entertaining some lady friends in the blue drawing room and as the sole male in
the room he was acting as pretentiously and patronisingly as males do, my
friends had similar problems with their own sons and so were very empathetic.
However I had not told them of my solution. During one of his annoying and
particularly bombastic monologues I rang the servants’ bell and in moments the
double door of the drawing room opened to reveal his Nanny and Governess. I
wish I could adequately describe the look on his face. I can still hear his
Nanny’s voice ringing in my ears as she called out to him in a quiet but
immensely authoritative voice
“Karl-Maria! It is time for your bath.”
“But…”he
began but could go no further as his Governess interrupted immediately her
voice carrying across the room like a fusillade from the rifles of a battalion
of Prussian Grenadiers .
“Now young man. And afterwards I wish to see if your
needlework has improved.”
His
face turned crimson and he visibly wobbled and if he thought about protesting,
which I doubt, the look on both women’s faces quickly dissuaded him of that
particular notion and as he ignominiously shuffled towards the door his Nanny’s
voice rang out once more.
“Don’t
slouch young man, shoulders back and head high.”
As he
obediently obeyed I observed the look on my friends faces, a mixture of
amazement and envy. He was still six feet from the door when the chorus of
giggles began and by the time he finally reached his two imposing overseers the
room was full of laughter. Naturally the questions I had to answer from the
ladies took up most of the afternoon but I’m glad to say was helpful to all of
them.
Her thoughts were interrupted when turning
a corner a young girl of nine or ten dressed in the a
knee length pale pink satin dress over several layers of starched taffeta white
and pink petticoats collided with her at speed and promptly fell over.
“Master
William!” a voice called out “I told
you not to run, now you have startled this lady. I am so sorry Madam.”
The Countess looked at the young woman in
charge of the child, a pretty thing not yet twenty and wearing a nursemaid’s
uniform.
“Quite all right young lady.” the Countess
replied graciously as she straightened her skirts “No harm done.”
“I’m so sorry Madam.” the nursemaid
blurted, still a little out of breath “Master William broke away from me trying
to get home.”
She bent down and firmly took hold of her
charge.
“Oh Master William,” she spoke to the child
“I’m afraid Nanny Conway will insist you’re put back into reins for future
walks.”
“Master
William?” the Countess enquired open mouthed as the poor boy went beetroot
red ”You mean this is a…”
“Yes Madam.” the nursemaid answered “My
mistress believes boys benefit greatly from being dressed as girls until they
reach their twelfth birthday. Unfortunately for Master William he has been a
little belligerent lately so that may now be extended until his thirteenth.”
“No…please… please… Lily.” he began
blubbering “I’ll be a good girl from now on. Please don’t tell Nanny or Mama.”
“And you’ll wear your pretty new velvet
dress for the girls when they come to visit tomorrow afternoon?”
“Oh yes Lily.” he gushed “the lilac one
with the pretty lace collar. Please don’t tell them.”
“I’ll think about it.” the nursemaid said
and looked conspiratorially at the Countess before returning her gaze to the
unfortunate youth “But if you don’t and begin to misbehave this lady will let
your Mama know.”
“You will be a good girl won’t you
William?” the Countess acknowledged the nursemaid’s subterfuge. “Some extra
petticoats and a nice large bow in your hair would make you feel really pretty,
would it?”
The nursemaid looked at the whimpering boy.
“Oh yes Madam.” he quickly replied fearful
of the alternative.
“He will be the prettiest one in the room.”
Lily said proudly “Wont’ you Master William.?”
“Oh Yes Lily.” he answered enthusiastically
but the apprehension in his face was only too clear.
“Thank you so much Madam.” Lily said
bobbing a curtsy and whispered to the Countess “The Mistress will be so
grateful that you helped me. I’m sure she would like to thank you in person.”
After giving her mistress’s address she
held out her hand and the boy immediately placed his in hers and they resumed
their promenade.
As she continued her journey her thoughts
turned once more to her son.
The practice of retaining control over male
children by keeping them in girls’ clothing is more common that I had thought. I wonder if any of these ladies are aware that their method of curbing the
worst excesses of masculinity in their male offspring appears to be quite a
widespread practice. I do hope I haven’t left it too late to rescue dear Karl-Maria
from descending into the ghastly pit that is masculinity and the horrible
obnoxious behaviour that accompanies it. Thankfully the arrival of his Nanny
and Governess quickly brought the miscreant under control but the two years
away from them had left their mark. Both Nanny and Governess were making
excellent progress in correcting his bad behaviour and I’m sure in another few
weeks they would have eradicated these vile and loathsome characteristics he
had been infected with at boarding school. However several of the ladies after
seeing the effect both women had on him begged me to allow them to help with their own recalcitrant sons. After the
episode in Madame Monique’s I had thought Karl-Maria was under control and
agreed to the ladies request. That was almost a fortnight ago and sadly I soon
detected the re-emergence of his bad behaviour. Slowly at first but in the
absence of his strict custodians his latent disagreeable traits reasserted
themselves. Thankfully my dear cousin Gwendolen saw my distress and suggested
placing him in St Jude’s Finishing School for Young Ladies, I was reticent at
first but a particularly unsavoury incident with a housemaid made up my mind
and the arrangements were quickly made. I feel it cannot come too soon as his conduct
is becoming more contemptible by the day. Even though I have only one more night
to put up with his irritating and self-centred presence it will still be a
strain.
This burden was weighing on the Countess as
she lifted her skirts to mount the steps to her residence and as usual before
she reached the top step the door was opened by an impeccably uniformed
housemaid.
“Good after noon Countess.” the maid
greeted her mistress with a bobbed curtsy. “The Baroness is in the blue drawing
room.”
The Countess’s face brightened immediately
at this unexpected news and she immediately made her way to the drawing room.
“Dear Gwendolen.” She said as she opened
the door announcing her presence to her cousin. “What a wonderful surprise.”
The other woman stood up immediately and
glided across the room the skirts of her deep mocha silk satin gown filled the
air with rustling sound of her taffeta and silk petticoats, the skirt had a
ruched front panel with a two tier pleated hem, her boned bodice emphasised her
heavily corseted figure underneath.
“Magdelana” the Baroness of Kilbride
answered as they embraced, kissing each other on the cheeks. “I hope you don’t
mind but I invited myself to stay for a few days I thought you may like a
little support considering what we have planned for tomorrow. I assume he still
doesn’t have any indication of your plan.”
“ It’s always a pleasure when you visit.. ”
the Countess said as she slipped her arm into her cousin’s and accompanied her
to the large couch. “No he hasn’t the slightest idea of our arrangement with St
Jude’s. I am so glad you came. Since his Nanny and Governess departed he has
become more unruly and rude and you seem to have a wonderfully calming effect
on him.”
The Baroness gave a little laugh.
“Yes.” she giggled “he always refers to me as Aunt
Gwendolen even though we are only cousins.
Young males are so impressionable.”
“Well you are a very beautiful woman
Gwendolen.” The Countess said stroking her cheek.
The Baroness reciprocated by leaning into
her cousin and kissing her on the lips.
“I’m so glad you are staying the night.” the
Countess whispered “We have a lot …”
The conversation was abruptly interrupted
by the door being flung open in an unrestrained manner, announcing the arrival
of Karl-Maria.
“Mother I will not be dining here this
evening.” the young man proclaimed loudly closing the door ignoring the room’s
occupants and ignoring the room’s occupants made straight for the sideboard on
which stood several decanters of various
spirits.
“Such a pity.” his mother answered “Your
Aunt Gwendolen will be so disappointed.”
Both women smiled as they heard the crystal
brandy decanter drop loudly onto the sideboard.
“Aunt Gwendolen.” he said swivelling to
confirm his mother’s announcement.
“I… emm…I’m sorry… I didn’t…”he babbled his
face turning red.
He couldn’t have seen the barely
imperceptible signal that passed between the two women as the Baroness patted
the space between her and his mother. The glass of brandy was left on the
sideboard as he practically trotted over to the couch,
“What did I tell you about running
Karl-Maria?” the Baroness admonished him gently with the sweetest smile
“Yes Aunt.” the boy replied and immediately
stopped took a breath.
“ Proceed.” the Baroness instructed “And
in the way I showed you. Slow and graceful. Slow and graceful.”
The youth began to walk towards the women and
as much as he tried to disguise it his gait took on an elegantly flowing, if
slightly, feminine movement.
Reaching the couch the Baroness gestured to
him to sit and proffered her cheek for a
kiss and as he enthusiastically obliged she caught his mother’s eye and both
women smiled.
“You are such a good influence on him,
Gwendolen.” the Countess said but the boy did not hear his mother as he was
already gazing into the Baroness’s exceedingly pretty face.
“He is a delightful boy, aren’t you Maria?”
the Baroness said as she embraced him and drew him closer to her ample bosom.
He always hated the feminine ‘Maria’
attached to his first name and insisted on being called Karl dropping the detested ‘Maria’. When his
mother used the abominable name his usually stormed out but this was different.
The combination of his aunt’s perfume
and his head against her rising and falling breasts practically intoxicated
him.
“Yes Aunt Gwendolen.” he answered
“Darling boy.” she said patting him on the
thigh and letting her hand linger. “I am so looking forward to having dinner
with you.”
Both women exchanged knowing glances and
smiled once more as he let out a low whimper.
Although the Countess was very well aware
her son had a youth’s infatuation a with her cousin she did not realise just
transformative it was. Karl-Maria was converted into the perfect dinner companion,
polite, attentive, charming- and this was only to her. To his Aunt Gwendolen he
was all this and more, he hung on her every word, agreed with everything she
said –even the absurdity of female emancipation and her opinions of suffragism.
He gazed into her eyes like a rabbit transfixed by a lamp. When his mother
dispatched him to fetch their postprandial sherry the Baroness suggested a
little experiment.
“Just to give him a little appetiser of his
new life.” she confided as she quickly outlined her plan.
As they left the drawing room the Baroness
offered him her arm which delighted him.
“The maids have placed your luggage in the
main guest bedroom, Gwendolen.” The Countess advised as they ascended the wide
staircase.
“Could you have one of them attend me.” she
replied “My lady’s maid was unable to accompany me due to illness.
“I’m afraid they have all retired for the
night as has my own lady’s maid I was hoping you may help me undress.” the
Countess said “ But I’m afraid I cannot assist you as I injured my hand in a
riding accident last week. But I can wake one of them.”
“Oh dear.” Gwendolen sighed feigning disappointment
as they reached her bedroom door, she looked at Karl-Maria with her large blue eyes,
her lips parted ever so slightly as she continued, “ Of course I can assist you
undress Magdalena and perhaps our gallant Maria can do the same for me, or
would that too much of an imposition on your masculinity.”
“Me?”he asked incredulously “But… I…
emm… I don’t know anything about…”
Both women slipped their arms under his and
guided him into the bedroom which was decorated in a lavishly and unmistakably
feminine style.
“I must have not told the maids your own
lady’s maid did not arrive.” the Countess said as she surveyed her
cousin’s luggage “Your gowns and
lingerie will have to be unpacked.”
Both women looked at the young man standing
in the middle of the room. As he was about to turn and walk to the door the
Baroness head tilted slightly as she slowly glided over to him and smiled
beseechingly.
“Don’t worry, Maria. “ she said kissing him
lightly on the cheek her perfume infiltrating his brain “I hope you don’t mind me calling you Maria.”
His throat was as dry as sandpaper and his
mind felt dethatched from the rest of his body.
“Umm… aah…”he bumbled unintelligibly.
“Please.”
she implored “I would feel so much more comfortable. And it is such a pretty
name. Please.”
Her
disarming smile and the memory of her soft breasts against his face practically
hypnotised him.
“Well…I suppose…”he answered trying to
navigate the fog inside his brain.
“Excellent.” she said “I knew I could rely
on my favourite boy.”
Somewhere deep inside his head he knew he
should have refused but for some inexplicable reason he found it difficult to
refuse.
She opened a large trunk and removed a dark
grey heavy satin gown.
Her eyes fixed on his as she held it out.
The room was so quiet that the Countess
thought she could hear her own beating.
No one moved or spoke for what seemed like
an eternity.
The Countess now thought she could hear her
son’s heart beating.
The soft rustle of satin broke the silence
as the Baroness shook the gown.
“Come along Maria.” she said in a soft but
undeniably authoritative tone “Evening gowns
on the right side of the closet and my afternoon gown on the left. When you
have finished I will show you where to put my lingerie and petticoats.”
Trancelike he stepped towards her and took
the gown. Instinctively he knew this was wrong, a virile young man like himself
performing such a demeaning task but he was powerless to refuse. Both of them knew he was helpless, she could
have asked him to jump out of the window and he would have obeyed without
question.
The women sat on the chaise longue and
watched him apply himself to his assignment.
“Quite remarkable.” the Countess said
quietly as she observed her son perform the duties of a lady’s maid. “As I said
I knew he was infatuated with you but …this?”
“Yes Magdalena, the power we have over the
male never ceases to amaze me.” her cousin agreed.
She broke off their conversation.
“Oh Maria.” she called out to him “Please
put my lingerie in the top drawers of the tallboy and my petticoats in the
lower ones.”
“Yes Aunt Gwendolen.” he answered in an
almost servile tone.
“Thank you Maria.” she said squeezing her
cousin’s hand to prevent her from laughing out loud.
“He hates being called Maria.” The Countess
giggled “but you have him under your spell.”
“Yes Magdalena.” Gwendolen said “But as we both know men are shallow and fickle so
it may not last, so it is just as well he is being dispatched to St Jude’s
tomorrow.”
After twenty minutes of he finished his
task and presented himself to the ladies, his Aunt stood up and rewarded him
with a smile, he nearly collapsed when she offered him her cheek for a kiss.
“Now watch closely Maria.” she said as she
approached his mother who now stood by the bed.
She started to unbutton her cousin’s gown,
her fingers deftly working their way down her back.
“Now remove your mother’s gown.” she
instructed.
“But…”he began to object, his embarrassment
rising inside him.
On several occasions and being aware close
proximity to feminine undergarments made him extremely uncomfortable, his mother had concocted some spurious set of
circumstances and requested his presence
in her bedroom when she was being dressed by her maid. She
could see he was both horrified and fascinated at the same time. She had always
hoped her boudoir would have a calming feminine influence on him – and it
always did but the effect never lasted longer than a few hours.
After his mother stepped from the gown he
picked it up and laid it on the bed.
“Now I’ll show you how to unlace a corset.”
Aunt Gwendolen said as she untied the double knot on the Countess’s corset
laces and began to loosen them.
The Countess herself unhooked the corset’s
front studs and breathed a sigh of relief as she freed herself from its
confines and placed it on the bed. Both women exchanged looks.
“I have some letters to write.” the
Countess said as she walked towards the door her petticoats swaying gently “I
can finish undressing myself.”
As the door closed his aunt turned her back
to him and without any instruction he knew what was expected of him.
“I sometimes wish I was a man, Maria” she
said as his fingers began on the first button “You have such an easy time
dressing and undressing. You don’t need a maid to button you into a long heavy
dress or unlace a restricting corset.”
He remained silent, only too well aware that
he was now performing the role of a lady’s maid. But he didn’t care, his heart
or perhaps some other organ, was now practically enslaved to this vision of
beauty.
There was a heavy silence in the room and
he could feel his face redden.
“Not that I’m calling you a maid, Maria.”
she giggled, attempting to lighten the atmosphere, his blush deepened. If
anyone else had made such an insulting remark he would have admonished them and
stormed out but he was entranced by being so close to her.
As he freed the last button and without any
instruction he tugged the heavy satin material down over her bulky petticoats
allowing her to step out of the gown.
“Yes,” she continued as she watched him
gather the gown and place in together with his mother’s on the bed “Dressing
and undressing is so uncomplicated for
the male sex whereas for ladies it is a different and more complex affair. And
you probably have no idea how difficult it is to train a maid to the proper
standard.”
Despite his perceived self-confidence,
bombast and projected manliness his experience of the opposite sex was limited
to groping servant girls and barmaids. This was the first time he had –apart
from those very embarrassing occasions he had to endure in his mother’s bedroom
as her maid dressed her- that he had encountered a mature woman déshabillé.
And he was the one who had disrobed her.
From a young age he had always adored her. She
was several years older than him but much younger than his mother and had a
beauty and sophistication that captivated him from a young age. In the months
ahead he would regale his friends from school with the account of this evening,
no doubt he would achieve heroic status among his peers. Of course he would
exclude her addressing him as ‘Maria’ and that she obliquely referred to him as
a maid.
“Oh Maria, you’re day dreaming.” she said
interrupting his thoughts “just when I thought you would make an ideal lady’s
maid.”
His blush returned and reddened quickly and
deeply, he briefly thought about protesting but her smile disarmed him.
She laughed lightly at his embarrassment.
“Now, can you remember how to unlace my corset
Maria?” she said her tone becoming slightly more formal.
“Yes Aunt Gwendolen.” he replied in an
unusually submissive tone.
“Well come along girl.” she said, not harshly
but in a firm, matter-of-fact voice.
He winced at the word ’girl’ and again half-thought
about correcting her but gave her the benefit of the doubt and decided it was a slip of the tongue.
In order to perform his task he positioned
himself so close to her that his legs were almost enveloped by her voluminous
petticoats. He could feel his heart rate increase as he loosened the double
knot on the corset’s laces and remembering how he performed the task on his
mother began slackening the laces.
“I do hope you don’t mind acting as my
lady’s maid.” Aunt Gwendolen said, her voice softer now.
“Oh no Aunt Gwendolen.” he answered quickly,
eager to please before realising exactly what he had agreed to.
Well at
least nobody heard me. he consoled himself as he continued to
loosen his aunt’s lacing.
In truth he really didn’t mind, being this
close and in these circumstances, to the woman that had him enthralled since he
was a young boy was overwhelming. Such was the reverence in which he held her
he would have done anything she commanded.
“You are such a good natured boy.” she smiled
as he finished, gently stroking his cheek. She unclasped the front studs and
let out a sigh as the corset loosened its grip.
His heart quickened at her touch and
flattering remark.
She handed it to him and without being told he
neatly folded the heavy satin garment and wrapping the laces around it he
placed it on the bed.
“Petticoats.”she said as he returned to her
side, gesturing to the cord tied in an elaborate bow at the waist of her first
petticoat.
His hand trembled as he felt the softness of
the petticoat’s silk material, not in his most extravagant dreams could he have
imagined he would be in this position. His male organ was quite engorged to the
point where it was becoming not only uncomfortable but noticeable. If perceived
by his aunt she would no doubt be disgusted at his lack of respect and control.
As he unknotted the cord of her first petticoat and loosened it his hands could
feel the soft flesh of her womanly buttocks underneath. He struggled to concentrate
,his member aching with torment.
“You really are quite good at this.”Aunt
Gwendolen said as he folded the petticoat ensuring to keep it close to his
groin to disguise the bulge in his trousers. “A good maid is so hard to find
these days.”
He smiled nervously at her comment and despite
feeling vaguely ridiculous at acting in such a capacity his excitement and joy
at performing such an intimate role overcame any embarrassment. In fact he was
so overwhelmed he thanked her and bowed.
“Oh you darling boy.” his aunt said caressing his
cheek tenderly and smiled sweetly as she added “But a maid would curtsy.”
He looked at her, his mouth slightly agape and
eyes wide.
“Here, let me show you.” she said and before
he could even think of objecting she positioned his legs and instructed him in
the feminine gesture. “Now hold the sides of those ghastly male trousers and
try it.”
After a few repetitions he became quite adept.
“Oh Maria you’re a natural.” Aunt Gwendolen
gushed and in her silk bloomers and matching chemise she embraced him tightly.
He felt his organ stiffen even harder as she
held him.
“Maria!” she exclaimed as she pushed
him away “You naughty, disgusting girl.”
“Please …Aunt Gwendolen…I …it’s just that
…I…”he babbled unable to explain to this goddess what had happened.
“I thought you were different, more cultured, less
bestial than other boys.” she said the disappointment clear in her voice “I
have known you since you were a boy and to think this is what you think of me.
You should go.”
“Please Aunt Gwendolen…please” he pleaded, his
erection disappearing by the second “Please let me stay. Please. I don’t know
what happened.”
“It is my fault.” she sighed her
disappointment quite visible as she paced the room “Males are incapable of
controlling themselves.”
He was overcome with emotion, this woman who
he had silently and secretly worshiped throughout his boyhood years was
banishing him. He dropped to his knees.
“Please Aunt Gwendolen,…please.” he sobbed “Please
give me a second chance, I promise it will not happen again.”
She gazed down on the whimpering youth with a
strange look of contemplation on her face.
“If you wish us to have a proper relationship
you will do as I ask – and there will be no discussion or negotiation.”
“Oh yes Aunt Gwendolen.” he blubbered. “Of
course, Aunt Gwendolen.”
She walked to the one of the unopened trunks
and unlocked it, taking from it a package tied with a silk blue ribbon.
“I was keeping this for a special occasion.”
she said patting the rectangular box “I think this may just be that occasion.
Now go behind the screen, remove all your clothes and place them on top of the
screen. Let me know when you are ready.”
Grateful for a chance to redeem himself he did
not question her command nor what the box contained.
He undressed nervously leaving his shirt until
last, its length covering his nether regions and as his hands finally began to
unbuttoned this last item her voice rang out once more.
“And I mean all your clothes.” she said
“including your binding.”
His heart almost stopped, his hands
immediately clasped his chest where several layers of a wide bandage like
material covered a pair of small yet perfectly rounded breasts. These had been
the source of his shame since they had appeared almost overnight several months
ago. Visits to doctors had provided no cure but the consensus was that this was
a temporary condition probably brought on by an allergy of some sort. Whatever
the reason, it seemed to reduce his physical capabilities and perhaps even his
mental faculties also. He appeared to struggle with certain aspects of his
character and found it difficult to assert his personality over the female sex
the way he once did.
She knows!
he said the panic rising inside him.
“Hand over your binding, Maria.” she said in a
soft almost sympathetic voice “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Her voice calmed him somewhat and he slowly
unfurled the several yards of material that suppressed the offending fleshy
mounds and placed it on top of the screen. The only people that had known of
his ghastly secret were his mother and of course the other women in his life-
his Nanny and Governess. Until now.
“Your mother and I have no secrets.” she
interrupted, answering his unasked question. “I have known about your… shall we
say… condition from the very start.”
He remained silent his heart racing.
“Yes.” she continued breaking the long silence
“Ever since you began developing your mammary glands.”
“Mammary glands.” he sobbed out loud, the term
was so humiliating.
“Yes Maria darling. That is exactly what they
are.” she answered in a most compassionate tone “For a male it must a source of
great embarrassment but with my and of course your mother’s support I’m sure we
can help you cope with your condition. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes Aunt Gwendolen” he sobbed.
“That’s a good girl.” she said and handing
over the parcel added “Now put these on and then we will talk more when you are
dressed.”
He winced at her referring to him as a girl
again but once more he thought it was a slip of the tongue, besides he had
greater worries. Since he removed his
binding he felt even more vulnerable and desperately wanted to cover his
hideous breasts, his once engorged manly organ was now shrivelled and barely
visible. Snatching a glance in the mirror he could have been looking at a naked
girl and fought to hold back the tears. He was now anxious to cover himself as quickly
as possible, his hands struggled with the ribbon and eventually taking off the
top of the box he carefully removed the
layers of tissue paper underneath to reveal what lay inside. His eyes widened as
they fell on the contents, his right hand shook as it touched the soft blue
satin and as he lifted the garment from the box his knees almost gave way under
him.
A woman’s
nightgown! he murmured in disbelief Aunt Gwendolen must have given me the wrong package.
“Do hurry up Maria.” her voice rang
out impatiently.
“There must be some mistake Aunt Gwendolen
it’s…”he said, his voice shaking in disbelief.
“I know perfectly well what it is Maria.” she
replied her, steeliness in her voice. “It’s a lady’s nightgown and peignoir. I
think the colour will suit you perfectly.
“But…I …you don’t…”he blubbered.
“NOW! Maria.” Aunt Gwendolen snapped
her impatience evident “Or I will come in there and put in on you myself.”
He placed the heavy satin garment over his
head and as it fell over his breasts and back a shiver went down his spine. The
softness of the material caressed his buttocks and legs, to his horror and
shame the he began to feel the hardness develop between his legs once more.
This was the last thing he wanted he had to get rid of it or at least hide it.
He grabbed the peignoir and put it on desperately trying to take his mind off
the sensuous material.
Latin
verbs he
said to himself and silently concentrated on conjugating whatever came into his
mind.
Sum, es, est,
sumus, estis, sunt, he focused his mind but his aunt’s
irritated voice rang out.
“Maria!”
Thinking he had his organ under control he
stepped out from behind the screen.
“Oh you look simply divine.” she gushed moving
quickly to him, embracing him tightly and kissing him on the cheek.
He forced a smile and concentrated on the
future tense,
Ero, eris
,erit
It was working, the stiffness had eased
considerably by the time she opened his peignoir to view his new nightgown.
“Yes a perfect fit.” she said, making small
adjustments here and there before standing back to admire her protégé. Despite
the indignation and embarrassment at having to wear this ghastly feminine
garment he was nevertheless greatly relieved nothing was showing at his groin
area.
“I see you are a little excited by your new feminine
nightwear.” she said.
He looked down but there was no bulge and his
face betrayed his puzzlement.
“Oh you think excitement and pleasure can only
be displayed by that dreadful male organ.” she laughed as her hands cupped his
breasts. “Your nipples my darling Maria, they are as erect as any penis.”
He looked down and could see she was right as
both nipples on his pert breasts were standing proudly erect and quite visible
through the heavy satin. Not only that, he was now aware that her hands were
gently squeezing the soft plump flesh
and this time no amount of conjugating Latin or indeed Greek verbs could prevent his manhood becoming erect once
more. In moments the heavy satin material of the nightgown was bulging with his
stiff penis.
“You naughty girl Maria. I thought we spoke
about this.” his aunt said looking him at him directly, his eyes fell to the
floor.
“I’m…so… please Aunt, it’s just…”he babbled
almost coming to tears.
“It’s quite all right Maria. I’d better deal
with this sooner than later.” she said softly as she raised the nightgown and
gripped his organ with her right hand her left hand continued to caress his
right breast, he moaned at her touch. “You don’t mind me calling you Maria, do
you?”
He hated it of course but the sensations
running through his mind and body overruled that. She squeezed it again.
“N…no…aaah….no.” he squealed with pleasure.
“That’s a good girl Maria.” she whispered,
giving him another squeeze “I like good girls.”
His mind was in a state of confusion albeit an
ecstatic one and he did not see her reach for an ivory coloured quilted satin
glove which she deftly put on and resumed her hold on his organ.
“Don’t you worry Maria.” she said quietly
leading him to the bed by his extended member, sitting him on the bed she squeezed
and gently rubbed his penis “I’ll get rid of that horrible stiffness for you.”
Five seconds later his whole body shuddered,
he thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets as the violent orgasm took
hold. Lying on the bed with the satin nightgown bunched up over his breasts his
aunt used a cloth to wipe the semen away from his body and as he re-gained some
level of awareness he quickly realised his predicament and his penis shrivelled dramatically.
“Now don’t move Maria.” she said as she
continued to wipe the remaining drops of fluid from the organ. He closed his
eyes in shame as she completed her task but when he felt something hard and
cold touch his penis his eyes opened wide but a sudden fear paralysed him as he
heard a metallic click.
“That’s a good girl Maria.” his aunt said gently
shaking a contraption that now enveloped his male glands. “You won’t have that
horrible male problem for some time.”
In horror he looked at the metal device that
now enclosed his penis and testicles.
She kissed him tenderly on the cheek and
standing him up tugged on the apparatus checking it was correctly in place
before rearranging his nightgown.
“Perfect no unsightly male bulges just your
perfect little breasts .It may be a little uncomfortable for a while but I’m
told you will quickly get used to it. But now we can be the friends I always
wanted us to be.” she said “That is want you want isn’t it?”
“Yes Aunt…but …my… I…”he stammered unable to
arrange his thoughts. “This …thing…”
“Oh it’s nothing Darling.” she answered and
kissed him on the lips “It’s a male chastity device. Just think of it as a
corset for that troublesome …piece of flesh.”
The door opened and the Countess entered the
room wearing a peignoir not dissimilar to the one he was wearing, in her hand
she carried a glass with a pale liquid.
“Oh Gwendolen he looks adorable.” his mother
said and immediately inspected him. “And he is settled into his new…”
“Genital
arrangement.” Aunt Gwendolen offered helpfully. “Yes she is but she’s
looking a little tired.”
“I thought she might be.” the Countess said
and held the glass to his lips “Drink this darling it will calm your nerves.”
“Now why don’t you get into my bed, Maria.”
Aunt Gwendolen said “you need your rest.”
“Y..yes..”he said his brain still trying to
process what was happening as both women helped him into the large bed.
“Maria you are such a darling boy.” His mother
said kissing him on the cheek once more.
As he drifted to sleep he thought he heard
Aunt Gwendolen’s voice,
“Yes Magdalena. But for how much longer?”
