A Very Victorian Education Chapter 21 with Illustration

Below is Chapter 21. I thought I would have been be able to progress the story further than I have and I must confess with parts of this chapter I’m a little out of my comfort zone (and I apologise in advance if readers sensibilities are affronted). However Lady Charlotte felt it necessary to record a certain aspect of Aubrey’s education which would not usually be mentioned in polite society.

Hopefully you will not be too vexed.

As always many thanks to everyone for continuing to support the story, particularly those who took the time to comment and tick the ‘more’ box. I know interest in the story may be waning but apparently there is still a reasonable cohort of readers who remain engaged with Aubrey’s journey.And as I’ve said before that’ what drives the story is reader interest so there will be at least another 2 chapters.

Her Ladyship has informed me that she has just received a communication the Countess outlining her plans for tomorrow so I had better get going.

Oh dear, that’s her ringing the bell now.  I hope I haven’t made any spelling errors.

Take care

Carrie

PS The illustration bears no relationship to the text

A Very Victorian Education

By

CarrieP

Chapter 21

The interconnecting door to his sumptuously, if exceedingly feminine, bedroom closed leaving Aubrey St. Clair alone.

 Alone and in a heightened state of emotional turmoil.

 He could not remember a time in the last several months when he had the luxury of his own company. Every waking moment had been spent in the small circle of women that comprised of Lady Charlotte de Winter and her all-female domestic staff. This suffocating, stifling, oppressive and domineering coterie of women had conspired to keep him dressed in gowns of satin, silk, taffeta and every other conceivably soft feminine fabric known to man or more accurately -woman.

Now, for once unaccompanied by his female tormentors, and for the first time since he entered this house of women he felt his legs encased in trousers rather than the petticoats and skirts that had become his everyday garments. It was a very strange feeling and he found it difficult to comprehend. For months he had to be careful near low tables for fear of knocking over delicate ornaments or figurines with his voluminous skirts. Aubrey thought it would be a seamless transition reverting to male garb however, to his surprise and  shame, just like any woman he still found himself clutching at imaginary skirts when walking even a short distance.  He stood in front of his bedroom mirror gazing at the image reflected back at him and barely recognised the image looking back at him. Every day during his torment  he was stood in front of this very same looking glass by Alice, his Governess to ensure he was confronted with his feminine image. When she was not in attendance her place was taken by one of the several maids employed by Lady Charlotte, and although they were never overtly disrespectful it was obvious to him that they viewed him as a source of enduring entertainment. After all how many maids got to dress a young man as a girl every day.

This unexpected return  to male garb  should have been a moment to savour, to finally witness the long awaited renaissance of his physical identity as a confident, and vigorous young man. The reflection did indeed display a fashionably attired figure, dressed in an impeccably cut suit from one of Jermyn Street’s finest emporiums of gentleman’s outfitters. His white shirt and stiff collar under an elegant waistcoat, a gold chain betraying the expensive watch tucked neatly into the pocket on the right side. However even he could see there was something odd, something a little peculiar, something not quite right about the appearance of the young man in the mirror. There was no display of the self-possession; none of the hauteur associated with a young man of his class instead there was nervousness, diffidence, timidity even. It was not a quality anyone who knew him would have ascribed to Aubrey St. Clair.

“It is me,” he whispered desperately trying to reassure himself as he moved closer to the mirror.

 At least it looked very like him, yet for some reason he struggled to fully convince himself that the figure gazing back at him was an actual male. He scrutinised the reflection and even touched it to ensure it was not just a figment of his imagination or even a dream. He had waited for this moment for months and now that it had arrived he found it difficult to recognise himself. The image of a well dressed young man was not what he usually saw when checking his appearance and now he was having difficulty in discerning masculine features in the figure staring back at him. Dismayed he reluctantly had to admit that, as much as he wanted to, he could not confidently determine if the vision in front of him was male or female. He planted his legs apart placing his hands on his hips trying to create a manly stance, a more self-assured, cocky pose.

It was an improvement but still lacking in a certain something, something that he found hard to put his finger on. No matter what posture he adopted it still fell short of red-blooded manliness, there was a certain vulnerability, an almost perceptible softness, about the reflected figure that could be described in many ways and none of them included the word masculine.

“Delicate.” he said quitely to the empty room, settling on the least offensive word and once more attempted yet another masculine stance “Definitely not effeminate- no matter what Lady Charlotte and Alice think.”

This little performance took only a minute or two before he suddenly realised it had distracted him from a problem that he was sure would very shortly enter his bedroom.

“Roberta!”he said naming the reason for his anxiety and his head turning nervously towards the bedroom door.

He instinctively knew that sooner or later she would appear and with no lock on the door he would be at her mercy. He strongly suspected that her arrival would happen when everyone had retired and were soundly asleep. It was what he had done when attempting to seduce several servant girls in various houses he had visited with his mother. A hand over the mouth and his superior strength ensured no alarm was raised. He too would be asleep when she struck, too late to call for help, Lady Charlotte would not hear as she was a sound sleeper and the servants’ quarters were too far away. This would now surely be his fate, within seconds Roberta’s hand would be between his legs and she would discover the truth. His life would be ruined.

Panic engulfed him. He paced the room, he placed a chair at the door handle but doubted such a fragile defence would deter someone a determined as Roberta. He recalled with great anxiety the look in her eyes as she blew him a kiss, he also recognised that look. It was one of lust, of raw sexual desire. For some inexplicable reason he covered his breasts with his arms only afterwards realising just what a feminine gesture it was.

“And the only thing between her and me is that chair.” he gasped, glancing with trepidation at the flimsy piece of furniture at the door.

There was only one option.

He softly knocked on the interconnecting door to Lady Charlotte’s room and hearing her voice bid him enter he slowly opened it and sheepishly moved quietly into the room.

Lady Charlotte sat at her dressing room table with Alice behind her removing her pink pearl hair pins.

“Ah!, our manly hero, Alice.” she trumpeted theatrically as she regarded him in the mirror “no doubt here to offer us his masculine protection.”

“And such a fine specimen of manhood he is, your ladyship.” Alice replied. “I’m sure we will all sleep soundly in our beds this evening, safe in the knowledge of such a fearless defender of our virtue.”

Aubrey was far too distracted by the imminent threat of being violated by Roberta to notice the smirk on Alice’s face or the thinly veiled gentle mockery in Lady Charlotte’s voice.

“Yes my dear.” Lady Charlotte said stifling a giggle “You wish to see me before retiring for the night?”

“Well…I…”he began, glancing over his shoulder at the open interconnecting door.

“Yes?” Lady Charlotte pressed him to continue.

“Ah…I… it’s just…”he stumbled over his words as both women’s intense gaze fell on him. “I’m… a little… concerned…” he faltered

“Yes?” Lady Charlotte encouraged him with a gentle smile.

“Roberta!” he blurted unable to organise his fears into a coherent sentence.

“Roberta?”Lady Charlotte repeated with a quizzical look.

“I’m sure she will try to enter my room when everyone is asleep.” he exclaimed in an excited and obviously worried voice.

“And you will be unable to…”Lady Charlotte looked at him with a barely concealed smile “safeguard your masculine honour.”

“I’ve placed a chair at the door handle but she’s far too… too…”he stammered, finding it difficult to admit the obvious fact.

“Too, shall we say athletic?”Lady Charlotte said, sparing him the embarrassment of a more honest appraisal of Roberta’s superiority over him.

“Yes, yes, athletic.” Aubrey sized on the word gratefully.

“And you are afraid she will discover your little secret?” Lady Charlotte suggested.

“Little!” Alice repeated her mistress’s phrase with a derisive snort as she looked at Aubrey and he noticed her eyes fall to his groin.

Aubrey nodded his agreement, his anxiety levels rising by the second, Alice’s insult barely registered with him.

“And how exactly do you think we could prevent my god-daughter having her wicked way with you?” Lady Charlotte enquired.

He tried to make his suggestion but his mouth went dry. His head turned to the large couch at the wall. Her eyes followed his gaze.

“You wish to sleep in my room!” Lady Charlotte exclaimed, clearly taken aback at the suggestion, however her handsome face although seemly astonished did not portray any obvious sign of disgust.

“I could arrange a room in the servants quarters your ladyship.” Alice said.

From the look on his face it was obvious that this suggestion only served to increase Aubrey’s anxiety as he knew that in such an arrangement he would go from the frying pan into the fire. He was relieved when Lady Charlotte dismissed it.

“I’m afraid I can’t have a young man of Aubrey’s class sleeping in the servant’s quarters.” she said.

“The couch…”he began but both women ignored him.

“Mmm.” Lady Charlotte pondered the problem “Perhaps but Roberta could still sneak in here and I am a sound sleeper, I would not hear her.”

Silence descended on the room as Lady Charlotte deliberated on the dilemma.

“I’m afraid there is only one way to ensure his safety.” Lady Charlotte said gravely, her face taking on a most serious expression.

“Oh your ladyship…” Alice gasped and looked at Aubrey “Surely you don’t mean…”

“Yes Alice I’m afraid I do.” Lady Charlotte sighed with an air of resignation and looked at Aubrey’s male attire with disdain “The idea of a male sharing my bed is quite repulsive to me of course. An irritating and vexatious sex at the best of times but vile creatures once aroused.”

“Dreadful and bestial.” Alice snorted in disgust.

“I do hope you’re not one of those types Aubrey?” Lady Charlotte enquired of the boy. “The type that would take advantage of a lady’s kindness.

Aubrey thought he heard a noise from his room, he couldn’t be sure but it was enough to concentrate his mind.

“Oh no Lady Charlotte.” he answered quickly with one ear listening for any activity in his room. “I’m not that kind of man.”

“Man!”Alice, once again snorted with derision.

“Aubrey.”Lady Charlotte said in a soft, sympathetic voice and taking both his hands in hers smiled at him “Dear Aubrey, after all these months of dressing you in beautifully elegant gowns, expensive corsetry and lingerie, educating you in the art of femininity, freeing you of those vile male characteristics  you surely cannot think we consider you male. You have made so much progress in embracing the honourable and worthy feminine values  your mother and I hold so dear I would be most disappointed if you abandoned your education now. But if you feel so masculine then perhaps you should have no trouble in dealing with Roberta. I’m sure when she discovers you are anatomically male she will be discreet and your secret will remain safe.”

Another phantom noise from the other room distracted him momentarily.

Of course he knew a lady of her impeccable moral standards could not countenance having a male share her bed. If he wanted sanctuary in her bed it would have to be as a girl. He had spent every moment of every day for months dressed as a girl he reasoned, why should tonight be any different?

“Aubrey.” Lady Charlotte said in a slightly sharper tone “Are you listening to me?”

“Yes, Lady Charlotte” he said.

“Do you feel masculine enough to repel Roberta?” Lady Charlotte she repeated.

Thinking this was one thing actually admitting it out loud was shameful.

“No, Lady Charlotte.” he replied.

“So you feel feminine enough to share my bed?”she asked in a tone of voice that he knew required more than a perfunctory answer. He felt another sliver of male dignity fall away as he muster as much enthusiasm as he could under the circumstances after all the alternative was too horrible to imagine.

“Oh yes Lady Charlotte.” he lied and added for good measure “Quite feminine.”

Her face softened and she smiled, he could see he made the right decision.

“Very well, on this occasion I will allow you to share my bed.” she said.

 “Of course you will have to be properly attired.” Lady Charlotte replied and turned to Alice “There is no need to fetch one of his nightgowns he can wear one of mine. The pink satin one with the long sleeves I think. Pink really does suit you, doesn’t it Aubrey?”

Perhaps it was a question designed to test the faux enthusiasm he had shown or yet another small humiliation to be endured. He was so relieved at being saved from an encounter with Roberta he would gladly wear anything she wished him to wear. After all he was quite used to wearing soft feminine nightgowns. It was a small price to pay.

 “Oh yes Lady Charlotte.” he said with a degree of enthusiasm that surprised even her “Pink one of my favourite colours.”

“If I may have a word your ladyship.”Alice said and whispered into her mistress’s ear.

“Ah yes Alice, thank you I almost forgot.” Lady Charlotte said and turned to Aubrey once more “Please remove those clothes Aubrey.”

The young man looked around for somewhere private to undress.

“Oh for heaven’s sake Aubrey.” Lady Charlotte said impatiently “We have both seen you naked, disrobe immediately or Alice will do it for you.”

Within minutes he was naked in front of them and as Alice removed each item of clothing he could only use his hands to cover his genitals.

“Such modesty, Alice.”Lady Charlotte cooed taking in the sight in front of her “How sweet.”

Alice, standing next to her mistress and holding a silk nightgown over-laid with chiffon in the most delicate shade of pink, knew this was a signal to draw Aubrey further into the web of feminisation Lady Charlotte was spinning.

“I hope you won’t consider me impertinent, your ladyship.” Alice said as she held out the nightgown to the quivering youth and as he reached out with one hand to take it she suddenly turned to Lady Charlotte leaving him grasping at thin air and his genitals exposed.”Your offer of refuge to Master Aubrey is extremely commendable not to mention brave but I am most concerned for your virtue.”

She paused before looking at Aubrey once more.

“Despite the unquestionable progress in his education in the values and ideals of femininity, he is after all a male.”

Another barely disguised look of contempt was thrown in his direction before she added,

“And they are slaves to their bestial urges.”

Lady Charlotte sighed wearily at Alice’s observation.

“Yes, I suppose you are right. It really is quite impossible for any male to resist the depraved impulse that is always trying to rear its ugly head. But if I leave him on his own Roberta will undoubtedly attempt to have her way with him and the poor boy’s little secret will be discovered.”

She interrupted her deliberations and with a look of resignation gazed at Aubrey.

“It is such a moral dilemma. Perhaps we should return him to his own room surely Roberta will not be so audacious after all somewhere inside her she is a very well-bred young lady.”

Aubrey felt a familiar panic rise inside him, he knew as sure as day follows night Roberta was clearly going to invade his room when she felt it would be safe and when she did he would be helpless. Once she discovered his true sex his life would be ruined and all of London would know he had been a feminised male.

“No…no…please Lady Charlotte.” he begged “I… promise…I won’t…”

“If I could suggest an alternative, your ladyship?” Alice said leaving the nightgown on the bed and moving to her mistress’s bedside table “I anticipated such situation and thought you may wish to consider this.

She held out a walnut box to Lady Charlotte.

Lady Charlotte opened the box and removing its contents smiled at Alice.

“It will ensure that Master Aubrey will be unable to act on any involuntary… ahem… energy that may develop in his nether regions.”

Lady Charlotte held up the apparatus to examine it.

“It looks like a miniature…” Lady Charlotte said holding up the item “corset. And in pink satin, Aubrey favourite colour. It really is so wonderfully pretty.”

“Exactly, your ladyship.” Alice helpfully pointed out “And pink is a befitting colour for such a device. “

Alice removed a long thin strip of leather also in pink with various rings attached as well as a small padlock.

“This belt goes around the waist.” Alice’s face suddenly took on a look of glee as she continued,

“The dreadful organ is placed into the corset.” Alice explained as Lady Charlotte looked on in fascination and Aubrey in horror “which as you can see has laces like any corset to tighten it. It also has five small whalebones which keep the …ahem…the item secure once the laces are pulled and the ring underneath is attached to a clip on this strip of strong silk. Once in place the length of silk is pulled between the legs and attached to another ring on the belt and secured with the small padlock. So no matter how… “

Alice paused, reluctant to complete the sentence.

“Energised?” Lady Charlotte suggested.

“Yes your ladyship, energised.” Alice agreed and looked at Aubrey who did not know whether to blush or cry. “ No matter how energised the organ gets it is tightly restrained in a downward position and cannot escape its corset and become …ahem… if you will forgive the expression your ladyship…erect.”

“It is such a pretty device.” Lady Charlotte said nonchalantly, examining the miniature corset.

“And very effective, your ladyship.”Alice declared proudly. “Males are such undisciplined and selfish creatures they need to be taught how to behave. Wearing this corset there is absolutely no chance of a male being able to act on his depraved urges. A lady’s virtue would be perfectly safe.”

 “And discomfort?” Lady Charlotte asked her.

“None whatsoever, m’lady.”Alice announced assuredly with a smile. “At least not that I’m aware of.”

“Well it certainly would solve the immediate problem.” Lady Charlotte said.

Both women looked inquiringly at the young man who by now was looking quite pale.

“Are you willing to …”Lady Charlotte glanced at the perfectly miniaturised corset with a curious face before turning to Aubrey and with the sweetest smile continued  “wear this ..ahem ..garment under your nightgown to safeguard my reputation?”

The young man looked at the small , almost innocuous item  in horror and involuntarily let out a low whimper.

“I fear we are asking far too much of the poor boy. I suppose it is understandable why he would not wish to be encased such an emasculating garment.” Lady Charlotte sighed to Alice as she observed his reaction. “Unfortunately he cannot seek the refuge of my bed if I am not protected.”

Lady Charlotte looked at him pensively and once more sighed wearily.

“I’m afraid you will have to sleep in your own bed after all and hopefully Roberta will not disturb you .”

She nodded to Alice who took him by the arm and began to steer him towards the door.

The prospect of having Roberta forcing herself on him and revealing his true sex was by far the more appalling scenario.  Would the mortification of wearing such a ghastly device be a price worth paying for the protection of Lady Charlotte’s bed?

His fear trumped everything.

“Please Lady Charlotte let me stay.” he pleaded “I will gladly wear the…the…”

“Your Chastity Corset.” Lady Charlotte helpfully offered.

“Yes..yes.” he gulped and repeated “The Chastity Corset.”

“No.” Lady Charlotte corrected him “Your Chastity Corset.”

Shame engulfed him but he had no other option, he swallowed hard and fought back the tears.

“My Chastity Corset.” he said quietly.

Lady Charlotte smiled but said nothing and handed the apparatus to Alice.

“This will ensure you will not be able to act on those ghastly male urges.” his Governess said, Aubrey looked on in horror as she expertly prepared the instrument. “Lift your nightgown young lady.”

His hands trembled as he lifted the several layers of soft silk and chiffon and he could feel tears well up inside. Alice first put the belt in place and then slipped the corset over his flaccid penis and leaving the glans exposed she began pulling the laces.

Manfully, he somehow continued to hold back the tears as he watched her attach the clip to the silk cord and draw the corseted penis downward. She threaded the cord between his leg and he felt a sharp tug as his penis was pulled tight against his testicles with the head peeping out from its new whalebone and satin gaol. He heard a sharp click and knew his manhood, just like its owner, had now also been imprisoned by Lady Charlotte.

“As your ladyship can see,” Alice informed her mistress “the horrible organ is safely secured and I have left the top of it free so Miss Aubrey can urinate, in the correct feminine position of course.”

 He dropped his nightgown as the tears finally began to flow and Alice smiled triumphantly

“Oh do stop that unnecessary girlish display.” Lady Charlotte admonished him “Now lift your nightgown again I wish to inspect it for myself.

Sobbing quietly he once more lifted the soft material of the nightgown above his waist.

Lady Charlotte bent down to examine Alice’s handiwork.

“It does look quite safe and secure.” she said and smiling added, “Tame, almost innocuous.”

“Yes your ladyship,” Alice answered with an elated smile “Quite harmless.”

Aubrey almost jumped as Lady Charlotte took the tip of the penis between her thumb and forefinger and gently massaged it. Despite his abject humiliation, and to his horror, her gentle touch produced a swelling in his testes and although he could not see it he could feel the glans of the penis distending as much as was allowed by the constraints of its corset. He could feel waves of exquisite sensations flood his brain and his body as her caress lingered, he desperately wanted to touch it to relieve this unbearable torture but he knew that was obviously out of the question.

Lady Charlotte eyes widened as she continued to observe the head of his penis strain against its corset and twitch at her every touch. He could feel his knees becoming weaker and he groaned softly. She took her hands away and turning to Alice instructed her to fetch her something downstairs and as the door closed she returned to Aubrey, who still held his nightgown at his waist.

“Now my darling Aubrey,” she said as she stepped so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his face “you do understand why you must be corseted…down there?”

To make her point her delicate fingers once more played with his confined member and with each touch it struggled vainly to become erect however the apparatus ensured it was kept securely between his legs. It was an automatic male response and one no malee could control. He let out a low whimper at her touch.

Aubrey had been dressed, educated and treated as a girl for several months and although he still managed to retain a degree of masculinity – as his sexual organ was even now demonstrating- he was acutely aware that these months had taken their toll on his manliness. As much as he wished to, he could not deny he had become more graceful and lithe in his movements, his mannerisms were now more feminine than masculine and his male aggression had all but disappeared. This was achieved through a process that Alice referred to as his ‘daily milking’ whereby she would ensure his sexual organ was aroused and after donning a special satin glove would bring him to climax. As the glove tightened and relaxed he was helpless and at her mercy, shamefully admitting in the throes of ecstasy that he liked being dressed as a girl  and it was the only way to help him control his ghastly male urges.  Although the procedure contained a few intense yet very fleeting moments of pleasure, ultimately it was an extremely humiliating experience that ensured he would remain dressed as a girl and continue to endure life under female authority. 

Lady Charlotte’s question hung in the air as her fingers continued to play with the head of his penis, spasms of pleasure exploded in his brain with each touch and although both of them knew the question was rhetorical both also knew he was obliged to answer it out loud.

“Y…yes, Lady Charlotte.” he replied, his voice barely rising above a whisper.

“Because?” she asked fixing him with her large blue eyes while her thumb caressed his glans.

The answer was one he had become used to giving Alice but it was not enough merely to mouth the words. No, they had to be delivered with genuine conviction otherwise he would be subjected to any one of several punishments. The punishment in this case would be leaving him at the tender mercies of Roberta Cockshott. It was incentive enough to sacrifice another sliver of the small amount of dignity he was desperately trying to retain. He swallowed hard and lowered his eyes as Alice had taught him.

“Because… I need your help to behave in a more restrained and feminine manner.” he said softly and then with a genuineness that surprised him he added, “Girls do not behave in such a ghastly manner.”

This seemingly sincere admission of his shame regarding his base male desires had a startling and unexpected effect on Lady Charlotte which was quite unforeseen by him.

“Oh my darling boy!” she gushed becoming quite emotional, he thought he saw tears in her eyes as she took both his hands in hers allowing his nightgown fall. She smiled and quite unexpectedly embraced him, kissing him tenderly on the lips “It makes me very happy to hear you say that with such honesty and it is quite obvious you are making a great effort to contain those crass, debased male compulsions.”

She pressed his face into her ample bosom, her right hand falling to his buttocks drawing him even tighter to her body. He knew that despite his organ being firmly corseted between his legs there would still be a response to the proximity of soft feminine flesh. He was also acutely aware that such an arrogant display of the sexual male urge would undoubtedly and immediately have an extreme negative effect on her. Ensuring that he remained limp and soft was imperative. He closed his eyes and began thinking of algebraic abstractions, cricket scores, the genus of aquatic animals- anything to sooth the savage beast that nested between his legs.  

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“You will discover that many ladies find such qualities extremely attractive in a male.” she said in a low voice holding him tighter to her body. “You would be extremely popular and in great demand from the fair sex.

He barely heard her as he concentrated on remembering the scores from the various cricket matches he had attended last year.

His penis somehow continued toremain flaccid and in her secure embrace this did not go unnoticed by her.

“What a well-bred girl you are.” she said tenderly and kissed him lightly once more on the lips and her hand slid between his legs “I hope you don’t object to me referring to you as a girl Aubrey?”

Aubrey, trying desperately to keep his member from surging against her hand, was too busy focusing his mind on the order of the Australian batsmen from the second Test match at Lord’s. He had never been touched by a woman like this before and was having great difficulty in maintaining his organ’s limp state.  

“Aubrey, are you listening?” Lady Charlotte said stroking his face.

 “No…no…, of course not.” he croaked “I… don’t mind being called a girl.”

He was concentrating so much she could have called him the Duchess of Devonshire and he would not have cared.

“Good girl.” she replied and looked him in the eyes “Of course it’s only natural to have these urges particularly when you’re being kissed by an attractive woman. Do find me attractive  Aubrey?”

She kissed him softly and her hand touched him once more.

“Ooh.. yes… yes…Lady Charlotte.” he whimpered his brain in such turmoil he did not hear the door opening as Alice returned.

“Would you like to make love to me?” she asked fixing him with her gaze.

She did not need to hear his reply her hand already had the answer.

“And you know I only make love to women.” she said, her hand squeezing him again.

“Aaah… y…yes…yes.” he somehow managed to utter.

He was led to the bed where Alice was arranging the satin pillows across side of the bed. As she finished her task and stood back he expected her to release him from his penile corset. Lady Charlotte kissed him once more on the lips.

“Is this your first time Aubrey?”

He nodded shamefully. She smiled and caressed his cheek, turning away from him she added some powder to a glass of water and gave it to him.

“Well don’t worry my darling. Now drink this.” she said reassuringly “I’ll be gentle.”

He looked down at his groin.

“Oh don’t worry.” Lady Charlotte said as she positioned him facing the bed and gently eased him face down onto the bed. “You won’t need that.”

From his prostrate position he felt the soft satin of the pillow brush against his cheek and began to feel more relaxed. He could see Alice approaching the bed with a tray containing a jar, a rubber glove and a rectangular teak box. She smiled at Aubrey before addressing her mistress.

“Shall I apply the unguent now, your ladyship?”

“Yes Alice.” she said “I think Master Aubrey may be sufficiently relaxed.”

Aubrey did indeed feel less anxious than he had been but was slightly confused at the sight of Alice pulling on the rubber glove and squeezing the contents of the tube onto it. She raised his nightgown, hips reacted and his buttocks clenched as he felt the unguent being applied between them.

“Oooh… what….”he blurted, feeling an unusual sensation.

“Hush now Aubrey .” he heard Lady Charlotte’s soothing voice say as he felt the weight of her body on his back, her breasts gently pressing into his shoulders and sensed her delightful  perfume invade his brain,. He felt her hands on his buttocks and yet another strange sensation between them. He tried to move from under her but her weight held him firmly in place under her soft flesh.

“Relax, my darling boy.” she whispered kissing him tenderly on the neck “You’ll be a woman soon and I want you to enjoy it the way a woman does.”