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The Gilded Cage              by: Ann Browning

 

Book 6

 

Synopsis

Emily Richmond a shy and extremely wealthy widow, knows she is near death. Her eighteen-year-old son Hilarie has become uncontrollable and is mixing with the wrong people. Emily makes him a ward of her estranged sister-in-law, Lady Miranda Fauntleroy, a specialist in the treatment of uncontrollable boys.

Within Lady Miranda's mansion he is disciplined and feminized. He spends the first weeks as an infant girl and threatened with a change of sex if he does not bow to his Aunt's will. Hilarie meets Jamie; whose past was similar to his own. Jamie has been feminism by his Aunt Madame Edwina and sexually mutilated at the hands of the surgeon Doctor Buell. Hilarie is instructed to hide his true sex from Jamie, but later that night, Hilarie discovers the elegant Madame Edwina is a male and she and Jamie are lovers.

A few weeks later Alice and her Mother arrive. Hilarie is forced to dress as a young girl suffering intense humiliation at the hands of Alice. Later spending the night with Alice he discovers "she" is in fact a boy. Seduced by her beauty, they make love and Alice promises to explain her predicament the following morning. He spends the night pondering his strange life wondering where it will lead. He hears her story the brutality she and her mother have suffered at the hands of her father. He knows he is in love and makes plans to live together. However the path of true love is difficult to negotiate and Alice is forced to leave confined in a terrible corset

To rescue Alice he attempts an escape from the household but is recaptured. Hilarie is taken to Doctor Buell's clinic where an operation is performed to give him two beautiful natural breasts. Later he is attended by two corsetierres who build a new wardrobe of gorgeous underwear. A month has passed and the household has settled into a normal routine.

 

Book 6.  Entertaining a Peer of the Realm.

 

Chapter One. Breakfast with Aunt Miranda

A dramatic change had taken place in the household since Hilarie's operation. He was now accepted as a young lady and now wore the clothes of a late teen. However Miss Yvette was still in charge of him and the strict regime he had to follow night and day was rarely varied.

In the early morning he was released from the silk nightdress with the attached "good boy" pockets. The development of Hilarie's breasts had a number of side effects. They had created a further two erogenous zones, and despite a sterling effort by Miss Yvette prior to Hilarie going to sleep to reduce his tension the incident of erotic dreams had increased. Despite his confined hands, or perhaps because of them, he always seemed to awake lying on his back. His nipples would be erect and straining against his silken gown while his member would be pumping his seed onto the silken gown and sheets.

Now it was no longer once but two or three times a night. At first Lady Miranda insisted that Hilarie attend brunch with the testimony of his nocturnal emissions very much in evidence. By design and with the obvious intention of humiliating Hilarie he was paraded past the staff each morning. He had to accept their sniggers as they saw the stains of his outpourings on the nightclothes. It seemed quite incongruous to see the evidence of masculine virility on this exquisite beauty each morning

Almost two weeks had passed since he'd endured this indignity. Lady Miranda no longer insisted he stand before her whilst she examined the overlapping signs on the front of the gown. Then she'd shake her head, and give a disgruntled sigh. There'd be a hint of resignation in her smile as she said "really Hilarie I thought you would have learned more self control by now." Hilarie, would blush brightly under her gaze and stammer an apology. This ritual had begun immediately he had become her ward, and Hilarie had felt acutely embarrassed each morning he had to appear before her.

Two weeks ago it had ceased, his emissions continued but Miss Yvette changed him into a fresh silk or satin nightdress before brunch. There was no explanation given and Hilarie was too frightened to ask the reason in case the ritual was reintroduced. His Aunt waved him to his seat and they began their breakfast. "We will be having visitors today and I want you to appear your best." Said Lady Miranda.

"Is it Mrs. Chesterfield and Alice?" he asked hopefully.

"Sorry to disappoint you Hilarie." "She said with a wry smile on her lips "This time its' a young man from England and his mother. They are real aristocrats, The Duke of Middlesex, Lord Cecil and Lady Julia. Today, I'm afraid they quite outrank me. A duke and duchess are very much ahead of a mere countess. Hilarie was quite surprised this was the first time Aunt Miranda had mentioned her heritage to him.

Through breakfast she returned a number of times to the subject. How the Fauntleroys had established themselves and about all about Little Lord Fauntleroy and how Hilarie would have liked to be in his shoes. For the first time Hilarie felt he was being treated as a person rather than a cipher and for a change breakfast was finished too quickly this morning. Miss Yvette ushered him to his bedroom to begin preparing Hilarie for the day.

 

 

Chapter Two. Toilette

This morning even his bath was somewhat hurried, and after lacing him into a lightly boned satin corset, in which she took extreme care in pulling in the waist as tightly as possible. Wrapping him in a rose pink silk robe she lead him to the spacious Queen Anne dressing table.

Miss Yvette had been instructing him on the use of make up over the last few weeks. She had insisted he watch carefully as she had applied lipstick, foundation and eye shadow. There would be times she had said when he would be on his own and need to apply it or freshen it up. This morning she was concentrating on the foundation.

"This one is a very special light one and for your fine skin only the lightest touch is needed." She touched his face lightly saying wistfully "It is so soft and fine, far too good for a boy. Now to finish the foundation all you need is enough powder to reduce any shininess" with her fingers she lightly smoothed it onto his skin. Using a sable brush she wiped any surplus from his face.

"Now over this, a little rouge to highlight your cheekbones. Again just a little as we want to enhance the bones not cover them!" Miss Yvette moved Hilarie's head closer to the mirror, tilting it slightly. "Now it is time for the eyes, the hand it must be steady as we apply the eyeliner."

Hilarie watched his face in the mirror, it began changing before his eyes. It was as if he were in a dream and the girl facing him was someone else who had taken over his body. For the last two weeks she had been constantly there, wielding power over him. Prior to that the real Hilarie had remained outside waiting for the world he'd known only a few months ago return.

Now new feelings were invading his body, the hatred he'd felt for his Aunt had gone. At first a great fear had replaced this but now that had started to vanish also, now he had a great longing to be clasped tightly in her arms and to feel her lips on his. It felt so strange, he no longer seemed to know who he was or what he should do. The events were happening too fast.

"Hilarie, are you paying attention?" he was jolted from his reverie. "Now what do you think? You are beautiful no?" said Miss Yvette.

He looked into the mirror, his mind was in turmoil . He was both mesmerised and disgusted with his feeling as he accepted with narcissistic approval of his metamorphic into the beautiful image that was reflected back. No matter how much he tried to reconcile himself he still felt disgust at what he saw before him.

It was the image of a girl about to change into a young woman, she was utterly beautiful. The soft blue eyes appeared enormous beneath slender eyebrows slightly darkened with pencil. The long sweeping lashes emphasized with mascara were framed with the blue of the eye shadow. A light touch of powder removed the youthful shine from the retrousse nose. Blusher highlighted the high cheekbones and a dark lipstick covered the bee-stung rosebud lips. A halo of platinum blonde soft curls formed a corona sweeping down to the nape of her neck.

"Well Miss Hilarie, you are beautiful no? No one would imagine you to be a sissy boy!"

Hilarie tried to smile; Miss Yvette had really excelled herself. If Hilarie had been a genetic girl and had seen this image reflected back, "she" would have been ecstatic. The conflicting thoughts that were streaming were tearing him apart. He wanted to feel disgust at what he saw; instead there was a feeling of joy and a pride in the beauty that was before him. Always in his mind, though, was the knowledge that this was still Hilarie, the sissy boy she-male. A freak, not of nature but created by a surgeon's hands.

He couldn't share his despair with Miss Yvette and he covered this by saying. "Yes Miss Yvette it is excellent."

The pretty maid frowned at the sorrow in his voice. "Come my pretty little sissy -boy cheer up. My mother she had a saying for you. In english it is accept today for what it is, for who knows what tomorrow will bring." She motioned for Hilarie to stand and removed the rose pink silk negligee, now he was clad only in the satin corselet.

Miss Yvette held a pair of french knickers of blue silk and signaled he should step into them. They were close fitting at the hips then flared to be loose fitting at the hips. The crotch was wide and deep and he saw that it was fastened together with two hooks and eyes. He would have greatly appreciated the garment on some other day, he didn't feel they were the correct wear for visitors. "They're quite beautiful Miss Yvette, but couldn't I wear a closer fitting pair that would give me more support down here." he indicted his appendage and jewels which was hanging quite freely with no protection.

"Couldn't I wear my new pudenda today?"

Miss Yvette shook her head. "I'm sorry Hilarie, I've already spoken to the Countess about what you were to wear today and these are her choice. However once you have your stockings on, I will fit this, your appendage bridle." In her hands she held a satin and elastic garter with a second circlet of silk and lace attached. Even the unworldly Hilarie could see what it would do.

Miss Yvette slid gossamer thin blue silk stockings up his legs, pulling the suspenders beneath his knickers as she fastened them to the stocking tops. Showing him how this would preserve a smooth line beneath the dress. Once satisfied she slid a slender knee length silk petticoat over his head and smoothed it down his body. It was lightly trimmed with lace, all of it inset. So there was nothing to interrupt a smooth line beneath the gown he would be wearing.

As Miss Yvette smoothed the silk over the thin satin corselet, he felt it slither down over his breasts, sending a tingling though his still tender flesh causing the nipples to swell and stand erect. A warm feeling continued down centering itself between his legs. Miss Yvette sensed the change in his body and quickly took the appendage bridle, raised his petticoat and slid it high up his leg. Settling it on his left thigh, she slid the head of his burgeoning member into the elastic circlet. Once it was comfortable she smoothed his underwear. The bridle garter may have looked delicate but Hilarie was quite surprised at the strength it showed in holding him in place.

Now the maid slid his feet into slender high-heeled satin sandals and fastened the wispy ankle straps. The dress was carefully eased over his head and then released to allow it slither a silken path down his body. The same color as his eyes, made of clinging blue silk satin, completely unadorned and cut on the bias. The neck was softly draped into a simple cowl. The silk clung to his body like a second skin, finishing just below his knees. It was a beautiful and sensuous gown and even Hilarie could appreciate it's beauty.

Miss Yvette made him look in the mirror. The image looking back was that of a beautiful woman, soft blonde hair framing cornflower blue eyes. These were set wide apart above the retrousse nose with just the tiniest up tilt at the end. Beneath it were generous rosebud shaped lips parted in just the tiniest of smiles to reveal the white ivory of perfect teeth. It was the picture of someone about to set out into a new life. The image should have been happy and gay, but there a touch of sadness about the figure that contradicted this.

 

 

Chapter Three. Mother and Son

The visitors were already seated when Hilarie and Miss Yvette entered the reception room. With the exception of his aunt it was the first time Hilarie had met any member of the aristocracy, and he was at a loss on what to expect. Thankfully he could clearly recall Miss Yvette's instructions and curtsied deeply as he was introduced to the Countess of Middlesex, Lady Julia.

She arose from her chair with the grace of a ballet dancer. Her figure was very trim, her hands and feet, tiny. The picture of good breeding, she wore a beautifully cut "Chanel" suit in pale green patterned silk satin, the skirt was short, at least short enough to expose two quite delightfully dimpled knees. Beneath the jacket was an ivory silk blouse lace trimmed and ruffled.

Lady Julia had a typical English "peaches and cream" complexion with pale red blonde hair and a thin haughty nose. At first glance Hilarie thought she must be in her early twenties, far too young to be a mother. A closer examination showed her youth to be a cruel illusion created by the clever use of makeup and clothing. Although she was still a very beautiful and attractive woman already the cruel ravishes of time had begun their work. About her neck there was the beginning of creping and wrinkles had begun to form in the corners of her eyes.

In spite of her efforts to the contrary, it was obvious that Lady Julia was no longer in her twenties and was by all accounts somewhat older than Aunt Miranda, probably in her late forties. To Hilarie's untrained eye she gave the impression of mutton dressed as lamb. Despite all this she was a very elegant and beautiful woman.

Her voice with it's upper class accent was high rather than shrill. In a well-modulated tone she said to Lady Miranda. "Good gracious! I'm so glad you told me about Hilarie beforehand. It is impossible to believe that this beautiful creature is a boy, Miranda darling. She turned and looked at Hilarie, she had a very elegant if not beautiful face. The look was coquettish and flirting "I hope you'll understand dearest Miranda, when I say I'd like too see more proof of his sex. Whenever you are ready to show me of course."

It was said so suggestively that Hilarie blushed a bright red. Lady Miranda, who was very used to her friend's outrageous behavior smiled sweetly and said "Of course." Lady Miranda signaled Hilarie to rise and kiss her friend. It was more than expected, Lady Julia wrapped one arm tightly about him and her tongue entered deep into his mouth in a "french kiss", whilst her other hand reached down his thigh and gently caressed his gartered appendage through the flimsy silk.

Obviously well pleased with her discovery, she looked at Lady Miranda, smiled and nodded her head. Hilarie still quite stunned by the unexpected attack could only stand helplessly blushing and feeling quite humiliated. Lady Miranda looked at his face and tried to smother some uncharacteristic girlish sounding giggles.

"My goodness, said Lady Julia delight quite evident in her voice "I am impressed, I'm glad to find he hasn't been doctored. It was reported he was rather large and my word, he is living up to that."

She reached out and touched Hilarie's breasts, by this time he was too stunned to react and stood quite passively by while her fingers touched him.

" These add so such to the look. You really should feel proud, he's the more beautiful than I'd considered possible. It must be so satisfying to create such feminine beauty in a boy, yet retain the most essential feature. Congratulations my dear."

Lady Miranda thanked her friend and assured her that she'd see as much as Hilarie as she wished but a little later in the day. As Hilarie tried to move away, Lady Julia took one of his hands in hers, while the other moved down his body and rest gently on his silk clad derriere. "Come you must meet Cissy, he'll be feeling quite neglected.

During Lady Julia's exuberant introduction Hilarie had no chance to examine Lady Julia's son. Up till now he had been a shadowy figure standing off to one side. He had called out softly a few moments ago "Really mummy please !" an admonishment to Lady Julia as her hands ran down Hilarie's body and his face still showed disapproval and embarrassment at her behavior.

Try as he might Hilarie was unable to stifle the gasp of astonishment at Lord Cecil's appearance. As a race the English were known for their eccentricity, and Lord Cecil appeared to be a perfect illustration of this. He was very slender and appeared quite tall, however Hilarie realized this was due to the extremely high heels that he wore.

Lord Cecil's angelically boyish face was surrounded by pale red gold hair

dressed in long ringlets a la Shirley Temple. Lord Cecil reached out rather nervously to take Hilarie's hand. His smile was shy and his manner diffident. "Hullo Hilarie, I'm really pleased to meet you. " Lord Cecil's voice was like his Mother's rather high pitched for a male and accented. Unlike her he spoke with quite a pronounced lisp.

"Why thank you My Lord" he said dropping into a curtsey" welcome to our home."

Lady Julia immediately interrupted him. "No darling, please don't call him Lord Cecil. All his close friends call him Cissy. Far more fitting don't you think." she gave a short hard laugh. Luckily Hilarie did not have to respond to the rather cruel remark as "Cissy" said "Oh Mummy, please don't make fun of me, you know how embarrassed I feel."

"Oh don't be a silly, darling. Cissy is rather nice, don't you think Hilarie? It conjures up the image of a sweet boy. But his mother knows that he's not the angel he appears to be, because I know what he'd like to be swinging at our beautiful Hilarie right now. Do you want me to tell her darling?"

At that Lord Cecil shook his head and flushed violently red, tears started in his eyes. Hilarie could see his very evident humiliation and embarrassment. He glanced at Lady Miranda and saw her smile indulgently in agreement. She too, used the cruel jibe to humiliate those in her power.

Cissy took Hilarie's hand in his saying, "please call me Cissy." Surprisingly his grasp was not limp but quite firm and he seemed quite reluctantly to release Hilarie's hand. When Hilarie had first glanced at Cissy, he had thought him to be in his own age, in his late teens. Close up, however he was considerably older, Cissy was at least in his mid twenties. Like his mother he looked well bred, a thinnish rather haughty face. Green deep-set eyes and a slender longish nose with full lips and a firm jaw. His features were very fine, but not particularly feminine, they were those of a pretty rather than handsome boy.

Despite the feminine make up and ringleted hair Cissy was quite obviously male. His clothing was so effeminate and "sissified" that this strangely enough emphasized his maleness rather than any feminine aspects. It immediately reminded Hilarie of the awful punishment garb he'd been forced to wear when he had first arrived at the mansion and later when Alice had visited them.

It was also quite apparent that Cissy was quite comfortable in appearing before strangers appearing like he did. He appeared quite assured and Hilarie could not sense any embarrassment in his manner. Mother and son were dressed as a theme, a point that only accentuated his Lordship's effeminacy. In one of books, Hilarie had come across the term "minikin", meaning an effeminate, pretty boy and this appeared very suitable for Lord Cecil.

His suit was the exact same color and material and to a degree styled in the similar manner to Lady Julia's. Following the schooling Miss Yvette had insisted in giving him in style and fashion, Hilarie knew the design to be a Laura Ashley inspired pattern of pale green silk satin sprigged with tiny pink rosebuds.

The style of the suit was very unconventional, the cut was deliberately mannish rather than feminine. Cissy wore a very tightly cut collarless "Eton " styled jacket so narrow waisted, that it was obvious he was tightly and painfully corseted. Beneath this was an ivory silk blouse, again drawing its origin from a male rather than female style. While it may have started in that manner, it quickly mocked it's pedigree. The "Eton" collar had a tiny frill of delicate Brussels lace and was accessorised with a rose colored floppy bow tie. The cuffs of the full sleeves, ballooned from three-quarter length sleeves and were lavishly frilled with layer upon layer of the delicate lace.

Beneath the jacket were loosely cut breeches, fastened just below his knees by large rose colored satin bows. The breeches fitted tightly about his tiny waist but once past the hips the legs were full and wide. The sensuous fabric flared widely and fell like a silken waterfall over Cissy's thighs. Though loosely cut, the fine silk clung to the slender waist and full hips.

The reason for the loose cut, lay just below. In contrast to his slender build, a large heavy shape could be seen outlined beneath the sheer fabric, which swung ominously every time he moved. At first Hilarie thought it must be his member, but discounted that thought from its sheer size, for the object reached half way to Cissy's knees. A "cod piece" he reasoned, though why he'd want to wear an imitation male member of that size Hilarie just couldn't imagine.

The other astounding feature was Cissy's ability to wear so easily, the highest heeled shoes Hilarie had seen. Cissy's very shapely and feminine legs were covered in a pair of pale green silk stockings and on his feet were white satin court shoes, with six inch high pencil slim heels. These forced Cissy to balance on tiptoe and he moved about on these as gracefully as a ballet dancer, without the slightest sign of discomfort.

There was little chance for Hilarie to talk to Cissy. Initially both Lady Julia and Lady Miranda exchanged gossip for the first half-hour. It was obvious they had not seen one another for some weeks, so Hilarie sat demurely next to his Aunt and on the settee opposite Cissy sat alongside his Mother.

Cissy continued to smile shyly at Hilarie, and seemed unable to take his eyes off him. Hilarie found it rather disconcerting to find Cissy's green eyes gazing at him through the mascara lashes every time he looked up. Even more unsettling was look of adoration in them, it reminded Hilarie so much of Jamie and his infatuation for Hilarie.

There was also an obvious closeness between Lady Julia and her son. Several times while talking to Aunt Miranda, Lady Julia had reached out and touched her son taking his hand as though to reassure herself he was there. Then she would touch him on the thigh. Touch was probably the wrong term, as each time she had ran her fingers up the inside of this thigh, stroking the massive "thing" that lay beneath the silk. Cissy would make no response, just continue to gaze longingly at Hilarie. Their behavior was strange to watch, their actions seemed more that of lovers, rather than the usual affection that lay between mother and son.

While Madame Hester was serving tea and petit fours, Lady Julia said "Cissy darling, haven't you forgotten your gift."

Lady Julia explained that Cissy loved embroidery and ever since he had learned of their visit he had been hard at work. Particularly since his long conversation with Alice who at that time had still been in Arabia. At that Hilarie felt a vicious stab of jealousy, that the girl(Hilarie could never think of Alice in any other way) that he so loved had spoken to Cissy and he had not heard a word. He was somewhat mollified to hear that Alice had been so glowing in her description of Hilarie that Cissy had devised something quite special. He had created, designed and hand sewn some lingerie for Hilarie.

 

 

Chapter Four. A Fine Hand

While Cissy left the room to collect the gift Lady Julia said "I hope you won't be offended Hilarie, I haven't seen this gift and I understand from Alice that some of the messages may be more than a little suggestive. But it means so much to be able to express himself in this way." she turned to Lady Miranda. "I'm sure you understand how hard it is for my sweet little boy, the medication and equipment has helped but he still has to be very careful." Lady Miranda was very solicitous, assuring her, that she understood completely.

Cissy returned bearing a beautifully wrapped gift box, bound with a silk ribbon. Like a courtier of old he dropped gracefully to his silk clad knees before Hilarie, and kneeling he assisted Hilarie to open it. There was no doubt about his suppleness as he slipped gracefully to his knees. He was agreeably surprised to see the effeminate youth was just as pretty close up as he'd appeared at a distance.

Hilarie opened the lid and withdrew from the tissue a pair of sheer mini bloomers in primrose silk, heavily embroidered in blue. He thanked Cissy and placed the panties alongside and reached for the next pair. He was not to escape so lightly, as Aunt Miranda said quite sharply.

"Come Hilarie don't keep us in suspense, let us see how the look by holding them against you."

Cissy wasted no time in assisting him, placing his hands about Hilarie's hips and making sure the knickers were the correct size. Cissy's hands were certainly inquisitive and seemed in no hurry to leave Hilarie's body. Hilarie drew the next pair from the box and he realized that he was not yet half way through this humiliating session. He knew it was supposed to be in fun, but he just found it so very embarrassing. The pink silk knickers had an opening front, fastened with tiny pearls. Again the main features had to be demonstrated. The next pair was in blue silk and with a nature flap at the rear.

Aunt Miranda gave a little giggle. "How handy they will be don't you think Hilarie."

Hilary went violently red. Cissy was getting quite excited. He drew a further pair of cream and blue panties from the box, again they were mini bloomers with an opening front and across them was embroidered.

The next pair were in shimmering black silk and on the front and back were embroidered two bright red hearts. The look in his eyes as they gazed longingly into Hilarie's said it all. In most ways he was quite taken by Cissy, he was good looking in a pretty way and he seemed very sensitive and intelligent.

Unfortunately for Cissy, Hilarie was not sexually attracted to men whether pretty or not., Even though it was obvious that Cissy was a close friend of Alice's and that they shared confidences. It was possible the minikin expected that he and Hilarie could have the same sort of relationship that Hilarie shared with Alice. It would be difficult to explain to Cissy that Hilarie considered Alice to be a girl. He knew in reality she was a drastically altered man but to Hilarie, in both his mind and body he excepted her as a beautiful and unique girl. He had previously tried to explain this to Miss Yvette but even she had not completely understood what he had been talking about.

As he reached for the second last pair, it was clear that Cissy was beginning to become highly excited. Beneath the blue satin breeches it was obvious a change had taken place to what Hilarie had thought was a "cod piece". By now it had swollen to twice it's original size and it was quite clear that this was no imitation or artificial male member. By its' shape it was very much the real thing. For some reason it had not sprung erect but was being held down against his left leg.

Hilarie tried to ignore, the disturbance and removed the panties. These were very wide legged tap panties in gold satin, very soft and incredibly sheer for the fabric..

Seeing Hilarie demonstrate the panties, made the satin clad minikin even more agitated, it was obvious he was really living within the fantasy he'd created. Hilarie had noted as the days moved through the week towards Sunday how each garment had become more intimate. As Hilarie reached for the last garment he was aware of the feelings building up within himself, Cissy's imagination and workmanship and a foreboding at the humiliation of having to demonstrate the creation against his body.

Cissy had created a masterpiece in his last work. It consisted of four heart shaped pieces in shimmering black silk satin. Each was attached to a drawstring waist band and so cleverly shaped and cut they fell together to form tap panties. Tiny stitching formed the top of the legs and the points on two of the hearts would form a modesty curtain over his most intimate parts, but apart from that the center was completely crotchless. Hilarie thanked him for the gifts and kissed the minikin lightly on the lips.

It was too much for Cissy. His eyes gleamed with passion and he dropped to one knee before Hilary.

Lady Julia cried "No Cissy you must not" But already it was too late. As Cissy knelt on his right knee with his left leg raised, Hilarie could now see outlined beneath the clinging silk of Cissy's breeches his massive appendage now angrily erect.

Clearly visible fastened about the minikin's left leg was a fine chain. This worked in a similar fashion to the bridle garter Hilarie wore and had kept his member under control by not allowing it to spring erect. Obviously this had worked well up till now, for the monster had become swollen and tensioned during the panty display but was still under control. Until Cissy had dropped into the position he had adopted allowing it spring erect.

Hilarie was uncertain whether the action had been deliberate, but it was clear Lady Julia had no such doubts.

"Oh Cissy you naughty, naughty boy you promised me you would not allow this to happen. Now what are we to do".

The position he was in was causing Cissy some pain. "Oh please Mummy release the lock, it hurts so." said Cissy.

Lady Julia moved quickly to her son and kneeling beside his raised leg unfastened the rose colored satin bow holding them at the knee and rolled it up his leg. Lady Julia exposed the fine gold chain. It was fastened about Cissy's silk stockinged leg and ran through a gold ring piercing the head of Cissy's penis, the ends were joined by a tiny but intricate combination lock. Lady Julia manipulated the mechanism and released him.

The moment she had finished Lady Julia pulled his breeches into place and fussily refastened the bow. But not before Hilarie had glimpsed the most massive penis he was ever likely to see. He had only seen sighted the top of the shaft and the swollen head pierced by a gold ring. He clenched his fist and compared it with what he'd seen, beneath the silk lay an engine larger than his clenched fist and as long as his forearm. He gave a slight shiver of apprehension at the thought of having that dangling between his legs.

By now Cissy had regained his feet. The sight of his apparatus beneath the flimsy silk covering was even more menacing. It stood from his slender body like a bowsprit of a ship, twitching with the anticipation of release. The once loose breeches were now stretched tight straining to the movement within. Cissy breathing hard and seemingly within his own world, reached down and began to caress himself with both hands.

It was like a scene from one of Beardsely's "Toilette of Venus" sketch, both erotic and obscene. Already Hilarie could feel a wave of heat flowing into his own loins. Lady Julia spoke sharply to her son "Cissy, stop that at once." Despite her tone it had little effect on his activity, "I can't Mummy, I can't". he cried his face a strange mixture of sorrow and ecstasy.

Lady Julia arose, as she did so said to Lady Miranda "The dear boy has too much imagination, I really didn't expect him to become so excited. If you'll excuse us, I'll take him to another room and calm him down."

"No please don't Julia" said Lady Miranda gently placing a restraining hand on her arm. "this looks quite a spectacle, it could be exciting. Will he lower his breeches?"

By this time Miss Yvette and Miss Josie the rather attractive maid who was accompanying them arrived in the room. The two maids unfastened and with a struggle removed Cissy's breeches. His member now stood proud. Beneath the silken breeches the enormous implement had appeared obscene, naked it looked completely alien. It was almost impossible to accept that this pulsating monster covered in purple rope like veins belonged to the body it emerged from.

Hilarie stood agog at the sight. From between Cissy's rounded silk stockinged thighs it reared, a being completely foreign to the silk, satin and lace which surrounded it. The sight of the minikin's scarlet finger nailed ringed hands fervently caressing the empurpled member heightened the air of unreality. He dragged his eyes away from Cissy's action looking at Lady Julia, Aunt Miranda and the two maids. In all of them was a sense of feverish excitement. A tongue appearing to moisten suddenly dry lips, the glistening eyes the tightening of the body, the spectacle before them was impossible to ignore. Hilarie moistened his own lips, feeling an overwhelming lust already he had hardened. Now he heard a distinct "twang" as his own appendage tore itself free of the confining garter about his leg.

The slight sound broke the spell. Lady Julia spoke sharply to her son "Cissy stop that at once." It had no effect on his activity as Cissy plaintively cried "I can't stop Mummy, I must come".

"Oh Darling you know you can't, not without your helper. We'd best call Doctor Buell immediately "said Lady Julia beginning to sound quite worried.

Hilarie didn't know what prompted him, maybe it was the pleading and utterly helpless look in Cissy's eyes, but he suddenly heard himself say. "Can I help, Lady Julia."

She looked at him, saw the bulge in his dress and smiled with relief. "Oh I'm sure you can Hilarie. Cissy is so afraid of rejection from those he worships and dear Hilarie he has you on a very high pedestal."

Hilarie blushed violet at these words. Lady Julia hugged him. "Oh darling don't be so shy, if you can show you accept him as he is everything will be fine. I know you had no say in the matter, but you became the object of his desire. I'll explain later darling but if you could just stroke him, I'm sure every thing will be fine."

Hilarie steeled himself and reached out to touch the leviathan, it was not the horror he had thought but surprisingly warm and firm. Cissy gave a soft moan, Hilarie almost jumped back but realized in time that it was the sound of Cissy groaning with pleasure. After a moment Cecil took his and guided it to the ring that pierced the head. The ring about two inches in diameter speared through half the head beginning on side and emerging through the eye. Without words he demonstrated how to manipulate it, twisting it one way then the other and turning through the flesh. Hilarie was reluctant at first, it looked so painful, but then he remembered how Alice had enjoyed a similar experience during their lovemaking.

Suddenly Cissy cried out and Hilarie felt the great engine throb and surge beneath his hand. He tried to let go of it but his fingers were entwined in the ring. Cissy's cries of ecstasy came as a stream of white liquid spurted from the pulsating head. It jetted half way across the room before splattering on to the silk gowns of Aunt Miranda and Lady Julia who were unfortunately standing in front of Cissy.

"Oh Cissy, really! How could you" said Lady Julia "All over us, really you are a naughty boy."

By this time Hilarie had managed to free his fingers from the ring and could let the now rapidly deflating appendage release from his hand. Cissy turned to him, his eyes still glowing from the ecstasy he had felt. He took Hilarie's hand in his and brought it to his lips and looking Hilarie in the eyes kissed his fingers, saying as he did so ."Thank you so much dearest Hilarie"

Cissy glanced at the bulge in Hilarie's dress and their eyes met. Hilarie had never seen such longing before, the desire reflected in the eyes of Cissy to fondle Hilarie's swollen member was undeniable. To his consternation Hilarie was aware that the ache in his loins was almost enough to overcome all his usual abhorrence of being fondled by another male. It was not to be, before a move could be made Lady Julia said " Cissy! it is time you changed."

In turn Lady Julia looked at the mound disfiguring the beautiful silk gown. She turned to Lady Miranda, "can I do something to help Hilarie, Miranda dear."

"It's perfectly all right Hilarie we'll let Yvette take care of him" said Lady Miranda smiling sweetly." Excusing themselves, Lady Miranda and Lady Julia departed with their respective maids to change, but not before giving some quiet instructions to the personal maids of each of the two boys.

 

 

Chapter Five. A Naughty Boy

Hilarie's tension was still very apparent when he returned to his bedroom. For a change he was looking forward to Miss Yvette's satin glove and the relief it would provide. She began to remove his dress and underwear, puzzled as he'd avoided Cissy's explosion he asked her why. "Oh Master Hilarie, look what you've been doing down the front of your dress" she replied.

Sure enough, on the front of his gown were moist spots, the sure sign of tiny spasms from his member. He'd been on the brink of exploding, as it had been impossible to ignore Cissy's excitement. Miss Yvette made no steps towards completing the normal ritual. Usually when Hilarie was in a tense state, she covered her hands in a sweetly scented cream, unlocked the cupboard where all the tension-relieving devices were stored and donned a pair of satin gloves. Instead, immediately he was undressed, she laid an identical costume on the bed. This one instead of being blue was dusky rose in color.

As he stepped into a pair of cream silk french knickers Miss Yvette appeared to notice the straining member for the first time. "I'm afraid there's to be no exercise for that this morning, Hilarie." She noticed the disappointed moue his mouth formed. "My Ladies instructions I'm afraid." and before Hilarie could reply, she used a fingernail to flick the swollen head. The pain was intense but very brief and the straining member lost it's erection. It was still swollen but flexible enough to be placed in the new garter bridle Miss Yvette placed about his thigh.

Miss Yvette took only a few moments to freshen his make up then taking his hand they returned to the drawing room. Lady Miranda was awaiting him, she now wore a pair of gleaming black silk culottes and over them a long tunic in crimson satin. Almost immediately Lady Julia and Cissy joined them. She was wearing a rather bizarre but very striking costume of black silk. It was cut in the form of a "Hell's Angel Biker's suit". With tight breeches and a close fitting bomber jacket, the whole outfit covered in long zips of gold with teeth inlaid with small precious stones. The outfit should have appeared ridiculous, but Lady Julia wore it with such an air of panache that she looked very exciting in it.

Cissy's new outfit again was man styled but was even more effeminate than the last one. A "sailor boy suit" with peach colored silk flared trousers, heavily embellished with lace. The legs fitted tightly to Cissy's knees, then flared out into wide frilled cuffs. From within these were mint green lace frills fluttering and swirling about his ankles with every movement. The tight filmy trousers did little to conceal Cissy's endowment. It was obvious that his underwear was also loose for every time he moved the heavy member could be seen swinging freely between his legs and bulging ominously against the flimsy material.

Over the trousers he wore a matching sailor blouse in the sheerest of organza. An enormous sailor collar trimmed with mint green lace reached out over exaggerated puff sleeves. The deep neckline exposed a boyishly flat but at the same time rounded bosom. His hairstyle was now swept up into a ponytail, exposing Cissy's long and elegant neck. Higher heeled shoes had replaces his others and he balanced virtually on the tips of his toes with the grace of a ballerina.

Rather ominously the minikin's wrists were secured in finely wrought metal fetters, attached by fine gold chains to a slender gold belt circling his tightly corseted waist. While some limited movement was possible to all intents and purposes he was completely helpless.

His face was white with fear and he was pleading with his Mother. It was clear his petition was falling on unresponsive ears. "No darling, you can't be free, you know you have been very naughty and must be punished for that disgraceful exhibition. So please Cissy dearest any further argument will mean you spend two hours instead of one."

Lord Cecil immediately became silent, it was clear that Lady Julia meant what she said.

Lady Julia apologized to Lady Miranda on behalf of her son. This was accepted gracefully by Lady Miranda, who said no while secured in this manner apology was needed it had been an accident no more. There was no need to punish Cissy on her account she added. Lady Julia was adamant, "If I don't Miranda dear, he will be worse behaved next time. It was quite obvious that she was going to punish her son, and the reason for it would remain obscure.

"I have arranged his harness differently" said Lady Julia, "now its' impossible for the incident to occur."

"Oh " said Lady Miranda her eyes alive with interest "what do you mean"

Cissy pantaloons were unfastened and his underwear drawn down his legs exposing his massive member. Instead of merely being fastened to his leg to stop it becoming erect, it was fastened to his scrotum in a diabolically clever way. A fine metal band was secured about the testes sac above his jewels then the member was bend around like some monstrous hoop and fastened to the band by the ring in its tip. Secured in this manner there was no chance of a repeat his last performance.

"Darling Hilarie, I'd like you to place these on our naughty little man." said Lady Julia. She took two strange devices from Cissy's personal maid, Miss Josie. In her hand was two flesh colored objects that were shaped and looked like small breasts. Lady Julia turned one over, in the center was a circular hole, surrounded by tiny teeth. Each "breast" was to placed over Cissy's nipple, the teeth Hilarie knew would cause excruciating pain.

"No! I'm sorry My Lady but I won't, its' too cruel." said Hilarie. He expected his Aunt to be shocked by his words, but strangely enough there was a look of sympathy in her eyes. Before she had to respond to his refusal. Lady Julia said "Please do as I say Hilarie. If you place them in position Cecil will only wear them for an hour. If Josie has to do it, them his punishment will last two hours."

Hilarie was caught on the horns of a dilemma. He didn't want to cause his new friend any pain, but if he didn't carry out Lady Julia's wishes poor Cissy would suffer even more. Reluctantly he picked up the objects, they were surprisingly heavy and quivered to his touch. "They are full of mercury, we must make Cecil aware of how heavy breasts are. "Said Lady Julia.

Each devise was placed into position by pushing on a spring, placed within "nipple". This opened the circular teeth and when released these tightly gripped the recipient's own nipple. Not tight enough to neither cut off the circulation nor cause any damage said Lady Julia, but sufficiently constricting to ensure that Lord Cecil was aware he was undergoing punishment.

His blouse was unfastened and chest bared, Hilarie was stunned to see his nipples were already pierced by fine gold rings each with a ruby embedded. Trying to be as gentle as he could Hilarie carried out the hateful operation. There was a gasp of pain as each was placed in position. To his chagrin Hilarie felt the familiar hunger flood the lower part of his body. He fought to conquer it, feeling betrayed by his body that he could feel such excitement at the terrible pain he was causing Cissy. He turned his eyes away Cissy's hoping that his victim had not seen what he was feeling, as he did so he caught the look of predatory excitement in Lady Julia's eyes. They were glistening and hard with lust, and felt disgusted, knowing his own were displaying a similar passion.

He had hoped to retreat and hide in his room until the hateful punishment period was over, however it was not to be. Aunt Miranda said he should take Cissy next door and see his designs and drawings, which the young aristocrat had brought with him. Hilarie was eager to escape before he would be betrayed by the growing excitement in his loins. As he was rose to leave Miss Yvette came forward and before he could protest, he was fitted with a security belt similar to the one Cissy wore.

Lady Julia said "Do you mind if I take a further precaution Miranda dear? My son has a silver, tongue and once out of the room he'll talk kind hearted little Hilarie into removing his lovely breasts."

Lady Miranda smiled, and rather graciously waved her hand. "Julia my dear please do what you wish."

Lady Julia spoke quietly to Miss Josie, the maid walked quickly from the room returning a few moments later with a strange device. It consisted of two padded metal rings at each end of a three-foot long pole. With little ceremony, the maid opened one ring and fastened it about Hilarie's neck, and seconds later Cissy was in the second one.

Lady Miranda clapped her hands in delight. "Oh how very clever Julia. What a splendid invention, why they're together but can't touch one another." Miss Josie showed Lady Miranda that the pole could be adjusted in length, till the two occupants were unable to touch one another's body, though they could hold hands. It was based upon the old slave collar principle explained Lady Julia.

At last the two boys were allowed to leave. Hilarie was glad to get out of the room. By now poor Cissy was suffering a lot of pain, his face had lost any color and every few minutes a small whimper escaped his lips. Hoping to divert his attention, he'd suggested they look at the costume designs Lady Julia had mentioned and Hilarie knew Cissy had brought with him. It took a few minutes to adjust to walking together in the pole collar, particularly as he did not want to cause poor Cissy any more pain by jolting him unnecessarily.

 

 

Chapter Six. Personal Sacrifice

It was impossible to feel anything but pity for Cissy as the cruel teeth continued to gnaw at his breasts. He tried to put a brave face on his dilemma, telling Hilarie that an hour was not long and that it was his own fault for making such an exhibition of himself. But his agony was clear, by this time his face had lost all color and he was whimpering in pain. Hilarie was also sorely troubled he felt so sorry for Cissy and he shuddered in sympathy with every cry the poor boy made.

At the same time he was becoming more and more aroused by Cissy's agony. He felt sickened by the depraved feelings aroused within his body by the suffering, it must be the most monstrous perversion of all to feel such excitement he thought. He had tried desperately to rid it from his mind, but to no avail. At that moment his arousal proved too much for the bridle and the tumescent bulge in his dress showed his disgrace to Cissy.

There was no way he could hide his shame and Hilarie tried to explain to Cissy. The minikin gave a sad smile, "Oh Hilarie, please don't apologize, we're all effected in different ways by the emotion caused by pain. That's why Mummy strapped me up so tightly otherwise I would be right out there with you."

The words did little to mollify Hilarie, so ashamed by his display, and his inability to hide his disgrace. In an effort to ease Cissy's discomfort he attempted to divert the pain by asking Cissy about his hobby, which was designing exotic clothing. Bravely trying to keep the tremor's from his voice the minikin explained that a studio had been built on their estate in England where he produced the designs. In a nearby village, owned by the estate a small exclusive factory employing a hundred or more seamstress converted his ideas into real costumes. Some of these were kept on his estate and given away to friends. The other less exotic ones had been sold to the specialty shops. "In fact Hilarie you have already worn some of my designs."

Hilarie looked puzzled for a moment, looked at the costume Cissy was wearing and thought of all his punishment clothing. "You mean the sailor suit I had to wear for Alice?"

"Yes, that was one of them and there were others." said Cissy

"Oh Cissy, I'm sure they're lovely costumes, but I didn't feel comfortable wearing them. The sailor suit made me feel so strange. The whole time I was wearing it, I felt so humiliated but at the same time so excited and aroused. It was so feminine, yet so erotic, maybe if I was a real girl it would be quite different."

Cissy looked quite shocked at Hilarie's suggestion of "real girls". Explaining that he did not design for them. He'd considered it, but the retailer's wanted designs that were too conventional and lacked the creativity he liked to put into his works. He created costumes for exactly the situations that Hilarie and Cissy now found themselves in. The costumes were designed to produce a sense of helplessness and humiliation in the wearer.

Hilarie was intrigued, he didn't understand Cissy's reasoning and would have like to learn more about this his philosophy. At that moment a soft scream escaped Cissy's lips as he tried unsuccessfully to accept another wave of pain sweeping his body. The clips had been in place for approximately fifteen minutes and he tried to imagine how ghastly they must feel Miss Yvette had once attached a clip to his nipple several months ago. They had been in place for only a few seconds, but he could still recall the terrible biting pain it had produced. Again he tried to take his companion's mind off his predicament by returning to his designs. Cissy had brought at least a dozen portfolios, all brimming with excellent color photographs.

They crouched on the floor manipulating their fetters and the pole collar while they examined the drawings and photographs. The professionalism was quite astonishing. The costumes were unusual and without exception erotic and sensual. They had been photographed on full size very lifelike dolls -full sized mannequins- assembled in realistic poses. All sorts of themes were displayed. Hilarie was quite staggered by the number of fetishes; most appeared to incorporate quite painful bondage aspects.

Hilarie was fascinated by what he saw, Cissy's imagination was quite astounding. One picture began to emerge, Cissy had very strong feelings on his mother's role. All the models depicting sexually erotic or painful bondage creations bore a striking resemblance to Lady Julia. None of these were grotesque in any way, but all evoked a sense of menace. Caught up in the tableau, Hilarie forgot about Cissy, suddenly he realized the minikin's voice was muted and his teeth were chattering with pain. More than thirty minutes of the punishment remained. Hilarie could take no more, and with the weeping Cissy following him he returned to the Drawing room. He knocked on the partly open door and entered as soon as he was bid.

Aunt Miranda and Lady Julia were quietly sipping tea. "Yes Hilarie what is the matter?" said Lady Miranda.

Hilarie dragged the weeping Cissy towards Lady Julia. "Please my Lady, can you stop Cissy's punishment. He has suffered enough." his voice was quivering with emotion.

"Oh that naughty boy. Has Cissy asked you to do this" said Lady Julia.

"No! My Lady, Cissy knew nothing about this" said Hilarie. "Please, can't you remove them, they are causing so much pain. I'm really as much to blame as poor Cissy, oh please remove them."

"Hilarie that is enough." admonished Aunt Miranda.

Lady Julia turned to his aunt. "I think Hilarie is very sweet, for thinking of Cissy." there was a malicious look in her eyes as she looked pointedly at the bulge in his dress. "That's quite a reaction you have towards suffering Hilarie. If you are as much to blame, as you say you are. Will you take over Cissy's punishment.?

Hilarie felt his heart race in alarm at her words. He was trapped by whatever he said, there was no escape, and he tried to smile as he replied. "yes my Lady.

Lady Julia glanced at her watch, "Very well Hilarie, you must take over for the remaining thirty two minutes. However if you can't finish the period. Then Cissy will begin all over again for a full hour. Do you accept?"

Hilarie thought for a moment, then nodded his head. He prayed he would have the strength to prevent poor Cissy undergoing another hour of torture.

Miss Yvette unfastened the back of his dress, sliding it forward on his shoulders. Somehow she released the cups of the corselet leaving his creamy breasts exposed and vulnerable. Miss Josie removed the clamps from Cissy, who whimpered in pain as the blood once again began coursing through his tortured flesh.

Then it was Hilarie's turn. He steeled himself as Miss Yvette cupped his breast in her hand. For a moment their eyes met, "courage" they seemed to say. The clutch of the tiny teeth was not immediate, there was a delayed reaction and both clamps were in place before he felt any real pain. Then it gripped like a giant claw, a vice like pressure that had no let up. It took his breath away, it was impossible to breath. Hilarie gasped, he had not expected it to be so bad.

Even worse than the gripping pain was the confinement, with his hands free he'd have been able to tear them off. Not only was his body wrapped in fire but his mind was also in torture. Now he could only stand helpless and accept the pain.

Lady Julia's voice broke through the barrier of pain. "Hilarie how do they feel, I hope they're not too painful."

He willed himself to retain his composure and would not break down and beg to be released. "No my Lady" he said, the choking voice contradicting his words. Hot tears were welling, conquering his self-control.

Lady Julia's dripped with honeyed words Do you want them removed she asked. Hilarie's mind screamed "Yes Oh Yes, " but through gritted teeth he somehow said. " No! I'll continue." How long the torture lasted he had no idea. By now he could feel each pulse of his heart as the blood passed through the terrible clamps. Then the world faded and went dark, as from the distant he became aware of Lady Julia saying "What a brave little man you are, now we can remove them."

Suddenly a sharper pain replaced the terrible throbbing, then this vanished also as the clamps were removed. Like a wave of light sweeping through his body the torture ceased. Never had he felt such relief, as once again his body became his again and the torment vanished from his mind. Hilarie opened his eyes, he was lying on the settee and the pole collar was no longer about his neck.

Lady Julia leaning over him was holding the clamps in her hand, there was look of concern on her face. Hilarie realized he had fainted, his clothing was in disarray, both his dress and petticoat had been removed, presumably to assist in removing the clamps and he now wore only his satin knickers and corselet. Even the cups of this were unfastened leaving his breasts uncovered.

"Are you all right my dear, you still look very pale." said Lady Julia. "I'm sorry you had to go through that torment, but I had to find out whether you really meant what you said. I have found in the past people find it so easy to talk about being kind, but it's quite another thing to put it into action. What you did for Cissy was the act of a true Samaritan and I'm sure your Aunt must be so proud of you."

 

 

Chapter Seven. The Redemption

Next moment Cissy was alongside him, tears were in his eyes as he leant forward and kissed Hilarie lightly on the lips. "I'm so sorry I caused you all that pain Hilarie, will you please forgive me."

Hilarie hadn't expected any attention and he took Cissy's hand squeezed it tightly and said "Of course, and it really wasn't necessary to apologize. Did I last the time."

"They were only in place for a minute my dear, we couldn't let you suffer." Said Lady Julia who sensed it was time to leave. "We'll repair to our rooms Miranda dear and leave you two alone."

Hilarie was surprised to see that he and Aunt Miranda were quite alone and that the door was tightly shut. She sat beside him, and before he could move she held him tightly in her arms. Her eyes looked searchingly into his. There was a hint of moisture in her eyes and her face was quite pale.

There was a tremor in her voice as she said "I'm so very proud of you my darling. That was a completely unselfish act and you did it without any prompting. For the first time you seem to have grown up. You are a lovely thoughtful boy and I'm delighted with what you've done."

Aunt Miranda's hand slid from his shoulder and began to fondle his still uncovered breast. Despite their tenderness, her gentle stroking quickly had an effect as first one then the other nipple sprang erect. A gentle glow suffused his body and he began to relax, until he suddenly became aware of his dishabille, his near nakedness and the fact that his very erect organ was pushing strongly against the thin satin of his knickers.

Despite the glow permeating his whole being, he felt very guilty about his state in front of his closest blood relative Aunt Miranda. Hilarie on one hand felt ecstatic, his body relished the feelings coursing through it. He loved the soft gentleness that Aunt Miranda was displaying.

On the other hand his mind fought against it. There must be a great deal of wrong in feeling what he did. It must be depraved to accept and positively want Aunt Miranda was doing to him. Hilarie struggled against Aunt Miranda's embrace.

"What is the matter darling, just relax." her voice was soft and inviting. Hilarie couldn't, he had to try and explain that he was degenerate and perverted. His voice was low and intense as he described the sexual feelings he'd felt whilst poor Cissy was undergoing such intense pain. "It had not been intentional on his part, he'd been unable to help himself."

If Hilarie had expected Aunt Miranda to express disgust or be offended by his confession he was to be disappointed. She looked down at his distended knickers, where beneath the cream silk the swollen member seemed to have a life of its own.

"Oh Hilarie is that all you're worried about. It's not degenerate or perverted to feel that way. I won't say it's entirely normal, but every one is effected emotionally by suffering the suffering that takes places in others. Some are effected sexually, others in quite different ways. But you can't prevent the response. Some of us are a little more successful at hiding what they feel."

Somewhat reassured by her words Hilarie was not prepared to let it rest.

"I'm sure you're right Aunt Miranda, but it still feels wrong to feel that way. I feel so disgusted with my self."

Aunt Miranda tightened her embrace and once more her lips began teasing his nipples. A torrent of lust raced through his body. Her touch made his organ throb like a piston, it was quivering with ardor, the movement clearly visible through the cream silk of his knickers. The sight of this clearly amused Aunt Miranda, as a girlish giggle escaped from her lips.

She looked at him quizzically, "I don't think you should call me Aunt Miranda, at least under these circumstances . It is too formal, why don't you call me Tante. It's french for aunt and it sounds far less formal. "

Her last words surprised Hilarie. For the first time his Aunt was asking instead of ordering. Hilarie felt strange emotions pulse through his body, as he spoke softly and almost whispered. "Oh course dear Tante. "

Her fingers returned to his nipples as she looked closely at him. The quizzical half smile had returned to her lips.

"Tell me honestly Cherie. Does all this emotion come from Cissy's pain?" She looked pointedly at the twitching organ. He blushed bright pink as he realized what he wanted to say. "I don't know Tante, I just can't help it. I love you" he managed to stutter. He hadn't meant to say those words but somehow they just burst from his lips.

The effect of Aunt Miranda was quite marked, her breath quickened and a pinkish flush began to suffuse her face. Before she could speak, Hilarie began to weep and in a voice broken by sobs said.

"I'm so sorry Tante. I shouldn't have told you and I know it's wicked to have those feelings for my closet relative. But I just can't help it, will you please forgive me!"

There was a strange look on her face as she moved one finger to his lips and said softly. "Shhh, don't cry, there's nothing wrong in what you feel."

Her slender elegant finger left his lips, and touched his nipples again, Hilarie was aware of her hand sliding over his breast, gently caressing him through the thin silk. Again her voice whispered in his ear, her great green eyes gleamed alluringly into his. "Is this what you feel about your Aunt? Is this the expression of your sinful thoughts?"

From within his body came a deep welling and stirring, as he was consumed with a burning ardor. Hilarie clutched "Tante" tightly to him, pressing into her body as he heard himself cry " Oh Tante, Tante, I love you love you" as he erupted.

Never had he felt so much love, he was in his mother's arms as a child. However the feeling was different his whole felt aflame and he lost control as his body was overwhelmed by passion. Without warning the seminal fluid jetted from his member, through the thin silk of his knickers and onto the crimson satin of lady Miranda's tunic. She continued to hold him tightly until he was completely empty. Only them did the remorse hit him. Suddenly Hilarie was confronted with what had happened. He tried to disentangle himself, now horrified with his act. Quickly a feeling of shame and humiliation engulfed him.

"Oh Aunt Miranda, what have I done. Oh please forgive me, I'm so sorry."

Momentarily she appeared surprisingly flustered, it was so unlike the cool haughty beauty always in control of events. It was a small lapse, just as quickly her composure returned and her eyes widened in surprise at his remorse. "What happened to you? I think you know darling, Cissy's punishment, the pain your breasts, it just became too much."

Lady Miranda continued to hold Hilarie tightly, ignoring the widening wetness on the front of her satin tunic as his closing emissions continued to spread out from his knickers. He felt comfort in her warmth, and the guilt on what had occurred between them moved into the background of his mind. It was a long time since he had felt the happiness that engulfed him in these moments.

She kissed him long and lingeringly before releasing him with a final hug. Immediately she became the Lady Miranda he had become used to, as she glanced first at his state and then the condition of her clothing as she said. "Please ring for Madame Hester and Miss Yvette, we are a sight."

Hilarie was very embarrassed by what he saw. The lower front portion Lady Miranda's tunic was completely saturated by his emission, but in comparison to his own condition she was comparatively unscathed.

Hilarie's member was no longer erect but still lay swollen and reddened against his leg. It had escaped from his saturated knickers and still oozed a white trace of fluid down his stockings. He glimpsed at his reflection in the mirror, in addition to his disheveled clothing his hair was tousled and his faced quite flushed. Just as if I'd been made love too, thought Hilarie, which was really what had happened.

Madame Hester and Yvette arrived together. Despite their training, both maids visibly started at the appearance of their mistress and her nephew. Their first reaction was quickly hidden and they moved to cover their charges with silk dressing gowns. Before they could do so Lady Julia and Cissy returned. She looked at Hilarie. "I see the darling boy has had an accident." she said her tone surprisingly arch.

Lady Miranda smiled and said with a bantering tone "I cause it was an accident dear, what else could it be?"

A look of disappointment passed over Lady Julia's face. She looked at the moisture on Aunt Miranda's tunic. "I hope that's all Hilarie's, Miranda darling."

For a moment, Hilarie thought Aunt Miranda looked rather anxious as she glanced down almost nervously at the wetness on her thighs. "Of course it Julia, who on earth else would it be from." The bandiage had vanished and there was a look of annoyance on her face Lady Julia was unperturbed as she replied "Well my dear accidents can happen to the best of us, can't they." Her remarks and the look she gave Lady Miranda, could best be described as cattish.

She looked again at Hilarie "My goodness he is prolific isn't he, such a waste, such a waste. "

Cissy managed to interrupt the interplay long enough to ask a question.

"Excuse me Lady Miranda, may I ask whether Hilarie will be attending the reception? If so I'd very much like to be her escort."

Lady Miranda visibly started. At once she looked closely at Hilarie before turning again to Cissy. "I'm very sorry Lord Cecil, I hadn't given it a thought, but its a very good idea. Hilarie dear, I am giving a cocktail party for Lord Cecil and Lady Julia this evening, would you like to come?"

All the sudden Hilarie felt he had undergone a tremendous change in status. Rather than giving an order, here was Aunt Miranda asking him if he'd like go. Despite the request Hilarie knew he couldn't say no. Besides he felt rather keyed up after all the excitement this morning. In one way he was sorry, he had hoped to spend the day the rest of the day talking to Cissy. Despite his effeminate appearance, he like him very much and he was very interesting. Aunt Miranda must have sensed his hesitation and it was almost as if she had read his mind. "Lord Cecil and Lady Julia will be staying with us, so you'll be able to talk later." said Aunt Miranda.

 

 

Chapter Eight. Cinderella?

Miss Yvette who had been hovering near by, took his hand and hurried him from the room. Despite the fact that her charge was wearing a long silk dressing gown, she still uncomfortable that he looked so disheveled and she wanted him clean and looking beautiful again. The bath had already been drawn. As the pretty maid removed his clothing, she tsk, tsked her lips in admonishment. She held up his soiled knickers and a stocking still damp with seminal fluid.

"Look at this, I should have prepared you properly, well you certainly can't behave like this at the cocktail party."

As he lay back in the scented water he reflected on the change that had taken place that day. The meeting with Cissy and Lady Julia, and the activities that had taken place later. He gingerly stroked his breasts, running his fingers lightly over the nipples. They were still a little tender, but responded instantly to his touch. Each nipple springing erect, Hilarie couldn't resist teasing them a little. He had still to come to terms with this further erogenous zone that he had gained only recently, but they were turning out to be a great deal of fun.

The questing fingers promptly initiated the image of Aunt Miranda's lips. Only a few short minutes ago, they had softly caressed the nipples.. The thoughts sent a warm current coursing though his body and already he could feel his wayward appendage surging erect. "Hilarie are you finished?" said Miss Yvette entering the bathroom. She took one look at his swollen nipples and pursed her lips. "What on earth will we do with you." then she began washing his body.

The touch of her hands was very pleasant and it did absolutely nothing to reduce the tension he felt in his loins and by the time Miss Yvette had completed her task he was tumescent. Every time Hilarie left the bath Miss Yvette was reminded of the "Venus Bathing" by Botticelli. Today was slightly different as she saw the state of Hilarie's member. Her lips once again pursed as she "tsk, tsk ed" her charge at his sexual promiscuity.

Using soft thick cashmere towels she carefully patted the peaches and cream skin dried, then lavishly powdered and scented it all over. Hilarie went directly to the trapeze holding out his arms, as he waited for Miss Yvette to fasten them to the bar. Instead she took his hand and led him to the bed asking him to lie down and wait for a few moments. She returned minutes later bearing in her arms all her "detensioning" paraphernalia, the sweet scented oils, satin gloves and silken cloths.

Miss Yvette insisted he lay back and relax whilst she went to work. There was no doubt whatsoever that his status had changed. Up till now all her masturbation of Hilarie had been completed in the most clinical of ways, accompanied by scornful remarks designed to denigrate him. Normally he emerged from her hands literally limp but still tense and unsatisfied. Today it was quite, quite different as her clever hands lead him to several erotic climaxes. By the time Miss Yvette had finished he felt both relaxed and satisfied.

So happy did he feel, that as she bent to pick up her equipment, her reached forward, kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered, "thank you". Miss Yvette blushed slightly but quickly recovered. That was a pleasure Miss Hilarie, though after your activities this morning I didn't think you would need my services. You have very active glands Miss Hilarie and they need to be out of action for a few hours."

The maid spent some time carefully cleaning and drying his pubic area and asked him to raise his legs then spread them wide. Saying he would experience a few minute discomfort, she gently took his testes and pushed them back into the sockets in his body. He gave a squeal it was quite painful. Insisting it would soon pass, Miss Yvette fitted his false pudenda/vagina. Hilarie had not worn it since his fitting and watched with interest as the strange contrivance was attached to his body.

His now quite limp member was slid into a horse shoe shaped pouch and pulled down between his legs. The pouch part of the pudenda was made of a very thin membrane and was designed to make his member form part of the outer lips of the quite realistic vulva. During any sexual act if Hilarie's vagina was penetrated , the appendage would pass between Hilarie's member now forming the outer lips and along the bottom of his now empty testes sac. The remainder of the "vagina" was made up of a very realistic the inner lips fashioned from a flesh like space age material. The very fine membrane was very extremely strong and self lubricated. Through it Hilarie would feel all movement and sensation against his own member and from all accounts the sensation was extremely pleasant.

The vagina was completely equipped with a thatch of pubic hair, neat sculpted and an exact match of his own color. As the vagina was attached by means of a DNA keyed adhesive to his own flesh, there was the disadvantage that his own pubic area must remain completely devoid of hair and the electrolysis in this region had been far from pleasant. All the swelling had disappeared but it still felt rather strange. Miss Yvette finished her careful adjustments and using a tiny radio transmitter keyed the adhesive.

The seam joining the two areas was invisible to the naked eye. So realistic was the device that a close examination of Hilarie would have shown "her" to be a completely normal girl. Her mons Venus was rather prominent, but this was generally accepted as a plus in any beauty. The device was designed to pass the sexual test and was not only undetectable in these circumstances but provided intense pleasure to both parties. A full medical examination would be required to expose Hilarie's true sex. Miss Yvette had told Hilarie the vagina was unique. The only other copies of the device were also in her hands for it had been developed at instigation of Lady Miranda in total secrecy and at enormous cost

He stood up and walked to the mirror. It was not the most comfortable device to wear, Hilarie was very aware of the dull ache between his legs but that would disappear Miss Yvette assured him. The vagina carried its own plumbing and in an emergency he could wear it for almost a week, but usually it would be removed overnight. A careful examination in the mirror revealed a girl looking back, all signs of his maleness had completely disappeared. Hilarie felt a cold shiver go through his body it did look so real but he felt quite uncomfortable. He did not wish this to be a taste of the future he wanted to remain a male.

There was a small satin and lace corselet laid out on the bed. It was really a "waspy" Miss Yvette explained, designed to give his waistline some help. At least he thought that would prove comfortable. Hilarie was far too optimistic, small and light it may have appeared, but the lace was fashioned from kevlar, and with no small effort from Miss Yvette, Hilarie found he had an eighteen-inch waist. Once he had grown accustomed too the pressure about his middle, the garment was quite comfortable to wear. His breasts were virtually free, the bra supported them from underneath and they nestled in the satin like two rose tipped creamy eggs. Cream silk stockings were drawn up his legs and fastened to the six suspenders attached to the waspy. Then came a pair of pale blue silk wide legged tap panties. As the wisp of silk settled about his waist Hilarie was about to ask for something more supportive of his male apparatus, when he remembered just how unnecessary that would be today

Raising his arms he allowed Miss Yvette to slide a dress over his head. So soft was the touch of silk as it slithered down his body that it sent a course of heat flowing between his legs. With a mind of its own his member tried to react despite the confining pudenda. Hilarie felt a surge of pain and discomfort before the incarcerated organs accepted their fate. The dress was of ice blue bias cut silk satin. As it settled about his body Hilarie could appreciate the clever design and exquisite workmanship.

It was so simple, two very thin spaghetti straps over each shoulder holding up a simple "princess" line gown. A straight cut bodice line demurely covered his breasts. Their modesty was challenged by the open top bra, which allowed them to move provocatively beneath the silk and emphasized his nipples, which were already displaying signs of restlessness. The skirt began immediately beneath his breasts, it was quite full and loose. There was no attempt to emphasize his narrow waist or the fullness of his breasts. There was no need, the fabric took care of that. The supple silk satin clung to him like a second skin emphasizing every curve of his body. Hilarie's slightest movement was reason for the bias cut material reshape itself to his body.

He settled himself on a chair whilst Miss Yvette fitted strapped satin sandals to his feet. They were exceptionally light with provocatively slim high heels. He felt so different, very aware of the sensual nature of his surroundings. As he raised his leg Hilarie became quite conscious of his silk covered bottom sliding on the silk covered chair and the sibilant whisper as his stockings legs crossed one another sent a delicious shiver through his body.

"Come look at yourself." Said Miss Yvette bringing him before a full-length mirror. Hilarie was stunned, could that gorgeous creature be himself. It was a moment of self-realization, a turning point, when Hilarie knew that the prospect of returning to his former self was no longer possible and today he didn't care. Without giving any thought to his action, he spun in a circle, the dress spinning out floating upwards exposing his slim and shapely stockinged legs and blue silk panties.

Miss Yvette looked on in astonishment at her charge. Never before had he displayed such spontaneous happiness. It looked as though the program was finally working at last Hilarie was accepting the inevitable.

"It is nice to see you so happy and gay, ma Cherie. Come let us see whether Lord Cecil is ready." Said Miss Yvette, taking him by the hand.

 

 

Chapter Nine. Prince Charming

Lord Cecil was still in his room with Miss Josie adding the final touches to his regalia. Miss Yvette had said that the expected dress for males was a dinner jacket or tuxedo. Hilarie had not expected Cissy to be wearing a conventional, but even this left him unprepared.

He was dressed in a suit of Jade green silk satin. It appeared to have been modeled upon a tuxedo but that is where any resemblance ended. The jacket was quite short, finishing at an incredibly small waist. Hand span was Hilarie's first thought, for whatever corset had been used, had drawn his waist down to an incredible eighteen inches. The lapels drew the eye to this phenomenon and these were sprinkled with glinting emeralds that caught and reflected the light. A similar pattern was echoed on the cuffs of the three-quarter length sleeves.

Beneath the jacket was a pale pink satin blouse with a high neck. Tiny pearl buttons only an inch apart tightly fastened this to Cissy's slender neck reaching all the way to the curve of his chin. From the base of the neck, a cream jabot of exquisitely fine Brussels lace cascaded down the front. More of the dainty lace frothed from the cuffs as the sleeves of the blouse billowed from beneath the jacket.

Cissy stepped back from the mirror and flicked his wrist upward to clear his hands of the lace frills, which threatened to cover them. Beneath the jacket were his trousers, made of the same green satin. They fitted tightly about his bottom emphasizing it's feminine roundness, them the clinging fabric flared slightly before finishing in cuffs a few inches below his knee.

From beneath the trousers floated the legs of diaphanous silk petti-pants, the same pale pink of the blouse. These were buttoned down his calf where they finished with a six-inch frill of cream lace. Beneath these was a pair of shoes which brought a gasp of sheer disbelief from Hilarie.

How Cissy could walk in them was beyond Hilarie's comprehension. The heels were at least the lengths of his foot, probably seven inches at least. He stood poised, virtually on his toes. The heels were as slender as a stiletto and Cissy stood balanced on an area as large as a crystal wine goblet. There was no sign of unsteadiness as he moved before the mirror, turning first one way then the other. Narcissistically preening himself, every movement as graceful as a ballet dancer.

Cissy was wearing full feminine makeup, eye shadow, blusher, and lipstick. With his eyes delicately outlined with shimmering green eyeliner. His pale red gold hair was swept back into a single braid. Plaited through it was a jade green silk ribbon, finishing in a large bow halfway down his back. In spite of all the femininity about him, regardless of the makeup and hairstyle Cissy did not appear androgynous. To Hilarie's surprise the youthful aristocrat looked exactly like what he was, a pretty boy dressed in effeminate clothing. There was no doubt that he was male. Despite his narrow waist, curvaceous bottom and shapely legs, the enormous organ clearly outlined beneath the clinging green, satin trousers allowed no doubt.

Suddenly Cissy became aware that someone had entered the room behind him and he was under scrutiny. He turned quickly to face Hilarie and Miss Yvette. Cissy looked at Hilarie and turned to Miss Yvette, he shook his head as if in belief and said "No I don't believe it. You're so beautiful. This morning you were lovely, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen." He flushed and stammered slightly as he tried to correct his mistake. "I mean the most beautiful boy. Oh forgive me Hilarie, I'm not sure what I mean and I'm making it worse. But in that dress, you see I designed it specially for you, I've never seen any one look so beautiful." Red faced Cissy stammered to a halt.

Hilarie was quite embarrassed by Cissy's address, but at the same time felt a warm glow of satisfaction suffuse his body. He stepped forward and hugged Cissy, kissing him lightly on the lips. He was aware of the taste of the youth's lipstick and the all to feminine aura that flowed from Cissy's body. It was a pleasant sensation and so non-threatening. Almost immediately the illusion vanished as Hilarie felt the Cissy's appendage surge erect between his legs.

There was a cry from Miss Josie as she pushed Hilarie aside and began frantically unfastening the buttons on the side of Cissy's trousers. With Miss Yvette's help the trousers and petti-pants were quickly about his ankles. Cissy gave a squeal of pain as Miss Josie used her a long pointed fingernail to viciously flick the tip of still burgeoning organ the empurpled member quickly subsided and once again sank between the legs of the whimpering youth.

It had all happened so quickly that Hilarie had had no time to consider the consequences. He was well aware of the glare from Miss Josie, who was noisily exclaiming to Miss Yvette that Hilarie should have known better, and he was grateful for his maid's spirited defense of him. Suddenly he found it all quite disconcerting. His act had been quite spontaneous and carried out with innocence. It had been quite fun to accept the lovely compliments Cissy had paid him and thanked him with a friendly kiss. This world of strange people was so difficult to live in there were so many rocks and dangers just below the surface of the quietest of waters.

He was quite disturbed by his own reaction . Only moments ago he had accepted with alacrity Cissy's compliments, so enthusiastically that his hugs and kiss had caused the problem that Miss Josie and Miss Yvette had almost solved. Yet only a week or so he would have almost died of humiliation if he had been told he was the" most beautiful girl ever seen".

Suddenly he was aware Miss Josie was speaking to him.

"I'm sorry I was so abrupt a few minutes ago Miss Hilarie. It wasn't your fault, you certainly weren't to know. "

Hilarie smiled and thanked her and said he'd think more carefully in the future.

Cissy stood in the center of the room, his trousers and undergarments still unfastened. He looked very unhappy as Miss Josie said

"I'm sorry my Lord but I'm afraid you'll have to wear the ball loop. "

Cissy pleaded to be tied down as he had been this morning.

Miss Josie said " Lady Julia wants to see some movement beneath your trousers. It does make other people aware of what they're missing were her exact words. She wouldn't brook any argument." Cissy stood with pursed lips obviously not happy, but unwilling to stand against his mother's wishes. Absenting herself for a moment returned with a small gold ring. Cissy stood with his legs wide as Miss Josie knelt before him, and with Miss Yvette holding the flaccid organ aside she began manipulating the testes sac. Slowly and carefully she maneuvered one of the hen's egg size ball up into his body cavity. It must have been quite uncomfortable as whimpers of pain periodically escaped from Cissy's lips. Suddenly it was in place and Miss Josie fastened and locked the band about the sac.

A shiver went through Hilarie's body as he realized the implication. Once or twice he had awoken from sleep in the most dreadful pain. It had been caused by one of his testes not descending, and the beginning of an erection. By this means Cissy would remain under control. He felt so sorry for him, and hoped he could try to help him during the day. Miss Josie grumbled that his trousers and petti pants were too crumpled and collected another set.

Minutes later Cissy stood before the mirror once more fully dressed in his satin suit. Hilarie thought he looked quite splendid. The ball loop prevented any erection but did not restrict the blood flow and quickly Cissy became swollen beneath the satin. As his organ was no longer confined it swung ominously with his every movement. The size would normally represent the epitome of male power it seemed so ironic that the massive engine belonged to such a feminine and pretty man.

The maids fussed about their charges, adding a little make up where none was really needed. Chasing any errant hair back in the braids and removing non existent creases from the satin and silks. While waiting for the call to say Lady Miranda and Lady Julia were ready and bring their charges to the reception room . Miss Josie was called from the room and minutes later returned holding a white piece of apparatus in her hands.

Cissy looked at what she held and immediately his face went white.

"Oh no Miss Josie I won't wear it. No I won't. Take it away. " His voice was raised and he almost shouted at his maid. Miss Josie raised a conciliatory hand.

"I'm sorry my Lord, but Lady Julia insists." Miss Josie took his hand, holding it gently, comforting him ." I tried to help Cissy dear really I did. She originally want to use the restraint but I managed persuade her to use only the collar. Please be good, she was very upset over what happened today and it takes her a long time to settle down again."

Cissy's eyes were glistening with moisture. Tears, the result of humiliation and anger were almost about to start, but he managed to choke them back as he stammered an apology. "I'm sorry Miss Josie , for being so ill mannered. I'm sure you did your best." He bent his head trying to smile bravely. " Well you'd best put it on ." He said.

About Cissy's slender neck Miss Josie fastened a glistening white leather collar. It was fashioned in the form of a dog collar, with sizeable diamonds forming the studs. The buckle was of gold , as was the large plate in the center which read:-

Lord Cissy
-Mother's little Pet-

The collar was beautifully crafted in the softest of leather, but it was the symbolism of what it represented that so humiliated Cissy. He might be Lord Cecil, Duke of Middlesex, an English nobleman, and a Peer of realm. However all this power was stripped away by the collar about his neck.

Cissy explained that his mother had not forgiven him for exhibition today. Originally she had agreed to him wearing a conservative but rather elegant suit of black panne velvet to the cocktail party. One that was quite mannishly cut and when worn with low-heeled shoes, with his hair tied back; and only a touch of blusher he looked rather chic. He had wanted to look handsome and if not masculine, at least the well dressed man about town. After all he was going to be escorting the very beautiful Hilarie.

Instead when he'd returned to his room this suit was already laid out for him . Despite all his pleas his, Mother would not relent. Her attitude today, was rather strange, for at public gatherings such as this, Lady Julia preferred to dress Cissy quite conservatively .While he may been heavily corseted and wearing silk and lace underwear his top clothing was usually a beautifully cut suit of raw silk or fine wool. All to preserve the family name. The same didn't apply to the informal gathering with her friends, such as this morning. As Hilarie was now very much aware it, the more outrageous the better.

"Mummy will finally forgive me, but it is obviously not going to be tonight."

He watched in silence as Miss Josie fastened the collar, finally locking it in place with a tiny gold key. The extent of Cissy's chagrin was clear in his face. Hilarie smiled at him trying to lift his spirits, that returned was a sad one, full of defeat and shame. The final straw came as Miss Josie attached a leather leash encrusted with jewels to the D ring on the collar and handed the end to Hilarie.

"Lady Julia asked that you bring Lord Cecil to her when they are ready." Said Miss Josie. The two maids departed saying they'd return immediately the two ladies were ready.

Cissy appeared to have recovered his spirit somewhat. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable holding Cissy on a leash, he let it go. Immediately Cissy gave a sharp yelp

"Please keep hold of the lead " He cried Hilarie quickly picked it up .

There was a microprocessor and small battery built into the leash. Someone, always had to hold it otherwise Cissy received a sharp if harmless electric shock through the collar.

"It's such a humiliating experience wearing this.. I have to remain clipped to mama's bracelet or ask someone to lead me around the room. Otherwise I keep getting a shock and that really stings. Still I suppose there are small mercies to be thankful for at least Josie talked her out of the bridle." Cissy noted Hilarie's rather puzzled look.

"Oh I see you haven't experienced these devices. The bridle is similar to the collar but it goes about my member. All my trousers have a little flap inserted." He lifted his leg and showed Hilarie a near invisible slit inserted into the seam of his left inside leg.

"Wearing the bridle can be very painful if the leash carrier is at all forgetful, or sadistic. " He added ruefully

At that moment the two maids re-entered the room. "Come along" said Miss Yvette "it's time to go to the party."

 

 

Chapter Ten. The Fairy GodMothers

Aunt Miranda and Lady Julia were relaxing in the reception room. As the two boys entered the room Lady Julia was leaning languidly against the marble mantle piece, she turned quickly in Cissy's direction her eyes sharp and critical. She insisted he turn about and display himself to her. As the perfumed youth turned first this and that, Hilarie had a chance to examine the two women's gowns. Aunt Miranda was wearing a gown very similar in cut and fabric to his own. More suited to her age it was calf length, but it draped about her magnificent body. Instead of the baby blue color Hilarie wore, Lady Miranda had chosen dark ivory silk satin. It was ideally suited to her rich auburn hair, which was worn loose today.

She reminded Hilarie of a young Katherine Hepburn, in a movie Miss Yvette had shown only a week ago. The same cool elegance, the almost haughty stance and warm smile that could warm his heart. There was no further time for speculation as Aunt Miranda turned to him and said. " My goodness Hilarie you do look beautiful, I'm very proud of you."

There was nothing anyone could have said that would have made him feel prouder She held out her hand beckoning Hilarie to her. Then tightly clasped in her arms as she kissed him lightly but warmly on the cheek. "Oh Hilarie you are so beautiful. "

This did not go unnoticed by Lady Julia. "Come on Miranda, don't keep all the goodies for yourself, share the gorgeous boy around." She was also very elegantly dressed. It was seemed unlikely that chance had lead her to choose a trouser suit made of the same jade green satin as her son's. This she wore together with an identical blouse. Where Cissy's was all frills and flounces, Lady Julia's was of clear fluid classical lines. Several ropes of beautiful pearls were about were about her neck and a similarly styled pearl bracelet was about her left wrist. She looked quite lovely, there was none of the mutton dressed as lamb look that had seemed to characterize her earlier in the day. Consequently she looked quite young.

Earlier today she had seemed rather flustered, rather excitable but now there was an easy grace about her. Something had changed her, she now appeared to be completely in control. It was obvious that Lady Julia needed to dominate poor Cissy, to treat him as a plaything. Whatever physiological needs were satisfied by this power over him appeared to work but she also needed to demonstrate who ruled. By dressing Cissy this way her Ladyship was making a clear statement about their relationship. Of who was in control and who was not. If there any further doubts existed, these were completely dispelled by the collar about Cissy's neck, and the leash now firmly attached to her wrist.

Then Madame Hester walked into the room and announced that the guests were arriving. Hilarie took Aunt Miranda's inviting hand and with Lady Julia and Cissy following they walked towards the reception room.

 

The end of book 6.

 

 

In the next book of The Gilded Cage Hilarie enjoys the reception. He finds the power of the D.O.Ms to be quite overwhelming, then the following Hilarie and Cissy have costume party and enjoy the clothes of the flapper period

 

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