The Gilded Cage                    by: Ann Browning

 

Book 7

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.

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.. 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.

Lord Cecil and Lady Julia have arrived to spend two days with Lady Miranda. Lord Cecil is sissified and has a strange mutilation to his body. Hilarie and Cecil are about to attend a party given by the DOMs in honor of the visitors

 

Book Seven.     Entertainment Formal and Intimate

Chapter One      DOMs, PETs, and Lord Cecil.

The reception was not held in the part of the mansion that Lady Miranda kept for the society lady part of her life. The Chairperson of numerous charities and arts which belonged more to her image as a wealthy and conventional society lady In this part of the home were the classical masterpieces, sculptures, and paintings by the masters and superb antiques. There were none of the erotic paintings and displays of ancient and antique sexual devices that characterized the other side of her life. The people invited to this reception were her "other" society friends, from the Fauntleroy Foundation. Tonight, while some belonged to both sides of her life, there were none that did not belong to the Daughter's of Madrigal.

It was very well understood by the privileged few belonging to or associated with the Foundation that gossip of any kind either about the Daughters of Madrigal, or the Foundation were not tolerated. It was known that the slightest whisper of gossip would lead to immediate expulsion. In turn, expulsion would bring financial and social ruin. The Mafia with their Omerta was a group of gossiping fishwives when compared to the Daughters of Madrigal. Over the years, this silence had been very well maintained. An occasional whisper of a secret society of dominant women had emerged, but had just as quickly sunk without trace. It all demonstrated the enormous power Lady Miranda had over both press and government.

They entered the foyer and Hilarie took his place alongside Lady Miranda in the reception line. Madam Hester this evening in the role of Major Domo announced the names of the guests. The women were all splendidly gowned; the couturiers of Italy, France, Japan, England and the U.S, A were represented. The majority were in cocktail gowns, some overly formal, other elegantly casual.

The men accompanying them mirrored their partners elegance A number appeared to retain the outward trappings of masculinity. Some, the more fortunate wore a gray swallowtail morning suit, the type of costume preferred for conservative formal occasions common on the Washington diplomatic circuit. However there was no wool, worsted serge or even cashmere, this was too masculine for the partners of the Daughter's of Madrigal, only silks satins or crepes were tolerated. The lucky ones were in the normal male suits, others were in a variety of styles, sailor suits, and kilts styled in silk or satin. None were quite as sissified as Lord Cecil's but a number had taken a step or two towards it.

All wore high stiletto heeled shoes, and about each right ankle were fastened two light weight gold fetters with a short length of very fine chain joining them Those that wore trousers had them shortened by two or three inches exposing this accessory. Each had been allowed to arrive wearing a high necked light cloak. Once these were removed, their subordinate position was revealed. Beneath the suits were silk or satin blouses lavishly frilled and trimmed with lace in pinks or powder blue

A common feature of all the males was an excellent figure; they all had slender waists. Tight corseting was obviously the norm amongst all them. If their straight carriage and the uncomfortable way they bore themselves was any indication. A few women were also wearing the cupid but these were rare, only two out of the hundred or more couples present. All wore a velvet choker about the neck carrying a chained cupid within a heart. The cupid bore in its' hands a gold embossed card bearing the message.

I belong to" "

My name is PET " "

The Daughters of Madrigal were considered to be a secret de facto government. Lady Miranda, its President scoffed at such a notion but there was no doubt that it's influence so secret and shadowy loomed very large; if not in the corridors of power; in the bedrooms behind them.

As he stood in the greeting line, Hilarie could observe with some amusement the effect Cissy was having on the guests. As the women curtseyed and the men bowed the came face to face with an enigma. With his reddish blonde hair and beautifully made-up face, the Duke of Middlesex looked anything but a normal aristocrat of British society. Cissy would never have a made a beautiful woman, there was too much strength in his features. It was obvious that the women found Sissy very charming and very desirable and he was not sure whether it was in spite of or due to his extreme effeminacy. After greeting Sissy, all the eyes slid surreptitiously downwards, drawn to the massive bulge beneath the silk.

The admiration was not confined to one sex; he effectuated more confusion upon the men. The males, some of the most powerful in the country included captains of industry, senior government officials, members of the Congress and Senate; each on taking Cissy's hand each in turn became coy and effusive. They blushed and stammered extravagant compliments on his appearance, before reluctantly releasing his hand. As they moved along the line their eyes swept back and downwards confirming Lord Cecil's legendary proportions with a mixture of awe and longing.

 

Chapter Two      Miss Blakemore and Leslie

The very last pair to arrive was Miss Eula Blakemore and her nephew Leslie. Aunt Miranda was not an admirer of Miss Blakemore considering her to have few redeeming features and a social climber in the extreme. As he watched her, gushing over Sissy's hand he found she was more attractive than the picture he'd built up from Aunt Miranda's acerbic remarks to Lady Julia She was a quite attractive woman in her early fifties. Overdressed rather than elegant described her Gianni Versace suit and she literally dripped with jewelry.

Cissy and Hilarie had been audience to Aunt Miranda's explanation to Lady Julia. Eula Blakemore had managed to become a member of DOMs much against Lady Miranda's will; she had been overseas at the time. Even viewed against the eccentricities that prevailed within the society she was a peculiar person, wealthy and utterly opposed to men. It was hidden beneath a veneer of charm and Southern manners but underneath she was by all accounts a total man hater with an aim, for unexplained reason of complete domination over the male population. Miss Blakemore saw the Society as a means of furthering her endeavor. Lady Miranda as founder and head of DOMs was not unnaturally was totally opposed to her.

Her household with the exception of Leslie was female. There was an ironical twist to her wealth; her considerable fortune had been inherited from her brother, a widower, and the father of Leslie. Eula Blakemore had become guardian of Leslie and his inheritance. Fortunately or so it had seemed at the time, her brother had sufficient knowledge of his sister and her motives, to add a codicil to the will restraining her guardianship of his son. Her access to the inheritance was only valid while Leslie retained his male sexuality. Leslie's Father had shown some foresight but he had not entirely accomplished his purpose. Miss Blakemore had twice unsuccessfully tried to have the codicil overturned in the courts; failing that, she changed Leslie's gender.

Ten years ago, the sixteen-year-old boy had been turned from a nephew into a niece. The boy had undergone surgery and training to change his manners, voice and appearance and to all accounts he was every inch a woman. "Well not every inch a woman. There still must remain some extra bits, otherwise she'd lose all her money." Aunt Miranda had said, her voice tinged with venom. At that moment, Miss Blakemore took his hand as he dropped into a graceful curtsey.

"So this is young Hilarie, such beauty Lady Miranda. She is your sister Emily's child I believe."

"Hardly, Miss Blakemore Hilarie Richmond is a boy. However, they do share similar first names. To date no one has placed Hilarie in that classification. Dearest Hilarie is from the other side of the family, the Fauntleroys," said Aunt Miranda.

Miss Blakemore seemed determined to pursue the subject. 'I wonder what became of him?"

Lady Miranda replied, "he was such a beastly child and following Emily's death, I thought he must be disciplined and receive some help to change his ways. The training is happening right now. We haven't seen him for some time and when he returns we expect he'll quite a different sort of chap to the monster we sent away.

"I know it wrong of me to gossip Miranda, but I've heard some malicious rumors that young Hilarie is a male. Of course my dear I don't believe a word of it." She said touching Lady Miranda's arm. "However it is what people are saying."

"Lady Miranda's look was enough for Eula Blakemore to remove her arm, and it was obvious Lady Miranda was annoyed by her familiarity. "Really Miss Blakemore, is that what they are saying?" Next, they'll be saying the same about you. Now I hope you'll excuse you I've important guests to attend to." Lady Miranda turned her back leaving Miss Blakemore almost spluttering with fury.

Following Miss Blakemore was Leslie. Unlike the other males in the room, Leslie appeared every inch a woman. Reflecting on Aunt Miranda's remarks, Hilarie thought well not quite every inch for beneath the dress there was probably more than that which belonged to his original sex. Leslie was very pretty and bore a quite strong resemblance to the late Marilyn Monroe except for the voice which was far queakier than the screen goddesses.

In a pink and white silk, the gown was far too ornate for the reception. Extensive surgery had been completed on Leslie; his figure was quite spectacular. The sequin-embroidered bodice of his gown was having a great deal of trouble containing his well-developed breasts. A tiny waist flowed down into the full skirt of pink organza over taffeta. He was quite beautiful, the golden blonde hair framing a perfect oval face; a rather cute turned up nose and limpid blue eyes.

If you knew were to look, it was possible to discern Leslie's true sex. His hands and feet were overly large and the calves of his legs just too slender and too muscular for a woman. It was not difficult to discern his sexual inclination either. Leslie greeted Hilarie politely, but it was obvious that her mind and eyes were with Cissy. Lord Cecil had moved from the reception line into the middle of the room and Leslie's eyes swiveled to follow him. He was completely mesmerized by the minikin and seemed unable to take his eyes from him.

As Hilarie made small talk with Leslie, it was obvious where her main interests lay. Pop music, she was a great fan of Michael Jackson, fashion, celebrities and the movie world. Leslie quickly put anything more intellectual that Hilarie tried to discuss aside as being too unladylike. She asked him about Jamie Dupree saying her Aunt was a friend of Miss Parker's and she'd been told Jamie had visited them. "Oh you're so lucky, I think he's absolutely dreamy." She gushed, "I'd love to spend a night with him." It was not long before Leslie's real desire became apparent.

"It must be wonderful to be friends with Lord Cecil. I'd so like to know him. Do you think we could talk to Lord Cecil," said Leslie.

Thinking there must be more interesting people in the room to talk to, Hilarie began moving with Leslie towards Cissy. On the way they met Miss Yvette in her temporary role as waitress, at that moment she stumbled and the glass of red wine she was bearing spilt over the dresses of Hilarie and Leslie. Hilarie was unprepared for the effect it had on Leslie as he cried.

"My dress its' completely ruined, " he sobbed

At once Lady Miranda was at his side. "Oh my dear Leslie, I'm so sorry." She took his hand, saying "You and Hilarie are just about the same size and I'm sure there will be something suitable. Hilarie please take Leslie to your bedroom and find another dress. You must change too my dear, it did make such a mess."

Miss Blakemore hurried up. "Oh darling your best gown is ruined."

Lady Miranda said "I'm so sorry Miss Blakemore, I've told Hilarie to take Leslie to his bedroom and select another gown."

"Do you mind if I accompany them Lady Miranda. Sometimes Leslie gets a little carried away and needs a little help in the selection of his dresses."

"Of course not, do you require Yvette to help you?"

Miss Blakemore made it quite plain that Yvette's clumsiness was quite enough and they'd be certainly able to manage on their own.

She was very impressed by the size and grandeur of Hilarie's suite. "Are all the rooms this size, Hilarie?"

Hilarie assured her that his was typical of the mansion. Miss Blakemore raised her eyebrows and appeared overwhelmed by the luxury that surrounded her. Leslie had wasted no time and had already entered the dressing room.

"Oh Hilarie you are so lucky. " he turned to Miss Blakemore, "look Tante, Hilarie has so many beautiful dresses."

The remark did not please Miss Blakemore; her reply was quite abrupt. "Yes Leslie I'm sure she has almost as many as you have. Now please hurry, we would like to return to the dinner. While you are choosing I'll help Hilarie change."

Miss Blakemore was insistent on aiding him. He'd chosen an identical copy of the dress he had been wearing but in a different color. This time in a pale dusky rose. He thought he'd be spared removing both his silk french knickers and silk stockings, but Miss Blakemore insisted that the color would show through his silk satin dress. She insisted on helping him, rolling the stockings up his legs and attaching them to the suspenders. Then adjusting the knickers. All the time her hands kept touching his lower body. At last she seemed satisfied that the body before her was really a girl's one and allowed him to complete his dressing.

Leslie had at last found a dress to suit him. It was a rather elaborate cocktail gown based on a Christian Dior creation of the early 1950's. In pale pink satin with voluminous tulle underskirts, Hilarie had managed to avoid wearing it up till now. Mainly due to Miss Yvette considering it too elaborate and pretentious. It obviously did not have the same effect on Leslie or Miss Blakemore.

"Oh Hilarie I think this is lovely, could I borrow it for tonight."

"Of course you may Leslie."

Miss Blakemore said, "I need to use the powder room, would you help Leslie dress, Hilarie dear."

When Leslie removed his dress they found the wine had soaked right the way through his underclothes, even deeply staining the very formidable corset he wore. Hilarie had by now discovered that Leslie became upset over the smallest thing and was almost in tears at the thought of wearing a stained garment beneath his new gown. Hilarie quickly unearthed a new satin slip, panties and a corselet. Leslie was at first reluctant to undress, but on Hilarie's reassurance that he'd seen a boy naked before he grasped the trapeze bar, allowing Hilarie to undo the laces.

It was a heavy corset, fully boned from hip to bust, with shoulder braces to ensure an upright posture. A satin pouch ran between Leslie's legs, it was secured in the front and a slim gold chain fastened to the rear ran to a tiny combination lock in the small of Leslie's waist. It was a fiendishly clever device, making Leslie entirely dependent upon another person for even a trip to the toilet. With the lock in this position there was little chance that he'd ever be able to free himself. He was able call out the numbers to allow Hilarie to release the pouch. .

Leslie now naked shyly tried to hide his penis and testes. Not that this was difficult. Surgery or hormones, or a combination of the both had reduced his member to the size of Hilarie's little finger. His testes surprisingly were normal size and Hilarie wondered what this did to Leslie's sexual appetite. Hilarie had just strapped Leslie into a corselet of his and was selecting a pair of satin elastic sports panties to replace the pouch when Miss Blakemore returned.

Her face flushed with anger at the sight of her nephew with his mutilated genitalia still bared.

"What on earth are you up to now," she said.

Leslie tried to stammer an explanation but this seemed to infuriate Miss Blakemore even more.

"You tried to take advantage of Hilarie, Oh you horrible little boy Leslie. How could you?"

At last Hilarie managed to break in and explain what had happened. He was surprised by the look of relief that came over Miss Blakemore's face. It was obvious that she had expected a far more sinister motive behind Leslie's escape from his pouch. The tiny episode triggered another mystery, of what lay behind the Blakemore household. Despite Leslie's flustering it took only a few more minutes to complete Leslie's dressing and repair his makeup. Then with Miss Blakemore chivvying Leslie to hurry they returned to the reception.

 

Chapter Three      Party Games.

Apart from a few incidents the remainder of the party was anticlimactic. The guests had formed about the celebrities, Cissy, Ladies Julia and Miranda. More than half the males were attracted to Cissy all very reluctant to leave his presence. Most eyes were drawn to his breeches, eyes agog with the movement that swirled beneath the clinging pink satin as he moved about the room. Most had been affected and Hilarie was amused to find that nearly all found the minikin irresistible if the bulging trousers of those circulating about him were any indication.

Lady Miranda had the second largest group followed by Lady Julia to his surprise Hilarie, found another group began to form about him. It was quite disconcerting to find a half dozen or more men and women hanging on his every word. Even more difficult to deal with was the praise and compliments he kept receiving. It was the hands he found most objectionable, as behind him he'd feel someone fleetingly touch his bottom. It was difficult to prove who was doing it, anyone of the dozen people clustered about him, or possibly all of them. It was so annoying and he wanted to punish the next one who did it, but that proved unnecessary as his partner seized one Pet's.

"You nasty little man, please accept my apologies Hilarie, I'm Maude Barclough and this is my worm of a husband, Chester now please excuse me while I make sure he doesn't do it again."

Hilarie watched him being led off towards one of the brass poles. His bottom waggling beneath a velvet suit. All night he had been puzzled by the presence of a dozen shiny brass poles positioned about the perimeter of the room. They reached from floor to ceiling and were about four inches in diameter. At the foot of each was a circular mat covered in what appeared to be rounded nobs about a half inch high and the same in diameter. The mystery was solved as he watched the guilty pet being led to one. He saw him handed a key by his mistress, unfasten one of the fetters from his right leg pass it about the pole and fasten it to his left leg. It was quite an effective punishment, fastened by a short chain that allowed virtually no movement. The Pet having to stand very close to the pole and unable to move in any direction. Standing on a nobby mat whose surface proved to be very uncomfortable through the thin soles of their shoes after a very short time.

Almost immediately he was joined by several others who having become rather aroused by the sight of Cissy's organ and had tried to fondle him in a quite intimate manner. Their behavior was spotted by their mistresses and at a sharp command each trotted to her side. In appearance, they were obviously prosperous businessmen but at the moment, they stood before the women heads hung in shame and lips quivering. Then each was sent off to stand before a pole. At a signal from Lady Miranda three of the maids hurried across and kneeling fastened them to the pole.

Only a few minutes later Madame Hester announced dinner. Hilarie was grateful for this; at least it was a break from the never-ending small talk he was expected to make. He found he had moved from one problem to another. He was seated next to a middle-aged lady. She was quite attractive and very lively and introduced herself as Natalie Small. Like all the Mistresses in the room, her Pet stood behind her and his nametag read Arthur. Minute's later Hilarie felt a hand moving across his back and glanced back. Natalie Small caught his glance and also what Arthur was doing. A few minutes later Arthur had joined the miscreants on the poles.

At last Hilarie thought he'd be safe and be able to finish his dinner unmolested. This turned out to be rather optimistic. Natalie proved very inquisitive and even more resolute than Arthur. As Hilarie firmly but politely removed her hand from his thigh for the third time, he pondered on how to approach Aunt Miranda on establishing a second row of punishment poles for miscreant DOMs. He saw little of Cissy during the evening and when Miss Yvette collected him to say it was time for bed, he was only too happy to accept her instructions.

 

Chapter Four.      A Fabulous Costume.

Hilarie slept well that night; all the excitement of the day together with Miss Yvette's clever hands had reduced his libido. It was only in the last moments of sleep did he awaken to another erotic dream as he felt his seed spill once more into his satin nightgown. Miss Yvette woke him about an hour later. As she prepared a hot scented bath, he asked whether the spilling of wine really had been an accident. Miss Yvette smiled and said.

"Do you think her Ladyship would employ a maid who went about spilling wine over her guests. Non, non. We had to scotch those rumors Miss Blakemore was starting to spread, saying you were a boy. One never knows someone eventually might belief it. The accident it worked well, as you say, like a dream."

Hilarie asked, "Why wasn't I told Miss Yvette? It came as quite a shock, the whole episode."

I'm sorry Miss Hilarie, but my Lady thought it best if you were as surprised as the Blakemore's, to make it seem more real."

Hilarie gave Miss Yvette the details of what had happened in the bedroom. The maid was very interested in the description of Leslie's body and the mutilation of his genitalia. She was particularly interested when Hilarie described how distraught Miss Blakemore had become on finding Leslie naked. Saying that perhaps the gossip had some truth in it. Apparently, Leslie had assaulted one of the young maids just after his father had died. This had lead to his operation, but ever since then Miss Blakemore still seemed, concerned that he would attempt an assault on another girl. Hilarie said he thought this very unlikely given Leslie's lovesick mooning over Cissy.

"He certainly showed no interest in me."

"Really Hilarie, but surely that only means he might have been looking for someone quite pretty."

For a moment Hilarie was taken back by her remark. A twinge of anger went through his whole body. I passed almost immediately as he saw her grin, and the knowledge that she been joking. Still the thought that he'd even care whether a person like Leslie thought about him was odd. A few months ago he'd have been very worried whether an obvious sissy had been attracted too him, now he'd worried that one hadn't. What strange process had turned his mind about like this?

Miss Yvette continued. "That awful dress at last we are rid of it. Lady Miranda was certain Miss Blakemore would want Leslie to wear it."

Miss Yvette looked astonished as Hilarie explained that it was Leslie who had chosen it and not his aunt.

"Goo gracious, his taste is as bad as that woman, my Lady will be pleased."

Swathed in a silk dressing gown Hilarie returned to the bedroom to find Miss Josie, Cissy's personal maid had joined Miss Yvette and the two were in the process of laying out an unusual set of clothing on the bed.

"Lord Cecil has sent you a complete outfit which he hope you'll accept and wear this morning, Miss Hilarie,'' said Miss Josie.

It seemed so thoughtful of Cissy that Hilarie could do little else than agree. However, as Miss Yvette began to dress him Hilarie began to wonder whether his acceptance had been wise. Everything had been supplied, corselet, underwear, stockings a, shoes and dress. The corselet was of white satin, had its own brassiere and had been quite high cut in the front. It had a delicate appearance, but this proved very deceptive; the air was almost driven from his lungs as Miss Yvette gave a final tug on the laces to draw it together.

Opera length white silk stockings were fastened to the suspenders and over them Miss Yvette drew gossamer thin cream silk french knickers. They were so fine; they offered no concealment what so ever. Over Hilarie's head Miss Yvette drew what he thought was a petticoat, only when he was wearing it did he realize it was the underskirt of the dress. It was of very fine cream silk satin, bias cut. The top was camisole in style, supported by a pair of thin spaghetti straps. The cut of the skirt was slim and bias cut; it clung to his body like a second skin. Over it went a dress of buttercup yellow silk georgette. It was sheer virtually transparent with long full sleeves, a keyhole neckline and Peter Pan collar. The skirt was quite full, and draped softly across his hips before finishing at mid calf.

Miss Yvette fastened cream strapped sandals to his feet. The heels were only medium height and he welcome their comfort after the extremely high ones he'd worn last night. His makeup was light only a trace of blusher, an iridescent eye shadow and a pale lipstick. Hilarie reluctantly examined himself in the mirror. The refection back from the mirror may have been two dimensional, but the swelling of his breasts was certainty not. Hilarie's nipples were clearly evident beneath the clinging satin. The remainder of gown clung to his body like a second skin outlining the serpent that was beginning to arouse itself beneath his skirt.

This was the most disturbing part and he still was unable to cope with the feelings the sight of his body invoked. Hilarie had become more comfortable with the transformation Doctor Buel had carried our on him. So comfortable in fact that over the last weeks Miss Yvette had began to chide him on his vanity and the amount of time he spent examining himself in the mirror. The reflection he saw this morning brought back his distress. The dress was very feminine but it also made him confront his maleness.

Hilarie knew it was idiotic for him to try and ignore the fact that he still had a set of very active male organs, which provided regular and highly pleasurable sex to him. Too regularly and far too much pleasure in the opinion of Miss Yvette. He desperately wanted to retain them and the continued threat of their loss was more than half the reason for his change in personality.

Despite all this reasoning, the consequence of having to confront the sight of his she-maleness rather than his femininity effected him in a very unsettling manner. He felt torn in two, despondent at the sight of his freakishness, but uplifted at the beauty bestowed upon him. The more he viewed himself the greater the excitement he felt within his body. It was Miss Yvette that caused him to break away; she took his hand and led him towards the breakfast room.

Both Lady Miranda and Lady Julia were fully dressed and looked prepared for travelling. Aunt Miranda was in a very smart raw silk trouser suit. It was deep green and beneath it was a heavy silk gold blouse. The colors were ideal for her red auburn hair and pale skin. Lady Julia had made a similar choice of trouser suit; very similar in both color and style to the one she had worn yesterday. In pale blue silk satin and beneath the jacket was a silvery colored silk blouse. Both garments were more fussy than elegant to Hilarie's eye.

 

Chapter Five       Jay and Daisy.

Aunt Miranda took in her arms and gave him a warm hug. Cissy entered the room immediately after him. He was also dressed in the 1920s mood, his clothing somewhat reminiscent of the Gatsby style. Cissy had obviously chosen this as his theme but it was doubtful that Robert Redford who had portrayed Gatsby in the movie would have welcomed wearing the clothing Cissy had donned. The minikin had chosen a pink and white striped satin blazer beneath which he wore a man tailored blouse of shimmering white silk. The cuffs, the front of the blouse and neckline were lavishly trimmed with bands of snowy white Flemish lace. Into the open neck was knotted a pink satin ascot.

Beneath these, the trousers were a triumph of effeminate extravaganza. The same bias cut cream silk satin in Hilarie's dress had been used here. They clung tightly to his sweetly rounded hips and as they followed the curve of his legs these gradually flaring outwards to become Oxford bags. The trousers finished above his ankles the hemline dipping towards the rear like miniature fishtail skirts. Like all the shoes, he wore the heels seemed impossibly high but he moved about the room with a graceful ease.

The trousers did nothing to hide the huge appendage. The clinging satin outlined it. It was presently in repose and there was no disguising its swollen nature as it swung against his left leg, but there was no sign of an erection. This Hilarie thought was probably more likely to be due to one of Lady Julia's devices rather than self control by Cissy. This thought was borne out when Cissy greeted him with a kiss. In a tight embrace, he felt a momentary surge against his own leg as the member-gained excitement. Then Cissy winced in pain and once again the monster settled back.

The problem did not disappear entirely; Hilarie found some of Cissy's exhilaration had transferred to him. It was a strange sensation, he was not sexually attuned to Cissy, but seeing the evidence of the minikin's excitement effected Hilarie.

He tried to fight against it letting his mind go blank and attempting to use the meditation techniques that Miss Yvette had shown him. This proved of little value as he immediately felt the familiar surge in his loins and his member began to swell. It was humiliating to have so little control over these urges and so embarrassing to be caught reacting before his Aunt. What would she think of? The dress he wore would show his feelings so graphically. He dared not glance down, as it would only mean attracting attention to that region. Even now it was probably too late as he could feel himself reaching an embarrassing state and he knew his dress would not hide it. It was humiliating to have to demonstrate his lack of control before the two women.

It certainly did not cause a problem for Lady Julia. Her eyes lit up with that predatory gleam he had noticed when they had first met. " Look Mirry, how sweet they're, in simpatico." She beckoned to Hilarie' Come here darling and give me a kiss."

Hilarie knew there'd be no escape and met her demand. Her body pressed into his and Lady Julia kissed him full on the lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Aunt Miranda tighten her lips. She was certainly not pleased by the display. While to one side Cissy had reddened with embarrassment at his Mother's exhibition. After what seemed an eternity at last, he was set free.

Over breakfast Aunt Miranda said that Cissy would stay overnight. She and Lady Julia would be leaving immediately for New York and they'd return the following afternoon. They'd require Madame Hester, Miss Yvette and Miss Josie for the trip. Therefore, while they were away Peggy would perform the role of maid for the two boys. Hilarie couldn't hide his grimace and Aunt Miranda noted it.

"Yes I know Hilarie, Peggy is not your favorite maid but I'm sure that you will cope for the night."

Immediately Cissy broke in., "I love to be Hilarie's maid while you're away. .May I?

There was a momentary hesitation on Aunt Miranda's part- as if she was worried about what might happen before she smiled and agreed. Hilarie had never seen Cissy look so happy. His spirits were slightly dampened when his mother would only agree providing he wore a controller at all times.

"It must either be the bridle or your COCTROLLER, do you promise Cissy. "

It was obviously something that Cissy had not counted upon.

"Oh no Mummy for just this once please may I be free."

His pleas though reasoned were of no avail either the controller or Peggy. Reluctantly Cissy agreed to the rules it was only then that Hilarie was disconcerted to find he was going to be responsible for enforcing the rules when Lady Julia was away.

Shortly after breakfast, Lady Miranda and Lady Julia were ready to leave. Once again, Lady Julia drew him close and taking his hand looked him in the eye.

"Don't worry darling Hilarie I'm not going to molest you. I'm just going to ask you to take care of Cecil while we're away. "I love Cissy so very much, although that is sometimes not apparent. He does mean everything too me; but he can be so silly at times. You will take care of him won't you darling?"

Rather embarrassed by her intensity, he nodded his head.

"Once Cissy's member is free his libido takes complete control, and as you saw yesterday the only release is through a quite brutal masturbation. So the object is too keep that under control all the time. The bridle he wears may appear cruel, but at least I don't have to use any drugs. Before you remove the bridle you must fit the Coctroller." Lady Julia handed him what appeared to be an enameled round gold container about the same size as a powder case. Opening it, he found inside two slender gold bracelets.

One was decorated with a group of jewels in the center on one side was a large emerald and at the other an equally large ruby, and between them a diamond. Lady Julia explained this one was to be worn on his wrist as a bracelet. The other was to fit in place on Cissy's member just behind the head. The COCTROLLER was a miniaturized electronic controller that monitored Cissy's excitement at all times. When his arousal reached a certain point, a wave of vibrations, unpleasantly pitched would reduce it to normal. However, the sensor was not perfect at times would fail to correct the changes. So they controls on the bracelet would manually override them. Moving the diamond center towards the ruby reduced his arousal very quickly.

"What happens if I move it in the other direction Lady Julia? " asked Hilarie.

This explained Lady Julia was the reward side. It increased Cissy's arousal and if held towards the emerald long enough would result in Cissy climaxing. "It's just like a set of traffic lights, green for go and red for stop"

A rather puzzled Hilarie asked Lady Julia why he didn't wear the controller all the time. It seemed the ideal means of keeping his libido under control. Apparently, it was not as simple as that the device was still very new and there had been some rather unfortunate incidents with its use. Only a month ago at Diplomatic party the sensor had interacted with the signals from a heart pacemaker bringing Cissy to climax while almost killing the senior European Diplomat. There had also been several episodes with digital telephones, so until the device was perfected the crude but reliable mechanical bridle would be required.

Lady Julia whispered the password to him. Emphasizing that her son was mild mannered and very gentle until he fell under the influence of his sexual drive. Then his manner changed so it was very important that at least one of the devices was in place.

 

Chapter Six       Just the two of us.

Following the departure of the party, Hilarie and Cissy decided to retire to Cissy's suite. Following him up the staircase Hilarie was still astounded with the ease and grace of movement of Cissy in the incredibly high-heeled sandals. The heels were at least two inches higher than his own yet there was not the slightest sign of discomfort. Seated on the silk covered settee, Cissy explained that his Mother had quite a fetish about the height of the heels on shoes. The higher they were the greater her fascination. He removed the shoe as he explained and Hilarie noticed the foot still maintained the steep curve.

" Mummy had an operation carried out on my feet and legs. The hamstring has been shortened and that allows me to wear these high heels without the usual discomfort. The only difficulty is walking in flat shoes, that for me is quite painful." Said Cissy.

Hilarie was aghast." My god, Cissy that's terrible I've never heard anything so cruel. How could your Mother do such a thing?"

Cissy was obviously surprised by Hilarie's outburst "It wasn't that painful Hilarie, in fact now that I'm used to it I rather like be able to wear such high heels. It is quite a talking point at any party. Besides I love Mummy and it made her so happy"

Hilarie still could not overcome his abhorrence at this mutilation. "But I don't understand why you're not upset about it Cissy, it seems so pointless. It is even harder to understand your acceptance of it."

Cissy took his hand. "How did you feel when Lady Miranda had an operation performed upon you for your breasts. Were you upset, I know they're so beautiful, but did you really want them at the time."

Suddenly the logic of Cissy's remarks became clear. In a blinding revelation, Hilarie realized how patronizing he must have sounded. In reality, there was little difference between them. The effeminizing inflicted on Cissy by his Mother and his enormous member made him appear quite grotesque; but was he any different? The only blessing he had if it could be counted as such was his appearance. He appeared to be genuine girl, but in reality beneath it all he was just as big a freak.

Impulsively he reached forward and kissed Cissy on the cheek. "I'm sorry Cissy, that was quite unwarranted. I guess we're all in the same boat."

His apology was accepted with Cissy's natural grace and charm. Hilarie adjusted his skirt and settled down alongside the silk swathed boy. "Now please tell the story of your life. I so much want to hear it."

Cissy reddened slightly, as if embarrassed. "'Oh I will Hilarie if you want me to. First, tell me whether you like the dress you're wearing. You will be honest won't you?"

Hilarie gave his hand a squeeze and said of course he would. "I think it's gorgeous and really suits me, I feel comfortable in it, although," I said blushing. "I know I'm display a little too much. I really love your "Great Gatsby" outfit and I hope I make a good Daisy."

"Oh you do Hilarie, the clothing and image is very important to me." At that moment, he winced.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I've hurt you. What can I do to help?"

Cissy squeezed his hand and said "Please remove the bridle Hilarie it hurts so much and I promise to be good."

Hilarie was about to kneel and carry out the request. It would be quite simple, just turn the combination lock to the numbers Lady Julia had given him and it would literally fall off. Then he remembered her warning that the "COCTROLLER" must be in place first. Cissy was reluctant, insisting that it was not necessary, but Hilarie would not give in. He was going to follow Lady Julia's advice the control must be fitted before the bridle would be removed. Pouting, prettily Cissy finally released lowered his trousers and knickers so Hilarie could fit the device.

It was the first time Hilarie had been close to the organ. Now touching the swollen, empurpled shaft, he realized just how huge it was. It took both his hands to encircle it and fasten the expandable ring about it. The catch had another tiny combination lock on it; he clicked it firmly shut. Immediately Hilarie could feel the device silently vibrating. Cissy uttered a plaintive cry and the organ began to subside.

Hilarie reached beneath the sac and manipulated the lock. It took only seconds to find the correct numbers and the bridle slid open, immediately the second testicle slid down and settled beside its brother. They like the organ were massive, each the size of a hen's egg, the large variety. Hilarie felt quite sorry for Cissy it must be simply awful to have such a mutilated sex organs. He settled back on the plump cushions, beckoning Cissy to join him.

 

Chapter Seven       A Family History.

" Please my Lord Cecil please a fair maiden and tell her the story of your life.

Hilarie lay back on the cushions, he reached out and took hold of Cissy's hand. He had never felt so feminine and within him, there was a sense of complete relaxation. He felt himself transported to another world, a place out of time and space. He glanced up, there nestling in the ceiling was a large mirror. Reflected back were Daisy and Jay lying together on the plump silken cushions. It was just like a scene out of a Hollywood production.

He glanced upwards into the mirror, a beautiful girl with a picture was alongside him Now the monster was tamed and nothing swelled beneath the cream satin Cissy looked very feminine. Erotic thoughts of what it would be like to snuggle close to the body alongside him, kiss his lips and fondle the massive appendage image flooded through him. In his mind, he could see himself doing it. For a moment he couldn't believe couldn't believe what was running through his mind, this was a man he was fantasizing about. Having similar dreams about Alice, he could understand because he could never visualize Alice as anything but female. Cissy was feminized but not feminine, particularly with that enormous engine clear outlined beneath the cream satin. A few days ago, if he had allowed these thoughts and feelings to emerge he would have questioned his sanity. Now he was quite relaxed thinking about making love to Cissy. Angrily he thrust the thoughts from his mind trying to still the whispers of temptation. At last, the disturbing thoughts vanished as Cissy began to tell his story.

Cissy was in fact Lord Cecil Hampton the Duke of Middlesex.

"We have the longest lineage of any noble family in Britain. The Hamptons stretch all the way back to Alfred the Great and Mummy and I are the last of the line."

Mummy, Lady Julia had been born just before World War 11. Hilarie quickly calculated the dates. That made Lady Julia more than sixty years old, he looked at Cissy, a puzzled frown creased his forehead. "Your Mother looks so young I can't believe she's sixty Cissy."

A sad smile crossed Cissy's face. "I know its difficult to accept but she is sixty two next birthday and her need to appear so young inadvertently resulted in me having to live with this monster." Cissy said pointing at his groin. Papa, Sir Arthur Blount had been born a commoner, although he had come from a good middle class family, whose parents had been merchants. However, in class-ridden Britain the aristocratic Lady Julia Hampton, was light years removed from the Arthur Blount.

Arthur twenty years older than Lady Julia had proved a brilliant scholar. He had accepted a scholarship to Cambridge and had specialized in medicine. He was a Surgeon and specialized in hormones and had been accepted as the foremost specialist on the function of hormones within the body. Already he held the Chair of Hormone Research. Arthur Blount was a very handsome man but absolutely dedicated to his work. His social life was practically non-existent and most of his time was spent in the Laboratory or at various seminars on Hormone research.

Mama on the other spent most of time as a social butterfly lunching with her friends and attending balls and parties. She was a very vain woman- I should add she still is- and obsessed with remaining young. Poor Mama's greatest fear is of growing old. She knows she's aged but looking old causes her great distress. They were brought together under the most unlikely circumstances, in 1960 Mama was appointed Lady in Waiting to the Queen. It's largely a symbolic post and only given to ladies of aristocratic birth but puts them right at the forefront of all the social activity. Not long after her appointment, her parents and two brothers were killed in a quite tragic accident and Mama, as the only surviving child became the Duchess of Middlesex. After the funeral, she decided to retain her post as Lady in Waiting, at least she felt less alone. Shortly after the accident, Arthur Blount was knighted for the research work he had completed in hormones. Mama was attending the Queen the day Papa was invested and immediately fell in love with him.

You must understand Papa was very handsome and even when Mama saw him at the age of forty-five he looked like a Greek God. Blonde very tall with an upright bearing he was the perfect example of a man. Their courtship was quite brief, Papa had spent all his life sequestered away from women and was surprisingly naive. To be pursued by someone as beautiful and personable as Mama gave him little chance. Still it was almost a year before the Countess of Middlesex and Sir Arthur was living in the ancestral home.

If Lady Julia had expected a dutiful husband to escort her socially to the multitude of events that were in her life she was to be disappointed. Initially Sir Arthur was her escort but he quickly tired of the vacuous lifestyle and inane conversation and once again buried himself in his research. Mama began to involve herself with Papa and eventually established a research foundation to help him. She was also obsessive about staying young and eventually convinced Papa that more of his work should be concentrated in finding the "youth" hormone.

As you have no doubt noticed, Mama is a very persistent and usually gets what she wants. It was not long before Papa bowed to his bride's wishes and before long, he had found a treatment for extending youth. Papa carried out extensive trials and was about to launch the treatment on a wider scope. Mama however insisted that the treatment be confined to her, at least in the short term. Very reluctantly Papa agreed and Mama was on the path to perpetual youth. The treatment consisted of extremely large doses of the female hormone and a tiny operation on the pituitary gland. These Papa completed, unfortunately, there was one problem that was never explored and that only became apparent when Mama became pregnant while Mama was undergoing the treatment.

Mama's aging literally stopped overnight, there were apparently no side effects and the process by all accounts was hugely successful. It was only after I was born that the problem really emerged. At my birth even though it was obvious I was boy, the huge increase in female hormones that Mama had taken resulted in my body being very feminine and my genitalia was barely discernible. Papa was very upset and immediately put a stop to further treatment. Mama was less concerned she really wanted a girl anyway and was more than happy to treat me more as a daughter than a son.

My hair was kept long and during most of my formative years, I was dressed as a girl. Mama used to love taking me to the many afternoon teas parties she used to attend. Her friends most of whom knew my true sex seemed to love coddling me. There always seemed to more excitement for them in playing and teasing a boy dressed as a girl than doing it to a real girl.

Mama's obsession with staying young had not changed and despite his misgivings, she insisted he continue with the youth treatments. It was obvious as time passed that poor Papa felt very guilty about what his treatment had done to my body. Nevertheless, Mama was very insistent and withheld any affection until he would agree. Poor Papa was completely under her spelt and he loved her so much that despite the misgivings he felt would always agree, providing this was the last time.

Mama and I became closer and closer over the years and although her treatment could be cruel, I know she has always loved me deeply. I was given ballet lessons, taught embroidery and generally treated as a girl until the beginning of my teens. At that time even, Mama realized that a grave problem existed. A male member of the family must inherit the Duchy of Middlesex by right, at the age of sixteen. Otherwise, the inheritance was deemed to have passed to the Crown. My organs were tiny and showed no sign of growing at all, even at the age of thirteen they were scarcely larger than at my birth.

It was obvious that something had to be done and Papa had been doing some research into reversing my problem without discussing it with Mama. One afternoon when Mama was out, Papa took me to his surgery. I remember virtually nothing of what occurred except waking up secured to an operating table and completely helpless. What I didn't know was that poor Papa was dead on the floor beneath me. I was eventually rescued by Mama two hours later, but that could do time the damage had been done and nothing to correct it.

The events were reconstructed some time later. Apparently, Papa had discovered a method which would correct the hormone imbalance that had wreaked such damage on my sex organs. It had required an operation on my Pituitary gland and a controlled flow of hormones into my body while the operation was completed. Papa had completed the operation but before he could disconnect the hormone flow, he suffered a massive coronary attack.

All the time I lay on the operating table the hormone imbalance continued, now instead of my being too small, well you can see what it did to me. Of course, it didn't happen overnight, it was several weeks before any change was noticeable. By that time, Papa had been buried and any notes he may have made had been discarded. At first, Mama was delighted, at last, I was becoming normal. After a year had passed I was still growing and several doctors were called in for their opinion. Once again, I became the subject of research and this still continues to the present day.

Five years ago I reached my present size, whether it was a natural end or it was the result of all the work completed by the Foundation we don't know. However, despite everything no process has been found to make it smaller or reduce the effect it has on my mind.

Hilarie felt so sad there was nothing he could do to stop the tears filling his eyes.

"Oh Cissy, poor Cissy can' they do anything?" he sobbed.

Cissy's hand tightened on his squeezing it tightly.

"Please Hilarie don't cry. I'm all-right really I am. It was all an accident and nothing can be done. I accept it as part of my life. It's my own personal Karma and I've learned to accept it without rancour.

He continued " Mama has changed since that fateful day. I think it was more difficult for her than me. I'm sure her thoughts were similar to Papa's she feels guilty because she suspects her vanity was responsible for what occurred to me. Nothing I can say to Mama will convince her otherwise that this is not so. There is a tight bond between us and that has bought us closer together over the last five years.

 

Chapter Eight       The Temptation Begins

Hilarie felt a great flow of affection for Cissy. He was without a doubt the most relaxed of all the people he had met since he had moved here with his Aunt. Thinking back he realized that it was only the people he had met since that fateful day that he really remembered. All of his other life seemed to have disappeared. He turned towards him and kissed Cissy lightly on the cheek. Beneath his lips, the skin was peach soft, as softly feminine as any girls were. He savoured the moment, moving his head until it rested on Cissy's shoulder, swivelling, he again touched the cheek lightly with his lips. The sweet scent of powder and makeup filled his nose.

This was the strangest feeling lying here with Cissy. His mind seemed so calm whilst a series of contrary emotions fought within his body. Little voices whispered different messages within him. A quiet one remonstrated with him, her voice clear and bell like.

"You can't do this, its Lord Cecil the DUKE of Middlesex whose cheek you are kissing . He's a man remember! You're not a girl, remember you're a man!"

While in another part of his body the blood rushed in trying to cancel any thoughts of caution. Here the sound was sexual and sultry. "Why worry, you like him don't you just relax and accept what comes naturally, and in his present condition this was more seductive.

He slid his hand beneath the silk Ascot and camisole finding one of Cissy's nipples. It tautened immediately raising the gold ring piercing it and the ruby attached and it moved against Hilarie's fingers. He tugged it softly, immediately a groan escaped from Cissy's lips. Alarmed Hilarie dropped the jewel , gently Cissy's hand returned Hilarie's to the former position and he realized that this had been a cry of ecstasy not pain.

Spurning further caution as curiosity got the better of him, Hilarie let his hand slide down Cissy's stomach. The flesh was silky to touch but beneath he could feel the ripple of taut muscles. For all his effeminate appearance, Hilarie knew Cissy was a Karate expert and was very fit. His fingers slid under the trouser waist and found buried within the silk and lace the thick base of the Cissy's enormous member. The flesh was pleasantly warm and in contrast to the tight stomach muscles quivered to his touch. He tried to encompass it with his fingers , but the beast was now alert to an intruder and the flesh began to rally and surge erect.

Immediately it did so, Hilarie became aware of a quiver running through the turgid organ. It was like ripples spreading through a pond after a pebble had been thrown in. Almost as quickly as it had risen, it began to subside, with Cissy giving a groan of frustration. For a moment he wondered what was happening then realized, this was the COCTROLLER in action. No sooner would Cissy become aroused than the control device would cancel his action out.

Wondering what would happen, he cancelled the COCTROLLER by touching the diamond on the control bracelet. Once again he touched the organ and felt it surge erect, this time it appeared to have a mind of it's own and reared up beneath the cream satin. Hilarie gasped in astonishment, what had seemed enormous yesterday, was even more gigantic today. Lying as close as he was to Cissy magnified it even further. The voluminous trousers Cissy wore were strained to their limit as the satin-tented more than fifteen inches above his body.

Hilarie looked in the mirror above, there was no doubt about Cissy's sex. There was nothing else but a rampart male sex organ than could that disturbance in those trousers. The sight and the effect it had on Hilarie was causing a change in the image, as his own member began to swell and become aroused. At once frightened by what he saw and felt Hilarie reactivated the control bracelet and felt once again a familiar quiver as the member began to subside. He heard the groan of frustration alongside him. Reaching out he took Cissy's hand, squeezing it hard.

"I'm sorry dearest Cissy, I've hurt you. please forgive but I felt so frightened."

Cissy touched his lips with his fingers, it was like being brushed by a butterfly so gentle was his touch.

"It doesn't hurt my sweet, not at all. There's just a great welling up of frustration, a feeling of blackness that envelops my mind. When that goes on too long, I loose control completely. "

Hilarie wrapped his arms tightly about Cissy. "Hold me please dear Cissy I just don't understand what is happening to me any longer. I feel such strange emotions , I no longer seem to no what I want or understand who I am . Please tell me more about your life and the people you've met.."

Hilarie now lay in Cissy's arms his blonde hair nestling on his shoulder. He moved his leg down Cissy's luxuriating in the sensuous feeling as satin slid over satin, they now lay bodies intertwined. The arms about him and the warmth of another against his gave a feeling of comfort and security. He took another sip from the glass of Champagne, his lips tingled as the bubbles evanesced. The tray of sweetmeats lost another piece of lobster, the flesh was succulent and moist.

"I spent some time at Doctor Buel's clinic in Switzerland and it was there I met Jamie Dupree. Only two days I received another letter from him, quite upset that I was going to be able spend some time with his favourite "girl", " said Cissy.

Hilarie flushed slightly, "Poor Jamie I feel guilty that I have deceived him in this way but Aunt Miranda would not let me tell him the truth. There must be a reason ,but I'm sure I don't understand it. He seems so sweet and loving." He went to explain how he discovered Madame Simpson-Dupree's true sex ,when he accidentally stumbled upon her sodomising Jamie. He'd been shocked by how cruel and brutal the treatment had been. However, when he had told Aunt Miranda what he had seen she had not reacted at all.

Cissy eyebrows raised in surprise, quite disconcerted by Hilarie's concern, "I don't think Jamie would has been completely honest with you Hilarie. Madame Edwina and Jamie have been lovers ever since they've lived together." He continued, "I really like Jamie, he's a charming companion and really good fun to be with. However he lives in his own little fantasy world and you can't accept everything he says as the truth."

Rather shaken by Cissy's remarks Hilarie told him what Miss Yvette had told him of Jamie and the death of his sister, and how this had contradicted Jamie's original explanation..

"What she said was completely true," he said. "He was a horrible boy, and hat he did was quite evil. It was thought he would have to be kept until in a mental home, until Lady Miranda used her psychological skills and Doctor Buel's surgery to cure him. the actions were that terrible, even today his Father cannot bear to see him."

Hilarie's hand flew to his mouth, trying to cover the embarrassment he felt. "Oh Cissy what a fool I've been, believing everything he told me. Oh why did he lie to me?"

"You've not been foolish, perhaps just a little naive. Jamie wasn't really lying to you, what he told you is how he sees lives with what he did, its his way of coping."

It was obvious that Cissy was in a reflective mood and Hilarie found it absorbing to be able to discuss the more philosophical aspects of their lives. Apart from his time with Alice, there had been little opportunity. Every incident in there lives he said had positives and negatives. After his Father's death, he had welcomed the closeness that brought he and his Mother together. Never had he felt such warmth and love. It was like being bathed in the most heavenly ambrosia. Cissy had been quite happy to give his Mother complete power over all aspects of his life, but now he was beginning to realise the negative side to it.

Lady Julia was becoming more obsessive and demanding. Insisting she control everything in his life. It was only a year ago when he'd been operated on for his Achilles tendons. His Mother seemed determined he be chained to her side and borrowing a lesson from history she'd used one technique -chinese foot binding- to strengthen her hold. Cissy was now comfortable in the highest of heels but could barely stand erect without them. He removed his shoes to demonstrate the problem and almost fell as he tried to stand erect.

Despite Cissy's earlier remark when Cissy and compared the development of Hilarie's breasts with the operation on Cissy's tendons Hilarie felt a surge of rage. Tears of anger welled in his eyes.

"It's wrong , so wrong that all this should have been done too you."

Hilarie had expected his friend to share his anger but on this, he was mistaken. "Yes Hilarie , I suppose this should not have happened, but the reasoning behind it a love for us. At the start, Mama did this out of love. She tried to offset the testosterone flooding into my body by feminising me, took over my estate and made me her ward. Taking away all the need to compete in a male world. Like the foot bound women in China, I've become completely dependent upon her. I accept all the restraints and obey her every command." Then his eyes gleamed unnaturally bright and took on a look of unutterable sadness as he continued his voice quavering slightly. " But I this because I want too, and now feel that I couldn't live any other way."

 

Chapter Nine       The World of the DOMs.

Hilarie sat up , pulling his knees up to his breasts, and rested his head on his knees. He was aware of the caress of the cool satin as it slid over his arms and legs. Everything was so sensual, the scent of makeup the softness of his skin. His every movement felt erotic as the satin flowed across it, as cool and smooth as crystal clear water. His body now expected all the hedonistic sensations he had come to accept. Silks , satins, perfumes, Miss Yvette's fingers clad in the taffeta glove, the images raced before his eyes.

With awful clarity, Cissy had highlighted his own feelings. He had become as compliant as someone he had pity for only yesterday, he was little different to Cissy. His face must shown the consternation he felt, Cissy took his hand.

"Don't be concerned, let me explain what has happened. Lady Miranda is a brilliant psychiatrist, in time to come she'll rank with Sigmund Freud with her insight into the human mind. She developed the PETs. The system was nicknamed the "Pantied Enfanted Training system" and this to a large extent this described how the participants felt it worked as they went through the strange ritual as a form of "rebirthing.

From what Mama has told me you went through a very abbreviated form of the training. Your training, like mine was very mild. Nothing like the normal participants such as Jamie, or those PETS at yesterdays reception. Each of those would have spent at least two, sometimes three years undergoing their PET development.

Although the above nickname abounds, the true name of the system Lady Miranda originated through the Fauntleroy Foundation, really means "Paphian Emotived Transcendents. It is far more complex than what it appears on the surface. I've tried to understand how it all works but after all my study I'm sure that Lady Miranda is the only person that really comprehends the depth of it all and how committed the participant becomes to the role created for him.

Phaphian means the worship of Aphrodite and it means we are trained emotionally and physically to worship our mistress. In my case this means Mama and in yours Lady Miranda. Lady Miranda has become more and more convinced that unless many of the male characteristics are changed we are doomed. The Daughters of Madrigal are a society with a secret agenda of trying to bring about this change.

"But Miss Blakemore is a member of DOMs and I can't imagine her as an anarchist." Said Hilarie.

Cissy giggled, "No either can I. Miss Blakemore sees the Daughters of Madrigal as a social support group specifically set up to help keep poor Leslie under control ..I think Miss Blakemore is rather out of her depth, but like ninety five percent of the members, they have no idea of the secret agenda behind the DOMs. If they realised what was carried out, many of them with feminist leanings would thoroughly approve, and I suppose some suspect that there is more to the Society than what appears on the surface.

The society is very strict on security and you can only join by invitation Within the security of the DOMs there is a secret cabal, all of them very close to Lady Miranda I know there's Mama, Elizabeth Chesterfield, Madame Simpson-Dupree and another half dozen. They work closely together and have their own agenda about changing the world. Through political control of most governments"

Hilarie was at once intrigued and fascinated at the ramifications he was involved in. He had shifted position and was lying with his head on Cissy's stomach, feeling quite relaxed, but very aware that every movement he made produced the more delicious and erotic feelings to his satin cocooned body.

"The system seems so cruel and heartless surely there must be another way?" he said to Cissy.

"It may seem so, but it is necessary because it has proved so extremely difficult to change personality traits. The method used by the Foundation is the only one that has worked and produced lasting results. The research has been continuing for almost a century and was started even before the Fauntleroy Foundation came into existence The late Earl of Dorincourt was very interested had carried out some early trials of the treatment. Then Lady Miranda became interested and established the Foundation to continue his work.

"It may appear unnecessarily harsh but it takes a great deal to reprogram or brainwash a person and basically that what the PET system does. "Hilarie shuddered at the term was that what had happened to him. " Oh Cissy are you telling me that is what has happened to me I've been brainwashed. That seems awful?"

A soft hand began stroking his hair, caressing him. With that some of the horror left

"It sounds far worse than when it is said that way, but yes. Mama explained that each individual reacts to his greatest fears and a program is tailored for each novitiate. First comes the debasement stage when the novice is bought before their new mistress and punished quite severely. The novice reacts in different ways, some are frightened and their spirit is quickly broken. Others fight every inch of the way but no matter how long it takes they eventually succumb. Following this, they are locked in a dark room for several weeks, then they undergo a period where they are thoroughly humiliated in front of their mistress. Broken , they cry and beg forgiveness.

At this point, the program begins in earnest and the personality and character of the novice is completely reformed. Depending on what is to be their final status, they are programmed into the stream for Effems, Hefems, Fems or the Shems. There are a number of variations but these are the categories." Cissy looked at the puzzled frown on Hilarie's face. "Hasn't anyone explained all this to you?'

Hilarie shook his head, "No this is completely new to me."

"I thought Jamie or Alice must have told you."

"Well Jamie and Alice told me what happened to them but I had no idea of the extent of the Foundation

" I thought Lady Miranda or Yvette would have then."

"Oh Cissy I didn't want to hear, I was sure it would all go away, but now I know it won't and I must accept it." He stretched his legs and arms once again luxuriating in the caress of silk and satin over his body. Looking in the overhead mirror, he could see his head was almost touching the base of Cissy's organ, which was no longer flaccid. He squeezed Cissy's hand, saying.

"I'm sorry I interrupted you, please continue. What's an Effem?"

"It's an Effeminate male. I'm an Effem Hilarie so is Jamie, we are obviously male but have a lot of female within us. Our preference is for male clothing no matter how sissy the styling, and we don't like wearing women's clothes. Except for fantasy roles, an example is Jamie who loves dolls dresses. Most of the PETs that were at the reception are also Effems In "normal" life they wear conservative male costume with exotic female underwear beneath. Once at home they dress in the "sissy" style and are made to suffer constant humiliation.

The number of Hefems is a lot lower, girls programmed to be boys. Normally they're quite aggressive and despite a delicacy in appearance are accepted as males .The Fems are female males, they look like girls and are accepted by society "normal" woman. They usually still have their genetic organs but they've been reduced in size and are no longer operative. Leslie Blakemore is a Fem"

"What about Alice?" said Hilarie.

Alice is almost in a class of her own," said Cissy. "It is absolutely terrible what that evil man did to her, but I suppose she is another Fem. Now you dearest Hilarie are a Shem, a She Male. The Shems are the top of the evolutionary scale from the Foundation. The Foundation rarely allows a fully functioning male to leave the surgery, it is considered more politically correct to turn all males into Efems or Fems. A lot of this is governed by aesthetics, the Foundation does not want to be associated with Female Impersonators or Drag Queens and those turned into Shems must be able pass total muster as a woman. You my darling, Hilarie certainly do."

"Surely we can change back though Cissy. It can't have that much effect upon us?" Said Hilarie letting one hand rest on Cissy's thigh.

There was a distinct tremor in Cissy's voice as he continued "I don't think that is possible Hilarie, throughout the training period an intense physical and spiritual love for each mistress is formed. The novice begins with the most extreme hatred for all the cruel and sadistic experiences inflicted upon him. Because you are in a completely new environment, your mind looses contact with your past and all that you've previously known. It's similar to being formed within a vacuum. All about you is perfume, silk, soft edges, there is no masculine reality to hold to. Even your male world of is lost, there's nothing to grasp, and you become reborn into a world of eroticism and sensuality. No matter how hard you fight against it, eventually your sensory apparatus is overwhelmed. In fact the greater the struggle, the more you fight against becoming feminine , the greater the final impact.

All the emotional drive in the form of hatred becomes converted into a sense of total love. There is nothing that can stop the process and when finished we are totally bonded to our mistress. The bonding is so deep it can be compared to that experienced by Siamese twins. It will never leave, no matter what is experienced after the process you can't be parted. It can be very unfair, because although a novice will always love their mistress their is nothing to say they must receive affection in return There have been a few rejected by their mistresses who died absolutely heartbroken. They just couldn't go on living. You and I are very lucky, Mama loves me and it is so obvious that Lady Miranda loves you."

At those words an enormous feeling of relief flowed through Hilarie, he felt a great weight lift from his shoulders. He turned facing Cissy, his eyes beseeching. "You're sure, about that Cissy?"

A soft hand squeezed his, Cissy's eyes were moist with emotion, "Oh yes Hilarie I'm sure. I'd liked to be as loved as much."

A tremor went through his body, he couldn't stop it. The thrill of pleasure that his love was being returned was almost more than he could take. He raised his head and Cissy long and lingering on the lips. "Oh thank you Cissy, you don't know how happy you've made me."

 

Chapter Ten       The Temptation is overwhelming

Hilarie slid one hand down the minikin's leg. It touched the swollen flesh and he felt it surge again with life. He felt fingers stroking his breasts, his nipples already sensitive, were now swollen and taut. He felt a sudden urge to move and stretch his body.

"Cissy, can we have music and dance?'

The minikin rose with lissom ease, and reaching down assisted Hilarie to his feet. He switched the record on, and Scott Jolplin's syncopated jazz exploded from the speakers. It was such fun and Cissy was so graceful as he showed Hilarie the latest dance from London. They were as relaxed together as two teenage girls. Their bodies were soon swinging in perfect unison to the beat of the music.

Hilarie was very aware of his flowing costume as the dance movements sent the satin and silk georgette swirling and twisting about him. The flowing slippery satin slithering against the silk stockings and sending erotic sensations up and down his legs. His breasts were no longer confined by a tight corset and delighted in their freedom, jiggling sensually within the low cut bra. As they twisted and swung to the music, he felt so happy, it was a long time since he'd felt so free and unconfined .

Cissy was enjoying himself as much as Hilarie. The striped satin of his blazer alternately flaring widely then clinging to his body as he turned and twisted to the beat. First, the Blackbottom, with it's wonderful rhythm then a selection of Ragtime. They laughed and giggled, decorum thrown to the wind, completely relaxed in one another's company. Suddenly Joplin's music finished and the music switched to Anne Murray's "Can't get over you". Hilarie slid into Cissy's arms, their bodies as one, dancing cheek to cheek.

Cissy's arms felt strong about him, their hips moved as one. He knew the wine must have effected him, as he felt so relaxed and comfortable, without a care in the world. Their lips met clinging, tongues touching. Hilarie was aware of the enormous member beginning to thrust into his groin of the effect al this was having on his own libido. They clung together on the floor, looking into one another's eyes. Cissy seemed to be frightened to make a move, as if afraid it was all a beautiful dream and the slightest move would make him vanish into the ether.

"Wow, that was terrific but I'm exhausted, may we sit out the next dance?" said Hilarie. Holding his hand he squeezed it affectionately and led him to the cushioned area. "Oh that was such fun Cissy, I really enjoyed myself. You are a wonderful dancer though how you manage on those heels I'll never understand."

He lay back on the plump silk cushion, and took another sip of the cool champagne savouring the bubbles as they tickled the back of his tongue. He wriggled back and forth to ease his body back into the cushions. The movement sent his breasts swaying provocatively and he could see Cissy's eyes were hungry with desire. No longer afraid of the consequences he reached upward with one hand to draw the minikin down beside him.

Cissy knelt, his body appeared boneless a he settled gracefully onto the cushions. He bent sideways and raised the jewelled slave bangle about Hilarie's ankle. Still looking into Hilarie's eyes he lowered his head and kissed his ankle. Lighter than the touch of a butterfly alighting, the kiss through his silk stockings sent a delicious shiver all the way through his body.

Hilarie closed his eyes he felt Cissy's fingers creep higher up his leg, soft and inviting. He reached down with his hand, touching the minikin.

"Thank you darling Cissy, this has been so wonderful, I feel completely relaxed. "

Still the fingers continued their progress upwards, their touch transmitted through the slippery satin and silk of his stockings was unbearably sensual. Hilarie knew his member was tight and taut. He looked upwards into the mirror, the satin skirt looked so feminine and there right in the centre it was tented upwards. Even covered by the satin it was quite clear why the costume was disarranged this way. A few months ago, he would have felt disgust at the sight, but today he revelled in his sensuality. Fascinated he watched the tableau in the overhead mirror, it was as though he was watching another body, not his own. The crimson tipped fingers continued their progress, slowly inching their way upwards. He opened his legs in invitation, and just before his groin they slid between them and cupped his testes.

They stroked him gently through the satin Hilarie gave a sigh, never had he felt such pleasure. He reached down with his own hand, unfastened the pearl buttons on the side of the satin trousers, released the massive penis and let it rear through the crotchless french silk knickers. Now unashamed of his action Hilarie stroked the beast, and tried circling it with his fingers. It proved impossible to get even half way about it. The flesh was velvety, warm alive with ropy veins Moving his fingers toward the tip, he found the COCTROLLER nestling beneath the massive hood. Whilst he was touching it, he could feel it start to vibrate gently, still exercising control over Cissy's libido.

Hilarie moved onto the head touching the slit, as his fingers roamed it opened and closed mindlessly, shivering its frog like mouth. A gold ring emerged from the slit, exactly in the centre, the other side pierced the glan. It was very slender though large in diameter. As he touched it, Cissy groaned as if in pain, Hilarie dropped it as though red-hot.

"No keep going it feels wonderful," said Cissy.

Remembering Alice liked the same treatment he continued to rotate the ring, feeling at once the continued vibration of the COCTROLLER. Wanting to see whether the piercing had the same effect on Cissy's breasts, he took the ruby encrusted ring piercing Cissy's left nipple in his mouth. The effect was immediate as groans of pleasure began escaping from the minikin. Now their lovemaking became more frenetic. Cissy lifted Hilarie's skirt, then continued through the crotchless silk knickers.

Hilarie watched in fascination as his swollen member was at last exposed. The carmined mouth of Cissy moved closer and closer to the swollen being. A delicate tongue slipped forward and touched the slit, it shivered open twitching involuntary. The ruby red lips slithered over the head. Slowly delicately sliding down until it was completely engulfed. The sensations were almost too much to bear.

The lips moved up and down, Hilarie clutched at Cissy's red blonde top not holding it still, not wanting any further movement.

"You must stop Cissy, any more and I'll explode."

The two kohled eyes smiled knowingly, slyly. The lipsticked mouth reluctantly withdrew from him as caressingly painful as its engulfment. Cissy turned onto stomach raising womanish derriere invitingly, spreading the curtains of the satin trousers wide, and exposing the puckered pink rosette between the creamy white buttocks.

"Take me please Hilarie, please take me."

Hilarie rose on his knees the ache in his groin was almost unbearable. He looked at the inviting flesh, but wanted to hold his friend in his arms.

"Please turn round Cissy, I want to hold and kiss you."

The minikin sinuously squirmed onto his back, pulling a cushion beneath his buttocks. The swollen organ reared obscenely between the slender plump thighs. Hilarie ignored the obvious maleness. Today at least he no longer felt disturbed about making love to another male, he was wild with desire. He felt himself slide down between the breast like buttocks the tip of his member found the rectum.

He pressed against it, it was tight, slippery and suddenly relaxed. Suddenly he was inside, the rosebud grasped and regrasped his member. the pleasure was almost unbearable. Hs whole being was encased with the warm grasping flesh, no world seemed to exist outside this. Cissy was now in control he pulled Hilarie deeper and deeper into him. Outside the bottomless universe of desire, he was aware of the other side of Cissy. The member seemed to grow longer now it had risen to almost touch the base of his breasts. Beneath him the minikin bent backwards forcing Hilarie deeper and deeper into him.

Bending his neck Hilarie took the member and kissed the tip, teasing it and taking the ring between his lips began to rotate it. The effect on the minikin was immediate. The anal ring began to squeeze him and pull deeper. Hilarie lost control he so great was the pleasure no longer cared whether he lived or died. The journey to nirvana seemed without time, he was within another creation. How long it lasted Hilarie had no idea.

Somewhere he heard a long drawn out scream of pleasure an" OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH " that echoed endlessly about the room. He realised later that it was his own. A thought raced through his mind and he pushed the control for the COCTROLLER far to the right pressing it hard against the green emerald stop. Immediately he could feel a tremor pass through Cissy's body.

Then came a great cry and Cissy began to climax. A great surge of seminal fluid began jetting out, with each surge he could feel it hit him below the breasts. The flow seemed never ending it seemed to continue on forever. With each surge the minikin began to buck and twist, his muscular anal ring squeezing and opening on Hilarie's exquisitely tortured member.

At last the pleasure became too much to bear for Hilarie and within him began a great welling, filling every cell in his body. At last, it burst forth, lava hot flowing on forever into Cissy bowels. Hilarie collapsed into Cissy arms, his body boneless, as relaxed as he'd ever been. It was a long ten minutes before he had the energy to move. Remembering that he had forgotten to reset the pleasure zone on the COCTROLLER.

He scrambled to find it worried that his oversight could damage Cissy.

The minikin caught his hand," don't worry Hilarie darling I'm all-right , the bracelet always resets after the pleasure zone. Its back to normal now."

Hilarie tightened his arms about him. Relieved he began to giggle, "thank goodness" he said" if you felt the thrill I did you would have died from pleasure."

"I must have darling, it was so wonderful."

Even though he was totally exhausted Hilarie remained, carefully holding them together Cissy manoeuvred Hilarie and himself onto the cushions without

uncoupling. They lay together bathed in a post coital afterglow holding one another

and enjoying the closeness they felt for one another. At last, nature took her course

and Hilarie felt himself slide free. He looked down at his costume. The gorgeous

satin dress was soaked in Cissy's fluid .

His voice was in mock anger as he said. "You horrible boy look what you've done to my clothing, now what are you going to do."

Cissy knelt and taking Hilarie's foot kissed it lightly. "O mistress a thousand pardons. Allow me your humble servant to wash and dress you."

Hilarie knew he was not in love with Cissy but he had never felt so happy. Impulsively he kissed the minikin, hugging him to his body. "Oh Cissy how dull my life is going to be when you leave."

 

Chapter Eleven       The Future.

Hour's later Cissy took up his role as Hilarie's lady's maid and bathed and clothed him for dinner. It was enjoyable for both, though Hilarie looked forward to the return of Miss Yvette. Having a maid as involved as Cissy had its downside as mixing business with pleasure often proves. There was just too much intimacy involved in dressing, and he insisted in bringing eroticism into the most mundane of tasks. He'd never mention it to Cissy in fear of hurting his feelings, but Miss Yvette would be very welcome when she returned, Cissy was just too attentive.

He was wearing another of Cissy's creations. A delightful Palazzo suit in pale pink satin, the wide legs and soft bodice were so comfortable to wear, yet the bias cut draped to every curve of his body. Cissy had chosen a Little Lord Fauntleroy suit of lilac velvet with a cream satin and lace blouse. It should have looked too effeminate on him, but he wore it with such aplomb, that he looked very chic and handsome.

They were holding hands and listening to Puccini's music from Madame Butterfly as Hilarie's thoughts turned to Alice. He could discuss this as Cissy knew that this afternoon's episode was just a fling, they were friends, intimate friends, but Hilarie's heart really belonged to Alice.

"What am I going to do Cissy, she must be freed, otherwise I know she will die.

"Mama feels the same way, Hilarie I'm sure that’s why they've gone to Washington. I know if anyone can find a way it will be Lady Miranda. She loves Elizabeth and I know she will save them. I know she will."

He lay in the minikin's arms praying that Cissy was right. For the moment he had to wait and hope that Aunt Miranda would return with a plan, whatever it involved he was determined to be included in any rescue plan.

 

The end of book seven.

 

In the final book Hilarie and Lady Miranda set out to rescue Alice and Elizabeth Chesterton with the help of the FBI and the CIA. Hilarie also discovers the secret behind Lady Miranda and the D.O.Ms.

 

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