Rikki Blackwell
Martin's public unveiling has come.... Lady Vargos has officially arrived
*This is a fictional story and contains scenes of explicit sexual (XXX) and s/m activities. It is a forced feminization fantasy story of a reluctant man, who is forced to cooperate in being the bride of another male. If you are not interested in these type stories, please read no further.
The limo pulled up to the back of the reception hall. Martin stepped out of the car masked and veiled, his hands handcuffed behind his back, he was then escorted inside by two young ladies that had been awaiting his arrival. Martin walked deliberately, but slowly. The waist wasp and hobbles along with the pink platform heels made walking a difficult chore for him right now, not to mention the reaming his tender ass hole had just received from his husband before leaving the manor. The girls walked slowly with Martin to accommodate his hampered strides, unlike the men who pulled him along with him running to keep up. Martin was led into a side room where he was allowed to sit down in a very comfortable chair. The girls finished their business by asking, "Sir, is there anything else you need at this time?"
Several thoughts ran through Martin's head. "How about letting me out of here," was there first thing that came to mind, but he knew the game now. This was just another part of breaking him down as far as he was concerned.
"Yes, I would like a blowjob before the ceremony from her," he said nodding at the other girl, "and if you wouldn't mind rubbing my feet while she's doing it. These high heels I'm wearing are killing my toes." The girls looked at each other shocked by his statement. Without another word they turned and left the room quickly. Martin watched as the girls left. They were so shocked by what he said, but obviously felt nothing for what was happening in front of them. He was now alone and he could hear the room full of people talking nearby as they waited to see this unusual, feminized man that had captured the Baron's heart. Someone entered the room from the outside entry.
"How are you today young man?" a male voice came from behind him. Martin turned to see who it was. It was a photographer. He was ready to do a few shots with Martin before the ceremony got started.
"Fine. What do you want?" Martin asked in his male voice looking suspiciously at the older man and his camera.
"I'm the photographer for today's special event." The older man smiled at Martin. "I thought it would be nice if we took a few pictures of you in the courtyard, if you don't mind. You know, I think a shot of you in that beautiful dress, before the veil has been removed, sitting on a bench under that tree would make a great opening picture for the photo album," the old man said politely nodding toward a large shade tree in the courtyard. "I've never photographed a male bride such as yourself before. I find the whole concept of male brides very intriguing, and exciting."
"Oh yeah, why don't you try it some time," Martin said turning away from him now. "And what if I do mind?" Martin snapped back, shifting in his seat slightly still feeling the discomfort of being with his husband earlier, and the thick sanitary napkin that was stuck between his butt cheeks reminded him of it even more.
"Well Mrs. Vargos, I guess in that case, you will just have to do it anyway, won't you," Lisa said as she hurried into the room. "Are we having issues with the planning of this event already ma'am?" Lisa asked looking at Martin now. " Are we a little camera shy? Hmmm."
"No," Martin said looking away from her.
"Perhaps you would like to let this nice gentleman take some nude photos of you first. Right here in this room. Maybe that will help you to get over your shyness," she said looking Martin in the eye now. "I tell you what, let's do it right now." She continued her serious look at him, as if she were offering him a legitimate option. "Stand up please!" she insisted helping him up and Martin did as she requested unsure what she was up to. "Turn around so I can get you unzipped," she said. "I'll help you out of this dress." Lisa turned the reluctant Martin around as he looked back at her wondering what she was doing.
"Damn it Lisa, stop," Martin snorted under his breath as he felt his dress being unzipped down to the top of his butt by Lisa.
"What do you say if we strip him down totally naked, to where he is only wearing these sexy high heels and a smile. Would that be a good start?" she asked the photographer.
"Whatever you think miss. Nudes in high heels are always exciting subjects to shoot," he responded enthusiastically.
"Would you like that Mrs. Vargos?" she asked looking for an answer to the ridiculous question.
"No Lisa. Don't do this to me." Martin said in a way that indicated he couldn't stop her if she really wanted to have him do this. "Stop this nonsense. I'm tired and I probably shouldn't have said anything," he said looking at the photographer.
"Oh but Mrs. Vargos, I still think a few pictures of you lying here naked on your back with your legs spread wide, with a big smile on your face while your privates are being photographed would be so much fun, don't you? I know I'd like to see it, " Lisa asked pulling the dress off Martin's shoulder only to have him flinch and turn to try and stop her.
Martin was so humiliated by the comment. He only replied, "NO!" in a low firm male voice, only to hang his head and say "I don't want to do any pictures Lisa," in a softer more resigned tone now.
"Alright Mrs. Vargos, that's fine. Maybe later, hmmmm?" she said pulling the dress up over his shoulders and zipping his dress back up. "We are on a tight schedule after all and really don't want to make too many changes now do we," Lisa said giving Martin's cheek a tweak as she turned and looked to the photographer. "There will be plenty of time for you to do some nude posing for your husband later this evening if you wish." She finished adjusting Martin's dress, "There you go. All zipped up and ready to go. Now, why don't you just step outside now with this nice gentleman for some lovely pictures of you, so we can get things started. The event is so close to starting," she said taking Martin by the arm and assisting him to the door.
At the door Lisa pinned a large white flower in Martin's hair. "This is a symbol of a virgin wedding," she said as she pinned it in his hair. "You will be unveiled wearing it as a symbol of innocence and then have it formally removed publicly in the ceremony as am acknowledgement that your husband was the one who took your virginity, but a few pictures with it in your hair before will make for wonderful memories," she smiled escorting him out. "There you go. Now we are ready," she said as she looked at the flower. Martin walked out the door with Lisa and the photographer, with his hands still cuffed behind his back. "I'm not a damn virgin," Martin said in frustration under his breath as he now carefully walked to the courtyard.
"Oh, I'm sure you're not," she said smiling.
"Take the flower out of my hair then,"
"No, The flower stays Mrs. Vargos. Everyone will get to see the pretty flower of innocence in your hair. Now I don't want to hear anymore right now. We have a lot to do."
There was a beautiful setting in the courtyard for pictures. With a rather ornate bench with a flowered arbor behind it, a large oak tree, and a high block wall that was covered with flowering vines. Martin stood silently while Lisa unlocked the cuffs. Martin was turned around and his wrist cuffed in front of him. Martin stood quietly as he was posed by the photographer. The man stepped back and took many shots of Martin standing so elegantly in his veil and mask with his hands cuffed in front of him. Lisa smiled and even giggled a bit as Martin's pictures were taken. She then assisted him in sitting on the bench. Martin could see the guest were looking out the window at him now in curiosity, as he was posed by the photographer again. Martin felt the man was becoming a bit aroused while doing his job, judging by the slight bulge in his pants. Martin had to sit up straight as the waist wasp dictated he had to anyway, and then his shoulders were turned slightly to one side so his padded bustline would have more prominence in the picture. His legs were swung back gently under the bench and his hands folded neatly in his lap with the handcuffs very prevalent in the picture. His head was turned to face the camera now. Martin's eyes closed as he mentally envisioned the image he was now being forced to portray, and the shame of what that thought brought to him.
"Oh yes, That looks very lovely sir. Hold it right there," the photographer said as he backed up and prepared to snap the first shot of Martin sitting on the bench. "Big smile now," he said before taking the picture. "Very nice," he said as he moved and snapped another shot.
Martin was wearing a mask and veil and knew a smile couldn't be seen. He just stared through the mask, and held the pose while this man took pictures of him, wishing he would hurry up. Lisa was summoned back to the house for a moment.
"I'll be right back. I'm sure there will be no more problems here," she said nodding to the photographer.
"We'll be just fine." The photographer said as he snapped another picture from another angle.
Martin sat quietly as he was posed again by the man. Martin gave a little resistance but was not completely cooperative, but held the pose that he had been set in.
"There that's nice. You are a very lovely looking young man," the photographer said complimenting Martin as he walked about taking different shots. "Follow me around with your head as I move," he said moving about slowly snapping pictures of Martin from different angles. "I would just love to do some glamor shots of you dressed as a woman," he said as he worked. "Do you dress in women's clothes often, or is this just a special event with a unique twist to it?" the man asked Martin as he photographed him.
"I'm being forced to wear women's clothes against my will, you asshole. I've been forced to dress like this for four days now. What kind of man would want to do this? And are my personal matters really important to you right now?" Martin asked almost dismissive of the gentleman.
"You're doing wonderful," the man said not missing a beat. "Just a couple more."
"What? Almost done? I was sure you would want some pictures of me holding up my dress and masturbating by the tree in front of those flowers," Martin said with as much sarcasm as he could muster now.
"Oh no, not today sir," the man smiled and chuckled, "I will leave you my card though."
"Yeah thanks. Really makes my day to hear your interested in such perverted matters. Didn't you even hear what I said you creep? I'm being FORCED to do all this." Martin's eyes rolled in frustration with this man, "You're probably some kind of faggot yourself aren't you?" Martin said turning his head away from the man.
"Are you guessing, or are you inquiring sir?" the man said smiling. Martin tried to ignore the man's obvious and suggestive response.
"Just shut up. Am I done here?" Martin said looking away from the man again changing the subject.
"Oh sure. I think that should do for now. I will see you inside at the banquet of course," he said with a smile as he got himself ready to leave. "It's has been a real pleasure being able to photograph you like this. You're very beautiful you know," he smiled and winked at Martin.
"Why don't you go jerk off somewhere and leave me alone," Martin scowled at him now. "I don't find you amusing at all."
"Oh my, my! A feisty young man wearing a dress. I think I like that," he said as he turned and walked back to the hall.
"Everybody here is some kind of perverted bastard," Martin said under his breath watching the man leave.
Leanne was now coming across the courtyard. Martin stood as she arrived. He looked at her as Leanne gave him a stern look now.
"It's time to meet your public," she said with a finality that made Martin feel sick inside. "Where's Lisa?" she asked.
"I don't know," Martin said not looking at her. He was led back to the hall each step putting him closer to this ultimate public humiliation he was about to face. He found it difficult to walk. "Why won't anybody help me?" his mind kept saying over and over, feeling sorry for himself again and overwhelmed by his helplessness. Everyone could see that he was wearing handcuffs and being escorted forcibly around but nobody seemed to think it odd or out of place. Martin was led back to a private room with Leanne. A man was waiting in the room to assist her. Leanne unfastened the hobbles between Martin's legs just above his knees.
"I need you to spread your legs and bend over Mrs. Vargos." Leanne said picking up a rather large butt plug. "I could have done this at the manor and made you wear this all the way over here, but I thought that would be a little excessive, and very uncomfortable since it is a rather large butt plug. You do have to wear it for the ceremony though just to be sure you remember how to act." Leanne smiled as she described the device, "This plug will shock you on the outside edges of your anal opening, when I push the remote. You will wear it for the banquet Mrs. Vargos, and I will remove it afterwards. As soon as you've greeted everyone, you may excuse yourself to the bathroom where I'll remove it for you. Hopefully we won't have to use it," Leanne said turning and holding the large plug up for his inspection. "Now if you don't mind, please raise your skirt and pull down your panties so we can proceed." Martin shook his head at Leanne, and then looked to the man in the room.
"I don't want that thing in my ass," Martin's voice sounded stressed. It was larger than anything that had penetrated his bottom before and he knew how bad that would hurt.
"Mrs. Vargos please cooperate. This man will hold you down if need be, but we will get this inserted one way or the other. It's up to you" she said holding it up again. "I will make sure it is well lubricated it so it won't hurt as bad going in." Leanne began putting on rubber gloves and picked up the lube. "Now, pull you panties down, spread you legs, and grab your ankles for me." Martin backed up refusing to comply at first till the man started toward him. Martin then slipped his hands under his dress and pulled his panties down and when he did the sanitary napkin he was wearing fell to the floor. The man stopped and smiled.
"Don't worry about that, "Leanne said, "we'll put a fresh one in when we're done. Now please bend over, we don't have a lot of time."
Martin slowly bent and grabbed his ankles, but as his cheeks were spread and he felt the plug touch his anus he raised up suddenly and stepped forward turning to face Leanne.
"I can't do it............" Martin was cut off as the man grabbed him and sat down in a chair pulling Martin over his knee. With Martin's hands cuffed in front of him he could give no resistance. The man pulled his leg over one of Martin's and the he roughly spread and held Martin's cheeks open for Leanne.
"Why are you doing this?" he hissed as he felt the touch of the plug then the pressure as the lubricated plug slowly opened Martin's anal cavity.
"OWWW!!! That hurts Leanne. OWWW!!!" Damn it stop."
"SHHHH, just hold still. You're doing fine."
"AAUUGGHH!!" Martin screamed out as it opened him deeper and deeper.
"It's ok we're almost there." She eased it in more as Martin tried to move but couldn't do anything but lay there while she continued inserting the unwanted devise into his rectum.
"OH GOD. Leanne pleas......OWWW!!!" Martin felt the taper getting much wider.
Leanne then had a moment of sadistic mental torment for Martin. She rubbed his back gently as the device had his butt hole spread wide. She said very soothingly.
"Shhhhhh.......you're doing great Mrs. Vargos. It's half way in now. Just try and relax so I can get the rest of it in."
"HALFWAY!! TAKE IT OUT!! I can't...........OWWWWWW!!!" Martin screamed out again as she pushed the plug. Martin fearing that the largest part was yet to come suddenly felt a relief as butthole finally squeezed the smallest part of the plug as it was now in.
Leanne quickly pulled to strips of tape tightly across his butt cheeks, pulling them tightly together so that he could not expel the plug. Martin was released and forced to stand with his legs apart as a new sanitary pad was applied and his panties pulled up. His leg hobbles were put back on and Leanne freshened up his look. Martin was still grunting when she turned him to look at her.
"Now I expect you to be nothing but class in your appearance while in there. You can say what ever you like to the guest, be a first class bitch for all I care, but there will be no big scenes from you. If there are you will receive a shock like the one I'm about to give you." Leanne picked up the remote control.
"I don't need to test it. I believe you." Martin said through gritted teeth.
"It's not an option ma'am. Please turn around and stand in the corner."
"Leanne, why are you doing this to me. I'm trying to cooperate," he said as he shuffled to the corner in his heels being assisted by the man.
"I'm doing this because Lisa is not here right now. She should be doing this, not me."
Martin stood in the corner in his 6" heels waiting to be shocked, so he would know what it was like, and would not want to experience it again in the banquet hall in front of all those people. It didn't come right away, and Martin became more and more tense as he waited. He turned his head to see what Leanne was up to.
"No, no, face the corner. Try and relax." Leanne said as she turned Martin's head to face the corner.
"Why don't you just get it over with." Martin grunted feeling the pressure of the plug.
"Why Mrs. Vargos. This is your special day. I want to make sure all is perfect for you. " She looked at the man in that was helping her. "It's his first day as a redhead. Just changed his hair color this morning. He's a little nervous at presenting himself right now." She smiled as she pressed the button.
"AAGGHHH!!!" Martin yelled as he twisted in the corner. It wasn't a quick shock, but a little longer than he'd anticipated. Martin's red toes curled in the end of his shoes. "What are you doing to me," he said in an exhausted voice. "This is cruel. I haven't done anything to deserve all this."
Leanne walked up to him and said, "I think we are ready now to join your husband now Mrs. Vargos." She took Martin's arm and he jerked back in anger. "One more Mrs. Vargos?" Leanne asked holding up the remote. Martin glared at her and took a step forward and walked slowly with her to meet his husband.
As they approached the Baron, Leanne said, "There he is. Doesn't he look handsome?"
"I hope you're getting your fill of sick thrills with all this Leanne," Martin growled to Leanne under his breath, without looking at her, as she uncuffed him. "You may force me to do this degrading, perverse ceremony of yours today, but you can never force me to accept this bull shit." Martin then turned to look at her before his hand was offered to the Baron.
"That's fine Marcia. Acceptance is not a requirement, but participating is. You should understand that by now Mrs. Vargos," she said patting the back of his hand and then holding it out to the Baron. It wasn't understanding they wanted from him, Martin thought, they want me to conform.
The Baron held out his elbow for Martin. Martin now glared at him through the mask. This man had just used him for his own sexually perverted pleasures, and now he wanted him to appear with him in public as his wife, just act like nothing had happened? "It did happen you bastard!" Martin's brain ached with the thought of this man's cock pounding hard and deep in his helpless ass hole like a non-stop piston, with no concerns whatsoever to his own feelings. Martin felt like he may now be losing his male persona forever as he slowly lifted his left hand and placed it on top of the Baron's forearm, allowing only his forearm and fingertips to touch the Baron's arm. His palm had to stay off the arm. Then, as his eyes dropped at the reality of it all, and the total humiliation of the moment, he spread his fingers so his elegant red fingernails and the diamond wedding ring would be properly displayed on his husbands arm for all in attendance to see and admire. He stood slightly behind the Baron and reluctantly put his right arm down by his side and lifted his fingertips slightly for a more graceful feminine look when he walked. Leanne put her fingers under Martin's chin and lifted it slightly higher.
"There, that's much better. Show everyone how proud you are to be Mrs. Vargos," she said with a smile. "He's very beautiful Baron." Leanne said looking to the Baron as she backed away.
Martin and the Baron now walked down the corridor together. Martin's heels clicking quickly on the hard tile floor as he was in a perfect two to one step with his husband, which was how it was supposed to be. Martin felt like a stupid, redheaded bimbo walking as he hurried along perched in 6" peep toed platform heels trying to keep pace with her man, his right arm swinging for balance, and his pink dress swaying slightly back and forth, and still aching from the butt plug insertion. As they reached the banquet hall Martin wanted to be anywhere but here.
"Let me go Baron. I don't want to be your wife and you know it. I don't know why you are doing all this, or why you insist on torturing me in this way, I just want to leave here and never return," Martin said where only he and the Baron could hear. Martin's emotions had caused a final plea to his husband trying to persuade him to stop this right now. The Baron patted Martin's hand and without looking at him said,
"You are nervous Marcia. I understand. You look beautiful today. It will be fine."
"You sick BASTARD! I'm not nervous, I'm totally humiliated, and I'm scared of you and what you might do next to me," Martin spat out at him. "What else do you plan to do to me?" The Baron gave a smirk but didn't say another word to Martin.
"Hush now Marcia," the Baron said patting Martin's hand.
All these people were ready to accept him as the Baron's new, fully seeded male bride. Some of them had been at the wedding ceremony and witnessed as Martin had been tied and gagged at the alter, but no one had publicly seen his face since the consummation part of the ceremony had begun. "What did these people expect to see?" he wondered. That he had somehow transformed from a normal straight man into this obedient and loving wife in three days? All it took was three nights of making him dress like a girl and then having this man's huge cock forced painfully in and out of his anus, so that he could shoot his cum deep inside him? A process that was done repeatedly to properly consummate and seed him in the name of their love and their marriage together? Were they expecting he would experience all that and just change the very essence of who and what he was? It was a ridiculous thought, yet here he was, standing next to the man who had forcibly used him as his sexual plaything for three days, and was about to allow himself to be presented to the public exactly in that way.
Even though his manhood had been so thoroughly degraded by the process so far, and what was left of any self esteem seemed to be seeping from his very being, Martin suddenly felt an extreme shame overwhelm him as he stepped into the room with his husband. All eyes were fixed on him. There weren't as many people as he thought there would be, but there was enough. The initial reaction, gasp and shock to many as they saw this young man dressed as he was in extreme feminine finery. They had all heard about his feminization, but seeing it brought in the reality of it all. No one knew what to expect, but nobody expected this totally feminized image of a man. Martin had become overly self conscious now. His knees felt weak. He felt every eye was on him now, analyzing and forming opinions of him in their minds. He felt every detail of his being was exposed to public scrutiny. He just knew they were all laughing inside at this ridiculous sight, of a grown man stuck in an arranged marriage, but all were respecting the Baron as a powerful figure in the area both politically and financially, and they all hid any contrary feelings they might have had.
A woman that Martin had never met before came to them. She had a microphone and got everyone's attention. She motioned to the room to quiet down as Martin stood nervously next to the Baron. She was a social diva, always at all the events to make sure she kept up with the latest gossip and didn't miss out on anything, and this was one event she wasn't going to miss for sure.
"Oh Baron. So good to see you so happy darling," she said over the microphone. "It has been a marvelous three days, and three nights for you I'm sure," she laughed as the room clapped at the crack. "Seriously, true love comes in many different forms. My good friend the Baron here, whom you all know, I've known since he was a child, has found his true love in this fine young man standing here with him today," she held her hand out gesturing to Martin. His name is Marcia for those who have not had a chance to meet him, and as we can see he has been having a quite the time on his three night consummation also," the room laughed as she ran her fingers over the hickeys on Martin's neck counting them.
"Ten? Good lord Baron, didn't you allow this poor young man to get any sleep at all the last few nights?" The room again chuckled. It was a common practice of this age old custom to publicly admire and commend the fertility of the male in these ceremonies. "You're acting like you're still 19. You stud. I'm sure there were no complaints from Marcia," she looked to Martin smiling. She stepped over to Martin now and looked at him with almost a smirk on her face, "I know I'm jealous, she said with a grin. "It is obvious that the Baron has chosen for his male bride Marcia, to dress publicly attired in women's clothes in his new lifestyle. I would like to say that I for one, support you and your husband's choice of lifestyle, and I know everyone here agrees when I say, Marcia, we wish to welcome you into the community, and want you to feel comfortable." The room clapped while Martin was stood there so ashamed now. He thought he might have a nervous breakdown, and just begin crying uncontrollably as he stood there feeling a complete fool. Should he lash out and make a public spectacle of denial? He knew the results would be a very painful punishment and he would end up right back where he was right now. No, he'd wait. It was painfully humiliating just standing there, but he wasn't having to have disgusting sex, and he felt he could get through this part of this ritual, and he didn't want to be shocked again. If this is what they all came to see after all, let them stare for now. He would have his chances later, he kept telling himself. After the clapping subsided, the woman looked at Martin again.
"Marcia has coupled with his new husband and completed the traditional Three Nights of Consummation, which shows his commitment and the depth of his love for his husband and his passionate desire to make him happy. The white flower in your hair Marcia signifies the innocence you brought to this relationship as a virgin, and the removal of it now is an equally symbolic symbol of your deflowering by your husband," she said reaching up and removing the flower from Martin's hair and handing it to him.
"A VIRGIN?" Martin thought in anger. I'm no virgin. I've been married before. Twice! That doesn't included all my other love interest. Forcibly sticking his dick up my ass doesn't deflower me as a virgin, it demeans me as a person. Martin stepped back only to be held by the Baron's arm from going any further
"I wasn't a virgin and I don't love him." Martin hissed quietly through the veil where only the woman and the Baron heard him. He couldn't help it. It just blurted out. She now faced Martin and smiled.
"Marcia. You have been seeded by your new husband and your marriage has been fully, and apparently rather enthusiastically consummated. As a result of this, it is time to remove your mask and veil and let us all see your lovely face, as you step out in your new life as the wife of Baron Vargos." She reached up for the mask and veil and as she removed it she said," Ladies and gentleman, I am please to give you..... Lady Vargos."
"AWWWW!!" the room spontaneously groaned and reacted.
"Oh my. Do you think he is attractive? I mean looking like that?" one woman asked her husband behind her hand.
"That's a man honey. I don't find other men attractive."
"Yeah, but look at this guy. With all that makeup, the done up red hair, and those sexy high heel shoes. He's all dolled up like a woman." she giggled, "He looks a little scary to me, but I could see some guy taking advantage of that willing image he portrays in a private setting," she said turning and looking at her husband and then smiling at her husband's discomfort with the conversation.
"That's enough of that kind of talk dear," he said as they watched.
The room applauded again. Martin could see laughter and disgust on the faces throughout the room. Women talking amongst themselves.
"I guess I can see two men wanting to be married, and I have no problems with that, but why did they get married as two men and then one of them dresses up like a woman. I don't get it," a young woman said to her friend.
"I don't know either, but it's kind of fun to watch. I can't believe the guy was still a virgin," her friend said giggling at the sight.
"I think she meant he was anal virgin," she said and they laughed again.
"Oh my! Never thought about it like that. I guess that's how they would do it." she cringed at the thought, then she said, "Can you imagine how silly he is going to look walking around in public places dressed like that?"
"No, but I plan on being there to see it if I can," she said as they both laughed together.
As Martin surveyed the room he noticed the photographer who was taking pictures to his right and moving about. The room was full of cell phone cameras taking pictures of him and a couple of movie cameras. It was being well documented and Martin's ordeal would be common knowledge in the community soon enough. Martin felt exposed, almost as if he were standing there naked. His face being exposed, and made up as it was, made him feel anger at the Baron for forcing him stand in front of all these people like this.
"You are nothing more than a perverted piece of shit," Martin said looking at the Baron as the room was filled with applause, "I will get you back for what you've done to me. Someway, somehow Baron. Don't think I will just let you get away with this," he glared at the Baron.
"Not now Marcia," he said patting Martin's hand, "You are beautiful. Give us a pretty smile for our guest. This is a joyous occasion," he said nodding to the well wishers not even looking at Martin.
"No. I will not give them a smile. I have an idea, why don't you give them a pretty smile you sorry bastard, and let me go." Martin pulled on the Baron's arm. "You like all this shit so much, you can wear the dress too while you are at it, ass hole." The Baron turned to face Martin. He looked into Martin's eyes, but Martin didn't care. He grabbed Martin's cheeks in his hands gently, then squeezed them very hard causing Martin's red painted lips to pucker, and Martin's eyes squinted at the sudden pain.
"Naaaaaa..." Martin said stammered as he attempted to say no, but it was too late. Then the Baron kissed him deeply and hard in front of all the people who continued to clap their approval. Martin's palms on the Baron's chest pushed back but the embrace was too powerful to create any space. "Ummpphh," Martin groaned as the baron slipped his tongue in Martin's mouth. Martin stood still now, though every muscle in his body was tense, and allowed the baron to finish the kiss. Martin pulled away when the Baron allowed him and turned his head cursing under his breath.
"Come now my sweet. We will greet our guest," he said putting his arm back out and firmly placing Martin's arm back on it. The women all seemed more amused by Martin's appearance more than anything. Not buy the fashion itself, but because it was a man openly wearing it. There were a few pair of 4" heels in the room being worn by some of the more adventurous, outgoing women, but Martin was stuck in a pair of pink 6" spiked heel platforms, that drew way too much attention while he was paraded about the room.
The first to approach them was Phoebe Perkins of course. A social butterfly, full of self importance, and who had all the latest gossip and scandals, even creating a few herself, on everything. She was attired in a purple knee length dress that fit firmly around her obviously girdled girdled body. Her hair was obviously dyed a reddish auburn, and she wore red lipstick, that was more a fashion statement, than a complimentary color for her. She greeted the couple with a energetic smile, holding her hand out to the Baron as she approached.
"Oh Baron. How lovely to see you again. What a beautiful moment this is for the two of you having consummated your marriage. You throw the best parties I always say," she said getting her insincere compliments in early and quickly.
"Thank you Phoebe, and as I always say, there is not a social bash that occurs without your charming presence in attendance," the Baron said in a slightly insulting manner as he surveyed the room. Phoebe held her smile for a moment to absorb his statement, then she continued,
"You know Baron, many people were very surprised at first when they heard that you were to marry a young man," she smiled, "but not me. You know, I have always felt you would be happier with a beautiful man at your side. Knew it was just a matter of time." She looked around and whispered to the two of them, "I think it is just wonderful myself." She now looked at the wedding ring. "Ahhh, What a beautiful ring. Only the very best for the Baron's new bride. You are a very lucky young man. What a catch for you, snaring the Baron like you did," she smiled as she looked at Martin. Martin remembered what Lisa had said about not talking to the women, and the plug in his bottom as enforcement. To his surprise it was going to be easily done with this socialite airhead. She greeted Martin.
"Hi, my name is Phoebe," she said holding out her hand to Martin. Martin ignored her gesture, and without missing a beat Phoebe touched Martin's arm as she smiled and gave it a little pat, looking about to see if anyone else noticed the slight.
"I head up many of the local Women's Charities and a few women's clubs, for select members only of course. We have regular luncheons to discuss upcoming events and catch up on some of the local gossip, if you know what I mean," she said chuckling as she touched Martin's hand again with her fingers. "Even though you are legally the Baron's wife now, correct me if I'm wrong but, there is an assumption that you may want to be taking part in some of these events with us. I can see ways you can help out, not directly of course, since you are a man after all. I mean really, it would not be possible for you to join a women's club," she gave a laugh, "Even though I would like to say that I personally think you look delightful dressed as a woman." She gushed out her last words sending her message in a not so subtle manner.
"Don't be silly Pheobe," the Baron said with a knowing grin, "Of course Marcia will want to not only attend, but chair any of the women's groups, fund raisers or charities that wish to have my support. I think it would be nice a very nice gesture if Marcia was invited to take part and join in some of your women's clubs activities also. I know I would show my appreciation to such a gesture." The Baron gave her a slight smile.
"Oh but of course Baron. That was never in doubt. What I was just saying was that some of the other women were a bit conflicted. I have always thought he should be a part of our little social gatherings," she said skillfully back tracking from her earlier statement. She looked to Martin, "You are familiar with some of the women's issues and concerns in the community then I would presume? Especially a chairperson for any charity would have to know." she asked putting Martin on the spot.
Martin now looked at her. Then his heavily made up eyes went up to her hair, taking in the teased up, overly sprayed bouffant she wore her hair in. His eyes dropped to her earrings and down to her necklace. He looked at her chest and dress before letting his eyes fall to her high heels. Totally sizing her appearance in a very obvious manner. He didn't like this woman right away. She was a trouble maker for sure. Martin looked at her again and not doing as Lisa had said, he had to say something to this woman.
"What size bra do you wear?" his very feminine face said in a full male voice, looking seriously at her through his false eyelashes.
"What?" Phoebe gasped placing her hand on top of her chest, her mouth open in surprise.
"It's a local women's issue that I would like to address. Now, what size bra do you wear?" Martin looked at her as she stood speechless looking at him.
"Well ...I.." she stuttered looking at Martin and the Baron in disbelief.
"It's a simple question. Don't you know what size bra you wear? Do tell us what size cups do you wear to comfortably hold your tits up firm like that?" Martin said again.
"Well I never." She gasped again looking about to see if anyone else heard what Martin had just said to her. She looked to the Baron shocked. The Baron smiled and looked to her now as if he was waiting for an answer also. She looked at both of them trying to decide what to say. She was flustered to no end now. The audacity of this young man to ask her such a personal and embarrassing thing.
"Well?" Martin asked again expressionless, forcing this woman into a corner to humiliate herself in front of the Baron, whom she was trying so hard to impress.
"Well.......I....I wear a 40-D actually," she said trying to laugh off the tension of the moment, "I mean darling, if you are asking for help with your...."
"Actually, I'm not really interested at all," Martin said dismissing her flipping his fingers at her and moving away with the Baron. The Baron had an amused smirk on his face as they walked away.
"What a rude and obnoxious young man," she said to herself as she regained her composure and moved on to mingle and tell all who would listen how much the Baron had appreciated her gracious invitation to Martin to join in the communities women's activities even though he was a man.
Martin said little else as he was paraded about the room. He took small rapid steps, caused by his high heels and being hobbled above the knees. He offered his hand to several men, and thanked them insincerely for their compliments, all the while ignoring the women. When they were to the table, Martin's feet ached so bad he asked the Baron to let him sit for a moment. Martin sat and the Baron walked away a short distance to talk with someone.
"My, my, my, aren't we a pretty sight," Missy said smiling as she sat down next to him. She couldn't help herself, she took Martin's hands in hers and appraised his appearance. "I can't believe it Martin, you actually look pretty good dressed as a woman." Missy laughed as she looked at his made up face. "Red hair. I bet you enjoyed having that done." Martin looked away with a scowl on his face and noticed Leanne across the room watching him and Missy. Missy then noticed his ears. "Oh Martin, you have pierced ears now. How quaint," she said gently flicking the dangling earring with her finger. "That will make getting you Christmas gifts much easier," she giggled to herself.
Martin looked at her. "I've given you all the money you're getting Missy so go away. Why are you here anyway? Just to get a few more degrading jabs in on me?"
"Well yeah," she said laughingly. "Oh come on Martin, let me have just a little fun with all this. I mean look at you for gods sake. How do you expect me to act seeing you like this." Missy touched his hair gently at the back side of his head. "Look at this hair. Oh my, seems to have plenty of hair spray in it," she giggled at the sticky, stiffness of his new do, "All dolled up for your big party. So tell me Martin, how does it feel being a man dressed like a woman with all these tell tale hickeys on your neck, in front of all these people? Do you find it exciting?" she grinned suppressing a giggle as she covered mouth with her hand and waited for his answer.
"How do you think I feel you cruel, heartless bitch?"
"Oh well, let me see now," she said as she pretended to ponder the question, "If I were you I'd feel degraded maybe a little humiliated, embarrassed, and definitely I would be ashamed of myself? Hmmm, that's just a few off the top of my head."
"Yeah, I'd say that would cover it, except I'm not ashamed of myself. I've done nothing to be ashamed of. And you think that this is all real funny don't you, you cunt." Martin gave her a stern look.
"Not funny Martin, but I do find it rather curious though," she said in a more serious tone leaning toward him staring back at him now. "What about anger Martin, and where the hell is your manly pride. I mean you still got a pair of balls don't you? Right? Just because they don't function doesn't mean you have to parade around dressed like a woman all the time acting like some cum slut."
"I'm not part of this." Martin said sternly as his he welled up inside at her comments.
"What would your mother think if she ever saw you sitting here dressed like this, knowing full well you have serviced that man on many occasions?"
"I....have.....no.....choice, Missy. You know that," he said through his gritted teeth in anger looking at Leanne again.
"I'm surprised you're only feelings right now are feeling sorry for yourself and your situation." She pushed out her bottom lip out in a pouty look as she pinched his cheek, "Poor little Martin. He's such a mistreated boy because he has to dress like a girl now and service his man." She shook her head. "You're so passive Martin. I guess in some ways you probably deserve to be here. You are such a limp dick you know. The people here, they all think you desire to do all this. They think you pursued the Baron with your over the top sexual advances and then captured his heart in some perverse and strange way with your feminine appearance.
"Stop taunting me Missy." Martin growled again at the idea that this was his fault.
"Well? You tell me Martin. How does it feel being a man in your situation? You are still a man aren't you Martin?"
"ENOUGH!" Martin spat out under his breath.
"Hmmmm? I can see you now, sitting in a pink styling chair while some pretty little thing paints your toenails red for you. I'm sure she finds it all very amusing, Probably has to suppress her own laughter as she does her job, after all she has a real man in her life I'm sure."
"Misssssy," Martin said in a warning way.
"I'm sorry honey, you have a real man in your life too. Do you like sucking your husband's dick.......hmmmm? Do you like how that sounds Martin? Sucking your husband's dick? Something most men wouldn't want to hear directed at them. Oh I bet that's real fun for a normal heterosexual man like you though." Missy now looked at her own nails as she continued with a deep sigh, "Then of course after having sucked that same hard dick, you have to have it thrust deep inside your ass with while your legs dangle over his shoulders, for his pleasure. I assume you scream like a girl when his semen is deposited deep in your ass," She now laughed as Martin's eyelids dropped slightly, shamed from her statements. "Are you a screamer sweetie?
"STOP IT!" Martin yelled out causing some people to look his way, including Leanne.
"You should be ashamed to call yourself a man anymore Martin," she said looking at him seriously.
"Get away from me Missy. You have no idea what it's like to be in my shoes."
"Oh yes I do darling. I had a pair of heels very similar to the ones you're wearing right now. Your father used to make me wear them quite often actually," she smiled at the out of context comment, "so you see you are not the only person that has had a difficult relationship with their husband. There are a lot of us, and you're just getting started in your new marriage."
"Why are you doing this?" Martin said fighting his inner instincts to grab her. "Are you finished tormenting me yet? I don't need this." Martin said staring at his hands in his lap now clinched into fist.
"I have a deed that I need you to sign over to me Martin, but I will get with you tomorrow. I hear your husband is leaving town after the banquet, so I'll leave you to think about it."
"No."
Martin's head swayed back and forth in frustration. "Martin, sweetie I've changed my mind and highly recommend a sex change for you. You're just a shell of the man you once were and it's been only three days. In three months you won't even be able to find your old self again anyway. The Baron will take good care of you sweetie, and all your needs." She held his chin so he looked up at her, "A real sex change Martin. I think it's time you lost them. You really don't need them anymore."
"NO!" Martin yelled. He stood up to Missy, his fist clinched in anger and his entire body shaking.
"AAGGHHH!!" Martin yelped and quickly sat back down covering his face with his hands. It hurt so bad. He squeezed his knees together tightly and then hugged them with both arms till the sharp pain went away. The jolt Leanne had just given him had stopped him cold in his tracks. He looked up to see Missy walking away. A single stream of black mascara trickled down his face.
"I'm not a girl damn it, stop trying to make me be one," he said in defiance under his breath as he fought to regain his composure.
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