Life and Time of Lady Vargos Ch. 07

Martin turned and looked Felix in the eye with a angry glare.

"You know what I'm saying here Felix? I need something to demoralize me as a man and a person. I want my cheeks to flush red without makeup. I know you can do it sweetie, you have succeeded in doing it so well to me in the past."

Felix fixed a stare right back on Martin.

He could understand Martin's reluctance to wear dresses to a point, but it wasn't his fault Martin was dressed as a woman. He was just a dress designer, and a famous one too. He also viewed Martin as having so many preconceived ideas and notions about people based on the way they looked. The exact same thing Martin felt shouldn't apply to himself.

"You're a bigot and a hypocrite!" Felix thought as Martin spoke.

People in public who did not know Martin, and saw him with his husband would also think Martin was a gay man, and a crossdresser or preop transsexual, just because of the way he looked and his situation and he couldn't defend himself against those public perceptions.

Felix, feeling insulted once again by Martin folded his arms and looked at him.

"I can do that sir. I'll make a few adjustments just for you. I'm sure you will love them," Felix said flatly with a intimidating stare.

"Good. You just do that then. I know you won't disappoint me," Martin said standing up now and walking to the door.

Martin was going to feel so utterly humiliated by the whole event anyway, he might as well get a few shots in himself.

"If you don't mind I have a lot to do today. Thanks for stopping by," Martin said opening the door.

"Why don't you bring your butt boy to my chastity ceremony. Consider that an invitation," Martin said closing the door behind Felix who left the room in an insulted huff.

"Yuck! Oh my god, what a flaming faggot of a man he is. I can't stand being around that guy," Martin said as he returned to his desk.

Martin was taking the aggressive side of his humiliation it seemed. Pretending to be indifferent to the daily humiliation that was now his life. Even insisting with exaggerated sarcasm on some aspects of femininity being applied to him to steal the thunder of those that seemed to be enjoying watching his struggles against being forced to be a woman. Martin felt there were individuals involved that seemed to be getting off on his reluctance of being a woman. With or without his cooperation his feminization was going to continue anyway, so he was trying to exert some control over the mess that was now his life. Besides the aggressive sarcasm helped him deal with his own frustrations.

Martin finished signing the invitations and set them aside in the envelopes. He waited for Lisa as she wanted to check everything before the envelopes were sealed to make sure all was signed and nothing inappropriate had been written on the cards. Martin stepped out for a quick bathroom break in the mean time.

After Martin had returned from the bathroom he was shocked to find Dorothy bending over the desk looking through the invitations for the ceremony.

Martin was unaware that Dorothy had just been outside talking with the Baron or any contact with him at all. Dorothy had the Baron believing that it was just a matter of time before Martin became a fully accepting wife. He had been telling the Baron all along that he had gone through a similar type of rejection before accepting his husband. After all, he had lived as a man all his life and suddenly he was basically being required to perform as a woman. It took time he told him.

The Baron was however unaware of Dorothy's deceptive tactics, believing the spa Martin had attended for a week was really a health spa and not a secluded area that Dorothy was secretly forcing Martin to accept his plight with painful persuasive tactics. Martin knew nothing of Dorothy's involvement with that week at the spa.

"Hello sweetie," said Dorothy as Martin got an eye full of his butt. The worn hole in the rear showing a little of Dorothy's butt cheek to Martin.

"What are you doing here?"

"They said you were in here. I saw the door open to your study and got curious," said Dorothy now turning to look at Martin still with his bottom in the air.

"Am I getting invited to the ceremony?"

"Leave at once, or I'll have you thrown out," Martin said firmly pointing at the door.

"What's wrong? Are your panties too tight? Pinching your balls maybe." Dorothy stood up and smiled.

"Is there a problem with me dear?"

"YES! It's your fault I'm here like this in the first place," Martin said the anger rising in his voice.

"It was your father Martin that did this to you, not me."

"You seduced him and asked him to do this. It was your idea," Martin said.

"He could have said no. Still was his choice," Dorothy said calmly and quickly.

"You jerked off in my ear you sick piece of shit," Martin spat out.

"Yes I did. So what's the problem. I did that because I could. That is what I've been telling you Martin. Doesn't really matter what you want or think around here, they will do things to you because they can do them."

Martin stared for a moment then took control again.

"What are you up to, I haven't time for your games."

"I heard you went to the spa. How did you like it?" Dorothy said.

"It was a week of hell," Martin said reflecting.

"Your father sent me to the same spa years ago you know. Said it would be good for my womanhood. Is Tabatha still there. She's such a brute." Dorothy said casually looking at his nails. "I was there for over a month you know."

Martin couldn't imagine being there a month. He hated Dorothy with a passion, but the man had experienced what Martin was going through and was the only person that could realistically relate to Martin's situation.

"You probably enjoyed it you pervert," Martin said.

"Oh yes Martin. Every bit as much as you did I'm sure. The charm classes and repeated counselling sessions about how I was so much better off as a bride than I was before as a man. And the wooden spoon therapy. Do they still use wooden spoons to get their point across Martin?"

"Why don't you go and find out for yourself." Martin didn't care to discuss any of the details of his visit. It was to mentally painful.

"I was there for four weeks and when I was sent home I was forced to get these," Dorothy said squeezing both his breast in his hands. "I guess I didn't comform as well as you have."

"I don't want to hear about it."

Martin sat back regaining his composure quickly. He needed to have some control here.

"There is something I have wondered about your relationship with my dad, JOHN," he said using the name forcefully, but Dorothy didn't flinch. "It has bothered me from time to time while I was being visited by the concubines."

"And what is that?" John said sitting on the edge of the desk now looking at Martin.

"Why were you allowed female concubines instead of male. I have wondered why you were allowed such a luxury in this perverse lifestyle," Martin said sitting back awaiting an answer.

"I don't know, I never asked. Because I'm gay I suppose," Dorothy said looking about the desk as if the question was nothing at all.

"Gay?" Martin thought to himself. He had never considered that angle.

"I worked for your father for years and I was openly gay and even had a gay partner that I loved. But isn't it funny how the so called 'straights' think that a gay man has no emotional feeling for their partners. They think any man will do and that all we desire is dick, any dick at all. That was your father in a nut shell."

"You are saying my father was gay then,"

"Your father was fucking weird. He thought since he had a dick and a lot of money I would feel fulfilled being with him. He also didn't find a male partner sexy or attractive. So, he had me dressed like a girl so he could feel better about himself in the relationship. He wanted a woman with a dick Martin, and God didn't make any of those. He thought that was a very erotic image. Pretty selfish perspective if you ask me. In fantasy it's ok, but in reality, well someone had to suffer to make his little fantasy real, and I'm talking about what's legal and what's not. He also assumed that all gay men like to suck dicks and be butt fucked. He disliked the gay lifestyle. What an uninformed homophobe piece of shit your father was. I was a fetish toy. Nothing more."

"Homophobe?" Martin thought but said nothing. Martin not knowing any gay men, had assumed the same thing. Dorothy obviously preferred a passive man in sex and had been forced to be the passive partner with Martin's father. The time with Martin's father was the only time Dorothy, though gay had performed orally or had received anal sex with another man and it was all forced on him.

"I have to go now Martin. I'll see you around I'm sure. I still have business in the area to take care of."

Dorothy stood up and smiled at Martin's appearance.

"They are making you do this. Accept it and be mean. There are already rumors that there is a new Bitch of Vargos Manor, and I don't think they are talking about your mother-in-law anymore."

As long as Martin didn't know how involved Dorothy was in his womanhood captivity and development, Dorothy would continue to push Martin in directions as he had just done, while molding him into the woman Dorothy wanted him to be.

Martin said nothing as Dorothy strutted out of the room. Martin wondered what it was Dorothy was really after and why he seemed to be able to move about the house so freely.

After about ten minutes, Lisa came into the room full of energy as usual. She was wearing a dress today. Lisa usually was in jeans but she had a personal matter she had to attend to before arriving that required her wear a dress.

The dress was white with a knee length flared skirt and sleeveless. A pair of 3" red pumps set off her look. She took big confident strides when she walked looking very confident in her high heels.

Martin didn't know what it was but he found this image of Lisa so femininely dressed, attractive and somehow pleasing. He felt stimulation in his groin for the first time since arriving at this horror story.

"Almost done ma'am?" Lisa asked cheerfully picking up the invitations and looking to make sure there was nothing out of line written on them.

Lisa leaned against the desk next to Martin and looked at the checks he had signed. All looked good.

"Stick your tongue out ma'am," she said taking the large stack of envelopes in her hand.

"Why?" Martin said not sure of her intentions.

"Mrs. Vargos, please."

Martin did it slowly unsure of her motives. His tongue slowly pushed through his bright red, highly glossed painted lips.

"Further ma'am. Stick it out as far as you can."

Martin felt so stupid, but he did as she requested.

"That's it Mrs. Vargos. Wonderful. Now, stay just like that," Lisa said taking the first envelope of the invitations and pulling it across his tongue and sealing it shut. She then repeated the process again and again. It was so privately humiliating but Martin just had to get through this moment and he knew it.

Lisa sat on the edge of the desk with her legs crossed her leg gently swaying back and forth as she sealed the envelopes while telling Martin about the days agenda that they still needed to do. Martin though tense and growing irritated with her, sat quietly with his tongue out and listened.

The maid stepped as Lisa was sealing the envelopes.

"Did you summon me ma'am?" she asked.

"Yes," Lisa said as she continued sealing envelopes using Martin's tongue to moisten them.

"Please let the driver know we are about finished here, and I want to be leaving right after."

"Yes ma'am," she said with a smile and a curtsy. The maid hurried down the hall to let the driver know, and then hurried to tell the others about what she had just seen.

"We will be going to the post office first. The car is ready out back as soon as I get these all sealed." Lisa said as if this was all a normal process.

"Tongue in," Lisa said looking at him with a smirk on her face, "and back out."

Lisa allowed Martin to moisten his tongue several times during the process. Lisa was definitely one of the people Martin suspected was enjoying seeing his humiliation and suffering more than the job she had been appointed of helping him be a woman.

When the envelopes were all done Lisa put them in a small box and handed them to Martin.

"Let's go. Might as well get this over with," Lisa said dropping back down to her feet from the desk.

Martin hated this girl, but was finding her appearance attractive. She was young and very pretty but there was just something different happening here.

Martin was escorted to the car carrying the box of invitations and a white purse hanging from his shoulder.

Still wearing the yellow dress and high heels, Lisa had covered Martin's curlers with a bright colored head scarf and tied it securely under his chin. The scarf was an array of designs in red, yellow, and green. The front of Martin's curlers were all still exposed for public viewing and the back of the scarf hung to his shoulders but the triangle shape of the scarf allowed the lower back curlers to be fully exposed in the slight breeze.

Lisa had placed a large pair of white sunglasses on Martin. The sunglasses and scarf were public statements that Martin was trying be inconspicuous while in public wearing curlers, which it only did the opposite.

Martin was strapped into the back seat of the car as usual. Lisa sat in the back seat beside him, As the car pulled away, Lisa leaned over to Martin and placed her hand on the top of Martin's bare thigh and gently ran her fingers up his leg almost touching his crotch. She looked up at him and made eye contact as he looked down at her surprised.

"You look very pretty today Mrs. Vargos," she said patting his leg and turning back in her seat to face forward now. She said nothing else during the trip.

Martin wasn't stupid. Once again he knew this was all just a public humiliation being done to him by Lisa for her own amusement. These invitations could have been sent from home, or a domestic could have dropped them off. But no, she wanted Martin to do it, dressed as he was to draw maximum attention to himself. His PCP strap around his neck boldly pointing out to public bystanders that he was a registered crossdresser and had a legal right to appear in public amongst them dressed as a woman.

The legal rights Martin had didn't stop the reactions of those looking on. This was something he would have to get used to in the future, but for now he melted inside as he was paraded in public.

Even though he had status and wealth, and his social circle was at least outwardly accommodating of his chosen lifestyle, people he came across at the post office saw him only as some weird eccentric man dressed like a woman. They would even take pictures of him with their cell phone to show friends this feminized man they saw in the post office today.

Martin endured the emotional pain he suffered there.

"At least he could try and blend in," he heard one woman say to her friend as he waited in line.

When he got back in the car and was strapped in the seat Lisa turned to him.

"You did very nicely Mrs. Vargos. I'm proud of you."

"Yeah, whatever. Can we go home now," Martin said looking out the window.

"Sure. We have to get ready for next weeks big event."

Martin was left to his own thoughts on the journey home. Sometimes that was worse than knowing what was really going to happen as Martin's imagination always seemed to run wild when left on it's own.