The Life and Times of Lady Vargos Ch. 06byrik581©
"Lady of the House"
Martin had been home three days from his visit to the spa, and things were now becoming a bit more of daily routine for him as mistress of the household.
As usual he had been awakened early by his husband with a long passionate kiss on the lips. Martin grabbed the sheets with both hands and groaned as he awoke in the affectionate displays of his husband. His eyes opening wide in surprise, when his husband's tongue plunged deep into his mouth. The Baron had never done that before and then he proceeded to suck Martin's tongue passionately for what seemed a long time to Martin, before slowly allowing it to slip through his lips.
"I love you my beautiful wife," the Baron said sincerely.
Martin said nothing in response and passively allowed his head to be pushed down under the sheets where he then performed what now had become a morning ritual for him as the Baron's wife.
After Martin had fulfilled his wifely duties, the Baron left the room to begin his day. Leanne soon entered he room to assist Martin in his toiletries and early morning grooming routines.
After he did his daily nude walk in high heels on the treadmill, Martin soaked in the hot soapy waters of the tub, while Leanne got things ready for him to dress for the day. The bath was the most relaxing part of his day. He was allowed 20 minutes alone in the warm, relaxing, fragrant waters. It was an especially relaxing on this morning since the pink enema bag wasn't hanging above the tub full of soapy water.
This meant no enema for Martin this morning. It was hard for Martin to relax in his bath when the bag was full and hanging over him, because he knew when the bath was over he would be on his knees, his forehead on the bottom of the empty tub receiving the entire contents of the bag.
Leanne entered again and had Martin lift both his feet from the soapy suds filled water and place them on the edge of the tub while he reclined. Leanne then closely inspected the nail polish on his toenails. She then asked Martin to extend both his hands to her, fingers spread and wrist bent so she could check his fingernails on both his hands. Leanne always checked Martin's elegant long red fingernails and his toenails closely to see if Brittney needed to be scheduled. His nails always had to be perfect. Just part of his daily grooming routine.
He was still put in the styling chair each morning, and all the straps were fastened. Martin was hoping after he took the Vow that the chair would not be seen as needed anymore, but he sat in it each morning and was strapped down tightly before his beauty treatments for the day began.
The towel was removed from around Martin's head and hair curlers were placed tightly, one by one in his hair till his entire head was a mass of curlers and pink pins.
This was a typical morning for the Baron's bride.
Martin had made the Vow request of his husband earlier in the week on his first night back from his spa trip. The Baron was very happy with Martin's new commitment to the marriage and to him.
It had been an eventful but difficult night for Martin.
Leanne had done Martin's dyed red hair up in an elegant updo, with tendril curls hanging down in front of each ear, for the special evening. He was made up with deep eye shadows on his eyelids and lighter shades highliting his large eyes up to his high arching eyebrows, and long heavily mascarraed false eyelashes. His eyes were seductively outlined with black eyeliner by Leanne's expert hands. His lips were lined and filled with a deep red lipstick. His cheek bones had been lightly rouged to give the since of a shy blushing bride. Martin was heavily made up alright, but Leanne had done such an esquisite job that Martin looked like a sexy and very desirable woman, and not slutty looking at all.
Martin had surprised Leanne when he requested to be made up special for the evening. He had never made such request before.
Though Martin had requested this special treatment so he could make the Vow to his husband, he gave little input as to his look, so all the decisions were up to Leanne.
It somehow made Martin feel less degraded as a man if the beauty processes he was enduring were being done to him, rather than if he were making decisions on a certain look. Besides Martin had no opinions other than he'd love not to wear makeup at all to bed just one night. He knew that wouldn't be allowed.
Leanne had decided that 3" long dangling rhinestone earrings seemed appropriate. They were very elaborate yet elegant. Martin lowered his eyes when he saw in the mirror how close to his shoulders the earrings actually hung from his earlobes. Along with a rhinestone choker that fit tightly around his neck Martin looked as if he were going to a formal gathering of social, elites when in reality he was just being prepared to go to bed with his husband.
Leanne posed the clipped on earrings in her palms as they hung from his ears. Martin looked at her in the mirror again.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked turning his head slightly side to side to see the finished look.
"It's fine," he said glancing up at her in the mirror. She seemed to be having a lot of fun with this image she had created.
"Fine? Oh Mrs. Vargos, it's more than just fine. Look at you. You are beautiful!" she said looking at him in a mock puzzlement softly patting his hair like it was a sexy topping high on his head.
"What do you expect me to say Leanne," Martin's male voice said from his female appearance. "I'm not going to jump up and down about how I look sitting here strapped in this chair dressed like a girl. You and Lisa seemed to have that covered anyway. I asked you to make me look extra special tonight and you did. My reasons for asking are my own and private."
"I'm sure they are," Leanne said patting his shoulder and smiling.
Martin had learned that he could be as male in personality as he wanted and could speak his mind without fearing reprisals. In some demented way, Martin was suppose to be a man, he just had to dress as a woman and be a wife, and that always dampened all the other aspects of his lifestyle.
It was a life of contradiction. Dress like a woman, walk and move like a woman, be a part of women's social activities and referred to as Mrs. Vargos.
All of this was required and enforced while at the same time he was called "sir" by the public and had to speak in his male voice. He was repeatedly told he was a man and the tight collar around his neck for public excursions mad it perfectly clear.
Dressed completely as a woman Martin still had to use the men's public restrooms, because he was a crossdressed man.
Though Martin had been the one who expressed the desire to take the Vow, this image of a beautiful seductive woman that he now visually portrayed for the Baron and the rest of public was strictly the expertise of Leanne.
Martin had not told Leanne about his intentions to take the Vow yet he felt somehow she knew already. Martin knew Leanne wasn't stupid and that him requesting a special feminine look would cause her to think that he was about to do something special. Rumors were floating all about and of course Martin had never requested to be made up special before.
Leanne had done this to enough men before that she knew Martin wasn't accepting his feminine lifestyle. It was too early.
It had been a very difficult thing for Martin to do that night.
Martin had disrobed seductively for the Baron, allowing the long purple satin robe to fall to the ground, revealing a short sexy lilac nightie with ruffled shoulders trimmed in black lace. Martin's neck and shoulders seductively exposed. The nightie was so short it barely covered his matching panties.
Martin's long legs were sexily encased in black fishnet stockings hooked to black garters. He wore black patent leather 6" peep toe pumps so his red toenails would be exposed for the Baron's foot fetish pleasures.
The Baron admired Martin's feminine beauty as he nervously got into the bed next to the Baron the night of the Vow.
Martin found it hard to speak the words. He fidgeted nervously lowering his head and gently touching the back of his hair as he tried to gather the nerve to speak. Telling this man that he wanted to commit all his passions and desires in life solely to him, and be placed in a chastity device, was something that Martin couldn't say.
Martin had lowered his eyes ashamed to make eye contact at first. He saw his husband's huge cock in a semi aroused state, probably getting excited from looking at Martin's appearance and the shyness he appeared to have that went along with such a admission.
Martin's balls still ached though from the spa visit. He had to be careful when moving his legs as his groin would ache if he suddenly moved wrong. He then reflected on the number of men that had used him sexually like he was a woman and how he could never allow this to happen again.
"This is about stopping the concubines, and saving your ass hole! Not love! You don't love him!" he chided himself in his mind.
Martin then tried to slide into the bed in as sexy a manner as he could. It was difficult but he kept eye contact with the Baron as he slid across the sheets and moved up next to him. The Baron placed his arm out so Martin could lay in it's embrace.
His hand shaking nervously Martin touched the Baron's inner thigh and allowed his red fingernails to lightly glide up to his balls. Martin took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then he touched the Baron's balls and lightly swirled the bottoms with his fingertips. Martin felt a sense of disgust and shame come over himself, feeling the pubic hair of another man as he tenderly touched him without being forced. He opened his eyes and looked to the Baron as he continued the stimulation and the gentle caressing.
"I wish to give my Vow of Chastity to you," Martin said in a soft broken male voice.
The Baron bent over and kissed Martin on the lips long and passionately.
Martin squirmed in his sudden embrace at first. It was a natural reaction to the kiss. Martin's legs nervously shifted back and forth across the sheets before becoming still and giving in to the seduction. Martin forced himself to lay quietly and let the Baron kiss him.
"I accept your vow my love, " he said backing off and then kissing him again.
Martin didn't resist. He allowed the Baron to consummate the vow with him that evening. Martin was able to keep silent for the most part during the consummation sex they had, accept for a painful groan during the initial penetration, and another spontaneous scream from Martin on the final deep lunge during the Baron's orgasm.
Though he was able to stay quiet, Martin had to grit his teeth and a tear ran from the corner of each of his painted eyes to his ears as his legs flopped helplessly up and down over the Baron's shoulders and his high heels bounced on the Baron's back in rhythm of the passionate pelvic thrust.
The Baron's thrust were so intense at times that Martin's own rather large, but limp penis was flopping from side to side as he was being sexed by his husband.
"It's to get rid of the concubines," Martin kept saying over and over in his mind. The night was full of passion for the Baron. Martin just wanted to get it over with.
The day after he had asked his husband to accept his Vow, Martin had been surprised when it seemed everyone knew he was going to take the Vow of Chastity even before he had actually done it or even told anybody outside the spa about it.
Preparations were tentatively already in progress when he arrived home from the spa. Someone at the spa must have leaked the fact that he was intending to endear himself even further to his husband. It shouldn't have surprised him since it seemed every time he talked to a counselor it was brought up and he was pushed in that direction the entire week at the spa.
Plans were being made for the big celebration that would also feature the unveiling of his portrait as Lady Vargos in the grand foyer.
Martin looked at the pile of invitations sitting on the desk in front of him. He would have to sign them all and make sure they all got sent out. After all anybody who was somebody would want to attend this event, and received a pesonel invitation from Lady Vargos.
Martin looked at the names on the invitations. All these people were going to be there. The way Martin saw it, he was being forced to invite people to his own public humiliation ceremony.
Martin sat alone in the study doing the finances a responsibility that had been delegated to him as headmistress of the household. This included signing his name as Marcia Vargos to the payroll checks of the domestic household and security help of the manor. Martin also had to do the humiliating job of filling out and signing a check for the concubines that had attended him.
"Yeah. One final indignity. I have to sign the check to be fucked by these guys," Martin thought while signing Marcia Vargos to the concubines check. It was like he was having to bare your own cross. At least he didn't have to give it to them directly.
Tiffany received a check as well for concubine services for the Baron, but she was paid cash for servicing the Baron's parents which was kept hushed. Martin knew nothing of those cash services. Just another little skeleton in the closet in the Vargos manors long line of secrets and deceptions for public perception reasons.
Martin was wearing a bright yellow dress today. Tight waisted with a white belt and a full knee length skirt, he wore a pair of matching yellow sandals. Leanne had debated putting him in a petticoat, but had decided against it for the day since he was wearing a girdle and long line bra under the dress with a slip.
Martin used the pen to scratch the back of his head. He was wearing curlers in his hair again. A new part of his daily routine it seemed now.
Leanne would set Martin's hair in the morning and he would have to wear the curlers in his hair about the house and even on short errands he had to run in public, such as today a trip to the post office to mail the invitations. Leanne would remove the curlers and style his hair early in the afternoon so the style would be fresh for his husbands arrival from work. Martin's hair would look fresh for dinner and good for the evening. Leanne would reset his hair the next morning after his morning shampoo and his husband had left for work.
It was embarrassing walking around the house in curlers knowing the staff was laughing at him behind his back. Martin didn't like wearing curlers in his hair, much less where everyone could see him. Nobody would, not even a woman would feel comfortable being seen in curlers the way he was being displayed, but in some ways was it better than sleeping in them. Not really, just a different kind of discomfort for him. Mental rather than physical.
"Good morning sir," a female voice.
It was one of the young domestic maids. She was dressed in the maids uniform now required by Martin for all the female domestics. It was pink lined with white lace and petticoated, and a pink and white lace maids cap was pinned in her hair. She wore white lace ankle socks and pink 4" spike heels. The shoes were in no way meant to be practical for doing the household duties, but rather Martin wanted them to feel a little of what it was like having to dress in some ridiculous uncomfortable manner. Just like he was forced to do.
The Baron had approved the maids uniform request from Martin. He saw nothing wrong with his wife enjoying the sight of the sexy young maids as they worked. After all Martin was still being medicated so he couldn't have an erection, and he would soon be wearing a chastity device as well.
Martin had also tried to force the men in the security detail to have to wear dresses as part of their uniform. Martin's enthusiasm for revenge got carried away when he requested the security personnel wear skirts and heels as part of their daily uniform at the manor.
That was deemed an unreasonable request by the Baron. His husband had found it a humorous request by a wife that was having little temper tantrum and told Martin here was no good reason to have these men dress like women accept to try and humiliate them. They had to be able to do their jobs in a professional manner.
"Yeah, like forcing me to accept dressing like a woman and humiliating me," Martin said to himself.
Martin wasn't able to bring himself mentally to try and sexually seduce his husband into agreeing to such a request as Dorothy had done with his husband. Dorothy's seduction had succeeded in putting Martin where he was now.
Martin would find other ways to get back at the security detail. Then they could agree with his demands, or leave.
Martin looked up at the girl at the door.
"I believe you are suppose to curtsey when addressing me," he said looking at her using his new found authority.
"Oh, I'm so sorry sir," she said as she lowered her head and curtsied.
She had a slight grin on her face as she gracefully did as she was instructed. It was more of a joke amongst the domestic females in the manor that they had to do all this. The domestic help and guest who visited found it more of a testament to Martin's eccentricasies as Lady Vargos and being a man, rather than an embarrassment for them.
"Please don't let me have to tell you again. Now what is it you want," Martin said completely in charge.
"Oh no sir," she said, "Your afternoon appointments have started arriving sir."
Martin didn't want to see anyone, but this was required when people made arrangements.
"Ok. Let's get this over with. Send the first one in," Martin said sounding resigned.
"Yes sir," the girl as she curtsied.
"Oh Baron, I heard the news today that Marcia asked you to accept her Vow of Chastity. I'm so happy for you." Dorothy said as he greeted the Baron out in front of the manor.
Dorothy extended his beautifully manicured red fingernails to shake hands with the Baron.
"Thank you so much Dorothy. She seems to have really relaxed at that spa. She is not nearly as tense." The Baron said.
"She did. She enjoyed her stay so much, it would be nice maybe for her to go a couple of times a year," Dorothy said.
"You say you attended this same spa and it helped you when you were having difficulties early in your marriage?" the Baron inquired.
"Yes. The personnel are different but I was sent to the same place. What a wonderful experience it was for me. I realized how lucky I was being married to my husband and that's when I began to fall in love with the man," Dorothy lied to the Baron.
"That is so nice. Marcia seems to have found something there also." The Baron seemed pleased. "Where is this spa?" he asked.
"Oh Baron, there are things brides like Marcia and myself must keep to ourselves."
"I will send her to the spa when she seems tense. It has made a difference, that's for sure."
"I loved going to that little secret hide away for a break when my husband was alive. You know he and I were so in love and I miss him so much," Dorothy was laying the deception on thick.
"I know you miss him. Did you make the Vow of Chastity with your husband Dorothy?"
"Unfortunately my marriage was a secret Baron. I would have loved to have taken the Vow, but my husband kept me in an estate here while he lived far away with everyone thinking he was married to another woman. I took some satisfaction in the fact he loved me the most."
"Thank you so much for your help Dorothy," the Baron said kissing his hand.
"Just keep showing your love Baron. He wants to be your wife deep down, it just takes a little time."