To the Manor Bound Ch. 01byNikki258©
I wasn't sure whether or not to put this in NC/Reluctance or Trans and CD so I flipped a coin and here it is, just be a little forewarned.
"I am of the firm opinion that not only was this country at its most prosperous and stable during the latter half of the 19th century as a result of the system of patronage and servitude but that it is the only route by which we may restore the glory of old England." Lord Madison, as reported in Hansard, House of Lords, 15th March 20xx.
It had come in the middle of an unimportant debate, held early in the morning, during a time usually set aside for recess of parliament so the speech Lord Madison gave received very little attention in the mainstream press, but the manner in which it was reported in 1 or 2 of the less well-thumbed left wing papers left little doubt in the mind of their readers that his Lordship was calling for nothing less than the return of the feudal system.
Half of the articles demanded his removal from the peerage, the other half called for nothing less than revolution, but they all called for protest, which is why on a drizzly overcast Saturday Philip Howe stood shivering with a lone placard in front of the imposing iron gates of the entrance driveway to Hambleton House, the country estate of Lord Madison.
Even at the time of its constructions it was widely recognised as being one of the finest manor houses in the whole of Borsetshire if not all of south England; grandiose and columned the manor was split between the main hall and the two long wings that stretched around the well-manicured gardens. The history of the Borsetshire Madison's that have made Hambleton their home over the years though is much less dignified.
A full recounting of the sordid deeds that the manor house has seen over the years would stain the sheets of any paper; from its origins as a nunnery (widely rumoured to be satanic even at the time) prior to Henry VIII's reforms, through the stern corrective hands of the feudal lords to the decadently extravagant parties of the 18th century which nearly bankrupted the family and briefly forced the conversion of one of the wings into a "private reformatory school for wayward young ladies" to its recent re-privatisation by the young Lord Madison.
The latest and last of his line Lord Madison remade both his fortune and his name through no small degree of expertise at the London stock exchange, rising in profit and repute in spite of scurrilous and hushed rumours of less than above board dealings with the far east and certain oil-rich sheiks.
But that was all in the past, at the age of 36 having restored his wealth and his family's name and estate he promptly shocked the business world again and retired to the life of the landed gentry. Over the past 4 years he had gradually disappeared from public life save for a few duty-bound appearances in the House of Lords.
In fact it may have been his complete disappearance from the society pages of broadsheet newspapers, and the scandal pages of the tabloids, that resulted in such a small turnout for the protest.
Phillip shivered miserably, his clothes were soaked through and the wind was starting to pick up again. The only other protesters had left over an hour ago and still his ride hadn't turned up. It was only when a branch above his head reached a tipping point at the weight of water it held and bent fully depositing a full litre of fresh rain down the back of his shirt that he looked up again towards the house and saw through the mist the flashing on of a pair of high beam headlights.
He watched still as the muddy dark red land rover wound its way down the mansion's driveway and paused in front of the gates whilst the motors ground into life to open them. Phil stood frozen to the spot for a second before he remembered why he was there and half-heartedly picked up his placard, they'd not seen hide nor hair of the Lord all day and this was the first chance he'd had to actually get his protest across.
He therefore felt more than a little deflated when the driver leant over, opened the passenger side door and spoke to him, "You look like you could use a hot drink or a towel at least, how'd you fancy waiting inside?" Now in his early forties Lord Madison had a few flecks of grey peppered over his temples and a little more stubble than in any of the tabloid photographs but it was still unmistakably him.
Phillips mouth lolled open for a second and he was unsure what to do, he knew that this was his chance to keep protesting and he pouted for a second, but his Lordship just smiled and offered a hand to him, "Come on now, really, put politics aside for a second, we can discuss the matter further back at the mansion and I'll try to clarify what I was trying to say, truce?"
He looked at him, in his icy blue eyes for the first time, and gave up.
The dark stained oak doors to the mansion opened with a creak and Phillip followed his lordship inside across the tiled cold front hall and up the imposing central staircase with its luxuriously thick carpeting.
"Now, why don't you stop in here and have a good hot shower, I'll take your wet stuff and find you some nice warm clothes, then you can meet me in the grand hall whilst yours are drying."
Phillip shivered an agreement and entered the bathroom. He stripped off whilst his lordship waited outside, pausing only for a second to look over his body in the full length mirror, not that there was all that much to look at; he was 19 now and in his second year of college, but there was still barely a hair on his slender pale body apart from a little blonde tuft above his cock that really only served to highlight how poorly endowed he was.
Stepping into the shower he turned the jets on full blast and washed away the mud and grime in the hot stream of water. As he picked up an old looking bottle of shower gel and sniffed at it he faintly heard the sound of the door opening and his clothes being collected, he could just make out the faint silhouette of his lordship moving across the floor with something in his arms but he paid it no mind.
The gel smelt a little acrid but it felt strangely cooling as he rubbed it over his body, lathering up along his long legs and smooth belly and rubbing the suds over and around his balls. Finally he rinsed it all away with the water so hot it felt like his skin was burning a little and the air of the tiled bathroom felt incredibly cold.
Brushing the water from his eyes he looked around for the clothes but the only thing resting over the rail was a short light pink dressing gown.
"Ah you're finished." His lordships voice boomed through the door, "I'm afraid that was the only thing I could find that would fit you, I'm sure it's not what you were expecting but it's only for a little while. It belonged to a maid who recently left my service, which was one of the things which provoked my little outburst in the chamber the other day"
Before Philip had a chance to protest he heard the sound of heavy footsteps leading away.
Picking up the soft terrycloth gown Philip dried himself as best he slipped it on over his thin shoulders, looked in the mirror in shock; the thing was a disgrace, it barely came up to halfway up his thighs and he had to keep tightening the belt around his waist to keep it from slipping open. It was humiliating but there was nothing that he could do and he stepped out into the dark hallway.
Following the sound of a crackling fire Philip walked along the thickly carpeted hallways, surrounded by the flickeringly lit faces of long dead viscounts and barons. The glow from the fireplace shone around the doorframe and Philip stood for a second unsure on how to enter before he leaned on the heavy oak door and pushed it open to see his lordship languidly reclined in a high backed leather armchair, a glass of brandy resting in his hand and a rack where his clothes stood gently steaming.
"Ah! There you are, come in come in." Lord Madison waved him in and motioned towards a second chair facing the fireplace and the large mirror that hung above it, "let me get you a glass."
Philip felt incredibly exposed as he passed his lordship to reach the chair, the heat from the fire flushing against the exposed skin of his thighs. This humiliation only increased as he sat down, feeling the dressing gown ride up and the touch of leather on his bare arse cheeks. It was whilst he was adjusting the pink robe that he realised he needed to constantly keep his knees pressed together so as to avoid revealing himself.
"There you go." Philip looked up to see Lord Madison pressing a large tumbler of what smelt like brandy into his hands, he thought for a second that he saw his eyes flashing downwards with a smirk and it was at this point that he finally felt like he had been pushed too far; he was done being belittled by this man simply because he wasn't a member of the peerage, it was time to put his foot down.
He looked about the room, anger boiling inside of him just beneath the surface, with its dark ornate oak panelling, antique wooden chests and full grand piano the entire scene was enormous, opulent and entirely wasted on this aristocratic layabout.
Raising the glass tumbler to his lips he downed it in one, scarcely registering the slightly off chalkish taste it had and putting it down to it being an older vintage than he'd ever tried before, now he was ready.
"You think you're better than me? You think that all of this makes you better than any other human being?" Philip waved his arms about, "with even a quarter of what you've got stored away here entire villages could live on, all to perpetuate some kind of anachronistic bullshit about breeding and refinement!" He shifted about in the dressing gown again, his skin starting to flush hotter than from the fire and an itching spreading from his ankles to his neck.
His lordship raised an eyebrow and smiled curiously, waving him on.
"This entire ssysstem iss based on the antuqua, on the antiq, on the old idea of you being inherently ssuperior to mee." Philip could suddenly hear his own voice and how slurred it was becoming, how heavy his tongue felt in his mouth. "What digni dignity iss thereee in tryin' to to " He tried to stand to make his final point but his legs fell from beneath him and he collapsed back into the chair. "futhhherr morrre" his closing argument was lost in a sloppy mess of sound as his eyes glassed over.
His lordship took another sip of his brandy and leant forward, "All done? Good, then I can begin." He downed his own glass with a gulp and stood up, a new kind of smile spreading over his square jaw; malevolent and slightly cruel. "Now having never tried chloral hydrate myself I'm none too certain of how conscious you are right now but hopefully you're still aware enough to be able to hear me."
Striding purposefully past Philips openly lolling mouth and beyond his field of vision his lordship picked up one of the heavy wooden chests that edged the far wall and carried it over with ease past the fireplace dropping it with a thud at Philips feet.
"I don't owe you an explanation, why should I? Everything I'm about to do is fully justified in its own right, but just so as to stop you from whining at me more than I can take over the next few weeks I'll fill you in a little." His lordship leant over and ripped open the dressing gown from top to bottom and pulling it out from behind him, before brushing away the hair that was rapidly falling away from his chest.
"You see, my maid handed in her letter of resignation a month ago and it's becoming oh so very hard to find good domestic help anymore, in spite of the labour shortage." He slid along the arms and, moving his face closer to Phillips, wafted away his little tuft of pubic hair and whispered in his ear. "So I decided to train one myself; you!" with that he gave Philips penis an excited little squeeze.
"I've come to the conclusion that there would be no better to prove the correctness of the old social order; that some men are simply born to be dominant and other men are born to be, to be . . . well, to be whatever it is I decide to turn you into." He said it with a smile, but it was cold and intimidating all the same. "Hence the little trick with the defoliating shampoo."
"Now, I know that your first thought is going to be one of escape, maybe even of running to the police, well let's put that right out of your mind shall we?" He reached into the chest and pulled out a tall stiff leather collar with a steel band on the inside and out, on the front there was a small black box with a little blinking light, reaching forward his lordship wrapped it around Philips neck and tightened it until it was as close as skin and there came a little click.
"Fits like a glove," He smiled. "Now if you decide to try and go beyond the bounds of the manor or its grounds this little box in the front will provide you with 8,000 joules worth of electrical shock as a reminder of where your new place in life is, let me give you a little demonstration." Picking a small silver service bell from the chest his Lordship gave it a tinkle and an instant shock ran through Philips body but all he could do was twitch and give out a little involuntary moan of pain. "Wireless technology, really is quite the miracle invention and that was only a thousand joules to let you know that I need your attention I need hardly tell you that you don't want the full effects should you try to remove your collar."
"So, let the transformation begin! I think I'll work from the top down." He ran a hand through Phillips mid length thick blonde hair, "Good, but not good enough on its own yet, but good enough to avoid a wig. A natural blonde too so I think we'll put in some extensions." And with that his lordship went to work, picking a set of straighteners and some clumps of long blond hair from the chest and moving behind & around the still unmoving Philip, weaving them permanently into his hair.
"Lovely, you're looking cuter already, see how it's already framing your face, speaking of which . . ." He bent down and picked up a make-up case, a cheapish looking one stocked with gaudy pinks and blues. "Now in time you'll have to learn how to do this yourself but since you're new to this kind of service I'll walk you through it."
He talked him through the foundation, and blusher, through the eye shadow and dark mascara and finally through the nail polish and the bright red lipstick that he smeared on with a little too much vigour, "Oops, oh well, I've got a little too much on now, we'll see if I can't find something to wipe it off with later" He said with a grin.
All the time this was going on Philips mind was raging inside, the taste of the drugged brandy was still filling his mouth and nostrils and although his thoughts were becoming clearer he could still not move his body an inch. He silently fumed and screamed internally with an impotent rage at the presumptuous arrogance of the man who was transforming him, but as his lordship continued his work he found himself becoming more and more scared at how far it was being taken.
Lord Madison now ran his hands down Philips finely feminised cheeks and onto his chest, groping at his skinny frame and then suddenly pinching and pulling hard on his nipples. "Not much here to work with," he sighed, "but then I always find a challenge makes it all the more fun for me."
Another capped tube came out of the box, this one a darker green in colour and a heavy chemical smell as Lord Madison unscrewed the cap and quickly began working it over and around Philips chest in two circles. "This," He said, "is an epoxy resin. Once set it's then good and secure for about a month so you won't need to worry about these," he dove for the box again and pulled out a pair of extremely lifelike breasts forms, round and bouncy, 36 C cups, "moving about too much."
His Lordship spent some time carefully positioning the fake silicon tits on his chest so that they lined up perfectly, matching the natural shape of his chest. As the resin set Lord Madison kept his hands in place and looked Philip squarely in the eyes as he spoke. "These are, I assure, not my preference either. These are merely a stopgap measure whilst I decide what size suits you best, you may go up but you'll never go back down again especially after I decide what's best for you and you get some permanent implants in there." At this he grinned malevolently and Philips eyes darted in every direction pleading with the world for some kind of exit or help.
After ten minutes had passed with his Lordships weight pressing down on his chest he finally removed his hands and let the heavy breasts swing freely, the unusual weight felt strange on Philips skin and his body twitched involuntarily until they settled.
For a second his Lordship stood back with hands on hips admiring his handiwork until his eyes fell further downwards. "Ah yes, which brings us onto this . . ." He ran a finger slowly up and down Philips penis, stroking gently and circling the head with his thumb. "Now don't you worry little maid, you're not going to have to go under the knife for this, I mean, it's hardly worth it is it? Not when it's this small." His lordships laughter echoed across the large ballroom. "No, I think I'll let you keep it, just as a reminder of who you once were and how far you've fallen."
"But that doesn't mean we can have you going around with that little acorn bouncing around freely now does it?" Lord Madison picked up a strange looking metal contraption consisting of some interlocking hinged steel rings attached to a slim curved steel tube which ended in a heart shaped lattice where a small little bell jangled. "I do hope this is the right size, it looks a little spacious for that little nubbin of a thing."
Desperately Philip tried to move his groin away from the ensnaring metal tubes but his body still felt numb and beyond him and he could barely twitch his thighs as Lord Madison ensnared first one testicle and then the other, tightening the metal rings around them then clipping the larger ring all around his cock and sliding the tube up to meet it and gave it a little shake, the bell on the end tinkling in response.
At this final humiliation Philip managed to compose his strength and gave out a small gurgled moan in protest.
"Shhh now, I want you to hear this;" Lord Madison looped a small titanium padlock across the top of the tube holding it place for a second, "Listen closely sissy, I want you to remember the sound of your manhood disappearing forever . . ."
He squeezed the lock together and there came a small metallic Clink.
"Beautiful, you're starting to look like a real sissy slut now, the only thing holding you back is to get you into your new uniform, but first; out with the old!" At that Lord Madison picked up the still steaming rags Philip had been wearing to protest in and one by one threw them into the roaring fireplace. "After all, I don't want you getting it into that silly little head of yours that there's any escape from this point onwards." He paused as he picked up the pair of baggy combat trousers, sneering until he investigated the pockets, and pulled out Philips wallet.
He flicked through the slim leather holder, pulling out its contents, "No drivers licence, no credit cards and barely any cash, not much of a life you've got going on here is it . . you know I've just realised that I don't even know your name! How rude of me!" He laughed deeply and pulled out a student ID card, "Phillip Hayes? No, no that won't do at all" He flicked the card backwards over his shoulder dismissively not even turning to watch it melt. "No, I think you'll need a new name for your new identity, hmm, I think Francine suits you much better." With that he carelessly hurled the last of Philips clothes into the fireplace and lifted his chin with a finger, "Watch now, as the last of your manhood, the last of your old life goes up in smoke"