Life and Time of Lady Vargos Ch. 09

"I have no problem shaving your mothers head. If your mother wants to come in here and voluntarily sit in this chair and be restrained I have no problems doing that. If she tells me that she wants her head shaved then I will do that, but we will not have her forcibly dragged in here against her own will and cut her hair off. That would not be right."

"Great double standards you have Leanne," he said as his head was pushed forward now.

"Oh I don't think so Mrs. Vargos," Leanne said removing the towel from his head.

Martin slammed down the phone. Martin felt now he could be outrageous if he wanted. What were they going to do?

He had figured out that Missy had nothing to do with him being married or dressed as a woman. She had just been a pawn in the process. She was however a conniving wench and had lied about helping him. Using his own fear of what was happening against him to get money and enrich herself by his misfortune. Not anymore. He was on to Missy's game and he was in control.

Martin felt strangely invigorated by the call.

"Marcy," Martin called out summoning the head housemaid. A few minutes later Marcy curtsied in the doorway.

"Yes sir, you called?" she said softly.

"Did Phoebe Mills write anything about me today in that tabloid she writes for?"

"Uh, no sir. The new issue comes out tomorrow," she said unsure of his intentions.

"I want a copy each day that thing comes out, turned to her column sitting here on my desk. Understand?" he said rather forcibly.

"Yes sir," she said timidly.

"And you don't need to discuss it with the other help either."

"Oh no sir, not a word," she said with a curtsie leaving the room.

Martin looked every bit a woman sitting behind the desk, but his demeanor and actions were all male.

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meanwhile in the banquet room...

It was going to be a little different setting up the chastity ceremony of Martin. In the true tradition of the ceremony, the woman would be taken aside and a chastity belt be placed on her while it was being witnessed by a select group of women. Easily done. Martin presented a different problem. Nobody had ever actually put a chastity device on a man in such a ceremony before and it would be much more involved and require at least some kind of experienced person to do the deed.

Also the question would having women witness his male genitalia being locked away be appropriate? Should it not be men that witness Martin's commitment to chastity? So many questions but none of which were being presented to Martin for his consideration. A small committee of local women would make the decision for him and the results would be kept hushed until he big night. So of course everyone wondered how this would all be carried out.

The committee met in the large ballroom of the manor to discuss how the ceremony was going to be performed and who would do what.

"I have no idea how to put a chastity device on a man, nor do I feel like handling a man's nasty penis in trying to do so," Elenore Evans said to the small group of women assembled at the manor where the event would be held. She would have been the obvious choice to do the deed if Martin were actually a woman. But he wasn't.

A picture of the device was passed around so they could see what it would look like. It was an elaborate but genetic cock restraint with tube, straps and a locking cuff, but not the actual precious gold and jeweled piece that Martin would be presented with.

"Oh my god. How does he function with that on?" one of the ladies asked astonished at the complicated looking device.

"I believe it is just a ceremonial piece ladies. He will be put in it and wear it for the evening of the ceremony. It's suppose to be symbolic, right. His daily chastity device will be much simpler if he is required to wear one," a males voice said from the back of the room as the prettily dressed image of Dorothy made his way to the front of the room.

"Who are you and what are you doing in this meeting? This is a private affair," Ms. Evans said sizing up this feminized man in a simple white summer dress. It was cut low in front revealing Dorothy's ample and very real cleavage.

"I knew this might be a problem and I have been in contact with Mrs. Vargos's husband, The Baron, about this very matter."

"Why are you dressed like a woman? Are you making a mockery of this special moment for the Baron's wife?" one of the other ladies asked seemingly disturbed at Dorothy's presence.

"I was married to a man just like your Marcia Vargos is married to the Baron. My husband has recently died. I was married to Lady Vargos father. I guess you could say I'm his step mother in a way."

"Then I think you should do it," Elenore said quickly looking to the feminized man. "You're related and are both men dressed like women. You can handle his privates."

"Why's that?" Dorothy asked touching his blue fingernails to his chest. "You think because I'm a man living as a woman I know all about these type things? Honey I've never even seen such a dastardly device much less handled or worn one. And the last thing I want is to handle his penis."

Dorothy looked at the women. Nobody said a word. They were a bit confused. He then took control of the conversation.

"This must be done by a woman in my opinion and I do know the type woman who can do this. There is a dominitrix from the redlight district that caters to men who pay her to do this type thing to them and has experience in the ways of bondage and S/M."

There was a noticeable gasp in the room.

"A whore? This is a society event young man and you are suggesting a whore who gets paid to demean men do the locking of the chastity? That would be scandalous. I'm in charge of this event and I can't allow such a thing." Elenore held her ground. This would be unheard of.

"She can be dressed like the rest of us to blend in with he crowd you know," Dorothy said including himself as one of the ladies. "She does know how to put this device on a man and Lady Vargos is indeed a man ladies, with a big dick and hanging balls. You'll see."

"Oh my," the women gasped at hearing the words spoken openly of facts they all knew but ignored.

"Besides the actual installing of the device will be done in a private room and will only be witnessed by the ladies here today, right?" Dorothy said looking at each one of them.

"Be honest ladies, you all want to see him put in this thing. That's why you are all here, and there is a local woman who has done this to men before, privately in dark rooms."

There was another moment as the reality of that statement. After a long silence Elenore finally spoke up.

"No, there must be another way," Elenore said looking at Dorothy.

"Oh come now. I bet each one of you ladies uses or has used concubine services of some sort in your households. Concubines?

Hmmmmm...nice clean, sophisticated word for a whore service don't you think. You only have a couple of days left. The bride is being schooled in Vow etiquette as we speak."

"This woman you have in mind. Do you think she can do this and do it with respect and dignity without making a farce of the entire ceremony?"

"Farce?" Dorothy thought to himself. They were talking about locking up a man's genitals while he is dressed like a woman, performing a tradition that was only intended for women.

"That's the farce," he thought. Even though Dorothy saw these women as ridiculous clowns of society, though he did agree with what was going to be done to Martin and wanted to make sure it was a huge humiliating moment in Martin's life.

These women were the same type minds and thought process that allows these type situations to occur to people like Martin and himself.

"I do have a person that has agreed. Her name is Tabatha. She is a six foot tall professional dominitrix who is willing to do this."

"Six foot tall? This amazon will stick out like a sore thumb," Elenore said in disbelief.

"Submissive men tremble in her presence," Dorothy said with a smirk on his face.

"This is not some trashy exhibition for sexual gratification ceremony," Elenore snapped in a self righteous way.

"It's not?" Dorothy quipped right back at her mocking the entire concept of the ceremony.

"This is a precious moment of commitment and innocence by a loving wife to her husband. By proclaiming publicly his undying love for the Baron in front of friends and family and publicly announcing his desire to be placed in chastity as a symbol of that love to only one man," Elenore said with passion.

"Yeah, well I think Lady Vargos sucking the Baron's dick does more for that than this silly ceremony your doing," Dorothy said with a smirk.

"How dare you. We're simply assisting this young man in his desire to publicly proclaim his commitment to his husband," Elenore scolded him taking a step towards him.

"I don't think you have much choice Elenore," a new voice chimed in. It was Alice. She smiled and looked to Elenore. "Oh dear, another major social dilema you have created here."

"This woman he is talking about bringing in is a professional whore Alice. This is suppose to be done with respect, understanding and dignity by those close to the family."

"While you and your friends watch?" Alice cut in.

"It's the tradition. How can I bring a whore in here and have her touching the Baron's wives..." she hesitated.

"His what Elenore? Private parts?" Alice said finishing the sentence for her. "You'd feel so much better if it were one of the ladies in this group here were handling the Baron's wife's...private parts?"

"It's the traditional way."

"Marcia Vargos is a little less of the traditional housewife. Wouldn't you say? I mean he is a wife and he also has a penis. Do any of you other ladies have a penis?"

She then glanced at Dorothy, "Not you darling." She then turned back to the others.

"Is there someone in this room that wants to handle the Baron's wife's penis and testicles in front of all these other women while attempting to put him in a chastity device? Hmmm? A lot different than just putting a belt through a woman's legs and locking it wouldn't you say?"

"But she's a whore Alice."

"Ok then, we will pay her discretely and make sure she washes her hands before she starts. How's that. Maybe a whore is what we need for this type ceremony. It was suggested by another male bride after all," Alice said to the quiet room.

After a long moment the women began mumbling amongst themselves. This was a difficult decision. Then finally Elenore looked to Dorothy.

"You make sure this woman is dressed properly for the evening and that her conduct does not cause any undue attention or problems. She is to keep her mouth shut and there will be no solicitation of any of the men at this ceremony."

Dorothy burst out laughing. They were more worried about their husbands being attracted to this woman than any scene she might make on her own. What great marriages these women must be in.

"Don't worry about solicitations ladies. Her fee for the evening will be enough I promise you."

"And just how much would that be. It shouldn't take her very long to do this."

"Does it matter?" Dorothy asked looking straight at Elenore. "She's not some two bit whore charging by the hour. This is not some cheap trick she picked up from off the street. She's charging what she can get. Half up front and half after the lock is snapped shut. Take it or leave it."

"Oh they'll take it darling," Alice said with a laugh. "They have no choice really," she said looking at them with amusement. "You played this nicely," Alice said quietly to Dorothy.

"I have no idea what you mean," he said to her.

"Oh well. See you all at the ceremony then," Alice said as she left the room where the meeting was breaking up.

"Another girly man, and quite attractive," Alice said to herself of Dorothy's appearance. "What is this world coming to anyway?"