Life and Time of Lady Vargos Ch. 16

"A Sympathetic Ear"

Martin made his way to the car that was waiting down near the end of the driveway. It was a long walk for Martin, especially in his high heels on the cobble stone drive, being careful not to make a misstep and twist an ankle or fall. He pranced the best he could under the circumstances, hands out and a bit of a sashay in his hip movement because he knew he was being observed. Because of the mistake the day before when he had thought the insurance adjuster was Darren and gave him a blow job, he was a little more cautious when he approached this time. Looking into the car first he asked,

"Are you my ride?"

The man grinned at Martin. He had never seen a feminized male before and found the sight quite amusing.

"Yes I am. Jump in," he said patting the seat for Martin.

Martin got into the car and looked straight ahead ignoring the man that was driving. It was hard because the man was definitely checking Martin out.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" the guy said looing at him in the miror.

"Yes. Yes I do," Martin said in his male voice. "I'd prefer if we didn't have any conversation during the ride. I have a lot on my mind right now."

Martin didn't need any inquiries into why he dresses like a woman or does it bother him being seen like this. He could just tell by the look on the man's face that was where he was going with all this. He was amused and Martin found no humor what so ever in being dressed like a woman for a public outing.

They rode quietly. Martin looked straight ahead with both hands holding his purse in his lap as he was taken to meet Darren. Martin closed his long lashed eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, as he considered what was about to happen. It was simple really. Meet Darren in a public place on the fringe of town somewhere few people knew him. Have lunch, then go to a motel and have sex with him.

Martin bit his lower lip for a moment. He was going to actually do this willingly. It had purpose for Martin instead of it being some man just using his butt hole as a tight warm lubricated orifice for to rub his dick in and deposit his semen. This was now a path to being single again. Oh he knew he would be seen publicly as a tramp. a whore and slut of a man, but he didn't care what they thought.

The area of town was was not the best. They had passed by a few adult bookstores and theatres. A lingerie shop with live models. Martin felt like he was in the redlight district of the city. He saw no streetwalkers or girls that looked like prostitutes, though they were probably there in the shadows. The penalty for that type of solicitation was severe in this country since concubine services were available and legal everywhere.

"Figures," he said under his breath. In a way it didn't surprise him that Constance would stage his adulterous sexual affair to happen in this part of town. It fit her plan to disgrace him perfectly. Sneaking out to the seedy part of town when his husband was away to have affairs with other men. Oh yeah it fit.

Martin reflected on the many times he had been to places like this himself and enjoyed the entertainment of these willing pretty young girls when he was a man. Wait...did he really just think that thought? When he was a man?

"I am a man," he growled under his breath through ruby red glossed lips.

"What was that?" the driver asked looking over at him.

"Nothing. Are we almost there?" Martin inquired.

"Just a couple of more blocks," the man said still with a smile on his face stealing glances of this man dressed like a woman, not as some kind of joke but seriously.

Finally Martin looked at the man. He was fed up with the look on the man's face.

"Do you know why you are bringing me down here?" Martin asked.

"I wasn't told anything except to make sure you got here safely and by a certain time."

Constance had done as she said she would do. She would keep as many people in the dark as possible. No need for this guy to know that this was a set up meeting. He was just a driver she had hired to do a job outside the manor.

"What was your question you wanted to ask me earlier?" Martin said looking at him confidently now. Martin was curious but gave a gentle slow flutter of his lashes for the man.

"Well, do you dress like this only when you come out here?" he said gesturing to the adult entertainment theme on the front of the buildings. "I mean it's none of my business, but it's just I have never seen a man go out dressed like a woman before, and you are kind of a convincing looking woman too. You don't dress like this all the time do you?"

He seemed to be less amused and more curious now. He also seemed unsure that he may have stepped over a line. Martin was surprised that this guy obviously didn't even know who he was.

"Yes, I dress like this all the time," Martin said seriously making the man feel uncomfortable for having said anything at all.

"Really," the man said, "Do you feel you are a woman?" he asked confused.

"I am a man just like you are and I wear women's clothes, and you are right, it is none of your business how I dress." Martin said as they pulled up to the destination.

Martin got out of the car without saying another word. He stood on the busy street looking about to see where he was to meet Darren. Then he heard a familiar voice.

"Almost didn't recognise you." It was Darren. Martin was wearing the large sunglasses, his hair color had been changed since they last met and he was in curlers covered with a large silk scarf that matched his dress. Martin stood out in the crowd though with his white dress with red polka dots and red high heel sandals. The total look drew attention to him no matter what and Darren was able to figure it was him when he saw the PCP collar around his neck.

Darren took Martin's arm and led him down the street to a coffee shop on the corner that had a few tables inside and a few on the sidewalk. They sat outside. The shop was open twenty four hours a day and usually catered to the night life people who frequented the area for entertainment and those that worked in the area that got off early in the mornings.

Martin sat across from Darren and looked about to see who might be staring at him, as there was always people that looked at him curious why he was dressed as he was, especially with the PCP collar that boldly read Transvestite/Crossdresser on it.

"My you look very special today Marcia," Darren said with a smile as he sat down and took Martin's hand in his. He moved Martin's wedding ring with his thumb and admired the long red nails that adorned the tips of Martin's fingers.

Martin nervously touched the side of his face with his other hand and looked around for the public reaction before slowly pulling back from Darren. People were glancing over and whispering to each other. Martin couldn't blame them. If he had seen himself walk up and sit down a year ago he would have been the most outspoken one in the area.

"I know you have done this many times before Darren and I respect you for knowing what you want and pursuing it, but please remember I am a straight man and this is very difficult for me," Martin said softly as he looked at him through the dark sunglasses.

"I understand Marcia. I am sympathetic to your situation believe me. I'm not really sure how to act here either."

He looked at Martin with a warm smile.

"Tell me how to proceed and will do my best."

Martin realized that this man seemed to have genuine concerns for his situation. Martin also knew this needed to be realistic to all that were watching. Martin knew he didn't have the stomach to lead this charade, so he would ask Darren to do so.

"Darren, I need you to treat me like a woman. A woman who is attracted to you and has desires for an intimate relationship with you." Martin's mouth was dry and he reached for a drink of water as his hand shook from the nervousness he was experiences.

"But I thought you said you didn't..."

Martin interrupted.

"I don't want to do this Darren, but I have to. My reluctance is such that I doubt I can lead on this. I need you to be aggressive in your pursuit of me so it looks realistic. I will try and respond likewise."

Martin lowered his glasses so Darren could now see his beautifully made up eyes and long false eyelashes.

"It will be difficult for me. Just please heed my words when I ask for you to slow down a little. I will be subtle, but there may be times I need some breathing room." he lowered his eyelids as he felt some shame in all this. His eyelids were covered in shadows of brilliant blues and lavenders. "When the humiliation and degradation of it all becomes more than I can stand. I am a man and I am attracted to women, so the way I look to you and what we are about to do together is completely contrary to who I really am. Do you understand what I am trying to say," Martin asked softly.

"Yes I do. I'm sorry you are in such a terrible situation. It's not right to force a man to do what you are forced to do. I mean there are many men out there that would volunteer their services to take your place. Stupid arranged marriages. That should have been done away with eons ago."

Martin slowly stretched out his hand and spread his fingers as if he was now modeling his red nails for Darren. He then put his hand gently back into Darren's. Martin smiled a real smile for maybe their first time since he was brought here.

"Thank you Darren," Martin said softly knowing this was the best he could have hoped for under the circumstances.

Martin now told Darren how he had been brought here and forcibly dressed as a woman for the wedding ceremony. How he was told that he was going to marry another man and live his life dressed as a woman only hours before the ceremony.

"That must have been devastating for you," Darren said with concern.

"It was," Martin said giving Darren's hand a gentle squeeze.

They ordered something to drink from the waitress. She had seen all types around this place and not even Martin's appearance caused her to raise and eyebrow.

Martin then told how he was forced to wear a Bliss Mask as he performed the Three Nights of Consummation ritual with his husband. An act that historically was performed by women to demonstrate their commitment and the virility of the husband. He then added, "It was the Bliss mask worn by my mother in law and my husbands sister on their wedding nights."

Darren kissed Martin's hand in a show of sympathy.

"I'm so sorry," Darren said softly.

"I was restrained and he pulled my hair and rode me like some perverted wild animal. I begged him to stop. He was hurting me," Martin moved his hand to his lips as a tear ran down the side of his face.

"It's OK," Darren said moving next to Martin and putting his arm around him.

"He did it night after night till the stupid ritual was over and then I was forced out into a public spectacle of a celebration of my repeated butt fuckings and they labeled me Lady Vargos."

Martin allowed Darren to console him as he laid his head on Darren's shoulder. It was the first time anyone cared about the injustice he was living.

"I am a man Darren. I want out of here."

"Shhhh. I will help you Marcia," he said now patting Martin on the curlers on his head.

"Here sit up for a moment," Darren said holding Martin's chin.

Darren loosened the scarf from under Martin's chin and removed it from around his head. The brush curlers and bright pink pins boldly exposed in straight rows. Darren took the scarf and formed it into a triangle again and then wrapped it around Martin's neck and tied a simple knot on one shoulder. The ends hung in front and back on one shoulder while scarf lay seductively across the other shoulder.

"There," he said sitting back to take a look. "At least that disgusting collar is covered."

Martin said nothing. He didn't know which was worse, having the Transvestite PCP collar exposed or a head full of curlers on display in public for all to see and laugh at, but he knew Darren was just trying to make things better. Martin looked at the man knowing that he was going to be fucked by him in the next hour or two. That's why he was here. Martin took a deep breath and decided not to discuss the past anymore today. It just caused him more emotional grief.

Martin knew it was time to get back to business, the business of divorce.

"Kiss me gently on the cheek and then on the neck," Martin said softly.

Martin smiled as Darren kissed his cheek and then Martin playfully rolled his head to the side so Darren could kiss his neck.

"That should be enough public display of affection for now," Martin said.

Martin was pleased that Darren didn't try to push things any further and did as Martin had asked.

"Thank you," Martin said smiling like a girl that wanted more.

"Let's finish our drinks and then give me a short but deep kiss on the lips. Touch me in some way as to indicate your desires and gives the appearance of my surrender to your desires for the perverts watching, then we can go."

"We will walk to the motel then like it was just a place of convenience for us. Good plan," Darren said.

They finished their drinks and Darren did as Martin had asked putting his hand behind Martin's neck and kissing him deeply on the lips while cupping and squeezing one of Martin's padded bra cups while bystanders gave passing glances at the gay couple having a moment. Martin rotated his head passionately twice on the kiss which he thought was long enough, then pulled away from Darren.

Darren then stood up smiling and took Martin's hand as he stood. Darren noticed Martin's toenails for the first time. They were painted two different colors. The big toe on his right foot a bright blue and the other toes a bright green. The other foot was just the opposite with the big toe a bright green and the rest of his toes blue. They were long and immaculately cared for.

"Look at those toenails. Playful and sexy, I like them," Darren said looking at them squeezed together in the red high heels.

"I'm glad someone likes them. Would you like yours done the same way Darren? I could do them for you right here. We could walk down the street together and have people stare at us like we are some kind of freaks, pointing and laughing at us. Would you like that?" Martin said in a dismissive tone.

"No, I'm afraid I wouldn't like that at all," he said.

"Neither do I. But I have to do it. I have no choice. I'm told how my toenails will look, not asked," Martin wiggling them to make his point.

Darren was caught off guard but realized that Martin didn't appreciate compliments on feminine aspects of his appearance.

"Sorry," he said truthfully, but he really found them sexy. The colors and length were not something you saw in public everyday. Darren had a foot fetish and Martin was turning him on by just standing there.

"It's OK Darren. Walk me to the motel so we can get this day over with," Martin said with a sarcastic smile and taking Darren's hand.

Darren seemed a little hurt at Martin's sudden tone, but they walked hand in hand down the street toward the motel. In 5" heels he and Darren were almost the same height. A couple of girls turned back and looked at Martin and Darren after they passed by and began laughing out loud amongst themselves. Martin did have a rather exaggerated heel toe walk with a gentle swinging of his arm. Slightly bent at the elbow and limp wrist. It was funny to the girls because they knew he was a man, but he did look nice walking that way,

The rest of this experience would be all business at least for Martin.