The Life and Times of Lady Vargos Ch. 09

Martin was perturbed as he walked down the hallway at a brisk pace his heels clicking loudly on the hard wood floor. The skirt of his knee length dress swished back and forth as he moved with a bit of exaggerated hip and shoulder movement with fingers slightly pointed out and palms facing down, just in case somebody was monitoring him.

"Bunch of crazy assholes. Nobody walks like this in real life," he hissed under his breath. Nobody else except him. He was required to. He realized two of the maids were now watching him finding humor in the young man's exaggerated efforts. His daintily out turned fingers out now curled into two fist of frustration as he continued walking.

He had adapted quickly to walking this way and had found it not too difficult since his daily treadmill walks were done in much the same way. The walk was so funny, but cute, for others to see as they watched this crossdressed man attempting to immolate the walk of a runway model as best he could in 5" spike heels for all to admire. Humiliation? Oh yes, he was overwhelmed with humiliation every time someone looked his way, especially the giggling girls who found so much amusement in his appearance and lifestyle he had "chosen".

Both of Martin's nipples ached from the new daily process that had been started on him that very morning while his hair was being done.

The Vow ceremony was getting close and Martin's morning routine was becoming anything but routine. More people who would be part of the evenings proceedings were showing up to coordinate the how, where, and when of the events festivities. Martin knew almost none of them, having seen a few of them before only for a moment in other social settings. Martin was not the social butterfly some of the other women were. At least not yet.

As humiliated as Martin felt this ceremony would be, he had not realized there was so much more going on behind the scenes to prepare, and it was all coming together now.

He was filled with mixed emotions as he walked. Looking down now at his long shaven legs extending from the swaying skirt of his dress, and his red painted toes painfully on display through the small opening of his 5" peep toe pumps, just brought all the reality back.

"I am a damn pervert," he thought.

Uncertainty was always the biggest element in his confused life as this caused apprehension, nervousness, and now he even felt fear. Martin feared the unknown. Fear of what these crazy people were capable of. And he had been right to do so. He now knew they could do anything they desired to him and he could not stop it. Martin contemplated running out the front door and take his chances that way. It had already been a bad morning and it was going to get worse for him.

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The morning had started off as any other day.

"Sorry I'm late girls," Lisa said entering the room full of energy that matched her bubbly personality. "I had an unexpected delay. Something came up this morning and I had to take care of it," Lisa said smiling at Martin. "You know just what I'm talking about don't you Mrs. Vargos?"

Lisa was wearing tight fitting jeans that reached the top of her ankles and red 3" pumps this morning. Martin had found her so erotic the day before and had actually felt his penis reacting seeing her in a skirt and high heels. But he would be spared that today, besides he hated her.

"Lisa, you need to be more responsible with your time,"Leanne said getting the hair setting lotions and curlers out to do Martin's hair.

That morning as Martin sat strapped in the styling chair and Leanne did his hair, Lisa informed him that he was to receive some instruction from another woman on how a proper Lady that had taken the Vow should act publicly after her chastity device was installed. Lisa normally schooled Martin in his etiquette and social graces but this is one she knew little about.

"I don't know much about the woman, but I heard she was quite educated in these types of traditional ceremonies," Lisa said setting Martins clothes out for the day.

"Oh great. Another deranged woman to tell me how I am suppose to act in order to humiliate myself properly in public."

Leanne and Lisa giggled at his remark.

"She is a counselor. She helps young men transition into their new feminine situations and she also helps men struggling with transgender issues. Maybe she can help with your transgender issues too Mrs. Vargos. Bring out the real woman that is living dormant inside you," Lisa grinned giving Martin a tweak on the cheek.

"Now Lisa, Mrs. Vargos is not going to be a woman. He is going to be a proud crossdressing man. He just wants to look and act like a woman, not be one. That is what we want to help him be and you must remember that," Leanne corrected her.

Leanne then looked at Martin and grinned.

"Even though he did express to me a desire to be a woman and have a sex change once. Isn't that right Mrs. Vargos." Leanne said turning his head so she could start putting curlers in his hair.

"I don't want to be a woman. I don't want to dress like one either, if my opinion means anything," Martin said dismissively of Leanne's statement.

Leanne pointed in the mirror at Martin.

"You told me you wanted a sex change and wanted to be a woman. Did you not?" Leanne said staring at him stopping what she was doing."

"Yes, I did say that. I was upset and confused at the time. I wanted out of this marriage bad enough I said it," he said backing off.

"Really?" Lisa exclaimed surprised, "Well I guess we are making some progress then aren't we. The thought of all that manhood hanging under your dress makes this all seem a little ridiculous doesn't it," Lisa said looking at Martin with a huge smile.

"It's not what you think Lisa! I had reasons for saying what I said," Martin spat out irritated but accustomed to her remarks about him becoming a real woman.

"Well, the counselors name is Jessica. She will be working with you this evening and tomorrow on proper, ladylike etiquette for the ceremony."

Martin was stunned. Jessica? It had to be the counselor from the spa who like to use physical persuasive means in her instructions and very effectively. Because of her, he was walking about the house like some bimbo super model even when no one was around, because she had said he would be monitored and she would be available for extra instruction if needed.

"Your husband will be spending this evening with his concubine so you will be able to concentrate on your deportment lessons. How's that?" Lisa asked excited about the whole thing.

"I can't wait," he said not looking at her.

"Good. I'll mention that sex change conversation you had to her also. She may feel you need some extra counseling on that point," Lisa said.

"Please don't do that Lisa," Martin said softly sounding sincere.

"But why? Maybe she can help bring out all that suppressed womanhood inside you. So many transgender men wait so long and live as men simply because they are afraid of what others will say about them, " Lisa said seriously,"Maybe she can help you work through that."

"Lisa, that's enough," Leanne said looking up from her task.

"Please just don't do that. Promise me you wont say a thing about it." Martin looked at her now. "This woman doesn't have a sense of humor."

"You know her?" Lisa said surprised.

"From the spa. She was a counselor there, you could say," Martin said.

"Ok. I understand. You have enough going on already with the ceremony and all to prepare for. Maybe another time would be more appropriate," Lisa agreed.

"LISA! Enough with the transgender talk. Lady Vargos is a man and will remain so. That's the way his husband wants it," Leanne said turning Martin's head.

That statement caused a chill down Martin's spine. Not Lisa's over enthusiastic transgender ramblings but the last words Leanne just spoke.

"That's the way his husband want's it." Did this suggest the Baron could simply change his mind and Martin's entire anatomy be forcibly changed because of a whim of one man? That had happened to Dorothy and it had been Martin's father that made those choices for him.

Martin had been told that if he were a woman that would nullify the marriage agreement with the Baron. They had a same sex marriage license after all. Maybe she was only referring to the fact that the Baron preferred him as a crossdressed man. Martin hoped that was the case.

There was a small tapping at the door that broke Martin's thought process.

"The appointment is here," the maid said to Leanne sticking her head in the door.

"Ok, We're ready." Leanne said stopping for a moment. She had the top of Martin's head set on curlers. The rest of his hair she had combed out straight waiting for her to finish.

A tall amazon of a woman walked in the room. She was wearing a red blouse and a short black leather skirt. Her fingernails exquisitly done and painted black except the fourth fingernail on each hand was a deep red.

"Hi, I'm Tabatha," she said in a rather pleasant voice. She saw Martin sitting in the styling chair completely strapped in.

She smiled at his predicament, "This must be the right place," she said looking at Martin.

"I was told you were coming this morning," Leanne said. "This is Mrs. Vargos."

"What is going on here Leanne!" Martin demanded. "Why is she here?"

"Mrs. Vargos please." Leanne said trying settle Martin down.

Tabatha was carrying a briefcase. Martin watched her as she walked purposely into the room wearing 6" heels making her a towering force of intimidation. Tabatha had provided most of Martin's physical anguish at the spa at the request of Jessica.

"Get out of this house now," Martin said in a stern voice trying to use his authority as headmistress of the house. This was one of those areas though that were out of Martin's control. It seemed things that happened in this room were being authorized by someone that was in absolute charge of his transformation process. He watched helplessly as Tabatha lay the briefcase on the counter and opened it.

She began taking out numerous items and laying them on the counter and then Martin recognized the suction cups that were used on his nipple at the spa.

"GET HER OUT OF HERE LEANNE!!" Martin yelled.

All three women turned at the sudden outburst from Martin. Martin was twisting and squirming against his bonds.

"Mrs. Vargos. Please! I was informed that you might be upset with this procedure," Leanne said, "But this procedure is going to be done."

"What procedure?" Martin snapped looking to each of them for an answer.

"He may have to be held," Lisa said looking at him struggle now.

"I do have another headrest that straps and holds the head in place. Do you think we are going to need it?" Leanne asked the woman.

"I think he is restrained enough," Tabatha said looking at Martin's futile attempts to get loose. It was just more a show of how anger and contempt he had for the woman. Martin couldn't just sit there passively with this sadistic bitch standing there and him bound helplessly at her mercy.

"NO LEANNE!!" Martin yelled.

"We may want to quiet him down though so I can instruct you on how to do this without all the interruptions."

"I can tape his mouth shut if you like," Leanne said getting the tape from the drawer as if she was just doing a job and not feeling any of Martin's desperation or concerns.

"Yes, that would be good," Tabatha said taking the tape from Leanne.

"NO LEANNE!" Martin yelled again.

"Perhaps you two should wait outside while I gag him and get him ready. Then you can come back in and we'll get started," Tabatha said walking them to the door.

Tabatha walked back in the room and stood in front of Martin.

"I see you remember me;" she said firmly and a tilt of the head.

"Why are you here?" Martin hissed at her. "I've been walking properly."

Tabatha reached into the bag and pulled out a wooden spoon. It was painted black. She showed it to Martin without saying a word. Her facial expression was almost emotionless, but there was a knowing look about her.

"What are you going to do to me? Why do you have to torture me like this?" he hissed. "I'm doing the best I can."

"Oh I don't have to use this. This is not an instrument of torture actually Mrs. Vargos. I see this is an instructional aid actually. Doesn't have to be used at all unless you insist." She now looked at him and smiled. "It's up to you. Does it need to be used?"

"You're a twisted sadistic bitch. You enjoy using that on a man that can't help himself don't you."

"Yes, that may be true, and I have no qualms with administering this firmly to a man's balls when needed if that's what you mean Mrs. Vargos. That's what a lot of men even pay me to do to them. Of course I am much more thorough with your balls and hit them much harder. You have become a very profitable client all of a sudden and I want you get your moneys worth."

"The Baron put you up to this didn't? Does he tell you why I must be tortured more than I already have been? I'd like to know why." Martin tried to stare her down.

"I've never met your husband the Baron. I am working for a counseling firm, and am told he is very happy with the results they are achieving. I am just hired to do a job. As far as I'm concerned you are just a faggot in a dress in need of my services."

"Who is it that is paying you to do this to me then?" Martin wanted to know who was involved. "Who says I need your services."

"Look, I have a job to do Mrs. Vargos. I'm being paid very well. I will be putting the chastity device on you at the ceremony you know," she laughed, "It's funny none of the women in this type social environment have a clue about how to put a cock and ball restraint on a man. So they had to come to me to do it."

"I'm glad you were available and so willing," Martin said in a sarcastic manner.

"Oh, but one of their husbands are familiar with wearing one. I've put cock restraints on him myself before tying him up for an hour for being a bad boy."

Martin just stared off. Phoebe would love information like that. He could maybe get his name off the front page of the gossip tabloids.

"Now I'm sure you don't want sore balls the day before they get bound and strapped tightly in a rather uncomfortable position. Do you?"

She held up the tape.

"What are those cups for? Why is that being done to me?" he asked.

"Let me tape your mouth shut first. Then I will tell you what is going to be done. Then I will bring the girls back in and show them how to do it."

She put the tape to his lips and waited for him to close his mouth and accept it. Martin reluctantly closed his mouth and she pulled a strip of tape across his lips and and his cheeks. She expertly took two more strips and crossed them across his mouth. The strips were long almost reaching each ear. She ran her fingers over the tape adhering it to his face.

"There now. I would have preferred a ball gag, but this will do for now. Say something for me."

Martin stared at her. He wasn't going to amuse her with such a gesture.

"Say something fag boy or I'll accept your screaming if you prefer," she said picking up the spoon.

"UUMMPPPHHHH... UUUMMM...IIMMPPHH," Martin managed.

Tabatha laughed.

"That was much better," she said putting the spoon down.

"Now, here is what I understand is going to happen to you. This is not a discussion by the way." she said, "so just listen."

Martin looked at her as she sat down and picked up one of the suction cups. She opened his robe revealing his bare chest and placed it over his nipple.

"The suction cups are going to be used daily on you for a few weeks. I understand your husband has delayed a business trip for this ceremony and will be leaving right after it is over."

She held it to his chest.

"The strong suction in these cups is to stretch the nipple and the area around it. This will be done during your morning routine in this chair while your hair is being done. At least that's my understanding."

Martin's began breathing in short nervous gasp through his nose as if he may start crying any moment. It seemed many people were planning this like it was a simple normal thing to do to a man.

"After a week or so, you will be visited by a person come will come in and several injections will be administered around each of your aerolas which will cause them to swell and be puffy looking. Your nipples will be puffed up and stand out nicely on their own after that is done. There may be tubes placed in your nipples for permanent erect nipples in the future. I'm not sure, and of course a doctor would do that procedure for you."

There was a numbness that came over Martin. Surprisingly he didn't react at all to this news. Just a certain feeling of the inevitable. It was coming and now he knew it.

"Ok? Don't worry, your nipples will be very stylish. For a faggot like yourself," she said smiling at his despair.

"So let me bring the girls in and show them how to us the suction cups. Can you go along with the program right now, or do I need to ask you again in ten minutes," she said picking up the spoon and looking at it.

Martin knew exactly what she was saying. He could cooperate and allow her to pump both his nipples painfully into the tubes without squirming and objecting openly. Or he could resist her efforts, and have his balls paddled expertly for ten minutes by her with the spoon, then have both his nipples painfully pumped into the tubes anyway. It wasn't acceptance, just a lesser of two evils.

"Mrs. Vargos, beauty requires a little discomfort at times. And your discomfort time starts right now," Tabatha said as she went to the door and called Lisa and Leanne back in.

"Are you the one who will be doing the daily nipple pumping?" Tabatha asked Leanne.

"Oh no. That will be Lisa. I'll be doing his hair while that's all being done."

Martin looked about nervously.

"Ummpphh!" Martin snorted.

The entire process was discussed while Tabatha placed the cups on Martin's nipples and ratcheted the handled till both his nipples were pulled inside the cups properly and both Martin's eyes were tightly closed dealing with the extreme discomfort of them being pulled into the small cups. She then removed the cups then allowed Lisa to put them on him.

Lisa seemed giddy with excitement as she pumped the first nipple into the cup quickly. When she was done she looked at Martin's anguished face.

"Oh, it can't be that bad ma'am," she said holding his chin so he faced her.

"Then after you have the suction cups in place, he will need to sit with them on for awhile," Tabatha said.

"He sits under the dryer for 45 minutes," Leanne said.

"That would be perfect. Then you can remove the cups. His nipples will be very sore, so you may wish to tape a pad over each one to stop his bra from rubbing against them. Once his nipples are injected I wouldn't worry about the pads anymore." Tabatha said standing up and preparing to leave. "I believe the discomfort then would be appropriate."

"How exciting Mrs. Vargos. You're getting little budding breast nipples," Lisa said.

Martin glared at her.

After Tabatha left, Lisa released one of the cups and then pumped it up again to Martin's obvious discomfort.

"Lisa come over here for a moment," Leanne said before taking the gag off Martin and resuming putting curlers in his hair.

"What's the problem now," Lisa said like it was her mom scolding her for coming in to late.

"We are supposed to be professional here. That is a young man who is about to have his breast altered to be more, well it's not even womanlike, it's more to satisfy someone else's fetish desires. He is nervous and scared I'm sure, and you need to understand that. Converting a young man into a feminized male bride is not just a change in his looks. It is a change in the way he thinks too. Remember that," Leanne said softly but firmly.