The Mysterious Village of St. Sienna Ch. 06

Anne Walters slathered on the suntan oil along her leg while her future daughter-in-law Colleen checked the markets on her I-phone. The water gently lapping up from the Mediterranean Sea added to the scenic view of the topless beach on the French Riviera.

One after the next larger than the one before the passing yachts seemed to be competing for attention in their size and majesty. The occasional sound of their horns blasting loud announcing their egotistical approach suddenly had one moving between the others.

The bubble-gum pink color made the 160 foot long yacht stand out from the other more traditional masculine looking one's.

Anne lifted her binoculars to see a wealthy woman lounging in the spacious rear being waited on by a collection of naked men. The name in back read 'my world'. Her finger adjusted the lens to see at the side of her chair 3 boyish looking 20-ish something twinks tanning lay on towels as though part of her stable of captured ponies.

Taking a closer look as one lifted to put lotion on her legs she saw his pubic hair had been shaved off denuded of hair like the rest of his thin body. Large and muscled-up a tall man stood next to her chair holding a tray with a single champagne flute to go with the bottle.

Sticking straight out the impressive manly rod stood at attention held in place by what looked to be a cock ring. As though there for her mere amusement she paid him no mind.

Anne whispered under her breath.

"Queen of all she perceives...now there is a woman that leads by example."

The statement drew Colleen's attention away from her phone. 20 to 40 words per minute with gusts up to 60 she had always been a 'fast-talker'.

"You know Anne...I've always wanted to go to a topless beach in France...the women here seem so free and unrestrained."

Absent of any tan lines a shake of her lovely c-cups acted as a silent confirmation of her statement.

Continuing to look Anne watched as the woman's hand ran along the naked butt of the manly servant. As though treating him more like an object than a person maintaining his disciplined posture his erection lurched on her touch.

"Ooh la la! ...Some more than others I would add Colleen."

The scrambled eggs on the brim of the cap told Anne the woman that came over to the owner wearing dress-white pants and matching short sleeve shirt with shoulder epaulettes was the captain of the vessel. Nodding her head the woman pilot motioned towards the helm only to see the boat turn out to sea moments later.

"Oh I like that...a seasoned ocean-going female captain with male underlings as her crew."

Pitchforking her fingers into her hair in an attempt to create more volume Colleen spoke.

"I wonder what our boys are doing right now."

Part of her was still having a hard time believing that Albert's and Frank's trip to the village of St. Sienna would actually change them into what they'd been told.

"Let's take a walk along the shoreline Anne before we stop for lunch at the cabanas by the yacht club...aren't you thrilled the big box store bought you guys out...why you now have 'fuck-you' money and can do whatever you want."

"I suppose your right Colleen I learned long ago a married woman should always be part of the decision making in her husband's company...yet still a profit 260 million after taxes buys a lot of freedom."

Wealthy enough to do it Anne had set up the trip on the French coast line that included stops at St. Tropez. It had been there that the actress Bridgette Bardot first shed her inhibitions along with her bathing suit top in the iconic movie 'And God Created Women'.

Ever since that risquée display in the 50's the French actress had been given credit for moving the needle on what was and wasn't acceptable to do for a woman and her body.

The gentle movement of both women's breasts felt so natural with the two of them enjoying the stroll while lightly holding the hand of the other. A glance downward Anne took in the sight of the t-girl sun-bathing wearing sunglasses and nothing else but a locked chastity cage. She couldn't help but think it was another sign of the advancement of women as whole in society. A smile on her face Colleen spoke.

"Is that what I think it is Anne?"

"Yes Colleen... it seems the lovely thing's master or mistress deems it best she be caged and locked."

"That should be part of the welcoming package for newlywed couples at the conclusion of the ceremony ...boy could I have used that a few times back home."

She thought about all the times Albert would come home after a night of drinking and near demand sex with her.

Anne replied

"I'm surprised they haven't become more popular...then again maybe they will over time...I think every woman would benefit from being the keyholder."

Bending to pick up a seashell Anne thought about what Colleen had said concerning their men Frank and Albert and what they were doing in that moment. It had been two months yet come Tuesday morning Colleen and her would be taking the carriage ride to the village of St. Sienna to see for themselves.

The older woman Bridgette stood out front of her lingerie and intimate wear shop. Staring at the display window Bridgette had taken a liking to Claire thinking Albert the former male would make for a talented model.

No longer bashful at her appearance on display Claire now often smiled while prancing around in nothing but heels and bra and panties sets as the women of the village looked on.

Yet that morning her look was different... a ballgag in place in her mouth had Claire bound to a BDSM cross for all walking by to see.

Her instincts had told Bridgette something was amiss with Claire. Mood swings and headaches the tell-tale signs were present 3 times the last week she threw up in the morning while at the shop. Claire had commented her tender and swollen breasts seemed even more sensitive than normal and feeling a fatigue some days was urinating more than she usually did.

The woman decided it might be best to have a sit-down perhaps even later that day after the boutique closed for business.

Having moved Amelie frequently inside what also pleased the seasoned shop-keep was how talented she was at selling. Before arriving at the village Frank's ability to get clients to buy more than they wanted had him building a successful company in the housing construction arena.

As things changed in his life over the last two months he had trouble remembering that he even had a company much less that it was on the cusp of being bought out in negotiations with a large conglomerate.

Near the corset section in the store Amelie stared at floor mirror speaking with the pretty saleswoman mentoring her. The piece pinched in at her waist yet the t-girl enjoyed the look and feel of the sexy corset. A pretty collection of small feathers in her hair added to the feminine whimsy of her look.

A burst of white ruffles ran along the top of the cups holding her breasts on display. 5 strips of white satin were evenly spaced below resting against a crimson background.

"You're right Siobhan...this corset does make my boobies look bigger."

A few years earlier acting on a hunch after hearing the tale of the village of St. Sienna the attractive male had departed Dublin leaving her home in Ireland hoping it was true. Hiking his way up the mountain in the afternoon he found the crevice opening and fell asleep once through much like had happened 2 years later to Albert and Frank.

Waking up the next mid-morning in the cottage he discovered it belonged to the woman he would come to address as Mistress or Domina Bridgette. Bolting out of bed the pair of boobies jostling he ran to the mirror delighted to see he'd become the 'new' girl he had always wanted to be.

Seeing the look of lovely breasts and vagina on a shapely body she knew she never more would feel the shameful secret of dressing how she had always felt she should.

That first afternoon watching her slip on the bra and pantie set followed by the pair of tights the shop owner knew the t-girl would make for a lovely addition to her sales staff in her intimate wear store. Putting her in a corset and stockings and skyscraper heels next the t-girl oozed femininity

Ultra-feminine she asked Mistress Bridgette if she could be called the name.

In her heart the talented lrish lass knew 'Siobhan' lived in her soul.

Bridgette spoke.

"I like the name yet let's add Marie...hence forth you'll answer to the name Siobhan Marie."

"Yes Mistress Bridgette...if you think it's best."

It was the obedient way Siobhan answered that let the Domina know she had a new protégé that would likely enjoy the BDSM practice of bondage the woman was skilled in administering.

Amelie pivoted in her heels to look at herself once more. As she turned her little metal chastity caged jangled.

"Siobhan...why do some end up with vagina's like my friend Claire and others have a little plaything still?"

Made pretty with polished nails Siobhan Marie's fingers jostled the tiny orbs in the little ball-sac.

"So gammy don't these look quite cute...this little t-girl 'clitty' of yours Amelie...what is it 2" or 3" when its hard?...as to some having vaginas I guess it's part of the mystery of the village I suppose...more than just jammy...I think you have to really want it with all your heart...you know...to truly be a woman...in mind body and soul...that's what I felt."

Siobhan lifted her skirt for as long as she could remember she knew she needed to have a vagina to feel complete. Having a thing for expensive lingerie the beautiful woman pulled her pretty panties down to show off her pussy.

No longer burdened with the bump of a male penis and balls in a pair of knickers instead Siobhan Marie had the exquisite look of a labia and lips of a vulva that only a woman is graced with. She briefly let her single finger toy with the little nub of a clit 'flicking the bean' the Irish beauty pulled the delicate lace trimmed panties back up into place.

In an enticing womanly brogue only those in her native country had she declared.

"Tis sure as it's true...Who wouldn't want to possess one of these between their legs?...why the fragrance alone has been enough to send men off to hames battling in war."

Her finger wet with feminine juice Siobhan Marie ran it under Amelie's nose leaving behind a glittering wetness with the aroma overpowering that of her perfume. Amelie felt a pang of jealousy now knowing what she meant as the woman continued.

"...though being here going on 3 years I've known some whose conversion happens later so you just never know...maybe one day my 'Mot'...you'll wake to find a lovely vagina between your legs."

Just then Bridgette asked for Amelie to come to the front of the lingerie boutique.

"Honey slipped into the other front window display...Estelle your mentor is waiting."

"Yes Ma'am."

Stepping into the showcase area he'd first been put on display in Amelie saw the small padded leather piece in the center. It took a few minutes before he was bent over secured by cuffs with his legs spread. The taut strains on the garter straps coming off the corset could be seen as his chastity caged dangled between his legs in clear view.

Lifting his head slightly looking up he opened his mouth so Estelle could slip the ball-gag into place. Not long after Estelle let fly with the wooden paddle to his bum a crowd started to gather.

Part of Amelie felt like he was in one of those 'first floor' windows so popular in Amsterdam. Back when he was a man he'd snuck away on a business trip to Europe just to say he'd been there when bragging with his golfing mates.

Gigi and Fifi glanced out the window of the dance studio on the 2nd floor of Giselle's saloon. They could see a collection of women in front of 'Bridgette's fine lingerie and intimate wear' shop.

The two were discovering it was hard work to learn all the dance moves required to become Can-can dancers.

Nadine yelled out to the 4 female dancers.

"Kick...1, 2 3...now turn...swing those pretty butts...let those petticoats bounce off your legs...now again kick 1, 2 and 3."

Alone with Yvonne and her roommate Zelda arm in arm with Gigi and Fifi the four were put through their paces. Lifting their leg knee high they'd drop it and kick out holding the petti's aloft showing off their chastity cages.

"Smile...remember we're having fun...that's it...drop then lift ...yesss...now kick out those petticoats suggestively and spin your legs at the ankle while holding your knees up."

The Can-can dance which literally means 'scandal' in French looked easy to do yet was not. A song playing in half-time was used to set the pace. A half turn of the hips was followed by arms moving across the body holding the billowing petticoats and hems of the colorful skirts with legs lifting and dropping then with arms linked and legs lifting once more kicking outward designed to show of the stockings and ruffled panties.

For years after it was created it was thought by prudes to be disreputable for women to even be in such close contact.

Nadine left the four dancing and went to the other end of the studio putting her hair in a sloppy bun as she walked. Picking up her set of knives she spun the large wooden wheel. A good 20 feet back she began tossing the knives one at a time as the board spun around.

It was considered to be a friendly rivalry between Bridgette's lingerie shop and 'Madeline's house of fashion'.

Inside the clothing store Yvette slipped in and out of outfits before seeing the peignoir set. Putting it on she loved the way the sheer chiffon held her large breasts in the wireless cups hoping her Domina Claudine would like it as well.

Madeline held up a few of the different types of phalluses for Claudine to see. Slipping one on Claudine commented as she gave it a stroke

"I can see why they might like these things...I get sort of power rush when I clutch it though it does feel odd to have the balls attachment."

Madeline spoke.

"Here let me adjust the strap a touch...there is a batch of harmless cream in the ball-sac...safe to swallow I suggest you heat it up when at home for greater affect."

Giving a pull she stood back.

"You look like a natural Domina with that on."

Both women's heads turned on hearing Yvette walk up to them. Giving a spin in the peignoir set she asked.

"Ms. Claudine...you like?"

Claudine held the piece and turned showing off the strap-on cock affixed to her hips.

"First you tell me...what do you think?"

The blush quickly took to Yvette's cheeks on seeing a 7" cock protruding out from the strap-on piece. All it took was a few seconds before Yvette felt a wetness in her pussy. Nodding her head Yvette looked at her domina.

"Yes Ms. Claudine...I like very much Ma'am...any chance we will be going home soon?"

A girlish giggle coming out Yvette joined in with the other women laughing at her timely comment. A look at her woman told Yvette she should fall to her knees.

Pouting her lips her mouth slid onto the lifelike cock. Her hand came up just to feel what it would be like to hold the dick. With Claudine easing it in and out Yvette felt a wave of submissiveness wash over her. In his days as a male he'd always thought any woman who sucked a cock was a lesser being than a man.

"That's my girl...just a taste...Madeline doesn't she look so pretty with a cock in her mouth."

A slight gag at first too long to take in Yvette did her best to go half way down the piece. With her lips swirling around the head she saw a customer walk up to Madeline.

"Madeline do you have this in..."

Her eyes looked down at Yvette on her knees sucking the phallus.

"...I guess some beta women just can't get enough huh...has she been taught to swallow yet?...anyway I was wondering do you have this top in turquoise?"

End of part 6 ...