Martin Hastings
"A Lady No More"
Chapter 3
"No damn it," Martin said to Sarah. "Look what they did to my nipples," Martin said opening his robe for Darren and Sarah to see. "This is not a joke. I'm not a play thing. "This is my body they did this to."
They had arrived a couple of hours earlier to find Martin naked sitting in a chair hands cuffed behind his back, almost distraught about the injections he had been given around his nipples. He was now free from his cuffs and wearing a terry cloth robe while discussions continued on how to proceed in this divorce.
Martin insisted that his femininity stop immediately. Sarah had told him he would have access to her counsel and he was free to leave the estate and go into town anytime he pleased, so why would he continue this masquarade.
"Martin please listen. This is the best way to go forward," she said trying to reason with him.
"You're not the one being asked to dress like a woman and make a fool of yourself," he snapped back.
"Is that how you see it?" she asked. "You've been living dressed as a woman for how long now? Do you really think that doing it a while longer will raise any eyebrows? It's who the public is used to seeing anyway."
"I want everyone to know I was forced to do this. I was a prisoner. A sex slave," he snapped.
"Nobody out there really cares Martin," she said softly back at him.
Martin looked at Darren and then back at Sarah.
"What about criminal activity. They can't just get away this," he said in a loud voice.
"You are still married Martin. Technically your husband can continue to insist you dress as a woman and even have you service him sexually as his wife until the divorce is signed by a judge. I don't think he will since that girl has reentered his life, but he could. You actually have a pretty good situation moving forward."
"Except you want me to continue to dress like a woman."
"Yes, I want you to continue to be Mrs. Vargos in public until we get this resolved, then you can become Martin Hastings again and tell your story to the world if you like," Sarah said.
"Could I have a moment with Darren. Alone please," he said.
Sarah left the cottage and Darren looked to Martin and wondered what his enquirey might be.
"Darren. Are you asking her to have me continue dresing as a woman for your sexual perversions?" Martin said in a accusing tone.
"Remember Martin, I didn't do this to you and I'm the only person that had offered to truely help you."
"I know damn it, it just seems like everyone has their own reasons for doing this to me. Are you trying to make me stay like this?"
Darren smiled. "No I'm not. I am trying to help you. I asked Sarah to help you."
"Why me? What is in it for her? Why does she want me to continue to be humiliated dressed as a woman."
"You are a very high profilr client Martin. She is very good in the courtroom. The appearance suddenly of a male image would not help your situation. Be Lady Vargos a while longer, there could be some sympathies come your way. Maybe she can make a case for a defenseless wife in a loveless marriage."
"You like seeing me dressed as Lady Vargos don't you Darren." Martin said suggesting Darren may have his own motivations here.
"Yes, I must admit that is true, but there was a time and a reason for Lady Vargos and myself to be together, and now there is a time and reason for Lady Vargos and his public divorce trial."
"I have achieved my goals of getting a divorce granted Darren. Do you really think I'm going to keep having sex with you dressed as a woman? It's not fun for me. Or are you making some kind of conditions here?"
"Martin listen, we had sex but you are forgetting one very important point, you called me.
"As for the sex, we are finished with that. Understand? Never again," Martin spat out knowing Darren was right. He had asked and initated the sex himself.
"Sure, OK, but you still need to be Lady Vargos for the divorce proceedings and for public opinion."
"As for being Lady Vargos, that is the most demeaning thing you could ever ask me to do."
"It's the only thing that makes sense Martin."
Sarah came back into the room.
"So where do we go from here?" Sarah said looking at them.
"What choice do I have," Martin grumbled.
"Good. You have a court appearance in two days. You will need to get yourself an appointment to that beauty salon you mention you visited and get your hair done in a serious manner. Your makeup will need to be done by the guy that did it last. We have these phone numbers from your mother in law."
"Figures," he said disgusted.
"You will need either a dress or skirt and blazer ensemble, and some respectable shoes."
"What, Lady Vargos never wears respectable shoes in public. 6" spike heels 'fuck me pumps' for her." Martin said sarcastically.
"You are right Martin, make sure you continue to wear those 6" heels. I had almost forgotten that."
"I was being sarcastic guys," Martin said looking at them frustrated.
"But you were correct in what you said. It's a fashion statement and a power statement also. Well Martin, shall I make you an appointment at the salon or do you want to take care of that?"
"I want nothing to do with it? It would be like doing this to myself. You call them," he said pulling his robe tight around him and flinching at the rub on his now very sensitive nipples.
"Then I will call for you," Sarah said gathering her things.
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Clothes were brought in for Martin. Sarah had made contact with Constance and Martin was being allowed certain personal items such as his clothing, heels, etc. but now jewels or gifts of value. He had been forced to do the naked perp walk across the estate and that was the humiliation he had to suffer for being an unfaithful wife.
He looked out the window and saw the landscapers at work trimmimg hedges.
Martin hated how the gardeners and domestic help had never lifted a finger to help him or offered him any pity for his confinement as a woman. They all seemed to laugh it off as Mrs. Vargos's eccentric personality. They just accepted it as the way things were.
"If the guy wants to dress like a woman and play housewife that's his business," most of them seem to be thinking when they looked at him.
But what about when Martin was forced to appear naked in front of them, or forced to perversely expose himself to them. The sexual acts he had participated in that had occurred where they could clearly see him. Martin wondered if they just ignored that so they wouldn't lose their jobs? Martin had felt they were lowering their eyes and turning their heads at those times. Made them feel uncomfortable he thought.
"Lady Vargos my ass, not even a real person. I can't wait to get out of here," he said to himself.
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