Chapter 12
"You look wonderful tonight," Martin said as
he entered the private dining room where Sasha sat waiting for
him.
"As do you," Sasha said grinning
then standing and walking over to take Martin's hands in hers.
Sasha gave Martin a kiss and then
backed up to look at him at arms length.
"What a beautiful dress Martin,"
she said looking at the floor length shimmering sequined blue gown. "Aren't you
elegant this evening."
"Sasha please, you know how that
makes a guy feel who is forced to wear a dress in front of a girl he wants to
impress," Martin said looking a little embarrassed.
"Flattered I would hope," she
said with a smile. "You look so buxom with those padded cups. I'm
jealous."
"Give me a break. I'm a man
Sasha stop joking with me. They are insisting I still dress like this for all
kinds of reasons," he said.
"Well, I guess you could say I
can see the real person rather than just the image," she left and gave Martin a
little nudge, "Oh come on Martin it's just a dress for god's sake."
She slipped her arms around
Martin's neck and gave him a tender kiss. Sasha was older that him but she so
feminine and sexy. He felt his dick pushing against his dress, and then he felt
her press against his budding erection.
"I don't understand why I'm
still required to be dressed like a woman. They insisted I need to dress like
this to see you for a private dinner."
"Speaking of that," she said
looking at his pink hair that was pulled back on each side of his head with
barettes but not styled at all, "I told you I was a hairdresser back when I was
married, remember?" she said looking at the hair and moving a few
strands.
"Yes," he said
carefully.
"Why didn't you ask me to do your
hair for tonight?"
"I didn't want to dress like
this for the evening in the first place Sasha," he said
firmly.
"But you did Martin, and you
could have made me a little more a part of your life by asking me if I'd do your
hair."
"Sasha this is not who I am or
who I want to be," he said. "I don't want you curling my
hair."
"It is who you are right now
Martin inspite of what you want to be."
"You're as bad as Darren when it
comes to all this woman pretend."
They had dinner and Martin
watched Sasha the entire time. It was hard to believe after all the hell of the
male concubines his husband had forced him to be with, it would be a
female concubine that he would fall for.
She had been then one that was
understanding and accepted the fact he was forced to do this and was sympathetic
to his feelings. She had comforted him mentally that night while the other girls
had performed much needed sexual deeds on him for his physical satisfaction.
He needed female companionship
and she had made him feel like a man no matter how he dressed or what he was
being forced to do. Somehow when he was wearing a dress and heels and his cheeks
red from embarrassment because he wanted to be more manly for her, she made
everything seem all right for now, and even made him feel comfortable in what he
was wearing.
They walked to the
couch.
"Take your dress off Martin," she
said helping him turn around. The gown was dropped to the floor. They got
comfortable on the couch together. Sasha removed her blouse and bra and then sat
next to Martin. He looked at her impressive breast as if he didn't know what to
do.
Sasha laughed, "Go ahead touch and
squeeze them or whatever makes you feel good. I don't understand why men are so
fascinated with large breast."
She then repositioned herself and
reached into his panties and started stroking him.
Martin broke the
silence.
"Sasha, can I ask you some
personal questions? I mean i'm just curious that, well...."
"Go ahead Martin, ask anything
you like" she said smiling figuring she knew what it was
about.
"Well, you are a concubine," he
said not sure of himself.
"Yes I am." she said smiling at
his nervous approach.
"I mean you have had sex with a
lot of men," he said unsteady.
"Yes I have Martin. Women too,"
she added relieving some of his tension.
"Well, having sex with so many
men and many that you didn't even know, did you ever have an orgasm with any of
them when you were with them?"
"I had a few," she said without
hesitation.
"How about the women," he
asked.
"I've had a few with women
too," she said looking at him then smiling like she thought it was kind of cute
he was asking such questions. She had continued to stroke his dick as they
talked.
"Was there something about
those clients that made you more involved or excited?"
"No. not really. It just
happened. It was probably the mood I was in and not who I was with. I don't
really know, I just stiffened up my legs shook and I screamed like a bad movie
actrees. They were kind of embarrassing now that I think about it."
She rubbed Martin's crotch gently through his dress. Martin
enjoyed the manipulations.
"Would you to suck my dick,"
Martin said sitting up in the heat of passion.
"I beg your pardon? You can't
ask me any better than that? You can't wait till our emotions of the moment get
us both to that point. Suck your dick? Am I your whore or am I regular girl
meeting a regular guy?"
"You mean a guy dressed like a
woman," Martin said.
"Yes, and with pink hair," she
said without a change of emotion.
"Sasha, I have a lot of pent up
masculine desires and emotions that they have been trying to remove from me.
Things just come out wrong sometimes," he said trying to help her understand his
side of the story.
"You expect things of me because
of what I do for a living. You don't respect me like you would a woman
who wasn't having sexual contact with men on a regular basis. Martin, this is
why I won't tell you my real name, and you still have to use my professional
name. I just don't know what your intentions are with me."
"Sasha," he said feeling she was
upset.
"What should I feel about you
then?"
"Please Sasha I know I have to
dress like a woman still but I am not a gay man or some limp wristed sissy," he
said.
"Martin you don't understand,
I'd much rather be with the limp wristed sissy of a man that was understanding
and respectful of me for who I really am rather than be with a man like you even
without the dress and the feminine looks. You're rude."
"I was just saying
that......"
"Martin, would you have what
you call a sissy man as a friend. A true friend?"
"I don't know. Why would I have
to have a friend like that for?"
"You couldn't see yourself
playing golf with a man that is wearing women's golfing apparel on the course
and talking about some good looking guy he is dating?"
"No, that's disgusting?" Martin
said looking at her.
"It's not disgusting Martin,"
Sasha said standing up and putting her bra on. She turned her back to him.
"Fasten my bra please," she said.
"Why do you want me to have fag
friends for."
"Stop using that word Martin.
It's very demeaning to the gentlemen you are referring to and I don't want to be
around it."
"Why do you expect me to have
friends like this for?"
"I don't Martin. It's not the
fact they don't hang around with you, it's what you think of them in the first
place and you don't even know anything about them. You find them disgusting and
beneath you. Not worthy of your presence. You are sexist and a bit of a bigot
Martin I'm afraid."
"What is going on here," Martin
said again why she was putting on here blouse.
"I must say I am disappointed
in you Martin. I'm leaving. Have a good night. Call a professional concubine
this evening for company. I'm sure she will give you the appearance of a
wonderful fulfilling evening and suck your dick."
"Sasha, please don't go," he
said.
"You can call me tomorrow
Martin. I have decided I made things too easy for you. You will need to work a
lot harder Martin to get my true affection and my real name."
Martin sat there stunned. He
had misjudged this woman. He didn't seperate her being a concubine by trade and
being with him in real life. She had always been respectful of him, and he had
wondered why. He was suspicious of everyone, especially now. What was her
motivation to be with a feminized man, or in some very strange way was she
indeed attracted to him.
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Martin sat across the
table from Sarah and Darren. The had the latest information on the case and the
court dates.
"Martin, we have a court date
on the estate in two days. Now I know you want to get this over as soon as
possible and I think we have a winning hand here, but you will need to wear a
dress to the hearing. It will be a public hearing and we expect the courtroom to
be full."
"I have to humiliate myself in
public, so what's new."
"Yes, well I think we can
secure all you husband's assets and company ventures as long as we show the
courts we are bringing in Dorothy your step father to run day to day
operations."
"I hate him. He
deserves nothing from me."
"He is capable of running
operations though and would be instrumental in breaking up and selling those
assets, and I have already secured his services for you as your lawyer with
power of attorney over your affairs."
"What? Without asking me?"
Martin tried to stand but couldn't.
Martin had a strap around
his waist to hold him in the heavy chair just for these type outburst. Darren
tried to reassure Martin when he was strapped in that it was just a precaution
in a very highly charged emotional situation.
"Yes, we have discussed me
making decisions for you in this case Martin. This is a decision that you
can't make rationally on your own because of your emotional attachment to
certain elements in the case."
"Now, Martin listen to me.
The Baron's lawyers have succeeded in getting a public court hearing on your
sexual reassignment. I'm sure this will be a circus in the
courtroom."
"I thought this was not
up to the courts," Martin said looking back and forth at them.
"They are challanging
the laws themselves and how binding they should be even in the case of death.
They are discussing adultery, and the fact that the Baron requested your sex
change before he died, and the type of marriage you were in the laws do state
that he can make such request and demands. Just because he died shortly after
doesn't mean that it wasn't his intent for you to become a woman."
"No. They can't do this
to me," he said pulling at the strap around his waist.
"I'm just telling you
Martin of how they are trying to approach this. Martin you must trust me on this
one. The hearing is the day after we settle your estate. We have a woman judge
presiding and you must trust my judgement on this. You will still be treated as
a uncooperative and have to sit in the special chair. I can't do anything about
that."
"Is this serious Sarah? You're telling me that even though I own all my husbands assest and that makes me the richest person in this country, and he is dead an long gone, that somehow this judge can decide that I have to become a woman even though I am against such a a thing?"
"Yes Martin, and she will
make the decision herself based on the case itself. I don't see how she can
ethically and morally do this to a man, but we have to defend you."
"I can't believe all
this."
"Martin, I'm sorry. First
things first. In two days we will settle the estate and we sill worry about your
sex change after that."
Martin sat quietly. She
may think that way but all he could think about was the injustice of forcing him
to have his gender reassigned by court order.
Darren stood behind
Martin, "Please lean forward honey," he said taking Martin wrist and cuffing
them together.
"Don't you use terms of
endearment with me," Martin spat out.
"Sorry Martin, I was
just trying to calm the moment."
The strap was realeased
and Martin stood up. He was perched up on his toes in a pair of 6" red high
heels. His ankles were then shackled with a length of chain. Other than this
Martin was completely naked. All his meetings were held in the guest house with
him naked.
"This is so stupid
making me stay naked all the time.
"You did try to run
after the funeral Martin."
"You know how degrading
this is to be led around like this"
"I know, but at least
you won't be trying to go anywhere. If you do you'll do it naked."
Martin was kept naked
to prevent him from running away in a moment of emotional dispair. The
restraints were part of a plan to show he didn't want the sex surgery and was
being forced to conform to try and raise public awareness. The domestic help was
notorious for leaks to the gossip columns.
Martin was led back to
the main house where his restraints were removed. He went into the study passing
one of the pretty domestic uniformed maids along the way. She smiled and nodded
as the naked man walked by. He closed the door to the study and picked up the
phone. He had to reach out to someone before he snapped.
"Hello Sasha, could you
come and do my hair for my court dates?"
"Sure Martin, I would
love to, so what do you have in mind, she said sounding interested.
They talked for 45
minutes on the phone as Martin became teary and began to cry telling her about
the court challange to his gender, while she comforted him on the
phone.
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