LTLV Ch. 10

LTLV Chapter Ten (Revised)

   "The Life and Times of Lady Vargos"

                                   Chapter Ten

                     "The Vow and Portrait Ceremony"

      It would be a night to remember for the guest that were arriving at the manor and a night Martin would never forget.

     Martin sat in a comfortable chair with his hands on the arms, his legs crossed as he listened to Phoebe's questions. The only other person in the room was the photographer, who had already snapped a shot of his sitting there calmly.

      "Lady Vargos, the Baron is so lucky to have such a committed spouse as yourself, but truly you must be very nervous about this evenings events."

      "Why would I be nervous? I'm just your average man dressed as a woman exposing my personal and sex life for the community to look through and form their opinions on. As a man I expect it to be a thoroughly humiliating and degrading evening."

      "Of course you do," She said jotting down the word "Masochist" on her note pad with several exclamation points and then circling it. "What do you feel it is that brings so many people out and makes them take such an interest in your private life and chosen lifestyle?" 

       "I sent them invitations," he quipped,  "Nobody would dare decline the Baron's request of attendance. It's all business and money, and of course social standing. It has nothing to do with me actually. These people can stare and laugh at me any time I need to go out in public," he said trying to state the obvious which sounded less likely than the reality that people were seeing.

      "Interesting, so you enjoy the pedestal that the Baron's wealth and position brings. How does the Baron compare to other men you've known in the past?" she said in a low voice as if it were just between the two of them.

       "I've never known any other men. I was married to women," Martin said disgusted with her suggestive questioning. His facial expression also was caught by the photographer with the shocking look that could make the cover of most gossip tabloids."

       "So it's safe to say the Baron is the most desirable man you have ever known and your desire for him and the lifestyle he brings exceeds anything you have ever dreamed before or could have even imagined would ever happen to you."

       "I didn't say that," he growled. But it was true in some ways in an entirely different context than she was speaking of. A nightmare is a dream but out of context was Phoebe's expertise.  

       "Tell me Lady Vargos, would it be safe to say that today, you feel like a princess in a fairy tale?" 

        "I feel like a captive in somebody else's perverted fantasy world."

         Phoebe wrote a note to herself on her pad as he spoke. "Lady Vargos feels captivated as if he is living in a fantasy world."

        Someone announced that Martin was needed so Phoebe stood and requested a picture with Martin. She stood beside him and smiled as a couple of picture were taken.

       "I will be by to see you tomorrow for the follow up right?" she asked leaving the room.

       "Yeah," he said unenthusiastically but he needed her and her access to information on the outside. He would grant her interviews and twisted story lines in return.

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      The large guest book was laying open on a gold colored, carved ornate wooden stand and guest waited patiently to sign in, chatting amongst themselves in anticipation of the evenings events.

      The large painting now hung a on the wall covered with a large purple satin drape. The unveiling of the Lady Vargos painting would have been the talk of the town the next morning if the Vow ceremony wasn't happening on the same evening.

      Family painting unveiling ceremonies were very common and most of the social elite had celebrated such events in their own homes at one time or another, but most of the guest arriving here tonight couldn't remember the last time a wife of social standing, or any woman actually took the Vow of Chastity. It was almost an ancient custom that most women now found degrading, and inappropriate, at least in content. 

      Phoebe Mills, the gossip columnist was in attendance and had approached one of the women outside the manor. Jane Gray Simmons. The Gray family had long been established in this part of the country and it had been rumored in recent weeks that perhaps her grandmother was the last woman to actually have taken the Vow in such a public manner when she had been a young woman.

      "Good evening Ms. Simmons. What a beautiful dress you're wearing," Phoebe said when she approached.

      "Why thank you so much," Ms. Simmons said suspiciously as the well known gossip columnist approached.

       "The word is that your grandmother took the Vow and was locked in a chastity belt on her twenty third birthday? That seems to be the last time anyone can remember the Vow being celebrated publicly in such an elaborate ceremony as all this," Phoebe said with her typical forward search for gossip. "What can you tell my readers about the Vow Ceremony from a families point of view that has done it and how do you feel about Lady Vargos making such a public and daring commitment this evening. 

      "Wow Phoebe that's a lot," she laughed uneasily having been caught off guard with such a private family matter in front of some of her friends.

       "Just trying to set the record straight on the rumors that have developed this week with Lady Vargos reviving such an old and controversial custom."

       "Uhm well yes, I did read your column this week," Ms. Simmons said knowing exactly where all the rumors were coming from.

       "Thank you, " Phoebe said waiting for the juicy answers to her provocative questions.

       "Of course I am very happy for Lady Vargos and his desire to make such a public showing of his love and devotion for his husband. As far as my grandmother is concerned, that's an old story that I can't really verify. I mean I wasn't even born and I never actually saw the chastity belt you mention," she said looking a little embarrassed having been asked such a question openly.

      "Is it true your grandfather forced her to take that Vow or accept a divorce and lose her societal status of being his wife and a lady in standing. Some say he wanted to publicly humiliate her for her sexual indiscretions with other men didn't he? At least that's the story people tell." Phoebe seemed to know more than the middle aged woman did about her own family.

      Ms. Simmons was uncomfortable openly discussing a private family issue that her grandmother had sexual indiscretions with other men early on during her marriage, and that her grandfather chose to rub her nose in it by requiring her perform the Vow Ceremony publicly to save her marriage.

      "Oh I'm sure that wasn't how it was at all. My grandparents loved each other very much. They were just very young like many other couples and things just didn't work out. All this other stuff is just rumors that became public speculation because the divorce happened so soon after the Vow. If you keep saying something over and over long enough people will begin to believe it. Isn't that right Phoebe? Would you please excuse me," she said walking away quickly.

     Ms. Simmons hurried away now with her escort for the evening.

     "What an abrasive woman. The nerve!" Ms. Simmon said as she walked away. Her family secrets being aired like that. This was the skeleton in the closet for the Gray family, as was the fact that her grandmother's Bliss Mask and the Vow Chastity Belt were locked away in a trunk in the attic.     

     Most of the women who had administered Mrs. Gray's chastity ceremony had since passed on. There were however a few women that had attended that celebration that were still around. It was said to have been a sad event in the room where she was placed in the chastity device, and not a joyous one for the women who witnessed it either, as the chastity belt was put through the crying woman's legs and then locked tightly in place. The girl was totally mortified being so publicly humiliated. Though it was a sad and somber scene in that room, most of the women in the room felt she was getting what she deserved.

     There had been no real celebration of joy except outside in the ballroom where rubbing elbows and being seen was the main reason to attend rather than what was really happening. It was nothing more than a humiliating public viewing of Mrs, Gray's sexual organs being locked away as punishment for her indiscretion rather than a celebration of her love for her husband. 

      Though she had done as her husband had requested, suffering the ceremony and the public humiliation that came with it and social stain that remained afterwards, he divorced her a year later still unable to cope with her previous adulteress acts. The chastity belt keys had to be negotiated and were actually part of the divorce settlement she finally agreed to. No one could remember the last time before that the Vow was celebrated. It was more of a folk lore than reality, until now.

      Martin's ceremony was to be a cheerful celebration. People accepting of the fact this young man had requested the Vow of his husband and the public ceremony himself. 

      After signing the book, the guest were immediately drawn to the glass case that held the "Vow Lock" device that soon would be placed on Martin's male organs and effectively locking them away. It was a slightly bent solid gold tube inset with many precious stones. A spectacular piece of jewelry made up of bright red rubies and green emeralds, blue sapphires, and yes many diamonds. There was a gold knob piece that was sculptured in the shape of a penis head to fit on the end of the tube. It had small gold chain tassels hanging from it with colored stones at the end of each of the dangling tassel. There was a large locking cuff at the base as well as black patent leather straps and two beaded drawstring bags that were made up of small pearls. 

      Phoebe's photographer was snapping pictures of the device for her column. He then moved about the room taking pictures of guest in attendance.

     "Oh, look at this honey," one of the guest said to her husband as she looked at the very expensive, custom made chastity device.

     "Nice huh," her husband said looking at it now, "Seems to me they should be gagging him and plugging his butt hole rather locking up his dick like he was having sex like a man would."

      "Vernon, you don't know that for sure," she said bumping him with the back of her hand. "Besides I have had heard rumors that they be doing that too."

      "Well think about it honey, do you really think this guy, The Lady Vargos is doing the Baron?" he said. "I promise you the fag is the one spreading his butt cheeks inn this relationship."

      "Of course not, The Baron butt up, don't be ridiculous, and I'd rather not give it any more thought. Besides, knowing the Baron he is probably taking care of the gagging part on a daily basis himself anyway." They laughed and moved over slightly as another guest had stepped up to view the chastity piece.

      "Strange," another woman said to her friend as she looked at the piece, "It's both beautiful and horrible at the same time isn't it."

      "Why would any man want to have that locked on him? Just the thought, it's so demeaning. He must not have any self esteem at all, I just don't understand in this day and age why a young man would ask to do this for another man," she said looking to her friend.

       "Well.....Maybe he is really a masochist like the tabloids say he is. Why else would any man want to publicly dress up like a woman all the time and claim to be another man's wife?" her friend said also staring at the device. "He obviously has no manly pride."

       "I see your point," her friend said looking over to the draped painting. "I guess he's not very proud of being male or he is some kind of fruitcake. He doesn't seem to be at all embarrassed by his looks."

       "I agree," her friend said turning away with her, "The man needs to have a sex change and just get it over with if you ask me."

      The guest all viewed Martin's "Vow Lock" many returning and making comments about what the cost of such a thing must have been and a chuckle here and there about him being placed in it and then being celebrated for doing it in such a lavish ceremony.

     This ceremony just wasn't done anymore at least not for real. A Victorian relic at best. There was the occasional symbolic Vow, but it was more like a second exchange of vows from a wedding ceremony except in the Vow only the woman would speak of her commitment to her husband, and he in kind announcing his love for her. That in itself was seen as demeaning to women in so many peoples eyes, but few of the women still chose to do it. One had to wonder what the old traditionalist who felt strongly about the myth of the Vow, would think about tonights event with a male bride taking such a vow with another man and then accepting being placed in chastity.

      There was a murmur in the crowd and then the Baron appeared from the side door with Martin on his arm. Everyone awed at the appearance of the couple.

      "What a bunch of useless sick perverts," Martin said to the Baron as he surveyed the room holding his chin up high, his made up face less than dignified in his humiliation. His hand gently resting on his husband's arm with only his fingertips daintily touching his forearm, his fingers spread displaying his now long, elegant and tapered red fingernails. Their vivid red nail polish was set off by the dark color of the Baron's jacket.

      "There, there my darling. They are all here for you," the Baron said patting Martin's hand but not looking at him. "This is you special night."

      "They're here to kiss up to you. Accepting invitations to a party to watch me celebrate having my dick locked up. Sounds perverted to me," Martin said looking at the women all giving the phony look of acceptance of his pseudo woman persona.

      "They're here to celebrate your public declaration of love for me. The Vow. I spared no expense on your Chastity."

      "Yeah, whatever," Martin said now as the Baron took Martin across the room to greet the guest. Martin was only going through this shameful ordeal to keep other men's dicks out of his ass. The so called "Concubines" that serviced him when the Baron was away. This would put an end to all that. He would now only have to deal with his husband's passions as he still was not able to accept his husbands cock without emotional and physical despair. 

     Concubines were meant to comfort someone in the absence of their spouse, but that was not the case with Martin. It seemed his concubines were selected and instructed to make sure he received extended sexual service each night. Whether he was in the mood or not.  

      Martin had to really struggle to keep up with the Baron as they walked once again. Guest smiled and women giggled as Martin struggled in the 6" heels to keep up. It was so cute. 

     "Could you slow down just a little you damn it?" Martin growled under his breath. "These high heels make me walk up on my toes," he said swinging his arm with his palm facing the floor in a quick exaggerated motion for balance.

      Felix had altered the dress Martin was wearing. The knee length sequined dress was tight around the thighs and clung tightly above his knees. Though the fabric had some elasticity it was still in essence a hobble skirt design, and worn with 6" spike heel sequined shoes, Martin literally shuffled on his toes and narrow heels to keep up with the Baron. Everyone couldn't help but notice his looking helpless as he walked. It created a bit of an unwanted bimbo image as he wiggled and struggled to keep up with his husband.

     The image of him moving about dressed as the elegant Lady Vargos was hardly one of innocence but more an exhibition of a brazen hussy. Most people were seeing the ceremony as a taming of the robust sexual desires of this feminine young man rather than the soft loving commitment to a husband. At least that was how Phoebe was phrasing the questions as she mingled about the room.

     "You know I was just told by Phoebe they have to medicate Lady Vargos so his penis doesn't work because he couldn't control his desires on his own. He is like a male nymph," one of the women said to her friend.

     "Well it makes sense to lock that thing away then. If you can't control your urges on his own then his husband will have to do it for him. Such a caring and responsible man the Baron."

      "Oh I agree. I heard the Baron got almost no sleep at all during the Three Nights of Consummation. His wife wouldn't leave him alone."

      "What a slut," she leaned over and whispered the woman's ear and they both laughed. 

      Martin hated these people and he always let them know, especially when he was with the Baron. They wouldn't dare challenge the Baron's wife publicly when he was with his husband. They just had to accept Martin's abusive insults. What did Martin care. What was the Baron going to do to him, and besides the Baron saw through these people and their fake praise for him. It was like he had these events just to force them all to show up and kiss his ass. Not a single one of them would lift a finger to help Martin get out of the hell he was living though, but they would crawl over each other to be the ones that helped Martin be accepted socially as the crossdressed man he was forced to be.

      Martin was escorted to the front of the room where he and the Baron were greeted by Elenore who was the socialite in charge of the Vow Ceremony and the fitting of the chastity device itself.

      "Oh Baron, so nice to see you again," she said with a gushing smile holding out her hand.

      "Good evening," the Baron said politely taking her hand.

      "And you look absolutely stunning Mrs. Vargos. What a beautiful dress you a wearing tonight sir."

       "Oh thank you," Martin said in a sarcastic falsetto voice. "Felix did such a wonderful job on my dress. I couldn't be more ashamed of myself and my appearance right now. Thank you for noticing."

       "You are beautiful Marcia. No need to be shy my love." the Baron said.

       "Uhmm...well it is a very pretty dress," Elenore stammered again.

       "I'm sure you're anxious to get started. What an adoring show of affection this all is," she said smiling at Martin.

      "Will you be the one handling my dick Elenore?" Martin asked in a sweet voice.

       "Oh well uhm, the actual chastity fitting will be done by another woman."

       "I thought the tradition was that the woman with the highest standing in the community was in charge of placing the device on the poor Vow recipient." Martin said in a snobbish way.

      "Well, it is actually, but I am not familiar with how the devices works. The male devices are much more complex than the traditional chastity belt women wear," she said obviously uncomfortable"

      "I was so looking forward to you handling my dick tonight. I was looking at you at the last fund raiser thinking of what it was going to be like when you first touch my balls in front of all these women," Martin said lowering his long false eyelashes. "Maybe you could do it anyway, on the side before they start. Would you mind? We could step into a side room and you could rub my balls before we start."

     "Oh my, I uhm, well it's not.............." she mumbled taking a step back shocked at the statement.

     "I have a tight schedule Elenore, if we could begin," the Baron said dismissively.   

      "Yes.....yes of course Baron." Elenore tried to quickly regain her composure.

      "Attention everyone!" Elenore said loudly gathering all eyes upon her, Martin and the Baron.

       "Would the women who have been selected to witness the actual Chastity Belt fitting please take your places in the next room. We are about to begin."

      Martin watched as twelve women made there way to the room adjacent to the banquet hall. They were all formally dressed, hair all done up and drinking champagne, smiling and talking amongst themselves as they walked by Martin. Martin then saw Tabatha. She carried the device across the crowded room and into the room where she would be placing it on him shortly.

      After the women were all in the room Elenore once again got everyone's attention.

     "As you all know Mrs. Vargos has asked us all here tonight to celebrate his Vow of Chastity to his husband the Baron in the age old tradition of chaste love. There will be three keys for the lock, and three keys only. Mrs. Vargos will not pocess a key. I will be escorting him in for the fitting of the chastity belt in a moment, but first do you have anything to add Mrs. Vargos?"

      Martin was surprised by the offer to speak. All he wanted was to get it over with. The Vow Ceremony would take care of the issues he needed taken care of, mainly concubines repeatedly making unwanted sperm deposits deep inside butt hole in the name pleasure while his husband was away.

     "I am glad to see so many people interested in seeing my dick being locked away. I hope you all have a wonderful evening," he said sarcastically with a sissy flip of the wrist to give the guest what he felt they perceived of him. "I'm ready darling. Where is the deed to be done," he asked as if now eager to do it.

     "Very well then. I will take you to have your Chastity Belt fitted and locked then."

      Elenore and another woman took Martin's arms. "This way Lady Vargos," they said and led him across the floor toward the room where he would be fitted privately, accept for the witnesses.

      "What have I done," Martin said under his breath as he nervously minced across the floor under the stares of every single eye in the room. They all seemed to be wondering more of "why would anybody do this," than "How sweet." He tried to stay focused and look straight ahead. 

      When the door was opened Martin noticed the twelve women were all seated in chairs in a semi circle in front of the little room where he would chaste. He wanted to run. His knees became weak. This was too strange. They all were so formally dressed, awaiting the utter humiliation and degradation of his manhood. As if being dressed fully as a woman was not degrading enough of a life.

      The door was closed and Martin was led to the front of the room and Tabatha took over.

      Tabatha was wearing a backless black evening gown with 5" black heels which made her a towering and menacing site to Martin.

      "Turn around sir," Tabatha said softly as she turned Martin so his back faced all the women in the room.

      Tabatha picked up a dark veil and placed it over Martin's entire face. She then pinned it in his hair and pinned the bottom ends around his neck.

      "This is a modesty veil. Your face will not be seen by the witnesses while your naked body is revealed to them. It allows you to have your dignity and you won't have to watch them looking at you while I'm doing this," she said softly while working diligently.

      "Fine. Just get it over with," he said in an unemotional tone.

      She walked behind Martin now and unzipped his dress. pulling it off his shoulders and holding it low so he could step out of it. She then removed his bra and panties. For total nudity his 6" pumps were also removed.

      Martin, now completely naked, stood quietly with his back to the witnesses, his head bowed in shame. When his naked butt cheeks were exposed there was a slight reaction of surprise from the ladies watching, but none of them took their eyes off him. 

      "Ok ladies, we are ready to begin," Tabatha announced. She slowly turned Martin by the shoulder so he now stood totally naked facing the women. There was a noticeable gasp in the room.
      "Oh my god," one of the women said with a shocked look on her face, but she never turned away.
     Though he could not see them through the veil, he felt their eyes on him, and he knew right where they were looking.

      It was well known that Martin was a feminized man, but now seeing the image of this clean shaved body with his large limp penis and balls hanging between his legs awaiting their requested bondage, caused a shock wave through the room. His painted toenails and feminine red fingernails, along with the big hairdo, gave ultra feminine trimmings to the obvious male object that stood before them all. The veil added to the mystery taking away the identity, at least visually from the sight.

     "Spread your legs for me a little sir," Tabatha said. Her experience with these type things allowed her to work calmly.

      Martin spread his legs as instructed and flinched at the first touch of Tabatha's fingertips touched his hanging balls.

     "Don't move. This will only take a moment," she said now taking the straps off the chastity device.

     Tabatha picked a paper that had the script she was tor read before beginning.

     "Today we are here to witness Marcia Vargos take the Vow of Chastity as an act of total commitment and love for his husband, The Baron Vargos. You all have been selected as women leaders in the community and high social status to witness the locking of Lady Vargos's sexual organs. He has requested and accepts being chaste in this manner and having his sexual organs controlled by others as his commitment and show of love to his husband. We will begin."
     A gold metallic belt was placed around Martin's waist and locked in place. 

     Tabatha got on one knee and Martin felt her separate his testicle sacs and the put the leather strap around one of the sacs pulling it tight and buckling it in place, She then did his other the same way.

     The women watched as this woman handled this man as if it were second nature for her to do so.

     Martin's balls were now tight and nicely rounded from the straps. He was a bit uncomfortable, and winced under the veil when his bulging strapped balls bumped each other when she let them go, but he was not in any pain.

    Tabatha took the beaded and jeweled stretch bags next. she worked it over each of his bound testicles. She adjusted them and it made beautiful cover for his lower maleness.

     "Can you believe this?" one of the women whispered to the woman next to her.

      "No," she said suddenly. "I mean look at the size of this man's dick. Why is he dressing like a woman and letting another man do him in the ass? His dick is much bigger than my husbands, and he waste it on dressing like a woman," she said awestruck.

      "I meant what they are doing to his dick now," she said looking at her friend. They both grinned and then broke out into giggles over their little misunderstanding.

      Tabatha inspected the jeweled ball bags and seemed happy with the results.

      "Well this looks nice. Your balls look like they are in a little beaded purses." Tabatha said softly where Martin could here.

      She then tied a short length of red. ribbon around his penis just under the head.

      Emily Foster was probably the most nervous woman in the room watching this. She kept looking down putting her fingers to her forehead.

      "Oh my god. They're going to decorate the damn thing with ribbons," she said embarrassed under her breath as the ribbon was attached.

      Tabatha took the golden tube from the box and slipped the ribbon thought the tube. She then pulled the ribbon tight as she slipped the tube over Martin's dick. The curved tube faced down as the head of his penis appeared out the other end.

     She removed the ribbon and which left Martin's penis head exposed now. A cuffing device was placed at the base of his penis and fastened shut behind the ball sac. Tabatha placed a key in the lock and locked it shut. She then locked the device to the belt. 

      Martin felt such shame standing here like this allowing this to be done to him. It would be humiliating even without having it done in front of all these women that he knew publicly and socially. Martin's face was covered though to spare him the shame and indignity that came from such an exhibition, but he still felt all the shame and indignity. What Martin didn't know was several of the women watching were feeling just as embarrassed and uncomfortable as he was.

     Tabatha attached the tube to the locking cuff. She took the final piece. The gold cover for the head. Martin fidgeted at the discomfort of it rubbing his penis head as she put it on him.

     "Hold still. It's almost on," she said turning back and forth on his penis head, the rubbing causing even more discomfort.
      Tabatha then spread his butt cheeks and inserted a small butt plug that had a large red jewel at the base that covered his anal opening after being installed. A strapped was pulled between his legs and hooked the gold metallic belt around his waist.
      "That's all he really needed," one woman said as they snickered quietly.

      "There we go," Tabatha said standing up again. "Ok ladies. Lady Vargos is locked away," she said taking a wipe and cleaning her hands.

      Nothing was said at first. They just all stared at the golden penis sticking straight out that they had just witnessed being placed on this man. He would never be able to remove it himself.

     Tradition was there would be three keys. The husband possessed one of course. The second usually was kept by the lady's handmaiden for obvious reasons. In this case Leanne. The third........well that one was being used to raise money for a local charity. It was placed in a silent auction and the winner would receive the key as a symbolic piece. It was also to be kept secret who had won it. Everyone had placed bids of course, it was seen as supporting the Baron's cause, but nobody wanted to win it at least not openly.

      "Turn back around please," Tabatha said helping Martin turn with his back to the women again. His bound balls bump against his upper thighs in as he moved his legs and he grunted. It was very uncomfortable.

      "I wish I had brought the wooden spoon. Those balls should have been tenderized first. Don't you agree?" she said quietly in his ear where only Martin could understand.

      "No," was all he said.

      Tabatha helped Martin with his bra and panties, There was a huge lump in his panties where the material was stretched over the device. The waist band of the panties didn't touch his body in front. Martin stepped into his dress and Tabatha pulled it up the length of his body zipping it up in back.

     Tabatha removed the veil. Martin took a deep breath as he was turned to face the women again.

      The women once again were shocked and surprised. A few even broke out in giggles at first, but quickly suppressed them. The chastity device was pressing hard against the fabric of the tight dress. The pup tent effect was so obvious.

      Tabatha spoke again.

      "Lady Vargos has now been now placed in chastity and will from this day forward allow his husband to make the decisions as they pertain to his own sexual organs. This is Lady Vargos's statement of love and total commitment to her husband The Baron Vargos. He is ready to be presented to the public."

     Finally Elenore stood up.

     "Congratulations Mrs. Vargos. I am so happy for you."

     Martin was being helped back into his high heels when the other women began to congratulate him also.

     "You must love the Baron an awful lot to do something like this as a sign of your love for him."

      Martin just stared at the woman.

     "Yeah lady this is what true love looks like," Martin thought to himself but he said nothing. Not that he was speechless, but he had been with Tabatha before. She had been the one using the wooden spoon on him and feared her and her intentions.

      Martin stood and was ready to reenter the the main celebration. He looked down at the tight dress he was wearing. His balls made it even more difficult to walk because of the discomfort he felt now with each step as they bumped his thighs. Martin knew that Felix had done this on purpose. The large lump in his groin would fulfill Martin's sarcastic request of Felix the last time they had met. 

    "Something that he would be so humiliated in publicly that he would just die from embarrassment wearing it in front of other people." 

    "Ok everybody," Elenore announced. The other women were now coming out of the room. "It is done and Lady Vargos has been placed in chastity and is ready to take his public vow for his husband," she said taking Martin by the arm and leading him along with another woman across the room to his husband.

     The room was quiet, accept for the low murmuring that was going on from the sight of the protruding bulge in the front of Martin's dress.

      "OMG," one woman commented softly, "that's almost obscene."

       Martin was led to the Baron. The Baron took both of Martin's beautifully manicured hands in his. The vow was now to be repeated by Martin as recited quietly to him by Mrs. Bell.

      Martin looked up to the Baron. He spoke softly with pleading eyes, "Haven't I suffered enough humiliation over this already? Let me go," Martin pleaded softly.

      The Baron said nothing but gazed deeply into Martin's eyes.

      The woman now cited the vows of love and commitment for Martin to repeat.

      "My husband," Martin said with a weak voice repeating the vow as it was quoted to him.

      "Words can never express the depth of my love for you."

      "Is this guy for real," a man commented to his wife. "I mean this is sickening!"

       "Oh hush Tom. I think it is very romantic. He's obviously deeply in love," she said staring at Martin in awe of his commitment. 

      "You really think so?" he said looking at them. "I guess it's the guys voice coming out of the girl image that is throwing me off here. You think it's romantic?"

      "Yeah well, in a strange way."

      "Very strange if you ask me," he said. 

       The Vow continued.

      "From this day forward my hopes, my dreams, and all my emotional desires are all for you."

      Martin was feeling like he couldn't finish this. It was almost impossible to say these utterly ridiculous lines. The must have been written in the middle ages.

     Martin glanced out at the people standing around him. Some seemed amused while others seem to feel as he did and it was all over the top and a bit ridiculous. A few people had their noses wrinkled up like they couldn't wait for this to stop. SOme obviously found it disgusting but kept to themselves.

     After getting Martin's attention back the recital continued.

     "Please accept this public Vow and my chastity as a testament to my love for you."

     The Baron lifted Martin's chin and kissed him gently. There was an uneasiness by some watching the two men kiss, even if one was rather convincingly dressed as a woman.

     "I do," the Baron said.

     The room was now clapping and congratulating them on the Vow.

     Phoebe hurried up to the couple with her photographer for some fresh shots of the couple.

      Martin was escorted into the large foyer on the Baron's arm. His balls bumping his thighs as he was forced to walk with his legs so pressed together.

      Martin stopped and pulled the Baron aside gently.

      "Listen Baron," he said but not in a mean way, "My balls are strapped in way that they are bulging and they are tied together. They hurt when my thighs hit them. I'm sure you can relate to what I am saying about the pain since you are a man too."

      The Baron listened as the rest of the people worked their way into the foyer for the portrait unveiling.

      "I am wearing a dress that squeezes my knees together and I'm in 6" spike heels. In other words, please slow down the pace. I can't keep up with you."

       The Baron kissed Martin and again proceeded with Martin on his arm. Martin found himself still having to walk quickly with restricted small steps. Even though it was a little slower he was still having to take two steps of his own to each one of his husbands.

      "Gee thanks a lot, that really helps," Martin said sarcastically and grimacing from the discomfort.  

      The fabric of the dress pressing on the tip of the chastity device created even more discomfort as the movements of walking caused the device to press on the base and his balls also felt the movement.

      In the foyer everybody was gathered. Martin and the Baron stood across the room from the painting so they could get a good look at the masterpiece as it was unveiled.

      "We have another special treat for you tonight," a woman's voice announced. "Lady Vargo's portrait is ready to be revealed and take it's place on the wall among the other members of this wonderful and very influential family."

      All eyes were fixed on the draped portrait and with a tug of the tassel the satin drape fell to the floor revealing the portrait of Lady Vargos.

     There was the sound of stunned silence at first as everyone looked at the stunning beauty in the portrait. It was that of a beautiful woman with Martin's features.

      Martin looked about the room noticing eyes shifting from the portrait to him in comparison. Then a rather soft applause began and grew until everyone was clapping.

     The painter had taken many liberties, and by lowering the cut of the dress Martin had been wearing revealing more than ample cleavage of real breast. Martin noticed also that his features had been soften to look more feminine. The facial expression was soft and that of a woman in lustful thought of her husband who was away. His lips formed a perfect Cupid's bow and were dynamically red and glossy. The tiara in his hair gave the look a majestic feel. The eyes were bold with long lashes and a look of confidence.

     "That's not me," Martin said looking at the Baron.

     "You are beautiful Marcia," the Baron said smiling looking at the scene. "It is a masterpiece."

      "It is a piece of fiction," Martin said with his hand still daintily on his husband's arm.

      "What do you think Vernon," one of the guest said to her husband.

      "Well, to tell the truth, it's a beautiful picture," he said looking at it again.

      "Beautiful?" she asked brashly. "Lady Vargos is a hussy and you know it," she said with seeming disdain for Martin.

      "You have to admit it takes a lot of balls for a young man to stand here in front of all these people and be proud of looking like that," he said nodding at the portrait.

      "Oh Vernon, it doesn't take a lot of balls for him. He's a fag and wants us all to know."

      The people started to mingle about and some headed to the door. Martin and the Baron thanked a few select guest for coming. Martin said nothing as the Baron thanked them. Martin extended his limp wrist to the men. When they took his hand and looked him in the eye Martin lowered his eyes and allowed them to shake his hand. It was now how he was to greet other men after the Vow.

      The Baron escorted Martin out of the great hall and into the study. Martin felt good to be out of there. He was ready to get the high heels off he was wearing as they were hurting his feet. Wearing heels without stockings he was finding was much more uncomfortable. Martin sat down in a chair and removed the heels. He wiggled and flexed his painted toes. He then turned back to the Baron who was standing next to him unzipping his pants.

      "You have got to be kidding," Martin said looking up at him.

      "Marcia my sweet, I must go to meet with some important people. I will be leaving tomorrow for an extended business trip," the Baron said as he pulled his enormous half erect cock from his pants. "I will be back to be with you later this evening." 

     "You want me to suck your dick now, right here in this room. Have you no dignity at all. I mean you can't be pulling your dick out just anywhere or anytime and expect me to suck it," Martin said starting to get up.

     The Baron's hand on Martin's shoulder kept him seated. The Baron said nothing and put his hands on his hips awaiting Martin to administer to him as his wife.

    "Do you know how cheap and used this makes me feel?" Martin said taking the Baron's dick in his hand.

     The Baron didn't seem to care. Martin stroked the Baron for a few moments then looked up at him.

      "If I have to be your wife, I expect more respect from you. This is disrespectful to me as a person, pulling me into a nearby room to give you a blowjob," Martin said looking at the Baron who once again didn't respond.

      Martin shifted slightly in the chair. Martin placed the end of the Baron's cock near his lips and looked at it.

      "Asshole," Martin said under his breath as he put the head of the Baron's cock gently in his mouth and then firmly fixed his red painted lips around the shaft just under the head. Martin now massaged the Baron's balls with one hand and stroked the full 9" shaft with the other in a vigorous masturbation. His lips were over the tip to catch the final results of his efforts.

      Martin's arm began to tire as he worked hard to get this over with. Martin looked at his own long red fingernails that were wrapped around the cock. He closed his eyes at the sight of them.

      "What have I become?" he thought for a short moment and then his cheeks bulged out suddenly and a groan came from Martin's nose as his mouth began to rapidly fill with the Baron's semen. 

      Martin finished the Baron and then gently pulling his lips over the head. Martin turned his head to one side and with a disgusted grimace, swallowed. It was a lot of cum to swallow at once and the taste made it very difficult for Martin to hold down.

      The Baron pulled Martin gently to his feet. He kissed Martin on the cheek.

      "I will miss you my sweet," he said then he left the room.

      Martin sat back down. The chastity device was locked firmly in place and as his tied, bulging balls now ached and the gold tube is penis forced into was pressing prominently against his dress.

      "I must be strong. I can't allow my mind to break or I will never get out of here. I will be doing this shit forever," he thought.

      "I need Phoebe," he thought as he poured himself a drink to get rid of the awful taste of his husband.