A Lady No More Ch. 1

                                         Martin Hastings

                                            "A Lady No More"

                    
                                         Chapter One

                                       "The Indignity?"

    Martin was not prepared to step outside the house with Lisa. He was totally naked except for the extreme red 6" high spike heeled shoes he was wearing.

      "Mrs. Vargos, here is your purse," she said handing him a small beaded clutch purse. "There is nothing inside the purse. The Baron says you brought nothing here and you will take nothing with you when you leave."

      "So why do I need a purse to carry nothing?" he said looking at the small purse.

       "Mrs. Vargos it is time for us to walk to the guest house. Please do so gracefully, with charm and with the dignity as fitting a lady of your social status."

       "Are you kidding me? Dignity?" Martin looked at her and laughed. "First of all, as you well know I'm not a lady, I'm a man and a naked man at that. I am standing here  wearing women's high heels with my dick swinging between my legs for everyone to see. Where's the dignity in this Lisa? Huh? You really think walking like some bimbo with my head held high make this somehow more dignified? It is just the opposite."

       "You are being disgraced because of your infidelity. That's why you are naked maam, and as the Baron's wife you are performing your husband's directions as you leave. How you respond is how your dignity will be remembered by others. Just be thankful The Baron didn't have you walking down Main Street lioke this. Now please step outside."

      "I don't care what others think Lisa. I am getting a divorce from this mad man. I don't have to do his bidding anymore."

      "Yes you do. He is still your husband and you will do as he bids till a judge says you are no longer his wife and signs off on the divorce. Please Mrs. Vargos, if you don't mind," she said offering him to step outside.

       Martin stepped out into the open air. He felt vulnerable and ridiculous all at the same time. He was naked. Lisa took his arm and began to walk him slowly down the path that would lead to the guest house. The landscapers saw him as he walked by head held high, arm out to one side gracefully  holding his clutch purse and swinging as were his hips as he walked in a slightly exaggerated heel over toe runway strut. His penis hanging limp and exposed gently swinging side to side for all to see.

      "Is this what you want Lisa? For me to be completely mortified in front of the landscape crew? Am I making a big enough fool of myself for you? I'm sure everyone watching is very impressed," he said in a very angry tone.

      "Yes. That's what a perp walk is all about. You're doing nicely, just keep walking," she said looking about.

      "Why aren't you wearing a dress today Lisa? A nice short skirted one. I like looking at your legs," Martin said feeling free to speak his mind now that all was ending. Making Lisa uncomfortable would be a small pleasure.  

      "We can discuss fashion later if you like," she said with a smile.

      "I'm not talking about fashion. I find you sexy in a dress. Your legs are so hot and you're a very attractive young woman, but you as a person are not, at least not to me. You are a bitch," Martin said.

      "Mrs. Vargos," Lisa said with a grin, "Are you trying to flirt with me and be a complete asshole at the same time?" she said and laughed.

      "Flirt? With you? You have to be kidding," he said.

      "You are still a married man you know. Till your divorce is final you might want to consider keeping your thoughts about sexual activities a bit more pure. You are an adulteress awith a soiled reputation already after all." 

      His words didn't seem to make Lisa uneasy at all. As she calmly responded without surprise or shock to his inferred statements.

     It was a long walk to the guest house. It wasn't the large guest house but the little cottage on the edge of the property. Martin was getting tired as the perp walk took a good fifteen minutes to complete. The pounding from wearing such high heels were hurting the balls of his feet that was bearing all his weight, as well as his shins aching from the strain in his arches from the severity of the shoe. He had been exposed to many of the workers walking  about the property.

      Once they arrived Lisa unlocked the door and opened it allowing Martin to step inside.

      It was cozy and furnished with only the finest pieces. Martin looked around for a moment savoring the fact this is where he would be and not in the bed next to the Baron awaiting to be flipped over for the next insertion of the man's massive dick up his ass hole.

      "Mrs. Vargos, please put your hands behind your back so I can cuff them together," Lisa said taking one of his hands and placing the handcuff on his wrist.

      "Why am I being handcuffed? I'm not doing any more of his perverse bidding. I'm on my way out and I want to be treated as the man I am."

      "Just turn around and be quiet Mrs. Vargos. I don't want to have to call for help from security," she said holding the cuffs in her hand, "I'm sure that the consequences of your lack of cooperation at this point might be something you would wish to avoid."

      She cuffed his hands together behind his back.

      "There," she said patting him on the shoulder. 

      She moved him over a few feet standing behind him. Martin turned his head.

       "Just look straight ahead. I'm almost done," she said turning his head back.

       "There," she said.

       "I'm out being thrown out of the house. Why is he doing this to me? He has what he wants."

        "He's not doing this to you Mrs. Vargos, I am." she said.

      Martin was shocked. He stood in the middle of the floor in 6" heels hands cuffed behind his back.

      "Lisa, let me go damn it. It's over. I don't have to do this shit anymore," he said turning to look at her pulling something out of the suitcase.

      "Exactly Mrs. Vargos. You're getting a divorce. But what's in for me?" she said looking at him.

      He was shocked by her comment. She wanted something from him.

      "I am losing my employment here because of your infidelity. You had to sleep with other men didn't you. Let them butt fuck you.  It's your fault."

      "What?"

      "You're going to grant me a nice severance package?" she said laying the suction cups on the bed. "Maybe hire me afterwards and give me meaningful employment with the same pay?"

      "You mean like be my sadistic assistant that ties me up and beats my ass and squeezes my balls as some kind of perverse beauty treatment?" he said sarcastically.

      "Yes, I can do that if you like," she said coming at him with the suction cups now.

      "I don't owe you anything Lisa. I am a prisoner here and you are one of the enforcers.. You wanted me to be a woman. Forcing me to act like a woman when you had the power of your employer behind you and I couldn't prevent it. Torturing me when I didn't do it right. I was suffering as a man and you know it. Making me be a woman. You think I owe you for losing that job? You violated me on every level."

      "Yes,. Yes I do," she said simply.

      "You're crazy," he said looking at her stunned.

      "What was it with all the people in this place," he thought to himself. Everyone he came in contact with acted like his situation was totally normal and accepted it.  His resistance was nothing more than some kind of cute schoolgirl shyness about his new role in life and that he would some day overcome this shyness with repetition. It was all backed and supported by the law of the land that was established it seemed to stop any type of exit from this lifestyle for the poor selected brides once the marriage had been consumated.

       Martin looked at the suction cups she had in her fingers.

        "Let me do this Mrs. Vargos," she said gently placing the cup over his already sagging nipples.

       Martin moved away.

       "This ends now," he shouted. "You will not get any compensation from me for your twisted attempts at making me be a woman and torturing my brain." 

       "Like I said Mrs. Vargos, I am in need of meaningful employment. Someone else has at least offered me a nice sum to help you through the divorce period."

       "What? Is it Leanne? Is she trying to get a piece of me too before I can get out of here? Where I'm from you two would receive jail time not rewards."

       "But we are not where you are from Mrs. Vargos. We are here. And you will do as your husband ask," she said holding up the cups for him to see, "and he will continue to do to you as he sees fit." Leanne is busy with a another young man who is much more appreciative of her skills than you seemed to be"

       Lisa pulled back the curtains. She looked out the window for a moment.

      "Mrs. Vargos. You see that concrete pedestal in the middle of that flower garden?" she said pointing to it.

      It was white and sculpted in a Greek style standing four feet high. He knew she was about to give him either or. It was how she always worked. He could allow something be done to him that made him feel so much shame and embarrassment or he could opt for being forced with the help of others to suffer something worse. It seemed it was always his choice.

      "I will have security hold you down while I put these cups on you and you will stand on that concrete pedestal wearing the cups. I'm afraid I will have use the anal pole inserted in the appropriate place so you can't get down and run away."

       Martin felt the initial suction applied to cause the cups to hold. Then Lisa caused Martin to squeal as she pulled each nipple 1 1/2 inches into the cups with the suction.

      "Owww, Lisa. Why are you still doing this. I am getting divorced. I won't be doing this shit anymore. Take these damn things off me, they hurt." he said between grunts."

      "Stop your whining. They look great," she said standing back looking at his nipples strained deep into the cups.

      "Look great? You think this is some kind of fashion statement? Are you happy now?" he snapped at her.

      "Yes I am" she said with a smile. "That should suffice for now. I will be back to check in on you after they are finished."

       Martin looked at her.

      "What do you mean?" Martin said now suspecting else was happening. A bigger conspiracy. "Take these things off me. I will help you as best I can. I don't know what my settlement will be or what I will be getting back. I just want out of here."

      "I know Mrs. Vargos, and that's why I have to do this to you now."

      Lisa left the cottage and closed the door. She did not lock the door however.

      Martin managed to dial the phone with his hand behind him and got hold of Darren. He had committed the number to memory as having it lying around might be to dangerous right now.

      "Darren I need you to get over here. I am in the east lawn cottage. It's by the gate."

      "Are you OK?"  he asked.

      "Oh Darren, no I'm not," Martin said as he started to break down. "They have stripped me naked and I'm in the guest house with my wrist cuffed behind my back. Just get over here and help me," Martin whined.

     "I'm on my way."

     Martin hung up the phone and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked at his hair. He would have it all cut off when he got out of here. He couldn't see the man he was even without makeup and clothes. He hated the fact he allowed them to put these cups on his nipples. It was so demeaning and yet he was standing here enduring it.