MMH 07Chapter Seven
The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 07
by: rikki ©Leanne stopped Martin just before they got to the door.
"I'm sorry
Mrs. Vargos, but you will have to wear these today," she said holding up a pair
of cuffs with lengths of chain attached. "Your security collar is not yet ready
for you."
Leanne secured
the one chain around his waist and then with a final click his wrist were locked
in the cuffs. He could move his hands about 12" away, as long as the other hand
went to his body for extra slack in the chain.
"Of course I have to wear these. What a lovely choice of jewelry Leanne. What? No necklace to go with the bracelets? It would rather complete the outfit don't you think?" he said in a sarcastic way.
She said nothing and ignored his comments. She turned him back forward the door and walked him out into the hallway where the Baron was waiting. Martin was hurried over to him by Leanne. He shuffled his feet quickly in his heels to keep up. The mask gave no indication as to the true feelings of the one behind it. That of course was it's purpose. To all who looked upon Martin's face now, the facial expression of a satisfied, happy, and sexually content woman stared unchanging back at them. Martin pulled away from her as they approached his husband.
"Ahhhh............How beautiful you are today my sweet, " the Baron said taking Martin's hands in his and admiring Martin's red fingernails again. The diamonds in Martin's wedding ring caught the light and demanded it's own attention. Leanne walked away without a word and left them together.
"So my love, how has your morning been?" he smiled. "I'm sorry, I had an early appointment and had to leave you this morning in our bed without sharing our love once more. Please forgive me. I will make it up to you tonight," he smiled again. "Did you enjoy last night my sweet?"
Martin jerked his hands back from the Baron's admiring grip and stared at him through the eyes in the mask.
"You mean being tied down and having my ass humped by you all night long? You really think I enjoyed that?" Martin shook his head and lifted his hand toward the Bliss Mask only to have the chain stop him.
"Yes. It was a very wonderful experience wasn't it?" the Baron smiled.
"YOU VIOLATED ME!!!" Martin yelled through the mask backing away. "Just!....Leave!....Me!....Alone! I hate you, you sick bastard," he yelled.
"Ah....But you are still very tense my love. I can tell. Is there something I can do for you? I give you the world," he said taking Martin's arm and pulling him closer.
"Take this damn mask off my face, and then let me go," Martin said staring back.
The Baron chuckled. "My love. I will see your face again this eveing before any others. I dream of gazing upon your beauty." He took Martin's hand and pulled him along as they walked.
"Of course I have to wear these. What a lovely choice of jewelry Leanne. What? No necklace to go with the bracelets? It would rather complete the outfit don't you think?" he said in a sarcastic way.
She said nothing and ignored his comments. She turned him back forward the door and walked him out into the hallway where the Baron was waiting. Martin was hurried over to him by Leanne. He shuffled his feet quickly in his heels to keep up. The mask gave no indication as to the true feelings of the one behind it. That of course was it's purpose. To all who looked upon Martin's face now, the facial expression of a satisfied, happy, and sexually content woman stared unchanging back at them. Martin pulled away from her as they approached his husband.
"Ahhhh............How beautiful you are today my sweet, " the Baron said taking Martin's hands in his and admiring Martin's red fingernails again. The diamonds in Martin's wedding ring caught the light and demanded it's own attention. Leanne walked away without a word and left them together.
"So my love, how has your morning been?" he smiled. "I'm sorry, I had an early appointment and had to leave you this morning in our bed without sharing our love once more. Please forgive me. I will make it up to you tonight," he smiled again. "Did you enjoy last night my sweet?"
Martin jerked his hands back from the Baron's admiring grip and stared at him through the eyes in the mask.
"You mean being tied down and having my ass humped by you all night long? You really think I enjoyed that?" Martin shook his head and lifted his hand toward the Bliss Mask only to have the chain stop him.
"Yes. It was a very wonderful experience wasn't it?" the Baron smiled.
"YOU VIOLATED ME!!!" Martin yelled through the mask backing away. "Just!....Leave!....Me!....Alone! I hate you, you sick bastard," he yelled.
"Ah....But you are still very tense my love. I can tell. Is there something I can do for you? I give you the world," he said taking Martin's arm and pulling him closer.
"Take this damn mask off my face, and then let me go," Martin said staring back.
The Baron chuckled. "My love. I will see your face again this eveing before any others. I dream of gazing upon your beauty." He took Martin's hand and pulled him along as they walked.
"Would you
please slow down. I'm wearing high heels damn it," Martin grunted as he
struggled to get his balance again, holding tightly to the Baron.
"You know my sweet, your mother is waiting in the garden to see you," he said. "She's such a beautiful young woman your mother."
Martin found
himself taking two steps to each of the Barons, due to the high heels and the
girdle he was wearing squeezing his thighs hobbling him making longer steps more
difficult. At times he was even running in his 6" high heels just to keep up.
With Martin clinging to the Baron's hand with both of his and the quick pace,
short steps gave the appearance that Martin was eager to get somewhere with the
Baron.
Martin saw
Missy stand up as they approached the garden. She was grinning and then lifted
her hands to cover her mouth and laughed out loud watching Martin approach as he
minced beside the Baron. Missy held her hand out and the Baron kissed
it.
"Nice to see you again Baron darling," she said with a wide smile.
"Aww.....Mrs. Hastings. How nice to see you this morning. You look priceless in that dress." A peep of laughter escaped Missy and she glanced at Martin and then looked back to the Baron again, to suppress the urge to laugh at Martin's appearance.
"He looks so beautiful and happy Baron. He's so lucky to have someone like in his life," she giggled again as she looked back at Martin.
"Nice to see you again Baron darling," she said with a wide smile.
"Aww.....Mrs. Hastings. How nice to see you this morning. You look priceless in that dress." A peep of laughter escaped Missy and she glanced at Martin and then looked back to the Baron again, to suppress the urge to laugh at Martin's appearance.
"He looks so beautiful and happy Baron. He's so lucky to have someone like in his life," she giggled again as she looked back at Martin.
"You bitch!"
Martin interrupted yelled at her.
"Thank you
Mrs. Hastings. I'm the lucky one I assure you." He gave a slight bow, "I will
leave you two alone for awhile so you beautiful ladies may chat privately."
The Baron
turned kissed Missy on the cheek and then Martin on the side of the head, and
left them standing there.
"I'm not a
lady," Martin yelled in frustration through the Bliss Mask as the Baron turned
to leave.
Missy was
laughing at Martin with her hand over her mouth.
"What the hell was all that about?" Martin said through the mask. "He's so lucky to have someone like you in his life," he said in a mocking tone.
"Oh Martin, what did you expect me to say? Hi guys, what's new? The situation is what it is Martin. Let's not make any unnecessary waves while I'm trying to get you out of here," she looked at him like he was out of line with his anger.
Missy then smiled again and appraised Martin's appearance. Slowly circling and admiring Martin's dress she pulled the skirt up in back and then let it fall. Missy was dressed comfortably today in her designer jeans, and a pair of blue pumps. Her hair was down and held back with a couple of barrettes, and her makeup was elegant without being over done. She was gorgeous.
"Oh my god Martin," she gushed, pulling his skirt out again, looking at his legs from the side. "What have they done to you honey? You're wearing a petticoat? How quaint is that?" she grinned and looked up at him.
"What the hell was all that about?" Martin said through the mask. "He's so lucky to have someone like you in his life," he said in a mocking tone.
"Oh Martin, what did you expect me to say? Hi guys, what's new? The situation is what it is Martin. Let's not make any unnecessary waves while I'm trying to get you out of here," she looked at him like he was out of line with his anger.
Missy then smiled again and appraised Martin's appearance. Slowly circling and admiring Martin's dress she pulled the skirt up in back and then let it fall. Missy was dressed comfortably today in her designer jeans, and a pair of blue pumps. Her hair was down and held back with a couple of barrettes, and her makeup was elegant without being over done. She was gorgeous.
"Oh my god Martin," she gushed, pulling his skirt out again, looking at his legs from the side. "What have they done to you honey? You're wearing a petticoat? How quaint is that?" she grinned and looked up at him.
"Stop teasing
me. This isn't funny."
"Oh, and the bows you are wearing are sooo......cute!" she giggled "Especially that big one in your hair. Are you trying to dress like a little girl or a sissy? I'm a little confused with the overall look."
"Shut up Missy! You know what's going on here, and stop laughing at me." He was getting angrier now.
"Where are those papers I need to sign," he stepped back. "And I want out of this "hell" today!" He stomped his heel on the ground to emphasize the point.
"Hello mother. So lovely of you to stop by an see me. You look very nice today mother. Do you have any news for me?" Missy said to his rude greeting mocking what he should have said.
"Oh, and the bows you are wearing are sooo......cute!" she giggled "Especially that big one in your hair. Are you trying to dress like a little girl or a sissy? I'm a little confused with the overall look."
"Shut up Missy! You know what's going on here, and stop laughing at me." He was getting angrier now.
"Where are those papers I need to sign," he stepped back. "And I want out of this "hell" today!" He stomped his heel on the ground to emphasize the point.
"Hello mother. So lovely of you to stop by an see me. You look very nice today mother. Do you have any news for me?" Missy said to his rude greeting mocking what he should have said.
"Forget it
Missy."
"Don't you have any manners Martin? If you can't greet me as your mother and ask me nicely, maybe I don't know the answers right now," she grinned.
"This is all so ridiculous. That asshole wants me to act like his wife,"
"Don't you have any manners Martin? If you can't greet me as your mother and ask me nicely, maybe I don't know the answers right now," she grinned.
"This is all so ridiculous. That asshole wants me to act like his wife,"
"Really? You
are his wife Martin,"
"And you want
me to act like your son and call you mother."
"I am your
mother," she said right back.
None of this
seem a bit odd at all to you?" He was getting aggressive again.
"Well I see the conflict sweetheart." She thought a second. "Would it be less of an oddity for you if you were being treated like the Baron's wife and my daughter....Marcia? See, that way you only have to worry about being a girl, and not fret about being my son dressed like a girl," she asked looking him over again and raised an eyebrow. Then she grinned.
The Bliss Mask stared unchanging at her.
"Well I see the conflict sweetheart." She thought a second. "Would it be less of an oddity for you if you were being treated like the Baron's wife and my daughter....Marcia? See, that way you only have to worry about being a girl, and not fret about being my son dressed like a girl," she asked looking him over again and raised an eyebrow. Then she grinned.
The Bliss Mask stared unchanging at her.
"That's not
what I meant and you know it. Don't start this Marcia crap with me. Just get me
out of here, and take this mask off me," he insisted his frustration
showing.
"OK Martin. I won't call you Marcia. Honey listen, I know it isn't easy for you being here, but I am your mother, and I feel a little more respect from you is in order. I am trying to get you out of here. It is not easy and it is taking up a lot of my time." She was serious now.
"I'm older than you Missy," he reiterated, "You are not my mother. You were my stepmother by marriage. Where's the right for you to be called mother in that?"
He did have a good point. It was very humbling for him in a whole different way to have her perceived as his mother. "How do you think I feel about all this? Calling someone mother, in front of other people, who is younger than me," he sounded a little choked up. "That is just adding more degradation on top of all this." he said holding his hands out to display himself.
"How do you think I feel Martin? My only son is married to a man. The wife of a man Martin. I mean look at you," she put both hands out for emphasis just as he had.
"OK Martin. I won't call you Marcia. Honey listen, I know it isn't easy for you being here, but I am your mother, and I feel a little more respect from you is in order. I am trying to get you out of here. It is not easy and it is taking up a lot of my time." She was serious now.
"I'm older than you Missy," he reiterated, "You are not my mother. You were my stepmother by marriage. Where's the right for you to be called mother in that?"
He did have a good point. It was very humbling for him in a whole different way to have her perceived as his mother. "How do you think I feel about all this? Calling someone mother, in front of other people, who is younger than me," he sounded a little choked up. "That is just adding more degradation on top of all this." he said holding his hands out to display himself.
"How do you think I feel Martin? My only son is married to a man. The wife of a man Martin. I mean look at you," she put both hands out for emphasis just as he had.
"Stop
it!"
"My son is standing in front of me wearing a dress and high heels. He is dressed like a woman. Do you want your mother to help you? Or should I just assume I've lost my son in all this mess. If you're not my son, then you must be my daughter. That's how I see it Martin." She now pointed her finger at him to make her point.
"If you are to be my daughter, I've got to tell you right now Martin, I have no problems with you being married to the Baron. I think it would be the best thing for you just to leave you the way you are. You can call me Missy if you like then and I will call you Marcia," she seemed a little upset now. "Well?"
"Missy...."
"Martin!! Are you my son or not?" she snapped. "I must insist you call me mother or you can call me mommy. I figure that is a little embarrassing for a man your age, though I think I might like that. You are to be eccentric in many ways anyway I'm told."
"No," he said. There was no way he was calling her mommy like a child.
"OK, Martin. I'm so glad we have that all settled," she seemed to change gears so fast. It was on to other things as if what had just happened never happened.
"So......Mother....... Take this mask off me and let's get out of here? I can't take any more of this. This is all bullshit. I'm a prisoner here." he sounded resolved once again.
"Well Martin. The Bliss Mask has to stay on for now. What I have found out so far, is unfortunately, you are not a prisoner here. This marriage is legal and binding as any other. You are married to the Baron, and as such you can't just leave without his permission, and I really doubt he is going to go along with that right now," she was getting papers out of her purse.
"My son is standing in front of me wearing a dress and high heels. He is dressed like a woman. Do you want your mother to help you? Or should I just assume I've lost my son in all this mess. If you're not my son, then you must be my daughter. That's how I see it Martin." She now pointed her finger at him to make her point.
"If you are to be my daughter, I've got to tell you right now Martin, I have no problems with you being married to the Baron. I think it would be the best thing for you just to leave you the way you are. You can call me Missy if you like then and I will call you Marcia," she seemed a little upset now. "Well?"
"Missy...."
"Martin!! Are you my son or not?" she snapped. "I must insist you call me mother or you can call me mommy. I figure that is a little embarrassing for a man your age, though I think I might like that. You are to be eccentric in many ways anyway I'm told."
"No," he said. There was no way he was calling her mommy like a child.
"OK, Martin. I'm so glad we have that all settled," she seemed to change gears so fast. It was on to other things as if what had just happened never happened.
"So......Mother....... Take this mask off me and let's get out of here? I can't take any more of this. This is all bullshit. I'm a prisoner here." he sounded resolved once again.
"Well Martin. The Bliss Mask has to stay on for now. What I have found out so far, is unfortunately, you are not a prisoner here. This marriage is legal and binding as any other. You are married to the Baron, and as such you can't just leave without his permission, and I really doubt he is going to go along with that right now," she was getting papers out of her purse.
"What do you mean I can't
leave?"
"If you left
and tried to hide from your husband or run away, you would be brought back here
as soon as you were found. It would be so much more difficult, if not impossible
to get you out of here then. Being a ""Runaway Bride" in this country is a crime
in this type of marriage, and is something we don't want to have to deal
with."
She opened the papers for him. "I'm going to assume from the fact you are wearing that Bliss Mask, you had sex with the Baron last night," she looked at him.
"WHAT!!! I can't believe you just said that. They locked this damned thing over my face. I can't get it off. It has no meaning. I would never allow any man to have sex with me. They can't make me!" Martin clenched his fist in his denial.
"Settle down Martin," she said in a controlled voice. "The Bliss Mask denotes the consummation of the marriage has started. I was just asking to make sure because it makes a difference in an annulment process." She looked to him and asked again. "Did you somehow avoid the first night? I mean, I don't believe giving head to your husband is considered a consummation process, and if that's all you did then..........'
"NO!!! I didn't give head to a man!! That's sick,"
She opened the papers for him. "I'm going to assume from the fact you are wearing that Bliss Mask, you had sex with the Baron last night," she looked at him.
"WHAT!!! I can't believe you just said that. They locked this damned thing over my face. I can't get it off. It has no meaning. I would never allow any man to have sex with me. They can't make me!" Martin clenched his fist in his denial.
"Settle down Martin," she said in a controlled voice. "The Bliss Mask denotes the consummation of the marriage has started. I was just asking to make sure because it makes a difference in an annulment process." She looked to him and asked again. "Did you somehow avoid the first night? I mean, I don't believe giving head to your husband is considered a consummation process, and if that's all you did then..........'
"NO!!! I didn't give head to a man!! That's sick,"
Martin walked
around his heels clicking as his eyes began to tear up behind the Bliss Mask. He
needed those papers done, but it was so demoralizing as a man to have to tell
her he had actually started the consummation and had sex with another man. He
couldn't do that.
"Martin.........Sweetie. If we do this paperwork wrong honey, it will have to be done again. It will just take even longer to get done." She put her arm around him and they sat down on the bench. She hugged him.
"Martin honey tell me. What happened last night. Help me to help you," she said.
"It was horrible. I was not a willing participant Mother," his voice indicated tears were flowing behind the mask.
"Martin.........Sweetie. If we do this paperwork wrong honey, it will have to be done again. It will just take even longer to get done." She put her arm around him and they sat down on the bench. She hugged him.
"Martin honey tell me. What happened last night. Help me to help you," she said.
"It was horrible. I was not a willing participant Mother," his voice indicated tears were flowing behind the mask.
"It's Ok
Martin, tell mommy all about it."
"I was......was tied standing at the end of the bed to the bedrails. My....my legs were spread and my ankles fastened to the bed rails. He bent me over the rail and held me there. I couldn't stop him. I tried. He held me down and made me submit to." He regained his composure a bit. "How can that be consummation if I'm forced to do something. I don't want to be married. This thing just won't stop." He sat up.
"Martin.....did the Baron cum inside you? I mean if he was wearing a condom, then you were never actually seeded. We may be able to use that," she said softly. Martin didn't answer at first. He sat with his head down.
"Martin? This is very important," she stated.
"Why do I have to say it?" he shook his head.
"Because, by wearing the Bliss Mask, it says you and the Baron had sex together. The Bliss Mask tells everyone who see's you that you have been seeded by your husband, but you say he didn't seed you, so I must know for sure. Did he cum inside you?" she asked again.
"Yes, he did. I tried to stop him." he said softly. Missy patted his arm.
"It's OK Martin sweetie. I know how painful and degrading being forced to have sex in your ass is. Your father use to force me to have anal sex with him on a regular basis too. I hated it," she said rubbing his neck and examining the brownish hickey spots on his neck his husband had given him.
"What are you saying?" he hissed "You're a girl. I'm a guy, and I'm a straight guy. It's not the same Miss.....mother." He pulled away at her insinuation that her experience with a man was in some wa equal to his with a man.
"Oh really," she said back at him. "You really think that because I'm a girl, that my ass is somehow more receptive to having a big dick forced inside it than yours is?" she snapped at him. "That somehow it doesn't hurt me to be butt fucked as bad because I have a pussy between my legs and you have a dick?"
"No....I guess not," he stammered after the way she put it.
"Shut up Martin! Let me tell you something young man. I had to endure your father's little sexual fantasies and demaning games while he was alive. I did whatever he demanded, because I had to. My ass wasn't designed to have a dick in it anymore than yours is Martin. It hurts being pumped like that, and it hurts a lot, but I was butt fucked regularly by your dad regardless of my objections and yes I cried every single time he did it. I didn't like it one bit. So remember that." she stood up. "I am very insulted that you would think that way Martin."
"I'm sorry," he yelled out. "I'm just being forced to dress like a woman and," he paused "Mother, I'm so humiliated and I'm so frustrated that nobody seems to care that this is being done to me. I want to get out of here and go home," he shook his head. "I want it all to stop."
"There are humiliating things we all must endure in life Martin. Did you know my hair was done by a woman your dad hired. She owned a salon. I was never allowed to have any opinions on how I looked. The color and styles of my hair were just done for me, without consultation, while I just sat there like a bimbo. I was only told when to show up for an appointment. You really think a girl my age liked wearing those big, extreme sprayed stiff hairdo's I wore? Those long, god awful, gaudy red fingernails? I was required to wear those by your dad Martin." She was on a roll now venting many of her untold frustrations on Martin.
"I didn't want breast implants either. Your father just scheduled the breast enhancement for me like he would a hair appointment. He thought bigger tits would look nice on me," She sneered as she said it. "I was restrained in a chair when my nipples were pierced. Did you know that Martin? I was scared, and nobody cared what my opinion might be on how MY NIPPLES should look on MY BODY. So, I know a little about this type thing Martin. Just because you have a dick swinging between your legs doesn't mean you are being any more violated or this is any more of an injustice than what I went through." She paused a moment regaining her composure.
"Now.......I'm going to get you out of here as soon as I can. Till then, you will just have to deal with this situation as best you can, and I expect a little more respect from you next time I see you." She seemed relieved to have set the record straight.
Martin was shocked. He needed her help desperately. In his mind he saw it differently. She's a girl. Having her hair done up extreme like she did, even though she didn't want it, was different than him having his hair done up the same way against his will. She was a girl being forced to do extreme feminine things for a man's enjoyment. Yes, a bit humiliating, even bimbo like maybe. He was sure she would have been embarrassed stepping out initially, but she is still a girl. He was a guy being forced to do some extreme feminine things. Embarrassed is not a strong enough word to describe the feelings he felt. Degraded, demoralized and mortified came to mind. Surely she realizes the difference.
"Now Martin. First off you must sign these papers where marked. This one is the request for an annulment. The annulment will be based on your desire to pursue full womanhood and your intentions of having a sex change."
"NO!!! I will not sign that. You must have lost your mind. I'm trying to get out of these clothes," he turned away and yelled in frustration. "What do you mean sex change? I want out of this mess, not in deeper," he yelled at her.
"Martin, You don't have to have a sex change, but it is the grounds we will use to get this marriage dissolved quickly." She walked towards him and lowered her voice.
"Listen for a second. You are in a same sex marriage. Right?" she looked for his acknowledgement. "The law recognizes that. Now that you realize you wish to become a woman both privately and publicly and as a matter of law...... you want to have this marriage dissolved on this basis. The fact this would no longer be a same sex marriage opens a window for us. The state allows for such adjustments, especially since your father didn't know of your desire to be a woman, before accepting the Baron's offer of marriage for you."
"I was......was tied standing at the end of the bed to the bedrails. My....my legs were spread and my ankles fastened to the bed rails. He bent me over the rail and held me there. I couldn't stop him. I tried. He held me down and made me submit to." He regained his composure a bit. "How can that be consummation if I'm forced to do something. I don't want to be married. This thing just won't stop." He sat up.
"Martin.....did the Baron cum inside you? I mean if he was wearing a condom, then you were never actually seeded. We may be able to use that," she said softly. Martin didn't answer at first. He sat with his head down.
"Martin? This is very important," she stated.
"Why do I have to say it?" he shook his head.
"Because, by wearing the Bliss Mask, it says you and the Baron had sex together. The Bliss Mask tells everyone who see's you that you have been seeded by your husband, but you say he didn't seed you, so I must know for sure. Did he cum inside you?" she asked again.
"Yes, he did. I tried to stop him." he said softly. Missy patted his arm.
"It's OK Martin sweetie. I know how painful and degrading being forced to have sex in your ass is. Your father use to force me to have anal sex with him on a regular basis too. I hated it," she said rubbing his neck and examining the brownish hickey spots on his neck his husband had given him.
"What are you saying?" he hissed "You're a girl. I'm a guy, and I'm a straight guy. It's not the same Miss.....mother." He pulled away at her insinuation that her experience with a man was in some wa equal to his with a man.
"Oh really," she said back at him. "You really think that because I'm a girl, that my ass is somehow more receptive to having a big dick forced inside it than yours is?" she snapped at him. "That somehow it doesn't hurt me to be butt fucked as bad because I have a pussy between my legs and you have a dick?"
"No....I guess not," he stammered after the way she put it.
"Shut up Martin! Let me tell you something young man. I had to endure your father's little sexual fantasies and demaning games while he was alive. I did whatever he demanded, because I had to. My ass wasn't designed to have a dick in it anymore than yours is Martin. It hurts being pumped like that, and it hurts a lot, but I was butt fucked regularly by your dad regardless of my objections and yes I cried every single time he did it. I didn't like it one bit. So remember that." she stood up. "I am very insulted that you would think that way Martin."
"I'm sorry," he yelled out. "I'm just being forced to dress like a woman and," he paused "Mother, I'm so humiliated and I'm so frustrated that nobody seems to care that this is being done to me. I want to get out of here and go home," he shook his head. "I want it all to stop."
"There are humiliating things we all must endure in life Martin. Did you know my hair was done by a woman your dad hired. She owned a salon. I was never allowed to have any opinions on how I looked. The color and styles of my hair were just done for me, without consultation, while I just sat there like a bimbo. I was only told when to show up for an appointment. You really think a girl my age liked wearing those big, extreme sprayed stiff hairdo's I wore? Those long, god awful, gaudy red fingernails? I was required to wear those by your dad Martin." She was on a roll now venting many of her untold frustrations on Martin.
"I didn't want breast implants either. Your father just scheduled the breast enhancement for me like he would a hair appointment. He thought bigger tits would look nice on me," She sneered as she said it. "I was restrained in a chair when my nipples were pierced. Did you know that Martin? I was scared, and nobody cared what my opinion might be on how MY NIPPLES should look on MY BODY. So, I know a little about this type thing Martin. Just because you have a dick swinging between your legs doesn't mean you are being any more violated or this is any more of an injustice than what I went through." She paused a moment regaining her composure.
"Now.......I'm going to get you out of here as soon as I can. Till then, you will just have to deal with this situation as best you can, and I expect a little more respect from you next time I see you." She seemed relieved to have set the record straight.
Martin was shocked. He needed her help desperately. In his mind he saw it differently. She's a girl. Having her hair done up extreme like she did, even though she didn't want it, was different than him having his hair done up the same way against his will. She was a girl being forced to do extreme feminine things for a man's enjoyment. Yes, a bit humiliating, even bimbo like maybe. He was sure she would have been embarrassed stepping out initially, but she is still a girl. He was a guy being forced to do some extreme feminine things. Embarrassed is not a strong enough word to describe the feelings he felt. Degraded, demoralized and mortified came to mind. Surely she realizes the difference.
"Now Martin. First off you must sign these papers where marked. This one is the request for an annulment. The annulment will be based on your desire to pursue full womanhood and your intentions of having a sex change."
"NO!!! I will not sign that. You must have lost your mind. I'm trying to get out of these clothes," he turned away and yelled in frustration. "What do you mean sex change? I want out of this mess, not in deeper," he yelled at her.
"Martin, You don't have to have a sex change, but it is the grounds we will use to get this marriage dissolved quickly." She walked towards him and lowered her voice.
"Listen for a second. You are in a same sex marriage. Right?" she looked for his acknowledgement. "The law recognizes that. Now that you realize you wish to become a woman both privately and publicly and as a matter of law...... you want to have this marriage dissolved on this basis. The fact this would no longer be a same sex marriage opens a window for us. The state allows for such adjustments, especially since your father didn't know of your desire to be a woman, before accepting the Baron's offer of marriage for you."
She smiled and
sighed.
"It's
complicated I know, but once we get you out of here, you can do as you wish.
They are not going to force you to go through with the sex change Martin, but
just saying I don't want to be married to this man anymore, well just won't get
this resolved," she looked to him trying to make him understand.
"That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I just can't do it. I can't allow myself to accept those terms Mother. It scares me. Look where I am now. Imagine if I said I wanted more. No. There has to be another way," he sighed. "No one would believe me anyway."
"Well, the dowry must be returned also," she put down another paper. "That would be $5,000,000.00. He is very wealthy you know."
"Fine give it back to him," Martin said still resisting putting his signature on that paper.
"This paper authorizes me to take this out of your trust fund," she showed him where to sign.
"Why am I paying for this? Where is the money he gave my dad?"
"That actually went to me Martin. Your dad was dead and I was the only family member left to accept the money. I was not in the will for some reason, and I did have some debt from your dad's death, so I didn't know at the time it would have to go back," she said as a matter of fact.
"Give it back Missy...Mother," the Bliss Mask was so deceiving in it's look.
"Martin. Sign right here. It is all set up. You will pay it and you will also pay the additional $2,000,000.00 for the "goodwill" payment. That prevents any insults or complications from occurring as a result of the annulment. The Baron could contest this, or reject it outright if we don't make a generous offer here," she handed him the pen.
"Forget it. I'm not giving him anything, and you will give back that money he gave you." He threw the pen down.
"I don't care if his feelings get hurt. I want him to know and understand, that I can't stand to see his face. He can find some faggot somewhere, I'm sure, who would be very happy being his so-called wife," he said pushing the papers away. "I am not buying myself back."
She picked up the papers. "Fine Martin. That's OK with me. If that's how you want it. I hope things go well for you here. I've tried and done all I can do for you. You have a nice day then, Mrs. Vargos and a even more pleasant evening." She picked up her purse and turned to leave.
She walked down the walkway quickly. Martin quickly pursued trotting in his open toe pumps to catch up, calling for her to wait.
"OK.....OK......I'll sign the papers. MOTHER.......WAIT! Just get me out of here," he gasped. His feet ached again at running in these extreme heels, and being open toes, the squeeze on his toes was agonizing.
"Are you going to listen to me Martin so I can help you get out of here? I have to get this process started. If you have a better idea, I'm listening." she was ready to leave for good.
"It's just too much, so quick," he said taking his mincing steps catching up to her. "I just don't want to go back in there tonight. In that room with him. Can you stop that? Please?" he asked.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't change that." She looked in her purse for the pen.
"Who knows what he's going to do to me tonight. I don't think I can go through all that again. It's so painful," he was still breathing hard from the run.
"Suck his dick Martin. He'll let you do that I'm sure. All men enjoy having their dick sucked." She put the papers down for him to sign. Once again Martin was stunned by her statement. "It'll save your butthole a little wear and tear I'm sure." she said as she handed him a pen.
"How can I do that? I don't........I'm not going to do that. I'll find another way." She then interrupted him.
"It's easy to do Martin. You've had women do it to you a hundred times I'm sure. Just open up your mouth wide and put his dick in your mouth and bob your head up and down stroking his dick with your lips. The rest will take care of itself." She was unemotional in her statement watching him sign the papers. Martin cringed. Did all women think this way? This was the second time he'd been told this.
"I won't do that. It's out of the question. I'm getting sick just thinking about it," he said. "I just don't want him to touch me ever again. No sex. Nothing. What can I do to stop him?" he asked her.
"Nothing. Nothing at all will keep his dick out of your ass tonight. But, if you listen to me, maybe you can cut down the amount of time he spends pounding your butthole. You want to hear it?"
"I don't want this man fucking me in my ass Miss........Mother," he stammered.
"I know you don't Martin, but that can't be stopped. He is going to do it, and you are going to let him. You know that. I will tell you what to do, but it won't be what you want to hear. Do you want to hear what I have to say?" she asked. He shook his head yes.
"That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. I just can't do it. I can't allow myself to accept those terms Mother. It scares me. Look where I am now. Imagine if I said I wanted more. No. There has to be another way," he sighed. "No one would believe me anyway."
"Well, the dowry must be returned also," she put down another paper. "That would be $5,000,000.00. He is very wealthy you know."
"Fine give it back to him," Martin said still resisting putting his signature on that paper.
"This paper authorizes me to take this out of your trust fund," she showed him where to sign.
"Why am I paying for this? Where is the money he gave my dad?"
"That actually went to me Martin. Your dad was dead and I was the only family member left to accept the money. I was not in the will for some reason, and I did have some debt from your dad's death, so I didn't know at the time it would have to go back," she said as a matter of fact.
"Give it back Missy...Mother," the Bliss Mask was so deceiving in it's look.
"Martin. Sign right here. It is all set up. You will pay it and you will also pay the additional $2,000,000.00 for the "goodwill" payment. That prevents any insults or complications from occurring as a result of the annulment. The Baron could contest this, or reject it outright if we don't make a generous offer here," she handed him the pen.
"Forget it. I'm not giving him anything, and you will give back that money he gave you." He threw the pen down.
"I don't care if his feelings get hurt. I want him to know and understand, that I can't stand to see his face. He can find some faggot somewhere, I'm sure, who would be very happy being his so-called wife," he said pushing the papers away. "I am not buying myself back."
She picked up the papers. "Fine Martin. That's OK with me. If that's how you want it. I hope things go well for you here. I've tried and done all I can do for you. You have a nice day then, Mrs. Vargos and a even more pleasant evening." She picked up her purse and turned to leave.
She walked down the walkway quickly. Martin quickly pursued trotting in his open toe pumps to catch up, calling for her to wait.
"OK.....OK......I'll sign the papers. MOTHER.......WAIT! Just get me out of here," he gasped. His feet ached again at running in these extreme heels, and being open toes, the squeeze on his toes was agonizing.
"Are you going to listen to me Martin so I can help you get out of here? I have to get this process started. If you have a better idea, I'm listening." she was ready to leave for good.
"It's just too much, so quick," he said taking his mincing steps catching up to her. "I just don't want to go back in there tonight. In that room with him. Can you stop that? Please?" he asked.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't change that." She looked in her purse for the pen.
"Who knows what he's going to do to me tonight. I don't think I can go through all that again. It's so painful," he was still breathing hard from the run.
"Suck his dick Martin. He'll let you do that I'm sure. All men enjoy having their dick sucked." She put the papers down for him to sign. Once again Martin was stunned by her statement. "It'll save your butthole a little wear and tear I'm sure." she said as she handed him a pen.
"How can I do that? I don't........I'm not going to do that. I'll find another way." She then interrupted him.
"It's easy to do Martin. You've had women do it to you a hundred times I'm sure. Just open up your mouth wide and put his dick in your mouth and bob your head up and down stroking his dick with your lips. The rest will take care of itself." She was unemotional in her statement watching him sign the papers. Martin cringed. Did all women think this way? This was the second time he'd been told this.
"I won't do that. It's out of the question. I'm getting sick just thinking about it," he said. "I just don't want him to touch me ever again. No sex. Nothing. What can I do to stop him?" he asked her.
"Nothing. Nothing at all will keep his dick out of your ass tonight. But, if you listen to me, maybe you can cut down the amount of time he spends pounding your butthole. You want to hear it?"
"I don't want this man fucking me in my ass Miss........Mother," he stammered.
"I know you don't Martin, but that can't be stopped. He is going to do it, and you are going to let him. You know that. I will tell you what to do, but it won't be what you want to hear. Do you want to hear what I have to say?" she asked. He shook his head yes.
"OK Martin,
first of all try and be cooperative. I know it won't be easy. Fighting it hasn't
and won't change things. Cooperating may make things a little easier on you."
She took a serious tone. "You need to fondle him handle his cock and rub his
balls, just like you would like a pretty young girl to do for you."
"What?" he gasped.
"Hush and listen Martin." She picked up where she left off. "Expose your feet for him and try to seductively wiggle those red toes while you are stimulating him. Act like you are enjoying it Martin. That's very important. Mental stimulation is so important." She smiled a bit as she continued.
"What about my mental situation?" he snapped at her.
"Your mental stimulation will be the thought of all the butt fucking you saved yourself from this man by taking my advise," she continued, "You will want to suck his dick, and suck it vigorously with passion. Suck it like you like doing it. Remember if he accidentally cums in your mouth, that's your butthole being saved one long, hard painful pounding. He may stop you before that and insist on taking you from behind, but at least he will cum quicker than if you hadn't sucked his dick at all, especially if you got him to the edge."
Martin hung his head, shaking it back and forth. "I can't do that," he was weeping in his mask. "I just can't do that kind of stuff." He looked at her through the mask. "It's not fair. How can you even ask me to do such a thing?"
"Martin. Listen to me." she sounded sympathetic. "It will be only you and the Baron in that room. He will be the only person to witness what the two of you do. It will be private. Everything you two do will remain in that room. Now, having said that everybody is going to think you suck his dick anyway, so no matter what you two do, your public image is going to be the same. So save your butthole some wear and tear Martin. Be a woman for the night, suck his dick and act like you like it. Pretend Martin. It will be better on you I promise." she raised an eyebrow as if waiting for him to agree with her.
She then smiled and lifted his chin up. "Faking pleasure is the oldest female trick in the book," a sly grin crossed her lips.
"I'm not a female," he said softly.
"Yes, I know. But you look like one," she shot back. "And tonight........you really need to act like one." She backed away and admired him.
"Look at yourself Martin. You're wearing a pretty petticoated dress, and high spike heels. You have a large bow in your hair. Your whole image is extremely feminine." She took his hands and cracked a smile, "You have pretty red fingernails and no matter how you try to deny it sweetheart, you are married to a man and you did have sex with him last night. So let's face it Martin, your manhood has been put on hold for now. Spread your legs wide honey and do what you have to do to get through all this." She kissed the Bliss Mask and walked him back to the house.
"What?" he gasped.
"Hush and listen Martin." She picked up where she left off. "Expose your feet for him and try to seductively wiggle those red toes while you are stimulating him. Act like you are enjoying it Martin. That's very important. Mental stimulation is so important." She smiled a bit as she continued.
"What about my mental situation?" he snapped at her.
"Your mental stimulation will be the thought of all the butt fucking you saved yourself from this man by taking my advise," she continued, "You will want to suck his dick, and suck it vigorously with passion. Suck it like you like doing it. Remember if he accidentally cums in your mouth, that's your butthole being saved one long, hard painful pounding. He may stop you before that and insist on taking you from behind, but at least he will cum quicker than if you hadn't sucked his dick at all, especially if you got him to the edge."
Martin hung his head, shaking it back and forth. "I can't do that," he was weeping in his mask. "I just can't do that kind of stuff." He looked at her through the mask. "It's not fair. How can you even ask me to do such a thing?"
"Martin. Listen to me." she sounded sympathetic. "It will be only you and the Baron in that room. He will be the only person to witness what the two of you do. It will be private. Everything you two do will remain in that room. Now, having said that everybody is going to think you suck his dick anyway, so no matter what you two do, your public image is going to be the same. So save your butthole some wear and tear Martin. Be a woman for the night, suck his dick and act like you like it. Pretend Martin. It will be better on you I promise." she raised an eyebrow as if waiting for him to agree with her.
She then smiled and lifted his chin up. "Faking pleasure is the oldest female trick in the book," a sly grin crossed her lips.
"I'm not a female," he said softly.
"Yes, I know. But you look like one," she shot back. "And tonight........you really need to act like one." She backed away and admired him.
"Look at yourself Martin. You're wearing a pretty petticoated dress, and high spike heels. You have a large bow in your hair. Your whole image is extremely feminine." She took his hands and cracked a smile, "You have pretty red fingernails and no matter how you try to deny it sweetheart, you are married to a man and you did have sex with him last night. So let's face it Martin, your manhood has been put on hold for now. Spread your legs wide honey and do what you have to do to get through all this." She kissed the Bliss Mask and walked him back to the house.
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