LTLV Ch. 15

TLV Chapter Fifteen
 "The Life and Times of Lady Vargos"


                           Chapter 15



                       "Victim or Slut"


    The process started the next morning without Martin needing to lift a finger. Leanne had done as she had promised the day before and she set his now platinum blond hair in 1 1/2" brush curlers, that he would wear for the day. As usual the rows were perfectly straight with the two pink pins holding each curler tightly in place. Leanne was a perfectionist.

      Leanne had been informed that Martin was going out to do some shopping today but she saw nothing wrong with him wearing curlers in his hair for the outing and she also placed the plastic PCP collar around his neck. Leanne snugged the collar up rather firmly and then fastened the clip that could not be opened. It wasn't tight enough effect him swallowing or breathing but it was tight enough to be uncomfortable and he knew it was there. Being tagged and labeled in such a way for public outings was not just an insult to his male pride but it was also degrading to him as a human being. He had no choice in the matter, he had to wear the collar or risk being arrested. The new PCP's were pink with bold black lettering and were easily noticeable from a distance.

      Martin had commented to Leanne on clothes he wished to wear today. Something he had not done since arriving because everything was decided for him with his rebellious attitude. But now he was using the illusion of cooperation to try and gain some control in much the same way as Dorothy had done. What else could he do. It was actually working to some degree, and no need to rock the boat anymore as he prepared to meet Darren and begin his adulterous relationship for the sole purpose of getting a divorce from his husband.

      "Leanne," he had said as he sat in the styling chair in his robe having his hair set. "I think for my shopping trip I would like to wear pants and a blouse today instead of a dress. It is a little windy out," he commented not knowing what her reaction would be.

     "Why Lady Vargos, it's good to hear you are expressing your own desires when it comes to your daily appearance. Were you thinking a pair of tight black leather carpi's with a rear zipper or some nice shiny gold spandex," she asked with a grin.?" 

      "Regular jeans today if you don't mind," he replied trying to remain in control of the conversation.

      "Sure, that will be no problem. Lisa and I will help get you dressed as soon as we are done with your morning prep and makeup." Leanne said smiling but not seeming to react in any way to the sense of acceptance he was showing her.

      "I don't suppose you would reconsider me wearing curlers in my hair?' he said looking at her in the mirror. 

       "Mrs. Vargos, A high society figure such as yourself trying to move about in public incognito while shopping is part of the reputation you want isn't it? I think wearing your hair in curlers is part of the wardrobe for these type outings as much as it is a convenience to dry your hair for later styling."

      "It is fucking embarrassing too," Martin thought to himself, "Not that you would care about that."

      The stretching of Martin's nipples with the suction cups was being done by Lisa as his hair was being rolled today since he would not be spending time under the dryer.

     "Oww!," Martin squeaked as Lisa pumped his nipple into a long narrow tube. It was a little longer than the than the others she had been using. He had noticed his nipples were beginning to droop from the daily pumping he received.

     He tried to ignore Lisa as much as he could because she was looking very feminine again in a short skirt and heels, and he didn't want an accidental arousal like last time. He was not in the chastity restraint at the moment.

      It was such a mix of emotions for Martin when it came to Lisa. He found her so attractive and feminine. He was turned on by her presence and could see himself being in a relationship with the image she portrayed. But the image was all there was to her as far as he was concerned. He hated the substance of the young woman and her indifference to his suffering.

      After sitting in the chair for 45 minutes, the cups were removed.

     "Time to get you dressed for the day Lady Vargos," Lisa said. "I have a nice surprise for you this morning."
      Martin was very angry as he stormed down the hallway to the study wearing a sleeveless summer dress, in white and boldly decorated with bright red polka dots. His chest was padded with a longline D-cup bra. Wearing what he considered excessive jewelery and red high heel sandals Martin was ready to meet Darren. Leanne had let him believe he would be wearing what he requested only to have Lisa hand him the dress instead when it was time. He argued with Lisa about the dress, but she wouldn't hear of it. Pants were not feminine enough in her mind for shopping. He hated her. He still couldn't control that aspect of his situation and it irritated him. 

     "Don't you have something you need to be doing," Martin said to one of the maids that was staring at the new platinum color of his hair that was wrapped around brush rollers.

      "Yes sir," she said grinning and hurrying off to tell the others what she had just seen. 

      Phoebe was waiting for Martin in the study. She wanted to get some juicy tidbits for her column. He glanced up at her as he entered the room not surprised at all she was there.

      "Did you get any information for me on my father's business affairs in this country?" he asked sitting down at the desk.

      "Why yes I did," she said grinning and sitting on the edge of the desk. 

      "Did my father know the Baron before my marriage was arranged?" he asked not worried about the humiliating subject matter. He needed facts as to how this all happened.

      "Well, we can assume some things and then throw in a few facts to come to a conclusion that, yes, I believe they knew each other before." She smiled at him.

      "I don't need assumptions Phoebe. What are you assuming?" he seemed angered.

      "Well," she said as if pondering the matter, "I seriously doubt that a business man such as your father could have operated a business the size of his in this country and the Baron not be aware of it. He probably had to have the Baron's OK. That is my assumption."

      She gave Martin a smile.

      "I guess not," he agreed.

      "So your father brought John over here to manage the business and I guess he proposed to the man. When John rejected the proposal everything was already in place for an arranged marriage contract. John was estranged from his family. There were some serious issues that had divided and kept them apart. They didn't have much and it was a easy contract for your father to make promising to take care of heir son for the rest of his life and of course making them very wealthy at the same time. John couldn't leave here and ended up married to your father and was held here by the laws of the land."

     "So you're saying my father instigated this first by forcing an employee to marry him?"

      "Yep," she said looking at him with an amused look.

      "So how did the Baron and my father meet, I mean as far as my situation is concerned?" he asked.

      "Not sure yet. That will take more time."

      It was not what Martin wanted to hear but at least she was finding out some things for him, but there was a price and he was about to pay it.

      "Now, Lady Vargos my column. There is a rumor floating around that you gave an insurance adjuster some adult satisfaction outside on the manor grounds. Do you care to comment on this rumor? she asked waiting his reply.

      Martin looked at her with surprise. It must have been the guy that he so aggressively approached thinking he was Darren.

      "I would never do such a thing," he said in his own defense. 

      "There are eye witnesses. They said you did it with this man on your knees right out in the open not even trying to hide it."

      "Listen Phoebe, that was a misunderstanding. I was......."

      "So it did happen then?" she asked firmly cutting him off. 

      "It was not like that," Martin pleaded

      "Mrs. Vargos, did you give a man satisfaction after taking that Vow?" she asked as if shocked by the thought. "OMG!" she said in a quick mocking way touching her fingers to her chest.

      Martin closed his eyes and tried to regroup. His heavily shadowed eyelids and long lashes gave a seductive look to his face. This was the type of things that were going to be written about him as he pursued his divorce. It would be hard to take having such things publicly stated with little defence on his part.

       "I have no comment," he said bluntly.

       Phoebe scribbled down that when asked about the incident Martin did not deny it happened.

       "Now, do you feel your over active sexuality and desires to act out your life as a masochistic man dressed as a woman is linked to the fact that your mother made you dress like a girl when you were a boy?"

       "That's not true. My mother never dressed me like a girl," he shouted.

       "Oh?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "Your aunt has told me that she is not surprised at your lifestyle here at all. Says you dressed like a girl almost all the time in your early teen years as she recalls."

       His aunt had signed the arrangement papers. She was lying but he could do nothing to stop this story that was being fabricated about him and his life.

       "I have no comment," Martin hissed allowing this idea to be taken by Phoebe to be exploited at his own expense. In the end would it really matter what these people thought of him as long as he was divorced and could leave the country and become himself again.

      "Finally," she said standing up. "The truth comes out," she said gathering her things.

      "Yeah, whatever Phoebe."

       Martin sat quietly in the room trying to convince himself that the public perception of him didn't matter. It was hard. People were all believing that this was his chosen lifestyle and now his background history was being altered and fabricated to match the public's perception of his lifestyle. It was too much.

       There were red roses in a vase on the desk. He opened the card.

       "You are so beautiful," the card said but wasn't signed. He sat it on the desk wondering who they were from. "Would Darren be that bold?"

       "Hello Marcia," Constance said stepping in the door.

       Constance walked in with Tiffany. Martin was surprised but then again not. He knew she would be on top of everything as it developed.

       "You ready for your little outing?" she asked with a stern look.

       "Yes," he said with little enthusiasm.

       "Well you look very pretty for today, you should have an exciting day of shopping."

        She held up the key to his chastity device.

         "Why don't you pull your panties down and hold up your dress so that lock can be removed from your fag crotch," she said smiling.

       "You are going to unlock me?" he asked standing. "I didn't think you did such things as handling a man's dick," he said pulling down his panties.

       "Oh I don't. I wouldn't touch your nasty penis under any circumstances," she said wrinkling up her nose. "That's why Tiffany is here. She is going to unlock you now before she leaves. You make sure you put it back on after you are done shopping."

       Martin held up his dress and looked away demoralized as the young girl handled him and unlocked the device. She handed the device to Martin.

       "Put it your purse Marcia, and you may leave now," she said looking to Tiffany. Constance gave Tiffany a quick kiss on the lips. "Tonight at 7:00," she told the girl who reluctantly lowered her eyes and shook her head in agreement. Tiffany left the room.

       "Ready for your first day Martin?" she asked when they were alone.

       "I'm ready to get this all done and over with," he said looking up at her.

        "That's good Martin. So am I. There is a car outside waiting for you. I have a special driver hired for this. It's not the limo just a common car to drive a common whore around. That would be you of course. Say nothing about what you are doing. He knows nothing. He will drop you at the cafe and you and your boyfriend can walk to the motel from there."

       "He's not my boyfriend," Martin snapped defensively.

       "Really Martin? At this point and in your situation that is really an issue? He is your boyfriend isn't he Martin?" she said expecting an answer.

        Martin knew it was a petty issue at this point but it still was degrading to say such things, but things would have to be different now to get the divorce done.

        "Yes," he said reluctantly lowering his eyes.

        "What's his name," she asked not being able to recall it and forcing him to do so.

        "Darren," he said softly.

         "Oh yes Darren. And you are cheating on my son with your new boyfriend because you are now in love with him. Can't get him out of your mind. Right?"

        He clenched his fist as best he could with his long red fingernails. She was exerting her control and he was helpless to resist.

        "Yes," he said again.

        She approached him and stood close. She told him exactly what she wanted him to say to her as she looked him in the eye.

        "Now state it back to me what you are about to do and why you are doing this to my son. Do it!" she screeched suddenly.

        "I'm going to meet my boyfriend. I am going to have an adulterous affair with him. I can't help myself I am so in love with him." Martin's voice was fading at the end. "I am sorry," he finished as instructed.

       "That's good. Get used to it you Martin, you will be confessing many things to me in private."

        "Why do we have to do all this. Isn't me getting fucked by this guy enough for you," he snapped suddenly no longer able to hold it in.

       "SLAP"

       "Because I told you to. That's all you need to know. Now take your prissy crossdressed ass down there and spread your legs wide for this guy and get started."

       Constance left the room and Martin stood there for a moment.

       "It is for the divorce," he told himself over and over. 

        Martin put a white with red polka dot scarf around his head cover all the rollers in his hair except the ones in front. It matched his dress. He put on a pair of large white horned rimmed sunglasses and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment. The large gold hoop earrings framing his face and his red lips shining. Seeing the woman looking back at him he sneered,

       "You deserve this," he told himself, pissed at how feminine he had allowed them to make him.

       "Sir, a message arrived for you," one of the maids said with a curtsy. She handed him an envelope.

       Martin opened it. It was from Dorothy.

       Hello Martin

       Hope you are adjusting well to your womanhood. Just to let you know after days of pumping exercises it is time to do your nipples. Please schedule some time this week so Dr. Sarah Pearce can come to the estate an do the injections for you. Tabatha and I will be there also to help you through this.

        Hope you have a nice day sweetie. Will see you soon. 

        Dorothy

        Martin crumbled up the letter and through it in the waste basket.

        "I'm not going to just allow you to do that to me," he yelled. "You''ll have to hold me down kicking and screaming if you try, because I will not just sit there and let you inject my nipples and make me look like some freak."

         Martin stormed out of the room. He had said these things before, but somehow this was different. This wasn't him being forced to  wear a pair of 6" heels in an inappropriate place and feeling embarrassed, this was about changing his body to someone else's desires. 

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