9 comments/ 87459 views/ 22 favorites The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 01 By: rik581 Dark Tales of Forced Feminization Volume One Written by: Rikki, Illustrated by: Annabelle B. "The Martin Hastings Saga" is a work of erotic fantasy/fiction in three distinct pieces and is not based on any beliefs/realities or are any of the characters based on person's alive or dead. This story contains elements of b/d, s/m, forced femininity, and some explicit scenes of gay sexual activity, some non consentual in nature. The story is meant to be a piece of erotic literature for entertainment purposes only, about a straight man who is forced to become another man's crossdressed wife. Book One "The Marriage of Martin Hastings" Chapter One "A New Reality" Marriage has many different rituals, cultural influences and laws attached to it that are unique to certain places around the world. Each one is taken very seriously. There are the traditional husband and wife marriages (man and a woman), same sex marriages (two men or two women), then there are the arranged marriages (families that decide who the spouses will be), along with ceremonial customs, practices and traditions that are handed down through time for the celebration and consummation of these joyous ocasions. But..........What "IF" these customs, all of these laws and these rituals were somehow all accepted practices in a single place, and socially accepted by the locals. What would that look like? It's not so much as where in the world such a situation could happen or exist, but maybe it is more a question of WHEN in the future that in an environment of sexual equality for all, such an unintended consequence of marriage could befall a very unfortunate few. Meet Martin Hastings. His families wealth is unquestioned. So how did he get caught up in this unbelievable situation in the first place? His story begins here................. The door opened slowly. Martin was assisted into the doorway and stood there wearing a white knee length terry cloth robe tied at the waist. A white towel was wrapped around the young man's freshly shampooed hair and tucked securely in back. His feet were in a pair of white flat terry cloth open toe house shoes revealing he had ten freshly polished red toenails. His hands were cuffed in front of him hooked to a chain around his waist as his ankles were manacled together also with a length of chain to make walking possible but somewhat difficult. Running was out of the question. His nails had just been done and were expertly styled in a glamour length and painted the same red as his toenails. His toenails had been done by a young girl who found her task very amusing. She had never done nails on a man before, well at least not in a serious manner like this. Martin had just been bathed and shaved from head to toe and though he had fought with the men that were holding him in his somewhat sedated state he was no challenge for them. He had felt so humiliated and violated by the woman who had shaved all his pubic hair, and handled his penis and balls, moving them about as needed to accomplish her task. She did it as if she had every right to touch and handle him as she saw fit, despite strong objections from him. He felt somehow uncoordinated and weak now. The task had been completed despite his vehement objections. Martin couldn't help but take note of the chair in the middle of the room. It was a styling chair used by hairdressers with chrome arms and stand, and the cushions were all a vivid pink color. A very pretty chair. The back of the chair was heart shaped, and almost too Barbie to be real, and much too pretty for a young man to sit in. But that's where the innocence ended. Martin pulled back against the grip of the two that were escorting him as they tried to force him into the room. The chair was a mass of hanging black leather straps not much bigger than belts. They hung silently, but very intimidatingly, waiting for Martin to be seated so he could be securely affixed to the chair and the straps could serve the function for which they were intended. Allowing them to do as they pleased with Martin without any interference from him. A woman stood beside the chair with a pink cape over her arm, her hand resting on the back of the chair, as she patiently waited for Martin to be seated. "Good morning Martin. I trust your morning has not been too difficult? I see you are ready to have your hair done." She stepped away from the chair. "So if you would please just have a seat in the styling chair I'll get you strapped in and we can get started," the woman said with a gesture of her hand. "What kind of chair is that? What's it for?" Martin said looking at the straps hanging from the chair. He resisted their efforts as he was forced closer to it. "It's a styling chair, I need to do your hair. Please have a seat." "No!" Martin said as he pushed back against the men who were now forcing him forward to the chair. Martin began to twist and try to pull his arms away from them, as he was forcibly lead toward the menacing looking styling chair. Martin twisted suddenly breaking free of the grips two men had on him and pushed himself to the floor. "STOP IT," he screamed at them. "What is wrong with you people?" He struggled with the two handlers, as the stylist stood patiently at the chair waiting for him to be placed in the chair so she could begin a beauty process on him that would normally be reserved only for women. Martin was pulled to his feet and once again. He looked over his shoulder at the chair as he was turned with his back to the chair. They attempted to seat him in the chair once again only to have Martin kick at the chair trying to push himself away. "NO!! LET GO OF ME!!!" he yelled while twisting and freeing himself from their grip. Martin tried to run to the door only to have the 18" chain between his ankles cause him to trip and fall to the floor again. This time the handlers pinned him face down and secured his ankles together. "OWWW! You're hurting me damn it," he groaned. Martin lay face down, while his ankles were pulled together and tied with a short length of rope. The rope was purposely pulled extremely tight to make a point of who was in charge and to limit his movements. "OWWW....That's too tight," he screamed out. "Don't do this to me," Martin pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes They rolled Martin over on the floor and sat him up into a seated position. Turning him so his back was to the chair now, the two attendants took hold of Martin's arms and his legs. "Damn it...... STOP!! Don't put me in that chair," he yelled as he was now lifted off the floor and seated in the chair. His waist and chest were tightly strapped immediately, his arms were then released and secured to the arms of the chair. The chain then removed from his waist. He looked to the woman waiting to attend him. A cape over her arm as she continued to wait patiently as if he was just a woman in for her afternoon hair appointment settling into the seat. She made eye contact with him but showed no emotions or sympathy at all for his ordeal. "WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!!" he yelled again. "It'll be ok Martin. Please just try and relax," the woman said softly, gently patting him on the shoulder. "STOP IT!" Martin yelled out as the rope and then his manacles on his ankles were taken off. His legs were spread wide to the side of the chair and each ankle fastened to the foot rest. A strap at the seat secured him just above the knees. Martin jerked at his bonds unable to get any movement. "Please let me go," his voice trailed off as the final straps were pulled tight in effect now securing Martin's body to the chair and his destiny. "Martin. Please get hold of yourself," the woman said walking in front of the chair to face him. "We have a lot of work to do, so please just try and compose yourself. I know this is difficult, but try and relax," she said. "I don't understand. Why are you doing all this to me?" he pleaded and shook his head violently. "Martin," she said softly again trying to settle him down as he struggled against the restraints. "Let me go," he said as he twisted even more in vain. "Aren't you comfortable?" the woman asked as she flung out the styling cape and wrapped around his neck. "No I'm not comfortable you stupid bitch. Do I look comfortable to you?" She pumped the foot pump and the chair was now raised to a height that the woman could work on Martin's hair more easily. She looked in the mirror at Martin and smiled. "Hello Martin, my name is Leanne, and I will be in charge of getting you ready for your wedding," she said spinning the chair around one time very quickly and then stopping it just to show him she was in control. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked staring at her in the mirror now helpless to stop whatever plans she had for him. "Well first, I'm going to get your hair set and get you under the dryer. So we need to put you in curlers," she said taking the towel away from his head. "Why?" he said watching her prepare things. "Don't you put curlers in my hair like I'm some kind of fag," he said jerking his head about as she tried to comb his wet hair. "You don't seem very happy right now Martin. What's wrong?" she asked looking as if she cared about his answer. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you serious lady? I've been kidnapped and I'm being held against my will. Look at me, I've been violated and shaved. Look what you perverts did. You then painted my nails red," he said spreading his fingers so she could see the long red nails he was wearing. "You don't see anything wrong with this? Especially since I said NO!" he raged. "I'm sorry you weren't consulted Martin. Are you not happy with the color of the nail polish that I selected for you? I actually like that particular shade of red. I think your toes and fingernails look very nice. Brittany did a beautiful job with your manicure and pedicure," she said as she went back to combing his hair." "It's not the color you bimbo," Martin's aggravation growing, "It's the fact that my nails are painted. Men don't wear red nail polish in case you weren't unaware." Martin became so tongue tied in his frustrations he couldn't argue his point intelligently. He looked away and waited a moment as he regained some of his composure. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?" he asked watching while she pulled a tray full of different color curlers next to the chair. "Do to me? Oh Martin, you didn't do anything to me. tit's your wedding day. You are getting married and I'm here to help you get ready for the ceremony." "I'm not getting married, I told you people that earlier. You have got the wrong man obviously. Why are you trying to humiliate me like this?" "Humiliate you? Oh there's nothing humiliating about getting your hair set and styled Martin. It should be an enjoyable experience for you," she said taking a roller from the tray. "Being pampered and fussed over by women doing your hair and nails to make you look handsome, while you sit back and just relax allowing them to work their magic on you. Any woman would be jealous of you right now." "Handsome? Don't you dare put those things in my hair," he said looking at them out of the corner of his eye. Leanne laughed. "But I have to put you in curlers Martin, it's the only way to curl your hair, and we do want lots of curls in your hair for this afternoon don't we?" she said now finishing the combing in of the setting gel. "No we don't. You can stop all this nonsense right now. I'm not doing this." "Oh yes you are," she said as she pulled up a strand of hair and picked up a brush roller to begin Martin's hair set. He jerked his head and the strand fell free from her fingers. "I'm going to need a little help in here," Leanne said walking to the door and asking a large female attendant come in for a moment. She approached Martin and grabbed the hair just at the back of Martin's neck and then secured his chin with her other hand. She pulled and gripped him tight holding his head still. "OUCH!" he grunted as his hair was pulled. "I just don't want curlers in my hair. You're humiliating me. Let go of me." His hair was pulled even tighter by the female attendant. "Oww! You're hurting me," he snarled as his hair was being pulled to keep him cooperative. As Martin watched in the mirror, Leanne pulled up a strand of hair with the comb and he tried once again to prevent the curler from being placed in his hair. A quick pull of his hair by the attendant made him squeal out once again. It was hopeless. "OOWWW! OK. I'll be still just stop pulling my hair. You beast." Leanne nodded to the woman and he felt her grip loosen on his chin and hair and the she stepped away from the chair. She moved back and stood by the wall watching in case her services were needed again. Leanne put the first curler in Martin's hair. He pulled at his restraints as the second curler was rolled into his hair. Though he was sitting still for her, he still had so much pent up anger inside him. The brush type rollers Leanne was using reminded Martin of the curlers his grandmother and aunts used to wear in their hair in the evenings to bed, or to the grocery store draped by a flowered head scarf, as if the scarf made for a better appearance while in public than seeing the curlers. It was was just too humiliating for him to see himself now being forced into wearing the same curler look on his head as they did. "I can't deal with this Leanne." "Try and relax. You're doing fine Martin. I will have your hair set in curlers momentarily. Just be patient, then I will get you under the dryer," Leanne said. "Men don't do this you crazy bitch. I don't want my hair put in curlers. Stop tormenting me. I'm a man not a woman damn it," he growled as the curlers kept being rolled in his hair one after the other at a swift steady pace. "I know you're a man Martin. I never said you weren't." "Then why? This is disgusting," he said and then watched as his head filled with hair curlers. "Why are you treating me like I'm a woman? I don't like this." "I'm not treating you like a woman Martin. You are getting married today. Your hair needs to be done first," Leanne smiled and stopped for a moment. "Curlers? Nails painted? That's not perverted in your eyes?" "I see you haven't been filled in on all the details of your marriage." Leanne said laying down the comb and giving Martin her full attention now. "I guess that's not unusual in this type of an arranged marriage. They always seem to wait till the very last minute to inform the soon to be spouse. The one who might be inclined to panic at the idea of having the decision of marriage being made for them and then having to honor that decision that is. Less time to think about it and fret over the small things and the inevitable." "What things? Like being forced to marry to a complete stranger? Hell yeah I'm upset. Who wouldn't be upset. What if I don't like this woman? Ever think of that? Of course you didn't. What does she look like, and why couldn't she get a husband on her own?" "Woman? Oh no, no Martin. You will not be marrying a woman. You are being married to another man. Actually you are going to be the new male bride of Baron Vargos." "Male bride?" Martin was stunned at her statement. "That's right Martin. I'm going to do your hair up in a elegant updo with curls and bows. We'll get your face made up pretty. That will include lipstick. Then you'll be dressed in your wedding dress and a pair of high heels." "HELL NO! You think I'm going to just sit here and let you dress me up like a woman and marry a man? Is that what this is all about? I absolutely refuse to marry a man," he said as he watched the final curlers go in his hair. His frustrations grew from the fact he couldn't move and the fact she just kept doing as she pleased with him and he couldn't stop them. "Oh Martin, the Baron is a very fine catch. Do you realize how many women have been vying for his attentions for years," she said with a giggle. "And now you have captured his heart, and you two are going to be married this afternoon." "NO! That can't be. Listen Leanne, I'M NOT GAY!" he yelled out. "You can't do this to me without my consent, and I say no way. I will not consent to this." The security woman who stood by the wall, had a smirk on her face as she watched with some amusement the gradual forced transformation of this reluctant young male bride to be. "Your consent? Your consent was given by your family. It's an arranged marriage Martin. This has been arranged by the two families. It is a perfectly legal, though I grant you it is a bit unusual for a man or even a woman of your age to be having a marriage arranged for them." "My family would never have agreed to this type of thing. Arranged marriages are for women anyway, men don't get placed in arranged marriages. You're lying." "Well that's a bit sexist isn't it Martin? Good for the girls but not the guys? I'm afraid you are wrong. You are to be wed today in a same sex ceremony Martin. These arranged marriages are not very common I grant you, especially same sex marriages which are very rare indeed, but they are as legal as any other marriage." "I am not a woman. I don't appreciate being treated like this." "Oh, I know you're not a woman Martin. We are not trying to make you feel like a woman here, but we are preparing and dressing you as a bride, which is what you are. Men can be brides too Martin." "You're crazy lady. I can't do that. I don't want to be dressed like a girl." "Please try and understand, it's not up to you Martin. Having you dressed in women's attire and being powdered, painted and perfumed is your husband's desire, and that's why we are doing this." "I don't care what he wants. I'm the one being violated and humiliated here. What about my feelings? I've never met this man. What gives him the right to degrade my masculinity like this?" "Please Mr. Hastings you are over reacting sir." "OVER REACTING? Look at me. I didn't consent to being made to look like a fool." "Your husband will be the one who makes such decisions for you from now on. The unfortunate thing about some arranged marriages is that often the bride not only marries an unwanted husband but also loses her right to self determination and expression." "This is insane." "I'm sorry Martin, but you will have to persuade your husband to change his mind if you don't want to wear women's clothes. I'm just doing as I'm instructed. In the mean time though, you will be dressed as a bride and wear a beautiful wedding dress today for the ceremony. I will have it brought in on a dress stand and have it placed in front of you so you can admire it while you are under the dryer," she said. "Don't force me to do this Leanne. For god's sakes I'm not a fag. Get someone else, I'm sure there are plenty of perverts out there that are just like you guys that would love to do this, but I'm not one of them. Pick someone else." "The Baron picked you." Leanne said nothing else but looked at Martin in the mirror as she unsnapped the cape and removed it. Martin noticed a grin that broke out on the face of the female attendant who was standing next to the wall watching. "What are you smiling at bitch? Enjoying the view you pervert? Something turning you on here? Need to go rub your pussy against some guys leg for awhile?" he sneered at her. She never changed her expression and continued to watch. Leanne brought the hair dryer and pulled the elastic band around Martin's curlers so the soft bonnet with the bright blue floral designs covered his head. There was a three foot length of hose that hooked to the main unit. Leanne switched it on high heat and adjusted the bonnet slightly. The bonnet inflated into a nice mushroom shape on his head, and there Martin sat humiliated with his hair in curlers now being dried under a dryer. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 01 Leanne smiled as she dismissed the attendants. "That will be all for now. Thank you. We'll be fine while his hair is drying." She then directed her attention to Martin. "I'll be right back," she said as she stepped out of the room. Even though Leanne had told Martin what was happening and why it was happening, he couldn't comprehend it. He knew about arranged marriages. They were not common, but then not considered controversial in any way either. It was an accepted custom and was still law. Young women were sometimes placed in marriages that the families had arranged. Most of the time bettering the woman's social standing along with her families. The young women weren't always happy about it, and some even resisted or refused. They were all married just the same, but Martin had figured that they adjusted with time to their new social and private lives with their husbands. He had never heard of a man being forced into such a marriage with a woman nor had he ever heard of someone being forced into a gay arranged marriage situation. Especially when one of the people wasn't even gay in nature. It just didn't make sense to him. The door opened and Leanne and another young girl about 18 years old entered pushing a dress makers stand that was fitted with a beautiful white wedding dress. It had an extension above the dress that held the vail. The dress was knee length with tiers of horizontal lace and ruffles about the skirt. The top of the dress was strapless, leaving the wearer with elegantly bared shoulders. The bodice was beaded with many rows of white beads and bows. It was wheeled in and placed directly in front of Martin. The young girl unable to control a sudden burst of laughter at seeing the man sitting strapped in the chair with his nails painted red and hair rollers under the dryer. She covered her mouth with her hand as she continued to laugh as she looked away. It would have been considered rude to laugh at Martin without covering ones mouth. Laughter was frowned upon, but the Baron had made exceptions in this case. It had to be made because a man dressing as a woman to be married was so uncommon, it did instill different spontaneous reactions in people. Especially the women. "Take it out of here. I'm not dressing up in that," he hissed as he looked at it. "Oh yes you are Martin. This is your wedding dress. Isn't it just beautiful?" Leanne said walking in the door as the girl giggled even more knowing that this guy was going to be dressed fully as a woman here in just a short while. "No please, take it away, I don't want to look at it," he said looking at Leanne now. "I'll be back in a little bit and check to see if your hair is dry. I'll give you some time alone with your thoughts. Try and relax now Martin." "NO! I refuse to go along with this Leanne. I'm a man. Let me go," he yelled at them as they left the room. "I'm not gay," he shouted at the closed door now. He looked at the dress his fingers gripping the chair arms tightly. His eyelids dropped as he looked at his red painted toenails. "They can't make me be gay, they just can't." "Oh my god, I don't want to do this," he said softly now to nobody tugging futilely at his restraints again. "I don't want to be a bride." Martin sat quietly resigned now to the fact he couldn't get out of the chair. He hung his head now as he waited for the dryer to dry his hair so Leanne could create feminine curls and build a beautiful bride's updo to his once masculine hair. "LET ME GO!" Martin yelled one last time into the empty room. The door opened slowly and a pretty young woman looked inside. "Missy?" he said. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked as he fidgeted in the chair trying to cover himself in some way from his embarrassing situation, but unable too move. His legs were strapped to the chair his knees spread apart. "Get me loose would you?" "Hi Martin. I heard you call out. Are you OK?" She had a huge grin on her face as she looked him over for the first time since they had started processing him for the wedding. "Just checking in to see how you were doing," she then giggled. "I should have known. You're part of this aren't you. Is this some kind of practical joke, because it's not funny. I'm not a bride and you know it. Let me go," he said as he jerked hard against the restraints one more time in frustration. Missy walked into the room. She was a "socialite deluxe" you might say, but Martin saw her as the phony and the gold digger she really was. A social status climber looking for a life of luxury and wealth using her looks and sex appeal to achieve both of those goals. Missy had always wore her hair up high on her head, pulled tightly up off her neck and ears, and teased and sprayed big in curls and it was kept platinum blonde at all times. Not a single hair was ever out of place on this woman. She always seemed as if she had just stepped out of a beauty salon and she was always attractively made up, though he felt the false eyelashes she wore and bright red lipsticks were a little much in public for a girl her age. Today Missy was wearing designer jeans and red 5" spike heels. She wore a white peasant blouse that was unbuttoned low to reveal her ample, "store bought" cleavage. Her nails were beautifully manicured a bright, bright red and were rather long. Martin didn't find nails that long very attractive on women. It was a gaudy look in his opinion, someone just try to attract attention, and he wondered how she could even think that they looked attractive at all. She looked around as she strutted her way into the room smiling. Then she casually walked over to Martin. She bent over and began to loosen the tie around his waist on the robe he was wearing. "What are you doing Missy?" Martin said. He panicked when she opened the robe revealing his naked shaved body. She lay the robe open and ran her fingers up his inner thigh and stopping just short of his balls. Martin jumped as she lifted his penis with two fingers. "Stop it Missy," he snarled at her. "Stop touching me and cover me up." She smiled as she inspected the shave job done on his pubic hair. She ran her fingers over the newly shaved area above his penis and then his balls. "Stop doing that damn it." "Nice close shave Martin. Very smooth, and very appropriate I guess." She gave his penis a quick shake and lay the large but limp phallus over on his leg. "What do you want?" he snarled at her, "and cover me up." Martin hated Missy with such a passion, and with good cause. Missy was Martin's stepmother. She was also two years younger than him. Martin had just turned twenty seven and Missy was now twenty five years old. Hell, they had gone to the same high school together and even shared a class at one point. She was twenty years old when she had married his father, who was a shipping tycoon, and she moved into Martin's life. She had always carried herself as if she was someone of social significance, but she wasn't. Even talking to Martin and treating him as if he was really her son and his father didn't seem to have a problem with that. Martin never would participate in her little social games and detested her for her arrogance. He also held her responsible for his two marriages failing. He had always felt she was the one who talked his dad into forcing him into the annulments of his previous two marriages, but they were both recorded as divorces so the women could receive alimony payments. Martin was very conscious of being naked now that she had opened his robe. He was both irritated and humiliated at the grin on her face. "What is her part in all this?" his mind thought. He had never been naked in Missy's presence before, much less with the added humiliation of having his body shaved and his nails polished red. He felt extremely embarrassed having to sit strapped in this chair helpless like this in front of her and she was not offering to help release him. She grinned as she admired him and said, "Pretty toenails Martin. Nice nail polish too," she said looking down at his feet having to keep her smile from breaking into a grin. "You know, I've always said you were a real man's man, and now it looks like you're actually going to be a man's man." She giggled as she walked over to the wedding dress that was on the stand. "What's going on here Missy?" he hissed. "Why am I really here? What are you up to now? I don't buy this marriage crap. You'd better not be filming this as some prank of yours. I will not say I agree to this just so you and your friends can laugh watching video of me saying I was willing to marry a man. Forget it. Come over here and undo these straps. Let me go. The joke is over." "Martin.....sweetie, I am here for your wedding of course. I was contacted and asked if I'd fly here and give away the bride on your dads behalf, God rest his soul," she said as she lifted the skirt of the wedding dress and admired it. "I'm not a bride damn it. Stop saying that." He now could see her pushing him to admit something. "This is such a beautiful dress Martin, I mean it really is stunning honey," she smiled and turned to look at him. "I can't believe you're going to actually wear this dress down the aisle today," she looked back at him and then giggled at the thought. "I'm not," he said breathing heavy now and feeling warm because of the dryer. "Oh Martin, I'm sure the dress will look just lovely on you sweetheart," she laughed as she turned to face him again. Missy picked up one of the 6" white high heels that was sitting next to the dress on the floor. She held it up and turned to face Martin. "Oh my sweetie. Look at these shoes. I can't wait to see hoe gracefully you manage these down the aisle." She looked at the shoe again. "I'm not wearing the dress Missy. I am not going to let them humiliate me by dressing me up like a woman, and parade me down the aisle to be laughed at for some make believe wedding. This wedding thing is all bullshit. I'm done with this. Get me out of here. Unstrap me damn it," he growled. "Let my arms loose." She looked at her nails. Taking some advantage of the situation at hand, and having to always put up with Martin's crap in the past, she was tired of him disrespecting her and trying to tell her what she should do. He should respect her wishes since she was his stepmother after all and he was the stepson. "Martin honey, how many times have I asked you to call me mother? Hmmm?" She lifted her eyes to look at him, with a look that indicated she was in the driver seat of this conversation now. "Are you serious? You're not my mother, for Christ sakes your two years younger than me. Why would I call you mother?" he spat out trying to twist himself in the chair now to somehow get free. "I'll call you a bitch if you like." "Call me mother. I would like that Martin. I would like it very much. It would give our mother/son relationship much more warmth and meaning to me," she ran her finger across his cheek. "Your father agreed with me on this you know. He felt you should address me as your mother also. He told you so himself." "WHAT? My dad suggested to me once that you would like to be called mother. I said hell no. And you and I don't have a relationship Missy. None at all. You are a crazy messed up bitch!" His anger and frustration pouring out of him now. "What are you getting out of all this? Is this all about degrading me? Saying I'm to marry a man, having me call you mother, and then trying to dress me like a girl? Your filming this aren't you. Wanting me to agree with this and humiliate myself so you can catch it on film and use it to humiliate me with your bimbo friends. Wait till I get out of here you bitch." "Well........" Missy said with a deep sigh leaning over to close Martin's robe, "I can see you are just way too emotional right now for us to have a little talk. Would you like your robe open or closed?" she asked looking at him and smiling at her control. "Closed," he snapped at her. "OK," she said as she opened the robe and left Martin's penis and shaved pubes exposed. "I was hoping my son would agree with me. I'd do anything for my son you know. I imagine preparing for your wedding day and all, you are very preoccupied right now in anticipation of it all. I'll come back in a little bit. I'll give you a few minutes to settle down honey. Maybe after they have put the dress on you we can have that mother/son talk." She walked out the door, her ass making those jeans work for her. "Wait! Missy........cover me up," Martin called to her but she didn't turn around. "MISSY!" Martin was stunned. Had she gone mad too? Did she seriously think this was all real? She was involved and he knew it. He was so angry she had caught him in such a compromised way. Naked and defenseless, not to mention he was wearing red nail polish. He felt like she had just appraised his situation, checked him over real good, gave it some thought, given her approval and just left him there. Martin's thoughts were interrupted suddenly. "How you doing hon? Hanging in there ok?" A middle aged woman walked in. "What are you going to do to me?" Martin asked watching her move things around. "Leanne is running a little late so I'm going to check your hair to see if you're dry yet." She glanced down and saw his penis. She looked away quickly concentrating her gaze on the task at hand ignoring Martin's exposed male genital. "Excuse me,...I....First of all, could you please cover me with something? I feel very uncomfortable sitting here like this. I'm naked for Christ sakes." Martin was surprised at the woman's level of indifference to his exposed body as she ignored him. "Just relax hon while I get this bonnet off your head," she said stretching the elastic band and pulling it over the curlers. She let him sit for a moment as she put the bonnet down. She put her palms on curlers and held them firmly for a moment. "What the hell is going on here? This can't be happening to me," he said softly and turning his head again. "Please hold still sir," she said turning his head back so she could continue checking his hair. She took the roller at the top front of his head and unrolled it allowing the hair to spring back into place. She then removed another roller at the the bottom back of his head and allowed it to also coil itself back. She took a spray bottle with a light setting lotion in it and gently misted his entire head again. "What the hell are you doing," Martin complained as his head was moved all around as she misted his hair. She then put the front roller back in his hair and did the back one next. Martin pulled his head away as she got ready to put the dryer back on his head. "Hey," he winced as she firmly pulled his head back gripping the rollers. "Will you stop that. I don't need my hair rolled," he looked back at her. "Look I don't want my hair curled, so stop what you're doing. I want to get out of here. Get somebody in here to let me go." "That's enough hon. You can take your issues up with someone else. I'm here to make your hair is drying properly and the curls are firmly set. You need a little more time under the dryer so just hold still while I get this dryer bonnet back on your head." Martin sat quietly, fuming with frustration, as his entire head had been set in tight straight rows of brush rollers like some older woman in for her weekly shampoo and set at the local beauty salon. She patted the rollers with her palms. Straight rows of pink pins were the first thing Martin noticed when he saw himself in the mirror. His hair all pulled up tight on curlers. "I look like some kind of faggot," he said to himself looking at his image in the mirror. "OK hon hold it right there." She then slipped the hood back over his head and turned the dryer back on high. The dryer bonnet puffed up again. "There you go young man. It won't take much longer." "Oh thank you so much. I can't wait," Martin said in a mocking falsetto voice at her. "Your welcome sir," she said patting his shoulder as if he was being genuine and leaving the room. "Bitch," Martin said under his breath as she closed the door. The sound of the dryer drown out most of Martin's hearing. After about ten minutes he didn't hear her enter, but he recognized those red high heels that approached the chair. Missy was back. Missy sat in a chair next to Martin. "Missy, Please, what is this all about? Is this some kind of wild 'got cha' thing? If it is please stop it now. Get me out of here," he said trying to convince her to help him, and trying to convince himself now that this was and elaborate charade being played on him. She crossed her legs slowly. "Martin, honey please, call me mother. And I can't do anything right now to change this," she said reaching for his robe. "There...That's better," she said pulling his robe over his penis to help calm him. "Besides Martin, you will be married soon, why are you so eager to get out of this room. The groom is not suppose to see you before the ceremony anyway," she spoke as a matter of fact. "Don't you know anything about marriage traditions?" "Who is this guy Missy? There just can't be a wedding like this, it isn't possible. There just can't be." He shook his head still in disbelief, still feeling he was being watched. "You will see him at the ceremony sweetheart. When he lifts your veil you will be able to see him all you like," she smiled rubbing his inner thigh to calm and comfort him. "Damn it Missy, stop talking like that. I'm not gay, and you know it. Tell them that." "I know you're not gay Martin. You're as straight a man as I've ever known," she said softly, rubbing higher on his thigh. "If you say this is not a joke, then why is this all happening to me? Why doesn't he find some other gay man who would like all this done to them? Why me?" he hissed. "I guess there is no law that says you have to be a gay man to get married to another man. It's not a requirement." She chuckled slightly with her eyes down. "You'll get used to the lifestyle after awhile I suppose. I figure it will take longer for you to get accustomed to people staring at you dressed in women's clothes in public than it will the actual sexual aspects of the marriage. At least that will be kept private in your bedroom," she said looking down at his red toenails. "Sex?....What do you mean sex..." He shook his head. The image of him being taken now crossed his mind. "Missy, Oh no. I'm not doing that. You expect me to have sex with this guy? I'm a guy and I like girls," he spat out. "Guys do it with other guys all the time Martin," she said calmly. "I know you like girls, I guess that is going to be a little bit of a touchy situation for you in he future." "Not me...no way I'm allowing that man to have sex with me," he hissed giving some resistance to Missy. "You can't just put a dress on me call me his wife and expect me to allow him to screw me." "Martin, honey... I'm sorry but you must settle down and listen to me now." She adjusted herself and faced him seriously. "This is not some kind of joke. It's all real honey." She took his hand in hers and rubbed his red fingernails as she looked at them and continued, "Once the wedding ceremony is over, you will be a legally married couple in the eyes of the law, and this man will be your lawfully wedded husband. He is going to want to have sex with his new spouse Martin, and I'm afraid that spouse is going to be you." She lowered her eyes before proceeding, "It will be his right as your husband to have sex with you. The consummation of the marriage will take place in the bedroom, and as of the wedding vows, he will be free to exercise those rights and you will be participating with him dressed in some kind of sexy women's lingerie I would assume............. and will start living life as a man who likes to dress as a woman. I know it's all confusing and all of a sudden honey. Do you understand what I'm saying?" she said in a sympathetic voice. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 01 Tears ran down Martin's face. Tears of frustration. "Missy.... "Mother honey, call me mother," she interrupted. "You're not my mother Missy. You're my stepmother, only by law," he said with anger. "Call me mother Martin, I would appreciate that very much. I would be much more willing to help my son if there was anything I could do," she said with a knowing look. Martin stared at the floor. "Mother....do something about this? Are they really going to let them go through with this?" he asked her as she lifted his chin again. "I'm afraid so Martin. It's not up to me, I can't stop it. The fact you're restrained as you are tells me they mean to go through with it. I can be there to when they dress you for your wedding. They would like me to. I understand it's traditional for the mother of the bride and the bridesmaids to all witness the dressing of the bride, male or female. After that I'll only be able to see you occasionally," she said quietly. "I'm sorry Mis....mother, I can't get a grasp on this. I can't believe it's real. It's all so surreal," he said shaking his head. "I'm sorry Martin, but it's real honey." "Please undo my wrist so I can get out of here," he said turning to her. She ran her nails gently down his back and touched the straps that held him to the chair. "Please mother, undo the straps." He watched as she touched the buckles on his wrist tugged gently at the end of the strap sticking out the end of the buckle. All she had to do was open the buckles. She placed both hands on the buckle as if she were about to unbuckle his wrist, then she slowly patted his hand and remover her hands. "I'm sorry Martin. It would not work right now. Even if I did unbuckle all the straps for you and let you out of that chair," she said softly. "They would just bring you back honey." In walked Leanne. She was accompanied by the two attendants. "It's time to start preparing the bride," Leanne said walking into the room. "Stop, please stop this," he said as his head was bent forward by Leanne. Missy stood to leave the room. "Miss........Mother. Don't leave me here like this," he called to her as she walked out the room."Don't let them do this to me. Let me go." "I can't do that Martin. We are going to do your hair and makeup now," Leanne said removing the dryer then taking out one of his rollers and letting the hair coil itself back to his head. "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GET MARRIED!!! I won't do it," he yelled at Leanne. "Now, Martin." Leanne stopped what she was doing to address Martin. "You will listen. I do have some prior experience in this. I have done other men's gay weddings like this before." "I'm not gay!" "That's enough. This is an arranged marriage sir. Your family has agreed to this marriage and signed affidavits to that effect. That part is done." "But I don't want to marry him." "Two other men were just as adamant as you about not getting married to their new husbands. This chair was designed for these type situations. Both of those men were strapped in this very same chair you are in right now." Leanne looked at Martin firmly and then softened her look. "Listen Martin, I know it's a bit scary having such a sudden and drastic change in your life, but you're going to be just fine." "No I'm not." "One of the male brides I did has been married for two years and the other four years. They each live their daily lives dressing in women's apparel, and are publicly accepted for what they are, which is "feminized men." I seriously doubt the public will ever think you are really a woman. That is not my intent, as you are not a woman, nor do we ever wish you to be mistaken for a woman. Passing totally as a woman in public probably won't ever happen for you, but you will be in a same sex, gay marriage, which will make your feminine appearance at least somewhat socially acceptable to most people." "Oh my god, I can't live like that," he said shaking his head. "You will take The Baron's last name legally and be referred to as his Mrs. and then later receive the title Lady Vargos after the consummation period of your marriage is over. That will take three days and then you will be presented to the public. Now I don't expect full cooperation from you at this point, that's what the restraints are for, but please at least try and relax." She put a cape around his neck. "Martin. We are going to do your makeup first. Now take it easy. We can do this with as little discomfort as you like. "You can't make me do this, you know," he hissed at her. "Martin. I'm the one that shaved your balls, remember? Painting your face will be easy," she said pulling up the cosmetic tray. Martin watched as they prepared the makeup they were going to use on him. They checked a few lipsticks and decided on the brighter red. Martin saw the false eyelashes false and said "No Way!" as he once again tested his bonds, only able to move his head. He realized she was right and he was about to have all that makeup put on his face and he was helpless to stop it. A woman poked her head I the door. "Martin. Your mother wants 20 minutes with you before we continue, so we will be back," Leanne said patting the top of his rollered head. They left the room and Missy entered. "Hi honey" she said entering the room and closing and locking the door behind her. "You feeling any better?" she asked, as she walked sexily to the counter. "What do you think Missy? I'm having control of my life stripped away from me. What do you want?" he grumbled watching her suspiciously. "Come to get a few more laughs before the main event?" he sneered trying to see what she was doing behind him. "First of all, I want you to call me mother if you want any assistance from me in the future. Got that," she said pointing her finger at him. "Missy, I'm older than you and it's weird calling a girl younger than me MOTHER. OK, you married my dad, so what. Why would I want to call you mother?" he said glaring at her. "Well let's see," she said putting her finger to her lips as if studying his situation. "You are a young man sitting here strapped naked in a heart shaped styling chair with curlers in your hair and your nails are painted ...... RED! Duh! And you are about to be married, "for happily ever after" to a man you've never met, who will probably spend tonight hiding his very large male pride where the sun never shines on you, and I'm the only person you have to discuss it with," she smiled, "So...What do you say Martin? What is my name?" "Mother," he said softly. "Oh thank you sweetheart. That makes me feel very special," she said kissing him on the cheek. "You've lost your mind," Martin thought to himself but said nothing. "Now honey, your mother wants to do something very special for her son now before he gets married, that is if you'll let me." "What are you up to?" he asked looking at the items she had. "Martin, starting today you are going to be given medication to keep you from having erections.....what I mean to say is you are going to have a limp dick from now on, unless of course your husband changes his mind. Your dick is going to just hang there NOT as a testament of your manhood but rather as a confirmation piece that you are not really a woman." "Wait! He can't just do that to me." He pulled at the straps. "Let me go," he said his face red with anger. Things just kept getting worse it seemed. "I'm sorry Martin, he can. It's my understanding that's the way your husband wants it." She looked at him thoughtfully. "He doesn't want you to be able to have erections anymore. So you won't. He has the right to make that decision for you, and to do so without discussing it with you." "Who the hell does he think he is telling me I can't have a hardon? That's too much Missy. This dress up game has got to end now," Martin yelled. "He is to be your husband Martin, that's who he is, and if he says no erections for you, then that's how it will be," she said. "If you wish to have one last orgasm though before it's too late...... well, I'll help you with it." She looked at him raising an eyebrow. "What?" He looked surprised. "I'll give you a handjob Martin. Kind of a last fling with a pretty girl." She smiled a little blush in her cheeks. "Do you want to feel that wonderful sensation of your semen rising up from your balls and out the end of your dick one last time? Of course you do." She gave him a sexy wink. "Missy, I'm not exchanging my desires for girls for this guy," he hissed. "I'm afraid you are Martin. At least sexually you are. You may not sexually desire him, but you will still have sex with him. You won't need a hardon." "Stop saying that." "I'm very sorry about that honey. Listen baby, I am willing to jerk you off though, if you would like me to do that for you. After you are married you won't be able to have erections anymore. Your husband will be the only one having the erections from now on." She looked at him waving a 10" vibrating dildo as if to entice him......."Well?" "What are you planning to do with that?" he looked at her suspiciously. "It's just a vibrator Martin. Don't worry I'm not going to bend you over and give you a prenup or anything like that." "Since you are feeling so generous today mother dear, why don't you just get on your knees and suck my dick and swallow it all like a real woman? I think one last blowjob is much more appropriate," he said in a sarcastic way. "Sorry Martin," she said with a smirk on her face. "No blowjobs honey. I will glad to give you a handjob if you want me to. That's it," she grinned tapping the dildo on her cheek waiting for him to answer. No man in his right mind would pass up this offer from a woman like Missy. She was a beautiful young woman and her straight forward approach was very exciting. "Yeah....do it," he said looking away as if a little perturbed at the way she had approached it all it. She put on a pair of rubber gloves and took his penis in her hand and lifted it so his balls were exposed. "Do you have to wear rubber gloves?" Martin said watching her. "Yes Martin, I'll be wearing gloves to do this. Just close your eyes and enjoy the feeling and you won't even notice the gloves," she said looking at his balls as if deciding how she wanted to start. The gloves made it so impersonal somehow. She took the vibrator and turned it on high. The buzz of the vibrating phallus filled the room. Lightly touching the undersides of his balls with the vibrating dildo, she rolled his penis slowly in her hand. Martin moaned as he began to become erect very quickly. "Does that feel good honey? This is a good vibrator, it's the one I use all the time." The words she spoke caused an erotic vision in his mind. He pictured her in bed with this dildo inserted fully in her pussy, working it in and out as she reached orgasm, and now she was sharing that same vibrator with him. She continued to fondle him in delicious ways as his penis grew more and more erect. He looked at her pretty face as she gazed at his erection and fondled him as if it meant as much to her as it did him. She seemed very happy with his erection now. He was well endowed young man. She slid her hand up his erection and let go allowing it stand hard and erect on its own. The head was protruding out prominently and turning purple. Missy could double fist Martin's erection and the head would still clear her hands easily. She then slid a condom over the end of his penis. "What's that for?" he said in a heavy breath. "Just hush sweetheart." Missy stood in front of Martin and unbuttoned her blouse and removed it exposing her large breast and erect ringed nipples. She then squirted out a generous helping of lubricant into her gloved hand. She looked into his eyes smiling dreamily and began to stroke his erection. The squishy sounds of the lubricant and Martin's heavy breathing filled the room. He moaned as he felt pleasure running through his loins. "Oh yeah baby.......Oh sweetheart..... Doesn't this feel sooo.....good honey?" she asked stroking him at steady fast pace. "Yes," he exhaled. "You like having your dick masturbated by a pretty girl like this don't you honey," she said sexily. "Yes......." he moaned. "You like having your dick masturbated by a pretty girl don't you honey." "I want to ask you something. Do you like my titties?" she said putting her lips to his ear, never losing the rhythm. "Yes......" he gasped barely getting it out. "You don't think they are too big?" she said as she held his head firmly with her free hand and stuck her tongue in his ear and aggressively explored it. "Uhhh......." Martin squeaked as she started exploring his ear with her tongue. His legs tightened up as his pelvis leaned into her steady stroking. His red painted toes curled under as his body strained against his bonds. His legs began to tremble. "That's it sweetie. Cum for me baby. I want you to have a huge orgasm like a real man," she cooed in his ear. She held Martin's head firmly and then she kissed Martin very deeply and passionately on the lips as his orgasm began to take control of him. "MMPPFFFFF," he moaned against her lips as her tongue entered his mouth. Martin began to ejaculate into the condom on what was to be his last orgasm. She kept jerking him as his orgasm continued. She released her kiss. "Oh baby, that's it. Cum some more for mother," she said in a passionate voice. "Oh that's it." "OH YES," he yelled as he pumped what was to be his last load of semen into the condom. Then his body went limp in his bonds. His breathing very heavy. Missy smiled as she watched him sigh with deep satisfaction. "How was it sweetheart?" she asked standing up straight looking down at him. "Oh god that was great," he said looking at this new found treasure. "Of course it was," she said as if any other answer would be a lie. She took the condom off his penis, and then the gloves off her hands. "That's the kind of things I to do for men. And I'm good at it," she looked at his crotch and smiled. "Damn Martin, you really do have a big dick you know," she said smiling and admiring it for a moment. She ran her finger down his chest as she spoke. "Too bad it's going to be kept all limp and just hanging under a dress," she said in baby talk. "You know Martin, if we had known each other sooner......and of course your father hadn't been so damn rich, we might of had some good times together," she said as she stood to leave. "I'm sure you and I would have had sex at least once." "That's it? You're leaving?" he looked at her in disbelief as if he was a bit confused. "Yes Martin, that's it. What did you expect honey? I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was a one time only, me jerking you off. I told you that before we started. Nothing personal." She looked at him like she was a bit confused at his reaction to it all. "Nothing personal? What was that all about then? Mental torture?" Martin was furious. "You do that to me and just leave me here like nothing happened?" "I'm sorry Martin. I'm happy if it was a very special and intimate moment for you, but it wasn't anything special for me." Missy looked at him and gave a sly smile. "It was just a hand job." "Let me go Missy. Right now!" he hissed at her. "The girls will be in to finish you up for the ceremony," she sighed. "I'm sorry Martin. The wedding will proceed as planned. There is nothing else I can do for you at this time sweetheart," she said lowering her eyes and walking quickly out of the room, her hips swaying seductively in those jeans, as she exaggerated her walk for him. She stopped at the door and looked back at Martin. She smiled and gave him a wink as she dropped the condom with his spent semen and the gloves in the trash can, then she left the room as if she had just finished a chore around the house and was just discarding the dirty items. "SLUT!" Martin yelled at her as she left the room. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 02 Martin was bewildered after Missy left. He sat strapped in the chair. He was helpless at this point to stop the process that had begun and wondered if this was in some strange way a very elaborate practical joke being played on him. The two women who had been in earlier returned chatting and laughing with each other as they entered the room. A cape was put around his neck and fastened, as the one girl finished her conversation about her boyfriend and his weekend fishing outing. "I sucked his dick anyway." she said and they both laughed at her punchline, which Martin really didn't understand since he missed most of the story. "OK Martin. Time to make you pretty. I want you to just relax now. We are going to do your hair. I'm sure you're ready to get these curlers out." she said looking him over. "I'm ready to stop this whole thing, just let me out of this chair." he said staring straight ahead. "I'm afraid I can't do that Martin. Your makeup will be done first and then we will do your hair." she said tilting the chair back slightly. "How long is this crap going to continue?" he said calling the bluff "The guest are already arriving. So, you will probably be dressed and led straight in to the ceremony, I would assume. But, my job is to get this face done. So let's get this done, shall we?" she said patting his curlers. They went right to work arching his eyebrows. They looked like two women doing surgery as they were so intense on the subject. They talked about what they were doing as they continued without looking up, one suggesting a little thinner line while the other one agreed as long as the arch was higher. Once his eyebrows were arched Martin was surprised at what came next. His face was lathered up to be shaved. He looked odd setting there with his face lathered and cur,curlers in his hair. The girl smiled at the image he portrayed as she approached with the razor. Using a straight razor, his face was given the closest shave he had ever received. Then it was time for the makeup. She looked at him as she opened the light pancake foundation that was to be used. "Is this the first time you have ever worn makeup Martin? she asked. "No, I use to wear makeup to school all the time till they revised the dress codes and said I had to stop." he said sarcasticly. "Oh really!" the woman said surprised. "NO!....., I've never worn makeup before. What do you think I am some kind of faggot?" he hissed at her trying to stare her down. "No,.... not yet anyway. But my opinion is not important though." She patted dry his forehead with a tissue. "You've never put a dress on before? Your mom never put you in a dress just for fun? she asked holding the pancake application back for a moment waiting for an answer. "No! My REAL mom was very happy with her SON! ME! Being a MAN. Not like that bitch Missy, who wants me to call her MOTHER, and talked my dad into having my two marriages to two beautiful WOMEN annulled." he spat out the words for extra emphasis. "Now that bitch has gotten me into this mess." He glare straight ahead his anger showing as he spoke. "I don't know about your marriages Martin." she tilted his head, "but I do know for a fact it was your dad who arranged this marriage, not your stepmother." she said turning his head slightly and opening the foundation. "What?" he said making eye contact now. "That's right. Your stepmother had nothing to do with the arrangement of this marriage." she moved closer and began applying the foundation. Martin was stunned by this revelation. He lay quietly thinking of what was just said as she applied the foundation to his face. Why would his dad do this to him? Martin stared straight ahead as his makeup was applied. It was obvious to him that his face was being made up in a very bold way. The false eyelashes, and bold eyeshadows, with the red lipstick, though there was no mirror for him to see himself, he saw them as they were picked up and applied. "You will probably prefer to use a liner pencil when you apply your own makeup, but today you are getting real eyeliner for your wedding." she said as she worked on his face. "Very funny." he said in an expressionless tone. She wanted the mascara to be heavy so his eyes looked deep and dark. As she finished she removed the cape which left Martin completely naked in the chair once again. She sprayed a generous helping of perfume behind each ear so it ran down his neck, then the front and back of his neck, and finally his chest. "Whew!!" one of the girls said coming into the room. "Smells like a whore house in here." they all laughed. A woman then walked in and clapped her hands. "Anybody who doesn't need to be in here for the dressing, leave now." She was firm and seemed to be in charge. She walked over to Martin and looked him over, cupping his chin and turning his head slightly to face her as she gave her approval/. "Very nice girls, very pretty." she studied his face. "I especially like the appearance of the eyes slanting just a bit. Very sexy!" She walked to the counter and picked up a few things. "Hello Martin. Sorry I'm late. My name is Leanne, and I will be in charge of your final preparations." she didn't smile but looked right at him. "So, how are you feeling so far?" she asked looking like she cared. "Great...." he said dryly. "What guy wouldn't in my situation." he looked up at her. "How do you think I feel?" he sneered at her. "Yes....well things are what they are aren't they." she patted his curlered head and shook out a new cape. "You are about to have your hair done. You may talk with your mother while your hair is being done if you wish. After that we will be very busy." she fastened the cape around his neck. "Yeah", he said in a monotone voice. "I would like to talk to that bitch." Thinking about what had just been revealed, he wanted some answers and he knew Missy knew something. "OK, I'll get her for you. Martin I'm sorry you had to set through all this naked with people you don't know coming in and out, but they are all very professional and understand your situation." as she left. "Professional perverts!" he yelled back as she exited the room. The stylist began removing the curlers from his hair. She had his head pushed forward taking out the back curlers when Missy appeared in the door. The stylist lifted his chin so he could see her. "OH MY GOD!!!" Missy exclaimed putting a hand over her mouth and trying not to laugh but unable to contain a huge grin. "You look like a different person with all that makeup on Martin." she said checking him out. "Shut up. You knew didn't you." he scowled staring here down. "What honey? Knew what?" she looked at a loss. His head was tilted back slightly, as the teasing of his hair began starting with the top. "You knew my father set up this marriage shit. Why did he do this?" he turned and looked at her. "I'm sorry to interrupt." said the stylist, "But I have a lot of work to do here. You can talk as I do your hair, but when I put your head in a position, I need you to stay still while I tease and comb out your hair." she said pushing his head forward and began teasing the back again.. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Yes, your father did set this up." she looked down to the floor. Martin lifted his head only to have it pushed down aggressively. The stylists frustration showing as she pulled his hair and teased it roughly now causing Martins eyes to squint shut. "Why Missy?, Why would he do this to me?" Martin stared at the floor while his hair was being teased. "If you can't call me mother Martin, I'm leaving." she said softly touching his thigh. "Mother", he said quickly, "Tell me why my father arranged this ridiculous wedding." "Well, Martin, he never meant it to go this far. I'm sure of it. This man, out of nowhere offered your dad a huge dowry for your hand in marriage. We both thought it was hysterical at the time. He decided to play it out for awhile and see just how serious this guy was." she tried to make him understand. "Looks like he was pretty serious to me." he said as his head was straightened up and the stylist began to spray his hair. "Yes, I'm afraid he is. Your dad would have stopped it before this point, but he died suddenly, and here we are. I can't stop it Martin. I wish I could sweetie, I really do." she actually seemed upset. "So you annulled two of my marriages and you are going to let this just happen to me?" he hissed. "First of all, I was only involved in the annulment of your marriage to Melissa. I had nothing to do with your other annulment." she said getting things straight. "WHY!!! he yelled "I loved Melissa." "I felt she was after your money." she explained. "I don't care what you thought. It was none of your business." He was so angry. "She didn't love you Martin. So I convinced your dad to offer her a settlement and alimony to agree to an annulment. She left you for the money Martin. That's how much she loved you." she said sadly lowering her head. "At twenty four years old you made that decision for me and my marriage all on your own huh." "I'm your mother Martin. I felt it was for the best." she held her ground. "So, now you think I'm going to marry this guy, and perform wifely duties for him, dress as a girl......for what, the rest of my life, because of a little fun experiment my dad was playing and happened to die before he could change things?" he stared ahead again his anger building as his head moved back and forth from his hair being teased.. "Yes Martin, I'm afraid so." He stared for a long while. His hair was finally finished, done up in a mound of curls and white ribbon. "OK you're ready hon." the stylist said. "I'll go let them know. You'll have to leave ma'am." she said leaving the room. Martin violently jerked at his bonds. "This is crazy." he screamed at her. "Settle down Martin. This will not help." she yelled back at him. He glared at her through his makeup and sat quietly. "Mother" he said softly looking at her. "If this is real, I can't go through with something like this." he said softly "Please undo these straps and let me out of this chair." he said as he looked at the straps holding his arms to the chair. "I don't want to marry a man. Can't you understand that?" She smiled and touched his cheek "I know you don't honey, but you have to. I'm so sorry. I have to go now...." she turned and left the room. Martin was released from the chair. "OK Martin stand up." Leanne told him after as he was unstrapped from the chair. A towel was wrapped around his waist, and for the first time he wasn't naked in front of all these people. Martin's wedding dress was wheeled in on a dressmakers stand and a white leather corset was also brought into the room. A couple of younger girls brought in other items he would need such as shoes, stockings, etc. Martin stared straight ahead refusing to acknowledge what was going on around him or the presence of all these people and the smiling faces. "Martin. Were you given an enema this morning before your toenails were painted?" Leanne asked reading a chart. The girls in the room giggled and looked at him as they waited for his answer. Martin said nothing feeling so violated by all this. "MARTIN!" she snapped "I haven't got time for this. Did you receive and enema this morning? Answer me or I will have one administered now." she asked taking him by the arm. "Yes...... I had an enema." he said staring blankly while the girls giggled louder at his situation.. "Alright, you girls move along now." Leanne motioned them out as they were no longer needed. "Send in the bridesmaids. It's time." she said and five young girls in identical formal gowns with large bows at the hip, walked in and stood around the wall facing Martin. It was traditional for the bridesmaids to be present during for dressing of the bride. "Martin...do you wish to have your anal cavity lubricated before I start dressing you?" Leanne asked him. The bridesmaids snickered, and laughed softly. He looked surprised, and embarrassed by the question. "Martin, there will be no more chances for lubrication before the honeymoon. I don't know what will happen and I can't advise you, but if you wish me to lubricate you now I will or we will proceed with the dressing without it....Well?....Yes or No?" she looked at him. His made up face couldn't hide his anger and total humiliation. "Yes...." he hissed. "OK, bend over and put your hands on the arms of that chair." she said putting on a glove. Martin did as she said and she lifted his towel and stuck her lubricated middle finger up his behind. His natural instinct was to stand as she inserted her finger but a hand in the middle of the back kept him down. She removed her finger and he stood up. "Oh no you don't Martin. That was just to lube you for this." she showed him a large syringe like object with a 1" diameter tube that would dispense large amounts of lubricant once inside his rectum. He was pushed back down and to his protest and a few groans of discomfort, Martin was fully lubricated. "We'll need to put a maxi pad in his panty." she said to one of the women helping. The towel was taken away and the girls smiled, hands over their mouths, as Martin stood naked in front of them, his nails painted red and heavily madeup face in con contradition of the large cock and balls that hung limp between his legs. They watched with anticipation as the preparation continued. A panty was held up and shown the girls. Lots of lace and white ribbons adorned them. Across the bottom in red was embroidered "I'm Yours" The girls squealed and clapped as Martin was instructed to step into the panties and a Maxi pad was put in. "Martin, we are going to corset you now." she said as the corset was brought over. "This corset will force you into an hourglass shape. It kind of crushes in around you so to speak." she took both his hands and began to tie them in front of him. As she strung the rope to a pulley on the beam, she told him, "Martin this is going to be a little painful." she loosened the laces on the corset.. "What do you mean painful?" he asked as his hands were lifted over his head. "I mean it's going to hurt like hell wearing this thing, but you only have to wear it for the ceremony, and then I'll let you out of it." she said as a guy came in and pulled on the rope lifting Martin up on his toes. "A little higher." she said. She checked his feet. "I want only the tips of his toenails touching the floor. No weight on those feet." she instructed and walked away for a moment. Martin groaned out loud as he felt his weight leave the floor then his feet swing as he was suspended just off the floor. His head was held firmly forward by an assistant to protect the hair. As the corset was wrapped around his waist he glanced over at the bridesmaids who were watching with fascination. Not one of them seemed the least bit concerned that this was all being forced on him. He did noticed that one of the bridesmaids was quiet and non reactive. Then he realized that it was a guy. He had actually been through a similar wedding himself a few years back, and had been required to be a bridesmaid here. The lacing began and Martin groaned as Leanne pulled the laces tighter and tighter. "Give me that." Leanne pointed and one of the girls handed a rod about two feet in length. Martin felt them working on the corset. "OK, you lace it done as I torque the corset." She said. Martin felt the tightness of the corset increase as she pulled on the rod. Then they laced up the slack. Martin gasped and groaned, but stared at the floor. Breathing shallow now. Then she softly said "Again." Martin heard the sound of the leather straining as his sides were pulled in. "AHHHHH!!!" he finally yelled out. The rod was pulled again. "AHHHHH!!!.......his voice a bit higher and more desperate. With his head being held firmly in place he pleaded with Leanne, while they laced up the slack and he hung suspended totally helpless and unable to do anything but allow them to continue. "Stop.....oh,...please stop." he gasped "I can't breath." he pleaded softly. He heard them walking behind him. The tight tension on the leather, began to sound again as Leanne turned the corset even tighter. "OWWWWW!......AAGGHH........STOP! Damn it you're crushing me." he yelled. The girls were all grins as they saw his waist take on the shape of this hour glass crushing corset. Leanne ran her hands up and down the sides of his waist. She looked at him from several feet away. Then she walked back behind him. He felt the torque bar being put on the corset again. "NOOOO!!! No more." he pleaded even beforee she had done anything. The sound of the leather straining filled the air along with Martin's screams. "STOOOOOOP!" his eyes looked wildly to the bridesmaids. "Somebody help me. Make them stop." he was gasping now for breath. It was close. Leanne surveyed him again. She was a perfectionist. Martin's figure now had taken on the shape of the corset and his waist was beautifully if not exaggerated, hourglass shaped. Leanne wanted the laces fully closed those, so Martin had to endure one more tightening, not because it made a difference in his appearance, but because Leanne was such a perfectionist that those laces not being completely closed, even under the dress bothered her. Martin had white stockings put on his legs and fastened to the garters on the corset while he hung there. Leanne forced a pair of white patent 6" peep toe pumps on his feet before letting him down. The shoes were a little small and a shoe horn was used to get them on his feet. The strain on his toes was obvious as the were pushed through the small openings in the front of the shoes. "Let him down slowly." she said, and as the weight came down on his feet the intensity of the corset was magnified causing him to yell out again. A D-cup bullet bra was wrapped round his chest and fastened in place. He took short breaths as his hands were untied. "Alright Martin. It's time to put the dress on." "No..." he gasped. "Don't do this to me." he blurted out as they turned him around to face the dress and took it off the stand. "Please don't. I don't want to do this." he said as the situation continued to escalate. The dress that Martin had sworn he would never wear just a short time ago, was brought before him, unzipped and lowered in front of him. "Martin, I want you to step carefully into the dress now." Leanne said as she and another woman helped him with his balance in the new high heels. His sides ached from the tight corseting. "I don't want to wear a dress. Why can't you all understand that. I'm not a girl. I don't want to dress like this." Martin said gasping from his corseting. "You have to wear the dress Martin, now step into the dress." Leanne insisted. "I can't do.........." "MARTIN!!" Leanne snapped. "We don't have time for this. Step into the dress or I'll call for assistance and have you put in the dress. Either way you're wearing the dress." She looked at him. "Now....lift your foot and step into the dress." she said. "Lift your foot a little higher." she urged him. Martin reluctantly stepped into the wedding dress. He stood there in stockings and heels, as they prepared to raise the dress. His arms were still being held and controlled, and two large guys stood just outside if needed. The wedding dress was raised and Martin closed his eyes. He tried to shut out the humiliation he was enduring. He felt the material go up over his thighs. The bridesmaids all oohed and awwed as the dress was pulled up. Martin opened and closed his eyes again as he felt the dress snugging up to his "formed" body shape.The dress was zipped up tightly clinging to his cinched waist and large pointed breast, giving him the full hourglass figure effect he was meant to have. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 02 "Oh my God, he looks so precious." one of the bridesmaids said all excited. Martin opened his eyes and stared straight ahead not allowing himself to react to their statements. He was not going to give them the satisfaction of their taunts. "And now the vail Martin." Leanne said as she bobbi pinned some babies breath in his hair before pinning the veil into his hair and flipping it back. The girls were all giddy with the whole process. "Martin....This is a neck corset." Leanne held up a stiff white piece with ribbon lacing. "It will not hurt, or choke you so just relax while I put it on." Leanne busied herself wrapping the device around Martin's neck. She laced it in the back and formed a large bow with the ribbon. Though it did not choke as she had said, it was tight and his head was held slightly tilted up and he couldn't look to the side without moving his shoulders. "Does that feel OK?" Leanne ask him. "I can't turn my head." he said. "That's what it's suppose to do Martin. Gives you very nice erect posture.The lace work also adds a special feminine touch to it. " she replied. "I don't like it. Why the hell do I need a feminine touch. " he said emotionless. "Well, we all have to do things we don't like. It looks just fine on you." she said checking it out one more time fluffing the frills. "Here you go." Leanne held up a pair of long rhinestone clipon earrings. "These were your grandmothers. Your mother thought it would be very appropriate for you to wear them on your wedding day." she told him clipping them to his lobes. "Do you like them Martin?" Martin continued to stare not reacting at all. "Yeah, they're great." with a sarcastic tone. Martin stood very straight and erect now. A lace pair of white, elbow length fingerless gloves were worked up each of his arms. Leanne stood back and looked at him. She fluffed his dress a little. It was a beautiful strapless dress that exposed his shoulders and upper back, augmented even more by his hair pulled up in the back. "How do you feel Martin?" Leanne ask him "How do you think I feel? I feel like a damned fool." he hissed. "Yes well, I see no need for you to see yourself at this point. I think you are ready." she smiled "What do you think girls?" Leanne ask the bridesmaids, turning Martin to face them now. "He's beautiful" one spat out eagerly as they clapped and giggled amongst themselves. Martin was beyond response. A floral bouquet was put in his hands, and he was led to the bridesmaids who all expressed their delight and complimented him on how pretty he was, and what a beautiful bride he made. Especially for being a man bride. The bridesmaids gathered in for a couple of quick photos with Martin. As they left the room Martin was primped one last time and was walked slowly to the door. Missy entered the room wearing a beautiful pink knee length dress and pink heels. She began laughing as she covered her mouth. Taking his arm she said. "Oh my! Look at you." she suppressed the laughter. "I'm sorry Martin." she grinned. "Well you look ready to me." she snickered. "I'm not doing this." he said to her. "I refuse. This whole thing is crazy." "Martin." she said quietly in his ear. "Listen to me Sweetie. You see that chrome pole by the alter? They will drag you kicking and screaming down there and tie you up on that pole with your feet off the ground if they have to. You will still go through the ceremony and be married anyway.. Don't fight it Martin. it's not worth it. Not right now." she cupped his cheek with her palm. "Don't lose your dignity in front of all these people that way." she implored him. "Lose my dignity?" he said staring straight ahead very erect now. "Look at me! I'm a man damn it. You call this dignified?. What do you think this is? I'm dressed like a woman for god's sake." he gestured at his dress. "Martin, listen to me, I may be able to get this marriage annulled. I talked to the lawyer that did annulment for your marriage to your last wife." she held his hand. "Get me out of here then." he said. "Martin.....I said I might be able to get the marriage annulled. I can't stop the marriage. You still have to get married today. I'm sorry." She squeezed his hand. "Try and keep yourself together till the ceremony is over and maybe we can talk some more about it." she said pulling the vail down over his face. Martin flinched at the vail covering his face. The thought of such a thing infuriated him. "Take that off Missy. he tried to turn. "The vail will be removed for the kiss Martin. Not before. Let's go now.' The door was opened and to Martin's surprise, it was a side door to the church sanctuary, and all the people stood as the wedding march began to play. Missy took him by the arm ready to escort him down the aisle, with the help of two large guys now in black tuxedos. "This isn't right." he said as he was nudged out into the doorway now visible to everyone.The man Martin was to marry stood at the alter waiting as Martin began to make his way slowly to the top of the aisle in preparation for the walk down the aisle to the alter. "I don't understand. Why?" he looked at the groom waiting at the alter. I shouldn't have to marry him. I don't want to marry anybody. Doesn't that matter to anyone?" he said in a low tone toward Missy. "I'm sorry honey. You have to get married today." she took his arm. "Let's go." as she began to walk him slowly down the aisle to the delighted grins and giggles of some, and the shocked looks of others attending. Martin's heels clicked on the hard floor as he began his slow, agonizing walk to the alter. Overwhelmed with emotions of embarrassment, helplessness, and a degradation he felt he would never be able to live down, tears welled up in his eyes. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 03 Martin shifted his eyes back and forth, looking at all the people standing, and now totally focused on him. He could not turn his head, but he saw many people smiling and some giggling, but politely covering their mouths as they did so. An older couple looked shocked at his appearance, and seemed to be judging him for what they saw. "Oh my god, look how that young man's dressed." Martin saw her lips say to her husband. He wanted to shout out, "Don't just stare at me, help me." but he walked down the aisle feeling more and more ashamed with each step. Did all these people really think he was a willingly part in all of this? "I can't take this anymore. It's absurd." he said softly to Missy his voice wavering. "You're doing just fine Martin. Don't make a scene honey. We will figure this out. I promise." she squeezed his hand as they slowly continued down the aisle. Martin minced carefully because of the high heels he was wearing. "Damn it, everybody's laughing at me. This is degrading." he hissed silently to her. "They're admiring you Martin. You look so beautiful in your dress. Try and give them a smile." she said. "Shut up Missy. I don't need that kind of shit." he got a little loud. "It is very appropriate at this moment that you are dressed the way you are, so just calm down." she patted his hand as they walked down the aisle. "What's appropriate about it?" he argued. "Why do I have to dress like this? How come I have to be the bride?" "Because he is the groom." she said sounding a like an airhead, and making absolutely no sense at all to Martin. Though Martin felt great shame being paraded in front of all these people dressed as a woman on her wedding day. His posture that was now being dictated by the crushing corset and the neck corset he wore, made him look in many ways like a proud bride. His head forced high so all could clearly view his beautifully madeup face. The tears he shed were tears of humiliation and frustration and not tears of joy that many in the church were mistaking them for. His high heels causing him to take short, but appropriate steps. "Missy.....This corset is crushing me." he gasped. "It looks so good on you." "I don't care how it looks. It hurts, and I can't get my breath." he insisted. "That's enough about the corset Martin. Now hush. You'll survive." she looked at him. "It's time Martin." she looked into his eyes, "Be strong, honey." she said as the came to the end of the aisle. She gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "This can't be happening. It has to be a dream. Things aren't done this way." he became even more desperate now. "It's not a dream sweetie......I'm sorry Martin." she said softly lowering her eyes. "I....I..don't want to do this Missy." he stammered as he was moved closer into position. "I know you don't honey, just try and go along with the ceremony. I promise to do all I can as fast as I can. You'll be fine." she looked away. "Missy......Mother, please....." he pleaded now, not knowing what else to say, but she did not respond. As they got to the front alter, the groom turned and looked at Martin. Martin was too nervous to understand what they were wanting him to do. Martin balked. Slightly pushing away and pulling his hands back as he was forcibly positioned nearer to the groom. His lips formed the word "no" but nothing came out. He felt himself lifted off the ground by his arms and placed next to the groom. There was a little laughter that ran through those who were in attendance as he was placed in position for the ceremony to begin.. The Justice who was to perform the ceremony, was a pleasant looking middle aged woman wearing a red satin robe. She was wearing high heels, and had a warm smile for Martin as he was positioned next to the groom for the ceremony. The groom was a large man. Much taller than Martin, with thick black hair and a mustache. He seemed to be in his mid forties. He smiled at Martin and looked him up and down from head to toe. He then laughed to himself in what seemed to be satisfaction with Martin's appearance. The Justice nodded and proceeded with the ceremony as everyone took their seats. "Today....we have gathered here together to join this couple, the Baron Vargos and Martin Hastings in blissful wedlock." Martin's hands were shaking as he stared at the woman Justice. "Who is giving the bride, Martin Hastings away?" she asked smiling and looking to Missy. "I am." Missy spoke up. "His mother." Missy said holding out Martins hand to the Baron. Martin's bright red fingernails were a testament to his new feminine state. Martin flinched as the Baron took his hand in his. The Baron smiled admiring Martins hand and nails, which now seemed so delicate in this mans large hand. "Is the dowry acceptable to the Hastings family?" she asked. "Yes." said Missy looking to the Baron. "Thank you." The Baron nodded as she thanked him. Martin's brow wrinkled a bit as he wondered, "Would this be happening if the dowry was not acceptable? Who got it? Wait a minute isn't this backwards? Doesn't the dowry go the other way?" He was for all intents and purposes being sold to this man by his own family. "Wait." said Martin. They Justice looked surprised, as she looked at him as to what his inquiry might be. "I didn't agree to this marriage." he said softly. "Was the dowry paid?" she asked the Baron. "Yes" he said. "Did you receive it, and was it adequate?" she asked Missy. "Yes" she said meekly. "Well it sounds to me we have all the required consents. Mr. Hastings, this is an arranged marriage. The Baron has requested your hand in marriage and your family has found the Baron to be a suitable spouse for you. Shall we continue?" she was interrupted again as she started. "What about my consent? I don't want to do this" he said with a trembling voice. "But you are the bride, and everything is in order. Your consent is not required." she smiled. "Now. Shall we continue?" "I don't want to get married" he whined softly as tears of frustration started to flow again. Martin looked at the groom who seemed concerned. "I don't want to marry you." he said to the Baron. The Baron looked at him with a caring smile. "Don't do this to me" he pleaded through his tears. The Baron patted Martins hand before turning his attention back to the Justice and the ceremony continued. Martin stared straight out, the neck corset holding his head erect, but couldn't block out the fact that every eye in the house was now fixed on him. Not to mention the fact he was a man being forced to marry a man in a legal, same sex, arranged marriage. Why didn't this seem odd to any of these people. Some seemed to even find his appearance dressed as a woman unacceptable, but they stared at him as if it was his desire to be dressed this way, so their disdain and disgust was directed at him. Others smiled, girls giggled and fought back outright laughter. Whispers behind hand covered mouths. "No!" Martin blurted out again. "Stop this." he looked around franticly, now crying steady streams of tears. One of the security detail approached Martin with a small strap. It was a ball gag. Martin had caused enough disruptions and it was about to come to an end. "Don't make me do this......ooogghh......mmmppfff!" he squeezed out his last words as the ball gag was put between his lips. The strap was fastened behind his head. "UMMPPFF!!" he squealed again as the gag strap was pulled very tight, hurting his cheeks. His humiliation was even more evident now as he stood facing all in attendance, beautifully dressed as a woman, gagged and now about to be married to Baron Vargos in a ceremony they were all there witness and seemed to approve of. Martin's attention was brought back to the ceremony. Martin reached up and touched the ball in his mouth with his fingers. He tried to put his fingers under the straps to get it out, before the Baron took his hand back. "Will you Baron Vargos, promise to love, cherish and care for Martin. Take him into your life and hold him special among all others, love him in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" "I do." the Baron said in a deep voice. "MMPPFF!!" Martin tried to interrupt and turn his head. "And do you, Mrs. Hastings," she said looking to Missy "Being Martin's mother, also feel this marriage will be a beautiful part of Martin's life, committing him to the of love and protection of The Baron Vargos, sharing his life with him till death do they part." Missy looked a Martin a little hesitant, then smiled."Yes. I do." "MMPPFFF" Martin reacted, trying to lash out. "You may place the ring on the brides finger." The Baron was advised. "MMPPFF....UMmmmm!!! Martin squealed in the ball gag as the ring slid down his slender finger. Tears on his face. "With this ring as a symbol of your love together, and by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man." the Justice looked at The Baron, "and wife." the Justice smiled as she nodded to Martin. Martin felt the strap of the gag being unfastened now. It was removed from his mouth. "You may kiss the bride now." the Justice said with a joyful smile The Baron lifted Martin's vail. Martin was stunned. Before he could say anything, The Baron had pinched his cheeks into a pucker and was now kissing Martin deeply. Martins eyes were squinted shut, his palms on the Barons chest in a lame attempt to move him back. A slight sound of pain from the squeezing of Martin's cheeks was muffled by the applause of those now standing in the audience. Total disgust was the look on Martins face as the Baron released his kiss. "NOOO!!!" Martin shouted out, as the Baron took Martin by the hand, and one arm around his waist. They walked up the aisle to the well wishes of all, as they made their way to the back of the church. "Let me go. I'm not married to you." Martin shouted out unable to turn side to side. Martin had to take two steps to every one the Baron took which gave him a pretty mincing stride as he doubled timed to keep up in his high heels. "We're not married." Martin had a distressed look on his face as he was escorted up the aisle. As they reached the top of the aisle they were greeted by those who had helped prepare him for the ceremony. They were all smiling and clapping. Martin was stunned at what he heard next. "Are you ready to get out of that corset Mrs.Vargos? Just come this way. We'll have him back in about ten minutes Baron." What was this? Mrs. Vargos? Why are they referring to him in the feminine way? He walked with them dazed by what had just happened. Leanne took Martin by the arm and escorted him to a side room. Martin was in pain from the crushing affects of the corset he was forced to wear. Leanne positioned him under a small pulley in the upper beam, and Martin knew what this was for now and gave no resistance as he wanted this corset off as soon as possible. "That was a wonderful ceremony Mrs.Vargos" Leanne said as she began to loosen the laces on the neck corset that held his head rigidly still and his chin a bit elevated. "Don't call me that." he hissed and glared ahead with teary eyes. He was not buying any of this and he was not going to let her humiliate him anymore. "What's that ......Mrs. Vargos? What should I call you then. That is who you are." she said in a surprised way as she continued to loosen the laces. "Call me Martin! That's my name!" he spat out. "Oh, Mrs. Vargos. I can't call you that. It would be disrespectful. Besides you are now legally Mrs.Vargos, and that is how I must address you." she opened the neck corset and removed it from around his neck. "Disrespectful!!!! Disrespectful!!!!! You think dressing me like a woman and forcing me to stand in front of all those people is not disrespectful? I'm a man. I'm not a woman damn it. Stop trying make me one." he was ranting, his eye makeup in need of repair. "Mrs. Vargos, of course you're a man. Nobody is saying you're not. It wouldn't be a same sex marriage if you weren't a man." she smiled. "You enjoy tormenting me, don't you. You like seeing me like this." Martin was venting his frustrations openly. "Mrs. Vargos....Please! I do enjoy my work. And my job is to tend to your beauty and fashion needs, for which I'm compensated very well. I don't feel I'm tormenting you at all. I'm helping you, and yes, I do like seeing you like this, as that is what I do, and I do it well." she said asking for his hands so she could remove his fingerless gloves, and tie his hands together. "Men don't have beauty needs. This is crazy." Martin allowed her to tie his hands and pull the rope through the wench raising his hands over his head. She carefully unzipped Martins dress and let it lay on the floor. "Would you do this to your son?" he aked being sarcastic. "Dress him like a woman and and force him to marry a man?" he ask without looking at her. "No." was all she said as she readied him. "Please lower your head Mrs.Vargos so I can lift you now, and we can get this corset off you." Martin did as she said and the strain became tighter on his arms. He felt his arms being pulled tighter till the weight on his high heels became all he could do to stand on tiptoes and then............his feet hung just off the floor. His red toes spread and strained for the floor for a moment. He swung slightly for just a moment till Leanne steadied him. Leanne took the tension bar used to put him in the corset and torqued it to enable her to undo the first strap. Martin felt little relief initially but as she loosened the laces the pain began to subside. As he was let back down to his feet Leanne stopped just short of letting his hands down. She stood in front of Martin and spoke very directly as he hung suspended. "Mrs. Vargos. I will be attending to your needs this evening and in the morning. I hope we have a let's say, mutual understanding, from here on out. Even though you are now my employer, I have specific instructions from the Baron that override anything you might say that is contrary to my instructions. At least those things in conflict with his directions. So, please understand I WILL do what I'm suppose to do. And you will have it done. Now. You are Mrs. Vargos I can't change that ma'am, and I will call you that as it is appropriate. If you want to be referred to in a masculine way, in private only, then fine. I'll call you sir, if you like, but not in front of others. But so you know, I have security to help if you get out of line." she stared at him causing him to shy away. "Get out of line. What are you going to do? Make me dress like a little girl? he said mocking her. "No ma'am. I'll spank you like you're a little girl, but I'll hit your bare ass with a board like you're a grown man." She walked behind him and raised the dress back up and zipped it. She used her hands to lift his padded bust and make sure the bullet bra points were still dominantly protruding horizontally against the front of his dress. "So, when can I go home?" he ask as she cleaned up his face a bit. "Sorry sir, I'm not allowed, nor would it be appropriate for me to comment on the Barons affairs." she put mascara on his false eyelashes. "So....what happens next?" he asked just before she reapplied his lipstick. "Well, I suppose you will leave with the Baron and go to the Estate. I am to meet you there later. So, I'd say a couple of hours prep time and then, the fun begins" she smiled as she escorted him to the door. "What fun is that?" he looked at her nervously. "Well ma'am, I don't know, and it's none of my business, but when I got married the first night was very exciting and I was very nervous." she grinned trying to stay coy and get him back to the party. "What do you mean Leanne? Tell me" he insisted. "Well sir, based on the way you're to be dressed this evening and.......well it is your wedding night. Figure it out." she cringed a little as she said it smiling. "I'm not having sex with that man. Oh no." Martin pulled away. "Well sir, you are his wife now." she talked logically. "Forget it. Let me out of here." she stopped him. "I'm not going to allow myself to be fucked by some guy." "Mrs. Vargos!!! Settle down. He's not just some guy. He is your husband." she looked at him in a sympathetic way. "Listen. I know you're nervous, and you've never done this before." "What!" he interrupted. "I'm a man Leanne. I don't want to be here. Nervous has nothing to d with it. I've never done this and we're not going to start today. I'm not doing this do you hear me? he spat back, his arms still extended over his head. "YOU ARE HIS WIFE!. Accept it." she snapped back. "You said you weren't going to have your body shaved, your nails painted, your hair rolled, wear that dress or those high heels. No way were you getting married to the Baron, and you are now Mrs.Vargos. All those things did happen. So I would prepare for the evening if I were you, as if it will happen." She leaned over to his ear and whispered as they got to the door. "I'll give you some good newlywed advise for a the bride. Try and relax and go with things. A big smile and a little cooperation, and your husband will guide you through with no problems." she grinned a sinister grin, and pushed him on out the door to the handlers who were waiting. "I'm not doing it, you sick bitch." he hissed as the handlers took him by his arms. "See you in a little while" she waved. Martin struggled to keep up with the two men escorting him down the hallway. He was having to take two steps to every one of theirs because of the 5" heels and wedding dress he wore didn't make things any easier. "Where are you taking me?" Martin asked as he hustled along. But they didn't reply. Their grips on the backs of his arms were tight and intimidating. As he strutted down the hall to the door, his heels clicking loudly, he saw a limo waiting with the doors open. He was led through the door and stood next to the limo, where his hands were lifted by one of the escorts and the other wrapped a black patent leather belt around his waist, and buckled it behind his back. Then his hands were lowered one at a time and fastened to cuffs at his side that were attached to the belt. Martin stared straight ahead. Ignoring the men as they trussed him up. He felt the back of his dress being unzipped and the wedding dress top being flipped down in front to just below his chest exposing his large padded bra cups. The bra was unfastened and removed leaving him bare chested. His breast and nipples exposed, though he had a masculine chest, he was shaved and felt very vulnerable. They helped him into the back of the car, careful to not injure his hairdo or the dress. Martin sat in the middle of the back seat while he was strapped into a seat belt. He noticed another young man, dressed like the others sitting in the seat across facing him in the limo. He had a slight grin. "What are you looking at asshole?" Martin snapped at him as his feet were secured to the bottom of the seat. Martin wiggled his red toes a bit in the 5" peep toe pumps to get comfortable. He looked around to see what was taking so long. Nobody seemed to be around and he was just setting here. He looked down at the bonds holding his hands at his sides. He looked at the wedding ring he now wore, fanning his fingers for a better look. His red fingernails and slender fingers made for a rather "natural setting" for his ring. He looked at the man again who was still staring without emotion. "What's the matter. Never seen a man forced to get married to another man before?" he looked away again in disgust. His bare chest making him very self conscious now. "Where are we going?" he asked, but again the man did not acknowledge him. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 03 He heard a commotion and the Baron came out the side door, having just left all the well wishers inside. He came straight to the car and got in next to Martin. The door was closed with Martin and the Baron alone with the one security guy. "Sorry to keep you waiting darling, but I had to do the rounds just once." he smiled and kissed Martin on the cheek. Martin pulled away and his hands instinctively pulled at his bonds. The Baron signaled for the car to go ahead and he slid his arm around Martins shoulders. Martin pulled back and looked at him. "What's this all about?" Martin tried to look as if he deserved an answer. The Baron took Martin's nipple between his thumb and finger and rolled it back and forth. "Well my sweet, we are headed home." he kissed Martin on the neck. Martin twisted but couldn't avoid his advances. "Stop that!" he raised his voice. The Baron continued rolling Martin's nipple. "You can stop that too." Martin looked at him with his face as far away as he could get. The Baron just smiled and ran his fingers up into the back of Martin's hair. He gripped a handful of his hair and pulled Martins chin to his chest, and Martin leaned forward. Martin's exposed neck was soon being kissed very passionately and all Martin could do was sit there and hope his hair wouldn't be pulled out.The Baron began to suck on the side of Martin's neck and Martin realized he was giving him a hickey. A very noticeable one at that. "Stop it" Martin hissed still feeling the strain of the pulling in his hair, but the Baron continued. The Baron gave his new bride a hickey any high schoolgirl would be proud to display to her friends. As the Baron released his hickey kiss he gave little sweet kisses on Martins face. The Baron pulled Martins hair straight back from the top and Martin winced, "Owww! That hurts." as the Baron began to suck Martins left nipple and squeezed the right one as he pulled his hair. The nipple sucking caused Martin to try an fight back. He twisted and pulled at his bonds. Trying to kick his feet and use his hands to no avail. The Baron continued sucking Martins nipples. "STOP.......... YOU'RE HURTING ME" Martin screamed out in frustration. "Let go of my hair damn it." he hissed. The Baron took his time with Martin. Then he squeezed Martins cheeks and kissed Martins red lips very deeply letting his tongue slide into Martins mouth. Martin flounced around against his bonds, but didn't really move. Martin was trying desperately to stop things. "UMPFFFFFF" was the constant sound he made as he took deep breaths. The Baron continued his passionate barrage as Martin was totally helpless to stop him. After a while Martins hair was released, and the Baron sat next to Martin staring at him. "Why are you doing this to me." Martin was teary. "You are my wife. I love you. You are my desire." the Baron gave a dreamy look. "You don't even know me. I'm a man for Christ sakes. Let me go." Martin almost broke into tears. "You looked beautiful today at the ceremony. The women were all jealous of you" the Baron smiled. "You're my bride." "I'm not a bride. Just listen to me for a minute." he shook his head away from the Baron. "I'm sure you are a nice man and you would make a woman or man very happy, but.........I don't want to be that man. I don't love you. I'm not attracted to men. I don't want to be married to you. I find you kissing on me disgusting" he looked to the security. The Baron was giving his full attention to Martin. "Look at me guys. You have me restrained just so you can have your way with me. That's not love.......that's forcing yourself on me." He was finally getting people to listen as they pulled in the driveway. "I've been married twice to women. I like women. They're the greatest. Not men. I don't wear dresses, and I don't dress like a woman. This is all being forced on me, and it needs to stop. Can't you see where I'm coming from?" he asked the Baron as they pulled up to the estate. The Baron unfastened Martins seat belt, and the door was opened and his feet were released. Martin swung his feet around and stood up outside the car. His bra was put back on him and his dress was pulled back up to it's normal position. "I'm sorry Baron, this lifestyle is just not for me." Martin had gotten his message across finally. "I understand my love." he said taking Martin's hand. "You are very nervous. You've never known a man like me before, and this is your first time." he held Martin's shoulders as he spoke. "You are my most precious desire. You will have diamond rings on all your toes. Women will envy you. You will be the prettiest of the pretty. They will all respect you." the Baron picked Martin up to carry him over the threshold and into the house. Martin's wrist still restrained at his hips. He kicked his legs and pushed against the Barons strong grip. "Put me down you bastard." Martin screamed now. "STOP IT!!" Martin was crying in frustration and anger. Throwing his head about as he yelled. "I HATE YOU.....I HATE YOU! he screamed as he was carried into the house. The Baron smiled as he set Martin down inside the house. "My sweet, You will feel different after I've made love to you." Martin turned and stormed off into a house he had never been in before not knowing where he was headed. His high heels clicking across the floor fading into another room. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 04 "The Marriage of Martin Hastings" is a tale of forced feminization and forced marriage. It touches the rails of many fetishes, dominance, and sexual activities. The story develops many twist and turns, and develops new characters as it progresses. I hope those who follow this story from this point on, will enjoy the helplessness and the strong determination to escape that fills Martin's day's, as Mrs. Vargos. Martin walked down the hallway pulling at his wrist restraints to no avail. He turned around suddenly and there for the first time saw himself dressed as a woman in a wall mirror. He touched the mirror with his fingers. "What have they done to me?" He looked at the high arched eyebrows and the makeup and false eyelashes. His hair was all a mess from the Baron's advances, but it was still teased up and curls galore. He took his grandmothers earrings off and placed them on the table. He'd forgotten he was wearing them till he saw his reflection. His bare shoulders added elegance, and.........he noticed a dark brown spot on the side of his neck. He looked at the hickey, turning his head as far as he could and still see in the mirror. This man had already left his mark on him. "Those bastards." he said softly staring at his reflection. "Mrs. Vargos!" a woman's voice startled him. He turned and there stood Leanne. "Mrs. Vargos, is everything OK? It's early. I wasn't expecting you for at least another hour." she said looking at him. "And what happened to your hair?" she moved his hair around and patted it. " The Baron wanted to see if it was attached to my head on the way over." he said in a flippant way. " Leanne. Can you get me out of these cuffs?" he looked hopeful. "Well, if your ready to get started. We can start a little early I guess. It will give me time to fix that hair." she opened the door to a dressing room. "Get Started? We just finished if I'm not mistaken. I want to get out of these cuffs" Martin looked at her. "Preparing you for your wedding night of course. You know......sexxxxxxxy." she smiled "C'mon, Let's get you out of that dress and get you in the chair, so I can strap you down and we'll get started." she pointed at a styling chair already fitted with restraints. "I'm not setting in that chair again?" he looked hard at her. "Yes you are." she smiled not breaking eye contact. "Leanne, this is nonsense." "I can have security come in and strap you in the chair. I can have them strap you in so tight you will be very uncomfortable, and then, I'll prepare you for your wedding night." she gave him a look. "Either way Mrs.Vargos it is going to get done." she said as a matter of fact. Martin looked around the room. Martin was frustrated. He wanted to lash out at her, but knew it would only make things worse. If she only had a bit of sympathy for what he was going through. She was about to prepare him as some sexy female offering for some guy to have his way with, and she doesn't want any problems? No complaints? Cooperation? Martin couldn't understand it. He hung his head as she unzipped his dress and let it fall to the ground. He stepped out of it and she removed his bra, garter belt, stockings and heels. She left his panties on, and helped him in the chair, where she proceeded to strap him in the chair. Straps on the arms and around the waist and chest were cinched tightly. "Let's get started now. I've decided to shampoo and reset that hair. This gives you plenty of dryer time. Are you comfortable Mrs. Vargos?" she asked. "Yes. I'm very happy thank you so much!" he said sarcasticly as if he was a starlet. "Just cross your legs Mrs. Vargos. You can relax and swing your foot back and forth. Wiggle your toes if you like." she grinned in the mirror at him, right back at him. "Oh thanks. That means so much to me." His deadpan tone obvious. "Where am I?" he looked in the mirror at her. "This is your house Mrs.Vargos. You live here." Martin fumed at the ease that she spoke to him as a woman. She reclined his head into the shampoo bowl and lathered his hair. She massaged the shampoo into his hair and worked it much longer than any shampoo he had ever had. Leanne set the chair upright again and combed through Martin's hair. "Tonight starts the "Three Nights of Consummation" for you.' she said as she finished combing his hair and pulling up the roller trays. "What the hell is that." he spat out, but he wasn't sure he really wanted to know. "It's very traditional, especially in the upper class social circles. After you've been married, you will on your wedding night begin what is called, Three Nights of Consummation. During the consummation period you will only wear white. Tonight, you and your husband will have your first night together. You will receive his 'seed' for the first time and..." "Whoa! No seed here. He's not going to fuck me!" Martin said angrily as he snapped his head away from her. "Please Mrs. Vargos. I am just explaining it to you so......." he interrupted again. "Don't call me Mrs. Vargos. Call me by my real name damn it." he was ranting a bit now. "I can only do that in private. It's not proper otherwise." she said stepping back for a moment. "We're in private. Just do as I say. You work for me now. Right?" "Yes ma'am I do." she said sternly. 'Then you will do as I say." Martin knew there were limitations on his authority with her, as she had told him earlier. "As you wish . Where were we now." Leanne combed a strand of hair up and rolled it down onto a brush roller. She twisted it tighter than normal to make a point. "As I was saying, you are to receive your husband's 'seed' the first night. After that nobody but the Baron and myself, your personnel attendant, may look directly upon your face till the Consummation period is over. The following day, you and the Baron will meet your parents. In this case your mother. This will be followed by the second night of The Consummation." Leanne was rolling his hair as she talked. "The following day you are to meet with the Baron's parents, followed by the final night of the Consummation. You are to receive his seed each night of the consummation. After the third night you will no longer have to wear all white. There will be a large banquet of family and friends the next evening where everyone will look upon your face as the newly seeded bride of the Baron and you will be introduced to the world as the Lady Vargos." she pinned another roller. "You're kidding me. Sounds like a fairy tale to me." was Martin's reaction. "How am I to meet people when you just said I can't show my face? Tell me that." he challenged her. "You will be wearing a "Bliss Mask" in public." she continued. "Of course I will. Why didn't I think of that. A Bliss Mask" he said sarcasticly. Leanne worked quickly to get his hair set. This was not a scheduled setting and she had to get his hair done. "Marcia, I'm going to put you under the dryer now. We don't have a lot of time." "Don't start that crap. My name is Martin. Use it properly." he scowled at her. "No ma'am, your name is Marcia. The Baron picked it for you before you were married so the name changes went into affect at the same time. Your name is Marcia Vargos." she worked the elastic of the hood over his rollers. "I'M NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE!" he screamed. "Let me go damn it." he fought with his bonds. "You just can't change someone's name without asking!" he was furious. His name was the last bit of manhood associated with him, and now they are taking that away also? "Marcia, please control yourself." Leanne tried to get his attention, but he kept kicking at her. Leanne called one of security who immediately strapped Martin's knees together then his ankles. "What are you looking at you big prick." Martin hissed at him. "You work for me you know. I'm making a new rule for you security guys that brings a whole new meaning to dress uniform" he yelled as the guy left the room. SLAP!!!! Leanne smacked Martins face hard. "Mrs. Vargos! Please settle down. I would hate to have to have you paddled on your wedding night. I know it takes time to adjust to all this. I've done this before. So please try and cooperate. It's so much easier that way." she turned the dryer on high. "Oh yeah, did the last guy you put through this cooperate?" he scowled. "Well no, not initially. He was actually worse than you, but Marcia, he spent a long time in control restraints, and was paddled a lot. You don't want all that." she tried to make him understand. "You punished this guy because he didn't want to be a girl? That's outrageous." "No ma'am. He was punished for not cooperating." she said with conviction in her view of the difference of opinion. "But he fought you didn't he? He didn't like it huh. Didn't like being told he had to be some guy's wife. I wonder why?" Martin looked like as if he couldn't figure it out. "Yes.....yes he did. He didn't settle down and accept his place until he had breast implants put in. I think having large breast just kind of broke the rebellious spirit. He does look very nice with breast though." she began picking things up. Martin couldn't speak initially. His lips trembled as he looked at her in the mirror, the large dryer bonnet on his head. She's not serious, he thought. She's trying to intimidate me. "The Baron doesn't think I'm going to accept breast implants does he?" he asked meekly. "It's not a matter of you accepting them. It would be if the Baron desired you to have them or not." She looked at him in the mirror. "I don't know Marcia. I think it was more for discipline and control on the other young man. That's the Baron's decision though, and he has said nothing to me about it. If he is into boobs, he may want you to have them." "Oh great." Martin was nervous. On the way over in the car all his husband did was play with, and suck his nipples. Martin looked at his chest in the mirror. He could only imagine how that other man felt the first time he had to sit like this seeing his image with large breast. he could understand how the spirit could be broken. Martin was left alone with his thoughts while the hair dryer did it's job. Martin was so angry at all this and frustrated that he couldn't get them to stop. This thing just kept moving forward. The thought of receiving this mans seed Martin found revolting. "What gives this guy the right to squirt his semen in me?" Martin looked around the room. He was being made to look as sexy as possible, just so the Baron could do just that, and everyone was going to look him in the eye at the reception with knowing smiles. Martin began to weep openly. Setting very erect, strapped into the chair while his hair dried. "I don't want to do this" he mumbled though tears of frustration again. "Stop this......please" his voice faded. Martin looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!!!!!" he yelled. Then he sobbed for the next 30 minutes while his hair dried. Leanne returned with the lingerie that Martin was to wear for the evening. She looked at Martin's tear stained face. "How we doing?" she asked. "Don't do this to me. Please....just let me go." he was exhausted from the emotional energy he had spent. He realized he was at the last moments. Though still in curlers and his makeup yet to be done, Martin knew what was coming, and soon. Leanne patted his shoulder. "Let's clean up that face and get ready for makeup" she pulled the makeup tray over. "Leanne" he said looking at her "Do I have to do this?" "Yes ma'am. You have to do this." she said putting a makeup cape around his neck "Is there another way to do it? Can we make an agreement? I can't do this. Not like this. I'll be an emotional wreck." he looked lost. "I'm afraid not Mrs. Vargos. There is only one way for your husband to deliver his seed as far as I know." she once again set the makeup tray next to him. "You can do this. You look very pretty and will be dressed very appropriately for the moment, and your husbands actions will be appropriate also. This will be a normal evening." she was looking for something. "For God's sakes I'm a man. What do you not understand about that? This is not normal." he spat out. "I understand fully. That's why it is called a same sex marriage. That means two men. Nothing says that, though you are male in gender, you can't present yourself to the world in a more beautiful form." she smiled. Beauty is not restricted to females you know." "What?" he said as she cold creamed his face. Martin looked at the sexy little white teddy outfit he was to wear this evening. Leanne had finished his hair and was now putting the final touches on his makeup. His long false eyelashes gave a very seductive look to his eyes no matter what he did. Leanne had artfully used eyeliner to accent his eyes and several tones of eyeshadow from a deep lilac on his lids to deeper earth tones in the creases. She had used a lighter foundation on his face with blushed out cheeks, to make his red lips more even more prominent. "Mrs. Vargos!" Leanne said sternly, but gently. "I will be releasing you from the chair to dress you in your wedding night attire. Please understand, I need you to cooperate. If I have any problems I'll have security right in here. Do you understand me?" she ask waiting for his acknowledgment. "Do you understand that I don't want you to dress me in that nightie. I want to be let go, and I want to go home." he said staring straight ahead. "You know I can't do that. Mrs. Vargos, if you struggle while I am trying to get you ready, I will have you secured over that chair, and I will cane your bare butt, and I will cane you hard." she looked at him and added, "I don't want to have to do that." "This is pure insanity." he hissed. Leaanne picked up the cane. "Mrs. Vargos, Would you like a quick swat across the top of your thighs just so you know how awful it feels to be caned?" she raised an eyebrow. "What kind of question is that. Why would I want to do that?" he spat out. "That's true, but if you know how terrible it feels to be caned, you will not want more. and you will be more likely to cooperate. Doesn't that make sense to you? she smiled a little. "No. I don't want to be caned." he said in a sarcastic, mocking way. It was a ridiculous question. "Oh, but Mrs. Vargos, I think you should have at least one really good, hard cut across the top of your thighs." she looked at the cane, running her fingers up and down it's length. "I said NO! Can't you hear?" He gave her a glare through his heavily made up eyes. "Well I think we should put a nice cut right across here before we get you dressed." she putting the cane on top of his thighs and moving it back and forth. "I'll wear the nightie, I don't need to be hit with a cane." he seemed a bit desperate at the thought now. "Oh yes. I know you'll wear it. And I know you'll cooperate. I think I should give you just one though. Then we can get you dressed." she raised the cane. "NO! Just get me dressed, you are crazy...........No...Don't do it I'll....." "SWIIIISH!!!!!" the cane came down hard on top of Martins thighs. "OWWW!!!" he screamed out. "Damn you Leanne, that hurt. I told you I would go along with your little game. Why did you do that?" as a red stinging welt developed on his thighs. The burning sensation was intense. He could not imagine absorbing ten strokes from that cane on his ass. "I KNOW what you said Mrs. Vargos! Now!, I KNOW what you'll do." she said undoing his restraints. "Stand up Mrs. Vargos." She held out white rhumba panties, with rows of frills across the bottom and lace at the leg openings and bows on the sides. "I want you to put these on. You will dress yourself tonight for your husband." she smiled. He took the panties and stepped into them. As he pulled them up he said. "Why?" "The Baron likes you in these panties" she said. He felt the mark on his thighs throbbing as he thought of seizing Leanne and strapping her in the chair till he could figure out how to get out of here. He knew he could overpower her with no problem, but the goons outside were a different story and a scuffle would have them all over him in a second. Then he knew he would be severely caned and in intense pain, then end up right back where he was now. The frustration was mounting. She said nothing as she held the bra for him to put his arms in. Martin looked at her, then put his hands out with his red fingernails fanned out as she slid the bra up his arms and slid the straps onto his shoulders. She stood back and instructed Martin to fasten the bra himself. Martin tried to fasten the bra, his hands working by feel alone. His nails had been forcibly lengthened and made things even more awkward. Leanne walked behind him and assisted with fastening. He was instructed to set down and one leg at a time point his pretty red toes and slide the white seamed stockings up his leg and fasten them to the white garter belt he now wore. Leanne handed him white 6" spike heel pumps. "Put the heels on Mrs.Vargos. It's time to put the nightie on." Martin slid the shoes onto his feet and stood straight up and took the nightie as it was handed to him. He slid it over his fresh hairdo and let it fall into place about mid thigh. Leanne held a white satin robe open for Martin to put his arms into, and she tied the sash for him. "There. Now you can open the robe and present yourself properly to your husband." she smiled. Martin was emotionless as he clipped on the rhinestone earrings and choker he was given. Doing all this himself was degrading for him, but it was required by custom that the bride prepare herself for her husband. Of course only Leanne was aware of that fact. She had Martin hold out his hands so she could slip white lace fingerless gloves onto each hand and turning the three tiers of lace over at his wrist. Martin was dressed. "Mrs. Vargos. Thank you very much for your cooperation. You look very pretty and your outfit is very sexy. I'm sure your husband will be very pleased when he see's you." She turned to the door. "I'm going to have you escorted into the bed chambers now." She nodded at the door on the opposite side of the room. "Mrs. Vargos, I hope you have a wonderful evening and memorable wedding night." she looked back as the two men who had entered the room. She nodded to them. "He's ready." Martin was seized on each arm and Leanne opened the door to the bedroom. Martin began to breath heavily. "It's time to consummate your marriage Mrs. Vargos" Leanne said and smiled. She looked to the security. "You can take him in now and prepare him." she said as she picked up a few items. Martin was pushed forcibly toward the room. "NOOOOOO!!" he yelled, as he struggled. Martin twisted his arms trying to pry himself free of the grip they had on him. He kicked at one of the men with his high heels, hitting him on the shin but they continued to move him toward the door. "STOP, DAMN IT!!" he yelled trying now to set on the floor so they couldn't get him to the door. He succeeded in getting on the floor as the men had to redo their grips as he was squirming too much now. Leanne was walking over and Martin knew she was going to cane him, but he didn't care anymore. To his surprise she walked right by him and opened the door to the bedroom. One of the men put a knee in Martins back, which caused his to grunt loudly. His hands were pulled behind him and secured behind his back. His legs were crossed at the ankles and were being tied together. "Let me go you bastards" he tried to look back at them. Martins ankle and wrist were then attached together, and Martin lay on the floor tightly hogtied. Each man put a hand on one of Martins calf's and one on his forearms. The lifted Martin off the floor and once again walked to the door with Martin cussing them out and throwing his head from side to side, but he could do nothing else. Yelling loud "NO's", Martin was carried into the bedroom, hogtied, wearing a white robe, and teddy and high heels. His head now hung toward the floor as he was taken to the bed. They stopped while Leanne checked his stockings and amazingly they were undamaged after all that scuffle. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 04 They put him down on the floor at the foot of the bed and separated his hands and ankles. Grabbing him again under the arms he was stood up. "Let me go Leanne." he shouted. His legs were moved against the brass bed footboard. His right ankle was being strapped to one of the brass cross pieces. He was gripped tightly and his legs spread and his left leg then secured likewise. When they had done this they stepped back a moment. The headboard had a large mirror imbedded in it and Martin was staring directly at his new feminine image. Two full length floor mirrors were brought up on each side and set in place. "You pervert." Martin snapped at one of the men. "Take another look in that mirror." the man said as he grinned while they fastened his wrist to the top brass rail of the footboard. They all stood back to make sure all was in order. "Are you all happy now?" Martin snapped at them looking at them in the mirror. "This is what you like huh? You like what you see?" he yelled at them. "It's not about us Mrs. Vargos, it's about what you and your husband enjoy." she looked at him and approached. Martin violently tugged at his restraints and squatted up and down, only becoming more frustrated as he did it. "I hate you You're a cunt. I hope you're happy with what you've done." he was yelling at Leanne, now as the two men left the room. "You're not going to stay and watch me get seeded?" he yelled as they left. "I'm sorry you feel this way Mrs. Vargos. Yes, I am very happy with what I've done with you and I think your husband will be pleased too." she looked at him. " I HAVE A COCK AND BALLS IN MY PANTS, NOT A PUSSY!!!" he screamed at her "I...AM...A... MAN!" "Well, yes and no." She continued, "Mrs. Vargos, I know you are male. Once again, you are in a same sex marriage, so being a male is normal. Second your penis is non functional, so I think it is no longer appropriate to say you have a cock and balls. A cock gets hard. You have a penis and testicles. Your appearance is not only appropriate in this situation, but will be very pleasing to your husband. So, I will leave you now. I will see you in the morning to prepare you for your day. Have a nice evening Mrs. Vargos." and she walked away. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! Let me go!" he looked around the room franticly. He stood secured to the end of the bed with his legs spread in 6" heels trying to think of how this might be anything other than what it appeared it was going to be. He couldn't leave the bed. He knew now, without a doubt that he was about to be used for pleasure by another man, under the pretense of marriage? His shiny red lips and false eyelashes catching his attention in the mirror as he stood alone in the room waiting, hoping the wait would last forever. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 05 The first night of "The Three Night of Consummation" has begun. Martin's situation heats up and moves quickly. If you are following this story leave a comment if possible so I can gage the flow of this tale. Thanks. * Martin looked about the room as he stood there bound to the foot rails of the bed. He looked at his reflection, taking in his looks for the first time. "What are they doing to me?" he thought looking at his image in the mirror. He was dressed as if he was in "desire" of all this, he thought. The mirrors positioned all around were very obviously placed there so the Baron could watch himself as events got underway. Martin looked away as the thought of it all repulsed him. Why was this being done to him? Nobody deserves this. His frustration building again he shouted out into the quiet room. "I didn't do anything to deserve this. Let me go." he yelled out to the empty room. He looked at his image as he breathed harder. He was exhausted from the scuffles with security. A movement caught Martin's eye and he swung his head around to see the Baron standing there across the room. He was wearing a satin, cobalt blue robe and a smile. He walked across the room as Martin looked at him trying to size up the situation. "You look beautiful tonight my love," the Baron said in his deep voice. "Oh....Thank you so much. Is it the straps on my ankles or the ones on my wrist you find so appealing darling," Martin mocked him. The Baron smiled. He looked Martin over without saying a word. Martin felt his eyes. It was like hands were touching him. As he walked over, Martin had to look over his shoulder to keep an eye on him. He felt the Baron's hand on his shoulder. Martin jerked his shoulder away from his hand. "Don't touch me," Martin spat out. "It's OK my little princess. You are with me now," he said as he reached around and undid the sash to Martin's robe pulling the robe open revealing the sexy little outfit Martin was wearing. The Baron pressed up against Martin's back running one of his hands up under Martin's bra and locating one of his nipples gently rolling it in his fingers. The other hand groped Martin's torso feeling the garter belt and rubbing Martins stomach. He even touched Martin's crotch which made Martin jump. "There now. Is that not nice my sweet?" the Baron hugged Martin tighter now pressing against him. "No! That's not better. Get off me you pervert," Martin wiggled, pulling at his restraints. "What's wrong Marcia? You are very tense tonight. I know you are nervous, I will ......." the Baron was interrupted. "Tense!!! Is that all I am here to you is tense?" Martin had raised his voice. "I'm beyond tense, you asshole. Your goons have dressed me up to look like some cum whore and chained me to a bed for your pleasure. Tense, is not the word. Who do you think I am Fay Rae, and you're King Kong. Let's get real here. AND LET ME GO!!." He saw the Baron back up a bit in the mirrors. He then opened his robe which revealed he was naked underneath it. He walked around to the side of the bed so Martin was looking directly at him. The Baron did not have an erection, but he was well hung. His cock hung straight down and his balls even more so. He was not circumcised and Martin turned away at the sight. "Look Baron," Martin said not looking at him. "I have no desire for you or any man. You are a man," he said a little too simply. "I like women. Girls...Females...Pussy. Get it? Not cock. I also don't wear women's clothes. I wear men's clothes like you do. I've been forced to dress like this. but you know that," Martin was lecturing in a mocking way again. "I'm not GAY! I don't want anything to do with this. We are not husband and wife or husband and husband, or whatever you want to call it. I just want to go home. We can stop right here. I'll not say a word about any of this, let's just stop before things get out of hand," Martin had made his case and he turned to the Baron for his reaction. The Baron was looking at Martin and had been slowly stroking his cock being stimulated by Martin's appearance and maybe even by his reluctance. It was partially erect now and Martin feared it's size. Not only the length, it was just too big. Martin looked at the Baron. "Haven't you heard anything I've been saying?" he raised his voice again. "Yes, I have my love. You are nervous. I understand. I will be as gentle as I can," he continued to stroke his cock into an erection. Martin said nothing and they both stood there waiting for the Baron's cock to become fully erect. Martin hated everybody at this point. He couldn't grasp how his dad could have thought this would be funny, even in the early stages of things. He tried to look resolute on this, but Leanne had done such a job on Martin's face that all it kept saying was "fuck me....please." The Baron approached Martin now with a hard on standing huge, and alone. Martin panicked as the Baron once again got behind him. Martin felt his panties being pulled down, and he tried to turn sideways to stop him. "NO! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" he glared at the Baron. While his false eyelashes and painted eyelids, and glossy red lips screamed "do it, take me anyway.". Martin's eyes were wild as he felt the Baron put his cock against his butt cheeks. He yelled as the Baron slid his cock, not up his ass, but between Martin's legs. Martin looked down and saw the huge cock protruding in front. Martin's testicles lay on top of it, and his own penis was touching the end of it. The Baron once again caressed Martin, going up under the bra again for Martin's nipples. The other hand took Martin's chin and turned and lifted his head. That Baron kissed Martin's neck as he stood there helpless. He began to suck on a spot on the front of Martin's neck. The sucking got harder ad was obvious now Martin was getting his second hickey from his husband. Martin jerked a few times while the hickey was being inflicted on his throat. A couple of bites for good measure. Martin's head was turned to face the Baron now. Being held firmly, Martin now with pleading eyes said. "Please don't do this to me," he felt weak and nauseous now. Martin felt the Baron now rubbing his large cock back and forth in his crotch, the head disappearing and reappearing in the front of him in a rhythmic manner. The Baron squeezed Martin's cheeks and kissed him deeply. "MMPPPFFFF!!!!" was the muffled cry of Martin as he was kissed. He found the kiss sickening, but his twisted nipple now cried in pain and absorbed all his attention. The rubbing against his inner crotch continued with Martin's husband becoming more and more aroused and physical. Martin tried unsuccessfully to pull back from the kiss that was now almost bruising to his lips. The twisting and kissing stopped at the same moment. Martin was breathing rapidly, gasping for breath. There was a short silence in the room, as the Baron pulled his cock from Martins crotch. Martin saw the huge cock now in the mirror. It was fully erect, standing hard and oozing from the tip. Martin tried to turn and look at him. His feet now hurting from standing in one spot for so long in 6" heels, he wiggled his toes in an attempt to create some circulation that he hoped would relieve some of the discomfort in his legs and feet. He watched in the mirror as the Baron stroked his cock. The Baron caught Martin's eye in the mirror and smiled. Martin turned away immediately at the sight. The Baron placed his hand on Martin's shoulder and Martin felt the pressure of being pushed over the foot rails of the bed. Martin resisted, but the push became aggressive and he was bent over the bed rail, his naked butt in the air, and defenseless. He tried again to stand up, but his face was pinned to the bed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?" Martin yelled out, though he knew what was happening. His eyes darted around unable to see what was going on. "Let me up," he growled. "Shhhhhh....It's Ok..." the Baron cooed. "IT'S NOT OK!! STOP THIS AND LET ME GO!!!" Martin screamed as loud and angrily as he could. Martin flipped his head over and in a mirror and he could see the Baron, with his cock in his hand looking at his butt now. Martin felt the the head touch the cheeks of his butt as the Baron wiggled it a bit to spread them. Then he felt the head touch his butthole. "NOOOO!!! Let me up damn it." A desperate plea now as Martin clinched his opening as tight as he could and yanked as his wrist bonds, throwing his head side to side. The Baron applied more pressure with his cock, working it in a circular motion on Martin's butthole, waiting for the moment Martin relaxed and his entry would occur. "GET OFF OF ME!! Martin strained to maintain his defenses. His red tipped fingers now trying to reach his bottom to help in his defense. The Baron continued the motion pushing even harder now. Tears were on Martin's face now. "Please.... don't do this...." he said as he had an emotional moment that caused his defenses to drop just a second. "I don't want to be fucked damn it. Please.....," and then......"AAAGGGHHH!!!!" A high pitched scream that echoed through the house as the head of the Baron's cock penetrated Martin's now helpless ass. This indeed would be a moment Martin would always remember. Martin flopped at the end of the bed against his bonds. The head of his husbands cock just inside his ass. Martin's initial scream was humiliating as it was high pitched and completely spontaneous. His eyes caught a glimpse of the large cock stuck between his butt cheeks in the mirror. The Baron stood still till Martin finally bent over and grunting but motionless. Then the Baron eased more pressure allowing his cock to enter another inch. Martin began jumping again screaming at the Baron. "TAKE IT OUT!!!......OWWWWW!!!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!! Martin yelled at each push. Regaining his breath, his face full of tears, he mumbled, "It's too big........Oh god.....it hurts!" Martin's makeup now running down his face, while his discomfort showed on his face. One of his grandmothers rhinestone earrings had come off one of his ears and was lying on the bed. Martin saw the Baron adjusting himself again. "STOP IT!...... No more......please NAHHHHH!!!!! AAGGHHHH!!!! as the Baron slid in another inch, and grabbing Martin's hips pushed in even farther. Martin felt as if the Barons cock was going through him and his butthole was now stretched wider than it had ever been during it's normal use. The Baron was a huge man. Martin's cries made no impression and he could no longer slow nor deter the penetration. The Baron's cock now in Martin's ass four inches was pressed in another two at Martin's pleadings for him to stop. "Oh god stop....." he cried. "OWWWW! IT'S TOO BIG....IT HURTS......STTOOPP!!!" Martin now had seven inches of his husband received,and he tried to look back at the Baron. The Baron pulled back the length he had already inserted and then pushed back. Martin's anger had him growling. The Baron pulled back and pushed in again harder this time. Martin yelled out as the Baron's hips made contact with Martin's butt cheeks. Martin grimaced and his red fingernails were on his butt cheeks, looking like he was trying to spread them, but he was actually trying to reach the intrusive beast that now was a full nine inches up his ass. The Baron grabbed Martin's hips with one hand and held him down in the middle of his back with the other and began to fuck Martin's ass slapping hard against Martin's cheeks. Martin's hair was now a mess and he laid his head down and gritted his teeth together. "You bastard," as he now had to accept that he was being fucked, and he could do nothing but stand there in his high heels bent over the bed and take it. "UHH....UHH...UHH..," were the rhythmic sounds that came from Martin's mouth as each thrust landed and recoiled. His hips hurt from being pounded against the rail so hard. "Barroonn.....please stop doing this." Though Martin knew it was futile, the words just came out as a natural response to his situation. "Oh my love, you are so beautiful tonight. I will fill you with my pleasure. You will be the envy of all the wives in your social." The Baron now breathing harder and fucking faster. Martin saw the Baron's head go back and he looked at the ceiling as he tightened up on Martin. "NO!!! Don't you do it....Don't you dare....HEY!!!" Martin yelled. "AAGGH!!" was all Martin said now as he was impaled harder than ever. He felt the Baron quiver, then....Martin felt a warm impact deep inside him. Then he felt it again. The Baron had unloaded his cum deep inside him. Martin began to sob as the Baron pulled his face to his to kiss him. "Just leave me alone," he cried as the Baron kissed him on his lips. He struggled only to try to get more comfortable as he was standing in these heels the longest time with a cock nine inches up his ass, and The Baron had him twisted around and kissing him. The Baron gently pulled his cock back then out as he kissed Martin. The suddenness of the removal caused a little gas to escape and Martin unceremoniously farted while being kissed. In a bizarre twist, as if everything here was normal, the Baron licked Martins cheek. Disgusted Martin said, "Are you done yet." in a mono-toned voice, staring straight ahead. "Yes my love we must rest." He pulled up a small chair for Martin to set in. Martin looked at him. "Are you going to let me go now?" he glared at him. "No my sweet. Set down here and relax," as the Baron pressed on his shoulder and Martin sat in the chair his ankles and wrist still attached to the rails of the footboard. The Baron got in the bed and propped himself up against the headboard and smiled Martin. "You are much more relaxed now," the Baron chimed and smiled. Martin was exhausted from the all the activity of the evening. He looked up at the Baron. "You were marvelous," the Baron added. Martin looked at him. Then he gave a slight smile. "Thank you sweetheart. I try to do my best to keep my ass nice and high while I'm tied to the end of the bed so your cock can fuck me in my asshole, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!" Martin stood up fist clenched. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?".......he glared. "I'm not your toy. I'm a man for god's sakes," Martin fumed "Look at me. You have to strap me down to dress me up like this. You have these goons escort me around so I can't run away. You have to TIE ME UP to fuck me. What does that tell you about how I feel about all this Baron? You call this marriage?" Martin rolled his eyes and set back down. "I know you find it difficult now. You will be glad we are married," he smiled. Martin just hung his head and rested it on the footboard. Martin had drifted off to sleep when he was suddenly awakened by the bed moving. The Baron had gotten up and was over at one of the mirrors. Martin looked to see what was up. That was the wrong thought as the Baron had another huge erection going, and he walked over to Martin. He lifted Martin up and he stood at the end of the bed again. The Baron moved the chair. Martin was shaking his head and whispering "No." as he stood . "I....I can't do this again. Baron,..... please," Martin said as he was pushed over the railing again. Martin felt the cock at his backdoor again. He looked back and........ "AAGGHH!" Martin screamed out again as he was entered a second time that evening. "See....You are doing much better this time." the Baron cooed. "SHUT UP!!!! JUST GET DONE AND TAKE IT OUT!" Martin grunted. The Baron fucked Martin longer and harder this time. Each time the Baron thrust forward Martin was literally pushed up on his toes, the heels of his shoes coming off the floor. The heels made a distinct click as he landed on each backstroke. This made a constant and steady rhythmic clicking sound in the room. Martin's ass pained from the long relentless pounding he was receiving this time. He finally pushed up and turned his head to the Baron. "Will you hurry up," he hissed, only to have the Baron push him back down over the rail. As Martin's head hit the bed he cried one last time in a defeated voice. "Stop........owwwwww." His struggles subsided and he lay sobbing as the Baron continued to exercise his husbandly rights. Once again tension and a steep escalation of everything happened as the Baron once again shot his semen in Martin. Martin screamed out again as before as the final push hurt the most. As before, Martin was pulled up straight, hugged, caressed and kissed before the large cock was removed. Martin felt cum running down the back of his testicles and inside his thighs to his stocking tops from the end of the Baron's cock. As the Baron caressed him, cum dripped from his cock landing on the top of Martin's foot and running down his instep, into his shoe. He was again seated in a chair at the end of the bed still bound. There was no attempt to clean up the cum that was now drying on his legs. A pillow was put on the rail so he could rest his head. It was late now and Martin was set in the chair again as the Baron turned out the light and went to sleep. Martin was awakened at 2:00AM. The Baron was setting up in the bed stroking himself again, looking at Martin. Martin looked at the erection. "Why?" Martin asked. The Baron smiled. "If you call me your wife, then listen to me. I don't want to do this again. It hurts me. What are you trying to prove anyway?" Martin stared at him. "It is a night of seeding. The first night. I show you how fertile I am. We will make love tomorrow, and forever." The Baron stood up and walked to Martin, his erection bobbing along as he walked. "You're fucking me in my ass Baron. Nothing to fertilize there. Can't you do this a different way?" Martin continued talking though the Barons cock was now between his cheeks. The Baron gently pushed Martin over the rail. "You bastard," Martin hissed as he was bent over again. "Owwwwww!!!!" Martin gasped as he was entered again. Martin's fingers gripping thr rails.The fucking was long and hard again. No sympathy or concerns for Martin's feelings. After all he was dressed for the part. Martin gritted his teeth through the process only to scream out again on the orgasmic thrust as they were much more powerful and painful. Martin said nothing, and stood motionless offering no resistance this time, as he was kissed, groped and put back in the chair. He was too exhausted. "Oh thank you my sweet. This has been a wonderful evening." the Baron crawled into the bed. Then as the Baron got up at 6:00AM he desired a quickie from the wife for the day. "I thought we were finished." Martin asked, groggy from off and on sleep. The Baron was quick this time. Martin hated him, as he had to endure one more butt fucking by his husband. The Baron put on his robe and left the room immediately after his orgasm. Martin sat in the chair head on his arm crying. He had been done four times over the night, in his ass by his husbands 9" cock. He couldn't think. It hurt so much. The violation was too great. His wedding night was over. Nothing made sense anymore. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 06 Chapter 06 Martin begins his journey into the strange world of marital traditions. The Three Days of Consummation have begun. Martin was startled awake as the curtains were opened and the sunlight hit the room. He was wrist still strapped to the bedrails, he was sitting in a chair with his head on a pillow on the rail. "Good morning Mrs. Vargos. I trust your wedding night was blissful?" It was Leanne. She was busy about the room as she spoke to him. He squinted as the sun brightened the room. He lay his head back down and ignored her. "Time to get up Mrs. Vargos. You have a busy day today. We have to get you prettied up and dressed. Your mother is coming to see you this morning. And what a beautiful day in the garden it is." Leanne looked at him again."Get up! We must get started," she now shook Martin's shoulder. "Fuck off. I'm tied to the damned bed," he said half mumbling his words. Martin yelped as Leanne pulled his head up by his hair. "Oh no you don't, " she said undoing the wrist restraints. "We've got much to do." After releasing his hands, she told him to bend over and undo his own ankle straps. Martin bent to release his ankles from the bedrails. His butt was so raw and tender. He winced as he bent over to undo the straps. The site of his legs encased in white stockings, and the peeptoe high heels with his red toenails straining to get out of the shoes, brought back all the reality of the previous day. His feet and toes ached from being perched in such high heels overnight. "OK, Stand up and let's get you undressed," she said pulling the nightie over his head. He pulled off his heels, per her instructions and he then removed his garter belt and stockings with the dried semen on them. "Turn around," she motioned and she removed his bra for him. The impression of the bra straps was left under his arm and around his back as she removed it. . "That's good," she said looking at Martin standing there naked, hair a teased up mess, makeup smeared, and his nails all painted red. "I'm assuming you need to go to the bathroom first," she smiled as she showed him the way. "I can go by myself, thank you," he said as he tried to walk past her. "No ma'am. You can't. I will go with you to make sure everything is taken care of," she smiled. "It's OK Mrs. Vargos. I'll only be a bystander." "Get away from me," he hissed. Leanne grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the large window looking out over the back of the estate. "See that quaint little cottage out there?" she pointed to a small 10x15 building about 200' from the house. "See it? All the pretty flowers around it?" she asked again more pointed. "Yeah. What about it," he said trying to focus his eyes. "That Mrs. Vargos is the equivalent of your wood shed," she said looking at him. "That is where you are to be "Persuaded" if it comes to that," she paused so he could take it in. "You don't want me to take you out there, " she lectured him. "You will cooperate with what I say," she looked out at the shed with him. "Like hell I will," as he pulled away from her. "Let me explain it to you just this once Mrs. Vargos. All I need is for you to cooperate with me. I am a woman and I can't manhandle you. I just want to do my job." She looked at him. "Understand? If I say you need to be disciplined....You will be disciplined. If security is needed to drag you to the shed or secure you once there, five strokes will automatically be added," She smiled. "Now Mrs. Vargos, you may object to anything I do. You can cuss, scream, even call me names, though I would hope you wouldn't, as long as you sit still and let me do what I must do," She looked at him as he stared out the window. Leanne walked over to the nightstand and picked a board that was leaning next to it. It was 3" wide and 1/2" thick. It was 24" long over all. The board was painted a bright lacquered pink, and the name Marcia, in large letters was engraved down it's length on one side. Martin was stunned at the willingness to use force of this type just to make him cooperate with their little project. He stood there completely naked becoming more and more distressed. "I'm really tired Leanne. If I could just go to the bathroom and then get a little sleep....." "NO. Over here to the end of the bed. Hands on the rail and bend over and put your chest on the rail." she walked over herself. Martin moved toward the bed defensively asking, "What have I done now?" He acted insulted but continued. "I will do it," he said like nothing was out of the norm. "Hands on the rail ma'am." Leanne nodded as Martin gripped the rail and slowly bent trying to look back at her as he did as she pushed him down. "Mrs. Vargos, I have decided to give you a taste of the paddle so you will know what awaits you when you resist me. The cane is not used when the Baron is around as it leaves marks. The paddle is the main instrument, that will........" Martin interrupted, "Just shut up. I don't need a history on how my ass is to be beaten you Bitch," he said as he turned away. "SMACK!!!!!" Leaanne had pulled the paddle back and hit Martin almost as hard as she could. "OWWWWW!!!!!" Martin went right to his knees grabbing his ass with both hands. "You CUNT!" He grimaced from the intense stinging and burning sensations now in his butt cheeks. "That hurt. I hope your enjoying your sick game," he hissed at her. "Now, Stand up," she said. Martin grabbed the rail to pull himself to his feet. "That was just one. I promise you no less than ten, if we go to the shed. Understand now?" She held out a pair of pink 4" spike heel pumps. "Put these on," she said as he took them. Martin raised his foot up and slipped one of the heels on then the other. "So is this how your husband dresses for you on those romantic nights in your house? You have him wear high heels?" he said using a degrading tone. "No Mrs. Vargos. My husband doesn't wear women's clothes," is all Leanne said to his remark. She pointed at the treadmill. "Time to do your morning walk ma'am." Martin looked caught off guard. "I thought I was going to the bathroom first?" he looked at her. "I've changed my mind," she pointed the paddle at the treadmill. "Get on." "You're sick," Martin sneered at her as he stepped up on the treadmill. Martin stood there naked in his pink high heels. "Arms straight down at your side. That's it. Palms facing the floor. Fingers straight out, spread your fingers." Leanne posed herself how she wanted him. "Now one foot directly in front of the other as you walk, like this," as she pranced in a small circle in front of him. Leanne turned the machine on and it slowly put Martin to a slow gait. "KEEP THOSE ARMS STRAIGHT," she yelled. Martin looked at her. "Bite me," he scowled. "See this?" she said holding up a large black butt plug. "This is part of a reward system for the treadmill." she grinned. "Why would I want that for a reward. You're nuts. You really think I want that up my ass. Fuck off," he gasped as he pranced even more. "You don't understand how it works. If I have to, I will put this in your ass Mrs. Vargos. You will then walk properly, the way I say, and for as long as I say. The reward will be, when you have completed your walk, to my satisfaction, the plug will then be removed. Not a second before." she smiled. "Now, put those feet in front of each other as you walk. DO IT!! she snapped. "Point those toes as you step," she insisted. He glared at her, his anger showing. He hissed at her, "Suck my dick," he hissed again. "Oh my! Mrs. Vargos, I can't do that, You're a married man," she smiled as she accelerated the pace. Martin was moving his arms frantically back and forth to keep his balance in the high heels. Martin's anger subsided into humiliation as the full length mirror that was attached to the treadmill directly in front of him showed a desperate young man, wearing pink high heels, completely naked, his dick flopping as he hustled his walk. His red fingernails out to his side made for quite the image. Martin continued the walk, his feet aching in the high heels. His shins burning from being perched up on his toes. And most of all he was now sweating and breathing heavily. "Leanne..... Slow this down. I can't do this." he gasped. "You're fine Mrs. Vargos. Keep walking." She was getting things together for Martin's hair. Martin's walk had a slight swing in the hips to it now, as he pointed his toes as he stepped letting his hips loose to keep his balance. "Move your shoulders a little with your arms, " she encouraged him. "That's it. Now. That's so much nicer. See how easy it is to keep that plug out of your ass," she said as she turned the speed up a little more. Tears of frustration ran down Martin's face. "Is everything OK Mrs. Vargos?" she asked seeing the tears, holding the butt plug so he could see it. "Slow it down Leanne...........it's too fast." he whispered trying not to burst out crying. "You look very sweet walking like that Mrs. Vargos. I think it's a nice pace for you. Keep your head up," she coached him. "That's it. OK dear, another 10 minutes and we'll get you off that thing for today." Leanne stepped out of the room for a moment. All Martin wanted to do was set down when the treadmill stopped. His legs ached from the walk in the high heels. He was breathing heavily as he was taken to the bathroom. Leanne turned him around with his back to the toilet. "Well? Sit down," she said pushing down on his shoulder as he sat on the toilet seat. Leanne was messing with his hair while he sat there not able to pee. "I can't pee with you standing there," he said "Get over it Mrs. Vargos," she said taking a couple of bobbi pins out of his hair, from the night before out of his hair. "C'mon. Just give me a minute," he insisted. Leanne looked at him. "Can't pee with me in here?" she said obviously losing her temper a bit. She had grabbed his ankle and spread his feet apart, leaving each high heeled foot flat on the floor. She then took his penis and stuck it between his legs into the toilet. He flinched at her touching him so abruptly. She then pushed his knees together and made him stick his arms straight out and rest his hands on his knees. She cupped his chin and raised his face to look at her. "Now you set there just like that. Don't you dare move." She snapped his head back when he tried to look away. "Look at me. I want to hear you peeing in that toilet." she glared at him now. "Anytime," she said as she turned the water on in the sink. The sound of running water made the urge to pee stronger. "Mrs. Vargos. If we are going to have this problem every day with you using the bathroom, I swear I will put you in a diaper, and we will bypass the bathroom for you all together. Understand?" she was agitated with him for sure. "Now, look at me." Martin did with an attitude of his own. "It's time for your morning tinkle," she said smiling. There was a stare off that lasted a couple of minutes, then Martin slowly lowered his eyes as the sound of him peeing into the toilet now filled the room. He was physically relieved, but so humiliated being made to pose like some bimbo taking her morning tinkle. Martin was required to pat dry his penis with toilet paper. He looked at her. "Are you happy now?" He said sarcastically at her. "Yes. We will have a couple of assistants help with your bathing needs Mrs. Vargos. I will shampoo your hair and get you set in curlers first." she said leading him from the bathroom. "Oh great. I can't wait." he said following her a little reluctant. Martin was led back to the room with the styling chair. The straps hanging limp waiting for him to be seated. Leanne shampooed Martins hair and wrapped a towel around his head before leading him back to the chair. Martin was still naked wearing the pink heels as he took a seat. Leanne pulled a strap around his waist and buckled it behind the chair. "What's the deal. You afraid I'll fall out of the chair?" He watched her fastening the straps. "Do you have to strap me in this damn chair every time?" he said while she strapped his legs and arms to the chair. "You have to be strapped in the chair Mrs. Vargos," she said putting a plastic cape around his neck and taking the towel off his head. He tried to turn his head against her, but she grabbed his hair and yanked his head back straight ahead. "Oww! You work for me. Stop being so rough." he spat out. "I'm sorry Mrs. Vargos. I'll try to be more gentle with you," she said smiling at him in the mirror. She turned the chair around and began winding rollers in Martin's hair. "What's with this roller thing? You going to roll my hair every day?" he asked as rollers were being wound tight on his head and pinned. "Yes ma'am. Everyday. Your hair must look it's best for social functions and foundations you will be working with. So, yes for the most part we will do this each day," she said as she pinned another of the brush rollers in his hair. He looked at the pink high heels he was still wearing, as the back of his head was set in rollers. "When the Baron is out of town on business, we will have a little more time for hair prep. Most of your social events will be luncheons, so you will be done by 2:00 on most days. I can shampoo and set your hair in curlers before I go home, and it will be ready to be styled in the morning when I get here," she was rolling the sides now. "You plan on leaving me with curlers in my hair overnight? You expect me to sleep in these things? C'mon Leanne! That's 14 hours a day in curlers. Get real!" he looked up in the mirror, but she kept on working. "That's right. It's a lot, but until you are able, and willing to set your own hair in curlers at night just before bed, you will have to endure the extra time in curlers that results from me doing it." She patted his head. "There.......done." She placed her hand on his forehead and pushed his head back till he was looking at the ceiling. "Now just relax." she said as she dipped her fingers into a jar of cold cream and began spreading it on his cheeks. She applied the cold cream heavily over his entire face. He looked at himself in the mirror. His face a solid mass of white cold cream with the eyes and lips the only real visible features on his face, and his hair in curlers. "What are you doing?" he asked as he watched her put away the cream and wash her hands. "I'm about to call in the two assistants in to bathe you. They are not allowed to see your face during the consummation period. I thought the cold cream would be more comfortable for you than putting a pillow case over your head and taping it. Besides, I think cold cream works just fine," she said removing a bit of cream off his ear with her finger. He looked away. "I guess bathing myself is out of the question since I can't even piss by myself." he huffed. Leanne gave a little chuckle. "Just for the consummation Mrs. Vargos. After that you may bathe alone or with your husband, however you want." "Stop saying that," he said with anger. "Don't call that man my husband. OK!" he looked up at her through the cold cream. "I'm not his wife. I'm a man being held against my will. You are forcing all this on me, and I don't like it." he hung his head as he shook it back and forth. She bent over and removed the pink heels he had used for his walk. "Can't be seen wearing any color yet either," she grinned as she put the shoes away. "I'll bring them in now." Leanne went to the door and opened it. "You may come in now," she said. A young man and woman entered the room. They were both younger than Martin, seemed to be in early twenties. They seemed to know their job as they went straight to the tub and ran the water. Martin was unstrapped from the chair by Leanne and he stood up. Leanne removed his cape leaving him once again naked in the room. He was taken to the tub where he was asked to step into the water. Martin glared at the two that were waiting for him He stepped in and stood in the tub. He was sponged down by the pair and made to hold his arms out and spread his legs. The man was soaping Martin's legs as the girl did his arms, shoulder, and back. As Leanne watched for a moment, Martin jumped as the young mans hands attempted to soap Martin's crotch. "What do you think you're doing?" Martin looked at him. "I'm sorry ma'am, just doing your bath. Did I hurt you?" he asked. "Let her do that," he nodded at the girl. "Mrs. Vargos!" Leanne chimed in. "Let him do his job." "I don't need a guy handling my dick," he said, his cold creamed face looking at her. "He's washing you. Stand still. We don't have all day here," she gave him a look. The young man again approached Martin's hairless crotch with a bar of soap and rubbed between his legs, under his testicles and finally around Martin's penis. Martin stared at him trying to make him feel uneasy, but using his hands he had Martin's penis and testicles soaped up and was stroking on the limp thing to get it clean. "You enjoying yourself you little faggot?" Martin spit out. "Mrs. Vargos! That is not appropriate, and is uncalled for," Leanne scolded him. "You want that bar of soap in your mouth when he's done?" "He's playing with my dick." he was angry. "He's bathing you." she insisted. "Looks like he has soaped it up and is jerking me off." "Mrs. Vargos. That's enough. You can't be jerked off, you aren't capable of an erection. I assure you this is for your personal hygiene purposes only." She stared him down. Leanne turned her back to do a few things. "You bastard!" Martin said under his breath as the young man held Martin's dick up and rapidly stroked his large, limp, dick and massaged his balls as if he was trying to masturbate him. Both he and the girl giggled as he continued till she finished soaping Martin's body. "Fuck you both!" Martin said as he just stood there and allowed them to have their fun. Martin jumped when the guy soaped between his butt cheeks, but he just stared off again. Martin felt deeply humiliated as the dried cum was being witnessed and cleaned form his butt cheeks. Martin was now all soaped up. Each assistant took an arm and helped Martin to sit in the tub. Martin laid back and tried to relax, but he was too tense. They brought in the dress he was to wear on a rolling rack. It was all white of course, as he was not yet allowed to wear any color, everything was still white except for his nails. His undergarments and then the mask was brought in and set on the vanity. It was on a Styrofoam head. Martin stared at it from the tub. Leanne looked the garments over as Martin was sponged by the two assistants. He tried to ignore them, like they didn't exist, but he couldn't help making eye contact off and on with them. They had pleasant smiles on their faces as they worked. He hated them already. "Ok Mrs. Vargos. Please stand and step out of the tub." Leanne wrapped a towel around him and took him back to the chair. "I'll call you two back when the mask is in place. Thank you so much," she said to her assistants. "Ma'am, have a seat." Leanne held out her hand. She removed his towel just before he was seated. Martin sat down and once again the straps were fastened on the chair. Leanne cleaned the cold cream off his face and quickly lathered his face with shaving cream. "Be very still now." she said. She took a straight razor and shaved Martins face. Martin was very nervous during the shave, his red painted toes curling under each time the razor pulled across his face and throat, only to relax again as she wiped the blade. "We're almost done Mrs. Vargos. I just want to do the back of your neck right quick." Leanne lathered and shaved the back of his neck. She pulled the razor across the the dark brown spots on his neck. Hickeys, courtesy the Baron. Leanne smiled to herself as she looked at them. Martin didn't notice. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 06 "There we go. Now let's get you under the dryer, so that hair can dry." Leanne once again worked the elastic from the hood over Martin's curlers. It was tight around the perimeter of his set, and the hood with nice pink flowers puffed right up giving his head a mushroom like look as it inflated. "Leanne. Can you put a cape over me or give me something to cover up with?" Martin asked Leanne as he sat there naked, strapped in the chair. "No Mrs. Vargos, your fine just like you are." The dryer was hot as it blew on his head. He watched as Leanne fluffed out the dress he was going to be wearing. "Why?" he asked her "Why what?" "Why are you going to make me wear a dress like that? That looks like something from Alice in Wonderland. Even a girl would look silly wearing that." He watched her pull the hem. "Yes, it is beautiful isn't it. I think it is very appropriate for your garden appointment with your mother," she smiled. The dress had puffed shoulders and was well endowed with lace and beads on the bodice. A large white sash with a large bow on one side. The skirt would be just above the knee. She looked at the dress as if pondering a point. "I think this dress would look very pretty worn with a petticoat. What do you think Mrs. Vargos? Hmmm? A petticoat for the garden today?" She smiled and looked at him. "Oh yes Leanne, I was just thinking the same thing darling," he said in a high falsetto voice mocking her question. "Please do, I would just love to have a petticoat ......SO I CAN STICK IT UP YOUR ASS!!!!" he yelled, jerking at his restraints once again. It was useless, and tiring. Leanne just looked calmly back at him. "OK then, You will wear a petticoat then." She then layed out his underwear. He hated the idea of wearing women's underwear. It just wasn't right at all in his mind. Yet there it was laying on the counter waiting for him. A longline bullet bra, with D-cups and a open bottom girdle. Leanne stepped into a closet and produced a white petticoat, which was added to the ensemble. After 45 minutes Leanne checked his hair and it was now dry. Having removed the dryer, Leanne let him sit for a few minutes before getting started. "Let's get that dress on you first. Then we'll do your hair last." Martin was unfastened again and stood next to a small stool. Leanne handed him his panties, white and laced heavily around the legs. Martin put them on quickly. He had now made up his mind to just hurry up and get to the garden so he could see Missy. She would have news about the annulment. He stepped into the girdle and slid it up over his thighs and to his waist. The girdle was mid thigh in length and squeezed the legs together slightly. Leanne zipped the girdle behind him. She handed him the bra and he allowed it to be pulled up his arms to his chest. Leanne once again fastened it behind his back. Leanne looked at him with a slight smile as she padded the D-cups fully and emphasized the pointed cups of the bullet bra. She had Martin take a seat on the stool and she worked up sheer white stockings on each leg, fastening them to the garters on his girdle. Martin just looked away showing little interest in the dressing process. Leanne knelt in front of him and produced a pair of 6" white open toe pumps. A large white bow on each toe of the shoe where Martins red toenails would emerge for public display. "You like these shoes Mrs. Vargos?" she said as she slid the shoes on his feet. "Yeah, there fine," he said not looking. "The Baron will like the way your red toes look with these bows," she smiled. "He really likes your feet." Martin looked at her. "I don't care what he likes. I'm not here to entertain his perverse desires. I want out of here. I'm getting this thing annulled and I'm leaving. You can paint his toenails if he likes it so much," he spat as he stood up at her instruction. "Of course Mrs. Vargos. I understand. The likes and dislikes of men can be difficult." she removed the dress from the dress form. "I am NOT going to indulge in this man's twisted fetish desires. He can kiss my ass." Martin was angry. "Of course you're not," Leanne said, smiling as she lowered the dress for him to step into. They looked at each other for a moment. He had a challenging look on his face. She had a "well?" look back at him. Martin tightened his jaw and hissed "bitch" under his breath and stepped into the dress one heel at a time. The dress was quickly pulled up and zipped. The petticoat was offered to him. "I'm not wearing that thing," he said in a tight jawed way, daring her in a way about the petticoat. "Oh, but Mrs. Vargos, we simply must wear a petticoat under this dress, you'll feel soooo much more girly." she said in a high falsetto voice, mocking his earlier tirade. She then firmly held out the petticoat to him and said, "Here. Put it on," in her normal stern way. The dress flared out nicely over the petticoat. As Leanne looked him over she adjusted the bow on the sash and straightened the elastic of sheer sleeves at his wrist. "The Baron will find you very beautiful," she said. "Now Mrs. Vargos, please have a seat in the styling chair. We need to put the 'Bliss Mask' on you now." Leanne prepared things as Martin sat down in his dress. She brought the mask over and Martin got a good look at it for the first time. It looked as if it were made of porcelain, but it was actually a light weight plastic. The image on the mask was beautiful. A woman's face. Seductive red lips, cooing with a slight pucker. The eyes were dreamy and the lids were half shut, as if in a state of desire. The mask was designed to fit to the hairline, ear to ear, and to encase the chin and lower jaw. When fitted it would cover the entire face, with an artificial painted face of a beautiful woman who appears to be on the verge of an orgasm. This would be the constant image Martin would present to the public the next two days, as his own face was not to be looked upon. Martin said nothing as the rollers were removed from his hair. Leanne worked and teased his hair, leaving unusual parts in his hair pinned open. Ear to ear his hair was parted around the back of his head. Over the top of his head also. He was getting uneasy as the time approached for the mask to be put on his face. No makeup would be needed today. "Just a precaution ma'am." Leanne said strapping Martin's wrist to the chair. She picked up the mask and turned to Martin. "It's time" she said in a softer, sympathetic voice. "Why do I have to do this?" he whispered as the mask approached his face. "You know why Mrs. Vargos. Now try and relax while I put this on." She put her hand on the back of his head at the base of his neck, and brought the mask to his face. Martin's lips trembled as the mask touched first his chin. She made sure his chin was firmly in the mask and the raised it to his face. "Uh........" Martin grunted in a soft high pitch of apprehension. "Shhhhh.........It's OK." Leanne reassured him as she pressed the mask tightly against his face. A strap on the side of the mask was pulled around through the part in his hair and fastened tightly. "Awww......." Escaped Martin's lips as the other straps were also fastened around his head. Leanne adjusted the mask and straps till she was satisfied with the look. She then unpinned the hair were she had parted it for the straps to go. She began to tease his hair again and sprayed it. His bouffant was flawless. The straps were now gone under the teased and styled hair. "Mrs. Vargos. The mask is a tradition of The Three Nights of Consummation. Your face is not to be seen by the public till you are presented formally at the banquet. This mask also is a symbol to all that your husbands rights are being exercised and you, his bride are accepting them. It may come off after your public obligations are over today. She held Martin's head up. "So this mask is to let everyone who looks at me know that I'm being fucked in the ass, and that I like it," he said his voice a bit muted by the mask. "Well, if you wish to put it that way. Yes," she said. "That, and the fact you are still dressed all in white, they will know it's your marriage consummation period," she added. "On your anniversaries you will wear the mask again, that will be one day only, but you may wear any color clothes you wish with the mask," she added. Martin's hands clenched into fist and he hit the arms of the chair as much as his restraints allowed. The frustration of it. The degradation, that nobody cared about. He was being "PROCESSED" as far as he was concerned. He felt like he was being used as some kind of toy for this guys strange fetish desires. But why would he be presented to the public so openly if he wasn't really being groomed as a wife? Why does the public have to see him like this? Martin needed to see Missy and quick. He couldn't do this anymore. He hoped she had the papers ready for the annulment. He'd wanted to face the Baron man to man, at least himself dressed as one, and see the look on his face as he walked away from him. "Mrs. Vargos," Martin's thoughts were interrupted. "Your mother is here in the garden, and the Baron is ready to escort you out." Martin stood and looked in the mirror. The only emotion now that he felt was shame. The image he now saw was just too much. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, despair and humiliation, overwhelmed him. Leanne lifted his chin and fastened a large white bow and flowing ribbon to the back of his hair as he watched in the mirror. "The Baron is ready for you Mrs. Vargos. Have a lovely time with your mother." Leanne patted his hair again and lead him to the door. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 07 First off I'd like to thank all those who have supported this little tale of forced femdom. Even though there are ten more chapters of this story, I may rest posting this tale for awhile after this episode. 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. 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 18" away, as long as the other hand went to his body for extra slack in the chain. "Of course I do. What a lovely choice of jewelry. 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 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 form the Baron's admiring grip and stared at him through the mask. "You mean 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 mask only to have the chain stop him. "Yes. It was a very pleasant 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," he said staring back. The Baron chuckled. "My love. I will see your beautiful face again before any others." He took Martin's hand and pulled him along as he walked. "You know, your mother is waiting in the garden," he said. "She's 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 together making longer steps more difficult. At times he was even running in his 6"high heels just to keep up. The quick gait gave the appearance that Martin was eager to get somewhere with the Baron. Martin saw Missy stand up as they approached. She was grinning and then lifted her hands to cover her mouth and laughed out loud watching Martin approach with the Baron. Missy held her hand out and the Baron kissed it. "Nice to see you again Baron." She then looked to Martin. "Aww.....Mrs. Vargos. How nice to see you this morning. You look priceless in that dress." A peep of laughter escaped Missy and she looked back to the Baron again, to suppress the urge. "He looks so beautiful and happy Baron. He's so lucky to have you," she giggled again as she looked back at Martin. "Thank you Mrs. Hastings. I'm the lucky one I assure you." He gave a slight bow, "I will leave you two for awhile so you may chat." The Baron turned and left Martin and Missy standing there. "What the hell was all that about?" Martin said through the mask. "He's so lucky to have you," he said in a mocking tone. "What did you expect me to say Martin? Hi guys? The situation is what it is. 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. Missy then smiled and appraised Martin's appearance. Slowly circling and admiring Martin. 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. "Oh my god Martin," she gushed, pulling his skirt out, looking at his legs from the side. "What have they done to you? You're wearing a petticoat?" she grinned and looked up at him. "Oh, and the bows you are wearing are sooo......cute!" she giggled "Especially that one in your hair." "Shut up Missy! You know what's going on here, and stop laughing at me." He was getting angry 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. How are you today? It's so nice to see you. Do you have any news for me?" Missy said to his rude greeting. "Don't you have any manners Martin? If you can't 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, and you want me to be your son? Seem a bit odd at all to you?" he was getting aggressive again. "Well I see the conflict Martin." She thought a second. "Would it be less of an oddity for you if you were treated like the Baron's wife and my daughter....Marcia? See, that way you only have to worry about being a girl, and not my son," she asked looking him over again and raised an eyebrow. Then she grinned. The mask stared 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," his frustration showing "OK Martin. I won't call you Marcia. I know it isn't easy for you being here, but I am your mother. I feel a little more appreciation 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 this? Calling someone Mother who is younger than me," he sounded a little choked up. "How do you think I feel Martin? My son is married to a man. I mean look at you," she put both hands out for emphasis, "My son is standing in front of me wearing a dress and high heels. My son 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, I have no problems with you staying married just the way you are. You can call me Missy if you like then," she seemed a little upset now. "Well?" "Missy...." "Martin!! Are you my son or not?" she snapped. "Yes," he said. "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 mask has to stay on for now. What I have found out so far, is unfortunately, you are not a prisoner here. The marriage is legal and binding. You are married to the Baron, and as such you can't just leave," she was getting papers out of her purse. "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 and all 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 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 anything like that. They can't make me!" Martin clenched his fist in his denial. "Settle down Martin," she said in a controlled voice. "The mask denotes the consummation has started. I was just asking to make sure because it makes a difference in the annulment process." She looked to him and asked. "Did you somehow avoid the first night? I mean, giving head is not considered a consummation, and if that's all you did then..........' "NO!!! I didn't give head!! That's sick," he walked around his heels clicking as his eyes began to tear up behind the mask in frustration. He needed those papers done, but it was so degrading to have to tell her he had actually started the consummation. 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 tell me. What happened. Help me to help you," she said. "It was horrible. I was not part of it, Mother," his voice indicated tears were flowing behind the mask. "I was......was tied standing at the end of the bed to the bedrails. He bent me over the rail. I couldn't stop him. I tried. They made me submit to it." 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 he 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 important," she stated. "Why do I have to say it?" he shook his head. "Because, by wearing the mask, it says you and the Baron had sex together. The mask tells everyone who see's you that you have been seeded, 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." he said softly. Missy patted his arm. "It's OK Martin. I know how painful and degrading being forced to have sex in your ass can be. Your father use to force me to have anal sex on a regular basis. I hated it," she said rubbing his neck and looking at 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." He pulled away at her insinuation that her experience in some way equated to his. "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 in it than yours is?" she snapped at him. "No....I," he stammered "Shut up Martin! Let me tell you something young man. I had to endure your dad's little fantasies and 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, and it hurts a lot, but I was butt fucked regularly by your dad regardless and I cried every single time. 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 girl and," he paused "Mother, I'm so humiliated and I'm frustrated that nobody seems to care that this isn't normal. I want to get out of here and go home," he shook his head. "There are humiliating things we all must endure Martin. My hair was done by a woman your dad hired. I was never allowed to have any real opinions on my looks. The color and styles of my hair were just done for me, without consultation, while I just sat there. I was only told when to show up for an appointment. You really think a girl my age liked wearing those big, extreme hairdo's I wore? Those long, god awful, gaudy red fingernails? I was required to wear them Martin." She was on a roll now venting many of her untold frustrations on Martin. "I didn't want breast implants either. Your dad just scheduled it like he would a hair appointment. He thought they'd look nice on me," She sneered as she said it. "I was restrained in a chair when my nipples were pierced. I was scared, and nobody cared what my opinion might be on how MY NIPPLES should look. So, I know a little about this type thing Martin. Just because you have a dick between your legs doesn't make you are any more violated or this is anymore of an injustice." 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 consideration from you next time." 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 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 feminine things. Yes, a bit extreme, even bimbolike 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 feminine things. Embarrassed is not a strong enough word to describe the feelings. Degraded, 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. "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 want more. No. There has to be another way," he sighed. "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, 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 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 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. 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." 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. Just open up your mouth wide and put his dick in 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 him 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 receive it. 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. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 07 "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 his cock and rub his balls, just like you would like a pretty young woman 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 by taking my advise," she continued, "You will want to suck his dick, and suck it a lot. Remember if he cums in your mouth, that's your butthole saved one long, hard pounding. He may stop you before that and insist on taking you from behind, but at least he will cum quicker, 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, everybody else is going to think you gave him head anyway, so no matter what you two do, your public image is going to be the same. So save your ass 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. "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 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." She kissed the mask and walked him back to the house. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 08 Our Tale continues. Martin is not sure of all the why's. He is beginning to understand the realities though. The Tale continues to twist it's way through logical answers to unreal questions and expectations. Things are subtly changing............Hmmm * Martin didn't want Missy to leave. The realities of his situation were now too much. He reluctantly signed the papers and Missy promised to get back to him on the annulment as soon as she could. She led him back to the house reassuring him along the way. "Mother......I don't want to go back in that house," he kept telling her as they walked up the sidewalk to the door. His dress swaying as he walked in the heels struggling to keep up. "There's got to be an easier way out of this. Take me with you, now!" he insisted. When they got the door, Missy adjusted the large bow on his sash, and then the one in his hair. He was still dressed all in white and dressed in such an innocent manner. "Be strong Martin," she said. "I promise you, we can get this all taken care of, and soon." She then kissed him on the neck softly. Missy walked away leaving him standing there, alone. Martin looked back over his shoulder at her as she walked away. He turned as he heard the door open. "Have a nice visit with your mother Mrs. Vargos?" Leanne asked as she took his elbow and led him back in the house. Leanne checked him over quickly pulling on the hem of his dress, smoothing the skirt of his dress and patting his hair with her palms. "Yeah, it was fine," he said. "I'm back in the house now. Take this stupid thing off my face," he said in an even unemotional tone. "I'm sorry ma'am, the mask must stay on for now." Martin turned his head in frustration. "Did your mother comment on how pretty you looked today?" Leanne asked with a smile. "After all, she is the one that requested you wear a petticoat and have bows in your hair for your little garden get together today." She smiled as Martin's eyes met hers. "Did she like it?" she asked as she fluffed his sash bow. "My mother asked you to do this?" he sounded surprised......and pissed "She asked you to put a bow in my hair?" he glared at her through the mask. "And the petticoat. Yes ma'am," she said as she stood back and admired his appearance now. "That bitch. Does she have anymore plans for me that I should know about? Tell me Leanne. Why did she say she wanted me wearing a petticoat? Just so she could get a good laugh probably." He turned away recalling how she had laughed at his appearance as he approached in the garden. "I don't know Mrs. Vargos. I didn't ask her. I suppose she felt you would enjoy being in pretty petticoats and bows for the afternoon," she said as she motioned for him to go ahead of her into the study. As they walked his mind raced with questions and contradictions. Why did Missy request he be dressed in such sissy things if she was really trying to help him get out of here? She had to know how humiliating it was for him to be dressed like this. Adding those bows and a petticoat just made it worse, even here in this place. He became even more concerned about those papers he had signed now. Was there a twist that he had missed in signing those papers? He didn't trust her. Not at all. She had convinced him she was helping him, but now he knew she was just having fun at his expense. As they entered the Drawing Room, Martin hesitated. Two of the security assistance were there waiting for him. One was the man Martin had dealt with earlier, and the other was a woman Martin recognized from his preparations before the wedding ceremony. "What's going on here Leanne?" he asked as she urged him forward. "What are these two goons doing here?" Martin now knew whenever he saw them around, that he wasn't going to be real happy about what came next. The two took Martin by his arms and pulled him to one of the chairs in the room. Leanne patted him on the back and turned to leave without saying a word. Martin looked over his shoulder to her. "Leanne! What's going on?" Panic set in as he struggled. "What are they going to do?" All kinds of things ran through Martin's mind as he was handled firmly. Martin was bent over the back of the chair. His dressed flipped up in the back. "What are you doing?" Martin yelled. "Let me up!" Martin felt his stocking being detached from the garters and his open bottom girdle rolled up over his butt. His panties were pulled down. "Stop it," he growled, but the woman ignored his appeals and continued her work as the man held Martin over the chair. She put on a surgical glove and lubricated a finger and slowly worked into Martin's ass as he fought back. Were they preparing him for some kind of afternoon delight with the Baron? His mind was moving too fast, but all he could think of now was getting her finger out of his ass. "What are you doing?" he hissed looking back at her. The woman said "OK, I'm ready." and she took a rather large object from table. It was two foot in length with a rubber penis on the end of a two inch diameter chrome pole. "Oh know you don't," Martin said as he kicked at the woman with his heels. She parted his cheeks and he soon felt the pressure of the rubber penis at his new love hole and was unable to resist it's entry for very long. He felt his butthole began to expand to accept the lubricated device, though he desperately tried to squeeze tighter. As it entered Martin felt pain as it worked it's way inside him widening the path as it intruded into his rectum. "AGGGHHHHH!!!!" Martin grunted in disgust. Martin tried to stand up as the penetration continued, but the firm hand held him down. "OOOWWW!!!!" Martin wailed again as the object slowly reached it's final penetration of 7" up his sore rectum. The rubber dildo had disappeared leaving the chrome pole now just at his cheeks. They stood Martin up now, the chrome pole dangling just behind his knees. He couldn't stand quite all the way up straight, as the discomfort in his ass caused him to instinctively to want to squat. "Take it out!" he whimpered as he was slowly turned. "Why are you doing this?" They took his arms and led him slowly over to the door that led out to the Drawing Room deck that looked out over the back of the estate. His dress still was pinned up in back as he walked. They walked slowly, the pole swaying painfully hanging from his ass as he walked slightly squatted and bent forward. A metal pedestal was positioned by the rail of the deck, and it had a large metal plate with a another chrome pole projecting straight up. "Oh no you don't!" Martin shook his head realizing what they wanted to do to him. "Don't put me up there on that thing," he yelled as he pulled against their grip. "Why?" he asked bewildered, as they prepared to have him step up on the small pedestal. "Owwww!!!" Martin hissed as he was forced forward. Even though he balked and pushed against them, he found himself stepping up painfully onto the platform, the rubber penis causing great discomfort in his ass as he did. He was positioned on the pedestal and the poles were lined up. The bottom pole was slid up over the pole that now dangled above it. The thumb screws were tightened to create a single erect pole from the base to his ass. "You are all PERVERTS!!!" Martin hissed as he just stood there, allowing them to finish their deed. His panties were pulled back up and his girdle pulled down over his thighs. Martin looked out over the back of the estate and noticed a few of the gardening staff had stopped what they were doing for a moment to see what all the commotion was, and watched as Martin was being placed on the second floor deck. When they realized it was Mrs. Vargos, they all immediately went back to work. After all Mrs. Vargos was now their boss and could fire them all if they were just standing around and not doing their jobs. Martin's dress was unpinned and lowered. The woman slowly pushed Martin to stand up straight, and there he stood. Very erect in posture now, as the pole would dictate. He couldn't get off of the pole. He couldn't raise up on his toes high enough to get it out of his ass. There was nothing around to grab hold of. He couldn't tilt the base forward either as he was standing on the plate the pole was attached to. So Martin was now helpless, as he stood on the small pedestal, in is white dress, petticoats, and 6" heels, looking out over the estate. The two attendants, there task having been completed, looked him over one last time and prepared to leave. "I hope you two perverts are happy with yourselves." he said as they began to walk away. "Oh you leaving now? You have to go jerk off now after your fun." He looked back as best he could over his shoulder. "Had enough of your little torture the guy in the dress game?" He jerked his hands and flipped them a finger. Martin's hands were still cuffed to the chains and he could move them every bit of 18" when he tried. Martin became more distressed as he stood there. His feet ached in the peep toe heels. He adjusted each foot trying to get some kind of relief. Shifting his weight slightly caused pain in his ass, so it was a matter of which was easier to endure, the large rubber penis, or the damn heels he was wearing. The mask was the most aggravating part of all. The frustration and just pure degradation of being told his face can't be seen, and then having this mask forcibly put on him. He couldn't get it off. He didn't know how long he'd have to wear it, it was like he didn't exist as a person anymore. Martin heard the door open, and the sound of high heels walking up behind him. "How are we doing Mrs. Vargos?" Leanne said cheerfully. "Enjoying the view? It's a lovely day to look out over this beautiful estate you have." "Get me the fuck down off this thing Leanne. Right now." he hissed without looking at her. Leanne looked up at him as she unlocked his cuffs and took the chain from around his waist. "There..............Is that better Mrs. Vargos?" she put the shackles aside. Martin's hands were now free. He had total movement for the first time. "Yeah. Now get this thing out of my ass." He reached for it, but even with full movement of his hands and arms he could do nothing to get off the pole. He started to pull up the skirt of his dress, but was stopped by Leanne. "Mrs. Vargos! Do we need to put your jewelry back on?" she pointed to the shackles. "Why are you doing this to me?" he growled at her. "This has no purpose other than to make me look foolish in front everybody. If you want me to stand here, OK, I'll stand here on your little pedestal, just get me off this pole," he insisted. "Please Mrs. Vargos, try and relax. Enjoy the view. It is a wonderful day. The pole is a needed device so you can be left alone and have some nice quiet time. To reflect on all the wonderful things in your life, and I know you will be here when I come back. At least for now, you have to use the pole," she mused. "I said I'd stand here. I won't go anywhere, just get me off it, Leanne." "Mrs. Vargos. You have a call from your mother. Would you like to take it?" Leanne asked ignoring his request. Martin looked at her through the mask. "Oh, you're asking me? I get a choice in something? How special is that?" he spat out with venom in his voice. Leanne ignored his little tirade, not even looking his way. "Yeah. I'll talk to that sneaky bitch." Leanne stepped inside and brought the phone out to Martin. She smiled and handed it to him. "I'll step inside so you two can talk privately," she said as she left him alone. "Hello." he said in a dead tone, taking a deep breath, trying to control his anger, and looking out over the estate. His toes were aching. "Hi Martin. It's mother calling. How's it going sweetie?" she was her regular cheery and concerned self. "Oh mother, it's so lovely. I'm just standing on the deck here, wearing that pretty dress, and those painful, but cute, high heels with a large pole stuck up my ass, watching the gardeners working." he mocked in a high falsetto voice. "Oh yes, and I was wondering why you might have asked Leanne to have me wear a petticoat and a bow in my hair today. You know how I like a pretty bows in my hair. It's so wonderful being your son, YOU FUCKING LYING BITCH!!!!!" What are you trying to do to me? You're suppose to be helping me," he yelled in the phone turning a few heads in the garden. Missy was laughing on the phone. "Oh Martin. You are truly an idiot aren't you. Dressed as a girl or a man, you are the same idiot," she kept her cool. "Yeah an idiot for ever trusting you," he spat back. "No sweetie your an idiot for NOT trusting me! It's time for you to shut up and listen. First of all, yes I did request for you to wear a petticoat and and that pretty bow. I talked with Leanne and told her you secretly liked dressing in women's clothes and have been doing it for years." "What the..........." "Shush Martin, I'm not done. I told her that was why one of your wives really divorced you, because she couldn't deal with the fact you dressed as a woman at home." "Oh, you cunt! I'll never believe another word you say again." He wanted to strangle her, but strangled the phone instead. "Martin! Shush!...Let mommy finish talking." she was being condescending in her sweet tone now. "I told her all your reluctance to dress as a woman was the fact you were being dressed to entertain a man you had no feelings for and the whole thing is just overwhelming you emotionally right now," she said. "I suggested a few sissy things might cheer you up, when you saw me since you've dressed up in women's clothes around me before." she paused. "It's all lies. You are a liar Missy!" He was beside himself now with anger. Who knows what else was being said behind his back. "You've been scheming behind my back. I never did those things and you know it." "You want out of this marriage with the Baron, Martin?" "Damn right I do. And I will get out of it, no thanks to you just pushing me deeper and deeper into it. I hate you Missy. The next time I get a chance I'll take down that bitch Leanne and take my chances on getting out of here on my own." "Just SHUT UP Martin! You will NOT try and run. A runaway bride will make things very difficult. You will do this the way I'm telling you. A sex change." She was losing patience with him now. "First of all, do you really think that you are going to be able to go in and convince everybody you want a sex change, without some explanation for your lack of cooperation in being dressed like a woman. Huh? Think about it Martin. The sex change? That's the idea you have to place in their heads to get out of this mess the quickest and easiest. So I started it off for you. You are just so upset with the marriage. It's not the dressing you hate. Leanne now thinks you secretly don't mind dressing up like a woman, and even prefer it. At least in private, so calm down. " Martin listened confused trying to follow her reasoning. "You don't have to like the marriage, after all that is what we want to change anyway, but you need to at least pretend you want to dress like a girl. Get everyone here thinking that way. Then when you reveal your desire to have a sex change and that you actually want to be a girl, it will be easier for them to believe. So flow with it Martin. It's complicated and as I said before, you are an idiot. But I know that, don't I sweetheart." She had explained her reasons. Martin was quiet for a moment. Her statement made sense in a weird kind of way, at least logically. But he just couldn't find it in himself to accept this kind of thinking. "I can't convince them of something I hate so much. I don't want everybody to think I'm some sissy faggot that wants to be turned into a real girl," he stated. She laughed and said, "Oh Martin, honey, they already think that." "Stop this Missy! The story won't work." He was furious. "Yes it will, but if you don't get your head out of your ass you will end up spending a lot more time with the Baron's dick in it. This could take awhile Martin. You signed the papers wrong and they have to be redone." "I signed where you told me to sign," he grumbled. "You signed them Martin Hastings. Sweetheart, that's not your legal name anymore. Your name is now Marcia Vargos, and you have to sign the papers that way, or the papers are not legal," she lectured him now. "I don't want my name changed and I never agreed to let it be changed." "I know you didn't sweetie, but the fact is, your name was changed, and changed legally. You are now Marcia Vargos. I may have added to the confusion by still calling you Martin, but you are my son, and you will always be my little Martin," she said lovingly. "I don't care. I'm not....." "Just shut it Martin. You are who you are, and you will do this properly." she raised her voice irritated with his excuses. "So, I have to get you to sign these papers... again. You will sign them as Marcia Vargos, or you will have a long and not so happy marriage to the Baron I'm sure," she lectured him. "Once again Martin, this causes a delay in the process. I won't see you again till the Coming Out Banquet. Just be prepared to do the right thing. OK honey? I have to go now. Remember, just put that male ego of yours aside. It would be even better if you could just try and act like a woman till this is resolved. Just for now. Once we get you out this, it can all be just a bad dream, and you can go back to your old self." "I need to get out of here now!" he yelled. "Love you sweetie," and she hung up the phone. Martin threw the phone into the back yard from the terrace he was standing on. A light breeze blew Martin's skirt as he stood with his arms folded under his D-cup breast, staring off into the distance fuming. He wasn't going anywhere. Leanne was right, he'd be right where she had left him. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 09 Martin spent the next couple of hours standing on the veranda looking out over his new estate. The gentle breeze causing his skirt to sway and the ribbons from the bow in his hair to rock gently back and forth touching his shoulders. Martin's feet ached, especially the balls of his feet where the heels forced all his weight to stay, and he couldn't adjust to get any relief. Martin turned and lifted his skirt in the back. He reached as far as he could with his hand hoping to get some kind of grip on the pole, but all he could do was touch the pole with the ends of his fingers. Martin then tried raising the front of the skirt and was able to grip the pole with one hand. He tried to push himself up and off the pole, but he couldn't. He actually had to squat a little further to grasp it, causing even more penetration. He couldn't get not even an inch of relief. He threw his skirt down and cussed under his breath. It was a diabolical contraption they had made for him to stand on, but it was working. He then tried to remove the mask that was covering his face. He shook his head as he pulled on it, but it was not budging. He worked his fingers into his teased up hair and found the buckle on one of the straps, but he could not manage to get it loose, and he felt the other straps around his head realizing that there were many straps holding this mask in place. He mussed his hair up vigorously with his hands in anger. He pulled the bow out and threw it down. "Damn It!" he yelled out in frustration. He crossed his arms again under his padded chest and just stood there. The pressure on his feet and toes now becoming unbearable. "Leanne." he called out looking over his shoulder at the door. "Leanne, .....I need to get down." He looked about but no sign of her at all. "Leanne. Please, my feet are killing me." He fidgeted as he became desperate. "Damn it, why are you doing this to me?" A high pitched plea of frustration came from behind the mask. "I don't want to stand out here like this........" his voice tailed off and soft words of aggravation could be heard from behind the mask. Martin turned as the doors opened. Leanne walked out with the male attendant at her side. "Was your private time adequate and refreshing Mrs. Vargos?" she asked. "Yes, just get me off this thing." Martin sounded exhausted. "That's what we're doing. What have you done to your hair?" she looked at the mussed up mess. "We'll have to get started a little earlier this afternoon I guess. You're going to need another set." Martin felt his dress being lifted and the pole was loosened. Leanne picked up the manacles and fastened the chain around Martin's waist, and put the cuffs on his wrist. Martin offered no resistance as she bound him. Martin felt the dildo being twisted back and forth and slowly being removed. As it was removed, Martin felt a great relief as it gradually exited. There was no such relief though for his feet as he was assisted down from the platform. His feet ached as he was escorted inside the house, he said nothing, keeping his face forward and followed them back toward the bedroom. "My feet hurt. I need to set down." He limped along beside them. "No problems Mrs. Vargos, you will be receiving a nice afternoon massage before we begin preparing you for the evening. Wearing 6" heels all day is very stressful on the feet and legs. Women don't wear 6" heels in their daily routine." She looked at Martin as she opened the door. "So why am I wearing such high heels then? I never see women wearing these at all. They are impossible." "They are also very beautiful and make your legs look very sexy," she mused. "I will tell the girls to give special attention to your feet and toes when they give you your massage." She directed him into the small room. The room was furnished with a beautiful flowered chaise lounge. "Ma'am, why don't you set down here for a moment and take your shoes off. I'm sure you would enjoy the relief." she said as she went to the door. Martin sat down and removed each of his shoes to great satisfaction. He rubbed his feet and wiggled his toes. While he was doing this Leanne locked the door not once but twice with a dead bolt. "Why are you locking us in?" Martin asked. "Oh I'm not locking us in Mrs. Vargos, I'm locking everyone else out. I'm going to remove your mask. Can't have someone accidentally walk in on you with your face exposed." Martin's head was jerked in different directions as the straps were one by one undone on the mask. Finally the last one that went around his head was let loose and the mask was lifted off his face. Martin hadn't realized that there were so many bobbi pins holding the straps close to his head so he couldn't manipulate the buckles. Martin's face was flushed and sweaty from being behind the mask all day. He moaned a sigh of relief as the mask was lifted from his face. Leanne had Martin laid back on the chaise and put his feet up, then applied a cool damp cloth over his eyes. "Mrs. Vargos. I will give you about 15 minutes to relax, then I will prepare you for your massage." Leanne went to the dressing table and pulled out a few things. Martin could hear her but not see her. "Why in the world did you mess your hair up like that? I'm going to set your hair in rollers again you know," she said. "I was trying to get that damned mask off my face. It was driving me crazy," he said as he lay limp on the chaise. "Oh?..........well, next time don't bother. You wont be able to get the mask off I can promise you that," she said as she gathered a few more things. "You know next week, after we decide on what color your hair is to be, I will be using a couple of hair pieces to give you styles with much more volume and height. We can't have those styles being messed with like this. They take way too much time to do. I think........" "Whoa! My hair color? What's wrong with my hair color and who is deciding all this anyway?" He started to set up but Leanne's hand guided him back down. "Just relax now. I'm sure the Baron will want to decide for himself what color your hair will be, or he may just have me do what I think is best. He does that sometimes." She felt a since of pride in the fact that the Baron often deferred to her judgement on these matters. "Nobody is going to ask me? What if I want to discuss it? I should have a say in these things, right? After all, it is my hair Leanne," he pushed the point. "Yes ma'am, it is your hair, and I'm your personal advisor, but if the Baron leaves it up to me to decide, you will be a flaming redhead. I would just love seeing you as a redhead," she giggled. Martin sat up. " No Leanne. It's not a game, I just want my hair left the color it is now. Why do I have to change the color of my hair anyway?" "So the hairpieces will match your hair color silly." she giggled at his lack of comprehension. "Mrs. Vargos, if the Baron leaves the decision to me, you will be a redhead. That will be my final decision. Now you know. If the Baron has another preference, that will be the color of your hair." She stood and approached him with a red satin drawstring bag in her hand. She pulled a strand of his hair and looked thoughtfully at it. "Yes, definitely a redhead," she smiled. "No! I can't be a redhead. I would look silly," he snapped. "Look, stop this right now. I have say on what goes on in my life. Got it." "Sure Mrs. Vargos. We can discuss it all you want, I want to hear what you have to say. All your reasons for not wanting to be a redhead, I want to hear your objections, and we will discuss it further while your head is in that sink and I'm dying your hair RED!" she dropped the strand. "Cotton Candy Pink would be a cute summertime color for your hair Mrs. Vargos," she grinned. "You wouldn't dare," he sneered at her. "Oh yes ma'am, I would. You are will be considered an eccentric, fashion socialite Mrs. Vargos. I would do it without hesitation. Your public expects to see such progressive fashion statements from you," she said ready to move along. "Sit up please," she said to Martin. "C'mon Leanne. I don't want my hair colored," he mumbled as he sat up and she took the drawstring satin bag and opened it. "Well, we all have to do things we don't want to do sometimes don't we. Having red hair may be one of those things," she said as she started to put the bag over his head. He pulled back quickly. "What are you doing? You trying to put that over my head?" "It's either this satin bag with the drawstrings pulled and tied around your neck, or the Bliss Mask," she said looking back at the mask. "You are about to get a massage, and you will have to wear one or the other. Two lovely young ladies will be entering this room and they can't see your face while you are in your consummation period," she looked at him. "Well? Which would you like to wear?" she undid his manacles and began unzipping his dress. He stepped out of the dress and removed his stocking. The girdle was unzipped and pulled off. His panties and bra were removed and once again Martin stood naked. Martin once again thought of trying to escape while his hands were free. He looked about the room trying to come up with a rational plan. He knew security was just outside the door. "Come over here Mrs. Vargos and get on the massage table, face down." Martin slowly let himself lay flat on the table. She fastened his wrist together under the table, then she pulled a sheet over him. Leanne picked up the mask. She held the back of his head and put his chin in the mask and pulled it over his face. Martin resisted by trying to turn away. "No Leanne. Stop it!" Martin yelled as she fastened the first strap tightly around his head. "I hate this thing. I thought you were using the bag," he said. "Mrs. Vargos. We don't have time for games. You didn't want the bag an now you don't want the mask. Which do you prefer to to wear?" she said giving him one more chance. "Say so now or be quiet and let me do these straps." "I don't want this damn mask. I'll take the other," he grumbled. "You will request properly Mrs. Vargos, and leave no doubts." she said as she started fastening another strap. "Stop Leanne. Okay. I would like to wear the bag over my head instead of the mask," making sure he said it in a convincing way. "Okay, that's not a problem," she said undoing the straps and taking the mask off of him. "Hold your head up." Martin tilted his head back. "Chin up a little higher please," she said standing in front of him. Martin then suffered the humiliation of having the bag pulled over his head and the drawstrings pulled tight around his neck and knotted in the back, just so these girls would not see his face. It was so degrading having his face hidden from public view. She lay his head face down in the head rest of the massage table. "Comfortable Mrs. Vargos?" she asked. "Yeah. Sure," he replied dryly. Leanne put a pair of headphones on Martin with relaxing massage music. It was actually nice in the total darkness and only the music playing. The two girls were brought in to give his massage and began to work on his shoulders and feet at the same time. Leanne had cuffed Martin's hands under the table as to not interfere with the massage. She left the room and Martin received his massage and actually was feeling much better. His feet and toes were worked extensively by one girl who snickered softly and whispered to the other girl, "Pam, look at this guys toenails." She held his foot up where she could see the bright red nailpolish that adorned his toes. "I know." she giggled. "Nice, huh." "Oh yeah. He almost had me swooning." They both giggled as she rolled her eyes up and fluttered her lashes while fanning her face with her fingers as if she was having hot flash over his toes. They gave Martin a deep and relaxing massage. Martin lay completely relaxed now. He was limp on the table. "HEY! What are you doing?" Martin's head snapped up in the darkness of the hood as he felt his penis and testicles being pulled between his legs. The girl gripped one of his testicles in each hand. Her fingers and her thumb adding pressure. She then pulled on his testicles stretching the sacs then she rolled them between her fingers. The other girl was holding pressure on his legs as he jerked violently. "OWWWWW!!!! That hurts," he yelled at her. She was holding his balls and applying quick pressure with her thumbs. "AGHHHH!!!......damn it," he grunted as she gave them both a quick squeeze again. "OWWWW!!! What are you doing?" he yelled at her again. "Why are you doing that?" She removed his headphones. "I'm going to massage your testicles ma'am." The other girl put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "That's ridiculous. Nobody gets their testicles massaged. You're hurting me. I don't need my testicles massaged....OWWWW!!!!" as she squeezed them gently again. "Are you okay ma'am?" she asked as if concerned. "No I'm not okay. Quit squeezing my nuts. That really hurts. Just stop...okay?" "It's all the new rage ma'am. All our women clients are requesting to have their testicles massaged," she said pulling on them a little harder. The other girl biting her hand to help suppress laughter. "Women don't have testicles you stupid bimbo, and I'm not a woman. Let go of my nuts and let me up. The testicle massage is over," he insisted. "Oh ma'am. I haven't even started your testicle massage yet. Don't you want your testicles massaged?" she replied trying not to laugh, holding his testicles firmly and stretched in each hand. "NO!! I don't want my testicles massaged you sick pervert. I said NO! Let go of me now," he shouted through the hood. "Oh, yes Ma'am. Just relax I'm sure you are going enjoy your massage." she giggled as she began. "WAIT!!!!!....OWWWWWW!!!!" Martin yelled, as the girl then proceeded to take her time, and give Martin's testicles a very deep, and methodical massage, rolling them continuously between her thumb and fingers with varying pressure. Grabbing them and allowing them to slip slowly through her oiled fingers tight grip one at a time, only to give them a couple of squeezes and began rolling them again in her hands and repeating the process. The sounds of Martin's constant protesting and obvious cries of discomfort filled he room during the entire process. Martin thought they would never stop. As she finished she put both his testicles in the palms of her hands and vigorously rolled them together. This gave Martin the greatest discomfort of all. Martin thrashed about on the table till the final touches of his testicle massage were complete. She looked at his balls once more and was finally satisfied she had finished the massage. The girls had finally finished. "Oh my god Pam. I can't believe you just did that to that guy," the one girl said laughing as they were leaving the room. "But it's all the new rage." Pam rolled her eyes up and flipped her wrist at the girl and broke out laughing herself. The once fully relaxed Martin was now tense and moaning covered with a sheet. He was gripping the table with his manacled hands now with his knees pulled up in a fetal position. "Mrs. Vargos." Leanne said in her perky way as she entered the room. "Feel better after your massage?" she asked cutting the knot on the back of the satin bag that covered his head. "What the hell was that all about Leanne?" Martin squinted as the light hit his eyes again. "Ma'am?" "They were pulling and squeezing my balls in some sick game and it hurt like hell. I was nauseous," he said. "They said they were massaging my testicles," he said in a sarcastic way, breathing heavily still feeling the pain of the massage. "Oh.....well I'm not a massage expert Mrs. Vargos, but I didn't know they massaged testicles," she said wiping his face with a cool damp cloth, suppressing a smile. "But if it's hurting that much, just ask them to ease up a little the next time they are massaging your testicles, and I'm sure they will. They are professionals," she said in a naive way. "They are professional sadist. They did it on purpose. There will be no next time. I told them they were hurting me. They wouldn't stop though," he looked away from her in disgust. "Men don't get DEEP MASSAGES done on their nuts Leanne. That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard. It hurts and they did it for some kind of sick thrill." He was furious. "Well.......I guess some men do. You just got your testicles massaged," she said unlocking his manacles. She helped him off the table and held up a white knee length satin robe for him. Martin slipped his arms into the robe and tied it at his waist. "I need to put these on you." she said holding up a pair of handcuffs. Martin held out his hands. "Please turn around and put you hands behind your back," she looked at him. Martin was thinking maybe now was the time to overpower Leanne and get the hell out of here. He could bare this sadistic treatment no more, and he was desperate. To hell with the consequences if he was caught. Once he was cuffed he would have to wait for the next opportunity to arise. "Yeah, sure," he said as he turned and had his hands cuffed behind his back. He would need a better thought out plan to get away from here. "OK, We're going to get you ready for tonight. Just step into this pair of mules if you don't mind." She pointed at a pair of white 3"open toe furry mules. He stepped into the shoes. They were much more comfortable than the extreme heels he'd been wearing all day. Leanne put her hand on his back and pressed him forward. Martin was then shampooed and bathed, strapped into a styling chair and his hair was set, and his makeup applied. Once again false eyelashes were applied along with the heavy makeup Leanne applied to his face for his second night of the Consummation. Spending extra time on his eyes. The Baron loved exotic eyes. Leanne handed Martin a pair of white lace bikini panties. He slid them on. His testicles exposed at the edges of the panty and sore from his massage as the panties applied pressure where they crossed his balls. His large limp penis bent in the front and was very prominent and evident. He put the matching white bra on and Leanne fastened it for him. She smiled and looked into his face as she worked the the D-cup inserts in the cups. She patted them when she was satisfied. "There. You like that?" she said looking at his bustline. "Yeah." He tried to stay with what Missy had said about convincing everyone, but he just wasn't convincing yet. He put on the garter belt and pulled white stockings up each leg and fastened them. After slipping on a pair of 6" white "fuck me" pumps, he stood up and Leanne circled him examining the overall appearance. Once again Martin had unknowingly dressing himself for his husband according to custom. Leanne added a large rhinestone necklace and large dangling earrings. The look was now complete. "There Mrs. Vargos. You look beautiful," she said. Martin did not respond or look at her. He sat back in the styling chair and was strapped in only at the waist. He was instructed to cross his legs and he did, as well as cross his hands in his lap. Leanne removed the rollers from his hair and styled his hair for his big evening. She finished up by spraying his hair extensively and allowed the spray to dry, before spraying it once again. Martin was released form the chair and he stood up. "Put your hands behind your back ma'am." Leanne said taking his wrist. She clicked a pair of handcuffs on him binding his wrist together behind his back. "There you go Mrs. Vargos. You are very sexy. I'm sure you and your husband will have a wonderful evening." she gushed as she patted his hair. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 09 "I don't want an evening with that prick. Leanne. I don't want to be married to him. I have plans of my own for my life," he said staring straight ahead gathering his wits. "And they don't include this Baron jerk." "But Mrs. Vargos, you are in an arranged, same sex marriage. It was arranged by your parents and agreed on by both families. It happens in a lot of arranged marriages the wives are unhappy at first. They had ideas and dreams of their own, but their families have made decisions for them, ones they believe are for the best, and they adapt with time. As you will. You must focus on your husband and being a good wife. You have much social status you know. Many women would give anything to be standing in your pumps," she said as she was adjusting one of his bras shoulder straps. "I will pay any one of them a handsome sum to take my place. How bout you Leanne?" he said, as Leanne laughed. "Oh Mrs. Vargos. You do exaggerate things." "I just......When the arrangement was made, my dad, he didn't know......." he hesitated. "Mrs. Vargos. It is my understanding that your dad took into consideration everything before committing you into this marriage. Arranged marriages are tough as the bride is not always consulted or allowed to have any say. It's time to accept, things as they are." She took his arm for him to stand up. "And now it's time for you to go into the bedroom and share another intimate evening with your husband." She escorted him to the door by the elbow. "Don't I need to get dressed in something?" he looked around assessing the situation trying to buy some time. "No ma'am. Just bra, panties and stockings," she said. "Wait Leanne." he looked at her. "I'm going to have this marriage annulled. I don't think we need to continue this any further." "We just talked about this........" "I'm asking the court to annul this marriage so I can have a sex change." The words jarred him. Leanne looked very surprised. "Oh really. You want to be a woman?" she looked at him in a as if she didn't believe him. "So what's all the fuss when I'm dressing you? I would think you would like all the attention. Wearing women's clothes and looking like a woman is a lot different from changing your body to actually being a woman." "Because you are dressing me to service this guy. I don't want to be with him. I'm not a sex toy to be dressed up and fucked by just anybody. I hate the thought of him," he said trying to convince her. "A sex change huh?" she looked thoughtfully at him and smiled. "You know to legally be a woman, you will have to have your dick and balls removed. You will have breast also. That's what you really want to do?" she studied him. "Yes." It came out weaker than he thought but it came out. He just hoped it was convincing. "Well it's OK with me. If you get this marriage annulled, I am all for you. You have my full support in having a sex change, and I'll support your decision to be a woman," she said smiling taking his elbow again. "But, tonight you are still a married man. You are a wife and you have a husband who is waiting for his bride to come to his bed." She took him to the door. The door was opened and she pushed him just inside and closed the door. He saw the keyhole move as it was locked. "Hello my sweet." he turned to find the Baron relaxing on the bed. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 10 Martin backed up against the door and looked at the Baron setting on the bed wearing his blue robe and a smile. "You look beautiful tonight," the Baron said standing up and uncuffed Martin's wrist. Martin started to move away as he spoke. "Listen Baron. I've had a long day, and it hasn't been a good one. My asshole and my feet hurt and my balls also hurt, and if you really do love me like you say you do, you would spare me reliving last night all over again. Just because I'm dressed like this doesn't mean I'm offering myself up to you tonight." he backed away nervously as the Baron approached him. The Baron took Martin's hand and kissed it. He admired Martin's red fingernails, spreading them in his hand. He then took Martin's hand and put it inside his robe. Martin felt the Baron's pubic hair and immediately tried to pull back but was forced to then touch the Baron's semi hard cock. Martin's hand was guided around the massive cock and the Baron had him now stroking it. Martin cringed at holding another man's cock in his hand and stroking it. He was uncertain of the Baron's intentions were. "Oh god, what's he want?" Martin thought to himself. "Is he sparing me and my ass, by having me stroke him this way?" Martin thought he may have reached him after all. Martin stroked the cock and felt it getting bigger and harder. Martin looked down at the cock as the Baron tried to kiss him just to avoid his lips. The uncircumcised beast was now oozing out the tip and the head was reddish purple. "Am I just preparing this thing for my own butt fucking?" he thought. His head was pulled up and the Baron kissed Martin deeply and passionately. Martin let go of the Baron's cock and pushed on the Baron's chest trying to create some distance, only to have his hand directed back down to stroking the Baron's cock again. Martin wrapped his manicured fingers around it and stroked it up and down while they kissed. There was no aspect of physically being with the Baron that Martin could find acceptable. Even kissing and masturbating him made Martin feel ill. Martin was startled from his thoughts as the Baron suddenly picked him up in his arms. He smiled and gave Martin a kiss as Martin turned his head away. Martin was carried over and put in the bed and the Baron slid in next to him. "Now Baron.......I really don't...." Martin was cut off again as the Baron kissed him. Martin struggled as the Baron positioned himself with his legs over Martin's. "Owww! Stop pulling my hair." Martin said as his hair was pulled back and the Baron kissed his neck and began a new hickey on the front of his neck. These hickeys were aggravating to Martin to receive and degrading to show. "What is it with you? You think you are in high school?" Martin said sarcastically. "Quit sucking on my neck you piece of shit." But the Baron continued as Martin stared at the ceiling while waiting for his newest and darkest hickey yet to be completed. The Baron looked into Martin's eyes. "I love you," he said passionately. "WHAT? Get off me." The Baron's face was close to his. "I find you disgusting. Don't touch me anymore you overgrown faggot." Martin yelled at him trying to squirm out from under him, but the anger that passed through Martin's red lipsticked lips could not sway the Baron as he gazed into the "come and take me" eyes that Leanne had so expertly painted on Martin's face. Martin was able to slip out and sat on the edge of the bed. The Baron stood next to him rubbing Martin's shoulder. Martin realized the Baron's stiff hard cock was now in front of his face. The Baron was stroking it and the bumped it on Martin's forehead a couple of times. Martin jerked back and looked at the Baron. "You like what you see?" the Baron said smiling. "NO! YOU BASTARD! I don't like what I see. I don't like where I am. I don't like what we're doing and most of all I DON'T LIKE YOU!" he angrily said only to have the end of Baron's cock hit his lips. "STOP IT!!!!" He yelled. The Baron persisted as Martin twisted his head back and forth as the head of the Baron's cock was smearing across Martin's face. Martin put his head down and reached out and grabbed the Baron's cock with his hand. Martin put his fingers around the cock and began stroking aggressively. He was desperately trying to jerk off the Baron before that cock could do anything. Jerking him off was better than any other thing running through his mind. The Baron allowed Martin to continue, taking deep breaths and moving his hips into the motion. "This is disgusting." Martin said under his breath as he continued the masturbation of his husband. Martin tried to keep stroking as the Baron moved closer and took his cock in his own hand. "No." Martin said softly looking down trying to hold onto the cock and stroke it as the Baron was pulling Martin's hand away. Martin's hair was grabbed aggressively and the Baron slapped Martin's face hard with his cock several times. Martin had his hands flat on the Baron's stomach trying to keep distance but the Baron was too strong for Martin. He pulled Martin's head up by the hair. "OWWW!!!" Martin looked at the cock and shook his head. "No. I can't do this." "You are my wife. I want to enjoy your affection for me." he said kindly. "There is no affection here for you asshole. Just let me go." he whined for the first time. The cock was put in front of his lips and offered to him. Martin shook his head again. "I don't want to do this. " he was losing control of his emotions now. "Please......... I don't want to suck your cock. OK? I'd rather get butt fucked again." Martin couldn't believe he said that, but it was how he was feeling right now staring at the massive cock desiring entry between his red lips. "What is wrong my sweet. You seem very uptight?" "Uptight? Your trying to put your cock in my mouth. Why wouldn't I be uptight." Martin fought back. " AUCKKK........" Martin's face reddened and his jaws strained as the Baron's cock filled his mouth. As the Baron pushed in deeper Martin gagged as he tried to pull back. Martin caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was overcome with shame. His red lips strained around a huge cock and he just sets there unable to change a thing. "UUMMPPHHHHH!!!!!" Martin squealed continuously, as he tried to stop the inevitable. Though Martin's hands were on the Baron's thighs, his red fingernails sunk in, he couldn't stop the up and down motion his head was being forced to perform on his husbands cock. Martin's body was tense as he was used, the Baron giving groans of delight and closing his eyes, as Martin also made muffled groans of disgust and desperation. The Baron suddenly gripped Martin's hair extremely tight above his ears, and pulled Martin to him forcefully. Martin gagged as the Baron's cock hit his throat and stayed there. Martin's legs kicked out in desperate attempts to get relief from the non stop gagging. The Baron yelled as he shot his cum into Martin's throat causing a convulsive gag. The Baron pulled back slightly and shot a huge amount of cum into Martin's mouth. Martin gasped for air and inhaled some of the cum causing him to cough and some of the Baron's cum actually drooled out his nose. It was a disgusting experience for Martin as he pulled away bent over coughing and screaming at his husband. "Get away from me. How can you do this to somebody?" he was actually crying with his head on the bed, gasping for air. The Baron rubbed his back and Martin pushed the Baron's hands away. The Baron got in the bed and spooned up behind Martin and rested. "Let me go." Martin kicked at him. "Get away from me." Martin said with a quivering voice that the Baron didn't hear. They lay quietly. Martin awoke with the Baron on his knees, straddle Martin's face and his cock ready for entry. He had no chance to stop it as the the Baron filled Martin's mouth again and holding Martin's hair with one hand, humped his face forcibly. Martin's heels kicked the bed and his legs flailed about. He tried pushing at the Baron and even tried slapping him several times in desperation, but the steady rhythmic humping of his mouth continued unabated. "Uhhh......Gaawwkk.......Uhhh.....Gaawwkk.....Uhhh......Gaawwkk...." were the humiliating sounds that came from Martin's throat as he endured the steady back and forth thrust of his husband. The Baron was rough in his enjoyment of Martin, his eyes closed enjoying the feeling of Martin's lips around his cock. Martin had insisted his first wife let him do the same thing to her. She had always hated it also. She always complained when he did it, but she would lay still, pissed off, showing no emotion at all, staring straight ahead, while she was face fucked. But this was different. He was a guy after all. After a long slow, face fucking, the Baron pulled out. Martin's jaw was slow to close from being stretched open to such an extreme for such a long time. Martin resisted, even fighting back, but was quickly turned over on his belly. Martin was twisting and voicing his objections as he was pulled up on his knees and a pillow put under his hips, with his forehead pressed into the bed. Despite his struggles, the Baron entered him and pounded Martin's butthole till he had an enjoyable orgasm. Martin's face stained with cum and tears looked back at him. "Why are you doing this to me?" he was sobbing softly and turned on his side where his husband slid up beside him again. "You are my wife. I would have no one else. I show my love for you." he said kissing Martin's head as he closed his eyes to sleep again. Martin lay staring at the wall. "It's hopeless," he thought to himself. Martin found himself once more in the Baron's embrace. Martin was on his back this time. His legs pulled up on the Baron's shoulders, his arms pinned down at his side, receiving a morning quickie from his husband before it was time to get up. "OOOWWWW!!! STOP!!! ............AAGGHHHHHH!!!!!" Martin cried as his feet bounced in rhythm with the Baron's thrust. His legs over the shoulders and his high heels in mid air. With enough frustration, degradation, and humiliation to fill two lifetimes, Martin just screamed the entire time his husband was tenderizing his butthole. The air was filled with the sounds of a young actress auditioning for a part in a B-horror flick. Then it was over. Without a word the Baron got up and put his robe on and left the room. Martin was on his side hugging a pillow. The Baron's cum still running down his butt cheeks when the door opened and Leanne entered the room. "Time to get up Mrs. Vargos. You have a big day today with thes," she opened the drapes. Martin lifted his head and looked at her. His lips were swollen. There was dried cum all over his face and he had hair stuck to the side of his face and ear in the dried cum. She looked at him a moment and then smiled. "Oh.......well, we do need to get you cleaned up don't we," she said as she came over to the bed. "C'mon. Time to get up. Bathroom first, your morning walk, and then we can get you bathed." she bent over and put the pair of pink 5" spike heels on the floor he used for his walks. "Put these on and let's get these clothes off of you. At least what's left of them." she smiled. "C'mon Mrs. Vargos, the treadmill is waiting." she smiled unfastening his bra. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 11 Martin was led from the bed to begin his morning routine. He stepped into the pink 4" heels and then quietly he stepped up onto the treadmill. Martin walked at a vigorous pace that was set by Leanne. His mind was racing and confused after the previous night. He dwelled on ways to escape as he walked on the treadmill. Martin's thoughts soon came back to reality as his desire to pee was overwhelming now. After his walk he was escorted to the bathroom where he once again sat while Leanne stood and watched him pee. He was bathed by the same two attendants after having his face covered in a thick coat of cold creme again to hide his face. The degradation and humiliation of it all seemed less today, or was it just he knew what was going to happen next in the routine. Martin went through his morning routine without saying a word. As he was strapped into the chair for his final preparations Leanne said, "This is a very exciting day for you Mrs. Vargos. You get to meet the Baron's parents." Martin didn't say a word as Leanne set his hair in rollers. She put the dryer over his hair rollers and turned the setting to high. All his mind could do was reflect on the previous evening and the way he had been used and degraded. The awful taste that still lingered in his mouth from the previous nights events. His jaw ached from being pried open way too wide for such a long time. The idea he had drank another man's cum disgusted Martin. He lowered his eyes as he found he couldn't accept the fact he had spent much of the night with the Baron's penis in his mouth. "That hair should be dry by now," Leanne said as she reentered the room. She was carrying the Bliss Mask mounted on a foam head. She sat it down next to the styling chair and checked Martin's rollers. Leanne flipped the dryer off and removed the hood. She immediately started removing the rollers from his hair. It was teased into a huge mass and then parted as before for the straps of the mask to disappear into. Martin was surprised when Leanne placed a piece of 2" wide tape over his mouth. He jerked back as she pulled another piece of tape. "UMMPPFFF!" he snorted looking confused. "Stay calm Mrs. Vargos and let me do this," Leanne said as she tore off the tape and tried to put it across his mouth again. Martin refused to cooperate, and Leanne pulled away. "Now Mrs. Vargos, let me tape your mouth shut," she said as if it was nothing unusual. Martin resisted again as she tried to put the second strip on. She walked behind the chair and slipped the red bag over Martin's head cenching it just below his nose covering the rest of his head. She then called in one of the security to assist in getting his mouth taped. The woman who had inserted the dildo in Martin earlier entered the room. "UMMPPFFF!!" Martin protested as she held Martin's head firmly back against the head rest of the chair while Leanne placed piece after piece of tape over his mouth. The tape went just under the chin to his nose and across each cheek, just short of his ears.. "That's right ma'am. Let's get that mouth taped shut," she smiled as she worked. After seven strips had been applied Martin's head was released and he snapped his head away from her grip. "There you go. That's much better Mrs. Vargos." He could see nothing but heard the footsteps of the security woman leaving the room. The the bag straps were loosened and lifted from his head. "See, that didn't hurt at all, did it," she smiled. "Sorry about having to tape your mouth shut, but special instructions were left for today's meeting. Seems the Baron's mother is not interested in anything you have to say and she has plenty she want's you to hear," she said as she took the Bliss Mask from the foam head. Martin shook his head, his eyes wide, in a desperate effort to let his objections be known. He turned away from the mask as she brought it near his face. "Uh..ummmm..Uh..ummmm" Martin squealed shaking his head back and forth to indicate no. "Just take it easy Mrs. Vargos! You know you have to wear your Bliss Mask in public. We can do this the easy way or the hard way," she said standing back looking at his naked form in the chair. Martin stared at her with rage in his eyes but his head didn't move as she put her hand behind his head and cupped his chin into the Bliss Mask. As the mask was raised and set to his face Martin let out one last burst. "UMMPPFFF!!" He jerked at the straps holding him in the chair and Leanne held the mask in place with both hands. He hated wearing the Bliss Mask. It was so degrading that his face had to be hidden, and of all the things what the Bliss Mask inferred to the public. She strapped it tightly around his head and then went to work working the network of other straps that held the mask in place. Leanne pulled the straps very tight causing Martin to groan out through his gagged mouth. It took a while to do all the straps and then she used bobbi pins to pin those straps onto his head. There were many more bobbi pins used than before since Martin had a made an unsuccessful effort to remove the mask last time. "There you go, Mrs. Vargos. Your Bliss Mask is on," Leanne said as she held his chin up to look it over. There was no evidence of the tape that gagged his mouth behind the mask. "You look very pretty," she said as Martin twisted his head away from her violently. Leanne was sensing a more violent trend in Martin, even after his confession to her that he was desiring a sex change. She found it hard to believe that he wanted a sex change, but she didn't question his motives. She had called for help in dressing him this morning just to make sure things went smoothly. A young woman entered the room along with a large man. The man Martin recognized as the man from the limo ride. He stood by the wall as the two women went about unstrapping Martin from the chair. Martin stood up and was lead to the middle of the room to be dressed for his meeting with his news. "Martin please step into these panties," Leanne said as Lisa held them open near his feet. Martin did so and they were pulled up to his waist. Once again the dainty lacy white panties were bikini cut and his balls partially showed on each side as well as his penis barely being covered. Lisa then fastened the white garter belt around his waist and adjusted the garter length. Martin was stoic in his demeanor. He glanced at the man by the wall who stood there watching and showing no emotion at all. He allowed the girls to do what they wanted without any resistance. A D-cup bra was strapped around his chest and inserts were put in to fill it out. A dress was selected from a garment rack. A white, form fitting, sequined dress was held up and then brought over to him. "Have a seat ma'am and let's get your stockings on first." Before putting the stockings on Leanne knelt down at Martin's feet and began putting gold rings on his toes. After the first ring she looked at his foot and asked Lisa what she thought. "Oh I think his toes are lovely." she laughed as she saw there were more rings. Some were rather ornate. She looked up at Martin as she patted his calf, "You'd better get used to these. The Baron just loves pretty toes," she said of his new toe rings. Martin pulled his foot away and refused to allow Leanne to put another ring on. "Mrs. Vargos please," she said as she grabbed his foot and put it back in her lap. As Martin tried to pull back again, Lisa grabbed his foot and tried to hold it steady so Leanne could put the rings on his toes. "MMPPPFFF," Martin snorted as he twisted away from them. The man walked over as Martin stood. Martin was put in a headlock and taken back to the styling chair where he was again strapped in. His legs strapped extra tight, then it was reclined, and his feet were raised as his head was lowered. "NNUUUFFF!" Martin was adamant as the girls once again had control of his toes. Leanne picked a ring and slid it down Martin's middle toe. It sat low like the first one on his second toe. Both rings had inset diamonds. A small band was added on that same toe, higher up. "Ooohhh, I like that," Lisa said as she watched Martin's toes become more and more ornate. "UUMMPPFF!" Martin was fighting back as best he could, as Leanne slid another diamond ring onto his forth toe. Lisa looked at him as she held his foot for Leanne., "What is it about having rings on his toes that he's having such a fit over?" "Well obviously he doesn't want to wear them," Leanne said putting the last one on his little toe. Leanne looked up at Martin. "It's okay Mrs. Vargos. You would think we were pulling your teeth the way you're acting," she said admiring his toes. She looked at Lisa, "Well let's get the other foot done," she said as she proceeded to put rings on Martin's toes on his other foot. Martin fought the two women but it was useless. He couldn't move enough to effect what they were doing anyway. Once they were done Martin was sat back up in the chair as the girls looked at his feet. Lisa covered her mouth with her hand. She leaned over and said to Leanne, "Wow, Wait till the mother get's a load of those toes." she smiled and patted Martin on the cheek of the mask, "She's going to think her new son in law is a bit of a Jezzebel," she laughed looking at the rings he now wore on every toe. Martin's legs were freed as the man came over and put his hand on Martin's shoulder. Though Martin was still otherwise strapped in the chair he tried to move initially. Martin sat still and watched as Lisa pulled the white fishnet stockings up his legs. They were fastened to the garters that were adorned with bows. He turned away as a ridiculous pair of white 6" spike heel sandals were slipped on his feet. The last thing he wanted right now was to wear 6" heels. His feet were still sore from the day before. He was the released from the chair in the firm grip of the security man. The dress was brought over and unzipped for him to step into. The shiny dress was pulled up his torso and was very tight fitting. Leanne looked at the image and decide a waist cincher would be needed. The dress was removed and a cincher wrapped around his waist. "Just to tighten up that mid section ma'am," Leanne said as Lisa pulled the laces tight giving a firm sleek look to his waist. They slid the dress back on him. "Oh yes, that looks so much nicer," Lisa said as she looked him over with Leanne, smoothing out the dress with her hands. Martin stood perched in his high heels as the girls assessed his look. The dress was skin tight and short. It didn't even cover the garter clips that held his stockings. The part that didn't fit was his hair. It hadn't been styled yet but was a teased up mass. Leanne had Martin hold out his arms and she rolled white elbow length lace gloves up each arm. The gloves were fingerless and showed off Martin's elegant red fingernails and cocktail rings. Not to mention the huge wedding ring. Martin was put in the chair again and the straps were fastened. Leanne worked his hair around the straps teasing and patting leaving the puffed curls in place. A jeweled hair clip was added on the front. His hair was sprayed again and rhinestone earrings were again clipped on his ears and a large rhinestone choker added around his neck. Leanne turned the chair to face Lisa. "Well, what do you think?" she asked Lisa. Lisa giggled as she said, "Oh my. She will definantly make an impression. She's gorgeous Leanne. You've done a wonderful job on her." she said staring at Martin. The straps were removed and Leanne helped Martin up. The man held Martin's arms. "Mrs. Vargos, you are ready to meet your news now. The Baron is waiting outside the door to escort you there," she said as she once again put the chain around his waist and put the manacles on his wrist. The man took Martin's arm and lead him to the door. The mask just stared. "Ummmm," Martin moaned softly when the girls did a few last minute adjustments. Pulling down the skirt of the form fitting sequined dress. Martin's lace stocking tops showed entirely as did the garters and only a small bit of the strap. Martin closed his eyes behind the mask and made a fist. "How can you send me out looking like this," his mind raged. "I'll see you later this evening Mrs. Vargos. Have a nice visit." Martin jerked his arm away from the man only to have him grip it tighter and push him more forcibly out the door. Martin stumbled as the man began walking faster than Martin was ready for. Martin had to run to keep up now in his high heels. "He seemed fairly calm to me," Lisa said looking now to Leanne. She knew she was asked to assist because Martin might be difficult. "Except for the toe rings, he did okay. That was probably because he's still adjusting to his husbands desires in his appearance," she said. Even the security had been added in case of a scuffle. "Yes, I know what your saying, but I've done this before and after that second night with the their husband the feeling helplessness becomes a feeling of hopelessness. That is when these man-brides can start to get violent," she said looking at Lisa thoughtfully. "Well that's just to bad. He needs to move on and accept his position. He has everything a person could want. He's rich, and he has social standing. His attitude will diminish quickly enough when he realizes it is easier to work with us than against us," Lisa said wondering what the problem is. "You said everything a Person could want, not what every Man could want," Leanne smiled. "I can sympathize with where he's coming from. He likes women Lisa. He's heterosexual and doesn't want to have sex with men," she paused for a moment. "I can see his reluctance to being forced to have sex with another man. You should have seen his face this morning. He had dried cum all over it. I'm sure he spent most of the night with a dick in his mouth.." Leanne looked thoughtfully at Lisa, "His mother says he prefers dressing as a woman though, and he has stated to me he has a desire to have a sex change." "Well there you go." Lisa pointed out. "If he truly wants to be a woman, then he probably has sexual desires for men buried deep down inside. Right? he just hasn't realized it yet," she said as she smiled, "He is a married man now, and his husband does have every right to have sex with him. He'll adjust with time, I'm sure," she pointed out. "Yes, I know the Baron has rights. It's an arranged marriage. A non-consenual marriage in a way, at least as far as he's concerned. Yes, it is legal and his husband has very right to have sex with him, whenever he wants, but that doesn't mean Marcia will ever accept being his sex partner." "Acceptance comes with time." Lisa looked at her. "Leanne........Are you feeling sorry for this young bride?" she asked. "Sorry? No." Leanne lowered her eyes in thought, "I'm realistic about it though," she said walking to the chair with the straps hanging and sitting down and crossing her legs. She put her arms on the arm rest and looked at the straps. "Can you imagine what it would be like being forcibly strapped into this chair, so you are unable to interfere with other people while they make you look like the opposite sex?" she picked up one of the straps and looked at it. "To know you're being dolled up and prepared for the sexual gratification of someone else of the same sex, and you have no say in the matter," she said as she dropped the strap and looked to Lisa. "No. I can't imagine that. And I don't have to Leanne. If I were in his shoes then yes, I'd probably would not be happy with the arrangement. But, my parent's didn't choose that for me. His did choose it for him. I picked my husband. I'm happily married to a man and that's the way my life is. Mrs. Vargos is also married to a man and that's the way his life is. I don't feel sorry for him Leanne. I'm sorry, I just don't." she said as she was ready to leave. "Oh you're right, he will be the bride the Baron wants to see. I can give him the visuals, and eventually he will cease most of his resistance to being dressed as a woman I'm sure, but I can't cause him to want to be on his knees in front the Baron begging to suck his cock. That is never going to happen," she said softly. Lisa left the room as Leanne got out of the chair. As Leanne was leaving, she turned and looked at the styling chair again. She thought of the men whose lives had been suddenly and dramaticaly changed in that chair. Of the four she knew, three were still married and one was single. The single was a widow. They all still lived dressed as women, and though they didn't fight it like they use to, none of them had ever accepted the feminine transition that was forced on them or the womanly role they were required to fulfill in and out of the bedroom. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 12 Martin was hurried down the hall to meet his husband. It wasn't that he was eager to get to him, but the pace he was being forced to take made him have to run to him. If nothing else the morning treadmill walks were schooling Martin in how to move quickly in high heels. "MMPPPFFF!!" Martin snorted as they reached the Baron. Martin pulled away from the man that was escorting him and glared at his husband. Martin's fist were clenched and he backed away a couple of steps as the Baron appraised Martin's looks beginning with his toes and slowly looking him up to the mask. The Baron chuckled. "Oh my yes. You look very special today my love. I'm sure my mother is going to love you as much as I do," he said smiling reaching for Martin's hand. Martin pulled back again. He shook his head "no" as his mind raced, "Don't take me in there dressed like this." Martin's confused thinking was evident in the moment as he didn't want to appear like this in front of the Baron's parents. He wanted to wear something more appropriate for this meeting. It was a perverse and desperate thought as he was dressed as a woman either way. He was being presented as a "seeded" bride anyway. What difference did it make. The lesser of two evils in his desperate mind perhaps? "MMMPPPPFFF!!!!" Martin grunted again as his husband took his arm and forcibly escorted him to the dining room. The door were opened to the dining room and there at the end of a long table sat the Baron's parents. Very elegant in appearance and dressed rather formally for the occasion. The Baron's mother, "Constance" wore a black dinner dress and her hair was swept up in an elegant french twist. A small tiara sparkled just above her forehead, that matched her large diamond choker and dangling earrings. Her face was madeup to look glamorous but just short of overdone. The Baron's dad was in a tie and jacket as he always was. They both looked up as the Baron entered the room with Martin in tow. Constance had a surprised look on her face as she looked at Martin being escorted in. "OH MY GOD!" she exclaimed her hand coming to her face in disbelief. Martin walked towards them in his 6" spike heel sandals and fishnet stockings, the tops of which weren't even covered by the dress he was wearing, exposing the garters that held them up. His toenails bright red against his all white attire, and the rings on his toes caught his mothers eyes and she turned away and smiled as she rolled her eyes at her husband. Martin's hands were manacled in front of him and of course he wore the Bliss Mask. His hair teased nice and high for this special occasion by Leanne and a large bow was pinned in the back, which was fast becoming a fashion statement for Martin. Even the Baron was in a suit. Martin had only ever seen the Baron wear a suit, well and his birthday suit. Everyone was so elegant and semi formal and here he stood in a skin tight sequined dress that was barely mid thigh and a D-cup padded bra pushing the front of his dress out in a display of exhibitionism that made Martin feel even more degraded. "Marcia, these are my parents," the Baron said as Martin stood in front of them. "My mother Constance, and my father Leonard, but you can call him Leo." he smiled as he introduced them. Looking to his parents the Baron then said, "And this is my lovely bride Marcia." he smiled as he kissed Martin on the side of his head. Martin pulled away as he was kissed staring at the mother. Constance stood up and slowly walked around Martin evaluating him up and down as she appraised the image he portrayed. "Oh my," Constance said appraising Martin. "What's the matter honey? Your mother dressed you like a girl and wouldn't let you play with the other boys when you were little?" She smiled as she ran her hand down his dress. "Mmmppff...." Martin pulled back from her touch insulted by her remark.. "Is this how your new bride dresses for special occasions?" she said looking to the Baron now. "You think this is appropriate? Skirt is a little short don't you think?" she continued her assessment. "You think you look sexy dressed like this, don't you. Hmmmm?" she asked. "You put on some spike heels, a short, short dress. and some stockings. You even painted your toenails. How quaint." she smiled looking at his feet. "I bet your mother is so proud of her son." "MMPPFFF!!!!" Martin grunted as he jerked away from her hand again that was now squeezing his padded chest. "Isn't she beautiful mother." "HE!!! Isn't HE beautiful," she said correcting him. "This is a man Anthony, not a woman." She looked hard at her son then softened her look and looked at Martin. "At least for now he's a man," she smiled. Martin felt a sinking feeling inside. She was evil, he could feel it. As she stared at the mask she waved her hand for her husband and son to leave her alone with Martin. She had an elegance to her look. Attractive, even glamorous, with a warm smile, yet she was cold inside. "Give us some time alone please. I'm entitled to that as the mother of the groom." she said looking through the eye holes in the mask into Martin's eyes. "MMMPPFFF!!!" Martin snorted loudly as the Baron kissed Martin on the side of the head. Martin pulled away, backing up and stomping his heels. Glaring at the Baron as he exited the room with his father, Martin's fist were clenched but cuffed at his waist. She circled Martin grinning. "So you're the little slut who has somehow seduced my son into marriage." she smiled as the words had bite. "MMPPFF!!!" Martin shook his head. "OH YES! YOU ARE A SLUT!" she raised her voice. "And a........... pervert I might add." she spat out at the end. "Why would a young man such as yourself want to dress like this?" "MMPPFF!" Martin was shaking his head frantically. "SHUT UP YOU WHORE!! I don't want to hear your excuses as to why. Anybody that would present themselves dressed as you are is a SLUT!" she said again. Martin realized that his reactions were being misinterpreted by her. She thought he was objecting to being called a slut and a whore, trying to defend his situation, when in fact he was denying all of it. "I'm innocent" he wanted to scream out. "So you got in his pants, and somehow got a ring on your finger." she looked at her nails and then at Martin. "You must be really proud of yourself. Well..........that mask tells me you have had sex with him, and now you think I'm going to just accept this like I would any other girl?" Martin just stared at her teary eyed in frustration. He didn't want to give her any opportunities to take verbal swipes at him again. She appraised him again as she circled. "What did you have to offer that a real woman didn't." "Mmm," Martin moaned. "Shut up!" she snapped. "Anybody can wear sexy clothes. Hmmmm........it must have something to do with promises of sexual grandeur, and the satisfaction a man could bring to the show. Am I getting close? He likes the way you spread your legs in bed for him? Or are you on your knees? I can see you are the type who loves to suck dick aren't you. You're the type that gives guys blowjobs in parking lots or driving down the road in the car, it really doesn't matter with you does it:?" She looked for a reaction from him. "You swallow don't you!" she said grinning. She paused and looked out the window for a moment organizing her thoughts. "I'm sure you have many boyfriends" then she turned back to the young man wearing the mask of a lady climaxing. "The only thing you could bring that a real woman couldn't, is you have a penis, but my son is not a homosexual!" she said raising an eyebrow. "MMPPFF!!" Martin shook his head. He couldn't take this anymore. "Ok, ok." she said. "I think he married you just to make me angry. He doesn't love you honey and never will. He's just showing me how weird things can get if I don't agree to certain things financially. I know that is it." Constance believed this was all a scam on her son's part and Martin must have been in on it, or promises had been made for his help. "Well I'll tell what I'm going to do to help you out. I think it only appropriate that we have commitment here to this family and this marriage. If you want to live like a woman in this family and be accepted, I will insist you be one. I don't know how, but I will convince my son that you need to have your penis and testicles removed, and I'll get you a nice huge pair of breasts to go along with it. Would you like that?" Martin shook his head NO as he stamped his foot, and screamed through his gag again. "No? I thought this is what you wanted? Not part of your plan is it?" she smiled a sinister smile. "Well let's just say there may be modifications to your plans. I'll push whole-heartedly forward on this for you then. I will not have a MAN pretending to be a WOMAN in this family. You will have to change. When you have been castrated...........and yes you will be castrated," she said glancing up at him, "I will settle with Anthony. He will no longer need your services and divorce you. Even if I have to concede to his demands. You might gain a little money, but you will lose a little manly pride in the process." She then smiled. "That is how I feel about you and your little seduction game ......What did you say your name was again?.......Marcia?" she smiled as Martin backed away. "Where are you going young man? What did you expect. I'd just play along? I'm trying to help you honey. I'm your mother." she laughed now. Martin held his hands out so she could clearly see they were cuffed to his waist. "I'm not part of a scheme! I'm a prisoner here damn it!" His mind raged but he couldn't say a word. "Yes, yes, I see your fingernails. Very pretty," she said as she turned. "I have no problems with your wanting to dress and act like a woman Marcia. To each his own I say, but you are pushing into a private family matter and I will not be tolerate it." The Baron and his dad now entered the room again. Constance was composed once more and walked over to her son with a smile, "He's everything I thought he'd be Anthony." "She is special isn't she," the Baron gave a smile as he looked at Martin. "I warned you about this years ago Anthony." she said as she was staring at Martin. "All the whores and sluts would throw themselves at you promising you anything you desired just to have some of your wealth," she turned and looked at her son. "So why did you allow yourself to be seduced by this tramp?" she hissed in a low voice. "This is a man." "Mother, I'm in love with Marcia," he said as he smiled remaining very calm. "Why Anthony? What has this man promised you that you feel you needed to marry him. Look at him. He's just a crossdressed man that looks like a slut," she said throwing up her hands at Martin. "What are you up to Anthony. I'm not buying you're in love with this guy. I've seen you with too many beautiful women." "Mother, why are you so upset?" The Baron said looking for an answer. "First of all, that's my Bliss Mask that pervert is wearing!!" she screamed in anger. Martin and Leo both were startled by the sudden change of mood."I wore that mask during my wedding consummation and your sister wore it during her consummation. The family women have a pride in that mask and you put it on some pervert in a dress? Yes I'm upset about that. Why didn't you just let him wear my wedding dress too while you were at it?" she sneered at her son. "We had her try your wedding dress on but it didn't fit, properly. I didn't want it to be altered since it was a keepsake of yours," the Baron said with a slight grin. "She wore Melissa's wedding dress instead. We had it altered for her." "You let him wear your sister's wedding dress?" she pointed at Martin as she tried to stay calm. "Tradition mother. Of course She wore something from each of the women closest to our hearts," he said looking at his bride. "She wore her grandmothers earrings, Melissa's wedding dress, and her mother's favorite perfume." "And my dress. You wanted him to wear my dress, but it wouldn't fit him. I can't believe you let him put it on." "Yes. So he wore your panties with the cute little saying on the back you wore on your wedding night," he smiled. Constance glared at her son for a moment then looked at Martin shaking her head in disapproval and then hissed at her son as she walked away, "You should be ashamed of yourself." Martin feared what this woman may be capable of. She was very angry........and very powerful. * Please let me know if you'd like this tale to continue here. I will be spending more time developing other stories to post. Feedback indicates this may need a break here for now. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 13 Martin left the dining room on with his husband and was taken back to see Leanne. Once again Martin found it most difficult to keep up wearing such high heels, occasionally having to run a couple of steps to keep pace. He couldn't get out of his head what his mother had said. Was she serious? She seemed very angry with him, blaming him for this entire situation and trying to make him pay a price for his conquering of her son's affections. An unintended cost to him, at least in her mind. Martin was glad to get out of there. "My mother loved you. She is so happy to have you in the family," the Baron said as they walked. Martin looked at him through the Bliss Mask. "This guy is crazy. Didn't he see the same thing he had just witnessed?" he thought as his calves began to ache again from the running on his toes in his high heels to keep up. "I must go for now. Enjoy your afternoon my sweet? You are so beautiful today my bride. I will count the minutes till we are together again tonight my love," the Baron said kissing Martin on the cheek of the mask as he caressed Martin's butt with his other hand. The white sequined dress Martin wore was so tight that little was left to the imagination. From his padded bustline that pushed out from his chest in cones that demanded attention, to the skirt that was so short it didn't even cover his stocking tops and garters. Martin felt like a such a fool, but his husband loved it, and found it hard to resist his own desires. Martin squirmed and twisted in the Baron's embrace as Leanne had just come out to take charge of Martin. She smiled as she approached them. "I love you my sweet," the Baron said softly as he released Martin. "Mmmmffff," Martin grunted holding his arms extended to the Baron. He hated any terms of endearment from this man. As he backed away only to have Leanne take his arm. "How was your time with the parents Mrs. Vargos?" she asked taking his arm and escorting him back in the room. "Mmmmm......." he moaned and followed her in. Anything to get away from that pervert they called his husband. "Well, let's get your mask off and then remove that tape. That sound good?" she said offering the styling chair for him to sit down in. As Martin sat down in the chair, Leanne once again secured him in the chair using all the straps before she continued. She pinned his hair out of the way so she could get to the straps of the mask and unbuckle them. As she worked she talked to him trying to feel out his emotional state. "I hope your visit with the Baron's parents was a pleasant one," she said hunting another strap on the back of his head. "MMMMM!!" Martin snorted, jerking his head away from her and staring at her in the mirror. "It's alright Mrs. Vargos. Let me get this mask off you and then you can talk." It was as Leanne had thought. She knew when she had been instructed to tape his mouth closed it was going to be a touchy situation in that room. Martin did not resist as his head was turned back and Leanne continued her removal of the Bliss Mask. When the final strap was released, Leanne took the mask and slowly moved it away from Martin's face. Martin's eyes were red and teary. He was also a little red faced and the tape was still wrapped tightly around his mouth. "There......Isn't that much better," Leanne said looking at him in the mirror with a smile. "MMMM...." Martin glared back. "OK, OK." she laughed, "Let's get that tape off now." Leanne's laughter only angered Martin more. This was not funny. Being dressed and undressed by a woman was humiliating enough. Being dressed as a woman for the pleasures of the man that was his husband was just too degrading. Holding Martin's head firmly with one hand, Leanne pulled the tape off a strand at a time. When the last strand was pulled Martin reacted. "OUCH!" In frustration, he jerked at the chair restraints as the last piece of tape was pulled off. "There now, much better," Leanne said as she turned to get a few things. "Leanne this has got to stop. You can't do this to me anymore." He sounded almost exhausted. She turned and looked at him as he spoke. "Yes I can," she said looking at him as if to say "Who do you think is in charge here?" "His mother is a crazy bitch," he shook his head. "She thinks I seduced her son into this marriage for his money or to manipulate her for money in some kind of conspiracy with her son. I don't know. She is irate." He looked up at Leanne, "I'm the victim here damn it." Martin looked around gathering his thoughts for a moment, "She kept calling me a slut and said I was dressed like a whore, like I was trying to impress her or something." "Oh my!" Leanne responded surprised, "She didn't like your appearance?" Leanne seemed genuinely concerned now. "Did she say anything about me?" "NO!!! She didn't say anything about you," Martin said in a mocking tone. What nerve Leanne had. Worried that her little "dress the guy up like a girl" game might have been criticized, not hearing a word of the real dilemma. "Thank heavens." Leanne said in obvious relief. "I think you look very sexy and cute in those white stockings. I know your husband was...." Martin interrupted her. "She is threatening to cut my dick off Leanne!" he yelled to get her attention. She's insisting I have sex change," he spat out. "Said she is going to pay to have it done herself, like it is to be some kind of punishment for me." Martin yelled at her again. "She said she can only allow REAL women in this family." He looked at Leanne, his hair all a mess from the mask being removed. "That's fine with me I'll leave right now. I don't want to be in this sick family in the first place." "Oh Mrs. Vargos. That's great news! Right?" Leanne said with a smile. "What???" he lashed out No" it's not. I didn't ask for this crap Leanne. Get me out of here before these crazies get their hands on me." "Now Mrs. Vargos, you told me last night, before you went into the bedroom to join your husband that you wanted to be a woman. Have a sex change even. Remember? You wanted to have breast and a pussy like areal woman." She studied him as she recalled the conversation. "This would be good news for you then. Right?" she said considering things. "She pays for your sex change and then you can get the annulment you want from the Baron, and she will even help you get there. What's wrong with that? Sounds like a good deal for you," she smiled. Martin was so frustrated and horrified at the same time. He knew Missy's plan wouldn't work. Now it was only adding to his problem. Both women were pushing the sex change angle, both with the intent of getting him out of this marriage. "But it's not suppose to go this way," he thought. Martin stared at his feet. The high heels he was wearing with all the rings on his toes, each one of his toenails painted a bright red. "I've got to get the hell out of here," he thought as he sat waiting on Leanne. An escape was the only solution now. "Mrs. Vargos, would you like to spend your free time today walking in the garden........alone?" Leanne asked. "I can arrange that if you wish. I do have a lot of prep work to do today before your last night of your consummation." "Yes. I would like that," Martin said politely but with no emotion. "Do I get to have a large pole stuck up my ass again?" he remarked with attitude recalling the day before when he stood on the veranda. "You know how much I enjoyed that." "Your language Mrs. Vargos. We will need to work on your social graces for sure," she said with a raised eyebrow, "but to answer your question, no not today ma'am. Leanne patted him on the shoulder and gave him a smile as she held up the red satin drawstring bag. "We need to put this over your head for now Mrs. Vargos, so Lisa can enter the room and assist in dressing you today." Martin looked away and gave a slight disapproving shake of his head, but kept his chin high so Leanne could easily slip the bag over and pull the strings closed around his neck. He felt Leanne tying the drawstring then undoing the straps on the chair. All the straps accept his wrist were removed. Then Leanne softly said, "There. Can't have anyone looking at that pretty face while you are consummating your marriage with your husband. I'm going to bring Lisa in now," she said as she cupped his cheeks in her palms gently. Martin heard the sound of high heels coming down the hallway. They got louder as Lisa entered the room. Lisa walked in and very enthusiastically and said, "There she is." "We're ready to get him dressed for a little quiet time in the garden Lisa," Leanne said. "He wants to walk alone today. I think that would be good for him.." "That's great Leanne!" Lisa said excited. "That means he'll be wearing the collar then I assume?" "Oh yes. He has to wear the collar," Leanne said in a more serious tone now. "What the hell is the collar and why do I have to wear it.?" the voice from the hooded head said. "The collar is designed so you can be alone but keeps you from wondering off." Lisa said with a giggle. "Like some kind of dog collar?" his voiced sounded dumbfounded. I'm not wearing a damn dog collar." Martin hissed. "Oh well, yes it's similar to a dog collar, but it looks much nicer ma'am. It's actually very pretty to look at. You will be able to roam a designated area without a problem. The collar has strobe lights that will flash and a loud piercing alarm will sound if you stray from the designated area. It is locked around your neck of course so we can find you, but that shouldn't be a problem should it Mrs. Vargos? You're just going for a nice refreshing walk in the garden today, right?" Lisa said daring him to say otherwise. "I'll walk wherever I please. It's my estate." Martin insisted. "Oh did I mention the collar delivers a nice little electric jolt every 30 seconds once it's activated? It will only stop when the batteries run down or you are found and it is manually shut off." Lisa smiled. Though Martin couldn't see her, he sensed it her smirk. "Leanne," Martin yelled, "This is absurd. I don't need a collar. We talked. You know I'm not going to do anything like that. You promised me some free time. This is not free time." Martin was furious at this development. "Mrs. Vargos, I'm so sorry you're upset. I have no choice but to put the collar on you if you wish to roam alone and not have to wear your restrictive jewelry or have an escort with you." Leanne hesitated, "It will be alright Mrs. Vargos. I know you will do what you say, and the collar will be nothing more than a pretty decorative choker." Leanne undid the straps on Martin's wrist and they stood him next to the chair. Lisa immediately went about undressing Martin. "Please turn around Mrs. Vargos so I can unzip your dress," Lisa said firmly. As she pulled down Martin's sequined dress, she asked how things went with the news. She was curious after all. "Did you enjoy your news? Did you make a good first impression ma'am? I'm sure you did." "Oh yeah. She loved me. She said I looked like a whore, and you know how she loves men who dress up like whores." Martin was being sarcastic. Lisa laughed, "Well, I guess you do look like a whore ma'am, in a way. But let me say, you look like a classy whore and not some two bit street hooker. Nothing at all wrong with looking like a whore I guess," she said sliding Martin's panties down to his ankles. Martin now stood naked in front of the two women. Trying to cover his penis in front of these two women, but what was the use, they did as they pleased anyway. "Oh my Mrs. Vargos. You are going to be wearing a bikini bathing suit today for your walk." Lisa giggled. "Going to get a little sun today,," she said holding up the bottoms to take a good look. "What? Martin looked about in the darkness of the hood.. "These are so cute Leanne," she gushed. Lisa was enjoying dressing a man in women's clothes. Especially the male brides, as she had no sympathy what so ever for their feelings on the matter. To her, they were to be nothing more than pseudo women and were to pretend they were women. She didn't understand herself why two men would join together and do this, but she had seen it more than once. After all, his situation was not her fault, and he was going to be dressed as a woman anyway. She didn't have a guilty conscious when it came to feminizing these men. Lisa knelt down in front of the nude Martin so she could guide the bikini bottom up his legs. Leanne steadied Martin as he lifted his leg to step into the bikini bottom Lisa was holding for him. She slid it up his legs and once again Martin's testicles were exposed, hanging out slightly of the edges of the bikini brief. Lisa handled Martin's penis and placed it in the brief so it was upright, but bent as it was limp as could be, but he was so well endowed. it couldn't adequately be covered with the bikini. The bulge from his limp penis was so obvious in the stretch bikini material. "The Baron's mother was not happy with our Marcia, Lisa," Leanne said putting the bra over Martin's arms. "She was very upset that he and the Baron had gotten married without her consent. Seems as though it would be ok if Martin didn't have all that extra baggage between his legs," Leanne said as they both laughed. "She was pissed because you put her Bliss Mask on me." Martin yelled in frustration. "What?" Leanne sounded surprised. "I didn't know the Baron's mother had worn a Bliss Mask." Leanne looked at Lisa. "Me either. I know his sister did," Lisa said as she turned Martin around. "I was the one that assisted her in her consummation period. I just assumed this was another mask that looked like it. She wore it so proudly when out in public too." "They both wore that same mask on their wedding nights, and now you are making me wear the damn thing. She was really pissed about that and told the Baron so," Martin stressed his point by gesturing wildly with his hands in his darkness.. "Oh my," Lisa laughed, "Well that does make it a very special moment, now that you are wearing it also, doesn't it." "It's not funny damn it. How do you think I feel being paraded around in that mask that says to everyone who see's it I'm being fucked by her son every night, so they can all celebrate that this consummation is going just fine." Martin was yelling now, "Give it back to her. I'm not going to let you put it on me again. I think that is what is pissing her off so much anyway." he argued. "You may be right ma'am," Leanne said, "I didn't know it was her mask. I'm sure she is upset and feels somewhat violated by you wearing such a personnel item of hers. Especially if she didn't know about it before. I know I would be, but you are going to have to wear it in public through tomorrow Mrs. Vargos. I'm sorry ma'am, but you have absolutely no say in the matter," Leanne said as she finished padding his bra. Martin pushed away from her and stood blindly in the middle of the room with the hood still over his head.. His fist clenched as was his jaw, but they couldn't see that. Leanne was getting more concerned about Martin's sense of hopelessness and the inevitable. Leanne took him by the arm and said softly, "C'mon Mrs. Vargos, why don't we have a seat in the chair so I can finish getting you ready for your walk." Lisa took his other arm firmly as they eased him to the chair and turned him around to be seated. "I'm a man Leanne. I shouldn't be treated like this." Martin whined and sounded tearful as he was backed to the chair by the two women and seated again and the straps added. "I know you are Mrs. Vargos," Leanne said as she strapped his wrist to the chair arm. "You're such a pretty man too. Most men don't get the opportunity to live and dress like women. You're so lucky," Lisa said. She was not sympathetic to his plight at all. "SHUT UP!!" Martin lashed out from under the hood. As they finished strapping him in, Lisa put a pair of 6" white, high heel sandals on his feet. Martin's long bare legs rose out of the heels and ended in an obviously male crotched bikini bottom. "With those sexy long legs and sexy high heels I'll bet you will turn some heads Mrs. Vargos." Lisa teased as she was getting ready to go. "And those bright red toenails and all those toe rings........oh my Mrs. Vargos, you are such a fashion Jezzebel," she gushed. "STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!......... I don't want to be a woman like this," came the soft sobbing reply from inside the bag. "You're making me a mockery of a woman. This has to stop," Martin's voice faded. Lisa looked at Martin's crotch and firmly gripped his penis through the bikini and adjusted his penis so the head stuck out just over the waist band and gave it a little wiggle and laughed, "Believe me Mrs. Vargos, you're not a woman." "Ummm..........Lisa I think it's time." Leanne said ready to move things along. "Oh.......right. I'll see you in a few minutes..........pretty lady. Lisa left the room and Leanne locked the door. After removing the hood Leanne looked through some drawers looking for the collar. A she searched Martin couldn't help but notice the butt plugs, dildos, ball gags, condoms, lubricants and other feminizing items that were being exposed as Leanne opened and closed the drawers. He was obviously not the first man to be put through this kind of experience. "OK.... now, where is that box," Leanne pondered a moment, "Ah here it is!" she said at last. Leanne opened the box and took out a white patent leather collar. Leanne held it up for Martin to see. His eyes were still teary. "No Leanne. Please don't humiliate me any further in front of these people." He looked at the collar as she came back to the chair. It looked like it was covered with rhinestones of many colors. The rhinestones were actually the strobe lights that would indicate where he was if he left the area. The collar was 2" wide and had a gold buckle. Two small alarm speakers were on each side and there were several metal contacts on the inside of the collar to persuade him with a jolt if he set the thing off. There was a square box on the back for the battery unit, and the GPS. Martin shook his head as Leanne walked behind the chair. She put her had under his chin and raised his head. "Leanne.......please don't put that on me." he said softly slowly shaking his head. "That's it Mrs. Vargos. Hold still right there." She put the collar around Martin's neck and buckled it tightly in place. She pushed a button to activate the collar and two small LCD's flashed slowly indicating it was activated. "How's that Mrs. Vargos? It's a pretty collar isn't it.?" she smiled patting his shoulder as she turned away. "It's degrading to do this to someone Leanne." he said turning his head to see what she was up to now. "It has to be done Mrs. Vargos. Deal with it silently please." Lisa was tired of his whining. The frustration was now just too much as Martin began to sob as Leanne picked up the Bliss Mask. "Oh god no. Leanne no!" were the last words he said as the mask that told the world what was happening in his bedroom each night was again fitted to his face. Leanne strapped the Bliss Mask over Martin's face, then set his hair in rollers for the afternoon as the near broken man cried the whole time. Leanne had set his hair in curlers. The straps from the mask were visible between the rows of curlers this time. She left Martin strapped in the chair alone for half an hour so he could regain his composure. Once she let him out of the chair, Martin stood wearing a white bikini, with the head of his penis protruding from the waist band, and 6" high heel sandals. His ears were adorned with long clip on earrings and his fingernails and toenails were gorgeous in the bright red nailpolish he was forced to wear. And of course a tight set in his hair with brush rollers. Martin looked at Leanne. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 13 "You can't be serious. Why do I have to go outside like this? To humiliate me even more?" he held his hands out to make a point. He stuck his penis back in the bottoms as best he could. "Oh no ma'am, I thought you might like to get a little sun while you were out today." Leanne said as she took sunblock and began covering his entire body with it. Martin hadn't thought about that. Getting some sun would leave bikini tan lines on him, top and bottom. He looked at her like she would change her mind. "This might just be a little too over the top Leanne." he said. "At least make me presentable instead of some kind of foolish joke." "Is it the rollers?" she asked looking him over. "I'll put a scarf around your curlers if you like." she said pulling out a white satin scarf. "No it's not the rollers," he said mocking her. "In case you haven't noticed, I have a cock and balls in my shorts. That's why I'm self conscious," he said trough gritted teeth as she wrapped the scarf around his curlers and tied it under his chin. "Well we can't do anything about that," she said. "At least not right now." Leanne unlocked the door and called out, "Lisa you can come in now. He's ready." Lisa walked in the room busily texting on her phone as she entered She looked up and squealed, "Oh my god, she looks so cute! Wait, I have to get a picture of her," Lisa said holding up her phone. "I don't know Lisa." Leanne said cautiously. Pictures during a consummation?" "Oh come on please Leanne.........just one?" "NO! I don't want my pict...." Martin was cut off. "Okay. Just one, but hurry up." Leanne said backing away. Martin looked to Leanne as she backed away and returned his attention to Lisa only to have the flash of his picture being taken affirm that he had been photographed in this humiliating swimsuit. "Hmmm.....sexy," Lisa cooed looking at the shot on her camera phone. "Martin please step over here." Leanne called opening up the drawer once more that had the butt plugs. "Do you have a preference on the color of your butt plug?" she said as they looked at them. There were pink, black, and a rather strange looking one that was white with pink polka dots. They all had built in vibrators. They were also all large and the same size. "Forget it!" Martin said backing up bumping into a security person who had just entered the room. Martin pulled against the man as Leanne said, "Bend him over the counter here, that will be fine." "No," Martin yelled a she was bent over. Lisa pulled his bottoms down and inserted a nozzle attached to an enema bag. She allowed exactly one cup of warm soapy water to enter Martin's bottom, before pulling it out and allowing Leanne to insert the butt plug. "AHHHH!!!" Martin screamed out as the black plug was installed. His bikini bottoms were pulled back up and the control knob from the butt plug was poking out against the material making it obvious something was there. "There you go Mrs. Vargos. I'd say you are ready to go now." Lisa waling to the sink with the enema bag. Martin stood up and was released from the firm grip that had held him. "Take it out." Martin looked at the girls who were looking at him like bimbos now fluttering their eyelashes. "Why?" Lisa asked as they both broke out laughing. "Take it out," he said again. 'I'll take the butt plug out after you finish your walk Mrs. Vargos." Leanne said. "The sooner you get back, the quicker it will be removed," she said raising an eyebrow. "Okay, it's time to take him out now Lisa," Leanne said taking Martin's arm. "No wait. I don't want to go out. Not like this." Martin began to struggle with Leanne and Lisa. He found it hard to hold his ground on such high heels as he continued to stumble forward. "Come on Mrs. Vargos, be a good girl and step outside and have a nice walk," Lisa said laughing and opening the door. "Wait!" Martin said in obvious panic through the mask he was wearing. "Now Mrs. Vargos, please don't make us have to put restraints on you today. Be a nice girl and go for your walk. You will feel so much better afterwards," Lisa said as she smiled at the reluctance of this new bride to step out of the house. "Do I need to call security? Will you cooperate? I know," she grinned, "How about if I fill that enema bag up just a little more?" "NO!!!" Martin yelled as he was forced toward the door. "The butt plug vibrates." she said reaching to his bottom and switching it on high speed. "How's that?" she grinned. "Need more soapy water?" Martin hung his head and shook his head no, as he stepped outside with the two women. "There now that wasn't so bad now was it?" Lisa adjusted Martin's bra. She also adjusted his penis again so it was a little more visible. "You look very sexy with those long leg." Lisa smiled. "Mrs. Vargos. Just follow the paved path over to where you met your mother yesterday by the gazebo, and from there you will find a nature path that will lead you through some natural areas and back to the house on the west side. I will be there when you've finished your walk." Leanne nudged him along. "Go on now." Martin walked away slowly his hips swaying as he could not help it with those heels on and that plug up his ass. He didn't look back as he walked, his head scarf covering his rollers blowing in the wind. "He cried in the styling chair today Lisa. He's feeling near broken I believe." Leanne said watching Martin walk away. "So what? She needs to learn to control her emotions better then. I think she looks absolutely delicious." Lisa smiled. "If she needs to cry, let her cry." "Yes, well I hope he can get a better grip after this consummation is over. The Baron wants more. I know this is a lot for him all of a sudden. I mean in two days he's gone from your average male persuing women, to the bride of a man while he's dressed as a woman." she looked at Lisa. "Oh please Leanne. She has nothing to complain about. If it was up to me that man would be in frills like you wouldn't believe." Lisa looked firmly at Leanne. "Yes, but his attire and public image is my job. The Baron has a certain look he desires. He's not your doll to just dressup Lisa," Leanne looked back at the bikini clad image as he walked further away. "That may be true, but his deportment and social graces are my responsibility after this consummation is over," she gave a smile, "I'll show you how a real woman should act. Even one with a dick," she said walking back in the house. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 14 Martin walked down the walkway his heels clicking loudly as he moved quickly away from the house. He felt almost naked walking in the bikini that Leanne had seen fit for him to wear out today. Wearing 6" spiked heel sandals and his hair in curlers covered with a large white scarf tied under his chin, he walked with his head slightly bowed as he thought about his situation. He felt embarrassed as a couple of the staff took notice of him then returned to what they were doing. "I've got to get out of here," he thought to himself as he realized the head of his penis was still exposed out the top of his bikini bottoms. He reached down and pulled the material over it as best he could. The bikini bottoms were just too small to totally contain his maleness. He walked over to the 8' high stone walls and touched them. He looked back over his shoulder to see if anyone was still watching. He felt he was far enough away to take a look around. The mask partially obstructed his view as he had to turn his head rather than just shifting his eyes to see things around him. "Am I in a prison of some kind`?" he thought. His only desire in life now was to escape. All the weird advise and supposed goodwill he was getting on how do that, well quite frankly now sucked in his opinion. Martin walked along the wall as if he was just admiring the flowers the gardeners had so beautifully planted and cared for. Martin came to the garden area where he had met with Missy earlier. He was walking at a steady pace now as he pondered his options. The pressure in his ass from the butt plug was causing some discomfort and was causing him to walk a little faster, as he didn't know how long it would take to get back to the house going this way. "Good morning Mrs. Vargos," a male voice startled Martin, "Enjoying your walk?" Martin turned to find a woman sitting on the bench where he and Missy had discussed his annulment strategy earlier. Except when he looked closer the woman was actually a man dressed as a woman, but he was so much more refined in his look and seemed more at ease than Martin in his feminine state. Martin walked closer his heels clicking slowly on the sidewalk. The man had a pleasant smile on his fully madeup face as he motioned for Martin to sit down. "Why don't you have a seat. I'm sure it is difficult walking around in such high heels. especially out here." Martin sat down and the the knob on the butt plug he was wearing hit the wood bench causing an audible vibration sound that Martin quickly shifted to eliminate. Dorothy gave a slight laugh. "Oh I see. Don't be embarrassed, things like that happen. Is it uncomfortable?" "What do you think? Is this what I'm supposedly out here alone for? To meet with you?" Martin said taking in this guys appearance. He was beautifully dressed in a pink full skirted dress with a white collar. He had a wide white 3" belt at his thin waist and white 4" pumps on his feet. His hair was in an updo he had worn as part of the wedding party. "So what is your part in all this?" Martin said standing in front of him almost naked, clad only in his white bikini. "My part? Mrs. Vargos, I was asked if I'd mind talking with you," he said looking at his long red fingernails. "I said I had nothing really to say to you," the man said looking up at Martin now. "I was then asked if I'd come out here anyway, in case you had something you wanted to talk about. I said sure. So here we are." "So why are you dressed like that?' Martin sounded a little hot now looking at this guy. "Am I suppose to feel better about all this shit just because another guy is dressed like a girl too? Is everybody around here crazy?" " "Actually Mrs. Vargos, I think we are all crazy in some ways," he said calmly as he held out his hand to Martin, "My name Dorothy dear," he said crossing his legs. "Well then, my name is Martin. I'm being held as a prisoner here, and I'm being forced to serve as this guys wife and sex slave. I'm being held against my will." Martin stomped his foot in anger. "They tie me down to do all this girl stuff to me. Can you help me get out of here?" Martin said hoping for a positive response. "No. Why would you want to leave all this?" is all Dorothy said. "Why? Because I'm being held against my will you bimbo. How can I get out of here?" "I don't know." Dorothy said looking about like some dizzy blonde. "Then what good are you? What are we supposed to do discuss how pretty we look in our dresses?" Martin glared at the glamorously feminized man. "Martin, I'm the only one wearing a dress here, you are barely wearing a bikini. Do you like my dress though Martin?" Dorothy smiled at him. "What's wrong with you. You're a man for god sakes." Martin looked through the mask trying to intimidate the sissy male in front of him. "Listen, I'm married to this bastard. They think this is all real here." "I was in your bridal party. It was a beautiful ceremony." "BEAUTIFUL?? My hands were tied behind my back and I was gagged at the altar, or did you not notice the obvious." Martin turned away. He wanted to just tell this person off and walk away, but it was the first time he had been able to discuss things openly with another person. He needed more information, even if that other person was a male bimbo that seemed to relish his role. Dorothy looked up at Martin his smile fading away now. "I'm not married Martin, but I was married for two years to a man also." "So you got out of it? How did you get out of this mess and why are you still dressed like a damn girl then? Did they brainwash you or something?" "No, I'm legally a widow Martin." he looked up at Martin to gauge his reaction. "You killed him?" Martin said astonished. "Oh no, no, no..........He died as answer to my prayers I think, but I had nothing to do with it. As for dressing like a girl, I just hang around now to inherit the money that is in a trust for me. I was not rich before, like you are. I will move on after the terms are all met. Probably another six months." "You have to be kidding me." Martin couldn't believe this guy would dress like this for another six months just for money. But then again Martin always had had money. "I was part of the same, same sex arranged marriage loophole in the law as you are Martin. It really sucks for us doesn't it. No pun intended," Dorothy smiled, "I feel the laws were never meant for guys like us to end up like this, but were twisted and argued in courts in perverse interpretations, to give you and I this wonderful life we now enjoy," Dorothy said as he allowed his hands to display himself as if he was a model displaying a desirable object. "I don't like wearing women's clothes anymore than you do Martin. What guy in his right mind WANTS to be treated like this. The law that allows us to be married to these men doesn't require we dress like women. Bet you didn't know that. It's our husband that requiring us to dress like women." Dorothy then chuckled, "It's funny you know, we also have to get Public Crossdressing Permits to be able to crossdress legally in public. You'll have to have one in your purse at all times when in public." "NO!...NO!...NO! I can't take this anymore." Martin said putting his hands on his curlered head. "We are wives to these men by law though. People stare at me when I'm in public and laugh or get angry and say things that are really hurtful," he said as he lowered his eyes. "Don't judge what you don't know Martin. We are not prisoners, we are legally, Male-brides." "So you're telling me you had to marry a man you didn't know in a perverted same sex, arranged, bullshit marriage, or whatever this is suppose to be?" "No. I actually knew my husband for years before we were married." Dorothy stared off in the distance as he gathered his thoughts, "We had been friends and I actually worked for him in his company." Dorothy looked at the Bliss Mask that didn't reflect the astonished look on the face behind it. "I guess at some point he approached my family about having an 'arranged marriage' with me. My family agreed to have me marry him, as he was a very wealthy man. Not as wealthy as your husband is though. They thought it would be best for me, with all that lifetime of security and stuff you know." he said with extreme sarcasm. "I'm sure my mother is very happy with her new lifestyle with all the endowment that was graciously bestowed on my family for my hand in marriage." Dorothy looked at Martin, "Let's just call it what it really is. I was sold Martin. I knew nothing about any of it till he asked me to marry him out of the blue one day on the golf course. I thought it was all a joke. I really did, then he insisted he loved me." Dorothy lowered his eyes again. "I had no choice in the matter it seems. I was taken away against my will and dressed in women's clothes, and I have dressed as a woman ever since. I then was very thoroughly wedded, bedded, told how much I was loved by my new husband and told how lucky I was by others." He now lifted his lashes and looked at Martin. "Come to find out my older brother, my mother, and grandparents, all gave their consent for my marriage to this man. I think that was the biggest blow of all." "Well I'm not going to just sit around and just accept being some guys Trophy Wife and I'm sure not just going to stay around and accept being fucked up my ass anytime this guy feels like it. Just because they dress me like a girl damn sure doesn't make me one," Martin said. "It's The Three Nights of Consummation, Martin. Once that's over, I'm sure the sex will be a lot less intense and frequent. A traditional pride thing, the consummation is for these guys. Life is much easier after the Coming Out Banquet." "The hell with tradition. Like I'm going to sleep with another man. I'm NOT a girl." Martin snorted. "Well, you're doing it all right now aren't you." Dorothy smiled. "Look Martin, after the consummation and the banquet, you can pretty much go anywhere you like. You can do as you please. You can act as a man if you want, do manly things, the only thing is you have to dress in feminine attire and present yourself as so. If you were a woman this would be more like you are being totally pampered while having a wonderful sexual experience. Treating you like a princess as you gladly surrender yourself to your husband. Women do this too you know. The tradition was originally just for women. They would get on the bed on their knees and put their arms out and forehead on the bed and offer themselves to their new husband to be seeded. The husband seeds his bride while standing and once he is finished he will relax on the bed or even sleep for a bit, and the bride would sit in a chair next to the bed as she anxiously waited to be seeded again. You and I get to participate because we are now officially wives," Dorothy said with much sarcasm. "So I've heard." Martin said reflecting back on Constance's tirade earlier. "You are heterosexual man I presume?" Dorothy gave a smile. "What do you think?" Martin hissed at the question. "The humiliation just never ends, because you are, and always will be, seen by others as nothing more than a man dressing up like woman. They see you as a feminized man Martin. Not a woman. That's why all the snickering and giggling by the girls and angry looks by the general public. There is no sympathy for your situation. And to top it all off, the public believes you like your new lot in life. You will never get used to it." " NO!!! I'm not going to be subjected to this as a lifestyle. I've got to get out of here. Can you help me get this damn mask off my face?" Martin stood. He was feeling the hot sun on his skin. It pissed him off knowing it was burning the image of the bra into his chest. "Oh no. I'm sorry. I won't do that. That's your Bliss Mask." "I know it's a Bliss Mask. Do you know what it's like wearing this thing? It's driving me crazy." Martin yelled. "Yes I do. I had to wear one. I wore mine when my husband met my parents at a nice public restaurant. I don't want to hear about your backyard embarrassments. Try wearing it in a public setting. Sitting in a restaurant watching while everyone else eats, and you have to continue your fasting till the banquet while wearing a stupid mask. Oh yeah, not to mention all the turning heads, stares, and whispering from all the other patrons. Oh they've all seen Bliss Mask worn in public before, but this time it's a guy dressed like a girl that makes it so novel to the public." "Why didn't you just leave, if you can go where ever you like?" "Well you can't just leave during the consummation as to many people are involved with you at that time. However, I did leave once Martin," Dorothy said as he stood up. Dorothy unzipped his dress and sat back down. He lowered his eyes almost shamefully as he slid the dress top down. Martin stepped back as he saw the cleavage Dorothy had in his bra. Dorothy had breast. He took his left breast and lifted it out of the bra cup for Martin to see. It was a firm breast and protruded and the nipple projected straight out when he released it. There was a small ring in his nipple, but the thing that caught Martin's eye the most was the nipple itself had been tattooed into a bright red flower. A rose. Martin was stunned yet found the site of this young man's situation strangely erotic. Dorothy revealed his other breast, and it too was tattooed with the same bright red rose on the nipple. "He had your nipples tattooed?" "Yes. Hurt like hell too. Two tattoo artist did both nipples at the same time while I was restrained. I was told it was to spare me repeated trips and discomfort." "He made you have breast implants to punish you for running away?" "Well, it was never really clear. I think he did, but I was told I got them because he thought I looked very sexy with breast, and of course you now how much he adored me." Dorothy quipped with sarcasm again."Do you like them?" Dorothy gave a slight smile of resignation, "You see Martin. I can wait another six months dressed like a lady to get that money. It really doesn't matter at this point. I have girls who I have sex with, and I live very well. I will stop doing all this the second I get the inheritance. I'll burn every feminine thing I own, cut my hair and then I'll worry about the tits." "How long did it take your dick to be able to erect again?" Martin asked. "What do you mean?" "They are giving me something that prevents me from having erections." Martin said. "I don't know. I was never given anything like that. I had concubines who visited with me while my husband was away. I never slept alone. I was always able to have sex with these women. They were all very beautiful women by the way. They were always dressed so sexy. All whores, but very beautiful whores." "He gave you women to sleep with?" "Oh yes. The women were only allowed to spend the night with me though. It was to keep me comforted while he was away. I think it also kept me sane in a way. I could do as I pleased with these girls. Of course I still had to dress as a girl when I was with them," he gave a smirk as he continued. "My husband selected the girls, who were all professionals by the way, and I could never have the same one visit me for more than a month. Then I would have a different girl. No long term relationships were going to develop with any of these girls. They ranged in ages from 18 to 50. I never was asked what I wanted in a girl, she would just present herself to me in the evening in my bedroom, get her little giggling episode from the initial sight of me dressed like a girl out of the way, then she would be mine for the entire night taking care of my manly sexual needs," he smiled as he reflected on some of the memories. "I'm sure you will get a concubine too," John gave him a smile. "It's just part of the relationship." "Oh yeah, a lot of good a girl in my bed will do me with a limp dick." Martin snorted. "Who said you would be getting a female?" Dorothy chuckled. "Your husband may decide to get you a male concubine for all you know. The hard throbbing cock in your relationship may not be your own you know. These people do what they want. Don't you know you are submitting yourself totally to your new husband and his whims?" Martin was furious with this guys ease of sitting there acting as if he was some pseudo girl, and being very comfortable in his role as he was saying all this. Martin had to know something though. He needed to know now. "STOP IT!! Can this marriage be annulled by requesting a sex change?" Martin couldn't believe he just said that, but the desire to know was greater than the humiliation of saying it. He had to know if Missy had lied to him. "Why yes, of course it can. I've heard that is one way in which the courts would accept an annulment in these cases." Dorothy smiled and looked at Martin. "I think such arguments are better suited for men like me than for you though." "What do you mean?" "Well Martin, I've been dressing and living as a woman for two years. I have had sex with men regularly during that time. If I was still married, I'd have a rather convincing argument for annulment based on a desire to have my sex changed to female. You on the other hand are just starting. Two days now? Getting them to believe you really want to be a woman may be a little more difficult just based on your lack of experience and enthusiasm of just looking and acting like a girl." Dorothy looked Martin over, "Now that bikini and those heels are rather over the top. I think if you were to stay over the top like that in front of the domestic help for a while.........well it can't hurt your case. Make them think you like it" "How long are you talking?" "Oh I'd give it at least a year if I were you." Dorothy said pondering the question. "A YEAR! I wouldn't give this place a single day of me cooperating in being a girl. I will fight them all the way. They will have to force me. I will never do this willingly." "And they will Martin," Dorothy said as he stood and placed his breast back in the cups of his bra, as he watched Martin eyes through the mask stare in disbelief. "Would you zip me up please Martin," Dorothy said turning his back to Martin. Martin zipped the dress for him. Dorothy held his hand out to Martin and said. "Come on let's walk together for a bit." "What? You want to hold hands? You may like this stuff, but I'm not going to do it." Martin spat out. "Look at us Martin. Look at you............We are dressed like girls Martin. GIRLS! Yes, we are going to hold hands. Why not? Does that make me want to suck your dick? No. I find such thoughts sickening, even after all the time I've been married. You might as well get the staff behind you on this annulment plan of yours, and being a HAPPY outrageous, flaming crossdressing male-bride in their eyes, is a good start for you." Martin took Dorothy's hand and walked away slowly. The wind was blowing the scarf that covered Martin's hair rollers, as the sun continued to burn the image of Martin's bikini into his chest, back and hips. Martin lowered his head as they walked. "Dorothy, how do I stop this? I don't want to be a girl." he said softly as they walked through a wooded area Martin was startled when he was grabbed by Dorothy by both arms. Martin tried to pull back but Dorothy shook him vigorously. "Listen to me Martin. Stop your whining," Dorothy said looking about now making sure no one was looking. "What are you doing?" Martin said struggling with him. "JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN," Dorothy hissed in a lower tone. "Run Martin," he told him staring hard into the mask. "The next chance you get, you need to try and get out of here." "You don't seem to be in much of a hurry to get out of your girly life. Why should I listen to you? What's going to happen?" The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 14 "Martin. If by wearing six inch high heels and running down main street totally naked with my dick and balls a swinging and my tits flapping for the entire town to see me would get me out of my situation, I would gladly do it. I can't be degraded anymore than I already have been. Unless you want to really be a girl, and they will accommodate you on that one I can promise you. You need to escape." Dorothy eased his grip on Martin and the tension eased also. "So how do I do that? What about this damn collar they put on me?" Martin said now listening and feeling fear creep into his being. "I don't have the answers for you. But I do know this, as I said before I can't be any more degraded as a male human being than I have already been. Yes, I am going to move on soon, but you will continue to live in this hell. If you think it's bad now, I promise you it can get worse, and it will." He released Martin now. "Don't go willingly Martin." Dorothy held out his hand and Martin this time took it without question and they walked along the path. Dorothy regained his composure and put a nice smile on his face again for all to see. "Good morning Mrs. Vargos," one of the gardeners said and smiled as they passed by. "Shut up!" Martin said as he dismissed the man without giving him a look. "Martin. The help are not your enemy here. They just work here. Be nice to them. You never know when you may need their help," Dorothy said quietly leaning into Martin's ear. "Use their dedication to their jobs to your own benefit." "Yeah, like what?' Martin looked over to him. "Just be yourself with them Martin, and be nice. Try and act like your appearance is normal. That's all."\ "Oh sure. I guess all the society wives walk around their gardens dressed like this." Martin said in a flippant response. "No, but you do, so get over it." "Whatever," Martin walked back toward the house holding hands with Dorothy. His mine was filled with all kinds of contradictions. He didn't know what was real. The reality seemed to be changing constantly. He did know one thing for sure, he was determined now than ever to fight his way out of here. Dorothy's little talk had filled Martin with fear and a new vigor to not allow other people to make the decision that he was better off not being male. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 15 M artin was in stunned silence as he walked hand in hand with Dorothy back to the house, their fingers interlocked. As they reached the house, Dorothy turned to face Martin and then, lowering his lashes, took Martin's hands in his hands and raised them to his lips and kissed them. "Good luck Martin," Dorothy said as he pulled Martin close. He kissed Martin again on the cheek of the Bliss Mask and whispered, "I'm sorry," in his ear before he stepped back, giving Martin a knowing smile, then turned and walked away leaving Martin standing there just outside the house, alone with his thoughts. "Sorry? What did he mean by sorry?" Martin was confused. As he watched Dorothy walk away in a well practiced feminine walk, Martin couldn't understand why he would continue to dress and live as a woman when he didn't have to do it anymore, or was there more to his story. The words of warning that Dorothy had just given him weighed heavily on Martin's mind, especially after seeing the huge breast that had acutally been forced on Dorothy. He had so many questions. He had been able to communicate with someone finally who understood how it felt to be a straight man in this situation, or at least acknowledged that this thing that was happening to him was all wrong. Martin looked to the door desperately needing to use the bathroom now and have this vibrating butt plug removed from his bottom. The cup of water enema that Lisa had administered before inserting the plug was now causing extreme discomfort and to cause cramps. As Martin approached "The House of Horrors" as he now saw it, Leanne stepped out to greet him. "Have a nice walk Mrs. Vargos." she said cheerfully taking him by the arm. "Yeah it was just great. Nothing I like more than walking around in front of the hired help wearing a bikini in the hot sun like some bimbo," he said with much sarcasm as he looked at her through the Bliss Mask, "Made my day." "Well that's nice. I see we got a little sun today too," she said smiling and lifting one of the bikini shoulder strap to examine his new tan lines. "Yes very nice," she said as she replaced the strap. "Was it really necessary to make me wear this bikini just for a tan? I can see no purpose other than you are just trying to degrade me more, trying to drive out the last of my masculine willpower. Are you happy now?" "Yes. Now Let's get you inside." "I need to use the bathroom," Martin said as he stepped inside the house. "I'm sure you do. I bet that enema you are holding is getting a little uncomfortable. We'll get that all done first." Leanne said guiding him by the arm to the toilet. Leanne bent Martin forward, "Now squat down just a little lower," Leanne said pushing his shoulder down. As Martin stood there squatted over the toilet. His legs shook as he tried to stand still. Suatting while standing on 5" heels put quite a strain on the legs. Leanne carefully pulled on the butt plug, twisiting it slowly back and forth as she eased it out of Marttin's anus. He was suddenly overcome with relief as the he sound of water running from his anus filled the room. Leanne guided him on down to the toilet seat where he expelled the enema while leanne was checking his hair. She unrolled one of the rollers and let it coil back to her satisfaction. As martin was finishing up she put the roller back in his hair. "See Mrs. Vargos, when you go for a nice walk around with a small amount of warm soapy water in your bottom, it works very well, though it does become somewhat uncomfortable after a while I'm sure. It does however, save us from having to administer a full size enema this evening, and I'm sure you would prefer a cup of soapy water being administered holding with a butt plug and walking around for little while. It's much better than having to kneel in the tub and having to hold a full enema bag of soapy water and the terrible cramps that can come from all that." "You think I should be grateful you gave me an enema I didn't want? Don't even talk to me about it." Martin said pulling up his bikini bottom. Martin was led back to the dressing room. "Let's get you cleaned up and on the massage table, so you can have a nice massage before we begin your preparations for this evening." "No massage Leanne. I'm fine without it." Martin's head was filled with visions of those girls squeezing his balls again and calling it a massage. He wasn't going to just let her strap him to that table so he could have that done again. He didn't care what happened. "Oh but Mrs. Vargos, you must have your massage ma'am." Leanne said as she turned and walked to the styling chair with all it's straps hanging. "Have a seat in the chair Mrs. Vargos so we can take your curlers out first, then we can take the mask off. We have so much to do as your husband has made many request for your last night of your consummation. Come on have a seat," she said patting the chair as she reached for the waist strap. Martin suddenly grabbed Leanne around the neck from behind catching her totally by surprise. After his meeting with Dorothy, the thought of the massage table torture, and then being used again sexually, as well as Dorothy's breast, had triggered Martin to just react. "Wait. Mrs. Vargos what are you doing? AGHH............" "I'm getting out of here." "Marcia. Stop this. You don't have to do this." Leanne said as Martin held the struggling woman around the neck from behind, and he now had one of her arms pulled up behind her back. "SECUR-," Leanne was cut short as she tried to call out for some assistance. "Just shut up Leanne. I'm not just going to let you strap me on that table so those girls can torture me again, and I'm sure as hell not going to sleep with the Baron tonight," Martin said reaching for the handcuffs on the counter. Martin cuffed Leanne's hands behind her back, and then picked up the roll of tape. Despite Leanne's resistance she soon found her mouth taped shut and only her muffled pleas could be heard now. "UMMPPHH! Leanne grunted as Mrtin grabbed by the hair and turned her around to face him. Martin stared at her through the Bliss Mask and smiled a nervous, hidden smile. Leanne attempted to twist away form him but Martin had a firm grip on her and forced her to lay face down on the floor. Holding Leanne's head firmly by her hair, he pressed her forehead to the floor as he squeezed his knees to each side of her head to hold her in place. Muffled screams filled the room as Martin unzipped the back of Leanne's dress. "SHUT UP! I'm not doing this for some sort of perverse enjoyment like you do with me, I have no choice Leanne. I've got to get out of here," Martin said reaching for the scissors. He cut Leanne's dress down the back from the bottom of the zipper to the hem of the skirt. Then he did the same with the sleeves. Martin then cut the bra straps and finally the panties from Leanne's wiggling bottom. Then taking Leanne once again by the hair he forced her to stand and all the cloth fell to the floor leaving Leanne totally naked. Her being pulled tight, Leanne stood there straight, eyes squinted. "Now Leanne, let's have a seat in the styling chair." "NNUMMFFFF!" she screamed again shaking her head wildly and kicking out with her feet as Martin pushed her toward the styling chair. Leanne fought Martin as best she could but found herself sitting in the chair and Martin pulling the straps tightly around her waist and chest, before uncuffing her, and then strapping her arms and legs until she was totally helpless to move. Leanne glared at Martin as she sat helplessly in the same chair she had forced him to shamefully sit in as she feminized, and demoralized his maleness as she prepared him for the sexual favors of another man. Martin stood in front of the chair and looked her over. "How do you like sitting in that chair Leanne. Not much fun is it?" he said as he approached closer. Martin reached between her legs and took the lips of her pussy in his fingers and pulled. Stretching them shaking them vigorously. He was amused at her hypocritical reaction. "UUMMPPHH!" Leanne looked wild eyed at him as he handled her. "What's wrong Leanne? Don't appreciate having your pussy handled by whoever just happens to be in the room?" Martin then reached and took both her nipples in his fingers and pulled and twisted them as he spoke. "What about this Leanne? This is nice isn't it? Having your nipples massaged?" Leanne's eyes squinted and a tear fell from her eye as she moaned out at the pain of her nipples being twisted and pulled so hard.. Martin suddenly heard a sound in the hallway. He released Leanne's tits and pinched her nose so she couldn't make a sound. "UUMMPPHH............" Leanne was now throwing her head back and forth as Martin held her nose. "Shut up," he growled in her ear as he watched the door. Whoever it was had moved on. Martin's thoughts were now refocused on the task at hand and that was getting out of here. No matter how much he relished the thought of giving Leanne some justified revenge, he had to hurry if he had any chance of getting out of here. He was surprised Lisa hadn't shown up, and knew she could appear at anytime and he wouldn't have a chance once she sounded the alarm. Martin took the full length, pink styling cape and draped it over Leanne. It covered to her knees. He then clasped it tightly around her neck. Martin grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. "Where's the key to this collar Leanne?" She just stared at him. Martin looked to the counter and picked up some electric shears and clicked them on. The buzz filled the room. He looked at her again. "I'm not playing. Where's the key Leanne, or I swear I'll shave your head. Now tell me, where's the key?" His eyes looked full of conviction through the mask. Leanne sneered. Martin forced Leanne's head down and pulled her hair up revealing the hairline at the back nap of her neck. He gripped her head firmly as the panic in her eyes showed. She felt the pressure of the clippers on her neck he began to slowly lift her hairline higher a little at a time. He then dropped her hair and pulled her head back again to face him. "That won't show, but what I do next will. Where's the key?" he said shaking her head now by the hair, "Or we will start on the front this time," he said placing the clippers on front of her head. "UUMMPPHH" Leanne screamed desperately as she frantically was pointing at the counter. Martin looked to the counter and in a bowl was a key. "Thank you so much Leanne." Martin said as he picked up the red satin drawstring bag from the counter. "Ah remember this," he said holding up the bag. "Oh yeah, you are going to get to wear it." Leanne fought Martin throwing her head back and forth trying to avoid the inevitable.With some effort, Martin pulled the bag down over Leanne's head. Leanne's head was now hidden from view inside the tight fitting bag with the string tied tightly around her neck. Martin stepped back and looked at Leanne in the chair now. "It would have to do" he thought looking her over once again. If someone were to look in the room, hopefully they would think the nude draped figure, strapped in the chair wearing the red hood was him, at least long enough for him to get some distance from this place. Martin now began the task of getting himself ready. He looked in the mirror and realized the mask and curlers would have to stay for now. He would be expected to be wearing the Bliss Mask in public anyway, and it would draw undue attention to himself if he took it off. And the curlers.........well he'd just have to wear them in his hair till he had more time. Martin stripped out of the bikini and put on a pair of panties and the white, D-cup padded bra he had been wearing. He took the white dress off the hanger that he had worn the day before when he had met with Missy in the garden. He looked at himself in the mirror as he slid the dress up and zipped it. It felt strange to be dressing himself as a woman, but this was solely so he could escape this hell, and not because he enjoyed wearing girls clothes. Martin sat down and slid a pair of white stockings up his legs. Before he slipped his feet back into the 5" heel, peep toe pumps. The pumps hurt his toes something awful. He had noticed another pair of white pumps in a box next to the dress stand. The peep toes were causing him so much discomfort now where his toes painfully protruded out the ends of the pumps, just so his red toenails could be admired by others as he walked about. The pain for fashion. The other pumps had no open toe, but had very feminine bows on the toes and heels, not to mention they had 6" spike heels. Martin decided on the higher heels and bows for his escape. The pain would be less, at least he thought it would. He turned and saw the petticoat on the stand. He was repulsed by the thought of wearing the thing, but this was a one time shot at freedom in his mind, and Martin stepped into the petticoat and pulled it up under his skirt. He looked again in the mirror as he clipped on his grandmothers earrings to his earlobes. His thoughts were all over the place now. He picked up a clutch purse and put the key to the collar inside it, along with the scissors, and some money he had taken from Leanne's purse. While in Leanne's purse he found her compact and put it in his purse also, Not that he intended to use the compact itself to freshen up his makeup, he was wearing a mask after all, but he might need the mirror to see the lock to unlock the collar and even cut this mask off he hated so much. "Hmmm, so this is how people around here would expect a man to look who is a bride to another man," he said to himself taking a last look in the mirror, turning and looking over his shoulder at himself from the back. "These people are sick," he thought looking at himself one last time in his feminine finery. He turned and looked at Leanne who sat motionless strapped in the chair with her head slightly bowed now, in the red drawstring satin bag. Martin slowly opened the door and stepped out of the room and closed it quietly behind him. He was very nervous, but regained his composure and quickly headed to the back door of the house. Martin walked confidently down the hallway as if everything was in order. As he reached for the doorknob to go outside, he heard the sound of high heels coming up quickly from behind him. "Excuse me! Mrs. Vargos," Martin's heart sank, "Just a moment ma'am," the woman said as the hurried steps quickened. as she approached him from behind, quickly getting closer. As he slowly turned, he saw one of the domestic help hurrying towards him. She had a key in her hand and walked right past Martin to the outside door through which he had just entered earlier from his walk, and was now about to leave. "I'm sorry ma'am," the domestic uniformed woman said. "We don't use this door much and I just locked it. I didn't realize you were going back out this afternoon. Let me unlock it for you," she said as she inserted the key and turned the deadbolt. "Will you be long?" Martin's heart was pounding. He tried to calm himself. Looking at her through the mask and said, "Thank you so much. You can leave it unlocked for now. I don't know how long I'll be." "No problem ma'am. I'll just check back again a litlle later, " she said with a slight nod of her head, and then headed back to what she was doing before. Martin looked back down the hallway as the woman walked passed the door to the dressing room. She was toatally unaware that Leanne was now strapped in the chair, and gagged in the room on the otherside. He knew he had to get going, and he stepped outside and walked quickly down the path . He held his head up high and walked down the walkway, purposely headed to the back of the estate. As he walked he came upon one of the gardeners who was trimming a hedge. As Martin approached, the man turned to face him. Martin took a deep breath. His knees felt weak from nerves. This would either work or it wouldn't. He minced over to the man in his 6" heels as confidently as he could. "Hello. How are you today?" Martin said in a pleasant but all too male voice. His voice muted somewhat by the mask he was wearing. "Very well ma'am," The man smiled as if he found it amusing calling Martin ma'am, but had been instructed to do so, as had all the employee's of the estate. Everything seemed OK as the man acted as if nothing was amiss. "How can all these people just accept all this crap that is happening to me as normal?" he thought to himself. "What is your name?" Martin asked. "Tim ma'am," the man's smile became a grin now. "Nice to meet you Tim. You do such a wonderful job here. I simply love the plants and flowers," Martin gushed. He didn't care how sissy he sounded or what this guy was thinking about him right now. He was even trying to be over the top as he was trying to achieve something here. ESCAPE! "Thank you ma'am." "Yes, very nice. Uhm..........listen, Timmy, do you by any chance have the key to open that back gate over there?" Martin said pointing back over his shoulder. "I would really like to step out for a few moments. All this banquet preparation for my formal coming out and such, you know what I mean. I just need to get away for a little while," Martin played the happy wife part as well as he could. "Sure ma'am. I can open that for you." he said pulling out the keys. "Oh thank you Timmy. You're a doll." Martin said. Tim had a smirk on his face as he walked to the gate. "Oh my god, I think this big sissy of a man is flirting with me," he thought. As they walked, to the gate, Martin's heels were making distinct sounds that attracted attention as he hurried perched high on his toes. They passed another gardener on the way. Remembering some of the coaching from Dorothy, Martin raised his hand and wiggled his fingers with his long red nails at the man in a simple but feminine wave. "Hi. How are you today?" Martin called to him in his male voice as they passed, playing the role of lady of the estate. "Fine ma'am." "You have got to be kidding me!" Martin thought as he turned his attention back to the gate. They got to the gate and Tim unlocked and opened it for Martin. Martin was so surprised at how easily this had all been. "Thank you so much Timmy," Martin said extending a limp wrist, fingers down to him to shake his hand. Though Martin was dressed as a girl, he still had the firm handshake of a man. Tim shook Martin's hand and closed the gate. He turned around to find two of the other gardners laughing hysterically at him. He knew he'd be kidded by the other guys for awhile after Martin had seemed so interested in talking to him. Martin had stepped cautiously outside the gate not knowing what the collar might do. Once he had passed through the gate and was outside the property, he took a deep breath and sighed, "Thank god." He was extremely nervous as he had no idea where to go or what to expect. He was hoping it was normal enough to see someone in public wearing a Bliss Mask, as he had gathered from Dorothy it wasn't that unheard of. He hated the Bliss Mask, but it was now somehow protecting him in his attempt to escape. He walked away, his feet tired already from the extreme heels he had chosen to wear, but the prospect of being free made the pain more bearable. Martin headed into the public park across the street. He saw people in their cars looking at him as they drove by. He knew what he was wearing was extreme for outside the estate, but he had to get out of there first. As he made his way into the shade of the park trees, a female jogger gave him a smile and said, "Hi," as she ran by. He knew he was an oddity dressed like this in a park, but he could at least think about his next move now. He sat down on a bench and reached into the clutch purse for the key to the collar. Opening the compact he had taken from Leanne's purse so he could use the mirror, he was shocked to see that four red lights on the collar were now slowly pulsating off and on. The collar had partially activated. "It must of happened as I went through the gate," Martin guessed. It seemed he had some area that he could move in outside the estate, but he had no idea the limitations. While he was looking in the mirror he was startled suddenly. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 15 "Congratulations." said a pleasnt looking middle aged woman who was walking through the park. She now stood smiling and placed her hand on his shoulder. Martin looked up from the compact but said nothing. "Congratulations on your marriage honey," she said again. She could tell from the all white ensemble and the Bliss Mask this was a newlywed bride. "Doin the old trditional three nights huh? What night are you on in your consummation?" she asked. "Uhmm.......tonight will be the third night," he said his eyes looking at her through the mask. She pulled her hand back and placed it on her own chest and gave a surprised gasp. "Oh my goodness. I had no idea you were a man," she said now regaining some of her composure from the initial shock. "Well.......I've never seen a man dressed as a newlywed bride in consummation before," she gave a nervous smile. "Sorry for my reaction just now," she said giving Martin a pleasant smile. Martin didn't want to cause any public alarm, so he decided to try and defuse things and see if this woman could maybe assist him in some way. At least she hadn't gone off thinking he was some kind of pervert sitting here/ "I'm in a same sex marriage," he said as he tried to calm things and make the situation seem as normal as he could, so she wouldn't be suspicious by the sight of him. "Have you ever heard of two men getting married before?" he asked. "Oh sure. I know it's becoming very common in some places. Two women, two men, and even sometimes a man and a woman get married," she said laughing at her own little attempt at humor. "It's just I have never actually met a man who was married to another man before. I didn't realize that one of them would actually be dressing as a woman. I always thought they would be just like two guys living together," she said in a humorous way. "Are you just dressing as a woman for the consummation ceremony, or do you live dressed like a woman all the time?" she sounded genuinely interested in this ordeal now. "Well, actually it's my husband that wants me to dress as a woman and perform as a traditional bride during the consummation period. I told him I would," Martin now was looking around to see if anyone had followed him. "Oh that's so sweet of you. I think it's so romantic you would do that for him," she said sounding very positive, but her mind wondered why his husband didn'y just marry a girl if he wanted such a feminine image to sleep with? "That is a very pretty dress you are wearing," she said now backing up to take a better look at him. "Thank you," Martin said spreading the skirt with his palm. "Those shoes look a terror though. How can you walk in those? Are they comfortable?" "No, not really. Men like to see a pair of long legs in these kind of high heels as long as they don't have to wear them." She laughed at Martin's humor. "Look I need your help if you don't mind. I need you to take this key and unlock this collar that's around my neck," he held the key out to her in his red manicured fingers. "Why are those lights blinking?" "This is just so they can find me if I'm running late when it's time to get dressed for the evening. Just part of the Three Nights of Consummation you know. The submission and total surrender and public commitment to my man," he said in a whimsical way making her laugh again. "Sure I can do that," she said taking the key and putting it in the lock and turning it. The collar didn't unlatch but instead beagn to strobe. All the lights flashing rapidly the a high piercing beep began to pulsate. Every couple of seconds the screeching beep sounded. People were now looking Martin's way. "What did you do?" Martin yelled in a panic. "Nothing. I just turned the key." she said now very concerned. "OOWW!!" Martin yelled as the collar jolted him with a quick shock. The lady tried to get the key but Martin jumped and she dropped it in the grass. Martin was scrambling around now looking for the key. :"AGGHHH!" he yelled again as he was jolted. He reached up and grabbed the collar. "Here it is" the woman said reaching down ti pick up the key. "Let me try turning it back." she said as Martin turned to let her put the key in. She turned the key again to where the lock was previously and the craziness al stopped suddenly. "What the hell?" Martin said with his head bowed now while she looked at the collar. "Are you ok?" she asked. "This lock say's Activate on it." she studied a bit closer. "This collar must have been disarmed and I accidentally armed it. I'm so sorry." She then noticed a second smaller keyhole and without saying a word inserted the key and turned it. The collar opened right up. "Oh thank you so much.That is so much better." "Sure you are ok," she said handing Martin the collar. "I'm fine. Just a little mistake. We enever actuallt activate the collar," he said as he wondered how and why it wasn't activated in the first place. "Wow you sure have a lot of hickeys on your neck. Let me see, one...two...three...." she continued around his neck till she had counted seven. "You've been a very busy bride," she giggled. "How do you mean? I sometimes think my husband is still in high school with the hickey thing," Martin looked at her. "Well, I have always heard that durin The Three Nights of Consummation, that the very wealthy sometimes do, the hickey is a traditional sign of how many times the bride was seeded during the Consummation. When you have your banquet, everyone will be able to see how many time you and your husband had sex during the consummation." Martin was silent in total embarrassment. This was a total unexpected and very degrading piece of news. The humiliation of being paraded around in front of others who also knew this. He could just see a pretty young girl leaning over smiling to her husband and saying, "Look honey, he's been fucked in the ass eight times by his husband over the last three nights. Isn't that sweet." And she could tell all that just by counting the hickeys on his neck. Martin stood up straight. "Nice to have met you. I have to go now." Martin said suddenly grabbing his purse and putting the collar in it. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't upset you." the woman said. "No. I just realized how late it is. I must be going. Good day to you." Martin walked away, trying to figure what to do next. He had only been able to plan the escape from the house due to repetition of the routine there, but had no idea what to do outside the estate. He walked quickly trying desperately to find a place he could sit and think this through. Unseen! Just as Martin got to the lake in the center of the park, he saw two police officers talking with a park patron. His heart pounded d as he wondered if they were looking for him. Had Leanne been found and the Baron notified the authorities that he was a runaway bride? Missy had said something about runaway brides were brought back to their husbands whenever they were found and it would be almost impossible to get an annulment after that. He watched quietly then he backed up and turned to leave bumping into a woman Park Police officer. "You Ok ma'am?' the officer said looking at the young bride. Martin didn't say anything. He just put his hand up in an acknowledgement gesture and tried to walk away. "Excuse me ma'am. We are looking for a stolen blue bike. It was taken by a couple of teenage boys earlier and we believe they are still in the park somewhere. Have you seen anyone matching that description?" Martin was so scared to say a word, but realized how suspicious he looked, dressed as he was, with his hair in curlers if he didn't speak to a direct question. Martin shook his head looking at the officer to indicate he had not seen anyone. She looked at him and the attire he was wearing. "You live nearby?" the officer asked. "Not exactly dressed for a walk in the park. What is your name?" she said now looking down and turning her head looking at the 6" heels Martin was wearing. "I'm just taking a break from all the wedding festivities," Martin said softly. "Hmmm, I see. You are a man." "Yes I'm a man. Is there a problem with me being a man?" Martin snapped, taking a step back. he was so pissed. "No, nothing at all. Newlywed huh?" she said as she continued to question him. "Yeah. Two days. If it's ok with you officer, and there is no problems, I need to get going." "I need to see your PCP first sir." "My what?" Martin sounded confused. "Your Public Crossdressing Permit. I need to see it before you can leave," she said. "Well, I don't have it yet. I just got married two days ago, and I just started dressing in women's clothes. Look, I just stepped out for some fresh air." Martin said pleading his case. "I understand sir. You married to a woman or a man?" the officer asked. "A man. Why?" Martin sounded a defiant tone. "Name. If you married a man, your name has probably changed. If you were married to a woman this would probably just part of a fantasy scene for you. Transvestites sometimes like to indulge in wedding ceremonies dressed as women, but that doesn't mean they can just go out in public." "I'm not a transvestite!" Martin snapped. "Can I go now?" "I'm sorry sir, I can't let you just leave here crossdressed without a PCP. Your not under arrest or anything, but I will have to take you to the station, and there we can call your husband to come and pick you up." "NO! I just want to be left alone. Would you take me in if I had one of those PCP cards?" 'No sir. That would mean you are registered as a crossdresser, and have given reason and permission to crossdress in public. Not every male gets permission, but you being married to a man, I'm sure you will have no problem getting one. But the fact is sir, you don't have one now, so if you wouldn't mind turning around and putting your hands behind your back," the officer said pulling her handcuffs off her utility belt. "What! You said you weren't going to arrest me. I haven't done anything wrong." Martin said backing up astonished at this turn of events. "Sir I have to handcuff you when taking you into my custody. You're not being charged with anything, I'm just going to take you the station, and they will get you home safely." "I just live right over behind the park," Martin said pointing to the other side. "Please sir, turn around and put your hands behind your back." "I am the wife of the Baron Vargos!" Martin now tried to use the Baron's name to leverage the situation. The other two officers were now looking his way. "REALLY! Congradulations. We will be able to give him a call from the station to pick you up." she said as she clicked the handcuffs on Martin's wrist behind his back. "What do we have here," the two other officers asked as they approached. "Oh, nothing to worry about guys. I have it under control. Just a little public crossdressing violation," she said now directing Martin to her car. The other two officer's laughed as they assessed Martin's appearnce. "What's are those things in your hair fella," one of the officers yelled out as he was placed in the back of the squad car. "Just ignore them sir," she said as she put the seatbelt around Martin's waist, and strapped his ankles. "What the hell are you doing?" Martin hissed as his ankles were fastened to the seat. "Just be quiet sir, We are ready to go now." she said closing the door. The car then pulled away taking Martin to the police station where a phone call was to be made to bring him right back? Martin sat quietly as the officer had told him he would be able to talk to someone at the station about his situation, and that there was nothing she could do for him. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 16 The door opened unexpectedly and Constance walked into the room. Though it was only 10 am she had a scotch in her hand and was looking for her son. The Baron looked at her surprised, as she entered the room and gave a smile. "Hello mother. How nice to see you," the Baron said letting go of the hand of the pretty young girl standing next to him. "And who is this?" Constance asked as she approached the two. "Her name is Tiffany mother. Isn't she beautiful? I'm considering her as a concubine for Marcia, so she will not be lonely at night while I'm away." Constance looked the girl over suspiciously. "A concubine huh?" Constance said smiling at the girl, "Sure you are. Do you have a penis between your legs dear?" Constance said to the girl who was shocked by the direct question. "Well uhm..........no.....no ma'am, I do not." the girl said looking at the Baron confused. "Did he tell that this Marcia is a man? The man my son wants you to service, dresses up in girls clothes?" she gave the girl an inquisitive look, "He dresses like a girl all the time." "Uhm, no." she said looking puzzled. "Hmmmm. Maybe I should hire you to service my son here. He seems to have forgotten the joys of being with a real woman." she said looking up at him now. "Now run along. I need to talk with my son privately." Constance said staring at the Baron and dismissing the girl with a wave. "You'd better go for now," the Baron said with a smile. "Just wait outside. I won't be long." the Baron said as Tiffany stood there confused. The girl walked out of the room shaking her head. The fact she was wearing a black leather mini skirt, fishnet stockings, and 5" spiked heel black pumps, left no doubt in Constance mind that this wasn't just some innocent little girl here on a normal job interview. Constance was dressed elegantly, in a sapphire blue cocktail dress. She was always glamorous, as if she were on her way to a high class social event, but it was just her daily around the house look. Her long red nailed fingers wrapped around the glass, with her gaudy cocktail rings, were in deep contrast to the deep blue nailpolish she preferred to wear on her toenails. "And so mother, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" he inquired. "Anthony darling, Don't you feel that this man of yours, your so called bride, would be so much happier if the concubines you selected for him had huge throbbing erections? Quite frankly darling, this particular whore seems more appropriate for escorting you about on your trips away from home. She would make for nice eye candy, if you dressed her like a lady." Constance gave a sly knowing grin as she sipped her drink and walked about the room. "I'm a married man mother. I must be true to my wife." "Oh please Anthony, give it a break will you please," she said rolling her eyes. She smiled and tilted her head, "I know you will have escorts on your trips. You always have in the past, I don't really see that changing. Do you?" She flashed a knowing look at him as if she was looking through a deception he was trying to play out. "Just how many concubines are you planning for this man to have, and will any of them be men? I would have suspected all of them would be," she asked. "Mother! That is a private matter for me to decide. It is none of your business." "Actually Anthony, your little gay marriage thing is what I really wanted to talk to you about. I'm here to ask you to put an end to all this being married to a man nonsense. Don't continue the consummation of this marriage any further and under no circumstances are you to introduce that pervert as part of our family tomorrow," she said as she sipped the scotch. "We'll be the laughing stock of everyone we know, if this man receives the title Lady Vargos. Just the thought of him pretending to be a woman and gaining social status. I just can't accept this." "Mother. I told you, I love Marcia. She's my wife now." "Oh sure you do, and that girl scout that was just in here with you was preparing to get on her knees and beg you to buy some cookies when I came in I'm sure," she said sarcastically. "Look Anthony, we can work out something on the financial squabbles we're having in this family. You don't need to humiliate this family anymore. We get it," she said looking at him with her firm business face on now. "No mother, you don't get it. It's about love mother, not money," he said throwing his hands in the air. "She's my life now." "The SHE, you are referring to, is a man Anthony, and this whole thing is a huge embarrassment to your father and I. You're not a gay man. You and I both know that, don't we? So why do you insist on this gay marriage?" she raised her eyebrow and then looked away. "I remember when you wanted to marry that bimbo, what was her name again, Angela? You said you were so in love with her. Planned to marry her. As I recall she had no penis. She was a real girl Anthony, wasn't she?" she looked back at him like she was trying to recall for sure. "Not a pretend girl, but a very, very sweet girl, as I recall." Constance took a sip of her drink and her tone changed. "But she was also a divorced, goldigging slut, who fortunantly your father found out a few things about, and had her deported before you could marry her. You should thank your father you know, rather than not speaking to him all this time. She's gone Anthony. She won't be back for you." "That's enough." the Baron growled in anger. "You will not speak of Angela to me. Ever!" he gave a ..stern look. "Is she....well...... what this is really all about? Is that why you and this man got married Anthony? To try a convince us we made the wrong decision with your little Angela? So we would think that marrying her was not so bad, compared to being married to a man who dresses like a woman? " She gave him gave him a knowing look. "You're right about that you know. It is much worse Anthony." She stood back and gave him a confident look, "Using this little charade to pressure your father and I to see that little financial squabble more your way? I'm not stupid Anthony." "No more mother," the Baron said very irritated at her accusations. "How could you do this to your family? I don't know what kind of deal you made with that man in there who is wearing my Bliss Mask, or what his motivation is in all this, but I promise you this, he's going to be a very, very disappointed young man. I cannot, and will not accept your marriage to this man." "Mother please," the Baron rolled his eyes. "Listen to me Anthony. You have few options as I see it. The one I advise most is to end this charade now. Get an annulment honey. Send this man on his way. We'll just pretend it never happened. I'll discuss with your father the little financial situation, but get this man who is wearing my Bliss Mask, out of the picture now!" she said pointing a finger at him. "Mother, I can't let her go. I need her." "OK. Got to have him? Fine!" she spat out, "Then divorce him. I want no ties between him and this family. Then I want you to seal off that wing of the estate. All the doors are to be locked and windows blacked out, and he is never to leave that area of the house for any reason. I want him restricted to that area. If you must have your boy toy for whatever reason, then you can play with him whenever you feel the need to do so. I have no problem with that, but he will in no way be related to you or have our family name. I don't want anybody to see him, or hear him referred to or even mentioned in conversation ever again." "That's crazy. Seems like you have a bit of a double standard mother. What about you and father and the little escapades you two have on occasions?" Constance didn't even flinch at her sons challenge. "Nobody seems to have a problem with that." "Don't even go there. Those women are all whores Anthony. Your father and I go away to meet them. We don't bring them here to our home. We use them for what they are, have our weekend of fun and with the girls, pay them for their services and leave. We don't bring them home and call them our new spouse saying, 'Oh I'm so in love with her'. We keep our affairs private. They are pretty little whores Anthony! They perform a service. We are not in love with them." "But I must have Marcia, and I want the world to know my love for her mother. I am so proud of her," he said nodding his head at her. "You want the world to know? If you want the world to know, here is something your father and I can live with, and I must insist on. I want this man's testicles and penis removed, and I want him to have a pair of his own breast. I don't care what he wants. I am not sympathetic at all to his concerns Anthony, but you are my son, and if you really want to have this man as your mate, you will legally make him a woman, and I mean soon. If he really does love you, I promise you he will do all this for you and then remarry you as a woman. If he says no or has a problem with doing this, he doesn't really care about you as much as he cares about your money. I can't have all this male/bride gossip going around in my social circles." She eased up the intense look on her face. "Don't be ridiculous mother. You are always so worried what those catty old women in your social group think," the Baron said looking at her grinning now, seeming to have taken some pleasure in his mother's annoyance. "They're just jealous of Marcia, and her new standing in the community," he added watching his mother ignore every word. "That's the deal Anthony. You have your choices." Constance turned and walked to the door. "And do it soon. Cancel the banquet," she yelled back to him as she left the room. The young girl was still waiting outside the room when Constance left. Constance stopped and appraised the girls appearance. "What was your name again honey?" Constance asked bluntly. "Tiffany." "Tiffany. That's a real pretty professional name you have picked for yourself Tiffany. Does your mother know you are a whore?' Constance said as she reached up and tweaked the unsuspecting girls nipple. The girl jumped back startled. "Oh........uhm....I'm not.....uhm....I was just here to....." "What's that? You're not a whore?" Constance laughed. "It's ok Tiffany darling. Your mother is no doubt a whore too, am I right?" The girls mouth opened astonished at the remark. "Look you have to make a living. You just do yours on your knees giving blowjobs to men you don't know, and drinking their semen. Nothing for you to be ashamed of honey, it's what girls like you do. It's a service that is obviously needed. Not just any girl can offer herself on a whim to men she doesn't even know for sexual favors. Women like myself however, have way to much self respect and pride for such things." she said circling the girl, "I have friends who do hire pretty little things like you to take care of their husband's silly desires to have their penis sucked. I for one can't imagine having such a disgusting thing in my in mouth, and my husband wouldn't dare ask such a thing of me. That's where your services are required my dear. Isn't that right Tiffany? I'd much rather call you up and pay you to suck my husbands penis while I read a good book." Constance now stood in front of the girl with a knowing smile. Constance cupped the girls cheek in her palm and lifted her face, "There will always be a need for whores honey. I'm done in there by the way. He's ready now for what ever it is you're really here to do for him." The girl was so humiliated by the degrading lecture she had just received from Constance. She was obviously very young, in her early twenties, and didn't know how to respond to such a degrading barrage. After all she had been requested to come to this place. It wasn't like she was imposing herself here. "Well? Go on. Get in there. He's waiting for you," Constance said opening the door and showing the girl back in the room. "Little slut," Constance said softly in the girl's ear, as she pinched the girl on her ass as she walked back into the room. Constance closed the door and walked away. In the hallway she was approached by one of the household maids. She seemed to be in a bit of a panic. "Excuse me ma'am. I'm looking for the Baron. There's been a call and Mrs. Vargos is at the police station." "Just take it easy. Probably where he belongs anyway. What's the little pervert doing down there?" Constance asked steadying the girl by her arm. "I don't know ma'am but we found Leanne, uhmm.........his personal attendant, gagged and strapped in a chair." the girl pointed down the hall, "She's in here." the excited girl said showing the way. Constance hurried with the girl and entered the room. There was Leanne strapped in the chair with the red satin, drawstring bag pulled over her head, just as Martin had left her. Lisa was in the room standing next to the chair. "UMMPFF...." Leanne was turning her covered head back and forth as she heard more people enter the room. "What was taking so long? Let me out of this damn chair," Leanne's thoughts raced through her head. Lisa spun the chair around so Leanne was now facing Constance. "I left her just the way I found her ma'am. I didn't want to touch anything till you saw what Mrs. Vargos did to her," Lisa said standing back so Leanne could be viewed by the others. Constance lifted the cape to see that Leanne was completely naked underneath. "Why are you naked? Were the two of you fooling around?" Constance asked holding the cape up, noticing how tight the straps around her waist and chest had been pulled. "UUMMPPHH!!" Leanne squealed shaking her head no. "So he forced you out of your clothes?" Leanne shook her head yes, as Lisa held up the cut dress and underclothes Leanne had been wearing for Constance to see. "Did he touch you in any inappropriate way?" Again Leanne shook her head, but this time acknowledging the fact and let her head hang slightly. "Take some pictures of her with and without the cape on," Constance instructed Lisa. "UUMMMPPHHH!" Leanne screamed though the gag as she jerked against the straps. She didn't want to be photographed nude. "Oh just settle down," Constance told her as she held up the cape so Lisa could take a picture, "It won't hurt you to sit there a couple of more minutes." The cape was flipped up over Leanne's shoulder and Constance turned the chair so Lisa could take a profile of her sitting there strapped in the chair, naked. "He's at the police station ma'am. They called only a few minutes ago," Lisa said as she took another picture of Leanne. "So I've heard. I don't want a single word of this incident to anyone. Got it? Not even the Baron." The two girls shook their heads. "I'll take care of this situation myself." Constance turned and left the room as Lisa untied the bag so she could remove it from Leanne's head. Lisa pulled the satin bag off Leanne's head. Leanne's face was red and teary more from the humiliation that Constance had just inflicted on her than what Martin had done. Lisa removed the tape from Leanne's mouth. "Are you ok?" Lisa asked. "I'm fine. I'm fine, just get me loose." Leanne said shaking her head to get the hair out of her face. "What happened?" Lisa asked. "He caught me off guard. I had suspected he may getting to that hopeless point, I just didn't see it coming in this way," she said impatiently waiting as Lisa unstrapped her. "I wouldn't trust him at all Leanne. He needs to be kept, let's say, uncomfortable for awhile," Lisa said turning and looking at Leanne, her arms still strapped to the chair. "Do you mind Lisa. We can talk about this later. I'm naked here. I'd like to put some clothes on." Leanne said looking at the remaining arm straps that needed tending to. "Sure." Lisa unstrapped her arms and Leanne stood up completely naked looking hard at Lisa. She donned Martin's knee length satin white robe that was hanging on a stand nearby. As she tied the sash she looked up at Lisa. "You know Lisa. You could of had the decency to have let me go, instead of leaving me naked, tied in that chair like that in front of everybody." Leanne stared at Lisa. "We could have just told them what happened." "I know, but I felt seeing you there was easier than explaining," Lisa said as she turned and left Leanne alone in the room. "Bitch!" Leanne said under her breath. Leanne had never had a situation get out of control like that before, just before a banquet. She had put too much trust in Martin's since that this was all inevitable. Allowing him to walk about outside in the garden unrestrained, and she didn't even activate the collar. She was very upset with herself. Martin would be back in a few hours or less. She was really angry with Martin. In her mind he had taken advantage of her attempts to ease him into his new lifestyle as gently as she possibly could. She had always understood that this was a difficult situation for any male to be thrust in, even if he had been a gay man. That was no excuse however for Martin attacking her the way he did. He had touched her. Pinched her nipples hard and pulled on her womanhood till it hurt. She looked at herself in the mirror wearing Martin's robe. She had done these type ceremonies before, but now, for the very first time she could find no sympathy in her heart at all for the young man she was preparing for his new life as a wife. That young man would be Martin. "I have to get some clothes sent over," she thought to herself, pulling her hair back from the sides of her face and pinning it in place. There was a light knock on the dressing room door. "Enter," Leanne said stopping what she was doing. It was one of the house maids. She was dressed in a maids uniform, as all the domestic help women on the estate were required to wear. Her hair up, with the typical white lacy maids cap. The black maids dress skirt, was just below the knees, and she had a frilly apron. She wore black stockings and three inch heel black pumps. A practical maids outfit, not the simplistic fetish style, though any visitor to the estate might have a different opinion on that. It was a look though that had been approved by the Baron and his parents, so all the working women in the house wore one. "Ma'am, I was told to tell you that they left to go pick up Mrs. Vargos at the police station, so you could adjust your schedule." the girl said lowering her eyes. "Thank you. If that is all I have much to do." "Yes Ma'am." the girl closed the door. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 17 Martin sat alone in a small interrogation room. The large wood table with the two empty chairs on the opposite side of the table were all the furnishings in the room. The humiliation Martin had suffered as he was brought through the police station, the giggles, sneers and staring were still fresh in his mind. Though he was told he was not under arrest, he felt like he was, as his hands were still cuffed to the table. Several times the door would open and two or three people would stick their head in to get a look at at him under some false pretense of looking for someone else. Mostly curiosity in seeing this man that was dressed as a woman with a Bliss Mask. Martin stared straight ahead not acknowledging the curiosity seekers. It seems that though all the aspects of Martin's current ordeal were perfectly legal, they were not a common event by any means around here. In a city as large as the one he was in now, only three men were registered with PCP's and they all had to do more with SRS. Just normal crossdressing and a man having the desire to go out in public wearing a dress was not an acceptable reason to get a permit from the local government, no matter how nice the man looked dressed as a woman. Though there were many same sex marriages on the books here, and it was very common, he was the only same sex, arranged marriage , and the only male who was crossdressing as a woman publicly as a result of his same sex marriage. There was another arranged marriage that had been performed in the area, but it was a man and a woman union. So this made him quite a novelty here. Everybody wanted to see what this man bride looked like. Wearing six inch high heels, a Bliss Mask, and his hair in curlers had only added to the curiosity and gossip now spreading through the hallways of the police station. The door opened again and this time a woman walked in. She was wearing a black business suit, and red three inch pumps that broke the silence as they clicked quickly across the floor to the table. She was reading the contents of a folder as she walked toward him, glancing up at him for a moment taking in his feminized appearance then returning her attention to the folder. She lay the folders out on the table and then had a seat across from Martin. "Hello Mrs. Vargos, my name is Sarah Thompson. I am a legal adviser and consultant, and I also do some free counseling here, and I just happened to be here today when you were brought in. I see by your paperwork you were married just a couple of days ago," she gave him a smile and asked, "You were out for a walk I understand?" she said looking him over. "Crossdressed in women's clothes obviously." "A walk?" he said in his male voice looking through the mask that was strapped tightly around his head, the straps all hidden under the curlers in his hair, "Lady, I was fleeing a madhouse," he said seriously. Martin felt this woman had no real interest in his ordeal and was just using her position to satisfy her own curiosity and to add to her counseling experience resume. "Oh I'm sure it was. I here those three day consummation ceremonies can get quite extravagant and even a bit rowdy in their celebrations at times," she said looking back at the paperwork, misunderstanding his meaning. "I want out of this mess. Don't you understand? I don't want to be married to this guy. Get it? I'm running away. Trying to escape. Those people are crazy," he said pounding his palms down on the table, his bright red fingernails shining in the light. "I need your help." "Mrs. Vargos, I hav............" Martin slammed his hand down again. "Call me Martin damn it. No more of this Mrs. Vargos bullshit. My name is Martin." "Ok, Martin," she said calmly folding her hands and looking directly into his eyes behind the mask, "First of all.....Martin, I don't feel we need you slamming your hands on the table to make your point. Please refrain from doing so. You have not been charged with anything at this time, but I will have an officer come in here and cuff your hands behind your back if I need to," she said as she returned her attention to his file. "So you were saying?" She looked at his hands on the table, "Pretty fingernails by the way," she said glancing down at his hands on the table, assuming she was paying this nervous man a compliment. Martin just glared at her through the mask as he pulled his fingers slowly into fist so his red fingernails disappeared from her sight. She studied his file for a bit, flipping back and forth, then she finally looked up and gave a little smile. "Let's just calm down a moment here. Martin, this is a file the city has for your marriage license request, name change, and other documents you have asked for recently. I want to go over it with you so you understand it better. There are no secrets in here, and you are allowed full access of course to all your public records," she said turning the folder so he could read it. "I must say I have never counseled on a marriage such as yours before, as same sex, arranged marriages are not common at all around here, but I will say this, there are laws in place pertaining to such unions, and I will help you with any questions you may have about them. I also understand that in family arranged marriages, sometimes one person in the marriage isn't always as well informed nor understands fully why their family may have decided to arrange a marriage for them in the first place. In such cases, maybe the bride is not......well........as happy with the marriage let's say, as the groom is," she smiled looking the ultra feminized man over once again. "This is not a MARRIAGE! It's should be called being kidnapped, sold and forced to be someone's sex slave. So yes, to answer your absurd statement, I was not well informed, and I'm not happy about this at all," Martin said with much tension in his voice, fighting the urge to scream at the woman. She looked at Martin a moment, giving some thought to his situation. "I can see where this would be very difficult for you Martin, at least initially. Trying to cope with all the changes that are happening with you so suddenly." She did sound sympathetic in her tone. "DIFFICULT? Look at me. I am a man." Martin leaned over the table glaring at her, his overall appearance betraying his statement, "Look how I'm dressed. I am a straight man. You know what that man does to me in his bedroom?" "Well, judging from the dark spots on your neck, I'd say the two of you are in the process of consummating your marriage, in a very old and traditional way," she said as a matter of fact. "Where as most couples keep their wedding nights somewhat private, you are doing, "The Three Nights of Consummation," that is designed to show off the bride to the public as she submits herself totally to her husband. Hiding her face from public view, showing her face only to her husband as she is seeded over and over again, wearing the Bliss Mask as a sign of her acceptance and submission to him as per the tradition. Having hickeys on her neck for each seeding she has received during the consummation period, so other men can see how fertile the husband is. Isn't that about right?" she said looking at him raising an eyebrow, satisfied with her knowledge of the tradition. "I did research this as thoroughly as I could before deciding to talk with you." "Do you know what it is like to be forced to do this? Did you wear a mask when you were married?" he asked her. "Oh hell no," she said shaking her head and turning up her nose. "First of all, that is a custom that is seldom done and it's usually very wealthy families that do such things. Most people couldn't afford an arranged marriage. It is way out of bounds for me though, and very degrading to the bride in my opinion. I never would have married my husband, well loved him, had he wanted to even consider such a thing. It would have meant he didn't respect me as a person as far as I'm concerned." "What about me and my self respect? Don't you think this is degrading to me?," he said sitting up so she could take in the full view of his dress. "People out there are laughing at me. Men shouldn't be forced to have to do these things. I'm being used as a woman without my consent." "What do you mean men shouldn't have to do this Martin? You think it's ok for women to have to go through arranged marriages, but not men? You really think a woman in your situation would not feel just as degraded as you, at least initially?" "Nobody should have to do this. It's degrading to anybody," he hissed at her, and bowed his head in aggravation.. "Yes I agree with you Martin. It is a very degrading practice in my opinion," she said touching his hand. "I can not change that, but we can see if you have any recourse here though. Just settle down for a moment." "I...AM....A....MAN! Martin growled very distinctly. "And I never said you weren't a man. I can see you feel very embarrassed by being presented in this way, but you are legally married, and you are the bride of this man. So, before we continue that train of thought, let's look and see if we can't figure out how all this came about, and then we can assess your situation better and see what can be done for you," she said as she took a piece of paper from the file she had. Martin looked at the first document. It was the arranged marriage document that had been agreed to by his family. All the details of the Baron's request to have Martin as his bride, and the dowry he offered, along with the acceptance by Martin's family. The first signature on the agreement was that of Baron Anthony Vargos. The Baron had signed with the flare of John Hancock. Then the signatures of Martin's family members were below. By signing this document, each family member was giving their consent for Martin to have his marriage arranged for him in accordance with the agreement and laws. Martin's eyes welled up as he read the names of those that had felt it somehow required he be wedded off by family consent rather than of his own accord. His father's name was first. It pained him to see that. "Why would he agree to this?" he wondered. His grandparents on his fathers side, and his aunt Carolyn had both signed this document too. "Oh my god," Martin said softly to himself. "how many people knew about this. Did they know he was going to also be feminized in this deal?" he wondered. His mind pictured his aunt Carolyn saying after being told of the marital plan, "Dressing him like a woman? Oh sure, why not. What difference does it make as long as he is finally in a stable relationship of some kind," and then laughing to herself as she signed the document that would force him to do just that. He never liked his aunt much, his father's sister, and that may have contributed some to Martin's thoughts. Then it was his cousin Amber? "What?" he gasped. She had just turned 18 years old recently. How could they ask her about something so critical to someone else's life? She was not mature enough to have an opinion on such a thing. Yet in her youth she had been allowed to make a decision, that Martin should be married off to be another man's wife? There was one other name, and he was expecting it to be that of his bitch stepmother Missy, but it wasn't. It clearly said, "John Hastings." He looked for a moment at it quietly as he thought in a confused state. "What the hell is this? Who is John Hastings?" he spat out as he tried to figure out what his eyes were now seeing. "Those are the members of your family Martin who decided you would be better off being where you are today." Martin was still trying to piece it all together. "I don't know a John Hastings. Who is he and why is he allowed to make this decision for me?" "I don't know who he is. Evidently they felt you needed to be with someone who would take care of you and your affairs, better than you could on your own. Six signatures of approval by family members are required to start an arranged marriage process, and six are here. There were no descending opinions, which is also a requirement. Any descents would have had to been worked out first." "I don't agree with this!" Martin spat out. "Unfortunately Martin, your opinion doesn't count in these cases." "Who is John Hastings? I don't know any John Hastings. That is a bogus signature to push this through. There is no John Hastings." Martin said trying to discredit the document now. "Can't you see this is all a setup? I mean my cousin is just a kid. Her signature shouldn't even count." Martin was getting teary with frustration. "As far as your cousin goes, well she is eighteen, so the signature is legal, though I would agree with you, she is way to young for such a decision in my opinion. I'll look into that other signature for you if you like, but all of these signatures had to be witnessed and confirmed so I doubt there are any fakes here." Sarah flipped the page and Martin's attention was brought back to the present. This is your request to change your name from Martin Hastings to Marcia Vargos," her red nails pointing out the important lines to him, "And this is the final copy of acceptance." Martin noticed the dates on these documents predated his wedding by weeks, though the activation dates were the wedding date itself. There was official seals stamped on the bottom of the page that made it a legal copy. "These items are request from you recently that have been rejected for one reason or another. This one you requested an annulment of your marriage because you have a desire to have a sex change." She looked up at him with a smile that seemed to be hiding a giggle. "You thinking of becoming a real woman Martin?" she asked with a grin. "Yeah. I want to be a woman. Anything wrong with that?" "Oh no, I think it's just fine," she said with a smile noting his lack of sincerity. "So this forced same sex marriage is no good, right?" he said without emotion. "Well, you do have an attorney working on that aspect for you obviously," she said. "He was retained for you by Michelle ...." "Hastings," Martin interrupted her, "That's my bitch stepmother. She goes by Missy. Real cute huh, Missy," Martin said with as much venom as the female orgasmic facial expression on his Bliss Mask would allow. "Actually it says here her name is Michelle Jacobs." "What? That can't be right." Martin said looking at the document, but there it was, Michelle Jacobs. "That's her maiden name," Martin said. She must have gone back to it after the death of his father. "I also see that a request is in, but some documents have to be redone apparently. I did review this file before I came in to see you though. I took the liberty of filling out a PCP, which is a Public Crossdressing Permit for you seeing that is why you are here in the first place today. If you want to sign it right here, we can get this process started for you today," she pointed to the signature line. "Then can I go home? Once I get this PCP?" "Well...... no. All the paperwork will be done, but still needs to be processed, you need to have a judge ok and sign off on it, and then you still need to come in dressed in your feminine attire of course, to have a picture taken for the ID card. It only takes a few minutes, but you are obviously in your Bliss Mask today," she gave a nod of support to him. "Can you please take this damn mask off me. I hate wearing this thing. It's driving me crazy." "No," she said bluntly before returning back to the subject of public crossdressing, "Being married to another man and also desiring a sex change, you should have no problems getting a permit to crossdress publicly, as I understand those are the two top criteria for which these permits are issued." Martin felt stuck. He couldn't argue about not wanting to be dressed as a woman, as this avenue of escape was still in play. Missy had done what she had said she would. It was so humiliating sitting across from this woman signing a paper she obviously found somewhat amusing as her pursed lips indicated when she gave him a pen. Martin signed the document, Marcia Vargos, then dropped the pen on the table. "Thank you Martin. You should have no problems whatsoever crossdressing in public once we get that picture for your permit. You will need an escort to dress in public until then." "Escort?" "Yes, I mean it is legal in your situation as a male bride to crossdress in public right now if you're with your husband." "That's so degrading," Martin hissed. "I am forced to marry this man, and then the law makes exceptions for when I'm with him? Like he keeps me safe or something? Look at me Sarah. I'm a grown man. I don't need that man to look after me," he said flustered by the idea. "Well, you do if you want to go out in public wearing women's clothes without a permit Martin. That's just how it is. Those laws are in place for a reason, and in case you have forgotten, you are wearing women's clothes." Martin slammed himself back in his chair in frustration. "I'm the victim here! I need help to get out of this mess." "Yes, I understand and I'm really sorry how this works out so often. These arranged marriages, unlike your mutually agreed upon unions are so difficult to get out of, especially for the one that had their family speaking in their stead. Even more so when in your situation. I've read of cases of arranged marriages where women have been married to men and the courts have denied annulment request and divorces for reasons that the court would have had no problems granting in traditional marriages. I'm not sure why that is though." "How can the state require a man to dress as a woman and be totally humiliated in public, just because he is in a same sex marriage? Shouldn't it be two men, looking like men? Why do they care?" Martin knew the answer but it never made sense. "You're not required to dress like a woman," she gave a grin at his statement, "The law says nothing about how you dress. It is your preference, well, your husband's actually, that has you dressed as a woman Martin. The law just makes it ok for you to crossdress in public should you so desire because of the type of relationship you have." "Or my husband's decision?" "Well.....Your marriage to this man was arranged partly for the reasons he would be helpful in making lifes decisions with you and in many cases for you. That is part of the reasonings behind these arranged marriages." "So I've heard." he said frustrated. Martin looked about the room trying to figure another way out of here. Obviously the laws were totally against him in this situation, treating him as if he didn't have the abilities to make decisions on his own. "Martin, someone is coming to get you, so you can be escorted back home." "I don't want to go back there. I need an attorney or something. I need help. My husband is a sick sadistic man." Calling the Baron his husband was difficult for Martin, but in here he had to try and make his points quickly. "The Baron? As I said before, you have an attorney working on your case. Are you saying you wish to file a complaint against your husband for abuse of some sort?" "YES! YES! YES! YES! FINALLY!!" Martin said flopping his hands down on the table as he fell back in his seat. She looked him over seriously. "Ok, well I'm sure someone will take your statement, but now I need to have you escorted over to a holding cell. You will have to walk through the precinct duty area to the holding cells. I'm sorry for that, but there is no other way. Martin please remember, I don't mean to be disrespectful here, but the way you are dressed, the Bliss Mask and all......well is a bit novelty here. I know in some big cities it is much more common, but not here. I'm sure you will feel eyes staring at you. Just keep moving forward and we will make this walk as quickly as possible." She closed the folder. "I will talk to someone and make sure someone comes in and takes your statement," she said standing and taking the folders as she prepared to leave. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 17 "Thank you," Martin said sounding finally relieved. Martin was uncuffed from the table and his hands were recuffed behind his back. Martin felt all eyes turn to him as he stepped out of the room. He quietly walked down the aisle toward the cell that would hold him for the short time he would be there waiting to be escorted home. Though it was not intentional, Martin was now a one man exhibition being paraded for all curious eyes to see. He could not hide any aspect of what was on display, and everyone in the room was forming opinions on what they were seeing. The reactions varied, and cell phones secretly snapped shots of this feminized man/bride as he took small dainty steps in his 6" pumps keeping pace with the officer. He kept the Bliss Mask facing forward, and was actually thankful he was wearing it for the first time to hide his true face from this humiliation. He heard more than one comment as he was escorted to the cell. "On my god, he's wearing hair curlers?" one of the women said covering her mouth with a shocked look. What made it even more degrading, if that was even possible, was the fact that he was innocent in all this. He had been forced to look like this, and all these people who saw him believed that this is how Martin truly desired to be seen by the general public, without the handcuffs of course. Martin not being able to see himself had forgotten about the hickeys on his neck, but they didn't go unnoticed by everyone in the precinct. That would end up being the humorous topic of the day around the water cooler once Martin was out of the room. All sorts of comments reached his ears as he walked by. One detective said to another after getting a full view of Martin, "Well, he is married to a man after all," trying to make sense of what he was seeing. "I know, I know but....... my god look at this guy." They had somewhat stunned looks on their faces. "I could care less if it's legal, why would any man want to look like that? He's wearing a dress. I wonder what his mother thinks of all this, even if he is married to another guy. Call it eccentric if you want, but I think it's just plain weird." "Chocolate and vanilla Liz. To each his own," the man replied as he shrugged his shoulders. "I guess if it's what makes him happy. It's none of my business." The woman just shook her head as she watched Martin cross the room. Martin crossed the room and waited as a door was unlocked for him to pass through. Once through the door another officer escorted him to a small cell where another man also sat waiting. Martin was uncuffed and put inside the cell. The man was maybe thirty years old and he laughed immediately as he looked at Martin. "So what are you supposed to be doll? My reward for good behavior?" he smiled at Martin's appearance. "Why don't you just shut up. I'm not interested in what you have to say." Martin lashed out at him in his male voice, not looking at him. "So you're a dude. Hey don't be angry with me because you got caught wearing your mother's clothes. What's the matter honey, your mother wanted a girl and got you instead?" he laughed. Martin tried to ignore the man's taunts. "Made you dress up like a girl did she? The kids at school teased you since you were the only boy who wore dresses to school?" he taunted even more. "SHUT UP!" Martin yelled at the man. Martin stood by the door, even though there were plenty of seats. He just wanted to get out of here. "What's your name honey." Martin was becoming very nervous with this guy. "You know how long it's been since I cuddled with a woman?" "I'm not a woman." Martin hissed. "You sure look like one to me. I like that mask you're wearing. Kinda turns me on, you know. Been a while for me you know." "I'm not interested in what you want." Martin said looking out the door. "Oh, but I am very interested in what I want," the man said now standing. He was much larger than Martin. Martin now envisioned scenes of prison rape as the man looked him over. "And my very interested, trumps your not interested, big time. You know what I'm saying here," he said and grinned rubbing his crotch. "Please, I don't want any problems here. I will be leaving here shortly. Can you just leave me alone till then?" "Well, well. I can see you are very shy. Hey, I'm not a bad guy you know. Not at all. There are cameras in here you know. Well, except for the toilet. I tell you what I'll do for you pretty boy. You come over and sit and cuddle with me till you have to leave, be my girl, and I promise you I won't lift your dress and bend you over that toilet." he said nodding toward the toilet. Martin grasped the bars tightly. He saw his red fingernails and cursed his feminine appearance. "I'm innocent," he whispered as the man touched his shoulder. "I'm supposed to be in a holding cell waiting for someone to pick me up. I'm not under arrest like you are. I haven't done anything wrong." his voice quivered now. "I'm waiting to see a lawyer myself. This is not a waiting room though. Let's make the best of it, you and me." "NO! Leave me alone." "Hey babe, why don't you just come over here and hold me," the man said turning Martin around. "Come on you pretty little thing. You want to sit with me and be my girlfriend for a little while, or should I just bend you over the toilet now? I'm so excited already just from looking at you. You look really hot to me. My name is Ted by the way." "HELP! Someone please help me," Martin yelled through the door. There was no response. Martin was trembling now as Ted took his hand and turned him to face him. "I don't think yelling is going to help. Tell me, you want to make out with me girly boy." Ted said looking through the eye holes of the mask. Martin lowered his eyes and began to softly weep feeling sorry for himself once again. Martin just shook his head, as words evaded him. Ted then pulled Martin's hand and led a reluctant Martin slowly over to the toilet. "You're a very emotional young lady aren't you?" Ted said "No!" Martin whimpered as he minced behind him his red toenails contrasting brightly against the floor. Martin's high heels had been removed by the officers before he was put in the cell. Ted instructed Martin to get on his knees and bend over the toilet and lift his dress up, while he was unzipping his pants. Martin backed up shaking his head, "Please, don't do this. I have money. I am very wealthy." "That's very nice to hear. Buy me something nice for Christmas," the man said forcing Martin to his knees beside the toilet. Martin resisted as he was pushed over the toilet. "NO!!!" Martin yelled out. "I want to make out with you instead," he pleaded. "I don't believe you honey." the man said taking his large cock out of his pants. "You don't really want to make out with me do you? I mean.....I think you just don't want to be butt fucked right now," he said in such a crude way. "No I really do. I want to make out with you." "Do you like guys, sweet cheeks? Are you a real faggot? I mean you are dressed like a girl and all," he asked with a grin. "Yes," Martin said his voice unsteady now trying to stop this man from having his way. "I'm actually married to a man." "Really? Oh, so even when you're not in a place like this you still prefer men." Ted laughed, "Good! I'm excited. This had better be good though, with you being experienced and all, or I'll drag your ass back over here to the toilet and spread those cheeks for you." Martin resigned himself, that for his own protection and self preservation, he needed to be a woman for this man, at least till he was summoned. Keeping this man's erection under control and out of his butt was Martin's main concern now.He now wished that the Baron would hurry to come and get him out of here. Martin took Ted by the hand and lead the man back to the bench and sat down next to him. Martin crossed his legs and slowly wiggled his red painted toenails when he noticed Ted looking at them. Martin then allowed his head to be tilted back and let this man, whom he had just met, to kiss his neck and shoulders. Martin put one arm around Ted's shoulders and rubbed the man's crotch with his other hand. Martin closed his eyes as he suffered this humiliation, but it was something he had to do it. It wasn't long before Martin had the man's erection in his hand and was stroking it as fast as he could at the same time running his fingers through the man's hair while the man kissed his shoulders. Ted was groaning with pleasure while being masturbated by Martin. Then he suddenly shot his semen into the air. Part of it landed on the Bliss Mask, but the majority of the man's semen landed in Martin's roller set hair, as his head was being held down against Ted's chest. Martin slowed his hand as Ted finished. Martin's forearm pained him from the long steady masturbation he had just performed on Ted. Martin was actually relieved at seeing Ted's ejaculation and had feared he was going to be forced to take the erection bent over. Then letting go he wiped his hand on the skirt of his dress. Ted pulled Martin to him. Martin was forced to drop his panties to his ankles and spread his knees wide apart. With his head on Ted's shoulder Martin sat quietly and allowed Ted to slide his hand under his skirt and fondle him till the guards came. For 45 minutes Martin suffered the indignity of letting this man fondle his penis, which stayed totally limp the whole time. Martin sat with his hands on his spread knees, hoping someone would come soon before this guy decided Martin needed to be put over the toilet seat anyway. The guard smiled when he saw the two of them together. "Alright, break it up you two." he said. "Ok Mrs. Vargos, pull your panties up and come over here." Martin did as he was told. "Turn your back to me and put your hands through the slot in the door here." Martin quickly did as he was told and the officer cuffed Martin's hands behind his back, then opened the door and led him out and they walked down the hallway. "That man assaulted me in there. He forced me to jerk him off." Martin pleaded with the guard as he was led down the hallway. "Lucky for you, you have that mask on," he chuckled. "Didn't look like you were to upset to me. Have a good time?" the guard said sarcastically. "Yeah. I can't wait to do it again." Martin said just as sarcastic. "Well, you may just get your chance there honey," he said pushing Martin into a small interview room. Martin was seated and once again his hands were cuffed to the table. The officer said nothing and walked away. "What is going on here?" Martin said under his breath. The door opened and Missy walked in. She was wearing a tight red leather skirt and black 3" pumps. She wore a white peasant blouse that was unbuttoned down to reveal much of the artificial cleavage she had acquired in her relationship with Martin's father. "Missy. How did you know I was here? Never mind. You've got to get me out of here." "I'm still listed as your emergency number I guess. Let's just say I was called. What the hell are you doing?" she hurried in and sat down in the chair across from him. Her fingernails were now painted a bright turquoise, and obviously professionally done, but she didn't wear them near the length she used to be required to wear them when she was married to Martin's father. "I'm fed up with this shit Missy. I was running from this nightmare. Can you blame me?" he looked at her as calmly as he could. "What about these charges Martin? Tell me what happened." "I told them of how I've been abused, and that I want to press charges against the Baron. I also want this marriage dismissed, and they put me in a holding cell with another guy till someone can take my statement." He leaned toward the table and whispered, "A guy tried to violate me in the cell. I had to pacify him or he would have had his way with me. Get me out of here Missy." "Is that what I see in your hair? Another man's semen?" she asked looking at the curlers with an unpleasant look on her face. "What would you expect being put in jail dressed as you are." "I did what I had to do Missy. Now take me out of here." "I can't Martin. As usual you didn't listen or trust me. Listen I don't know what you're talking about, you filing charges against the Baron. I do know though, that here are charges being filed against you," she said exasperated. "You were in a cell, not a waiting room you idiot. What's wrong with you?" "What did I do.....I didn't do anything. What did I do?" "Assault, and theft, to name a couple. What did you do to that woman." Missy looked at him with some concern. "I was just trying to get free Missy. You have no idea what it is like for me. I was a prisoner. They torture me, I am forced to accept being degraded. I can't take it anymore," he said hanging his head. The idea of being arrested on these charges did seem likely to Martin now that she had brought it up. "Missy, please. I'm not a woman." he regained his composure now. "I don't want to dress like one, and I....I just....I don't want to have sex with a man." He shook his head as he cried softly. "Why can't anybody see that." "They can see it Martin. They can," she said patting his hand. "That's why they tie you in that chair when they do your beauty treatments, and restrain you as you move about the premises. They know you don't want to dress like a girl honey, but you have no choice right now. You're husband wants you dressed as a woman, and that's how it's going to be, at least for now." She watched as Martin cried behind the Bliss Mask. "Martin, I need you to sign these papers so I can get you out of this terrible mess you're in," her sympathy quickly changed to a blunt reality of why she was there. He looked at the papers. One was for the transfer of some funds from his account to hers. He noticed again that her name was Michelle Jacobs. "Why Missy do you need money?" He looked up at her, "Why did my father not leave you any money? What's really going on here?" "It's a long story Martin and I don't have all the answers yet. I'm still trying to piece together what has happened and what it is going on." "When did you change your name back to Jacobs? It says Jacobs here. When did you do that?" he looked at her. "Just sign here Martin. We don't have time foe all this," she said ignoring his question. "I'm not signing anymore documents till you tell me what is going on Missy." "Fine Martin you want to know. Here is what I know. I was evidently never actually married to your father," she said in a mocking way, "That prick fooled me and everyone else by staging a phony wedding ceremony. Why? I don't know! I didn't even know we weren't married till the will was read," she threw her hair back in frustration. "When I think of how long I walked around on that man's arm as his stupid little bimbo, and allowing him to take all those sexual liberties..........it really pisses me off." She stood up obviously upset. Martin was confused. "Why the charade?" he wondered to himself. "I was surprised when the dowry money was offered to me by the Baron, as your mother," she said looking at Martin, "They were obviously unaware of this situation too, so I took it. It must have been quite a secret. As far as I am concerned your father owed me that money. I was his obedient little Barbie doll for too many years to get nothing out of that whole deal. He owed me more than I got Martin," she said raising her eyes to Martin again, then gave a wicked little smile. "I'm here for the more. I want more Martin." "I will not be blackmailed by you Missy," he yelled at her. "Yes you will Martin. You will be blackmailed by me, and you will like it Martin, compared to the alternative. Most of your father's estate was left to his real wife I've been told, whoever the hell she is. That bastard was living a double life. You have a nice little trust fund that was left to you Martin. All I want in this deal is..................half," she bent over and put her hands on the table and looked at him. "You can't do this Missy. I didn't do anything to you. Why are you trying to blackmail me like this?" "True, you didn't do anything to me. You're correct. But, your father........that asshole did! He gave you some of HIS money , and you are going to pay me back for my time in that perverts non-marriage, with some of that money. It's called following the money honey." "What? You're crazy. Why would I even think about such a thing? You can't get me out of here obviously," he said. "You need me here in this situation to leverage me. I can see that now. Why would you want to help me out of here? " "I'm your best bet Martin." she said giving him a knowing look. "Listen, I don't know how all these other people are tied into this marriage thing. I don't know any of them, nor do I know any details. I just know I was used by your father Martin." She stood up and took a deep breath and regained her composure. "Strange though, you know the only real difference between you and I Martin right now?" she gave him a smile, "I don't mind having my toenails painted." She seemed satisfied that she had made her point that he was in a dire situation, and she was the only person he could openly talk to. Martin didn't react but just stared straight ahead. "How do I know you won't just take my money and leave me here?" "Oh, you don't sweetie, and the money I take will be MY money. It's just a chance you will have to take if you want my help," she smiled as if she might be hiding something else, "I'm telling you I will help you if you help me right now. I have nothing to gain by leaving you here afterwards." She threw her arms up and looked around the room. "So Martin. Do you want to negotiate this little settlement with me and have a chance at being set free?" She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "And live like a man again." she stood back up and looked at him, "Or do you want live the rest of your life very comfortably as the Lady Vargos. Well, you may be a little uncomfortable sitting at times after having a dick in your ass I guess, now that I think about it. In any case, I'll have to make do with the few millions I've received already in the dowry? Hmmm.........and you may have to do without more than money," she smiled patting her own crotch, knowing she was in the strong position. "You know I have no problem having no penis. How about you?" Martin reluctantly picked up the pen. "Oh no honey, I want to hear you say the words to me. Tell me....you need my help" she whispered with much satisfaction. "Why Missy? It's obvious isn't it," he stared blankly. "Do it and I'll tell you why. Ask for the pen and say it," she said sexily. Martin shook his head, "Missy, may I have the pen so I can sign this. I need you to help me," he said knowing how stupid it all sounded, but he had to try something, and in his mind this would leave a paper trail for any future attempts at getting back at her he might try. "Sure sweetie," she said handing him the pen and he signed the money transfer, Marcia Vargos. "I will get you out of here because I believe now believe this is what your father wanted for you and anything I can do to foil his plan, I will find most satisfying." She stood quickly. "How do you know this Missy?" "Thank you very much Martin. I understand you have applied for your public crossdressing permit already," she said and giggled, then smiled at him, "Sorry honey, but you are going to need a permit right now. The attorney is working on your annulment as we speak, which will be based on your sex change, and desire to be a woman of course. Be sure and keep telling as many people as you can of your desire to be a real woman. Act like a girl Martin. Make them believe it, for a few more days anyway. Now darling, I must go and cash a check." The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 17 "Don't go yet Missy, I have more questions." "I'll be in touch soon." As she got to the door she turned and looked at him, "Martin. Go back to that house and finish up your last night of the consummation and get through the celebration. I hear your husband is leaving town on business right after the banquet. I will be there, and I will talk to you then." She could see his resistance, "Just do it Martin. Just be a girl in the bedroom for one more night. You've already done it twice, one more night won't matter. Don't worry what everyone else is thinking of you. We may be able to get you out of all this and very soon. Something new has come up. Could really speed things up for you." Then she left the room. "What!" he yelled. "What did she mean by that?" The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 18 WARNING: This story is a forced feminization tale and contains scenes of graphic sex and s/m. * The door opened and two officers entered the room. A woman who appeared to be in charge stepped inside the door. She gave Martin a stern look. "Mrs. Vargos. I'm here to inform you that charges are not formally being filed against you at this time, however while this case is being investigated you will remain in the area. You are being released, and are free to go, however, because of your crossdressed state you must be accompanied by another adult. You will be allowed to leave with them and return straight home. They are at the front desk waiting for you." She then turned and left. The men were uncuffing Martin and assisted him in standing up. He was taken to be processed out where a young woman couldn't help but smile the whole time as she returned Martin's personal belongings. "Alright Mrs. Vargos. Let's see here. We have one white clutch purse, and one uhm......collar?" she said looking the collar over then she looked up at Martin suppressing a curious smile as she slipped the collar in the bag. She imagined him wearing the collar and figured he must be into some Master/Slave thing with his male friends. "A compact, a pair of scissors, and a key. There is also sixty dollars in cash that will be returned to the person who reported it missing." She pushed all the items forward in front of him. "Oh yeah," she snickered as she reached down and sat down Martin's high heels on the counter, "And one pair of six inch white high heels. Please sign here that you received all these items please," she said looking at this man in the Bliss Mask and curlers. Martin stared at her not breaking eye contact as he took the heels and slipped a shoe on one foot and then the other, as if he did this every day. He then took his things, keeping his head up proudly as to not allow this girl to think she could have any effect on his dignity with her opinions and smirks, though in his mind he was desperately searching for any signs of dignity, and male pride he may have had left. He was then directed out the door and down the hallway where two men were waiting to take him home. It was the same two guys he recognized from the wedding. Each one took and arm and escorted Martin out of the building. "Took you two assholes long enough to get here. Don't you guys know I have pressing matters to attend to at the manor, like cleaning my dildos," Martin said trying to get a response from the either of the two. "What no handcuffs? I'm disappointed in you guys. Look, if we're going to be seen in public together I need to have the appropriate jewelry for my outfit," Martin said sarcastically as he was escorted quickly to the limo, feeling the grips on his arms tighten at his words. The back door was already open and he was placed inside and strapped into the seat around his waist as before. "Why thank you Lurch," Martin said again with sarcasm to the biggest guy after his legs were strapped in. A strap was pulled around Martin's chest and upper arms and pulled very tight cinching his arms to his side. "Lurch darling, are you sure that's tight enough. I can still breath you know," Martin said in a falsetto voice mocking the man. The two men reached in and with one holding one end of the strap, the other pulled the waist strap till it was crushing Martin mid section, then the same with the chest strap. "AGHHH!" Martin groaned as they did his ankles next. "Is that better ma'am?" the man asked with a smirk and then closed the door. Martin sat quietly gasping from the constriction he now found himself in. It hurt. Martin knew what he was going back to. There would be plenty of pissed off people at the estate, and he was going have to do the last night of the consummation after all, unless somehow the world came to an end before this evening. He rode silently back to the estate. Martin half expected the Baron to be out front waiting to punish him in some uniquely, strange way for having run away from him. He could see himself being beaten with a cane by the baron in front of all the staff to show what happens to men who don't conform to the idea of being women. He remembered how Dorothy had told him in the garden, that he believed his breast implants were a punishment for him having tried to run away once from his husband. Martin couldn't allow himself to dwell on this subject now, but it was difficult not to think about it. I mean he could be looking at a large pair of his own breast hanging form his chest in the near future as a result of his escape attempt. The car was parked and Martin was taken out of the car and his hands were cuffed behind his back. Before he was escorted down the walkway through the gardens at the back of the estate, Martin's ankles were manacled together with 2' of chain between them dragging the ground. "Is this really necessary?" "Get going," one of the guys pushed him forward and Martin shuffled his feet quickly in his 6" heels as he tried to keep up with the two men who were holding his arms and almost pulling him along now. "What are you guy's doing?" he said as he twisted in their grip. "Listen, I have money of my own. I can make it where you never have to work again if you will help me get out of here." Martin said breathing hard from the pace of the difficult walk he was having to perform in his hobbled state. The men ignored him and directed him toward the house. Martin walked up the steps and stepped inside and was led down the familiar hallway that led to the dressing room. The door to the dressing room was open and standing next to the styling chair was Leanne in a short dress and a cape over her arm. She had a pleasant smile on her face as she looked at Martin. "Have a nice trip into town Mrs, Vargos?" she said with a look in her eye that made Martin uneasy. "Please bring him over here fella's," Leanne said, pointing to the middle of the floor. Above was the pulley used to lift Martin for his corseting. Martin stood as his hands were uncuffed and then attached to the leather cuffs attached to the rope. His hands were pulled over his head, and his legs pushed together and tied at the ankles. "Thank you gentlemen. That will be all for now. If you would just wait outside in case I need you I would appreciate it." She followed them to the door and closed an locked it. Leanne's heels clicked as she walked back over to Martin and ran her hand under his dress and rubbed his crotch. Martin jumped at her touch as it was not her way to just touch him for no reason. She walked casually over to the counter and picked a some diaper pins that were laying there. She tilted her head and looked at him as she walked back to him. "So Mrs. Vargos! You felt you needed to handle my pussy. Why is that ma'am?" she said lifting the back of his dress. "I was........" "That's enough. I don't really need to know why, nor do I care," she said as she raised and pinned the hem of his dress to the shoulders of his dress. "And you were very rough with my breast too. You know that hurt me a lot," she said dropping the petticoat he was wearing to the floor. "Is that how you really think women enjoy being treated Mrs. Vargos? Maybe that's why your not married to a woman right now, because you don't know how to treat them properly." She now walked around to face him. She pushed his head down so he was looking at the floor and she began removing the rollers from his hair. "Hold still," she said as she tossed the rollers on the counter as she removed them and when she had them all out, Martin felt with great relief the Bliss Mask finally being removed. The straps were loosened and then she pulled it away from his face. The were indentations in Martin's face where the straps had been pulled tight. Leanne picked up the tape and put it up to Martin's mouth, at which Martin turned his head. "Uhm, I don't think so Mrs. Vargos. If I were you, I would cooperate as much as possible right now," she said seriously, but keeping her gaze calm. Martin turned back and allowed his mouth to be taped shut by Leanne. She was rather rough with the taping process and used many more strips than were really needed, pulling the tape hard across his face to make her point she was in charge now. Martin watched helpless as walked over and picked up a small board from the counter. "There, you like that?" she said mocking him as she put another strip of tape across his mouth. "Now Mrs. Vargos, what if I just take a little more slack out of this rope," she said cranking the rope through the pulley till his arms were pulled tight, with only half his weight on his toes now. "There now. Comfortable?" She asked as he grunted from being pulled up. She walked back over to talk to him. "I'm assuming it's been awhile since you've been spanked for misconduct," she said looking at the paddle now in her hands. "I've got to admit, it's been a long time since I've had to administer a spanking to a young man." she smiled at his stare, "but I have done it. Oh, I'm not talking about the little play spanking you did with your ex wives Mrs. Vargos, " she said dropping her smile. Then she said, "I'm talking about a justified punishment." She paused for a moment, "You know I really don't like doing this. I don't like seeing young men like yourself scream and cry because of physical pain being administered by me. Lord knows I see enough crying from dressing you guys to be pretty brides for your husbands." She then lifted Martin just of the floor with the winch. His toes less than an inch off the floor, but he could not touch it. Martin swayed slightly then the punishment began. "Are you ready to begin," she asked as she touched the paddle to his bare bottom to mark the target. [SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!] Leanne swung the paddle fell hard on Martin's bare, unprotected ass. "UMPHHHHH!" Martin struggled as he hung suspended. The intense burning, stingy of each impact caused a panic. "I DID NOT appreciate you handling my breast and pulling my nipples like you did. Who do you think you are?" [SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!] "UMPHHHHH!!!" Martin jerked after each blow as his body gently swayed in the air from the blows of the paddle descending on his bare helpless ass, as Leanne hit him very hard. "My PUSSY is off limits to you and anybody else that. You pulled on my pussy. AND I......." [SMACK!] She took a very hard swing to accentuate each word.. "DID" [SMACK!] "NOT" [SMACK!] "APPRECIATE IT!" [SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!] "NUUUMMMM! UMMMPPPHHHH!!!!" Martin swung about on the rope jerking and kicking with both legs that were tied together at the ankles, unable to stop Leanne from administering the paddle as she wished. He screamed into the tape as his face was flooded with tears. Leanne had hit him very hard, taking big swings. The men outside the room could hear the paddle as it smacked Martin's bare bottom each time, but his muffled screams were less audible. "I want full cooperation from you the rest of tonight and tomorrow. Do you understand me? I could care less how much your ass swells up at this point. We have a lot to do. And most of all, I could care less what you think about it." [SMACK!] Are you ready to be a part of all this now, Mrs. Vargos?" [SMACK! SMACK!] "UMMMPPHHH," Martin was shaking his head franticly for her to stop. "Are you ready for me to let you down," she said as she gave him a little spin on the rope. "Ummpff," he snorted shaking his head yes. [SMACK] "Are you ready to cooperate FULLY with me from here on out? We can do this again in the morning you know. I may decide to do this all again anyway. I just don't feel satisfied yet." "UMMPPHHHH!" he shook his, trying to turn from her but it was no use. [SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!] "UMPPHHHH!!!" Martin screamed again as Leanne slowly turned Martin twisting the rope in one direction. A the rope got tight she gave Martin a hard twist and his body coiled up the rope even more then as the rope recoiled, Martin began spinning faster and faster. Martin shook his head as he was so disoriented, begging her to stop, but Martin was in for one more spin before she put the drawstring bag over his head and let the two men back in the room. "I'd like him stripped and over here now," she said as Martin was let go and unable to stand. All his clothes were stripped from him and he was placed in the styling chair. His arms strapped to the arms and his legs swung over his forearms strapped at the sides of the chair leaving his crotch fully exposed. His chest and waist were were tightly strapped and his head nodded uncontrollably from side to side. The men then left the room again. "So ma'am. Just so you know, your ass looks as if it is just a little bruised right now. I'm not real happy with that, as I want it really bruised, but we will see how well you behave. Hope you enjoyed that. You asked for it after all, by your actions." She said as she gave the chair a quick spin. "I will be back in a little bit. I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up, before I get you ready for tonight." Leanne reached down and shook his penis and said, "Good, I want you hanging just like that and your testicles too. Yes that looks very nice. You know why I am touching you like this right now Mrs. Vargos? Because I can. Now while I'm out you will be receiving a testicle massage from the girls and a nice penis knob polishing." Martin was shaking his head. He'd rather have more of the paddle than having his nuts squeezed by those sadistic girls again. He couldn't change a thing in his situation and he knew it. He sat still, though tense and waited for the girls to enter the room. "Hello again ma'am. I see you are all ready for your massage," the one girl said as she snapped on a plastic glove. The other girl giggled. "So I hear you desire a deep testicle massage along with an invigorating knob polishing today. Now ma'am, before we start, do you have a preference on which one of us gives you the testicle massage and which does the knob polishing?" Martin didn't say a word as he waited for the torture to begin. He heard the snap of more gloves being put on. Some things were moved around on the counter, and then Martin felt his penis and testicles in the girls grip as she oiled down his groin area. As she worked she explained to Martin that the way they like to do this, and what was most popular with the women who got their testicles massaged and knob polished together is she would start with the testicle massage, slowly easing in deeper, then she would give way for a minute of having his penis knob polished with a stiff bristled hair brush. Then the testicle massage would resume, and become more intense, of course the brushing would become more vigorous also. "Do you have and questions before we begin?" she said as she put the oil down. Martin said nothing. Muffled groans were heard through the door as Martin tensed up against bonds as she rolled one of his testicles between her thumb and fingers. The men grinned at the groans, as they didn't know what was being done, but they knew two young ladies were making this man very uncomfortable in some way. Then a continuous high pitch frantic muffled scream was heard as Martin's penis knob was vigorously polished with the stiff bristle hair brush. The process continued back and forth for a while finally ending with both girls doing their techniques at the same time. Martin fought violently against his bonds as he received the deepest part of his massage. "Oh yes ma'am. This is the part the women like the most, when we do them both together," she said while they were giving Martin his treatment. She rolled Martin's testicles vigorously back and forth between her palms as the other girl polished his knob, literally scrubbing the tip of his penis with the brush now. Martin fought the restraints, and screamed uncontrollably into the tape gag. After the two girls left Martin sat softly grunting at the ache in his groin. Leanne entered the room and pulled a chair up next to him. "It's time to stop messing around Mrs. Vargos and get serious. Like it or not, you have a duty and an obligation to fulfill in that bedroom tonight with your husband," Leanne said as she calmly raised Martin's penis and looked at the tender red head that had just been brushed. "Their will be many people working in here in the morning bright and early preparing you for the ceremony. You will be cooperative, and allow us to do what we need to do to you to get you ready." She touched Martin's testicles and he flinched from the ache. "Mrs. Vargos, I will not hesitate to have this all done again in the morning if it is needed," she said allowing his penis to drop. "Do you understand what I'm saying here? Your testicles and penis are only good for one thing at this point as far as I'm concerned. Your maleness is the best way to persuade you to let us feminize you. " The red bag on Martin's shoulders nodded that he understood. "Good. Now we don't have much time after your little escapades today, so I'm going to just shampoo this hair, and set it in brush rollers. You can sleep in rollers tonight. It won't hurt you and I'm sure your husband will understand. Lord knows my mother slept in rollers almost every night." Martin was strapped in the chair and had his hair set in rollers, before Leanne applied his makeup for the evening. He then was dressed in a white garter belt, and white lace stockings. He wore no panties and his penis and testicles hung openly and swayed as he walked, aching from the massage he had just received. His feet were in the 6" white pumps from before, and he wore a white padded bra, with a white mid drift tee shirt. "Please bend over and grab your ankles now Mrs. Vargos," Leanne said as she was putting on a plastic glove and picked up a tube of lubricant. Martin said nothing and did as she said gripping his ankles firmly as she lubricated his sore ass hole with here gloved finger. Martin's knee's buckled a little initially but he kept his legs straight and allowed her to finish. "Ok, you can stand back up now." Leanne took two clip on earrings and snapped them on his ears. They were different than before, both having large red rhinestones in a gold setting about the size of a quarter. Leanne looked at the earrings and said, "Oh, by the way, I'm going to pierce your ears tomorrow." She stared at at his eyes till his gaze dropped showing no signs of an argument. "What, no comment?" She took out another stone that looked like the earrings but it had no snap on it. "Be still," she said as she lubricated the jewel and worked it into Martin's belly button. It was uncomfortable, and he squirmed as she worked it in, but he tried to cooperate as much as possible. She stepped back and looked at the naval jewel. "Get used to it. That will be an everyday accessory for you from now on. Your husband likes jewels in your navel." Leanne looked him over one more time. "How do you feel Mrs. Vargos?" she asked. "Ok," he said softly. "Do you feel sexy now Mrs. Vargos?" She asked him with a smirk on her face. Martin looked away from her. "Yes." "Good. It's time. Your husband is already in the bed waiting for you." Leanne walked to the door and opened it. She smiled and waved him through. "Have a lovely evening Mrs. Vargos. I'll be seeing you bright and early in the morning." Martin walked through the door quietly and saw the Baron propped up on some pillows. Martin walked to the bed, putting his hand of the foot rail his hands had been tied to the first night. "So, what are you going to do to me first?" he asked with no emotion in his voice, conscious of how he looked with his maleness hanging. "Ah, my sweet, I'm am so very tired tonight. Come crawl up here next to me," he said patting the bed next to him. Martin stared at him for a moment and then he walked slowly in his heels to the side of the bed not taking his eyes off the Baron. Martin stopped for a moment, then reluctantly slid into the bed next to the Baron. The Baron kissed him and smiled as he looked at the rollers in Martin's hair. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 18 "I have spent so much time pleasuring you during our consummation," the Baron said, "I would like to have a nice quiet night of you pleasuring me," he said as he pushed Martin's head down so he lay across the Baron's stomach. Martin took the Baron's large uncircumcised penis in his hand, and began to massage it, working it in both hands. The Baron gave a slight groan of satisfaction as he lay his head back on the pillows and picked up a magazine and thumbed through the pages of nude women, while Martin stimulated him. The Baron's erection grew harder and Martin was now fully stroking the erection in an attempt to masturbate the Baron, before he had other ideas. "Oh yes Marcia, that is so good," he said patting Martin's curlers. After half an hour Martin was getting tired, and was trying different things on his husband. When the Baron put his hand on the back of Martin's neck and pressured Martin's head down, Martin resisted, at least initially. The large purple head just inside the foreskin was in front of Martin's mouth now. "Damn it," Martin whispered softly where only he could hear, and then opened his mouth as wide as he could and allowed the Baron's large erection to enter his mouth. His head was pushed halfway down the shaft and then the Baron let his hand up, and allowed Martin to raise his head up and down with his lips stroking the shaft, Martin was once again giving his husband a headjob. "Oh, that feels so good Marcia," the Baron said as he changed magazines and opened up another to a fresh new set of nude women. The Baron gazed at he pages of the women he saw as the sexiest while he moaned at the extreme pleasures Martin's lips were delivering to his erection. Martin felt even more degraded, even as he was being used to by his husband. It didn't make sense to Martin, but the Baron not paying any attention to him was causing and even greater despair in Martin. The Baron pushed Martin's head a few times causing him to pick up the pace. Martin was breathing heavily through his nose as he delivered the blowjob even faster. Martin could tell the Baron was getting close. He felt him shifting around more and he sighed and groaned louder. Grabbing Martin's head the Baron rolled him over on his back and began humping his hips into Martin's face. Martin gagged as the huge erection went deep into his throat and was held there. "GAWWK!!! AWK!!! ACK!!GAWWK!!" were the embarrassing, but totally involuntary sounds that were coming from Martin on each thrust now. His eyes squinted closed and his face bright red, even shades of blue when the cock was held in his throat for a little longer. Tears ran out the sides of Martin's eyes. He couldn't stop his husband from being so rough. The Baron then grabbed a hand full of the curlers at the back of Martin's head and pulled his head into him as he pushed his hips forward at the same time. Martin gagged and thought he might die, as the Baron's semen exploded into Martin's throat. He was held like this till the Baron's orgasm was complete and slowly his head was released. Martin rolled over choking and coughing, some of the Baron's semen drooling out the side of his mouth. Martin rolled over and said nothing as he cried to himself. Martin was awakened by the Baron again that evening. The Baron already with raging hardon, he had Martin roll over on his hands and knees and stick his naked bottom high up in the air to be serviced. Martin gave some passive resistance, but was soon pushing his own face into the bed, biting the pillow. His red fingernails clawing the sheets and his red toes all curled tightly, as he tried with all his might not to scream out loud, while the Baron's large erect penis worked in and out Martin's very sore bottom. Nothing was said between the two. The sex was long and hard, and finally Martin's resistance broke and a tear filled plea came from his lips, but quietly in a whimper. "Stop, please, just stop," and Martin began crying. The Baron continued to exercise his husbandly rights in Martin's butt hole till he had a very satisfactory orgasm deep inside Martin. Martin squealed at the force of the push during the orgasm, but said nothing. The Baron removed his cock from Martin, and rolled over. He gave Martin a quick peck on the cheek before going to sleep. Martin lay in the dark staring. He didn't know what to do anymore. No matter how hard he fought it, he had to do it all anyway. "Maybe I have to do this." He shook his head at the thought. The ceremony would be tomorrow and Leanne may even have him softened up before she started. His thoughts were now beginning to conflict. "I don't want this role in life. Being a guys wife?" he rolled over on his back, "but maybe I have no choice. I may have to be his wife after all." Tears again rolled down his face as he sobbed softly in the darkness. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 19 Martin had little sleep that night. Though his husband lay up next to him in the bed, he had gone to sleep after their last sexual encounter. Martin stared at the wall in the dark, his husbands arms wrapped around him. As tired as he was, it was very uncomfortable to sleep in the hair rollers, plus he was so emotionally upset, and his bottom hurt from the sexual activity, but he finally nodded off into a difficult sleep. Martin was awakened by a tap on the door. It was Leanne. "Baron.....sir?" she said through the door, "It's 5:00 sir. We need to begin prepping the bride for the ceremony." "Thank you. Just a moment. I'll let you know," the Baron said as he hugged Martin tighter. "Thank you sir," she said and she went about prepping things for Martin. Martin felt the Baron put his hand on the back of his curlered head from behind him, and pressed his head down till his chin was touching his chest. Martin was puzzled at first as he was held firmly, and then realized when the Baron's lips touched the back of his neck he was receiving his last hickey for the previous nights intercourse they had shared. Martin was uncomfortable being bent over like that and his legs moved nervously across the sheets, but he lay as still as he could so his husband could finish the deed. Martin felt the Baron's pelvis rub up against his butt cheeks as he continued sucking on his neck. Martin prayed that the Baron's cock would not become erect and turn into a morning erection that would need to be taken care of. Martin felt the Baron's cock slowly growing harder though. The hickey took longer than normal as the Baron became more excited as he sucked on Martin's neck. Finally when the Baron stopped, he released Martin and then stood up by the bed and assisted a reluctant Martin out of the bed. The Baron smiled at Martin and gave Martin a soft kiss on the lips. Martin turned away in disgust as the kiss finished. The Baron then had a seat on the edge of the bed again and spread his legs wide, stroking his full erection a few times while looking lovingly at Martin. He then gently put his hands on Martin's shoulder and pushed him down to his knees between his own legs. Martin said nothing but shook his head and mouthed the words "no" as he sank reluctantly to his knees. Martin turned his head slightly not wanting to look at the huge erection, while his husband continued to stroke it in front of Martin's face. Martin knew what was going to happen next but he wouldn't do it on his own, he just couldn't do it. It was a disgusting and terrible thing his husband was about to make him do. The Baron took his huge erection and with his other hand on the back of Martin's neck just under his hair curlers, he pulled Martin's head firmly down and put his cock to Martin's lips. Smearing the pre-cum on his lips as Martin pressed his lips together. Martin tried to resist, though passively, but his efforts were short lived and soon the head of the Baron's cock finally slid between Martin's red lips. He now was on his knees with his husbands huge cock in his mouth once again. He was only a third of the way down the huge shaft when his head was forced up and down in a rhythmic motion by his husband. Martin held on to the Baron's thighs as the pace quickened, his red fingernails digging in. The Baron received much pleasure from Martin's sucking as he guided his head, then he released Martin's neck and Martin was now on his knees sucking his husbands cock on his own, keeping the fast pace that was set by the Baron as best he could. Martin had now assumed the standard submissive and most humiliating position, that women have traditionally done for centuries, of giving a blowjob on his knees for his husbands pleasure. "Oh yes! That feels so nice Marcia," the Baron said throwing his head back and looking at the ceiling as the pleasure of Martin's oral massage began to cause tremors in his body. Martin's jaws strained and ached as his mouth was forced open so wide by the huge cock. Then in his passion, the Baron demanded he even go deeper and faster. Martin choked a as the cock thrust deep in his throat a few times . The Baron then pulled Martin's curlered head down on him hard, as he neared the point of having an orgasm. Martin could feel his husbands body tighten up and the the pull on his hair hurt tremendously, as Martin reached up with both hands and grabbed the Baron's wrist to try and relieve the pull on his hair. Martin couldn't stop him and struggled as he began gagging on the huge cock now in his throat. Leanne was outside waiting for Martin when she heard the sounds Martin gagging. Martin's head was being held firmly in place by the Baron now. Martin could not stop the events that were now beginning as the semen began to flow from the end of his husband's penis into his throat and mouth. Martin's face contorted in disgust and desperation. His cheeks expanded, and puffed out, as his mouth was quickly filled with his husband's warm, salty, pungent juices. Martin swallowed involuntarily the first load of cum he received, as his husband then finished a most enjoyable orgasm. Martin squealed a high pitched but muffled cry after he swallowed the first ejaculate, and a second load then squirted into his mouth. Then there was a loud gasp from Martin as air entered his lungs again with the coughing from the cum that he also accidentally inhaled. Leanne smile realizing that Martin had just given his husband an early morning quickie blowjob, and he would soon be ready to start his day. The Baron said nothing while Martin sat back on his knees, head down with cum dripping out one corner of his mouth, desperate for air and trying to regain some composure. His eyes all red and teary from what had just happened, he broke out crying softly as the Baron took a hold of Martin's tee shirt he was wearing, and wiped the excess cum from his cock on it. He kissed Martin on top of his curlers, stood up and left the room without saying a word to him. Martin still by the bed on his knees, wiped his mouth on the white tee shirt as Leanne was entering the room. She had the red bag to cover his head in her hand. "Good morning Mrs. Vargos. Please get off your knees and turn around for me please," she said without emotion or giving him a chance to respond. The now emotionally and physically drained Martin, slowly did as she requested and Leanne cuffed Martin's hands behind his back. "Thank you. Did you have a good night?" she asked turning him to face her. She smiled a knowing smile looking at the sight of the cum still on his chin. Martin said nothing. A man had just ejaculated his full load of semen into mouth, with him swallowing most of it, and she wanted to know if he had fun doing it. She looked at him and tilted her head with an inquisitive smile. She studied him for a moment and then she raised the bag. She held it up in front of him. Martin just looked at her at first, then he lowered his eyes and lowered his head. Leanne slipped the bag over his head roughly, pulling the drawstrings tight, and tied it off around his neck. "Just back up a little bit," she said as she guided him to the bed post. Leanne pulled a strap around Martin's chest, thighs and ankles, securing him firmly to the post. "What are you doing?" A weary voice said from in the bag. She then took Martin's limp penis in her hand and rubbed her thumb slowly over the head. Martin jerked at the restraints and groaned at the stinging discomfort from the tender head that had been brushed so vigorously the night before.. "Ouch," Martin said softly as she kept doing it. "Still a little tender from last nights knob polishing?" She kept rubbing the edges of the head of his penis as a reminder for him while she talked. "I need the utmost cooperation from you today Mrs. Vargos, and I think you need to start the day off with a reminder that your penis is not a reason why you shouldn't wear pretty dresses in a public event, but it is at this point a source of discomfort at times, at least as far as you're concerned. But you know that now, don't you?" "Stop this Leanne." Martin was emotionally unable to take it. "Don't do it. I'll cooperate with you. What other choice do I have?" "None actually, but I'm very sorry Mrs. Vargos. I honestly feel you need a little more persuasion here before we start your day just to be sure." "No Leanne." Martin stood helpless with penis and testicles hanging for her discretion. He would have no choice but to stand there let her do what she thought was right, unless he could somehow talk her out of it. There was a knock at the bedroom door. "Ah, there she is. Come in please," Leanne called out. "Good morning all," the young girl said as she hurried in the room. She looked at Martin bound to the pole now. "So, are we ready to get another knob polishing already, or is it a testicle massage we need this morning?" she said snapping on a plastic glove. "Leanne listen to me damn it. I can't take you doing this to me again," Martin said hanging his head while crying softly in the darkness of the hood. "I'll do what you want. I'll cooperate." Martin could hear them moving about the room but nothing was said. He heard a chair being pulled up and the girl sat down in front of him. She took his penis in her hands. Martin jumped as she began oiling his penis and testicles as she had done before in preparation. Her hands sliding the full length of his limp penis and then gently caressing his hanging testicle and oiling them. If Martin hadn't known what was going to happen next, this might have been quite pleasurable. "Leanne, stop this. I'll do it, damn it. Put your damned dress on me. You don't have to do this" Even as Martin's pleas continued, so did the preparation, as his cries seemed to fall on deaf ears, and his testicles and penis were now well oiled and prepared. The girl then separated his testicles and put an elastic band around each one, allowing the second band to snap rather hard on the hairless sac as she released it. "OWWW!! Stop this! What else do you people want from me?" he screamed out from the hood, tugging at his bands, "I said I'd cooperate. What else do you want me to do? I'm cooperating," Martin yelled in a panic. Martin's penis was suddenly released by the girl, and she got up and walked away. Leanne sat down in the chair and took his penis in her hand and again rubbed her thumb over the head causing Martin to squirm in his bonds in slight discomfort. "Mrs. Vargos, personally, I still feel you need to have your testicles massaged this morning, but we will try it without the massage first. However, I won't hesitate to have this young lady come back in here and polish that knob and massage those testicles if you give me any problems today of any kind. This is a big day for you sir. You will be introduced as Lady Vargos to the public, and you will not mess up this joyous event with your attitude. Understand me Mrs. Vargos?" she said now with a inquisitive grin. "It may not make a lot of sense to you right now, but it's time for you to grow up and be a man about all this,..........but look like a woman while doing it. Can you do that?" "Yes," he said through his tears of relief that he had been spared this physical torment. Leanne had gotten him to agree this time by simply threatening him, though she wouldn't hesitate to proceed if she felt it was required. "That's wonderful Mrs. Vargos. Now let's take you in and begin your beauty treatments for your big event." Martin was then released and taken to be prepared for his big day. After being bathed and shaved from head to toe, by two attendants, Martin was strapped once again nude into the familiar styling chair and reclined so his head was in the sink. A towel was placed around Martin's neck and Leanne rinsed and shampooed his hair. After the shampoo she towel dried his hair and with his head still in the sink. She squeezed his hair with the towel getting most of the excess moisture out. Martin watched Leanne as she slipped on a plastic apron and a pair of plastic gloves. She smiled at him as she picked up a plastic bottle and shook it. "I'm going to dye your hair now." Leanne said as she held the hair dye for him to see. Martin closed his eyes as he realized now what she was doing. Martin didn't want his hair color changed. Then taking Martin's hair in one hand and the bottle in the other Leanne began working on his hair. Leanne talked with him as she proceeded to dye his hair a vibrant red color. "Do you have a problem with me dying your hair red this morning Mrs. Vargos?" she asked, taunting him, knowing he hated it. "No." he said bluntly. "You like having your hair dyed red, don't you Mrs. Vargos?" Leanne pressed to see his reaction. "Yes," Martin said with a little hesitation. "A new look will do you good. I always say you can tell a lot about a man by his hair. I think this summer we should go ahead and do the 'bubble gum pink' hair. It will match that Bimbo Barbie summer look I have in mind for you, and of course your public will be expecting it by then." she smiled looking at his emotional discomfort of the conversation, "After all, we do want all those snooty society women to be so jealous of you, don't we? Just think what they'll all be saying.........have you seen Lady Vargos's new hairstyle? OMG! You do like being the trend setter and center of attention on fashion, don't you Mrs. Vargos?" Leanne laughed. A tear fell from the corners of each of Martin's closed eyes and ran towards his ears. This was just a game to them. His life had been forcibly changed, and it seemed he was now to be the laughing stock for the entire communities amusement. He had no way out. "Yes," was all he said having no interest in discussing his impending public exhibition and humiliation he was about to be forced to endure. Leanne sat Martin up in the chair and toweled dried his hair leaving the wet, red hair mussed up on his head. "Wheeeew!! Look at that hair." Leanne gushed, "I knew you'd make a great redhead," she laughed while she sat the dryer over his head. After his hair was dry, he was rinsed and reset again, with a firm setting gel. Once again his hair was wound very tight in the familiar brush rollers. "How do those curlers feel today? I wound them extra tight for you. Do you like it?" Leanne smiled at his non reaction. She gave him a quizzical look. "Yeah, there fine. Leanne walked in front of Martin holding a plastic handled device. She looked at him and smiled a sly smile. "I'm so glad. It's time to get those ears pierced ma'am." she said as she watched his head lower and shake back and forth slowly. She turned his head and held him firmly. [Snap] "ouch," Martin said very softly as Leanne began the piercing. Martin gave no resistance and said nothing as three studs were snapped into each of his tender lobes. His right ear received and extra top piercing. The piercing stung initially and then burned as the rhinestone studs flickered in the light. Leanne admired him in his new studded earrings and said, "There we go, that will do for now. What do you think Mrs. Vargos?" she asked holding up a mirror and turning his head towards it. Martin looked at himself through tear dimmed eyes. He couldn't say anything. The red hair and pierced ears and earrings gave him a hopeless, sinking feeling inside now that these more permanent type alterations were happening to him. He felt degraded even more as a male. He looked up at Leanne, bewildered as she took his chin in her hand and said, " This ear will be getting a full perimeter piercing eventually by the way," she said touching the outside of his right ear. "I'm not sure how the other ear will end up, and who knows what else your husband may desire you have pierced and decorated with jewels in the future. You know how he likes to see you in jewelry," Leanne smiled at the look on Martin's face . Martin sat under the dryer while Leanne brought a few things into the room. Leanne removed the dryer once he was done and then explained that he would have his makeup and hair fully done first, and then the masked vale would be placed on his face. Many attendants would then be involved in dressing him. He was to cooperate fully with each one of them and to also be polite. "If we have to we can all take a break while you have a massage if it comes to that," she said reinforcing her control. She then informed him that Lisa would give him last minute details on his deportment and proper etiquette for his first big social event. She then prepared to do Martin's makeup. Martin sat with his chin up as Leanne applied a light foundation to his face. It was lighter than any she had used on him to date. Then she blushed his cheeks and then applied a powder to take away the sheen. Though the process was long and tedious as she made today extra special, Martin still had to wear the deep eye shadows as before and eyeliner instead of a liner pencil. False eyelashes were applied and a coat of black mascara, as the eyes were to be all important as they would seductively look out from behind the mask prior to his coming out. His lips were then lined and prepped for lipstick. Leanne held the lipstick up to show him, before she applied it to his lips. "The crowning glory for you Mrs. Vargos. Nothing more exotic than a man, with beautifully painted red lips. Wouldn't you agree Mrs' Vargos?" she grinned and proceeded to paint Martin's lips red. Martin's face was now fully ready for his public event. Leanne held up a mirror so Martin could see himself up close. "Do you like it?" she asked while touching up little details. Martin couldn't speak at first. He stared at his heavily made up face and wondered if she was serious about this. It was just beyond elegant, yet sexy in a way with a hint of glamor. "You don't think this is a little excessive?" he said flatly with no emotion. "Oh no ma'am. Absolutely not. This is your new social look. You're a very beautiful social butterfly." she said now taking the studs out of Martin's sore earlobes. Two large dangling earrings were put in the lobes and fastened. They hung down 2" in sparkling tiers of rhinestones. The other piercing were upgraded with large diamond studs. After she was done Martin was given the mirror again, "There is that better? See how the jewelry adds to the sophistication of your look?" Leanne asked flicking one of the earrings with her finger. "Yeah. It looks great. I can't wait." he said sarcastically. He thought he looked more like a Vegas Show girl looking for a trick. "That's not cooperation ma'am. Let's try this one more time before the attendants come in. You will say how much you like it and you think they are beautiful." Leanne stepped back and stared at him. "Yes, I think they are beautiful," Martin said in a subdued but very male voice. "Say it again and thank me," she insisted. "Yes, I think they are beautiful. Thank you very much." Martin reiterated. "Ok, You see ma'am, this is why I felt you needed another massage this morning. You've had your chance now. Any more problems and we will proceed with the massage. Do we understand each other?' "Yes, I understand." Martin said quietly, realizing he had to be very careful now. Leanne brought in a Styrofoam head that had a small hairpiece attached to it in curlers. The color matched the new red color of his own hair now. As Leanne removing his curlers she tested out his demeanor once again. "I'm giving you a very pretty formal updo today for this special event. I even have a hairpiece for you to add some height. Do you have any preference for hair ornaments you'd like to wear today or any other decorations for your hair ma'am? Flowers maybe?" Leanne put forth a question that would require a humiliating answer. Martin was stuck as what to respond. He stared straight ahead and thought then turned his eyes to the mirror and Leanne's reflection that was taking curlers out of his hair. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 19 "I will leave that decision up to you Leanne. I'm sure whatever you think will be best. It will be beautiful I'm sure." He cringed at the words, but it was better than the alternative which he felt would be even worse than before. Leanne smiled and seemed satisfied with the answer he gave. The hairdo took some time with all the hair being pulled up and pinned, then teased into a wild mess only to be combed and patted back into a very elegant looking curls. The hairpiece was likewise teased and then pinned on the top of his head. It was blended in by Leanne's expert attentions. When she had finished she took a gold, rhinestone covered tiara, and slid it in Martin's new hairdo. Leanne stood back and clapped her hands. "Oh my, yes! Your hair is gorgeous!" She turned Martin to the mirror. Martin stared hard trying to find himself in this image she had created. He looked nothing like himself. He felt ridiculous, and disheartened that he was soon to be forced out in front of all kinds of people looking like this. Leanne unstrapped Martin's arms. "Now Mrs. Vargos, I must pin this vale in your hair to cover your face while you are being dressed. She held up the purple silk piece of fabric, designed with rhinestones. Leanne then showed Martin a small eye mask that would fit over his ears, as glasses do. It was embellished also in rhinestones and feathers. "This will give you a very mysterious, and exotic look Mrs. Vargos. Seeing those beautiful eyes of yours through the mask, such mystique. Isn't that exciting?" Leanne gushed again. "Yes, it looks exciting," Martin said just copying her words. "Great then, let's put it on and see." Martin sat silently, closing his eyes while Leanne slid the mask carefully over his eyes resting it on his ears and nose. Martin looked up at her through the mask, his false eyelashes having just enough room not to hit the mask. Leanne smiled, "It's looks just darling Mrs. Vargos." Then she picked up the vale and pinned it in his hair so it hung just under the mask and down below his chin. The purple vale was a symbol of feminine submission to a man, and any good wife who was doing "The Three Nights Of Consummation," and was truly concerned with taking the greatest care of her husbands daily and sexual needs, would proudly be displayed in a vale for her coming out banquet.............and regardless of his true affections for his husband, Martin was going to be wearing one too. Leanne then released Martin from the chair and helped him stand up. She walked him to the other side of the room up close to the wall. She had him face the wall with his face just inches away. "Please just stand here while I bring in the others, and we make preparations for your dressing. You won't be in the way here," she said as she walked to the door. "OK, you can all come in now," she yelled out the door, "It's time to get him dressed. The girls came into the room and brought the things that would be needed and stole glimpses of Martin standing naked next to the wall. The newly dyed updo was very evident from the rear and caused some quiet conversations and a few giggles as things were being prepared. He heard the dressmakers stand being wheeled in. No doubt adorned with the dress he was going to be forced to wear today. Martin stared at the wall. No tears now, but he was feeling sorry for himself. He looked down at his large limp penis. He was a well endowed man, but because other people had decided he didn't need to use it for sexual purposes anymore, it had been decided it should just hang limp between his legs, as it was now. He was not asked how he felt about it, and for all he knew...............it is for the rest of his life. He looked at his feet. His immaculately, pedicured toenails, in bright red nail polish were in direct conflict with his large penis. Martin hated his father so much now for doing this to him. He didn't care why he had done it. It didn't matter. It was cruel what they were doing to him. He was not to be a woman, just a man dressed like a woman, married to another man. A public novelty, a source of local gossip with no escape. He still couldn't grasp it though. Martin's thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a light touch on his arm. "Mrs. Vargos. We are ready for you now." The voice of the pretty young blonde girl, with long straight hair, sounded so soothing. She was much younger than him and he found her very attractive. It only magnified the since of humiliation he felt as the pretty young girl led him by the arm from the wall and walked him to the middle of the room where he would be now transformed fully into the appearance of a woman and she was there to help. Martin was glad the a pair of panties were held out for him to step into. He was now not naked, which was little relief for what was next. A black leather waist wasp was brought out and wrapped around his waist. Leanne then took control of the situation. Cuffing Martin's hands in the overhead leather cuffs she had Martin raised up on his toes, stretching him so she could tighten the laces on the cincher properly. The girls all watched as Leanne cinched Martin tighter and tighter. They couldn't see Martin's face as it grimaced in a very unladylike manner as the pressure on his waist got greater. Leanne then used the bar to cinch him up even tighter and had one of the girls adjust the straps on the back of the wasp. Martin grunted with each twist that tightened the wasp. The area between his ribs and hips was dramatically decreased and now taking the shape she wished him to have. Martin finally had to say something, but he was careful as he groaned. "Oh Leanne, Isn't that tight enough?" "Just about done Mrs. Vargos," she said as she continued. When she was satisfied Martin's arms were slowly let down, which added more pressure to his waist. Some of the girls in the room felt uncomfortable watching his waist being pulled in like that and the discomfort it caused him. After he was let down it was time for the bra. D-cups as normal, with rather pointed cups that pushed the breast up, were strapped around his chest. One of the girls commented to another. "How would you like having to have pointed tits like that?" she giggled, "Not me. Looks likes some old sixties type torture bra to me." Martin was breathing in shallow gasp as he adjusted to the crushing cincher. Though it was difficult, Martin sat down while his stocking were pulled up his legs. The sheer black material with perfectly straight seems in the back were now attached to garters that hung from the cincher. A pair of hot pink, peep toe pumps were now brought out and Martin's feet were slipped into them one at a time. They had 6" spike heels and 1" platforms. Martin found it odd, but he hated wearing peep toed pumps. It was odd because he had an opinion on which type of women's high heels he didn't like. They hurt his toes, but his husband liked seeing his painted toenails when he is in public, so he had no choice but to wear them. He then stood very still as a strapless slip was put over his head and worked down his body. Martin took a deep breath as two girls approached him with the dress he was to wear today. It was formal knee length, cocktail dress. It was a bold 'hot pink' number that matched his pumps. The skirt had traditional skirt in a soft chiffon material and was designed to hang 2" above the knee. There was a silver metallic belt, 3" wide that would show off the beautifully narrow waist Martin had. The top was v-necked, just over the shoulders, so Martin's hickeys could be displayed properly, and the tan lines from his walk in the bikini were also visible. The front of the bra had been adorned with protruding nipples, so that when the dress was zipped and clung tightly to his heavily padded chest, the protrusions of the nipples would be most evident. It was a fashion statement that Martin didn't realize he was making till he saw himself in the mirror. Martin stepped into the dress without emotion and allowed the girls to pull it up and zip the back. The fabric clung tightly to his bodice. The girls all commented on the beauty of the dress. Martin was now dressed for the occasion. The last thing he needed was to be jeweled. Leanne took his right hand and slid a cocktail ring encased in diamonds and ruby's. She then took his left hand and gently slid the his diamond wedding ring back on his ring finger. The diamond was quite an eye catcher for women. There were sure to be women that felt he didn't deserve such a stone. Leanne looked at Martin and smiled. "You have the largest diamond in your wedding ring. Not a married woman at this function will come close. The Baron saw to that. All the women will be so jealous of you." Leanne continued by adding the diamond bracelet on one wrist and a diamond watch on the other. Leanne then held his hands out for him to see them fully decorated. "Do you like them?" she asked in front of all the other girls in the room. "They're lovely Leanne. Thank you so much," his male voice said with very little conviction. Martin stood in front of a full length mirror feeling nothing now. His pride and self esteem were all gone now. He was a joke. He looked at himself and wondered what each of these girls would think if they were to be put in arranged marriages. Decorated and used as sexual objects, totally degraded and committed to a life of public humiliation. He prayed that each one of the girls in this room would be some day. Leanne then cleared the room of everybody, just as Lisa arrived. Lisa clapped her hands and screamed out, "Oh my god! Look at this refined woman. Isn't she just gorgeous?" "He's a man Lisa, not a woman," Leanne said as she walked past Lisa. "Oh Leanne, your such a prude. Look at her. I love it. Let's not get all emotionally tied up over his dick. How do you like your dress Mrs. Vargos? I picked it out for you." "It's very nice thank you," Martin said minding his p's and q's. "Well good. Now we can start you on how to act today." She began moving things around. "Now Mrs. Vargos I've been wanting to work on this since you've been here so you would be more refined and delicate, but I guess it was decided to have you less rehearsed." she looked over at Leanne. "He needs some manly traits Lisa. He is a man. You would have him acting too convincingly as some prom queen if you had your way," Leanne said. Lisa took Martin by the arm over with Leanne who would be assisting. "Think of yourself as a beautiful limp wrist fag, who has just nailed the man of his dreams, or has been nailed by him," she laughed at her own humor. "Now, to start with, your husband will offer you his arm like so," she said gesturing to Leanne who offered her crooked arm, "and you are to take it like this," she said sliding her hand from behind the elbow to Leanne's forearm. Notice that I am standing slightly behind her. You are to stand and walk slightly behind your husband at all times. No exceptions! Understand?" she said smiling as his head hung slightly. "Yes." he said softly. "Good! Now your hand should be on top of his arms with only your fingertips touching and you fingers spread like this," she said as she limply laid her fingertips on Leanne's arm. This so everyone can admire that beautiful ring your husband has given you, and of course those beautiful red fingernails of yours," she amused herself looking at his hands. "Now, remember your palm can't touch. That is how you are to hold your husbands arm. And now the walk. It is a simple heel toe, heel toe," she said as she demonstrated walking with Leanne about the room. "Notice how I extend my arm and walk slightly behind her. See how my hand stays up with only my fingertips touching, and how nice that ring will look," she said as they continued to walk about the room. "My other hand is arm straight down and fingers out." She showed him what she wanted. "Now let me see you walk like that," she said watching Martin. Martin put one high heel in front of the other, and did it again, till he was walking about the room. Martin had no choice bit to allow his hips to move in a more exaggerated manner because of the height of his heels and his inability to move his waist. Lisa insisted he swing his arm a little more as he walked. "Very good," Lisa said. "Now STOP," she said suddenly. Martin stood there with one foot in front of the other. Leanne lifted Martin's skirt while Lisa put a leather strap on each of Martin's mid thighs and linked a piece of gold chain just long enough to make the required stride. They then dropped his skirt. "I put that hobble on you because you will have a tendency to try and walk too fast when you are nervous," she said actually making sense to him. Martin now put his arm on Leanne's as instructed by Lisa and walked around the room with Leanne. Lisa couldn't help but laugh as Martin walked semi gracefully and just a little bit like a man wearing extremely high platform heels for the first time. Which he was. . "I'm sorry Mrs, Vargos," she said about the laugh, "that was just fine. Now when you greet people you are to look the men right in the eye, and offer the back of your hand, wrist bent fingers spread when greeted. They will either kiss or shake your hand, and you will say, thank you so much, or something close to that." She smiled. "The women.........that's a different story. You're a social bitch to women. You're the fashion absorbed socialite, that feels she's better than all those other inferior cunts in the room." "LISA!!" Leanne yelled, "That kind of talk is not tolerated here." Lisa grinned and went on, "So when a woman speaks to you, you are to eye her up from head to toe and look passed her like she's not even there. She is not worthy of a response or your attention, but speak sweetly to her husband if he offers. Keep your chin high and proud, and look down your nose at the women as you appraise their appearances before dismissing them," she said now showing him what she meant. Martin felt sick. He was purposely now to make enemies of all the women, for some kind of manufactured social persona he was having forced on him. He did as Lisa had said, which was rather easy since it was more in line to how he actually felt now. "Very good. I see you will have few problems," she said now getting ready to leave. "You and your husband will be presented at the beginning of the ceremony, before you greet people, and then your mask and vale will be removed so all can see your face for the first time since you consummated your marriage. You will have a nice smile for everyone to show how proud you are to be the wife of the Baron," she said as she put her lips to his ears now. "If not, I'll be the one in the back room waiting, and I promise you...........you will wish you had smiled nicely for the cameras," she whispered. She backed away and smiled an intimidating smile. "Well I think she's ready to go," she said in her normal perky voice. "Please put your hands behind your back Mrs. Vargos." Leanne said. "I need to handcuff you." Martin turned around and put his hands behind his back. She handcuffed him, and turned him back around. "I will see you over at the reception," she said opening the door so the two security men could escort him to the limo. "Walk slowly guys. He's hobbled under the skirt of his dress and I don't want him falling down," Leanne said as he walked a way. Martin looked back over his shoulder at her. She gave him a little wave and went back in the room. They made a quick detour into the study, surprising Martin, to find the Baron standing there waiting for him. The two men left and closed the door. "Hello my sweet. I must say you look stunning today. What a beautiful dress you are wearing," the Baron said as he was unzipping his pants. "What are you doing? I'm already dressed for this "perverts picnic" your having for me," Martin said as he moved slowly in his platform heels. "You can't be serious about this." "My darling we don't have much time, please bend over the chair here. I must have you one more time before we go." "Bend over the chair? You want to fuck me now? I can't do this now," Martin said as he was slowly led to the chair by his husband. Mark felt the hand push him forward and he grasped the arms of the chair and spread his legs wide. The Baron flipped up Martin's dress and pulled down his panties, and then pulled out his his huge erect cock. It was all ready to go. He pushed Martin down, so Martin's knee's were slightly bent, and the Baron could have him more comfortable. Martin tried to stand up when he felt the head of the erection touch the tight hole that would soon be massaging the large cock. A hand sent him back over the chair, and Martin turned but was held firmly in place. He then felt the head penetrate his anal opening. "OWW!! Damn it. Do you have to do this right now? We're leaving," Martin grunted as he felt the cock slide deeper and deeper inside of him. "Just hurry up and get it over with," Martin snorted as he let his head hang down as the Baron began using Martin's tight butt hole once again to give himself a pleasurable orgasm. The Baron was now humping Martin rapidly, the full length of his shaft nearly pulling out and then thrusting deep inside, as Martin was bent over the chair helpless. Suddenly the door opened, and one of the domestic girls stepped in wearing one of the maids uniforms that was a required dress code at the manor. She looked up and was startled at what was going on. Martin was now looking up at her as the pounding in his rear continued at a hard steady pace. She saw the cock in Martin's ass as the Baron had his way with him. "Oh my! I'm so sorry Baron.....I....didn't know you were in here," she said covering her eyes as she was quickly making an exit. Martin grimaced behind the mask and vale, as it was taking longer than a quickie should have. His butt hole now was so very sore and tender that he let out a desperate yell. "GET OFF ME!!" Martin tried to suddenly jerk up, but the humping he was receiving never missed a beat. Sore and defeated, Martin gripped the chair with all his might, and quietly waited as his husband continued building and finally having an orgasm, pulling Martin tight and unloading the load of cum deep inside him. Martin was furious. "Stay right there my sweet," the Baron said feeling satisfied as he left the room. A few minutes later Leanne entered the room with Martin still bent over the chair. She worked quickly. "Just stay like that for a moment." she said as she opened a sanitary napkin. "We don't have much time, you'll just have to wear a pad for now," she said putting the pad in and pulling up his panties. "Stand up Mrs. Vargos," she seemed in a hurry. "I wish they wouldn't do these sudden things like this," she said taking the mask off and checking Martin's face. She touched up his makeup and hair. "It makes it very difficult for me," she said. Martin looked at her as his breathing was still shallow from what had just happened to him. "Now let me look at you," she said stepping back for a moment. "Turn around," she said checking the seams on Martin's stockings to make sure they were straight. "Yes, you'll be fine," she said. She then put the mask and vale back over Martin's face before going to the door and allowing the two security men back in. They took Martin by the arms and led him out of the study. As Martin was led away wearing the bright pink dress, he saw the girl who had accidentally walked in while the Baron was making love to him, talking to a couple more of the staff. They were all smiling, covering their mouths as she told them about what she had seen, and they watched Martin as he was being taken away. * Please let me know if you would like more of Martin in the future. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 20 Story by: Rikki To the readers: Sorry but this chapter has run much longer than I expected and will be done in several parts. The next parts should follow soon. Rikki This is a fictional story and contains scenes of explicit sexual (XXX) and s/m activities. It is a forced feminization fantasy story of a reluctant man, who is forced to cooperate in being the bride of another male. If you are not interested in these type stories, please read no further. The limo pulled up to the back of the reception hall. Martin stepped out of the car masked and veiled, his hands handcuffed behind his back, he was then escorted inside by two young ladies that had been awaiting his arrival. Martin walked deliberately, but slowly. The waist wasp and hobbles along with the pink platform heels made walking a difficult chore for him right now, not to mention the reaming his tender ass hole had just received from his husband before leaving the manor. The girls walked slowly with Martin to accomadate his hampered strides, unlike the men who pulled him along with him running to keep up. Martin was led into a side room where he was allowed to sit down in a very comfortable chair. The girls finished their business by asking, "Sir, is there anything else you need at this time?" Several thoughts ran through Martin's head. "How about letting me out of here," was there first thing that came to mind, but he knew the game now. This was just another part of breaking him down as far as he was concerned. "Yes, I would like a blowjob before the ceremony from her," he said nodding at the other girl, "and if you wouldn't mind rubbing my feet while she's doing it. These high heels I'm wearing are killing my toes." The girls looked at each other shocked by his statement. Without another word they turned and left the room quickly. Martin watched as the girls left. They were so shocked by what he said, but obviously felt nothing for what was happening in front of them. He was now alone and he could hear the room full of people talking nearby as they waited to see this unusual, feminized man that had captured the Baron's heart. Someone entered the room from the outside entry. "How are you today young man?" a male voice came from behind him. Martin turned to see who it was. It was a photographer. He was ready to do a few shots with Martin before the ceremony got started. "Fine. What do you want?" Martin asked in his male voice looking suspiciously at the older man and his camera. "I'm the photographer for today's special event." The older man smiled at Martin. "I thought it would be nice if we took a few pictures of you in the courtyard, if you don't mind. You know, I think a shot of you in that beautiful dress, before the veil has been removed, sitting on a bench under that tree would make a great opening picture for the photo album," the old man said politely nodding toward a large shade tree in the courtyard. "I've never photographed a male bride such as yourself before. I find the whole concept of male brides very intriguing, and exciting." "Oh yeah, why don't you try it some time," Martin said turning away from him now. "And what if I do mind?" Martin snapped back, shifting in his seat slightly still feeling the discomfort of being with his husband earlier, and the thick sanitary napkin that was stuck between his butt cheeks reminded him of it even more. "Well Mrs. Vargos, I guess in that case, you will just have to do it anyway, won't you," Lisa said as she hurried into the room. "Are we having issues with the planning of this event already ma'am?" Lisa asked looking at Martin now. " Are we a little camera shy? Hmmm." "No," Martin said looking away from her. "Perhaps you would like to let this nice gentleman take some nude photos of you first. Right here in this room. Maybe that will help you to get over your shyness," she said looking Martin in the eye now. "I tell you what, let's do it right now." She continued her serious look at him, as if she were offering him a legitimate option. "Stand up please!" she insisted helping him up and Martin did as she requested unsure what she was up to. "Turn around so I can get you unzipped," she said. "I'll help you out of this dress." Lisa turned the reluctant Martin around as he looked back at her wondering what she was doing. "Damn it Lisa, stop," Martin snorted under his breath as he felt his dress being unzipped down to the top of his butt by Lisa. "What do you say if we strip him down totally naked, to where he is only wearing these sexy high heels and a smile. Would that be a good start?" she asked the photographer. "Whatever you think miss. Nudes in high heels are always exciting subjects to shoot," he responded enthusiastically. "Would you like that Mrs. Vargos?" she asked looking for an answer to the ridiculous question. "No Lisa. Don't do this to me." Martin said in a way that indicated he couldn't stop her if she really wanted to have him do this. "Stop this nonsense. I'm tired and I probably shouldn't have said anything," he said looking at the photographer. "Oh but Mrs. Vargos, I still think a few pictures of you lying here naked on your back with your legs spread wide, with a big smile on your face while your privates are being photographed would be so much fun, don't you? I know I'd like to see it, " Lisa asked pulling the dress off Martin's shoulder only to have him flinch and turn to try and stop her. Martin was so humiliated by the comment. He only replied, "NO!" in a low firm male voice, only to hang his head and say "I don't want to do any pictures Lisa," in a softer more resigned tone now. "Alright Mrs. Vargos, that's fine. Maybe later, hmmmm?" she said pulling the dress up over his shoulders and zipping his dress back up. "We are on a tight schedule after all and really don't want to make too many changes now do we," Lisa said giving Martin's cheek a tweak as she turned and looked to the photographer. "There will be plenty of time for you to do some nude posing for your husband later this evening if you wish." She finished adjusting Martin's dress, "There you go. All zipped up and ready to go. Now, why don't you just step outside now with this nice gentleman for some lovely pictures of you, so we can get things started. The event is so close to starting," she said taking Martin by the arm and assisting him to the door. At the door Lisa pinned a large white flower in Martin's hair. "This is a symbol of a virgin wedding," she said as she pinned it in his hair. "You will be unveiled wearing it as a symbol of innocence and then have it formally removed publicly in the ceremony as am acknowledgement that your husband was the one who took your virginity, but a few pictures with it in your hair before will make for wonderful memories," she smiled escorting him out. "There you go. Now we are ready," she said as she looked at the flower. Martin walked out the door with Lisa and the photographer, with his hands still cuffed behind his back. "I'm not a damn virgin," Martin said in frustration under his breath as he now carefully walked to the courtyard. "Oh, I'm sure you're not," she said smiling. "Take the flower out of my hair then," "No, The flower stays Mrs. Vargos. Everyone will get to see the pretty flower of innocence in your hair. Now I don't want to hear anymore right now. We have a lot to do." There was a beautiful setting in the courtyard for pictures. With a rather ornate bench with a flowered arbor behind it, a large oak tree, and a high block wall that was covered with flowering vines. Martin stood silently while Lisa unlocked the cuffs. Martin was turned around and his wrist cuffed in front of him. Martin stood quietly as he was posed by the photographer. The man stepped back and took many shots of Martin standing so elegantly in his veil and mask with his hands cuffed in front of him. Lisa smiled and even giggled a bit as Martin's pictures were taken. She then assisted him in sitting on the bench. Martin could see the guest were looking out the window at him now in curiosity, as he was posed by the photographer again. Martin felt the man was becoming a bit aroused while doing his job, judging by the slight bulge in his pants. Martin had to sit up straight as the waist wasp dictated he had to anyway, and then his shoulders were turned slightly to one side so his padded bustline would have more prominence in the picture. His legs were swung back gently under the bench and his hands folded neatly in his lap with the handcuffs very prevalent in the picture. His head was turned to face the camera now. Martin's eyes closed as he mentally envisioned the image he was now being forced to portray, and the shame of what that thought brought to him. "Oh yes, That looks very lovely sir. Hold it right there," the photographer said as he backed up and prepared to snap the first shot of Martin sitting on the bench. "Big smile now," he said before taking the picture. "Very nice," he said as he moved and snapped another shot. Martin was wearing a mask and veil and knew a smile couldn't be seen. He just stared through the mask, and held the pose while this man took pictures of him, wishing he would hurry up. Lisa was summoned back to the house for a moment. "I'll be right back. I'm sure there will be no more problems here," she said nodding to the photographer. "We'll be just fine." The photographer said as he snapped another picture from another angle. Martin sat quietly as he was posed again by the man. Martin gave a little resistance but was not completely cooperative, but held the pose that he had been set in. "There that's nice. You are a very lovely looking young man," the photographer said complimenting Martin as he walked about taking different shots. "Follow me around with your head as I move," he said moving about slowly snapping pictures of Martin from different angles. "I would just love to do some glamor shots of you dressed as a woman," he said as he worked. "Do you dress in women's clothes often, or is this just a special event with a unique twist to it?" the man asked Martin as he photographed him. "I'm being forced to wear women's clothes against my will, you asshole. I've been forced to dress like this for four days now. What kind of man would want to do this? And are my personal matters really important to you right now?" Martin asked almost dismissive of the gentleman. "You're doing wonderful," the man said not missing a beat. "Just a couple more." "What? Almost done? I was sure you would want some pictures of me holding up my dress and masturbating by the tree in front of those flowers," Martin said with as much sarcasm as he could muster now. "Oh no, not today sir," the man smiled and chuckled, "I will leave you my card though." "Yeah thanks. Really makes my day to hear your interested in such perverted matters. Didn't you even hear what I said you creep? I'm being FORCED to do all this." Martin's eyes rolled in frustration with this man, "You're probably some kind of faggot yourself aren't you?" Martin said turning his head away from the man. "Are you guessing, or are you inquiring sir?" the man said smiling. Martin tried to ignore the man's obvious and suggestive response. "Just shut up. Am I done here?" Martin said looking away from the man again changing the subject. "Oh sure. I think that should do for now. I will see you inside at the banquet of course," he said with a smile as he got himself ready to leave. "It's has been a real pleasure being able to photograph you like this. You're very beautiful you know," he smiled and winked at Martin. "Why don't you go jerk off somewhere and leave me alone," Martin scowled at him now. "I don't find you amusing at all." "Oh my, my! A feisty young man wearing a dress. I think I like that," he said as he turned and walked back to the hall. "Everybody here is some kind of perverted bastard," Martin said under his breath watching the man leave. Leanne was now coming across the courtyard. Martin stood as she arrived. He looked at her as Leanne gave him a stern look now. "It's time to meet your public," she said with a finality that made Martin feel sick inside. "Where's Lisa?" she asked. "I don't know," Martin said not looking at her. He was led back to the hall each step putting him closer to this ultimate public humiliation he was about to face. He found it difficult to walk. "Why won't anybody help me?" his mind kept saying over and over, feeling sorry for himself again and overwhelmed by his helplessness. Everyone could see that he was wearing handcuffs and being escorted forcibly around but nobody seemed to think it odd or out of place. Martin was led back to a private room with Leanne. A man was waiting in the room to assist her. Leanne unfastened the hobbles between Martin's legs just above his knees. "I need you to spread your legs and bend over Mrs. Vargos." Leanne said picking up a rather large butt plug. "I could have done this at the manor and made you wear this all the way over here, but I thought that would be a little excessive, and very uncomfortable since it is a rather large butt plug. You do have to wear it for the ceremony though just to be sure you remember how to act." Leanne smiled as she described the device, "This plug will shock you on the outside edges of your anal opening, when I push the remote. You will wear it for the banquet Mrs. Vargos, and I will remove it afterwards. As soon as you've greeted everyone, you may excuse yourself to the bathroom where I'll remove it for you. Hopefully we won't have to use it," Leanne said turning and holding the large plug up for his inspection. "Now if you don't mind, please raise your skirt and pull down your panties so we can proceed." Martin shook his head at Leanne, and then looked to the man in the room. "I don't want that thing in my ass," Martin's voice sounded stressed. It was larger than anything that had penetrated his bottom before and he knew how bad that would hurt. "Mrs. Vargos please cooperate. This man will hold you down if need be, but we will get this inserted one way or the other. It's up to you" she said holding it up again. "I will make sure it is well lubricated it so it won't hurt as bad going in." Leanne began putting on rubber gloves and picked up the lube. "Now, pull you panties down, spread you legs, and grab your ankles for me." Martin backed up refusing to comply at first till the man started toward him. Martin then slipped his hands under his dress and pulled his panties down and when he did the sanitary napkin he was wearing fell to the floor. The man stopped and smiled. "Don't worry about that, "Leanne said, "we'll put a fresh one in when we're done. Now please bend over, we don't have a lot of time." Martin slowly bent and grabbed his ankles, but as his cheeks were spread and he felt the plug touch his anus he raised up suddenly and stepped forward turning to face Leanne. "I can't do it............" Martin was cut off as the man grabbed him and sat down in a chair pulling Martin over his knee. With Martin's hands cuffed in front of him he could give no resistance. The man pulled his leg over one of Martin's and the he roughly spread and held Martin's cheeks open for Leanne. "Why are you doing this?" he hissed as he felt the touch of the plug then the pressure as the lubricated plug slowly opened Martin's anal cavity. "OWWW!!! That hurts Leanne. OWWW!!!" Damn it stop." "SHHHH, just hold still. You're doing fine." "AAUUGGHH!!" Martin screamed out as it opened him deeper and deeper. "It's ok we're almost there." She eased it in more as Martin tried to move but couldn't do anything but lay there while she continued inserting the unwanted devise into his rectum. "OH GOD. Leanne pleas......OWWW!!!" Martin felt the taper getting much wider. Leanne then had a moment of sadistic mental torment for Martin. She rubbed his back gently as the device had his butt hole spread wide. She said very soothingly. "Shhhhhh.......you're doing great Mrs. Vargos. It's half way in now. Just try and relax so I can get the rest of it in." "HALFWAY!! TAKE IT OUT!! I can't...........OWWWWWW!!!" Martin screamed out again as she pushed the plug. Martin fearing that the largest part was yet to come suddenly felt a relief as butthole finally squeezed the smallest part of the plug as it was now in. Leanne quickly pulled to strips of tape tightly across his butt cheeks, pulling them tightly together so that he could not expel the plug. Martin was released and forced to stand with his legs apart as a new sanitary pad was applied and his panties pulled up. His leg hobbles were put back on and Leanne freshened up his look. Martin was still grunting when she turned him to look at her. "Now I expect you to be nothing but class in your appearance while in there. You can say what ever you like to the guest, be a first class bitch for all I care, but there will be no big scenes from you. If there are you will receive a shock like the one I'm about to give you." Leanne picked up the remote control. "I don't need to test it. I believe you." Martin said through gritted teeth. "It's not an option ma'am. Please turn around and stand in the corner." "Leanne, why are you doing this to me. I'm trying to cooperate," he said as he shuffled to the corner in his heels being assisted by the man. "I'm doing this because Lisa is not here right now. She should be doing this, not me." Martin stood in the corner in his 6" heels waiting to be shocked, so he would know what it was like, and would not want to experience it again in the banquet hall in front of all those people. It didn't come right away, and Martin became more and more tense as he waited. He turned his head to see what Leanne was up to. "No, no, face the corner. Try and relax." Leanne said as she turned Martin's head to face the corner. "Why don't you just get it over with." Martin grunted feeling the pressure of the plug. "Why Mrs. Vargos. This is your special day. I want to make sure all is perfect for you. " She looked at the man in that was helping her. "It's his first day as a redhead. Just changed his hair color this morning. He's a little nervous at presenting himself right now." She smiled as she pressed the button. "AAGGHHH!!!" Martin yelled as he twisted in the corner. It wasn't a quick shock, but a little longer than he'd anticipated. Martin's red toes curled in the end of his shoes. "What are you doing to me," he said in an exhausted voice. "This is cruel. I haven't done anything to deserve all this." Leanne walked up to him and said, "I think we are ready now to join your husband now Mrs. Vargos." She took Martin's arm and he jerked back in anger. "One more Mrs. Vargos?" Leanne asked holding up the remote. Martin glared at her and took a step forward and walked slowly with her to meet his husband. As they approached the Baron, Leanne said, "There he is. Doesn't he look handsome?" "I hope you're getting your fill of sick thrills with all this Leanne," Martin growled to Leanne under his breath, without looking at her, as she uncuffed him. "You may force me to do this degrading, perverse ceremony of yours today, but you can never force me to accept this bull shit." Martin then turned to look at her before his hand was offered to the Baron. "That's fine Marcia. Acceptance is not a requirement, but participating is. You should understand that by now Mrs. Vargos," she said patting the back of his hand and then holding it out to the Baron. It wasn't understanding they wanted from him, Martin thought, they want me to conform. The Baron held out his elbow for Martin. Martin now glared at him through the mask. This man had just used him for his own sexually perverted pleasures, and now he wanted him to appear with him in public as his wife, just act like nothing had happened? "It did happen you bastard!" Martin's brain ached with the thought of this man's cock pounding hard and deep in his helpless ass hole like a non-stop piston, with no concerns whatsoever to his own feelings. Martin felt like he may now be losing his male persona forever as he slowly lifted his left hand and placed it on top of the Baron's forearm, allowing only his forearm and fingertips to touch the Baron's arm. His palm had to stay off the arm. Then, as his eyes dropped at the reality of it all, and the total humiliation of the moment, he spread his fingers so his elegant red fingernails and the diamond wedding ring would be properly displayed on his husbands arm for all in attendance to see and admire. He stood slightly behind the Baron and reluctantly put his right arm down by his side and lifted his fingertips slightly for a more graceful feminine look when he walked. Leanne put her fingers under Martin's chin and lifted it slightly higher. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 20 "There, that's much better. Show everyone how proud you are to be Mrs. Vargos," she said with a smile. "He's very beautiful Baron." Leanne said looking to the Baron as she backed away. Martin and the Baron now walked down the corridor together. Martin's heels clicking quickly on the hard tile floor as he was in a perfect two to one step with his husband, which was how it was supposed to be. Martin felt like a stupid, redheaded bimbo walking as he hurried along perched in 6" peep toed platform heels trying to keep pace with her man, his right arm swinging for balance, and his pink dress swaying slightly back and forth, and still aching from the butt plug insertion. As they reached the banquet hall Martin wanted to be anywhere but here. "Let me go Baron. I don't want to be your wife and you know it. I don't know why you are doing all this, or why you insist on torturing me in this way, I just want to leave here and never return," Martin said where only he and the Baron could hear. Martin's emotions had caused a final plea to his husband trying to persuade him to stop this right now. The Baron patted Martin's hand and without looking at him said, "You are nervous Marcia. I understand. You look beautiful today. It will be fine." "You sick BASTARD! I'm not nervous, I'm totally humiliated, and I'm scared of you and what you might do next to me," Martin spat out at him. "What else do you plan to do to me?" The Baron gave a smirk but didn't say another word to Martin. "Hush now Marcia," the Baron said patting Martin's hand. All these people were ready to accept him as the Baron's new, fully seeded male bride. Some of them had been at the wedding ceremony and witnessed as Martin had been tied and gagged at the alter, but no one had publicly seen his face since the consummation part of the ceremony had begun. "What did these people expect to see?" he wondered. That he had somehow transformed from a normal straight man into this obedient and loving wife in three days? All it took was three nights of making him dress like a girl and then having this man's huge cock forced painfully in and out of his anus, so that he could shoot his cum deep inside him? A process that was done repeatedly to properly consummate and seed him in the name of their love and their marriage together? Were they expecting he would experience all that and just change the very essence of who and what he was? It was a ridiculous thought, yet here he was, standing next to the man who had forcibly used him as his sexual plaything for three days, and was about to allow himself to be presented to the public exactly in that way. Even though his manhood had been so thoroughly degraded by the process so far, and what was left of any self esteem seemed to be seeping from his very being, Martin suddenly felt an extreme shame overwhelm him as he stepped into the room with his husband. All eyes were fixed on him. There weren't as many people as he thought there would be, but there was enough. The initial reaction, gasp and shock to many as they saw this young man dressed as he was in extreme feminine finery. They had all heard about his feminization, but seeing it brought in the reality of it all. No one knew what to expect, but nobody expected this totally feminized image of a man. Martin had become overly self conscious now. His knees felt weak. He felt every eye was on him now, analyzing and forming opinions of him in their minds. He felt every detail of his being was exposed to public scrutiny. He just knew they were all laughing inside at this ridiculous sight, of a grown man stuck in an arranged marriage, but all were respecting the Baron as a powerful figure in the area both politically and financially, and they all hid any contrary feelings they might have had. A woman that Martin had never met before came to them. She had a microphone and got everyone's attention. She motioned to the room to quiet down as Martin stood nervously next to the Baron. She was a social diva, always at all the events to make sure she kept up with the latest gossip and didn't miss out on anything, and this was one event she wasn't going to miss for sure. "Oh Baron. So good to see you so happy darling," she said over the microphone. "It has been a marvelous three days, and three nights for you I'm sure," she laughed as the room clapped at the crack. "Seriously, true love comes in many different forms. My good friend the Baron here, whom you all know, I've known since he was a child, has found his true love in this fine young man standing here with him today," she held her hand out gesturing to Martin. His name is Marcia for those who have not had a chance to meet him, and as we can see he has been having a quite the time on his three night consummation also," the room laughed as she ran her fingers over the hickeys on Martin's neck counting them. "Ten? Good lord Baron, didn't you allow this poor young man to get any sleep at all the last few nights?" The room again chuckled. It was a common practice of this age old custom to publicly admire and commend the fertility of the male in these ceremonies. "You're acting like you're still 19. You stud. I'm sure there were no complaints from Marcia," she looked to Martin smiling. She stepped over to Martin now and looked at him with almost a smirk on her face, "I know I'm jealous, she said with a grin. "It is obvious that the Baron has chosen for his male bride Marcia, to dress publicly attired in women's clothes in his new lifestyle. I would like to say that I for one, support you and your husband's choice of lifestyle, and I know everyone here agrees when I say, Marcia, we wish to welcome you into the community, and want you to feel comfortable." The room clapped while Martin was stood there so ashamed now. He thought he might have a nervous breakdown, and just begin crying uncontrollably as he stood there feeling a complete fool. Should he lash out and make a public spectacle of denial? He knew the results would be a very painful punishment and he would end up right back where he was right now. No, he'd wait. It was painfully humiliating just standing there, but he wasn't having to have disgusting sex, and he felt he could get through this part of this ritual, and he didn't want to be shocked again. If this is what they all came to see after all, let them stare for now. He would have his chances later, he kept telling himself. After the clapping subsided, the woman looked at Martin again. "Marcia has coupled with his new husband and completed the traditional Three Nights of Consummation, which shows his commitment and the depth of his love for his husband and his passionate desire to make him happy. The white flower in your hair Marcia signifies the innocence you brought to this relationship as a virgin, and the removal of it now is an equally symbolic symbol of your deflowering by your husband," she said reaching up and removing the flower from Martin's hair and handing it to him. "A VIRGIN?" Martin thought in anger. I'm no virgin. I've been married before. Twice! That doesn't included all my other love interest. Forcibly sticking his dick up my ass doesn't deflower me as a virgin, it demeans me as a person. Martin stepped back only to be held by the Baron's arm from going any further "I wasn't a virgin and I don't love him." Martin hissed quietly through the veil where only the woman and the Baron heard him. He couldn't help it. It just blurted out. She now faced Martin and smiled. "Marcia. You have been seeded by your new husband and your marriage has been fully, and apparently rather enthusiastically consummated. As a result of this, it is time to remove your mask and veil and let us all see your lovely face, as you step out in your new life as the wife of Baron Vargos." She reached up for the mask and veil and as she removed it she said," Ladies and gentleman, I give you Lady Vargos." "AWWWW!!" the room spontaneously groaned and reacted. "Oh my. Do you think he is attractive? I mean looking like that?" one woman asked her husband behind her hand. "That's a man honey. I don't find other men attractive." "Yeah, but look at this guy. With all that makeup, the done up red hair, and those sexy high heel shoes. He's all dolled up like a woman." she giggled, "He looks a little scary to me, but I could see some guy taking advantage of that willing image he portrays in a private setting," she said turning and looking at her husband and then smiling at her husband's discomfort with the conversation. "That's enough of that kind of talk dear," he said as they watched. The room applauded again. Martin could see laughter and disgust on the faces throughout the room. Women talking amongst themselves. "I guess I can see two men wanting to be married, and I have no problems with that, but why did they get married as two men and then one of them dresses up like a woman. I don't get it," a young woman said to her friend. "I don't know either, but it's kind of fun to watch. I can't believe the guy was still a virgin," her friend said giggling at the sight. "I think she meant he was anal virgin," she said and they laughed again. "Oh my! Never thought about it like that. I guess that's how they would do it." she cringed at the thought, then she said, "Can you imagine how silly he is going to look walking around in public places dressed like that?" "No, but I plan on being there to see it if I can," she said as they both laughed together. As Martin surveyed the room he noticed the photographer who was taking pictures to his right and moving about. The room was full of cell phone cameras taking pictures of him and a couple of movie cameras. It was being well documented and Martin's ordeal would be common knowledge in the community soon enough. Martin felt exposed, almost as if he were standing there naked. His face being exposed, and made up as it was, made him feel anger at the Baron for forcing him stand in front of all these people like this. "You are nothing more than a perverted piece of shit," Martin said looking at the Baron as the room was filled with applause, "I will get you back for what you've done to me. Someway, somehow Baron. Don't think I will just let you get away with this," he glared at the Baron. "Not now Marcia," he said patting Martin's hand, "You are beautiful. Give us a pretty smile for our guest. This is a joyous occasion," he said nodding to the well wishers not even looking at Martin. "No. I will not give them a smile. I have an idea, why don't you give them a pretty smile you sorry bastard, and let me go." Martin pulled on the Baron's arm. "You like all this shit so much, you can wear the dress too while you are at it, ass hole." The Baron turned to face Martin. He looked into Martin's eyes, but Martin didn't care. He grabbed Martin's cheeks in his hands gently, then squeezed them very hard causing Martin's red painted lips to pucker, and Martin's eyes squinted at the sudden pain. "Naaaaaa..." Martin said stammered as he attempted to say no, but it was too late. Then the Baron kissed him deeply and hard in front of all the people who continued to clap their approval. Martin's palms on the Baron's chest pushed back but the embrace was too powerful to create any space. "Ummpphh," Martin groaned as the baron slipped his tongue in Martin's mouth. Martin stood still now, though every muscle in his body was tense, and allowed the baron to finish the kiss. Martin pulled away when the Baron allowed him and turned his head cursing under his breath. "Come now my sweet. We will greet our guest," he said putting his arm back out and firmly placing Martin's arm back on it. The women all seemed more amused by Martin's appearance more than anything. Not buy the fashion itself, but because it was a man openly wearing it. There were a few pair of 4" heels in the room being worn by some of the more adventurous, outgoing women, but Martin was stuck in a pair of pink 6" spiked heel platforms, that drew way too much attention while he was paraded about the room. The first to approach them was Phoebe Perkins of course. A social butterfly, full of self importance, and who had all the latest gossip and scandals, even creating a few herself, on everything. She was attired in a purple knee length dress that fit firmly around her obviously girdled girdled body. Her hair was obviously dyed a reddish auburn, and she wore red lipstick, that was more a fashion statement, than a complimentary color for her. She greeted the couple with a energetic smile, holding her hand out to the Baron as she approached. "Oh Baron. How lovely to see you again. What a beautiful moment this is for the two of you having consummated your marriage. You throw the best parties I always say," she said getting her insincere compliments in early and quickly. "Thank you Phoebe, and as I always say, there is not a social bash that occurs without your charming presence in attendance," the Baron said in a slightly insulting manner as he surveyed the room. Phoebe held her smile for a moment to absorb his statement, then she continued, "You know Baron, many people were very surprised at first when they heard that you were to marry a young man," she smiled, "but not me. You know, I have always felt you would be happier with a beautiful man at your side. Knew it was just a matter of time." She looked around and whispered to the two of them, "I think it is just wonderful myself." She now looked at the wedding ring. "Ahhh, What a beautiful ring. Only the very best for the Baron's new bride. You are a very lucky young man. What a catch for you, snaring the Baron like you did," she smiled as she looked at Martin. Martin remembered what Lisa had said about not talking to the women, and the plug in his bottom as enforcement. To his surprise it was going to be easily done with this socialite airhead. She greeted Martin. "Hi, my name is Phoebe," she said holding out her hand to Martin. Martin ignored her gesture, and without missing a beat Phoebe touched Martin's arm as she smiled and gave it a little pat, looking about to see if anyone else noticed the slight. "I head up many of the local Women's Charities and a few women's clubs, for select members only of course. We have regular luncheons to discuss upcoming events and catch up on some of the local gossip, if you know what I mean," she said chuckling as she touched Martin's hand again with her fingers. "Even though you are legally the Baron's wife now, correct me if I'm wrong but, there is an assumption that you may want to be taking part in some of these events with us. I can see ways you can help out, not directly of course, since you are a man after all. I mean really, it would not be possible for you to join a women's club," she gave a laugh, "Even though I would like to say that I personally think you look delightful dressed as a woman." She gushed out her last words sending her message in a not so subtle manner. "Don't be silly Pheobe," the Baron said with a knowing grin, "Of course Marcia will want to not only attend, but chair any of the women's groups, fund raisers or charities that wish to have my support. I think it would be nice a very nice gesture if Marcia was invited to take part and join in some of your women's clubs activities also. I know I would show my appreciation to such a gesture." The Baron gave her a slight smile. "Oh but of course Baron. That was never in doubt. What I was just saying was that some of the other women were a bit conflicted. I have always thought he should be a part of our little social gatherings," she said skillfully back tracking from her earlier statement. She looked to Martin, "You are familiar with some of the women's issues and concerns in the community then I would presume? Especially a chairperson for any charity would have to know." she asked putting Martin on the spot. Martin now looked at her. Then his heavily made up eyes went up to her hair, taking in the teased up, overly sprayed bouffant she wore her hair in. His eyes dropped to her earrings and down to her necklace. He looked at her chest and dress before letting his eyes fall to her high heels. Totally sizing her appearance in a very obvious manner. He didn't like this woman right away. She was a trouble maker for sure. Martin looked at her again and not doing as Lisa had said, he had to say something to this woman. "What size bra do you wear?" his very feminine face said in a full male voice, looking seriously at her through his false eyelashes. "What?" Phoebe gasped placing her hand on top of her chest, her mouth open in surprise. "It's a local women's issue that I would like to address. Now, what size bra do you wear?" Martin looked at her as she stood speechless looking at him. "Well ...I.." she stuttered looking at Martin and the Baron in disbelief. "It's a simple question. Don't you know what size bra you wear? Do tell us what size cups do you wear to comfortably hold your tits up firm like that?" Martin said again. "Well I never." She gasped again looking about to see if anyone else heard what Martin had just said to her. She looked to the Baron shocked. The Baron smiled and looked to her now as if he was waiting for an answer also. She looked at both of them trying to decide what to say. She was flustered to no end now. The audacity of this young man to ask her such a personal and embarrassing thing. "Well?" Martin asked again expressionless, forcing this woman into a corner to humiliate herself in front of the Baron, whom she was trying so hard to impress. "Well.......I....I wear a 40-D actually," she said trying to laugh off the tension of the moment, "I mean darling, if you are asking for help with your...." "Actually, I'm not really interested at all," Martin said dismissing her flipping his fingers at her and moving away with the Baron. The Baron had an amused smirk on his face as they walked away. "What a rude and obnoxious young man," she said to herself as she regained her composure and moved on to mingle and tell all who would listen how much the Baron had appreciated her gracious invitation to Martin to join in the communities women's activities even though he was a man. Martin said little else as he was paraded about the room. He took small rapid steps, caused by his high heels and being hobbled above the knees. He offered his hand to several men, and thanked them insincerely for their compliments, all the while ignoring the women. When they were to the table, Martin's feet ached so bad he asked the Baron to let him sit for a moment. Martin sat and the Baron walked away a short distance to talk with someone. "My, my, my, aren't we a pretty sight," Missy said smiling as she sat down next to him. She couldn't help herself, she took Martin's hands in hers and appraised his appearance. "I can't believe it Martin, you actually look pretty good dressed as a woman." Missy laughed as she looked at his made up face. "Red hair. I bet you enjoyed having that done." Martin looked away with a scowl on his face and noticed Leanne across the room watching him and Missy. Missy then noticed his ears. "Oh Martin, you have pierced ears now. How quaint," she said gently flicking the dangling earring with her finger. "That will make getting you Christmas gifts much easier," she giggled to herself. Martin looked at her. "I've given you all the money you're getting Missy so go away. Why are you here anyway? Just to get a few more degrading jabs in on me?" "Well yeah," she said laughingly. "Oh come on Martin, let me have just a little fun with all this. I mean look at you for gods sake. How do you expect me to act seeing you like this." Missy touched his hair gently at the back side of his head. "Look at this hair. Oh my, seems to have plenty of hair spray in it," she giggled at the sticky, stiffness of his new do, "All dolled up for your big party. So tell me Martin, how does it feel being a man dressed like a woman with all these tell tale hickeys on your neck, in front of all these people? Do you find it exciting?" she grinned suppressing a giggle as she covered mouth with her hand and waited for his answer. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 20 "How do you think I feel you cruel, heartless bitch?" "Oh well, let me see now," she said as she pretended to ponder the question, "If I were you I'd feel degraded maybe a little humiliated, embarrassed, and definitely I would be ashamed of myself? Hmmm, that's just a few off the top of my head." "Yeah, I'd say that would cover it, except I'm not ashamed of myself. I've done nothing to be ashamed of. And you think that this is all real funny don't you, you cunt." Martin gave her a stern look. "Not funny Martin, but I do find it rather curious though," she said in a more serious tone leaning toward him staring back at him now. "What about anger Martin, and where the hell is your manly pride. I mean you still got a pair of balls don't you? Right? Just because they don't function doesn't mean you have to parade around dressed like a woman all the time acting like some cum slut." "I'm not part of this." Martin said sternly as his he welled up inside at her comments. "What would your mother think if she ever saw you sitting here dressed like this, knowing full well you have serviced that man on many occasions?" "I....have.....no.....choice, Missy. You know that," he said through his gritted teeth in anger looking at Leanne again. "I'm surprised you're only feelings right now are feeling sorry for yourself and your situation." She pushed out her bottom lip out in a pouty look as she pinched his cheek, "Poor little Martin. He's such a mistreated boy because he has to dress like a girl now and service his man." She shook her head. "You're so passive Martin. I guess in some ways you probably deserve to be here. You are such a limp dick you know. The people here, they all think you desire to do all this. They think you pursued the Baron with your over the top sexual advances and then captured his heart in some perverse and strange way with your feminine appearance. "Stop taunting me Missy." Martin growled again at the idea that this was his fault. "Well? You tell me Martin. How does it feel being a man in your situation? You are still a man aren't you Martin?" "ENOUGH!" Martin spat out under his breath. "Hmmmm? I can see you now, sitting in a pink styling chair while some pretty little thing paints your toenails red for you. I'm sure she finds it all very amusing, Probably has to suppress her own laughter as she does her job, after all she has a real man in her life I'm sure." "Misssssy," Martin said in a warning way. "I'm sorry honey, you have a real man in your life too. Do you like sucking your husband's dick.......hmmmm? Do you like how that sounds Martin? Sucking your husband's dick? Something most men wouldn't want to hear directed at them. Oh I bet that's real fun for a normal heterosexual man like you though." Missy now looked at her own nails as she continued with a deep sigh, "Then of course after having sucked that same hard dick, you have to have it thrust deep inside your ass with while your legs dangle over his shoulders, for his pleasure. I assume you scream like a girl when his semen is deposited deep in your ass," She now laughed as Martin's eyelids dropped slightly, shamed from her statements. "Are you a screamer sweetie? "STOP IT!" Martin yelled out causing some people to look his way, including Leanne. "You should be ashamed to call yourself a man anymore Martin," she said looking at him seriously. "Get away from me Missy. You have no idea what it's like to be in my shoes." "Oh yes I do darling. I had a pair of heels very similar to the ones you're wearing right now. Your father used to make me wear them quite often actually," she smiled at the out of context comment, "so you see you are not the only person that has had a difficult relationship with their husband. There are a lot of us, and you're just getting started in your new marriage." "Why are you doing this?" Martin said fighting his inner instincts to grab her. "Are you finished tormenting me yet? I don't need this." Martin said staring at his hands in his lap now clinched into fist. "I have a deed that I need you to sign over to me Martin, but I will get with you tomorrow. I hear your husband is leaving town after the banquet, so I'll leave you to think about it." "No." Martin's head swayed back and forth in frustration. "Martin, sweetie I've changed my mind and highly recommend a sex change for you. You're just a shell of the man you once were and it's been only three days. In three months you won't even be able to find your old self again anyway. The Baron will take good care of you sweetie, and all your needs." She held his chin so he looked up at her, "A real sex change Martin. I think it's time you lost them. You really don't need them anymore." "NO!" Martin yelled. He stood up to Missy, his fist clinched in anger and his entire body shaking. "AAGGHHH!!" Martin yelped and quickly sat back down covering his face with his hands. It hurt so bad. He squeezed his knees together tightly and then hugged them with both arms till the sharp pain went away. The jolt Leanne had just given him had stopped him cold in his tracks. He looked up to see Missy walking away. A single stream of black mascara trickled down his face. "I'm not a girl damn it, stop trying to make me be one," he said in defiance under his breath as he fought to regain his composure. to be continued............... The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 21 This is a fictional story and contains scenes of explicit sexual (XXX) and s/m activities. It is a forced feminization fantasy story of a reluctant man, who is forced to cooperate in being the bride of another male. If you are not interested in these type stories, please read no further. * Martin watched the guest from the table. The Baron was still making the rounds without his new wife at his side, receiving congratulations from everyone. Martin watched as Leanne stood and walked out of the room. The plug in his bottom still causing discomfort, even more since he had sat down. Martin was suddenly surprised when a woman approached him from behind. "Lady Vargos, excuse me but would you please accompany me for a moment. A private audience has been requested of you," she said touching his arm. "Well tell them request denied. I don't want to see anyone right now," he said thinking about what Missy had just said to him. "I'm sorry sir, but this audience with you has been approved for you, so if you don't mind," she said taking Martin's arm now. Martin wondered and then worried who it might be. He looked around for that strange man taking pictures, and couldn't find him. "Oh great," he said as she helped him stand and walk out of the room. Leanne was waiting for Martin down at the end of a long hallway, where she took him by the arm now. "Thank you very much. I'll take it from here," she said leading Martin into the room. Martin stopped suddenly seeing the familiar styling chair with the straps hanging and waiting in the middle of the room. Leanne had warned him the chair would be brought here. He pulled away from Leanne. "What is this? You haven't had enough fun at my expense yet? What's this about?" Martin said backing away from her pointing at the chair. "Just settle down. I'm not going to do anything to you. At least not yet. Just have a seat. You will be fine." Leanne said holding up the remote control that would activate the shock in his butt plug if she so desired. "You said you would take this thing out of my ass after the banquet." "And I will, after your little meeting is over." "What little meeting? Who is this meeting with?" he asked as he slowly sat down in the chair. "And why do I have to be strapped in this chair to meet this person?" "You'll find out soon enough," she said as she went to work securing him in the chair. The chair had many 2" straps attached to it. Leanne first strapped both Martin's wrist to the arms tightly. Then she strapped both forearms just before the elbows. Pulling them tight before buckling them. "That's too tight. Loosen them up some." "Hush Lady Vargos. I'll decide how tight they should be, not you." Then she continued. She strapped his upper arms at the biceps. Martin watched as she snugged him in the chair. Without any concerns for Martin she pulled hard on the waist strap pulling him up tight against the back of the chair. "Leanne, why are you doing this so tight?" Martin spat out as he felt himself becoming more and more immobilized. "Quiet please Lady Vargos," she said now pulling the strap at his chest above his padded bra. Leanne removed the hobbles just above Martin's knees, then she made sure his thighs had a strap wrapped around them and pulled tight holding them together, then another just below his knees. Finally his ankles were strapped together and secured to the chair. Leanne stood in front of him and looked at the helpless feminized man for a moment. "Getting some cheap thrills you sadistic bitch?" Martin hissed at her as she looked at him. "Oh, I'm not done yet." she said as she walked behind him raising the headrest on the chair. Martin's head was pushed back against the headrest and held firmly as a strap was then pulled tightly across his forehead securing his head to the head rest. A chin strap that was also attached to the head rest was fastened in place and that finished the scene. Martin sat motionless unable to move. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked only able to move his fingers and toes now. "You have a special guest Lady Vargos. This was all needed I'm afraid," Leanne sweetly patted Martin's cheek and then with a smile she pulled her hand back and gave him a hard slap across the face. The slap shocked Martin. She pretended like it was no more than a little love tap, but she slapped him hard and it stunned and hurt the unsuspecting Martin. She then pumped the chair up as high as it would go and turned the helplessly bound Martin slowly away from the door. "Now don't you go anywhere. It's time for your meeting," she said smiling as she turned to leave. Martin could hear Leanne's heels as she walked out of the room. He sat stiffly erect in the modified styling chair, wearing his pink dress and pink high heels. He had no idea why she had done this to him. She had never immobilized his head like this before. Martin gripped the ends of the chairs arms twisting in the tight bonds, becoming more and more anxious as he sat alone in the quiet room. Then he heard the door open and the sound of high heels slowly approached him from behind. "Really sucks doesn't it Martin. Having all this celebration for your new found captivity, and sexual slavery. I mean that's what it really is right? They call it marriage." a male voice said from behind him. Martin felt the chair being turned around slowly to find it was Dorothy. He had seen Dorothy at the banquet, but they had not mingled during the evening. Dorothy was dressed very appropriately for a woman that might be attending such a huge social event as this one. His hair was done up formally much like Martin's, and his face glamorously made up. He wore a low cut dress that was knee length and had a full skirt. The dress was a deep sapphire blue color, and had a sequined bodice with a silk skirt. He walked in front of Martin carrying himself as if he were actually a young lady. Martin couldn't help but notice Dorothy's real cleavage that was exposed by the low cut dress he was wearing. "What the hell are you doing? Why are you still wearing a dress? I thought you said nobody is making you do this shit now," Martin said looking at Dorothy's breast. Dorothy laughed and looked down at himself. "This dress? I actually bought this dress for myself just to wear here tonight for your banquet. What do you think of it?" he said flaring the skirt out with his hands, smiling as if he was waiting for a compliment on his dress . "What do I think of it? I think you've lost your mind. You said you hated being forced to dress as a woman and do all this," Martin said as looked for an answer. "Martin, you as well as anyone should know by now, that the way I dress says absolutely nothing about who I really am. Especially here. What does it say to you that I'm dressed like this right now? Tell me Martin, I want to hear it," Dorothy said as he smiled and winked at him. "I don't know. You have gotten so used to being forced to be a woman you have forgotten who you used to be. Don't you want to be a man again?" Martin said with a puzzled look on his face, with his eyes shifted over to Dorothy, unable to move his head. Dorothy laughed at Martin's struggled answer. "Oh Martin. I never quit being a man. Look, I don't like to wear women's clothes anymore now than I ever did, and I will stop soon. It's not a desire of mine to wear women's clothes. I've worn them for so long though that it doesn't really bother me to be seen like this anymore, at least around these parts. Look, I have breast Martin. Remember?" Dorothy said as he pushed up on his breast. "What else would I wear here tonight? I would have caused much more of a stir had I shown up suddenly dressed as a man with tits, don't you think? I mean after all this how people expect me to look right now when I show up to these things." Dorothy looked at his nails and sighed, "It was just easier I guess." "You're as nuts as the rest of these people here. You have turned into some kind of fag," Martin said looking a little disgusted at him. "No Martin, That's not true. I have a beautiful woman now who takes care of all my needs. Money can overcome a lot of obstacles. Funny, she doesn't even seem to notice I am wearing women's clothes." "Yeah right. No real man would just go buy a dress for himself to wear to a public banquet." Dorothy looked Martin over and then he just smiled for a moment. "You look very pretty in that dress Martin. Are you a real man?" "Yes, damn it. It's not the same. I'm not the one dressing myself up like this and you know it. I'm a real man." "I'm a real man too Martin." Dorothy ran his finger gently tracing the edges of the chin strap holding Martin's head firmly in place, as he reflected for a moment. "Listen, I have something I want to tell you. I know what is happening to you and the reason you are here." "Why am I here?" Martin said through a stiff jaw. Dorothy paused for a moment more. "Well...?" Martin said impatiently. "Martin, you've already been told your father set this whole thing up for you, and that is all true. The process all started back when you were married to your second wife. You know the one that you felt Missy had forced you into a divorce," Martin reflected with a scowl on his face. "What?" "Well you were right in your assumption, Missy did actively pursue getting your marriage annulled behind your back. It was unknowing on her part though that she was set up to do the deed. She thought she was getting a gold digger out of your life while trying to impress your father by caring so much about you." Dorothy then smiled. Martin was speechless at this point. "Of course we both know there is no bigger gold digger than Missy. Right?" Dorothy grinned. "She silly girl actually thought she was married to your father you know. She was just a young public show piece for him. He didn't care about her. Ask her how many times her pussy was touched by your father during their marriage. Zero times would be my guess." Martin recalled his discussion with Missy in the garden and how she had complained about having to have so much oral and anal sex with no compassion at all from him. How it physically had pained her. He pictured her in his mind going through what he had experienced the past few days. "You're saying I was separated from my wife, and a marriage that I was very happy with, and then forced into a divorce just so all this could be done to me?" He looked at him skeptical. "I was forced out of a normal marriage for this?" "Yes Martin. That is exactly what I'm saying. From that point on plans were being made for you behind the scenes to live your life acting as a woman for another man. You were to be made a wife basically and all along you were destined to end up right here where you are now. You never really had a choice in the matter actually. It was going to be done to you whether you wanted it or not. It was obvious to me when we first met that you didn't much care for your new lifestyle, and I would guess by your attitude and the fact you are sitting in that chair, it's obvious to me you haven't agreed with the decision to do all this yet." Dorothy paced the floor his skirt swaying back and forth as he talked. "Your father was able to get his parents to sign off on this arranged marriage of yours and keep it quiet, since he supported their lifestyle and he told them it was what he wanted, because he felt it was best for you. His sister is a nut, as you well know, and she did it for monetary reasons, of course. She also thought that an arranged marriage, in an alternate lifestyle, might be a good thing for you. She didn't seem to think you were having much luck with women anyway. It didn't matter to her that you were to marry a man and have to dress like a woman. She had commented that "she liked men too." She was pretty weird. Your cousin, that poor girl, had to be coerced a bit as your father needed that last signature from a family member for the arranged marriage to be registered. Your father just calmly suggested to her that he could very easily arrange for her to have her own arranged marriage and wedding ceremony if she had any issues with signing. "Possibly to another woman," he had suggested to her. So she signed, rather reluctantly, and kept quiet. I think that poor girl still worries today about an arranged marriage of her own." "Your saying my father forced them all to sign that document? And they all did it knowing I would end up like this? Dressed as a woman, and being sexually assaulted everyday by a insane man." "Well, except for your aunt, yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Your aunt didn't need to be coerced. if any of them had objected, you wouldn't be here." Martin jerked at his restraints in anger now, his head held rigidly still against the headrest. "You're lying to me! Tell me Dorothy, who told you all this crap? I don't know that I believe you. There was also a John Hastings that signed the document too. I've seen it. He was also involved in having this done to me? Do you know who he was? I don't remember a John Hastings in the family. How could he be involved?" Dorothy walked away from the chair and then turned to face Martin again. Putting his hands on his hips he struck a feminine pose and looked at Martin, smiled, and then said in a sexy, sensuous voice, "Nobody told me about all this Martin. I was there for the whole thing. That's my real name. I'm John Hastings. I was secretly forced to marry your father Martin. That legally made me your step......whatever. Your father never gave me a feminine name like you have. He always called me John for some weird reason. I created the name Dorothy because I felt even more ridiculous in public being called John dressed like this." Dorothy said holding his hands out. "That's right honey, my husband that just died recently was your father. Oh, and by the way, I am the one that asked him to do this to you." Martin felt sick. He couldn't say a word initially. "What?" he gasped. "That can't be right. I don't even know you." "I'm sorry honey. That's how it all really happened. I wanted you to hear the real story from me, so you would have no doubts at all, with all the rumors flying around about how you ensnared the Baron's heart and all." "Why would you to do this to me?" Martin's lip trembled as he became very emotional at the new revelation. "I haven't done anything to you. If your story is true, it's my father that forced you to be what you are, not me. I didn't even know you existed." Martin tried to turn his head to look at Dorothy but couldn't, only able to shift his eyes to the side, "Are you enjoying watching me suffer like this?" Martin twisted as best he could in the chair growling. "You sadistic ass hole." "Look honey, At least I didn't ask for your head on a silver platter, but I did ask for your father to do this to you," Dorothy said sitting across from Martin now in a very unladylike manner with his knees spread, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. "Your father was in love with me Martin, or in love with what he was doing to me. I'm not really sure which." Dorothy reflected and then turned his attention back to Martin. "He forced me to dress up in outrageous women's fetish wear, and then he paraded me around his select groups of friends totally humiliating me. Then he would force me to do my wifely duties when we were alone together. As far as I was concerned, I think he was somehow turned on by my total embarrassment, and enjoyed seeing me agonize in the degradation of it all. A sadistic bastard he was. You've had similar experiences here I'm sure, only it was much worse for me Martin. Much worse honey. I fought him and all those that were involved in doing this to me. I refused to cooperate with anything. I was in a constant state of restraint of some sort. I spent many hours in that same chair you are in right now. Believe it or not, that head rest was added to that chair just for me, to totally immobilize me. How do you like it?" "What? This is madness." Martin gripped the end of the chair handles as he pushed back one last time against the straps holding him still. "So, you know Leanne?" Martin asked blankly. "Yes. Leanne is a total bitch, and a cunt. I have absolutely no use for her. She has no problems whatsoever doing this type of thing to men. She see's it as a very nice paycheck. She's the one who got me started just like you. She's good at initiating the decline of a man's masculinity. No feelings or sympathy at all for the man who wants to be a man, if he is sitting in her chair." "And what about Lisa? How does she fit into all this? I think she's even worse than Leanne." "I don't know Lisa." Dorothy said as Martin stared straight ahead, taking in all this information and trying to make some sense of it all. "Your father couldn't understand why I wouldn't treat him like a loving spouse. Why I wouldn't love him back as he kept saying he loved me, I mean after all he did turn me into a princess and all, whether I wanted to be one or not." Dorothy looked at his dress and continued, "You see Martin, as I said before when we were in the garden, I wasn't a rich man like you. I worked for your father for years without a clue of his intentions toward me. My family, especially my parents had very little and my relationship with them was rocky to say the least, so they jumped at the opportunity to be wealthy at my expense. It didn't bother them at all. When my mother saw how I was being dressed after the fact, she just smiled and accepted it as part of the arranged marriage agreement. No offer to help me, or even an expression of sympathy for the fate she had just inflicted on me." Dorothy stared at the floor in quiet reflection for a moment. "Your father thought by giving me all the wealth any man could dream of wanting, would make me want to spread my legs wide for him and scream like some love struck girl, "Oh baby make love to me, harder, deeper," but that didn't happen. Your father was a pervert Martin, and saw nothing wrong with forcing me to do all this. He had all the rights to my body as my husband. Apparently it is not abuse if he is sticking his cock up my ass and I don't want it there. It is legal here to force a marriage the way they did ours. That's why we were brought here in the first place. After all, once your father and I were married he felt no sympathy for me at all for the physical aspects of our relationship that he fully exploited for his own enjoyment. Nor did he concern himself in what he was doing to me in depriving me of my manhood. He actually thought I was being very unreasonable about it all, but he wanted me to emotionally desire him. Then he gave me this unusual but permanent gift," Dorothy said grasping both his breast, "It was like he was showing me he could do what he wanted with me even if I disagreed, but he wanted me to feel good about it I think, in some demented way. He had a sick mind Martin. I think he really enjoyed my suffering. I guess if I was a masochistic crossdresser I'd been in seventh heaven, but I was neither of those. I won't tell you what all he did to me," Dorothy said softly turning his back to Martin and softly unzipping his dress. "but his fiendish imagination was.........well, I'll just say it's best he's gone." Dorothy hung his head as his dress hit the floor. "What are you doing Dorothy?" Martin looked at the feminized man's body. Dorothy slid his panties down slightly to reveal initials tattooed across his lower back, over each butt cheek, in large elaborate script just under the panty line. G H. "George Hastings," Martin thought as he saw the letters. It was his father's initials. Martin stared as Dorothy just stood there so he could see the humiliating permanent mark that had been left on him. This was the first real sign that his father had really been associated with this man. Martin was stunned silent now. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 21 "Your father had his initials tattooed on my body Martin. I hated him for that as much if not more than the breast implants he forced me to have. I am not a possession, no matter how possessed I may be forced into being. Do you understand that?" Dorothy just continued to stand with his back to Martin, his panties pulled down under his butt cheeks to expose his bare ass and the initials of George Hastings. "Then a situation arose, after my implants, and I told him that if he really believed that our relationship and marriage was perfectly normal, and there was nothing unusual or wrong with forcing one man to become another man's bride because a piece of paper said he could, would he do something for me to prove his love for me." "What situation arose?" Martin said in anger. Dorothy turned slowly and held up a finger to his lips for Martin to hold on as he explained more. Martin saw Dorothy's cock and balls hanging between his legs now. "Put some clothes on. I don't want to see your dick hanging there." Dorothy ignored him and continued. "I asked him to make you someone else's wife, just like he had done to me. Offer you up to a man that was looking for such a bride, like the Baron. If he would do that for me, then I would give him the affection he so desired from myself willingly, but not until you were married to another man and the marriage had been consummated with the full three night ritual, and you were forced to dress like a woman just like me." Martin could see the anger in Dorothy's heavily made up eyes. "I have to admit he was reluctant at first, he didn't seem to want to do this to you. Not his own son. It's ok for someone else's son to be forced to dress like a woman, but not his." Dorothy continued talking as he unhooked his bra, allowing his breast to stand firmly and proudly on his male chest, the nipples both brightly tattooed into pretty flowers, pierced with small gold rings. "What are you doing Dorothy?" Martin said nervously watching the nude man strut toward him slowly as he talked. Dorothy took the chair and released the back allowing it to tilt back slightly so Martin was now in a reclining position. "Then I reached out and gave your father a very deep seductive kiss of my own free will for the first time ever. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever done in my life Martin. I'd rather be forcibly fucked in my ass by him than to willingly kiss him on the lips. At least I wouldn't have to look at him. After that kiss though, well.............your divorce plans began to develop almost immediately, and his promise that you would be given in marriage to another man as a male bride if I accepted my relationship with him. Your fate was sealed then." Dorothy smiled now. "I also begged him to please have these implants removed from my chest, but he said no. He said they would have to stay because he liked me with breast," Dorothy said looking at his breast with a pouty lower lip. "You know Martin. I still think he would have pulled a fast one on me in some way if he hadn't died. Kind of like he did to Missy. He would have made me think somehow it had been done when it actually hadn't, but when he died, and all the pieces were already so neatly in place, it was easy to set in motion your marriage, and here you are. The Baron insisted after all." "You're the one responsible for me being here then?" he yelled at Dorothy. "No Martin. I'm just the one who requested you to be here. Your father is totally responsible. If he had let me go, I never would have had to ask for such a thing, and you would not be here right now dressed as a woman sitting on your sore, abused butt hole. But I wanted to see him suffer in some way, just a little. Make him have to see you, his own son being forced into wearing a dress whenever he came to visit, knowing full well you probably had a dick in your mouth that very morning and one up your ass the night before just because of him and his stupid obsessive desires for me." "Why am I the one suffering here now for all this. It was my father that did you wrong, not me. Why take it out on me?" Martin looked out the corner of his eye at Dorothy now standing next to the chair. "Suffering? Oh honey your not suffering. You just think you are suffering. You're just a little upset right now sweetie at having all this perversion inflicted on you so quickly. You're just all emotional trying to cope because you have to dress like a girl while every woman laughs at you when they see you, and other people just sit back and seem to be enjoying the mental and physical conflicts you are having right now. It's only been three days Martin. Just three days honey." Dorothy picked up his own cock in his hand and slowly stroked it where Martin could see what he was doing, and then Dorothy stared at Martin's still disbelieving face. "What are you doing?" Martin hissed in anger. "You don't really understand how all this works yet, do you honey? Let me ask you a simple little question Martin. If I told you I was going to masturbate right now and cum in your ear, what would you do?" Martin felt Dorothy touch his cock up close to his ear. "Damn it Dorothy, I'll get you for this. Get away from me." "No honey that's not the correct answer, Dorothy breathed feeling the excitement inside him growing, "Now try again dear, and this time be realistic. Look around you first." Dorothy said as he slowly picked up the pace and stroked his cock even faster causing it into a firmer erection. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" Martin was unable to move, desperate to get away from all this. "That's not it either. Martin. The answer is, nothing. You will do absolutely nothing but just sit here in this wonderful chair that was designed for poor boys like us, and allow me to jerk off in your ear. My cum will fill your ear and run down the side of your face and you will be able to do nothing to stop it." Dorothy outlined the route his cum would take with his fingertip as he talked. "That's how the reality is here. The sooner you accept it the better." Dorothy was now stroking himself fully enjoying the twinges of ecstasy that were still deep in his loins. "Why are you torturing me like this?" Martin sat limp now in the chair, waiting, almost resigned now that Dorothy was going to do as she had said, but hoping she was only bluffing about masturbating on him. "Honey, You want to know what real suffering is?" Dorothy began as he continued to masturbate himself, "In two years you will wonder why this man still does all this to you everyday single day he's in town. Oh, he'll be gone often enough, they always are. He'll have some beautiful young girl that accompanies him on his trips and performs in his bed at night, receives gifts and favors from him. You'll wonder why he doesn't just keep her and let you go. You'll never get used to it either, I can promise you that, but you will become more accustomed to things. Even though his dick may not be as painful when filling your ass physically, as you will get more and more used to that, mentally it is only going to get worse Martin. Much worse." Dorothy put one of his hands firmly on Martin's forehead now. "Martin, a couple of years ago when I was strapped to that hospital bed knowing that the room down the hall was in the process of being prepped by the medical staff, I knew what time I was scheduled to have surgery, and there was a clock on the wall that I could see as it slowly counted down. It was a very sadistic setup. Evil in fact, and nobody would listen to me, no matter how emphatically I protested I was a man and I didn't want breast, they were going to give me a pair of breast anyway Martin," Dorothy smiled and looked Martin in the eye, breathing very heavily now from the physical stimulation he was giving himself. "I'll tell you something, when they started pushing me down that hall, unable to get off that table, unable to do anything but go with them, so they could do a surgical process on me so I'd to have breast like a woman, I began to understand real mental anguish as a man. I screamed till they put me out. It was a nightmare Martin. When I awoke, it was all over, and I had breast. I know what suffering is Martin. I've lived through it." Dorothy firmly gripped Martin's forehead now and placed the end of his erect penis firmly in Martin's ear and pushed forward. "Oh my...........Shhhhh........now be very still baby," Dorothy said softly taking deep breaths and as he pushed forward his legs started shaking. He stroked his erect cock now with a fierce anticipation of his building orgasm, "Oh, yes! Oh baby, oh yes,......oh.........Oh I'm cumming......... YESSS!!!!!!" "NO! DAMN YOU DOROTHY DON'T DO IT. STOP," Martin squealed, but it was too late, as Dorothy's hot semen began shooting directly into his ear from point blank range, running out the bottom of his ear, down his lobes to his earrings and onto his shoulder and down his neck. It was a very humiliating and degrading act that Dorothy was performing on Martin. Dorothy pressed his dick hard against Martin's ear as the cum kept filling it and then running down Martin's neck. "Oh my god! Stop!" Martin broke down and cried as he panicked and struggled against the leather straps. "You are disgusting faggot. Stop this," Martin said as his voice faded into sobs. He could literally hear the demoralizing act that was taking place, each time the cum shot into his ear. Martin's toes curled under as the hot semen was pumped in his ear, and finally they relaxed only after the last bit of cum was expelled from Dorothy's penis. Martin didn't say a word but wept openly from the humiliation of what Dorothy had just done to him, as well as he was now emotionally broken by the entire ordeal. As Dorothy put his panties back on, Martin swam in the despair of the revelations Dorothy had just put on him. He just didn't understand why everyone seemed to insist this was now the best life for him and were so determined that this was how he was going to live from now on that the use of force was accepted and even encouraged. He also couldn't understand the cruelty of Dorothy, after all he had been forced through the same things and had seemed like an ally the last time they had met. Why was there no compassion from him now? As Dorothy was putting on his high heels he said, "You see Martin, you just laid there and let me masturbate in your ear, just like I said you would." Dorothy looked at himself in the mirror as he put his breast in the cups of his bra and fastened it behind his back. Pulling up his dress he then primped his hair slightly, using the mannerisms any woman would, doing the same things, and then he turned back to Martin, "We will be talking again I'm sure." Dorothy looked at Martin's tears, "Oh stop your crying Martin, and try to be a little more resigned to the fact of what is going on here with you the next time we meet. It wouldn't hurt if you were to show a little more consideration for the people that are trying to help you here too." Dorothy walked away from the mirror now, "Oh and honey, a helpful hint, try to be a little less vocal about your own selfish concerns in all this. You're a real heterosexual man who happens to have a husband and dresses like a woman now, so just deal with it. Nobody here really cares what you have to say about it and it's so unbecoming a real man of your means and stature in society to be whining all the time about what clothes you are wearing." Dorothy gave a smile and a wink to Martin, "Wouldn't you agree...............Lady Vargos?" Dorothy gave a giggle as he dabbed his finger in Martin's ear and got a drop of his semen on his fingertip and then quickly touched it to the tip of Martin's nose. He then turned to leave the room as Martin cried still reclined back in the restraining chair. When Leanne entered Martin was still feeling his helplessness and he felt sorry for himself. Almost pure self pity. He couldn't help it. It was such a huge conspiracy against him in his mind. All the people who wanted him here were getting their way. Leanne walked in and sat the chair back up right. She then noticed the semen in and around Martin's ear, and running down his neck. "Well that figures," she said reaching for a towel and cleaning Martin's neck and ear as best she could. "That man has always been a problem," she said referring to Dorothy. "I can't believe he did this." "Why didn't you tell me you knew him Leanne? Why did you just let him do this to me?" "He was suppose to just talk with you. Not jerk off on you. And it's not my job to reveal those type things Lady Vargos. I'm here to decorate you in the appropriate fashions for your public and social needs. Along with any fetish desires your husband may request for evenings or in the bedroom," she said as she finished wiping the cum out of his ear. "I don't like it." he cried softly his lip shaking. "I know you don't. That's why you are seated in this chair with all these straps. You will adjust with time though. I promise it will get easier for you Lady Vargos." Leanne pulled a full length mirror in front of Martin so he could see how he looked strapped in the chair. He looked so erect and rigid in the chair. He moved his fingers, watching his red fingernails dangle helplessly over the ends of the arm rest. He wiggled his toes that protruded through the ends of the pink peep toe pumps he was wearing. "Let me out of this chair Leanne," Martin blubbered as she watched him. Leanne turned the chair around. He could the feel the headrest loosen finally. Leanne began to loosen all the straps, but as she did she told Martin that he had one more person to meet before his husband left, then he could retire for the evening. She told him that the concubine the Baron was taking with him needed to meet with him before they left. It was customary for the woman that was approved to sleep with the husband when he was away, meet with him, the wife, before sharing time with the Baron. The same was true of the concubine that would take care of Martin, but the Baron had already met with them as he was the one who also approved that concubine, though Martin had absolutely no say in the matter. Sex with these concubines was not seen as an infidelity of the marriage, but a healthy way of catering to the sexual desires and loneliness of the spouses while they were separated. As Martin slowly stood Leanne had him turn around and lift dress and drop his panties so the butt plug could now be removed. Martin was bent over holding the chair arm when Leanne pulled the tape off his buttocks with one quick pull. "YEOOWW!!" Martin tried to stand and turn only to be pushed back down by Leanne. "That hurt," he said as she had him spread his legs more. "QUIET! OK, Let it out slowly," she said pulling on the base of the plug. Martin was so relieved when the plug was finally removed. He tried to stand again only to be held down by Leanne. Leanne put on a latex glove and popped it at the wrist as she slid her hand in it. Leanne's lubricated, gloved finger entered his tight, sore ass hole to lubricate his anal opening again. "What are you doing this for?" Martin whined, but some how he deep down inside didn't really want to know. "Y our husband is getting ready to leave." "I don't want to see him right now," Martin said through tears that he couldn't control any longer. His brain was so confused now as to who he was or who he was going to be, having heard all the reasons he was here, and all the people that had taken part in it. "I'm sorry ma'am, your husband wants me to bring you to the men's restroom to see him before he goes." Leanne now let in a man and woman to help escort Martin. The girl had a smile on her face as the man stepped in the room to assist her. "THE MEN'S RESTROOM!" Martin yelled as his tears welled up ready to flow again. Martin was forcibly stood up. "A public restroom?" Martin whined twisting in their grip. Taking him by the arms they stood him up and escorted him forcibly out of the room and down the hall. "Oh god," he cried out as he was dragged down the hallway, his 6" high heels dragging the floor. Martin was so exhausted he could give little resistance at all. "Stop pushing me," Martin insisted as he was dragged down the hall with his head hanging low till they got to the public restrooms. There stood the Baron arm in arm with Tiffany. Tiffany looked hot in her tight black leather pants and 4" red high heel sandals that showed off her turquoise painted toenails, and of course Martin now knew all too well how the Baron insisted on seeing pretty toenails on his women, and on him too. She wore a white peasant blouse with no bra that clearly showed her nipples through the fabric, and she now had elegant long red fingernails. She smiled as Martin was brought in front of them. It was obvious that someone had assisted her in her new look that now catered more to the Baron's likes. "Haven't you done enough to me all ready?" Martin said pulling back as best he could. "Ah,there you are my sweet," the Baron smiled at the feminized, emotionally broken man. "Marcia this is Tiffany. She will be my concubine while I am away. Isn't she beautiful," the Baron said smiling and giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "I will leave you two to talk privately about details, while I finish up a couple of things." As the Baron was walking away, Martin was pulled to his feet and his hands were pulled behind his back and handcuffed. The attendants left also leaving Martin alone with Tiffany. "It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Vargos. Your husband is such a wonderful man," she said with a giggle at the sight of this distressed man standing in front of her. "What do you want?" Martin looked at her with eyes that seemed resigned to his fate. "As you know, I will be having sex with your husband and taking care of his needs while we are away. Are there any special needs he has or little things that he likes in bed that you could share with me?" " WHAT? You can't be serious." Martin stumbled in his 6" heels his male voice sounding sharp. "I could care less." "That's what we're here to talk about right? Satisfying your husband. I don't want to disappoint him or you either." "I hope you like a mouth full of dick bitch, because that's what you're going to get," Martin tried to sound aggressive and intimidate her, but he sounded tired. "Well duh. Like I didn't know that. Of course he will want me to suck his penis. He's a man isn't he?" Tiffany said in a matter of fact manner. Then she had a bit of an embarrassed look on her face. "I'm sorry Lady Vargos. I didn't mean to be disrespectful to you. I know you are a man too, and you don't get your penis sucked anymore..............but I'm sure you still desire the pleasures and feeling of such things if you were allowed. Maybe your concubine will be so kind as to offer you some oral stimulation." "Just go away. I'm done with this. Leave me alone." "I do have a pussy for him to use. I will offer that to him first. Hopefully he'll want that instead of well, you know. I mean, I can take it up my bottom if I have to, but it's very uncomfortable for me, and if he has a really big penis it just hurts too much," she said in a bashful manner. "How about moaning. Does he like for you to moan during sex? Do you scream out during his orgasm? Does he like that?" she asked. "Yeah. I scream all the time, but know one cares. What man wouldn't scream with a another man's big dick stuck up his ass," Martin said in a mildly sarcastic tone. "Does he have a big penis?" she asked with a timid smile. "Yes." Martin said quietly. "Is that whaht you want to here?" "I like a man with a large penis. I'm sure I will enjoy sharing time with him." she said smiling. The Baron was coming back down the hallway now. "Thank you very much Lady Vargos. I will do my best," she said as she stepped back and received another kiss from the Baron. This time it was little more passionate. The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 21 "My darling, I would like to see you one last time before I leave on my trip. Please join me," he said to Martin opening the restroom door. "NO!!! Not in a damn public restroom you sleazy scum. What's wrong with you?" Martin stumbled in his heels and fell. "Why don't you just have her do this for you? Take her in there," he said getting very emotional and looking to Tiffany in panic. "She wants to suck your dick, let her do it." "Oh my love, Tiffany is my concubine for my business trip and it would not be proper for her to do such a thing while we are both still here together. It would be adulterous in a way." The two attendants came back and Martin fought them as he was dragged on the floor into the restroom kicking and yelling his objections to the echoes of the restroom walls. "Let go of me! Let her do this. She wants to do it," Martin yelled in his frustration as he knew what was going to happen to him. His head hung as they lifted Martin to his feet. Martin stood breathing hard holding onto the sink awaiting his husband's last quick show of affection before he left. The man and woman uncuffed Martin and left him alone in the restroom. "I will not be long my sweet," he said to Tiffany. "Baron. Your wife is correct," Tiffany said putting her arm around the Baron's neck and giving him a light but sexy kiss. "I would love to take his place and do this for you if you like. Your wife, well he doesn't seem quite up to the task right now, if you ask me," she said looking up at him shyly through her false eyelashes. "She will be fine. You and I will have plenty of time alone together later," the Baron kissed her again and entered the restroom. Tiffany stood outside the door easily hearing Martin's immediate objections to his husbands intentions. The Baron immediately approached Martin and grabbed him roughly, pulling him to him and kissing him. The Baron released his kiss and held Martin's head against his chest trying to comfort the crying feminized man. "It's alright Marcia. Don't cry." "Do I have to do this?" Martin cried softly gripping the Baron's jacket with his red fingernails dug in. He was looking at the floor, rubbing his head on the Baron's chest in mental anguish. There was a moment of silence as the Baron rubbed Martin's back. Martin was no longer able to fight him. "Yes," he said softly. "But we are in a public restroom. Don't make me do this here. Please Baron, this is so disgusting." Martin looked the Baron in the eye. "Please, for me, don't do this here." For all the class the Baron and his family tried to show the public, Martin realized this man had no class at all. Martin felt the Baron's hands on his shoulders and the pressure pushing him down toward the floor. "No....For god sakes, take me to a room to do this," Martin said softly shaking his head as he was forced down to his knees. While Martin agonized in front of the Baron on his knees, the Baron unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi erect cock. "Oh god no," Martin begged the Baron as he took Martin's chin in his hand and squeezed his cheeks, parting his lips. The Baron had the head of his cock on Martin's lips now. "NO!.........AWK...." Martin's mouth was quickly filled with his husband's semi erect cock. Martin struggled managing to pull away just enough to turn his head and get the huge cock out of his mouth. "STOP!" he gasped. The Baron repositioned Martin and once again. "NO!!......SHE WILL DO.....GAWK.....UUMMPPHHH!!" Martin screamed a desperate but muffled cry for help. The Baron grabbed a hand full of Martin's newly dyed red hair on the back of his head and pulled him tight to him, causing Martin to gag instantly. Then the Baron began a rhythmic thrust of his pelvis back and forth, pounding Martin's lips with a passion of a man enjoying a wet pussy. Martin fought to hold off the viciousness of the Baron's actions, and feared that he could be injured if the Baron was not careful. Tiffany could hear the sounds Martin was making through the door as the bathroom walls only echoed the event that was happening inside. "GAWK.....GAWK........GAWK....ACCKKKK!!" Martin choked severely on the thrust of the now fully erect uncircumcised cock. Martin held onto the Baron's belt, desperately trying to lessen the impact of the thrust into his throat. Martin closed his eyes and waited now for the huge load of cum that he was sure his husband was getting ready to deposit in his mouth. Then slowly the Baron removed his cock and pulled a coughing, gasping Martin up from the floor. He gave Martin a smile and then turned him around to face the sink. Martin felt himself being pushed over so his hands were on the sink then down to his elbows. Then his dressed was flipped up over his back and the Baron removed Martin's panties. Martin tried to turn around only to be roughly pushed back down to the sink again. Looking back at the Baron, Martin stood bent over with his legs spread and his bare ass exposed. "You better enjoy this you perverted bastard. I will make you pay for this, I promise." Martin's head was turned back to face the mirror by the baron's big hands, so Martin could see the reflection of the man he had now become. His makeup had run all over his face and his newly dyed red hair was all messed up. Martin gripped the sink tightly, bracing himself for the initial penetration of his husbands cock. He felt the head press against his butt hole. "AAAHHGGGGG!!!" came the scream from in the restroom. Tiffany giggled at the intensity of the scream as Martin's rectum was slowly parted by his husband's huge intrusive cock once more as it slid deeply but steadily inside him. She pictured this man wearing his pink dress and being fucked in a public restroom by a real man. "OH GOD, BARON STOP!!" Martin's tearful cry now sounded desperate. He knew he wouldn't stop though, not till he had exploded with a satisfying orgasm inside Martin, but the spontaneous reaction was to plead for it to all stop. It left no doubts in Tiffany's mind what was happening to Martin now. "HURRY UP DAMN IT. JUST GET DONE AND TAKE IT OUT," Martin's voice faded. Tiffany heard the Baron grunting now and the sound of his pelvis slapping up against Martin's ass cheeks on each thrust as his cock slid in and out being squeezed tightly by Martin's butt hole. A full 7" of enjoyment each way. Martin was grunting loudly too and trying not to scream out. Martin's heels were coming off the floor and landing in a steady rhythmic pattern over and over. "AHHH......Oh yes, my love. AHHH........oh that's nice," the Baron now thrust hard as his orgasm began. "OOUUCCHH!" Martin squealed as he was held tightly as the thrust of the orgasm made the Baron shake all over. He felt his husband's semen being placed deep in his rectum. "WHHAAAA!!" Martin screamed out again as the Baron pulled back and thrust his hard cock again deep in Martin's anal cavity, holding him down over the sink as he finished his orgasm. The Baron pulled Martin up, and held him for a moment from behind with his cock still in him. "Why......do you do this to me. You could have used that girl out there. Why me?" Martin stood limply and cried as he was held and kissed on the neck by the baron. "Please, take it out." Martin said now giving no resistance to his husband, "If you're done, would you just take it out now, please," he blubbered. "Is there anything else I can do for you my love before I go?" the Baron asked still holding Martin firmly and rubbing his stomach. "Yes, would you please take your dick out of my ass," Martin was sobbing now and shaking. The Baron eased his cock out now as Martin grimaced, and he turned Martin to face him. Martin leaned back against the sink creating space between the two of them. The Baron gave him a smile and picked up the hem of Martin's pink dress and used it to wipe his cock with. He cleaned himself up well and then dropped the skirt. Martin felt used, even more so than ever. He was just a cheap thrill to be used by this man on a whim. "I'll be back in a week my sweet. I will miss you," he said kissing Martin's cheek as he turned his head away. The Baron walked out of the restroom to Tiffany who was waiting for him. "You ready to go now?" she said smiling a knowing smile of what had just transpired behind the door between the Baron and his wife. Martin was sitting in the corner of the restroom on the floor beside a urinal. He had been forcibly violated by his husband once again. He wiped his eyes with toilet paper. He took his high heels off and pulled his feet up under him and hugged his legs. "What am I going to do?" he said in broken words to himself. "I just can't see myself living my life as a woman, with all this humiliation, and degradation. It's crushing my soul." The ache in his rectum still burning form the abuse he had just received. His ass was not designed for such things. He was so conflicted now that he couldn't think straight anymore. "I want to be a normal man. What's wrong with that?" he wailed out as he cried again alone in the restroom. WHAT"S WRONG WITH THAT!" he yelled out in the empty restroom. Looking down at his red painted toenails he put his face in his hands, "Oh god." He felt so ashamed now for all the things that he had allowed them to do to him. Looking at his hand he stared at the diamond ring that was the symbol of all that he was now. It sat so gracefully on his brightly manicured fingers. Martin was now the obediant, and well seeded wife of another man. What would tomorrow and the days ahead bring for Martin? The consummation of his marriage was now complete, with all the intense deviate sex and celebrations of Martin's turmoil. His new husband was leaving town with another woman, a concubine, to comfort him while away. Martin couldn't imagine what was in store for him, he could only sit in the corner and anguish as he melted in his own self pity for now. This ends "The Marriage of Martin Hastings." However his story does continue in the next saga, "The Life and Times of Lady Vargos."