I’d hoped to post this earlier but got too distracted by all the sport going on.
This is the prequel to An Hour in the Life and it’s much longer than the original so hopefully readers won’t fall asleep before the end.
Take care
Carrie
An Hour in the Life – The Beginning
By
CarrieP
“At least Mother’s bridge friends haven’t
arrived yet.” Martha said as the car neared the end of the long driveway to the
imposing Georgian house “Now don’t be intimidated by her, William. She means
well it’s just she has very strong views and is not easily swayed.”
William was about to say he had wondered where
Martha got her own forceful opinions from but he thought better of it and
quickly decided it best not to raise the
topic.
“Yes dear.” William answered.
“Now she may be a little annoyed by our
engagement.” Martha continued as she brought the car to a halt.
“A little annoyed?” William asked a tad
nervously.
“Well it was rather sudden and she usually
wishes to view any prospective male companions.” Martha explained “She is very
protective and does not wish me to make any hasty judgements when it comes to
matters of romance. I do hope you understand.”
William nodded, he could see that she was
excited at meeting her mother after several weeks away and did not wish to
spoil her mood by mentioning that not only was it Martha’s idea to get engaged
so quickly but she actually proposed to him.
“Besides,” Martha said patting his knee in a
reassuring if not a tad patronising way and laughed “I’m sure once your
interrogation is over you two will become the best of friends.”
William gave a nervous laugh and bit his lip.
As they stepped out of the car, two maids in
grey uniforms appeared on either side of an attractive middle-aged woman in a purple
knee length silk dress which was extended by several net petticoats underneath.
William did not need to be told this was Martha’s mother and as she rushed up the steps to greet her
William opened the trunk of the car and
after unloading two suitcases he, with a degree of difficulty, hauled
them the few feet to the steps leading to the large front door.
“That’s quite all right, sir.” one of the
maids said before he could object as she
and her colleague lifted the cases and effortlessly carried them up the steps
William followed marvelling at the easy work they made of lifting such heavy
loads.
“So you are the…”Martha’s mother began in a
tone that William considered to be cool at best as she scanned him from head to
toe before continuing in a barely concealed
irritated voice“…the…person who has become engaged to my daughter.”
“Yes Mrs Broadshank.” he answered warmly
holding out a hand which she ignored. “It all happened quite quickly. We…”
“Yes…yes.” Mrs Broadshank said brusquely
before turning to her daughter “Martha you really should have told me before
you even considered such an arrangement.”
“I did mention…” William began to explain.
“Please do not speak unless you are spoken
to, young man.” her mother snapped.
Martha kissed her mother on the cheek and put
her arm around her shoulder.
“Don’t be so unkind Mother.” she said softly
“It wasn’t William’s fault I proposed to him and insisted we get engaged
immediately. And like you, when I make my mind up I act on it. Now I want you
both to get along so be nice to your prospective new son -in -law. Once you get
to know him I’m convinced you will become the best of friends.”
“He will have a lot of convincing to do.” her
mother snorted derisively as once more she ran her eyes over William and with a
smile of encouragement from Martha she finally addressed him “You may kiss me.”
William nervously approached her and kissed
her on the cheek inhaling her heady perfume as he did so.
“I’m sure we will be friends, Mrs
Broadshank.” he said, smiling a little nervously.
“Mummy.” she retorted.
He looked at her blankly and from the corner
of one eye could see the maids smirking from the other he could see Martha’s
face almost pleading with him to indulge her mother with this most embarrassing
form of address. He had an inkling that Martha would be very grateful if he
agreed and Martha’s gratitude, as he had come to appreciate, could be most
enjoyable. He swallowed his pride at being asked to address his future mother
in law like a ten year old girl.
“Ah…yes…emm...”he nevertheless spluttered.
“I’m waiting…” Mrs Broadshank said clearly
becoming impatient.
Mindful of the sneering maids he answered in
a whisper.
“I’m sure we will be friends… Mummy.”
Martha beamed, her mother gave a
self-satisfied smile and in the background the maids made little pretence of
their amusement and sniggered quietly.
“Now that wasn’t too difficult, was it
William?” Martha’s mother said, her tone softening appreciably.
“Ah…no Mrs …”he replied but was immediately
interrupted.
“William, I thought we agreed how you should
address me.” she said in a soft but firm voice.
Four sets of female eyes fell on him. He knew
it would be impossible for him to renege on this new and absurd obligation
forced on him and reluctantly he replied with a great deal of discomfort and
shame. It was his future mother in law’s increasingly impatient stare that
prompted his response.
“No, not too difficult Mummy.”
Martha’s mother smiled broadly, clearly
delighted at his acknowledgement of their new relationship. William felt more
than a little ashamed but Martha’s smile eased his discomfort.
“You were right Martha, he is such a darling
boy.” she addressed her daughter as she patted William’s on the head like a
prize winning poodle. She then turned her gaze back to him and laughed as she continued
to direct her remarks to Martha “I do hope he’s house trained.”
William blushed as he could see the maids
desperately trying to stifle their giggles.
“Mother!” Martha protested her face contorting into a
scowl “William is only too well aware of how to behave in other people’s houses
and is most deferential to his hostess. I can assure you he will always adhere
to their standards and conventions. Isn’t that right William?”
“Yes dear.” William replied quietly and
although annoyed at her mother’s disrespectful remark thought better of voicing
it.
“Well those dreadful bohemian female friends
you brought earlier this year could not be described as such.” her mother
answered tersely “I would say it bordered on impudence with little regard for
my position as mistress of this house, their clothing and general grooming left
a lot to be desired. Wandering about half naked from bedroom to bedroom, it was
most unsettling for the servants. Yes dreadful people! I was merely trying to
establish that this young man was not similarly inclined.”
She looked at William, the expression on her face
clearly signalled the actual question did not have to be asked but did have to
be answered.
“Oh no Mrs…”he blurted before noticing the
irritation on her face, he swallowed hard before continuing “Oh no…ah… Mummy
I’m not like that at all.”
“Good I’m delighted to hear it.” she answered
her features mellowing at his reply. “Now come along we have time for a sherry
before dinner.”
As they reached the front door it opened and
a tall attractive woman in a white silk blouse and knee length black pleated
skirt opened it and curtsied to Martha’s mother.
“There has been a phone call for Miss Martha,
Madam.” she said as she turned to Martha and smiled “Welcome home Miss Martha.”
“Thank you Mrs Manette. It is good to be back.”
Martha answered “Who called?”
“Miss Felicity Rouncell, Miss.” Mrs Manette
replied “She said to remind you of your college reunion tomorrow.”
“Oh damm!” Martha said and seeing the disapproving
look from her mother immediately apologised “Sorry Mother but I wasn’t
expecting this, I’ve obviously got my dates mixed up. I had thought it was next
week and I spoke to Felicity on telephone only last week from France confirming
I would attend. She is being honoured by the class for her work in promoting
female empowerment and asked me to help her with her preparations. I will have
to leave immediately but should only take a day or two.”
William breathed a sigh of relief, and while
spending time with her college friends wasn’t exactly his cup of tea it would
be considerably better than remaining here with her overbearing mother.
“Such a pity.” he sighed feigning
disappointment and removed his arm from Martha’s mother grip “but I’m sure we
will make it back in a few days.”
“Oh no darling.” Martha said kissing him on
the cheek “I’m afraid you can’t come, it’s a girls’ only weekend and being such
a masculine hunk you would not fit in.”
William was distracted by what he thought
were sniggers from the maids, Martha continued,
“Besides even if you could go I would not
risk you with these particular women. You would be like a lamb amongst wolves.
No. You must stay here with Mother where you will be safe and sound.”
“But
I… ah… I can’t…”he spluttered clearly dumbfounded by this sudden change of
events “It’s …”
“If I leave now I will make cocktails before
dinner.”Martha said clearly ignoring her new fiancée’s distress. “You do
understand don’t you darling? Felicity is my closest and dearest friend I
simply could not leave her down when she needs me the most.”
“But…I…” William, still trying to come to
terms with what was being proposed, struggled to protest but was abruptly
halted by Martha’s mother.
“Stop blabbering William. I do hope you’re
not going to be one of those awkward and disobedient young men.” she said with
an air of authority that shocked him into silence. She turned to one of the
maids “Take Miss Martha’s luggage back to her car.”
Martha kissed her mother and took William
aside and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
“Don’t worry darling, I know Mother may seem
a little overbearing, it’s just she’s a little too protective, just humour her
and she will treat you like her little prince.” she said and as she kissed him
on the cheek for reassurance “Mrs Manette is my old Governess and a dear friend
she will advise you how best to get on with Mother. It’s very important to me
that you two get along. So try to indulge her for my sake. You will try won’t
you?”
“Do I really have to address her Mummy” he
said “It seems so childish almost emasculating.”
“If you don’t, it will turn her against you
and that will only make life difficult for both of us.” she cautioned him and
then with a pleading smile she said “For me, please darling it would mean so
much.”
He
could never resist her smile and nodded his agreement.
“Thank you darling, I knew I made the right
choice in you. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” she smiled at him as she
turned and skipped down the steps to the car.
He watched forlornly as she sped down the
driveway, he suddenly became aware of an arm slipping inside his.
“Don’t you fret you pretty little head
William.” Mrs Broadshank said “Mummy will take very good care of you.”
Still trying to understand what just had
happened he felt himself being guided up the steps and through the front door.
The soft thud of the large oak door closing welcomed him into the large
entrance vestibule and now surrounded by women a feeling of mild claustrophobia
began to engulf him.
“You must be tried after your journey.”Mrs
Broadshank said as she steered him towards the imposing wide stairway. “Mrs Manette
will run a bath for you and will unpack your luggage while you have a nice hot
soak.”
“But I…”he began but was immediately cut
short by her.
“I do hope you are not going to be
difficult William.” she sighed wearily “You did say you were a most compliant
and obedient young man, I would hate to think you had deceived my daughter. ”
“No…it’s just that…I …”he scrambled to think
of a suitable answer.
“It’s just what exactly?” she again
interrupted in a voice that almost dared him to reply.
From the corner of his eye he saw that the
expressions on the maids faces was one of nervousness rather than, like moments
previously, pleasure at his discomfort. He quickly deduced that if the servants
were somewhat apprehensive at their mistress’s reaction then he too should be.
His eyes fell to the floor and he mumbled his answer.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing, what young man?” she
snapped, her delivery and tone almost made him jump, he noticed the maids had also
become visibly anxious.
“Nothing Mummy.” he immediately responded quickly
adding “I’m sorry Mummy.”
“Much better.” she said, her tone softening considerably
and seeing how alarmed he was she embraced him and nuzzling his head against
her ample bosom she consoled him “You must remember you are family now and I
will treat you as if you were my own daughter. Oh silly me, I mean son of
course.”
Her
hug was so tight that he could feel the wire in her brassiere press into his
cheek.
“Now you run along with Mrs Manette, I don’t
want you late for afternoon tea.” she said as she released him from her
enveloping arms.
William followed the tall and elegant figure up
the stairs and as he went to lift his suitcase Mrs Manette stopped him.
“The maid will take that Master William.” she
said with a warm smile and for a moment he considered refusing her offer but
after his awkward encounter with Martha’s mother he didn’t want to antagonise
this woman who, as Martha’s friend and Governess, could be invaluable in his efforts
to avoid problems with his future mother in law.
As
they walked along the wide and deeply carpeted corridor the only sounds that
broke the silence were the swishing of skirts and the subtle yet distinct
sounds of nylon clad thighs rubbing against each other. They stopped before a
door which Mrs Manette opened and gestured him to enter.
The large and expensively decorated room was
dominated by a king size bed with a deep ivory satin quilt with matching
pillows propped up against a large satin tufted headboard. The room was airy
and opulent however William considered it quite feminine in its décor and
furnishings.
“Madam says I am to familiarise you the rest
of this floor” Mrs Manette informed him and nodded in the direction of the
maid. “Louise will run your bath and have it ready when we return.”
William followed her as she showed him the
other rooms including several other equally opulent bedrooms, a small library,
a small sittingroom and an office. As they returned Mrs Manette indicated to
the room next to his.
“This is Madam’s room and there is an
interconnecting door.” she said “I am sure she will wish to look in on you now
and then. Not that you need to be checked on, I’m sure.”
“Master William’s bath is ready Mrs Manette.”
Louise, the maid, said emerging from the bathroom.
More than a little unnerved he thanked her
and quickly entered the bathroom which smelled of lavender and chamomile and
immediately noticed the bath was almost overflowing with the scented foam
bubbles. He winced at the idea of immersing himself in such a feminine solution
but it was better than having to face Mrs Manette again. Undressing he hoped
that the bath would ease his mounting tension. After a few seconds he had to
admit that the warm scented water and bubbles did indeed relax him and as he
felt the stress leave his body, his eyelids felt heavy and before long they
closed and he drifted into a welcome sleep.
Opening his eyes he was unsure how long he
had been asleep but it must have been several minutes as the water had become
lukewarm he reached for a towel and still sleepy stepped from the bath to dry
himself.
“Where did I…”he said out loud as he looked
around the bathroom to locate his clothes and still a little drowsy he wrapped
the towel around him and opened the door to the bedroom.
“Ah, William.” Mrs Broadshank’s voice greeted
him “You looked so peaceful we did not wish to wake you.”
“My clothes.” he blurted and rearranging the
towel higher on his body as he noticed Mrs Manette and Louise behind her.
“Your clothes?” Mrs Broadshank repeated “They
looked a little shabby after your long journey, I told Mrs Manette to have them
delivered to the cleaners in town.”
“Oh thank you but there was no need.” he
replied, pulling the towel higher to cover his rounded, plump and less than
manly pectoral muscles. A new bodily feature which he was sure had to be a side
effect of the health supplements Martha and he had been taking for the last few
weeks.
“I will find something suitable in my
luggage.” he said advancing to the bed where his case nestled on the satin
quilt.
“I’m afraid you won’t.” Mrs Broadshank
sighed.
“Eh?” William spluttered.
“It appears that silly maid Margaret
deposited your case in Martha’s car.” she announced, pointing at the large
suitcase “This case is Martha’s.”
“But…what…”he blurted looking at the case and
continued incoherently “How … my clothes…”
“Oh do stop blabbering William.” Mrs
Broadshank said sternly and began walking towards the door she nodded to the
maid to follow her “I’m sure I will find something suitable for you.”
As the door closed William suddenly began to
feel slightly chilly.
“Oh you poor thing.”Mrs Manette said noticing
his discomfort.
She picked up a silk dressing gown from the
bed and draped it over him.
“But this is a woman’s dressing gown.” he
protested.
“It’s a peignoir actually my dear.” she
answered as she reached inside and removing the bath towel she buttoned the
feather trimmed bodice arranged the lower end around his body. “It’s Madam’s
but I’m sure under the circumstances she won’t mind you wearing it.”
She stood back and ran her eye over him and
adjusted the soft material at his shoulders until it hung to her satisfaction.
“Yes almost perfect.” she smiled once more. ”And
the colour really does suit your complexion.
“But it’s a lady’s…”he feebly objected
“Yes of course it is.” she replied and
laughed “Which is why it’s called a peignoir. I’m afraid there are no other men
in the house so we do not have a dressing gown for a male. And we can’t have you
standing there in just a towel getting cold, now can we? Miss Martha would
never forgive me.”
Even he could see the logic in this remark
but his face betrayed his discomfort at having to wear such a feminine garment.
“Ah…I see.” she said suddenly realising his
unease “as a man you are somewhat embarrassed at having to wear an item of
ladies clothing.”
He blushed at the accuracy of her assessment
and could only bring himself to nod his head to confirm her suspicions.
“Oh do not be the least bit embarrassed or
ashamed, Master William.” she comforted him “Many males wear styles and types
of clothing similar to that of females.”
“Eh…”he could only manage and looked
incredulous.
“Scotsmen wear kilts.” she said as she took
his hands in hers giving him an encouraging smile “Japanese men wear silk
kimonos, the Greek Presidential Guard wear a short pleated skirt. I could go on
but I think I have made my point.”
“But…I…”he struggled to find a suitable
retort but she was already leading him by the hand to the dressing table. In
the absence of any response she added,
“And very handsome they look too. Madam is
always remarking on how fashionable these cultures are and how they could teach
us something about our outmoded attitudes to male clothing and attitudes.”
His first reaction was to dismiss this as
ridiculous and the very idea of men wearing such garments was too outlandish to
contemplate.
Men
wearing pleated skirts! he harrumphed to himself.
However as she was being extremely considerate
and friendly, he thought a negative remark could be misconstrued and very easily and quickly
change her attitude towards him.
“There is no need to worry MasterWilliam, Madam
will find some appropriate clothing.” Mrs Manette said reassuringly as they
reached the dressing table “She has such excellent taste, now please sit like a
good boy we need to dry your hair or you really will catch a cold.”
He felt a little irked at such a patronising
phrase as ‘good boy’ but such was her amicable almost affectionate demeanour he
suppressed his irritation. As he began to sit she stopped him.
“You are probably not used to sitting in such
a long garment.” she said “You will need to run your hands over your buttocks
and smooth the material otherwise it
will get bunched and become uncomfortable.”
He looked at her blankly and she
demonstrated.
“I’m sure you’ve seen ladies doing this the
whole time.” she said.
He blushed but nonetheless followed her
instructions.
After he sat she gently rubbed his hair with
a towel he suddenly became aware of the soft sensuous material resting against
his genitals and suddenly to his horror his manhood slowly began to engorge. He
quickly placed his hands over the offending area.
“Your hair is quite long for a young man.”
she said as she began to brush his thick light brown hair. “No doubt Miss
Martha insisted on that, she always preferred longer hair on men. Quite the
bohemian is my Miss Martha.”
Of course she was right, during their several
months stay in Paris and Berlin living amongst the artists, beatniks and jazz
musicians Martha persuaded him to let his hair grow much longer than he would
have liked. He thought this far too louche but at the same time also considered
it was a price worth paying as she showed her appreciation in the best way
possible. As Mrs Manette continued to brush his hair he became more relaxed and
they chatted away for several minutes about Martha and their travels. It quickly
became quite obvious that Martha was being truthful, Mrs Manette was indeed
very close to her. It was only when she stopped that he noticed there was
something slightly different about his hair. The way it fell about his face,
making his features softer and more delicate than they were. The style was a
little too foppish for his taste but he did not wish to criticise as they were
getting along so well.
“Now stand up so I can see you face to face.”
she said clearly delighted with her efforts and he felt it would be churlish to
protest.
As he stood facing her she fussed at his
hair, adjusting a strand here, a wayward lock there and also began arranging
his peignoir to her satisfaction.
“Oh dear, Master William” she said in a muted
and slightly perturbed voice.
“What is it?” William asked concerned by the
look on her face.
“You appear to be…ahem…”she said, her eyes
drawing his attention to the large protuberance in the peignoir.
His cheeks immediately became the brightest
shade of crimson.
“I…ah…I…don’t…”he stammered incoherently “I’m
so sorry… i…”
“Hush now my dear boy.” she whispered as she
deftly opened a drawer and removed an article of silk “I was expecting
something like this.”
“I…ah…it’s…”he continued to blather on, his
muddled brain unable to come up with a decent explanation.
“This usually happens when the more sensitive
of the male sex comes into contact with items of feminine clothing.” she
explained ignoring his incomprehensible mutterings “Madam will return in a few
minutes and I fear it will not reflect well on you if she sees you in such a state
of arousal. There is only one way to rid you of this… ah… rather unfortunate
male reaction.”
His eyes strained to bursting point in their
sockets as Mrs Manette without warning adroitly enclosed his erect organ in the
silk. As she skilfully applied moderate pressure and the minimum number of
strokes his whole body began to jerk, he commenced to whimper before almost
instantaneously climaxing.
The entire episode took less than twenty
seconds and perhaps another forty for his member to fall flaccid.
“There!” Mrs Manette said watching his organ
shrivel under her gaze “Disappearing like snow in April.”
Shame engulfed him and his eyes remained
downcast.
“It’s not your fault I suppose.” she said as
she opened a drawer “Males require help to control their more coarse and animal
like urges.”
He wished the ground would open up and
swallow him.
“I don’t think we can allow this to
happen with Madam in attendance.” she sighed as she raised his chin with her
finger and looked at him directly in the eyes. “Now can we?”
Words would not come and he shamefully he
nodded his agreement.
“Good I’m glad you think so.” she said.
“If I was…”he hesitated still in the throes
of burning embarrassment “… ah… wearing my underwear it would…”
“Yes I agree.” Mrs Manette said “But
unfortunately the underwear you arrived in is in the washroom and as we now
know your luggage is with Miss Martha.”
“I… emm…”he struggled to respond.
“The only solution I can think of would be to
wear this.” She said producing a garment that he immediately recoiled at.
“But… those…ah… they’re…”he stammered
“Yes ladies undergarments.” she said holding
up an ivory satin laced edged garment “French knickers or as our American
cousins call them – Tap Pants. They are the closest thing to male boxer
shorts.”
“But…they…”he continued to babble.
“Yes I know it is not ideal but if you have a
better idea…?” she interrupted him.
He looked aghast at the feminine item
desperately trying to find a suitable response.
“I…ah…”was all he could utter.
“We really don’t have much time.” she said
looking at the clock on the wall and proffering the soft material.”Of course if
you feel you can control your urges?”
Blushing furiously he took the panties from
her and turning his back bent and with the peignoir covering his modesty he
stepped into them and pulled them up to cover his genitals.
“Now let me see if they are suitable.” she
said and without asking opened the peignoir to view the result, “Yes almost a
perfect fit, apart of course for that unfortunate small but noticeable bulge.”
He looked down to see satin material covering
the entire area from his belly button to beyond the top of his thigh where the
lace hem softly caressed his skin. Mrs Manette inspected the garment and fixed
it to her satisfaction, feeling her hand through the satin material triggered
yet another stirring between his legs.
“Oh dear, I fear this really is
going to be a problem.” she lamented once more as she too noticed the movement.
“Unlike most males it appears you like the feeling of soft feminine fabrics
against your skin. Madam usually welcomes such rare sensibilities in males
however I should warn you that if she notices such a… display of male crassness
she will be most displeased especially after Miss Martha has told her how
respectful and well behaved you are. Such a demonstration of male lewdness will
not reflect well on her. ”
William began to panic, his unexpected and
most unwelcome arousal was now threatening his nascent relationship with his
future mother in law and by extension his fiancée. He had a knot in his stomach
and felt a little light-headed.
“Well you seem to have the..…”Mrs Manette
paused and looking at his groin searched for a suitable word, finally said with
mild disgust“…the thing under some sort of control.”
“Eh… em …yes… I’m so sorry Mrs Manette.” he pleaded
“I just don’t understand…”
“I hear Madam outside speaking to Louise.” she
interrupted him and quickly added in an urgent tone “Do you think you can keep
it under control? Any repetition of that ghastly display will have dire
consequences.”
Understanding the repercussions of an
involuntary erection a feeling of dread and consternation engulfed him.
“I don’t… I’m not sure…I…”he stuttered as he
heard the door opening.
“I think I have a solution.”Mrs Manette said
“But you must not argue.”
“I think I have found a suitable outfit for
Master William, Mrs Manette.” Mrs Broadshank’s voice rang out from the doorway
as she instructed Louise to lay the clothes on the bed. Mrs Manette nodded to him
to approach his future mother in law. She looked at William and he felt she was
almost reaching into his mind.
“You have been a good boy for Mrs Manette,
William?” she asked her eyes burrowing into his.
“Oh yes Mummy.” he answered quickly and such
as his state of anxiety he did not even realise he had used the form of address
now required of him.
She beamed with delight at how natural and
unforced it sounded.
“I eventually found a pair of pants that should
fit you.” she said holding up a black garment “ Yes I know black may not suit
your complexion and they are perhaps a size or two too small but the only other
suitable pair were in pink and as virile young man I doubt if you would wear
that particular colour.”
William looked in horror at the voluminous
item and found it difficult to believe it was a pair of pants she was holding.
It looked more like a skirt.
“Yes I know what you’re thinking my dear.”
she said breezily, apparently not noticing the shock that had registered on his
face, she parted the legs to show him. “The legs are wide but that’s the
fashion these days. Now, underwear may be a problem.”
“I have furnished Master William with an item
Madam.” Mrs Manette interjected “But I’m unsure if it will be suitable.”
“Let me see William.” Mrs Broadshank
instructed.
He hesitated, it was humiliating enough
standing in front of these women wearing a peignoir but to reveal the lace
edged feminine satin underwear covering his genitals was asking too much. However
his concerns did not bother his future mother in law and now aware of his
reluctance to show her she stepped forward and opened the peignoir.
“An excellent choice under the circumstances,
Mrs Manette.” she said inspecting the ghastly garment with her fingers “That
particular style is one of my favourites. I hope you don’t mind wearing my
lingerie William?”
“I… it’s… I mean…”the words tripped
incoherently from his mouth, blushing furiously as he noticed the smirk on
Louise’s face.
“They are most comfortable.” she continued
ignoring his extreme unease “I’m so glad you have not made a huge fuss over
wearing such an item. After all these are such unusual circumstance and we must
make do with what we have, isn’t that so?”
“Yes Mrs… “ he blurted and seeing her
dissatisfaction quickly corrected himself
“Yes Mummy.”
As she adjusted the lace over his thigh her
fingers somehow managed to brush against his member and he thought he could
feel the barest hint of movement between his legs. If there was the faintest
indication of arousal his reputation with her would be ruined. Help was
urgently needed. His eyes shot to Mrs Manette, wordlessly the message was
conveyed.
“Yes Madam,” Mrs Manette replied “They are
most becoming and Master William understands the predicament you have in sourcing
appropriate attire. However I suspect he feels that this particular item does
not afford him the…ahem… support required in the lower regions.”
“Mmm I think I see what you mean.” Mrs
Broadshank said studying his groin for longer than William felt comfortable
with, “What do you suggest?”
“A firm foundation garment Madam.”Mrs Manette
suggested as William looked on with a confused look on his face.
“Ah… I see what you mean.” Mrs Broadshank
said knowingly “One of my sturdier girdles would certainly give the required
support and would definitely ensure he fitted into his new pants.”
“Girdle!” he repeated, unsure he heard
properly but before he could ask for further clarification Mrs Manette had
produced a long rigid article.
“Yes my dear.”Mrs Broadshank said “You said
you needed support down… there. A girdle will provide that.”
He could not believe she expected him to ear
such a monstrous garment. Refusing outright would only aggravate the situation
he decided to appeal to her better nature and try and plead his way out of his
dreadful predicament.
“But Mummy,” he began, attempting to gain her
favour “a girdle… well it’s … it’s such a feminine…”
“Of course it is darling.” she said sweetly
“But it’s the only alternative. We can’t have you wearing nothing underneath my
new palazzo pants, now can we. It would be most unseemly not to mention
unhygienic.”
“Please… please, Mummy. “he beseeched looking
at the peculiarly feminine garment that Mrs Manette was holding.
“Now William, “Mrs Broadshank said firmly but
patiently “We were getting along so well, I do hope you are not going to be
obdurate with me at this point.”
He remained silent, eyes still fixed on the
ghastly girdle as Mrs Manette stepped forward and proffered the garment.
“Now take your girdle and go behind
the dressing screen and put in on like a good boy.” she instructed.
His mind went blank, he could think of
nothing to say, his hands trembled as he took the girdle from Mrs Manette and
walked slowly towards the dressing screen.
“I have a number of things to attend to
downstairs and will return as soon as I can so please don’t dawdle William.”
her voice drifted over the screen “If you need assistance Mrs Manette will
remain here.”
He heard the soft thud of the door closing
and a moment or two later Mrs Manette’s knocked on the screen before appearing,
an expression of mild concern on her face.
“Yes it is a formidable garment Master
William.” she said taking it from him “But I would strongly suggest you put it
on immediately as Madam will be extremely annoyed if you are not dressed on her
return. And I really don’t think you want to witness that. Here let me help
you. Remove your peignoir.”
“But…I…”he began to protest but ignoring him
she had already began unbuttoning it.
“And your panties.” she said “Or would you
like me to remove them also?”
He was just about to object but she had
already pulled them down to his knees, his hands dropped to cover his genitals.
“Oh please! Master
William.” she laughed lightly and looked down at his hands “Don’t you think we
have already crossed that particular Rubicon?”
She picked up the
heavy satin girdle, examined it and paused before continuing,
“Such a beautifully constructed
foundation garment.” she said quietly almost as if she was thinking out loud,
stroking the soft material with her long elegant fingers “It’s one of Madam’s
favourites, look here Master William, there is extra boning which makes it more
rigid of course but also more supportive. And the satin, just feel it, it’s so
soft, sensuous to the touch.”
She held it out for
him and seeing his reluctance she took his hand in hers and ran it over the
satin. The touch of the fabric sent a shiver down his spine and his heart
quickened. His reaction did not go unnoticed.
“Yes it is quite
sensual.” she said and noticing he seemed dazed and a little confused she gently
removed his hand “Putting it on can prove a little difficult even for a lady
used to such garments. Usually a maid would assist you but I don’t think you
want that, now do you …Master William?”
Horrified at the
sight of the girdle but mesmerised by the satin he was having difficulty
concentrating.
“Er…ah…no” he
mumbled, somewhere inside his head still trying to think of a way out of having
to don such humiliating female underwear. But no solution was forthcoming.
“No I didn’t think
you would.” she said “I often act as maid to Madam when she dresses. Would you
like me to do the same for you?”
“Ah… I … em….yes.” he
finally blurted having quickly decided it would be even more mortifying to have
that smirking Louise present to witness this humiliation.
“Now step into it.” she
said handing him the heavy girdle and watched as he slowly and hesitantly placed
one leg then the other into the garment.
“Yes that’s good” she
encouraged him when he had stepped into it and it was resting around his ankles
“Now pull it up.” she instructed continuing to gaze intently as he tugged the
girdle up his legs and gently gyrating his hips until the top of it was just
under his chest.
“Perfect!” she
reassured him “Now for the difficult bit. As you can see this style of girdle
has hooks and eyes up the side that draws the garment together before the
zipper is pulled up encasing the wearer. As I attach the eyes to the hooks you
will feel the girdle pull you in tight and as this is your first time you may
feel a little uncomfortable, perhaps a little compressed but don’t worry that’s only normal. Every woman feels this when
wearing a girdle. But first we need to tuck your little …ahem…appendage away
between your legs so we won’t have a repeat of that earlier dreadful episode.”
Every
woman feels like this when wearing a girdle.
Her words seeped into
his brain and as she worked her way up his torso tugging at the girdle and
fastening eyes to hooks he thought he could feel a fragility of sorts, a debilitating
weakness, enter his body.
“There!” she
exclaimed eventually “It just remains to pull up the zipper and you will be
safe and secure.”
She pulled the zipper
up slowly and as she did so he could feel his torso constricting inch by inch
and catching a glimpse in a mirror he thought as his waist was being reduced
his backside seemed to become slightly larger.
“Ooh.” he whimpered
as she tugged the zipper to a halt.
“Oh don’t be such a
little girl.” she laughed lightly, gently admonishing him. “I thought men were
more resilient than us weak women.”
“But it’s so tight.”
he complained.
“Now you know what we
women go through every day.” she brushed aside his feeble whining with another
laugh “It’s an extremely well made girdle it’s supposed to be tight.”
She stood back and
surveying her handiwork she looked pensive.
“Mmm.”she mumbled “I
hadn’t considered hosiery.”
“Hosiery?” he
repeated.
“Yes, stockings.” she
said as if explaining to a five year old and taking his hand she led him back
to the bed.
He stood beside it
wriggling and shifting from side to side making little whimpering noises as the
girdle made its restricting and uncomfortable presence felt.
“Oh do stop
complaining like a spoilt schoolgirl.” Mrs Manette said brusquely, her patience
clearly wearing thin, her face lost its geniality as she tersely ordered “ Sit.”
William wanted to
protest at her lack of understanding for his predicament but her tone was such
that he was immediately dissuaded from pursuing this course. The last thing he
needed was to make an enemy of Martha’s friend and confidante.
He remained silent
and sullen as he gingerly lowered himself onto the deep satin quilt, the boning
on the girdle squeezing his stomach tightly.
“Yes a nice pair of
dark stockings will go nicely with your pants.” she said returning to the bed
with a pair of sheer black nylon.
“But I thought you
meant men’s stockings.” William said horrified at the sight of the gauzy
hosiery.
“Don’t be so
ridiculous you silly girl.” she blurted but her tone was less severe and
William decided this was not the time to rebuke her for referring to him as a
‘girl’. “Men’s stockings would never reach the girdle’s garters and would ruin
the whole look. Oh my dear young man, you have a lot to learn. Now hold out
your right leg.”
Before he knew it she
had rolled the stocking up his right leg and then proceeded to repeat the
process on his left leg.
“Stand.” she
instructed in a voice that did not request but demanded compliance.
“Now watch closely.
As you will need to be able to do this for yourself if I’m unavailable.” she
said.
Her fingers nimbly slid
the stocking top between one the garter’s metal clips and secured it. He looked
on in horror scarcely believing what was happening but unable to summon the
courage to tell her to stop. She quickly moved on to the next one repeating the
procedure and after she had attached the remaining one at the back of his leg
she brought her face close to his.
“Now you try.” she
instructed and watched him as his fingers initially fumbled but finally managed
to replicate the process.
“Very impressive, not
the quickest but certainly not the slowest I’ve seen.” she said and nodded to
him to continue after struggling with the garter at the rear she relented and
assisted him to secure it. “Yes not bad for a first attempt.”
She turned him around
to inspect his handiwork.
“Girls usually look
in the mirror to check if their seams are straight.” she lauded his effort “And
yours are perfect, a girl could not have done it better. Madam will be so
proud.”
She took a step back
to view the image before her and sighed before adding,
“You have the
shapeliest legs I have seen in quite some time, such a pity you will be wearing
trousers.”
He felt a rush of
anger but it was quite obvious from her demeanour and her tone that it was
meant as a genuine compliment. Annoyed as he was he felt a rebuke would surely
antagonise her and swallowed his anger. He managed a weak smile in response.
“However I think we really
will have do something about your breasts.”she said pensively gesturing with
her fingers at the small but distinct protuberances jutting from his chest.
“This only …I
mean…it’s…”he struggled to explain the small yet undeniable pert bumps and
immediately raised his hands to cover them “Martha thinks they are a reaction
from the vitamin supplements. I’ll be seeing a doctor soon.”
Mrs Manette nodded sagely
and smiled sympathetically however this did nothing to ease his resentment at
the blatantly absurd notion the, admittedly, fatty tissue that formed around
his pectorals could be described as breasts.
“They are not breasts.” he protested, his voice vibrating with
emotion.
“Oh I’m so sorry.” she
apologised seeing his distress “I did not mean to offend perhaps I should have
said your bosom.”
Exasperated he could
not find the words to convey his anger at her continued use of a female term
for his medical condition however Mrs Manette, if she noticed his outrage, was
not in the least perturbed and continued with her assessment of the situation.
“Unfortunately your
nipples and areolas will more than likely show through the blouse Madam has
chosen for you.” she said examining the ivory satin blouse on the bed.
Nipples,
areolas, blouse. he repeated, his irritation surfacing once
more, he was on the cusp of exploding when Mrs Broadshank entered the room.
“Oh my!” she
exclaimed, clasping her hands to her bosom and clearly overcome with emotion as
she took in the sight of her future son in law in her girdle and silk
stockings.
William completely
taken aback by her presence and reaction grabbed the peignoir to cover his
embarrassment. She rushed to his side and embraced him.
“William, my darling
boy.” she gushed “Please don’t be embarrassed, you have nothing to be ashamed
of.”
“I was a bit
concerned Madam.”Mrs Manette addressed her mistress “That Master William’s
prominent nipples may be seen through the material of his blouse. It would be
most embarrassing situation for a young gentleman.”
“Let me see.”Mrs
Broadshanks said and seeing William’s reluctance her voice took on a more
forceful tone “William put down your peignoir so I can see if Mrs Manette’s
concerns are valid.”
Wearing a lady’s
girdle and stockings, the vulnerability of exposing an embarrassing medical
condition to his future mother in law and her sudden annoyance at him combined
to dissolve his resistance to her command. He let the peignoir slip to the
ground and bare his uncomfortable secret.
“Ah I see what you
mean Mrs Manette.” Mrs Broadshanks said inspecting the small yet
distinguishable rounded shapes identical to female breasts. “They will indeed
show through his blouse.”
“If I could suggest
one of your camisoles, Madam.” Mrs Manette proposed “I think the silk ivory one
would be most suitable.”
“Camisole!” William
blurted, trying to hide his distaste as he finally managed to find his voice.
Mrs Broadshanks was
clearly unimpressed with his tone.
“William.” Mrs Broadshanks
snapped before recovering her composure “How utterly ungracious. Mrs Manette
and I are trying to help you, I do wish you would be more grateful. Would you
prefer if we allowed you to embarrass yourself by having your breasts displayed
for one and all to see? Imagine the impact on the servants. It would be most
unbecoming for my future son in law to parade around the house déshabillé.”
William was taken
aback by her change of mood and lack of understanding of the outlandish
position he had found himself in.
“Master William may
be a trifle disorientated, Madam.” Mrs Manette interjected attempting to
placate her mistress as she also made eye contact with William, silently
transmitting a message to remain calm. “He seems a perfectly reasonable young
man, it may be that he is just a little overcome with his present
circumstances.”
“Perhaps.” Mrs
Broaddshanks said quietly and took hold of William’s hands in hers “Now,
William, Mummy only wants what is best for you. You do understand, don’t you?”
With his embarrassing
chest exposed and wearing a girdle and stockings he felt completely vulnerable
and at this point just wanted to cover himself with anything to end this
dreadful experience. He also instinctively knew it would not take much to upset
her once more thus jeopardising their future relationship.
“For Martha’s sake,
eh?” she smiled in a conciliatory tone.
He nodded his
approval, her smile broadened and she embraced him tightly and as she held him
he suddenly could feel a familiar, if unwelcome, stirring between his legs.
However the formidable girdle would not allow his member to become erect and it
was held safely, if uncomfortably within its sturdy confines. His eyes caught
Mrs Manette and he knew she was aware of what was happening in his nether
regions. The flush in his cheeks confirmed her suspicions.
Mrs Manette smiled as
she produced the ivory silk camisole and as her mistress released him from her
arms and turned to fetch something from the bed he was horrified to see that
his nipples were beginning to protrude.
“My, such a feminine
reaction.”Mrs Manette whispered in his ear as she slipped the soft material
over his head “But don’t worry this style has built in cups so your arousal
will not show through.”
She arranged the
camisole so his breasts slid easily into the cups.
“More supportive I
think you will find.” she smiled as she continued “Most girls no matter how
small their breasts find they need support.”
So shocked and
confused by his body’s reaction to Mrs Broadshanks embrace and the caress of
the silk on his sensitive nipples he was rendered speechless, his thought
processes seemed to be engulfed by fog. In his confusion he could only nod, she
led him to the bed where Mrs Broadshanks held out the voluminous satin
trousers. Mrs Broadshanks spoke to Mrs Manette over his head.
“I was a bit worried
about him fitting into them.” Mrs Broadshanks mused as she surveyed the garment
before turning her attention once more to William “However I suspect that his magnificent
girdle will take care of that particular issue.”
“Yes Madam, that
particular style has never failed you.” Mrs Manette responded before addressing
the increasingly bewildered young man. “Would you like me to assist you Master
William?”
“Oh I really doubt if
he needs your help Mrs Manette.” Mrs Broadshanks said “A big strong young man
like Master William is more than capable of putting on a pair of trousers.”
His brain had become
so befuddled he could not even answer her and wordlessly he reached out and
took the heavy satin trousers from her. He swallowed hard as he stepped into
them and felt a strange sensation as the smooth material brushed lightly
against his silk stockings.
As he pulled them up
around his hips Mrs Manette positioned herself behind him.
“Ladies pants… “she began
and paused before continuing “Ah… these
pants have the button and zipper in the back, so being unused to this style perhaps
you do need a little help.”
He could feel the
pants tightening around his waist as the zipper reached the top.
“And now just the
four buttons to finish.” she said as she tugged at the waistband to complete
the task.
Both women stood back to examine their work.
“A little long
perhaps.” Mrs Broadshanks observed “By two maybe three inches.”
“I believe these
court shoes should rectify that Madam.” Mrs Manette said and dropped to her
knees and without asking lifted each foot and slipped the three inch shoes onto
his silk stockinged feet.
“Oh yes.” Mrs
Broadshanks exclaimed “Exactly what was required.”
“And your Dior blouse
will complete the ensemble wonderfully, Madam.” Mrs Manette said as she held up
the ivory satin garment. “And it buttons at the back which is en vogue at the
moment. Master William will be quite the fashion plate.”
William’s brain was
having great difficulty in comprehending what was happening and much as he
tried to summon the will to object he was, on some level, aware that events had
gone much too far for that. He could only stand motionless and speechless as
the women busied themselves slipping his arms into the soft fabric. As Mrs
Manette began fastening the six buttons on either cuff Mrs Broadshanks
positioned herself behind him and commenced buttoning the blouse from the back.
“Yes fits you like it
was made for you William.” Mrs Broadshanks said as she completed her task and
moved to the front “Now let me tie your pussy bow.”
Pussy
bow, Dior
the words seeped into his brain.
He tried once more to
protest but again the words would not come. It was as if he was paralyzed, a
waking nightmare he could not rouse himself from.
“Master William does
look a bit pale Madam.” Mrs Manette voiced her concern.
“Probably all the
excitement.” Mrs Broadshanks replied as she walked to the dressing table and
returning a few seconds later began dabbing his face with a small sponge like
object.
“A great improvement
Madam.” Mrs Manette said reviewing her mistress’s work.
“Yes much better.”
Mrs Broadshanks confirmed “But the poor boy’s lips are a little dry.”
In his dazed
condition William became vaguely aware of something moist and creamy moving
over his lips.
“Yes Madam, a great
improvement.” Mrs Manette said as she manoeuvred him in front of the mirror.
“Yes he does look
more presentable.” Mrs Broadshanks agree as she evaluated her efforts. “What do
you think William?”
Gazing at the mirror
William searched for his own reflection but only saw three feminine figures
staring back at him. He raised his hand to confirm his presence and saw the
youngest of these images do the same.
He winced visibly at
his appearance which did not go unnoticed.
“He’s probably unused
to his new girdle.” Mrs Broadshanks said as both women nodded empathetically. “Yes
it will take a little getting used to but don’t worry you will soon become
accustomed to it.”
“Yes Madam.” Mrs
Manette agreed “And I’m sure just like us, will probably feel naked without
it.”
Both women laughed
lightly as William continued to try and recognise the reflection staring back
at him.
There was a knock on
the door and Louise the maid entered.
“Your guests
Madam…”she said but was interrupted by her mistress.
“Oh yes of course.”
she said and turned to William “Oh do stop admiring yourself William. You are
pretty of course but vanity is so unbecoming in a young lady... or a young man
for that matter.”
He looked blankly at
her.
“Martha tells me you
are an accomplished bridge player.” she said as she slid her arm into his.
“Er…ah…”he spluttered
unable to take his eyes away from the mirror.
“Oh you are far too
modest.” she said as she moved him away from the mirror and towards the door.
“The ladies are so looking forward to meeting you.”
“Master William will
make a splendid addition to your bridge party Madam.” Mrs Manette said as she
opened the door “I’m sure he will fit in nicely.”
“Of course he will.”
Mrs Manette “And don’t be afraid of the ladies William.”
A look of
consternation and alarm came replaced the one of confusion.
“Ah…I…but…”he
babbled.
“Don’t you worry my
darling.” she said softly as they walked towards the stairs. “You’re Mummy’s
boy now.”
