The Great Lie
By
Skinnie Stallion
<<Thwack!>> Madam Dark slapped her crop into the palm of her leather gloved hand. He felt lost and alone, very alone. He knew she was doing it to intimidate him. "Besides some nice lingerie, I do feel some red stripes would suit you, but Lady Jones won’t allow it. Stupid woman!” <<Thwack!>> Unfortunately Madam Dark’s technique was working.
"It's Fullerton-Jones," said Andy, trying to defend his Aunt. "Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones."
"Whatever." <<Thwack!>> "She's still a stupid woman."
"She's not," protested Andy. "She's clever. Very clever."
"Clever enough to leave you here with me, eh?" <<Thwack!>> "If you don't quit whining, you will get a spanking." <<Thwack!>> Andy gulped. It was at times like these that he really missed William.
Where was William when he needed him? Someone to hold him. Someone to soothe him. Someone to make him feel safe and warm. Someone to cuddle him. Why hadn’t William come with him? He wanted someone to cuddle.
It was nice when he cuddled Auntie. Of course it was. But with Auntie it was different. In the months since he’d finished college and moved in with her, everything had been different. It may have started as a way of moving out of the family home while avoiding paying stupidly high rents for an apartment in town. It may have started as a way of keeping his Aunt company when she was living alone in such a big house. It may have started as a ‘temporary job’ while trying to find the right opportunity. It may have started long ago as some little games with make-up, but they’d been playing those ever since he’d first asked when he was young. Now it was different. It was different now he dressed as a girl for her. It was different now he was her maid. It was different when she kissed him like one of her girlfriends. It was different the nights she tethered him to the end of her bed like Scheherezade when one of her friends came to stay. It was different the nights when it was just them together and he shared her bed. But on the nights when she felt tired and he was alone, he still had William.
William was a real comforter. He’d known William for years. He’d been with William through thick and thin. He’d had William with him when he was at college. He’d slept with William. Why didn’t he have William with him when he needed him? Why wasn't he here with him at Knightley Manor.
Staying at Knightley Manor while Jane was on a long business trip had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Jane knew three weeks on his own was not going to be good for him. Three weeks when he might mope and get depressed. Three weeks when he might start backsliding and going back to his old ways: Jane did not want that. Nor, in truth, did he. Three weeks at Knightley Manor would be good for him, she'd said. From the way she spoke, he thought he'd be staying at some sort of health spa. She'd helped him pack. In fact, she'd done all his packing, while he was sorting out her things for the business trip. It was only on the journey to Knightley Manor that she told him he’d be at The Sisterhood's training school in the UK. It was only when he was unpacking at Knightley Manor that he found his case just contained his wash bag, his make-up, his jewellery (earrings, bracelets and collars), some pairs of his high-heels, his Hummingbird, and a couple of his maid's dresses. And then he was put into the 'care' of Madam Dark.
"So what have you got to show us, Madam Ventham?" Madam Dark asked the Manor's Wardrobe Mistress who’d been waiting patiently while Madam Dark berated him.
"Given what you've said Madam Dark, I thought we'd start with two options." She checked the screen on her phone then pulled back a curtain to reveal an attractive dark haired model. Andy brightened. She looked nice and he liked what she was wearing. "This is the new 'Keira' range," said the Wardrobe Mistress, "perfect boudoir wear. Black and exotic but suitable for an English rose like your boy. The basque is in PVC with steel stays for the sculpted figure look. Detachable suspenders. Smooth stockings for day and evening wear, though we have cheaper fishnets for the bedroom given how easily the sheer can get snagged and laddered." Andy feigned looking more closely at the lingerie, while taking the opportunity to stare at the model. She only slightly taller than him in black 6" heeled ankle boots, a black basque with full cup and suspenders, tight panties, and lustrous long legs in shimmering black stockings. Delicious. He wished he had a girlfriend that looked like her.
"Yes, the basque is perfect." said Madam Dark. "Fishnets though, not the smooth."
"Are you sure? I think he'd look better in the smooth. His legs are so lovely and shapely. And some nice suspenders would help lengthen them, especially if he moved to some taller heels. What does his Mistress have him wear?"
"Latex mostly, though often with bare legs," replied Madam Dark. 'Mistress?' mused Andy to himself. 'Mistress?' He lived with his Auntie, not his Mistress. "No, it’s fishnets for him,” continued Madam Dark “He’s such a naughty boy. Would you believe he brought a Hummingbird with him? A Hummingbird to Knightley Manor! A Hummingbird so he could pleasure himself. Or worse, so that woman could pleasure him remotely."
"Oh dear! That would never do."
"But I ...." Andy tried to interject.
"Quiet boy! Mistresses are speaking. Don't worry, Madam Ventham. I've taken his phone off him so he can't sync or control it. We can't have him pleasuring himself while he's here, can we? And we definitely can’t have that woman pleasuring him. How will he ever learn control? Now he just wears his Hummingbird so he can remember what he's missing."
"How sensible, Madam Dark. New boys have so much to learn. And does he get relieved at all?"
"Madame Sheila is his Bedroom Mistress" stated Madam Dark.
"Oh that’s excellent! Madame Sheila will be perfect for him," simpered the Wardrobe Mistress. "Do you like Madame Sheila, honey?" enquired the Wardrobe Mistress.
"Er, yes," mumbled Andy, unable to make eye contact with Madam Ventham, and desperate to avoid looking at the model.
"She has such a delicate and experienced way with young sissies," continued the Wardrobe Mistress. "Especially new boys. Such clever fingers." The model giggled. Andy started to blush: Madam Dark and Madam Ventham might know the 'ways' that Madame Sheila liked to probe, but it seemed the young girl did too. "Sissies are so much more placid after a night with Madame Sheila."
"Yes. After his initial reluctance he's proved quite a needy boy," replied Madam Dark. "And very productive. It makes you wonder what Lady Jones was up to." Andy blushed harder. He couldn't confirm or deny without revealing the intimate details of his relationship with his Aunt.
"It must be nice having Madame Sheila helping you," the Wardrobe Mistress smiled at him. "So much better when someone does it for you." The girl sniggered again.
"He's always eager for bedtime now," said Madam Dark. Andy blushed. He couldn’t believe what they were saying about him on front of the model. "Perhaps it's just to get away from me, but I think it's so he can be with Madame Sheila. Quite a willing young man.”
“What a little minx!” exclaimed Madam Ventham. “He looks so innocent.”
“Not anymore. He’s very compliant now. So let's get him in some fishnets, Madam Ventham: good and tarty.” Andy recoiled at Madam Dark’s words. He wasn’t a tart. He might have succumbed to Madame Sheila’s ‘charms’, but he loved his Auntie. His Auntie and William.
"OK. Fishnets it is.”
“Madam Sheila will like that. And we can show Lady Jones what suits him best."
“So let's see." The Wardrobe Mistress eyed him up. "32AA for the cup size by the looks of him. Unless you want him padded, Madam Dark?"
"No. He's a boy for now. He may get some tits in time. Till then, he's a boy."
'Till then?' mused Andy. What on earth did that mean? 'Tits in time'? There was no way he was getting tits, even though Jane did sometimes pad his training bras when he wore certain dresses.
"An exceedingly feminine boy, though, Madam Dark," attested Madam Ventham. “He's already very pretty I assume he’s had no work done so far?”
“None yet,” replied Madam Dark.
‘Yet?’ mused an even more confused Andy. ‘Yet!’ He wasn’t having any. He was staying like he was now.
“Some breasts, even little ones, would complement his look so much and help fill out the basque." continued the Wardrobe Mistress.
"He's pretty, I grant you, but he's a boy and will remain as such until he's ready. He just needs proper training. Even flat chested, he’ll still look good in the basque, if we tight lace him enough. My maids will enjoy lacing him, particularly Erica."
"Yes, he’d look good with some waist training,” observed Madam Ventham. “He’ll need panties, I assume?”
“Yes,” confirmed Madam Dark.
“Raise your skirt then, darling, I need to get your measurements if you're going to get your own set,” instructed the Wardrobe Mistress. “I'm sure your Mistress will like you in some nice panties."
"Must I?" pleaded Andy. It was bad enough being with Madam Dark all day. But the Wardrobe Mistress reminded him of his Aunt, and now she had brought in the lingerie model it was all becoming too much. The thought of getting a body sculpting PVC basque of his own was exciting him too. He was already dreaming of wearing it for his Aunt. He could feel only too well how he was responding.
"Raise them boy!" commanded Madam Dark.
"Please, no!" implored Andy. Baring himself in front of ladies and Mistresses of Knightley Manor was one thing, but displaying himself before this pretty girl was another. She looked like the kind of girlfriend he used to dream about. The type he admired from afar but never quite plucked up the courage to speak to.
"Now, boy, or you'll feel my crop! I don't care what your Aunt said about not marking you. There'll be red stripes across your bottom before bedtime if you don't comply."
"Very well," said Andy raising the pelmet of his skirt with both hands, and a lot of trepidation.
"Oh my, isn't that sweet," said the Wardrobe Mistress. Andy heard the shutter on her phone click followed by the giggles of the model. "I’m sure his Mistress will enjoy seeing this. You must let me have her phone number, Madam Dark. Perhaps Madame Sheila needs to give him some morning treatment too. Have you thought about having him caged, Madam Dark? It would stop these embarrassing moments. Shrinkage would also provide smoother lines when he's lost muscle tone."
"I'm afraid not. Lady Fullerton-Jones was quite adamant about that: no cockcage. What an idiot! Not a clue about how to train a sissy." Andy blenched, annoyed at hearing his Aunt denigrated in such a way. "She wants him to have free choice. Able to do what he wants. Silly woman."
"A novel approach," replied the Wardrobe Mistress.
"So stupid!" affirmed Madam Dark.
"Turn around, honey," commanded the Wardrobe Mistress. Andy did a slow pirouette. "No tattoos? No piercings?"
"No," said Madam Dark.
"Not even a tramp stamp? How old is he?"
"Twenty-two. Finished college last year. Has been living with Lady Jones since he left."
"And she's not had him marked or branded as hers?" enquired the puzzled Wardrobe Mistress.
"No."
"Confident woman," said the Wardrobe Mistress.
"No, like I said, just stupid" " retorted Madam Dark. Andy scowled and felt a sharp tap against his buttocks: Madam Dark had hit him with her crop. "I've warned you young man," she said threateningly.
"He'll need to have a 'Large' in the panties then. No, on second thoughts let's try a 'Small' with some concertina folds for those exciting times. At least he'll be able to respond when he gets a boyfriend."
'A boyfriend?' mused Andy. 'A boyfriend? Really? A boyfriend?!' And what exactly would he be responding to?
"As if that's likely at the moment," said Madam Dark. "I think Lady Jones just wants him for herself. Selfish cow!"
The Wardrobe Mistress turned to the still sniggering lingerie model who'd heard it all. "Thank you, David, that will be all. You can get changed and repack the display stock."
Andy let out a gasp. The voice in Andy's head was screaming: 'David! David? David'. That model was a boy! How could that be? And then his mind flipped back to a moment earlier. 'A boyfriend? A boyfriend? Well maybe.' If Madam Ventham sent Jane that photo, however would he be able to explain to his Aunt that he'd got excited about a boy, albeit a boy dressed in feminine lingerie? Oh where was William when he needed him?
"Next we have the ‘Sexy Secret’ range modelled by…" the Wardrobe Mistress pulled back the next screen, "Petra." A tall, exquisitely tanned blonde girl with the looks of a Victoria's Secret model emerged from behind the curtain. She was even prettier than David. She was wearing pearl white lacey satin lingerie. Her delicate underwired bra supported two firm breasts. Its thin shoulder straps were taut. The thin white panties were more a thong given how little coverage they provided. A butterfly waspie suspender belt was attached to lace topped sheer white shiny stockings. Her seemingly endless legs ran down to a pair of glistening red So Kate 120s. The blonde met Andy's gaze and smiled. Embarrassed, Andy looked down, unable to maintain eye contact. She was so beautiful. He could feel himself responding again. It had been bad enough with David.
While hanging his head, he glanced across at Petra's crotch. The lines of the thong were totally smooth across her mons pubis. Petra wasn't tucked like Auntie sometimes did with him when she didn't want him embarrassing herself when wearing one of the pairs of PVC pants she'd bought for him. Or the pair of extremely tight stretch denim jeans that she very occasionally allowed him out in if he was presenting as her nephew. In fact Petra was showing the merest hint of a camel toe. He hoped he wouldn't be made to raise his skirt again. At least this time he was getting aroused by a girl. He was still confused that David had been a boy, but this was different: Petra was all girl.
"In this boudoir, we have ...," the Wardrobe Mistress checked her notes, " ....... Petra, formerly Peter." Andy gazed open mouthed, unable to believe what he was hearing. This beautiful girl had been a boy? Seriously? A boy with the looks of a Candice Swanepoel? "Unwilling, but taken with full permission of his Stepmother. Petra, formerly Peter, has undergone our full Lingerie only, centrefold programme, gender reassignment."
Andy gasped. How could they have done this to Peter? Especially if he was 'unwilling'. But he was gorgeous. Andy corrected himself: she was gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous. Petra was as pretty as any girl he knew. Girls he’d looked up to. Girls he’d wanted to look like. Except Petra was even prettier. Could he ever look as good as Petra?
Madam Dark heard his intake of breath and said, "I am sorry Child, but I heard your charming Aunt and Madam Knightley talking; when you become of age, you will become a girl. A girl just like Petra."
Andy couldn’t believe his ears. He’d always wanted to look pretty for Auntie. But gender reassignment! Was that what it would take? Surely not? Auntie always said he was pretty: pretty in a dress, pretty in heels. pretty when was wearing make-up. Her pretty boy. Did Auntie really want a pretty girl? It was strange that Madam Dark had referred to Jane as his ‘charming Aunt’. For the last week, all she’d done was criticise his Aunt. It was weird.
"Oh honey, isn't that exciting? Something to look forward to," said the smiling Wardrobe Mistress. "Don't you want to look like Petra?"
Andy raised his head. "N……n…. " Andy stuttered as Petra looked at him. She looked him up and down inspecting his pink latex maid’s dress and heels, and then, looking him full in the face, smiled sweetly at him. Any other time his arousal would have increased at that smile, but he could feel himself shrivelling. He was frightened by the thought of the knife. But to look like Petra would be amazing. Inside he knew he’d always wanted to look like Petra. He was so confused. He needed William. “No,” he choked but his heart wasn’t in it.
"What!" said Madam Dark. "And defy your Aunt."
"And Petra is very beautiful, don't you think?” asked the All the Mistresses like her, and she has lots of boyfriends too."
"Er yes, she is very pretty," agreed a confused Andy.
“Petra was once a boy like you. Do you like how you are, Petra?”.
“Oh, yes, Mistress.” Andy was surprised to hear Petra’s slightly husky tones.
“But you didn’t want surgery did you?” stated Madam Dark.
“No, but Mommy insisted,” said Petra.
“And was she right, Petra?” asked Madam Ventham.
“Oh yes!” said a beaming Petra. “I love it. And boys love it too. I used to get boys before, but now it’s amazing. Mommy was so right.”
“Thank you Petra,” said Madam Ventham, “you do look lovely and the Sexy Secret suits you so well. So what do you say to a set of the Sexy Secret range for him, Madam Dark?”
“Definitely,” said Madam Dark. ‘It might even make even this boy look sophisticated. He might not fill it but the bra will still look good on him. I can imagine him in a C-cup, but that’s three years away. And a small for panties this time. He’ll have to behave, or Lady Jones will be forced to decide on caging. A flat cockcage would work well inside those panties: so much better than tucking.”
“Oh yes,” agreed Madam Ventham, “ much better than tucking. The glint of metal and the small round bulge say it all. A perfect obedient sissy.”
“Yes, it would suit him. That’s until he gets a proper pussy, like Petra.”
Andy had stopped listening. He was still staring open mouthed at Petra. No cock. No balls. Firm round breasts. Why would his mother have this done to him? But Petra was perfect. Petra was beautiful. Petra was liberated. Petra had boyfriends. Would it be so bad being like Petra? He started to wring his hands. Where was William when he needed him? He needed something to cuddle.
“So how do you feel about looking like Petra?” asked Madam Dark.
“Or having a boyfriend?” enquired Madam Ventham.
“What do you want, boy?” questioned Madam Dark seeing Andy struggling with his hands. “You might like Petra but you can’t play with your little thing. You know that’s disrespectful.”
“I know I know,” gasped Andy. “I just want William,” he blurted. “I need William.”
“William? Who’s William? Is William your boyfriend?” asked Madam Ventham.
Andy blushed. He was embarrassed enough without going through this. “William’s my teddy,” he confessed shamefaced.
“A boy your age with a teddy!” exclaimed Madam Ventham.
“And why’s he called William?” enquired Madam Dark.
“Err….” hesitated Andy.
“Is he named after someone?” Madam Dark demanded. “Who do you know called William?”
“Err….”
<<Thwack!>> “Tell me boy!” Madam Dark’s interrogation continued. <<Thwack!>> “You know you will.” <<Thwack!>>
“There’s a friend of mine called William,” said Andy meekly. “Well Will, actually.”
“Known him long?” asked Madam Dark.
“Since I was young,” said Andy.
“Sounds like William’s just a substitute for Will. Same name even. Admit it, boy: Will’s your boyfriend.”
“A friend, not a boyfriend,” insisted Andy.
“Maybe you should ask him, honey,” suggested Madam Ventham.
“Maybe we should call him,” proposed Madam Dark.
“No!” implored Andy. He started to cry. This was worse than when Madam Dark was threatening to cane him. She was getting inside his head.
“The boy doth protest too much,” intoned Madam Dark. “I think we know the answer.”
Will was a friend. Just a friend. An old friend. Will could never be his boyfriend. Could he? Really? Did he need to be like Petra to have Will as his boyfriend?
“Look honey, there’s no need to cry,” said Madam Ventham in comforting tones. “Why don’t you and Petra have a little chat? You can talk about boys together while Madam Dark and I get a cup of coffee. I do think we need to talk to your Auntie about getting you a cockcage if you’re going to wear the Sexy Secret. And the sheer stockings this time, Madam Dark. Subtle and alluring. Do you agree, Madam Dark?”
“If you insist, Madam Ventham. And no need to talk to Lady Jones. It’ll be a nice surprise for her if she finds him caged when she comes to pick him up in a couple of weeks. She left us a free spirited boy and she’ll collect a compliant sissy”
“A lovely cockcaged compliant sissy. Won’t that be nice for her?” asked Madam Ventham.
“Err ……” hesitated Andy. <<Thwack!>> Madam Dark started smacking the crop against her palm again. “Err..” <<Thwack!>> “Errr, yes.” <<Thwack!>> “Yes.” <<Thwack!>> “Yes!” <<Thwack!>> “Yes! ” <<Thwack!>> “Yes!” he shouted.
“That’s better, boy. Or should I call you ‘sissy’, now?” Madam Dark raised the crop again in front of Andy.
“Err…” <<Thwack!>> “Err, yes.” <<Thwack!>> “Yes, please.”
“What do you say, boy?” pressed Madam Dark.
“Yes, please Madam Dark. Please call me ‘sissy’, Madam Dark.”
“There, sissy, that wasn’t so difficult, was it? Very good, Sissy Andy. Now Petra, why don’t you have a little chat with Sissy Andy and tell him all about being a girl while Madam Ventham and I get that coffee. At least he’s taken the first step today to admitting what he is.”
“Yes, Madam Dark,” said Petra.
Andy couldn’t believe what was happening. He’d only arrived at Knightley Manor a week ago and already he was admitting he was a sissy. He was answering to ‘sissy’. Was he really now ‘Sissy Andy’? Now they were talking about him being a girl in a couple of years. He loved his Aunt but did she really want him to be a sissy? Did she really want him being a girl? He did want to please Auntie. Perhaps Petra could explain. And why had Madam Dark called his Aunt ‘charming’?
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Wasn't that awesome, love it
