The Collector Ch. 03

"You ladder my nylons and it's another two bob," Vicky hissed.

The man removed his hands briefly but only to open his flies; for an older gentleman he had a considerable sized and rather useful erection. The man stroked himself while he played with Vicky's knicker-clad buttocks; Mary could see the man was getting very red in the face as he stroked himself and squeezed Vicky's bottom.

"Jesus Vick I'm going to come any second and I really want a shag. Go on please let me," the man begged.

"Another tenner and you better be bloody quick," Vicky said in a harsh hushed tone.

The man quickly stepped out from behind the wall and positioned himself directly behind Vicky. He eased the gusset of her knickers aside and fumbled for little while then stood on tiptoes and thrust, pushing himself all the way in.

"Humph!" Vicky grunted as the man impaled her.

She hung onto the edge of the counter and pushed out her bum to assist the gentleman. He gripped her waist and thrust once, twice, three times and then he shuddered and ground himself against her bottom.

"Mmm...oh jeez Vick!" the man sighed.

"Quick! Quick! Someone is coming!" Vicky reached behind herself and pushed at the man.

He withdrew; his penis still hard and leaking semen. A gobbet of his spend rolled down the inside of Vicky's thigh and soaked into the welt of her stocking. Vicky pulled down and straightened her skirt as the man squeezed himself up against the wall, still breathing heavily as he quickly did up the buttons on his fly.

Mary had to stifle her laughter as Vicky served the client at the counter. When she came to collect the coats off the rack Vicky was shocked to find Mary hidden amongst the coats and jackets.

"Making a little extra on the job are we?" Mary whispered.

Vicky fixed Mary with a glare that declared she was in no mood for jokes.

The customer mucked around fitting his companion into her coat as Vicky impatiently tapped her heel on the floor. When the couple finally left she spun around and grabbed the older gentleman by the arm and pushed him out the door.

"Thanks Vicky that was wonderful," the man grinned when he was safely on the other side of the counter.

"Don't forget my tip," she growled.

"You are a sport," the man smiled and popped a ten shilling note on the counter.

When he left the foyer both Mary and Vicky broke down laughing. They hung onto each other and cackled like a couple of banshees. They laughed so hard that they teared up and their makeup ran.

A rather serious looking maître d'hôtel returned to his post and gave them a scornful look.

"Stop that this instant; where do you think you are?" he growled.

"You! Fix your makeup and get your arse back out there and you; tidy up your counter and behave like a professional," he scolded them.

Mary used her compact mirror and fixed her makeup then shoved it all back in her purse and put it up on the employees shelf and returned to her duties. She couldn't stop smiling thinking about Vicky bent over the counter with the elderly chap behind her rutting away. As it turned out her smiling countenance earned a few extra bob in tips that night.

One year later...

Charlotte Beason awoke and with a start; it took her a few seconds to remember why she was in the huge bed with fresh sheets wearing silk stockings, satin directoire knickers, and a nylon full slip. The fabric of her sleeping attire felt wonderful against her soft clean skin.

She recalled everything that had happened yesterday; how she had been picked up and taken to Chelmsford Hall, Mary helping her to bathe and doing that special thing she did. The memory of that caused her already erect penis to throb.

Charlotte got out of bed, found a chamber pot under it and used it to pee with difficulty at first until her erection subsided. Then she went to the vanity table washed her face, fixed her makeup and brushed her hair. There was a jug of water in the large washing bowl, two water glasses, a beaker, a tube of toothpaste and a new toothbrush. She brushed her teeth and finding nowhere else appropriate after she'd rinsed, she spat in the pot.

She remembered what Mary had said about induction and was very curious as to what that would entail. So much had happened to her over the last few days. The one thing she was certain of was that she should have been born a girl not a boy and she was happy that she now had the freedom to live that way.

There was a soft knock on the door and Mary entered. Mary was wearing a business suit although she doubted that most businesses would approve of her short skirt and incredibly high heels.

"You look wonderful today Mary," Charlotte beamed.

"And you look pretty good yourself compared to what the cat dragged in last night. How did you sleep?" Mary came over to Charlotte and held her gently, scrutinising her face and showing genuine affection.

"I think it was the best sleep ever. Perhaps that little release as you call it helped," Charlotte blushed.

Mary smiled knowingly at her.

"Ok young lady; you can't spend all day in here, let's begin your indoctrination.

Mary led Charlotte through the maze of corridors in the large house explaining what most of the rooms were. Charlotte had spent most of her formative years at Harrow School as Charles and was used to large imposing heritage buildings. They finally arrived back at the large shared bathroom facility and a few doors down they came to a dormitory with six beds. Beside each bed was a large armoire and a desk and chair. There were privacy screens for each of the beds but they were pulled back and tied off.

"This is your bed where you will live until your Novice training is completed; the process can take as little as four weeks to as long as three months," Mary began.

"Your day will be regimented. You will assist with chores such as cleaning, laundry, cooking and serving food and you will also be given lessons in deportment, etiquette, manners, and comminations skills; sort of like a finishing school."

"Once you are considered to have mastered the skills required, you will be presented to Lord Edward Tilsbury for a final assessment. If you are considered worthy you will move on from being an Novice to an Acolyte of the Circle, one who is proficient at her trade," Mary explained.

"And what will be my trade?" Charlotte swallowed.

"Why you will be a lover of course. A willing and accomplished lover," Mary smiled.

"For who?" Charlotte was almost too scared to ask.

"For members of the Circle and only members of the Circle," Mary replied.

"In the armoire you will find all of the clothing you will ever need; in fact the armoire and the desk contain all of the possessions you will need why you are here. We will care for you for as long as you remain an Novice or an Acolyte; you will want for nothing. Once you reach the age of twenty-five you will be released from servitude with a stipend that will set you up for the rest of your life; you will live like an entitled Lady. Of course there will be conditions imposed but that is to be expected as you will always be beholden to the Circle."

"If I refuse?" Charlotte whispered.

"I will arrange to have Sargent Pitt return you to the streets where you were found. You will say nothing of what you have seen or heard here or of the Circle. The same goes if you fail your training," Mary said emotionlessly.

"But if you fail; then I have failed. I am to be your mentor. You are very special; you are the first of your kind to be offered the privilege of being an Novice," Mary lifted Charlotte's chin and looked her in the eyes.

"On the desk is a document detailing the proposal I have summarised for you; you have until noon to read and sign it," Mary pointed to a parchment scroll bound by a red ribbon.

Charlotte did not hesitate. She unrolled the parchment, dipped the pen in the inkwell and scrawled her signature in the space provided. She felt free; totally unconstrained for the first time in her life signing the document with her female name.

"You didn't read it," Mary said, tying the scroll with the red ribbon.

"Do I have to? The alternative doesn't bear thinking about and I have no desire to return home. Besides, I have faith in you. You won't let me fail," Charlotte smiled.

Mary pulled her close and hugged her.

"You know where the bathroom is; you will be required to bathe each day before dinner and again if instructed to. You may open the armoire; you will find quite a few different garments and ensembles. For now all you need do is dress in your Novice's uniform; that is the black pleated shirt, white blouse and blazer hanging together. You are to wear only white underwear and black stockings with your uniform, you will find them in the drawer. The black leather instep-strapped high heels go with the uniform; you may wear white anklets while you are undertaking chores and the white apron too," Mary explained.

"Get dressed for tuition, no socks or apron, and meet me down the corridor in the room on right marked 'Tuition'. We will finish your indoctrination and I'll introduce you to the rest of the Novices," Mary turned with a flourish and strode away gripping the parchment in one hand.

Charlotte looked around the dorm and happy that she was alone she took off her garters, rolled down her silk stockings and slipped out of her satin directoire knickers and a nylon full slip. She folded the garments and placed them on the foot of her bed like all the others in the dorm had done and then she excitedly opened the armoire and wished she had time explore all of the clothing hanging there but she didn't.

It took her only ten minutes to dress but she was distracted by the contents of the armoire. The drawers contained all sorts of delectable goodies besides underwear and hosiery there was cosmetics, jewellery, toiletries, perfume and all sorts of feminine prerequisites.

Charlotte tapped softly on the tuition room door and opened it. There were five other young ladies sitting two to a desk dressed identical to Charlotte in their Novices uniform. They all turned to stare at her as she stepped into the room.

"Ladies; this is Charlotte. Charlotte is the special Novice that I have told you about. She is to be treated no differently than any other of the other Novices here except for as I explained, she has a penis, which is totally off limits to all of you," Mary came over and took Charlotte's hand while she was speaking.

Charlotte wasn't sure who blushed the reddest; her or the other girls.

Mary led Charlotte to the front of the class and introduced her to the five young ladies but Charlotte had so much going on in her mind that she immediately forgot their names. Then she was directed to sit next to the one girl sitting on her own and Charlotte nervously sat down beside her and gave her a wan smile.

The girl beamed back and reached out and stroked her cheek.

"I'm Cynthia and you are beautiful; no one would ever know that you're...well that you're special."

Charlotte smiled back at Cynthia; relieved that she was so nice.

"Don't worry we are all nice to each other here; there is too much work to do and too much to learn so we all support each other," Cynthia whispered.

"Except for Gloria. Gloria is a cow!"

The girl directly in front of Charlotte turned around and stuck out her tongue.

All the girls giggled.

"Ladies! Ladies! Back to our lesson please," Mary chastened her proteges.

"Ok. Gloria please pick up on where we left off with regard to engaging in polite conversation," Mary nodded at Gloria.

Charlotte's first lesson began.

Later it was explained to her that the curricula was cyclic and repetitive; designed to ensure that that the young ladies were adequately schooled in charm, etiquette and all facets of what was required to be a lady who is responsive to the needs of cultured gentlemen. Because of the repetitious nature of the syllabus it also meant that the girls could commence or complete their schooling at any time during the course of the syllabus.

Charlotte enjoyed her first few weeks at Chelmsford Hall. She found the other five Novices charming and supportive, her special situation was hardly ever mentioned although she noticed the girls would often peek at her when they bathed. She envied the other girls' breasts and the smooth rounded V of their knickers covering their pubis.

The daily routine consisted of the girls checking the duty roster; they would each be allocated chores and duties in the kitchen, in the dining room in the laundry or around the Hall attending to housekeeping. There was an employed staff of course but the girls had to pull their weight alongside the 'downstairs' employees; it was considered character building.

During her second week a doctor examined Charlotte; Mary chaperoned her.

"You are a healthy young ma... err woman but with obvious deficiencies. Lord Edward Tilsbury has directed me to help you as much as I can. I have to warn that some of the treatments will be painful," the doctor explained.

"Will the treatments make me more feminine?" Charlotte asked.

"Oh absolutely," the doctor replied.

"I can give you silicone injections which will enlarge your breasts; not too large, but large enough, say a size B cup?"

"I will also inject you with female hormones. They will take a while to work but they will feminise you to some extent; that is, make physical changes to your body. Your breasts will develop, you will cease growing body hair to a great extent, not that you have much anyway, you will lose muscle tone but your figure will become more feminine," the doctor explained.

Charlotte was beaming.

"What about?" she glanced down at her genitals.

"There has been some experimentation in that area but there is still no established safe procedure; besides, Lord Tilsbury has strictly forbidden me from proposing that course of action," the doctor warned.

"Ok; but I want the hormones and the breast enhancement," Charlotte pleaded.

"The silicone injections will hurt considerably; but if I have your consent there is no time like the present. I will also inject you with female hormones and leave you some pills to take as directed. I will need to inject your breasts with silicon, at least once a week until they are of satisfactory size and proportion," the doctor laid out his surgical equipment.

"Are you sure?" Mary touched Charlotte's cheek and looked deeply into her eyes.

Charlotte nodded.

"Good girl," Mary smiled.

She helped support Charlotte during the procedure; the breast augmentation injections caused so much pain that Charlotte fainted but the results were almost immediate.

"See you next week doctor and thank you," Charlotte said through gritted teeth.

But the rest of her training was far from painful.

There were dance lessons, riding lessons and gymnastics; the girls were kept fit and healthy.

There were also twice weekly 'fulfilment lessons' which Charlotte found quite disturbing when she sat in her first session.

The girls were particularly giggly before the first fulfilment lesson that she attended but they would not tell her why. Charlotte was quite taken aback when she entered the tuition room that afternoon and found that at each place setting was a life-size replica of an erect penis.

Some were painted to look very realistic while some were jet-black alabaster.

"Ok ladies settle down," Bridget, another of the Acolytes who lived in at the Hall said sternly.

"Now you all know the various parts of the penis and Charlotte I know this is your first lesson but being the proud owner of one of these appendages I'm sure you will catch up quickly."

"Ok ladies; let's review what we have learned. We know our duty in life is to make every effort to please our masters in every way possible; but when it comes to sexual pleasure what are our two prime duties?" Bridget asked the class.

"To prolong and enhance the experience," Gloria replied with a self-satisfied grin.

"And now more revision; lets point out the parts of the penis that we have in front of us. The shaft, the foreskin, the glans, and the meatus," the girls pointed each of the parts on the model penises on their desks.

"And where is the most sensitive part and what is it called?" Bridget asked.

"The fraenulum Miss and it's here under the glans," Cynthia answered this time.

"Correct and under the penis hangs?" Bridget had the girls almost chanting their replies.

"The scrotum and inside are the testes," the girls piped in.

"And?" she led them on.

"It is very sensitive and must be caressed with caution and extreme subtlety," they chimed.

"Correct. When you are finally allowed the privilege to pleasure your masters, you will find that manipulation of the scrotum and testicles will vary; some will want them manipulated quite vigorously whereas some will not even want you to touch them at all. The Master will always indicate his preference accordingly," Bridget explained.

"Today ladies I have a special treat for you. We will have a living model on which to practice. Of course you will not be allowed to touch him but you will be trained observers and learn from what you see," Bridget said rather sternly.

The girls all cooed with excitement.

Bridget pulled back a curtain and exposed a raised examination table. Lying on the table was an adult male wearing a black silk hood. Other than the hood the man was naked.

"Gather round now girls," Bridget said.

The sound of stools scraping on the floor was accompanied by the excited chattering of young ladies.

"Ladies! What is the first thing I taught you!" Bridget said angrily.

"To be quiet and demure in the company of our Masters," the girls sung in chorus.

Bridget waved a hand over the supine male body lying before her.

The girls all nodded then crowded around the table.

"See before you; the male sex organs. The subject is already semi-erect likely due to the fact that he knows that he is about to be pleasured and of course he is surrounded by beautiful young women," Bridget explained and the girls giggled politely.

"Now if I gently manipulate his scrotum like so, see the effect I'm having," Bridget softly stroked the man's scrotum with her fingertips.

"See his testes contract and his penis becoming harder; and watch now," Bridget bent over the table and gently blew a stream of air on the man's genitals.

"So. Now I will take the shaft in my fingers and stroke it, see his penis come to full tumescence."

She featherlightly caressed the man for a few minutes with her fingertips until the man on the table began to breathe heavily and squirm.

"See his response. Now see what happens when I do this?" Bridget gripped the shaft of the man's penis and began to slowly stroke him.

"You can see now that his fully erect penis is throbbing; the veins are at full capacity and he is leaking pre-ejaculate or pre-seminal fluid," Bridget took a gobbet of the clear liquid on her fingertip.

"Here," she offered it to Gloria who tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted the offering.

"Quite tasteless and not at all offensive?" Bridget looked at Gloria who nodded in agreement.

"Now once you have your man in this state you can extend his pleasure as long as he wants. Sometimes he will want the foreplay to continue for a considerable period and sometimes he might just want you to get him erect so that he can enter you immediately," Bridget was lazily stroking the man's penis as she spoke.

"Remember what I told you about the fraenulum?" Bridget ran her manicured fingernail along the sensitive spot and then stroked it with the pad of her fingertip.

The man on table shuddered and his penis leaked more pre-seminal fluid.

"Of course your Master may want, and you should always be prepared to offer him, stimulation or relief the French way," Bridget leaned over the man and took his penis in her mouth.