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To the Manor Born Part 2: How to Become a Lady Chapter 1 - Changes I struggled toward consciousness, trying to shake the cobwebs from my drugged mind. I shifted in my bed (at least I assume it was a bed) and winced in pain. My backside hurt like heck, my throat felt like sandpaper, my stomach felt like I'd been worked over by the Hell's Angels, and it felt like a large animal was sitting on my chest. All of this came as a significant surprise to me. The last thing I remember was serving breakfast to the Hartley's and my wife this morning. I had been suffering the aftereffects of the "party" the previous night - my wife and Lady Hartley enjoyed showing me off to a small group of their (clearly) intimate friends. It was the first time I had been dressed in front of a group, and I was mortified. My wife kept calling me "sissy", "slut", and "whore", and I was subjected to crude come-ons and cat-calls all night. Hands would appear out of nowhere caressing my legs, reaching up under the skirt of my incredibly short maid's uniform. Eventually, the members of the party began to pair off, and my wife (caressing Mrs. Hartley's breast through her open shirt) sent me off to my room, saying "You aren't quite ready yet to fully serve our group, so go up to your room and get a good night's sleep because tomorrow is going to be a very important day for you." The next morning, I remember preparing and serving the breakfast, but everything after that was a blank. Now, as I fought through the pain to consciousness, I began to wonder what the heck had happened. I pried my eyelids open to see that I was lying in - a hospital room. My first thought was that I must have fainted while serving breakfast and possibly broken my leg. I tried to sit up and the pain nearly overwhelmed me again, but I needed to assess the damage. I looked down and, even through the loose hospital gown, I could see something was clearly wrong. I recalled words my wife had spoken to me only the day before, 'You will be undergoing some medical procedures to make your body better fit your current lifestyle. In fact, your appointment for breast implants is tomorrow. Once you've had that procedure, you could hardly go back to your old life, now could you?' She was true to her word. Protruding out from my chest, accounting for the weight on my chest, was a very large pair of breasts. 'Oh good! Sleeping Beauty is finally awake,' Julie said, coming in to the room and sitting beside the bed. 'Oh, and the look on your face is absolutely precious. How I wish I had brought a camera to capture the moment. You do recall I promised you a figure to match your new position and status, right? Well, how do you like it?' Still a little groggy, all I could croak out around the constriction in my throat was, 'What have you done to me?' It came out quite a bit higher pitched than how I recalled my voice sounding. 'Just a few minor procedures to enhance your femininity. You have already noticed the breasts. I knew, given the choice, that you'd probably love a pair of DD breasts, but I thought that might be a bit ostentatious, so I just had the doctor give you D cups. Don't worry, you can always go bigger if you want. Oh, and the doctor used a new procedure that enhanced the sensation in your nipples. I'm sure you'll thank me later. While we had you in here, I also had them perform a few other minor tune-ups. They scraped your Adam's apple to make it less apparent and modify your vocal cords to make your voice more in keeping with your new body. We had them remove your lowest rib to nip in your waist to a tight 26", and inject fat from your stomach and waist into your ass to give you a sensational backside. Finally, we had them inject collagen into your lips to give you full, Angelina Jolie style lips. Mmm, I can't wait to see those lips wrapped around some stud's cock.' Involuntarily, my hand searched down my body, feeling the changes that Julie had described. As my hand searched further south, checking my crotch, Julie laughed, 'Don't worry. I had them leave your precious little clitty. You'll get to keep that, at least for a little longer yet.' I was shocked. I couldn't believe the way my life had changed in the course of just a few days. I had gone from a relatively high-powered businessperson on an executive track, to a submissive, sissy maid with a permanently altered body faster than my mind could adapt. I was forced to just go along for the ride until I could figure out how to recapture control of my life. 'How long have I been in here?' I asked. 'Almost a week now. We've kept you very heavily sedated while you recovered. You'll be ready to go home tomorrow morning and resume your duties. You've got important responsibilities to fulfill at our next part tomorrow evening. It'll just be a small affair - just Lord and Lady Whittington visiting, but this time, I'm expecting you to be the hit of the party. But tonight you should rest. Tomorrow you'll need all of your strength.' With that, Julie turned up the sedative on my IV drip, and I fell back into a deep sleep. Chapter 2 - Descent into Degradation The next morning Julie returned to take me home to the estate. She brought with her a new set of clothing for me to wear. 'With your new figure, your old clothes will no longer fit you. I brought you something appropriate for the ride back to the manor, and when we get there I'll show you your new wardrobe - lot's of beautiful maid's uniforms, and lots of other sexy clothes appropriate for a sissy slut like yourself,' Julie said. She had brought with her a beautiful black satin and lace bra and panty set, with a matching garter belt and seamed black stockings. It was a very different experience putting a bra on when you have real breasts. Feeling the support the bra provides, feeling the lace, then the satin rub across my ever so sensitive nipples, causing them to spring erect. Even the process of leaning over so that my breasts would properly fill the cups was a revelation. I stepped into the panties, feeling the satin stretch taut over my now, rather expansive posterior. I wrapped the garter belt around my significantly nipped in waist, and rolled the stockings up my legs (making sure the seams were straight, of course). For outerwear, my wife had provided an extremely short black leather miniskirt that barely covered the tops of my stockings, and a white satin blouse cut so low that an expanse of cleavage was on display. 'I thought you might enjoy showing off your new body on the way home. Even if you don't, I'll enjoy watching all the stares you get. We've got some shopping to do on the way back to the manor, so there'll be plenty of opportunity to show you off,' Julie said. With that I stepped into my three inch black mules, freshened my makeup, checked my wig and we were off. I noticed as we walked to the car that my new figure forced me to walk with a different gait, forcing me to swing my ass as I walked. Even just walking out the car in the parking garage at the hospital, a number of both men and women stopped and stared and I received several wolf whistles. It was a surprise even to me that I actually enjoyed the attention I was receiving. At the supermarket, I found that I was unconsciously flirting with a number of men. As one young man eyed me while I looked over the fresh produce, I picked up a cucumber and began to run my fingers along it, caressing it. When I looked over at him and smiled, I could see a significant bulge in his pants. 'You little tease!' Julie said as she watched this interaction. 'If you excite him any further, I may make you go over and take care of him.' In the checkout lane, I noticed the bagboy couldn't take his eyes off my cleavage. I decided to give him a bit of a show. I 'accidentally' dropped the keys, and turned around and bent over to pick them up, causing my very short skirt to hike up over my round ass, exposing the tops of my stockings. I then pretended to trip and fell back into him, rubbing my ass against his crotch and his growing erection. Julie pulled me off of him, whispering in my ear, 'You are such a slut! Save that behavior for tonight. I've got a lot of plans for you at the party this evening.' To be honest, I couldn't explain my behavior. Despite being a crossdresser for many years, I had never had the desire to be with a man, and had never been with one until the recent experience with Lord Hartley. Yet, here I was acting like a wanton slut, who couldn't get enough cock. It just wasn't like me - but then again, the me I am now is certainly very different from the me I used to be. Bottom line was that I was very confused, and simply going with the flow and following my feeling was leading me further and further along a path I wasn't sure was a good place to go. Back at the manor, Julie and I unpacked the groceries and then she took me up to my room to show me my new wardrobe. She opened up the closet to show a full rack of maid's uniforms in a rainbow of colors, but a prevalence of black and pink. There was another whole rack of dresses, all very short, very tight and very revealing. There were skirts and blouses, again all intended to show off as much of my body as possible. On the whole there was nothing that was 'modest enough' that I could wear to the store or to church. There was plenty of lingerie, brassieres, panties, hose and heels to match. 'Well, what do you think my Michelle? Are there enough slutty outfits here to keep you satisfied?' Julie asked. She came up behind me as I gazed at the contents of the closet and ran her hands up and down my side, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. Her hands moved over my body, lingering over my breasts. She spun me around saying, 'I wanted to be the first to show you the pleasure that can be derived from your breasts.' She kissed me as she unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my bra. She kissed down the side of my throat to my shoulders and to the top of my breasts. She slowly kneaded them over the bra, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. The harder she massaged them, the better it felt and the harder I pushed my breast against her hand. She slipped her fingers inside the cups, flicking my nipple, rolling them against her finger and thumb, eliciting uncontrollable moans from me. I was putty in her hands and I melted against her. She reached around and undid the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts. She bent her had and licked my nipple, and I nearly passed out from the pleasure. Julie sucked on the erect nipple and my knees buckled at the strength of the sensation. 'You liked that, did you?' Julie asked. 'Well just wait, there's more.' She kneaded my right breast with one hand and sucked as much of my left breast into her mouth as possible. My cock/clit was hard in my panties and pulsed every time her tongue grazed my nipple. She continued to lavish my breasts with attention and in only a couple of my minutes more I came, filling my panties with cum. My moans had let Julie know that I had climaxed. She turned me around, saying 'Now it's my turn.' She flipped up my skirt, and pulled down my panties, exposing my plump ass. I heard her unzip her pants, and I turned my head to see her applying lubricant to a rather large strap-on. 'Since when did you start packing a strap-on Julie,' I asked. 'Someone had to be the man of the house once you became the woman,' Julie said. 'At least one of us has to have a real cock. Yours certainly isn't. Plus Lady Jane rather enjoys it, and I certainly enjoy using it with her.' With that she bent me over and pointed the head of her cock at my tight rosebud. She impaled me with a single thrust, careless of the pain she caused. Soon she was pounding my ass relentlessly. Almost in spite of myself, the pain began to recede, replaced by a fullness and growing pleasure. My cock/clit soon began to harden once more. I could tell Julie was getting close as her screams of pleasure began to mount. 'Take it you little bitch,' she said. 'Take my big cock up your tight ass. You love it, you little slut. Tell me you love my cock. Beg me to keep fucking you!' With that she slowed her pounding to a near stop. The cessation of movement had me pushing backwards against her cock, seeking to be filled up, 'Yes - I love it. I love it when you fuck me with your enormous cock. Please fuck me, Please! I need it. I need your cock.' With that she resumed pounding her cock in and out of my ass with a renewed energy. Within minutes, she began to scream out her climax, and I climaxed at the same time, once again filling my panties with cum without ever touching myself. Julie slapped my ass, stood up, zipped up her pants and left the room, telling me to get my uniform on and get downstairs and prepare dinner for the guests. Collecting myself, I changed clothes, picking out a fresh maids uniform, freshened up and went to the kitchen to begin preparing for the night's festivities. Several hours later, I heard the doorbell ring and I heard Lady Hartley answer the door and greet her guests. Shortly the group was seated for dinner and I was called upon to serve the first course. Carefully balancing a tray while walking into the dining room in my 4 inch heels, I began to ladle out the soup. Besides my wife (bedecked in a beautiful black pantsuit), Lady Hartley (wearing a short designer gown with her trademark seamed silk stockings) and Lord Hartley (looking very handsome in a tailored black tuxedo), there were two additional guests at the table, a young couple who appeared to be in their early 30's. As the 'help', my presence was generally ignored, except when any of the guests required a refill of their wine (which was often) or when it was time to serve the next course. At the end of the dinner, the group retired to the lounge, and Julie requested that I bring in glasses of port for each of the guests. When I entered the lounge, I saw Lord Hartley standing by the fireplace, Julie and Lady Hartley snuggled up together on the loveseat, and the two guests sitting on the couch. I handed out the glasses of port, serving the guests first, then Lord Hartley, and finally Julie and Lady Jane. As I moved to leave the room, Lady Hartley grabbed me by the waist and began to slowly run her hand up and down my stockinged leg. Her hand wandered up under the short skirt of my uniform, caressing my clit/cock through my panties, saying, 'George and Marjorie, let me introduce you to our new maid, Michelle. She's quite the talented server and very obedient too. Would you like me to have her demonstrate?' 'Absolutely!' said George, 'She looks lovely, and I, for one, would like to see her talents on display. What about you dear?' 'Hmm, she does look like she might be interesting,' replied Marjorie. 'Let's see what she can do.' 'Alright Michelle,' said Lady Jane, 'You heard them. Why don't you go over and show George some of your oral talents.' When I hesitated, she swatted my ass hard gave me a shove and said, 'That's an order.' With the shove I stumbled over to couch, falling on my knees in front of George. I looked up at him, and he just said expectantly, 'Well, Michelle? Let's see what that talented tongue can do.' He reached his hand behind my head and slowly pushed my head down towards his crotch. 'Let's see if you can do this with no hands. First get the zipper.' Knowing that resisting would be senseless (and, surprisingly, not really wanting to resist), I moved my mouth towards his crotch and grasped the zipper tab between my teeth and pulled it downwards. I could already sense a significant bulge growing inside his pants. I moved up and grabbed the button on his pants in my teeth and tried to move it through the buttonhole with my tongue. After about a minute of trying unsuccessfully, I gripped the button between my front teeth and bit down hard, biting through the thread. I spit out the button, and moved in to guide his growing cock out through the slit in his boxers. 'You were absolutely right Jane,' said George. 'She's quite the talented girl. I'll have to get these pants tailored now, but it'll be well worth it. She's certainly very eager to please.' 'Oh, Michelle is quite the eager beaver. Just wait, and I'm sure she'll show you just how much of a slut she really is,' said Jane. His cock was not as large as Lord Hartley's, but it was still impressive. A drop of pre-come oozed from the tip. I reached out my tongue and slowly licked the drop off, savoring the salty taste. 'Now, now dear Michelle,' said Marjorie. 'I don't want you to swallow when he comes. I want you to hold his load in your mouth and then I'll tell you what to do with it.' I licked the sensitive underside of the head of George's cock before I was taken by the irresistible urge to engulf as much of his cock as I could take in my mouth. I moved up and down, alternately licking and sucking with an urgency that had George moaning and groaning with lust. He grabbed my head and began to fuck my mouth. I fought the urge to gag and relaxed my throat muscles to allow him to penetrate as far as possible. Soon I sensed his cock began to pulse and I pulled back so that he would shoot his load into my mouth rather than down my throat. He shot jet after jet but I was able to capture it all. 'Very good. Very entertaining, dear,' raved Marjorie. 'Now that we've seen your fellatio abilities, let's see how you are at cunnilingus. Come here and deposit that load of my husband's into my pussy, and make sure you work it in good.' She lifted up the hem of her dress, making it clear that she was not wearing panties. I shifted over and, as she parted her legs, I shoved a tongueful of George's cum into her aromatic pussy. I began to lick her up and down, paying special attention to her clitoris, nibbling and sucking. She began to buck up and down against my face, as she rode me to one orgasm. I continue to lick her, working my tongue in and out, the mixture of her husband's semen and her fragrant juices making an intoxicating cocktail. As I continued to minister to her, I felt a hand on my ass as my skirt was lifted up. My panties were pulled to the side, and I felt something cool being against my rosebud. I glanced back to see George stroking lubricant onto his once again erect cock, preparing to fuck me. As I licked Marjorie's pussy, George began to work his cock into my tight backside, and was soon fucking me for all he was worth. The sensations began to overwhelm me: the taste, scent, and velvety texture of the pussy in front of me and the fullness and growing pleasure inside from the pulsing cock in my rear. I felt my cock grow within the confines of my panties and, as Marjorie came to her third orgasm and George's cock shot another load into my rectum, I came, filling my panties with a creamy load. I looked over and saw Julie licking Lady Jane's pussy as Lady Jane worked on her husband's cock. The scene continued on into the night, and I ended up servicing every member of the party. I went to bed, sore but very satisfied. Chapter 3 - Spiraling Downwards Over the course of the next several weeks, this scene was replayed several times. Every three or four days a different group of the Hartley's friends would visit, and I would be required to participate as the centerpiece in a group orgy, servicing any and all comers (no pun intended). It was all kind of a blur, as I went from performing my maid's duties, cooking the meals and cleaning the mansion, to acting as the sexual submissive to the dominant members of the household. But over time, trends began to appear. Lady Jane and Julie began to spend more and more time together, spending nearly every night in the same bed. While Lady Jane maintained her ultra-feminine dress and demeanor, Julie began to take on a more masculine air. She eschewed dresses and skirts for man-tailored shirts and pants. She had her long her cut and styled into a short bob, and she stopped wearing makeup. It was also clear that she had taken to wearing a large strap-on all the time, as you could clearly detect a large bulge, dressed to the right inside her trousers. The fact that Julie and Lady Jane were spending so much time together, meant that my nights were largely spent with Lord Hartley. In private, Lord Hartley, (or Richard as he began to request that I call him) proved to be a very warm, intelligent and sexy man. I had never in my life been attracted to a man, but his strength and kindness began to arouse feelings in me that I had never experienced before. I looked forward to our times together, to the sight of his strong, hard body and the pleasure that I knew he would provide to me. As a result, I wanted to give him pleasure, and I began to love offering my body up to him. One night, as evening wore on and I was cleaning the banister in the upstairs hall, I felt a hand on the small of my back bending me over the railing. A strong hand reached around and grasped my breast, kneading it and flicking my nipple - arousing a moan from me. I recognized the touch as being Richard and, almost without thinking, I pushed my ass back against him, grinding my ass against his crotch. 'Mmm, you look delicious tonight, Michelle,' Richard said. 'I love the feel of your strong hands on my breasts,' I replied, 'but I also love the feel of your cock between my asscheeks. Take me now, please!' 'Whatever you desire, dear Michelle.' Richard unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and lined it up with my ass and slowly worked it in. Without lubrication, he was careful and gentle to make sure I was comfortable. Soon, however, he was buried in my bottom and he began to work his cock in and out, slowly, almost pulling out completely before plunging back in. His hands continued to massage my breasts, toying with my nipples, driving me crazy. Richard was able to hold out for a long while, maximizing my pleasure until I finally could take no more and shot my wad into my panties. Seconds later, he came shooting spurt after spurt inside of me. Richard continued to hold me and caress me while his cock softened and he finally pulled out. He gestured for me to put down my cleaning implements and he led me by the hand to his bedroom. There he helped me step out of my uniform, and I picked out a nightgown to wear - a beautiful black lace peignoir set. I slowly unbuttoned Richard's shirt, running my hands through the thick hair on his chest, kissing his neck and bending down to lick his nipples. Richard pushed me back onto the bed, and stepped out of his pants and boxers before joining me on the bed. I lay back and enjoyed the attention that he lavished on me, kissing my lips and neck, blowing in my ear, causing me to melt into the bed. He opened the front of my peignoir and buried his face in my expansive cleavage. He kissed and licked my breasts through the lace material until I had to beg him to untie the front of the negligee to expose my breasts. Richard continued to lick and tweak my sensitive nipples, driving me wild. Suddenly, he moved forward to straddle my chest. He brought his penis forward rubbing the head against my nipples. I saw a drop of precome fall on my nipple and he began to rub it on my breasts, turning me on yet further. I squeezed my breasts together around his cock, capturing it within my cleavage. 'I have you now,' I teased. 'You can't escape from me.' 'I wouldn't want to,' he replied. 'I'm your willing captive.' To emphasize his point, he thrust his cock forward between my breasts. The head popped through and I reached down with my tongue to lick it. He moaned with pleasure, and began moving his cock back and forth through my cleavage, titty-fucking me. Each time the head came close I licked it. Within minutes, I could feel his penis begin to tense and he came, strings of come spurting onto my face. Some I was able to catch in my mouth, much more landed on my face and chin and chest. 'Mmm that's a sexy sight,' he said, as he leaned forward to kiss me. I kissed him back and cleaned my face with a tissue, before climbing into bed, where I fell to sleep snuggled against him. Chapter 4 - Hitting Rock Bottom Unfortunately, my relationship with Julie seemed to be deteriorating extremely fast. As she became more dominant, she appeared to no longer be interested in me sexually, and only got off on humiliating me. No longer were verbal attacks (e.g., calling me a 'sissy slut', etc.,) sufficient. Now she needed physical degradation as well. On one of the few nights that she and Lady Jane did not spend together, she invited me to her room, where I found her wearing silk pajamas and a smoking jacket. Before I knew what happened, she had handcuffed my hands behind my back and thrown me on the bed. She straddled me and pulled out a gag that she proceeded to stuff in my mouth. Julie flipped me over and pulled out a whip with which she proceeded to soundly thrash my tender buttocks. At first, I tried to scream in pain around the bag, but the more noise I made the harder she hit me. I tried to ride the pain and not make any more noise, but I was still quietly sobbing. Eventually she seemed to work through her initial fury and she stopped. 'Now that we've established who is in charge here, I expect you to follow my orders this evening.' Julie said. 'Any hesitation, any at all, will be severely punished, much worse than you just experienced. This evening is all about my pleasure, something that I'm only rediscovering after years of subjugating my needs to yours. To think, that all those years I deferred to you as the 'man'. Look at you! You're no man. You're hardly fit to service a real man. But maybe you can be trained. Do we understand each other?' I nodded. 'If we understand each other, I'll remove this gag. I'm planning on having you use that mouth this evening, and it's no good to me with a gag in it. But, remember, any screams, any noise at all other than 'Yes master' and I will put the gag back and whip some much more sensitive parts of your body.' I nodded my agreement to her terms, and she reached over to remove the gag. She then went over to the door and I heard some muffled conversation. She then returned to the room followed by a group of young black men, I counted seven in total. 'These are your playmates for this evening, Michelle,' Julie said. 'I met them at the local gay bar, and they have a special attraction to girls such as myself, but they also like things a little rough. I'm sure you'll oblige them.' She sat back into a chair across from the bed and appeared to make herself comfortable. 'I'm going to give you a challenge, Michelle. I'll start you off fairly easy. If you succeed, we move on to another simple challenge, one I'm sure we'll all enjoy. If you fail, well, then I'm afraid you'll be in for another whipping and the next challenge will be much tougher and probably one that you'll not enjoy as much. OK?' Again, lacking options, I nodded my agreement. 'Well then, your first challenge is to make Big John here come within 5 minutes, and when he does you need to swallow every drop. If you fail to make him come within the allotted time, or if a single drop hits the floor, you lose. Get ready, and go!' I was paralyzed for a second not knowing what to do. Julie reminded me that time was of the essence, 'Confident in your cocksucking skills are you? Figure you don't need the whole 5 minutes? If I were you, I think I'd get started.' I moved over to the one she indicated was Big John, a massive 6 foot black young man with a stocky football player's build, when I realized how difficult this was going to be given that my hands were still handcuffed behind my back. I gripped the waistband of his shorts in my teeth and yanked down, freeing his penis (since he was not wearing underwear). Now I saw where the appellation 'Big John' came from. I had heard the stories about the size of black men's cocks, but this put any of those stories to shame. It was easily 12 inches long and as thick as my wrist. The huge bulbous head looked like a baseball, and I wondered how I could ever get that monster in my mouth. I leaned forward and licked the sensitive underside, as I could hear the five minutes ticking away inside my head. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and tried to take the head in. It barely fit. With my lips wrapped around my teeth and my tongue, it was a very tight fit, and as I tried to take more and more of his cock into my mouth this tight wetness of my mouth had quite an effect on Big John. He moaned and tried to fuck my mouth. He grabbed my head, holding it still, while he moved his enormous cock in and out of my mouth. As he forced more of his cock deeper into my throat, I had to fight to keep from gagging. Soon, too soon, I heard Julie say '30 seconds left - better hurry.' Unfortunately Big John was in control of the action and he was in no hurry to stop. So the next time he pushed into my throat, I concentrated on tightening my mouth and throat around his penis. Luckily the added friction was enough to send him over the edge and he began spurting into my mouth. He shot load after load, what seemed like gallons, and I worked to swallow it all. Finally he subsided and pulled out of my mouth. I sighed with relief, as I had passed her first challenge. I didn't know what the penalty for failure would be, but I knew it would be bad. However, while I was relaxing, a final drop of come had formed at the tip of Big John's penis, and, when I finally noticed it, was about to drop to the floor. I lunged forward in an attempt to catch it before it fell, but before I could catch it, Big John stepped back, allowing the drop to fall to the floor. 'Oh! Too bad! You worked so hard and were so close, but I said that you had to swallow every drop. Now you've got to face the penalty. Guys - line up. Each of you gets to whip Michelle 10 times on whatever part of her body you'd like.' The first young man flipped me over and started in on my ass. The first couple of whacks were light (compared to what Julie had done earlier), and Julie said, 'Come on. Put your back into it. If I'm not satisfied, you'll not be getting a piece of Michelle's ass later.' With that incentive, the young man began to whip me much harder. I fought back a scream of pain, but was just about to give in, when he stopped. The next one stepped in and began to ship the sensitive inside of my legs. I thought the pain was becoming unbearable. 'Ooh. Creativity. I like that. You'll get first dibs at Michelle later,' Julie crooned. Again as the pain mounted, I was about to break down when the whipping suddenly stopped. But my respite was short-lived. Within seconds the next in line started working my ass again. I could feel the welts raising on my tender cheeks as he worked me over. The next one stepped in, and then the one after that. I lost count of the number of strokes, as I sobbed in pain into the bedspread. I felt the blood began to drip down my ass crease, as the tender flesh was cut in multiple spots. Finally the beating stopped. 'I don't think you'll disappoint me again, will you Michelle?' asked Julie. All I could do was shake my head. 'Then you're ready for your next challenge. This time, I'll be generous and give you a total of 10 minutes to get the other six young men to come. This will be a true test of your slut skills. Ready, set... Go!' It took me a minute to take this all in. I hadn't recovered from the beating (and likely wouldn't for weeks), and she wanted me to perform like that? But, the fear of another, even worse beating motivated me to get moving. Each of the young men had lined up with his pants and underwear around his ankles. I took one by the hand and pulled him behind me, lining his cock up with my asshole. He took the hint and began to work it into me. I lined one up on each side of me and began jacking them off. The three remaining men I lined up in front and began to blow each of them in turn. I used all the tricks I knew from years of masturbation to get the guys receiving the handjobs to the edge. Within a couple of minutes one of them, the one I thought was the youngest of the group, began to spurt all over the side of my face. I used the free hand to also begin working on one of the men in front of me. As I sucked him, I felt him tense, and in a few seconds he exploded into my mouth. Two down, four to go. 'Just 4 minutes left - better hurry, Michelle,' Julie said. I redoubled my efforts. Soon the other guy getting the handjob, began to twitch and he blew his wad all over the other side of my face. I now used one hand on each of the two remaining guys in front of me, alternating sucking them. Within a minute, one guy came in my mouth, and then in another minute, the other one shot stream after stream of come down my throat. 'One minute left - and just one guy to go,' Julie taunted. The last young man, pumping my ass was a stalwart. I tightened my sphincter around him, pushed back into him trying to bring him off. Despite how loud he moaned, he still would no come. 'Ten seconds, nine, eight, seven, six...' said Julie, counting down the time remaining. Finally I reached back between my legs, one hand massaging his hairy testicles, and one finger circling his asshole. This seemed to work. His moans increased in volume, and I sensed his cock begin to twitch in my ass. 'Five, four, three, two, one...' With a groan, he finally shot his load into my rectum. I had done it. I was surprised to see that at some point during the action, I had come in my panties. 'Excellent work, my dear,' said Julie. 'You have shown some fantastic talents, and I, for one, think you should receive a reward. Big John, show the little slut what she has won,' Big John had removed his pants and his enormous cock was rock hard again. He moved behind me and placed his enormous cock head against my rosebud. Despite being stretched by the previous pounding I had received, my sphincter simply would not stretch open far enough to accommodate that monster. But he kept pushing and pushing, and finally, I felt something rip and he was inside me. But, the pain... the pain... oh my God, the PAIN. I felt like I was being ripped in two (and I probably was). He kept pushing deeper into me, and the pain just kept getting worse and worse. I didn't think I could take any more pain, and he just kept shoving more of his enormous cock into my rear. The pain continued to mount, and finally I felt him begin to pull out. But just when he was about out, he shoved back in even harder, beginning to pound my ass in earnest. The pain was so intense I blacked out - my mind protecting me from the pain my body was experiencing. I was jolted back to consciousness, I don't know how much later, as I was slung over someone's shoulder as I was carried out of Julie's room. The bouncing and the shock brought the pain back with a renewed vigor, and I passed out again. The next thing I knew, I was being tossed onto my bed, and I heard the door slam shut. Chapter 5 - Rising from the Ashes I shifted in and out of consciousness as the pain would wake me up anytime I would move. Sometime later I heard the door open, and footsteps came across the room towards me. 'Oh my God! Michelle, what has happened to you. Who did this to you?' cried Richard, as he came over to the bed and cradled my head in his lap. As he lifted me up, I was able to see more of the damage that had been wrought on my body. As I saw the amount of blood that was staining the sheets, I fainted yet again. I came to a short time later, as Richard was carefully turning me over and applying a cool, numbing lotion to my lacerated buttocks. When he saw the damage that had been done to my asshole, he began to sob. 'My dear Michelle, what monster could do such horrible things to you. If I find out who has done this, I will personally kill them.' He took a washcloth and began to wipe the dried semen from face. 'I've called the ambulance, and they'll be here in minutes,' he said. 'Don't worry. We'll have you taken care of soon. You'll be just fine.' I managed a smile despite the pain, and he leaned in to kiss my forehead. As promised, within minutes the ambulance had arrived, and I was safely ensconced in a hospital room within the hour. Full of painkillers, I fell into a painless sleep. I awoke the next morning, to the sound of shouting outside the door of my hospital room. Amid the screaming, I discerned Richard's voice in angry counterpoint to my wife Julie's harsh tones. Every now and again, I would hear Lady Jane's quiet voice apparently trying to bring calm to the tense situation, but apparently to no avail. Finally, the voices were raised to a crescendo, before I heard two sets of footsteps storming off down the hall. The door opened, and Richard came into the room, eyes still flashing with anger. But, his face brightened when he saw that I was awake. 'Good morning, Michelle! It's good to see you awake and alert after the awful events of last night. How do you feel?' 'Sore, very sore,' I replied. 'But 100% better than last night. I'm still not sure quite what happened.' 'I am,' Richard stated. 'Julie, or Jules as she is asking to be called now, confessed to the whole thing. In fact, I think she is proud of what she did. You should have seen her face, as she recounted with glee every degrading action from last evening. I was appalled and disgusted. To think that she would do such horrific things to a gentle soul such as you, a person she claimed to once love, was impossible for me to contemplate. You should know that I asked her to leave, to get out of Hartley Manor by the end of the day. But, you know what she said? She laughed in my face and told me that she and Jane were together now, and as long as Jane was Lady of the Manor, she wasn't going anywhere. I confronted Jane. I know she's always been bisexual, but I thought she loved me deep down. I gave her an ultimatum - she could either have me and remain Lady Hartley or she could have Julie, I mean Jules, and a divorce. I still can't believe it, but she chose Julie - she actually chose that bitch over me. I told the both of them that I'd have the divorce papers drawn up by the end of the day, and that I wanted both of them gone now. You may have heard them stomping off in a fury just now.' 'I can't believe it,' I said. 'I can't believe Jane would do that to you, and I can't believe my Julie has changed that much to be able to do what she did to me.' 'It's a difficult truth to swallow, but, believe me, it's true,' said Richard. 'But that is much too painful a thing for you to worry about right now. You better get some more sleep, since I believe they're going to have to perform some minor surgery on you to repair the worst of your wounds. Rest up, dear Michelle, and I will stop back soon to check on you.' With that, he leaned in and give me a light kiss on the cheek, and left the room. He was back the next day, and he reported that, despite a terrible argument, Julie and Lady Jane had signed the divorce papers and left the manor. 'I ended up offering them a very equitable settlement,' Richard said. 'Enough so that they can live in comfort for the rest of their lives. I didn't want to give it to them, but it was necessary if I was to obtain this.' Richard reached into a bag and handed me a set of papers. 'What are these?' I asked, not immediately grasping the situation. 'A present for you, my dear,' Richard replied. 'Divorce papers signed by Julie. If you sign them, it will be official - you'll be rid at last of that horrid woman.' I was shocked. The significance of Julie's changes and her betrayal finally sank in. The woman I though had loved me for all those years had changed so dramatically that she had beaten, abused, and humiliated me for her own pleasure. But still, divorcing Julie just seemed so surreal. It's like all this was just a dream, parts wonderful, parts horrific, and if I signed those papers, it would acknowledge that the dream was indeed my current reality. Nevertheless, I took the pen Richard offered and signed where he indicated. When I had signed in the last spot, I let out a quiet sob. Richard leaned in and wrapped his strong arms around me, whispering in my ear that everything would be alright now, that he would protect me. 'I'm terribly sorry, Michelle, for all that you have gone through over the past several weeks. I see now that we took tremendous advantage of you, and that is unforgivable. I have made arrangements so that, if you want, while you are in the hospital, we can reverse most of the bodily changes that you went through recently. You can return to your previous life and try to pick up where you left off. Or, if you would prefer, you can remain as Michelle, and you are welcome to live at Hartley Manor as long as you would like, not as a servant, but as my guest. I will not make any demands of you, and you would be free to come and go as you wish. I will provide you with a very substantial allowance, a new wardrobe, a new car of your own - anything you require. The choice is yours, but before you make that choice, there's something I must tell you. I... I think I'm in love with you. I've never met anyone quite like you. You're beautiful, gentle, loving, caring - all the qualities I look for in a woman and in a partner. Be warned. If you choose to stay as Michelle and reside at Hartley Manor, I plan to woo you and win your heart. But the choice is yours. Sleep on it, and I'll be back tomorrow to receive your answer.' I didn't know what to say. He grabbed my hand and held it for a moment before he left the room. This was a tough choice, one that required some significant thought. The recent events with my wife had soured my outlook somewhat and the thought of forgetting the whole incident ever happened had some appeal. But, as a lifelong crossdresser, it would be very hard to give up what I had evolved into. I would have to give up the body, the experiences, the clothes, the glamour - all of it. Then, I thought of Richard. He complicated the situation yet further. He was a man - how could I allow myself to be wooed by a man, when I still had a man's genitalia - I wasn't gay. Yet, I had to admit to myself, I was, at least in appearance, 99% female, and my feelings were beginning to align with the gender I showed to the world. Richard had been gentle and caring, and he and I had begun to become very close. I had to admit that I was very attracted to him, and the thought of being wooed by him excited butterflies in my stomach. I had made my decision - I couldn't give up being Michelle, and I wanted to be with Richard. I couldn't wait to give him the news, so I called him immediately and told him of my decision, 'Yes! Yes! I want to remain Michelle and stay with you,' I cried into the phone. He sighed heavily through the phone, 'You don't know how afraid I was that I was going to lose you forever. I can't wait to bring you home. I love you Michelle' Chapter 6 - Lady of the Manor The next morning, once the doctor had said I was sufficiently recovered (although my ass was still incredibly sore), Richard was allowed to take me home. He brought me a beautiful pink satin robe to wear for the ride home - since the maid's uniform I had been brought in to the hospital in had been destroyed. When we arrived back at the manor house, he lifted me into his arms and carried me up to, what had previously been Lady Jane's room. 'This will be your new room. It's next to mine, so that if you need anything I will be right at hand, but it also allows you your privacy. Remember - I'm making no demands on you.' I looked for something to change into, but the closets and drawers were all empty. 'What am I to wear - or is this some fiendish plot of yours to make me walk around the house nude,' I asked coquettishly. 'No, nothing like that. My intentions are entirely honorable. Just wait a moment,' Richard said. He went to the door and called into the hall, 'Suzette, will you come here for a moment?' A moment later, a young woman in a demure maid's dress (knee length compared to the ass baring skirts I used to have to wear) came into the room and curtsied to us both. 'Yes, my lord,' she asked. 'Have the representatives from Harrods arrived yet?' Richard asked. 'Yes sir,' she replied. 'They're waiting downstairs. Shall I send them up?' 'Yes, Suzette,' Richard said. She curtsied again and left the room. 'That was just one of the new servants I hired to take care of the manor now - two maids and a butler,' Richard said. 'They have explicit instructions that they are to obey you in all respects. I will not have you acting like a servant any longer. As for something to wear, we'll remedy that shortly. I called Harrod's and asked them to bring out their couturiers with a wide assortment of clothes for you. Beautiful designer clothes appropriate for a beauty such as yourself, and clothes suitable for your station. Staying here with me, you'll be mixing with some of the finest elements of British society, and you'll need appropriate clothes. Pick out as much as you'd like and, if you want something they don't have, let me know and I'll get it for you.' At that moment, a large group of well dressed women and men came into the room. Richard whispered instructions to the woman who appeared to be in charge and left the room. Over the course of the next three hours, I was treated to my own private fashion show. Apparently Richard had given them very detailed measurements of my body, and they pulled out rack after rack of the most beautiful designer clothes - all in my size! I picked out Halston suits, and Dior evening gowns, Dolce & Gabbana and Versace dresses. I noticed that the saleswomen tried to steer me away from anything that was too risque or revealing (like everything I used to wear). I steered away from any pantsuits or pants. I picked out hundreds of outfits from every designer I could name. Then they brought in the racks of shoes - Ferragamo heels, Prada boots. I was in heaven. I took just about one of everything, although my tastes again did not quite agree with those of the saleswomen. I tended to pick out higher heels, nothing shorter than 3" heels, whereas they tried to push me to select shorter, more modest heels. We compromised by getting all of them. Then they brought in woman who very quickly and expertly fitted me for new bras. They provided me with a whole dresser full of bra and panty sets, longline bras, corsets, demi bras, camisoles, slips, some exquisite lingerie, and of course hosiery in every style and color under the sun. After about 4 hours I had assembled a wardrobe that any woman would envy. I took a long bubble bath, picked out a lovely blue satin and lace bra and panty set with matching garter belt, relished the wonderful sensation of putting on a new pair of navy blue silk stockings, selected a beautiful but tasteful slate blue Versace dress and did my makeup - primping in front of the mirror. I had to admit that Michelle had certainly become a beautiful woman. I went downstairs to show Richard my new selections. The new butler, Jones, escorted me into the dining room. Richard's face, upon seeing me, lit up and he nearly ran across the room to greet me. 'You look stunning,' he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. I turned at the last moment so that his lips fell upon mine, and I kissed him back - my lips lingering on his. He looked surprised but pleased. He held my chair out for me as I was seated, and we chatted amiably over a wonderful dinner. After dessert, Richard gestured for the servants to leave the room, and he got up an came around the table towards me. He looked nervous, something I had never seen him do before. 'Ahem, I don't know quite how to approach this. I was going to wait some time, but luck seems to be on my side recently, so - what the hell,' he said. And then he got down on one knee and pulled out of his pocket a jeweler's box and an envelope. He opened the box, exposing a diamond engagement ring that had to be at least 5 carats. 'Michelle, I love you. You have transformed my life in the short time you have been in it, and I can't imagine living without you. Will you marry me?' I was floored. This was the last thing I had expected Richard to do. "But I don't understand.' I stammered. 'How can we marry? I know I don't look it, but I still have some unfeminine parts that, at least in the world's eyes means that I'm a man. I can't marry you. The law will not permit us to marry.' 'Take a look in the envelope,' Richard said. I opened the envelope, and spilled the contents into my lap. There was a British passport that, when I opened it, I discovered was in the name of Michelle Kenston, with my picture. I found a birth certificate in Michelle Kenston's name, a driver's license showing Michelle Kenston with an F for female, a diploma. It was all there - all the documents one might accumulate through your life to prove who they are. 'Money and connections have their advantage,' Richard said. 'As far as the world knows, you will be Michelle Kenston, hopefully soon to become Michelle Hartley. I have created a life for you, with documentation showing the schools you went to (you were head cheerleader of course), the clubs you belonged to, everything you will need to be accepted by society as exactly what you appear to be - a beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman.' I took it all in for a second. I was Michelle Kenston, soon to become Michelle Kenston-Hartley. 'The answer, dear Richard, is yes. Definitely yes!,' I shouted and leaned in to give him a passionate kiss. Epilogue Three months later we were wed in Rochester Cathedral. I wore a magnificent Vivienne Westwood bridal gown, and Richard was resplendent in a tailored tuxedo. The height of British society was there, including the Duke and Duchess of Kent. The ceremony was wonderful, the reception was incredible, and I made certain that the honeymoon was very, very memorable. After that Richard and I settled into a peaceful, but very pleasant lifestyle. We were regulars at all of the society parties (I became close friends with some members of the royal family, and we were now often invited to some of the royal galas. Richard resumed his position in the House of Lords, and I, as his supportive, wife, did everything possible to assure he was happy and sated. Our sex life was wonderful, but... I found that the taint my wife had left on me did not wash off. I found myself, at odd times, contemplating doing some very unladylike things. At times, I found myself almost compelled to act like the slut I had been. I resisted as best as possible, but there were nights that I found myself disguised (wearing the tarty clothes I used to love) in the Gentleman's loo at a nearby pub sucking off a series of men. At times I couldn't control my own actions, and, even in societal situations, found myself acting in ways definitely not appropriate. Let's just say, I became a very popular visitor to the House of Lords. But, I was still very clearly - 'Becoming a Lady'