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Rosie
Part 6
I will not dwell overlong on my experience with Annabelle and Georgie after
leaving Rosie's room. To my relief, their response to my knock, entry,
curtsey to the room, curtsey to Annabelle, reading at the desk, and
Georgie, luxuriating in the bed, together with the prescribed greeting, was
laughter.
Annabelle's greeting was a question as to why I was wearing a pair of
soaked panties over my face. I burbled an explanation about how it was my
fault, that I had asked Miss Maria to wear her panties rather than wash
them, and that I had to wear them all day because I had failed to call Miss
Maria "Miss." Annabelle thought it intriguing. "A Freudian slip, maybe,"
she mused. When I tried to explain that I was confused by Miss Maria and
Miss Molly and Miss Rosie using the word "where" a lot, she cut me short.
"I may need to alter the drug mix a little," she mused.
Annabelle then gave me a medical lecture on hygiene, the operation of the
medical plug and the need to be thoroughly cleansed by an enema every week.
The drug delivery and the waste disposal features of the plug were both
very new, not to say experimental, and I would need daily medical checks to
ensure that there were no problems. Further depilation would also take
place daily until the correct skin tone was achieved and permanent hair
removal established. Medical checks were to take place at 6 every evening.
"But why?" I asked, and felt ashamed of the whine in my voice. "Why are you
doing this?"
"Because it's good for you. And because Rosie wants it."
Georgie was fascinated by my outlandish costume, and quietly muttered to
herself that maybe this was the solution, the way to permanently subjugate
males, to "eliminate men." She also seemed to have overcome her aversion to
physical contact, telling me to bend over so she could feel my buttocks.
The skin treatment had already had an effect, and she commented on how soft
my skin was. After repeatedly running her hands over my cheeks, sometimes
softly, sometimes using her sharp nails to scratch, she lightly tapped the
base of my plug, held firmly as it was under the rubberised thong back.
"Can you feel that?" she asked, not really paying attention to my
stammered, "Yes, Miss Georgie." She repeated the gesture, tapping out a
drumbeat on the plug's base with increasing intensity. I failed to stifle a
moan.
Annabelle looked up from the manual she was reading. "It's interesting,"
she said, "the male anus has significantly more nerve endings than the
female. Nobody knows why. Nothing like as many as the clitoris, of course.
It's almost as if males evolved a second sexual centre as an alternative to
the penis. And it's designed to receive rather than penetrate. Plenty of
scope for reconditioning the male psyche to eliminate a tendency to
dominance. Rosie's definitely onto something there."
Georgie stopped tapping on the base of the plug, to my relief, and
delivered a fine slap to my proffered bum.
"I like it," Georgie declared. "I want to be involved in this plugging and
enema thing."
As Annabelle replied in the affirmative, Georgie moved around to my front.
"Stand up" she ordered. Again she examined me, this time running her
fingers and nails over my corseted cock and balls. Again she and Annabelle
talked about the subject in hand.
"Bound up like this she is rather sweet," said Georgie. "Not a threat at
all. And I think these are very sensitive to pain, no?" So saying, she took
my balls in her hand and squeezed, but not as gently as Rosie had.
Annabelle replied. "Yes it's fascinating that they are much more sensitised
to pain than pleasure. Almost as if Mother Nature was handing us another
mechanism for control. There's an old expression: "Hold a man by the balls,
and his heart and mind will follow."
"I like that too," concluded Georgie. "An instrument for control by women,
not repression by men." With a final squeeze, she let go. As I grunted at
the pain, Georgie looked me in the face, her black eyes dancing with
mischief. "You may go. Do your chores. But this is something I will
investigate further."
It was difficult to curtsey laden down with the tea tray and the girls"
washing, but I managed it, and scurried away rapidly to the relative safety
of the laundry room.
I had hoped for some peace to gather my thoughts, but I only had three
quarters of an hour to put the jodhpurs and blouses in the washing machine,
and to hand wash, blow dry and iron the five bras and four pairs of panties
(I bravely took Maria's off while I set about my work, hoping that no one
would be interested enough to come down and check). I finished all the
ironing with ten minutes to spare.
I thought about relieving myself. I had had an erection for many hours, and
I could feel a constant pain in my swollen balls. Despite the massive
sensual pleasure, my clothes, my genital bondage, the plug nagging away
inside me, the erotic scent of Maria lingering over my face, and the
intense erotic stimulation I had received, I had other, conflicting
emotions. I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since lunchtime yesterday. But more
than that, I was nearly overcome by a sense of dread. What was happening to
me? Why couldn't I fight back against this? I felt weak, helpless. I felt
fear. I started to cry.
The minutes ticked by, and I somehow found the strength to replace Maria's
panties on my face and totter back up the stairs to the sitting room. I
stood quietly outside for the first chime of twelve o'clock, listening at
the door. Annabelle's reasonable tones could just be heard. "Remember the
hormones will be cranking up the emotions...."
"Just the moment to cement our permanent control," hissed Georgie.
At the first bell struck, I knocked and entered the room, curtseyed, then
curtseyed to each in order. "Good afternoon, Miss Rosie," and so on round
the room. Rosie was in the big chair (mine no longer, I guessed), while the
two pairs sat on the two sofas. The others had adopted similar clothing to
Rosie: basque, suspenders, stockings, very high heels and a diaphanous
robe. Each had chosen a different colour, black for Molly, red for Maria,
purple for Georgie. Annabelle wore a white doctors coat over a similar
white ensemble. She stood up and walked over to me, carrying a clipboard.
Even with shorter heels than the others, Annabelle towered over me.
She reached over, and plucked Maria's panties from my face. Panic stricken,
I looked to Rosie and then Maria for approval. Rosie nodded a rather grim
yes, while Maria flashed me a friendly smile. Whatever was going to happen
next, I knew I had a friend there.
Annabelle led me over to a small round stool that had been placed in the
middle of the room and motioned for me to sit. I sat at a lower level than
everyone in the room. Enough the tiny Rosie and Georgie looked down on me.
This was the first time I had sat down since yesterday, since the plug had
been inserted. The little hard stool pressed at the plug's base,
stimulating the nerves, and causing me to emit a little whimper. The act of
sitting also pulled on my rubberised clothes, and for a moment I blissed
out. I felt as if I was going to ejaculate, there and then. I pulled myself
together, looking around to see the five beautiful women looking intently
at me.
Rosie started to speak.
"Nunkie Dwoo. I promised you that we are going to take care of you. And we
will. But that also means that we take charge of you. I promised you that
we would give you a purpose. That purpose should now be pretty clear to
you. It is to serve me. To serve me and the girls. To be a part of our
bigger project."
"This is my plan," Rosie went on, "I have accepted the position of head of
the Law and Gender Studies department at the University, here in town.
Assuming they get the grades, which they will," here Rosie cast a stern
look at Maria and Georgie, "they will all go to the University here too, to
read Psychology and Law." Annabelle has one more year here to complete her
Medical training, as you know. I have offered Molly a paid job as my
personal assistant, which she has accepted."
At this point, Rosie stood up and walked round the room, stopping at each
of the girls in turn, stroking their cheeks, and giving each a meaningful
glance. Their eyes glistened.
"I am proud of you all. You have been my posse. You are my team. You will
be my cadre."
Rosie came to stand over me. She lightly rested her hand on my bald head. I
looked up at her. She was so beautiful, and the passion in her eyes was
sparkling. I would have done anything for her at that point.
"Nunkie, I have asked each of the girls if they would like to move in here
to live. They have all accepted. There will need to be some changes to the
living arrangements, which we'll discuss later."
"Secondly, I have agreed terms with Miss delaCroix to buy the stables.
Since the settlement, we are in a position to reunite the Estate, and that
is what I intend to do. Helene will continue to live in her flat and run
her ballet school in the Orangery, but will give up the riding school.
Molly's mother has agreed to run the stables, and we will be doing up the
Keeper's cottage for Mrs Mooney and Molly's sisters to move in. Won't that
be fun!"
Molly was beaming. She loved her family, and the idea of her sisters living
nearby was a joy to her. Rosie continued.
"My idea is to develop the Estate into a beacon for the world, showing the
benefits of a female led community. The riding and ballet schools will
enable us to foster promising girls, teaching them empowerment and
independence. This will feed into my work at the University, influencing
political and social policy. In due course Bella and Maria can work on the
medical and psychological aspects. Georgie can be my legal assistant until
she qualifies. Maybe in the future we will set up a school here. Let's see
how it goes."
"Which brings me to you, Nunkie. This is to be a Female led community, not
a female only one. But the only males here will always be subservient to
the females. As Georgie says, the end of Men!" Rosie smiled at Georgie, who
dazzled back. "Thank you," she mouthed.
"I had thought of asking you to do the accounts for the two schools and the
estate, as you used to be an accountant. But I promised you a new life. And
numbers was your old life. So your new life will be to blaze a trail for
males. A model, if you will, for the new way."
At that there was some chuckling. "Nunkie Dwoo, a model!" laughed Maria.
"I also thought of offering you the job of Housekeeper, as you seem to
enjoy tidying up after us, cooking and so on." She paused. "And because you
seem to love our underwear so much."
More laughter.
Rosie smiled at the thought. Once again her face became serious.
"But that's probably too much responsibility. Really a job for a woman, and
Molly will be in charge of the management aspects of the household."
"Andrew Douglas, I am formally asking you to accept a position as junior
maid. Reporting to Miss Molly Mooney, but answerable also to all members of
the cadre."
As so often in the past, Rosie's face softened on delivering this cruel
message. She gave me her special smile, as ever unspoken, "Go on, do it for
me. It will be ok."
I was in turmoil. I looked around the room, looking for an answer. I wanted
to please Rosie by not hesitating, but there was some shard of male pride
that held me back. Annabelle, as ever, looked quizzical, non-committal.
Georgie had a tight smile of satisfaction. At least I wasn't reporting to
her. Molly was beaming. Maria was warm, encouraging.
I looked up at Rosie, forcing my face into the biggest smile I could
manage. "Miss Rosie, I would be delighted to do whatever you wish."
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