SISSY WHIPPING BOY by Throne

SISSY WHIPPING BOY

by Throne

I became Prince Argon's whipping boy years ago.  Whenever he misbehaved, it was I who suffered the punishments.  Though he frequently played nasty pranks and otherwise was bad, he was also good at concealing his misdeeds.  As a result, the bare-bottom spankings I suffered took place only once or twice a week.  Even so, I looked forward eagerly to being freed from my lowly status when I reached my eighteenth year.  I had plans.  There was Lovenia, the beauteous girl whose wealthy family had secured her a place as a seamstress in the castle, with the hope that she might marry above her station, something which the law allowed.  I longed to become her paramour once my period of servitude and disgrace ended.  As that time approached, I could not help but notice that the Prince eyed her with ill-disguised lust.  The Queen, Magnificent, had also spied this new interest in her son.  She called him to her chambers, and summoned me as well.  To my surprise, Lovenia was already there, awaiting our arrival.  The royal seamstress was wearing a blouse, the snug fit and low neckline of which highlighted her generous bosom.  Her skirt did not conceal her round protruding bottom.  Those attributes were in strangely erotic contrast to her sweet, full-cheeked face and long, thick honey-colored hair.

After the others were seated and I had taken an appropriate position, standing with my hands at my sides, off in a corner, the Queen spoke to her son.  "Argon, I have not been blind to your interest in young Lovenia."  The girl blushed prettily at those words.  "Such attraction can lead to improper actions, so I have decided to make some changes.  Henceforth, Lovenia shall be a Lady of the Realm, which makes any relationship that grows between the two of you acceptable.  But at the same time, considering your past actions, Argon, I fear you may act incorrectly in new ways, involving the young miss.  Therefore, I am extending the period of Steven's service as your whipping boy.  It was due to conclude at the end of this week, on his eighteenth birthday.  Instead, it shall be extended until his twenty-first birthday, by my decree."

"Well, Mother," the Prince said imperiously, "I hope you don't expect to control me, now that I myself have reached eighteen years, as has Lovenia."

"I will do what I deem necessary.  To start, I will punish you for the way you just spoke to me."  She yanked on a bellpull and a footman appeared instantly.  She told him, "Go to the kitchen and fetch Drusilla, the assistant to the cook."

The perpetually fawning man nodded and hurried away.  He returned moments later with the strapping girl whose presence had been requested.  Drusilla was tall and broadly built, with overly full curves in every place a woman is curvaceous.  Her face was dominated by dark eyes and high cheekbones, set off by long dark hair that was cut in bangs across her broad forehead.  She had on a peasant blouse and long skirt.  The kitchen worker made a deep bow.

"Your Majesty," she inquired respectfully.  "How may I serve you?"

"I require you to discipline Prince Argon.  Of course, as his Royal person may not be struck, the punishment will be inflicted upon his whipping boy, Steven."  She motioned toward me.  "Usually. this action is carried out by one of the maids, but I have decided that, to emphasize my seriousness, it shall be inflicted by one of lower status, such as yourself."

The brawny girl eyed me with interest.  She told the Queen, "I am at your command.  What would you have me do?"

"He is to be spanked harshly.  I wish to make an impression on the Prince of what may result if he acts incorrectly with Lady Lovenia.  Please do not restrain your hand, my dear, as you administer this spanking."

Drusilla's eyes sparkled as she asked, "Shall this spanking be given to Steven's bare bottom?"

"Yes.  He has been spanked with his pants on in the past, but these new circumstances call for a more direct contact between hand and buttocks."

"I fully understand, your Highness," Drusilla agreed, with a devilish expression that gave me cause for concern.

The Queen told her, "You may use yon chair, with its broad seat and tall back."

"Of course," she concurred with a dip of her head, less than the previous bow.

The kitchen girl went to the chair and sat her wide bottom upon it.  She called to me, "Come here, Steven.  I am going to spank you on your uncovered arse."

I was horrified.  Lovenia, the secret love of my heart, had never witnessed any of my suffering.  How was I ever to forge a union with her after she saw my humiliation, especially if it was at the hands of a low-born kitchen helper.  I reluctantly went to where Drusilla waited.

She told me sternly, "Drop your britches, boy."

I felt my face grow warm and knew I was blushing furiously.  To be talked down to by such as her added to my shame.  With no other choice, I unbuttoned and dropped my trousers, which fell to my ankles.  I was still several steps from the chair, so I had to shuffle forward in my hampered state.  From the corner of my eye, Lovenia could be seen looking on with sudden interest.  Argon wore a nasty sneer.  He had never liked or respected me.  Sometimes, in the past, I felt he had done wrong and intentionally allowed himself to be caught, just so I could be punished in his place.

Drusilla looked straight at my male parts, which I knew from seeing other youths, were of less than average size.  Her dark eyebrows rose and she smirked at my penile shortcomings.  Then the husky girl patted her wide firm thighs.  I draped myself across them, stimulated against my will by the close contact.  Instead of beginning the spanking at once, she laid a hand idly on my bared bottom and left it there.

Unnecessarily, she observed, "What a plump spank-inviting backside."  She even dared to give one buttock a bold squeeze.  I could smell the scents of the kitchen upon her.  Of the Queen she inquired, "How many swats shall I give this insolent lad?"

"I hadn't considered that," she mused.  "Perhaps twenty."

"If twenty is good," Drusilla offered, "forty is twice as good."  She added, "If I may say so, Your Highness."

"I like the way you think, girl," Magnificent told her.  "Forty it shall be.  After all, my purpose is to strongly impress upon Argon what shall result if he behaves wrongly with Lovenia."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Suddenly, Drusilla's hand went up and came down with terrible force, much more than I was accustomed to from the polite maids.  In spite of my self, I yowled at the burst of pain.  My feet kicked and my hands gripped the legs of the chair.  The girl was relentless and without mercy.  She inflicted terrible discomfort that kept me hollering, unable to catch my breath.  As Lovenia had never seen me perform my duty before, she would likely imagine that I had always reacted with such a lack of toughness.  By the end I was a squalling wreck, my posterior subject to an unquenchable fire.  I hung limply across the girl's lap, panting, as she kept me in place with one hand on the small of my back.

"Well," said the Queen to her son.  "What did you think of that, Argon?"

I raised my eyes to see him, with Lovenia sitting so close by his side on a claw-footed couch.  He told her, "I need more clarification as to the limits you expect me to respect, mother.  For instance," he said, putting an arm around Lovenia's fair shoulders and drawing her near, "what if I did this?"  He planted a passionate kiss on the lips that I had so longed to possess for myself.  To my dismay, the fair lass did not pull away or otherwise reject him.  He parted from her and wished to know, "Would that be unacceptable?"

"I cannot expect two young people to never kiss," she allowed.  "But what I just saw was too intense.  In fact, I wish to impress upon you my displeasure with such a display.  Therefore, your whipping boy will be given another ten spanks."

Drusilla mentioned, "If ten is good..."

The Queen laughed in a good-natured way, and finished with, "... then twenty is better."   She pursed her lips before deciding, "You certainly have an understanding of what must be done, girl.  And a strong arm with which to do it.  Therefore, I hereby declare you to be The Royal Administer of Punishment to Prince Argon, all such punishments to be given to his whipping boy, one Steven by name.  I also give you free rein to decide upon and give such spankings as you may deem necessary in my absence."  To her wayward son she said, "I pray that seeing Steven's suffering on your behalf will change your ways, Argon."

"I shall watch Steven received my discipline with close attention and great interest.  If you so permit, mother dearest, I will also require Lady Lovenia to share those moments with me, so that she may better understand the situation and perhaps offer her own thoughts on what must be done to my humble surrogate."

The Queen's usually unlined brow was furrowed for a brief moment.  She declared, "This I shall allow.  Drusilla's duties in the kitchen will be reduced and she will be available to your whenever needed.  I have spoken."

To hear all that left me stunned.  Drusilla thanked the Queen and said that she was ready to perform the next phase of Argon's punishment, if that was acceptable to the royal personage.

The Queen's voice was thickened by some new emotion that I could not at that time put a name to, when she said, "You may proceed, Drusilla.  I believe the count was two dozen."

Even though four additional spanks had been added, very unfairly to my mind, the girl over whose warm lap I lay agreed.  "Yes, Your Highness.  Twenty-four and, as I understand matters, more to be added by my new authority, if needed."

"Indeed," the woman in control stated.  "You must not show weakness in your dealings with my son.  He must learn proper behavior, no matter now extreme the cost in pain."

But it was I, rather than Argon, who was about to suffer.  Drusilla gave my already blazing cheeks each a hard pinch before she began the added spanking.  She seemed further unleashed by the Queen's added declarations and the new authority over me that had been granted.  After two blows she had me shedding tears, which I had never done when the less capable maids had spanked me.  I squirmed and wailed, with my nose running and my mind in disorder.  Through my tears I saw Lovenia lean forward with intense interest, Argon's hand caressing the back of her neck, under her streaming hair.  I was heartbroken and suffering drastically at the same time.  By the last spank -- I believe she lost count and added two more to the total, but was too distracted to be certain -- I was blubbering.  Even so, I silently vowed to find a way through it all and somehow win Lovenia to my side.  Seeing her with Argon was unthinkable.

Over the next few days, with no additional hand-whippings given, I allowed my hopes to rise.  Then came my birthday.  Instead of the freedom I had happily anticipated, I had to begin an additional three years of servitude.  Just my luck, Argon dared to embrace Lovenia, kiss her hard upon the mouth, and even paw her bottom through the thin dress which she wore at the time, and to do it in front of members of the court.  They expressed their shock and word was passed along to Magnificent, who in turn summoned Drusilla.  We all convened in the Queen's chambers as before.  A dark cloud of dread hung over me.  I consoled myself that at least my predicament could grow no worse, but how wrong I was in that belief.

The Queen told Argon angrily, "Such a display as you made is highly irregular.  Can you not see how uncomfortable it must have been for Lovenia?  I only wish there was some way for you to perceive the feelings of a female when you do such a thing."

Drusilla, now in a fresh blouse and skirt, her hair pulled back into a single braid, cautiously raised her hand.  "Ma'am?"

"Yes, girl," the Queen said with a welcoming smile.  "I appreciate your thoughts, which seem to instinctively understand my dilemma with Argon."

"If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion..."

"Please do, my dear."

"Were the Prince to be put into the role of a girl, that would surely impress upon him how one would feel to be ogled and handled by men."

"True," the Queen concurred, "yet even I could not subject him to such disgrace and..."  She paused.  "But now I understand.  Steven would be the one to appear as a girl."

"Yes," Drusilla encouraged.  "And Argon would no doubt view the extremity of the whipping boy's mortification and benefit from the same."  She licked her lips and finished with, "Though I might be forced to keep Steven in that role for an extended period, to drive home the many lessons which it could impart to the Prince."

"You are wise beyond your years," Magnificent pronounced.  "I put you in special charge of the whipping boy until further notice.  In the kitchen you shall only supervise and not have to labor."  To her son she said, "And you, my dear, will be obligated to witness Steven's altered role, so that you may be educated by what transpires, so touched by what he must endure that you will learn how to properly treat Lady Lovenia."

"You speak well, mother," he praised.  "I shall observe the whipping boy's experiences with close attention."

Lovenia enthused, "As shall I... with your permission, Your Highness."

"Thus it must be," said the Queen, her words sealing my fate for a period of I knew not how long.

The girl beside Argon, the sweet one I longed to call my own, offered, "If I may make one suggestion, Your Highness."

In a more relaxed tone, the Queen allowed, "Please do so, my dear, as you are so intimately involved in this drama which will be played out in the days and months to come."

"To enhance Steven's new self, would it not be appropriate to address him by some less manly name.  Perhaps... Steffie."

The Queen clapped joyfully.  "Excellent.  By royal decree, I hereby change the whipping boy's name from Steven to Steffanie or, as you say, Steffie.  I also change his title from whipping boy to whipping girl."

She laughed at her own cleverness.  The others joined her.   Drusilla kneaded my throbbing bottom.

The kitchen girl hissed at me, "Welcome to your new life, Steffanie."

By the end of the day a wardrobe had been gathered for me from various shops in the town.  Because the clothes were to be worn by myself, their cost was garnished from my savings.  When my parents had left on an extended tour years before, leaving me as the personal assistant to Prince Argon, they had established an account for me with the Royal Finance Officer.  Now that money was to be unavailable to me and go, instead, toward the costs of my new identity and other expenses that might be caused by purchases made on my behalf by Drusilla.  My mother and father had not known that my position would be changed from assistant to whipping boy, on a whim of the Queen.  Now, I could only hope that they would never learn it had been further altered, making me the whipping girl.

That very evening my new appearance was achieved.  The Royal Barber was summoned to shave my entire body, denuding me off all hair below the eyebrows.  To add to my shame, he had a female assistant perform the task that so demeaned me.  The Royal Physician was called in to apply certain exotic imported herbs to the shaved areas, which he assured everyone would prevent the removed hair from reappearing.  He was a wizened figure and allowed his hands to linger longer than needed, in my opinion, on the most private parts of myself.  I was dressed in silk stockings, held up by garters that descended from a corset.  That latter garment was tightened by Drusilla, whose considerable strength allowed her to compress my middle until I could only bend from the hips and had to take my breaths slowly.  The garment pushed up the skin of my chest to form what might be mistaken for budding breasts.  Drusilla herself applied make-up to my face, including powder, rouge, a darkening agent drawn onto my eyebrows (after she plucked them thinner), and bright redness to my lips.  The end effect, I discovered when I was stood in front of a mirror, was to make me resemble a trollop.

I asked in a small voice, "Where is the rest of what I will be wearing?"

Drusilla gleefully told me, "This will be all you are given for now.  After all, we want you to understand the shame that can come with being a vulnerable girl.  Now let me do something with those golden locks of yours."

She pulled my hair, which normally fell almost to my shoulders in a pageboy cut, into two tails at the sides of my head, which were held there with pink ribbons, the color chosen to match the rest of my unwanted outfit.  Argon and Lovenia watched all of this with rapt interest.  They fell to kissing each other, as if inflamed by my disgrace.  In the end, the former kitchen girl announced that Argon must be punished for how ardently he was kissing and touching Lovenia.  She failed to mention that the girl I adored was returning his heated attentions with similar actions of her own.  Thus, it was that I found myself ordered across Drusilla's sturdy lap for a second time.  With great reluctance I put myself there, my uncovered posterior uppermost.  As the Prince's proxy, I would be the one to endure his discipline.  The young lovers came close to observe my vulnerable state.

Argon said, with a sneer in his voice, "This girly boy seems well suited for her new role.  Perhaps she has always longed to be put into such a situation.  Lovenia, feel her bottom and tell me if it is as soft and feminine as it appears."

I turned my head, hoping that the love of my life would not stoop to such an act.  I saw her take a deep breath, her eyes glazed with unnatural lust.  Oh, what a state the Prince had lowered that innocent girl into.  In my heart I felt sure she did not wish to see me disgraced thusly, yet she played along with it to please him.  I could only assume she saw no alternative.  Her performance was so authentic that it would be easy for anyone seeing her to be totally convinced that she actually wished to see me suffer and be disciplined, and that if added to the fires of the lust she seemed to have for Argon, though I told myself that could not be true.  The nubile beauty did indeed palm and palp my nether cheeks, perhaps more than was required.

She told Argon, "It is as you surmised, Sir.  Steffie's bottom is like a girl's, soft and warm as freshly baked bread."

To my shock, Drusilla reached into the folds of her billowing skirt and produced a wooden paddle, wide and with penny-coin-sized holes drilled through its surface.  She gripped its narrow handle and brandished it over my fully accessible rump, even rubbing its flat striking area against my smooth hairless skin back there, as well as along the rears of both thighs.  My only consolation was the belief that Lovenia was privately concerned about me and hoping desperately for my release.  Surely, in her secret heart, there could be no sadistic feelings toward me, despite the outward appearance she assumed.

Drusilla raised the paddle high and hesitated, not through indecision, I intuited, but to add extra seconds to my mounting anxiety.  A shudder ran through my nearly naked body.  The corset constricted me painfully.  My ends of my ponytails drooped and tickled my cheeks.  I promised myself that I would not be driven to tears in front of Lady Lovenia again, though the paddle Drusilla wielded was formidable and fearsome.  She brought it down with violent force.  There was a loud smack, accompanied by my own wild, high-pitched cry.

The one-time kitchen girl told me, "I like hearing your voice so high.  Be sure to keep it that way henceforth, after this spanking is done.  Should I ever hear you speaking in a masculine voice, be assured that you will regret it deeply."  She closed her thick fingers around my testicles and, giving those nuggets a powerful squeeze that made me shriek, asked, "Do you understand?"

In a soft whisper of a voice, I told her, "Yes, Ma'am.  I understand.  From this moment on I shall sound like the girl I resemble."

"You must also move and gesture and sit like a proper girl, Steffanie.  Any signs of maleness must be erased."  She punctuated those words with an even more agonizing tightening of her strong fingers around my nuts.  "Yes?"

"Yes," I gasped.  "Yes, Ma'am."

"And naturally you will always address me in such a respectful manner."

Without thinking, I blurted out, "But until recently you were only a lowly kitchen girl."

That earned me three blistering strokes of the paddle on my upturned rear.  I screamed and convulsed but she still gripped my scrotum, so that all I accomplished was to further hurt myself.  At last, I settled down.

With new subservience I told her, "I will always address you properly, Ma'am, as your new position and your absolute authority demand."

She smacked my ass with the paddle twice more and then made me repeat my pledge of fealty, while Argon and Lovenia listened.  I glanced at them and he had his hand improperly on her thigh, to which she made no protest.  I was stricken by wrenching jealousy.  He was again misleading dear Lovenia, taking her further from my possible embrace.  They kissed and she gave every appearance of being thrilled by it.  What a consummate​ actress she had been forced to become.  I felt so bad for her.  Then my attention was refocused on my own plight, as Drusilla delivered several more stinging blows to my unprotected posterior.  It was as if the corset was cutting me in half.  She kept up the rain of blows until I was a sobbing depleted ruin.  She stopped and I hung limply over her lap.  Then she wanted me to stand but, to my shame, I required her assistance to regain my feet.  I stood there trembling, my knees weak, taking keep shuddering breaths.

Suddenly Lovenia pointed at me, her eyes wide and pretty mouth opened.  "Look, Argon.  The whipping girl is excited by what happened to her."

I turned my eyes down to where she indicated and was astonished to see that my member was standing up at full hardness, as if to salute the three watchers.  How could that be, after I had been put into feminine dress, with my face and hair to match, and just then spanked so hard that hot tears still stained my face, which I was certain was flushed deep pink.

"His tool is stiff," Argon stated bluntly.  "But it didn't get much bigger, now did it?"

Lovenia chuckled.  "No.  I fear he could never properly satisfy any girl with what little he has between his smooth hairless legs."

Drusilla rose and checked what they were commenting on.  She huffed disapprovingly.  "I shall have to speak to the local metalworkers, or perhaps a jeweler, to provide some solution to your errant manhood, though that is too generous a term for such an insignificant organ."  She flicked at my erection with a fast-moving finger, making me yip.  "And the cost of whatever device I must commission will, as with any other purchases I make for such reasons, be deducted from your accounts."

As much as I tried to will away that shameful hardness, it refused to soften.  I was made to stand there until it finally wilted.  Drusilla determined that I must not be allowed to touch myself there, and so bound my hands behind my back with a leather strap she happened to have with her.

"Now," she stated, "I will attempt to teach you to control your urges."  Argon and Lovenia watched attentively as she brought up her hands.  "Let me begin thusly."

The big girl's fingers went to my nipples, which were above the corset's top, the flesh there made to protrude by the design and tight fit of the garment.  She lightly touched those twin nibs, sending strong currents of sexual energy through my system.  It immediately brought my sagging member back to full rigidity.  I moaned with need and bucked my hips without wanting to.

"This is worse than I thought.  It will be less simple for you to fulfill your position as whipping girl while you are so unable to regulate your desires.  I will have to give you lessons like this daily, to enable you to manage your disobedient fingerling, small though it is."

As she continued her maddening ministrations, I mewed nonstop, desperate for some culmination of her touching, the release that it should have ended with.  Instead, she trailed her fingertips lightly over my face and ears and neck, as if she were my lover inviting me to her bed.  I quivered all over.  When I clenched shut my eyes, she ordered me to open them.  Then Drusilla startled me by pulling down the loose front of her blouse, baring her quite large breasts, which had prominent, dark-pink nipples encircled by wide halos in a lighter shade of the same hue.  My mouth hung open and my tongue protruded.  I could not stop gawking at her overpowering bosom.  She lifted those twin orbs like an offering, squeezed them to make the pale skin swell between her fingers, and then toyed with the nipples to make them stiff.  She even raised each teat far enough that she could fasten her mouth upon the nipples one at a time and suckle herself.  It was weirdly erotic and had me panting.  My arousal was so intense that it hurt.  My ball sac was drawn up tight.  When she resumed fingering my chest I squealed.

She cautioned me, "You are not making a sufficient effort, Steffie."

"I am trying most assiduously, my Lady," I replied with respect, remembering to keep my voice high and airy.

"Do try harder, girl," she said warningly.

Upon those words, she wet her fingertips in her mouth, sucking on them suggestively before removing them, after which she reapplied them to my receptive nipples, causing me yet more mental distress as I struggled futilely to unstiffen my rampant organ.  The pair who watched us became locked in a tight embrace with their mouths sealed together.  I could tell that they were kissing in the French manner, swirling their tongues over each other, heedless of my presence.  At long last, Drusilla ceased her efforts to condition me to regulate my lust.  I stood there in my shameful garb, all aquiver, trying to slow my breathing, for the entire while it took before I grew flaccid.

Drusilla said, "Maybe your insignificant male part gets so hard to try to compensate for being so small."

Lovenia tittered.  Argon stroked her arm and his hand brushed the side of her desirable breast.

My days went on like that, filled with endless punishments and embarrassments.  I was always made to resemble a female.  My ability to display the proper gestures and gait became more practiced and proficient.  Some of the young pages snickered as they eyed me with unnatural interest.  Perhaps the worst of it all was to have to see Lovenia with Argon, as she bravely kept appearing to enjoy and even reciprocate his avid attentions.  Because I was less active, my muscles began to soften.  With her elevated status in the kitchen, Drusilla ordered a special diet for me, heavily weighted with rich foods, custards and pastries, that began to add weight to my small frame.  She was pleased when my bottom grew noticeably fuller.  More significant for me and my feminine appearance, my chest softened and expanded.  The increased dimensions were not great but, in those cleverly designed corsets that were so often part of my attire, I gave the impression of having the swelling breasts of a girl newly of marriageable age.  They would send me on menial errands about the castle, so that others could view me in my unmanly role.  The story circulated that I preferred to appear that way and the Queen was being considerate to allow me to act out my unusual desires.  The only advantage was that, when I was going to circulate around the sprawling estate, I was given something to cover my private regions, lest some stranger see them exposed.  Some days it would be underpants, similar to what trollops wear to entice their customers.  Other times it was pantaloons.  Those covered my legs as well, but always laced up the backside, and the laces were never fully tightened, so that peeks at my increasingly plump nether regions were always available.  Whenever I had to speak with anyone, they could not help but be aware of him thin piping voice.

Then came the day when the Queen, her son, and his constant female companion were having tea, and a confession was made.  That morning I had been given new items to wear, which included an abbreviated top that left my midriff bare, and pantaloons whose puffy legs ended just below my knees.  I also wore women's shoes that included low heels, just high enough to make walking in them slightly difficult, which helped to remind me to display mincing feminine steps.  Drusilla mentioned that as I became adept at walking in them, she would advance me to higher heels.  The four principles were enjoying their hot beverage and nibbling on small cakes.  I had to stand out of the way, holding a plate of cream-filled pastries, all of which I was expected to consume, which would only add to my weight gain.

Lovenia gently cleared her throat and said, "Your Majesty, I have something which I must admit to you.  Along with our mere hugging and kissing, I performed an act upon Argon of which you must be informed.  I used my mouth upon his mighty cod, to give him pleasure, and swallowed the generous results of that union."

"Oh my," expostulated the Queen.  "That is well worth noting.  I will not blame you, my dear, as I know you to be a good child.  However, my son must be made to understand how performing such a perversion affects a girl.  Therefore, he will have to watch as Steffanie is made to re-enact that episode."

Did my ears deceive me?  Was she intent on causing me to act like a common whore?  I knew the truth of it when she used to bell-pull to summon her footman.

She told him, "You must have Rogar, the blacksmith, come here at once.  He should be ideal for my purposes."

I had a mental picture of that hulking giant of a man, with his untamed beard, wearing his leather apron and smelling like the very furnaces of Hell from working with fire and treading in ashes.  They sipped tea until, all too soon for me, he appeared, looking abashed, with his leather cap held before him in both oversized hands.

"Your Majesty, Ma'am," he began uncertainly.  "How may I be of service?"

"Welcome to my private quarters," she greeted him cheerily.  "I have need of you for a special job.  Please relax and attend to my words.  Talk has circulated that you sometimes enjoy the company of effeminate young men, and take advantage of their special talents."

His wide shoulders lowered slightly, as if he was a bull that decided not to charge.  He said, "Yes, your royalty, that is so."  His mood lightened as he went on, "They're so soft and nice to touch.  Then there's those special ways they have, like you said."  He licked his lips hungrily.  "And all that."

"Steffie," she called to me.  "Come and meet this gentleman.  See if you are to his liking."

I set aside my empty tray and stepped out of my semi-secluded spot, so he could get his first look at me.  Rogar's dark eyes went wide.  He appeared ready to seize me and do his worst, right then and there.  Instead, with admirable restraint, he approached me slowly.  He replaced his hat on his head and his bear-paw hands settled on my shoulders as he peered into my eyes.

Turning his grimed bearded visage back toward Magnificent, he surmised, "This one looks like a sissy, but he don't seem like he like he truely is one."  He thought for a second before appending, "If you don't mind me saying so."

"Indeed," she confirmed.  "But she wants to be one, in full, and we're helping her to achieve that goal, as people should follow their true natures."

"That's a truth," the fearsome figure said with a nod.  "I'll do my best if you'll say how it is I can assist."

"This sissy, as you so accurately call her, has never had a man's organ of regeneration.  She had never tasted the essence that from this organ comes, though she longs to have it on her tongue.  So, good sir, if you are willing, and don't mind us observing, which we need to do for purposes of helping the fragile flower of a girl achieve her dream, we would appreciate it if you would..."

He looked serious as he completed her sentence with, "... get her sissy mouth all over my hammer and fire a load into her tummy."

"Yes," she congratulated with an approving smile.  "That's exactly what the sissy needs."

He looked down at me from his superior height and grinned wolfishly, discolored teeth showing from between the thick mustache and dense beard.  "I can do that.  In fact, your supremeness, I'd be happy to oblige."  He licked his lips, leaving them wet and glistening.  Without being told to, he took off his apron and set it aside on the floor.  The big man unbuttoned his fly and leered down at me.

"Go on now, Steffie.  Take it out of my pants.  You know it's what you want.  A nice thick sausage that you can get your pretty lips around."

My heart sank.  This was actually happening, and with Lovenia right there in the room.  I trembled.  Rogar put his hands on my narrow shoulders again, but this time it was to force me slowly down onto my knees before him.  His long arm reached down and he diddled my exposed nipples, one and then the other, which started me breathing faster, sending him signals that I did not intend.  I parted the halves of his loose pants and got one hand inside the fly.  What I came into contact with nearly made me swallow my tongue in astonishment.  It was so thick and, I found as I explored its length with my fingers, exceptionally long.  I freed it and saw what was hanging down between his parted legs.  The man's use of the term 'hammer' to describe it was not amiss, especially considering the heavy knob at its end.  I took it gingerly with both hands and, replaying mentally what I had long wished to have Lovenia do to me, coaxed it into full engorgement, not that it required much coaxing.  I was confronted with a massive cock, more than I could encircle with the fingers of one hand, the swollen plum of a head darker than the shaft, the latter well supplied with thick veins.  From the slit at its end a drop of clear fluid emerged.

Rogar growled, "What are you waiting for, sissy?  Lick up that drip before it falls."

I extended my tongue reluctantly and lapped up the growing droplet.  It was thick, with a saltiness to it.  Then I ran my tongue over the underside of that fat knob.  He sighed, so I did it again several times.  His size and obvious strength made me fearful of displeasing him.  If I had to maintain the pretense that I somehow enjoyed this degrading act, that was what I would have to do, much as it revulsed me.  I angled his rod upward, so I could dip my head down and run my tongue along the seam on its bottom, from the root to the wide rim around the head.  Then, falling under the spell of what was expected of me, knowing that there was no way to avoid it, I ran my tongue around the corona and then, with my stomach lurching, got the entire end into my mouth.  I sucked hard, which made my guts churn, but kept doing it.  Rogar took a double-handful of my hair, which I hadn't been allowed to have cut, and held on just tightly enough to remind me that I had better not stop or even slow down.  I got as much of his enviable length into my mouth as I could before it made me gag.  He was so much larger than me.  What I had been told before, about my penis size making it difficult if not impossible for me to satisfy a woman, came back to me.  My love was so near and yet so far away.  She was witnessing me as I worshipped the blacksmith's impressive cock, my head bobbing on it.  I gripped the portion that I could not accommodate with my mouth and stroked it slowly.

He snarled at me, "Not too fast, girl.  Don't rush me."  Rogar seemed oblivious to the presence of royalty.  His mind was concentrated on that overgrown appendage and my obedient mouth.  I gently massaged his heavy stones.  He told me, "Give them a kiss, Steffie."

Hating what I had to do, I nevertheless pressed my lips repeatedly to his scrotum and even licked its hairy fullness.  On an inspiration, still desperate to keep him contented, I managed to get the entire sac into my mouth, so I could suction it cautiously.

"Damnation," he said in wonder.  "I surely never had no sissy or even no slut do that.  This one here is a keeper."

After that I resumed sucking him.  His breathing accelerated and I knew he was approaching his finish.  As much as I didn't want him to erupt into my mouth, that was the inevitable conclusion of the act, so I might as well get it over with sooner rather than later.  My pumping hand gave a few rapid tugs, my mouth worked on just that head of his Johnson, and he cooperatively spurted out gouts of spunk.  I had to struggled to swallow it fast enough, and even then some escaped from the corner of my busy mouth.  His orgasm gradually subsided.  I milked out the final drops of his spend and forced myself to ingest it, sickened though I was.  It would be so much more difficult after this to take Lovenia away from Argon and win her for my own.  I allowed the softening organ to slip free in stages, then showered it with kisses, as if in thanks for being allowed to fellate it.

"That was quite fine," Rogar commended.  "With more practice she will soon be a full sissy."

"We thank you," Magnificent said in her queenly voice.  "And hope you will make yourself available for repeat performances."

"You mean to have her suck me off again?   Yes, Ma'am.  I mean, Queen Ma'am."  He took a recuperating breath after his exertions.  "What would be extra nice would be if you could dress the sissy up like a harem boy.  You know, with black stuff around his eyes and them pajamas you can see right through.  I mean, he looks fine like he is, but that harem thing would be something I would long to see.  If you could do it.  Ma'am."

"I am sure that can be arranged, good sir.  On your way out my footman will award you a gratuity."

"I was just doing my duty for the kingdom and all, but thank you much for that, too."

After he was gone, Argon said, "Speaking of the kingdom, where is my absentminded father?"

"He's with his dusty old books again, in that cluttered library of his.  But don't worry about me.  I gain much distraction from aloneness when I consult with my astrologer.  And my construction foreman.  As well as several of the stableboys."

Argon laughed his understanding.  "Maybe it is you who needs a whipping girl."

"I am the Queen, dear boy, and therefore can do what I wish with impunity.  Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law, at least for me.  In your case, however, I hope you have been sensitized to Lovenia's tender emotions."

"Most certainly I have, mother.  Though I feel there will be many more such lessons required."

"I understand, son."  The three of them exchanged glances that hinted at hidden meanings, though I couldn't be sure.

Argon told her, "Lovenia and I must retire to my chambers to discuss what has just been shown to us.  We will take Steffie, in case we need to consult with her about how sucking that enormous cod made her feel."  To me he said, "Come along, sissy.  Lovenia and I are very eager to begin... our discussion, that is."

With Rogar's spunk still coating my tongue, I followed them to his chambers, where a great canopied bed waited between walls hung with tapestries that depicted scenes of sexual abandon.  Argon directed me to step into a large wardrobe, which surprisingly was empty.  He closed the door and I heard a lock click shut.  Very soon after that I heard Lovenia giggling and him speaking to her in a lowered voice.  That was shortly followed by the unmistakable sounds of abandoned animalistic rutting.  The poor girl.  How she must be suffering.  And yet she found the presence of mind to call out in ecstasy, to praise his performance, and even to denigrate me, with special attention to what she referred to as my 'little white mouse of a dick'.  Her demonstration of inner willpower made her all the more appealing to me.  I looked forward to the day when she would be mine.

Though many of the punishments I bore for the Prince were spankings and paddlings from Drusilla, there were exceptions.  One was especially unsettling.  I was taken to a room below the main castle.  One look told me it was a combination dungeon and torture chamber.  There was a wooden frame to which Drusilla attached me, cuffing my wrists above my head while Argon and Lovenia followed her progress closely.  Then the big girl produced a basket in which waited several lengths of bamboo.  She described how they had been included with a shipment of spices, at her request.  Then she surprised me by handing one to Lovenia.

"Take this, dear," she advised the girl of my dreams.  "After all, it is you who are such an integral part of this drama which is playing itself out, as it is you who Argon must learn to be more feeling toward."

"Oh, he feels me very well already."

Drusilla chuckled.  She went on, "Even so, it is important that you use this cane on the whipping girl's bottom.  And perhaps the backs of her thighs.  And wherever else you please.  Even though it may distress you to make her holler and to strain at her bonds."

"I do not know if 'distress' is the correct word but we can discuss that later.  Right now -- as much as I do not wish to do it," she added with what sounded like levity, "-- I understand what you are saying and will therefore make myself use this bamboo on Steffie."  She came near enough to tap the length of imported wood against my buttocks.  "Mmmm.  His tail end is getting so soft and shapely, like a girl's.  And those little teats you have given him with that special diet," she added dreamily.  "I can't wait for Rogar to see her in that harem boy costume, as soon as the seamstresses complete it."

"But for now," Drusilla suggested, "our attention must center on her backside and associated regions."

Lovenia chortled, putting on an admirably convincing act, I told myself.  She swished the rod through the air several times, as if getting her range.  She even set it across both my nether cheeks, as if to be sure she could strike them simultaneously.  My future love was filling her role as believably as any female star of the stage could do.  Then she pulled back her arm and swung hard.  It was as if the bamboo was slicing into my bottom.  I wailed most piteously and yanked at my cuffs.  Instead of taking mercy on me, she did not relent.  The rod struck again and again, making me dance wildly, at several points even swinging from my bonds.  I believed it could not get any worse.  That thought lasted only until she let me settle down and then targeted the backs of my thighs, where there was less padding than on my rear.  I shrieked.  When I fell silent, I was horrified to hear her cackle.  Then she and Argon stepped in front of me.  They embraced and kissed ardently, their hands roaming all over each other.  The two of them ground their pubic areas together.  I was dizzyingly confused by Lovenia's seeming joy in my suffering, along with her obvious sexual frenzy.  What had the Prince done to her?

While I was still hanging limply from the cuffs, Drusilla approached with something small in her hands.  "It took the silversmith some time to craft this but to me it was worth the wait... and the considerable sum it cost you."  The object was some sort of small cage, whose purpose I could not divine.  After my beating, my penis was flaccid.  She fitted a ring over my genitals, passing each ball through it separately.  Then she fitted the rest of the device over my shrunken member.  There were matched loops on the two parts, through which she passed a simple padlock.  When she clicked it shut, I had a sickened sensation.  Without the key there would be no way for me to remove the damnable woven metal.  My tool would not be able to become hard.

She jested, "What you have growing there is too tiny to be of any use, so why not simply put it in a cage and be done with it?"  The former kitchen girl stepped close to tease my responsive nipples.  It was uncomfortable when I tried to become rigid.  "What's the matter, Steffie?  Can't your silly little plaything grow any larger than its smallest size?"

Argon and Lovenia joined in with her taunts, calling my member a joke and mistake of nature.  I was already crying from the bamboo's bite.  Now fresh tears flowed from sheer humiliation, as well as the frustration of arousal without release.

The cosmetics on my face were sometimes used to create different looks.  One day I might resemble a geisha, and the next a yellow parrot, complete with a beak that tied on. My costumes changed as well.  On occasion I might resemble a princess, in a flowing diaphanous gown, with nothing under it.  Or else I could be made to look like one of the male actors who played female parts in dramas and comedies, with a powdered wig and elaborate dress.

My visits to the dungeon became frequent, with Lovenia always made to participate in my shame and suffering.  Argon caused a leather suit to be produced, into which I was sewn.  It had a pig's tail behind and I was made to crawl about his bedroom, grunting and snuffling, as if searching for truffles.  But what I was actually tasked with finding were my beloved Lovenia's discarded underthings, that I then had to retain in my mouth.  The scents of flavors of her body drove me to distraction, while the crushingly tight restrainer on my manhood tormented me.

Then came the day when I was given my harem boy outfit, to be put on me by several maids.  They found it exceptionally funny to be dressing a boy in such girlish attire.  It consisted of a top with long puffy sleeves but nothing to cover my midriff.  The pants were loose but gathered at the ankles.  All of this was of a gauzy pink material that was almost transparent.  My chastity device was plain to see.  There were also delicate slippers with curled-up toes.  As if all that was not terrible enough, I had to wear slender bracelets that jangled together, a narrow metal collar, and large hoop earrings.  As Rogar had requested, there was kohl around my eyes, with upswept tails at the outer corners.  My lips were darkly reddened.  One of the maids even dyed my hair black for the occasion.  She and the others all wished me well with my 'new Master'.

Drusilla appeared and led me to a small room, the floor of which had been covered with large pillows that had tassels at their corners.  There was a low divan (?) upon which Argon and Lovenia reclined.  He was dressed as an emir and she as his serving girl.  It hurt me to see her in such revealing clothes.  I was shown to one particularly large pillow, more than sufficient for me to kneel upon.  Thus arranged, with the perfume of incense in the air, my body hair having not returned, I waited nervously.  Rogar appeared.  On his head was a tall turban.  Other than that, he was naked, his terrible member swinging with each step.  He leered at me.  I hated for Lovenia to have to see him.  The blacksmith knelt alongside me and stroked my flank (?).  He was like a grinning ogre.  Touching me caused him to become aroused.  He rubbed his massive organ against my face.

"Open that pretty mouth, girl," he ordered.  There was garlic on his breath.

I parted my lips as wide as I could.  When he inserted the knob of his cock, Lovenia sighed loudly.  Argon laughed nastily.  Glancing toward them, I saw a breach in the silken curtain behind their love couch.  Someone was there.  It might have been the queen.  I thought I detected a second person, young and male, but could not be certain.  My attention was wrenched away by Rogar moving behind me and gripping my soft hips.  By then my rump had grown round and protruding.

To my horror he announced, "Now that the prince and his lady have been doing the dirty deed, it falls to me to show them how it is for a girl to be done all the way.  That girl will be you, and since you possess no quim, I'll have to take you another way.  Being a sissy, you will be pleased to finally be used how you were meant to be."

I was shocked that he was about to commit the ultimate defilement of my person.  His rough hands lowered the filmy harem pants.  He pawed my exposed bottom and made me shiver.  Then I felt what I dreaded, which was the end of his battering ram touching my virgin tightness.  He stopped to take a vial of oil and pour some between my buttocks, then made sure to get a lot of it on his target.  He even penetrated me briefly with one thick finger, to facilitate his entry into my nether passage.  That insertion provided only a hint of what was to come when his much thicker shaft pierced me.  I gritted my teeth and held my breath.  Lovenia licked her lips.  Argon fondled one of her white breasts, which had been freed from what she wore.  I saw the pink nipple, stiff with arousal.

"And now," Rogar growled, "I shall deflower you."

His fingers tightened and his hips thrust, driving the head of his bludgeon through my tight ring.  An agonized sound came from my closed mouth.  The big man eased inch after plowing inch inside me.  It seemed as if there was no end to it, but then his body pressed against my clenching rear cheeks.  He paused, while I attempted without success to slow my breathing.  My penis tingled inside my chastity, making me wonder about my desires.  The hefty man set up a steady in-and-out tempo, accompanying it with grunts that matched his rhythm.  I saw Argon and Lovenia becoming entangled in each other's limbs.  The unlucky lass must be suffering terribly to see my plight, though she hid it well.  Rogar took his pleasure with my body, demonstrating that he could postpone his finish for a long time.  During it all, I wept like a frightened bride on her wedding night.  At last, he accelerated his pace.  Minutes later he howled like a beast and emptied himself into me.  It was disgusting and I knew, henceforth, that it would be so much harder to assert my natural maleness.  I was left gasping and sniffling.  It was so wrong for Lovenia to have to witness such an act.  I would be greatly relieved once I had a chance to speak to her of my true feelings.  Of course, that would be difficult, with me still required to keep my voice gentle and high-pitched.

Rogar pulled out.  He wiped his messy engine on my buns.  I couldn't stop sobbing.  Argon was on top of Lovenia, furiously frigging her.  She wrapped her legs around him and sounded as if she could not get enough of his sizable cock.  All I could do was observe helplessly and wait for them to complete the act, which took considerable time.  At the moment of fulfillment, she cried out in what sounded exactly like ecstasy.

After that, I was given several more costumes.  One of their favorites to dress me in was a harlequin one that fit like a second skin.  There were two versions of it, one which covered me fully, and another with cut-outs for my chubby man-breasts and plump rear cheeks.  The former I would wear when moving about the castle or in the throne room.  The latter was reserved for when only those closest to me could view my shameful state.  Both versions were accompanied by white face powder, long drawn-on eyelashes, and vividly red-painted lips.

In the dungeon I was introduced to the pillory, portable stocks, hanging cages, and a box into which I was stuffed, with my head free and feet protruding, the second so they could be tickled by the one of the maids, a buxom lass with flaxen hair, who had become included in some of my sessions.

Just when my hopes were failing, I received news that gladdened my heart.  As it happened, the queen deemed that Lovenia needed to be married.  Despite the advancements of status that had been granted to the owner of my very soul, she could not marry a royal such as Argon, who deeply wished to form such a union.  As I was connected so much to him, it was decided that she should marry me.  I was delighted.  At last, I could share my life with she who meant everything to me.  I was in my own private heaven, soon to welcome her there as my loving partner.  The date was set but, because of previously made declarations, I had to remain as the prince's whipping girl.  It was doubly vexing to know that I was soon to wed my true love, while witnessing her in the arms of -- and indeed sharing a bed with -- my nemesis.

At last, the wonderous day arrived.  Drusilla directed several of the maids as they dressed me not in formal male clothes but a flowing wedding gown.  It was mortifying but I saw I had no choice.  To console myself, I kept repeating in my mind that I had only hours remaining in which I must maintain the identity of Steffanie.  We went to the chapel, where Lovenia appeared in a simple dress, holding a bridal bouquet, wearing a veil, and even after all her intimacies with Argon, seeming innocent and virginal to my eyes.  My gown swished as I proceeded down the aisle.  We stood at the altar and responded to the vows that were spoken to us.  Then there was a light meal, accompanied by good wine.  Feeling giddy, I linked arms with my wife and we walked down a corridor that would take us past Argon's room.  I would taste victory as we moved by his door, which Lovenia would never again have to enter.  Yet, to my startlement, she steered me through that very portal, to find the prince had already arrived there.

"Are we paying a brief visit?" I said to her, still unable to reassert my male voice.

"No, whipping girl," she said bluntly.  "We are here so I may consummate our marriage.  As your pitiful prawn is still locked in chastity, where it properly belongs, Argon shall perform the husbandly duty."

I was flabbergasted.  Dumbstruck.  Gob smacked.  She went to him and they embraced, his hands travelling to and lingering on her desirable bottom.

"You idiot," he said to me.  "Haven't you guessed?  Because Lovenia was not allowed to marry me, we arranged for her to wed you, rather than allowing some more deserving person to vie for her hand.  She and I will continue to be lovers, while you will remain, if not in name, still in fact my whipping girl.   The fiction has been widely spread and universally believed that you prefer your sissy role and are unworthy of her.  Therefore, her dalliances with me shall be understood and a blind eye turned to them, though all will know of her infidelity and heap silent scorn upon you."

Lovenia told me, speaking slowly as if addressing a stupid child, "Your chastity will remain in place and your love life will consist of serving us in any way we command.  For instance, you may now use your mouth between my legs, to prepare me for the first entry of Argon's rod into my womanhood after my marriage."

"My Lady," I blurted.  "This is unfair."

"For you it is," she said with a devilish grin.  "But not for us."  She hiked up her long dress to reveal that she wore nothing under it, then sat on the side of Argon's bed and spread her thighs wide.  "You may kneel and begin."

He sat next to her and they joined their lips together in a most telling way.  She undid the front of her dress and freed her ripe breasts for him to caress.  With a strange numbness taking hold of me and maintaining its grip, I sank to my knees.  Then I shuffled forward on bent legs to confront her moist center.  I could smell her female scent.  I extended my tongue and touched it.  Though it smelled like the harvest of fishermen, it tasted like poultry.  With no other choice, I licked it.  She gave me some simple instructions, which I mindlessly followed, even inserting my tongue between the pink folds of her lower lips.  All that while, she and Argon continued their close contact with each other.  She undid his breeches and freed his organ.

He said, "You are such a sissy, Steffie, that I know you wish to sample my sex as well.  For this, I grant my royal permission."

Both of them watched as I moved sideways to put myself in front of him.  A sense of unreality seized me.  I mouthed Argon in ways I wished Lovenia were doing to me, capping the head, swirling my tongue around it, and bobbing up and down to accommodate his lengthy and girthy shaft.  He was not satisfied until my chin touched his swollen sac.  Only then did he permit me to back up, so I could have a good view of the marital bed that I would not be occupying in the traditional role.  The wicked prince mounted my one true love, entered her, and they fucked furiously, both obviously relishing every moment of it.

Afterwards, I was summoned to put myself on the foot of the bed.  My gown made it tricky but I managed to control it.  From there I was ordered to use my mouth again on Lovenia's privates, to pleasure her and clean up the generous portion of cream which the prince had left behind.  I did a thorough job and swallowed his used spend.  She experienced a quaking finish.  It sickened me but by then I was beyond resisting.  Next, I had to do the same for Argon.  He stiffened anew and it became my job to bring him off.  Lovenia eventually assisted by stroking his length while I sucked the knob.  He erupted like Vesuvius into my revulsed mouth and I was forced to ingest his plentiful spunk.  In the end, I was dismissed, to go and stand in the corner.  I was told to undress completely.  As I disrobed, baring my hairless and by then rather feminine self, I saw them snuggling.

It came to me at last that Lovenia had never reciprocated my secret desire for her.  She saw me only as a sexually underequipped boob, now initiated fully into his sissy lifestyle.  I would be kept on as her spouse in name only, while Argon cuckolded me over and over again.  My world crumbled around me.  My mind, in desperation, seized on a curious idea.  If I could not please her as a lover, I would give her endless satisfaction as a devoted and unquestioning slave, a plaything for her whims.  It would mean doing the same for Argon, which was anathema to me, though I had no alternative.  From that day forth, I would live to serve them both, however they might choose, to be disgraced daily and used without consideration for my wants or feelings.  Perhaps the chastity would remain in place indefinitely.   I would maintain my role as a sissy, dressing and being made-up for that personality.  Already I was picturing myself in some new finery, crawling to their bed, to lick their feet clean if they so desired.  Steven was gone.  I had become Steffanie and would remain as her always, mere chattel for Prince Argon and Lady Lovenia.

*********