In a Feminine World - 5 (penultimate chapter)

Lady Delphine reflected on her good fortune. She was thirty, had made herself wealthy as a top jewellery designer and was now establishing herself as a society hostess. She had a beautiful girlfriend, the ballerina, Helena, and was bringing up two young girls, Tamsina and Poppy. Now she was eleven Tamsina had got her first serious girlfriend, and Poppy, although she was more than two years younger, had just become a Petal Girl, one of the lucky few taken up as her escort and partner by an older lady to be introduced into society. Her two maidservants, Zebbie and Flare, were efficient and willing and she had not two but three house-eunuchs, Lap, Scom and now the boy eunuch, Vlav, Helena's gift to her brought all the way from Europe. And then there was Boy Jennifer, the little boy she was bringing up as a girl, as was the custom now, before having him castrated in a few years time. As she lay back with her feet resting on Scom's back, she had every reason to feel satisfaction.

Helena curled up alongside her.

"I wonder what the girls are doing now?" said Delphine idly. "It seems funny without both of them."

"They just grow up faster now," answered Helena. "And I'm hearing Poppy's the sensation of the season already."

Delphine rolled her eyes. "We'd have done the same. I didn't have a girlfriend until I was fourteen. And I didn't spank a naked eunuch until I was sixteen."

Helena laughed. "You've more than made up for it."

"We'll have to find something to do ourselves," said Delphine, licking her girlfriend's neck.

"That shouldn't be difficult," cooed Helena. "But if we're not careful Tamsina and Poppy will be teaching us new tricks."

They laughed and Delphine told Scom to run them a bath and fetch Vlav.

By the time Delphine and Helena were in the bath being attended to by Scom and Vlav, Poppy was already the centre of attention. When she and Boy Jennifer arrived with her Petal Mistress, Madame Aristasia, at her apartment, there was a bevy of Madame's friends to greet her.

But first Aristasia insisted the young girl change into her special petal outfit for the evening. Madame's eunuch, Rim, who had no penis and just one testicle, helped her slip out of her plain French knickers and camisole top and put on her new garments, which Aristasia had specially bought for her after consulting Delphine. They were in rose pink organza, a petal shaped bra designed to cover the nipples of her flat chest, with delicate satin straps tied at the back in a bow, matching g-string panties, which just covered but did not conceal her proud femininity, and tied in bows at the side, pink stockings and a lacy garter belt, an organza waist length cape and a see-through wrap around mini-skirt in the same gauze-like material. She had flowers in her hair and on her feet she wore high-heeled open slippers fastened by a petal shaped bow on top of her tiny feet.

When she stepped into the lounge the assembled ladies sighed and gave a little round of applause. Poppy who had never felt to beautiful in all her eight years, curtsied and beamed. She scampered on tip toe to her new Petal-Mistress, curtsied and kissed her cheek. Aristasia, held by the waist and twirled her round so everyone could see the young girl in all her innocent beauty.

The ladies were mostly wearing bustier tops, basques and corsets and frilly panties and stockings. Some though wore only body jewellery, with gold headbands, necklaces, arm, wrist, waist and ankle bracelets, gold mesh bras that just supported their large breasts while leaving them to view, and the latest (in Delphine's own design) of vulva wear: gold that fitted snugly around their feminine lips, held in place by a narrow gold link around the waist or locked on to clasps in their pierced labia. Some designs could be tightened to pull open the vagina, or had on them finger-like prongs which were pushed inwards to seek out the clitoris. A lady who danced in vulva wear would reach untold heights of pleasure and it was becoming very fashionable to be seen in nothing else at parties or at the ballet.

Poppy was introduced to each of the ladies in turn, giving them deep curtsies and receiving all their kisses and caresses with evident pleasure. She was at her most kittenish and endearing. It was clear the ladies adored Aristasia's latest catch. She carefully stepped over the eunuchs at their feet or being used as trays and footstools.

There were several other nearly-naked Petal Girls there, who had eunuchs of their own on leashes. Some of the eunuchs lay on their backs their feet and hands up as the young girls nonchalantly rubbed the soles of their expensive shoes between the eunuchs' legs or dug their stiletto heels into whatever remained of their masculinity. Little rich girls could be quite cruel to their eunuchs. Standing on his one inch floppy penis, if anything remained, or if it didn't, on his testicles, was killingly funny. Girls were on top and knew it. They loved their femininity and each other. There were no men to cause problems. Only eunuchs to serve them as their slaves and playthings. Anything went - as the evening's entertainment would reveal.

At first they were suspicious of little Poppy. She was very young to be taken up as a Petal Girl. Most of them were thirteen or fourteen and had had girlfriends already. To go straight from being a silly little girl who two weeks ago was using her eunuch to play dressing up games to a fully-fledged Petal and all that meant she must do for her Mistress was a bit much. And not even to have a eunuch in attendance but to bring a boy instead! OK, he was a very pretty boy and wore a gorgeous pink tutu but he still had his genital binding on, which meant he hadn't yet been converted. Perhaps it wasn't only the Petal Girls who harboured these thoughts but their Mistresses too, but Poppy's budding beauty and her appealing smile soon won them over.

After being served food and drinks by a dozen eunuchs and maids, they went by carriage to Madame Belladine, the trend setter of Petal style for mistresses and their girls. She inspected Poppy and Boy Jennifer closely then they arrived, and

admired Poppy's long limbs and let Jennifer kiss the diamonds on her shoes.

They were admitted into a large candle-lit hall where nearly a hundred guests were already dancing and chatting, waited on by naked serving girls and eunuchs. The Petal Girls from took up position in the middle of the room slowly swaying to the music, showing off their bodies to the watching ladies, or sitting casually on their eunuchs, sipping cocktails. In a corner, two eunuchs were being spanked with silver-handled riding crops by two ladies in body jewellery that matched the handles of their whips. The ladies paused between administering the succession of swishes to the eunuch's upturned bottoms only to kiss each other and to drink more champagne.

A group of elegantly coiffured ladies compared each other's eunuchs, playing with whatever remained between their plaything's legs with the pointed toes of their shoes or boots.

"I think they prefer it when everything's been taken off," said one.

"Oh I think mine puts more into licking me because he's still got a teeny, weeny penis," said another.

"I don't agree. Seeing a man without a penis still gives me a little thrill, particularly if his testicles are still there," argued a third.

One eunuch let his hand stray between his legs. His owner flicked it away with her foot.

"Disgusting," she said with a shudder.

Poppy watched entranced. She had never been to a party quite like this. She slipped off her cape and gave to Boy Jennifer to put away. When he returned on all fours to sit at her feet, she was talking to an older Petal in a pastel pink bra with an opening for her nipples and panties split at the side.

"Why didn't you bring a eunuch?" asked the girl. "It could be quite dangerous for a little boy later on. He might find he goes away with less than he started."

"Oh, he'll soon be converted, won't you Jennifer," said Poppy, looking down at him.

Their conversation was cut short as the music started again and several girls stretched out their eunuchs to dance on them, one foot on their chest and the other on their stomach, gyrating their bodies to the music. Poppy stood over Jennifer, one leg either side of him, the boy on his back, to give him full view of her bottom. She enjoyed that, and knew he would too, but already she wanted to do lots of other things, like a proper Petal Girl.

Soon small groups of girls were finger-dancing. They extended an upturned hand to feel her partner between the legs. The caress was soon reciprocated and the girls moved up and down on each other's hands, their fingers soon slid deep into the inviting wetness. In couples and in groups the Petal Girls swayed and undulated, their legs apart, fingers rhythmically exploring each other. Poppy saw a lady come onto the floor to offer herself to a girl who was dancing with the fingers of one hand between her partner's legs and with her other hand on her head. The lady edged alongside her, opened her legs, inviting the girl to put her fingers into her as she reached out with her own jewelled, red-nailed fingers in search of a smooth, soft warm place to feel and open up. Panties fell to the floor and camisole tops drifted downwards, flung off by their now naked owners.

Poppy bent down to whisper to Boy Jennifer and he crouched to kiss her bottom as her own fingers played across her body, rubbing her extending nipples and inside her mini skirt above her g-string, inches from her own moist, aching feeling.

She closed her eyes, held back her head, only to feel a hand slide round her tiny waist, and untie the bow of her skirt. She turned to see it was her very own Petal Mistress.

"I hope you're enjoying it," Madame Aristasia said into her ear, though the beat of the music.

Poppy nodded and beamed as Aristasia led her to the centre of the floor under a spot lit area. The crowds eased back to clear a full circle for them. Madame Aristasia herself stepped back several paces to admire her Petal Girl.

Poppy stood in the centre of the room, now watched by a hundred girls and ladies, in nothing but her filmy organza bra and g-string and her high-heeled shoes and jewels. She knew the moment had come. She licked her lips and smiled and put her hands on top of her head as Aristasia approached her once more, to make her a complete Petal Girl. Madame was naked save for the breast-revealing, waist-squeezing corselet and stockings. She put a nipple into the little girl's open mouth and let her wet lips linger on her. Then she knelt before her gorgeous Poppy and kissed the g-string feeling her smooth, soft mound through the delicate organza. It was Poppy herself who drew the narrow strip of pink to one side to let her Petal Mistress kiss her very nakedness. She put her hands on her hips and swayed gently to and fro arching her back and thrusting forward her swelling femininity. Oh, to be the most adorable of little girls and made love to in public by a beautiful lady in a world without men.

Two eunuchs came forward to shower them with perfumes and flowers. Poppy began to groan; her legs grew weak. Madame's tongue was inside her, exploring her, loving her. She threw back her head, a finger in her mouth, her eyes closed. Her bottom rotated. Jennifer was behind and now under her, his little boy's lips working so hard on his lovely Poppy's bottom. Two ladies joined them, to hold Poppy steady by the arms and kiss them, and her neck, and her cheeks and her lips. She felt the bows at the side of her tiny panties being undone and felt them flutter to the ground. Her garter belt followed and naked from the waist down, Poppy opened her legs still wider, half crouched to dance gyrating her bottom in the air. The swishing, spanking sound of eunuchs being whipped added another rhythm to her swaying body until she achieved a state of ecstasy like no other.

She was still panting and thrusting her body to and fro as Madame Aristasia raised her hand and the music softened. Twelve boys in tutus came onto the floor, skipping and dancing and smiling at the watching girls and ladies. Poppy quietened and sat on Madame Aristasia's lap on the floor with Boy Jennifer at her feet as the dancing display unfolded around them. The other girls and ladies formed an outer circle around the dancers. Poppy realised she was the centre of the stage even now, the dancers circling around her and Madame and Jennifer, and the audience in a larger circle beyond the area for the dancing display.

But then she realised something much more exciting even than that. The boys wore little bras above their tutus but below the net skirting, had no knickers on at all. She had heard about this occasion, the one time when boys who were waiting to become eunuchs were allowed in public without their binding. As they danced their little penises and testicles bounced up and down. The girls in the audience giggled and laughed and pointed as the boys danced past them.

Mostly the years of binding had had its desired effect and their male genitals had not grown at all. For boys of fourteen or so they all had very small parts, penises like floppy little fingers and testicles like grapes. But as they danced and posed very prettily in front of the crowd of shrieking, all-but-naked girls, some of the boys began to react. Their penises got a little bit longer and fatter. The shrieks turned to squeals as the girls watched the boy dancers while feeling each other with wandering hands and kisses. And at that the boys' penises grew even longer and some looked quite stiff now.

When the dancing stopped the boys with enlarged or stiff parts were led to one side. A mixture of excitement and horror overtook their faces.

"What's happening? asked Poppy.

"Well you saw some of them did with their nasty man's parts," said Madame Aristasia. Made them bigger like that. It's quite horrible really. So it means they're ready to be converted."

"You mean they going to be made into eunuchs?" asked a quite enthralled Poppy.

Madame nodded.

"When will they happen?" Poppy asked her.

"Oh now. They've just gone to get the ladies who do it and when the music starts again that'll be that."

"Did you hear that, Jennifer?" exclaimed Poppy turning to the boy. "Wouldn't you like to one of them?"

He nodded and squeezed his legs together to try to get rid of the aching.

Six boys were chosen for castration, all around fourteen or fifteen, all very pretty and beautifully made up with lipstick, eye shadow and long flowing-hair. They stood in a line, watched by everyone in the room. Their male parts were still twitching and throbbing. Their penises look as if they're standing up, thought Poppy, who had never seen anything like this before.

But even Poppy flinched as the Revs made their entry. These were the Revenger women, a race of female warriors who sought revenge on men and carried out ceremonies of mass castration. The Revs, as they were known, did not share the ultra-feminine ways of the ladies they called the Pets, the luxury-loving, sensual Petal society that Poppy had been brought up in. The Revs believed in making eunuchs work for their living and when they were not employing them as slaves used them as bait in hunting or in sport. The Revs lived in their own communal camps and rarely came into the city, except when invited to special castration parties like this, or when they came to pick up a Petal girl or two for their own fun. But as they also protected the borders against any remaining male incursions, the Pets tolerated them and did business with them.

Like Poppy Boy, Jennifer had heard of the Revs but did not expect to be standing next to three of them. He was trembling slightly and held tightly onto Poppy's legs. The Rev women, whose leader was called Xeba, were all shaven-headed and wore black metal body armour. In battle this would cover them from head to toe but now their the armour was more like a corset, covering the trunk of the body and their breasts, but leaving shoulders, arms and thighs bare, and with the forearm and lower legs covered by metal protectors and their eyes masked.

Speedily, they strung up the six boys to a wooden frame, the youths' arms above their heads, their legs spread apart and their feet tied to the wood. The Revs stood to one side and signalled for the music to start. It was loud and pulsating and the girls, by now all of whom were naked, danced furiously around the frame, sometimes wild and free, sometimes in couples on each other's fingers. Girls sidled up to the frame stood side on to it, kissing and embracing as they studied the boys' helpless bodies. One girl, then another, nervously stroked the defenceless penises, making them rise up, their watching, less brave friends' shrieking again and shouting as the daring girls felt the male flesh rise in the hands.

It was the only occasion when males and females experienced the effect of each other's sexual desires. But the boys had been brought up as girls and taught about the superiority of the feminine. They had never been told about their own bodies and before they had a chance to enjoy the experience, the means would, literally, be cut from them. And as for the girls, they had learned of the miseries of women under men's domination and the tyranny of the penis. It was a symbol of past horror to them but they only knew the penis a weak plaything.

Ancient memories were soon forgotten and old fears lost as the girls' became wild on their new-found freedom. They pulled on the penises to see how long they could stretch them and squeezed the boys' testicles until they begged for mercy. Ladies joined in to the dig their finger nails into the throbbing penis shafts and bite on their bulbous tips. Petal Mistresses and their Girls made love on the floor in front of the boys, peering through a forest of legs an bare flesh legs to catch a glimpse of the boys' manhood being ripped from them.

Poppy was beside herself and told Boy Jennifer to lick her hard while she watched. Several ladies paused to kiss her body in the frenzy. She felt two pairs of lips on her nipples one on her neck and another on her own lips. Her thighs were being fondled and fingers as well as Jennifer's tongue were now inside her, at her front and in her bottom. She found herself being carried closer to the six boys. She reached out and found a penis and grasped it tight in her little hand. Poppy ran her fingers up and down the penis and felt it harden even more. Girls squealed at the sight of it growing in Poppy's hand but there was an even louder cry from her left as one of the boys' penises exploded sending thick liquid into the air and over a lady's breasts.

A lady desperate to do that to another boy, sensed the penis Poppy was stroking was quite close to giving the one and only explosion of its life. She eased her hand over Poppy's and they rubbed it together, the lady showing Poppy how to stroke the penis to full effect. The lady lent over Poppy and offered her an exposed nipple to kiss. Poppy accepted the full white breast and dark nipple with pleasure and slipped her hand off the boy. Another lady picked Poppy up from the waist from behind and held her close against the boy's body. She left the breast fall from her face and found herself pressed against the boy; she could smell his male sweat. She put her arms around his neck and wrapped her wide-open legs around his middle. There, she could feel the throbbing penis and the lady's hands still working on it, rubbing against her, along her own wide-open femininity. She could hold back no longer. She kissed the boy on the lips and pee-peed all over his penis. It was delicious, she thought, weeing on a boy's penis, as good as doing it on a eunuch.

Then she was aware of another presence, looking at her from the other side of the frame. It was Xeba the Rev, who had followed Poppy's exploits with more than interest.

"Hey, you're a real cutie," whispered Xeba. "I could use an arse like yours."

Poppy was not quite sure whether she was shocked or intrigued but just smiled sweetly before being let down to the ground. Then three Rev women stepped forward, an array of knives and implements now around their waists. The frenzied girls and ladies fell back in exhaustion or to continue their lovemaking watching from a distance.

The Revs inspected the boys, or what was left of them. Their chests and necks, bled from long claw like streaks across their bodies. The penises of some of them bled too, and their testicles were squashed and purple. One Rev women began to inject their groins with a sharp needle.

"Just a little something to kill the pain," Madame Aristasia explained to Poppy. Then Xeba herself began to slice, alternately a penis from one boy and the testicles from the next line, holding up the unwanted parts to a great cry before throwing them into the crowd of delirious girls and ladies, now exploding themselves in waves of ecstatic release, girl on girl. Poppy jumped up, her arms outstretched as parts flew over her head until with a shriek of triumph she caught a severed penis in her hand. She put to her lips and kissed it and then rubbed it against her body.

She was surrounded by girls and ladies wanting to take the penis in their hands and lick it and squash it. Poppy held it up by its tip as half a dozen hands engulfed it and took it from her. She danced between the wild, gyrating bodies before she spotted Madame Aristasia to one side with Boy Jennifer at her feet. They greeted each other with a hug and a kiss.

"Did you enjoy...?" began Madame.

"I don't know what to say," Poppy answered. "It was wonderful. I think though I'd like to go home now, just you and me and Boy Jennifer, and we can make love for the rest of the night."