Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 18:02:19 -0400 (EDT)
From: Eugene Webber
Subject: Guy and Ellen, Part V  (TG, TV)

Postcards from THE ESTATE
Guy  and  Ellen

Part  V

Getting ready for the evening was a truncated version of getting ready that
morning.  Almost.  First came an enema, administered by Adriane and
Chantrelle.  Nathaniel had never had an enema, even though he had heard of
them.  Like he'd heard of periods, though he never had one of those either.

"You're going to be fucked, Ms. Sharpe," Brenda reminded her.  "Do you want
to reconsider?"

The nozzle in her ass, the rush of water into her bowels, the feeling of
pressure, all were not unpleasant.  "No."

A second bath, a second depilation, mainly her face, neck, arms, legs and
pubic area.  With the prosthetic breasts there were no need to do her chest
or abdomen.  She was surprised that they stayed on during the bath.

"The adhesive is particularly strong," Elaine explained.  "It will wear off
very suddenly on Monday, and the breasts will nearly fall off.  Sort of
like Cinderella at midnight."

Elaine, Brenda, Adriane and Chantrelle all tittered at this.  Next came the
tampon.  Ellen felt self-conscious as the four of them watched as she
coated it with cream and then placed it in her ass, then wiped the excess
cream away.  A second pair of special panties--she was to learn later they
were called gaffs--was handed to her.  This time she placed herself in the
pouch and adjusted the panty to give her that feminine look.  Waist cincher
garter belt, stockings.  Then the dress.

Elaine had selected what every woman wears on that first special date: a
little black dress.  This one was a halter-style with a low back, coming
only to her waist, and a plunging V neckline.  No wearing a bra with this
thing.  Ellen now realized that the breasts were so that she could wear
this dress.  This time Brenda did her make-up, really just a touch-up of
what was done earlier.  Black ankle-strap sandals with 3-1/2" heels, a
double-strand black pearl necklace with matching earrings and a wide black
pearl bracelet completed the look.  Almost.  Elaine produced a new wig the
same color Ellen had been wearing all day, but longer.  She styled it with
a French roll and bangs.

Brenda handed her a black clutch purse.  "Open it."  Ellen did.  Inside was
a compact, lipstick, ... and a package of condoms.  Ellen looked at Brenda
in shock.

"Another rule.  No unprotected sex.  Mr. Hughes knows the rules, so he
should be prepared.  Just in case."  Brenda stared at Ellen.  "Are you sure
you want to go through with this?"

Ellen nodded.  Brenda then took both Ellen's hands in hers.

"You will end the evening at your suite.  If you are to go through with
this, you'll have to invite him in.  He cannot enter except by your express
invitation.  Let Mr. Hughes take the lead.  This isn't about male ego.  He
knows what he's doing, and he's good at it.  Remember, as a woman you are a
virgin.  There are things you need to know and do when making love as a
woman, but I cannot explain them to you now.  Only after you have become a
woman will what I have to tell you make any sense.  All I can say is that
being made love to as a woman is different than anything you imagined.
When we meet afterwards, I will explain these things to you.  Are you
certain you want to do this?"

A thousand reasons not to do this occurred to Ellen.  "Yes."

"Then let's go meet Mr. Hughes."

				    ***

Elaine led the way, followed by Ellen, Brenda bringing up the rear.
Adriane and Chantrelle watched, the scene reminding both of them of someone
being delivered to the guillotine.  When they entered the elevator, Ellen
was surprised when Elaine pressed 4.  She didn't know where she was to meet
Guy, but not in Mrs. Bowen's office.  Although it was nearly six, the same
receptionist was still on duty.  With the same expression and same
direction: "Mrs. Bowen is expecting you.  Go right in."

The trio entered a darkened office, facing the tall back of Mrs. Bowen's
chair.  The late summer sun was setting, firing the sky with brilliant
reds, and Mrs. Bowen was enjoying the celestial light show.  As the sun
sank lower and the sky darkened, she turned in her chair to face them.
Slowly the room filled with light.  She studied Ellen for a long time,
taking in her face, dress, stance.  "Turn around, my dear," she finally
said.

Ellen turned a little too quickly, causing the skirt of her dress to flare.
Mrs. Bowen looked to the far wall of her office where there was a sofa,
loveseat, two wing chairs, a low coffee table, two end tables, and lamps
lighting the area.  Ellen had not even looked at that part of the office
earlier.  A tea set on a tray rested on the coffee table.

"Bring the tea set to me, please, Ms. Sharpe."

Ellen walked to the table, knelt in a near curtsy, picked up the tray and
carried it to Mrs. Bowen, coming to Mrs. Bowen's side of the table and
placing it gently on the table.  She started to return to Brenda and
Elaine.

"Stay, my dear," Mrs. Bowen said.  Ellen stopped and turned to face her.
Mrs. Bowen stood.  Ellen was surprised to find that she was no taller than
the back of her chair.  Mrs. Bowen looked at her, then walked around her,
then back again and resumed her seat.  She turned to Elaine and Brenda.
"You've done very well.  Both of you.  I really must commend you on the
improvement over what I saw this morning.  And on her deportment."

The fetching of the tray was a test, Ellen now realized.  The expression on
the faces of the two staffers was of relief, not joy at being complimented
by their boss.

"We cannot take credit for Ms. Sharpe's deportment, Mrs. Bowen," Elaine
confessed.  "That she brought with her.  We only let her enhance it."

Mrs. Bowen raised an eyebrow.  Her left one.  Right eyebrow: surprise.
Left eyebrow: skepticism, even incredulity.  "Ms. Sharpe was in here this
morning, Ms. Neville.  And not this Ms. Sharpe.  If my compliments are
wasted on you, Ms. Neville, I will refrain from giving them in the future."

"They are not wasted, Mrs. Bowen," Brenda said unctiously.  "We just didn't
want to claim all the credit when Ms. Sharpe has been such a wonderful and
cooperative guest."

Mrs. Bowen looked at Brenda.  Ass kissing faggot.  Makes a better looking
woman than any of my daughters, granddaughters or great-granddaughters.
I'd really like to fire her, she thought.  Too damn bad she is the best
counselor and administrator in Transformation Service.  If he was a real
woman he'd have Elaine's job.

"Credit where credit is due, Ms. Duncan.  All three of you have done very
well."  Mrs. Bowen turned to Ellen.  "And are you willing to be Mr. Hughes
dinner companion tonight, Ms. Sharpe?"

Ellen hoped this would be the last time she would be asked this question.

"Yes, Mrs. Bowen."

Mrs. Bowen turned her chair to the wall opposite the one with the
furnishings.  In a corner was a chair identical to Mrs. Bowen's, facing the
windows.  Slowly it turned to reveal a full bearded man in a dark,
well-tailored business suit.  Guy Hughes in the flesh!

Guy strode purposefully to Ellen, who steadied herself by gripping the back
of Mrs. Bowen's chair.  With each step Guy took in Ellen and assessed what
he was seeing.  When he reached her he took her in his arms and kissed her
deeply.  Ellen now knew what Brenda meant.  How do you respond to being
kissed by a man until you've been kissed by a man?  Ellen responded by
putting her arms around Guy's neck and letting her tongue play with his.
Let him take the lead, Brenda said.  So Ellen remembered every girl
Nathaniel had ever kissed, and tried to imitate everything that was
pleasant in their kisses.

Elaine and Brenda were so intent on watching Guy and Ellen they did not
notice the revulsion that quickly washed over Mrs. Bowen's face.  Every
time she witnessed Guy taking a sissy in his arms she thought of the times
her granddaughter was in his arms, her lips kissing Guy's.  Mrs. Bowen
wondered on these occasions what Margaret Hughes Sheffield had done to turn
her nephew gay.  Her granddaughter, Shirley, had informed her that Guy was
quite the stud in bed.  Shirley was not averse to taking it up the ass, and
quite the fellacitrice herself.  But Guy enjoyed his sissies, and refused
to give them up.  Shirley refused to share a man with a man, although she
was not averse to sharing him with another woman.  So Guy and Shirley were
no more than Guy and Brenda or Guy and Jennifer or Guy and so many others,
man and woman.

Mrs. Bowen deeply resented this, but could not blame Guy.  As the twig is
bent, so grows the tree.  After all, her granddaughters never reached
sixteen as virgins, and everyone of them knew the taste of cunt as well as
cock.  Guy would have been a good catch, and a fitting heir to her part of
THE ESTATE.  But THE ESTATE was there to indulge its members, not judge
them.

Guy was a few inches taller than Nathaniel, which made Ellen the same
height in heels.  As the kiss continued, Ellen could feel Guy's manhood
rising.  Knowing she was the cause of this caused her own manhood to grow.
Ohmigod! she thought.  How will he make me a woman with my cock sticking in
the air?

Guy broke the kiss, a smile separating his mustache from his beard.  Elaine
and Brenda were smiling also.  A happy Guy Hughes meant a pleased
Mrs. Bowen; a pleased Mrs. Bowen meant a not unpleasant tomorrow or next
week.  "Are you ready?"  Guy asked.

Everyone thought he was talking about dinner.  "Yes!" Ellen said.

Guy guided her around the table and toward the doors.  As they passed
Elaine and Brenda, Brenda indicated that Ellen needed to fix her make-up.
While they waited for the elevator, Ellen fixed her make-up while Brenda
and Elaine watched from the doorway.  For the first time that evening, Guy
turned and acknowledged Brenda's presence, giving her a furtive wave just
as the elevator arrived.

As the two got on the elevator, Elaine wondered why Mr. Hughes loved
sissies.  While not Elaine's type, he wasn't unattractive, was well off,
personable, intelligent, well-traveled.  Why fuck a man who looks like a
woman when he could get the real thing?  And did!  She didn't ask herself
how this was any different than a person who knows her clientele but does
not understand them?

Brenda knew she would be speaking with Ellen before Ellen left.  That
morning, she wasn't sure at all.  Mrs. Bowen was right; the Ms. Sharpe
she'd brought to the office that morning was not the Ellen Sharpe who just
got on that elevator.

"Ladies, don't you have homes to go to?" Mrs. Bowen asked, turning down the
lights.  She longed for the old days when THE ESTATE was founded, when all
its members were either masters or slaves, and the only men who became
women were slaves being put through their paces.  How she had enjoyed
laying the strap to their asses!  But times change, and so do tastes.  And
finances.  THE ESTATE's membership grew in size and diversity.  Different
needs required larger facilities; larger facilities required more money;
more money required more--and wealthier--members; more and wealthier
members meant greater size and diversity; greater size and diversity meant
different needs.  Still, Mrs. Bowen would've liked to lay the strap to both
Brenda and Ellen, and all the ladies in the tea room!

				    ***

There are several dining facilities at THE ESTATE and in the county.  The
town with the regional airport was once a company town, and THE ESTATE
still holds title to most of the commercial real estate.  All of its
restaurants, from the local McDonald and Burger King franchises to the
coffee and donut shops to the French, Italian, Japanese, Mandarin, Indian
and American restaurants were on ESTATE property.  It is amazing that state
planners did not question why so many different restaurants, of three star
quality, existed in such a small town in a rural part of the state.  Maybe
the fact that each department head is given a complimentary weekend each
year alleviates such questions.

But the town's restaurants do not compare with the dining facilities of THE
ESTATE's Manor House.  This was the robber baron's residence, now converted
into the main administrative building.  There are four dining facilities:
the banquet room, the dining room, the breakfast room, and the servants'
facilities.  The banquet room was used for formal entertaining.  Now it is
the main restaurant.  The dining room was originally for the baron's family
meals when there were no guests.  Similarly for the breakfast room, the
only difference being their locations.  The breakfast room faced east, the
dining room west.  The servants' facilities are self-explanatory.  It is
now the cafeteria for Manor House staff, from custodian to Lord of the
Manor, the official title of the chief executive officer for THE ESTATE.
All are served from the same kitchen, although the prices for the same
dishes vary with the restaurant.

Guy had not decided which restaurant he would take Ellen to until he saw
her.  He chose the banquet room, mainly because the Manor House is in
walking distance of Guest House II.  As they entered the surrey, he was
tempted to tell the driver to take them directly to Guest House II, but
refrained.  Making Ellen a woman included treating her as one.  That
included dinner and entertainment before he fucked her.  Besides, she
needed to know that she passed as a woman to others.  And he wanted to show
her off.

"Welcome back, Mr. Hughes," the maitre d' said when they entered, giving
Ellen the once over.  Knowing Hughes' sexual preferences, the maitre d'
wondered what the woman on his arm looked like before the Transformation
Services worked their magic.

"Thank you, Serge," Hughes replied.  "The terrace, please."

"Of course, Mr. Hughes."

The maitre d' led the way through the banquet room to the doors that were
part of the windows that formed the wall facing the lake.  There were a
dozen tables, all for two people, along the balustrade, with another dozen
for larger groups.  Hughes preferred the table at one of the corners,
giving him and Ellen a view of the lake through the trees as the sun
finally went down.  The breeze from the lake also dispelled the summer
heat.

Guy smiled as Ellen smoothed her dress as she sat down, Serge holding her
chair.  He never ceased to wonder at how quickly his dates adopted feminine
mannerisms.  He looked at Serge.  "What do you recommend, Serge?"

"Chef is in a good mood today," Serge sniffed.  "I don't believe any one
should miss the opportunity to taste the lamb when he is in a good mood."

Guy looked at Serge in amusement.  They were about the same age, had both
been born in Toronto.  Only then he was George.  The family used the last
name of Siffret, the closest English approximation of their Inuit name.  He
looked at Ellen.  "Would you mind if we left the dinner to Serge's tastes?"

Ellen shook her head.  Even Nathaniel wouldn't know what to do in this
situation.  Guy looked at Serge.  "We place ourselves in your hands,
Serge."  The maitre d' bowed slightly and left.

The two of them sat there and looked at each other.  The silence was
awkward, but Ellen didn't know what to say.  She kept remembering Brenda's
advice to let Guy take the lead.  Was that everything, or just when they
went to her suite.  She decided it was everything.  This was his stomping
grounds.  She didn't know where she was, not just where THE ESTATE was, but
where she was on THE ESTATE.  She didn't know all the rules, or anything
else.  As she saw the waiters serving the other patrons, she saw the
differences in shirts, vests, ties that denoted different ranks and status.
She wanted to know more about THE ESTATE, and how Guy became involved.

"So, what do you think?"  Guy asked.

"I don't know what to think, Guy," Ellen replied.  "This place ... me
... you.  Two years ago, I would've said no way.  Two weeks ago I was
thinking no way.  But ... I'm here, aren't I?"

"Yes, Ellen, you're here."  Guy answered.  "And I'm very glad you are.  You
are very beautiful, and any man would be very glad to be with you."

Ellen didn't know how to respond.  She felt flattered and reassured, but
also slightly suspicious that she was being given a line.  Nathaniel had
said similar things with the same sincerity when he didn't mean a word of
it.  But Guy was with her in public.  He had spent an inordinate sum of
money for the pleasure of Ellen's company this weekend.  And he was very
pleased with her.

"How did you find this place?" she asked.

Guy relaxed at this.  "I was wondering when you would ask about this place.
The staff has probably been very non-informative when you asked them."
Ellen nodded vigorously.  "I inherited a membership."  Ellen's quizzical
expression informed Guy that further explanation was necessary.

"My parents died when I was twelve.  Car accident.  My closest relative was
my father's only sister, who lived on a ranch in Alberta.  So I left
Toronto, where I had lived all my life, to raise cattle and wheat on the
plains.  My aunt had a sexual appetite you can't satisfy in rural
Canada--or most other communities in North America.  She was into female
domination and multiple partners, a few other things in bondage and
discipline.  Her husband was the submissive type, but couldn't find
dominatrices in Calgary or Edmonton or Butte or Helena on you side of the
border.  He'd come to Toronto about once every two months or so.  One trip
he met my aunt, next thing the family knows she's married to a well-to-do
cattle rancher.

"That was before I was born.  Turns out that after a while--a short
while--the two of them needed more than each other.  But the marriage was
working in other ways.  The neighbors stopped wondering when Uncle Jake was
getting married, my aunt turned into a real good farm wife--good with the
animals, helping out on even the rough jobs, a decent cook, satisfactory
homemaker, not bad looking, friendly with the others in the county.  Not
wanting to run into family unexpectedly, they began making trips to
Seattle, Chicago, Detroit, even New York City and Los Angeles.  Lots of sex
clubs catering to B & D.  Word of this place kept popping up.  Eventually,
one of their contacts sponsored them and they became regular devotees.
They died about twelve years ago, plane crash while returning from here.
Being their sole surviving relative, I got the membership with the ranch."

As Guy spoke, Ellen just listen.  Their dinners arrived, the lamb, salads,
rice, wine.  Ellen realized that Nathaniel could never afford a meal this
good.  Still she had questions.

"Did you know what you had inherited?"

"Yeah.  You should know that it was fifteen years after I moved in with
them before the plane crash.  Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jake gave me the type of
sex education you don't get in school.  While a ranch is large, a ranch
house isn't.  I wasn't at the ranch long before I realized that my aunt and
uncle did things in their bedroom ... and the tool shed ... and the barns
... that were not what my parents had done.  Sometimes Uncle Jake looked
more tired in the morning than he had the night before.  When I was
fourteen he caught me jacking off.  He didn't say anything, but that night
Aunt Peggy came to my room.  She explained that Uncle Jake had seen me and
that I shouldn't be ashamed of what I was doing.  She reached under the
covers and between handling me.  Well, you were once a fourteen-year old
boy.  Some woman starts handling your dick and in no time you're shooting
in her hand.

"Aunt Peggy said that that was okay, that's what she wanted to happen.  For
the next week or so she jacked me off every night.  Then one night she came
in and told me that there was a better way to shoot off than with a hand,
either hers or mine.  She then took her robe off and climbed into bed with
me.  She told me to climb on top of her.  I shot all over her before I got
one leg up.  She said that was okay too.  Then she had me lay back and
called Uncle Jake.  I thought he was gonna kill me.  Instead, she threw the
covers off of us and told him to clean her up!  Without a word he came over
and licked all my cum off of her.  She then made him stand by the bed while
she had me climb on her again.  It was the third time before I was able to
get inside her before I came, and then barely.  Each time she made Uncle
Jake clean her up.  That became a routine for the next several months.

"She was the first to blow me, first cunt I ever ate.  When they joined THE
ESTATE, they would occasionally bring some of the members back to the
ranch.  While B&D was their thing, and THE ESTATE's purpose at that time,
they'd bring back a couple with a submissive male and his dominatrix wife
every now and then as guests.  And she-male dominatrix as well.  Only they
weren't called she-males then.  One time they brought back both a she-male
dominatrix and her sissy boyfriend.

"I'd been fucking Uncle Jake doggy style for years by then.  Aunt Peggy
loved to see him bent over with a man's dick up his ass.  The she-male
wanted me to fuck the sissy while she did Uncle Jake.  Missionary-style.
It was as good as fucking a woman.  She'd shaved all her body hair, and her
skin felt soft and smooth.  And she knew how to fuck!  And kiss.  I was
hooked.  A good looking sissy, who is passable as a woman in manners as
well as looks, I'll go for her every time."

While Ellen was fascinated with Guy's story, she was also disturbed by
Guy's use of the word "sissy."  Guy saw the look on her face.

"Look, Ellen, a guy who goes around dressed as a woman is a sissy.  You can
call yourselves she-males, transgendered, transsexuals, whatever.  To most
people, I'm a sissy because I fuck men, although I'm always the top.  Uncle
Jake was always the bottom, but he was six three, hairy as a bear, and
never wore anything feminine unless Aunt Peggy ordered him to.  Which was
every day."  At this Guy chuckled to himself.  "If any of our neighbors had
found out about him, they would have called him a sissy too, although he
probably could have kicked the ass of any man in the county.

"I use the word 'sissy' because its simple and obvious.  No psycho terms.
I usually stay away from 'top' and 'bottom.'  I'm a sissy fucker, you're a
sissy.  That's why we're here."

Ellen couldn't deny Guy's logic.  At least he wasn't calling her "bitch"
and "slut."  And he'd never hidden the fact that he considered men who fuck
men as gay.  Or that he wanted to fuck her.  She put her silverware on her
plate, wiped her mouth, placing the napkin on the table.  Leaning back in
the chair, she looked at Guy.

"Since that's why we're here, shouldn't we be doing it?"

Guy signaled Serge to bring the check