In a Feminine World - 3

"Well I don't know what we're going to do with you," said Lady Delphine to her charge, the child Poppy. "Cut those long blonde locks off for a start."

After her adventures at college with Boy Jennifer and a class of twenty naked older girls, Poppy had become the toast of her own friends but she was not popular with her parent-mistress.

Lady Delphine made her displeasure clear. "You do not use my eunuch and my boy-girl like that without my permission, she said. "It was supposed to be a eunuch training lesson not a party. Tamsina was old enough to know better. I've punished her by putting her in a chastity belt for a week. That should cool her and her girl friends down. Lap has been repeatedly spanked by Scom and the servant girls and Boy Jennifer has been told any more behaviour like that and he'll be castrated a good five years earlier than he might."

"I'm sorry", whispered Poppy demurely.

"If you were four or five years older and I had said you could have a party for your friends at home it might have been alright. But not at your age in college."

Lady Delphine rang the bell by her chair and summoned Zebbie, the maid servant and Scom, her inferior eunuch who did all the heavy housework.

Zebbie came in a tall, well-built eighteen-year-old, in a plain black corset, tight panties and high black boots. She was carrying what looked like a beating cane. Scom was naked except for a belt around his waist and crawled along on all fours. He was just eighteen and had had his testicles removed three years ago. His penis remained, a spindly two inches or so hanging free between his legs and although he was incapable as a man it could still shows signs of response if stimulated (which he had been trained and conditioned not to do himself). He knew he was to be put to the test now.

Poppy flinched and started to shake.

"Bend over the end of the sofa," ordered Lady Delphine.

Poppy did as she was told as her parent-mistress pulled up her white tunic skirt. She felt the maid's cool hands on her inner thigh and on her bottom as her white cotton panties were pulled down. Scom was told to stand in front of her, facing away from her bottom, just inches from the top of her head. His flaccid two inch penis was twitching and dangled in the air without any testicles to flop against.

"Six times," Lady Delphine instructed the servant. "And Poppy you may bite Scom' s bottom if it helps and hold his penis tight if you wish. Transfer you pain to him."

Poppy braced herself as the cane came down on her bare bottom. She let out a little whelp on the fist stroke and lifted up her head to press her open mouth against the eunuch's eagerly offered posterior. It was surprisingly smooth and cool and smelt nicely perfumed. She arched her back again and slipped her outstretched hands through the eunuch's open legs to grasp the loosely dangling penis. She sank her nails into it and felt it struggling for life, stiffening very slightly. As the blows came down she found with each swish she concentrated more on her game with the eunuch's apology for a penis. Each time her own bottom received a stroke and the stinging sensation surged through her slender limbs, the tighter her grip on the eunuch grew, and the tighter she squeezed the more she the sensed the stirrings of a reaction in him. The whole sequence, swish, sting, squeeze, throb, from maid to girl to eunuch, became pleasurable in itself. She was almost a sorry when it came to an end.

She would do that again one day when she was older, with a eunuch's trembling little penis in each hand and her own girl friend administering the strokes.

After the beating had finished, Lady Delphine put talcum powder over the eight-year-old red cheeks and stroked them. Then quite involuntarily she stopped to kiss them gently.

"Let's forget about it now," she said and turned to Zebbie and Scom. "I think you enjoyed that too much both of you. Eunuch, bend down, your bottom up."

He did immediately as he was told as Lady Delphine took the cane from Zebbie and gave him three sharp thwacks. The she ordered the maid to kiss Poppy's sore bottom and finally dismissed both the servant girl and the eunuch with a wave of her hand.

"Come and sit next to me, Poppy and let's have a little talk."

Poppy snuggled up to her and rested her head on Lady Delphine's stockinged thighs.

"You have a very privileged life, "She told the contrite young girl. "You can go to all the parties you wish, have all the girl friends you want and clothes and jewellery and you can have maids and eunuchs to serve your every desire. This is a special world many women have worked for to create for you, where you are free and no man can trouble you. I know girls grow up very quickly now but when you are only eight you must not rush into things."

"I know, I know," sighed Poppy. "It's just I feel ready. I like it"

"I realise that all too well," sighed Lady Delphine, cuddling her closer.

Poppy took a deep breath and carried on. "I want to date someone. There's lots of girls in my class who are talking about it. Angeliqua's nine now and she's gorgeous. And I want Boy Jennifer to wait on me and become my eunuch when he's castrated. He told me that's what he wants too and he wants his horrible little man bits taken off as soon as he can."

"He could be waiting several years," replied Delphine. "He's got to complete his training as a girl first. But as for a girl friend for you, well I've been thinking about that myself."

Poppy suddenly brightened up and sat upright, her head resting on Delphine's breasts.

"Would you like to become a Petal?" asked

She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her friends had talked about becoming Petal but very few were chosen. Petals had become very fashionable in society in recent years as the boundaries of what was permissible and as women explored their unconstrained desires for the first time ever. Petals were young girls, perhaps in their early teens who were dated by older ladies. Sometimes they were just trophies for a sophisticated, elegant and successful lesbian to escort around town, to the ballet, to art exhibitions and to parties.

But the older ladies could get carried away, dressing themselves and their favoured Petal in nothing but the wispiest lingerie and jewels, showering gifts and jewellery and their and even becoming amorously attached to them. It was Madame Bellarine who took the fashion into new heights when she appeared at the ballet with a ten-year-old Petal girl, each dressed in identical (except for the size) pearl-studded white basques, stockings and diamond-encrusted thongs, each leading a eunuch on a jewelled leash and collar, one with his single remaining testicle pierced and thrust forward in a silver clasp and the other, who had no testicles, with his inch long penis painted and perfumed.

Would Poppy like to be a Petal Girl? You bet.

"Well wouldn't you like to know who's offering to be your Petal-Mistress?" asked Delphine.

"I hope it's someone beautiful."

"As lovely as you. It's Madame Aristasia, Angeliqua's parent-mistress."

Poppy knew Madam Aristasia quite well, having been to her apartment for Angeliqua's birthday parties and seen her at college. She was certainly very elegant, with olive-skin and jet, raven hair and a very shapely figure. Poppy had no idea how old she might be; around thirty perhaps.

"She's watched you growing up," Delphine continued, "and adores your blonde looks of course and thinks you have great promise. I thought long and hard when she sought my permission to make you her Petal but I finally decided you'd be better under her wing than with some fourteen year old running wild all over town. But I meant what I said earlier. You must not abuse your privileges."

"Thank you, thank you," cried Poppy repeatedly and thrust her arms around Delphine's neck and kissed her over and over again.

"Steady on," laughed Delphine. "Save that for Madame Aristasia. We'd better tell the others and then you've get to make yourself presentable. You have a Petal-Mistress to impress now."

Tamsina will be green, thought Poppy. And what would she do about Boy Jennifer?

Eleven-year-old Tamsina was surprisingly relaxed about it all. The silver chastity belt encased her tightly and was matched by a bra top that flattened her breasts and made them utterly inaccessible. Poppy wondered what she and her girl friend Allegri got up to now. Perhaps Tamsina spanked her eunuch to work off her excess energy. Calmly she announced as soon as she was unlocked from the belt she had arranged, with Delphine's permission, a week's holiday at the country mansion belonging to Allegri's parent-mistress. Poppy glanced at Delphine who nodded to confirm her assent to the plan. The only problem, said Tamsina, all the guests were bringing a eunuch and she wanted to take Lap.

"Well," thought Delphine. "I'd imagined you'd need him Poppy to go out walking with Aristasia but I suppose you could have Scom, Poppy. Is that fair?"

Poppy instantly had another idea. Why not Boy Jennifer, she asked. He would be more suitable in a way, since she was very lucky to be an eight-year-old Petal and although Jennifer wasn't a eunuch yet he was very well trained and more her own age.

So, the next day, Poppy, Boy Jennifer, Delphine and Scom, set off to do some shopping. They went to a store selling lingerie and party wear for under twelve's. The racks were full of twenty-inch bustier tops and basques with cups for the smallest of breasts and some specially designed for the younger girls without any bust line at all. There were wispy camisole tops in the most delicate see-through silk and the tiniest thongs and panties imaginable and flat bras with just a triangle or heart shape to cover a nipple. There were frilly garter belts for twelve inch waists and stockings for the slenderest of little legs. In another room were party frocks with layers and layers of petticoats, cat suits, hot pants, backless ball gowns in the lightest of chiffon, some long, some as short as could be, and cocktail dresses cut in swirl of ribbons to the waist.

Around the store were score of girls excitedly inspecting everything that was on offer, plucking off a matching bra top and panties to try on or show their friends or their parent-mistresses sitting patiently on their eunuchs, playing with them, idly stroking their upturned bottoms.

Girls not as old as Poppy, just in their white school panties, looked for garments more flimsy, more appealing and feminine . Delphine caught a glimpse of a heavenly pair of little twins, two curly haired angels, younger still, looking for their first ever garters and stockings.

As they sauntered through the store, Scom the eunuch's free hanging penis was no less limp but looked a little longer than normal. Boy Jennifer's mouth was dry and his usual ache was back. Poppy had removed the cape she was wearing to reveal and a yellow chiffon wrap around her chest with a large bow tied at the back, above matching full French knickers and stockings.

They loaded up with a selection of items and summoned an assistant to help. She was a girl of about seventeen but with an exceptionally petite body and was specially chosen to serve in the under-twelve's lingerie shop. She led them to a viewing area where Lady Delphine rested on a chaise longue with Poppy on her knee, Scom at her feet and Boy Jennifer half under the long seat.

In the viewing area the assistant first modelled clothes for customers who discussed them and narrowed down their preferences without the bother of having to keep changing outfits themselves. The petite, almost boyish girl, entered first in a pale green and buttercup camisole top and a pair of the most exquisite miniscule panties imaginable tied at the side in pretty bows. Poppy said she liked them and Lady Delphine beckoned the young over to her and slid her fingers inside the panties to feel the material and examine the fit. The girl smiled sweetly, her eyes widening as the lesbian lady's fingers slid over her half-covered bottom. Jennifer drew his knees up to chin and clasped his arms around his legs, as if to hold in the gnawing ache from inside his genital binding. Scom rocked to and fro like a restless pet dog.

The girl slipped them off without leaving the room and put one bustier top after another, open-sided mini dresses to match the tie-side panties, tunics with the most delicate shoulder straps, and pyjama trouser suits with bared bottoms, and the sheerest of silk stockings in white and pink, of the style much loved by Poppy.

Eventually Delphine bought her a pale blue basque with alternate silk and lace panels, and accessories to go with it, a Grecian style mini tunic dress, three deep garter belts with lashings of lace and enough thongs and stockings to last her a whole month of evenings of moist-excitement at the ballet.

Knowing Aristasia, thought Lady Delphine, she will be rushing to have exact matching sets made up for herself, and with the right jewellery, flowers and ribbons in her hair blonde, blue-eyed Poppy will hold society in her pretty hands - and Aristasia's generous breasts too if she knew the girls' charms.

As Poppy took Jennifer with into a side to examined her choice of garments before they were paced, Lady Delphine, now fully stretched out on the chaise longue, summoned the assistant to her. The girl was naked having taken off the sample outfits and not yet re-clothed herself in her own tunic; she curtsied to Lady Delphine, who lay on her back, her breasts upturned in her bright cherry coloured day-corset, her upper thighs covered by the full, layered knickers.

The girl had a pleasing oval face and fetching green eyes, her high cheekbones highlighted by her close cropped black hair. Her body was so trim, her breasts like little mounds on a smooth snow-covered landscape, the effect heightened by the sweet white powder lavished on her body and limbs, her waist so narrow, her stomach flat, her hips long and slender and her vulva mouth-wateringly tight and inviting. She was seventeen but had the body of a twelve year old.

"What is your name?" asked Delphine.

"Antoinette, mistress."

"Lovely. May I?" Delphine stretched out her hand between the girl's legs and after three deft strokes, withdrew it and sniffed her fingers.

"I like your perfume," she said. "And your body juices too. You've done well. You may play with my eunuch."

The girl murmured her thanks as Scom presented his rear to her. She inserted three fingers between his cheeks and found her way to the now quivering remains of his former masculinity. He pursed his lips and rotated his hips in time to her rhythmic caress.

"Not bad, is he," commented Delphine. "And probably only a couple of years older than you. He was castrated quite late and so he still has some lingering responses there. I shall have it cut off if he gets too uppity."

The girl knelt beside him and drew her other hand across his face. He attempted to lick her fingers as they passed over his lips and mouth. The girl just laughed.

"You like them like this? asked Delphine.

"They amuse me, eunuchs, males," she replied thoughtfully. "When you think about what they used to be like."

"That's right. When you think for how long, through the ages, how they dominated women", said Delphine, responding to the girl's skill, her deftness in taming a eunuch, "how they thrust themselves on us, into us, yes into us with their eight inch worth of meat. And now look at them, hopeless dependent creatures who love being fussed over and being pretty and doing their all to please us, wafting whatever's left of their useless flopping members like buttercups in the wind."

She slid from her lazy reclining posture and cupped the assistant's firm breasts from behind while the girl continued to probe the eunuch's body, drawing her hands across his thighs and bottom and reaching between his open legs to swing his free-hanging penis to and fro.

Then she turned to Delphine and the pair embraced and kissed, tongues and finger-tips working over the other's lips, neck and nipples.

Scom's jaw hung open, his face beaded with perspiration. But he remained motionless, on all fours. He knew that had been a great treat, as near as he could ever get to pleasure. The girl had enjoyed it. Therefore he had. That was what men, when they were turned into eunuchs, were for. It was the best way. It was what men deserved.

Lady Delphine's ardent embrace with the assistant was interrupted by laughter from the inner room, as Poppy called to them. As Delphine resumed her seat and the assistant scurried away to begin folding up and packing the chosen items, Poppy drew her attention to a notice, which told customers of a new Boys and Young Eunuchs Room. She begged to take boy Jennifer along.

"He'll need something if he's going to come with me to parties and things," she insisted.

"Very well," sighed Delphine, as Poppy hurried away gripping Boy Jennifer by the hand.

Along the corridor they found a host of collections for boys being raised as girls before their castration and items for ones freshly re-shaped as eunuchs. There were lots of differently coloured genital binding ribbons, all to make sure their male parts did not grow too big before they were removed, frilly knickers for little boys to wear to wear over their binding, boys' bras to cover their nipples, frocks with more layers of petticoats than even Poppy would have dreamed of wearing, long pure white castration gowns for wear on the eve of the final ceremony, panties for new eunuchs with no testicles, and different shaped ones for those with testicles but no penis.

Boy Jennifer was left quite breathless by the silks and satins and the most gorgeous things that boys could wear now. His eye was particularly drawn to the racks of tutus for boys, layers of floaty nylon and tulle, standing stiffly, proudly out, in every colour and shade imaginable, white of course, pink, light blue, dark blue, yellow, cerise, lilac, orange, and greens of every hue and deep black and purple.

Jennifer loved his ballet lessons and couldn't help rubbing his face against rustling rows of swaying tutus.

"Is this what you'd like?" asked Poppy gently.

Boy Jennifer nodded fervently.

"Let's see then. What colour? And what size?"

Together they chose half a dozen tutus. Jennifer said he preferred the ones with shot skirts that stood out at right angles to the wearer, rather than those with slightly longer skirts, pointing downward. He adored them all but together after holding them up against himself and looking in the floor-length mirror and letting Poppy admire him in a proper ballerina's tutu, they decided together that the pale lilac colour suited him best, with eight layers of netting.

"You could wear it when we go to the ballet with my Petal-Mistress," she told him, quite thrilled herself at the idea of leading her own boy eunuch-to-be through the theatre audience in his new tutu.

She had already decided if he was walking behind her she would keep her bottom bare so he could gaze at it longingly the whole time. Suddenly with all these excited thoughts racing through her mind she said.

"Kiss my bottom, please, I'd love it if you did it again, only this time slower."

Boy Jennifer knelt behind her and holding back his long blonde hair brought his lips to the soft cheeks of her bottom in an innocent act of devotion from a boy-girl to the prettiest Petal there ever was.

"Will you still do it when you've had your things, you know, what's in you binding, when they've gone," she asked him over her shoulder.

"Oh yes, even more when I'm a proper eunuch. I can do it then just whenever you want, when you're not with your girlfriends."

"I feel so funny now," said Poppy, quite blankly. "I can't explain it, ever since I went to the college, I feel different. I'm nearly nine and I feel, well grown up."

"Too grown-up," said a voice from the doorway.

Lady Delphine entered, her face as red as her day-corset.

"I can't leave you alone for a minute. Even Tamsina doesn't do half these things and she's nearly four years older and everyone tells me she's a magnet for every girl in the class. Never mind. I got something else to tell you. I've had a message from Helena. Her dancing tour has finished early and she'll be home in two days time."

To be continued: Lady Delphine prepares the homecoming of her ballerina girlfriend, Helena, who gives her a gift of a European boy-eunuch and Poppy and Boy Jennifer go out on the town with her Petal-Mistress