In a Feminine World - 2

The day came for Lap the eunuch and Boy Jennifer to go to the college with their two child-mistresses eleven-year-old Tamsina and eight-year-old Poppy. The house was a frenzy of preparation early in the morning. The servant girls, Zebbie and Flare, scurried around running baths and helping Tamsina and Poppy get dressed.

Tamsina wore her favourite pale blue French knickers with frilly edges and a matching chiffon top tied at her midriff. She chose some pretty high heeled shoes with a jewelled buckle and a pearl choker and bracelet. Her long brown hair was up and held in place with a jewel-studded comb.

Lady Delphine herself came into supervise Poppy's outfit lest she wear something totally unsuitable.

"Everyone will want to look pretty," said Poppy, holding up a see-through mini gown against her naked body.

"Well," said Delphine. "This is your first eunuch training class and you must look the part."

Delphine, who was not yet dressed, was wearing a sheer white negligee which opened loosely over her breasts as she lent over the clothes Poppy had laid out on the bed.

"What about this?" she asked, picking up a petticoat style mini skirt and a bra top.

"It's nice," said Poppy thoughtfully. "If I can wear a lace thong under it and some hold-up stockings."

Delphine agreed and Poppy stood up while Flare, the attractive red haired teenage servant girl, bent down before her to put the thong and stockings on her child-mistress.

"Now then," said Delphine, sighing at the vision of loveliness the two girls made, "where are Lap and Boy Jennifer?"

Lap came in on all fours, as he was expected to do when entering a lady's bedroom, followed by ten year old Boy Jennifer.

"Lap, you will be naked today," announced Delphine. "You know what to expect."

Lap nodded. Behind him Boy Jennifer wore only his genital binding, which all boys wore until they were ready to be castrated in their teens. This was to be his first visit to the girls' college and was already nervous with excitement. With his long blond hair was a very pretty boy, who was being well prepared for a lifetime of devotion to the service of women. He adored them and just wanted to amuse them and heap all his attention on them.

"Can we perfume them?" asked Poppy enthusiastically.

"Very well," said Delphine with a smile.

Tamsina stepped forward with a bottle of sweet smelling perfume and splashed it on Lap's chest and arms and on his bottom.

"Rub it in for me Flare," she asked and the servant, who was a good seven or eight years her senior but obeyed her every word.

Lap stood up, his legs apart as he felt the servant girl's hands all over his body. A sweet, sweet smell rose and Lap felt as he did at these times he belonged in this feminine world. It felt good to have the girl's hands between his legs and not having to worry about becoming sexually aroused. There was nothing horrible and dangly there, nothing to trouble him or make him aggressive. Just a smooth mound and a little opening. It was much nicer for servant girl doing something like this and for him it was much better than being a man.

Next it was Boy Jennifer's turn.

"I'll do Jennifer," she said, and lavished the perfume over the boy's back and bottom and inside his thighs before turning to his front and making sure every inch of his smooth chest and stomach were covered until they glistened and glowed. Jennifer closed his eyes as he felt the rich heady aroma rise in his nostrils and Poppy's little hands all over his body. He sensed an ache inside his binding and eased his legs further apart.

He was shaken from his dreams by as sharp slap on his bottom.

"Now, now," said Delphine, "you must learn Jennifer we doing this for our pleasure not yours. We like turning little boys into girls and then making them our absolute servants. Your saw Lap. Completely naked and he didn't move a muscle. You're a very sweet boy but you mustn't forget your place."

"No madam," muttered Jennifer apologetically.

"Say you're sorry to Poppy and kiss her bottom."

At that Poppy put a hand across her mouth to stifle a squeak of anticipation. Only eight years old and her parent-mistress was letting a boy, not even a eunuch yet, kiss her bottom.

Jennifer fell to his knees as Flare held up Poppy's chiffon petticoat and presented her pert little rear to the boys' trembling lips. He pecked Poppy's exposed bottom cheeks twice before she wriggled and giggled and Flare let her skirt fall to cover her up again.

"Now come here," Delphine ordered Jennifer. "Stand still in front of me"

Delphine's negligee was fully open now and he could see her nipples dark and erect. The perfume and the little child-like love play between the boy and Poppy, had clearly excited her as well.

Jennifer stood before her and wondered what was coming next when Delphine produced a pink silk ribbon and tied it round his satin genital binding into a big bow that tickled the top of his thighs.

"Thank you madame," he said, curtseying.

"Off you go. And behave," said Delphine, kissing Tamsina and Poppy on the lips as they waved good bye.

Then she turned to Flare and ordered her to go and fetch Zebbie who was clearing up from breakfast and come together to her bedroom. She was seriously missing her girlfriend Helena, who was away performing with her ballet company. But after all that had happened that morning she was in the mood for a few hours of close personal attention from her two servant girls. She went into her bedroom, slipped off her negligee and lay back, her arms above her head, as they came scampering in, eager and compliant, as all good servant girls should be. They could not wait to undress and they knew exactly what was expected of them.

When the girls arrived at the college, Tamsina leading Lap on a leash, Poppy holding hands with Boy Jennifer, the others from their class came crowding round.

"Can I ride on your eunuch?" asked one girl.

"Your boy's gorgeous isn't he," said another to Poppy, inspecting Jennifer's binding and his pink satin bow.

Soon there were a dozen girls around them, some in pretty see-through frocks, some in expensive lacy knickers and bras and some tight-fitting hot pants and blouses tied above the waist. Most of them were a year or two older than Tamsina, up to about thirteen years old. Poppy was the youngest by a long way, and was certainly very young to be taking this class, but Tamsina had persuaded her teacher to allow her into this particular eunuch training day as they belonged to same parent-mistress.

Then the teacher Miss Petronella came along and told them to go inside. She was in her mid twenties but exercised a firm but understanding hand with her young pupils, who could be a real handful. At an exclusive college like this for the girls of rich lesbians, some of the pupils were more than ready to date by the age of eight and by the time they reached their teens were ravishing beauties, knowing, sophisticated - and rampant - adored and ardently pursued by their friends and very often by their parent-mistress's lesbian friends as well. They also knew how to handle a eunuch and make him useful while keeping him in his place

Once they were seated the class of twenty girls watched as Tamsina and Poppy led Lap and Boy Jennifer to the front.

"The little blonde boy's got a cute bottom," Jennifer heard one girl whisper as he walked through the aisle of desks to much girlish giggling.

"He smells so delicious," said another. "I could lick his bum."

Miss Petronella, who was wearing a full length dress and uplift bra which supported her ample, exposed breasts, explained what the lesson today was about.

"We had a eunuch last week who was permitted to dress you. You all remember how important it is to adopt the right posture when a eunuch servant is an intimate situation with you. Next week we will do bathing and getting a eunuch to bathe you and dry you properly. These are all skills a lady needs. Last week we saw a eunuch who still had a penis, pathetic thing that it was, but today we have a eunuch, who as you see has no remnants of his manhood, no penis and no testicles, and a boy, who has them all, but tightly bound up.

We will teach walking, riding and sitting and introduce you to discipline for eunuchs. You may also feel the 'smoothy' eunuch and see how much better is for men that they should be kept like this."

She said that some of the girls probably were already allowed to take their pet eunuchs for walks and used them to sit on. There were nods all round.

"Very well," said Miss Petronella, noting that twelve and thirteen year old girls were getting ever more knowledgeable about dealing with eunuch servants.

The girls took it in turns to lead Lap around the class room on all fours on a leash. One or two felt him between the legs to see if he squirmed or showed any signs of reaction. There was none.

"When you walk a eunuch out, Miss Petronella told them, "you should move slowly, almost gliding along. Your eunuch cannot go very quickly and you should use his pace to show yourself off gracefully. Let me show you."

She took Lap's leash and moved through the girls, her breasts prominent, her bottom just visible though her dress, swaying and undulating as she led the eunuch on.

Jennifer watched from the side as the girls took in turns to try, their tight bottoms moving from side to side, their long legs striding sedately across the room. He licked his lips and began to feel the ache in his binding again.

"Who's wearing a thong today?" asked Miss Petronella. Half a dozen girls put up their hands.

"Very well. I want two of you to take off your tops. One of you to lead the eunuch so we can really see your body moving and the other one his back. Imagine you're taking you girlfriend for a walk in the park and you want to be seen."

A striking girl of about thirteen stepped forward. She had short black hair and nicely budding breasts. She slipped off as mini dress and ran her hands over her flat stomach onto her thong. She was looking quite excited. Her friend was being helped out of her bustier top by some of the other girls and came skipping forward alongside Lap.

"Why do we have to wear our thongs?" she asked, totally without embarrassment. "All my parent-mistress's girl friends say it nicer to ride a bare eunuch naked yourself."

There was a coo of anticipation form the other girls.

"Wow," gasped Miss Petronella. "I can't deny that. OK then. And anyone else who prefers to do this with no clothes, please feel free."

Within a matter of seconds there were twenty completely naked, uninhibited young girls in the classroom. Boy Jennifer gazed at them, intently, hungrily. Their undies, slips, dresses and bustier tops littered the floor. They all had perfect bodies, some whose breasts had yet to develop, some of which were budding promisingly and others with the large firm breasts of rapidly growing thirteen year olds. None had any body hair and shaving between the legs was taken for granted. Some of them were surprisingly prominent between the legs, their vulvas proudly displayed like girls in earlier times had shown off an ankle or a thigh or a hint of cleavage, as proof of their femininity and their awakening desires. And now the very essence of their female sex was deemed beautiful and for display, here was the ultimate proof of their confidence as young women, and their complete liberation without men. Only in this feminine world could a girl show herself off like this without fear or shame - and enjoy the consequences.

Boy Jennifer wondered why he couldn't be like that and have all the sensual pleasure they were being brought up to enjoy. All he had was a tightly bound ache between his legs. He never understood until that moment why he wanted to be castrated. An unattainable longing was seizing his body. Until he disposed of the source of that ache and that longing he would never be admitted into the inner world of the feminine. The best eunuchs attended parties and balls for ladies and their girlfriends, dressed them, bathed them, pampered them and entered their mistress's bedrooms. He wanted to do all this and knew he could only do it when he was no longer a man, when the source of his ache had been removed for ever, when he could experience no excitement of his own but only help his mistress to her rightful pleasures. He was only ten but instinctively he understood all of this. From that moment, kneeling before these, the loveliest of naked young girls, he knew why men had to become eunuchs.

In her own innocent way, Poppy too was in her element. She would lots of stories to tell her own friends - how she's been kissed on the bottom by a delightful boy and ridden naked on the back of a eunuch. Eight year old's didn't normally do these things.

Miss Petronella turned to Jennifer. "Boy, collect up everyone's garments and fold them up neatly until we need you."

At her command Jennifer went straight onto all fours crawling between the legs of the girls picking up their discarded clothes. He felt a few hands across his back and his own bottom, pertly up in the air as he crawled forward to pick up some knickers between the feet of a girl who wanted to see him wriggle and work for it. She slapped his bottom as he went between her legs.

"Can we ride the boy too?" asked another.

"No he's only ten and still very weak," said Miss Petronella. "We'll find something else he can do to amuse us."

Tamsina meanwhile was arm in arm with another girl. She was a year or so older and had very large breasts. She liked them like that, just like Allegri's in their full roundness. She gently stroked the girl's bottom, snuggled against her and licked her nipples playfully. She felt the girl's fingers exploring her between the cheeks of her bottom.

"Concentrate all of you," said Miss Petronella, conscious she was in danger of losing control over her naked pupils.

The first two girls took Lap off for a walk out of the back of the classroom into a secluded part of the college grounds, the one on his back rubbing herself up and down on him and giving him the occasional little spank to urge him on. He was enjoying the feel of young female bodies against his own, knowing he could them more pleasure as a eunuch and enjoy their playful ways more than he ever could have done as a man with a greedy, selfish penis.

The others followed them into a glade where no-one could see them. It was a warm sunny day and lying naked in the shade of the trees the girls were overcome by amorous desires. They crowded round Lap, slapping his bottom, squeezing his nipples and examining him between his legs. One girl opened her own legs and offered herself to his mouth. He licked her fervently. Another one pulled his face away by the back of his head and directed him to her own moist opening. Tamsina kissed her new friend's breasts long and hard.

"What shall we do with the boy, miss?" asked one girl.

Miss Petronella knelt down in front of him. "Do you like to see all these lovely little girl's bodies and watch them making love?"

Jennifer nodded. The aching between his legs was becoming unbearable.

The teacher then walked around behind him and began smacking his bare bottom with one hand and squeezing his genital binding with her other.

"The sooner these are off you the better," she whispered in his ear and as fingernails penetrated the silk to dig into his little testicles.

"Don't be unkind to him, please, miss." The voice was Poppy's. She stretched her naked little body out over his back and put her hands around him onto his nipples. "He's such a sweet boy and he loves girls and ladies and will make a very good eunuch."

"In that case let's teach him something new," said the teacher. "Have you licked a girl before?" she asked him. He mumbled that he hadn't.

"Would you like to?"

Jennifer didn't answer and just looked down.

"And what about you? She said to Poppy. "Have you ever been licked by a boy or a eunuch?"

Poppy shook her head. "I'm just eight," she reminded the teacher. "And he's only ten. I haven't even had a girlfriend yet and we all know boys grow up later than girls."

"Well you young lovers, you'd better start here." Petronella made Poppy lie down cradled in the arms another girl.

Gently she opened Poppy's brown, slim legs until her delicate femininity was exposed for all to see, smooth, hairless, untouched. Two more girls gently held her legs wide and another kissed her neck and her red lips. One of the girls holding her legs secured them between her own thighs and lay alongside Poppy stretching over her to kiss her nipples. Poppy's breasts had yet to show any sign of growth; her chest was flat and smooth but she responded willingly to the lips and hands exploring her lithe, little body from all sides. She writhed and groaned and felt strange sensations overcoming her in her nakedness.

Petronella then led Boy Jennifer to the group of naked girls and held his head down between Poppy's open legs.

"Smell, and kiss," she instructed, softly. "Just let you boy's lips find her little girl's lips, not lips like yours on your face, her special girl lips, down there. Put you tongue there kiss her and lick her. Love her, worship her. Let her feel as a woman and find out what pleasure a slave brings to his mistress's body, what pleasure only he can bring her. And when you are a eunuch you will do this again and gain, bringing ecstasy to women and feel nothing yourself, knowing only that you have brought satisfaction to your mistress. Learn it now."

Poppy writhed and squealed as she felt herself being opened up by Boy Jennifer's tongue. She had never felt like this before. She was aware of becoming wet between her legs. Then without warning Miss Petronella pulled Jennifer away and made him rest on all fours. He could see Poppy's fingers go between her legs to caress herself, before another tall, naked girl, a more experienced thirteen year old, took over where he had been forced to end. The girl gently moved Poppy's hand aside and dealt expertly with little girl's urgent needs, licking and licking the eight year old until she shrieked out loud and sank back in to the arms of the other girls, all energy spent.

The girls nestled together, a picture of naked feminine loveliness, lovingly and peacefully whispering to each other and watching while Petronella, administered another spank to Boy Jennifer on his bottom and squeezed the still throbbing binding between his legs and tweaked his nipples. The ache went on and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't know what to do. He just wanted the aching bits chopped off so he could spend his days licking child-mistresses and lesbian ladies for their pleasure alone.

Sadly for them all it was soon time to go. Miss Petronella rode naked on the back of Lap the eunuch to the classroom led by Tamsina and Poppy put Jennifer on a leash made from Miss Petronella's thong to lead him triumphantly indoors. The girls cheered Poppy into the classroom and reached out to congratulate her and kiss her. She felt so proud and the nipples on her flat little chest stood out so much she couldn't help playing with them as she walked through the throng of girls reaching out to her on either side. When they saw what she was doing almost without realising it, they quickly joined in to give her nipples a little affectionate, squeeze before it was time to slip on their panties and tops and go home.

Boy Jennifer looked excited to the end but was learning fast what it meant to be a boy and then a eunuch in a feminine world. He could only join in only when asked and then only for his mistress's pleasure - and only properly when he had been castrated. But he knew that was what he wanted and he was very lucky to have the chance to become a eunuch pet in a few year's time.

Life would not be the same again. Jennifer knew he would lose his aching maleness sooner rather than later and Poppy was desperate for a real girl friend. And Miss Petronella was reprimanded by the headmistress for using Delphine's eunuch and boy with such liberality. It was quite a lesson for everyone.

To be continued: Lady Delphine hears some good news, Poppy gets a surprise and takes Lap the eunuch and Boy Jennifer shopping for some party wear.