(Contains depictions of crossdressing, male chastity, bondage, cunnilingus, analingus, tongue piercing, and otk spanking. This story takes place in a universe where reverse-traditional gender roles are the norm, so be aware that it will not show feminization as a process. For the reading pleasure of interested adults only.)
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Sir Elizabeth woke with her arm draped across the width of the luxuriously oversized bed she had been assigned at Heartgarden castle.
Registering the empty space beside her, she pushed herself upright, hoping to catch Gabriel, her new trial consort, in the act of performing his morning routine like an earthly human being.
As always, she was too late, and he responded to the sound of her movement by stepping out of the attached bathing room as if he were stepping out of a painting.
"Good morning, my lady," he smiled warmly. "I hope you slept well."
His corset was cinched tight, his lace stockings protected from the stone floor by high-heeled slippers, his lips and cheeks brightened with a tasteful hint of rouge. The only visible "imperfections" were the intentional ones he maintained at all hours, the slightly overgrown eyebrows and daringly loose curtain of hair under a thin crown of simple braids.
The man was either clairvoyant or barely slept. In the week since Elizabeth had claimed him, she had woken as late as nine and as early as six with the same results.
She wasn't certain if his morning precision was simply a habit borne of his strict Heartgarden training -- even the most rebellious of their certified aspirants were still among the most refined potential consorts in the world -- or if he was making an extra effort to convince her to keep him.
If it was all for her benefit, perhaps she should suggest that he linger in bed with her a while, and then let her help him with his corset strings before he needed to be presentable to anyone else.
Then again, she supposed the extra lounging time might not be as pleasant for him as it would be for her, with his chastity belt holding his cock safely down and out of the way of anything that might tarnish his value to a discerning lady.
Elizabeth adjusted the silver chain around her neck, working out the tangles it had acquired during the night, and closed her hand around the key that hung from it.
The thrill of its presence had not faded for her, and by the way Gabriel's eyes followed her fingers, full of both mischievous longing and embarrassed glee, the same seemed to be true for him.
"I..." he looked away with a soft giggle. "I believe breakfast will be served in the lavender room shortly. Though I can of course fetch something if you'd prefer to stay here."
"No," said Elizabeth, pushing the blankets aside. "I'll get dressed."
As tempting as it was to spend the whole day alone with Gabriel, talking, reading to each other, enjoying his extraordinary massages, she had already given in to that temptation twice this week. Assuming she selected him as her permanent consort at the end of the season -- a decision she was finding increasingly difficult to pretend she hadn't already made -- there would be plenty of days to spend that way.
Wintering at the Heartgarden, on the other hand, was something she would likely do just once in her life. She did not mean to miss the experience, nor seem an ungrateful guest.
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"...And at eight, an ensemble of aspirants will be presenting a performance of 'Taming Patrick,'" Headmistress Jane was in the middle of reciting the day's itinerary, when Elizabeth entered the lavender drawing room, with Gabriel on her arm.
Most of the other ladies were lounging on sofas, enjoying plates from the breakfast buffet that presently took up two walls of the room.
A few of them shot glances at Elizabeth when she selected a scone for herself and motioned for Gabriel to help himself as he pleased.
Elizabeth was still the only guest to have claimed a trial consort. She had the right to invite Gabriel to share her company in the guest activities if it pleased her, but at present it made him the only aspirant eating among the ladies.
Gabriel plated himself a few boiled eggs and picked at them self-consciously.
"We also have twelve infractions currently in need of correction," Jane continued, "if any of you ladies would be willing to contribute your services."
She unfurled a scroll and set it hanging on a wrought iron stand for the ladies' perusal.
All ladies invited to the Heartgarden were required to step in and handle disciplinary issues that arose suddenly among the aspirants while there were no trainers present. They were also expected to assist with the trainers' overall workload, administering routine corrections.
The trainers were more than capable, of course, but the idea was for the aspirants to grow accustomed to receiving discipline from new hands, and for the ladies to have the opportunity to practice before taking a consort home, with experts nearby to answer their questions.
Elizabeth had not yet participated, and she skimmed the scroll now with more obligation than interest, finding most of the usual nonsense.
Marcus -- Uncleanliness, moderate, occasional. Day-old stubble found on legs, underarms, and neck.
Charles -- Presumption, mild, unusual. Sitting without permission, extenuating circumstances present.
Tristan -- Pride, moderate, unusual. Boasting of superior crochet skills.
Then her eyes lit upon a meatier line.
Christopher -- Tactlessness, severe, recurrent. Speaking ill of fellow aspirant, Daisy.
"What did he say?" Elizabeth asked, pointing.
Jane checked her notes. "Something to the effect that he pitied her, being too feeble to make an adequate woman, but that he felt it gave her no right to intrude on the domain of gentlemen with her..." Jane adjusted her glasses and squinted, "...grotesque mimicry."
"I'll do it," Elizabeth volunteered.
Gabriel turned his head sharply toward her, beginning to raise one of his unfashionably strong eyebrows, but quickly returned his attention to his plate, before Jane could notice his reaction.
Elizabeth couldn't guess the reason for his sudden distress, and didn't dare ask him here. She put a hand on his shoulder and gently stroked the back on his neck in the way that usually seemed to calm him.
Like Gabriel, Elizabeth found herself at odds with the Heartgarden's code as often as not. Opportunities to fit in were rarely as appealing as this one.
She had no interest in whipping some poor aspirant for failing to notice a hole in his stockings, but Daisy was a darling, and Elizabeth rather admired the boldness of the choice she'd made, claiming the role she wanted, without regard for who else might consider it odd or beneath them.
Daisy was currently the only fully qualified female aspirant in the whole Heartgarden, and Elizabeth couldn't imagine her ever doing anything to anyone that would justify Christopher's rudeness.
"Very well," Jane agreed, disconnecting one of the largest keys from the vast collection that always hung from her hip, and handing it to Elizabeth. "Have Christopher ready in the east courtyard in, let's say, an hour. Given the nature of the transgression and mandatory penalty, all other ladies are, of course, invited to attend at their leisure."
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When Elizabeth started down the narrow spiral stone staircase into Castle Heartgarden's dungeons, Gabriel walked behind her in silence.
This was normal behavior for aspirants in general, but not for Gabriel when the two of them were alone. Elizabeth had given him more blanket permissions than she was really allowed to, and she'd grown attached to him taking liberties with her, trusting her to keep them private.
The sudden return to complete formality was rather lonely.
"You still have permission to speak your mind in my presence," Elizabeth reminded him.
"Thank you, my lady," Gabriel acknowledged, but said no more.
"Are you feeling protective of Christopher?"
"
No
," Gabriel answered with an emphatic laugh. "Christopher is the only person in the whole castle who lives up to
his
idea of what this place is supposed to be. For every tactless thing he's caught saying about the other aspirants, he gets away with ten more. It's past time he incurred more serious correction."
