Lady Penelope

This chapter is set in the "Altered Genesis" world created by the wonderful DorineHighcoven. I am indebted to her for her inspiration, advice, editing help, and of course, her kind permission to "spin off" from her marvelous series. Thank you!

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Penelope Gynogarde walked into her living room with a cup of tea and a plate of the delicious petite vanilla and chocolate cupcakes for her video call. It was 3:30 p.m. in New York, meaning it was 1:30 in Idaho, where Lady Amy Edenfemme and her son Dillon were getting ready for her call.

Penny's vid screen came to life, and there they were, Lady Amy with her thick salt-and-pepper hair loosely pulled back, and Dillon, with his big dark eyes wandering and uncertain. They sat together on a couch.

Penny started with a jovial, friendly tone: "Well, hello there you two! How are you doing this afternoon?"

Amy said, "We're fine, just fine, Lady Penelope! How are you?"

"I'm doing well, thanks. It's good to see you both." She added, "And Amy -- may I call you Amy? -- call me Penelope, or just Penny."

"All right, Penelope," Amy said, "thank you. And 'Amy' is just fine for me."

"Good," Penny said. "How are you today, Dillon?"

Snapping out of a reverie, Dillon gave Penny a frightened look. "Um...I'm all right."

"Good," Penny said. "You look so nice, Dillon dear." Amy had apparently gone to some trouble in preparing Dillon for the call. Penelope could see he had a nice, form-fitting crop-top knit shirt on (she could just see a bit of his exposed abdomen, which teased her into wanting to see more), and the pale blue coloring set off his dark eyes and hair very well. Penny wondered what he might be wearing below the waist, and how much skin the outfit showed.

Again, Dillon reacted slowly to his surroundings; he gave every indication of wanting to be anywhere but on the call. Dully, he said, "Uh...thanks."

"So, Amy..." Penelope started, "I wanted to tell you again how nice it was meeting Dillon and you at Grandmother's estate. I do love our ranch out there -- it's my favorite family property to visit. And now, it has the wonderful memory of meeting your handsome son to go along with it."

"Well," said Amy, "Dillon was delighted to meet you both." He looked at Amy, without trying to hide his surprise at this statement. "It's a tremendous compliment to us both, your interest in taking my dear Dillon in wedlock."

"Yes, well," Penny said, "he's a charming young male, and a wonderful worker. I was quite impressed by how he went about his duties at the ranch."

"He's always been such a good boy and very energetic," Amy said. "I'm glad you noticed that."

"Yes," Penny said, "you always want a good effort from staff and associates, even the boys. Or maybe especially the boys...Amy, I have learned that your Aunt Ruth is an important person in the Dibellan coven in -- where is it? -- Salt Lake City?"

"Cheyenne," Amy said. "And she's my great aunt. My grandmother's sister."

"Does Cheyenne have a big Dibellan congregation?"

"Cheyenne is the center of the Intermountain Council of Covens," Amy said. "Aunt Ruth is the Senior Gynarch. The congregation is strong there, although it doesn't have as many followers as Salt Lake or Denver of course. But Great Aunt Ruth had enough influence, you know, to make Cheyenne the spiritual center. You can find a lot if you look up Senior Gynarch Ruth Edenfemme."

"Hm," Penny said, "I'll have to do that..." Penny had not heard of Ruth Edenfemme before, although she sounded quite impressive. "So, your property is next to Grandma Elsa's in Idaho...do you have other operating farms or ranches?"

"Our family has a number of interests," Amy said. "The Idaho spread is one of them, and a personal favorite of mine and Dillon's. There is an intermodal freight company on the Eastern seaboard, a few specialty manufacturing plants in Louisiana and Texas, and we have a hand in some retail shops as well, scattered about. I've spent time working at most of them. My aunt thinks it's good to have knowledge of each of our enterprises, and I agree."

"Oh, I see," Penny said. "You folks are quite diversified, it sounds like."

"We are," Amy said, "but we have nothing compared to the Gynogarde empire. Your grandmother is a household name."

"She's well known," said Penny, "and I think many femme admire her business acumen, but strikes me that it comes at a cost. She drives herself and those around her very hard."

"I think she would have to," said Amy. "A business as large and prominent as yours? She must be working 24/7...so many people depending on her."

"Yes," said Penny, "and this week she's concerned about what will happen with interest rates. She -- we, I should say, I'm getting some responsibilities in the business too -- have a number of lines of credit which we use from time to time...she's worried about interest expense."

"Yes, I can see why," Amy said. "Some of our businesses also have to borrow now and then, but the bank in Denver gives us preferential treatment -- Great Aunt Ruth is on the board. We don't necessarily get a break in the interest rate, but repayment terms are very generous, I have to admit."

"Oh, well that's good," Penny said. "The best place to borrow from is yourself, if you can manage it."

"Absolutely true."

Penny said, "I'm sure I don't need to tell you how secure and well cared-for Dillon will be. We'll probably have a period of time where I give him the tour of the different properties and residences he will have available to him. I have a feeling that Park Avenue would be a big adjustment for him. Not much like Idaho at all."

"Dillon's a country boy," Amy said. "I'm sure you saw that when you met him." She laughed as she said, "If you take him to Manhattan, he'd probably never leave the apartment!"

Through this Dillon sat and listened. His eyes wandered every now and then, especially when Penny and his mother talked about business.

"What do you think, Dillon?" Penny asked. "Do you think you could get by in the big city?"

Dillon stared at Penny's image in the camera as the two ladies waited for him to respond. Finally, a little petulant, he muttered, "Uh...I don't know..."

"Of course you don't," Amy cut in, "you've never been in a bigger city than Pocatello, sweetheart." To Penny she said, "You'll have to ease him in slowly I think, Penelope. Get him used to things, introduce him to your friends for a get-together at home, that sort of thing. But of course, we wouldn't want Dillon to venture out into Manhattan unaccompanied, would we, Penelope?"

"No, of course not," Penelope said. "We couldn't let that happen, because there are stories every week of a boy, even one that someone had already taken in wedlock, who went missing and they're almost never heard from again. So just understand, Dillon, that you'll be safe with me at all times."

From Amy's statement and her tone, Penny thought Amy was very receptive to her suit to take Dillon in wedlock. She wanted to reinforce the idea that no harm would ever come to her Dillon.

She said, "So Dillon, you look so wonderful sitting there, so quiet and adorable. Have you had a big day at Grandma's ranch?"

"Um, yeah..." he replied, "it was a regular work day. I have to go back after this call."

"Your shoulders look extra nice today," Penny said. "That shirt really shows them off. Did you pick it out special for this chat with me?"

Dillon said, "...Well, my mom helped me..."

"I wanted Dillon to look his best when we talked to you today," Amy said. She turned to look at Dillon. "I do think it's important to send the right signal to nice folks, like Lady Penelope here, who take a special interest in us. In you."

Dillon stared into the camera and Penelope started in: "So I'm interested to know, Dillon, you work a lot at Grandma's ranch. But do play any sports, like running or tennis, to keep your beautiful shape?"

"I..." (clears his throat), "I do some running in the roads...I get most of my arm and shoulder training doing the ranch work -- herding the cows back and forth, getting 'em milked, fixing rails in the fence line..."

"Does your mom have chores for you when you get home?"

He sighed. "Sometimes..."

"Are they hard?" Penny asked. "What does your Mom have you do at home?"

"I have to work on the machinery," he said "-- update the apps that run them, fuel them up and lubricate them. Sometimes there's a repair that needs doing..."

"That's probably not as much fun as herding and milking the cows," Penny said. "Is it hard to come home and have more chores after you've worked all day?"

Dillon stared into the camera, uncertain how to answer. Penny said, "Don't worry about working a ranch in New York, honey. You'll have plenty to do right in the comfort of your own home."

"Well, I will say," Amy said, "that Dillon does excellent work in the kitchen, and he cleans and does the laundry while I'm tending my own businesses. He's a very busy boy, with his part-time duties at your ranch. In the last six months or so, he's made great strides planning and preparing meals. Haven't you, hon?"

Dillon acknowledged this with a half-shrug.

"So, Penny," Amy said, "what temple do you attend?"

"Mother Diana Coven."

"Oh really!" Amy exclaimed. "I hear that Senator Lilithstone goes there."

"That she does. I'm helping her out with her campaign this month. Goddess willing we can make even more ground towards passing the democracy fortification act."

Amy lit up: "How impressive! And such a noble cause. The sooner we can have a democracy which functions as Dibella intended the better. Males vote in such regressive and reactionary paternalistic ways! It's getting worse all the time. Abominable!"

"Amen sister! And Democracy Fortification is actually in their best interests. This way males are counted properly because legal guardians cast it on their behalf. When boys don't need to visit the ballot box, our election days become much safer. It's the best way to prevent fraud and avoid violence."

Amy nudges Dillon and smiles on cue.

"Absolutely," Penny declared. "Why should my vote only count the same as some young femme in college. I've earned a hubby, so I deserve more of a say than her!"

Amy added, "We agree completely, don't we, Dillon dear."

"Yes, mother," He nodded nervously. He gave Penny a weak smile.

"He's a good boy," Amy said. "I've been to sending him to Teresa Gynodawn Boys' for his entire schooling. None of that watered down public school nonsense. That curriculum is decades behind what the sisterhood offers. Gynodawn is a good solid practical education that teaches them according to the scriptures."

"Wonderful!" Penny beamed broadly, "Then you'll be pleased to know that we just finished filming a new campaign ad for Senator Lilithstone. We're combating all that bigoted hatred about her personal life."

"Oh Goddess can you believe it!?" Amy leaned forward with her hands on her knees, "If she wants a second husband that's her choice. She's a noblefemme for Dibella's sake, monogamy isn't part of her identity."

"Exactly," Penny nodded, "And we tackle this head on. I'm sure that Dillon will be pleased to hear that male voices are still powerful. We had a sit down interview with the three of them. Both husbands support her in her identity and are happy for her when she has a boy toy here and there on the campaign trail. They have given themselves fully only to her and just want her to be happy!"

"Check mate!" Amy cried.

"Yeah the conservatives really played into our hands on this one," Penny smiled.

Amy nudged Dillon and he forced a smile, "That's very impressive, Lady Gynogarde."

At this point Amy stood to leave, saying, "Well, I feel that Miss Penelope and I have covered some important ground today, don't you, Dillon? So I'm going to let you two talk just between each other. I have to get to the feed store and the bank." She gave Penny a little wave, and said, "Thanks again, Penny!" as she left.

"So, Dillon honey," Penny said, "I guess you're not too used to being on video calls. Is this bothering you, that we're talking together?"

He looked away from the camera. "Not really," he said. "I mean, I'm not supposed to talk to femme if I don't know them. Mom always said I should not talk to femme unless I know them, or my Mom is right there."

"Well," said Penny, "you know me, right? So you're not breaking any rules."

Dillon seemed to consider this.

"Do me a favor," Penny said. "Can you move over to your right a little and face the camera for me?"

After staring at the camera for a moment, Dillon shifted as requested.

"Now sit up straight and let me see those wonderful shoulders of yours."

Dillon's face clouded with doubt. He sat up but his face told Penny that he might not follow her next direction.

"Dillon honey," Penny said, "what's the matter, you look a little cross."

Dillon sighed heavily. "Nothing. My mother told me I had to obey femme when they asked me to do something, but then there's a lot of stuff I'm not supposed to do...with femme."

"I know, sweetheart," Penny said, summoning her patience. "And your Mom is right -- a boy has to be extremely careful talking to a femme he doesn't know. But do you really think those rules apply to you and me on this call? We know each other pretty well from our time at Grandma's ranch, and I'm getting ready to offer your Mom a dowry so I can take you in wedlock! So I'm not a stranger to you, and I pose no threat to your holy status as a beautiful fresh virgin."

His face softened as he followed her words. "Now do me a favor, Dillon sweetheart," she said. "Sit up straight and throw your chest out for me."

Apparently this request surprised him and he hesitated even more. Penny said, "You know Dillon, you don't have to. Really. I thought you liked me, though. I remember our kisses after Grandma Elsa had her hands all over you. Wasn't that nice, when we were kissing? I really thought you liked me then, too. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, though."

Dillon said, "Um, you want me to sit like this?" He sat up ramrod straight and thrust his chest out.

Penny's breath caught in her throat. It was really a very nice sight. "Ohhh, Dillon," she cooed, "you're even more handsome than I remember. So well built!" Now he looked proud as he gazed into the camera.

"Dillon," Penny said, "you don't always seem like you want to show off to femme. I mean, you're a handsome young male...do they teach boys at your Dibellan school the virtue of modesty?"

"The teachers say that males shouldn't show off," Dillon said. "That we should only do our best and let the femme in our lives notice it. If they want to compliment us, that would be fine."

"And what do you think," Penny said, "do you think you should just let femme appreciate it when you do a good job, or go above and beyond, maybe?"

"Yeah, that seems best to me," said Dillon. "I mean, the femme are really the only ones who are going to know what a male should do, right?"

"Oh, Dillon!" cried Penny. "It's just wonderful to hear you say that! That's very good to know, that you already think that way. It means you've been paying attention to your lessons in school. I was so worried that you might be one of those regressive bigots who still don't understand the innate differences between femme and boys."

"Goddess made us different, so we ought to be faithful to her design," Dillon said. "A lot if it doesn't seem very complicated."

"You're right," Penny said. "They tailor their lesson plans very carefully at Dibellan schools."

"I guess they do," Dillon said. "One teacher told me they were proud of my test grades, and also of my behavior in school."

"Oh, Dillon, that's just so excellent," said Penny. "That makes me proud of you, too...so I was wondering if you would do another favor for me..." He looked into the camera expectantly. "Could you..." she asked, "stand up for me, please? I need to see how much of your body your shirt shows." He didn't hesitate this time, and stood up. He still had his shoulders back and his hands behind him. Penny drank in the sight of his beautiful abs and the alluring Adonis-V muscles visible above his low-rise leggings.

Penny's clit tingled now that Dillon was apparently willing to do as she asked. And submitting to Penny appeared to arouse Dillon; she could see the healthy bulge in his leggings. She gazed at his pubic area for a moment, and came to an exciting conclusion.

"Uh Dillon," she said in a wheedling tone, "when you're at home, does your mother keep you in chastity?"

He looked wide-eyed into the camera; the question apparently alarmed him. Penny waited.

"Um, not always," he said. "A lot of the time after working the ranch, she lets me leave the cage off if we're not going out on errands."

"Oh, that's so exciting," Penny said quickly. Looking at his growing bulge, she said, "I see you're liking talking to me about this." Dillon remained standing, and didn't react to Penny's statement. She went on: "Now, Dillon," Penelope's stomach fluttered as she said this, "I'd just love it if you would slide your leggings down -- I'd love to see your charms for the very first time. It would mean so much to me if you would." Her breathing quickened and she worked to keep her voice steady.

His face was at the very top of the screen, she couldn't see all of it, but what she could see of his body was exciting, to say the least. His abdomen exposed, his hips naked to the world in the low-rise leggings, (Amy must have dressed him for Penny's benefit -- which she found very encouraging), his submissive erection straining against the thin fabric of his leggings...

Penny could hear his nervousness -- or maybe it was arousal: "Um, my Mom could come back..."

"Dillon, your Mom won't be back for hours," Penny said. She had her hand down her sweat pants, feeling her wetness, very focused on seeing Dillon's jewels. "You like me, don't you, Dillon? Better than my Grandma, right?"

He stood still, his hands went to the sides of his leggings. He began to lower them -- he probably didn't mean to tease Penny, but the first couple of inches that he pulled his leggings down seemed to go deliberately slowly. Then suddenly he yanked them down and his very handsome circumcised cock bounced free. Penny caught her breath as he stood there, submitting to her wishes, offering her the unobstructed view of his impressive cock. As she gazed at it, her habit of estimating a cock's size kicked in and she thought, "21 centimeters." The scene was a massive turn-on. A beautiful boy, who knew she was deeply interested, willingly -- submissively -- showing his endowment, and a very wonderful endowment it was. She stroked herself with deep pleasure. Between her breaths she said, "Dillon honey...hold yourself for me...turn just a little...I want to see your..." He pivoted slightly to the right and there they were, the plump, beautiful, overfull balls of a boy in chastity. "...your full seed sacks...they look about to burst..."

Through her excited breathing she said, "Dillon, sweet boy, lie back on the couch for me, could you? Lie down on your side and raise your knee up to show me..." She watched as Dillon, who was now naked, took a moment to recline and arrange himself. She didn't think she'd asked anything complicated, but it still took Dillon a few moments to comply. That was the point, though, he was complying.

Finally he was posed so beautifully, up on one elbow, his one knee up and his charms lewdly displayed. He even looked into the camera, with what was almost a leer. His cock stood out, with its bit of an upward curve, his large sacks hanging languidly at its base. He touched his cock near the tip and it jumped a little. He was so hard.