Jewel Ascending

Dear Diary,

I’ve missed you.

I’ve really let you slide.

Being busy is no excuse. Writing is therapeutic and I intend to do it more; as often as I can.

Jewel glanced over to Donna and her perfect naked form sleeping in their marital bed. The steady thrum from the main engines was barely perceptible in the master stateroom. Jewel glanced out the massive window…porthole, she recalled, despite its size, she chided herself, and watched as the ocean slipped past.

Jewel admired how the blanket had slipped and exposed Donnas’ back and her flawless skin. A sheet just clung to the curve of her body covering her full pert bottom from her waist to upper thigh. One perfect leg was exposed from thigh to foot.

Donna slept warm and would often cast off blankets and sheets in her sleep. Jewel tended to sleep cold and would cling to blankets and sheets, burrowing deep for warmth,

She glanced down to see the diamond wedding ring on her hand and smiled to herself. Since the wedding Jewel had been kept quite warm by their shared body heat and of course their shared passion for their marital bed and honeymoon.

Jewel shifted slightly in her seat as she experienced the soreness and satisfaction of their recent passion. Jewel also pondered something that was more concerning.

She couldn’t understand why she had blanked out again.

She also couldn’t believe that Donna had really brought a strap on for anal play for her.

She also couldn’t believe that she had an orgasm from Donnas’ expert use of the 6 inch dildo.

She remembered that something similar had happened with her husband and she never got around to asking her therapist what it was or why it happened. Maybe it was the smaller size of the dildo. Her dead former husband had a mammoth dick, ten inches and proportionally thick. Maybe because it was so big was the reason it always hurt her so much.

Well, as soon as they get back home after this trip she would investigate. The internet wasn’t very helpful. She found a lot of misinformation before stumbling onto something about ‘massaging the prostate’. She finally realized what it was her “Enemizer” was doing to her in the shower. She’d ask her therapist about it when they got back, once she found the time.

In the mean time, she returned her attention back to the diary page before her.

“So I am going to spend time during our honeymoon over the next few weeks to catch up with what has happened to me over the past year…”

**

One year ago…

Jewel awoke refreshed and rested. It was hard to imagine that her husband had been dead for less than a week.

After yesterday’s funeral and reception she had climbed into bed, ready to collapse from exhaustion. Jewel glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw she woke up just one minute prior to 7AM. Her household staff still kept to the schedule her husband had laid out and Jewel saw no reason to change it either. Daily routines made her days easier.

Jewel stretched under the covers and looked over the bed. Despite having sole occupancy of the bed since her husband’s car crash, his time spent in a coma, and his death and funeral she still clung to the far edge of her side of the bed. Aside from her small corner, the rest of the king size bed looked as if it were still freshly made up.

She had another unpleasant dream.

In her dream she relived her husband’s usual demand for oral relief when he awoke in the morning. Her dream was so vivid she could still remember feeling how difficult it was to take his huge ten inch cock into her warm wet mouth.

The soreness of her jaws as they stretched to accommodate his intrusion into her mouth.

The gagging sensation from his girth and length as his cock pushed past her gag reflex.

The unpleasant taste in her mouth after he shot his load of cum down her throat; and the trail of cum that formed when the residual cum would be dragged back up from her throat by the circumcision scar of his cock’s mushroom head across her tongue.

In her dream she had struggled to swallow down the residue. She woke from her dream to find she was actually trying to swallow something. There was a reason fellatio was called a ‘blow job’; it was a lot of work and effort.

Jewel dismissed the notion and smiled realizing that it was only a dream. Knowing it was only a dream gave her a surge of energy she hardly ever had the opportunity to feel.

Jewel kicked off all the sheets and warm blankets. Riding the surge of energy she stood up on top of the bed and kicked the sheets and blankets down to the footboard, ruining the bed’s made-up un-slept-in appearance.

Precisely at 7 AM the bedroom door opened and her staff walked in.

One of the bodyguards opened the door and Muriel, Dianne, and one of her household staff, a maid, walked in.

They seemed momentarily taken aback to see Jewel standing up top center of the disheveled large king size bed instead of lying down or still asleep under the covers.

Jewel was wearing a sheer black lace nightie over similarly sheer black lace panties. Her brunette hair was tousled slightly from sleep…and from her efforts kicking off the sheets and blankets.

No doubt they wondered what she was doing up there.

“Good morning Lady Delacroix” Muriel began “I trust you slept well?” she asked with a slight hint of confusion in her question.

Jewel stepped off the edge of the mattress, bounced off her bottom from the mattress edge and landed on her feet on the bedroom floor.

“Never better!” She smiled as she answered. Jewel immediately placed her feet into her high heels she had set beside the bed the previous evening. When her husband had his accident and was in a coma she continued to wear her heels to bed as was expected of her.

After he died, she made her first act of rebellion. She slipped her heels off her feet before bed…and had a good nights sleep for the first time in…well…she really didn’t know how long.

Muriel was her governess, and Jewel still didn’t want to risk offending her. Not until she could fire her. Jewel had been consulting with her attorney and she was already apprised that once her husband’s will was read she would likely have the authority to hire and fire her employees at her discretion.

Jewel didn’t need her anymore. She didn’t need her taunts or the forceful control she exercised over her on her husband’s behalf. She could do her own makeup from now on.

“That’s good to hear, but of course if you need anything in these sad and difficult times please let me know.”

Jewel suspected that Muriel…and probably the rest of her staff…all expected her to behave as if she was mourning…grieving…as if she was actually SAD that her husband was dead. She was never so polite…usually…did she suspect Jewel was ready to fire her? She decided to say something.

“Thank you so much Muriel. Your concern means a lot to me. It has been hard…but I must grieve, and I must move on. I cannot let grief overwhelm me.”

Her words appeared to have their intended effect as Muriel seemed accepting of her statement.

“We do have an easy schedule for you today My Lady” Dianne began. “Routine schedule of exercise, morning beauty, brunch, tour of the house and grounds, tea, staff interaction, diary time, and then dinner.”

Jewel stood next to the serving cart and took a cup of tea as Dianne ran through a summary of Jewel’s schedule for the day. Normally she would be served in bed but she was already up so…

Dianne was Jewel’s social secretary and manager of her social media accounts. Jewel intended to keep her in her employ despite that she knew that her humiliation of her had been at the behest of her husband. Now Jewel would oversee everything and make sure the humiliation stopped and that Dianne acted only in Jewel’s best interest.

“That’s fine. Please also have the grotto cleaned and inspected. I feel like a soak before bed may do me some good.” Take that Dianne; extra chores and an unplanned event.

“As you wish my lady.”

“And what of tomorrow?” Jewel asked.

“By tomorrow you will have satisfied the seven days of isolation and private mourning. I have made your appointment for the day spa and they have scheduled all the treatments you requested; a full day of pampering to help you overcome your grief.”

Dianne looked critically at Jewel as she spoke but gave no other indication as to what she was thinking.

“And for the rest of the week?” Jewel took another sip of tea.

“On the day after that, you’re schedule is full and the appointments begin in earnest.”

“At 8 AM you have your regular morning appointment with your therapist. The next day at 10 you and your attorney will meet with the executor of your husband’s will. The day after that you will be meeting with your husband’s financial advisors for a 12o’clock lunch appointment. The schedule is left open to be able to take care of any issues that arise from those meetings.”

“Of course, for each day, if time permits, you will still be able to attend to household items as well as your daily workout after that.”

Jewel crunched on her bagel with cream cheese and washed it down with the last of her tea. She ate delicately and with grace as she had been trained and which had since become natural for her.

As she finished she spoke to her staff. She noted that the maid who wheeled in her breakfast cart had averted her eyes. Jewel’s sheer black nightie did next to nothing to conceal her large C cup breasts, aureoles and nipples.

The plunge cut of the nightie gave ample view of her décolletage while still designed to support her breasts, although they were so firm and pert that support wasn’t necessary. Her large pink nipples poked visibly into the lace at the edges of the plunging neckline and were clearly defined by their prominence and by their contrasting pink tone against her slightly darker aureoles. The sheer fabrics of the nightie also cupped her bosom tightly against the fabric and flattered her fullness.

The cool bedroom air had caused her nipples to become erect and they formed quite an impression through the lace of the nightie. Just a bit of ‘pop’, Jewel noticed.

Jewel wasn’t embarrassed. Her modesty was something her husband had never concerned himself with. In fact, when alone and in his company or in the privacy of their home he had actively prevented it. Her subtle exhibitionism was a source of eroticism for him and a source of gossip used to humiliate her with the staff.

Jewel had largely become oblivious and mostly unaware of the effects anymore. It was one more thing she couldn’t control so it was one more thing she didn’t bother to worry about. But now it was something she could address…if she even cared enough to bother.

More thoughts for the future, but not today.

“That will be fine. I shall change into my workout clothes. Also, I want to rehire my former personal trainer. Find her and see if she is interested. Please make sure that the bath is ready when I finish.” She directed the maid.

“And Muriel, please lay out appropriate outfits for me for the meetings this week for my review while I do so; something office professional and modest.”

There…take that! Jewel smugly thought. I’m the boss now!

“Of course My Lady.”

Muriel and the Maid separated to perform their individual tasks. Jewel dismissed Dianne as well. She ate the remainder of her breakfast alone.

**

Jewel luxuriated in the gentle ministrations of the nail technicians as they tended to her fingers and toes. The warm tub of water where her feet were now soaking in gentle bath salts was amazing.

This day however was meant as a reward.

I survived Count Delacroix and my arranged marriage…and all I got was this lousy t-shirt…

Jewel giggled softly at her joke. Her good humor seemed to be returning since his death and burial just over a week ago. It seemed as if it had been years since she even felt like laughing. After seven days of required isolation for appearances of etiquette and decorum she was finally once again permitted to be seen in public.

Jewel was at least happy that going out or not was entirely on her own terms. She had booked the most expensive treatments available for a full day of pampering and was actually enjoying all of them to the fullest.

Jewel had been sent to a spa many times in her marriage. Although Leanne and later Muriel were amazingly skilled makeup artists, sending Jewel out in town on occasion was an expected part of her life as a ‘married noble woman’.

Besides giving Leanne or Muriel a rest; sending Jewel out to be seen by other women and members of the general public had its own agenda. Initially, it was to humiliate her. But once Jewel was accustomed to these occasional trips, it was to acclimate to them. To get her used to the fact that she was a feminized male at her husband’s insistence and that was to remain consistent and unchanged.

Jewel eventually started to enjoy the spa days. The foot bath, the seaweed wrap, the full body massage. Usually handcuffed or ankle shackled, or some other method of restraint of course; it wouldn’t do to have the male bride attempt an escape again, would it?

After they broke her will Jewels enjoyment of her spa trips were tempered with the knowledge of why she was being pampered…it wasn’t for her enjoyment or for her sanity, rather it was always to prepare her for her husband’s enjoyment and pleasure…never her own.

Jewel emitted a soft sigh of satisfaction as she relaxed and let the staff pamper her. After years of suffering, she deserved this…she had earned this!

“This feels wonderful.” Jewel praised the technician for her service and expertise. What was her name again?

“Thank you my lady, doesn’t it though?”

Jewel sighed again.

“You know, I’ve also been serving Baroness Marcia Vargos as well. She makes a very pretty man, but she cannot pass in public as you do. She still struggles with her new life and elevated position.”

Jewel stiffened slightly as the relaxed feelings evaporated a bit. How did she make me, Jewel wondered?

“I suspect she doesn’t appreciate your skills.” Jewel answered noncommittally.

“Well, her husband and Leanne do.” The nail technician smiled proudly as she gossiped.

“Leanne?” Jewel asked, curious.

“Yes, Leanne is Lady Vargos’ governess and chaperone and oversees her deportment. Do you know Leanne?”

“Yes…I do.”

“Oh wow. That is so cool. This is my first time working with her but her reputation is amazing. I hear she is the only one who has helped all the arranged male brides adapt and accept their new station in life.”

“I know.”

“Did she help you too?”

Tatiana…the nail technician’s name is Tatiana, Jewel recalled.

“Yes. She did.” Jewel answered politely, her general good humor slowly evaporating. She was saved from further conversation with Tatiana when the lead esthetician approached. Jewel struggled only a bit with this ones name; Melody.

“Lady Delacroix, I have the information you requested. If it’s convenient we can discuss it right now.”

Jewel was grateful for the interruption. “Yes, please…”

“You do have a small number of new hair growths on your legs, back and, umm…pubic area. This is to be expected. Your original laser hair removal was more than six years ago and as a young…ahh…woman, this is new growth that can be eliminated with retreatment of the affected areas with laser again.”

“If you would like I can have this added to today’s service. We posses the newest and most advanced laser hair removal system available and can guarantee elimination of this unwanted problem.”

“That will be fine. Will we need to reschedule the seaweed wrap?”

“No, not at all. Our system has such an advance targeting system. It only applies laser light at the individual follicles rather than over a broad area, so there is zero recovery time. You can transition directly to the skin care treatments immediately after.”

“Wonderful. Please make it so.”

“And we are done with your nails. The color has cured and hardened.” Tatiana chimed in.

“Then if you will follow me, the laser technician is ready for you now.”

Jewel followed Melody to another room and was directed to remove her salon robe and lay flat upon a table. What must be the laser light emitter was mounted to an articulated arm, much like a hospital or dentists exam light over the table. Jewel noted how heavy and robust the light looked. Jewel had been naked under her robe as was the custom for all other salon patrons as well. She doffed her robe and handed it to Melody to hang up as she lay face down upon the treatment table.

Unlike the attractive women elsewhere working in the salon the laser hair removal technician was a rather heavy set and frumpy older woman who seemed pleasant enough at first, if not as talkative as the other salon technicians. Presumably laser hair removal service didn’t require much gossip and small talk.

The service started out well enough with the technician operating the laser upon Jewel’s back, bottom, and legs. But her demeanor changed when she directed Jewel to roll over to treat her front side and pubic area. Jewel knew it wasn’t her imagination when it seemed that the technician was scowling when she noticed Jewel’s penis and testicles.

“Oh god, you’re one of those.” She muttered.

“Excuse me?” Jewel asked, surprised.

“Someone should have told me you are one of ‘those’. How was I supposed to know? You’re not wearing your collar.”

Jewel was becoming annoyed. As a noble she had found out that technically she didn’t need to wear one and had been enjoying the fact of not declaring it to the world.

“I am not required to wear one. As a noble I am exempt. How could you not know who I am? I’m a regular customer of this salon.” Jewel snarked.

“Not in here with me.” The frumpy woman grumbled. “I guess it’s ok though, it’s all so small that it’s not an inconvenience for me I guess, hardly worth mentioning.”

Jewel flared with anger. She knew her cock wasn’t huge or thick, but 6&1/2 inches long was still above average in size.

“Do you comment on women’s vaginas when you treat them?” she hissed.

“What? No.” The technician seemed surprised by Jewel’s angry tone.

“Then what makes you think that it is ok to criticize me that way?”

“I didn’t mean…”

“You mean you didn’t think!” Jewel interrupted angrily.

Jewel had waited a long time for the privilege of publicly chastising someone who teased her or mistreated her. She wasn’t a slave to Count Delacroix anymore and she knew she had the right to stand up for herself!

“I am Lady Jewel Veronica Delacroix of the House Delacroix and I will not be treated with such…contempt from a commoner!” Jewel spat.

The technician seemed surprised at Jewel’s outburst, and even a bit fearful

“I’m so sorry…milady, I didn’t mean to offend. What I said was thoughtless. I’m sorry.”

Jewel glared at the technician for a moment before nodding her acceptance of her apology. The technician resumed the laser treatments and finished quietly without another word. After a few minutes more the treatment was completed and the frumpy technician indicated she was done. Jewel rose from the table and put her robe back on.

She had waited for so long to be able to defend herself against this type of behavior but for some reason she still felt…wrong…for doing so.

Jewel recovered her composure quickly and other than a brief mention to the salon owner she was willing to overlook the incident and continue with her spa day.

Word got around as the rest of her appointment went easily, if with a bit less conversation than normal, her seaweed wrap and steam bath was also notably free of idle conversation.

Her treatments continued with a white wine enema, and then after a gently scrub to remove and residual oil and seaweed; Jewel made her way to her final treatments, hair styling and a simple makeover, where she promptly fell asleep in the styling chair.

The effects of the white wine enema were more pronounced on her smaller, lithe figure than when she was Jules. She was far less robust than she was 7 years ago and was quite the light-weight where alcohol was involved.

Her stylist considered waking Jewel but decided against it. It was easier to finish her make-over when she was so calm and still.

Jewel dreamed of Leanne.

“The sooner you learn to do your makeup on your own, the sooner I can leave.” Leanne had said.

When Jewel woke she remembered that lie. Leanne had the authority from Jewels husband, Count Delacroix to do whatever she had to do in order to accomplish his goals of feminizing his arranged male bride. She said and did whatever it took to make Jewel cooperate.

Jewel’s grudge was that it wasn’t a lie. Leanne was truthful when she once told her that she wouldn’t lie to her, that she had no reason to lie. And once Jewel had learned everything she was expected to know Leanne had moved on to another client.

Jewel tried to dredge up some anger now but whatever feelings of anger remained was like the barest hint of what it once was.

Her freedom had gone a long way to letting go of her anger and learning to live with her past and who she was now. Her long standing goal of escape and revenge had evaporated in the wake of the death of her husband. Upon whom was there now to seek revenge?

**

As Jewel left the spa she felt wonderful. Her hair looked amazing and the overlarge bow in the back holding her hair was absolutely adorable.

As she left the salon Jewel was surprised to find she was being challenged by a police officer.

“Excuse me Miss.”

“Yes officer? Jewel responded not entirely un-flattered to be called ‘miss’.

“Miss, the ‘Public Eye’ cameras have used facial recognition to identify you. I was notified as I was the closest. You are a publicly registered cross dresser but you are not wearing a license collar and do not appear to have a chaperone present.”

The female police officer spoke equitably, but there was no disguising her readiness. Jewel noted a male police officer behind her backing her up.

Jewel considered what she knew of the “Public Eye” program. It is a huge network of public and private security cameras that used facial recognition software to scan for criminals and terrorists and persons of interest. Security cameras in traffic lights and cross walks and public mass transit stations all linked together by a network of computers to “protect” the public from criminals.

Jewel was irritated. That was way too fast for the ‘public eye’ to clock her and notify the police. Jewel suspected the laser hair removal technician reported her.

“I don’t require a chaperone.” She replied with annoyance.

“Miss, the ‘Public Eye’ has identified you and the record clearly states you are a cross dressed male.”

“I am Countess Jewel Veronica Delacroix of the House Delacroix, Noble of Allegoria and I assert my rights and privileges as a noble!” Jewel spoke forcefully. “Unless you are from the office of the Knights Marshal then I insist you stand aside.”

Jewel watched as the officer blanched slightly. She glanced again at her service issued tablet and appeared to note something. Jewel imagined she saw the light go on in the officer’s eyes as she confirmed her identity as a noble woman of the Allegorian Noble court.

“As you wish, My Lady” The officer’s whole demeanor and attitude changed right before Jewel “my apologies for the misunderstanding.” as she ducked her head in a simple bowing gesture.

Jewel felt empowered!

She had invoked her rights and privileges as a member of the Allegorian nobility. As such she knew she was not bound by common law, only royal court law. Jewel again felt happy that her husband was deceased as she was no longer bound by his desire that she observe common law practice of wearing the PCP collar. Jewel knew that unless the officer had a warrant from the House of Lords she had no authority to detain or question her.

Jewel exercised grace and patience as she allowed the police officer to demur without further embarrassment.

“Thank you for your service officer. I hope the rest of your day is more enjoyable.” Jewel stepped past the officer and finished her walk to her limousine.

As she sat in the back of her limo for the ride home Jewel burst out in laughter.

It felt good to assert control over her life. She was satisfied that her lawyer had finally given her advice that she could use.

**

Dr. Patricia Agonia, MD and hypnotherapist remained calm as Lady Delacroix expressed her fury…or as close to fury as she was able…5 years of hypnotherapy and medication had forged her personality and behavior, molded it to a pinnacle of poise and self control. Lady Delacroix’s perfect elocution and tense posture evincing only the cold fury a woman of her station would allow herself to express. The hypnotherapist had no doubt her fury would be much ‘hotter’ and more emotional if not for her conditioning.

“I feel angry.” Jewel said tersely.

“Angry, how?” The hypnotherapist asked. Truthfully she only cared about Jewel’s mental state if it meant that she could exert greater control over the dowager countess. She noted the disconnect between Lady Delacroix’s vocal tone; quiet, calm, collected, poised, and the strength of her spoken word.

“Whenever I think about my husband, the things he did to me, the things he made me do, the changes I was forced to undergo” Jewel hesitated “I feel rage.”

“Go on.” Dr. Agonia encouraged. This was potentially useful information for the second half of her session when she would use hypnotherapy to modify Jewel’s thoughts and feelings.

“It’s like I think about him, or see something in the house where some embarrassing event happened and, BAM! Instant anger, rage, fury…”

“Uh-huh.” Patricia Agonia made it look like she was taking notes. She wasn’t. Besides, the software recording the session captured and transcribed everything anyway.

“It’s just…I want revenge.” Jewel stopped and looked to the hypnotherapist. Would she be shocked?

“Revenge is such a powerful emotion. What makes you say that?” Patricia’s expression remained neutral and nonjudgmental. She wasn’t surprised with the admission. It was actually quite normal and an expected reaction to Lady Delacroix’s sudden freedom from her arranged marriage subservience.

“I want to lash out and get revenge on my husband and on those who wronged me…but he’s dead now…I have no one upon whom to wreak my revenge.” Jewel’s lower lip quivered slightly.

“Wanting revenge, to strike back for perceived wrongs is a normal healthy feeling Jewel.” Dr. Agonia began. “And although everything that happened to you was legal and according to custom” She watched Jewel frown “you remain unconvinced. I can imagine from your perspective the desire to right your perceived wrong.”

Jewel sat quietly as if she was considering this idea.

“Not being able to enact revenge upon those you think wronged you is frustrating and unfulfilling, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Jewel admitted.

“You want to set things right now, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“So what we need to do is to find a healthy outlet for you to release the emotional hold your dead husband has upon you.”

Jewel frowned again at this statement.

“Holding on to anger will not do you or anyone else any good. Only you can let go of your hate if you want to find happiness.”

“How can I do that?” Jewel asked.

“Forgiveness.”

“Forgive…him?” Jewel felt her anger flaring again. Her poise and control held firm, yet her only outward expression being how her eyebrows had drawn together slightly, angrily.

“No, forgive yourself.” Patricia said.

Jewel was now confused. “Myself?” She asked.

“You have never forgiven yourself for your inability to escape. Despite every obstacle that was placed in your way you still hold yourself accountable for what happened. You must learn to let go of your past and embrace your future.”

“Forgiveness is just another name for freedom. It is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself.” Patricia elaborated.

“And how do I do that?” Jewel finally asked after a lengthy pause.

“They say self care is health care. What are you doing for yourself?”

“I’m in mandatory mourning for my dead bastard husband. I don’t get out much.” Jewel replied tersely.

“Well, you should. Get out of the house. Take a spa day, visit friends, you are allowed to do that now that he is laid to rest. Take care of yourself and enjoy your newfound freedoms. And find a way to make a difference with your life. You need to reward yourself and the friends who stood by you while you suffered.”

The hypnotherapist finished her spiel and was ready to move on to the hypnosis session. She really didn’t care if Lady Delacroix found a way to cope with her anger or not. She was more concerned that the 100 therapy sessions her husband had contracted were nearly complete.

Dr. Agonia intended to subliminally convince Jewel to contract for another year of therapy. She also was eager to test out if she was ready to ‘reward’ her friends for their friendship. She had her eye on an antique super car that was coming up for auction. It was high time her favorite patient made a token show of appreciation for her service.

“So let’s sit back and relax now…get comfortable, just listen to my voice…close your eyes and follow the sound of my voice…”

After 5 years of therapy Jewel slipped easily into a hypnotically induced state. Patricia simply smiled as over the remaining half hour she led her patient through a series of reasonable conclusions to arrive at the decisions the hypnotherapist wanted her to make.

After their session Patricia escorted Lady Jewel to the door. She returned to her office to finish out the session by updating the subliminal messages in Lady Jewel Delacroix’s Hypno-pillow. Patricia reviewed the latest subliminals before hitting enter.

“You must keep your staff.”

“They work for you now.”

“They know all your secrets.”

“The abuse was from your husband, not your staff.”

Dr. Agonia used these subliminal affirmations to complement her weekly therapy and hypnotherapy sessions. Patricia didn’t want to lose any of her spies in Jewels manor home. Having inside assistance had been a crucial component of Jewel’s conditioning.

Patricia’s subliminals and hypnosis would convince Jewel to believe that if she fired them then they had no reason to keep her confidences from her peers or from the public. It was in her best interest to keep them in her employ and loyal to her now that her husband had died.

Patricia finished remotely updating the device. Other than needing the maid to charge the battery soon Patricia’s control and hypnotic influence over Lady Delacroix was rock solid. She smiled in satisfaction; some things were just too easy.

**

The following day after her usual morning wakeup with Muriel and Dianne, Jewel had her workout and afterwards went to her private bathroom to clean up and prepare for her day.

Jewel stepped into her bath and luxuriated in the warmth and scented water. The tub was so large she could stretch completely under the water and not touch either end. The heat from the water was exquisite, relaxing her muscles from her yoga session. She let her testicles descend down into her scrotum from where they had been tucked earlier.

Jewel began to wash. As she came to her breasts she moved over them quickly with a minimum of attention, as she had been trained, when suddenly she caught herself.

Her hands hovered in the water over her breasts.

Jewel had never been allowed to fondle her breasts. She had almost always been watched to ensure she didn’t. She had been forbidden from any action that even hinted that it might be masturbatory. She knew why too. They were given to her as punishment for attempting to escape, and for the emotional distress implanting them would cause her. Her body was for her husband’s pleasure, not her own.

Jewel glanced over to the door to her private master bath. The door was open. She had rarely ever had the door shut for privacy.

When her husband was alive Muriel, and before her Leanne, and always watched to make sure she never touched herself inappropriately. She was never allowed to fondle or explore her breasts since her augmentation, and she was never allowed to fondle her penis or testicles either beyond the minimum necessary for washing and hygiene.

She glanced at the open door again to confirm she was alone, and let one hand slip down to her penis and another one up to her breast. As she stroked her penis with her fingers she noted that it felt just as good as it ever had when she had masturbated as a young man…before her enslavement as an arranged marriage male bride.

As she touched her breasts she was struck by how good it felt. She massaged the left breast first and it felt wonderful, then the right breast…no…HER right breast and enjoyed the pleasurable feelings.

Soft yet firm…jiggly…warm…sensitive…touching her breasts felt good!

When Jewel explored more and let her fingers touch her aureole and nipple she was overcome by a shockwave of pure pleasure and she gasped in surprise.

She didn’t want to stop!

She let go of her penis with her other hand and massaged both her breasts and then both aureoles and nipples…

She was caught unprepared for the explosion of lustful pleasure that exploded inside her brain. She half gasped, half cried in ecstasy as a torrent of unknowable excitement and pleasure surged through her body. Tremors shook her and she let go of her breasts as sense and reason were replaced by ecstatic joy.

It took a few moments before she regained her senses. She wondered and marveled at the sensations. Was that normal? Did women actually experience this much pleasure from breast stimulation?

Jewel gently returned her hands to her breasts and continued to massage her breasts and stimulate her nipples. The pleasure from her breasts alone was greater than from fondling her penis.

It’s so good…it feels…soo…good…she purred.

Another sudden jolt of pleasure caught Jewel by surprise. She was ambushed by an orgasm of unprecedented pleasure. With nary time to cry out in rapture a spike of pure joy emanating from her breasts slammed into her brain and all sense of time and place disappeared.

Jewel passed out momentarily from her self induced orgasm; the warm water of the bath and her post orgasmic bliss nearly rendering her unconscious. She was rudely woken from her tranquility when her head slipped beneath the surface of the bath water.

Startled, she was roused and she thrashed to the surface, coughing up a mouthful of bath water and sneezing water from her nostrils.

“Are you alright in there? Lady Delacroix?” Muriel knocked on the door casing before entering.

“I’m fine” Jewel lied as she blew more water from her nose.

“What happened?” Muriel looked concerned.

“I just…relaxed too much…and almost fell asleep.”

“Oh…good thing you didn’t drown then.” Muriel quipped. “Are you done with your bath now?”

Jewel simply nodded her assent as she rose up out of the bath, allowing the warm water to cascade down her nude nubile body. Muriel averted her eyes politely as she reached for a towel and handed it to Jewel.

Jewel stepped from the tub and toweled herself dry. As she reached her breasts she slowed down. Would it happen again? As she toweled off her breasts the soft absorbent fabric of her towel seemed to want to pleasure and titillate her tit flesh and try to cause a repeat of her earlier experience. Jewel abruptly finished toweling off and slipping her feet into her fuzzy 4 inch heeled marabou slippers made her way to her vanity to continue her preparations for her day.

If women experience that much pleasure from breast stimulation then that was probably why she had been forbidden by her husband and staff from playing with them, she reasoned.

Jewel resolved to experiment more with her breasts at a later time. They were her breasts after all, forcibly augmented or not, they belonged to her and she could damn well do as she pleased!

**

Jewel walked through the doors of her lawyers offices and was greeted at the lobby by the attractive older receptionist. Dolores was a fixture at the firm and strictly professional. She had always greeted Jewel and treated her pleasantly at every visit. She politely escorted her into the largest conference room.

Jewel noticed she was probably the last one to arrive. Her tardiness was deliberate. As a countess she was not expected to wait on others…they were to wait on her.

Her presentation was flawless. She arrived wearing a black woman’s pinstriped knee length pencil skirt and matching fitted black pinstriped blazer with a white blouse. The pinstripes were dark grey and so subtle one could easily miss them in the wrong lighting. Her black opaque thigh highs and black heels completed her ensemble. Not that anyone would know but she also wore black bra and panty set for intimate attire. She had dressed professionally yet still within the protocol expected for a grieving widow.

Jewel walked easily into the room and nodded politely to her attorney. As the head of his firm, Guy Manbrough would normally have delegated such a routine matter to his subordinates. But being a countess had its privileges and that included having the head of the firm attend directly to her legal affairs.

Jewel noticed once again the rows upon rows of law books along every wall. The dark cherry wood conference table that looked as large as if it were the flight deck of an aircraft carrier and the dark green leather upholstered chairs surrounding the table. She had always found the décor to be faultless, the quintessential law office.

Jules shook hands with Guy as expected. He had aged quite handsomely in the 5 years she had known him. His hair seemed even more silvery than before and his handsome features accentuated his general aura of gravitas.

Several associates were milling about on ‘their’ side of the table while on the opposite side of the table were her deceased husbands lawyers…and Lillian. Jewel had been informed that Jean Claude’s daughter, Lillian was the executor of his will. Jewel’s relationship with Lillian was virtually non-existent. Although technically by marriage Jewel was Lillian’s mother in law, neither she nor Lillian ever openly acknowledged it. The fact that Lillian was nearly twice as old as Jewel’s 26 years certainly didn’t help things either.

Jewel had arrived only a few minutes late, as planned. She was soon seated next to Guy in the center of their side of the table as her husband’s attorneys assumed their seats opposite. Having them come to her was an important power move Jewel was only too happy to play. It would send a message that she was now in charge of her affairs and someone to be reckoned with…she hoped.

Jewel took a good hard look at her husband’s lead attorney opposite her. He looked like the curmudgeonliest man she had ever seen. He was balding on top with wild and unkempt grey hair encircling his head. Wild hairs grew from his ears. He had beady eyes and a cranky, stubborn disposition.

Jewel was pleased and felt smug that their ploy seemed to have put him and his associates out of sorts…unless he was always like this…

“Right…let us begin then…”

He carefully withdrew a manila envelope, and after displaying the old fashioned wax seal to Guy Manbrough, took out a silver decorative mallet and broke the seal. Next he withdrew a think sheaf of papers and loudly knocked the edges against the table to square them up. He adjusted his spectacles…seriously, was he trying to be an anachronism?…before giving a loud ‘harrumph’ and began to read…

“I, Jean Claude Montague Delacroix the Fourth, being of sound mind and body, do hereby declare and affirm that this is my last will and testament…”

All in all it only took about 15 minutes.

Jewel was stewing in anger. She was furious at the conditions imposed upon her.

Guy did his best to mollify her anger and explain the unique conditions she was subjected to.

“Your arranged marriage was under the aegis of the 18th century laws and customs; rights, responsibilities, customs, norms and privileges of Allegorian culture” he began.

“Under those customs and laws you should have been custodian of only 1/3 of your husband’s wealth. It would be for your use to support you in your dotage. Once you died it would then revert back to his estate and his other heirs, which should have been his son, Jean Claude Delacroix the Fifth.”

“But since my stepson is also dead from the same car crash that claimed my husband I now inherit it all, right?” Jewel interrupted.

“Well, yes, but there is one other condition that applies. You are what were once known as ‘a woman of independent means’. That means you have custody of your husband’s wealth, but as an arranged marriage bride that money would then become the property of your new husband should you ever remarry.”

“I see.” Jewel seethed at the thought. “And the codicil that says I must remain as a cross-dressed wife?”

“Your husband arranged it so that you would lose everything if you chose to revert to your male identity and presentation. There was no such thing as same sex marriage back when these laws and customs were more…er…commonly enforced. Therefore your husband has arranged it so that you must be his widow to qualify to receive your inheritance. He arranged it so that included your presentation and appearance.”

“That bastard.” Jewel mumbled under her breath.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Guy said.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, really…I guess I have a lot to think about then. My dead husband manages to resurrect these laws for his own purpose and now I’m stuck with them. The dead hand of Count Delacroix is given precedent over the will of the living.” Jewel hissed angrily.

Guy Manbrough seemed concerned. Jewel noticed this and decided to let it go for now. It wasn’t Guy’s fault after all.

“Thank you Mr. Manbrough, you have been of invaluable service.”

“We shall endeavor to remain so, My Lady.” Guy shook her hand and escorted her away.

**

Despite the previous day’s troublesome news, the next morning was nearly a repeat of the previous day as Jewel again woke up with more energy than she could ever remember.

After breakfast in bed and a brief of her schedule for the day with Dianne Jewel slipped out of the sheets and dropped her nightie to the floor. Black again, like the previous day. She was irked that she would have to wear black for one full year per custom. She was irked again to realize that it actually bothered her that she cared about what color her clothes were.

She decided to take a shower instead of a bath today. She considered playing with her breasts again but decided against it. There was too much to do today. She could always play with them later, at bedtime maybe.

She entered her shower she made sure to shut the door to her bathroom this time. She balanced the hot and cold water first to get the perfect temperature before entering and then looked around one more time to be sure she was alone.

Jewel actually felt guilty about what she was going to do next.

As the warm water cascaded over her nude feminine form Jewel reached for the nozzle and probe of “The Enemizer”.

Jewel was conditioned to adhere to her routines. Despite not having any reason to do so when her husband was in a coma, lingering from the injuries sustained during his crash, or now after his death, Jewel still kept her anus clean with her mandatory daily enema.

Originally during the first two years of her enslavement Leanne had made her use a traditional enema bag and nozzle, usually with warm water and a special soap to clean and evacuate her anus and colon. A bag that was still stored in a cabinet somewhere in her private bath. When Muriel took over after Jewel was recalled from boarding school a new fixture had been installed into her private bath.

“The Enemizer”; a purpose built, high end, automatic enema system.

Boasting an automatic temperature control system, water pressure sensor, water filtration, water sterilization and an adjustable probe nozzle with an automated adjustable retention ring, “The Enemizer” was the latest word in high end anal douching.

Jewel hadn’t hated it any more or less than traditional enemas. That she was made to have them in order to be clean for her husband was enough to draw her ire. A few days ago as she was reaching for the nozzle she slipped and accidentally bumped the display panel. It was then she discovered that “The Enemizer” had more than one setting.

She read the display and noted that she had always used the default setting labeled “Fill and Hold” which would fill her ass with warm water and hold it there for a specified amount of time.

Her eyes read with surprise the complete list of alternate settings; “Gentle Rinse”, “Gentle Flush”, “Swirl”, “Power Rinse, “Power Flush”, “Purge” and “Blast” among them but only the one labeled “Massage” caught her attention and interest.

Jewel let her curiosity decide for her as with nervous hands she selected the “massage” setting on the touch screen.

Jewel touched the start button and made sure that the timer was still set for 5 minutes. She watched to make sure that the chrome colored nozzle self lubricated and then gently placed the tip against her anus and slowly pushed it fully into her rectum.

Jewel gasped softly as the automated retention ring at the base of the probe sensed insertion and expanded outward against the walls of her colon until they were large enough that the probe would not be accidentally expelled by her sphincter. Even after all this time the expansion of the retention ring inside her was still uncomfortable.

Jewel let go of the probe and lowered herself to her knees. She assumed the proper posture to ensure the warm enema water could reach and clean every recess inside her. She placed her hands onto the warm tile floor for balance. She arched her back downward and pushed her buttocks up as much as possible to allow the water to fill every internal recess…just as she was expected to do.

She then heard the sound of a pump start as water flowed from the wall unit through the tubing into the probe and pure filtered sterile water at precisely the right temperature filled up her colon. Jewel was a bit nervous as she wondered what the difference between the default setting and the massage setting would be. She took slow deep breaths as the filling sensation grew more and more uncomfortable before the automatic pressure sensor stopped the flow.

Jewel took one more slow deep breath…and then the massage setting began its program.

The probe began a slow oscillation to stir the water inside her for gentle cleaning. The probed then began to vibrate…slowly at first…and then with increasing frequency over time…and as the probed vibrated and oscillated it did one more thing; Jewel could feel the probe of “the Enemizer” as it gently, sensitively, massaged inside her.

Jewel stilled her thoughts, relaxed her body and let the stimulation build inside her.

With the buildup of pressure and the gentle vibrating acceleration of the probe Jewel experienced a burgeoning sense of pleasure. The noise of the rushing water from her shower drowned out the noise she was making as she gasped for air and her breathing became more labored.

Jewel shivered from the snowballing sensation of pleasure as “The Enemizer” massage program ran its course, cleaning her insides, stimulating and massaging the inside of her ass and the surging fervor and soaring excitement building to a crescendo.

Her breath now came in short sharp gasps as the pleasant sensation continued.

Jewel’s penis was rock hard within the first minute and by the third minute of the cycle the pleasure had overwhelmed her. Her small six inch penis erupted and emitted her single small rope of semen, spewing her seed futilely upon the warm wet shower tile floor.

Jewel let the sense of pleasure and joy slowly slip away as the program ran its course and with a soft “ding” the enema machine indicated completion of the five minute cycle. As the probe stopped and the internal automatic retention ring contracted and narrowed to within the probe diameter, Jewel stayed on her knees, positioned herself over the large shower drain and pulled the probe from her ass.

She glanced only briefly as the mostly clear to light brown water with few solids rushed from her bowels, and incidentally washed away the last of her spent seed in the process, and flowed down the drain.

Flushed with the afterglow of orgasmic pleasure Jewel stood, rinsed the probe end clean and then selected massage setting and start once again. One more cleanse should be enough to ensure her backside was clean and ready.

She had no intention of having sex with anyone but routines are routines.

Five minutes later, flushed again with orgasmic rapture, she returned the probe to its mount and pressed the self cleaning cycle on “The Enemizer” before turning her attention to gently exfoliating her skin and then to shampoo and condition her hair.

**

“Good Evening Lady Delacroix, I am Dewayne White, Chief Financial Officer of Smith Financial; Allegorian Office. It is my pleasure to finally meet you.”

Jewel shook hands politely as expected of a lady of her social class and standing. Wearing a solid black knee length pencil skirt and matching fitted solid black blazer with a pure white blouse, black opaque thigh highs again and black 4″ stiletto heels she had again dressed professionally yet still within the protocol expected for a grieving widow.

She tilted her head back and gazed up at the man standing before her.

At 5 foot 9 inches… 6 foot 1 in her four inch heels, Jewel was of average height for an Allegorian noble woman. But Dewayne White stood easily at 6 foot 5 inches tall. Wearing an immaculately tailored dark blue double breasted business suit, white pinstriped button down shirt and a red patterned power tie, Dewayne exuded confidence and intelligence.

Despite his name he was actually a black man with ruggedly handsome features. Jewel noted his square jaw and forthright expression. His facial symmetry was perfect and she couldn’t help but think of him as handsome. His hair was cropped short against his scalp.

She could tell from his build that he was heavily muscled. He probably weighed upwards of 240 pounds but she could also tell from his tailored suit that he probably only had a body fat percentage measured in the low teens. His biceps had bulged when he took her hand although he exerted no pressure. She assumed he was in his early forties at the most.

Dewayne gestured for her to take a seat as he sat before her on the edge of his desk. Jewel noted the large bulge from his crotch. From her seated position it was at eye level.

“Let me first express my sympathy and condolences to you upon the loss of your husband. Count Delacroix was a great man and a true patriot and noble of Allegoria. He will be missed.”

“Thank you for your kind words.” Jewel ended simply. She really had nothing more to say.

Dewayne seemed momentarily surprised by her brief statement but recovered quickly.

“In fact, it was you and your husband’s example that inspired me to follow my own desires.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Your arranged marriage was an inspiration for me. It let me realize that if there was something I wanted that I couldn’t just wait for things to happen. I had to go out and make it happen.”

“Oh?”

Dewayne was striving to make a personal connection. Personal connections were good for business after all.

“Yes. In fact your husband encouraged me in my efforts to obtain a male bride for myself.”

“He did?” Jewel was stunned by the direction the conversation had taken.

Dewayne picked up a portrait from his desk and presented it to Jewel.

Jewel studied the wedding portrait. It showed Dewayne in a wedding suit and a young, white, beautiful bride in a white wedding gown beside him. Upon closer scrutiny she noticed the bride’s smile seemed…forced. Her smile didn’t reach to her eyes. She also thought she could detect a hint of confusion and…fear, in the bride’s expression.

Oh dear. Jewel thought.

“What a lovely photo. An arranged marriage you say?”

Dewayne beamed and nodded affirmatively.

“A male bride you say?” Jewel ventured. It was impossible to tell from the photo.

Dewayne nodded again.

“I would love to meet her someday.” Jewel said. She had never met anyone else in her situation. She suspected that her husband actively prevented it.

“I will let her know and make the arrangements. I look forward to continuing and building upon our families friendship with yours.” Dewayne smiled happily. Count Delacroix had promised that he would support his bid to a baronetcy. With his death, if his wife would now continue that support…

“Of course, but perhaps for now we should return to discussing business.” Jewel changed subjects. She needed to stay focused, despite her eagerness to talk to anyone else who might understand her condition.

Well, her former condition.

“Of course,” Dewayne took the portrait and returned it to his desk. “To business…”

“Your husband’s attorneys have informed us that with the death of his son and with his daughter happily married to another noble family you are now the sole heir to his fortune.”

Jewel sat across from Dewayne as her anticipation grew. She knew her husband was rich, but she had no idea how wealthy he really was. She did her best to feign disinterest as a bored widow should but her anticipation was slowly killing her. She was glad the black veil she wore would help to conceal any emotions that managed to express themselves.

“Yes. My attorney’s have also informed me as well.”

“I want to extend my personal offer of assistance in managing his wealth for you. We pride ourselves of our stellar reputation of Smith Financial and our office here in Allegoria and in particular our service to the nobility from which our countries stability and prosperity flow.”

“I was personally involved in managing many of Count Delacroix’s personal and business accounts and am absolutely certain that I will continue to serve you in our future partnership.”

“Thank you. I look forward to working with you as I assume control of my fortune.” Jewel replied.

Dewayne seemed surprised again. His body language changed as he shifted slightly and leaned forward.

“You want to take control of…the accounts?”

“Yes. My husband often asked my opinions of these things during our marriage” Jewel lied, “and although I never thought that I would be in this position as widow, I need to have a more detailed understanding if I am to properly manage my financial affairs.”

“What sort of information will you need?” Dewayne asked. His expression now seemed to be less consoling and more calculating.

“I shall require access to all his accounts, his books, ledgers, past transactions and future plans he discussed with you and a complete portfolio of all his investments.” Jewel stated bluntly. Even her mellifluous contralto voice perfectly expressed her seriousness.

“I thought you said you were already involved in all his business affairs.” Dewayne probed.

“It’s a far cry from offering general advice and counsel to actually being immersed in the details my husband handled on a daily basis.” Jewel allowed.

Jewel Lied. But at least she felt bad about lying. Her husband had never discussed business or investing with her but she would not allow Dewayne White to know that. She wanted details and data and she wasn’t about to let anyone just ‘handle’ her accounts for her.

Jewel had enough of being ‘handled’ by Jean Claude. She was through being controlled. According to the attorneys it was her wealth now. She would make the decisions from now on.

“And now since my husband’s death, I must pay attention to those details and educate myself on the minutia of my business dealings.”

Dewayne actually seemed simultaneously impressed and concerned.

“Yes, It is a pity men don’t share more of these details with their wives. We tend to die sooner after all and often leave our women in the lurch, so to speak, when it comes to how they are to be supported after our deaths.”

“Yes, a pity.” Jewel agreed.

“In that case, let me set up a series of appointments over the next few days”

Next few days? Jewel wondered. How vast was her fortune?

“By the end of the week then just maybe you may have a full enough grasp of your financial data and wealth to begin managing your accounts, with our help I hope.”

“Of course Mr. White; if my husband chose Smith Financial then I have no reason to doubt his trust or your abilities.” Jewel smiled sweetly.

**

Three weeks later…

Jewel set aside the documents she had been reviewing, stood up, and stretched her sore muscles. She had been reviewing documents for over an hour now. A glance at the clock was hardly necessary as she knew that her staff would have tea and biscuits delivered shortly.

Jewel had taken over her husband’s private study. The office like space that sat opposite the library and down the hall from her salon was perfect for reviewing her financial data. She worked tirelessly, stopping only for meals delivered to her and for her daily workouts with her personal trainer in order to devote as much time as possible to learning everything she could about her financial empire.

Routines bring order and light out of chaos and darkness. Routines bring efficiency, routines bring…sanity…

Jewel dipped her head slightly. “Sanity?” What a weird thought. She’d have to remember to bring that up during her next appointment with her therapist.

She noted the time as the door opened and a household maid wheeled in a cart. Her tea and biscuits were delivered at 9 o’clock, precisely.

She stood up from behind her husbands…no…from behind HER desk and moved to take a seat at another table. She left all the windows open on her Holographic Analytics Lattice computer with 9000 peta-byte memory processor. Multiple windows left open as financial forms, terms and definitions, market models and predictions and other algorithms worked their way through the data.

She saw that the end was in sight. By tonight she will have finished her review of all her accounts.

Routines make her household run like clockwork.

Jewel found her mind remarkably clear and focused. It was so GOOD to be occupied with things that matter. She had seized with fascination upon the arcane world of international finance and investing. She felt so good to occupy her thoughts with something other than fashion or beauty or charity events or gossip.

Jewel’s duty as mistress of the Delacroix household hadn’t changed with the death of her husband, rather they increased.

As head of the household she was still expected to make her tours of the house and gardens and perform inspections of the staff and their work. The only difference was that now her decisions were final. She didn’t have Muriel running everything through her husband first for his approval.

But not only was she expected to keep to the routines of her life prior to her husband’s death, she was also required to attend to the details of his finances.

Her finances now…she smiled at the thought.

She directed the maid to bring the cart out to the patio overlooking the manor gardens. The weather was perfect and she could use a short break to clear her head. She would take a walk through her gardens after her tea and note the progress her gardening staff was making.