William was now in a near-constant state of denying his desires. It had been weeks since he tasted his first warm virile serving of futa seed, but the effects were irreversible. When in near proximity to one of his maids -- which happened countless times each day -- he could feel a heat begin to burn in his groin which reaching up to his heart. All of William's willpower was spent keeping up a stoic facade. However, the maids had become very sensitive to William's mannerisms and behaviour.
Watching him brush past bodacious futanari every day was like watching a coil get strung tighter and tighter. Each 'accidental' flash of their cock-socks, every 'subtle' touch of skin-on-skin, added to William's growing want. It was only a matter of time -- of waiting patiently -- before William couldn't hold back and his ladydick-loving side would spring to the surface.
Until then he held strong; trying to appear like a young upper-class gentleman of high quality. He knew that this was his mask. That his true self was lurking away inside waiting for its moment. To maintain his sanity, William allowed himself the occasional 'inappropriate interaction.' In any other house -- with any other set of maids -- he would have been corrected; disciplined, but not in the Jewell Household. The maids defined what was normal now.
If they found their young master tripping into their presented breasts or were forced to squeeze past him in a tight room, they didn't complain. Quite often they were the ones that orchestrated such encounters.
It was Miss Emily's duty to ensure William woke up at dawn every day. She still radiated a sweet motherly aura, but there was now an undercurrent of secrecy. William believed no one knew he had drunk an entire jar of sticky lady-nut. Miss Emily watched her master as he began to rise.
"Rest well, dear master William?"
With the curtains pulled by another maid, William was thrown into a world of light. Before he could clearly see anything, he made out the outline of Miss Emily's figure. Her curves were still undeniable. Her dress still trying to contain all of her fullness. That cute bun of hair still charmed William in a quaint way. The main difference now was how she presented her cock to her master. Every morning it arched into the air with pride and reverence. There was no hesitation in her stance. Her majestic shaft -- wrapped up in her personal cock-sock -- waited for William's greeting.
"Y-es, yes, Miss Emily. G-good morning." William was definitively not a morning person.
After his first meeting with Mrs Deliah Rottah -- owner of "The Secret Silk" -- he had been disappointed with his futanari social-skills. Lady Dove had recommended he practice with his maids: none of them would object and his skills could only improve with their guidance.
It was Miss Emily herself who recommended a cock-kiss greeting first thing in the morning. She justified it like so: "Master William will be at his least prepared when he first wakes up. That is exactly why it is the opportune time to practice his greeting. He will be forced to rely on instinct. It will become second nature for him to greet a futa with a proper introduction."
This was perfectly valid, but not the total truth. Miss Emily certainly wished to assist her master, but there was a more selfish interest too. She wanted to be the first futa her master greeted each day. The first girlcock on his lips every morning. It gave her pleasure -- and only affirmed her status as head maid.
'Goddess, he looks like a complete mess when he wakes up. Hair all messy, eyes half-closed. Naughty little master teasing us like this.'
Half-asleep half-awoken, William leaned to the side of the bed. He pushed himself up to kneel before Miss Emily. Even raised up on the bed, he still met her at belly-height -- such was the tallness of his personal futanari.
"I-It is a pleasure to greet you, Miss Emily."
With dexterity that only came from repeated practice, William gently grasped Miss Emily's cock-sock near the tip and pulled it halfway down. The folds of her sock rolled above his hand, exposing a hefty volume of her shaft in front of his face. 'Greeting' a futanari through fabric was acceptable, but total subservience required 'lips-on-shaft.' Lady Dove hadn't actually used the word 'subservience' when describing the process to William. Instead she changed it to 'respect'. There were certain parts of futanari culture that William wasn't ready for just yet.
"I look forward to another day with all of you."
William pushed out his lips and lowered his head. He hadn't been told to close his eyes while greeting a futa, but it felt right to him. Miss Emily had to bite her lip when she first saw him do it. He kissed her cock with restrained-passion, only allowing one pluck, but secretly longing to leave a trail of kisses down her entire length.
Miss Emily had been extremely proud with herself for creating this ritual in the beginning. However, she quickly learned of one major drawback. She had to ensure she remained flaccid for the whole thing. William wasn't quite ready to witness her fully erect boy-breaking girlcock. This became her daily torture. There he was: her adorable master so needy and so respectful. There it was: her cock in need for a tight hole. Why had she made herself do this? Why did she insist it was the duty of the head maid -- and only the head maid?
This morning's kiss lasted longer than most. In fact, it felt like William added half a second each day. Miss Emily cursed herself before William leaned back slightly. He tenderly pulled Miss Emily's cock-sock back up and made sure it was snug in place.
"W-was that acceptable, Miss Emily?"
'One day. One day he'll wake up and see my full length. I'll watch his eyes dilate and then... Patience, patience.'
Miss Emily's voice was still from the self-control she was exerting over herself.
"Expert as always master William. You learn quickly. Might I suggest cupping the shaft with your left hand while you perform the greeting. Pull me into you as you lean forward. I'll expect that tomorrow, okay?"
"Y-yes, Miss Emily. I always look forward to our greeting."
Miss Emily closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose. William saw her cock jump up for a fraction of a second before she lowered her skirt down over its rebellion.
"Let us begin the day, dear master William."
>
It was now common for William to eat with company at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There was a rotation of maids that joined him each meal, but the number depended on how busy the servants were. Without fail, Miss Clara sat one chair away from William, ensuring he never ate alone. Today the entire dinning hall belonged to them alone.
The party from the previous day demanded the entire staff to be hard at work. William's distaste for social gatherings had started to fade. With more influence over the nature of the parties and who was invited, he was starting to enjoy them. After removing the disruptive Mr Undertough from the invite list, William had earned the favour of quite a few families. It turned out being on bad terms with Mr Undertough only improved William's reputation with others.
Mrs Deliah Rottah had also spoken about William's open character and welcoming disposition. She had been very happy with her visit -- despite being the only futanari guest. William's name spread around the higher members of the futanari district like wildfire. The flood-gates were opened and William found himself drowning in letters requesting invitation to one of his parties.
"Miss Emily, do you recognize this symbol on the letter? I have seen the same one on a few of them."
"Oh? Master William, that is the symbol of the futa. A combination of the male and female symbol, with a larger 'male' part, as you can see."
"And that indicates the sender is a futanari?"
"It is a symbol of pride among us, yes. Anyone can use or wear it however they wish, it is not exclusive to futanari."
"I-I see. Why is it sometimes hidden or so small?"
"Remember, dear master: not everyone is so welcoming to the third sex."
"Understood. Would it be improper for me to use the symbol when inviting my futanari guests?"
"Not at all, master William. In fact, I think that would only increase their chances of coming."
A pile of letters sat next to William's breakfast. He was sorting through them as Miss Clara brought plates filled with food. She silently placed them in front of the master while he read letters. Quietly, she began to eat without disturbing him.
'How focused he looks. So intense, yet so young. The way he pushed his lips together and rubs his fingers to touch the paper. Goddess I just want to...'
The scent of freshly cooked food reached William's nose and broke his focus. He turned to see Miss Clara beside him.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Clara, I was lost in these letters."
"Not at all, young master. Please, don't let me disturb you."
"No, no. It is extremely rude to ignore such wonderful company. Honestly, I'm starting to grow tired of answering all these letters."
"Are their contents not pleasing?"
"The opposite actually. So many kind words, and requests for the next party, and invitations to other parties, and opportunities for business and talks, and it's all too much!"
Miss Clara smiled gently. She was waiting for her moment.
"It would appear that these letters are distracting you from your duties around the house?"
"Well -- somewhat. This is my duty. Maintaining relationships and defining new ones."
These weren't William's own words. They were a monotone copy of what his mother had defined him to be.
"I'm not suggesting you stop reading and sending letters, master WIilliam. You could simply delegate that duty to a maid."
"D-do we have maids free for that?"
"For our master? We can work something out. All of your maids are literate. I can personally recommend Miss Julia, she has an a huge family and writes letters to all of them. You would only need to ask. I'm sure she would be overjoyed for the opportunity."
William took a moment to think. He began to eat while he contemplated. William's ever-growing pile of letters had hidden one other change: all of his meals had began to shift. Someone was measuring his diet. Someone was controlling what he ate. And that someone was innocently sitting next to him every single meal, peering over her gold-frames glasses.
As the British fleets returned from lands-far-away, they brought exotic foods and spices with them. The maids had a connection in the docks who informed them of all the new goods in trade. They were looking for two things in particular. First: anything that could act as an aphrodisiac. It should be obvious why they wanted to fill William's diet with lust-giving food. Second: the maids wanted food phallic and long. If it was remotely shaped like a cock, they wanted it in their kitchen. Because if it could get it into their kitchen, they could get it onto William's plate. And if they could get it onto William's plate, then all the maids could enjoy watching their master suck, chew, and swallow cock-shaped foods with every meal.
Miss Clara discretely watched as William stabbed his fork down into a (purposefully) thick sausage and raised it to his lips. Miss Clara lowered her hand down to her growing shaft. If she didn't restrain it, it would have slammed into the underside of the table.
"I think that would be acceptable, Miss Clara." William finally accepted her offer.
Miss Clara was stunned for a moment. She had been so intensely focused on William's lips around the sausage, she needed a second to return to normal.
"Oh? Yes, of course. Shall I have Miss Julia sent to your study?"
"Please, Miss Clara. I will discuss the details with her."
Miss Clara bowed her head.
"Agh! Before you leave, young master. There was something special I had prepared for you."
William was half leaving his seat when he returned to his chair. Miss Clara revealed a dish and placed it in front of William. She pulled off its metal top to reveal the plate's contents. In front of William sat a curved, yellow thing; judging from the stalk at the end, William guessed it was a fruit.
"They call this a 'Banana', young master."
"I-I see. A fruit?"
"And quite a delicious one. The texture is different to most fruit. Does master William wish to try it?"
"C-certainly. I'll just..."
While most phallic foods placed on William's plate were covert, William immediately registered this 'Banana' as cock-shaped. The curve especially reminded him of how Miss Beatrice's ladydick curve up into her breasts. William shook the arousing thought out of his mind and grabbed the fruit. He was about to bite down into the skin when Miss Clara stopped him.
"Forgive me, master. I believe there is a trick to preparing this fruit. May I?"
Miss Clara peeled the banana in front of William. He let out a small gasp of surprise when the inner-fruit was revealed.
"Now if this fruit appears at some banquet, you will know what to do master William. Most chefs peel it and chop it into slices, but you never know. Someone might try to embarrass you."
"Like you did just now, Miss Clara?"
Miss Clara giggled and tilted her head.
"I've been caught."
William looked up to the mature futa now leaning across the table. Despite her age -- maybe because of it -- she appeared so charming when she giggled. The silver bangs running past her glasses had ageless beauty. Lines along her cheeks revealed a woman who liked to laugh. William felt himself enchanted for a moment just looking at her.
"Master William?"
He didn't respond. Miss Clara summoned some courage.
"Open wide. Say: 'Aaaa.'"
William dropped his jaw and let a low 'a'. Miss Clara steadily lowered the tip of the banana to William's mouth. She cupped his jaw with her other hand for guidance. The tip of the fruit pressed onto his tongue, but Miss Clara commanded.
"Wait, master William."
William had no idea what he was waiting for, but he deeply longed to obey Miss Clara. Her voice carried a commanding tone that invited him into submission.
Miss Clara resisted the urge to thrust the banana in and out of William's adorable o-shaped lips.
"Have a taste, young master."
William bit down. The banana's texture was new to him, but he didn't dislike it. In truth, he was so transfixed on the loving way Miss Clara was holding his chin, he failed to pay much attention to the banana's taste.
Miss Clara pulled the banana away.
"Would the master like me to order more bananas?"
William swallowed the fruit in his mouth. Now he summoned his own courage.
"Y-yes, Miss Clara. But I want to finish this one first."
William then opened his mouth and awaited his next bite. Miss Clara felt her cock harden up against the table. If her erection had been any stronger, she feared it would split the table in two. She returned the banana back towards William's mouth. This time William jumped forward to steal a bite.
"Oh! Down boy! So greedy."
William smiled as he chewed his stolen mouthful. In Miss Clara's eyes, he appeared like some misbehaving puppy.
"You won't get the rest unless you behave."
William tilted his head down and looked up at Miss Clara. His puppy-dog eye cemented his submissive status.
"That's more like it. Open up."
Three more bites and banana was gone -- only its skin remained. William savoured every single bite.
"All done?" Miss Clara asked.
William stuck out his clean tongue and showed an empty mouth. Miss Clara closed her eyes and contained her lust. Barely.
"W-well, I shall consider the banana a success. Although, I shall have the chef prepare it before-hand next time."
William -- only half-aware of how lewd he had been -- straighten himself up.
"Y-yes. That was a pleasant tasting session, Miss Clara."
"Hmm. It is lucky it was only us, young master."
William looked at Miss Clara in slight confusion.
"If the other maids had been here, there would have been more than one banana vying for your mouth."
An image flashed into William's imagination. All of his maids were standing around him, each with a peeled banana in hand. For a second, the fruits changed into an array of meaty sausages, then eggplants, then finally their leaking girlcocks. Every one of them was pushing themselves into his lips, into his face. He was being drowned in cock-shaped love.
"Master William?"
William jumped up -- his daydream shattered, his cock growing hard.
"Miss Julia will meet you in your study, young master."
Miss Clara smiled. Her playful comment had its effect. She had watched William's eyes glaze over as his banana-fantasy took hold.
'How vulnerable you are becoming to lewd thoughts, William.'
"Y-yes! Thank you again, Miss Clara. Have a shipment of bananas purchased immediately."
William bounced out of the dinning room. Miss Clara was once again left with a huge throbbing erection under the table. She couldn't tell if teasing William had relieved some need, or only made her desires more intense.
'Soon. Please, Goddess. Soon. Otherwise I risk bursting all over the floor.'
>
Miss Julia was no random pick for reading through William's letters. Miss Emily had selected her specifically and then trusted Miss Clara to prompt William with the suggestion. The reason? William's letters -- both sent and received -- were his social lifeline. Through his letters, he connected with the outside world. Meeting in person was essential, but how were meetings organized? Through letters. It was no accident that a futanari maid was now assuming control of William's message-flow.
William recognized Miss Julia as she entered his study. He knew the names of all his maids now, but Miss Julia kept to herself -- often busy with work. However, William had a keen eye for dedication, so despite Miss Julia's more reserved nature, he still thought highly of her.
"I'll be trusting you with sorting through my letters, Miss Julia. Do you feel up to that task?"
"Most certainly, master." Miss Julia's voice was strong with a slight rasp.
"Anything important should immediately be brought to my attention. If I receive a letter from..."
William began to introduce Miss Julia to her new responsibilities. He remained professional until Miss Julia stood by his side. She was unable to see a small detail and had to come close to William. She leaned forward while holding her curving brown hair back with one hand. Unlike Miss Beatrice -- who distracted William with the tip of her cock peaking from her cleavage -- Miss Julia didn't distract William with breast or tip. In fact, she had no breast and therefore no place to push her cock into. Instead, all plumpness had been sent to her thighs. With fruit still on William's mind, he thought of her as a juicy pear. He chastised himself: 'it is rude to think of my maids like this.', but her body demanded attention. Especially when her wider-than-life hips bumped into William.
"I'm sorry, master William. Could you point at that detail again please?"
William was fighting for space beside her. He now knew why they had ordered her a longer skirt. If she had been wearing the standard size, it would have revealed far too much.
"J-just here, Miss Julia."
What made it worse was that Miss Julia seemed clueless to her size. William was starting to recall now. Miss Julia had bumped into him quite a few times. Actually, she bumped into a lot of things. Or more accurately, her lower half did. The fact she didn't acknowledge how extra-plus-sized her rear was only made it worse. No one dared mention it, fearing it would upset her. William wasn't going to be the one that mentioned it first.
"Thank you, master. I understand what you need from me."
"If there is anything else, you only need to ask, Miss Julia."
"Umm, where am I to sit?"
William directed Miss Julia around his desk.
"You may use my chair, Miss Julia. You'll be using this desk more than me from now on."
"Is that proper, master?"
"There's no need to be bashful, Miss Julia. If I say it is proper, then it is proper."
"Yes, master."
Miss Julia measured William's chair with a glance. William saw her hesitate.
"M-maybe it would be better if..." Miss Julia was hinting at something.
William was clueless.
"W-well, if you insist." Miss Julia pulled back the chair.
As Miss Julia lowered herself, William began to understand the problem. He both saw and heard it. He saw the arm's of his chair pin Miss Julia's thighs together -- making it difficult to fully sit in the chair. He heard the wood creak under the weight of her fullness. She was clearly struggling.
"Agh! Miss Julia. I understand. Please stand up."
Miss Julia tried to, but was left in a humiliating position. As she stood up, the chair came with her. It was clamped onto her huge ass and wouldn't let go. For a single moment, William was intensely jealous of a piece of furniture. When he saw Miss Julia was in distress, he jumped to help her.
"Oh, Goddess. Let me fix this, Miss Julia." William whispered to her.
"I'm so sorry, master William."
William could hear the sadness in Miss Julia's voice and adopted a soft tone while reassuring her.
"There is no need, Miss Julia. Do you want to know something very important?"
Miss Julia looked upset, but nodded.
"I've always hated this chair. It creaks more than a haunted house and always bends my back. I'll be happy the day we throw it into some dungeon cellar."
William was able to pry the chair off Miss Julia's ass. When released, the full fat of her rear bounced and wobbled before settling back into her natural pear-shape. William picked up the chair and came to Miss Julia's side.
"So, what do you say, Miss Julia? Shall we take a trip to the cellar?"
He lifted the chair and winked at Miss Julia.
"Y-yes, master William. I'd like that."
Within the week, a 'more suitable' chair replaced the old one. Calling the new one a chair undersold its size and strength. It looked more like a reinforced throne with custom wide arms -- measured exactly for Miss Julia's 'width.' A firm pillow had been laid into the seat and could be fully removed and replaced (after becoming deflated from overuse). Miss Julia was endlessly grateful to William.
Miss Julia was also keen to get started with her new role. Sitting where master William once sat gave her a feeling of power and authority. She exercised that authority without fail. William had given her orders, but Miss Emily had also given a secret set of orders. Miss Emily's took priority over William's, but he was never to learn that.
The first duty was to ensure William's social gatherings invited plenty of futanari. William had already been doing that anyway, so there was little change. His first party had no officially invited futa -- only Mrs Deliah Rottah as a surprise visitor. His reputation earned him ten futa at his second gathering. Soon enough, William's parties invited predominately futanari. Anyone with resentful opinions -- like the previously removed Mr Underbrough -- had their letters mysteriously lost.
Secondly, letters to-and-from powerful or influential futanari were given higher priority. Miss Julia marked these letters with secret symbols or phrase-words to pass hidden information. This communicated that William supported his futanari maids and that any futanari visitor could expect a warm welcome.
Although it wasn't asked of Miss Julia -- either by Miss Emily or William -- whenever she wrote a letter from herself to another she always praised her master's character. Miss Julia knew quite a few people throughout the futanari district and wrote to all of them frequently. This resulted in William's reputation proceeding him; people knew of his excellence before they even met him.
Such was the case with Miss Florence Lockwood. The moment Miss Julia saw a personally written letter from Miss Lockwood she passed it straight to Miss Emily. The Lockwood family were infamous. Miss Lockwood's harem extended throughout the city of Oaken and her social power was unmatched. Miss Emily feared that Miss Lockwood wanted to turn William into one of her concubines. She was put at ease when she read the full contents of the letter.
It appeared Miss Lockwood was struggling with her daughter and was requesting William's assistance. It was best that William didn't read the letter himself -- Miss Lockwood had a rather degrading undertone when writing to a male. An altered version of the letter was passed onto William.
"And you believe helping Miss Lockwood is a wise decision, Miss Emily?" William asked.
"I cannot understate her influence, master William. To ignore her request would be -- it would have consequences. Even worse if you declined to meet at all."
"And no details about the nature of the request?"
"We will only learn more when we meet her."
"We?"
"Forgive me, master William, but I think it would be best that I accompany you. Miss Lockwood is a -- she's an intense futanari woman."
>
Miss Florence Lockwood was an intense futanari dominatrix. Lady Dove informed Miss Emily that William had no knowledge of what that meant, and she had no intention of teaching him until he was more -- sexually -- open. Miss Emily agreed with Lady Dove's assessment. If William went to meet Miss Florence at her home -- surrounded by subservient males and bound boy-toys -- it could be a shock to his system. One day he would be ready, but it wasn't today.
Instead they would meet in public; somewhere in the futanari district. Preferably somewhere open and with a crowd. Miss Emily didn't want Miss Lockwood pressuring William into a private promise. She was known for making deals with men that always went her way. William would also need training in how to behave around Miss Lockwood.
"First: you must always call her Mistress. Mistress Lockwood is acceptable, but never just Miss. Always Mistress."
William could feel the tension in Miss Clara's directions. Having previously been a dominatrix herself -- although William wasn't told that -- she was the best person to guide him.
"If you walk with her, you must always walk behind her. Never interrupt her. And also..."
William was fed a series of conditions, do-nots, and avoid-if-possibles. The etiquette regarding a futanari dominatrix was extensive. He started to feel the tension work into his shoulders.
Miss Clara sighed gently.
"Master William, I fear I am stressing you."
"It is important to be prepared."
"Certainly, but there is no point worrying you to sickness. The truth is Miss Lockwood is a futanari just like any other. The main difference? In her eyes, you are lower than her. That is the hierarchy she lives in. Do not offend her, but don't let her take control. Show respect, but be straight-forward. Unless you have some law-binding contract with her, you owe her nothing."
William was touched by how much care was in Miss Clara's voice.
"Is she going to try to add me to her harem?" William said half-joking half-serious.
Miss Clara laughed and both of them relaxed for a moment.
"I would be shocked if she didn't. Oh! Do you recall how Mrs Deliah Rottah's dress was quite provocative at your first party?"
"Yes?"
"Miss Lockwood will most likely be wearing something equally eye-catching. Prepare yourself, young master."
>
William sat outside a small cafe down the main district street, an ice-cool glass of lemonade in his hand. Miss Emily had guided them to the meeting point with minimal fuss. After his crash-course lesson in futadom, William was simply happy to be outside enjoying the city. Miss Emily had worried that crossing into the district might cause a complication. However, she was happy to hear that Miss Lockwood had sent word that a 'very important male' was entering the district to meet her. Usually males -- cute ones -- crossing into the district were subject to a 'physical search'. No such search occurred with William thanks to Miss Lockwood's protection.
"Miss Lockwood can be dangerous, but she is a valuable person to be on good terms with." Miss Emily commented to William.
Miss Emily sat down next to William outside the cafe. She had just finished paying for their drinks. William had insisted she buy something for herself too. She held a small cup of tea.
"We can expect Miss Lockwood in a few minutes. I thought it best we arrive first."
"You're as reliable as always, Miss Emily."
Miss Emily had changed into a variant of her maid uniform. This one was more appropriate for outdoor use: her cleavage was more covered, her skirt far longer, and a pair of walking boots for the cobble streets. Despite the bustling crowd, visiting the futanari district for the first time, and having a whole main street to watch pass ny -- William's eyes could only watch Miss Emily.
William wondered if this was similar to a date. He had never been on a date. Organized social gatherings and one-on-ones engineered by his parents? Sure. But this felt different. William wondered if he was nervous because of Miss Lockwood, or because he was spending time alone with Miss Emily.
Forever the dutiful maid, Miss Emily was busy making sure the surrounding area was safe for her master. A little awareness could reveal ill intent. She found nothing of the kind. When she finally took a drink of her tea, she found William's eyes looking at her.
"Is everything acceptable, master William?"
"O-oh, yes. It's all quite exciting, isn't it?"
Miss Emily smiled. William didn't appear worried at all, which put her at ease.
"How are you enjoying the district?"
"I can't say it seems very different. I mean that in a good way."
"Hmmm? Maybe you're not paying close attention."
William took another look at the passing crowds. Now that he was actually looking, small differences called out to him. Futanari were much more numerous here. How could William tell? That was the other difference he noticed. Girlcocks swung free and open. William began to blush as his eyes were drawn waist-high. Cock-socks, ball-bras, and items of clothing William didn't have a name for -- were all common. Outfits was more relaxed here; more casual. A passing futa caught William's glances and returned a wink. William smiled and returned to his drink.
"I-I think I see now."
'How adorable.' Miss Emily thought to herself.
Then something entered William's vision which demanded his complete attention. It was a woman unlike any he had seen before -- which had happened multiple times over the last month, but not to this degree. Power emanated from every step she took through the street. She was shadowed by two smaller males either side. Strangers gave her extra space. She carved a small pocket of control through the stream of moving bodies. William realized he was looking at Mistress Lockwood when Miss Emily tapped his arms three times.
Mistress Lockwood's hands rested over her belly as she walked with her chin held high. Dark purple hair drilled down as spirals around her apathetic expression. Black lipstick contrasted against pale skin. William was introduced to a material he had never seen. He would learn it was called 'Latex' and had only recently been invented. It's black sheen defined the outline of Mistress Lockwood's body. Her breasts were held tight by the black-rubber, apart from a small window into her under-breast -- which created a small upside down heart shape. Two white ribbons ran over her hefty breasts before hanging where her nipples pushed into the latex. From the ribbons, golden symbols swung with each assertive step. William recognized them from his letters -- they were the symbol of the futa.
Similar to how Mrs Rottah's dress had a loincloth, Mistress Lockwood also had a fabric running down over her belly. However -- unlike Mrs Rottah's loincloth which hid her girlcock -- Mistress Lockwood's loincloth deliberately split in half at the base of her ladydick. Cushioned by her thighs, her majestic cock was presented front and centre. It was wrapped in coiling strings that became denser closer to the tip. It gave the appearance that a shadowy spider had wrapped Mistress Lockwood's cock in layer after layer of silk. She walked in a specific way to ensure her cock -- even while flaccid -- was raised upwards.
The latex returned to consume her thighs and calves, only overcome by Mistress Lockwoods spiked knee-height boots. William didn't need to be told she was a dangerous futa. Her clothing declared that where-ever she went. There was only one final piece of clothing that left William confused. Around each ankle of her boots, Mistress Lockwood had a key dangling from a black-leather strap. Had William been paying more attention to the two males that accompanied their Mistress, he might have guessed the purpose of the dangling keys.
Instead his entire focus was on the Mistress. She stopped in front of William and Miss Emily, paused, and looked down to them. William waited for Miss Emily to stand up first then followed her example.
"Miss Florence Lockwood?" Miss Emily asked, already knowing the answer.
"Miss Emily Hart and Mr William Jewell?" The Mistress asked.
Her voice was sultry and distant -- like she had better places to be everywhere she went. A touch lower than William was expecting. He bowed his head.
"M-mistress Lockwood, it's an honour."
She turned to face William. Miss Emily had warned him he would need to greet her in public. Kissing a girlcock in the privacy of his own home was one thing. Doing it with a crowd was another. William breathed in deep and knelt. When he was at eye-level with Mistress Lockwood's cock he hesitated.
"A problem, Mr Jewell?"
"My apologies, Mistress. Y-you're cock is -- quite intimidating."
Without knowing it, William had given her an endearing compliment. None of his maids had told him what to say. Each trusted he would charm his way through the encounter. Their trust was well placed. Mistress Lockwood's voice sounded less distant.
"And your lips look very soft, Mr Jewell."
"P-please, Mistress Lockwood. Call me William."
William's hesitation was caused by one thing. He failed to see it when first inspecting Mistress Lockwood's overwhelming attire. Near the base of her cock, there was something extra. It almost looked like her cock swelled and had two bulbous glands slightly more red than her skin tone. It had completely escaped Miss Emily's and Miss Clara's minds to explain that some futanari had different types of cocks. William -- forever open and willing -- ignored the difference and continued with his greeting kiss. He weaved his lips past the web-like fabric and planted a smooch on her shaft. His left hand pulled in the cock for a deeper kiss. Mistress Lockwood was satisfied.
"This is my daughter, Gracelynn Lockwood. Please extend your greeting to her cock as well, Male."
Standing meekly next to her mother, Gracelynn was fidgeting with her hands. Neither Miss Emily nor William had even noticed her. She was dressed to match her mother -- latex, golden symbols, and leather boots -- but her ankles lacked any dangling keys. Her purple hair was tied in a mess behind her head. William shuffled towards her and prepared his lips for another kiss. Gracelynn had the same spider-silk cover and the same large glands at the base of her cock. She was noticeably shorted in length compared to her mother. A more conservative skirt attempted to hide her lower half. Lifting it slowly, William kissed her cock with the same measure of passion.
After William stood up, Mistress Lockwood snapped her fingers causing her males to move into action. One pulled a chair for both Florence and Gracelynn, while the other cleaned the chairs with a handkerchief. Once the two were seated, one male stood behind Florence and reached around to cup her breasts upward. The other knelt below the table to carry her cock so that it didn't touch the dirty floor. William waited for Miss Emily to sit first and then he was the last to take a seat.
"I appreciate your punctuality. I do not intent to waste either my time or yours."
"How can I be helpful to you, Mistress Lockwood?" William asked.
Florence placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"My dear daughter Gracelynn is soon to celebrate her twentieth birthday. Each year -- I am proud to say -- she grows both in length and girth. However, not all is perfect for my daughter."
Gracelynn look thoroughly embarrassed during the whole conversation, but kept quiet.
"The girl lacks conviction. She lacks drive. As her mother, it is my intention to ensure she has a life of her own."
Looking at Gracelynn it didn't look like her mother wanted that. Sitting next to each other, Gracelynn looked like a shorter, more meek, version of her mother. A copy.
"To that end, a change is needed. I believe you are that change, William. Your reputation as a proud enjoyer of futanari and our culture has reached my ears."
William wondered where exactly that reputation had come from, but remained focused on the conversation.
"At home she is surrounded by males I have already claimed and bound. Submissive little things with no spines. She hasn't learned how to seduce a male. I believe my sweet daughter needs an environment where she can become her true dominant self."
Gracelynn stayed reaction-less. She didn't protest, but she didn't agree with what her mother saying either.
"Y-yoy want Miss Gracelynn Lockwood to live with me at Jewell estate?" William asked, not sure exactly what Mistress Lockwood was implying.
"Almost. I want her to work as one of your maids. There she can learn from them -- and with hands-on-experience -- how to act as a futanari."
Miss Emily hid her annoyance well. This was a sly move from Miss Lockwood. William was clueless to the conspiracy that his futa maids wanted to corrupt him and seize both him and his home. Miss Lockwood clearly understood what was happening and wanted some of the spoils. Her daughter was an investment into the Jewell estate. She was offering William a simple deal: 'Help my daughter in return for my favour.' The unspoken deal between the futanari at the table was: 'Give me a piece of William, or I'll expose the whole conspiracy."
Miss Emily placed her hand on William's thigh under the table to signal he should stay quiet for now.
"Has your daughter been trained to be a maid?" Miss Emily asked.
"Just like myself, she is a rapid-fast learner." Miss Lockwood returned.
"And how would Mr Jewell be paid for this exchange?"
"He would have my favour, the company of my daughter, and open access to the district under my authority."
"Would your daughter be paid while rendering her untrained services?"
William sensed there was a discussion happening on another level. A level he didn't understand. He placed his trust in Miss Emily. Little did he know, Miss Emily and Miss Lockwood weren't fighting over Gracelynn's pay. They were fighting over William.
"I will provide her an allowance. Pay is not needed."
"And how long would she be working for Mr Jewell?"
"Well, what happens when a futanari and a male spend time together? How long does it take for a futanari to find her place?
Miss Emly recoiled. That was a very direct implication. Miss Lockwood was ready to expose Emily right there.
William took a chance and cut into the heated conversation.
"Mistress Lockwood, if you really intend for your daughter to become her own futa, then she should state the length of this exchange for herself."
Everyone froze. Gracelynn looked up at William, a glimmer in her eye. Florence slowly turned her head to face him.
"My daughter will learn from my example, male. I know what is best for her. Do you question my..."
"Until Mr Jewell decides I am ready!"
Miss Lockwood turned her head even further to now stare at her daughter. Gracelynn's voice sounded soft, but she had nearly shouted her one sentence.
"U-until Mr Jewell decides I am ready to leave. He should decide how long I stay."
"Sweetie, darling, this is..."
"This is a very important discussion about my future and I think I should have a say in it."
The one person that had the ability to silence Mistress Lockwood had spoken. Gracelynn had felt inspired by Williams outburst and decided to take her stand. The splintering of the Lockwood side gave Miss Emily a chance to strike.
"Does Miss Gracelynn have any other requests?"
Miss Emily understood that this could all be an act. Florence could be commanding Gracelynn to do this, but something about the horror on Florence's face told Miss Emily that wasn't the case. Gracelynn was acting in her own interests.
"I want no special treatment. And despite what my mother says, I would actually like to be paid. To my own account please."
Miss Emily smiled. The rumours about the Lockwood family were true. Gracelynn lives in the shadow of her mother; constantly at her command. Was this her chance at breaking free? Florence calmed herself and tried to wrestle back control, but it was too late.
"I believe what my daughter is trying to say is..."
"Are these terms acceptable, Miss Emily? Mr Jewell?" Gracelynn shut her mother down.
Miss Emily turned to William. She leaned in to whisper.
"I didn't predict any of this, master William. Gracelynn's terms are more than acceptable, but I cannot tell how Florcence will respond. It is a risk."
William nodded while Miss Emily leaned back.
"We have the space for another maid, Miss Gracelynn. Your terms are reasonable, but we have only just met. Would it be possible for us to talk alone?"
'Talk without your mother breathing down your neck.' was what William was actually saying. Gracelynn understood him instantly.
"The ocean breeze is quite refreshing this time of day." Gracelynn offered.
William stood up and presented his arm to Gracelynn. She jumped up and hooked her arm around his. William was pleasantly surprised when she began to guide him through the crowd towards the harbour.
Now alone -- not including Mistress Lockwood's male servants -- Miss Emily and Florence could talk freely.
Miss Emily opened up with a mocking comment: "They grow up so fast."
Florence didn't offer a response. Miss Emily was surprised. 'The Mistress' was known for her quick-wit and venom-like word choice. She looked oddly vulnerable.
After what felt like an age, she spoke.
"Will you take care of her?"
Miss Emily was confused.
"Will 'he' take care of her?" Florence changed the question slightly.
Miss Emily moved her hand to rest on Florence's. 'The Mistress' was fighting the urge to cry.
"Master William has only shown kindness to all of us. We would treat her like a sister."
"She's never talked to me like that. Never ignored me like that."
"I think she's more of a futa than you realized."
Florence smiled as she raised a handkerchief to her eyes.
"I'm no good at this mother business. I prefer males and boy-toys. They are easier to whip into shape."
"Us futanari are too head-strong to be whipped into shape, huh?"
"Absolutely."
Florence and Miss Emily laughed together.
"He's quite enchanted with you, you know that?" Florence said softly.
Miss Emily tilted her head,
"Even my most devoted male doesn't look at me the way he looks at you."
>
Having escaped her mother's shadow, Gracelynn took on a whole new personality. She started off reserved, but her confidence was only growing. She clung tight to William's arm and he felt her heartbeat through her chest.
"Is it true that you told Mr Underbrough to 'go suck a cock'?"
"Agh! I -- that would be very inappropriate."
"Just like interrupting my mother?"
William flinched.
"That was pretty cool though. Thanks for standing up for me."
The pair walked down the pier steps next to the ocean. The breeze was indeed refreshing just like Gracelynn promised. They both stood looking out to the horizon where one shade of blue blended with another. Unknown to William, a ship was just pulling in with a large order of bananas.
"Do you actually want to be a maid?" He asked.
"How do you know what you want to be?"
"No idea. I just do what I'm told, and sneak my own desires when I can."
"No way! I thought you were Mr Rebellious. Who tells you what to do?"
"My mother and father."
"You too, huh? So... what are those desires you sneak in?"
William blushed. He really shouldn't have mentioned that, because now all he could think about was his maids. A strong gust of wind came to his rescue and threw Gracelynn's skirt upward. William got a full eyefull of her now half-erect cock before she slammed her skirt down. She looked at William who was now bright red.
In that instant it clicked in her head what his desires were.
"Oh? You're that kind of male, huh?"
"What does that mean?"
"Curious. Innocent. But maybe want something you shouldn't?"
William averted his gaze.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"So, if I became one of your maids -- you'd be curious about me too?"
Gracelynn leaned into William's ear.
"Because I'm already curious about you."
The two looked at each other for a moment.
"Any questions you wanted to ask before you employee me, master William?"
"A-actually, I wanted to ask. Y-your cock -- it's not like any other I've ever seen."
"My Goddess! There were rumours you were a flirt, but I wasn't expecting this."
"N-no, I mean, the shape -- I've..."
"My knot? Are you still learning about futanari, master William?"
William nodded. "I didn't mean to offend."
"Actually you did. I'm super offended right now. The only way I'll ever forgive you, is if you hire me as a maid. Right now. And maybe one day I'll tell you about my knot."
'Or even show you.' Gracelynn thought to herself.
"Deal." William kneeled before Gracelynn.
"And, call me Miss Grace, okay? Gracelynn is bit of a mouthful."
'Speaking of mouthfuls.' William thought at his leaned in to kiss Miss Grace's shaft.
Their deal was sealed with a kiss on her cock. When William returned to her height, she kissed him on the cheek.
"I look forward to working with you, master."
>
The maids back at the Jewell estate were restless. From the moment Miss Emily departed with William, they felt something terrible was going to happen to their young master. Each one of them sneaked glances out the front windows -- hoping to see his return.
When the front door did finally open, half a dozen maids were anxiously waiting. William opened the door for Miss Emily who graciously stepped inside. She saw the worry in her maids eyes. A small hidden hand signal told them everything was alright, but the maids still wanted to see William up close. They swarmed him before Miss Emily could even remove his coat.
"Is all well, master William?"
"Did Miss Lockwood do anything unsavoury, young master?"
"Shall we prepare some tea for the master to recover with?"
William's heart was warmed by their compassion.
"Please, please, everything ended well. Miss Lockwood is indeed a fierce futanari, but Miss Emily and I managed to emerge unscathed."
Having heard it straight from William's lips, the maids collectively sighed in relief. Miss Beatrice came rushing into the group and was so overcome with happiness she pulled William into a tight embrace.
"Oh! Master William you are alive!"
William's face was buried into Miss Beatrice's cleavage which concealed her waiting tip. William was helpless to stop her -- thanks to her futanari strength and size -- so simply accepted his fate. For a moment, all he could hear was her fast beating heart. Her pillowy breasts pressed against his cheeks and his lips were forced to smooch her leaking tip. The smell of a futanari now brought him comfort -- making him feel at home. His body relaxed.
"Miss Beatrice, you will be the one that kills master William if you do not allow him to breathe."
"Oh! Silly me!"
William was released from Miss Beatrice's embrace and stepped back in a daze. The other maids looked longingly towards him, then shifted their eyes to Miss Emily -- seeking permission.
"However, without William's natural charm, things would have turned sour. I think he deserves to be properly welcomed home."
Before William could recover or resist, he was surrounded by the maids and his vision went dark-pink. Each one held him close in a cuddling circle. They wrestled to decide who had the privilege of the master's head between their breasts while William enjoyed their touch. The futanari were all pushing their hips inward so that William was met with a group of prodding flaccid girlcocks. One lucky maid was able to push in between his legs and have her ladydick raise up into his gooch. If William was helpless against Miss Beatrice, then there was no chance of escape now. Not that he wanted to flee. In fact, he longed to be pulled in deeper.
"Ladies! Ladies! One of you mentioned tea? I believe master William deserves some refreshments and snacks."
Miss Emily knew this embrace would only escalate if left undisturbed. The maids released their prisoner and William was once again left dizzy, but warm. The passive exposure to futanari pheromones had given him a natural resistance. But six futa, so close, all at once? That was still overwhelming. William was thankful when Miss Emily had him seated. Now in the safety of home, the pair could talk freely. A couple of maids stood by Williams side and brushed his arm for comfort.
Miss Emily assured Miss Lockwood wouldn't cause any trouble for him. Providing of course, he took good care of her daughter.
"But I would expect no less from my master."
"I would never want to disappoint one of my maids." William declared proudly.
Miss Emily had to turn away to hide her silly smile. While their futanari pheromones might be working away on William, William's charm was doing the same in return.
"Was Mistress Lockwood intense to deal with alone, Miss Emily?" William asked.
"I suspect she was trying to make a strong first impression. After you left, our discussion was much more pleasant. I hope your talk with the young Miss Lockwood went well. She seemed happy during your return."
"Just as I suspected, she is living in her mother's shadow. She became much more talkative when it was just the two of us."
A couple of the maids pouted. 'Just the two of us, hmm?'
"And an agreement was made?" Miss Emily asked.
"Gracelynn Lockwood will become a maid here at Jewell Manor. I trust my maids to ensure she is treated with care."
"She will be worked hard, but fair, master William."
The maids giggled.
William let out a satisfied sigh.
"We survived, Miss Emily."
"It wasn't the smoothest trip, but I think we achieved the best outcome."
"Only time will tell."
William reflected for a moment while enjoying some tea and biscuits. Another layer of the futanari world had been discovered. He felt like an excavator uncovering a hidden realm. Questions filled his mind. After a day of rest, William was in his study with Lady Dove -- prepared for his next lesson.
>
"Congratulations on your encounter with Miss Lockwood, William."
"Thank you, Lady Dove. I couldn't have done it without Miss Emily."
"I heard you defied 'The Mistress' and dared to interrupt her. I hope that rebellious nature won't be found in my classroom."
"Certainly not, Lady Dove."
Lady Dove nodded.
"William, you have questions."
"I've already learned of the superior size of futanari genitalia, but I've encountered something new. Can futanari have different types of co- genitals?"
Lady Dove smiled.
"If genitals sounds too scientific, you can use the word 'cock', master William."
William nodded.
"You are indeed correct. What you have discovered is rare, but commonly known in futanari spheres. May I inquire as to the exact nature of this different type of cock?"
"The base of the shaft was wide. Wider than anything I've seen in a textbook. It looked a touch more red too."
"Agh! A knot. You properly introduced yourself to Miss Lockwood, I see. Well done."
"Y-yes, Lady Dove." William began to blush.
"I will begin with the unsavoury side of this topic, William. Some futanari possess cocks that could be described as bestial. They are cocks shaped like ones that animals have. This leads nasty-minded people to conclude that futanari are closer to animals than the other sexes. It can be a source of discrimination."
William's face became more serious.
"Thankfully, with the ever-growing sciences, this baseless accusation is losing definition. You recall the basics of evolution-theory, yes?"
William nodded.
"If we hold evolution to be true, we all possess some degree of ancient genetics -- from our ancestors -- when we came from animals. A lot is still unknown, but it is believed futanari genetics possess some special ancient gene. This gene predominantly effects futanari genitals. Do you see the connection, William?"
"This gene could be what causes futanari to have beast-like cocks?"
"That is the current theory. As I always say, science is only just starting to uncover the nature of life. I cannot say what is true and false. Only what is currently known."
William thought for a second. He realized some of his maids could also have bestial cocks and he simply didn't know it yet.
"I see." William uttered. "W-what is the proper way to refer to this? To be polite?"
"Simply call it what it is. Avoid using the word 'Bestial' or 'Animal-like' unless the futanari herself uses those words."
William wrote down some notes.
"Miss Lockwood is a prime example of a futanari that is defying the norm and proudly presenting her knot like any other futanari would present their cock. Futanari like us can still lead perfectly normal lives despite the difference in genitals. There are a large number of different cock types so if you want a specific lesson on a type, please tell me."
William caught something while Lady Dove was talking. She said: 'Futanari like us'. He wasn't sure if Lady Dove had done it on purpose, but suspected she hadn't. So, Lady Dove was not only a futanari, but also had a bestial cock? William's curiosity was growing more and more.
"Since one of my maids will possess a -- a knot? - I think it's best I learn about that."
He decided to not question Lady Dove about her ladydick. Out of all the futanari William knew, Lady Dove was the most secretive about her sex.
"As you have already seen a knot, I will not waste our time with a description of its appearance. Instead I will tell you of its function. The larger section of the shaft you saw is the whole knot. When a futanari reaches climax, the knot will swell wide and thick -- locking it into whatever hole it was penetrating."
"L-locking?"
"Someone who has been knotted will remained trapped on the end of a girlcock until it calms and returns to its pre-swollen size."
"T-that's sounds -- uncomfortable."
"First hand accounts describe the event as deeply pleasurable. The knot doesn't push beyond human limits; it will not cause any permanent damage. In fact, there is a practice where a futanari will..."
Lady Dove paused. She realized William wasn't ready for that part of the lesson and redirected.
"... a futanari will stay and comfort her partner until the knot subsides."
William looked less scared.
"Oh? That is a relief. Maybe it is not as bad as it sounds."
Lady Dove sighed. William didn't suspect she had changed what she was going to say.
"That is all I can teach you today, William."
"Thank you for the lesson, Lady Dove."
"Always, Mr Jewell. You are quickly becoming one of my favourite students. Curiosity and the ability to listen come naturally to you. I can only praise your devotion."
Lady Dove rested her hand on William's shoulder.
"Good boy, William."
The 'Good boy' felt his heart spike. Lady Dove was so reserved with her touch that when it finally came it was electric. William's eyes fell to the table where she kept her cane. Thanks to William's good behaviour she didn't even bother caring her leather stick during lessons anymore. Was it wrong that William wanted to be struck with it? Was it wrong he wanted to be the opposite of a 'Good boy?' Was it wrong that he daydreamed of causing trouble on purpose, so he would be bent over her the desk and --
"See you next week, William."
"Ah! Y-yes, Lady Dove. Stay safe."
Lady Dove walked down the corridor with her large conservative skirt bouncing below her. She resisted the urge to walk into a bathroom, lift it up, and release her lust in secret.
'No, Mariah. Save it! Save it for when the boy comes crawling, curiosity on his lips.'
>
A few days later, on an idle friday, William was surprised to encounter Mrs Deliah Rottah in one of his studies. Today's outrageous outfit was oriental in origin -- Mrs Rottah informed William -- and was quite popular with futanari on the other side of the earth. It was sheek-black with golden dragons dancing across the fabric. As always, Mrs Rottah's untamed python was hanging between her legs, the tip only an inch from the floor. Was that why she always wore extremely high heels?
"Mr Jewell, wonderful to see you again." Mrs Rottah was uncharacteristically cheerful. Her usual dreary aura was no where to be found.
"You are stunning in everything you wear and everything you wear is stunning, Mrs Rottah."
"Please, Mr Jewell, while we are in private: call me Deliah."
"Then I shall be William, Deliah."
"I have a delivery for you, William. Too long have your maids worn the same clothes. Life must have variety. These maid outfits are perfectly accepted for a female, but female your maids are not."
Deliah spoke so clearly, it felt like she had practised this speech.
"Miss Clara graciously offered to try on the new garb. Now, be honest with your feedback. I craft to my own taste, but am always willing to make custom changes."
Deliah's excitement was infectious, but William could feel dread mixing in. Deliah's clothing choice was unpredictable. It was guaranteed that whatever Miss Clara was wearing it would shock William. The question was: would it be a good shock or a bad shock?
William prepared himself.
"I am ready, Deliah. Show me your work."
"Miss Clara! Master William is ready for you! Approach!"
There was a moment of rustling while Miss Clara shuffled around in the next room.
"Miss Rottah? Are you certain it-" Miss Clara called out.
"Approach!" Deliah repeated, louder.
"Alright." Miss Clara whispered to herself.
The moment William saw Miss Clara, he knew why she had hesitated. Compared to her old outfit, this one showed significantly more skin. Her shoulders were totally uncovered -- exposing her tender skin-tone from frilly-neck-choker to bra-rim. No straps. No neck support. Just a plump and proud cleavage on full display. Deliah had expertly laced support around the cups to pressure Miss Clara's breasts to appear larger than usual. William recalled visiting a tavern-bar once and seeing a buxom-wench. Miss Clara evoked that memory.
"It's all about presentation." she whispered to herself.
Miss Clara's waist was still held tight by a black corset -- contrasting the white frills around her breasts. However, this one had its strings on the front. One glance from William confirmed it: that was indeed her cock-sock behind the strings. Had she not been wearing it, her shaft would have been easily seen.
Miss Clara was breathing steady. Having William watch her like this was deeply arousing. She had to remain calm, otherwise the cock-socked tip of her erection would show in-between her bosom.
Her plentiful nuts -- that were usually tucked away within a skirt -- were held forward by a firm ball-bra. Garter belt straps held patterned lace stockings around her legs. The absolute territory between a stockings and her very-very-very short skirt was immense. The straps were being consumed by her thigh mass.
William felt Miss Clara had a more powerful stance. Sure enough, her small black leather boots were higher than before. With his knowledge of dress and clothing, William knew the shoes were custom made to make Miss Clara push her hips forward -- emphasising her plump globes. On closer inspection, Miss Clara's balls were also wrapped in patterned lace. A frilly chocker rested between her balls and the base of her cock -- the same type that was around her neck.
When Miss Clara revealed herself, William gasped. Then he stared for ten minutes -- unmoving. Then he started to walk around her in circles -- admiring the attention to detail and craftsmanship. Deliah could see William was in deep focus and didn't disturb him. He was fully taking in her vision. Miss Clara on the other hand was mortified. It didn't feel like William was admiring the dress. It felt like he was admiring the futa in the dress. Miss Clara begged her cock to remain at least half-hard. Anything more risked bursting the corset.
Maybe it was because William was now surrounded by futanari. Maybe it was thanks to his visit to the futanari district. If he had seen this outfit on his first day, he would have fainted. But now? Futanari royals would have called him a 'Male of Culture.'
Miss Clara's body was on full display, but nothing about the dress degraded her. She looked like a vision of power. Like she had been pulled out of a Greek painting. A very lewd, yet dignified, Greek painting.
"Amazing. Deliah. Just amazing."
Deliah smiled.
"But now for the real test." William winked at Deliah.
"Miss Clara?"
"Y-yes? Master William?"
"How do you feel?"
"I -- I -"
William had never seen Miss Clara stutter.
"Does master William find it pleasing?"
"Maybe I do. But you will have to wear it, Miss Clara. Not me."
"Then... Actually, I feel..."
Miss Clara took a few steps forward. Her hips swung side to side far more than before.
"And when I..."
She did a small spin. Her balls bounced ever so slightly. She pretended to dust a shelf.
William and Deliah both waited. Miss Clara finally turned to face William. She looked down at her master.
"I feel like a futanari."
William turned to look at Deliah. She smiled and said: "That's the best feedback I can receive."
"Mrs Rottah? Please ensure all my maids feel like futanari as soon as possible." William declared.
"Well, Mr Jewell, about that..."
Footsteps came from behind the study-door. Miss Beatrice, Emily, Julia, and a whole queue of futanari strut inside. The entire staff of maids -- all dressed in their new attire -- filled the room. They formed a semi-circle which enclosed around William.
William's mind went blank as his stunning maids all stood waiting. Miss Beatrice had a custom bra made. Hers was split down the middle exposing an excessive volume of her inner breasts -- her cock hidden between them. Miss Julia's bountiful rear demanded extra garter straps to contain it. Miss Emily stood with a custom cock-sock, laced with the symbol of the futa.
"On behalf of the Jewell Maids, Master William, we wish to repeat our devotion to your service." Miss Emily announced.
All the maids posed so that their shafts, ball-bras, and cock-socks were presented towards William.
"We looked forward to years of service, young master William." they said as one.
>
That night, a special gathering took place. No one was invited as the only participants were William and his maids. Mrs Rottah left Jewell Manor with a beaming smile. William had been enchanted by every single one of his maids all over again. Thoughts melted away as they invited him down into the maid quarters. The futanari wanted to teach William how to dance.
It was nothing like the tight dances William had been taught by his parents. It was wild, and exotic, and filled with passion; improvisation aplenty. Due to the height difference between William and all his maids, he was often left dancing into their hips. Not a single maid protested against it.
William was told to shake his body, free himself, and just dance. He surrendered himself to the music playing from a record-table, and moved with his maids. Before the night was done, every single futa knew what it feel like to grind against their master. William's entire harem dry-humped him into exhaustion. The overwhelming pheromones drowned him in ecstasy.
Not a single woman took it further than touch. They now knew that William was more than a boy to be corrupted. He was becoming the exact type of man they wanted him to be. His actions alone told them how much he admired them, how much he wanted them, and how close he was to surrendering himself to their love.
When William passed out between Miss Beatrice's breasts, Miss Emily carried him to his bedroom. Miss Clara tucked him into the sheets, and his closest maids kissed his cheek goodnight.
"You were born for this, master William. Dream only of our cocks."