Filthy Filles Volume 1

By Foxxi Smolder

Noble, rakish, libertine. James Lockwood is unmatched in both aristocratic character and depraved desire by all but one - his lover, the beautiful Lady Cordelia Lytton. The Lady has just proposed a most unusual arrangement: James must complete a tenure at l'Académie des Filles, a boarding school for turning fine young men into perfectly feminine - and feminized - ladies. Should he accept, and endure the inverted teachings of sadistic headmistress Madame X, James will win Cordelia's hand. But the obstacles that await him include whippings, beatings, and crossdressing of a most humiliating fashion. Only his devotion to his lady will protect him from the trials of l'Académie, as James embarks on an odyssey that will leave him feminized in body, mind and soul - if he makes it to the other side!

"At l'Académie des Filles, you will be under my tutelage from the instant you awaken to the moment I decide I'm finished with you. You will be instructed in all the details of conduct and manners befitting eligible young ladies, large and small. We will teach you how to walk and sit and dress and dance and act. As your mind is shaped, so too will we shape your body, doing all that is necessary until you are wholly indistinguishable from a fine young woman. Then, and only then, will you graduate l'Académie as one of my prize 'fillies' - and your contest of feminization will be won. Do you accept?"

This volume collects the first three chapters in Filthy Filles, a thrilling tale of Victorian-era erotica featuring feminization, bisexuality, and femdom! For mature readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foxxi Smolder
• Release date: Oct 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463340226

Foxxi Smolder

Confirmed bacheloress by day and scribbler of indecent material by night, Foxxi Smolder has been writing sweet, smutty short stories since 2015. She is dedicated to bringing her readers works that embrace kink without sacrificing sex positivity or a sense of humor. When not writing, she enjoys tending her rose garden, doing Tarot readings for her cats, and adding to her collection of fainting couches.

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Filthy Filles: Volume One

© 2019 Foxxi Smolder

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Filthy Filles: Volume One

By Foxxi Smolder

This compilation collects the following previously published works:

Chapter One: In the ranks of high nobility, Lady Cordelia Lytton stands out in two ways: her freethinking independence and her enormous fortune. Those two qualities make her most particular about which men she takes to bed - though she may have just found her match in James Lockwood, an equally libertine lover with intelligence and humor to boot. But before she surrenders her hand to her faithful James, she poses him with an unthinkable test: learn to act, think, and live as a woman. Though understandably reluctant, James agrees when Cordelia explains that only through this transformation he can truly understand her body and soul. But when he's taken to l'Académie des Filles, a boarding school for turning men into girls, ruled by the fearsomely sadistic headmistress Madame X, he may have to question how strong his devotion to Cordelia is... and whether it's worth the sacrifice of maleness itself. James Lockwood is not known for a wagering man. But if that's what it takes to win the heart of Lady Cordelia Lytton, it's a wager he's willing to take.

Chapter Two: James Lockwood has just stepped into l'Académie des Filles, which twisted headmistress Madame X rules with an iron fist. She's all too happy to explain the terms by which his lover Cordelia will accept him in marriage: he must stay and be feminized in body, mind and soul. This is James' first run-in with the true cost of his agreement - and with the sadistic Madame. Will he go obediently to his new role as a lady, or get a taste of punishment at the hand's of Madame's whip?

Chapter Three: After a taste of discipline from Madame X, James is all too willing to follow her orders for the next stage of his transformation into a proper Victorian lady. But instead of more punishment, his captor leads him to an altogether different type of humiliation: being bathed, shaved, and clothed like a woman. His experience is made all the more excruciating when carried out by Ambrose, Madame's handsome young manservant, whom James cannot entirely dislike. Nor does it escape his notice that some aspects of being a lady are more enticing than he first thought... perhaps even - though James is loathe to admit it - enjoyable. Who would have imagined that being treated like a lady could be so thrilling? Not James Lockwood - and this is only the start of his stay at l'Académie des Filles!

Chapter One

When moonlight shone on the stately walls of the Lytton manse, it made the whole grand house look like a fairy tale palace of ice. The bricks gleamed with radiance and every gabled rooftop seemed to glow. The magical effect extended to the beautifully upkept lawn, where trees turned up the undersides of their leaves and whispered to each other, drenched in silvery light.

Though the building was known for its elegance, it had clearly been designed with a forbidding aura as well. Its architect had added ornament to a foundation of impenetrable stone, its many storeys daring uninvited visitors to enter. The Lyttons were an old family, and their patriarch had that family's safety in mind when he commissioned the manse to be built.

It was quite the interesting question, therefore, how a young man could have scaled the unwelcoming walls and made his way up to a balcony, where he now stood, casually observing the landscape below, with no apparent means of having reached his improbable position.

The wind teased the grass and the grass passed its secrets to the leaves while the man watched, seemingly untroubled. The moon cast its light upon his rakishly styled hair, swept back from a high, noble brow. It fell in a gentleman's wave down to slim, yet powerful shoulders. The man's build was lithe and muscled - that of a featherweight boxer, not a wrestler - and his face spoke to his princely rearing. It was kempt and undeniably handsome: a long straight nose above lips just a bit too sensual to belong to a man who followed the rules. There could have been cruelty there, written into the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the arrogant tilt of his jaw, but it seemed the face's owner had decided that good humor was a pleasanter alternative. A smile played around the corner of his mouth, and his brown eyes stared not at the immaculate Lytton lawn but some other, more private and tantalizing view.

The click of the double doors opening behind him made him leave his reverie. He straightened, smoothing down invisible wrinkles that leaning on the balustrade had left in his tailored waistcoat, and turned to see his new visitor. As she stepped forward, the young man's smile turned into a far more debonair grin. Standing with him on the balcony was the mistress of the house, Lady Cordelia Lytton, in all her imperial glory.

She met his grin with a little smile of her own, a mere quirking of her full, ruby-painted lips, and swished her way toward him in her opulent evening attire. The night was balmy enough that she did not wear a shawl, and the man's eyes followed the line of her bare neck down to where it vanished, in front, under the fabric