Filthy Filles: Chapter Six

By Foxxi Smolder

"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?"

The first day of James' stay at l'Académie draws to a close with a most humiliating final lesson in ballroom dancing. If James is to pass the stringent requirements of Madame X, he must successfully masquerade as a woman at the finishing school's graduation ball - and the first test is learning to waltz with Madame's infuriatingly handsome assistant, Ambrose.

The air grows warmer and James' burden grows heavier as he is forced to mince in his ladylike attire through the movements of the dance, all while Madame watches and criticizes. Her sharp tongue will soon give way to a sharper punishment if James steps awry - and it's nigh impossible to concentrate in such conditions! Can James relearn his old ways to take up the waltz as a brand-new, feminized "Juliet"? Or will he meet his match at the hands of Ambrose, and the stern penalties he doles out to James' sensitive skin?

Chapter Six of the Filthy Filles series, a serial novel published fortnightly. Read on for the next chapter in a thrilling tale of Victorian-era erotica, featuring feminization, bisexuality, and femdom! For mature readers only.

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A sharp swishing sound, like silk tearing, was his only warning. Then Ambrose's weapon made contact with the skin of his back bared by the low cut of his dress, and James cried out - he couldn't help it. He bit his lip to strangle the yelp he knew was rising there, but it took all his resolve not to let those ever-ready tears - had he really been so quick to cry, before he came here? - flow down his face again.

"One," Ambrose said. His voice was flat, without affect. James had time to recall that this was Madame's preferred technique for punishment - counting blows seemed to be of particular favor with her. Then the switch came down again, this time slightly to the left of the first blow.

He straightened, jerkily, flinching away from the hated pain that even now was seeping into his tender shoulder-blades. By the end of today, he thought, he'd be reckoning with a flogging, a spanking, a stint in leather bondage, and now this. Was it Madame's intent to batter him into femininity, with every open blow a strike against the foundation of his manhood?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foxxi Smolder
• Release date: Oct 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463421130

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: Chapter Six

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Filthy Filles: Chapter Six

By Foxxi Smolder

PREVIOUSLY: CHAPTER FIVE

As her inky black lashes fluttered closed for the night, Cordelia's entire being throbbed with a heartfelt wish, one that echoed in her mind like a rosary: I hope he makes it. I dearly hope he does. I hope he makes it all the way through l'Académie, transforms himself fully, and stays mine... for his sake, for mine, and for our own.

With such thoughts she passed into an undisturbed sleep, though the faintest furrow on her brow betrayed her deepest worries - and her dreams that night were all filled with James Lockwood's face.

By the time dusk had spread its foggy fingers over Madame’s estate and the vesper bell had begun to ring, James found himself in the ballroom again, this time not as a penitent but a pupil. His eyes wandered over the wide, empty expanse of varnished floor and its lone, looming staircase. In three months' time, Madame would present him at the top of those stairs, announce his name like a society debutante to a waiting crowd. Then he would totter down the spiral steps until he reached the open arms of whichever gentleman he would be forced to entertain with a dance.

For that was why Madame had, after a long stretch of time that was all the more agonizing for being so tedious, brought him back here: he must now learn to dance like a lady.

In addition to being a necessary condition for your graduation, Madame had said some time ago, leading him through the window-lined hallways of her grand house, ballroom dancing is the most important function a lady of high standing can learn. It is all of society in miniature: the movement, behavior and thoughts you must perform during a dance are the same as those you need to be a lady in all other situations.

James had, at the time, little to say to that. He was still smarting from the spanking Madame had administered just minutes before,