” she said rather coldly, “You may get your robe and leave now.”“I... yes, Ma'am” I replied. I admit, my feelings were a bit hurt by her cha...ge of attitude.I picked up my robe, put it on and started towards the door.“Girl...” she said, not even looking up at me, “Tell your master that you have pleased me. Tell him that I agree to the alliance.”“I will tell him, Ma'am.” I replied, opening the door to leave.“And girl...” she said, looking up at me, “Thank you.”“You're welcome, Ma'am!” I replied. She looked down upon the fire with pride and disdain, leaving her full breasts and the patch of curling hair between her legs unguarded for all to see. In all her memory… Chastity could not imagine having seen so much of her own mother on display. Skirts or dresses which reached to the floor and gave no hint of the sinful shapes beneath had always been the example set. But that had been before she had met him. The man who demanded to be known only as ‘Father’. The man who mother now clung to. The sex was versatile and great and she hadn’t been on hormones for a long time.She had this routine for tucking her jewels when she was dressed up that I thought was so odd but I really liked her and just accepted it as part of living as a transgender. She had a thin elastic band that she wore around her waist under her panties that had a shorter piece of rubber tubing kinda like the stuff the doctor wraps around your arm when drawing blood. She would ‘tie’ one end of the tubing around her. Our dear Vellen enjoyed the mystery so much so that one could find him claiming he was around in ages of ancient Greece; he certainly enjoyed the telling the tales of his conquests and submission to figures of legend, though eluding to having shared a silk bed with the likes of Achilles is a bit far fetched.Prince Vellen confirmed himself to be the son of a buried kingdom, admitting to his former human frailty and that it was well known amongst his peers of the age. These peers had looked down.