Real Victorian CFNM Tea Parties - Life Imitating Art

The following adaptation of the tea party scene from "Alice's Adventure in Wonderland" may seem like pure fantasy; however, the characters are based on people this author knows that have conducted Victorian tea parties that thematically follow to the original book. How these characters in this fictional tale torment the Mad Hatter truly does represent what actually occurs from time to time to some of the hapless men that attend certain CFNM tea parties.  So to build a foundation to connect fantasy with reality, the following are some facts about actual CFNM tea parties that are occurring around the world.

The first orchestrated parties that followed a strict clothed-female/naked male ("CFNM") protocol, although not using that acronym, occurred in 1991 by four famous female authors in the San Francisco Bay Area with their Naked Slaveboy Tea Parties. Only women were invited to attend, and in high Victorian Era fashion, ladies would dress in comely attire and discuss literature and world events while enjoying tea, pastries and scones.  All tea service, however, was provided by unpaid male volunteers who were servers, waiters and butlers for the ladies.   The men wore bow ties, gloves, socks and polished shoes, but otherwise - all the men were completely nude from their ankles to their necks with their  genitals and naked derrieres on full prominent display for the ladies at all times the men provided their services. This tea party was so successful that it was written about in a number of articles and books authored by the female hostesses, which resulted in more such parties being hosted by various other women.   The CFNM tea party concept has since grown in popularity among women to where today ladies around the world are hosting them.   In fact, in a similar vein there are now several international companies such as Butlers in the Buff and Buff Naked Butlers that supply nude male servers and butlers to groups of women for their bachelorette or "hen" parties. We discuss this variant of CFNM parties in greater detail within our CFNM Parties & Events Resources page.

The CFNM (or rather, "CFnm") tea party group with the longest history is the Northern California Ladies' Tea and Discussion Society. Run by "Ms. Domina", the Society's website offers advice and guidance, and, a manual that can be purchased online. On her website, Ms. Domina states:

"Women gather and socialize as they might anywhere. The only difference is males are subservient and naked providing service to the guests according to strict protocol and in a rigidly defined structure."

But even within the "tea party" variation of CFNM parties, the protocol varies considerably between them insofar as the focus and expectations of the nude men providing service. In general, for most of these CFnm tea parties the men are expected to, as Ms. Domina states, "be completely discreet, unobtrusive, and skilled in waiting on the ladies".  This includes never drawing attention to themselves and speaking only when spoken to, the men are not humiliated or punished as part of the activities, and if one of the nude servers gets an erection, it is generally ignored.  But a few others go significantly beyond this in that the women engage in harder domination play wherein the nude men, who generally are masochists, are subjected to humiliation and harsh punishment to satiate the sadistic appetites of the ladies who attend.  Indeed, the torments our dear Mad Hatter is put through in our fictional story pale in comparison to some of the severe S&M activities that this author has learned occurs at some of the CFnm tea parties.

However, regardless of the variance between the level of BDSM play at these tea parties, virtually all share certain protocol.  First, they all have a strict adherence to clothed-female/naked-male (CFNM) dress protocol.  From the moment the tea party commences, the men are required to remain completely naked with their uncovered genitals and derrieres prominently displayed at all times; however, there is never any female nudity whatsoever and all men attending know in advance they will never have the opportunity to view any of the ladies in any state of undress before, during or after the party.  Second, sex between genders is never allowed (although it should be noted that at some parties, provided the ladies desire it and in their sole discretion, they may require the men to self pleasure themselves as the ladies watch for their own amusement.)   Third, the women are always in an elevated position of power over the men setting the protocol and agenda for the party as well as the rules, of which all men must comply.   And forth, the men are expected to serve the ladies obediently in whatever manner required by the ladies.  In addition, men violating the rules are typically punished in some fashion, which may be anything from simply being scolded or ejected from the party, or, for those into more harsher BDSM protocol, to being openly humiliated and/or physically punished in whatever manner the ladies decide pleases them the most.

Thus, given the significance of Victorian tea parties in the early days of CFNM erotica, we felt a foundational fairy tale tying to a different version of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland was needed.  The following story attempts to fill that void for a needed background tying CFnm Victorian tea parties from a fantasy world to those actually occurring today. Like other adaptations, such as the X-rated Alice in Wonderland Musical Comedy, ours does not feature any minors, but instead, just a crazy fantasy world wherein folks are quite mad, and do strange things without reason.

Note: All digital art illustrations below are works of the site owner, Brad Thompson, who owns the copyright for the work.

 

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A Very Mad Tea Party

Preface: Scene & Characters   

 Scene

In Chapter VII of the original "Alice's Adventure in Wonderland", Alice attends a tea party being hosted by the Mad Hatter in the Victorian style prevalent at the time the book was published in 1865.  Interestingly, when he first meets her he offers her wine and she accepts, which by today's standards would be deemed highly unacceptable.   

Characters

Alice:  As with Alice in the original story, our Alice is equally innocent and naive and very inexperienced in the ways of the adult world.  But unlike the original, our Alice is not a child but a young lady experiencing eroticism for the first time at this quite odd tea party.

The Mad Hatter:   Our Hatter lives by himself in the woods where his entire world centers around the making of hats, which he believes to be the most noble of all professions.  He is presumptuous and arrogant and lacks the social graces one would expect from a host of a Victorian tea party.   He is a bit delusional and has lost all connection with how to act properly in the company of ladies, which was typical of hatters in the 19th century due to mercury poisoning from curing hat felt.   Although he is initially perceived to be elderly, certain aspects of him creates uncertainty with Alice, and it's not just his immature behavior.

Marsha the Hare:  The original story featured the "March Hare", which was based upon a comment people made in that era about others acting erratically, "She's as wild as a March hare".   March is the mating season for hares and they generally act frenetically during that month, hence the saying.  A take-off from the original character, "Marsha The Hare" clearly has an agitated demeanor - particularly given her adversarial history with the Hatter who's arrogance and criticism of her has made her desirous of evening the score with him.  Her agitation is relieved as her sadistic desires about him are satiated, and she is completely unafraid of revealing to others this sadistic side of her.

The Queen:  As in the original story, our Queen is domineering with a fetish towards sadism.  She delights in humiliating and inflicting pain on men, particularly in front of others as it confirms to all present of her power and authority.   She is an avid believer in female superiority, and takes every opportunity to establish it.

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And our story begins...

When Alice, Marsha the Hare and the Queen arrived at the tea party, the Mad Hatter was already sitting at a table set out under a tree. Looking directly at Alice, the Hatter said in an encouraging tone, "Can I pour you a glass of wine my dear?"

"Yes, that would be nice," Alice replied.   She looked all around the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. "I don't see any wine," she remarked.

"There isn't any," the Hatter replied.

"Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it," said Marsha the Hare angrily.

"It wasn't very civil of you to have asked in the first place.  Really Marsha the Hare, you can be QUITE rude sometimes!" replied the Hatter.  The three ladies were so taken aback by his bizarre retort that they just looked at each other as the Hare shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Then tea it is!" Shouted the Queen. The three ladies then sat at the table and began pouring themselves some tea.

Alice was already feeling uneasy about the Hatter.  He was not only very odd, but insulting too.  

 

The Hare turned to Alice and said, "I'm not sure this will be a fun party with such boorish commentary  from the Hatter. He really is quite mad you know. Besides, I have very little time and so much to do. I can't stay long, so I suggest we drink up quickly!"

The Hatter then chastised the Hare, "Your problem Marsha the Hare is that you are very poor at managing time.  If you were more clever about it, you would not have to always be recklessly rushing about!"

"You are wrong you old fool!  I am indeed clever.  How am I not?" queried the Hare.

"Well firstly, you dillydally on useless things such as gathering daffodils and talking to birds. Secondly, you are aimless and unfocused. It is your business if that is how you are, but when it wastes other people's time you can be quite the nuisance!" replied the Hatter.

 

Marsha the Hare was was getting irritate. She demanded, "Well if YOU are so clever, tell us YOUR  little tricks to save time.  Perhaps you are not as clever as you think!"

The Hatter responded in a condescending tone, "Well, by way of example, I knew I would be having tea with you today. Realizing her Majesty would be with you, I dressed appropriately with my finest waistcoat and jacket. However, since I knew I would be sitting the entire time so I saw little reason in putting on my pants.   I therefore left them off saving me exactly one minute and twelve seconds."

"What?" asked Alice in a surprised voice. "You...you...you mean you are not wearing your pants?"

"Of course not my dear," he replied, "I am the quintessential example of how to be efficient, certainly you've heard how everyone admires me for this.  It is why I was here ready for tea well before your late arrived."

"But what about your undergarments?" Alice asked.  "Don't they take as much time too?"

"My dear, you aren't listening!  Please tell me you are not as daft as the Hare." he responded, "Of course I don't put on my undergarments.   The fair weather we are having does not warrant it.  I saved an additional 54 seconds by not doing something so useless." 

The three ladies couldn't believe their ears.  This was truly strange, even for the queer ways of folk of Wonderland.  The Queen was the first to speak, "Mr. Hatter,  we simply don't believe you.  Do stand and PROVE to us this is all true."

The Hare jumped in immediately, "Yes, yes, yes!  I want to see, I want to see!"

The Hatter smiled anticipating how he was about to impress his guests with his cleverness.

 

"Well if my Queen requires, I shall certainly comply," said the Hatter with a smile.  He then stood and presented his lower half to the ladies.   All three gasped at what they saw.    He hadn't lied!   He was completely totally stark naked from his waistcoat down to his feet!  As he stood, the ladies' eyes all gravitated down to see his genitalia now on prominent display to them.

"It's true!" exclaimed Marsha the Hare as she burst into laughter pointing directly at the Hatter's manhood, "And look at that - you also left off your undergarments, you ARE mad, you are absolutely BONKERS!"

"Of course I left them off you dolt!" responded the Hatter as he proudly stood there with what he thought was a demonstration of his inventive and brilliant management of time, "Are you dense? Don't you get it? I saved a lot of time today thus proving how much smarter I am than you!"

Still laughing, Marsha the Hare responded "Smarter? Haha, no, I don't think so!  It only proves you are far more of a foolish imbecile than everyone says about you!"

The Queen was also amused by the Hatter's very unorthodox idea about dressing. "Well you certainly have made a spectacle of yourself, Mr. Hatter, haven't you?"

Alice covered her mouth in astonishment. This was truly the most bizarre thing she had witnessed since coming down the rabbit hole, and she didn't know how to take it.

 

As the Hatter stood their proudly presenting his lower half, the three ladies were quite enjoying his madness, but all at his expense.  The Queen had him remain standing as they discussed his clothes, or rather lack thereof.  The presence of two strong-willed females with Alice who were clearly enjoying what the Hatter was revealing to them was as though she was being invited to also enjoy what she was witnessing.

And Alice was glad she had not yet been brought into the conversation as it allowed her to quietly sit there and take it all in visually without interruption. Young ladies of her age during that era, especially one that had such a cloistered upbringing as Alice, were never afforded the opportunity to see those parts of a man, which were always kept concealed unless displayed at an art gallery and even then it was a meager representation.   But she felt conflicted.  On the one hand she knew her mother would never approve of her not averting her eyes but instead staring directly at this grown man's genitals right dangling in front of her.  On the other hand, the joyful banter of the other ladies put her at ease removing a large measure of that guilt.  What was she to do?

As the two ladies conversed with the Hatter, Alice continued to remain quiet as she decided to follow her urges and study the Hatter's shapely legs and more private parts. She was perplexed because although his hair and face gave him the appearance of being quite elderly, his legs seemed far more youthful and shapely. Even his genitals did not appear to be wrinkled and low-hanging as she had once witnessed by accident upon seeing her elderly grandfather as he was bathing, which was the only time in her life she had seen male genitalia. Perhaps it was due to the Hatter living in the woods and walking daily, or perhaps it was just part of the bizarre affliction that kept him immature mentally and had manifested him physically as well. But whatever the reason, she was pleased by the fetching presentation of it all.

 

With the more youthful appearance of his manhood, she observed how the skin on his robust scrotum was smooth, and for the first time she was able to view a circumcised penis. She observed the thickness of his penis shaft and how it was punctuated at the end by a well formed glans that was accentuated at the very tip by his clearly visible penis hole.   And she was amused noting how he rambled on in an animated way his his penis and testicles would bob about.  But then she noticed something peculiar.   Not only was his penis bobbing up and down, she saw it also begin to twitch and throb and was clearing inflating right before her very eyes.   Was this the condition that her mother told her about that happens to men when their thoughts are impure, or was it just the Hatter's unwarranted excitement in erroneously thinking he was impressing everyone with his cleverness?  Regardless, Wonderland was indeed a very strange place, but it certainly had some amusing twists, and this was one of them.

The Queen then said, "Although I'm quite sure you constantly hear this Mr. Hatter, you are making absolutely no sense whatsoever.  If it saves you so much time leaving your pants off, then why dress at all?  Why not just walk about as naked as Adam before the fall?  Wouldn't that save you even more time?"

To that the Hatter responded, "Well your Majesty, that would not be proper, now would it?  After all, I am in the presence of your Highness as well as this lovely young lady Alice, and to sport about showing my bare chest and arms would be not only be indecent, but embarrassing to both me and all of you!"

"Nonsense!" said the Queen as she pointed directly at his genitals. "Look there, that's it, right there!  Do you see that?  You are quite proud to reveal to us your knob and your bollocks hanging below it as well as your bare back-side, yet you would be embarrassed about our seeing your chest and nipples, which men routinely reveal to the world when working in the fields? Is this what you are telling us?"

"Of course your Majesty, I am a GENTLEMAN!  I only dress appropriately around ladies of your high standing!".

 

The ladies quietly watched the Hatter as he stripped off his remaining clothes.  As he bent over to place his clothes on the large rock, his backside was facing the ladies.   Alice observed his naked derrière, and again noted how surprisingly youthful and firm it was.   Indeed, all of the ladies were enjoying this view of the Hatter.

Marsha the Hare noticed Alice looking at the Hatter's backside with interest so as he bent over with his legs spread wide she laughed and leaned over saying to Alice, "Alice, look between his legs - you can see the backside of his balls, isn't that funny?"

Alice's inexperience and youth became clear. "Oh, his...what...balls?"

The Queen chuckled, "Yes my dear, that is an indelicate term for them used by the lower class. Marsha the Hare is referring to that part of Mr. Hatter that concerns his reproduction, his 'testicles'. You can clearly see them dangling there between his legs.  See...do you see them?"

Alice responded, "Why yes! Yes I do. Thank you your Majesty for educating me on the terminology of a man's...balls."

"My pleasure my dear", the Queen responded. "In fact, if you like I will have him present himself to you more closely so you can examine them up-close. It was how I learned when I was a princess."

"Oh, did you also accidentally see your grandfather in the bath?"

The Queen burst into laughter, "Hahaha, no, no! When I was younger and curious about the anatomy of men, with my chambermaids as my side I would instruct our male servants to stand before us.  I would then have them remove their pants and undergarments just as the Hatter has and present themselves to us.  It would allow us to closely inspect those parts that differentiate man from woman.  In fact, at one time or another I had every male servant, both the adult men and the younger boys, present themselves to me in such a way such that I could observe how men vary physically down there.  Sometimes the men would become aroused, which was an added delight for us as I would then have the men demonstrate how they relieve their pent-up sexual desires when they do not have a woman for such purposes. It was very entertaining for us young ladies as well as educational."

"But wouldn't your mother have been furious if she learned you were requiring your man servants to conduct themselves as such?" Alice asked.

"Oh heavens no!", replied the Queen. "My mother was the one that taught me and my sisters how to use our man servants for such education.  In fact, she was the first one to order a servant to remove his trousers and reveal his secrets to us.   He was a young muscular field hand and I know my mother enjoyed it as much as us girls.   And she encouraged us to continue doing it and was delighted when she leaned we were able to further our education independent of her assisting us.  When she would walk into my chambers unexpectedly and see us girls gathering around a servant naked from his waist down, she would laugh and commend us on pursuing out own education."

Alice then asked, "But didn't your man servants object? I would think they would not like being put in such a humiliating situation."

The Queen's voice grew stern,  "Alice.  I was the Princess in line for the Crown!  ALL my servants viewed serving whatever needs I had as their sacred duty.   If they refused, they would not only be stripped naked in front of me thereby reaching the same end, but flogged in such a state as I watched.   In fact, I sometimes would have preferred that happening.   But in most cases, my man servants obeyed me dutifully and always thanked me for those opportunities I gave them to serve me, and well they should have as it was an honor to them!" 

Alice suggested how wonderful it would have been had she had the same opportunity growing up. "Yes" laughed the Queen. "I enjoyed being with my chambermaids during such times, we had so much fun!  We told stories and joked about the secrets hidden in the trousers of our various male servants.  It was, of course, awkward for the male servants when they were required to work with the same female servants that had the opportunity to view them alongside of me.   But in my Court, the interest and needs of women always supersede that of men, and that goes for my chambermaids as well.  So for the male servants that felt a bit humiliated, well too bad for them, hahaha!"

Marsha the Hare chimed in "Oh my, oh my, how fun it must have been to be one of your chambermaids your Highness...haha!"

The Hatter was of course hearing every word of this conversation. However, he was more concerned about his hat getting soiled than he was about the ladies joking and making remarks about his anatomy.

 

The Hatter then stood and turned facing the Queen wondering whether she had any other instructions. 

Marsha the Hare did not miss the opportunity to suggest the next task for him. "Your Majesty, we have no server or waiter to provide us proper tea service.   May I suggest that since the Hatter's unreasonable logic upset the decorum of our tea party, perhaps he might display the same level of honor and gratitude your other servants have for you and serve us our tea today?"

"Why you have the best ideas Marsha the Hatter!" shouted the Queen. "Yes, indeed, that would be both enjoyable and proper. Mr. Hatter, you will not be taking your seat again. Instead, you are to serve us tea and fetch whatever desserts we may require.  And Marsha the Hare, please take Mr. Hatter's seat by my side as he will no longer be needing it, and you have certainly earned HIS position at this table."

The Hatter did not like this at all. He was immensely upset that not only had the Queen taken from him his chair at the head of the table, but had allowed Marsha the Hare to sit in it next to her complimenting the Hare in the process.  He was effectively being demoted in stature to that of their servant, but he knew no one was allowed to argue with the Queen. The best thing for him was to oblige her and obey dutifully any order she gave him, even if it was in truth coming from suggestions of his nemesis, Marsha the Hare.  The Hare kept smiling at him smugly gloating in her success and making sure he knew it.  He concluded he would just have to endure her humiliation of him as he had no other option.   And  Marsha knew he had no other choice, which made her victory all the more sweet and satisfying.

 

So regardless of how he felt about it, the Hatter was now relegated to being just a server at the tea party.   During part of the conversation, he attempted to interject with an opinion, but the Queen quieted him immediately.

"Mr. Hatter!" she shouted him, "I have tried to make this as clear as possible such that even someone as dense as you could understand it. You are to be the servant for our tea party.  That means you must not only provide polite and diligent service, but to also not speak or give opinions unless asked.   Do you want to make me angry?"

The Hatter quickly replied, "No your Highness, please do not get angry with me! I will provide you the kind of service her Majesty most deserves!", to which the Queen smiled pompously as she did whenever she felt total domination over someone.  Marsha the Hare again smiled smugly.

Soon the Hatter was demonstrating just how well he was complying with the Queen's instructions giving all of the guests the prompt and attentive service they deserved.    But despite his dejected spirit, he was actually enjoying providing tea service to Alice.   She was very young and beautiful, and he found his naked servitude to her was stirring up feelings within him.   And as he stood to her side, he realized these feelings were manifesting themselves on him physically, which he attempted to hide by turning his back to the Queen.   But the Hare was perceptive and noticed his arousal and awkward predicament, and decided to have some fun with it.

Marsha the Hare then made another suggestion. "Your Highness, should we have the Hatter sing us a song too?"   She said this realizing how much the Hatter hated singing, and particularly did not like to hear his own voice.  For the Hare, having him stand there naked in full subservience while having to sing would be icing on the cake.

The Queen responded, "And yet another excellent idea Marsha the Hare!  Yes, yes. Mr. Hatter, sing us a song.  In fact, sing one to our delightful guest, Alice.  Something, oh, I don't know, how about something about tea just for her!"

The Hatter was now furious. Marsha the Hare had not only bested him and humiliated him, she was now sadistically reveling in his abject degradation. But there was nothing he could do except obey the Queen.    But in his strange weird way of thinking, an idea came to him as to how he could get even with all of them.  As his appendage continued to swell, which was now being noticed by all present, he began his song:

"I'm a little tea pot short and stout, here is my handle..."  followed by the Hatter putting his fist on his hip making his arm out like a handle.

 

He then followed by, "Here is my SPOUT!" at which time he thrust his pelvis out prominently presenting his hard erect cock to the shocked Alice and the other ladies.  The Hatter then laughed loudly thinking how his perverting this innocent children's song into a bawdy trick would win him back the respect and admiration of the ladies through their laughter.   In his warped mind, he thought this gesture had turned the tables making all three ladies finally recognize how clever he was, and thus bringing his pride back.  But his antics absolutely backfired on him.

Although the Hatter certainly had drawn immediate and full attention to his aroused appendage as he anticipated, none of the ladies nor the Queen were laughing and applauding his cleverness as he had planned.  Instead, the Queen gasped and was appalled by such an impolite and indecent presentation of the genitals of a servant in such a way.  For her such tomfoolery would have only been permissible at her instruction, which she would never have given.  This was a rogue act by this undisciplined and disrespectful servant, and she was furious.

As stood there with his manhood thrust and a big smile on her face, her fury was obvious to the Hare, who looked on in with a wide open mouth excited with anticipation to see what the Queen would to do him for it.   She burst into laughter exclaiming, "Well Mr. Hatter, you're really going to get it now!"

But it was even more shocking to Alice, who gasped as she looked onto his aroused cock.  Not only had never seen an erect penis before, but the Hatter was presenting it up-close just a few inches in front of her eyes!

 

The Queen shooted, "YOU BUFFOON!" then reached down with the quickness of a viper and firmly grabbed his testicles and started squeezing them as hard as she could. The Hatter shrieked in agony while the Queen held tightly his scrotum in the palm of her hand with her fingers forcefully digging into to that most-tender part of a man's body.  As he yelled and squirmed to escape, the Queen held on even tighter making his agony all the worse.

Marsha the Hare was absolutely jubilant by it all.  She laughed loudly pointing at his tightly held testicles. "Hahaha - Mr. Hatter is sure getting what he deserves! Dance Mr. Hatter, dance...hahaha!."

The Queen seemed to enjoy the cheering from the Hare and used her tight grip to keep Hatter squirming about for the Hare's amusement.   When she saw Alice looking on confused and with wide eyes, she spoke to her. "You see my dear Alice, I learned long ago from my male servants just how sensitive men's testicles are, which makes them vulnerable to ladies bold enough to use them against the men.   When people say a woman 'has him by the balls', it means she has him in a totally compromising way that he cannot escape.  But it is usually just a metaphor for defeating a man in the most ultimate way.   As you can now see, this is literally how a woman can fully control any man and is where that saying originates. 

The Queen continued, "This technique has always been my favorite way for disciplining a man.  Men hold view their testicles to be that which defines the manliness, their bravado.  If someone says about a man, 'He's got balls', they are complimenting him on his fortitude as a man.  So when a woman can use that same part of a man to defeat him, it is a poetic and beautiful way for the female to defeat the male in the most humiliating way while proving her superiority.   Do you see how I now have Mr. Hatter completely under my control as he dances about in pain -- do you see how I have used his vulnerability men have to put him completely at my mercy?"

Alice responded. "Why most certainly your Majesty!  This is all so very interesting.  Thank you again your Majesty for educating me about men and their bodies...I'm sure this will be most handy for me someday!"

The Queen smiled warmly at Alice, "You are welcome dear, and I'm sure it will."

Marsha the Hare expressed her enthusiastic approval of the Hatter's unfortunate situation, "Her Majesty has got 'em by his balls! Look at him squirm now!"  And squirm he did.

 

As Alice admired her for this highly effective technique for disciplining the Hatter, she saw something in the Queen's face she had never seen before. The Queen's expression was one of both anger and joy at the same time.  Her eyes showed intense fury while her wide smile revealed a certain ecstasy in her being able to deliver to the Hatter's such pain and humiliation.    It was as though her unyielding absolute control over everything he was made her euphoric with such dominance.   Alice was seeing for the first time true unharnessed sadism, and it confirmed to her that the Queen was every bit as mad as the Hatter. 

And when observing the fire in Marsha the Hare's eyes, she realized that she too was extremely gratified watching the Queen mercilessly squeeze the Hatter's balls.  It confirmed to Alice that the sadistic Hare was equally mad as well.

But most troubling to Alice was how she felt about watching the Queen punish the Hatter so. Rather than feeling sympathy, she too felt deep inside her an enjoyment of watching the Queen deal with his insolence in such a perfectly befitting way.    Although she tried to subdue these feelings, it was like holding down the lid on a boiling pot wherein the fiery contents was too forceful to be subdued.   She was experiencing for the first time how sadism can bring pleasure, and she simply did not know how to deal with this newly discovered side of herself.   It reminded her of a most disturbing conversation she had just had with Cheshire the Cat:

       The Cat had said to Alice, "We're all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."

       "How do you know I’m mad?" asked Alice.

       "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here."

So Alice now wondered, does her enjoying the indignation the Queen was putting Hatter through make her just as mad as the others?  She tried to suppress the thought, but both the Queen and the Hare saw a smile force its way to her face, and they knew that answer. 

After she had satiated her sadistic appetite for the moment, the Queen released the Hatter's aching testicles.  She had thoroughly stripped him of the last vestiges of his dignity in front of the other two ladies.   His face reflected his dejection as he wondered how he had become so ultimately defeated so quickly.  He had to embrace a frightening thought - that he was indeed inferior to these ladies!  Seeing his puzzled look, the Queen explained it to him.

"Mr. Hatter, as your Queen I was forced to make you realize your true station, and that is as one of my subjects dedicated to my happiness and well being.   And to that end, I expect your dedication towards such service to also be extended to the other two ladies here, Alice and Marsha the Hare.  Your prompt service coupled with your sincere effort to service us to the best of your abilities is expected at all times.  And you need to understand your sole reward for this is your knowledge you have brought us pleasure, and nothing more.  I also expect you to appreciate my granting the ability to provide us such service and to please us is truly an honor to you.  Do you understand?"

The Hatter was finally understanding what was expected of him and spoke meekly but clearly to assure no ambiguity. "Yes your Highness, it is an honor to serve you in whatever manner you or your two guests desire."

"Good!" the Queen exclaimed. "I see my disciplining of you has worked wonderfully.  Now continue with the tea service. Do so properly and neatly, and do not spill a drop on this fine tablecloth.   Also, see to any requests Marsha the Hare or Alice may have of you.  And again, you are not to speak unless given permission, do you understand?"

The Hatter responded, "Yes, my Queen" and proceeded to do as he was told. He circled the table delicately pouring the tea so as to not spill any, and served the ladies slices of cake and pastries when asked.  He did not speak and after providing each service, he stood there quietly facing the ladies waiting for his next instructions. 

 

However, he could not overcome his attraction to the gorgeous young Alice, which began to compromise his ability to avoid bringing attention to himself as the Queen had instructed of him.   Every time she requested service from him, he eagerly attended her needs trying very hard to please her while not allowing his lower appendage to evidence how he felt about her.   But even with his attempts to conceal it, he could not fully control it and it would throb and stiffen whenever she talked to him or when he was close to her such as leaning over her to pour her another cup of tea.   Despite her inexperience with men, Alice observed the fluctuations in his penis whenever her attention was on him, and she instinctively knew how much he was attracted to her. 

But with this, the same feelings she had felt when watching the Queen dominate the Hatter were now once again welling up within her.   She decided to tease the Hatter with a bit of flirtation and soft giggles that women learn at an early age to manipulate the opposite gender.   He was quickly succumbing to her charms as she knew he would.

Neither the Queen nor the Hare were blind to the Hatter's attraction to Alice and recognized the game she was playing on him.  She was like one of the sirens of Ancient Greek mythology luring a sailor to catastrophe on the rocks of the shore, all while using her beauty and feminine charm as a weapon.   But neither the Queen nor the Hare were jealous of Alice and her power over the Hatter.  On the contrary, they were quite amused and watched the exchange to see how Alice would use it to her advantage.

 

As she asked him to refill her tea, he bent over and began to pour her another cup.  But rather than paying attention to what he was doing, his eyes lustfully gravitated to her cleavage and the beautiful skin of her chest and thought about the delights concealed under that dress he could only dream about.   But this mindless act caused him to lose concentration and he clumsily toppled Alice's tea cup spilling tea all over the table as well as Alice's nice, clean dress.    Alice was surprised, and acting in a way she thought the Queen might expect of upper class ladies that received such unworthy service, she feigned indignation of it with a gasp.

"Oh no, look what you've done to my dress!" Alice exclaimed.

"I...I...I am so sorry!  Here, let me clean it for you..." replied the Hatter.  He then picked up a napkin and began to blot up the wet spots on Alice's bosom unaware of the inappropriateness of such touching.

The Queen's eyes were wide with fury.   Marsha the Hare once again became excited with anticipation as to what the Hatter's next form of punishment might be, and she began to plot about how she might be able partake in it.

 

"My WORD Mr. Hatter...you are such an imbecile!!",  The Queen yelled, "Can't you do ANYTHING right?!  It is a simple task, but not only have you poured tea on our dear young guest's pretty dress, you also groped her in the process in a highly inappropriate manner! This will not do!  This will NOT do at ALL!"

The Queen was frozen with anger.  She perceived the Hatter's blunder as being disrespectful to her instructions and warnings and took it personally.   It was clear her disciplining of him earlier was insufficient enough.  Her brief moment of indecision as to what to do next gave the Hare the opportunity for which she had been waiting.   She said, "Oh my your Highness, this is SO awful.   If I may suggest...it is obvious his punishment MUST be more severe this time...something that will have more permanent results?"

"ABSOLUTELY!  Once again Marsha the Hare, you are spot on.  So what do you suggest his punishment be?" replied the Queen.

"Well your Majesty, I believe a good hard butt whipping be in order." Said the Hare.  The Hatter was growing frightened of the Hare now being able to intercede to directly mete out his disciplining.

"Hmmmm...." the Queen was pondering.  "Good idea Marsha the Hare, well on you!  Yes, yes...a good whipping is in order.   How do you think that should proceed Marsha the Hare?" 

The Hare had been eyeing a walking cane leaning against a tree.  See that walking cane there? " she said to the Queen.  "I think that would be well suited  for our needs."

The Queen was pleased with the Hare's solution.   "And who shall administer his punishment?" queried the Queen.

The Hare responded, "Well your Majesty, given he has not responded well to your previous disciplining, so I fear such lashings should be delivered with the intensity and pain commensurate to his violation of our dear Alice.   Of course, if you desire to do it, then by all means you should have the pleasure.   But I would not want your Highness to sweat over such toil as you are far above that.   For that reason, I would like to volunteer to do it on your behalf.   You see, I spend much of my day running about and am in prime physical condition.  If it is your wish, I will endeavor to give him such a good butt whipping on your behalf that he will surely learn to respect your instructions and obey them to the letter while also learning the importance of paying proper respect to all of us ladies."

The Queen responded, "Yes, yes Marsha the Hare.  I am pleased you have volunteered to render this service for me and will happily assign you the task.   Please honor me by giving Mr. Hatter a butt whipping he will never forget!  She turned to the Hatter and said,  Mr. Hatter, take Alice's chair to the clearing behind us as it will give Marsha the Hare as much room as possible to swing the cane.  You are to then stand facing it while grabbing the chair's arm and prominently present her your buttocks for her to whip."

With a look of dread in his eyes, in a quivering he responded, "Ye...ye...yes your highness."

 

The Hare then asked the Queen, "Your Highness, how many lashings should I give him?" 

"Marsha the Hare," the Queen responded, "You have proven yourself wise today.  So I have complete trust in your decision.  Please strike him as many times and as hard as it pleases you, but I caution you not to deliver too few strikes as he doesn't learn well .  I trust you will lash him in such numbers and with such intensity and passion that such propensity for transgressions will be whipped right out of him for good!"

Marsha the Hare she shivered with delight upon hearing this and said "It is truly my honor your Majesty!".   Her masterful planning and manipulation of the day's events proved she was indeed someone not to be trifled with.   At long last she would be extracting her complete and total revenge against the cantankerous sour fellow that had been disparaging her for years.   He was now completely naked and bent over with her wielding the instrument that would deliver him much pain and humiliation.   And the coup de grâce of it was that, by Queen's order, it was completely up to her as to how many times she could whip him and how harsh each lash was to be...and there was nothing he could do except to stand there and allow her to whip him as much as she wanted without ever complaining.    She had never felt so triumphant and powerful in her entire life.

 

The Hare stood there hovering the cane above the Hatter's buttocks slightly touching it to gauge where the first strike would be.   His body was rigidly tense with fear when it lightly brushed up against his arse.   The Queen and Alice stood there watching in anticipation.

The Hare pulled her arm back high over her head then delivered with all the force she could muster the first strike, "WHAP!!!"  The sharp crack echoed through the woods followed by a loud shriek from the Hatter.   The Hare gleefully giggled and the Queens eyes widened with a smile of approval as she watched.    Then another hard strike, "WHAP!!!".   The Hatter shrieked even louder, and the Hare's laughter increased as well.

Each lashing was delivered with greater intensity.  Both the Hare's and the Queen's eyes showed excitement with smiles evidencing their joy.  They watched closely as the skin on his naked buttocks would shiver violently after each hard whipping that was followed immediately by his still inflated penis and testicles shuttering then propagating to his legs and throughout the rest of his body.   When Alice felt the number of lashes the Hatter deserved had been met, she looked at the Hare but the Hare returned her look, smiles then shook her head.   She was having too much fun.  And the Queen also was enjoying it and wanted to see it continue.   Alice saw on their faces an almost maniacal euphoria as they looked at the Hatter's bare butt grown another deep red welt with each strike delivered, and smiled even more when they heard him begin to sob.    They were enraptured with with sadistic pleasure, but most troubling of all to Alice was that she felt the infectiousness of their joy, and she too was unable to repress the enjoyment of it or to prevent a smile from emerging on her face.  

The Hatter's beating continued until the Hare was out of breath.   When she looked at Alice and saw the smile on her face, another devious thought came to her.   She spoke, "Your Majesty, the Hatter's transgressions were actually against Alice, not me, so shouldn't also she be given the satisfaction of delivering some of the Hatter's punishment?"

"Yes, YES!  Another good idea Hare!" said the Queen who was equally pleased seeing the smile on Alice's face.  "Alice deserves to share in the enjoyment of the Hatter's whippings.   She certainly has earned it and should not be denied the pleasure!" 

 

Alice was at first taken aback by the suggestion as it was one thing enjoy watching it, but an entirely different level to participate in his whipping.  The bizarre events she had experienced during this very mad tea party had certainly been way outside the comfort zone she was so used to.  But given the enthusiasm in the Queen's voice at her taking over the lashings, she knew she had no choice.  Further , these new experiences were awakening desires she desperately wanted to explore.   Exacerbating this desire was the presence of the two women with her that were so enjoying it all.  Unlike the ladies of her previous world, these women were strong and decisive, and Alice admired these qualities in them.   These women, as opposed to the deferential and weak women she had traditionally known, were ones she wanted to emulate, and perhaps this was a way to attain such admirable qualities.  So she responded, "Thank you your Highness for this opportunity.  I accept, and will deliver his lashings that are I hope are worthy of your expectations!"

"Oh yes, I am SURE you will my dear,"   the Queen responded with smile.   The Hare was also extremely pleased by Alice embracing the opportunity to share in the Hatter's punishment as it was just one more trick she had connived for the Hatter.    His sexual desire for Alice was apparent by his constant doting over her, and his stiffening penis whenever he was next to her was seen by the Hatter confirming it all.  But instead of garnering Alice's affections, the Hare had turned the tables on him and now Alice was to share in the Hatter's humiliation and suffering, and it was now clear she would prefer that type of interaction with him as opposed to what he desperately wanted.   But in truth, the Hatter never had a chance for anything romantic with Alice.   Her flirtation with him was solely an experiment in manipulating him, which had come to a successful conclusion with her being able to reveal how she really felt about him through each lash of the cane.   None of this dynamic was missed by the Queen who was astute enough to see the Hare's plan come to full execution, and interestingly, she was immensely pleased with the Hare in how she was able to manipulate the situation to her favor.  Cunning manipulation was a quality the Queen admired given she grew up surrounded by it, so she was pleased to see the Hare so adept at it.

Alice finally let loose the inner demon that had been trying to surface and gave it its unrestrained full exposure and glory.  She lifted the cane high in the air and brought it down upon the Hatter's raw buttocks with as much power and ferocity she had in her, which was even more than what the Hare could deliver.   The Hatter again yelled, but this time it was a loud scream that echoed through the forest.   This time Alice did not try to quash that unsettling feeling of joy upon hearing his yell, but instead laughed loudly with joy, and the Queen and Hare laughed with her knowing she was now one of them, an empowered lady that had no reservations in exploring her sadism with pride.   She repeated lashing him until she too was out of breath and that inner demon was finally satisfied and slowly subsided her grip on Alice.   Looking at his bare arse now glowing crimson red, she handed the cane back to the Hare and said to the Hatter, "There now, I think we've done our job well.  Mr. Hatter, have you learned your lesson, will you now respect me and give me the obedience I deserve?"

In a shaky voice he replied "Yes madam, indeed so! I will!  Please let me return to my service to prove it to you all", and the Queen nodded with approval.

 

Upon returning to the table, Alice observed something peculiar about the Hatter she had not expected.  His face showed a man dispirited and in pain, but when she looked at his penis, she saw that rather than being flaccid as she would expect after such a whipping, it was now more firmly erect than she had ever seen it.  She did not draw attention to it, but as he discharged his duties with the utmost care, it continued to be erect and bobbed about always pointing straight upward.   Her curiosity finally forced her to ask the burning question. 

"Your Highness, I believe I need more education," Alice said, "May I ask you a delicate question?"

"Why certainly my child, you can ask me anything you want - you've earned it!  What is your question?" replied the Queen

"Well...hmm...I would think that Mr. Hatter would be rather, well, deflated after such a harsh butt whipping.  Yet when I look at his penis, it is completely stiff.   I thought men get erections when they are sexually aroused and happy.   This makes no sense, can you explain it to me?"

The Queen and the Hare looked at each other and began to laugh.   "Well, my dear," the Queen responded, "It seems Mr. Hatter has just revealed to us he is the type of man who actually gets sexually aroused by abuse of women superior to him.  His inferiority suits him so well that upon his realization of it, his enjoyment of the experience has manifested physically by, well, this..."  And the Queen then pointed directly to the Hatter's stiff cock.

The two smiling ladies looked at Alice as she pondered this.  "Oh....well it seems I still have a lot to learn."   Once again Alice's thoughts went to taking in just how mad, yet strangely wonderful Wonderland was.  Little did she know that the Queen was teaching her things that would apply equally to the real world she had just left behind.

"My dear, please know that I and Marsha the Hare are your friends.   We are really quite fond of you, and it gives us great pleasure to help you understand these things - particularly as it pertains to the men and the secrets they try to conceal from ladies."

"Thank you, thank both of you SO much!  I too am very fond of both of you and am so pleased you are my new friends!"  The Queen and Hare gave Alice a warm smile and both reached over grasping her hand in affection.

But as the Hatter stood next to Alice and the Queen, his sexual arousal reached a new level of intensity.  His pent-up urges resulted in an observable issue coming forth out of his penis hole.  The clear sticky ejaculate began to ooze and drip down stretching to where it was about to reach the table.  Although he was unaware of this issuance, it was not missed by Alice.

"Oh, your Majesty, look!" Alice exclaimed as she pointed at the tip of the Hatter's penis where the issue was occurring.   "What, what is this??"

"Oh no!"  The Queen exclaimed, "Mr. Hatter, DO control your urges - you are about to soil this fine tablecloth with your filthy man-fluids!  Hare, please hand me the Hatter's tea cup."    The Hare then handed the tea cup the Hatter had been drinking from and placed it under the Hatter's ejaculate right where it was about to reach the table. 

"Thank you for alerting me Alice! My word Mr. Hatter...as you can see Alice, Mr. Hatter's sexual arousal is becoming quite intense.   What you are witnessing is the very beginning of an ejaculation of his sperm, which is produced here in his testicles."  The Queen then touched the Hatter's testes with the tip of her index finger showing Alice from where the ejaculate was emitting.  "When men are so aroused, or 'horny' as the lower class calls it - right Marsha the Hare? - their penises issue a type of spittle in the same way a anxious filthy dog salivates when it is about to be fed."

"So, well...what is it that Mr. Hatter's penis is so anxious about?"  asked Alice.

Both the ladies laughed and the Queen responded, "Well, men's penises often have a mind of their own not connected to the larger when on top.  Mr. Hatter was clearly aroused by the whipping you and Hare gave him, and I'm quite sure his penis now expects an opportunity to have intercourse in its near future, even though his mind between his ears knows that could never happen."

"Hmmmm...but who does his penis expects to have...well, intercourse with?" asked Alice.

"Why YOU of course silly.  Haven't you noticed how it stands at such attention whenever it is in your presence?"

"Oh NO...NO NO NO! I would NEVER have anything to do with Mr. Hatter sexually, the thought of that is disgusting!  I would far prefer just giving him more whippings, yes, that is something I will gladly do.   But sex with him, how nauseating a thought!" 

"Of course it is my dear" the Queen replied, "We share your view on how disgusting it is to even think about Mr. Hatter and sex in the same thought.  But that is not his purpose to us.   His sole purpose is to serve and amuse us and nothing else, and to that end I think we all agree he is finally coming around to understanding that is his role, and I'm sure he'll fill that role with the duty and care we deserve."

"I concur," said the Hare.   "But we still have a problem.  The spittle of Mr. Hatter's 'little dog' is not going away and we won't get the service we deserve if he must stand holding his tea cup under it."

The Queen said  "Well, I guess we have an issue with Mr. Hatter's issue."  The Hare broke into laughter, "That is indeed a good one your Highness...'an issue with his issue'...hahaha!"  As the two ladies laughed, the confusion on Alice's face evidenced the joke was clearly above her head. 

The Queen then turned to the Hare and said, "Well madam, it seems we once again need your sage advice.   What solution do you propose."

The Hare stated, "Your Highness, there of course is no way the Hatter can eliminate his remaining ejaculate as men typically do with their wives.  So the only solution is for him to masturbate himself until he has fully emptied all his remaining sperm."

The Queen responded, "Why yes, once again you are correct Marsha the Hare."  She then turned and spoke to the Hatter, "Mr. Hatter, I want you to pick up your tea cup and masturbate into it.  Your are to continue to do so until you have fully relieved yourself of all your sperm.   And do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT spill a single drop on this pretty tablecloth - we will be closely watching your progress the entire time and will know if you miss your target.  Mind you, if you do not follow my rules, this time your punishment will be even harsher...perhaps I'll let Marsha the Hare give you a good hard kick into your bullocks as I'm sure she would enjoy it!"

"Yes!" Exclaimed the Hare.  "I would have so much fun kicking Mr. Hatter in his balls.  I honestly hopes he misses...hahaha!"  And of course, she absolutely would have relished that opportunity.   But the Queen wanted to keep their party free of the Hatter's muck, so she once again advised him to follow her instructions closely.

 

The Hatter replied "Yes your Highness, it is my honor to obey you.  I shalln't get a drop of my sperm on the tablecloth."  He then began to stroke his hard cock with one hand strategically holding the targeted tea cup with the other.    

Alice asked the Queen, "Your Majesty, I am again confused.  Why is the Hatter pulling on his penis in such a way?"

The Queen responded in the tone a mother explains such things to their daughters, "Well my dear, some men do not have a woman that they can couple with to procreate.   These men, though, still have strong sexual urges that must be satiated.   So they use their hands as if they were a woman, that is, they have sex with their own hand.  Their penises don't know the difference and complete their assigned task by ejaculating all of the pent-up sperm.  This is called 'masturbation'.  I learned of how men do this when I was your age, maybe even younger.   As I said previously, I would have my man servants drop their trousers and do it for me and my chambermaid's amusement.  And now I am so pleased I can once again enjoy having a servant do this, but this time it is with you my dear Alice."  The Queen then smiled affectionately at Alice patting her on her hand.

The Hare then chimed in, "Those I know in the village use other terms for it such as 'wanking' or 'jacking off'.  Mr. Hatter is such an odd duck, and until today, he had no real respect for women.  Because of that, it's safe to assume he has to wank himself off a lot, isn't that right Mr. Hatter?"

The Hatter just grunted, so the Queen asked him "Mr. Hatter, Marsha the Hare asked you a question and it is impolite not to answer her...she deserves an answer.  How often do you masturbate?"

Without missing a stroke, he responded "I masturbate at least once a day, sometimes as many as four times in a day!"

"Wow!" exclaimed the Hare laughing, "You ARE a horny old goat...haha!"  The Queen and Alice also laughed at her observation.

As he continued to masturbate, the ladies sat quietly as they closely watched his masturbation technique.  The Queen spoke to Alice, "This is one of those secrets men hide from us, so look closely and see how a man does this.  It's quite interesting."   Alice leaned a bit closer to where her head was almost hovering about the Hatter's erect cock.   She watched in amazement how his hand moved back and forth, up and down his hard shaft.  It was yet one more unexpected experience she was having during this accidental trip down the rabbit hole.   

 

The speed at which the Hatter was stroking himself began to increase, and the ladies heard moans starting to come from him.  The Hare exclaimed "Watch this Alice, watch closely, he is about to squirt it all out for you!"

No sooner had Hare said that that the Hatter began to ejaculate in great measure into the tea cup.  It spewed out with such force it surprised even the Hatter, who as we know was quite experienced in this activity.   As it shot out, it hit the lip on the cup causing the ejaculate to splash onto the plate and drip down the cup's side.   His efforts to avoid any sperm getting on the tablecloth or elsewhere, though, was successful, a bit to the chagrin of the Hare that was hoping she might experience one more way of tormenting the Hatter.

"Job well done Mr. Hatter!" exclaimed the Queen.   "We are proud of you, not a drop on the table."

Alice sat quietly watching the Hatter squeeze his penis as the last of the ejaculate dripped out of his penis hole.   She began contemplating the bizarreness of what she had just witnessed - a grown naked grown man masturbating to climax right in front of her eyes.  It was so new, so very different, so very educational, and, so very mad.   It certainly was an event she never would have experienced in the real world she had just left.  It was all so very odd, but she was growing accustomed to the constant madness all around her.   And interestingly, she was starting to like it.

The Hatter set the tea cup on the table.   The Queen looked at it sitting on the table near the cake platter and tea pot.  She spoke, "I am not sure your solution was as effective as I thought it would be Marsha the Hare.   Having Mr. Hatter's filth floating in his tea and on the saucer for us all to see, particularly when it is juxtaposed next to our cake and tea, is quite unappetizing." 

Alice looked at the Hatter's tea and could also view his sperm floating around in it as well as it still dripping down the side of the cup pooling onn the saucer.  The Queen agreed it was a problem, so the Hare once again had a solution, "Your Highness, the answer is simple.   Mr. Hatter should drink his tea and lick the cup and saucer as though they were lollypops.  It is the perfect solution - what better place for that glop that came out of him than for him to put it back inside of himself?"

"Hahaha, again Marsha the Hare, you impress us with your witty solutions!"   She then turned to the Hatter.  "Mr. Hatter, Marsha the Hare is again correct.  Your shall drink your tea, every last drop, then lick the cup and saucer like a lollypop until none of that muck remains either on the cup or in the saucer."

 

Alice was once again perplexed by the bizarre logic of the Hare and Queen.   Surely the Hatter could have walked 2o yards away from the table and discarded it all rather than having to ingest it.   The clever Hare of course knew this, but that wasn't her game.   She wanted to watch the Hatter drink his own filth and clean it with his tongue as yet one more opportunity to humiliate him.   And the Queen was probably also aware of the alternate solution, but no doubt thought it would add to the day's fun to see the Hatter clean the dishware in such an unorthodox way.

The Hatter responded, "Yes your Highness" and proceeded to comply with her orders.

As the Hatter sipped his tea the Hare said "Mr. Hatter, you should thank me.  My solution has provided you a new benefit - now you will never run out of cream for your tea!"  The Queen and Alice laughed at the Hare's clever joke as the Hatter kept drinking.

As he continued to finish his tea, Alice pointed at the tip of his still erect penis which she had been watching and said to the Queen, "But your Majesty, do you see that glop still oozing out?  It seems there still is a problem." 

You are quite right my dear," responded the Queen.   She then said to the Hatter, "Mr. Hatter, make sure your saucer catches every drip until it has completely discharged.  And then clean the tip of your penis as necessary."

"Yes your Highness," he responded dutifully complying.  The Hare watched with amusement as he used his finger tip to wipe the muck off of his penis head, then put the finger in his mouth to clean it.  

After he had cleaned everything, he put the used cup and saucer at the far end of the table for a proper cleaning later.  He resumed his duties of tea service, and with his sexual urges abated, his penis had finally become flaccid once again.   The afternoon progressed less eventful with cheerful conversation among the ladies. At one point Alice read poetry from one of the books on the table, and Marsha the Hare gave a report as to the on-goings within the Queen's realm.   

The Queen was most delighted and said to the Hare, "Marsha the Hare, you have proved yourself most worthy today. You have had the most clever ideas that have made our tea party more splendid than I anticipated.  In fact, I believe this has been the most delightful and enjoyable tea party I've attended in many years and in no small measure due to your advice on how to handle the shenanigans of Mr. Hatter, which not not only added to my fun, but resulted in our having one more dutiful man servant.   So, by decree, I hereby appoint you Lady of the Tea to be in charge of all afternoon teas from hence forward.  You and you alone shall set the rules and protocol for the various teas within my realm, and all in attendance must obey your wishes to the letter.   And this particularly  applies to you to Mr. Hatter.  From hence forward you are to obey everything Marsha the Hare tells you to do regardless of what it is or when it is, party or not, do you understand?"

"Uh, well...uh, yes your Highness, I...I...I am now to obey whatever it is Marsha the Hare requests of me at anytime."

Marsha the Hare could hardly believe what the Queen had just decreed.  Prior to that proclamation, the Hare was already immensely elated about the unfolding of events at the tea party.   But for the party to end with her becoming the Lady of the Tea and having complete charge over all tea parties and those that provide the services at them was beyond her wildest dreams.    And to top it off, the Queen declared that the Hatter was, in essence, to be a something akin to a personal slave to the Hare.   She was beside herself with joy and rightfully proud of herself that her conniving trickery was so successful. "Thank you your Majesty for such a prestigious honor! I will NOT let you down! Yes, yes, thank you...thank you!"

As the Hare finished her tea, the Hatter was immediately there pouring her another cup.  As he did, she peered down at his testicles and said, "Mind your manners and be careful with my tea Mr. Hatter, or I too will be forced to squeeze those bollocks of yours every bit as hard as her Majesty!"  

"Yes ma'am!" he replied and was extremely careful just as instructed knowing the Hare would not hesitate.

The Queen smiled hearing the Hare warn the Hatter in such a way proving to the Queen she had appointed the right person for the job.   The Hare smiled too, and quite smugly at the Hatter letting him know she was gloating of her victory over him.   She was now free to say and do such things to the Hatter at will any time she wanted and for whatever reason she wanted, even if it was simply to delight in watching his reaction as she did.    He of course knew this, and from that point forward, his service to her was quick and impeccable, and he never again made a single disparaging comment to her or anyone else about her.

Alice said to the Hare "Congratulations on becoming Lady of the Tea Marsha the Hare, it is quite deserved! Tell us your thoughts, are you doing anything different for the future tea parties?"

The Hare replied "Why thank you sweet young Alice! And yes, I have some plans, all of which are based on some important lessons we learned today. First, the party seemed to be so much more enjoyable when only ladies were seated at the table, so from this point forward I will make a rule that only ladies can be invited as guests and sit at the tables at tea parties.   Second, that is not to say there will be no males present - on the contrary!   Men will be present, but only to provide tea service and to wait on the ladies.  In fact, all servers, waiters and butlers are to be men.   And third, I had never thought of having a man servant provide services in the nude, but after today, I simply don't see how it could be any other way - it was so much fun.  So all man servants must provide their services properly, diligently, with care and the utmost respect for the ladies, and, they must do so completely naked.  Don't you agree your Highness?"

The Hare was well aware of the Queen's strong preference for female superiority in all aspects of society, so her response was not surprising.   "Time and time again Marsha the Hare, you prove your logic and cleverness have earned you the right to work by my side.   I so much agree with your proposed new rules and protocol for tea parties that upon return to my Court, I will have my scribe draft a proclamation announcing your newly appointed title as Lady of the Tea, and, the same rules you have just recited to me.   They shall become law and posted in all the villages in my realm.   Clothed-female/Naked-male, or 'CFNM' as we shall call it, will be the rule at tea parties.  I may think about having that protocol for other  festivals and ceremonies as well.   Women should always be in such a superior and prominent position in my realm, and you are one of the ladies that evidence why that is so important!"

The ladies had now been satiated in every aspect.   All agreed that the tea party, inclusive of all the very unusual occurrences involving Mr. Hatter, turned out to be the best they had ever attended.   

As they stood to leave, Marsha the Hare said to the Hatter, "Mr. Hatter, it is time for us to leave.  I trust you will clean up here making it tidy for our next tea party, which I plan to be on Tuesday.   And I have great news for you, this time you can be even more efficient in getting to the party on time as I would like you to not wear any clothes whatsoever.   For that matter, you will be providing tea service completely naked from this point forward, and if you are good, I just might let you wear your hat from time to time.  Do you understand my instructions?"

"Your instructions are perfectly clear, and thank you for granting me the opportunity to serve you!"  Then an odd thing happened, the Hatter smiled warmly at the ladies as though he too was as pleased with how things concluded.   The reality was that like Alice he had also learned things about himself that day.  The humiliation and pain he endured by the ladies as well as the service he provided them turned into something he enjoyed, which totally surprised him.   And as time marched on with more tea parties to follow, his naked servitude to those ladies attending the parties and the pleasure it gave them made him enjoy the parties as much as the ladies.   His polite and efficient service delivered with the utmost care resulted in his becoming the favorite server to the ladies, who requested him as a man servant more than any other man in the Queen's realm.    This in turn resulted in his constantly being surrounded by woman and thus was no longer alone.    So in the end, the Hatter found that his proper place in the world was that of a naked tea server to all the ladies, and this made him happier than he had ever been as a hatter.

Further, over time his dedication to serving the Hare resulted in her developing a fondness for him drowning any desires she still had towards abusing him.  And he enjoyed providing her naked servitude as much as she enjoyed being serviced.

As the ladies stood to leave the party, the hatter began to diligently clean the table.  The ladies were cheerful and happy the day had gone so well and as they left the Hatter behind, they held hands excitedly wondering what more mad things were lay before them. 

 

 

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