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A WALK IN THE PARK by Throne
Alex couldn't believe he had been caught. His Aunt Tabitha had put him
into a lovely, pale red, latex maid's outfit. A tiny cap was perched atop
the wig he wore, which was cut in bangs above his eyes. He was used to
all that, but this one featured several tiny padlocks that made it
impossible for him to take off. The slim, fine-featured young man had
gone into a bit of an internal panic. He managed not to let it show but
his mind focused entirely on getting those locks undone. He had taken a
pin and, reaching around behind his neck, tried to jimmy the lock that
kept his collar closed. It was a futile effort yet he couldn't stop
himself. Being trapped in that glossy latex top and short skirt gave him
a feeling of claustrophobia. He was still fiddling with the
uncooperative mechanism when his Aunt entered the room, as silent as a
silver cat, and discovered what he was attempting. He was startled. His
face, prettily made up, was a mask of shocked surprise.
Cool and aristocratic as ever, she had nevertheless made it plain by the
tightness in her voice that she was angry with him. In a level tone she
told him that this was totally unacceptable and that something would have
to be done about it. He stood there with his slender thighs, encased in
smooth latex stockings, pressed together. She snapped open her cell
phone and hit a preset number.
Tabitha said, "Hello, Sybil. I'm going out for a little stroll through
the park and thought you'd like to come along. Maybe do some shopping on
The Strip. Perhaps get lunch, or at least tea. I could pick you up in
about twenty minutes. Yes? Perfect."
The feminized youth in the maid's outfit mentally relaxed. She was
leaving and would presumably deal with him later, after her temper had
cooled down. What a relief. He felt the muscles in his back unknot and
his narrow shoulders drop fractionally. All was well until his aunt said
one more thing into her phone.
"My nephew Alex will be accompanying us if you don't mind. He won't need
time to change because he's wearing the prettiest maid attire. He seemed
to want to get out of it but I'm sure, once he sees how people admire the
way it shows him off, he will want to stay in it, maybe even for the next
few days."
Alex was stunned. Oh no! She couldn't mean it. But as she closed the
phone with a slow and deliberate motion she locked eyes with him, even
allowing herself a slight smirk of triumph. When he didn't oppose her,
she took time to check her hair and change the necklace she was wearing
for a string of small pearls. Tabitha gestured for him to follow her as
she breezed through the large house, went out a side door, and reached
her car. She opened the back door and nodded for him to enter. He
beseeched her with his eyes but, after what he had done, there was no
mercy for him. He slid onto the seat, feeling how the soft rubber he
wore clung to him all over. Alex's thin fingers went to the lock that
held his skirt closed at the waist and clutched it nervously. His aunt
shut his door, got into the front, and started the car.
In less time than she had predicted she reached her friend's home. She
hit the buzzer at the gate and Sybil's pleasant voice came from a speaker
set in a stone post, saying she would be waiting inside. The gate swung
open and Tabitha drove the short distance to a wide circular drive that
brought her to the front door. She stopped and spoke to Alex without
glancing back at him.
"Alexis, dear. Please go and ring for Sybil."
He hesitated, feeling like this was his last chance to try to reason with
her. But what could he say after having been so disobedient? He sighed
and let himself out. To his dismay a gardener was working nearby. He
was young and muscular, the latter fact emphasized by him having taken
off his shirt. He eyed Alex appreciatively. And why wouldn't he? It
appeared that he was looking at a comely young woman in revealing
clothing made of some clinging shiny material. As Alex climbed the five
steps, moving carefully on his high heels, he felt his cheeks grow warm.
He rang the bell, hoping Sybil would answer immediately and get right
into the car. But the door was opened by a middle aged man in a neat
jacket and slacks who was obviously a butler. Alex cringed inwardly as
he said that Miss Tabitha was here to pick up Miss Sybil, not sure if
that form of identifying them was acceptable. This was all so awkward.
The man nonchalantly looked him up and down, paused, and then turned to
peer deeper into the house.
"Madam," he said formally. "You're ride is here."
Sybil strode up to stand alongside the butler. She was dressed elegantly
yet projected casualness. Plainly she was amused by Alex's discomfort.
In no hurry she stepped outside and turned her head this way and that, as
if she might stand there all day enjoying the pleasant weather. Alex
noticed the gardener, his bronzed skin now sheened with sweat, once more
observing him, this time with a hint of a smile on his tanned face. With
both hands Alex tried to tug down the hem of his brief skirt, though it
was impossible to lower it. Sybil went down the steps slowly, with him
trailing behind. He opened the passenger side front door for her, hoping
to speed up their departure. She leaned down and said something to
Tabitha that provoked a merry laugh. Finally their guest got into the
car and Alex closed the door. He looked back and saw the gardener wiping
his perspiring brow with a large red handkerchief, which he then tied
around his neck. Alex was warm inside his tight-fitting garments yet
felt strangely chilled by that male gaze. At last he regained control
and got into the back seat.
All too soon they arrived at the park, which was small and well
maintained. On the far side he saw The Strip, a long street lined with
shops and eateries. As they all got out of the car he wished that, if he
had to be dressed in latex, at least it could be slacks and a top, rather
than the colorful maid's outfit, which was guaranteed to draw stares. He
exited the car reluctantly. His aunt and her friend strolled along one
of the park's walkways, with him bringing up the rear. On a parallel
path several joggers whisked by. The women gave him critical looks,
thinking he was a girl showing off her trim figure. Guys flashed
agreeable expressions, smiling and even throwing him brief waves. He
felt so exposed that he wished he could scurry into the nearest clump of
bushes and hide until it was time to depart. But no such option was
available to him. As they moved nearer to The Strip he was upset to see
how many shoppers were on the sidewalks.
They crossed the street and immediately Tabitha's interest was caught by
a boutique called Fashionable But Funky. The items in the window were
all well designed and made, but each one had something extra that
individualized it. There was a jacket with several small trinkets sewn
to its wide collar. And a pair of slacks with two rows of eyelets down
the side, through which a long leather strip had been laced. But what
really drew Tabitha's interest was a pillbox hat with a short veil in the
front. It was pale blue and had been given added pizzazz by the addition
of half a dozen faux gemstones -- intentionally artificial looking ones -
- set around its outside. She commented to Sybil that it might be a fun
piece to wear as a novelty to some very informal occasion. Her friend
agreed and then both of them stood there considering it.
Everyone who passed couldn't help seeing Alex, some of them with raised
eyebrows, others with disapproval, but many with sly grins and nods of
empathy. He wondered if they knew he was really a guy. At least if they
thought he was female, not a difficult mistake to make, he would be
spared the deepest shame he might have to feel. Inside his soft rubber
clothing he felt as if he was slowly being compressed, all the maleness
being squeezed out of him. He fidgeted and tugged at what he was wearing
until Tabitha, in a stage whisper, told him to be still.
They entered the shop. Alex was glad to be off the street, at least
until he saw that there were numerous female shoppers in the crowded
space. They watched him appraisingly. From the dressing room a figure
emerged. It was a short and enviably thin girl with chestnut hair that
fell to her shoulders and was cut straight over her eyebrows. She had
on tight, rainbow-striped slacks and a faux-fur vest with nothing under
it. Two women were with her and one of them said something about these
items being perfect for a 'retro' party they would be attending. The
other woman moved closer, took the front of the vest between finger and
thumb, and pulled it away from a milky white and narrow chest. Alex was
stunned to see that there were no breasts underneath, not even a
suggestion of any. The 'girl' was in reality another young man like
himself, made to dress in feminine garb. As the two women discussed
their choices their charge could only stand there and blush prettily. He
was obviously as uncomfortable as Alex about having to go out in public
that way.
Tabitha asked a salesgirl if she might see the hat in the window. The
girl brought it to her and Alex's aunt positioned it atop her head. It
looked like something she might pick, though the fake jewels were
somewhat loud for her usual tastes. Still, as she had observed, it would
be perfect for certain occasions. One of the women with the lad in the
vest used the name Marcy when speaking to him. Sybil stepped over to
them and put her finger to her chin while looking at the trio. The woman
asked her what she thought of Marcy's fashions.
"I think it's darling," Sybil complimented. "If you get those things for
your Marcy you should have her wear them home. It makes such an
interesting statement, telling everyone that she dares to be flamboyant
and wants to be the center of attention."
"Isn't that a wonderful idea, Marcy?" the woman asked the one modeling
the retro gear.
"I... I guess so. But I'd really rather not wear it... out there."
Alex could sympathize. He wished he could console the other one who was
in the same situation as himself. But by then Tabitha had decided to buy
the hat and was already presenting her charge card. Soon it had been
paid for and put into a hat box, which was then placed in a handled
shopping bag that was bright pink and had the store's name on it in
swirling letters. She handed the bag to Alex, who accepted it only
because he had to. His eyes went to Marcy's and they shared a silent
moment of mutual sympathy before Tabitha and Sybil left, with Alex
hurrying along behind them. Back on the street he once more felt like he
was on display, especially with the brightly hued bag swinging at his
side. There were leers and smirks and sneers. The women ducked into
several more shops to admire handmade jewelry, art prints, and woven
goods. From that last selection of merchandise Sybil selected a
patterned throw pillow. It was put into another shopping bag -- nearly
as gaudy as the other -- and handed to Alex. With a bag in each hand he
continued on.
Shortly afterwards, as they were approaching the end of The Strip,
Tabitha decided they should stop for a bite to eat. Instead of going
indoors, the women sat at a sidewalk caf?. Before Alex could take a seat
his aunt decided out loud that he would be more comfortable standing. He
wanted to disagree but was more interested in avoiding raised voices or
anything that would make him even more conspicuous (if that was
possible). The women ordered light salads and white wine. For Alex,
Tabitha decided on a glass of seltzer with a slice of lemon. He had to
stand there with the bags on the seat he should have been occupying,
delicately sipping as more people gawked at him. From across the street
he saw someone using their phone to take his picture. No, no, no.
After what seemed like an hour the women were done eating. They
lingered, chatting about mutual friends who might want to come with them
next time they were here. Alex shifted his feet restlessly, again
noticing how the latex seemed to be shrinking, and how warm he was inside
it. He sighed quietly and nibbled his lips. Couldn't they PLEASE leave
now? They crossed over and began to examine the shops on the other side
of the street. Luckily for him they didn't seem to be finding anything
of special interest. Then, just as they were almost back to their
starting point at the edge of the park, Tabitha came to a complete halt
and was suddenly wearing a devilish smile on her usually placid features.
"My my," she said smoothly, "this wasn't here last time."
Sybil took a breath and added, "But I'm glad it is now."
Alex was unsettled to see that the new business was a... um... sex
paraphernalia shop. The window was somewhat discrete, being mostly
limited to displaying lingerie, scented oils, eye masks with feathers on
them, and other relatively innocent stuff. But a pair of handcuffs here
and a collar with leash attached over there suggested that much more
awaited inside. Alex shuddered as he followed the other two through the
door and saw his worst fears realized. There was leather bondage gear,
gags, blindfolds, and small locking tubes whose purpose he couldn't
guess. Over in the corner there were racks of latex wear, to which his
aunt was immediately drawn. Behind them was some sort of transparent
plastic item, tinted pink, that looked like a blow-up mattress, except
that there was a space between two layers in which a mannequin stood. He
didn't want to even think about what it would be like to experience that.
His aunt spoke to one of the clerks, a young woman in a tight corset,
stockings, heels and little else. Occasionally Tabitha would point
toward Alex. A sale was rung up, something was slipped into a plain
brown bag, and then Alex's aunt spoke to her again.
"This is for my nephew Alex, who we were talking about. Do you have a
dressing room I could borrow for a minute to put it on him. If 'on' is
the correct word."
The clerk chuckled and indicated a spot in the back of the store.
Tabitha snapped her fingers at Alex. Sybil took the shopping bags from
him and he followed his aunt mutely. The two of them entered a dressing
room and Tabitha pulled shut the curtain. He was disturbed that Tabitha
had identified him as male to the clerk. She made her nephew raise his
skirt and lower the latex panties beneath it. He was unhappily aware of
how flimsy the barrier between him and the shoppers was. She showed him
what she had purchased and he gasped. Then she took a tube full of
something that she had also bought and used it on the first item. There
was a plug and, once its end was lubricated, she expected Alex to insert
it into himself. He whimpered softly but she was unrelenting. He
reached around behind his hips and performed the mortifying act with
difficulty. When it was in she had him raise his panties and smooth down
his skirt. He was blinking to keep himself from shedding tears. As they
left the dressing room he walked with special care. It felt to him as if
everyone was aware of his newest humiliation. The clerk came up to them
and asked if everything was all right.
"Perfect," Tabitha assured her. Then she lied, "My nephew just adores
using one of those."
"Is he into bondage as well?"
"He could be."
"Because we do some private shows, fashions first and then bondage wear
after. I think she... I mean he... would be perfect." She held out a
business card. "If you're interested."
Tabitha accepted the proffered card and said, "Well, let's see how he
behaves for the next few days. And then I'll get back to you, no matter
what I decide."
They left the shop and started across the park. There was a play area
with a sliding board and jungle gym. Also a teeter totter, where a young
man with a shadow of stubble on his strong jaw was standing and finishing
a cup of coffee. Tabitha went straight up to him, much to Alex's dismay.
She said, "Our little Alexis loves the see-saw but doesn't have anyone to
ride with. Would you mind being on the other end?"
He ate up Alex with his eyes and said, "Not at all. I'm happy to help
such a pretty girl." When he straddled one end of the ride and lowered
the other, Tabitha signaled for Alex to take up his place opposite the
stranger. Her nephew did as he was told. The guy brought up that end of
the see-saw until lit was directly under Alex's bottom. The nephew
started to sit and, as soon as his latex panties made contact, realized
what effect this was going to have on the sex toy that was mostly inside
him, with a short length protruding. He moaned quietly in anticipation
and set his weight down on the seat. With the guy taking the lead, the
teeter totter began to go up and down. Each time Alex reached the top or
hit bottom, he felt a sharp jab from behind. Across from him the other
rider was oblivious to his lack of comfort, instead concentrating on what
he saw as a desirable young thing who wanted to be on this recreational
device that usually attracted children. Well, so be it, the guy must
have decided, caring only that he could keep drinking in her beauty.
Alex was utterly shamed to be ogled like that, at the same time suffering
physical abuse from the bung planted deep inside him. He sniffled and
tried to endure, though Tabitha let his discomfort go on and on and on.
At last she thanked the rider on the other end. He lowered Alex all the
way down and swung his long leg over the see-saw's end. Then he went to
'Alexis' and offered his hand, which Alex took weakly to allow himself to
helped to his feet. His legs trembled as he crossed the park, taking
small steps and short sharp breaths, hoping that no one could guess the
reason for his uneasiness. At last they reached the car, where he found
that even sitting on a yielding seat was no longer comfortable. Tabitha
detoured around the city, making the drive seem interminable. She
eventually dropped off Sybil and then returned home.
Once they got there and were inside, Tabitha sat and relaxed. Alex stood
and suffered. His aunt browsed through a catalog and left him where he
was, presumably to consider his earlier act of rebellion and how much it
had cost him. After a while she looked up at the distressed young man.
"Have you learned anything?" she wanted to know.
Speaking barely above a whisper he told her, "Yes, Ma'am. I'm very sorry
that I tried to get out of my uniform. I hope you'll forgive me."
"Well, you'll have to earn forgiveness. And if you convince me that you
are properly contrite, that will be the end of it. Otherwise, I think
that the modeling job that shop girl mentioned could be the perfect cure
for you. Especially because it would be once a week, which would provide
you with helpful reminders to maintain the right attitude. Don't you
agree?"
Not willing to risk any other words, he just said, "Yes, Aunt Tabitha.
Thank you so much."
"You're welcome, dear. And how is your 'little friend' working out for
you? Not slipping out, is it?"
"Not at all," he said, trying not to feel as displeased by that as he
was. "It's very well... in place."
"They're designed to stay where they're put. And is it filling you
nicely?"
Shameful though it was to speak about the matter, he answered, "Yes,
Ma'am. It's... quite large enough."
She dismissed him to go and do his usual chores. They both knew that
everything would be more difficult than usual with his 'little friend' in
place. He certainly wouldn't forget it was there. And he had a
worrisome foreboding that she would determine that he had NOT redeemed
himself and that he would soon need to see the inside of that sex shop
again, though not as a customer.
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(Please check the note at the end of my earlier story, LOVELY IN LATEX,
to learn more about my inspiration. THANKS.)
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