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36. Connie hooks Terry. There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Connie called out. Her office door swung open as she looked up. "Ah Terry, take a seat." Terry closed the door and sat across from Ms Thornbury as requested. He waited patiently as Ms Thornbury continued to write notes on an A4 pad. Terry's eyes wondered over his new boss while she was not paying him any attention. As before he was drawn to her chest, the plain white cotton blouse showed no cleavage but her position left the sizable breasts resting on her desk. His admiration for her physique was growing. Not a good combination he knew. He suspected that she sometimes dressed to have the greatest effect on others. He found himself wondering what they must look like..... "Terry!!" Ms Thornbury snapped. Terry flinched, his day dreaming crashing to a halt. He looked up at her face and realised he had been staring at her chest. "My face is up here........." she scolded him. "S...sorry Ms Thornbury," he replied. "I didn't.....I mean I wasn't...." "Staring straight at my tits?" she finished for him. "No ....not at all," he replied now flustered. Ms thornbury shook her head in dissapointment. "I caught you twice last week and again this morning, is there something wrong with them?" she challenged. Terry shook his head. "Oh no....not at all......they are........" He stopped himself from going any further. "They are 'what' exactly?" she now wanted to know what he was going to say. 'Oh god,' he thought. 'How is he going to answer that?' "They......they are .....just fine," was all that came to mind. "Just........fine......." she repeated slowly. "Wow...........you really know how to compliment a lady don't you!" Terry was on the ropes, red faced, flustered and not knowing where to look. "Would you like to reconsider that answer?" she asked him. Terry steeled himself, he had to put a stop to this. "Ms Thornbury, I'm really not comfortable discussing ....well you know. It's just not professional," he stated. "I'll tell you what is not professional Terry, staring at my tits," she countered. "That alone is grounds for sexual harrassment." She paused to note his reaction. He squirmed, visibly shrunk at her implied threat. "So.......if they are 'just fine', why do you keep staring at them?" she pushed. "Ok, ok...................they are lovely," he blurted out. "You.......you are lovely," he added thinking that was a broader compliment. He looked up at her from a downcast position. Had he now blown it completely he wondered? What would her next question be? To his relief her serious expression very slowly softened, then a smile crept across it. He let out a sigh of releif. "So I have an admirer .....eh," she smirked. Terry said nothing, just waited. "Perhaps we should have lunch together," she put to him. Before he could reply she added, "I'll sort something out for about 1pm. Meet me here." "Oh, ok," he replied a little surprised at the speed at which that had happened. Ms Thornbury was once again unpredictable, she kept him guessing as to what would happen next. It was like walking on egg shells in her company. "Now, let me look at your face," she said as she got up from her chair. Stepping round her desk Terry took in the rest of her. The white blouse was neatly tucked into a beige wide pleated skirt that hugged her narrow midsection. The wide pleats folded in at the top next to the waste band and opened out as it flared lower down. The skirts hem sat a few inches above her knees. It was then he noticed the tan coloured hosery. She was in front of him lifting his face up before he could see her footwear. The look of her smooth legs now etched into his brain. He was starting to see her differently now. Noticing just how attractive she was. She inspected his skin for a moment. "Have you actually used the moisturiser I gave you?" "Yes, every day. In fact there is not much left in the pot." "Mmmmm, .....ok. I think it has made a difference." She stepped back behind her desk, her camel coloured strappy high heeled sandles caught his eye. Terry's thought's were cemented, this woman was sexy. Did he actually stand a chance with her? He hoped it could be true. "Ok Terry, I have things to do. I'll see you back here at 1," she finished as she took her seat. Terry shook the thoughts of what lay beneth the swaying skirt and got up. "See you later then." Ms Thornbury didn't look up or answer as he opened the office door and slipped out. With the door closed Terry exhaled. Was it all worth the stress he pondered for a moment. But he still loved his job, and now there looked like being a possible romance with a woman that he considered out of his league. He had work to attend to, he shook the thoughts away and strode off. 37. Olivia hits the spot Matilda met up with Olivia a few minutes before Monday mornings dance rehersals started. Olivia was treated to a hurried run down of the events of Tilly's parents visit and what happened as they got changed. Following the mishap of the first show Penny had found special panty that held his penis down and out of the way. He still felt a little self conscious and added the flimsy skirt as before. Following a not too challenging run through of the current routines where they worked on area's they felt that could be improved it was time for lunch. Today it was Matilda who lead Olivia away. They had barely got themselves out of sight and in the changing area before Tilly turned to Olivia and draped her arms around her shoulders and neck diving in for a kiss. Olivia pulled Tilly into an embrace returning the kiss, the passion rising in both of them. Tilly could feel Olivia's hands stroking down her leotard covered back, over the little skirt and onto her bottom and back up again, pulling the skirt up with it. It felt so naughty to him, it felt sexy. Despite the special underwear he had swollen and grown but it was still held back between his legs. Olivia's hands slid down again. "Ummmmm," Tilly moaned into the kiss delighting at Olivia's caress. Tilly was lost to it, their tongues tickling each other. Olivia's hand wandered further down cupping his bottom, then slid over the cleft. "UUmmmphhh." Tilly thrust her hips forward in reaction to Olivia's finger brushing the tip of his sensitive penis through his clothing. His eyes shot open and he tried to pull away from Olivia. Olivia though reacted in turn. She had not intended to touch him like that, but she knew what she had done. She tightened her hold around Tilly's waist making it more difficult to pull back. She then reached down with her other hand once again and her fingers found the target. Tilly turned her head away to break the kiss, arching her back as Olivia leaned over her. "Pleeeaassee Olivia........it's too much." Olivia smiled, a playful evil grin as she held Tilly tightly around the waist. Her other hand then stroked across the end of his penis again. "GAammmmph," came from his mouth and Olivia watched his eyes flutter. She felt him sag against her as his knees gave out. "Arr'livia........please nooo," he pleaded to her with a weak voice. But Olivia loved being in control, it excited her ever more and she tightened her grip once again before sliding her fingers up and down across his sentive head. "Oooo....n...noo ....it'll..aaahhhhh..mmmm." Tilly's breathing now short and eratic. The desire for Olivia became overwhelming, it had been some time since he had any real stimulation. Tilly moved in again to renew the kiss and Olivia took full control. Tilly moaned over and over as they kissed and Olivia stroked the head of his penis. It only took a matter of around 15 seconds before it all became too much and his penis convulsed and spat out load after load onto his special underwear. Olivia could feel him cumming and she delighted in her achievement and she continued to kiss all the way through until everything had calmed. As they finally separated Olivia stood with broad grin. Matilda on the other hand did not know where to look next. His face red with a mixture of sexual excitement and embarressment. He stood a little awkwardly with the now cool discharge feeling uncomfortable. "What am going to do......I need to change but I don't have anything to change in to?" "Get undressed first, I'll see what I can find," Olivia replied still smirking with delight at what she had done. With only moments left before they needed to return to the studio Olivia returned. He had soiled the special underwear, his tights and his leotard. Having cleaned himself up he had put on his regular knickers. Olivia found him sat on the bench with just his pale blue knickers and bra supporting the breast forms. "Sorry Tilly, I've been looking through the lost property to see what you can use. The choice was not great," as she held out a pair of baby pink velvet shorts and a yellow vest top. Matilda quickly slipped his feet into the shorts and started to pull them up. The higher he went the tighter they became. Finally he eased them around his bottom and into place. They were clearly not big enough for him. Olivia spyed his penis petruding through the material. "Oh dear....." She bit her lip while smiling. Just then the door was pushed open. "Come along girls, it's time," Penny Short called out. "Oh, Ms Short............Tilly's had a little accident," Olivia replied quickly. Panny took a few steps forward. "What do you mean 'a little accident'?" Matthew sat feeling very emabarrassed. "Well.....she's soiled her underwear.........and her tights.......... and leotard." Penny took another couple of steps forward. "I've been to lost propoerty already," Olivia added. "Did you find something suitable?" she asked. Olivia stepped back. "Stand up Tilly, show Ms Short." Reluctantly and self consciously he got to his feet. Ms Short ran her eyes over him. "Did you wear a blouse today Tilly?" "Yes Ms Short," he replied. "Right, we don't have time to start co-ordinating outfits. The rest of the class are waiting for us. Put your blouse on. You had better add your little skirt, then get your dance shoes on and joins us." And she promptly turned and left them to it. 38. First date Ms Thornbury grabbed her coat from the hooks on the wall behind the door. "Do you like italian Terry?" "Yes, assuming that is pasta of some style," he replied. She swung the coat around her back slipping her arms into the sleeves "Good, I have booked us a table at Little Rome just off the high street." "Oh, I've never tried there before." "Well I think you will enjoy it. The food is first class, but the service; for me anyway, really is very good," she told him. Some 20 minutes later they were seated at the intimate restaurant. The old converted house was softly lit and had secluded tables screened by partitions and a dual aspect fire place. Terry was impressed so far, it was like sitting down for a meal at a private house. But then the waiter appeared and adressed Ms Thornbury. It was like he was not even there. She had ordered a bottle of wine, something he did not recognise the name of. She was left with what he assumed was a menu as the waiter dissappeared. He kept his cool though, this was obviously a place that Ms Thornbury was known and he did not want to make a fuss. He allowed her to read the menu expecting to have a look afterwards. It was not long before the waiter returned with the wine. He went through the process of removing the cork. Then turning up Ms Thornburys glass he poured a little. Ms Thornbury lifted the rim of the glass to her nose and inhaled before sipping. There was a simple nod as she replaced her glass on the table. The waiter then filled the glass, then tunred over Terry's and filled that also. Terry picked up his glass and sipped, he savoured the crisp fruity blend. As he did this Ms Thornbury ordered pasta salad. The menu was taken and before he could swallow to protest the waiter was out of sight. "Is the waiter coming back?" he asked. Ms Thornbury looked across the table at him frowning. "Well of course Terry, once the meal is ready they will bring it out," she replied with a little sarcasm. "But that's my point, I didn't order anything," Terry retorted trying to justify his question. "It's ok Terry. You are my date, I invited you here and ordered for you," she told him. Terry was a little surprised, he was caught in two minds. Should he be grateful and gracious or his instinct was to be annoyed at not being given the opportunity to choose for himself. "Oh, I.....er......thanks....." he finally managed. He took another sip of the wine. There was silence for a moment as he savoured the drink. Connie broke the silence. "Relax Terry, you look at a little uncomfortable," she told him before taking a sip from her glass. Terry glanced across the table. "Sorry, it's ........a long time since I have been in this situation. To be honest...........I'm surprised you would even give me a second look. What do you see in me?" Ms Thornbury put her elbows on the table and clasped her hands together under her chin. "Thank you for your honesty, I like that. So I will be honest with you," she told him. This is where he expected to be told that 'perhaps it was a mistake' or 'it was not a real date, not a romantic date.' "There is something about you that I like Terry." She paused to let the words sink in. Terry was instantly lifted, perhaps this was for real. Perhaps he actually stood a chance with this elegant woman. She was out of his league, in his own opinion. He could feel a smile coming on, trying to keep a considered look he did his best to suppress it. Connie saw his smile, she knew he was trying not to show it. But it was there, she knew he was happy at what she had said. "But there are also things I don't like as much," she then added. Terry's happy feeling sank instantly, there was the reality check. 'Be positive' he told himself. Afterall, here he was, on a date. But what was it, what did she not like about him? Could he do anything to help his chances of this lasting? "What is it.........what do you dislike about me?" he asked. It was then that the waiter appeared, placing down a pasta salad first in front of Ms Thornbury, then Terry. Terry watched as Ms Thornbury picked up her cutlery and began eating. had his question fell on deaf ears he wondered. He decided to start eating himself. It was a couple of minutes later when Ms Thornbury decided to speak taking a break from her meal momentarily. "It's not a single thing Terry, it's more like a lot of little things." She then continued to eat. Having swallowed, Terry replied, "What do you mean, what little things?" he asked. He really needed to know. How could he help if he didn't know!! Terry had to wait again for her next reply. He looked at her questioningly. Having had his hopes raised he now found Ms Thornbury even more desireable. "You're a man Terry, when men don't have the guidence of a good woman they pick up bad habbits and make poor choices." Again she resumed eating. Terry was none the wiser, the answer was vague. She had given him the 'why' and not the 'what.' It was the 'what' that he really wanted to know. But if he pushed her for more now he felt like he would be bugging her. He didn't want to antagonise her, he needed to be careful how he played it. He decided to back off for now and concentrated on finishing his meal. They left the restaurant a while later having finished the bottle of wine. Ms Thornbury had quizzed him as they sipped, on how he approaches new projects and how he gets his ideas. As Ms Thornbury stepped outside onto the pavement she stopped. she slipped her handbag over her left arm so the handles rested half way along her forearm. Terry stepped out behind her, the cool air making him realise how much the alcohol had affected him. He stepped along her right side. "Other side please Terry," she asked. Terry did as asked, now standing to her left. "Place your arm inside mine and then hold my hand please," she asked politely. There was a softness to her tone for a change. Terry tucked his right hand behind/inside her left elbow and moved it along her forearm. He hesitated a moment as he realised that if he continued his hand would also go through the handles of her bag. That didn't feel right to him. But Ms Thornbury encouraged him on. "Keep going, I want you to hold my hand." He did as asked, moving his hand along, under the handles and finally they clasped hands together. Their hands felt comfortable together, but it seemed a little odd to have her bag over his arm even if her arm was there too. And of course he was not used to keeping his arm elevated. They walked back onto the high street, Ms Thornbury setting the pace as she wished. Terry was actually feeling quite proud to have this woman on his arm, even if her handbag was also there. He wanted to ask again about what she didn't like about him. He was trying to think of a way to broach the subject again. Then she stopped dead in her tracks, he took another step before he realised and in one quick movement Ms Thornbury released his hand and slipped her arm out. "I won't be long," she called over her shoulder as she clicked her heels swiftly into the ladies. Terry stood alone in the high street, taken by surprise. He now looked down at his right arm that remained horizontal to the ground and held the cream leather handbag with shiny gold fixings. He now felt like the world was looking at him. What on earth would people think as they walked or drove by. He just kept his head down, not wanting to see the laughing and sneers he expected. In reality most people payed him no attention. It had only been a few short minutes, but to him it felt like ages before she returned. "Come along Terry," he suddenly heard her call. Looking up she was already walking off along the pavement. He quickly strided forward to catch up with her. She was now walking too close to the shop fronts on her left for him to join her that side as before. Twenty yards later he stood on her right. she immediately clasped his left hand in her right. "Thank you so much for holding my bag. Those toilets don't have anywhere to hang them up while you're doing your business." Terry moved his right arm round to gestsure for her to take her bag back. "No problem, here you go," he replied eager to be rid of it. Ms Thornbury turned her head in his direction, with a warm, unmocking smile she said, "Would you mind, I would think it so sweet of you to carry my bag for me?" Terry was stumped, after a moment and not saying a word he self consciously retracted his right arm with the handbag hooked over it. He wanted to keep in her good books just that little bit more than he didn't want to hold her bag. For the next 10 minutes he endured his predicament. His eyes darting around occasionally to see who was looking, and yes some people had noticed and gave a quizzical look. Arriving back at the theatre they made their way to Ms Thornbury's office. Connie removed her coat. "Put my bag down next to my desk please Terry." Terry, now relieved to be rid of the handbag stepped to the side to allow Ms Thornbury to take her seat behind the desk. "Thank you Connie, I enjoyed that very much," he told her while also thinking 'apart from holding the bag.' "You are very welcome Terry........I think I enjoyed it too," she replied. "Now, I have lots to do so please excuse me." Ms Thornbury picked up a pen and started reviewing notes on an A4 pad. Terry turned toward the door, then hesitated. He felt the need to say more, to make sure she knew how he felt. He turned back to face her desk. "Connie, I-" he started. Ms Thornbury looked up, pen still in hand. "Yes Terry?" she prompted him. "C...can I....just add..." He stumbled over his words. Ms Thornbury sat back in her chair, dropped the pen back onto the desk. He clearly had her full attention. "I....i'm very grateful that you are giving me a chance and I'm frankly amazed that a woman as ......lovely as you would pay me any attention at all." He watched her face brake into a warm smile at his flattery. "But you said........there are things about me you didn't like. I just wanted to say that........well I will gladly pay back my appreciation by making an effort to change whatever it is that you don't like. Just tell me what it is, give me a chance to be the person you like," There, he said it. It felt better now that he had said it. she knew he was committed. There was silence for a brief moment and Terry turned back to the door. "What if ...." Terry once again turned back to her desk. "....you really don't like what I want to change?" Terry didn't know how to answer, he really had not considered that anything could be that bad. "What if......you don't want to be the person I want you to be?" She stared at him. He was again stumped, he had just pledged his commitment to her, to this new relationship. But he now realised that he might not even know what he was committing too. "I.....I er......." he faultered. "I do like you Terry and I am willing to see where it leads. But I need to be sure that your commitment is genuine, that it's not a shallow attempt to keep me interested and believing you will change for the better." He was trying to process this situation, she wanted his commitment but still he had no idea what she wanted from him. She continued after a moments pause. "I've been involved with men like that before, they promise the earth then lose interest with just the smallest of requests." He could tell her demenour had changed, her face now far more serious. "I don't like time wasters Terry. PLEASE.....don't tell me that I'm wasting my time with you," she finished in quite a stern voice. "No.....no,no ....of course not," he replied quickly. There was no time to think. It was 'in' or 'out.' How did it come to this so quickly he wondered. "Good," her stern serious face visibly softened, "I'm so very glad to hear you say that. But now is not the time to continue this discussion. We both had an extended lunch and I have work to do as I am sure you do too." "Yes, of course," he replied. Terry walked back to his office with mixed emotions. It appeared he was now in a relationship for the first time in many years. She was beautiful, smart, articulate, sexy and she was his boss!! It was exciting and a little scary all at the same time. He couldn't wait for things to progress to them being intimate. He had been starved of this for so long. 39. First lesson 'so to speak' Carl stood nervously at the front door, having checked his watch he knew he was 15 minutes early but that was better than being late. He knocked on the door and waited. A moment later the door swung open, there in front of him stood a pretty young girl with short hair. Her face made up to exagerate her eyes and lips. She wore a navy blue dress with cap sleeves and a short pleated skirt. White lace formed the collar. Her legs encased in white hosiery visible from the mid thigh hem down to the black ballet flats. For a moment he thought he might be at the wrong address. "Hello, you must be Carl," she said softly. "Oh, yeah," he replied. He didn't recognise her but was quite taken by her striking prim look. Clearly oblivious at what lay beneth the folds of her skirt. "Please come in. I'm Tilly by the way," as she held out her hand to him. They exchanged a limp handshake. Carl noticing the delicate looking red nails and conscious he should be gentle with her. He stepped inside. "Come along." And Matilda lead the young man into the lounge. "Ms Thornbury, Carl has arrived," she called out as she walked into the room. Carl stepped nervously into the lounge. Ms Thornbury sat in an armchair with her legs crossed at the knee. Her pleated beige skirt draped over her flawless nyloned legs, her feet perched in high heeled sandals. Her white blouse was a little conservative but professional. "Good evening Carl, welcome to my home," she greeted him eying him up and down as he had done to her. His pale blond hair dropped over his head on each side like a damp mop. The ends uneven and unkept looking. A burgundy polo shirt was half hidden by a fleece sports jacket. His jeans were baggy to the extreme with the crotch almost half way to his knees and the cuffs all rucked up around his feet. His footwear was an off white pair of trainers. Off white because they were in need of a clean. "Fank you Ms Fornbury," is the reply she heard. "Tilly, is the kitchen clean and tidy?" she asked. "Yes, Ms Thornbury," came the quiet demure reply. "Thank you, would you now be helpful and arrange a tea tray for us, you can join us as well if you like," Connie politely requested. "Of course Ms Thornbury.I'll do it right away," Matilda replied and she glided out of the room. "Well Carl, gold star for being here in good time. I expect that to continue." Carl did a little nod back as if to acknowlegde her comment. "I'm not quite so keen on how you are dressed, is this what the current fashion dictates?" she asked. "Yes Ms Fornbury." "Do you not have anything remotely normal, like your Usher uniform?" she asked. "No, not really," was his short reply. Ms Thornbury shook her head gently from side to side. "Carl, please take a seat on the sofa there." And he did as asked. "I am a great believer in the theory that what we wear and how we present ourselves to the world affects how we feel about ourselves. If we look smart, then we work smart. If everything is in order then we are organised up here." She pointed to her head. Carl listened attentively. "So when I look at you young man, I see chaos." Carl looked a little ashamed at her description of him. "Chaos Carl, is not going to work if I am to tutor you. You do want to keep this job?" she asked. "Oh yeah, absolutely Ms Fornbury," he quickly replied. "Good, I don't want to waste my time. So we need to do something with your appearance." Carl nodded his acceptance, but he had no idea what that would entail. Ms Thornbury got up from her armchair. "If you'll be patient for a moment I will go and see what we can do," and with that she left the room. Carl sat perched on the edge of the sofa, he glanced around taking in his surroundings while he waited. It was several minutes later when Matilda entered with the tea tray. They exhanged smiles before Tilly placed the tray carefully on the coffee table. At that moment Ms Thornbury returned, a neatly folded bundle of fabrics over her arm. Placing them on the arm of her chair she took a seat. "Tilly, will you do the honours please?" she asked. "Yes, Ms Thornbury," came the reply. Smoothing the skirt of her dress under her thighs she perched on the sofa to Carls left so she could easily reach the coffee table. She started the procees of adding milk to the cups. "Do you have milk Carl." She half turned to face him. Carl simply nodded his reply. Carl's close proximity to Tilly was becoming apparent to him. He was getting a mild flowery scent waft across. It acted as a trigger for him, he started to look more closely at the girl next to him. Her white nyloned legs held together and leaning to her left. They were exposed from mid thigh and looked so feminine to him. It was subtly starting to affect him, a mild arousal that he really had not noticed yet as he continued to stare. "Any suger Carl." Again Tilly turned to face him again with a smile. The smile faded when she saw the direction of his stare. "Carl....?" she asked again. He suddenly snapped back into reality and looked up at her face. He realised he had been caught looking. His face reddening a little. "Would you like any suger in your tea?" Tilly asked again. Carl nodded again than added, "Two please." The room remained quiet while Tilly pourded the tea, then handed cup and saucer first to Ms Thornbury then to Carl. With the tea now in his hand he relaxed back into the sofa and took his first sip. "Carl, please do not slouch. Sit up straight," Ms Thornbury requested. Feeling berated once again he pulled himself back up so he was perched on the edge of the sofa. "Carl, sit up straight. You are hunched over like a cave man," she said a little more sternly this time. 'Jesus' he thought to himself as he half heartly lifted his head up and straightened his back just a little. This already felt quite unnatural. "Carl!...." He turned his head to face Ms Thornbury. "Take a look at Tilly and I. Look at how we hold ourselves." Carl took a moment to look, Ms Thornbury was face on to him. To him it looked like she was sitting up like a meerkat. He then looked at Tilly right next to him, Her back arched in, the exact opposite of how he tended to slouch. It made her bottom look rounded he noted. Her head was held high, her shoulders pulled back and he could not help notice the delightful shape and contour of her breasts. He was finding Tilly quite desirable. He did his best to mimic how they sat as he continued to drink his tea. "That is better, but it still needs improving. I'm sure it will too, once you have spent some time with Ms Short." With the tea consumed, Tilly was asked to clear away leaving Carl and Ms Thornbury to get on. "Now Carl, you will need to humour me a little. You have to remember, what we are about to do is all about being well dressed, neat, tidy, well organised which in turn will put you in the right frame of mind." Carl nodded. "So with no male clothing here I have had to select some items that I think are businesslike and that will fit you from my own personal wardrobe." She watched his face take on a scrunched up look of disgust. "If you can get undressed we can get started," she continued. "N....no....way!" Carl replied. He found Ms Thornbury intimidating, but this was too much. "I beg your pardon," came her reply. Her voice calm but her expression now stern. "I appreciate you trying to help me, but getting me to put your clothes on is not normal," his voice starting to shake a little at the end. He didn't want to deal with this situation anymore. At that, he walked from the room. Seconds later Ms Thornbury heard the front door slam shut. "Shit" Connie muttered in annoyance. Thinking quickly she called out "TILLY" and she too left the lounge and headed for the kitchen. "Yes Ms Thornbury," came the reply as Ms Thornbury entered the kitchen to find Matilda drying her hands. "Carl has just stormed off and out of the front door. I want you to quickly see if you can catch up with him." "But what will I say?" she asked. "I want him to understand that I intent to terminate his employment at the theatre. Unless, you can get him to come back. Make it clear that he still has a chance if he comes back." Tilly took it all in. "OK." "Good, now go, quickly," she urged. With that Tilly scurried out of the kitchen, and seconds later Ms Thornbury again heard the front door close. She paced around hoping she would not be forced into dismissing the young man. Tilly walked briskly down the gravel drive until she reached the pavement. First pearing down the road to her left. It was almost dark now, a few street lights illuminating patches of the road and pavements. There was nobody to be seen. Turning to look right she saw a figure sat on a garden wall. She could not tell if it was him from this distance so she started walking. The air was a little cooler than she expected as it swept around her nyloned legs. She crossed her arms and rubbed her hands along her upper arms to help keep warm. As she neared the figure it became clear that it was him. He sat forward with his head in his hands facing the ground between his legs. She stopped a few feet away. "Carl?" she called softly. He didn't move. "Please, leave me alone," came his reply. She could tell he was upset. "I just want to talk......." she said. There was no reply. "Is it ok if I sit next to you." "Free country," was his rather curt answer. Still he had not looked up. Tilly stepped over and lowered herself down onto the stonework. It too was cold. At first she didn't know what to say to him. There was silence between them until he sniffed. "Are you upset because you think you will be sacked?" she asked. "Yeah, of course I will be sacked," he replied. "You know it does not have to be that way." She tried to get his interest. "I refused to let Ms Thornbury dress me in her things.......I walked out.........this was supposed to be my last chance.........she will give me the boot as soon as she can." "You know...." she started to say, but was interupted as Carl sat up. "I'm gonna be behind with rent, I could end up being kicked out," he blurted through teary eyes. "You probably think i'm a crybaby don't you?" he added. "Ooohhh nooo" Tilly quickly countered. "A roof over your head is a big thing. I do understand." He wiped his eyes with his hands, tried to compose himself. "But as I said, it does not have to be this way." "How can it be different, things were said and done. It's too late now," he told her. "Carl, I promise you, if you come back to the house with me.....all this can be sorted out," she urged him. "You do realise that she wanted me to put some of her clothes on?" he said with incredulity. "I......I understand why you might think that odd. But is it so bad?" she asked. He turned to look at her, he thought perhaps she was mocking him in some way. But her expression was serious, caring. He noticed how cold she looked with her arms wrapped around herself. Taking pity on her, he removed his fleece sports jacket and draped it over her shoulders then pulled it around her. He was rewarded with smile. "Thank you, I was getting quite chilly." Carl thought a moment, had he been too quick to walk out. "Perhaps you should consider what is most important to you Carl." He turned to face her again with a questioning look. "It's just clothing Carl, for a short time and you get to keep your job. What is more important?" He sat thinking over what she said. "If I go back now she'll shout at me. I bet she's real pissed at me." "Listen, I won't lie. She may well be a bit miffed. But I also know that she will respect you for having the courage to come back. I don't think it would be as bad as you think." "You think?" he asked now actually considering it. "I know Carl, I promise you it will be ok." And she stood up to try and get him to follow. "Besides, I've got your jacket. If you want it back you need to come with me," she told him smiling. Carl took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He was still very apprehensive. But he stood and they slowly walked back to the house. Ms Thornbury stood in the dining room pearing out of the window. She checked the clock, it was appoaching 8.45pm. Then as she looked back at the window she could make out two figures in the dark at the end of the drive. "Well done Tilly," she said out loud before moving into the hallway to open the front door for them. There was quiet as they stepped into the hall, Tilly removed the fleece jacket and handed it back to Carl. "Thank you." "Perhaps I should be thanking you," he told her before turning to face Ms Thornbury. He looked a little sheepish. "I'm sorry Ms fornbury, I.......I didn't expect what you asked of me and.......I ....kind of freaked out." Ms Thornbury looked to be considering his apology. "Ok Carl, perhaps we should go and talk this through." Carl nodded and she lead him back into the lounge. Tilly retunred to the kitchen to finish off putting things away. Seated once more in armchair and sofa. "Carl, I don't know if it was something Tilly said to you or if you just decided to come back of your own mind. It does not really matter, I'm just happy that you did." Carl listened attentively, somehow a little calmer than before and very relieved that she had not got mad with him. "I do understand why you have reservations, but I want you to focus on the goal we are trying to achieve here. I need to create in you the sense of 'smart, tidy, organised and professional' and how it affects your mindset." Carl gave a nod of understanding. He may not have believed what she was telling him right now but he knew he needed to tow the line. "So..." she continued. "Having had time to reflect on this, and on the basis that you did come back, you are now ready to continue?" Again Carl nodded. "Ok then, would you please get undressed so we can begin?" she asked him "Please......." Ms Thornbury wondered what could be wrong now. "What is it?" "If you don't mind Ms Thornbury.......would it be ok if I did this with Tilly?" he questioned. "Oh, why is that?" "I like her, she's sweet and caring and she makes me feel at ease," he told her honestly. "Well Carl, I will need to ask her if she is willing." And with that she left the room in search of Tilly. It was a couple of minutes before Ms Thornbury returned, and Tilly was a just behind her. "Carl, you are a very lucky young man. Tilly has agreed to help you," she told him. She picked up the bundle of clothing from the arm of the chair and passed it to Tilly. "Come on then," she said holding out her hand for him and she led him upstairs. Carl felt quite privileged to be in Tilly's room. He undressed, slowly as this was still an odd situation to be in. Tilly flipped through what Ms Thornbury had given him to put on. She recalled the times in the recent past when she was in the same position as Carl. Carl stood in his underpants and socks having removed everything else. Tilly was sat on the edge of her bed. On her lap were a plain pair of black knickers. "You will need to change underwear as well," she told him. "But why, surely that is not neccessary," he replied. "I'm afraid it is Carl, your underwear is too bulky and will show through. Ms Thornbury will not like that at all," she advised. He frowned, but he was resigned to doing this now. She handed them to him. "I'll turn around while you swap," she told him. When he was sure she was not looking he slipped out of his pants. He then hurriedly stepped into the black knickers and pulled them up and around his bottom. It was only then that he noted the softness of the fabric. But that was not important right now and he told her he was done. "Right, you need to remove those socks as well." It only took a few seconds to pull them from his feet. "Now you will need to sit down for this bit." With him sat next to her on the bed she handed him a black stocking. He shrugged. "I really don't understand why........" But he lifted his left foot up and went to try and stuff his foot in. "Oh no, not like that," she told him. She reached over and took the stocking from him. She worked it in her hands, gathering the material up into a doughnut. Then she held it open by his toes. He moved his foot in and Tilly pulled the material up his foot, then ankle. He could already feel how delicate the material felt. He pushed his foot out and down as Tilly allowed the material to encase his calf, then knee. "Stand up for a moment," she told him. She then worked the material up his thigh until the stay-up band was settled into place some 6 inches from his knickers. She fleetingly glanced at his knickers, the bulge looked bigger, but that may have been because she was much closer. Carl could not help but notice what he thought was the very feminine band of black lace that now encircled his leg. Almost every movement of his leg elicited a little shift of material, each shift like a gentle stroke, a tickle. While he was taking this in Tilly had prepared the other stocking. "Sit down again and lift your other foot up," Tilly instructed. This was a little more clumsy, this was his right foot and Tilly had to reach across his left side. Tilly's arm brushed against Carls left leg. She tried to avoid it but as Carl poked his toes into the stocking they became caught which pulled Tilly further over and she lost her balance half falling onto Carls left leg. Carl quickly adjusted his foot and pushed into the stocking again with more success and the process of his right leg being nyloned proceeded as before. Tilly pulled herself up off of Carl's leg. He could not help but enjoy every touch Tilly made on his stockinged leg. "Stand up so I can finish the job," she asked. He stood facing her as she worked the 2nd stocking up his thigh and into place. Once again she could not help noticing his bulge. It looked different, not just a little bigger but a different shape. She pulled her gaze away and found the top from the pile on the bed. It was a crisp white button up blouse with a vary narrow fold down collar. It was quite plain with just a little detailing along the edge of the collar. She watched as he put the top on. Like most ladies tops it was quite short in the body, his underwear still clearly visible. Tilly became thoughtful for a moment recalling when she had first discovered the delights of hosiery and how turned on she would get and still does a lot of the time. 'Was Carl enjoying this?' she wondered. Carl was struggling with the buttons on the top, they were the opposite to what he was used to. Still every movemt of his legs gave him a caress and he was enjoying it. Enjoying it to the point that he was subconsciously moving his legs on purpose. He wanted to touch and feel his own legs now, to enjoy the sensory experience. Earlier he had looked at Tilly's legs encased in white nylon and admired how feminine they looked. Now his legs were in black nylon, and it was not so much feminine looking to him but more.....sexy. He finished the buttons and stood on the spot fidgeting. "Time for the trousers," she knelt down and held them open for him.The stretchy black material was narrow at the top with the elasticated waist. He stepped in one side with Tilly making sure his foot feed straight through the entire leg. The other foot followed and Tilly then worked them up his legs. The trousers were snug and dragged across his legs as they were pulled up. Tilly pulled them up high around his middle tucking in the tails of the blouse. Carl was quiet, his inner thoughts occupying him. This clothing felt so different, combinations of caressing, light tickling and snug, embracing feelings. Tilly stood back a moment and watched. Carl stood perfectly still and involuntarily took in a deep breath. His eyes closed for just a moment. Something was going on inside his head she was sure. "Come and sit on my vanity stool a moment." Suddenly broken from his thoughts he mindlessly did as asked. Tilly began to brush his blonde hair. It was straight and looked like it was due a wash. Having gone around his head she noted that the ends were all different lengths. It must have been some time since it had been cut. Trying to make his hair look tidy would be difficult. But that is what Ms Thornbury had wanted. As she continued to brush it she wondered if it was long enough to put up. She grabbed a hair band and started to gather his hair bit by bit from all sides. Finally with a little struggle she managed to put the band around it. For Carl it was quite relaxing. He had never had his hair brushed like that from anyone else. He could have sat there for ages. Then it got better as Tilly brushed upwards it was like a satisfying massage to his scalp. "There we go, that should do. What do you think?" Tilly waited for Carl to turn and check his reflection. It took Carl a second to even move, but then he turned towards the mirror. He stared at himself. His hair all pulled up from around his neck and off his face. Just visible from his view was the short but fanned out hair that stuck up high at the crown of his head. With every little move he could feel the weight and pull of it on his head. The whole effect was to further elongate his narrow face. His nose a prominant feature. It all made him look so completely different. "I think we should get back down stairs." Tilly held out her hand. Carl pulled his eyes away from the mirror. "I look and feel so different," he told her as he took her hand and stood up. Ms Thornbury looked up from the armchair as Tilly led Carl into the lounge. She smiled warmly at what she saw. The unfamiliar sensations continued to assault Carls senses as he walked. Each step he felt like he could feel every fibre of the carpet through his nylon covered soles. He now stood some 7 ft from Ms Thornbury in her armchair. His mind flitting from one feeling to another then to the situation he found himself. "That is much better.........tell me Carl.........how do you feel?" she asked. Carl's mind ran riot, the multitude of things he could reveal to her zipped through his mind. Time elapsed while considering his answer. Ms Thornbury spoke again. "Look at yourself Carl............" He did just that, looking down his body, his white top that was tucked into the black trousers. "..........do you feel special, smart, isn't it nice to be well presented?" she asked again. "Errrmm......well yeah........it's nice," he replied not sure how to word it. "Tell me Carl, what exactly is 'nice'?" she asked. Carl had no idea what to say to her. "I .....I.......it's all.....nice," feeling uncomfortable at being quizzed by her. "Feeling nice, special, well presented Carl. This is the frame of mind I need you in. When speaking to the public you need to be well presented visually, but also present yourself well with how you speak. They go hand in hand with each other." Carl nodded his understanding, glad that she had not pushed him for more detail. "Right, well it is just past 9pm. We have less than 30 minutes so I suggest we make a start. Tilly, perhaps you could leave us for while so that there are no distractions." "Of course Ms Thornbury," Tilly replied and she quickly left the room closing the door behind her. "Come and stand closer to me Carl," she beckoned him forward. With him just a foot away from her she stopped him. She held a couple of books, one them she passed to Carl. Carl was first made to read the first sentence. Then read it again but he was asked to change how he did it. Over and over again the first sentence was repeated. A little slower. Open your mouth wider. Exagerate your vowels. Again a little slower. Breath through your speech. Head up to open your airway. Chest out. Remeber your vowels. She kept adding instructions and to repeat the same thing over and over. Finally Ms Thornbury announced it was 9.30 and called a halt to his lesson. "It has been a slow start Carl, but it is just a start and it will get better and easier as your get used to it." "Yes, Ms Thornbury," he replied in his best voice. "What size feet do you have Carl," she asked him out of the blue. "I take a size eight Ms Thornbury," he again replied in what sounded a little mechanical. But at least he was making the effort. ""Ok, thank you. Now go and change and I'll see you back here just before 8pm tomorrow." Ms Thornbury stood up and opened the lounge door. "Tilly?" she called out. "Yes Ms Thornbury," came a reply from the dining room where she had been reading a book. "Will you take Carl up to get changed so he can go home please Tilly." "Of course Ms Thornbury. Come on Carl," and she took his hand like earlier and lead him upstairs. A short while later Carl was making his way home strangely conscious of his clothing. It's surprisingly rough feel having been clad in more luxurious fabrics. He actually missed the feelings. 40. Grooming Terry Ms Thornbury stepped into the theatre through the swing doors. Row upon row of red seats spread out in front of her. There was some activity on the stage and she spotted two heads about five rows back from the front and she made her way down to see them. As she reached the end of the row she called out, "Good afternoon gentlemen." Both Steve and Terry turned to see Connie. "Good afternoon Ms Thornbury," was replied. "I can see you are both busy, when you are free Terry come up to my office please." She turned and walked back up towards the swing doors without waiting for any kind of reply. Terry did reply as she walked away. He fleetingly wondered if he had done something wrong. It was just past 12.30pm when he knocked on Ms Thornburys office door. "Come in," came the reply from within. Terry opened the door and walked in. Closing the door behind him he went to take seat. Ms Thornbury got up as he sat, she walked around her desk and approached Terry, she took his head in her hands, one under his chin and the other the top of his head. He found himself looking up at her as she had pushed his head back. "Still using the moisturiser?" she asked as she studied his skin. "Yes, but it ran out this morning," he replied quickly. "Have you got any plans for lunch time Terry?" she asked. Terry thought she wanted another lunch date. "Oh, nothing. I'm free," he said happily. "Well I suggest you go to Boots and get yourself some more moisturiser then," came a rather curt reply. "and while you are there perhaps you should consider getting something to help you get rid of the forest that is growing in your ears and up your nose," she added as she released his head and walked back around to her seat. Terrys face took on a surprised look. His surprise left him speechless for a moment. No lunch date, but he had been admonished instead. He felt a little hurt for a moment. "Connie, that's a bit h-" he finally spoke up but was cut off. "I don't like it Terry. You need to deal with it," she told him straight. "Is that......one of your little dislikes?" he asked her. "Yes Terry.........one of them," she replied. "Pop in later and let me know how you got on." And with that she returned to her work. "Right, I'll......see you later." And Terry left her office feeling quite dejected. But he knew what he needed to do. It was early afternoon when as asked he knocked on Ms Thornburys office door again. "Come in," came the now familiar response. Once inside he quickly sat down with a carry bag at his feet. "I did as you suggested Connie," he said hoping for a warmer response this time. "So you got some moisturiser?" she asked as she sat back in her chair. "Yes, the same one you gave me," he told her. "And what about the grooming you needed?" she asked. "Well I got a multifunctional hair grooming kit," he said quite pleased with himself. "Well done Terry," she said evenly. "You know I think you should unpack it right now and tidy yourself up," she said now showing signs of a smile. Terry would have assumed that his personal grooming would be done at home in his own time. But he had already learnt that Connie did things a little differently. He pulled the new kit from the bag and went to undo it. "Not in here Terry, go take care of it in your office or the gents toilets if you don't have a mirror handy," she said. "Come back and show me when are done." It is always a good idea to keep your boss happy, but for Terry, with the prospect of an intimate relationship, it was becoming a need. He quickly scurried off and got to grips with the grooming device and all of it's attachments. He spent over 30 minutes focusing on his nose and ears. Checking them in the gents mirror a couple of times before declaring himself done. As asked Terry returned to Ms Thornburys office. "Ah, Terry.....take a seat," she said quite businesslike before she got up and walked around her desk. Like before she took his head in her hands. She moved it up, then side to side before lifting his face up again. She stood over him looking down at his face, a suble smile just showing. "Well done Terry, You've done a good job." Terry at last felt a little pride and satisfaction at pleasing her. "I like it," she added before slowly lowering her browny red lipsticked lips to his. Her hair fell forward at each side of her head forming a curtain. Her hair tickled his head and ears, a foreign sensation. She still held his head at the top and by the chin. He welcomed her advances initially as their lips met. It was what he had hoped for. With her close proximity he inhaled her scent, her perfume, her cosmetics. The sensuous touch of her lips on his, it was a heady mix that turned him on, made him hard in just a few seconds. His breathing quickened just as quickly. He held back, not wanting to come across too assertive. Instinctively he raised his arms to try and embrace Connie, but as he did so she took him by surprise. Forcing his head back further, suddenly his back side slipped on the seat. His feet lost purchase on the floor and he slumped. Now laying back he used his hands to grip the seat to stop himself from slipping down further as his back side was mostly off the front of the seat. "MMMMMmbbbbbbb," was all he could muster from under her lips. Now precariously balanced and unable to use his hands Connie pressed home her advantage. This is just how she wanted him, defenceless! Her tongue barged it's way between his lips and danced with his tongue. He tried to penetrate her lips with his tongue but she was having none of it. His arms were already tired from holding himself up on the chair. He felt off balance and vulnerable. It all made him feel out of control, helpless and a little frantic. Connie though, she was not frantic or feverish. She was just commanding. She took his mouth and used it just as she liked. She knew all too well what she was doing. Finally Terry's arms gave out, he could hold himself up no longer. The kiss was broken, Terry ended up sat on the floor in front of the chair. His breathing hard and fast. She looked down at him as he looked up. She smiled through the look of hunger on her face. Her breathing just a little faster. After a moment he scrambled to his feet, he desperately wanted to redress the balance and give her a strong kiss back. This was not what he was used to, this was not what his base instincts were. But as he stood and turned to face her, he stopped. There was something in her stare, something in her eyes that made him falter. He hesitated, he was going to step forward and give her the kiss he thought she wanted....the kiss of a man. But he froze, something told him not to do that. Something in her stare. Then Connie took a step forward, for some reason; even though he wanted her, Terry stepped back. He really didn't understand why in that split second. Connie took another larger step and he backed up again. His subconscious mind leaked into his conscious mind.........Connie had dominated him........in everything they did.........Connie was dominant........in everything they would do. It was subconscious fear that made him stop, made him back up. Connie took a third step, Terry backed up again, this time stopped by her office door. Connie reached forward with her right hand and held his chin between her thumb and finger. It was a firm grip, but not painful. She closed the gap between them. Her face, her eyes now quite close showed unerring confidence. The look of a hunter. Even though he could not see his own face he could sense it. Connie saw the hunted in his eyes, she saw an element of fear. "Terry," Connies voice even and commanding, "put your arms over my shoulders, around my neck." There was no question of him doing it, but it's significance became more apparent as his arms draped over her shoulders. She had him in what most would recognise traditionally as the submissive position, the womans position. It had a strange affect on him, he was without doubt being pushed into the submissive role in this relationship. Of course he understood that she was bossy, that as his boss she could and would have him follow her lead. To his mind this was normanl in many relationships, but when it came to physical contact the male showed his dominance. But not with Connie, she wanted to be, 'was' in fact dominant in everything. Connie moved in to again to engage lips with him. Terry took it, not daring to fight back this time. She held his chin in place and without hesitation invaded his mouth with her tongue. Despite having to submit, her kissing was still amazing. "UUUUMMMMMMM...........ehhhh." Terry physically flinched as the mufled cries came from him. Connie still held his chin firmly. His head pinned to the door as she kissed him. But her left hand had found the hard lump under his trousers. Her finger and thumb lightly pinching the head. Terry went to remove his arms from her neck. His instinct was to defend his cock. He was super excited, his penis was super sensitive and he was not sure if he could stop himself from cumming. That would be a little embarrassing, to shoot that quickly. Connie broke the kiss "Oh no you don't, put your arms back." She held a fierce stare at him. He meekly complied. Her stare had him closing his eyes, he could not look away properly with her hand around his chin. "ooohhhh........mmmmmmm.......ppllease Connie," he begged as she dragged a finger nail over his cock. He dare not anger her by moving his arms. He was stuck. He was made to endure what she wanted to do to him. She returned to kissing, this time she didn't smother him. She licked around his lips at first making him "Aaaggghhh," at the sensuous sensation. Then her tongue renewed it's dominance in his mouth. A strained, "MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm," was heard. His reaction to Connie pinching his cock again. This time though she continued to toy with him. Rubbing, scratching with her nails, pinching and squeezing. Terry tried his best to take it. "Uuuuuuurrgghh.........MMMMMmmmm........Ooooooooaaaahhhh....... .MMMMMmmmmm..." he went as she played with him. Her kissing a relentless domination of him as she stroked and played with his bulging trousers. It had only been a minute, he couldn't take it any longer. The feelings were just too much for him. His breathing now frantic through his nose as she continued to kiss him. "MMm......mmmm....mmmm....mmmmmmm....aaaahhhhhhhhhhh." And finally he twitched, his body convulsed and he shot stream after stream of cum into his underwear. Still Connie kissed him, through it all he had been at her mercy. He went still, she eased away from his lips and released his chin. His face red and flushed. Traces of her lipstick all over his lips. His head slumped down, feeling shame at what he had done. At his lack of control. His arms still draped over Connie's shoulders, they would stay until she allowed him to move them. Inside she was pleased with how this had gone, having shown him how she wanted things to be he had reacted with a little resistance at first but soon he; if a little unwillingly, accepted the submissive role. She stepped back, allowing his arms to fall free of her shoulders. Still he looked down at the floor. His breathing now calming. His mind saying 'Oh fucking hell....oh fucking hell' over and over again. Now down from the high he was evaluating his situation. This woman was both amazing and now down right scary at the same time. He started to wonder if this was a good move, if he could handle what she threw at him. What would happen if he wanted to call it off? He wondered how she would react. "Terry.........Terry....." Finally he glaced up at her. His face still red. "Are you ok?" she asked with a caring tone. He looked back down, he didn't know what to say. "Come here," she said. Connie took his hands and put them on her shoulders as she lightly embraced him. She gently coaxed his head into laying against her shoulder. "It's all fine, there's nothing to worry about," she told him. After a few moments she spoke again. Releasing him again she stepped back. "We need to get you sorted out Terry," she told him. Finally he found his voice. "I'm so sorry.......I can't imagine what you think of me." She lifted his chin up so she could look him in the eyes. "Terry...... you did exactly what I hoped you would. I hope you enjoyed it." "But Connie, I feel useless. I had no staying power." He looked like he could cry. His long time out of a relationship must have left him short of stamina. "Listen Terry" she said calmly "Did you like it?" she waited for his reply. He thought for a moment, it felt wrong to say yes. Surely he was expected to please her? Not the other way around. "Don't over think this, it's a straight forward question. Just be honest with me," she said trying to coax an answer from him. After a few seconds he slowly nodded his head, then whispered, "Yessss." "Wonderful, that is all you need be concerned about," she told him. "I liked what you did, you followed my instructions and I wanted to show my appreciation." He looked at her, his thoughts now battling to understand this relationship, not sure if he could deal with it. It was foreign to him, even when he was married his relationship with his wife was more equal than this. He would have a say; if not the final say, in everything. But with Connie, it was her way only. He had felt so out of control a few minutes ago which was hard to cope with. But by god the pleasure was immense. Finally he replied, "Ok........I...undertand." "Good, now get those trousers off," she instructed. His underwear was now feeling cold and uncomfortable, he did need to do something. He unbuckled his belt, undid the button and zip and holding the waist band stepped carefully out of them. Connie took them from him, folded them and placed them carefully on her desk. She turned around again. "Now get those soggy briefs off," she commanded. "Just some tissues will be ok Connie," he suggested. "I can clean it up." Connie shook her head, a disgusted look on her face. "Ahhh nnooo, that is just not acceptable. That's sticky and smelly, you can't possibly go the rest of the day like that. Get them off......now!" she insisted. Terry had already learnt not to argue with her. With resignation he eased his underwear down slowly. He took great care not to spread his mess around. Finally he stood up with them pinched between his finger and thumb. Connie now stood in front of him with her waste bin. "In here Terry," as she held it out for him. "But ....." he started to protest. "Oh come on , just put them in," she said inpatiently. He didn't want to throw his underwear away, but her sharp tone was enough to motivate him to comply. He dropped them in the bin. A moment later she pulled a wet wipe from a packet and approached him. She unceremoniously wiped his genitals clean with the cold wet cloth. This too was then discarded in the bin. "Wait a moment while you dry off," she said as she started to rummage in a bag behind her desk. She pulled out a packet, undid it and removed something, he could not make out what it was. She walked back over to him. Whatever she had in her left hand was scrunched material. "How are you doing, are we dry yet?" Her right hand brushed aside his shirt tails and her fingers tickled under his balls. He was a little surpised at her touch, took in a deep breath. She wrapped her hand around his now mostly soft penis. She gently stroked and squeased. "Mmm," followed by another deep inhalation. His cock still felt sensitive and it felt good straight away. She then just held it gently, feeling it swell again slowly. Just a little gentle squeeze felt really good. It hardened properly with a couple more squeezes. All the while she looked into his face, could see what he was feeling. Now a little glassy eyed and his face flushed. His view of her face underlined his thoughts about this relationship. She was calm, confident and wore a slight smile as she held him. Barely moving her right hand, she had coaxed his cock back to full on stiffness. Satisfied that he was as turned on as he was likely to get, she let go. Bending down in front of him, she unraveled the small bundle of fabric. She held them open. "Step in Terry," she ordered. Terry had watched her open them up, had seen the see through black lace design. He knew these were not intended for a man. He hesitated just a second, his penis straining, aching for a touch weekened his resolve. It only took a second to consider what Connie's reaction might be if he refused. Just before she was about to prompt him he raised his left foot and stepped in, his right foot followed. Connie waisted no time in dragging the entirely lace boy cut black briefs up his legs. They stretched out to accommadate his thighs and then back side. His cock now pinned to his lower belly by the black lace. Connie didn't let go straight away. She ran her hands over his lace covered sides, then bottom and back around to his front where she toyed with his cock. She wanted to keep him hard for as long as possible. "Ahhhh.......god." He could not help it. His penis twitched from the pleasure. She could not take him the full distance again. That was not her aim. She fetched his trousers and handed them back to him. But before he could put them on. "You know what I would like Terry?" she put to him. He paused with his trousers still folded in his hand, he looked up at her face. Ms Thornbury pointed at his crotch. "Do something about this forest down here, it looks so unsightly." He unravelled his trousers and proceeded to put them on. The feeling of them around his lace briefs was very tactile. His hardness being brushed against was only serving to keep him hard. "Now that we have taken good care of you, I have work to do as I am sure you do too." That was that, all of a sudden he was dismissed. Shepperded out of the door, with a hard on that was visible if you looked closely enough. "Let's talk tommorrow," she added before closing the door. Terry stood outside her office, his elevated breathing and his heart beat was all he could hear. His stiffness trapped in black lace was all he could feel. Moments later he slowly made his way back to his office and did his best to calm himself and get some work done.........but without much success. 41. Carl's caresses Carl set off for Ms Thornburys house again Tuesday evening. Despite the fact that his spare time was being taken up by the added tuition he was under, the thought of returning to Ms Thornburys house suddenly felt exciting to him. He recalled the events of the previous evening as he walked. Butterflies started deep in hes belly. The woman's tuition though was not the cause of his feelings. It was the feeling of the soft fabrics and the new found friendship with Tilly. It was Tilly who answered the front door to him. "Hi Carl," she said cheerfully, "come on in." Carl noted once again her gentle friendly nature. He could not help but smile at her. "Hi Tilly." He stepped inside and Tilly closed the door just as Ms Thornbury appeared. "Good evening Carl, it's good to see you are on time again." Her manor still quite businesslike. "Carl, Tilly will take you to get ready. Run along now, let's not waste time," she urged. Carls excitment grew stronger as Tilly held out her hand to him. He caught a glimpse of her glossy pink oval nails as his hand took hers. Tonight she was wearing a cerise pink lace dress. It was lined of course, had a crew neck, sleeves down to her elbow and the hem of the skirt sat just above her knees. Her make up was perfect. Her lip colour just a couple of shades darker than the dress. Her shortish dark hair was curled from half way down making it puff out in a short bob. As they started climbing the stairs he noticed her black nyloned legs and classy looking pink swede court shoes. Her trim back side wiggled from side to side as she climbed each step. Carl's impression of Tilly was enhanced further. Yesterday she was the gentle, feminine, kind creature that helped him. Today she appeared to be everything from yesterday but sexy with it. Like the day before Carl undressed, and Tilly helped him get dressed again. With the black knickers in place Tilly handed Carl the hold up stockings. Carl sat on the bed, then paused. "Can you do it for me .....please?" he asked shyly. "I am sure you can do it if you remeber how I did yesterday and you take care with them," Tilly replied trying to get him to do things for himself. But Carl didn't move. "I'd really be much happier if you could help me." Tilly relented and sat down next to him. Like the day before she dressed him, then again she helped him with the trousers after the blouse was in place. The close interaction with Tilly and the feeling of the clothing was having it's affect on the young man. Much to his embarrassment the outline of his stiff penis was clear. But now he was lost in the theraputic feeling of Tilly brushing and putting his hair up. He turned to see his reflection, his face taking on a different look. It actually made his face and neck a little slender looking. Suddenly he felt Tilly lift his ankle. Her touch of his trousers on top of the stocking was sensuous. She quickly slipped a shoe on his foot and placed back down. His foot now forced into sloping forward. He looked down at her as she did the same to the other foot, enjoying her touch. Only now noticing the shoe. The black leather Mary Jane style with thin strap over his ankle. The heel a modest 1 and a half inches was a little narrower than the show itself and to Carl felt much higher. Tilly had wondered if he might resist with the shoes, but he had not said a word. He just allowed her to keep going. "Ok, time to stand up," she prompted him. Without saying a word he stood up. Clearly he noticed the additional height of the heels but adjusted. She smiled at him, looking up a little more now with the additional height. "I think I did a better job with your hair tonight, you look very smart," she told him. He smiled back at her. "Thank you Tilly." Taking his hand she walked him out of her room and down to the lounge. Like the day before Carl felt the tickle and caress of the fabrics as he walked and it was quite adictive. But the shoes added another dimention, the shoes changed his posture and the way he walked. Adding the shoes to the rest of the clothing actually made him feel feminine. It was kind of fun yesterday, nice, but it was like the addition of the shoes changed everything. It felt feminine, made him feel 'girly' and further shamed at how it was making him feel. "Oh my, look at you," Ms Thornbury exclaimed as he entered the lounge. Carl said nothing, just smiled a little weekly at her compliment. Tilly was dismissed so they could begin his lesson. He stood again, apparently it helped his posture when speaking. She again took root in her armchair. The tuition from Ms Thornbury was intense. She was relentless, kept pushing Carl to keep repeating and improving. He found it hard to keep up. He glanced at the clock, it had only been twenty minutes. She pressed on. His pronunciation of words slowly taking on a clear well rounded sound. But Ms Thornbury wanted more. She wanted softer, less harsh tones. She wanted higher pitch, especially at the end of sentences. He didn't question any of it, just endured as best he could. With an hour gone, she was clearly pleased with some progress. She asked him to move about perform menial tasks such as picking up an ornament and moving it to another part of the room at the same time as talking. She wanted him to be able to continue with what he had learnt even when not concentrating solely on his voice. The result was as she expected and his speech started to suffer from his mind being elsewhere. He was going to need much more training. It was 9.15am when she paused the training. "How do you think it is going Carl?" she asked him. "....and remember to answer in your best voice," she added. "Iit iiss serloowlee gehttinggg beatterrh," he replied as best he could. "Again, In your best voice Carl. Describe to me what you are wearing," she instructed him. "But in addition I want you to run your hands across what your are describing as you go. Start with your outer wear please," she added. Carl didn't need reminding of what he was wearing, he could feel it, sense it. But now he needed to say it and he felt a rising sense of shame. He felt himself go red, his cheeks warmed as he mentally prepared himself. He decided to start at his feet, the shoes. Carl crouched down to run his hand across one of the shoes. "I am wearing black shoes," he stated clearly. "They are Mary Jane shoes Carl," she added. "Carry on." He stood up again, then running his hand along his thigh. "I have black trousers." The feeling of his hand running across his leg, through the layers of material was very sensuous. "Wool and spandex mix in bootcut style," she informed him. Carl moved on to the top, running his hands up and down his torso. "The top is white." "Carl, it's a cotton blouse. Now you need to keep up the voice, please try this one again," she instructed him. Carl nodded. "I am wearing a white cotton blouse." "Much better Carl. Now on to the underwear. Remove your trousers," she told him. Carl's embarrassment grew stronger but he knew he must comply with her wishes. He worked his thumbs into each side and eased them done bit by bit until he could step out of them. "Fold them neatly please Carl, then place them on the sofa." He did a clumsy job of the folding but Ms Thornbury let it go. "Now what are you wearing on your legs?" she prompted him to continue. His hand shook a little as he started to stroke his hand down his leg "B.....black...s..stockings," he said struggling with his composure as he tickled himself. "20 denier lace top black stockings Carl," she informed him. She was leaning back in her armchair now and staring at him. Carl moved on to the last thing, his hands now running up each side across the knickers. "I am wearing black ..." he swallowed, "...black knickers." "Your voice is slipping again Carl. Let's try again, only this time you tell me they are 'MY black lace knickers' and I want you to run your hands over all sides of them and I don't want you to stop unless I say so." Carl nodded nervously, then started to run his hands over the stretch lace fabric. "My .......black....lace...knickers," he managed to say betwenn mini gasps as his hands slipped over the material catching his very stiff penis. "Well done Carl, don't stop what you are doing." His penis was hard, as hard as it had ever felt and his breathing had started to become more frantic. "Look down at yourself Carl," she told him. He did. "Move your shoes together please," she instructed him. Again he did as asked. "I want you to practice your speach again, keep doing as you are. Now say, 'My black lace knickers and stockings.' Repeat it Carl." He looked down at the knickers, his hands still stroking up, down, across and round. His penis now super sensitive and he was trying not to get too excited. But it was building, he could feel it. He wanted to stop, it was super embarrassing but then it felt so good and he wanted to continue. "My black lace....knickersss and.....sto..ckings. Ummm. My black lace....knickers and.sto.ckingsssss. Arrgh... Myyy b black lace.... knickers nd. ug....stockings. My bbblack lacee knick..uurrrss uuurrrggghhh ooowwww ggooooodd." His body could hold it no more. With his eyes closed he quirmed on the spot as he came. His right hand over his penis, the hot sticky fluid now covering his palm. It dribbled through the lace and hit the floor. He stood still, his breathing still a little laboured and his eyes still closed. He could feel the warmth of his cheeks. The room silent except the his own heartbeat and his breathing. The cooling and conjealing jism now feeling icky. It took a minute, but he finally opened his eyes. He caught the glimpse of a smile on Ms Thornburys face as she looked back at him. "That is good progress Carl, we will need to keep working at it," she said in a quite matter of fact fashion. She stood up, walked past the young man and opened the door and left the room. He felt silly still standing there but he soon heard her return. "Come along Carl," Tilly called from the doorway. 'OMG' did Tilly have to see him in this predicament. He glanced round at her. "Carl, Tilly will take care of you. Run along now," Ms Thornbury instructed. With a moments hesitation Carl turned to face Tilly. His right hand still covering the front of the knickers. Tilly took in the sight before her, despite Ms Thornbury advising her in advance it was still eye opening. The half dressed young man looked totally ashamed. She held out her hand and Carl sheepishly stepped forward and allowing Tilly to take his left hand. An uncomfortable walk back to Tilly's room followed. The black slacks left descarded on the sofa. In Tilly's room she helped him out of the blouse, shoes then stockings. Then she held out a box of tissues for him. "Here you go. clean yourself up while I look the other way." And she stepped around the bed to look out of the window into the darkness. "Why do you think she did that to me?" Carl suddenly asked as he pulled the underwear down. "Is it not obvious Carl?" she replied a light friendly mocking tone. She heard him pulling a few tissues from the box. "Not really." "Ms Thornbury was testing your ability to maintain control over your speach while multitasking and being distracted. You did quite well as I understand it," Tilly informed him. Tilly could here him start to get dressed again. "But you know what happened....right?" he asked her. Tilly nodded her head...... "Yessss." She could not but help sound amused. "It's not funny Tilly," he replied still feeling embarrassed. "In fact I am now feeling quite angry at how she has treated me. It's abuse Tilly......abuse." Having heard the zip of his jeans, she turned around again to see him as he grabbed his top and dragged it over his head. "Sorry Carl, perhaps you should let her know how you feel," Tilly suggested. Carl was silent for a moment. "Trouble is......I don't want to .......to give her a reason to give me the boot. I feel like I am already hanging by a thread." "If you say nothing, then it may well happen again." She put to him. "Are you prepared to have this happen again?" she then challenged him. He started to bite the nail of his right thumb. "No.....you're right Tilly. I need to make it clear to her that it is not right, that it's just not acceptable." Despite his words, Tilly could tell he was nervous about this. Now ready to leave, Carl followed Tilly down the stairs. At this point Carl would just happily leave by the front door. Tilly however strode straight into the lounge. "Ms Thornbury, Carl would like a word," she announced and then took a seat at the end of the sofa, sat back and crossed her black nyloned legs. Carl stood in the doorway and watched Tilly take her seat. He edged forward nervously into the room. "Oh do come in Carl, don't dither in the doorway," Ms Thornbury berated. Carl knew now he may as well just do this and he stepped more purposfully forward until he was in the centre of the room. "So how can I help you young man?" Ms Thornbury asked. "Well........it's about earlier...." he started. "Oh Carl, don't worry about it," she retored quickly. 'Dammit' he thought, she thinks I am apologising. "Ms Thornbury.....please......" She stared up at him, waiting for him to continue. "What happened earlier should not have happened........and........well it should not happen again........it's wrong." There, he said it. He took a deep breath, and waited for her response. Ms Thornbury took a moment to consider her answer. "Carl.........are you apologising for your little accident?" she asked with a quizzical look. "Uhhh....n..no I," he spluttered. "Then what exactly are you saying?" she asked. "Ms Thornbury........you........made me, what you asked me to do made me .........caused it .....the accident." Now quite flustered he finally got his words out. "Oh, I see. You think I am somehow responsible," she said dismissively. Carl nodded his head gently, slowly. His nervousness removed any conviction in his actions. Tilly continued to watch with interest, her head flitting from side to side as the conversation continued. It was like she was watching a tennis match. "i think young man..........you need to look a little closer to home," came her reply. Carl looked confused. His jaw dropped a little. "Ms Thornbury, I'm not sure I understand you." "Carl, I didn't ask you to......squirt. I only asked you to practice your speech while distracted. To test your ability to keep it up." "But Ms Thornbury, you..." he started. "You squirted Carl, because something excited you," she cut him off. "That is what your issue is. It was nothing to do with me," she said matter of factly. "But you had me...." he tried to protest again. "You're a sissy Carl. That is what happens to sissies. They get excited by feminine things. You got excited by feminine things and you squirted in your feminine things Carl." She spelled it out to him as clear as she could. Not scornful, but direct. Carl stood frozen to the spot. Her words swam around inside his head. She called him a sissy, and in front of Tilly. He could feel the heat rising up his head. Like a thermometer the red colour got higher and higher. He had never been called that, by anyone. He was not a sissy, how could she say that. But there was this nagging doubt, the bit that made him go red so quickly. He didn't want to accept it, but he knew that there was some truth in her words. Had she been wrong, he would be confident in his denial. But stood red faced now, it was as good as admitting his guilt. "Now Carl, is that the end of the matter?" she asked. He could not find the ability to argue anymore. His own shame getting the better of him, he just wanted to go home. "Yes Ms Thornbury," he replied meekly. "Good, now remember you are report to Ms Short tomorrow and Thursday mornings and I'll see you again next Monday," she concluded. "Yes Ms Thornbury," he repeated. Then after hesitating a moment he left the room and Ms Thornbury and Tilly heard the front doof open, then close. "Is he like me?" Tilly asked. "A little at least Tilly. We will have to wait and see." 42. Carl's first steps Terry stood in his bathroom, having used the toilet he now stared at his reflection, at the hairless crotch. It had taken him nearly two hours the previous night to carefully shave all around and across his genitals. A stroke of his palm across his skin made him realise how stubbly it felt. But it did look clean and clear of hair, and that is what she wanted. The cool air around him now a little more noticaable. He got on with the task of washing and then getting dressed for a busy day ahead. At the same time Carl lay awake in his bed, still had the duvet pulled up around his neck. His first thoughts that morning were of the previous evening. He could still here her voice 'your a sissy.' It was not nasty, it was straight to the point and it burned into his head. Now that it was in his head, he could not get it out. The words swam in circles around his mind like the Waltzer at the funfair. It was something that had never crossed his mind before, but now it was different. Some three hours later Carl was working his way to the dance studios at the back of the theatre. For the time being his nerves and thoughts of what the day would bring dominted. His 'sissy' fear was finally bannished, for now at least. As he got closer he could here the echoing sound of music, then the clear shrill voice barking out instructions. Stepping up to the double doors, he peared through the window. Spread around the large room were a group of girls all in exercise leotards and tights. Then he spotted the source of the load penetrating voice. She was tiny compared to him, he half recognised her but he couldn't be sure. Perhaps they may have crossed paths in the theatre when he was working. Her long hair was pulled together in a low pony tail that rested on her back. It struck him as funny that such a voice could come from someone so small. It was then that one of the girls had spotted him and pointed to the door. Ms Short turned her head. She raiser her right hand, crooked a finger and beckoned him in. As instructed he pushed the door open and he was in the brightly lit studio, Ms Short and all the dancers all stared in his direction. Ms Short looked him up and down. "Please tell me......you're not Carl are you?" she said with a frown. Rather than speak Carl nodded his head. He watched as her shoulders visibly dropped. He didn't understand why she appeared to be so dissapointed at his arrival. Ms Short turned her attention back to her class of girls. "Right, I have to leave you for a while now. Spend an hour practicing both routines we have just gone through. I expect you all to be perfectly in time with each other buy the time I get back." Ms Short strode towards him. "Come with me," she instructed as she passed him, then out through the double doors into the corridor. He followed her quick stride, always a pace behind even though he tried to catch up with her. She bowled her way into a changing room before she turned to face him. "Carl, I see no sign of a kit bag and what you are wearing is completely unsuitable. Do I assume you have not come prepared?" She almost demanded of him as she ran her eyes over his baggy jeans with the crotch almost to his knees. Carl was taken aback by this whirlwind of a woman. Her no nonsense, abrupt manner made him nervous. "I...I'm sorry Ms Sh...short. I don't have anything to ....for...." "Are you trying to tell me you do not have an exercise kit?" she cut in. Carl nodded before adding, "Eh aha." "Could you not have made the effort to purchase something?" she challenged him. Carl shook his head "Don't have the money," he replied. Ms Short looked him up and down, "wait here for me," she said as she strode back towards the door. "Actually, you can start getting undressed," she called back over her shoulder before going out of sight. After a moment of hesitation Carl started to undress and before long he sat on the bench in just his underpants. His clothing piled high and untidy next to him. It was several more minutes before the door was pushed open and in she strode with a cardboard box. Placing it down on the bench opposite she started to rummage through it's contents. He observed her pulling out items, checking the tags inside before putting them back in and shuffling the contents around again. Holding a black item in her hands she turned to look him up and down before letting out a sigh. "I have only got one option that might work, and you need to compromise. Otherwise I will have to report back to Ms Thornbury that you turned up completely unprepared," she told him. Carl sat forward, to show he was willing. "Ok Ms Short, I'll give it a........." He stopped talking as his eyes locked onto the matt black material she now held out to him. He could see what it was, he swallowed and got a sick feeling in his tummy. Surely she didn't expect him to put a girls leotard on. Surely it would not fit, it looked far too small. Ms Short noted the expression on his face, his nervous fear was evident. "Come along Carl, what's it to be. I can really do without having my time wasted," she prompted him. "I....I eerrr." Again he swallowed, tried to find the answer. Feel/be humiliated and embarrassed or face Ms Thornbury with the likelyhood of loosing his job at the theatre. "I....umm.....is there really nothing else?" "Oh for goodness sake Carl, I have already told you. It's simple.... are you willing or unwilling to give it a go?" Her frustration now very clear to him. Now with the sense that Ms Short was starting to lose patience with him he tentatively held out his hand towards the offered garment. As he took it slowly from her he felt how soft the material felt. His thoughts of the previous evening slipped back into his consciousness for a moment. "Now you will need to remove your underwear, they just won't work with this," she informed him. "It's the size that may be just too small. They do have a lot of elasticity which is why I think it mught be ok." Carl nodded to acknowledge what she had said. "I'll give you a minute to get it on." And she strode out once more leaving him in what felt like a defening silence. He jumped up suddenly, he knew that if he took his time she would be back in and on his case. He quickly whipped off his underwear. Then picked up the black leotard, he looked all around it and could find no buttons, poppers or other fastenings and concluded it must just stretch open. He pulled the neck of the garment and stepped in with one foot then the other. He realised he should have lined up the leg holes first and sat down on the bench to allow him to arrange his feet and the fabric. He pulled it up his legs. Standing up again he eased the garment up further. As he looked down at himself he wondered just how he had got himself into this position. The fabric now pulling up around his genitals felf soft, snug, warm and comforting. It instantly reminded him of his speech lessons with Ms Thornbury and what she had him wearing. There was a little thrill ran through him at that moment. The fabric had stretched easily to accommadate his tummy but now as he worked it up higher he began to realise that his height may be the issue. Each time he got the fabric up to his arm pits it pulled back down. He decided to work his arms into the long sleeves. This was not as easy as he had thought either. The stretchy material clung tightly to his arms and he had to work the material up his arms to get his hand out at the end. Now he could attempt to get the rest of it up and over his shoulders. This too took some work, like with the sleeves he had to adjust the fabric and work it up bit by bit until finally he had each shoulder covered by about 2 inches of black fabric. The intentionally wide neck of the leotard was stretched out across his chest like a big smile. It was now that he realised his enquipment was causing a lump in the fabric. There was nothing he could do to hide it but he guessed that was no different to when he had worn swimming trunks in the past. He started to walk towards the changing room door just as Ms Short pushed it open. "Are you done yet...does it fit?" "Coming Ms Short," he called back. His reply made her push the door wide open as he approached. "Ah, yes. It is a little snug for you but it should serve its purpose. Follow me." Bare footed Carl followed Ms Short conscious of the cold flooring. Into studio 2, the lights bright and a little blinding at first. This was set up just like the other room the girls were in. Carl could sense the fabric slipping between the cheeks of his bottom as he walked. He reached round and pulled it free. "Stand side on to the bar now," she told him. He walked over to the bar, taking in his reflection in the full wall of mirrors. He felt so foolish wearing this girls leotard. He turned to face Ms Short. "Our objective is to get you to walk with more grace, and let me tell you.....your posture is terrible especially for someone so young." Carl felt berrated, she was stern in her appraisal. Very business like. But he knew he had to see this through to keep his job. "Now while you are still not equiped properly, we will start on some basic exercises that will build strength in your muscles. You will need to this strength to perform the routines I will teach you. The routines I teach you will give you the skills to walk correctly. Is that understood Carl?" Carl quickly nodded. "Yes Ms Short." "Good, then we shall begin." His first task was bending at the knees and lowering himself. Then lifing back up as slowly as he could. That was hard on his muscles. But it went on, this time with his feet pointing at 11 and 1 o'clock, down, then up again. He was already struggling and could feel the heat in his muscles. Again he had to reach round and pull the fabric from his bottom. He already knew she ws not going to go easy on him. His feet now pushed together at the heel and pointing to 10 and 2 o'clock. Down, then back up. His legs trembled as he strained to do as she asked. She pushed him to have another go in the same position, she could see he was struggling. His arm stretching out now, his hand clasped to the bar to steady himself. Some 30 minutes later she gave him a breather from various demanding exercises. His legs trembled from fatigue. This was punishing, he could not see how he could keep going for the entire lesson. But the lesson then changed, Ms Short had him walking. She stood in the centre of the room while he did curcular laps around her. "Pull your shoulders back," she barked at him. He did so, it made him stand more upright. He kept walking, Ms Short kept watching. After another lap she barked again. "You're slouching again, shoulders back." Then, "Stop." She had stopped him next to the mirrored wall with the hand rail. "Feet together at the heel, now point your toes outwards." Carl did his best to comply, his feet again in the 10 and 2 o'clock position. "Put your hands above your head, palms together and pointing to the ceiling." Again he followed her instructions, feeling a little silly. "Lower yourself down ....slowly......keep your hands together...... that's it....down you go." His legs shaking, fatigued and feeling week. "Now up again......." Carl tried, but it was like he didn't have the strength anymore. "Come on Carl...UP....UP..." she bellowed. "Push up." Carl gritted his teeth, strained and pushed and finally got momentum and managed to stand up once again. His legs were like jelly. "Now...shoulders back and walk.........if you slouch again you will stop and perform the same exercise again. Keep walking...." Now that he knew what she was doing, it was kind of carrot and stick method. He could not face another muscle busting exercise like that. He concentrated, he must keep his shoulders back. He was winning, or so he thought. Ms Short then added to his instruction. "Now shorter steps Carl, I want each step to land with your heel no further than 6 inches from the toes of the other foot." Carl found this difficult straight away, he had to look down to see his feet. "Don't forget your shoulders Carl," she called out. "You should not need to look at your feet, I will tell you when you have it right." Carl quickly pulled his shoulders back and looked straight ahead. Now conscious of each step he slowed down placing each one carefully down. But as he reached the mirrored wall .... "Stop," she barked. "Heels together, toes apart, hands above your head." Carl slowly adopted the now familiar position in an attempt to delay the inevitable. "Down you go." Shaking all over he lowered himself. But this time he could physically not muster the strength to raise back up. Instead he lost balance and fell on to his side, he lay there exhausted. His bare feet now feeling a little sore in places. Ms Short stood over him. "Oh Carl, you are neither very fit or strong are you?" she waited a moment but all he could do was breath heavily and lay there. "We may as well call a halt to your training for today. Be back at the same time tomorrow and bring your leotard." With that she strutted her way out of the studio. After a minute Carl finally struggled to his feet. His legs still trembled and ached. He was cursing her inside his head. It was nothing short of punishment, and he was having to do it in an undersized girls leotard. Up to now he had managed not to let that get to him. He managed to focus on the task and put his atire to the back of his mind. 43. What lays ahead for Terry Terry sat in his office running through some ideas with Steve when Ms Thornbury opened the door and walked in. Both men looked up. "Ah Terry, I see you have company, come and see me once you are finished please." And without waiting for a reply she was out of sight and the door closed. Both men looked at each other and Steve spoke up. "You need to be careful with that one." Terry shrugged his shoulders, he didn't want to give anything away. Some 35 minutes later Terry made his way to Ms Thornburys office. He had butterflies in his tummy, like you would get from young love. It was a general nervousness that he had around Connie, she always surprised him with her way of doing things. She was very controlling, but she was beautiful and oh so desireable that he could not help like her. Even though his logical mind told him she was trouble, he could not help it, she was fascinating to him. 'knock, knock' "Come in," he heard from outside. He opened the door end entered. Connie sat at ger desk writing. She didn't look up. He closed the door behind him and took a seat. Moments later she placed the pen down and looked up. Her businesslike expression gave way to a smile. "Hello Honey." 'Honey' he thought. The term of endearment was a step further than she'd gone before. It was the warmest of welcomes she had eveR given him. After a second of surprise he smiled. "Hello....Connie," not really quite sure how he should reply. "Make sure you are free at 1pm to go and get lunch," she told him. It was said in a pleasant way but he knew it was an instruction. "Oh, yes....O..ok," he replied. "Now down to business." Her statement alone would suggest work was on her mind. However, the crooked smile that appeared on her face told him otherwise. "Was Terry a good boy last night?" she asked him. He stared back at her trying to read her mind. It was clear to her that he was not on her wave length. "Terry, did you tidy yourself up.....down stairs?" "Ooohhh....." He nodded his head in understanding. "Yes Connie." Her smiled broardened a little. "Well stand up and let me see." Wanting to keep her happy he got to his feet. Unbuckled his belt, undid his jeans, lowered his zip and peeled back the denim. It was then Connie gasped, but he didn't grasp why. As he glanced up he saw her face now showing annoyance. The warm friendly smile had vanished. "Terry........" He looked up to face her, his thumbs both under the waist band of his underwear. "When you left my office yesterday you were wearing delightful underwear that I gifted you. They were the reason we decided that you needed to tidy up down there." Terry had that sinking feeling, he now understood what she wanted. He had missed that point and she was not not happy with him. "i'm sorry......I just..............I didn't think," he blurted out in response. "No....you didn't did you," she practically shouted at him. Her annoyance very clear. He couldn't look her in the eye, his gaze dropped. "Take off your jeans and your underwear," she instructed him sternly. With some nerves, a feeling of being exposed and vulnerable he pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. Then, so as to get it over with as soon as possible he swiftly did the same with his underwear. He placed his discarded clothing on a spare chair and glanced back up to Connie. To his relief her stern face had softened. A subtle smirk on her lips as she inspected his denuded crotch. Connie stood up and walked round to the front of her desk. His eyes followed her and he admired her a moment. Her red button up blouse resting jently over her breasts that jiggled as she moved. Her black pencil skirt hugging the tails of the blouse to her waist and sculpting itself over her hips and down to just abover her knees. Black nylons as always clung to her legs and red suede court shoes finished her look. It was only when she crouched down and took the tip of his penis between thumb and fingers that her noticed her red nails. She inpsected his work a moment before getting up again. "You have actually done a very thorough job Terry. Well done." He was very glad of the compliment but could not help feeling spoken down to. She appeared in front of him a moment later, breaking his thoughts. She lowered herself before him again. "Step in please Terry," she instructed him. He instinctively lifted his foot then looked down to see where to place his foot. These was just a split second of hesitation as he realised it was not his own underwear. His other foot followed and Connie draw them up his legs. He could now see the bright red material, the lace, they were the same design as the black underwear she had given him the day before. Ms Thornbury stepped back, smiled. "There, that is so much better. sexy, and clean looking. No nasty hair poking though the design." Terry felt a little flushed, the colour and style of the underwear was so not meant for a man. If anything he now felt even more vulnerable than when he was naked. If someone were to see him now it would be so much more embarrassing and difficult to explain. He needed to put his jeans back on quickly, he turned and grabbed his own underwear that was on top. "In here Terry," he heard from behind. He turned holding the white bundle of fabric to see her holding her waste bin out to him. In they went without argument. He just wanted to cover himself. Again he turned and grabbed his jeans from the chair. He quickly opened up the waist and stepped in, first one foot then the other and began pulling them up. It was then that Connie came up close to him and put her left arm around his back pinning his right arm to his body just below the elbow. Her breasts pushed into his chest and he was pushed off balance, now leaning backwards. His left arm instinctively flailed backwards in case he was to fall. The waist of his jeans dropped to his knees and out of reach and Connie placed her right hand over his red lace knickers and leant in for a kiss. Terry was completely unnerved once again, she had done it to him again. Catching him offguard, now slightly panicked he looked up slightly at Connie's face now just a couple of inches away. Unable to adjust his footing and at her mercy once again. "I love you in your new underwear Terry. You must wear it........for me," she told him. He started to nod his head as she closed in and her lips smothered his. Her right hand now rubbed at the front of his knickers as she pushed her tongue passed his lips. She turned him on so much his cock swelled in seconds under the lace fabric. Her now gentle carress sending waves of pleasure through his cock and into his brain as the deep passionate kiss continued. After just a minute she knew he needed a break or he would not be able to control himself. She pulled back, there lips parted even though Terry strained to keep contact. His breathing now laboured. His penis solid, ridgid from her stimulation. He wanted her, needed her. But she stepped back, making sure he regained his balance. "You can pull your jeans back up. I think that is enough for now, I do have work to do before lunch. I'll see you in a while," she told him. She was composed, confident and in control. Everything that Terry was not. His mind not even clear as he pulled his jeans up and fastened them around his waist. His aching cock feeling every movement of his jeans through the lace as he walked back to his own office was keeping him stimulated. Terry sat at his desk, he stared at the list of emails on the computer screen. But his eyes had not focused on the screen, His mind was processing what Connie had said to him, 'you must wear them.' It was another of her little dislikes he guessed. He started to put it all together, the removal of his beard he realised was the start. Then it was moisturiser, but that was not a bad thing. She had him carrying her handbag, now that really made him self conscious. Perhaps; he reasoned, it was not such a bad thing either but it had certainly had an effect on him. It was the latest things that made him wonder how far this trend would go. The removal of his pubic hair, and now her insistence that he 'must wear' the feminine underwear. He was now wondering if he should call it off. But there were other influences swaying his thoughts. She was exciting to him, the pleasures she had already given him had left there mark. There was also a subtle element of fear at what she might do or say if he dumped her. It was the same thoughts that spun around his head until his phone rang. It made him jump, grabbing quickly to pick up the receiver he almost dropped it before speaking. "Hello, Terry Albone." "Not keeping an eye on the time Terry?" Connie asked him. He quickly noted the time on his computer screen: '13:06.' "Oh, I'm so sorry Connie. I'll be right along," he replied and without any kind of reply the line went dead. Replacing the phone in it's cradle he jumped up and made his way to Connie's office. The walk reminded him of his underwear. He could feel the fabric clinging to his skin and his jeans rubbing against them. It was both pleasant but also quite undermining to his confidence. Despite his late attendance everything with Connie was calm and pleasant. On exiting the theatre she had taken his hand in hers for the walk into town. That in itself was quite normal, but the firmness of her grip reminded him of a mother holding their childs hand in order to keep them under control. Just another little quirk to this relationship. He wondered as he walked if he should just raise his concerns over where things were going and the longer they walked the more convinced he was that it would be the best way forward. Terry found himself in a 4 seated booth of a bar & grill in the high street. Connie slid in opposite him after she had placed the drinks on the table having been to the bar and ordered food for them both. He quickly took a sip from the cola, he immediately relaised it must be a diet cola. Not his choice, but then neither was the food....again. He had hopes of a burger and fries, but did not yet know what she had ordered. She had only asked him what he would like to drink. Again she had demonstrated just how in charge she was. As things were calm and pleasant he decided he would ask her about where their relationship was going. "Connie...I......I need to ask you......." She looked across at him as she sipped her drink. "...about us." "Go on," she prompted him. "Well it's.......these changes.......the things you ask me to do." Connie's expression hardened just a little- "What about them?" "It's just that.......I find them.......well ....a bit embarressing.. and I'm worried.......about what you might ask me to do in the future." There was silence for a moment. Both took and sip of drink. "Can I ask first, what exactly do you find 'embarressing'?" she asked. His nervousness got the better of him momentarily, he could not bring himself to say anything out load for fear of being overheard. "Well?" she asked again. He leaned forward so he could talk quietly. "It's...wearing this underwear and shaving down there," he stated. "Oh Terry, is that all. Why on earth should you be the least bit embarressed by something that nobody can even see?" she questioned. "I feel like people will find out." But now that he had said that he knew it sounded like a silly argument. Connie shook her head gently, a smile on her face. "Well I think the new underwear is far more attractive, and I hope that all being well........one day that we could progress to penetration." Terry's eyes went wide at her comment, he pretty much forgot about his initial question. For once he could look at her as she had coyly turned away. The thought of having sex with Connie, that she was actually considering it made his cock swell, stretching the red lace surounding it. Their meals arrived interrupting the conversation. the small grilled chicken breast and salad was not what he had hoped for. But right now he didn't care, as he ate he day dreamed of the day he would bed the woman in front of him. With the meal and drink consumed Connie got up from the seat. "I popping to the ladies room, meet me outside Terry." And she quickly dissapeared. It was only when Terry got to his feet that he realised that Connie had left her handbag on the seat across from him. He thought for a moment, if stayed there in the booth she would be waiting outside for him. The only course of action was to take it with him. So he found himself walking through the bar towards the front entrance, the sizeable cream leather handbag in his right hand. He focused on the exit not daring to look around the bar at what he assumed would be mocking looks. But that sense of being watched and ridiculed was no different once he was outside. His red face cooled only by the light breaze. She kept him waiting there on the street for several minutes before making an appearance. He immediately went to hand over her bag, to rid himself of the shameful object. But Connie, she had other idea's. "You left your bag on the seat," he stated as he held it out for her. She smiled warmly at him. "Thank you so much Terry......but I really liked you taking care of it for me last time." And she simply took his other hand in hers and walked back in the direction of the theatre. After a minute Terry had already noticed a couple of strange looks from passers by. "Connie, can you please take your bag from me. I'm getting funny looks from people," he pleaded. Connie stopped in her tracks, turned to face him. "Terry, who do you care more about? The people on the street, strangers..... or perhaps .....me?" she asked. "But Connie, of course I care about you, not anyone else." "If you care about me Terry; and not the strangers on the street; you will carry my bag with pride. I like it very much Terry, in fact I want you to carry my bag whenever we are out together." With that said, Connie resumed walking, almosting pulling Terry along with her and the cream handbag swinging from his right hand. He had no reply for her, he just didn't know what to say. Of course he felt ambarressed by this, but he was getting used to the fact that he could not seam to win an argument with her. Despite his best efforts to rationalise a counter argument as they walked he had continue holding the bag witch itself was quite distracting. There was no counter argument that he could think of. He needed to come up with something before next time. 44. Carl surrenders to his desires That afternoon an aching Carl arrived at the theatre studio's for his second lesson with Ms Short. As before he stopped by studio 1 to find Ms Short with the class of girls. He slipped inside and waited for a break in procedings. It came quickly as the girls noticed him enter. Like the day before Ms Short left the girls to practice while she took him to the changing room. "You have the leotard with you?" she asked him. "Yes Ms Short." "Good, now I spoke with Ms Thornbury last night. She has kindly sponsored you with the purchase of some items to help you train." "Oh," was all he could think to say. "I'll just go and get them." Carl proceeded to get undressed down to his underwear. Ms Short returned shortly with a shoe box and a small clear plastic bag with black material inside. She quickly pulled the bag apart, removed the garment and handed them to Carl. He looked at her questioningly as he took them. "I am told you should know how to put them on," she said. He opened them out confirming what he suspected they were, then looked back at Ms Short. "But....." No more words came. Had Ms Thornbury told her about what he had worn at her house? "Is there a problem Carl, what else would you wear with a leotard?" she confirmed. Carl felt his shame rise up. He felt the heat in his face. He needed this to end as soon as possible without losing his job. The only way to do that is to try his best to please his tutors. Carl finally shook his head 'no.' "Good, now in the box is a pair of heeled dance shoes. These are really going to help you progress and cost a lot of money. Get ready as quickly as possible and come out to studio 2 as we did yesterday." Left to get ready he stepped out of his underwear. Despite his anguish at putting on the girls garments, there was an excitement building. His tummy fluttered as he put his toes into the tights. It was slow going as he realised he had to do the other foot before working them both up his legs. But he got there, and with the legs both encased his genitals became covered with the soft filmy material. He was already starting to swell, but the feelings of the tights around his penis made him grow further. The more he grew the more he felt turned on. The tight leotard followed, he knew how to work it this time and a few minutes later he was fully clad. A clear outline of his stiffness quite obvious. He opened the shoe box, his face reddened further at the truly feminine style of shoe. When she had said heeled shoes he had foolishly thought it would be a man styked heeled shoe. Oh no! These were clearly feminine. Closed heel and toe with opend midsection with cross over straps from each side. The slender heel about 2 inches high. He pulled them out of the box, found himself admiring the glossy black finish and the sweeping lines of the design. At that moment to wanted to see his feet in the shoes. He wanted to know what they would look like. His sexual excitment fuelled further now by the process of adding the shoes to his feet. After fiddling with the straps and buckles he stood up. The unfamiliar heels making him adjust his balance. Having steadied himself he looked down his body, his legs looked amazing in the tights and shoes. His penis twitched, he could not help it. At that moment he thought about what Ms Thornbury had called him. He didn't like it, to him it was derogatory, shameful, a put down. But he could not deny his desire to dress like this, he was so turned on right now even though he will feel completely embarressed once he is in front of Ms Short again. Red faced and horny as could be he entered the brightly lit dance studio. His legs trying to adjust to the heels and walking carefully. The heels clacking as he went. "At last.....shall we begin?" she called across the room. Ms Short ignored the tent at the front of his groin and got the young man to work. She first took him through a warm up to stretch out and loosen the muscles from the previous day before going into the same routine as the day before. Carl found it harder in the heels to squat down and to perform the walk but tried his best to improve. Ms Short could tell he was making the effort and did not punish him as severely as the day before. He made it to the end of the session, sweaty, aching. But her words gave him encouragement. "Well done Carl, that was a good session. I think you have made good progress today." "Thanks you Ms Short." "Now go get changed and I'll see you next Wednesday." 45. The ladies catch up It was 4.45pm when Ms Thornbury had a knock on the door. "Come in." Penny Short stepped in. "Hi Connie, got time for a quick catch up?" she asked. "Hi Penny, yeah come on in." Penny took a seat in front of Connie's desk. "So....I have just had the second session with your young man Carl." "Arha" "There was no trouble getting him into the tights and shoes, in fact when he turned up in the studio you could clearly see his excitment poking out at the front. He's either a natural pansy or you have done a number on him." "Oh Penny that is good news. It will make things that little bit easier. There is always the potential in young men to get their emotions and feelings confused. I think with Carl we have caught him just right." "Yes, I could not agree more. I don't think he could refuse either of us now. I think he has real potential." There was a moments silence before Connie changed the subject. "I had lunch out with Terry again today." "Oh, how is it going?" Penny asked. "Well, as a muture adult he is much harder to sway. However, the dangling carrot of a relationship with me and sex has got him hooked so far," she confided. "Men!!! They are so foolish when it comes to their little willy. So what exactly have got him to do so far?" she asked. "Well, of course he shaved his beard as you know. But he has now cleared the hair from his ears, nose and his crotch," Connie smiled. "He's is completely bald down there now." Penny listened on in interest. "I have also started him on lace shorts instead of his own underwear, but that is an ongoing project." "Oh my, already. That's pretty good going." "The one that I think I have won that pleases me the most is getting him to carry my handbag," she told Penny. Penny's mouth dropped open. "Oooohhh my god. When did he do that?" "Well first was on Tuesday. I tricked him into holding my bag when entering the ladies. Then had him keep hold of it all the way back to this office. He was not at all comfortable I can tell you." "So, there was another time? "Yes, today. I had him carry my bag all the way back from the pub. He protested, begged me to take it from him. But in the end I stood firm and actually made it very clear that from now on when we are together that I want him to carry my handbag for me," she finished. "And he's accepted that?" Penny asked. "There was no further argument at the time, so we'll see. I'm already looking forward to next week to see how much further we can push them both," Connie added. "Me too," added Penny. "I am actually quite confident that Carl will deliver.