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Inside the house, the first thing that Robert saw was the three pots of
tablets, he'd forgotten about the ones he'd brought with him that day,
but now the sight of them, considering the trauma of the day, made him
feel desperate to take them. Grabbing a glass of water, he gulped them
down and sat, trembling nervously, waiting for his panic to subside.
Slowly it did so and a more tranquil feeling gradually came over him,
easing the horrors of the day. He sat there for half an hour in a
dreamlike state until the sound of the telephone almost made him jump out
of his skin. He'd kept on with the telephone after his Mum had died, not
that he used it much and not that he could really afford it, it was more
a case of it reminding him of her. It rang now, a loud jangle echoing
through the house. He picked it up and nervously said, "Hello."
The voice on the other end was familiar, but it still took Robert a few
seconds to realise who it was... Mrs Thomas, his next door neighbour.
"Hello Robbie, I just thought I'd remind you that you've left your
clothes out on the line."
Robert remembered with a surprised, "Oh," followed by a flush of
embarrassment remembering what they were.
"You wouldn't want the dew to make them damp after such a good drying
day, would you?"
"N, No, I, umm, thank you Mrs Thomas, I, I'll get them in now."
He put the phone down, not waiting for her to say anything else, then
hurried quickly out to the back garden to get the blouse and the nightie
off the clothes line. He folded the blouse neatly into the linen basket
and was just unpegging the nightie when he heard her voice. She was
peering over the garden wall, the line and the nightie between him and
it.
"That's such a pretty nightie isn't it, Robbie?" There was sarcasm in her
voice, her smile contemptuous.
Robert blushed puce, he didn't know what to say and stupidly just stood
there, frozen to the spot, the last peg free and the nightie dangling in
front of him from his raised hands, hiding what he was wearing behind it.
"I'm glad to see you haven't forgotten your Mummy, you know she always
knew what was best for you didn't she?"
Not sure if he should still hold the nightie in front of him, or drop it
in the linen basket, revealing the ladies top and leggings that he had
on, his face bright red, he nervously nodded.
His mother had often popped in to see the next door neighbour for a chat,
quite often in the evening, even sometimes after she had sent him to bed.
Robert didn't know what she saw in her, he had thought her a nosey busy
body and disliked the horrible scornful, sneering way that she looked at
him. Yet he nodded to her now, doing his best to smile, "treat people
with respect Robert" his mother had instilled it into him.
"Don't try ironing it now Robbie, remember what your Mummy told you, fold
it neatly and air it before you wear it."
He hated her derisory comments, the constant referral to Mummy, making
him feel like a child and the obvious reference that he would be wearing
the nightie made the humiliation buzz inside him. Yet once again he just
nodded, mumbling, "Yes Mrs Thomas."
"I almost forgot Robbie, I promised your mother I'd keep an eye on you
and I noticed that you've been coming home late, so I've made you some
supper. Bring your clothes in and I'll get the dish for you."
It was no use arguing, she was being friendly after all. Robert brought
the linen basket with the blouse and nightie into the house, he rushed it
upstairs to the airing cupboard, then hurried back down and into the
garden once more. She was standing the other side of the garden wall
again, a covered Pyrex dish balanced on top of it. Her eyes roamed over
Robert as he walked over to her, a glint showing in her eyes, that
derisory smile on her lips once more.
"That's a pretty top you're wearing Robbie and are those leggings."
Robert was speechless his embarrassment growing beyond proportions.
"You should wear a pretty necklace to go with it, I'm sure your Mummy had
some bling to suit."
Robert tried to ignore what she was saying, instead he reached out a
trembling hand for the dish.
"Thank you Mrs Thomas," he mumbled softly.
She smirked seeing the effect her words had had on him, then let him take
the dish. "It's still hot, it's a vegetarian sausage casserole, your
mother gave me the recipe, she told me how much you loved it."
Robert paled, he had hated that casserole thing his mother used to make,
it had soya sausages in it and was in some sort of creamy mixture. She
used to make him eat every drop of it, telling him how good it was for
him, even though he found it to be glutenous, quite thick and salty. He
forced himself to smile and thank her, then he made his way back into the
kitchen, horribly aware of her watching him as he went. She chuckled to
herself seeing the way the leggings clung to his bottom, the outline and
suggestion of his underwear more than apparent to her. "I hope he enjoys
his supper." She chortled to herself, she had followed the recipe and
used the ingredients that his mother had given her when she knew her days
were numbered. After all she had promised to keep the sissy in her place,
after her friend's days.
Robert took out a knife, fork and a spoon and opened the lid of the
casserole dish, he looked at the mixture distastefully at first, but as
soon as the aroma hit him he suddenly realised that he was very hungry.
He sat at the table, his mouth watering and taking up the spoon, lifted
out one end of one of the sausages. It was quite thick and pale,
obviously cooked in the casserole, thus more of a light beige than a dark
brown grilled colour. It was slippy, covered in the gloopy mixture and it
slipped off his spoon, he tried again, until after a couple more
attempts, he gave up and dipped his fingers into the mixture to pull it
out. It was quite a long sausage and a little bendy which had made it
hard to lift out with the spoon. He looked at it curiously for a minute,
Mum's wasn't quite like this. He brought it to his lips and reached out
his tongue to taste it. It was quite salty and sticky, he tried to lick
off the creamy casserole from the end, but he wasn't very successful. He
tried to bite it then, but the sausage skin appeared too rubbery for his
bite to break into it. He wasn't sure why he decided to, perhaps out of
frustration, he opened his mouth and started to suck the end of it. As he
did so he was suddenly transported back to when he was a boy, remembering
then that this was how his mother had made him eat it, it brought back
all those memories, "Don't play with it, just pick it up and suck it
Robbie." It all made him feel very childish. In addition, it gradually
began to feel oddly erotic and before he knew it he found himself sucking
the weird sausage with more and more urgency, whilst every now and again
dipping it back into the creamy sauce to suck more of it, off it. How
stupid, he thought, anybody would think that I'm a naughty little kid,
but having started he just didn't seem able to stop himself. Eventually
the skin at the end of the sausage where he had been sucking, seemed to
break open and the soya sausage meat inside, slipped further into his
mouth, until he eventually swallowed it. He couldn't explain the crazy
feelings and decided that he must be losing it.
It was the oddest meal, he was so preoccupied playing with his food like
a silly child, that time just passed by. Finishing, he just sat there,
his brain in a muddle, his tummy was feeling strangely full and an odd
exhaustion was overcoming him. He dragged himself over to the sink and
washed up Mrs Thomas's dish, not because he wanted to, but because he
knew he had to, if his mother was still alive she would have spanked him
for leaving dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. There was no thought of TV
or anything, he just made his way upstairs and undressed in the little
box room, laying the top and leggings on the little bed.
Going to take off the red panties, he found that they were moist and a
little sticky, he couldn't understand why, perhaps it was still from the
morning, but that didn't make any sense. Under the shower, as he soaped
himself, he realised that his nipples were sore to the touch and quite
swollen. He touched them gently, in the end softly cradling them against
his palms as he wracked his brains for the reason why they were like
that. Then it occurred to him, remembering the morning's horrifying
experience, that man had pinched and pulled at them, that was it, he must
have bruised them. Robert gently massaged them as he thought about it,
the feeling making them quite erect and even more sensitive. He dried
himself in a daze, the tiredness seeping into him and deep down his brain
was confused with thoughts that made his heart palpitate. Why he went
back into his mother's bedroom and why he was once again drawn to that
drawer, he couldn't explain, but he couldn't seem to stop himself from
choosing another nightie. With his heart fluttering he climbed into bed,
giving a little whimper as he did so, aware of the sexual tease from the
cool satin as he snuggled down.
Miss Harries was delighted, it had been a good day all told, better than
she had expected. She had arranged the necessary forms ready in the hope
that she could put her recent fantasies into action. She'd discovered
more about this Mrs Jones, through Jane, but not only that. Jane had
hinted that she knew of a private clinic that might do what she had
fantasised might possibly be done. Besides that, she had spoken with and
arranged a visit to Mrs Jones' friend and confidant, Mrs Cotton and then
there were the things that had happened back here at her house.
Bill had reported back to her with a phone call, he had sounded
breathless and extremely excited. It seemed that he and his mate had done
as she had said, tease and humiliate the boy, sex without full sexual
intervention. He described exactly what they had done and how they had
left Robert. He also described Robert's apparent reactions from inside
the big plastic sack. The description excited and intrigued Miss Harries
and it made her look forward to watching the CCTV footage for herself
when she returned home.
However, it would be important to be prepared for Robert's response too.
Would he tell her what had happened and would he complain about the men?
She was fully prepared to see him in a state and hear him wanting to call
the police and she was even prepared to hear him handing in his notice
and leaving. That is if he hadn't left already.
But no. He was still there when she arrived back home with her purchases
from the charity shop, his mother's old charity shop. He was there,
standing in the hall in his apron, waiting obediently for her. He had
done all the laundry and dealt with the bins and he didn't mention at any
time what had happened with the men. Better still, and this was almost
the most important part. To her good luck, he had conveniently put his
wet pants into the broken tumble drier and the old machine had locked him
out of it. she grinned to herself at the thought. "I must watch that
footage too, see the distress on his face." she laughed out loud. Bill
must have been right in his assumption, the boy must have cum in his
pants whilst being manhandled in the plastic bag, oh how wonderful, how
exciting to see that. Something new to explore! It couldn't have been him
wetting himself or the slacks would have been soaked too, so they had
obviously made him cum. She couldn't wipe the grin off her face.
Her coup de gras, which she congratulated herself over, was getting him
into panties and the tight leggings. He had tried to say no, but he was
so submissive he couldn't, which was brilliant. That one step and his
reaction to it, confirmed everything and now she knew she could go
forward and he would never be able to disobey her.
She sat at her desk and switched her computer on, thinking as it warmed
up. A part of her wanted to rush on and go ahead with her thoughts, but
then she steadied herself. It would be better to take it slowly, not to
rush. Yes, she could probably get him in skirts by tomorrow, but no, she
wanted to humiliate him in the leggings first, make him embarrassed at
every step. Perhaps sometime next week she'd get him into a skirt, but
she had to restrain herself, after all, the suspense was part of the
excitement. Then she thought about what Jane had said. The clinic, she
had to find out more about it, that thought made her heart beat faster
and after a slight pause she picked up her phone and dialled.
"Hello? Jane?"
Jane was delighted to hear her voice. "Hello, I was just thinking about
you Georgina."
Miss Harries ignored the niceties. "I wondered if you were able to tell
me more details about the... you know."
There was a pause from the other end of the line, then Jane began,
slowly. "Please don't take this as being imprudent Georgina, I very much
enjoyed our chat today, I must say that it made me think and I have to
admit that what I consider you were suggesting, excited me." She paused
again before going on. "I don't want to talk about it over the phone, but
I am very keen to know more."
It was Miss Harries' turn to pause and think. In reality it would be good
to get Jane involved, she didn't fancy giving injections and the like,
herself and after all, they were both a of a similar mind. They were both
lesbians, though Jane was not dominant and aggressive as she was and they
were both man haters. In some ways they were, if anything, perhaps quite
similar. They had never had a relationship with each other, but had got
to know each other through other women. The closest they had been
together being, when four of them had had a girl's night out with far too
much wine and ended up sharing one of Miss Harries' big beds together!
So, though they knew each other well and had complete respect for each
other, they had never actually consumed a relationship.
Perhaps now was the time, thought Miss Harries.
Jane waited patiently, nervous that she had overstepped the mark, then
Miss Harries spoke.
"Ok Jane, why don't you come for tea tomorrow afternoon, I will tell you
everything and you will have a chance at seeing for yourself." Miss
Harries left the statement open.
Jane's heart lifted as she heard Miss Harries' reply. "I would very much
love to Georgina."
Miss Harries smiled to herself. "It's Miss Harries, Jane and I will
expect you at three o'clock."
Jane felt a familiar bubbling inside her. "I can't wait.... Miss
Harries."
"Goodbye Jane." Miss Harries replaced the receiver feeling pleased with
herself. Things were slowly sliding into place and life suddenly felt
quite exciting again.
Robert woke up the next morning feeling heady, he must have slept too
heavily. He sat up in bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes realising that
he was wearing the nightie, he couldn't remember putting it on, that was
so weird. His mind flashed through the previous day, had it had such an
effect on him? The touch and feel of the nightie made him quiver, but he
got out of bed with a resolve to try and pull himself together. This was
all getting out of hand and yet he knew that if he wanted the job he just
had to continue. He wore the nightie down to the kitchen and sat to have
his breakfast, still wearing it, for some silly reason he almost felt
reluctant to take it off.
After clearing and washing up his breakfast things, he made his
sandwiches for the day and went to put them in his little rucksack. That
was when he discovered the pack of panties and.....the big plastic sack.
His heartbeat escalated rapidly as he took them out, his hands trembling
as he dropped them on the kitchen table. With heated cheeks, he lifted up
the pack of panties and slipped a new pair of panties from the packet, it
was baby blue in colour, looking at them made him tremble. He couldn't
wear them, he shouldn't wear them and yet he knew that that was what she
expected. Putting them on, pulling them up his legs, over his thighs and
his bottom sent shivers down his neck.
He shook himself, somehow he had to pull himself together. he pulled the
nightie off over his head and leaving it over the back of the kitchen
chair he strode up the stairs. In the spare bedroom was the top with its
square neck and the leggings draped across the bed. He took a deep breath
and picked up the leggings, working them up his legs and over his hips,
it was a struggle not to descend into a quivering mess. He pulled on the
top, trying to be rough and to ignore what the clothes were doing to him.
He stood there then in a quandary, he couldn't, he just couldn't cycle
across town and all the way out to her house dressed like that, not
again, not again.
He stressed about what he could do until eventually he thought of a plan.
Wear a pair of his old joggers over the leggings, just inside the gate to
her estate, at the bottom of the driveway, there was an old gatehouse. If
he went in there he could take off his joggers, hide them there and then
cycle on up to the house, she wouldn't know any difference and that is
what he did. Of course, he had no knowledge of the security cameras that
Miss Harries' father had had installed around the house and the estate.
He had been paranoid about security. Miss Harries wasn't too worried
about that, after all the estate was much more run down now, with various
parts of the land rented out, however, she had retained and upgraded the
camera systems. There was the system throughout the house which she
primarily used to monitor her guests and employees, but there was also
the external system with cameras overlooking the walled garden, the back
and front doors, the kennels and the stables and of course the main gate
and the drive. The gate she usually left open, but passive infra-red
detectors were set to sound a warning and switch the cameras on when
anything came in through the gateway.
Robert's arrival set it off as usual, she glanced at her mobile phone,
the app linked to both systems. She knew that it would be him and she was
keen to see if he was still obediently wearing what she'd given him.
Seeing him sent a flicker of annoyance through her, he was wearing
another pair of those scruffy joggers. She was just building up her anger
when she saw him stop and go over to the old gatehouse, she watched as he
pushed the old door open and disappeared inside. What's he up to, she
felt intrigued and suspicious. A few moments later he emerged, slipping
nervously back out of the old wooden door and there it was, her answer.
There were no scruffy joggers, only the clinging black, semi opaque
leggings!
She smirked at the sight of him, her hands twitching, how could she wait,
but she knew that she must. "I think this calls for a little walk down to
the gatehouse" she murmured to herself. Bring the dogs with her, it would
be a good time to introduce them to his scent. She giggled at that
thought.
She met him in the kitchen as usual, her inspection humiliating.
"Hmm, have you a hairbrush? Your hair looks like a hay rick."
He shook his head, blushing. "Umm, n,no Mistress, I, I have one at home
Mistress."
"That's no good at all, go and put your apron and slippers on and I'll
see if I can find one for you to borrow."
She left the room before he could reply and he watched her go for a
second, annoyed with himself for forgetting to brush his hair. He'd been
so caught up with the clothes issue it hadn't crossed his mind and once
again, he thought of his mother and what she would have said to him
before he went out that morning. By the time she returned he was wearing
the apron, at least, he had thought to himself, it's covered up the damn
leggings and of course he was now in the slippers too.
She handed him the hair brush.
"Here, now brush your hair properly, nice long strokes, I don't want a
maid with scruffy tangled hair. In future, every morning when you arrive
I want you to spend five minutes brushing your hair, I want to see those
blond locks smooth and glistening, do you hear?"
He nodded, then corrected himself, remembering giving the little dipped
curtsey. "Yes Mistress."
She gave him an annoyed look. "You had better." It was only three words
but the implication terrified him.
"Yes Mistress." He tried his best to curtsey better and she could see how
submissive it looked.
She smiled to herself before carrying on in her arrogantly assertive
voice. "Do the kitchen as usual, make sure you mop right through and down
the back corridor, tidy the laundry room and clean the servant's toilet.
I am going for a walk with the dogs. I should be back before you finish.
You can bring me my coffee then and I will tell you what I want you to do
next. Now fetch me my boots."
Robert hurried to the boot cupboard in the corridor and carefully took
her long black riding boots out, bringing them to her. She sat on one of
the kitchen chairs, with her legs outstretched.
"Come along, on your knees, put them on for me, you should know what you
have to do by now."
Robert immediately dropped to his knees and she lifted one of her feet
up. He carefully untied the laces on her shoe and slipped it off, then
with a pounding heart he went to pick up the boot.
"Take both my shoes off first." She stopped him, dropping her foot onto
his lap, pushing it and his apron between his legs as she lifted her
other foot. He tried his best to concentrate as he undid the laces on the
other shoe, but he was struggling as her one foot was wriggling into his
groin. He gasped, he couldn't help it.
"What's the matter Rosie? Don't you like helping Mistress with her
boots." She wriggled her foot deeper, her toes pushing against his little
penis making it tingle stupidly.
He gasped again, blushing deeply, he suddenly felt very submissive and he
struggled to reply, his answer a quiet whimper. "Oh yes Mistress."
She looked down at him smiling arrogantly. "Do you like the panties and
leggings that I gave you Rosie?" Her toes were working against him, his
submissive arousal growing by the second. His softly gasped reply was a
reaction to her foot rather than her words.
"Yes, oh yes Mistress."
She smirked at him, her look completely humiliating. "Good girl, now
hurry up and get my boots on, you can't waste all morning, you've still
got to brush your hair and you have a lot of work to do."
She moved her foot away from his groin as she spoke and held it out ready
for him to slip her boot on. He was in a state, trying to pull himself
together, he was quivering all over, but at least putting her boots on
wasn't as bad as taking them off. Soon she was striding towards the back
door, leaving him sitting there on the floor, she picked up the dog's
leads as she passed the row of coat hooks and without a backward glance
she went out through the back door.
Robert struggled to his feet and brushing the knots out of his hair, he
did his best to get his mind back on his day's work, but his little penis
was still tingling wantonly an hour later.
Miss Davies briskly walked the dogs down the drive, through the trees
towards the gatehouse, she talked to them as she walked, controlling, she
was the leader of the pack. Picking her way through the long grass, the
dogs obediently following, she arrived at the old wooden door. it creaked
as she pushed it open, the hinges stiff and unforgiving, but it opened
enough for her to go in. The inside was as she remembered it from
childhood, a short passage with a room off on either side and a stairway
in front. The left hand door was ajar and she looked into the room, there
was an old wooden table which must have been left there and on it was a
pair of scruffy old joggers, his joggers. She picked it up in her gloved
hand and calling the dogs to her, she placed it beneath their noses.
"Breath in the scent my beauties, one day you will meet."
One gave a soft growl, then encouraging their play, she threw the joggers
in the air, they rushed to catch it and soon were playing their
aggressive tug of war with it. She watched smiling and urging them on
until a ripping sound could be heard.
"Go on boys, go on, rip it to bits boys, rip it to bits."
The dogs sensed the wildness in her voice and soon the joggers were being
torn apart, the dogs shaking the pieces as they tore free. She was still
laughing as they walked back up the drive leaving the shredded garment on
the floor.
She was right he hadn't finished when she got back, she pulled her boots
off herself this time, he could clean them later and she strutted through
the kitchen, eyeing his bottom through the leggings as she went.
It was gone eleven when he knocked on her study door, the coffee pot and
all the bits on the tray and he waited nervously.
"Come!"
He balanced the tray as he went in. "Your Coffee Mistress."
She looked up, she was at her desk, the computer on and she gesticulated
for him to place the tray on the desk in front of her and he did so.
"Have you finished?"
He did his best to curtsey, though he felt it was so demeaning doing it.
"Yes Mistress."
"I hope so, I will be checking later, but now I want you to clean in
here, in my study."
He looked around, it was in a bit of a mess, but he didn't fancy having
to work in front of her, nevertheless he gave a little curtsey again.
"Yes Mistress."
"Put the vacuum over first, then tidy up, I'll tell you where to put
things. After that I want you to dust and polish and depending on how you
are getting on, I want you to go through the books shelf by shelf and
dust them and the shelves, understand?"
He curtseyed once more, he was sure that she did it specially to
humiliate him. "Yes Mistress."
She poured out her coffee, he could see that she was thinking and he
stood waiting expectantly.
"I want my lunch at twelve thirty and I have a visitor at three, so I
don't expect that you will get on to the books today. Hmm, we will leave
them until next week, I don't want you rushing the job after all."
Cleaning in the study was nerve wracking, he was aware that she was
watching his every move. She smiled smugly to herself, enjoying seeing
his plump little bum as he bent and stretched in front of her. What she
would do to get him over her knees right then, her fantasies were raging,
her juices flowing. Next week she'd get him in a skirt, but then, perhaps
it was better to wait for him to sign the permanent contract before she
really began to push.
She was looking forward to seeing Jane again, on several fronts, she was
feeling increasingly desperate for sex, but at the same time she really
wanted to discuss the whole thing with someone and Jane had sounded as
interested as she was. She could hardly wait until three and for some
reason she wondered if Jane would stay the night, she was tempted to ring
and ask her, but she decided it was best to see what might develop from
their teatime chat.
With that thought she began to plan how he should look to serve them tea,
of course he had no idea at that time that he was going to be serving
them. She giggled softly to herself. That apron would be no good and
anyway it was beginning to look grubby. There was a pretty little half
moon, waist apron in her ex girlfriend's drawers upstairs, she was sure
of it, she had made her wear it, with little beneath it, that thought
only aroused her more. Yes, she would get it this afternoon and make him
wear it, it would be simply delicious, she couldn't wait.
Alma
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