Chapter 242.

Ellie had hung around to check Frankie wasn’t too shocked by her experience, and was quite surprised to see her emerge from the waiting-room with a smile on her face.
“Hi, Frankie?  Okay, sweetie?”
“Oh, yes, Ellie.  That was quite a show, thank you.  Quite an eye-opener.”
“Oh…well, good.  I’m pleased you’re…satisfied.  Your boots look lovely and shiny now…”
“My boots?  Oh, yes…of course, my boots.  Yes, they did a good job on those too.  Very smart boys.  I shall definitely be back.”
“Really?  You liked their uniforms, then…”
“Oh my god, they’re just perfect, Ellie.  I never imagined Miss Poole…   I mean to say, the boys are so good.  Polite and obedient.  And such an amazing service.  I can’t wait to show my friends the photos I took.”
“Photos?  You took some photos?”
“Lots and lots, actually, Ellie.  Especially of Tim.  He’s quite a big boy, isn’t he?  I mean, to be wearing those cute little shorts.  Bobby too – so pretty.  They’re going to cause a sensation at that wedding…”
“Oh, they told you…”
“Boasting about it, yes, bless them.  To think I had to be persuaded to come here…”
She looked thoughtful for a moment, then turned on her heel and headed for the door.
“See you again soon, Ellie.”

The door had barely shut behind her when Tim burst out of the waiting-room. 
“Has she gone?”
Ellie frowned - then noticed his erection.  She refrained from smiling.  “Yes…”
“Ellie, what’s wiv these plugs?  They were goin’ mad today.  Did you alter the settin’s or somefink?”
“Settings, Tim?  There are no settings.  I told you, the vibrations are completely random.  I have no control over them.  What, did it feel different today?”
She lied convincingly.  Future pranks depended on them believing it.
“Different?  Stronger, yes.  Like my whole lower body feels like it bein’ vibed…”
“Oh…  Yes, I see.  You too, Bobby?”
“Yes…  It was quite embarrassing.  I hope we didn’t scare her away…”
In view of her recent conversation with Frankie, she didn’t think they had, but she made a mental note to be more careful with the butt-plugs.  “If they can do that setting three,” she thought, “what effect must the higher ones have?”
She would have offered to change their shorts, but at that moment the next booking arrived.  The boys dodged back inside and tried to calm themselves, but it was clear they were in for a torrid morning…

At lunchtime Ellie arranged for the boys to change into clean shorts – and she made sure the vibes were on the lowest setting.
“There.  I’ll have the others checked out.  It may be an internal fault.”
Tim looked suspicious, but as nothing toward had happened after fifteen minutes or so, apart from some minor fluttering, he accepted her explanation.
“Who’s next,” asked Bobby.  “Anyone we know?”
“You don’t know them.  It’s Faith and Jamilah.  They’re members, and their horses are in livery hear.  Experienced riders.  They started here together when they were kids.  Won a good few medals between them.  They’re here out of curiosity.  They told me they’d heard some pretty lurid rumours about the new boot boys, so they decided to come and check them out.  And get their boots polished.”

Almost as soon as they opened the waiting-room door and saw their customers sitting chatting and sipping coffee, Bobby and Tim knew this was going to be one of their more pleasurable sessions.
“Hi boys!  Lovely to see you!  We’ve heard so much about you,” cried Faith, with a big smile.
“Don’t tell us,” grinned Jamilah.  “You’re Tim” -  she pointed at Tim – “and you’re Bobby.  Yes, everyone’s talking about you, you know.  Your quite famous – and not only in Pitt’s Wood.  I’ve heard some of the girls from Fleetford have booked sessions too.”
The boys relaxed at once.
“We do our best…” began Bobby.
“Come and sit down for a minute” said Faith.  “Let’s get to know each other.  Here…”
She moved along two seats, and beckoned them to sit between her and Jamilah.  They made their way over and sat down rather awkwardly, hands in laps, Tim next to Jamilah, Bobby next to Faith.
“So these are you new uniforms,” said Jamilah.  “Very smart!  We were lucky, Faith – we got the first day of their pageboy outfits.  They really suit you.  Do you like them?”
“Oh, yeah…  Fanks, miss.”
“Yes, thank you for saying so.  We’re very proud of our new uniforms.  We’re grateful to Miss Poole for paying for them, for our boot parlour, and all our equipment.  She’s been really good to us all along.”
“That’s because she knows a good thing when she sees it,” nodded Faith.  “She’s a very good businesswoman as well as knowing everything there is to know about equitation.  But boys – how did you get into this occupation – cleaning boots?”
“’E started it,” said Tim, pointing a thumb at Bobby.  “’E was the one what was inter it from the start, eh, mate?”
“Is that true, Bobby?”
Bobby reddened slightly.  “I guess…  I used to clean all my aunt’s boots for her – she’s got stacks and stacks of them – and she knows Miss Poole, and the idea just sort of grew from there…”
“So do you enjoy what you do?”
“Oh, yes, very much!” he blurted.  Then perceiving he may have dropped his guard a little, he added, “I, er…that is to say…  What I mean is, it’s very satisfying to provide a useful service to all the riders.  They may not have time to clean their boots, and with us they don’t even have to take them off.  They can sit and relax while we do all the work.”
“You sound as though you love what you do, Bobby.  How about you, Tim?”
“At first ‘e talked me inter it.  But now I’m getting’ to like it.  We get well paid, and…”
“And you get to chat up all the girls…” put in Jamilah, with a wink.
Tim gave a sheepish grin.
“So, what sort of boots do you like best?” asked Faith.
“I don’t mind,” said Tim, frankly.  “’E likes figh-boots, don’cher Bobby?”
“Really, Bobby?  Is that true?” gasped Jamilah.  “I wish I’d known.  I would have worn mine today.  They come right up to here!”  She indicated a point high up on her thigh.  Bobby gulped and pressed his hands more firmly in his lap.  The mere thought was enough…
“Yeah, it’s true, ain’t it mate?”
“Shut up, Tim…”
“You should’a seen ‘im when we ‘ad that Serena lady in ‘ere…”
“Serena?”  Faith laughed.  “You serviced Serena?”
“Yeah,” continued Tim, enjoying Bobby’s embarrassment, “we did.  An’ she was wearin’ this amazin’ latex outfit…”
“Ah, yes.  We’ve seen that,” said Faith.  “That little flirt.  Well, if she’s heard about your new outfits she’ll be back, I can guarantee that.”
“Yes.  There’s nothing she likes better than handsome young men,” grinned Jamilah.  “Eats ‘em for breakfast.  Better watch out, boys!”
“How do you feel about being eaten by Serena?” asked Faith seriously.  The boys looked at her, alarmed, making the girls explode with laughter.
“Anyway,” said Jamilah, “I think it’s time you attended to us.  Do you like our boots?”
Both girls wore tan riding boots over black leather breeches, a look that had been trending at Pitt’s Wood for some months.  They had been leaning into the boys, so that the leather was pressing against their bare thighs.  Beneath his hands Bobby was already hard, and Tim wasn’t far behind.  It was a relief to get down on their knees and get to work…

It was an enjoyable session.  The boys felt they had made two good friends.  The girls left a good tip, kissed them goodbye, promised to come again soon – and Jamilah promised to wear her thigh-boots.  They left the boys in the waiting-room, walked down the corridor and out of the main door.  And only then did they release their suppressed feelings, and collapse in laughter…

Chapter 241.

Frankie Meering sat in the waiting-room in a state of contained nervous uneasiness.  She had never intended to make a visit to the boot parlour.  She was an only child, and had been brought up by a single mother with anxiety issues, who had taught her to be wary of everyone, but especially men.  As a result she was still as timid as a little mouse in mixed society, and was only really comfortable in the company of her few friends or her horses.  But two of those friends, who had already visited, had coaxed and teased her until she felt ashamed of her cowardice, and consented to take the plunge.  Having agreed and allowed them to book a session for her, she immediately regretted her decision.  But they had made sure she attended, accompanying her to the boot parlour entrance and handing her into Ellie’s custody.  Even then, had it not been for Ellie’s detaining her with aimless gossip, at which she excelled, she may well have fled.

She had seen the boys about the Centre in their civvies, and the sight of them brought a flush to her cheeks, and, when on one occasion they passed close by and looked at her, almost gave her a panic attack.  Tim especially seemed so tall and masculine that the mere idea of being in his company, especially wearing one of those superhero uniforms she had seen at the show, made her heart flutter with terror. 
She waited, trembling, as the clock ticked towards nine.  On the dot, the door opened, and the boys appeared - their first appearance before customers as pageboys.  She took in the little latex shorts with pink frills, the frilled latex gloves, the Mary Janes, the ribbon chokers – and nearly laughed out loud.  Her hand went to her mouth, and she emitted an involuntary snort.  The boys, anticipating quite the opposite reaction, stopped in their tracks.  Was this the shy, delicate girl Ellie had warned them about?  Had there been a change of booking?  Why wasn’t she staring in admiration at their amazing cool uniforms?
Bobby took charge.
“Er, good morning, miss.  I’m Bobby, and this is Timmy.  Boot boys at your service.  Please instruct us as to what you require, and we’ll do our best…”
Frankie had quickly recovered her self-control.  “Thank you, boys.  I must say you look very…smart.  Smart, yes.”  She was fighting the desire to burst out laughing.  So these were the boys she had been frightened of!  How could they possibly think…?  But it didn’t matter.  They believed it, and she wasn’t going to disabuse them.  She’d take  her cue from them.
“Wow!  What amazing uniforms!  You look so cool.  I’m so glad I came to see you at last.”
The boys looked at each other with satisfied smiles.  She must have been taken aback at first.  Too much of a shock for her, probably.
Tim immediately went into swaggering mode.
“Glad you like ‘em, miss.  Do you like the colour?  Cos we got uvvers in the pipeline, like, in different styles and colours.”
“Wherever did you get them?”
“We got our own supplier, see?  Big internash’nal company.  Make us whatever we want.”
“Really?  But I like these ones.  I love them, in fact.  Can I see…?”
She leant forward.  Tim strolled over to give her a better view.  She reached out and touched the side of his shorts, then ruffled his frills.  She noted with delight the vertical bulge at the front, and the neat separation of his balls.  She bit her lip, determined to stay serious.
“They’re so well made…  And the fit…”
“All our uniforms are made to measure,” piped up Bobby. 
“Gosh, is that a fact?”  Frankie leant back again.  “Do you only wear them in here?  It’s a pity you can’t wear them outside for everyone to see.”
“Well, no, we’re not allowed,” continued Bobby.  “I think Miss Poole is worried they might get damaged if we did that…”
“Yeah.  They’re ‘spensive, see…very ‘spensive,” boasted Tim.
“But next month,” said Bobby, excitedly, “we have permission to wear them to a big wedding.  It’s like a friend of a friend…”
“Gosh, how exciting!  You’ll be a big hit, I’m sure…”

There was a short pause, while Frankie looked both of them up and down.  She took out her phone.
“Would you mind if…?”
“No, not at all,” said Bobby.  “Go ahead.”
“Could I have one of each of you separately, then one with both of you together?”
“Sure.”
“Bobby? Could you stand by the door?  Just stand naturally…”
She rose from her chair and stood opposite him.  Bobby hooked his thumbs into his belt and grinned.  Frankie took a number snaps in various poses, keeping him busy for about five minutes, during which time he became conscious of the increasing intensity of the vibrations deep inside, and the consequent effect on his level of arousal.  By the time she was satisfied, the pressure in the front of his shorts was palpable.  He blushed slightly, and was relieved to when she called on Tim to take his place.
But Tim was already in a worse state.  His plug had been twitching and pulsing all the while Bobby was being photographed, and now, despite his best efforts, his coc-k was quite out of control, and flaunting its length shamelessly as if determined to do its best to reach his belt buckle.  At Frankie’s summons he looked around, as if to say, “what, me?” but Frankie, delighted at his obvious embarrassment, was having no procrastination, and gestured to him to take Bobby’s place by the door.  She went down on one knee to make sure of the best angle.
“Come on, Timmy.  Your turn.  Good boy.  No, not like that – hook your thumbs in your belt like Bobby did.  That’s it.  That a much cooler pose.  Smile, Timmy…  Come on now, show how happy you are in your brand new pageboy outfit.  That’s right!  Hold it…”
Tim’s cheeks were burning as he faced her.  His coc-k was as now firm and fat as a bratwurst sausage, standing proud and vertical in his shorts, pressing against his tummy.  There was a noticeable narrowing half way up the shaft, marking the position of the latex tether.  Every now and then it twitched visibly in response to the relentless vibrations of his butt-plug.  But Frankie had no mercy, ordering into a variety of cute poses, enhanced by finger gestures – peace sign, finger to lips (naughty-boy style), hand over mouth (oops! What have I done?), and so on.  She even tricked him into one, making him stand with his right thumb hooked into his belt, and then telling him to close all his other fingers except the index finger, leaving him pointing right at that which he most desired to conceal; but he realised just too late! 
When she had finished with him, she took a brief time out to scroll through her pictures.  Yes, these were going to make her quite a reputation amongst her friends, no doubt about that.  She wound up with a few snaps of the boys together, arms in arm, wearing sickly smiles.  The boot-cleaning came almost as an afterthought, but she felt the boys had done everything she had asked of them, and they deserved the respite of being on their knees for a few minutes instead of on show.
She looked down at them as they knelt, side-by-side, working on the leather.  These were the sort of boys she liked.  Sweet, innocent, and easily tamed.  The shyness was all theirs; she felt quite at ease around them now, and indeed, the whole session had made her feel a much more confident person.  She knew this wouldn’t be her last visit…

As she walked away from the parlour, past a couple of waiting customers, she felt calm and contented.  Thinking of the photos on her phone, and the pleasure she would have editing them and showing them off to her friends, there was an uncharacteristically satisfied smile on her face…

Chapter 240. 

It was an unconventional relationship, but as none of them had ever experienced a “conventional” one – if such a thing can be said to exist – it troubled them not in the least.  That night May and Jasmine shared one bed And Bobby and Tim the other, for no other reason than that the girls had to be at work by six-thirty on a Monday.  By the time the boys woke they were gone. 
Ellie ran into them on her way to the boys’ apartment, and received a brief account of events the previous evening, illustrated by a glimpse of the video.  There was a smile on her face as she laid their pageboy uniforms out and called to them to rise.
“Eight o’clock, boys!  One hour to get ready and have breakfast.
“Whose first…?” came a sleepy voice from within.
“Let me see…  Ah…Frankie Meering.  Do you know her?”
“Don’t think so…”
“She’s a sweet girl.  Rather shy.  Quite surprised she turned up, actually – especially by herself.  Two of her friends – they saw you guys in the first week – have been trying to persuade her to book a session.  Be nice to her, won’t you?”
Despite this apparently well-meaning advice, the mischievous Ellie had decided Frankie deserved a little treat to reward her for taking the plunge, and she had set the vibes to mark three again.  “That should easily set her blushing,” she said to herself, with a smile.  She delayed getting the boys into their uniforms till the last minute, pretending to have forgotten to charge their butt-plugs.
“Good news, Tim,” whispered Bobby.  “Looks like we may have a quiet time of it today.”
Tim frowned.  “It ain’t like her to forget somethink like that…” he said, suspiciously.
“Oh, she’s here, boys.  In the waiting room.  Let me give you one more check over…  Yes, you look great!  Lucky Frankie.  She’ll be the first to see you in your pageboy outfits.  Right, off you go.  I have to go see Miss Poole.  Remember what I said.  Be very polite and well-behaved, won’t you?”
“We always are,” remarked Bobby.  “It’s the customers that…”
But Ellie was gone. 

Miss Poole relied on Ellie for reports on the boys’ conduct.  Monday mornings were a good time for her to get updated with the latest intelligence.  Ellie knocked, and Miss Poole called her in at once.
“Ellie, thank you for coming.  Just give me a moment, would you?  I’ve just asked to be connected to Deborah Cresswell about her wedding.”
A moment later the phone on her desk rang.  “Ah, hello?  Is that Deborah?  Good morning.  This is Violet Poole from Pitt’s Wood Equestrian Centre.  Yes…   Bobby…  That’s right.  Yes, he’s now our permanent resident boot boy.  Yes, very exciting!  Now I wanted to ask you, have you seen the photos I emailed of Bobby and his friend Timmy?  You have?  What do you…?  You do?  Really?  Both of them?  They’ll be so happy!  Bobby’s so looking forward to showing off his pageboy outfit, and Timmy’s been so jealous!  I know.  I know!  Isn’t it wonderful?  Did you see the specs of their outfits from Fantastex?  No, they really do.  It is a little teeny bit naughty, of course but…  Oh, I’m so glad you approve!  Yes, I know.  They can be…  Yes, quite dull.  But a little bit of spice…  I can see we’re on the same page.  Now, I have to ask…  The boys have a supervisor.  She’s very nice, and very smart, in both senses of the word.  Oh, she can?  And she mentioned two attendants.  Really?  She’ll be so pleased…  Excellent, yes…  Now I wanted to ask…  Please say no if I’m overstepping the mark…  Apart from the in-house service, we are now offering home visits.  They can not only attend to footwear, but any domestic duties.  Sorry?  Well of course I’m using the term in its widest…  Oh, yes…absolutely anything.  Parties?  Of course.  Well the thing is, Deborah, we are printing flyers in the hope we can reach a wider…   I can?  Oh, that’s so good of you!  No, I’m sure some of your guests will be interested…  And of course, I’ll give you vouchers in case you decide you’d like to visit…or be visited…  No, no problem.  Only too happy…  You’ve been so kind….  Yes, well, we’ll speak again soon,  Thank you again.  Yes, let’s.  Bye, Deborah!”
Miss Poole smiled.  She loves them.. They’re both welcome, as are you, and your two friends.  Now, Ellie…  Any updates?”
“Thank you, miss.  May and Jessica will be pleased.  Especially since they found out some things about the boys last night.”
“Oh, really?  Like what exactly?”
“Like Tim has a terrible crush on Bobby, and wishes he was a girl.  And Bobby would like to be a girl – or at least, he’d like to wear girls’ clothes.  And he will do pretty much anything to please Timmy.  And May and Jessica have the pair of them eating out of their hands…”
“Goodness, stop right there, Ellie.  That’s enough for me to take in a one sitting.  So your surmise was correct.  We have a pair of potential, dare I say it - sissy-boys…on our hands.”
“Seems so, miss.”
“I was hoping that would be the case.  I wish all boys of that age could have at least an element of…shall we say, feminine softness?  And how are the new uniforms?”
“Oh, amazing, Miss Poole.  Those little plugs are so effective…”
“Hmm.  Excellent.  Cynthia’s come up trumps again.  Remember to turn them on for the wedding, won’t you?  We want the boys to put on a good display…”
“Of course, miss.  And for the time being May and Jessica are going to continue their, er, education.  I’ll report any developments.”
“Thank you, Ellie.  You can always email me if there’s anything you would like me to know urgently.  And attach any visual evidence at you discretion…”
“Yes, Miss Poole – absolutely.”
“And I must tell Diana and Eleanor what you’ve just told me.  They have another session on Wednesday – don’t give the boys any forewarning, will you?  They also spotted a certain, ah, empathy between them, and I think they said they might push things a little further this time…”

Chapter 9

James woke up feeling sore, he had a bad case of nappy rash beginning, not helped at all by the excessive rubbing to the front of his nappy on the previous day. His nappy was soaked, his bib wet from a night of drooling as he nursed on his dummy. His hand clutched tightly to the woollen shawl which he had caressed to his face and luxuriated in the fragrance the entire night.

The continual subliminal messaging had him unperturbed by the thought that he had wet his nappies during the night. He knew that his (do di) dummy and his (shoo-shoo) baby shawl were a vital part of his life and he would be very nervous if they were to leave his sight.

Lisa came in with a warm bottle of milk which he grabbed hungrily and began to suc-k vigorously on the bottle teat. As he enjoyed his bottle, she removed his wet and rather odorous nappy and threw it in the wet nappy bucket. In no time at all she had him in the bath and enjoying a happy time splashing and laughing as he played with a few bright yellow plastic ducks. She pulled the reluctant boyfriend out of the bath and carefully dried him off.

The special cream was applied generously to his little sissy stick which she could have sworn was already looking smaller that it had the day before. A heavy layer of zinc and castor oil cream was applied to his nappy area, with particular attention to the areas where small pimples were erupting in patches of redness where nappy rash was beginning to appear. The coolness of the cream induced a tumescence into his little member and Lisa smiles at how the erection was speeding up his downfall as the drugs were absorbed into his blood stream.

She decided not to use his plastic pants in an attempt to allow some air to get to his skin. She laid him in his cot on top of three night time nappies and loosely pinned two regular nappies around him to allow his skin to recover. James wanted to get out and was not cooperating, so Lisa put him in a fresh little smocked night dress and then put him in his reins, which she attached firmly to the restraining rings on the cot. Now he was lying on his back and unable to sit up or do anything other than stare at the ceiling. She picked up his unfinished bottle and he resumed his feed. He was asleep in ten minutes, legs wide apart, shawl against his ear and his bottle hanging out the side of his mouth.

The door bell rang and Lisa ran down to greet her new guest. A very smart tall girl stood before her dressed in the traditional Norland nanny uniform which was a pale grey/beige. Her hair was tied neatly into a bun leaving her features looking a little severe. She was dark haired with a gently tanned complexion and she was tall and slender. She looked athletic, here muscles were well developed and she clearly looked after herself, as well as she cared for her little charges. She paid her taxi driver, who had lined her suit cases in a row on the doorstep.

“Caroline Fortiscue” she announced with a clear diction of a lady who had been well educated and came from a very good family “I am here to be the nanny to James”

“Wonderful” enthused Lisa who was looking quite flushed and radiant from her dash to the door “I am so pleased you have decided to join me. James is in his nursery, he has had his wet nappy removed, been given a bath and put in a clean nappy, fed his bottle and is now having a nap. Let me help you to your room.”

Lisa took one of the cases and Caroline easily picked up the other two. The went up to the nursery and opened the adjoining door. Caroline’s new room was bright and airy, it had a comfortable double bed topped with a patchwork quilt. The bedside table had a baby monitor on its top which showed a green light. The sound of James suc-king on his dummy could be heard clearly.

In the room were ample fitted wardrobes, in the middle of which was the door that led in to the nursery. On the wall with the window was a small table that had two large packets of unopened terry towelling nappies, a pile of bibs in their cellophane wrappers, plastic pants of various colours, styles and sizes in plastic bags and several different coloured dummies also in their original packaging.

They dropped the cases and went through to the nursery. “He has nappy rash” confessed Lisa “so I am trying not to use his plastic nappy covers this morning. Good grief, I changed his nappy just ten minutes ago and he has wet himself already” she whispered with a slight giggle.

James was sound asleep, the nappies covering him were clearly yellowed by his wetting, but he was blissfully unaware as he suc-ked on his dummy. His freshly washed hair shone in the sunlight that came through the nursery window, his pink bonnet was hung over the corner post of his crib ready for use later.

Caroline explored the nursery, approving of the kitchenette and nappy changing facilities, and at the thought that had been paid to the storage of his babyish supplies and clothes. She wandered over to a door on the other side of the nursery and peeked inside. It was a sluice for dirty nappies and had a specially designed bathing area for a large baby. It was clear from the wet towels and disorder, that it had been used recently.

“Look, you get settled in and unpack your things and we will have a meeting this afternoon, once the other staff have arrived and are on board. I would be grateful if you could change the little one when he wakes up. I bet he will be thrilled to know that he now has a nanny!” said Lisa

I love it when a sissy associates a full diaper with arousal.  Hope for more soonish!