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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 04:04:32 PM »
Chapter 365.
Once Robyn and Frieda had left, Connie went to a cupboard at the end of the kitchen, reached up to the top shelf, and took down Tim’s confiscated phone. She soon found Jenny’s number. She stood thinking for a few moments, then called.
An anxious voice answered.
“Tim?”
“I’m sorry. Tim’s a little busy at present. I’m his present employer. My name’s Connie Brookshaw. You must be Jenny.”
“Yes, I’m Jenny. Is he…all right?”
“Oh, he’s fine. Great. I’m so happy he came to work for us. Look, I’m really sorry about having to restrict your contact. Had I known the situation, that you had only just started dating when he was snatched away from you, as it were, I would have postponed the contract for a couple of days. But an urgent job had come up, and in my haste I failed to ascertain all the facts. May I explain?”
“Please…”
“I don’t know quite what you’ve been told, but this is the position. I’ve hired Tim from ESDS, which you may have heard of - Ms Egerton’s mother is a director - and his present contract lasts for two weeks, covering both domestic and modelling work. We are essentially fashion designers. We work out of an isolated private house in the locality of Kennett, but the fashion industry… You wouldn’t believe how cutthroat it is. So many times we’ve had our designs leaked, and lost money. So we were forced to institute restrictions on the movement and communications of our employees. Do you understand, Jenny?”
“Y-yes, I think so…”
“Their contracts are short term, so there’s normally no problem. Unfortunately in this instance it seems the information was not transmitted to you in time. That’s totally my fault, and I apologise unreservedly. Now Tim is someone I trust implicitly, so I’ve decided in his case I will allow daily phone calls each evening of fifteen minutes duration. I know that’s not much, but it’s a privilege my co-directors would not normally allow me to extend to any employee. So I would ask you keep the concession absolutely confidential.
“Oh, of course! I wouldn’t say a word! I’m so grateful, Ms Brookshaw… Though… Can I tell my mum all this?”
“Of course. Ms Egerton holds both you and your mother in very high regard.”
“It’s really very kind of you…”
“Not at all. Tim is an asset to the firm. So what time would it be convenient for him to call?”
“Maybe…about nine?”
“Perfect. I’ll explain the rules to him. Well then…”
“Can you tell me what he does? And what’s the name of your company?”
“Oh, er, of course. So Tim is modelling various outfits. You would be aware of the recent shoot at Pitt’s Wood, in which we were also involved. On top of that he undertakes domestic services within the house, and keeps us all happy and, er, entertained. We call ourselves CFBM Couture. It’s just the initials of the four directors. You may not find us in any directories. We work very discreetly for the reasons I’ve already mentioned.
“Thank you. You’ve been very kind. I feel so reassured, and my mum will be relieved.”
“I’m so glad I could clear things up, Jenny. Well, I’ll ask Tim to ring you at nine. And every evening till his contract ends.”
Thank you again…”
“No problem. Bye for now, Jenny…”
“Goodbye, Ms Brookshaw…”
“Connie, please…”
“Goodbye then, Connie…”
“Bye dear…”
She took a deep breath.
“There. Sorted. All I have to do is to make sure Tim gets the story straight. Jenny sounds a bright girl. Tim should stick with her, not mess about with sexy little flirts like Kit. But how could he resist, when she pops up out of the blue like that, all neatly packaged up in glossy black latex?” She chuckled. “Naughty boy… I’d better see what’s going on out there…”
She opened the door and walked out. Bridget was outside waiting for her.
“That was a long call. Connie, someone needs to rescue Tim. Robyn had to go – her mother wanted her at ESDS. She said sorry, but if you need her later to pick up that girl just to give her a call.”
“Okay…
She held out her phone.
“Oh. I see…”
“She’s completely ignoring the rest of us. Rude little bitch. She’s already drunk another two glasses of the best Chablis.”
“She’s got good taste…in everything. Are there more pictures?”
“Oh yes. She’s been pawing him pretty much everywhere.”
“Good. Make sure no-one deletes any of them, will you?”
“Sorry?”
“You heard me. Now…”
Once Robyn and Frieda had left, Connie went to a cupboard at the end of the kitchen, reached up to the top shelf, and took down Tim’s confiscated phone. She soon found Jenny’s number. She stood thinking for a few moments, then called.
An anxious voice answered.
“Tim?”
“I’m sorry. Tim’s a little busy at present. I’m his present employer. My name’s Connie Brookshaw. You must be Jenny.”
“Yes, I’m Jenny. Is he…all right?”
“Oh, he’s fine. Great. I’m so happy he came to work for us. Look, I’m really sorry about having to restrict your contact. Had I known the situation, that you had only just started dating when he was snatched away from you, as it were, I would have postponed the contract for a couple of days. But an urgent job had come up, and in my haste I failed to ascertain all the facts. May I explain?”
“Please…”
“I don’t know quite what you’ve been told, but this is the position. I’ve hired Tim from ESDS, which you may have heard of - Ms Egerton’s mother is a director - and his present contract lasts for two weeks, covering both domestic and modelling work. We are essentially fashion designers. We work out of an isolated private house in the locality of Kennett, but the fashion industry… You wouldn’t believe how cutthroat it is. So many times we’ve had our designs leaked, and lost money. So we were forced to institute restrictions on the movement and communications of our employees. Do you understand, Jenny?”
“Y-yes, I think so…”
“Their contracts are short term, so there’s normally no problem. Unfortunately in this instance it seems the information was not transmitted to you in time. That’s totally my fault, and I apologise unreservedly. Now Tim is someone I trust implicitly, so I’ve decided in his case I will allow daily phone calls each evening of fifteen minutes duration. I know that’s not much, but it’s a privilege my co-directors would not normally allow me to extend to any employee. So I would ask you keep the concession absolutely confidential.
“Oh, of course! I wouldn’t say a word! I’m so grateful, Ms Brookshaw… Though… Can I tell my mum all this?”
“Of course. Ms Egerton holds both you and your mother in very high regard.”
“It’s really very kind of you…”
“Not at all. Tim is an asset to the firm. So what time would it be convenient for him to call?”
“Maybe…about nine?”
“Perfect. I’ll explain the rules to him. Well then…”
“Can you tell me what he does? And what’s the name of your company?”
“Oh, er, of course. So Tim is modelling various outfits. You would be aware of the recent shoot at Pitt’s Wood, in which we were also involved. On top of that he undertakes domestic services within the house, and keeps us all happy and, er, entertained. We call ourselves CFBM Couture. It’s just the initials of the four directors. You may not find us in any directories. We work very discreetly for the reasons I’ve already mentioned.
“Thank you. You’ve been very kind. I feel so reassured, and my mum will be relieved.”
“I’m so glad I could clear things up, Jenny. Well, I’ll ask Tim to ring you at nine. And every evening till his contract ends.”
Thank you again…”
“No problem. Bye for now, Jenny…”
“Goodbye, Ms Brookshaw…”
“Connie, please…”
“Goodbye then, Connie…”
“Bye dear…”
She took a deep breath.
“There. Sorted. All I have to do is to make sure Tim gets the story straight. Jenny sounds a bright girl. Tim should stick with her, not mess about with sexy little flirts like Kit. But how could he resist, when she pops up out of the blue like that, all neatly packaged up in glossy black latex?” She chuckled. “Naughty boy… I’d better see what’s going on out there…”
She opened the door and walked out. Bridget was outside waiting for her.
“That was a long call. Connie, someone needs to rescue Tim. Robyn had to go – her mother wanted her at ESDS. She said sorry, but if you need her later to pick up that girl just to give her a call.”
“Okay…
She held out her phone.
“Oh. I see…”
“She’s completely ignoring the rest of us. Rude little bitch. She’s already drunk another two glasses of the best Chablis.”
“She’s got good taste…in everything. Are there more pictures?”
“Oh yes. She’s been pawing him pretty much everywhere.”
“Good. Make sure no-one deletes any of them, will you?”
“Sorry?”
“You heard me. Now…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 07:22:43 AM »
Chapter 364.
Connie closed the door of the kitchen behind them.
“That girl… She’s amazing! Where did you meet her?”
“Actually at a club. A few months ago. She was wearing one of her outrageous outfits. Seriously aunt, I’m completely hetero, but I tell you, I fancied her like mad right from the off.”
“Have you…?”
“No. Not that I wouldn’t like to. But I don’t want to upset the apple cart. She has a steady girlfriend. Not that that would stop her, if I gave in to temptation. She may seem sweet and well-behaved, but I can tell you she has no inhibitions. None whatsoever. Have you seen the way she looks at Tim?”
“Yes, of course. I was rather hoping she might exploit his vulnerability a little. What’s the girlfriend like?”
“What’s she like?”
Robyn laughed. “You’d be surprised. Ditzy. Goth Lolita. Kit’s the boy in that relationship. She makes the running, all right. You wouldn’t believe the stuff they get up to…”
“I probably would. But what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“Ah. Yes. You’re not going to like this, I don’t think. You know Tim has a girlfriend? Apparently it’s recent – like as recent as a couple of days – and now she’s distraught because she hasn’t had a word from him, and Serena’s spun her some yarn about commercial secrecy, and the whole thing…”
“And so?”
“And so… Serena’s in a spot. She wouldn’t suggest anything like this to you, but the only solution she can see is for Tim to be allowed a quick call…”
“No way. You know my policy.”
“Yes, I do… The other thing she told me… She’s being pestered by Esther Shilling…”
“Esther? Really? Why?”
“Because she’s got a crush on Tim too, and she’s desperate to meet up with him again. She got a selfie with him at the wedding, and apparently she can’t get over him. Incredible, yeah? He dresses up in those silly little rubber hotpants and the girls are all over him like bees round a honeypot.”
“Oh, how funny! Little Esther. Imagine. Well, I haven’t seen her for a year, so I guess she’s not so little any more.”
“So shall I tell Serena no, or just not say anything?”
“Oh, tell her no. She knows the rules. I’m surprised her mother didn’t explain it to her.”
“Apparently she asked her mum, and it was her who suggested she have a word with me…”
“What? Whatever was she thinking? I can’t imagine… What benefit could possibly…”
She lapsed into silent thought for a few seconds.
“Wait a minute… I remember something we did years ago… Yes… I wonder…”
“What is it, aunt?”
“Okay. I’ll explain. Oh, I’m such a devious bitch. This is how it works. You foster this passionate, romantic attachment, relationship, whatever. First love or something. Powerful and jealous. Then you compromise one partner, and collect evidence. Maybe a slight thing, of no real significance. But that partner becomes terrified the other will find out. That partner will do anything – absolutely anything – to avoid exposure. Of course, you never do actually expose them, because then you'd have no further hold over them. But as long as they’re in that relationship, you effectively have them in the palm of your hand…”
She smiled grimly, and closed one fist. Even Robyn was quite taken aback.
“Isn’t that…like blackmail, though…?”
Connie ignored the remark. “And here we are, not only with Kit, the ravishing latex predator, but at the other end of the spectrum, the possibility of sweet little Esther Shilling, with her innocent teenage crush. Of the two I think I’d put my money on Esther. She’s the perfect instrument. Lovers can sometimes been forgiven for capitulating to a determined, sensual seductress, but a kid with a crush would be an outright insult. I’m sure what’s-her-name… Jenny, is it?” Robyn nodded. “I feel sure there’s nothing this Jenny would hate more than being usurped by some lovesick teenager Do you agree?”
“If you put it like that...”
“Right. Then I think I’ll make a call.”
“Okay.” Robyn made towards the door.
“No, darling…stay, please… Watch and learn…”
She picked up her phone and called a number.
“Hello? Mabel? How are you? It’s Connie – Connie Brookshaw. Yes! I’m fine, dear. I know. Probably nearly a year. Well, I do have an ulterior motive…”
“You can say that again,” murmured Robyn.
“I understand your Esther has been trying to get in contact with a boy she met at that wedding recently. Tim. Yes. Is she? Okay…” A pause. “Esther! Hi. How are you? Yes, that’s right. I do know him. What’s more, he’s living in my house for the next week or two. Yes! Yes, it is. I was wondering if… Yes, I was going to offer. What about tomorrow? You could stay all day if you wanted. Eat with us, get to know Tim a bit better… Okay, if it’s okay with your mum… Hi, Mabel. Robyn’s volunteered to collect her. Ten? Oh, earlier! Nine then. I bet she is. Okay, great. Let’s get together for a drink sometime soon. Sure. Great, yes. Okay, bye for now…”
She turned to her niece.
“See? Easy peasy. Be a dear and bring her over tomorrow. You can stay and watch the fun. Help me get a few snaps.
“Okay, aunt… I guess…”
Although Robyn herself had vaguely thought of some sort of trade-off, she was a little shocked by her aunt’s brazen duplicity.
“So you can tell Serena Tim will be allowed one call every evening from now on.”
“How kind of you, aunt…”
Connie ignored the sarcasm. “It is, isn’t it? What do you think? Fifteen minutes? Yes, that would be enough. Long enough for them to get all luvvie-duvvie, but short enough to keep them wanting more. But this Jenny will want an explanation. I’ll talk to her myself. Her number will be on Tim’s phone. I’ll do it later. No, maybe now…”
But she was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Frieda, with a smirk on her face.
“What is it, Frieda?”
“That girl and Tim… They’re getting on so well… Thought you might be interested, so I managed to sneak a piccy.”
She held up her phone. Connie squinted at it. “Well, well… Fancy that. See this, Robyn? Just the sort of thing I was talking about. And it’s dropped straight into my lap!”
“Gosh… She didn’t waste any time…”
“Now, get out there and see if you can get more. Total discretion, naturally. Here, take my phone as well. Maybe hide it on the cabinet by the door and take a video. Go on, hurry. We don’t want to miss anything…”
Connie closed the door of the kitchen behind them.
“That girl… She’s amazing! Where did you meet her?”
“Actually at a club. A few months ago. She was wearing one of her outrageous outfits. Seriously aunt, I’m completely hetero, but I tell you, I fancied her like mad right from the off.”
“Have you…?”
“No. Not that I wouldn’t like to. But I don’t want to upset the apple cart. She has a steady girlfriend. Not that that would stop her, if I gave in to temptation. She may seem sweet and well-behaved, but I can tell you she has no inhibitions. None whatsoever. Have you seen the way she looks at Tim?”
“Yes, of course. I was rather hoping she might exploit his vulnerability a little. What’s the girlfriend like?”
“What’s she like?”
Robyn laughed. “You’d be surprised. Ditzy. Goth Lolita. Kit’s the boy in that relationship. She makes the running, all right. You wouldn’t believe the stuff they get up to…”
“I probably would. But what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“Ah. Yes. You’re not going to like this, I don’t think. You know Tim has a girlfriend? Apparently it’s recent – like as recent as a couple of days – and now she’s distraught because she hasn’t had a word from him, and Serena’s spun her some yarn about commercial secrecy, and the whole thing…”
“And so?”
“And so… Serena’s in a spot. She wouldn’t suggest anything like this to you, but the only solution she can see is for Tim to be allowed a quick call…”
“No way. You know my policy.”
“Yes, I do… The other thing she told me… She’s being pestered by Esther Shilling…”
“Esther? Really? Why?”
“Because she’s got a crush on Tim too, and she’s desperate to meet up with him again. She got a selfie with him at the wedding, and apparently she can’t get over him. Incredible, yeah? He dresses up in those silly little rubber hotpants and the girls are all over him like bees round a honeypot.”
“Oh, how funny! Little Esther. Imagine. Well, I haven’t seen her for a year, so I guess she’s not so little any more.”
“So shall I tell Serena no, or just not say anything?”
“Oh, tell her no. She knows the rules. I’m surprised her mother didn’t explain it to her.”
“Apparently she asked her mum, and it was her who suggested she have a word with me…”
“What? Whatever was she thinking? I can’t imagine… What benefit could possibly…”
She lapsed into silent thought for a few seconds.
“Wait a minute… I remember something we did years ago… Yes… I wonder…”
“What is it, aunt?”
“Okay. I’ll explain. Oh, I’m such a devious bitch. This is how it works. You foster this passionate, romantic attachment, relationship, whatever. First love or something. Powerful and jealous. Then you compromise one partner, and collect evidence. Maybe a slight thing, of no real significance. But that partner becomes terrified the other will find out. That partner will do anything – absolutely anything – to avoid exposure. Of course, you never do actually expose them, because then you'd have no further hold over them. But as long as they’re in that relationship, you effectively have them in the palm of your hand…”
She smiled grimly, and closed one fist. Even Robyn was quite taken aback.
“Isn’t that…like blackmail, though…?”
Connie ignored the remark. “And here we are, not only with Kit, the ravishing latex predator, but at the other end of the spectrum, the possibility of sweet little Esther Shilling, with her innocent teenage crush. Of the two I think I’d put my money on Esther. She’s the perfect instrument. Lovers can sometimes been forgiven for capitulating to a determined, sensual seductress, but a kid with a crush would be an outright insult. I’m sure what’s-her-name… Jenny, is it?” Robyn nodded. “I feel sure there’s nothing this Jenny would hate more than being usurped by some lovesick teenager Do you agree?”
“If you put it like that...”
“Right. Then I think I’ll make a call.”
“Okay.” Robyn made towards the door.
“No, darling…stay, please… Watch and learn…”
She picked up her phone and called a number.
“Hello? Mabel? How are you? It’s Connie – Connie Brookshaw. Yes! I’m fine, dear. I know. Probably nearly a year. Well, I do have an ulterior motive…”
“You can say that again,” murmured Robyn.
“I understand your Esther has been trying to get in contact with a boy she met at that wedding recently. Tim. Yes. Is she? Okay…” A pause. “Esther! Hi. How are you? Yes, that’s right. I do know him. What’s more, he’s living in my house for the next week or two. Yes! Yes, it is. I was wondering if… Yes, I was going to offer. What about tomorrow? You could stay all day if you wanted. Eat with us, get to know Tim a bit better… Okay, if it’s okay with your mum… Hi, Mabel. Robyn’s volunteered to collect her. Ten? Oh, earlier! Nine then. I bet she is. Okay, great. Let’s get together for a drink sometime soon. Sure. Great, yes. Okay, bye for now…”
She turned to her niece.
“See? Easy peasy. Be a dear and bring her over tomorrow. You can stay and watch the fun. Help me get a few snaps.
“Okay, aunt… I guess…”
Although Robyn herself had vaguely thought of some sort of trade-off, she was a little shocked by her aunt’s brazen duplicity.
“So you can tell Serena Tim will be allowed one call every evening from now on.”
“How kind of you, aunt…”
Connie ignored the sarcasm. “It is, isn’t it? What do you think? Fifteen minutes? Yes, that would be enough. Long enough for them to get all luvvie-duvvie, but short enough to keep them wanting more. But this Jenny will want an explanation. I’ll talk to her myself. Her number will be on Tim’s phone. I’ll do it later. No, maybe now…”
But she was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Frieda, with a smirk on her face.
“What is it, Frieda?”
“That girl and Tim… They’re getting on so well… Thought you might be interested, so I managed to sneak a piccy.”
She held up her phone. Connie squinted at it. “Well, well… Fancy that. See this, Robyn? Just the sort of thing I was talking about. And it’s dropped straight into my lap!”
“Gosh… She didn’t waste any time…”
“Now, get out there and see if you can get more. Total discretion, naturally. Here, take my phone as well. Maybe hide it on the cabinet by the door and take a video. Go on, hurry. We don’t want to miss anything…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 06:13:01 AM »
Chapter 363.
Connie took him by the hand and led him over to where Kit and Maxine were talking.
“Kit… You met Tim briefly when he let you in, but I think you two should get to know each other better… Especially as you have something in common.”
Kit looked at Connie questioningly. “Yes?”
She pointed at Tim. “Latex!”
“Ah… Tim wear latex panties… Yes. Very pretty yellow ones.”
Tim felt a fool. She called them panties. He coloured up, but hid his chagrin.
“Panties!” crowed Connie, delighted. “He gets annoyed when we call them hotpants! But panties!”
And she laughed rudely.
Tim ignored her. He had something else on his mind. The pressure in his shorts was increasing. He kept both hands neatly clasped in front of the small but growing bulge, in an attempt to disguise his arousal with a show of pageboy propriety.
“See, miss, I work as a pageboy, and these are part of the uniform…”
“He’s got some lovely dresses, too,” persisted Connie, watching him out of the corner of her eye squirming with embarrassment. This was her thing. Her and her friends. Humiliation. Watching them blush, and stammer, and suffer. But Tim might be the best yet. And this Kit girl was better than she could ever have hoped. Robyn had really hit the jackpot there. But she was already planning for the days ahead. New outfits, awkward situations, outings… His cheeks would be burning, he’d be wriggling like a hooked worm. They’d have him begging for mercy… But there wouldn’t be any. Not a smidgin.
At the mention of dresses, Kit’s eyes lit up.
“Tim? You have dresses?”
“Well, some… I had to model them, see, and…”
“And he looked amazing,” said Robyn, sidling up. “Serena sent me all the pictures from the shoot, Tim.”
“Can I see pictures?” Kit’s eyes were sparkling.
“Of course, Kit. But he brought some with him, didn’t he auntie?”
“Of course. And I have other things… You must model some for Kit, sweetie.”
“Please do, Tim. I like to see you very much in pretty dresses…”
Connie and Robin exchanged looks. Tim was looking at Kit with wide eyes, like a surprised child looking at its mother. It was obvious to everyone present that there was some sort of unusual chemistry between them. Bridget, Maxine and Frieda moved away to a corner of the room, sat down, poured themselves fresh drinks, and engaged in a whispered conversation punctuated with stifled giggles.
Robyn took the opportunity to buttonhole her aunt.
“Auntie?” said Robyn. “I need to talk to you about something. Could we go into the kitchen for a minute?”
“Of course, dear. We’ll leave you two to get to know each other. Won’t be long.”
They made their way to the kitchen.
“Let us go there,” smiled Kit, taking Tim by the hand. The living room was L-shaped, one arm divided off by a short wall. She led him out of sight of the ladies. His heart was beating fast. He backed against the wall. Kit smiled. “You are good boy, Tim… Special boy. I think we could be good friends…”
Connie took him by the hand and led him over to where Kit and Maxine were talking.
“Kit… You met Tim briefly when he let you in, but I think you two should get to know each other better… Especially as you have something in common.”
Kit looked at Connie questioningly. “Yes?”
She pointed at Tim. “Latex!”
“Ah… Tim wear latex panties… Yes. Very pretty yellow ones.”
Tim felt a fool. She called them panties. He coloured up, but hid his chagrin.
“Panties!” crowed Connie, delighted. “He gets annoyed when we call them hotpants! But panties!”
And she laughed rudely.
Tim ignored her. He had something else on his mind. The pressure in his shorts was increasing. He kept both hands neatly clasped in front of the small but growing bulge, in an attempt to disguise his arousal with a show of pageboy propriety.
“See, miss, I work as a pageboy, and these are part of the uniform…”
“He’s got some lovely dresses, too,” persisted Connie, watching him out of the corner of her eye squirming with embarrassment. This was her thing. Her and her friends. Humiliation. Watching them blush, and stammer, and suffer. But Tim might be the best yet. And this Kit girl was better than she could ever have hoped. Robyn had really hit the jackpot there. But she was already planning for the days ahead. New outfits, awkward situations, outings… His cheeks would be burning, he’d be wriggling like a hooked worm. They’d have him begging for mercy… But there wouldn’t be any. Not a smidgin.
At the mention of dresses, Kit’s eyes lit up.
“Tim? You have dresses?”
“Well, some… I had to model them, see, and…”
“And he looked amazing,” said Robyn, sidling up. “Serena sent me all the pictures from the shoot, Tim.”
“Can I see pictures?” Kit’s eyes were sparkling.
“Of course, Kit. But he brought some with him, didn’t he auntie?”
“Of course. And I have other things… You must model some for Kit, sweetie.”
“Please do, Tim. I like to see you very much in pretty dresses…”
Connie and Robin exchanged looks. Tim was looking at Kit with wide eyes, like a surprised child looking at its mother. It was obvious to everyone present that there was some sort of unusual chemistry between them. Bridget, Maxine and Frieda moved away to a corner of the room, sat down, poured themselves fresh drinks, and engaged in a whispered conversation punctuated with stifled giggles.
Robyn took the opportunity to buttonhole her aunt.
“Auntie?” said Robyn. “I need to talk to you about something. Could we go into the kitchen for a minute?”
“Of course, dear. We’ll leave you two to get to know each other. Won’t be long.”
They made their way to the kitchen.
“Let us go there,” smiled Kit, taking Tim by the hand. The living room was L-shaped, one arm divided off by a short wall. She led him out of sight of the ladies. His heart was beating fast. He backed against the wall. Kit smiled. “You are good boy, Tim… Special boy. I think we could be good friends…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on Today at 03:27:10 AM »
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Terry's new school
« Last post by sissy marci on Yesterday at 06:13:50 PM »
Thank you for sharing yhis syory, i enjoyed it a lot
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Active Sissy Stories / New stories from Dara Janey available on Kindle
« Last post by DaraJaney on Yesterday at 06:09:06 PM »
Two new sissy stories of mine are available now on Kindle:
Princess Party - Gerry is along for the ride as his mum drops his sister off at a Princess Party but gets more invested in the party than he expected.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H2ZKC1J3
The Wrong Camp - Paul is due to go to a football academy summer camp but ends up on the wrong bus. Two weeks in a Catholic Girls' Association uniform turns out to be just the start.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H3RD42L8
Here is a flavour:
Paul was really looking forward to summer camp. He was going to a football academy, having shown great potential with the school team. His mother was driving him to the bus pickup point before going to stay with his granny while he was away.
They were running late though. He had insisted on going back for the shirt signed by Ronaldo which he knew would make the other guys really jealous. His mother was really stressed by the time they pulled into the motorway services where kids were being picked up for various summer camps.
Paul realised they were seriously late when he noticed that many of the buses were already pulling out. He looked desperately at the information leaflet. His bus would be in Bay 11. His mother had to dodge buses reversing out of their bays and making wide turns.
When one bus passed them, they could see Bay 11. The bus in it was about to pull out. Paul jumped from the car with his back-pack and ran to the bus. It started to pull out. He got to the door as the bus was turning out of the bay. He banged on the door. The driver ignored him. He banged harder. There was no way he was missing football academy! He really thumped the door and the driver felt he had to stop or this guy was going to cause damage.
The door opened and an angry looking driver said “I don’t think you’re on the right bus pal!” “Bay 11 – definitely!” Paul was certain and tugged his backpack up the steps. “But….” the driver didn’t get to finish what he was going to say because Paul was already pushing his backpack in front of him and past the luggage racks at the front of the bus. He heard the driver say “Please yourself” as he closed the door. Paul saw a gap in the pile of bags and shoved his backpack in.
The bus pulled out onto the motorway. Paul looked down the aisle. The bus was full of girls. “Hello sweetie!” one of them giggled. What’s more, they were all wearing uniforms! What summer camp involved uniforms?!
He went back towards the driver who was moving into the overtaking lane. “Sorry but I’m on the wrong bus.” “I tried to tell you pal but you wouldn’t listen.” “But you were in Bay 11.” “I had reversed into that bay in order to turn.” “Shit! Can you let me off?” “On a motorway?” “Well, at the next services.” “That’s not for 30 miles. You’d better sit down.”
Paul looked down the coach at the giggling girls. They were all really amused at this boy being stuck on their bus. Some of them were quite attractive. A particularly pretty blond and busty girl at the back shouted down the aisle “there’s a seat here!” The only vacant seat was in front of the back row which was not surprisingly occupied by the older girls. They all looked pleased at the prospect of having a fit looking boy on the bus.
Paul smirked and went down to the back and sat into the seat. He was getting lots of attention from the girls. “Where are you going anyway?”, he asked pointing at their blue uniform dresses. “Summer camp for the Catholic Girls Association”, the girl beside him explained.
Paul was about to respond when tape was put over his mouth and he was pushed forward in the seat. Girls pulled his arms behind him and taped his wrists together. He writhed and tried to resist but they opened his belt and pulled his trousers down through lots of giggling. His shoes and socks were pulled off and then they were pulling thick tan tights up his legs, same as most of them appeared to be wearing.
They took the tape off his hands so that they could pull his sweater off and then held his arms as they unbuttoned his shirt. There were too many of them pulling at him for him to resist. A blue dress was pulled over his head and his arms were pushed into the sleeves and it was pulled down over his body. His wrists were taped up again as they zipped him into the dress.
The whole experience had been rather erotic and there was a bulge under his tights. The girls giggled. “You’d better let us pull your dress down”, one of them suggested grinning at his erection.
He was embarrassed by it so he pushed himself up so they could pull the dress down and leave him looking a bit more respectable. They showed him two pretty blue bows before these were pinned to his hair. His ankles were tied together with a scarf and they left him trussed up in his seat and gagged. They sat back really pleased with their work.
Paul wriggled and writhed in his seat and whimpered through his taped up mouth but they left him there in his blue dress and tights. He saw that the bus passed the next exit for services and continued up the motorway.
Princess Party - Gerry is along for the ride as his mum drops his sister off at a Princess Party but gets more invested in the party than he expected.
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The Wrong Camp - Paul is due to go to a football academy summer camp but ends up on the wrong bus. Two weeks in a Catholic Girls' Association uniform turns out to be just the start.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H3RD42L8
Here is a flavour:
Paul was really looking forward to summer camp. He was going to a football academy, having shown great potential with the school team. His mother was driving him to the bus pickup point before going to stay with his granny while he was away.
They were running late though. He had insisted on going back for the shirt signed by Ronaldo which he knew would make the other guys really jealous. His mother was really stressed by the time they pulled into the motorway services where kids were being picked up for various summer camps.
Paul realised they were seriously late when he noticed that many of the buses were already pulling out. He looked desperately at the information leaflet. His bus would be in Bay 11. His mother had to dodge buses reversing out of their bays and making wide turns.
When one bus passed them, they could see Bay 11. The bus in it was about to pull out. Paul jumped from the car with his back-pack and ran to the bus. It started to pull out. He got to the door as the bus was turning out of the bay. He banged on the door. The driver ignored him. He banged harder. There was no way he was missing football academy! He really thumped the door and the driver felt he had to stop or this guy was going to cause damage.
The door opened and an angry looking driver said “I don’t think you’re on the right bus pal!” “Bay 11 – definitely!” Paul was certain and tugged his backpack up the steps. “But….” the driver didn’t get to finish what he was going to say because Paul was already pushing his backpack in front of him and past the luggage racks at the front of the bus. He heard the driver say “Please yourself” as he closed the door. Paul saw a gap in the pile of bags and shoved his backpack in.
The bus pulled out onto the motorway. Paul looked down the aisle. The bus was full of girls. “Hello sweetie!” one of them giggled. What’s more, they were all wearing uniforms! What summer camp involved uniforms?!
He went back towards the driver who was moving into the overtaking lane. “Sorry but I’m on the wrong bus.” “I tried to tell you pal but you wouldn’t listen.” “But you were in Bay 11.” “I had reversed into that bay in order to turn.” “Shit! Can you let me off?” “On a motorway?” “Well, at the next services.” “That’s not for 30 miles. You’d better sit down.”
Paul looked down the coach at the giggling girls. They were all really amused at this boy being stuck on their bus. Some of them were quite attractive. A particularly pretty blond and busty girl at the back shouted down the aisle “there’s a seat here!” The only vacant seat was in front of the back row which was not surprisingly occupied by the older girls. They all looked pleased at the prospect of having a fit looking boy on the bus.
Paul smirked and went down to the back and sat into the seat. He was getting lots of attention from the girls. “Where are you going anyway?”, he asked pointing at their blue uniform dresses. “Summer camp for the Catholic Girls Association”, the girl beside him explained.
Paul was about to respond when tape was put over his mouth and he was pushed forward in the seat. Girls pulled his arms behind him and taped his wrists together. He writhed and tried to resist but they opened his belt and pulled his trousers down through lots of giggling. His shoes and socks were pulled off and then they were pulling thick tan tights up his legs, same as most of them appeared to be wearing.
They took the tape off his hands so that they could pull his sweater off and then held his arms as they unbuttoned his shirt. There were too many of them pulling at him for him to resist. A blue dress was pulled over his head and his arms were pushed into the sleeves and it was pulled down over his body. His wrists were taped up again as they zipped him into the dress.
The whole experience had been rather erotic and there was a bulge under his tights. The girls giggled. “You’d better let us pull your dress down”, one of them suggested grinning at his erection.
He was embarrassed by it so he pushed himself up so they could pull the dress down and leave him looking a bit more respectable. They showed him two pretty blue bows before these were pinned to his hair. His ankles were tied together with a scarf and they left him trussed up in his seat and gagged. They sat back really pleased with their work.
Paul wriggled and writhed in his seat and whimpered through his taped up mouth but they left him there in his blue dress and tights. He saw that the bus passed the next exit for services and continued up the motorway.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Yesterday at 01:56:40 PM »
Chapter 362.
As the girls entered the living room, there was a crescendo of greetings, followed by a hubbub of voices, questions, cries of admiration, exclamations of delight. Tim slipped back into the kitchen, checked the dishwasher, and switched it on. For whatever reason, he was feeling more and more aroused. It couldn’t be just that fleeting sight of the girl. What was her name? Kim? No, Kit. Yes, Kit. It was sort of cute. Could have been a boy’s name. Well, there was something boyish about her. Slim, boyish body. He peeped round the door to remind himself. Oh, god… She was too much. She was the last thing he needed… He wondered how long they would stay. Probably just a fleeting visit. Was he glad? Or sorry? Or just confused?
He tried to think of other things. He took another peep. Robyn was introducing her to her aunt. Connie looked as though she was eulogising about her outfit. Then everyone was demanding a photo. She demurred. They gave her a glass of wine. She sipped it shyly. Bridget was begging her to pose for them.
“I not…photogenic… Just ordinary girl…” An eastern European accent. That somehow made her all the more interesting. His heart was beating fast. She was wearing a latex suit, a wide belt with a big buckle, lovely big clumpy boots. Latex gloves as well…and the chains…
Tim felt he could hardly breathe. Oh, now they had persuaded her. Why couldn’t they leave her alone? They had her standing by the French doors while they snapped away from every conceivable angle. It was obvious she felt uncomfortable. She was clearly shy, but felt she should oblige these seemingly important women. She was a person, not their toy… It reminded him of his photo shoot. Everyone staring at his hotpants… Now he was calling them hotpants as well. He needed to escape, or he would end up entrapped in this world of possessive middle-aged women. He felt angry with them. Privileged, conservative, narrow-minded, living in their own tiny bubble…
When they were done, Maxine engaged her in conversation. Maxine wasn’t so bad. At least a bit wild, a free spirit… And she understood fetishism. He could see they were discussing Kit's outfit like two people who understood the allure...
“And what are you up to, young man?”
It was Connie.
“Hiding behind the kitchen door like a peeping Tom? Come out at once and say hello to Kit properly. Come on. She doesn’t bite… Well, I don't think so, anyway...”
As the girls entered the living room, there was a crescendo of greetings, followed by a hubbub of voices, questions, cries of admiration, exclamations of delight. Tim slipped back into the kitchen, checked the dishwasher, and switched it on. For whatever reason, he was feeling more and more aroused. It couldn’t be just that fleeting sight of the girl. What was her name? Kim? No, Kit. Yes, Kit. It was sort of cute. Could have been a boy’s name. Well, there was something boyish about her. Slim, boyish body. He peeped round the door to remind himself. Oh, god… She was too much. She was the last thing he needed… He wondered how long they would stay. Probably just a fleeting visit. Was he glad? Or sorry? Or just confused?
He tried to think of other things. He took another peep. Robyn was introducing her to her aunt. Connie looked as though she was eulogising about her outfit. Then everyone was demanding a photo. She demurred. They gave her a glass of wine. She sipped it shyly. Bridget was begging her to pose for them.
“I not…photogenic… Just ordinary girl…” An eastern European accent. That somehow made her all the more interesting. His heart was beating fast. She was wearing a latex suit, a wide belt with a big buckle, lovely big clumpy boots. Latex gloves as well…and the chains…
Tim felt he could hardly breathe. Oh, now they had persuaded her. Why couldn’t they leave her alone? They had her standing by the French doors while they snapped away from every conceivable angle. It was obvious she felt uncomfortable. She was clearly shy, but felt she should oblige these seemingly important women. She was a person, not their toy… It reminded him of his photo shoot. Everyone staring at his hotpants… Now he was calling them hotpants as well. He needed to escape, or he would end up entrapped in this world of possessive middle-aged women. He felt angry with them. Privileged, conservative, narrow-minded, living in their own tiny bubble…
When they were done, Maxine engaged her in conversation. Maxine wasn’t so bad. At least a bit wild, a free spirit… And she understood fetishism. He could see they were discussing Kit's outfit like two people who understood the allure...
“And what are you up to, young man?”
It was Connie.
“Hiding behind the kitchen door like a peeping Tom? Come out at once and say hello to Kit properly. Come on. She doesn’t bite… Well, I don't think so, anyway...”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Yesterday at 01:42:17 PM »
Chapter 361.
Connie had prepared lunch earlier, starting with a homemade soup. Tim helped her get everything ready, and then she went and sat with her friends while he ladled it into bowls and prepared to serve it. He was quite proud of his waitering abilities, having been well trained in the art by Margaret. While they were waiting, Connie’s phone rang.
“It’s Robyn…” She picked it up. “Hi darling? Everything okay? She is? Fantastic! What’s she going to wear? Okay. How long? An hour? That’s perfect. See you soon!” She rang off. “She’s sending me a piccy… Ah… Oh...my...god! Look!”
There were gasps and giggles.
“That’s so cool!” cried Maxine.
“She so cute,” added Bridget.
“Tim’s gonna have a heart attack!” laughed Frieda.
“Better than that, if the Rose-Stim does what it’s supposed to,” remarked Connie, with a wink. “Shouldn’t be long now. It says on the tin, “stimulates and lubricates”. He could disgrace himself big time… I do hope so...”
“Shh, he’s on his way,” hissed Maxine.
Tim appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray of soups. He was trying very hard to act cool, but at the same time being careful not to spill any. He noticed the ladies were smiling broadly. They seemed delighted about something. Was his waitering really that impressive? He lowered the tray till it was resting on the coffee table, and carefully transferred the bowls.
“Nice job, Tim!” Connie suddenly seemed a lot more friendly. Even Frieda gave him a mischievous wink.
“I’ll bring more wine, shall I?”
“Yes please. Some red for Frieda.”
“I’ll bring a fresh glass…”
“Be careful of the chocolate sauce…” quipped Connie.
“Chocolate sauce? Why chocolate sauce?” asked Bridget.
“I’ll tell you later…”
Connie was being unwontedly playful. Tim was slightly suspicious. Did they have some prank in store for him? No, he was being paranoid. They’d probably been talking about what as asset he was. Well, it was true. When he put his mind to it he could be amazingly efficient, and he was always polite and personable. Connie had seemed quite strict at first. Maybe she was warming to him. He determined to do everything possible to impress her. With renewed confidence he served all the courses, took away the plates, dishes and cutlery and put them in the dishwasher, made sure not to spill anything, and kept the kitchen surfaces wiped clean. He insisted on waiting till they had all finished, and he had served coffee, before he ate his own lunch in the kitchen.
“He’s quite the little treasure,” remarked Maxine. “Sweet, polite and industrious. Pity you can’t make him permanent.”
“I’d like to, but I don’t think the Egertons would be willing to part with him. Unless he committed some awful offence and they fired him. Then I’d snap him up. Imagine what fun we could have with him! I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d…”
But there was a knock at the door.
“That must be them!” She raised her voice. “Tim? Have you finished your lunch? Answer the door, there’s a dear…”
“Yes, miss!”
He scurried out of the kitchen, made his way to the front door, and threw it open. Robyn…and…
His eyes nearly fell out. His mouth opened, and stayed open.
“Hello Tim. How’s it going?”
But he was staring at Robyn’s friend. A girl not much older than he, with short ginger hair, black lipstick, wearing…well, a startling outfit of leather and latex, adorned with chains and steel symbols.
With an effort he pulled himself together.
“I-I… I didn’t know you were c-coming… I, er… only just served lunch…”
He stood there as if paralysed.
“Aren’t you going to invite us it?” asked Robyn, with a smile. “This is my friend Kit, by the way. Kit, Tim.”
Kit acknowledged him with an amused nod of the head. Tim flattened himself against the wall to let them enter. As Kit passed by she smiled at him, a smile of interest and amusement. She exuded the mingled scents of perfume, leather and latex. He thought he might faint. He felt his boyhood, which had been docile and even dormant up to this point, swell and twitch under its latex skin. He gulped. Please, no... Why was it suddenly waking up, and why was the latex so slick? Was it just the sight of this girl? It was with a mixture of fascination and trepidation that he followed Kit’s svelte, glossy rear along the corridor towards the voices of the ladies, raised in slightly tipsy laughter.
Connie had prepared lunch earlier, starting with a homemade soup. Tim helped her get everything ready, and then she went and sat with her friends while he ladled it into bowls and prepared to serve it. He was quite proud of his waitering abilities, having been well trained in the art by Margaret. While they were waiting, Connie’s phone rang.
“It’s Robyn…” She picked it up. “Hi darling? Everything okay? She is? Fantastic! What’s she going to wear? Okay. How long? An hour? That’s perfect. See you soon!” She rang off. “She’s sending me a piccy… Ah… Oh...my...god! Look!”
There were gasps and giggles.
“That’s so cool!” cried Maxine.
“She so cute,” added Bridget.
“Tim’s gonna have a heart attack!” laughed Frieda.
“Better than that, if the Rose-Stim does what it’s supposed to,” remarked Connie, with a wink. “Shouldn’t be long now. It says on the tin, “stimulates and lubricates”. He could disgrace himself big time… I do hope so...”
“Shh, he’s on his way,” hissed Maxine.
Tim appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray of soups. He was trying very hard to act cool, but at the same time being careful not to spill any. He noticed the ladies were smiling broadly. They seemed delighted about something. Was his waitering really that impressive? He lowered the tray till it was resting on the coffee table, and carefully transferred the bowls.
“Nice job, Tim!” Connie suddenly seemed a lot more friendly. Even Frieda gave him a mischievous wink.
“I’ll bring more wine, shall I?”
“Yes please. Some red for Frieda.”
“I’ll bring a fresh glass…”
“Be careful of the chocolate sauce…” quipped Connie.
“Chocolate sauce? Why chocolate sauce?” asked Bridget.
“I’ll tell you later…”
Connie was being unwontedly playful. Tim was slightly suspicious. Did they have some prank in store for him? No, he was being paranoid. They’d probably been talking about what as asset he was. Well, it was true. When he put his mind to it he could be amazingly efficient, and he was always polite and personable. Connie had seemed quite strict at first. Maybe she was warming to him. He determined to do everything possible to impress her. With renewed confidence he served all the courses, took away the plates, dishes and cutlery and put them in the dishwasher, made sure not to spill anything, and kept the kitchen surfaces wiped clean. He insisted on waiting till they had all finished, and he had served coffee, before he ate his own lunch in the kitchen.
“He’s quite the little treasure,” remarked Maxine. “Sweet, polite and industrious. Pity you can’t make him permanent.”
“I’d like to, but I don’t think the Egertons would be willing to part with him. Unless he committed some awful offence and they fired him. Then I’d snap him up. Imagine what fun we could have with him! I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d…”
But there was a knock at the door.
“That must be them!” She raised her voice. “Tim? Have you finished your lunch? Answer the door, there’s a dear…”
“Yes, miss!”
He scurried out of the kitchen, made his way to the front door, and threw it open. Robyn…and…
His eyes nearly fell out. His mouth opened, and stayed open.
“Hello Tim. How’s it going?”
But he was staring at Robyn’s friend. A girl not much older than he, with short ginger hair, black lipstick, wearing…well, a startling outfit of leather and latex, adorned with chains and steel symbols.
With an effort he pulled himself together.
“I-I… I didn’t know you were c-coming… I, er… only just served lunch…”
He stood there as if paralysed.
“Aren’t you going to invite us it?” asked Robyn, with a smile. “This is my friend Kit, by the way. Kit, Tim.”
Kit acknowledged him with an amused nod of the head. Tim flattened himself against the wall to let them enter. As Kit passed by she smiled at him, a smile of interest and amusement. She exuded the mingled scents of perfume, leather and latex. He thought he might faint. He felt his boyhood, which had been docile and even dormant up to this point, swell and twitch under its latex skin. He gulped. Please, no... Why was it suddenly waking up, and why was the latex so slick? Was it just the sight of this girl? It was with a mixture of fascination and trepidation that he followed Kit’s svelte, glossy rear along the corridor towards the voices of the ladies, raised in slightly tipsy laughter.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Yesterday at 01:26:59 PM »
Chapter 360.
Back at ESDS, Serena was concerned. That very morning, on the way back from Connie’s, she called in at Jenny’s house. They were both in, and over tea and cakes she’d tried to explain that Tim would be out of touch for a while, that he was working for a private firm, that he was dealing with commercial secrets, and wasn’t allowed access to his phone. But it had not satisfied Jenny.
“Why didn’t he call me and explain himself, then?”
“Well, we didn’t realise how stringent the rules were till we got there…”
Even Grace was disappointed.
“It doesn’t seem fair to take away people’s phones without warning. They should at least give them the chance to explain to their friends, shouldn’t they?”
“So how long will it be till I hear from him?”
“Well, er…I’m not sure, Jenny…”
“It sounds really weird… I need to speak to him…”
It would have been better for Tim or Serena to come clean with the whole truth right from the beginning. Discovering he was a domestic – a servant – might have been humiliating for Tim, but Serena was sure Jenny would have thought none the less of him for it. Now they had simply made Jenny suspicious. She was wondering what he might be hiding from her.
Serena was inclined to spill the beans even now. Or to speak to Connie and ask if she would allow him a phone call. But that would be unprofessional. So first she determined to consult her mother. She explained the whole thing. Cassandra frowned.
“Oh, dear. Well, no, we can’t ask our client to start bending her rules. That’s a red line. Wait a minute… Aren’t you friends with her niece? What’s her name…?”
“Robyn. Yes, sort of…”
They had known each other for years from Pitt’s Wood, but had never had a close friendship. However, with the advent of ESDS, and Connie’s establishment as an important client, they had often come into contact with each other, Robyn relaying her aunt’s requirements and Serena tipping her off about newbie maids. They had also exchanged gossip, and had developed a mutual respect for each other’s trustworthiness.
“Have a quiet word with her. She might be able to help.”
“Brilliant idea, mum. I’m gonna call her right now.”
She explained the whole thing.
“They’ve just got together, literally a couple of days ago. They really hit it off. Now Tim’s at your aunt’s for the next week or maybe two, and Jenny’s distraught. All she needs is a reassuring call, really…”
“I’m going there this afternoon. I’ll talk to her. Normally she hates her maids or whatever wanting to chat to friends or family - or worst of all, girlfriends. So don’t hold out any hopes. I’ll let you know, anyway.”
“Thanks, Robyn. That Tim… He’s a babe magnet… I was pestered by so many girls at that damn wedding.”
“You were?”
“Oh yes. Did you see those four who came to the photo shoot? They were guests. And then there was that Esther Shilling, who latched onto him on the dancefloor…”
“Esther? Did she? I saw her there, but…”
“You know her?”
“Oh, yes. So does my mum. We know the family. We lived next door to them when we moved here, before my mum got divorced.”
“It’s a small place. Everyone seems to know everyone else.”
“Yeah. Hmm… Esther, eh? You say she was keen on him…”
“Very. Asked me all about him. I didn’t tell her much…”
“Maybe I can use that…”
“Use it…?”
“Anyway, I’ll do my best with my mum. I’ll call you if there’s any news.”
“Great! Thanks so much, Robyn… I owe you one…”
Back at ESDS, Serena was concerned. That very morning, on the way back from Connie’s, she called in at Jenny’s house. They were both in, and over tea and cakes she’d tried to explain that Tim would be out of touch for a while, that he was working for a private firm, that he was dealing with commercial secrets, and wasn’t allowed access to his phone. But it had not satisfied Jenny.
“Why didn’t he call me and explain himself, then?”
“Well, we didn’t realise how stringent the rules were till we got there…”
Even Grace was disappointed.
“It doesn’t seem fair to take away people’s phones without warning. They should at least give them the chance to explain to their friends, shouldn’t they?”
“So how long will it be till I hear from him?”
“Well, er…I’m not sure, Jenny…”
“It sounds really weird… I need to speak to him…”
It would have been better for Tim or Serena to come clean with the whole truth right from the beginning. Discovering he was a domestic – a servant – might have been humiliating for Tim, but Serena was sure Jenny would have thought none the less of him for it. Now they had simply made Jenny suspicious. She was wondering what he might be hiding from her.
Serena was inclined to spill the beans even now. Or to speak to Connie and ask if she would allow him a phone call. But that would be unprofessional. So first she determined to consult her mother. She explained the whole thing. Cassandra frowned.
“Oh, dear. Well, no, we can’t ask our client to start bending her rules. That’s a red line. Wait a minute… Aren’t you friends with her niece? What’s her name…?”
“Robyn. Yes, sort of…”
They had known each other for years from Pitt’s Wood, but had never had a close friendship. However, with the advent of ESDS, and Connie’s establishment as an important client, they had often come into contact with each other, Robyn relaying her aunt’s requirements and Serena tipping her off about newbie maids. They had also exchanged gossip, and had developed a mutual respect for each other’s trustworthiness.
“Have a quiet word with her. She might be able to help.”
“Brilliant idea, mum. I’m gonna call her right now.”
She explained the whole thing.
“They’ve just got together, literally a couple of days ago. They really hit it off. Now Tim’s at your aunt’s for the next week or maybe two, and Jenny’s distraught. All she needs is a reassuring call, really…”
“I’m going there this afternoon. I’ll talk to her. Normally she hates her maids or whatever wanting to chat to friends or family - or worst of all, girlfriends. So don’t hold out any hopes. I’ll let you know, anyway.”
“Thanks, Robyn. That Tim… He’s a babe magnet… I was pestered by so many girls at that damn wedding.”
“You were?”
“Oh yes. Did you see those four who came to the photo shoot? They were guests. And then there was that Esther Shilling, who latched onto him on the dancefloor…”
“Esther? Did she? I saw her there, but…”
“You know her?”
“Oh, yes. So does my mum. We know the family. We lived next door to them when we moved here, before my mum got divorced.”
“It’s a small place. Everyone seems to know everyone else.”
“Yeah. Hmm… Esther, eh? You say she was keen on him…”
“Very. Asked me all about him. I didn’t tell her much…”
“Maybe I can use that…”
“Use it…?”
“Anyway, I’ll do my best with my mum. I’ll call you if there’s any news.”
“Great! Thanks so much, Robyn… I owe you one…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on June 09, 2026, 06:20:27 PM »
All those Terry Nappies, all those Plastic Pants and the Nappy Pins, etc. Are there other AB guys in the house that Andy hasn't met yet??? Bet you the washline outside is filled wet freshly washed Terry Nappies and the different coloured Adult Baby Plastic Pants. Steve UK
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