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.

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.

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

Chapter 359.

A tall woman in an unflatteringly skimpy red dress – and the inevitable thigh boots – accompanied Connie into the living room.
“Hi Frieda…”
“Hi Bridget.  How are you?”
“Fine thanks.  Looking forward to meeting our new pageboy…  Ah, there you are…  Wow!  What an amazing little outfit!”
“Tim.  This is Bridget.  Bridget, Tim.”
“Good afternoon, Miss Bridget…”
“Hi, Tim.  Nice to meet yer.”  She stared at his shorts.  Not rudely, but with genuine admiration.  Perhaps there was a bit more to see now than before he started on Frieda’s boots… 
“They’re way cool.  I mean, I saw the photers of the weddin’…  But them yeller ones is sumpin’ else…  Let’s have a little selfie, shall we?  Sumpin’ ter show me mates…”
She gathered him up on the spot and held up her phone.
“Grab onter me  darlin’.  Nice big hug…”  She pulled him against her, squashing him against her hip.  “There we go!”  She checked the picture.  “Great!  Next time some loser asks me out, I’m gonna show ‘im this, and say, “why would I be interested in you, wiv a bf like this?””  And she let out a peal of laughter.
Tim took an instant liking to Bridget.  She seemed much warmer than Frieda.  She held onto him for a couple of minutes, holding his hand.  Her tallness made him feel like a little child with its mother.  And when she eventually let him go, she turned him round and gave him a little slap on the bottom, generating, from the collision of hand and latex, a sort of splat sound which made everyone smile.

Tim asked permission to go to the toilet.  He left the three women chatting and laughing.  On the way he peeped into the second living room.  The house was in two parts, one slightly lower than the other, and this room seemed as if it were used for big parties or dinners.  It had a high ceiling, even a chandelier.  He hurried on.  Cleaning Frieda’s boots had definitely had a stimulating effect.  He was feeling hot and itchy, and his shorts felt slightly slippery against his skin.  In the bathroom he peeled them down and rinsed himself with cold water.  That felt better.  Then he made his way back.  As he was passing the main door, there was another knock.  Dutifully he opened it.  A woman stood outside.  Leather jacket, jeans, and yes, thigh boots.  At the end of the path stood a red and black motorbike, at least a five hundred, with a crash helmet on the seat.
“Good afternoon, madam…”
“Oh, hello…  Are you Tim?”
“Yes madam.”
“I’m Maxine.  Connie’s expecting me.”
“Hi Max!” 
Connie had appeared.
“Come in, please.  Everyone else is here.  You came by bike.  How was the drive?”
“Hi Connie.  Great.  It’s a lovely day for it.  Your pageboy is very polite.  I can’t remember the last time anyone called me madam.  I don’t dress like a madam, do I?”
“Hardly.  And that’s a compliment.  Come on in and have a drink.” 

They made their way to the living room, and everyone exchanged greetings.  Bridget proudly showed Maxine the selfie she had taken.
“Oh, cute !  Can I get one?  Tim, can I have a selfie too?”
Tim smiled shyly.
“I’ll take that as a yes.  Come on, right here.  No, cuddle up, like you did with that flirty Bridget.  Be careful of her.  Babysnatching bitch!  Ooh, you smell nice.  Nothing quite like the smell of warm, scented latex.  There we go…  Now, let me see those sexy little hotpants…”
Connie laughed.  “You two should get on like a house on fire.  Tell him, Maxine.  Go on.”
“All right.  Well, Tim, sometimes when I go out on my bike, I don’t wear leathers.  I wear a black latex catsuit.  Heavy leather boots, leather gloves, and lovely, glossy, heavy duty latex.  True.  You should see the looks I get…”
Tim’s eyes widened.  He could just imagine…
“Yes,” said Bridget, “’specially when she parks up and goes for a burger or somethin’.  Bit of a exhibitionist, our Maxine…”
“She’s just jealous,” returned Maxine, with a mock sneer.   â€œYou wait, Bridget.  I’ll get you in latex one day.  You’d look good in a catsuit.  You have the stature for it.  You can have red if you want – your favourite colour, right?”
“You buy me one like yours, an’ I’ll wear it, darlin’”
“Yeah?  Okay, deal!  Then I’ll have some fun with you, dear…”
“Tim…  There are empty glasses…”
“Yes, miss.”  He collected the glasses.  “I’ll wash them.  Does everyone want white?”
“For now.”
As soon as he was out of the room, Connie put her finger to her lips.
“Listen, ladies.  You saw his reaction to Maxine’s talking about her catsuit, right?  He’s really into that stuff, you know.  Robyn – you’ve all met my niece – told me all about what transpired when Serena Egerton turned up at the boys’ boot parlour in a latex catsuit and thigh boots.  The poor little pervs were beside themselves with excitement!  Shame you didn’t wear yours today, Maxine.”
“I didn’t realise…”
“I should have told you.  Anyway, the point is, Robyn has a friend – Kit, I think that’s her name – she’s like some sort of goth, or whatever they call themselves these days.  She goes around in all that kinky latex stuff.  Robyn was going to invite her to come here with her today.  I haven’t heard yet, but I hope she does bring her.  I’d love to see Tim’s reaction…”
Frieda laughed.  “Interesting!  Now I want to see this girl too…”
“Sounds like someone I’d like to have on my pillion…” remarked Maxine, thoughtfully.  “We could be a double act...”
“Robyn’s going to call me.  Shh.  He’s coming back.”  Tim appeared carrying a tray of drinks.  “Put them down here, please.  You can help yourself to soft drinks, Tim.  Then help me serve lunch.”

Chapter 357.

He felt utterly helpless.  He managed sit on the floor, but it was so frustrating and boring to have to stay in that one place.  He was also slightly alarmed.  A woman who could chain up her pageboy on his first day could have other tricks up her sleeve.  He frowned.  What had he let himself in for?  But it was all down to ESDS, wasn’t it?  He had no say in the matter.  If things went south…  Well, it wasn’t impossible to escape…  If he walked straight in one direction he was bound to come to a road.  He’d soon discover where he was.  But he’d either be severely punished, or get kicked out altogether.  The money was important…  Vital, really.  But if things got too hot…
“You all right there, sweetie?  Need anything?  Drink?  No?  Okay.  Back in a while…”
He heard her running up the stairs, and after a few minutes the distant drumming of the shower.

Connie Brookshaw was in high spirits.  ESDS had excelled themselves this time.  They had had fun with those sissy maids, of course.  But the thought of a sissy pageboy!  Well, such a thing had never entered her mind.  And the best part was, that by all accounts it was his own idea!  Fancy!  He was desperate to show off, too.  He really believed he was god’s gift to women.  Well, in their case, he was!  Exactly that!  A gift, a little sexy, obedient present for her and her friends.  Just wait till they saw him in the flesh.  They’d wet themselves with delight.

The four friends had common interests.  She herself, Bridget and Maxine were all divorced, and all had to some extent fleeced their ex’s in their settlements.  Frieda had a long-term boyfriend, but he did what he was told.  They paid occasional visits to swingers clubs and the like, but what they all enjoyed was relaxing and being waited upon by cute young guys trained as sissy maids.  She’d found out about ESDS from her niece Robyn, who was a member at Pitt’s Wood, and who had inveigled herself into the company of certain committee members, and so found out about what Miss Poole got up to with the Egertons.  She had also kept Connie updated on everything connected with the boot parlour.  The boys’ reaction to Serena’s first session, which had become the gossip of the Centre, was particularly interesting.  It was clear the pair of them were deeply into pretty girls, latex, and leather.  Serena was happy to relate the experience to anyone who asked – and pretty much everyone did.  Their reaction when she appeared in her latex catsuit and thigh boots.  How they grovelled at her feet like true submissives, brushing and waxing and polishing as if their lives depended on it.  How they tried desperately, but quite unsuccessfully, to conceal their arousal.  How she was unable to contain her giggles, but they didn’t even notice.  How they were in despair and total frustration when the session came to an end – though according to Ellie, they granted themselves temporary relief as soon as she’d departed.  And how Tim later approached Serena, with much trepidation and shyness, to ask whether she’d allow him to take a picture of her in her special outfit “for their records” – to which she agreed.  And how said picture later came to be converted into two posters, one for each bedroom wall in the parlour.  Based on all this intelligence, Connie decided it was time to explore the pageboy phenomenon.  She would have liked to have had the pair of them, but only Tim being available, he was going to be fortunate enough to have all their attention to himself.  And to make him feel at home, she had instructed her friends to wear their best thigh-boots for the occasion. 

Connie returned at last.  It was about one.  She went into the kitchen without a word to him.  He could hear the sound of bottles being put in the fridge, and something being cut up.  After another fifteen or twenty minutes she reappeared.  He got to his feet.
“Sorry to leave you hanging around.  I had to get a few things ready.  Now, let me look at you.  I’m sure you’re desperate to get into some of those lovely dresses, but until further notice I want you in hotpants.  They do look cute and no mistake.”  She placed a proprietorial hand on his flank, as if he were her pet pony.  “So smooth and sexy…  I can see why all those ladies at the wedding couldn’t keep their hands off you…  Yes, I heard all about it from Serena…  And I saw the photos.” 
Tim blushed, but couldn’t hide a certain smugness.
“Which ones do you like best?  The purple ones you wore to the wedding, or these?”  She ran her hand over the glossy latex.  “I like these, myself…”
“Y-yes, miss…  I do too…”
She let her fingers wander.  “So smooth and sexy…”
Tim tensed, but at that moment there was a knock at the main door.  Connie quickly collected herself.
“Oh!  That’ll be Frieda.  Stay there.”
As if he had a choice…
Tim heard the door being opened, greetings, and a moment later a tall woman with her blonde hair in braids entered the living room, holding a bottle of wine.  She noticed Tim immediately, chained to the wall and looking sheepish.  She burst out laughing and strode towards him. 
“Hello, Tim!  Wow, you’re bigger than I expected, somehow…  No wonder Connie has to chain you up…”
“Better safe than sorry, Frieda…”
But Frieda had stopped and was looking at him appraisingly, and shaking her head slowly.  “He’s really something, Con…  Is he for sale?”
Tim stared at her.  Was she serious?
“I’m gonna need to conduct a thorough inspection…”
“Have a seat, darling.  I’ll unlock him for you.  Coffee?”
“Ooh, yes please…”