Chapter 305.

Thomasina had pretty much decided what she was going to wear to Emily Laidlaw’s party.  It was a toss-up between a pretty cute little figure-hugging green dress she had chosen for her last birthday, and which she had never even worn, and her favourite jeans with ankle boots and either a shirt or jumper.  She wasn’t sure what sort of a party it was going to be, but better to be under rather than over-dressed, so she was leaning towards the casual look.  At school on Thursday Caroline was excited about the party.
“It’ll be nice to party with adults for a change.  I’m pretty fed up with teenagers.”
“Despite the fact we are teenagers
”
“Yeah, Thommie.  Cos so many of our friends are so stupid, and behave like kids when they’ve had a few drinks.  We’re not like that, are we?”
“No.  I guess we’re a bit more mature than the average. But adults can be pretty silly after a few.  I went to a wedding last year.  Some of the parents
  Their kids were mortified
”
“I’m gonna wear my new skirt.  It’s so cool.  No-one I know’s got any latex stuff.  Oh, ‘cept you, of course.  Er, are you gonna
?”
“No, I’m not.  I’ve got my jeans, and a cool jumper.  Tight-fitting.  Pretty sexy, actually
”
“Not as sexy as you-know-what.  I got the impression your friend really wanted you to wear it on Saturday.  Didn’t you?”
“Maybe.  I was briefly tempted.  But no, I don’t want to be stared at all evening by a bunch of middle-aged professional types.”
“Is that what you think they’ll be?  I wouldn’t mind
”
“Dunno.  But Miss Laidlaw seems pretty straight, so that’s my guess.”
“Maybe
  I thought she was pretty cool, though
”

When she got home she found a box waiting for her on the hall table.
“That came today, dear.  By courier.”
“Thanks, mum.  Have Aunt Mary and Uncle Stephen arrived?”
“Not yet.  Their flight was delayed.  They’ll be here later.”
Lady Middiford’s sister and her husband were staying over the weekend, before driving up to Scotland for a holiday.
Thomasina took the parcel up to her bedroom.  When she saw the sender was Fantastex her heart missed a beat.  She hurriedly ripped it open.  On top was a typed letter signed by Cynthia.  Inside were three small sealed grey plastic bags.  She read the letter.
“Dear Thomasina,
I hope you liked the new catsuit.  We have a couple of other items ready for you now, if you’d care to pop in.  Any time, I’m nearly always here except on Sundays.  I forgot to give you a few things, so I’m sending them in case you need them for the weekend.  I heard Emily talking about a party?
Lovely to see you again.  Let’s meet soon.
Cynthia”
She opened the first packet.  Something soft.  A little belt-purse on a narrow leather thong.  Cute!  She unzipped it.  Inside was a pair of short black glossy latex gloves!  She tried one on.  Of course, a perfect fit.  The second packet.  A tube of lube!  She blushed.  “Whatever can that be for,” she smiled.  The third packet.  Chunky.  It contained two items.  A sort of charger, with a plug, and transformer, and a silver jack-plug with a very fine sleeve; and a miniature remote control.  She frowned.  What was this for?  She unfolded the instruction sheet, and read it through, still puzzled.  Suddenly she gave a cry, and jumped up.  She pulled open the bottom drawer in the chest and lifted out her new catsuit.  She turned it upside down, and looked between the legs.  That tiny steel ring set into the latex, which she had assumed was just an anchor for the dil-do, was in fact a charging port!  The dil-do incorporated a vibrator! 

She gasped, shivered and then suffered her first hot flush!  She took a deep breath, plugged in the charger, and pushed home the jack-plug.  She placed the suit carefully on the carpet, and read the instructions again.  Four hours till it was fully charged.  She examined the remote.  Graduated from zero to six, with a four-position switch: black was off, then it was green for on, red for random, and amber for pulse!  “Oh my god
” she breathed.  “It’s bad enough just as it is.  What must it feel like
?”  She gulped.  She was actually trembling.  “What’s wrong with me?  Why does the thought of this make me so fuc-king horny?  I must relax
  I can try it later
  Let’s see, four hours
  After nine, then
”

Lady Middiford’s sister rang at eight to say they’d be arriving in about half an hour, so the delayed dinner was kept hot.  In the event it was nearer an hour, dinner wasn’t over till after ten, and then Thomasina was obliged to stay and chat till nearly midnight.  It was too late for any experiments that day, so the catsuit was stowed away back in its drawer.  After school, Thomasina was dismayed to discover Aunt Mary had treated them all to theatre tickets, so that was Friday evening written off as well.  On the way to the theatre she had a call from Emily.
“Thomasina, hi.  How are you?  You are coming to the party?”
“Oh, yes, of course, Emily.  Looking forward to it.”
“I’m picking up Caroline, then I’ll come and get you.  About six-thirty?  Is that okay?  Don’t eat – there’ll be loads of food.”
“Great!”
“Have you decided what you’ll wear?”
“Well
”
“Caroline’s going to wear her new skirt.  You should wear your new outfit.” 
“Oh
  I wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate
  I’ll see
”
“Don’t be shy.  My friends are all pretty cool
”
“Right
   Well I’ll see you tomorrow
”
Caroline had been right.  It really did seem like she wanted her to turn up in that catsuit.  It seemed a bit odd.  She felt uneasy about it.  “I think I’ll have to disappoint her,” she thought.

She had arranged to ride with Caroline on Saturday morning.  They had just returned, and unsaddled the horses, when who should turn up at Pitt’s Wood but her mother, Mary and Stephen!
“Darling, Mary and Stephen have decided to drive up tonight.  It’s such a long journey and they have to do it in two stages, so they're going to stop in Carlisle.  So they were hoping we could all spend the afternoon together.”
She couldn’t very well refuse.  They went to a nature reserve, and at five they were still sitting in the cafĂ© drinking tea. 
“Look, I’ve got this party tonight.  I’ll have to go.”
“Oh, we’ll come back too
” began Mary.
“No.  I can hop on a bus.  I’ll be home in twenty minutes.  I’ll say goodbye here.  Hope you have a lovely time in the mountains
”

She was home before five-thirty.  She only had an hour.  She had time

She pulled out the catsuit and tested the remote.  At the touch of a button the little dil-do jumped into life.  She held it, trying the various settings.  Her hands were shaking.  “Omg
  what is that going to feel like
”
She had to know. She’d waited too long already.  She lubed the dil-do, and slipped on the suit, using a loop of string to zip up the back, then pressing the zip flat to lock it.  She decided to go the whole hog.  She tied her hair with a black ribbon, put on her black ankle boots, her belt, her belt purse, her leather jacket, and her new latex gloves.  She stood in front of the mirror.  She did look hot, all right.  And she was already aroused, having been thinking of little else for two days.  Taking a breath, she set the vibes to one and pressed on.
“Oh
my
god!”
She almost fainted with pleasure.  She quickly turned it off.  Then tried again – setting two this time.  She gave an involuntary cry.  No.  No way.  It was too much.  Just once more.  This was unbelievable!  Especially watching her own reactions as she did it.  She stood there for a while, experimenting.
“I have to get ready.  What’s the time?  Twenty past!  Shit.”
There was a ring at the bell.
“Oh god, that’s not mum, is it?”
She peered out of the window.  There was a car on the drive, and there was Caroline looking up at her window.
“Come on!”  She beckoned to her.  “Let’s go!”
She’d have to tell them to wait while she changed.  She stuffed the remote into her purse, ran downstairs and threw open the door.
“Caroline, listen
”
“Yay!  You’re wearing it!  And I’m wearing my skirt!”  She turned to the car.  “Look Emily!  She’s wearing it!”
Thomasina ran out and over to the car.
“Emily,  Sorry.  I was just trying it on.  I need to change.  Five minutes, okay?”
She turned.  Caroline was closing the door. 
“Caroline!  No!  I don’t have
”  But it was too late.  The door slammed.  “
the keys
” she added, lamely.

Chapter 303.

The last time Tim had seen Nicola was that day he'd met Teri.  On that occasion she’d seemed very casual and friendly.  He remembered she was wearing a cute little black dress.  This time she seemed rather different.  She was sitting in a chair waiting for him.
“He’s all yours,” said Lucille, shortly, and left without another word, heading back towards the kitchen.  Nicola stood up.  The little dress had been replaced with faux leather leggings and a leather jacket.  A short bamboo cane lay on a desk near at hand.
“G-good afternoon, Miss N-Nicola
”
Nicola ignored the greeting.
“Stand up straight, please.  You’ve just had deportment instruction, and you dare to come here slouching?”
He jerked himself upright.
“Tell me what you’ve learned so far.”
“L-learned?”
Nicola gave a short, impatient snort.  “Learned!  Yes.  Do you not understand the word?”
“Oh, yes
  Er, I learned ‘ow to walk proper
”
Nicola glared and held up her hand.  “Enough!  “You learned ‘ow to walk proper”?  You seriously dare to come in here – to an elocution class – and speak to me like that?  Well?”
“I’m sorry, miss
”
“Oh, you will be, I can tell you now
”
She picked up the cane, and took a step towards him.  She raised a finger and used it to emphasize each sentence.
“Stand still!  Don’t you dare flinch.  Now listen to me, Tim, Mitzy, whoever you are - actually I don’t care who you are.  I’m here for only one reason.  To teach you a simple lesson.  To speak reasonable English, so you don’t disgrace yourself and your employers.  That means polite, well-modulated words, no roughness, no hesitation, no crass grammatical mistakes, and no dropped aitches!  Do you understand?”
“Yes miss.”
“And you’ll learn these lessons either with quiet attention and progress
  Or by having them thrashed into you!”
Tim trembled.  He bit his lip.  Tears formed in his eyes.
“Now.  I was listening to you when you were talking with Teri.  You must know what your most obvious faults are.  In case you don’t, I’ll tell you.  One, you drop your aitches.  Two, you substitute “f” for “th”.  Now I’m going to make a statement, and you repeat it.  Simple.  Okay?”
“Yes miss.”
“Have you thought how to handle a hedgehog without hurting your hands?”
“S-sorry, miss
?”
“Just repeat it, silly!  Have you thought how to handle a hedgehog without hurting your hands!”
“Oh
  ‘Ave
no
Have you f
I mean, thought, ‘ow
.”
“Stop.  Again.  And every time you make a mistake I’m going to give you a little tap with this, until you can say it properly.”
The “little taps” started gently, but grew in strength with Nicola’s impatience.  After a while, she moved on to Shakespeare, hoping the poetry would inspire him.
“No, Mitzy, not “O, ‘ow shall summer’s ‘oney bref  ‘old out
”  I want to hear – to hear (she emphasized the aitch) – all those lovely aitches
  But poor Tim got so confused he said “hout” instead of “out”, and got a smart smack on his thigh as a reward, making him whimper and shed tears.  But at the next try he was word perfect.  Nicola took this achievement as an endorsement of her methods, and employed them with greater frequency and vigour until, though the simple application of pain, not unsatisfactory results were, between sobs, eventually obtained. 

Tim’s first proper training day was at an end.  He remembered his promise to Ellie, and returned to Pitt’s Wood in his dress and without erasing his makeup.  She was so impressed that, after taking multiple photos, she gave him a big hug and several kisses.  Which almost made up for all the distress.

Chapter 301.

“Ideally, we’d like to have you ready by the weekend before you’re booked to go to Mrs Brookshaw’s.  That gives us a total of seven days, including today.  Failing that we could still use the Sunday after the wedding and even the Wednesday.  Whether we need to do that depends entirely on the progress you make.  You’ll have the best professional help available.  I think you’ve met all our staff.  Each one has a speciality.  I will be in charge of your deportment, and today will be devoted to instruction about how you should move and comport yourself generally.  Elocution – very important.  You will need to make a special effort there, Timothy, as I’m sure you know.  That is Nicola’s province.  Nicola looks very sweet, but I have to tell you she is quite a severe disciplinarian, as you will no doubt discover.  As to discipline itself – that is to say, not only applying it, but teaching you what it means for a domestic, what total obedience involves – that’s for Priscilla.  Sasha will train you in the basics of household duties, cleaning, washing, preparing your mistresses clothes, and so on.  Then there’s food and drink.  How to prepare basic dishes, how to make coc-ktails, the names of drinks, and so on.  It’s a huge subject.  Margaret will be your mentor.  Starting from scratch, we can’t expect to instil any more than a basic familiarity in the short time available, so your training in this area will continue indefinitely.  What else?  You know Carly is our makeup specialist.  You’ll have to learn to do your own makeup eventually.  Ah, yes.  Clothing and accessories.  That’s Doreen.  Basically, her task is to teach you taste.  Taste is something you have or you don’t.  From what I’ve seen of you, your appreciation for your uniform, your concern for neatness and your appearance, I think you have taste, even if it may need refinement.  We’ll find out, anyway.  She’ll also be in charge of your chastity device, so if I were you I would try to stay in her good books!”
Serena had sidled into the room.  “All this training will help you put on a good show at the wedding, too, Tim.  Did you think of that?”
“Oh
  I hadn’t, Miss Serena
  But I can see
”
“Ah, the wedding,” smiled Lucille.  “I’ve heard about this.  You’re going to be a pageboy, is that right?”
“Yes, miss.  I’ll be the only pageboy.”
“And you have a uniform?”
“Oh, he does, Lucille.  Fantastex are making him some special new shorts, but it’s all top secret.  He won’t even tell me the colour!”
“How exciting!  Timothy, I want to see you in it before the day.  Will you show me?”
“Yes, miss.  If you want.  I fink it’s gonna be really cool
”
“Where’s this wedding?”
“South Kennett,” said Serena.  St. Michael’s church, then the reception at the Gate Hotel.”
“Oh
  You seem to know all about it
”
“I’ve been invited.  I know some friends of the bride.  And I wouldn’t miss Tim the pageboy for anything.”
“Take some photos to show us
”
“Don’t worry, Lucille
”
“So, Tim
  Any questions?”
Tim shook he head slowly,  “No, miss
”
“Right.  Follow me then.  We’ll get started.  But just before we do, I should explain that once you’re in training you will need a new name, something appropriate to a young maid.”
“A n-new name
?”
“Yes.  Just like Teri with an “i”.  We discussed it at length, and we’re agreed.”  She smiled.  “Mitzy.  Like it?”
“M-Mitzy
?”
“We think it’ll suit you perfectly.  Sort of cute and zippy.  And it begins m, i, t – Tim backwards.  You’ll go in the brochure under Mitzy.  So get used to it.  Okay?”
“Y-yes, miss
”

From here was born the best ABDL story writer the world has ever seen.

Chapter 299.

He slipped on an old parka over his dress, and ran to the car park as fast as he could, leaving puzzled faces in his wake.
“Wasn’t that Tim?  Where’s he off to?  And what was he wearing?”
“He’s acting a bit odd these days
”

Serena was waiting.  He jumped into the car, out of breath.  She climbed in beside him.
“Are you okay?”
“I [gasp] didn’t wanna be [gasp] late
”
“Glad to see you’re so eager.”
“Why
today
?”
“Well, you’re lucky.  One of our clients – Connie Brookshaw – happened to catch sight of one of the pictures we took of you during the photoshoot.  She took an instant shine to you.  She wants you for a party she’s giving at the beginning of December.  So we need to speed up your training.  From now on it’ll be weekends and Wednesdays.”
“What?  But the weddin’
”
“Don’t worry about the wedding.  Miss Poole spoke to Deborah to confirm a few days ago.  Deborah’s really looking forward to meeting you.  Unfortunately Bobby may have to miss it.”
“Why?”
“Because with your maid training the boot parlour bookings are getting backed up.  Miss Poole can’t afford to lose both of you that Saturday.  So she’s going to ask Bobby to stay and work at the Centre.  Is that a problem?”
“No
”
Not at all, thought Tim.  All the more attention for me.
“Yes, so it’s all arranged.  Deborah says she’s thinking of letting you lead the procession in the church, with the bridesmaids behind.  Would you be able to do that?  I understand it’s asking a lot.  It’s quite a responsibility, and you’ll have everyone staring at you.  Don't feel you have to if it’s too, you know, difficult
”
“Course not!  I ain’t scared.  I’ll be, like, right at the front, yeah?”
This is great, he thought.  Just me, no Bobby getting’ in the way, an’ I’ll be like, the main one

“Oh, you’re such a brave boy, Tim.  She’ll be so happy.  She was hoping you might agree.  I’ll let Cynthia know.”
“Cynthia?”
“You know, Cynthia at Fantastex.  She’s promised to make you are special pair of shorts.  A bit flashier than your usual red ones.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.  Specially for the wedding.  She says the iconic colours for next year are purple and pink.  She knows all these people in the trade, and she’s been told this is going to be the hip combination.  You’ll have new shorts in purple and pink.  You’ll be way ahead of the trend.  What do you think of that?”
“Fantastic!  Purple and pink, yeah?  Cool
”
“Very cool.  But don’t tell anyone, will you?  Cynthia is buying up lots of purple and pink latex before the secret gets out.”
“I won’t Serena.  I swear.  I was getting’ worried I might miss the wedding.  But it’s only Bobby who’ll miss out
  And I’ll get a cool new outfit.  Oh
  But will I still be able to wear my baseball cap?  The red vinyl one?”
“Of course!  The idea is for you to wear a nice crisp white shirt, a red bow-tie, red shoes, and your red cap.  You’ll look amazing
”
“Great!  I can’t wait
”
“But this is all conditional on your completing your maid training by the end of the month.  If you’re up to a sufficient standard by the time of the wedding, then you can have the Sunday off to do whatever you want.  That’s the thirtieth.  Then you’ll work for Connie the following weekend.  Can I rely on you to study and practise hard for the next couple of weeks?”
“I promise!  I’ll be the best maid you’ve ever seen!”
“Good boy.  Now, we’re nearly at home.  Then the ladies will take over.  Carly will get you dressed and made up.  My mum is here with Lucille, her business partner.  One of them will have a chat with you to explain the schedule for the next couple of weeks.  Listen carefully and remember what they tell you, yeah?  You’ve already had an introduction, but it’ll become more intensive from now on.  Just do what you’re told, focus, and practise.  It won’t be easy, but I believe in you, Timothy.  I would like to think you’ll be able to go to the wedding knowing you’re a fully-fledged maid as well as the smartest pageboy ever.”

They drew up outside Serena’s house.  Tim was looking thoughtful.
“Everything okay, Tim?  Any questions before I hand you over to the ladies?”
“This lady I’m gonna work for
”
“Mrs Brookshaw?”
“Yeah
  What’s she like?”
“Oh, she’s nice.  Strict but fair.  Teri’s worked there a couple of times.  He didn’t complain – not that he would.  She’s in her forties.  She has a big house just outside Bayleigh village.  She’s single now, but sociable.  Throws regular parties.  Chairs the Bayleigh Women’s Institute.  Rides.  Runs a horse and donkey sanctuary.  Nice lady.  And a regular client. 
“I see
”
“She’ll expect willingness, politeness, and efficiency.  Strict obedience, of course – that goes without saying.  So we need to get you up to speed as quickly as possible.”
“No problem,” said Tim, carelessly.  He was confident he could make a great maid.  As long as he got his new outfit for the wedding, that was all he cared about.  “Pink and purple,” he mused.  “Cool.  And no Bobby getting’ in my way
”