Chapter 379.
Maxine said her goodbyes after an early supper. She was back to work early the next morning. As the roar of her bike died away, Robyn turned to Esther.
“We have to go too, darling. I’ll drop you off first, then Kit.”
“Okay, Robyn. Thank you so much for having me, auntie. It’s been lovely to meet you all. Tim… We’ll meet again soon, I’m sure…” And she gave him a long hug.
She was absolutely sure, having already rung Lou and got the green light. Lou was as excited about it as much as she.
“What’ll he be wearing?”
“We haven’t decided yet. Shh. I’ve got to go.”
It was time for him to say goodbye to Kit. As they hugged, she whispered in his ear, “I see you soon, Tim, yes?”
“I hope so, miss Kit…”
“Just Kit please.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Behave, yes? You my boyfriend now…”
She was joking, of course, but nonetheless her words gave him a thrill, especially as they were accompanied by an affectionate pinch in the ribs.
So there he was, alone with the three of them. They were seated on one sofa, regarding him with quiet but dangerous-looking smiles.
“Frieda’s glass is empty, Tim,” remarked Connie.
“Oh. Yes…of course…”
He hurried to the kitchen, grabbed the corkscrew, and began to open a fresh bottle. He could hear something going on in the living room. He returned, filled Frieda’s glass, and topped up the others. He turned to go and put the bottle back in the fridge, and as he did so he noticed something on the carpet.
“What’s that?”
“What does it look like?”
“Sort of…a steel plate…with a handle… What’s it for?”
“Have a look. See if you can work it out.”
Tim put down the bottle on the table and went down on one knee. The plate was made of brushed steel, about half a metre in diameter and a centimetre thick. He could just about lift it by the handle.
“It’s quite heavy… I don’t know…”
“Shall we show him?” grinned Connie. “Okay. Stand on it, Tim. Go on. One foot either side of the loop. That’s it. Now…”
She produced from behind the sofa the ankle cuffs he had worn before. One of them had a short length of silver chain hanging from it, attached to the buckle with a little padlock. She knelt down, and used a tiny key to unlock the padlock, fastened it around his right leg, and click the padlock shut again. Then she threaded the chain through the loop, and fastened and padlocked the second cuff. She stood up.
“There. Get the idea?”
Tim looked at her, puzzled.
“It’s my maid-tidy. When you’re not needed, I can put you on this plate out of the way, so you can’t interfere with anything. You become a sort of living statue. My guests can admire you, examine you, well…do what they like, really. Especially if I fasten your hands behind you. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do that…today, at least. What do you think? Clever, yes?”
Tim was beginning to feel nervous. “I-I guess… What are you doing?”
Connie was busy setting up a tripod, and locking a video camera to the head.
“It’s for posterity. And for Kit and Maxine. Pity they’ll miss the fun.”
“What about Esther?” queried Frieda.
“Esther? Depends what rating it gets. Don’t look so worried, Tim. This is your chance to perform – to show off to your heart’s content.” She started the video. “There. I even have studio lighting if it gets too gloomy in here.”
“How long do you expect me to stand here?”
“As long as I want. Did you glare at me?” She strode up to him and gave him a slap on his bare leg.
“Oww…”
“Well, behave then. You’re just a servant. Remember that.”
She resumed her seat next to her friends.
“He makes quite a pretty addition to the room,” smiled Bridget. “Like a sort of human standard lamp. If we put a string of LEDs around his neck…”
The others laughed. “Great idea,” said Frieda. “Or we could tie a couple of helium balloons to his hair ribbons…”
“Or to the hem of his skirt!” added Connie. “So it wouldn’t stay down!”
More laughter.
“How would you like that, Tim? If everyone could see your panties?”
He felt stupid and angry. It was humiliating. He had to stand there like an exhibit in a gallery, unable to escape, while the women taunted him. Why were they doing this to him?
“Well?”
“Miss… Please let me go now… I should be waiting on you…”
“Oh, that’s all right, Tim. No hurry. We look after ourselves for the time being. Just relax. All you have to do is stand there and look pretty.”
“What sort of panties is he wearing?” asked Bridget, mischievously.
“Oh, didn’t I show you? No, I forgot. Tim, show Bridget and Frieda the lovely panties I found for you.”
Tim looked shocked.
“Well go on, then.”
“Miss…” he whined.
“Lift you skirt and show them. Now. Do you want me to get my whip out again…?”
She went to rise. Tim shook his head.
“No!” He gulped. “O-okay…”
He took hold of the hem of his skirt in both hands, and, cheeks burning, slowly raised it.
“Higher. Higher. There… Aren’t they pretty…?”
Bridget covered her mouth. Frieda squealed.
“Oh my god… That’s so cute…” giggled Bridget. “Unicorns and rainbows. It’s so you, Tim…” Frieda was almost crying with laughter. She picked up her phone and began taking snaps.
“Tim! You’re letting it drop!” snapped Connie. “Hold it up properly until I tell you to lower it. Can’t you do anything? Here.”
She picked up her phone and took a picture.
“There we are. Now, who shall I send it to…? Kit? Esther? Jenny, maybe…?”
“No! Miss please. Look, I’m holding it right up, see?”
“So you are… That’s better. All right, drop it. Go on. Just remember, obedience will be rewarded, disobedience will be punished.”
“Yes, miss. I understand.”
Connie picked up the bottle and topped up the glasses. She smiled smugly.
“Let’s see if you do, shall we…?”
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