His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 213.

“I can’t wait for Wednesday,” Amelia was saying.  “Do you think we’ll be able to find all the things we need?”
“It’s not that much,” said MĂ©lisande.  “All you need for now is the basics.  Helmets, breeches, boots, a warm jacket if you haven’t got one – it’s getting colder now – puffy one is best, for when you fall off.”
Charlotte looked alarmed.
“Fall off?  Why would we
?”
“Happens to everyone at some time.”  She smiled.  “Teaches you how to bounce.  Anyway, me and my mum will be coming with you, to help you get the right sort of stuff.”
“What sort of boots will we need?”
“Rubber ones for now.  Cheap, look smart, and replaceable when you grow out of them.  And Bobby will keep them nice and shiny for you, won’t you Bobby?” she added, with a grin.
“Ooh, I can’t wait,” squealed Amelia.  “And Saturday
?”
“On Saturday you sit on a pony for the first time, yes.  And on Sunday
”
“Bobby!”
“Yes, Bobby.  Be gentle with him, won’t you?”
“Will we be able to borrow your special Bobby whip?” asked Charlotte, hesitantly, watching Bobby out of the corner of her eye.
“No!  Definitely not!” he cried.  “I forbid it.  That things stings like hell.”
The girls giggled.  MĂ©lisande smirked.
“We’ll see.  I’ll decide on the day.  If he seems really well-behaved
”
“I will be, Mellie.  I promise.”
“Promises don’t count.  I know you.  Sometimes you get all rebellious, like a real naughty pony.  Saturday, for instance.”
“That was different
”
“But that pretty ball-bit did the trick, didn’t it?”
Bobby blushed, and the girls giggled.
“Yes,” blurted Charlotte, “after that you were so well-behaved!  I think he should always have to wear a ball-bit thing!”
“It looks so cute,” added Amelia.
Bobby began to feel uncomfortable.  He had become used to MĂ©lisande – he trusted her.  But these two were unpredictable.
Amelia was prodding her friend, giggling, and whispering in her ear.  Eventually Charlotte spoke.
“Bobby?  Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Your pony suit
”  More giggles.  “Do you
do you wear anything underneath?”  She collapsed on her friend.  Bobby frowned and gave MĂ©lisande a look, as if to say, save me from these two.  But instead she answered for him.
“Nothing at all.  Actually he used to ask if he could wear his swimming trunks.”  (This was true.)  “But they would have spoiled the lines of the suit.  And in any case it would have interfered with his free movement.  We use a lubricant to help get it on him, and then it allows it to move against his skin, so it doesn’t stick or pinch.”
“Wow.  I see
  That’s
cool
” said Charlotte thoughtfully, staring at Bobby.  Amelia seemed to be imagining what the process may be like.
“How do you put on the lubricant?  Do you rub it all over him?”
MĂ©lisande laughed.  “Good idea, Amelia.  But no.  We spray the inside of his suit.  Though we do spray him too sometimes
”
The girls seemed to find the idea of Bobby getting lubed up somehow fascinating.
“So
what does that feel like
?
Bobby fidgeted and gave MĂ©lisande a look.
“Enough questions, girls,” she said.  “You need to focus on your riding skills now.  And learn how to behave around horses, for the animals’ sakes as well as your own.  Bobby’s going to be busy for the next week, so you probably won’t see him till Sunday.  Watch those videos I recommended.  I’m going to test you on them before Saturday.  And start doing the exercises.  You need strong legs to ride – in fact you need to be strong and fit all over.  You’re going to ache all over for the first few weeks, I’m telling you.  Now, how about some food?  My mum’s made little pizzas – and a cake!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 214.

It was Monday morning.  Ellie was in before seven.  The day before she’d had a meeting with Evelina and Cynthia to discuss the boys’ schedule and the care of their uniforms.  The next few weeks were booked up solid.
“This week we’re planning to ease them into their routine gently,” said Evelina.  The first three days will be all staff, starting with the girls that had to be turned away from Timmy on Saturday.  They’ll come along in pairs.  The weather’s set fair so there shouldn’t be any issues with mud.  Ellie, have you had a close look at the parlour?”
“Yes.  Miss Poole showed me around.”
“Good.  Familiarise yourself with all the facilities and tools.  I don’t know whether she showed you, but in wet weather, when there’ll be lots of muddy boots, there are covered drains under the fronts of the operators’ chairs, and the footrests fold back.  You probably saw the coiled hoses on the walls either side.  Those times will be the most arduous, and I believe Cynthia is in the process of designing some wet-weather outfits.”
“We are, Evelina.  For those conditions we’re thinking in terms of something like girls’ swimsuits with high necks, so that splashes can run down off their chests straight onto the floor.  Also, being one-piece, they’ll be easier and quicker to wash.  Ellie, I’m going to help you for the first few days, and you can always call on me or one of my employees in bad weather.  How do you feel about everything?”
“It all seems very well organised.  The boys have been instructed, at the end of the day, to strip their outfits off in the ante-room or corridor and dump them in the baskets.  Then I’ll take them into the wardrobe-washroom behind their quarters, wash them in the big tub, and hang them up.  With the warm air system I can have things dry in minutes if necessary.  Getting them ready is easy.  I check the schedule, choose appropriate outfits, spray with lube, and lay them out on their beds or in their living-room.”
“And the lube rule?”
“Pine is standard, rose
” she smiled
“rose is for specials
”
“Basically, yes.  You can decide what’s best.”
Evelina looked puzzled, but no further explanation was forthcoming.
“Well, then, this week’s schedule
  After Wednesday we have a couple of special appointments.  At ten on Thursday we have two ladies, Bethany and Natasha.  Friends of Mrs Burlington, I believe, and Friday at nine Diana Murchison and Eleanor Bowditch, who are committee members.”
“That’s right,” said Cynthia.  “And since the committee members are specials, Bobby will need to wear his other superhero outfit, the one we passed over on Saturday.”
“Yes, I’ve got that,” said Ellie. 
“And rose lube
”
“Of course
”
“So why don’t we accord the same privilege to the Thursday visitors?”
“Really?”
“Why not?  I’m sure they’d be thrilled.  I’d like to see their reaction, actually.  I’ve spoken to Nicole, and I have a suspicion they won’t be too disappointed
”
“Right.  I’ll change that then.  But what about the staff sessions on those days?”
“Just make sure you only schedule seniors.”
“Okay, yes.”  Ellie paused.  “In connection with that, some of the girls came up with an idea
”
“What’s that, Ellie?” asked Evelina. 
“They wanted to give the boys a little treat
  You know, to celebrate the opening of the boot parlour.  A little joke, really
”
“Explain.”
“Well
  You know Serena Egerton?”
“Who doesn’t?”
Cynthia looked at her enquiringly.
“She a very tall, slim, striking girl.  A very accomplished rider.  The beauty of Pitt’s Wood.”
“I see
  So Ellie, what’s this idea?”
“She’s quite into latex and stuff.  I mean, she doesn’t advertise the fact.  It’s just one of her fashion faves.”
“In that case I need to make her acquaintance,” said Cynthia.  “You must introduce us sometime.”
“I will.  But we were thinking – and she’s quite willing – what if she dressed up in one of her sexy latex catsuits, with some nice tall thigh boots, and, like, gave the boys a surprise
”
“Heart attack, more like,” murmured Cynthia.  “’Specially Bobby
”
Evelina was laughing.  “Oh my god, that would be so fun.  Yes, let her do it.  I’m going to watch on the CCTV.  I bet the thought of thigh boots hasn’t even occurred to them, let alone a girl in a latex catsuit!  They can each work on one boot.  It may take them some time, they’ll be in such a tizz
”
Cynthia was thinking.  “Why don’t you book her in first session Thursday?  Warm them up for Bethany and Natasha.”
“Okay
we can do that
I’ll amend the schedule and let everyone know.”
“Thanks, Evelina,” said Ellie.  “That’s great.  I’ll tell the girls it’s a go.”
“Yes, and tell Serena she’s welcome to film them at work.  We’ve got the cameras of course, but it could make a useful promotional video – you know, if they can cope with these, they can cope with anything sort of idea
”

So on the Monday morning, the boys’ big day, Ellie was going about her tasks with enthusiasm, especially when she thought of the surprise in store for them on Thursday.  And she had decided she was going to make the most of the occasion with a touch or two of rose-scented lube strategically placed in their little pants.  The boys had stayed over Sunday night, so as not to be late, and she had laid out their outfits, neatly-folded, on the sofa.  No capes this time, just the basics.  She had also taken a peek in the wardrobe at Bobby’s other superhero costume.  Wow.  Just a simple two-piece in purple latex, with a crop top and belted trunks – but somehow very sexy.  Or at least, it would be on him.  She needed to book a session for herself.  Yes, she and Jasmin together.  Good for Miss Poole.  She certainly knew how to spice things up whilst at the same promoting and advertising the Centre.  They were lucky to have the boys services – though, to judge by the dynamic between them and Miss Poole they seemed not to be, like, totally voluntary.  No.  There was a definite sense of compulsion, as if
  Well, as if Miss Poole had some sort of hold over them.  It had always been like that with Bobby, in any case.  She thought back to the things they – and particularly Phoebe – had got up to with him in the stable.  And now, even when she – Ellie – gave them an order, they jumped.  Hmm.  Well, if that was the case, great!   What could be nicer than to have those two big macho guys all prettied up in humiliating latex costumes and permanently at her back and call!  She gave a sigh of satisfaction.

By a quarter to nine the boys were showered and changed, and ready to make their way to the immer sanctum.
“Who’s first?” asked Tim, palpably nervous.
Bobby consulted the list.  “Trixie and Grace – do you know them?”
“No.  They’re probably from Saturday, from the queue.”  He sighed.  “It was difficult.  I was all my myself, and they just kept coming.”
“Well from now on it’s all timed sessions, so it shouldn’t be so difficult.”
“What sort of boots will they ‘ave?”
“No idea.  They're grooms - so either basic riding boots or rubber stable boots, I guess.  Shouldn’t be any problem.  Just make sure you’re thorough.  I have an idea Miss Poole going to be checking.  You know everyone’s supposed to leave comments in the book?  Well, at first Miss Poole’s going to be writing then up to show how it’s done.  Which means she’ll be inspecting our work after the customers leave.”
“Oh, really?”  Timothy involuntarily touched his bum.  He remembered only too well what Miss Poole was capable of if she was dissatisfied.
“Okay.  Let’s go.”
Trixie and Grace were already in the waiting room as they opened the door, smiling all over their faces.
“Hi!  We’re ready!  We got here early!”
“Good morning, girls,” smiled Bobby.  He gave Timothy a nudge.  “Remember to be polite,” he whispered.
“Good morning.”
“We love your outfits!” grinned Trixie.
“Yeah.  Very cool,” smirked Grace, looking at Timothy.  “We tossed a coin, by the way.  I got Bobby.”.
“Give us five minutes, please, girls, and we’ll call you in.”
“Sure, Bobby!”
The boys entered the boot parlour and closed the door behind them.   â€œYou okay, Tim?”
“Yeah.  It’s not fair I ‘ave to wear this and you’ve got that cool outfit, though.  I felt a right idiot yesterday with all them women swarming round me.  D’you know ‘ow long that Cynthia was measurin’ me up?  She measured everyfing – and I mean everyfing.”
“It’s only temporary.  You’ll have something new in a few days.  We both will,” he added, arranging  the brushes, cloths and polishes by the chairs.
“Well, it can’t come too soon.  D’you know they even took casts of my face?  And my whatsit.  True.  What’s that about?”
“Not sure.  I had the same ages ago.”
“As long as I get somefink a bit more, you know, cool for when we get onto the older girls, like my own age
  Anyway, I guess as far as the stable girls are concerned, we’re, like, celebrities, yeah?  I mean, did you see how excited they were to see us?  I don’t mind bein’ a sort of idol, if that’s what they want.  We’ll ‘ave to start ‘anding out photos if we ain’t careful
”
Bobby stopped and looked at his friend, standing there in his yellow top with the big “T” on it and his yellow latex pants.  Idol?  In your dreams, Tim.  Well, you’ll soon be disabused

“You can call them in now, Tim, if you’re ready.”
“Sure.”  He opened the door.  “Er, ladies
  You can come in now.”
“On our way!”
They jumped up and headed for the parlour.
“Whoa, this is so cewel!” cried Trixie.  “And so are you, Timmy
” she added, with a flirty glance.
Timothy looked flustered, but gratified.  “Thank you, miss.  We aim to please,” he added, cheesily.
He looked at Bobby triumphantly.  “See?” he smirked.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 215.

Trixie and Grace were no different from any other teenage girls.  If there was the faintest chance they might come into contact with - or even flit through the field of vision of - any eligible boy,  their first thought was that they had to be, first, immaculately turned out, and second, if any interest was shown in them, cool, aloof and detached.  In this case, however, the second requirement didn’t really apply; these particular boys were not “eligible” in any way; not prospective admirers, but amusing curiosities capable of yielding infinite degrees of gossip and entertainment.  So whilst they had taken pains over their makeup and put on their best breeches and boots, it was not, as Timothy imagined, out of regard for he and Bobby, but as a subterfuge to flatter them, with the aim of gathering information and spicy chatter to pass onto their friends!
Bobby, thoroughly familiar with the riding scene, and with the culture of Pitt’s Wood, knew this perfectly well; but he was quite happy for his friend to make a fool of himself – which he did right from the beginning.
Trixie began by dispelling any self-consciousness Timothy may have had.
“Timmy!” she gasped, turning her big innocent eyes on him, “you’re so tall!  I didn’t realise when I saw you in the arena.  D’you know me an’ Grace were next in the queue Saturday?  We were so disappointed we just missed you.  But this makes up for everything!”
“Oh
er, yeah
  Sorry about that.  Got called away
Miss Poole, you know
  ‘ad to attend to some business for ‘er
”
“Gosh, I understand completely.  It must be so great to work for her directly.  We’re all a teensy bit scared of her, you know.  She’s so strict!”
She didn’t have to tell Timothy that.  He knew only too well.
“Strict but fair,” countered Timothy, as if he and she went way back. 
But Trixie was already admiring his uniform.
“Your uniform is amazing!  ‘Specially now I can see it close up.  Did you choose it yourself?”
Timothy was beginning to relax.  “Nah.  We ‘ave our own dresser.  Big clothes company.  What’s it called, Bobby?”
“Fantastex”
“Fantastex, yeah.  They’re gonna make all our outfits.  This is just the first one.  Next week we’ll ‘ave somefink new.”
“It’s so
gorgeous
” said Trixie thoughtfully, reaching out familiarly and running her fingers down the side of his yellow pants.  “Latex is like, mega expensive, isn’t it?”
“Mega.  If you wanted to buy this stuff, it’d be, like, hundreds of pounds
”
“Really?  Gosh
”
Grace decided it was time to get in on the act.  She could see by the expression on Bobby’s face he wasn’t taken in.  So she added her flattery to her friend’s.
“That’s right.  Latex is like, haute couture, innit?  Bobby’s outfit is cool, but it’s not pure latex, like yours.  My mum knows about this stuff.  She’s booked a session but she has to wait for weeks.  She’s so jealous I’m getting to see you guys straight away.”
“Oh
I’m sorry
”
“S’not your fault, Timmy.  But maybe we could have some piccies to show her?”
“Oh
sure.  Of course.”

The girls seemed to know exactly what they wanted, as if they had planned it all out in advance.  They took him out into the waiting room.  First they had him full length, then posing with his foot on a chair, making a peace sign; then looking macho, with his thumbs tucked into his belt; then hands on hips, and after that lying along the row of chairs, head propped on his hand.  Then Grace handed her phone to Bobby, and he took photos each of them with their arms around him; then one on each side, holding him tight, his hands on their backs.  Then they slid down, kneeling either side and embracing his legs, their heads resting against his flanks.  And finally, Grace fetched a cloth from the parlour, and Bobby took videos of Timothy kneeling and polishing their boots while they sat side by side in the waiting room chairs!

“Er, I think we should get on,” said Bobby, checking his watch.  “Not that your boots look like they need much work
”
Indeed, the session was fairly perfunctory – a little waxing and polishing, and they were done.  But it was fairly obvious to Bobby they hadn’t been there for boot-cleaning at all.  As they scurried off, giggling and whooping, Timothy agreed.  But his take on it wasn’t quite the same as his friend’s.
“I told you we would be celebrities, didn’t I?   Mind you, it was mainly me they came to see, right?  Sorry, Bobby, I didn’t mean to steal your funder.”
“No offence taken, Tim.”
“I reckon they’re all gonna be like that.  Next week we’re getting some of the older girl grooms, right?  I’ll show you how you ‘ow you chat ‘em up, okay?”
Bobby sighed.  “Sure, you go ahead, Tim.  I’m just here to do the job and earn a bit of dosh.”
“Yeah, well, you never were into girls that much, was you?  Fine.  You can leave ‘em to me.”

The rest of the day wasn’t much different.  Lot’s of excitement and giggling from the customers, lots of swaggering from Timothy.  But at least there was some real work to do, and the girls all left with shinier boots than those in which they had arrived.  There were two older girls - members, Bobby thought - expensive boots and leather breeches - who couldn't stop laughing.  One of them had very muddy boots, despite the fact it was a dry day.  She must have gone out of her way to find a muddy puddle.  But he wasn't fazed.  He cleaned them up and polished them till they shone.  She was definitely impressed, and even gave him a decent tip.  Yeah, he was pretty cool...
The boys got through dozens of strips of thin card.  To avoid getting polish on the girls’ breeches, these strips were folded around the legs and slid down into the tops of the boots.  Simple but effective.  It had been their first day.  It had gone well.  They were tired and slightly dishevelled, but proud of what they had achieved.  After the last customers had departed, they had a visit from Miss Poole.
“Well done, boys!  I’ve interviewed most of the girls you’ve serviced today, and I can report they all gave you five stars.  That’s terrific!  I’m sorry you won’t have received any tips as yet, but they will come.  You will probably have seen you have two specials this week, Thursday and Friday mornings, as well as staff.  Oh, and there’s a revision to Thursday which isn’t in your schedule – first session, nine o’clock to ten, substitute Miss Serena Egerton.  Do you know her?”
Bobby had heard the name somewhere, but couldn’t place the individual.
“Who is she, exactly?”
“She’s a member.  Local.  Rides here regularly.  County level dressage and showjumping.  Plays baseball too in the southern league.  Very fit.  You can wipe that smile off your face, Timmy.  She’s only interested in two things, horses and baseball.   Not boys.  Always immaculately turned out.  Wears some eye-catching outfits in both disciplines.  Never know what she’ll turn up in.  Tall, willowy.  Long blonde hair.  Twenty-ish.  You may have seen her about.”
“Don’t think so
”
“Anyway, she’s very nice.  Give her the celebrity treatment, all right?”
“Of course.”
“And Cynthia will give you your other uniform, Bobby.  It’s like Timmy’s, so you’ll look more of a team.  Okay?”
“Yes, Miss Poole.  Thank you.  Er...  Miss Egerton...  Will she be by herself, then?”
“Yes, all on her ownsome.  But I'm sure you'll find her enough of a challenge...”  She smiled knowingly.  “Okay, then, must rush.  And well done again, boys!” 
She swept out.  Timothy’s face lit up.
“She sounds cool!  Long blonde hair?  Twenty-ish?  Sounds just my type.”
“Forget it.  You heard what she said, Tim.  She’s only into sports, not guys.”
“Okay, Bobby.  We’ll see, won’t we?  You wait.  Watch and learn.   I’ll show you ‘ow it’s done
”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 216.

Over the next couple of days it was more of the same – half-hour sessions, two girls a session, nearly all stable lasses, varying ages, plus a couple of others, including Gabby from reception, desperate to see Timothy in the flesh.  Anyone of seventeen or so or older got the benefit of Timothy’s cheesy chat-up lines, which were always received with good humour – it was impossible to take offence at such a display of innocence from a guy showing off in a two-piece latex superhero costume which he clearly believed made him irresistible to women.  Their reactions he interpreted as success, though, as he told Bobby, he was holding back for his main goal, Serena Egerton – whom he referred to familiarly as “Serena”, as if they were old friends - or even already lovers.

The boys stayed in their apartment all that week.  Indeed, they found they were too tired at the end of the day to do anything else.  In any case, it was thrilling to have their own place, where they could relax, drink, play computer games or just watch television.  Timothy kept his bedroom tidy and fresh, ready for his first conquest.  Bobby was often so tired that first week that a couple of times he crashed out on his bed straight after supper, and woke early in the morning still in his uniform, with the result that Ellie had to rush to get it washed, dried and ready before nine.  But on Wednesday night Ellie brought him a message from Miss Poole, to the effect that he was to come to the committee room at eight that evening, to allow Cynthia to check the fitting of his new superhero costume. 
When he arrived, he found not only Cynthia and Miss Poole, but a small audience of Nicole, Lavinia, Clarissa, Diana Murchison and Eleanor Bowditch, Magda and Zeta.  Cynthia took him into a side room and got him into his uniform, which was a purple two-piece much like Timothy’s, with pink boots.  It fitted perfectly, and felt light and comfortable.  He looked at himself in the mirror,
“You’ll have a pink cap and pink gloves, but I just wanted to see I had got the measurements correct,” said Cynthia.  “It looks great on you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.  It feels good, too.  Tim will probably accuse me of stealing his thunder, though.  He thinks he looks so great in his.”
“Let’s go and show the others.  I’ll put your cape on for the time being, but of course you’ll work without it.”
She led him back in, to an admiring murmur of approval from the ladies.  He stood before them and turned through a full circle like a fashion model.  He faced his audience so they could take a few snaps.
“Excellent, Bobby,” said Miss Poole.  Wear this for the rest of the week, then next week I think Cynthia has new outfits for both of you, is that right?”
“Yes, Miss Poole.  Identical pageboys next week, based on the outfit Bobby will wear to the wedding next month.”
“Yes.  But these two-piece creations will remain in your wardrobe, of course.  I like them for their simplicity, and the way they show off your bodies.  You’re both commendably fit.”
“We both work out, Miss Poole,” said Bobby.  “Though we haven’t done much this week.  It’s been so busy.”
“Yes, I understand of course.  But things will get easier as the days go by.  Just make sure you keep up your exercise routine.  I’m adding some new pieces of equipment to the gym, but please tell me if there’s anything else that you’d find useful.”
Zeta grabbed her camera, hopped off her chair, and knelt behind him.
“Bobby?  Turn and face me.  I need to take one good piccy in case we need it for promotional stuff.”
“Okay.”  He turned his back on the committee members, and she took one photo.  She checked it.  “That’s good.  I’ll distribute this by email to everyone.”
“Thank you Zeta.  Thank you Bobby.  Please go and change, and I’ll send your uniform to Ellie so she can get it ready for tomorrow.  You’ll have Serena first thing, then
” - she consulted her diary – “then it’s Natasha and Bethany?  Is that right, Nicole?”
“Correct, Violet.”
Bobby’s face fell.  “Natasha and
”
“Yes, Bobby.” said Nicole.   â€œThey know all about you now, of course, so naturally they deserve a session.”
“Oh
”
“Off you go, then.”

Bobby was not so happy when he returned to his rooms.
“What’s up?” asked Timothy, concerned.  “What happened?”
“Oh, nothing really.  Got my new outfit.  Like yours, but purple.  But tomorrow, after Serena Egerton, we’ve got a special.  Two of Mellie’s friends’ mothers.”
“Is that
bad?”
“Oh, not for you.  But
you know.  How do you think I feel?  The mothers of two of her bratty little friends
  And I have to kneel down and polish their boots and call them madam and stuff?  How would you feel?  Suppose they take photos – no, they will definitely take photos – and then go showing them to all their friends, and then they’ll want to book sessions too
”
“Oh, poor little Bobby!” laughed Timothy.  “Serves you right.  You shouldn’t ‘ave got so pally wiv that MĂ©lisande girl.  I mean, why are you ‘er friend in the first place?  ‘As she got some sort of ‘old over you or what?  I never got that
”
“Oh, shut up, Tim.  I’m tired.  I’m going to bed to read.  Good night.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 217.

In any big riding centre, where most of the manual work is done by teenage girls, there is a strong ‘work hard – play hard’ ethic.  After a day struggling with recalcitrant horses, mucking out, running back and forth with tack, and servicing the demands of impatient and sometimes downright rude riders – especially the privileged types, many of whom had never done a serious day’s labour in their cossetted lives – nothing short of a wild evening is enough to prepare for the next day.  Serena Egerton had come from quite a deprived background, and had made her mark by a combination of hard work, persistence, and a natural empathy with horses.  With a full-time job on top of her riding and baseball careers she was kept pretty busy.  But she still identified with the social life of the stable lass, and whenever she could she kept the company of the stable staff during and after work hours, joking around in the stables, or clubbing in town.

It was at a local bar one evening when Serena was drinking with four of the stable girls, Jasmine, Ellie, Betony and Imelda, and Phoebe from Fleetford, that the conversation turned to Bobby.  This was before the big show, when the boot parlour was still in process of construction.
“Have you ever heard such a thing?” Imelda was saying.  “Who is this guy?  He’s actually gonna be employed to do nothing but service riding boots?  Must be some sort of pervert or something.  Do we really want a bloke like that living amongst us?”
Jasmine, Ellie and Phoebe looked at each other.  Phoebe knew all about Bobby the Pony, of course, but had been sworn to secrecy.  She would quite happily have outed him, but it was much more fun to hold onto the secret and watch him steadily descending into permanent pony bondage.  She was sure that soon, escape would be impossible.  Then she intended to approach MĂ©lisande and demand, on the basis of her former relationship with him, her share of the riding rights. 
“We know the guy,” she said, blandly.  “Yes, he is a pervert, but a nice one and quite harmless.  Oh, and quite cute, too.  I can assure you that if this boot parlour thing comes to fruition, there’ll be some fun to be had.”
“That’s right,” said Jasmine.  “Miss Poole is set on it, so I’m sure it’s gonna happen.  She knows what she’s doing.  It must have potential to make the Centre some money, or she wouldn’t be investing in it.”
“True, but I’ve always thought old Pooley was a bit of a pervert herself,” grinned Betony.  “There are rumours she once whipped a stable boy for misbehaviour.”
“They’re true,” said Serena.  “I witnessed it.  Maybe she is.  It makes it all the more fascinating.”

A few weeks later things became clearer, and then, with Bobby and Timmy’s appearance at the October show, all doubts were dispelled.  The girls met up again that very evening.  Ellie bought a round of drinks.
“Oh my god, you guys are so lucky, you know that?”
“Why?”
“Guess who’s been appointed official Supervisor of Boot Boys?”
“Official what?” said Imelda, making a face.
“Supervisor of Boot Boys – the person in charge of those two kinky guys!  Me, idiot.  On Friday.  Not only that, but
”
“We saw that Timmy one whipped by Miss Poole,” added Jasmine, unable to contain the intelligence any longer.  “Actually, we helped, didn’t we, Ellie?  We held him down while she gave him twelve strokes of her dressage whip.”
“You
saw that
?”
“Yes!  It’s true what they say!  Anyway, apparently they’re both under contract, with very strict terms, and they can’t get out of it for at least a year!”
There was a brief, disbelieving silence.  Then Ellie began to fill in the details.  Eventually everybody took it on board. 
“So
” said Betony, thoughtfully, “are those two really into boot slavery, or
”
“Bobby definitely,” said Ellie.  “He can’t help himself.  Not only that
”
Jasmine gave her a look.
“Ah, yes
  I was going to say, he’s totally into latex, too.  A real fetishist.  Miss Poole’s working with a company called Fantastex, who are going to make all their outfits.  I can see what she’s up to now.  The main thing isn’t to provide a service for the staff and members – though that will be useful – but to attract visitors who’ll be asked to pay through the nose for the service and be expected to give tips – depending on what sort of “entertainment” they get.  There are so many bored women in this area, desperate for some sort of thrill, and Miss Poole is providing it, by allowing them, for the duration of the session, to become strict mistresses of two cute young guys in sexy outfits, trained to be obedient and submissive, down on their knees like real slave-boys.”
“Yes,” said Jasmine, “and the customers don’t have to be guilty about it – they can rightfully claim it’s a purely cosmetic service, like getting their hair or their nails done.  Meanwhile what actually goes on behind the door of the parlour – well, who can say?”
“And it will be good publicity, and some of those who come for the boot parlour may well decide to join and take up horseriding.  It’s brilliant.”
Serena was fascinated.  “Wow.  Bobby’s the cute blond one, right?  I already want to book a slot.  You know how much I’m into leather and latex, Ellie.  I need to see these two – especially Bobby.  He sounds very interesting.”
“You should book a session and go wearing one of your latex catsuits,” laughed Imelda.  “If it’s true he into that stuff, it'll drive him wild!”
“Hey
yes!” cried Jasmine.  “Why don’t you?  He’s really into boots.  I think that’s what gave Pooley the idea in the first place.  Wear a pair of your sexy thigh-boots too!  I’d love to see his reaction.”
“Do you want me to book you in, Serena?” said Ellie.  “I can ask Miss Poole when I see her Monday.  They’re booked up weeks ahead, but I’m sure she’ll let me fit you in.”
“Oh, god, yes – can you?  I’m feeling sexy just thinking about it.  I’ve got these great new red leather thigh boots I haven’t dared to wear yet.  A boot fetishist’s dream!  If it’s true, then
”
“Leave it with me, darling
”  Then suddenly her eyes danced.  “Oh, and Serena -  I’ll tell you what else I can do.  It’s rather naughty, but
”


The girls were in early Thursday morning.  Serena had two horses in livery at Pitt’s Wood, and she got dressed up in her finery at the back of one of the stables, then posed outside for a photoshoot, before being smuggled into the boot parlour waiting room.  Ellie, without telling anyone, had decided to spice things up with a squirt of two of pink lube in the front of the boys’ trunks.  She wasn’t sure how long it would take for their bodies to react, but she didn’t want it happening prematurely, so she held them back as long as she could.
“Come on Ellie,” said Timothy, from outside the washroom.  “It’s ‘alf eight.  We need to get changed.  Serena could be ‘ere any minute.”
“What’s the hurry?  This is the first time you’ve been so eager to start.  There’s half an hour yet.”
“Yeah – but today’s different.  I need to have as long as possible with this woman.  I’ve got a lot of stuff to say to ‘er.”
“Oh, really?  What, you planning to send her to sleep or something?  Don’t make me laugh.  I’ll bring them in as soon as they’re ready.”
She held them off till a quarter to eight.  Then handed their outfits in at the door.
“Okay.  Actually you’d better hurry.  It seems she’s here already.”
“What?  I told you so, didn’t I?  Bobby, quick!  She’s ’ere!”

They were dressed in five minutes flat, in the corridor pulling on their gloves and hats.
“Ready?  Okay.”  She opened the waiting-room door, and with a smirk, ushered them in.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 218.

We’ll leave the boys’ reaction to the reader’s imagination for a brief moment, to catch up on developments elsewhere.
The previous day, Wednesday, Charlotte and Amelia’s visit to the tack shop, with their mothers, MĂ©lisande and Clarissa, had realised the first element of their dreams.  MĂ©lisande had helped them select boots, breeches, shirts, T-shirts, waistcoats, jackets and helmets.  And Clarissa had made their happiness complete with gifts of whips, spurs, and Pony Club ties.
“You should definitely be enrolled in the Pony Club, girls,” she smiled.  “If you train hard, in a few weeks you’ll be able to enter competitions.  It’s great fun.  I’ll help you with the applications when we get home.”
“Thank you so much, Mrs Burlington!” cried Charlotte.
“Yes, thank you.  We’ll work really hard – we promise!” said Amelia, assuming a determined expression.
Charlotte turned to MĂ©lisande.  “Will we be able to wear these to Pitt’s Wood at the weekend?”
“Of course, Charlie.  We can all go and I’ll introduce you to the ponies.  They’re so funny!  Especially some of them
Freddie for instance
”
“Yes,” interrupted Clarissa, “and we’ll get you signed up as official members, which means you’ll get a badge and ID and you can go there any time, even if you just want to get a drink in the cafeteria or wander around.”
“It’s gonna be so great
” sighed Charlotte.  “Like a whole new life
”
Amelia’s eyes were sparkling.  “Mellie
?  On Sunday
  Will we get to
you know?”
“Bobby?”  She looked at her mother.  “Mum?  Sunday?”
“Unless he’s too exhausted.  He must be finding it hard.  His first week in a full-time job.  That’s a point, actually
  He may even be working part of Saturday.  It’s in his contract.  So you might even see him then.”
“I hope he won’t be exhausted
” murmured Amelia.

That evening, after Bobby had appeared in front of the committee for his fitting, Diana Murchison approached Cynthia and introduced herself and Eleanor.
“You do an amazing job, Cynthia.  These outfits you’ve designed – so beautiful, and so imaginative!  And always perfectly tailored.”
“Well, I just love coming up with ideas.  But it’s my wonderful staff that perfect them and produce the finished product.  I’m glad you like them.”
“Nicole tells me that the next ones are virtually ready
”
“Yes.  The pageboys.  I had to make one for Bobby, anyway, as he’s pageboy at a wedding next month.  So I thought we might as well test them out here.”
“I was wondering how long the boys will be wearing them
”
“Oh, at least two weeks, starting next Monday.  There are new concepts in the pipeline but we're nowhere near finalising them.  Why do you ask?”
“Well, Eleanor and I have a session booked this Friday, and there’s been a cancellation on the twenty-fourth which we’re going to book as well, so we were thinking
”
“Oh yes, they’ll be pageboys that week, definitely.  I do hope you approve.”
“Er
what are they like
if it’s not being nosey
”
“Not at all.  Well, I’ll tell you what I was aiming for
”  Her enthusiasm and desire to talk about her creations was obvious.  Diana looked sideways at Eleanor and briefly raised her eyebrows.  “I thought, “now what do I want?”  Well, first, smartness.  So short, nicely-fitting boy shorts in lovely shiny red latex, coupled with plain cream or white spandex shirts with high necks and long sleeves, and a red vinyl baseball cap.  Maybe a choker, plain red ribbon.  Second
  Well, you know the boys.  They’re grown-up now.  And grown boys have a habit of being a bit too macho, always swaggering around showing off, right?  So maybe for sessions we’ll have them made-up with sparkly eye-shadow, white mascara, and pink lipstick, and little round pink circles on their cheeks.  Optional extras, pink ball-gags.  Ball-gags and wrist cuffs and all sorts of accessories, straps and belts and correctional things, are already available for special customers in the locked cabinet, anyway.”
“Oh, that outfit sounds really nice!  Don’t you think so, Eleanor?”
“Absolutely!”
“The shorts come with a pink leather belt, and pink latex frilling at the legs – the combination of red and pink is meant to hint at some sort of sexual ambiguity, you see.”
“How subtle!” simpered Eleanor.
“They’ll wear pink latex gloves, frilled at the wrists, and simple white girly socks, knee or ankle length it doesn’t much matter – either provides further emasculation – and red or pink patent Mary Janes, to go with their shiny caps.”
“They’re going to look stunning!” smiled Diana.  “I can’t wait
”
“And of course, ladies, there’ll be the internal fittings.”
“Internal
?”
“It comes back to that first principle – smartness.  Boys are awkward, unruly – that’s their nature.  So their boy things need discipline just as much as they themselves.  Their shorts will be fitted with the usual internal loops.  That’s to say, one in the crotch and one in the front, welded to the central seam.  The lower one will encircle the base, behind the balls.  It’s function will be twofold: to lift and separate, keeping everything nicely symmetrical, and to maintain erection.  Once erection is established, the upper loop will prevent any untidy deviation, and keep it nicely vertical.  Then we have the butt-plug
”
“The
b-butt-plug
?”
But Cynthia didn’t hear.  She was expatiating on her favourite topic, using her fingers to illustrate the mechanics.  The lecture continued.
“The butt-plug has three functions.  One.  To help maintain erection.  Two.  To correct posture.  Three.  To remind the wearer of his subordinate status.  We have designed a new plug, attached to the back seam of the shorts by a thin flexible rubber stalk, at the end of which is a vibrator about the size and shape of half a sausage, containing a rechargeable cell power source, sheathed in rubber and covered with short, flexible rubber buds.  The vibe has no external controller – it’s auto-initiated by two electrodes connected by the body’s moisture, and simply pulses, keeping the wearer conscious of its presence.  The pulses vary randomly in speed and intensity, to remind him of his lack of control.”
Cynthia took a breath, and looked at her listeners.
“Do you understand?”
“Oh, we understand perfectly, Cynthia!  Thank you so much for explaining everything so clearly!” said Diana, delightedly.  The outfits sound perfect for those two.  You really have thought of everything.
“Well, thank you
  We do our best
  Ah, Miss Poole.  I’ve just been telling your colleagues about the new outfits
”
“So impressive,” remarked Eleanor.
“Isn’t she,” smiled Miss Poole, archly.  “And I believe you already have some new ideas, Cynthia?”
“Oh, yes.  Bobby’s dress
”
“Let’s talk about that later.  Now, the only other people you don’t know are Magda and her friend Zeta.  Come with me and I’ll introduce you.”
And taking her arm, she led Cynthia away, leaving Diana and Eleanor in an ecstasy of anticipation.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 219.

When the boys entered the waiting-room, they really had no idea what to expect.  They had both constructed an image of Serena Egerton in their minds, but nothing could prepare them for the actuality.  For Evelina, Gabby and Jasmine, watching proceedings in reception on CCTV, their reaction elicited screams of hilarity.  On their entry, Serena had risen from the chair in which she had been sitting. 
“Good morning, boys.  I’m Serena
”
Bobby was struck dumb.  He stood there, staring, his mouth opening and closing with the desire, but not the will, to respond.  Whatever he was expecting, it was not this – a stunningly pretty young woman, clad from – if not head, at least neck – to toe (so he assumed) in a perfectly-fitting catsuit of glossy black latex, wearing the most breathtaking boots he had ever seen, in his favourite soft red leather, with heels, and fetishistically peaked tops hugging her legs with tailored perfection!  They were not really riding boots, yet she had chosen to wear a pair of little silver spurs strapped to her ankles, which for Bobby was the coup de grĂące.  She had apparently been listening to music – her headphones were now around her neck.  He gulped and tried to recover himself.
“I
I
  that’s to say
h-happy to m-make your
”
He stammered on helplessly.  But Timothy was if anything in a worse state.  All his bravado had evaporated in that first second.  He was seized with fright, and actually took a pace backwards and laid a hand on the door handle.  But he couldn’t have escaped had he tried, Ellie having locked the door – just as a precaution.  He had rehearsed a variety of patronising chat-up lines, suitable for the sort of girl he stupidly imagined he would be dealing with – one who had dedicated her lives to ponies and horses, and had even less worldly experience than he himself.  Even from his brief acquaintance with Pitt’s Wood he should have known better, but his egotism had got in the way.  Confronted with a patently worldly young woman, with a flirtatious expression and disarming looks, wearing just about the sexiest outfit he had ever seen, he simply deflated like an untied balloon, and actually experienced his first ever panic attack!  He started to tremble.  The colour first drained from his face, then, under Serena’s amused gaze, he tuned bright red.
“So you are Bobby
” continued Serena, pointing a latex-sheathed finger.
“Y-yes, m-miss
”
“So this must be Timmy
”
Timothy being unable to reply, Bobby came to his rescue.  He licked his dry lips.
“Y-yes, M-miss Egerton.  Timmy
  Yes
”
“Well you’re both much more handsome than I’d realised.  I only got a glimpse of you at the show, and I was in the back row, so
  And what sweet outfits!  May I
?”
She advanced on the terrified boys and plucked at their latex trunks with professional interest.
“This is excellent quality!  Quite as good as mine – feel.”
She held out an arm.  Bobby looked alarmed.
“Go on.”
Now she was closer he could smell the heady scent of warm latex, and the sweetness of boot leather.  He touched her arm quickly, his heart missing a beat.  He felt dizzy, and he could hardly breathe. 
“Are you all right, Bobby?  Why don’t we go into the parlour?”
“Y-yes
okay
”
As he moved towards the door, she gave him a little pat on the bottom.  Then she took Timothy’s hand, as if he were a child, and led him after Bobby.
“Love your costume, Timmy.  Do you like the idea of being a superhero?  I have a kid brother, and he’s got a Superman outfit, but it’s not a patch on this.  Not from where I stand, anyway.  Latex is so cool, don’t you agree?  I wear latex as much as possible.  I love the way it hugs my body.  It’s great for riding, ‘specially if it’s raining.”  She looked into his face.  “Don’t be shy, Timmy.  I don’t bite, you know – not unless you do something you shouldn’t,” she added, with a wink.

Timmy looked dazed.  Serena got them both inside, closed the door, and seated herself in one of the chairs.
“Mmm, this is very comfortable.  I won’t want to get up.”
The boys stood awkwardly in front of her, not knowing what to say or do.  She looked from one to the other.
“I feel totally spoiled.  Two gorgeous guys, in cute little latex outfits, both trained boot boys, and all I have to do is relax in this nice chair while you dedicate the next hour of so of your lives to pampering me.”
The boys looked at each other, desperately trying to work out what they should do next.  To make matters worse, they were both conscious of a growing arousal.  “Shit!  Not now, please
” thought Bobby.  Serena decided she would have to take the lead.
“So what I suggest is that you attend to one boot each, and I’ll give a reward to the one I think has done the best job.  Bobby, what creams and polishes do you have?”
Bobby roused himself from his inertia.
“Oh
yes.  W-well, we have a range.  But to judge from the quality of the leather
” – he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself – “
which is, well, amazing
  I would use the white leather cream.”
“Yes, you know your stuff, I see.  I use that myself.  But I won’t have to any more, will I?  Now I’ve got you guys, I mean.  I’ll have to arrange for you to visit me at home for some private sessions, yeah?”
Bobby gasped.  Timothy shivered.  But they both nodded eagerly.  Bobby, aware of growing pressure in his pants, quickly put on his knee-pads and dropped to his knees.
“Would you mind lifting your legs a second, Miss Egerton?  Thank you.”
He folded up the foot-rest and used the side-lever to adjust the height of the chair, until her heels were comfortably on the ground.
“There.  Timmy, come on
knee-pads
”
Timothy, flustered, fumbled with his knee-pads.  Serena stole a surreptitious glance at his trunks.  Yes, it looked as though Ellie had done her work, all right.  This was going to be fun
  She spread her legs wide, giving the boys plenty of room to work, and disconcerting them even more.  She was feeling horny now.  They were such cuties, and pretty soon that lube should be taking effect
  Well, she was happy to wait for developments.  She put her headphones back on and leant back in the chair.

Bobby opened a new packet of card leg-protectors, put it down between them, and went to insert one down between the top of Serena’s right boot and her thigh.  His erection was bigger now, and impossible to disguise.  He hoped Serena wouldn’t look down - but where else would she look?  He felt he was now mentally calmer, but his body wasn’t obeying his mind.  He had to lean right forward to wrap the strip around her thigh – it was barely long enough.  Serena lifted her thigh slightly to help him.  There was a discreet zip at the back, running from the crook of the knee to the thigh, and he had to unzip the top couple of inches to enable him to get it in.  As he zipped it up again, he was able to appreciate the quality of the leather – so fine and supple than it even had a degree of stretch, which allowed it to fit her legs so snugly.   Before he had got it fully in place, she lowered her leg and slid her foot forward a few inches between his thighs, so that her shin came into contact with the front of his pants.  He gasped and blushed scarlet.
“Oops, sorry, Bobby,” she smirked, making no attempt whatever to withdraw her leg.
He could hardly stop what he was doing, so he was forced to complete the difficult operation with his hardening erection pressed firmly against her leg.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see Timothy was having the very same problem.  His hands were shaking so much he could hardly hold the strip of card, and Serena, apparently intent on making things worse, was tapping her foot in rhythm with the music!
Finally Timothy got it partially in place, and was able to pull back slightly.  But Serena had no intention of letting either of them off the hook.  She thrust her feet further forward between their thighs.
“Here - why don’t you sit on my feet?  It’ll help you reach the tops, and then you can work your way down.”  But seeing how pathetically nervous they were, she relented somewhat.  “I know, why don’t I stand then while you attend to my thighs?  Then I can sit down again while you do the rest.  Okay?”
They nodded, relieved.  She stood up and planted her feet wide apart.  Back in reception the girls were squirming with delight.
“Off you go, then.  Work the cream in thoroughly, won’t you?  Nice gentle circular movements.”
“Yes, miss,” replied Bobby.  We know what to do.  I’ve been cleaning my aunt’s boots for years.”
“Really?  What a good boy.  I think maybe I should kidnap you and keep you as my personal boot boy.  Would you like that?”  She raised an eyebrow, and glanced at his bulging pants.  “You look as though you might
”
Bobby blushed again, and to avoid further conversation got quickly to work.  She smiled down at them fondly, kneeling at her feet in their aroused state, dutifully servicing her boots.  She took out her phone and began filming.  The feeling of their fingertips on her thighs as they carefully massaged the white cream into the soft leather was highly erotic. She took a deep breath.
“Take your time boys
  We’ve still got nearly an hour.  That’s it, Timmy, take care with the zip flap.  That’s right
  Good boy.
They did indeed take their time, much to her satisfaction.  As they did their work, they both began to relax a little.  Bobby used the task as an excuse to get his face close to her thigh, the muscles taut and firm under the fine latex, the scent filling his nostrils and making his coc-k ache with longing.  Timothy had decided that his erection bespoke an instinctive empathy between he and Serena, and indicated an inevitable future relationship.  He no longer tried so hard to conceal it, but rather hoped she would take it as an indicator of his unusual masculinity