His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

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…?” 

[Simonssister]

Chapter 380.

“Be a good boy, Tim,” added Frieda, “Do what your told, and tomorrow…we might give you a very special present.  Right, Connie?”
“Well, yes…  But he would have to be very, very good…”  She gave Tim a mischievous smile.  “It’s something any boy of your age would be delighted to have, Tim.  Hardly any actually possess one.  It’ll be yours to keep.  However, whether or not we decide to give it to you is dependent on your being polite and obedient today.   Do you think you’re up to it?”
Tim was curious, but suspicious.  In any case, he had realised he had no choice.  There was always an underlying threat of punishment.  He wasn’t afraid of the whip, but if they decided to release a picture or a video...or even showed him off in public…  His cheeks burned at the thought.  Above all, he must keep his work for ESDS completely secret, and quite separate from his outside life.  So he made a decision; to be totally compliant and obsequious from now on.  He assumed a cheerful demeanour.
“Yes, miss Connie.  I think I am.  I’ll be good from now on.  I won’t complain or sulk, I promise.  So please don’t get your whip out again…”
He wanted to make her think he was terrified of the whip, so that this would seem her best deterrent.
“Good boy!  I think you really mean it this time.”
He laid it on thick. “Yes, miss.  I really do.  I understand it’s all part of my training, and I should be thankful.”
“Excellent.  Well, we have a few other outfits for you to try on.  I’ll need to release you to change, and you will return to your maid-tidy without demur.  Right?”
“Yes, miss.  Of course, miss.”
“So while you’re in girl mode, let’s see what you look like in a maid’s uniform.  Cressida especially asked for some pictures.  Cynthia’s come up with a cute one and a more formal one, both in cotton and pink latex.  I’m sure you’ll like them.  You can wear one later this week, actually, and we’ll put you through your paces.”
“Can I take him?” asked Bridget.
“Help yourself…”

Bridget helped him change.  The uniform wasn’t too bad.  The panties, though…  Pale pink latex, so fine it was translucent…  He had to turn his back to Bridget to put them on.
“This is so pretty…  Do you like it?”
“Yes, miss Bridget…  And it fits perfectly.”
“Come on then.  Let’s show the others.”

As he skipped into the room there was a chorus of approval.  For a moment, in the sudden warmth of adulation, he forgot himself, and did a little twirl.
“Gorgeous!” simpered Connie.  “Now let’s get you back on your disc.”  She led him over and chained his ankles again.
“Why do I have to be chained up, miss?”
“We need to keep you in one place for the photos.  Besides, Cressida particularly asked for it.  I gather they’ll be going on the website brochure, and she wants to make sure her clients fully understand the subjugated status of her boys.”
“Oh…”
“And of course we don’t mind, do we, ladies?”  Shaking of heads.  “Personally I love all sorts of restraints.  Especially on big strapping boys like you, Tim.  It gives me a little thrill to know you’re completely in my power.  What, are you shocked?”  She emitted a short and not very pleasant laugh.  “Later on I’m taking a few snaps of you for my own collection, and the best one’s going in a frame by the side of my bed.  Does the thought embarrass you?  Oh, it does!  Look girls, he’s blushing again!”
Tim bit his lip.  If this was the sort of humiliation he had to endure, well, so be it.  He smiled and pretended he didn’t mind.
“Show us your panties, Tim,” called Frieda, rudely.
He smiled, treating the remark as a joke, which he hoped it was.  It wasn’t.
“Go on,” said Connie, impatiently. 
He turned bright red.  This was too much.  He tried to smile, but he just looked as if he was about to burst into tears.  Reluctantly he lifted his tiny skirt.  Apart from the fact his pride and joy was squashed flat against his stomach by the tight see-through latex, he might as well not have been wearing panties at all.  He could feel them leering at him.  Connie was seized with a fit of the giggles.  For a moment he frowned and glared at her – then, remembering himself, quickly adopted an expression of pathetic, forced acquiescence.

The ordeal finally came to an end, and he was allowed to leave them room, accompanied by Frieda, to put on the formal maid’s uniform.  This one was received with genuine admiration, enhanced by Frieda's idea of adding a fully-padded bra to his ensemble.  Connie put him back on the disc, and all three of them snapped away while Tim forced a smile.
“You can wear this tomorrow and wait on us.  Would you like that?”
“Ooh, yes please, miss…”
“I think Cressida will approve.  It will be a good uniform for the posher clients.  Yes.  One more pose…  Maybe with a tray…  And then we’ll move on to something else.”