Chapter 392.
But the look in Tim’s sad little eyes was too much even for Connie.
“Ah, don’t look so miserable, Tim. Actually there’s been a change of plan. We’ll postpone houseboy duties for a day or two. I was chatting to my friend Maria this morning – she runs a little café in Bowersford village, just up the road. Well, I guess “café” isn’t the right word. She calls it a teashop. Penny’s Pantry – named after her mum, who started it. It’s quite twee. Attracts all the women from the area – somewhere they can sit and drink tea and exchange gossip for hours on end. This may be a small, out-of-the-way place, but gossip seems to proliferate in inverse proportion to the population. Anyway, she’s invited us along. We’ll go in the morning. According to the forecast it’s going to be a nice day. It’s still really mild for the time of year. Afterwards we could go on somewhere else. Make a day of it. What do you think?”
Tim nodded slowly. Anything was better than being treated live a slave. He wondered what he would be wearing. Connie seemed to have read his mind.
“When Maria first saw your picture she immediately offered to sponsor you. So she’s paid for your next outfit. So we agreed we’d visit her tomorrow, as Tuesday’s usually a quietish day in the café.”
He looked at her questioningly.
“It’s nice, don’t worry. You’ll like it. No hotpants, though. Lately it seems as though they just make you horny. In fact…”
She took a step back and regarded him critically. She frowned.
“Are you getting horny now? Girls? Am I imagining things, or is he…?”
“Yes! He’s got a little erection!” cried Frieda, delightedly.
Tim clapped his hands to his shorts.
“Not already…” smiled Connie, shaking her head. “Tim, take your hands away, there’s a dear, and let us check.”
Tim shook his head fearfully.
“No? Well, bed time, then. Let’s get you unlocked and ungagged. If you want to play you can do so in your bedroom. I haven’t printed your poster yet, but you’ll find a nice framed piccy of Kit on your bedside cabinet. Oh, you like that, don’t you? Well make sure you don’t oversleep. Breakfast at eight thirty, all right?”
Tuesday morning. Tim slept through his alarm, but Connie playfully flicked water on him till he got up. He was very grumpy, and his mood didn’t improve when she showed him his outfit, a pretty pink latex dress with the words “Penny’s Popsi” across the chest.
“Popsi? What’s a Popsi?”
“It’s a cute girl, Tim. Just like you’re going to be today. Maria’s a good friend, and you’d better not be rude to her.”
“Why do I have to wear all these stupid outfits? And be photographed and videoed? Suppose ESDS really takes off one day. My pictures will be all over the internet.” He had a sudden panic attack. “What about those ones of me…”
“Masturbating? Well, if they ever came out, they would certainly make you famous. Don’t you want to be a celebrity? You’ve always loved attention…”
“Miss. Please. Promise me…”
“No promises, Tim. Just be a good boy, and I’ll look after you… Now, breakfast…”
But Tim wouldn’t let go of his anxiety, and was complaining all through breakfast.
Connie looked at the others. “Time for his new outfit, I’m thinking.”
“Can’t be too soon,” agreed Bridget.
Connie brought it in, the dress, matching shoes and white tights. And his favourite panties. As they helped him into it, he was still mouthing off. Connie fetched the hood which he had worn the day before.
“I’m not wearing that. Not if we’re going out. What will people think?”
Connie sighed. You know what, Tim? I’ve had enough. The only think that seems to keep you in order is a nice fat butt plug. Well, this outfit doesn’t lend itself to that, but we do have a temporary replacement. Today we proceed to the next stage of gag training, with a medium ball. Yesterday was a small. And it’s pink, to match the rest of your outfit. So stand still while we get it on you.”
The ladies were strong, and there were three of them.
“No! Miss! Mmph…”
Connie tightened the straps of the ball gag and locked his collar. “There. That’s better. Peace at last! Now, a quick snap… Tim! Stop sulking. Stop sulking or else! Thank you. Now a close-up… Good boy!”
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