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[Simonssister]

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 cafĂ© 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 cafĂ©.”
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!  Stop it!  Okay…but not the gag, please…  Miss…?  Mmph…”
Connie tightened the straps of the ball gag and locked his collar.  “There.  That’s better.  Peace at last!  Now, stand back over there So I can get a quick snap…  Tim!  Stop sulking.  Stop sulking or else!  Thank you.  Now a close-up…  Good boy!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 393.

“Now, are you going to behave?  Or do I have to get my whip out?  That’s better.  What do you think of those pretty gloves?  Gorgeous, aren’t they?  Hold them up so we can see them.  That’s it.  There, they really are just the perfect finishing touch, don’t you think?  What was that, Tim?”
With his new ball gag, poor Tim could do little more than grunt.  Excellent, thought Connie.  She’d be able to tease him mercilessly all day.  And for punishments she’d think about some special mitts so he wouldn’t be able to pull at anything – or even pleasure himself properly!  How amusing.  This evening she’d update Cassandra.  She’d loved the videos.  Everyone at ESDS had. If Tim knew they were going to be available to subscribers…  She smiled to herself.  Well, it was his fault for being so cute, for being such a show-off, and being such an easy dupe.
“Well, we might as well get going.  We’ll be early, but we can have a nice walk round the village first.  It’s very pretty.  Looks olde-worldy, but there’s plenty of money there, take it from me, girls.  Anyway…”
They got there coats and headed for the door.  Tim was having to be cajoled along.  Finally Connie got him outside.  She had to accompany him to the car, and return to shut the door.
“What a fuss!” she murmured as she went down the path for the second time.  “But once we’re there, he won’t have any choice…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 394. 

It was a very pretty village, and they spent nearly an hour just wandering around the streets looking at the houses and cottages, and standing on the old bridge watching the river flow sluggishly by.  Tim attracted quite a bit of attention, and as is customary in these rural communities, a number of people stopped them to say hello and ask if they needed directions, or if they liked the village, or what they thought of the weather – all a pretext for getting a closer look at Tim.
“Oh, that’s such a pretty outfit,” exclaimed one woman.  “So nice to see a young man not dressed in a T-shirt and old jeans!  I wish I could get my son to wear something like that.  He insists on wearing his most worn-out clothes, he lays about all day and then disappears half the night!  He barely talks to me.  He’s either looking at his phone, or talking to his girlfriend – his “gf” he calls her.  He can’t get a job.  Then there’s not much here…  I swear he’ll be the death of me…”
She rattled on a bit more, until Connie raised a hand.  She pulled out an ESDS card and handed it to the woman.
“Give these people a call.  If he’s good-looking enough, he may be qualified to be a male model, or even get  some regular employment.  Send him for an interview and assessment.  If he’s lucky he may get a contract.”
“Oh, really?  Thank you so much!  I can’t wait to tell Paul – that’s his name.  He is good looking…  Well, that’s a mother’s opinion, of course.  He has lovely curly blond hair.”
“Sounds like the perfect material,” smiled Connie.  “Mention my name – Connie Brookshaw -  and they’ll fast-track him.”
“Connie Brookshaw…  I shall.  Thank you so much, Ms Brookshaw.  May I take a photo of your, er…”
“My nephew.  Certainly.  But don’t show it to your son, will you?  He may not appreciate the finer points of couture.”
“No, right…  By the way, he’s nothing to do with Penny of Penny’s Pantry, is he?”
“Oh, yes.  Maria sponsored him.  We’re going there later this morning.”
“Oh, really?  Maybe I’ll see you.  My friend and I usually pop in for a coffee…”
“Maybe later, then…”

“Do you think she will?  Persuade her son, I mean…” asked Frieda.
“Oh, I hope so.  Maybe ESDS should put up a recruitment poster here.  Maybe in Penny’s…”
They strolled on along the main street.  A woman had stopped to stare and her daughter was pointing at Tim.
“Mummy – look.  That boy’s wearing a dress!”
“Yes, darling…  I can see…”
“Oh, look!” cried Bridget.  “This is the village museum someone mentioned.  Let’s go in.”  She peered through the door.  “It’s quite busy though…”
“All the better,” said Connie.  “Come on, Tim…”
He shook his head and made a protesting grunt.  But Connie was in no mood for sulks, and gave him a smart slap on his behind.

The museum was full of old things, Roman glass, Roman coins, old farm implements, and so on.  Tim attracted more attention than the exhibits, and generated quite a lot a giggles and suppressed laughter.  So by the time thy left, and made their way to Penny’s Pantry, he was in quite a bad mood. 

Penny’s was a cheerful little place, and quite busy.  There arrival was accompanied by gasps and suppressed squeals.  Connie introduced Tim to Maria, a cheerful woman in her thirties, who greeted him so warmly that it was impossible for him to remain grumpy.
“You’re even more handsome than in your picture!” Maria exclaimed, in that embarrassing way women have.  “Ladies, why don’t you take a seat while I have a word with Tim.”
They sat at the only free table, while Maria took Tim by the arm and drew him behind the counter.
“Tim, would you do me a favour?  I have no waitress today.  Could you possibly…?  All you have to do is take stuff to whichever table I tell you.  They’re all numbered.  It’s easy.  I’ll pay you, of course.”
As Tim couldn’t reply, every request made of him could be taken as answered in the affirmative.
“Thank you so much.  I’ll just do the ladies drinks…”
He delivered the drinks without mishap.  He could feel every eye in the place focussed on him.  There was a murmur of conversation, punctuated by giggles.  Several people passing in the street also stopped to stare.  He was soon busy delivering drinks and food.  As he brought the ladies a plate of pastries, the woman behind him murmured, “that’s such a cute outfit…”
He placed the plate on the table.  “Thank you, Popsi!” grinned Frieda.  They were enjoying themselves hugely.  It wasn’t fair!