His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Tim may not be feeling quite so impatient, RibbonBound...

[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 stockings.  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?  Gwen – that’s my regular waitress – has taken the morning off.  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!

[Simonssister]

Chapter 395.

He had hardly put the plate down when he felt a tugging and the back of his skirt.
“Don’t go…please…I just wanted to ask…”
It was the woman at the opposite table.
“Is this latex?  It’s so…sensual…”
Connie replied for him.
“Yes.  Best quality.  Would you like to know where we get it?”
“Very much…if you don’t mind…”
Connie passed a Fantastex business card.  “They can do amazing things with latex.  You’ll be amazed at the range.  It’s really worth a visit.”
“Popsi?”  it was Maria calling.  “Order waiting here.  Table three.”
He scurried off.
“That boy…”
“He’s in maid training.  He can be a maid or a pageboy.  Or just a houseboy if necessary, but he’s a bit too pretty for that really.”
The woman looked curious.
“It’s a company called ESDS.  Egerton’s Special Domestic Services.  You can hire from them by the day or week.  The boys are properly trained to be polite and efficient and, usually, obedient.  You should try them.”
“I shall…”
“Me too,” said her friend, enthusiastically.
“I’ve run out of cards…”  She turned to Maria.  “Maria?  Do you have any ESDS cards?”
“I have leaflets.  A whole stack of them.”  She reached under the counter.  “Popsi?  Take these.  Hand them out to anyone who wants one.”
Of course, everyone wanted one. 
“I’ve got so many of these,” grinned Maria.  “After that time I hired a boy maid as a waitress – what was his name?  Danny, I think…something like that -  I used to hand them out.  But then it became too much hassle, and I stopped.  I must have several hundred here…”
“Why don’t you put one in every menu?” suggested Connie.  “Or get someone to hand them out in the street.”
“Good idea, Connie.  Popsi?  Perhaps you could do that this afternoon.  Gwen’s back at one, so I won’t need you inside.”
“Of course he will,” said Connie.  “Then we can go and have a drink somewhere and relax.”
“But mayn’t he run off instead,” said Maria, doubtfully.
“Oh!  What a coincidence, Maria!” Connie replied, with a wink.  “I just happen to have a length of chain and a couple of padlocks with me.  If I’m not mistaken, there’s an old tethering ring on your wall.  And my chain is just the right length to attach his collar to that ring!”
“There is!  How perfect.  Then I won’t have to worry at all.”
“Super!”
Tim looked at them with dismay.  It slowly dawned on him that this was all a put-up job.  Everyone in the cafĂ© was now enjoying the joke.  The joke at his expense.   And things were about to get even worse.
“What about that special offer you had in mind,” continued Connie.  “Did you manage to get the things ready…?”
“I did, as a matter of fact.  I hope Popsi – I mean Tim -  will be okay with it…”
“Of course he will.  He loves the attention.  Don’t you Tim?  Maria, show him what you got for him.”
“Shall I?”
“Go on…”
By now everyone in the teashop had stopped eating and drinking and were paying attention.  Maria smiled a mischievous smile, and reached under the counter. 
“A little present for my special boy waitress.”  And she held them up.  “Taraa…!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 396.

There were screams of laughter and a little ripple of applause from the customers.
“Beautiful!  Like them, Tim?  These are the proper panties that go with your outfit.  Surely you wouldn’t want to keep your unicorn and rainbow ones when you can wear these?  Maria thought it would be a nice surprise to keep them back until she saw you.  Oh, sweetie…  I can see you love them just from the look on your face.  Well?  Take them, then.  Maria will show you where you can change.”
Blinking and blushing he took the proffered gift.  Maria ushered him into the back.  When he returned a couple of minutes later the cafĂ© was buzzing with expectancy. 
“I bet they fit you perfectly,” exclaimed Connie.  “Of course they do.  They were made just for you, after all.  Well, aren’t you going to show everyone?  Stand over by the window.  Back a bit.  Yes, there.  Now, let’s have a little flash of panties, shall we?”  She gasped.  “Oh, they look gorgeous on you!  No, keep your skirt up.  Let everyone see how pretty you look.  Stay like that, now, while I ask everyone’s opinion.”
He had to stand showing his panties while the whole room engaged in a discussion.  Eventually Connie addressed Maria again.
“So Maria – what’s the plan?  Did you manage to get the noticeboard ready?  You did?  Wonderful.”
“Yes, Connie.  I’ll explain to everyone.  This afternoon we have a special offer.  If you spend ten pounds or more I gave you a ticket from this roll.  This entitled the ticket-holder to a panty-flash from our new assistant Popsi.  He’ll be stationed right outside the door, and will be handing out ESDS leaflets to anyone who wants one.  I’m hoping the promotion will generate lots more custom, and of course Popsi will get ten percent.  As you leave, just show him the ticket, and he lift his skirt and give you a flash of his new panties!  Won’t you, darling?”
Thank you, Maria.  Such a brilliant idea.  Now, Frieda, would you help me get him in position?  And Bridget, perhaps you could bring the A-board, as Maria’s quite busy.  Lovely.  We’ll get him all ready, then we’ll leave you to it, Maria.  Oh, hi Gwen.  You’re here.  Just in time to see Maria’s new promotion.”
“Ooh, yes…  She told me all about it,” said Gwen excitedly.  She was a young woman with bleached blonde hair, long pink nails, and a slightly startled expression.  “Is this Popsi?  He’s so good looking…”
“Show Gwen your panties, dear,” said Maria.  “There.  Fit him perfectly, don’t they?”
“Ooh, yes…” mused Gwen, with a slightly lecherous lowering of her eyelids, “like a glove…”

So it was that Tim found himself chained up outside Penny’s, holding a handful of leaflets next to an A-board inviting punters to get a “Popsi Panty-Flash” voucher.  Connie checked the padlocks were secure, then the three ladies waved to Maria and Gwen through the window, and departed, leaving him to the mercy of the local female community.
“We’ll be back later, darling,” smiled Connie, simultaneously adjusting his outfit, as though she were dealing with a six-year-old.  “Be a good boy and help Maria attract some customers, won’t you?”  He looked at her pleadingly, as if to say, “please don’t leave me here like this…” 
She smiled.  “Don’t look so sad.  We’ll only be a few hours.  We’re going to have a stroll, get some lunch at a super little pub we know at the other end of the village, then pop over to Fantastex to pick up your next outfit.  You must be excited wondering what it’s going to be.  Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait long.  Have fun!”
And off they went.
Poor Tim.  His eyes filled with tears of – well, not sadness.  No.  Irritation.   Frustration.  And sheer helplessness.
“May be they’ll just take a leaflet and go,” he thought, determined to brave it out.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 397.

Unfortunately for Tim, very few were that kind.  He very soon discovered that almost no-one who received a voucher – and that was everyone – could resist demanding, or often helping themselves to, a peep at his panties.  Worse, they would then give the voucher away to some curious passer-by!  Of the passers-by who stopped to gawp and snigger, the teenage girls were the worst.  They arrived in pairs or threes, and would stand there whispering and pointing and giggling, taking pictures, reading the notice-board out loud, and hanging around to see the fun.
“Popsi the pervert!” said one to her friend in a loud whisper, pointing at him.  And the friend collapsed in laughter.
He tried to protest, but the muffled noises that emanated from behind his ball-gag only generated more hilarity. In any case, it didn’t make any difference at all.  Soon a little knot of females had gathered, chattering and giggling amongst themselves, and waiting for the next customer to leave and demand her bonus.  At lunchtime the cafĂ© became really busy, and his skirt was up and down like a yoyo.  Worse, there was an influx of sixth-formers from the local school, St. Catherine’s, who were surprised and delighted to find such an unexpected source of entertainment, and many of whom wanted to be photographed alongside him or take selfies.  One group of four took it in turns to have their photos taken by their friends.  The last, a blonde, hung onto him arm while the others snapped away.
“Wait till we show these to the others!” cried one, delightedly.
The blonde had a better idea.
“Wait till I show Dave a picture of me with my new girlfriend.  He’s gonna be so jealous!”
And she burst out laughing.
“Seriously, though, he must be a real pervert to do this,” returned another.  “I mean, all in rubber with a ball-gag and everything…  Are you, boy?  Am I right?  Do you enjoy doing this?”
Blonde rejoined her friends.  “Just nod if you do.  We won’t judge you.  I think it’s cool…”
But all Tim could do was to frown, and hope they went away.  He was saved from further humiliation by the appearance of Maria, who had noticed the four girls hanging around and had come out to check on him.”
“You all right, Tim?”
He nodded.
“Tim?  Is that his name?” asked the cheeky blonde.
“That’s right.”
“Why’s he…you know…?”
Maria smiled indulgently.  “Tim’s in training as a professional domestic.  He also models.  He’s held in very high regard by his employers.  Here, take a leaflet.  They’re called ESDS.  Your mothers may be interested in using their services.  Tim is already a fully-trained maid, and a top-class pageboy.  Right, Tim?”
Tim nodded, still blushing.
The girls each took a leaflet, more delighted than ever.
“That’s so cool!” cried one, scanning the leaflet.  “Oh my god, mum’s gonna flip out when she sees this!”
“Yeah,” remarked her friend.  “Your mum loves her toy boys, doesn’t she…?”
“Shut up, Fiona!  None of your beeswax what my mum does…”
“Are you coming in girls?  Tim’s going to have a break from leafletting now.  He can wait on you if you like…”
“Yes, Maria, please…!”

So while the girls trooped in, Maria unlocked Tim.  He went to the toilet, washed, and grabbed a sandwich before helping Gwen with waitressing.  The girls were dying to ask him questions, but Maria loyally refused to remove his gag.  But they pestered her so much that to shut them up she eventually showed them photos which Connie had sent her of some of his other outfits.
“You can see how versatile he is…”
“I love the pageboy outfit he wore to the wedding…” sighed blonde, whose name was Hanna.  “Can you send me that one?”
“Well…”
“Please…”   
“I suppose it won’t do any harm.  Most of these are fairly public already.  And if it’ll help persuade your mothers to use ESDS…”
“Definitely, Maria!”
“Okay, then…”
Tim, busy serving the other tables, couldn’t see what Maria was sharing, but the prospect of his private photos being circulated around the local girls’ school was not reassuring.  But there was no way of protesting.  So he swallowed his anxiety and got on with his work.