She congratulated Mrs. MacNab on her visit and asked how dear little Pauline was doing today. Pauline shuddered at the hypocritical and disgusting tone, but politely replied, “I'm doing very well, thank you, ma'am, and you?” The lady smiled and replied, “Very well, thank you, dear,” then, turning to Mrs. MacNab,
“Do you think Pauline would give me a kiss? I consider my clients' children to be a bit like family. I am a caring auntie, selecting their dresses, their underwear, and their punishment equipment. So, in return, I ask each of them for a kiss.”
Mrs. MacNab turned to her son and said, “Would you like to give Madame a big, juicy kiss? After all, we should be grateful to her for having this lovely shop where we can buy your cute things!”
What could poor Pauline do? “Yes, Mom, I'd love to give her a big kiss.” And he held out his face to Madame's wet lips. She grabbed his head with both hands and pressed her mouth against his, inserting her tongue deep between his lips. He hated it, but he knew what he had to do: he suc-ked on Madame's tongue. Pauline was tortured by this breathtaking kiss because, although he hated it in his mind, his masculine nature was attracted to it, and he felt his excitement growing under his diapers.
The lady turned to Mrs. MacNab and said, “Pauline is very well trained; that was a wonderful kiss he gave me. He will be very good entertainment for the ladies. But it is very hot in here; I will take off his coat and cap, and you can both walk around.”
Mrs. MacNab replied, "Yes, Pauline will make a delightful companion for the ladies when I'm done with him. He is being trained to be completely submissive and to provide lesbian services to women who desire a docile and enslaved male. But he will never be allowed to use his jewels in the manner of males. He knows that pleasure is forbidden to him forever. His jewels are there for the sole purpose of being handled by ladies, as is his little hole, for that matter. Yes, please, you may undress Pauline.
Pauline fidgeted and, turning to her mother, begged, “Please let me keep my cape on, Mom, I'm not too hot.” “But Pauline,” said Madame, “it's very hot in here. I'm turning up the temperature because many of the pupils have to undress. Look at those pretty twins, a boy and a girl. They're naked and are going to try on their corsets.”
It was true, on the other side of the living room there were two naked children, a boy and a girl of about fourteen years old and almost indistinguishable, except for their shaved private parts, as they both had long hair, slim waists, and budding breasts. Mrs. MacNab intervened harshly, “Pauline! I won't say it twice! Keep still while Madame takes off your coat.”
Madame removed his cap, undid the buttons of his pea coat, and helped him take it off. The reason why the boy was so agitated and reluctant became obvious. He was wearing an adorable high-waisted baby dress with puffed sleeves that flared out from the waist, held out by a starched petticoat. The dress and petticoat were so short and flared that they revealed the adorable pink rubber panties the boy was wearing.
The pants were obviously lined with voluminous terry cloth diapers. With his long, shaved legs, white ankle socks, and buckled shoes, Pauline was a charming curiosity, and several customers marveled at the delightful sight of this tall boy (soon to be eighteen) who looked so much like a big baby.
The lady asked, “Is there anything special I can do for you?”
“Oh, we'll start by window shopping at this wonderful salon,” said Mrs. MacNab, “then Pauline has a long list of items he needs. I've given him permission to ask for them himself, and I know he's very excited and feels like a grown-up being able to shop on his own!”
“Do as you please, look around the large salon and also in the small special rooms such as the corset room or the rubber room...” said Madame, "and remember that there are no privates allowed for my clients' children and you can observe any of them trying on a garment or an instrument of discipline. Perhaps it would be good to take Pauline to the punishment room to see a child being whipped; it's always a salutary experience! Then, when you're done, I'll take care of you personally. Or better yet, I'll ask Yvonne, my fifteen-year-old assistant, to be at your disposal. Perhaps Pauline will be less intimidated asking a girl his own age, and in this case even younger than him, for his things. It's very thoughtful of you to allow him to ask for what he needs on his own; it helps him gain confidence.
The two women smiled, and Pauline felt her heart beat faster in the face of such falseness and hypocrisy. How could he feel “big” dressed up as a baby like that? And how could his shame at having to ask for the awful things on his list give him confidence? That was the last thing these women wanted to give the boys under their wing. He was going to feel even more foolish having to ask for these childish and intimate items from a girl younger than him. Would there be no end to this life of being a boy-girl reduced to the status of a tiny child?
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