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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta
« Last post by BabyJay on January 07, 2026, 11:28:36 AM »
Delightful. 4 Happy?? Little Sisters with their new Frilly, Lacy Lingerie. How nice of Anna and Becca to help them choose what they wanted. How long before they go back for their pretty little Party Dresses which I feel sure the Gamma Delta will insist they buy for their Annual Party. Look forward to next episode.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on January 05, 2026, 08:09:47 PM »
Pretty Unmentionables
Anna started with Milo, who was nervously fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. “Now let’s just find out what you like, sweetie! Pastels? Satin? Ruffles?” she prompted, her tone friendly but insistent. Her words flowed in a gentle, coaxing rhythm, drawing Milo’s attention to the array of delicate fabrics glimmering under the shop’s soft, golden lights. Rows of bralettes in creamy pinks and airy blues hung nearby with their fluttery lace edges prominently displayed.
Milo stammered, “Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never, uh, picked out anything like this before.”
Anna reassured him, “Oh don’t worry, it’s fun! Let’s start with color. Are you feeling something soft like blush pink, or maybe something bold and fun?” The boys exchanged uncertain glances, clearly overwhelmed by the unfamiliar choices and the enthusiastic attention from Anna and Becca.
Milo had stammered, “Um, I’m not sure—I’ve never, uh, picked out anything like this before.”
The boys stole glances at each other as Anna and Becca barreled ahead. Anna explained the things she thought they would need: Discreet but stylish bralettes and panties, perhaps a slip or two, and maybe another couple of pieces “just for fun.” Although it was done with sweetness, Anna and Becca seemed intent on making the experience as instructive—and overwhelming—as possible.
At one point Julian finally found his voice and offered softly, “Maybe, uh… something, uh… a little lacy… but not too fancy?”
Becca’s eyes lit up in response as she held up yet another set, “This one would look amazing on you! The lace trim is so sweet, and plus, it matches your eyes!” She winked, causing Julian to redden.
There was no room for protest. The boys were given shopping baskets, and the sisters started filling them with all manner of delicate underthings—frilly bralettes, sheer mesh panties, creamy slips, pastel camisoles, and even a pair of ruffled tap shorts for each of them which she said would be “perfect for a cozy night in.”
Anna explained, “You need a basic wardrobe: bralettes and panties, a slip for dressier occasions and at least one special piece for fun. Maybe a teddy or babydoll.” She held up a shimmering lavender babydoll for Owen. “This is for special occasions, sweetie.” Owen gulped.
In no time, each boy had begun to amass his own treasure trove of frilly, lacy and satiny underthings.
At one point, Nate had hesitated, cheeks burning. “Um, do you really think we need… all this?” he asked as he gingerly held up a set that was covered in especially elaborate ruffles and pastel bows.
Anna grinned, “Absolutely. Trust us—it will make you feel so much more special. She added playfully, “the more bows, the better!”
Becca chimed in as she cheerfully held up another cute set to Owen, “I think this one has your name all over it!”
After the whirlwind of basket-filling and giggles, Anna and Becca shepherded the boys toward the changing rooms at the back of Lace and Grace. The boys hesitated at the threshold, unsure whether to step forward or linger, nervously clutching their overflowing baskets of lingerie. Anna and Becca were undeterred by their hesitation, herding them gently forward with encouraging smiles and teasing comments.
“No dawdling now,” Anna chirped, tapping the back of Owen’s basket. “Time to see how these look on you!”
The girls decided to pick out a set for each embarrassed boy to try on to make sure all their new selections would fit. Anna and Becca, acting every bit like personal stylists, began sorting through the contents of the boys’ baskets. In no time, they pulled out matching lingerie sets for each boy, their choices deliberate: blush-pink lace for Milo, dreamy lavender mesh for Owen, angelic white for Nate, and mint-green satin for Julian.
As Becca passed Julian the set she had chosen for him, her tone was gently teasing. “Here you go, sweetie. Don’t worry, you’ll look adorable.”
Soon, the boys found themselves inside the changing stalls. The stalls were just big enough for a bench and a small mirror, the walls painted in soothing lavender and pale rose. Despite the gentle décor, the boys’ nerves were on edge. The unfamiliar laces and satins seemed to shimmer in the soft light, promising more self-conscious embarrassment. The boys fumbled with the bralettes and panties, their cheeks burning in the privacy of their stalls. The delicate materials were soft against their skin, whisper-light and unexpectedly comfortable. The girlish silhouettes reflected in the mirrors seemed almost unreal.
Outside, Anna and Becca kept up a steady stream of encouragement, their voices floating through the gaps above the doors. “Let us know if you need help!” Anna called, feigning innocence. “We’re experts!”
“OK, let’s see how you look,” Becca called out brightly after a few short minutes.
Realizing they had no option, the Little Darlings all opened their changing room doors and stepped out tentatively into the softly lit space, each enveloped in delicate layers of frilly unmentionables. Their dancer’s belts ensured that every detail—private and otherwise—remained perfectly modest, their silhouettes shaped into sweet, unmistakably feminine outlines for Anna and Becca to inspect. Red-faced, they stood there while Anna and Becca smiled condescendingly at them and remarked on how pretty and feminine they looked.
Anna's eyes widened as she took in the sight. “Oh my gosh, you all look absolutely darling!” she cooed, her voice lilting with delight. “Owen, that lavender really brings out the color in your cheeks—so precious!” She reached out to gently fluff the ruffles on his bralette, grinning as Owen squirmed under her approving gaze.
Becca was practically bouncing on her toes, “Julian, turn around—yes, just like that! Oh, look at that little bow in the back! You’re so cute I can barely stand it.” She let out a giggle. “And Nate, that white lace makes you look like an absolute angel. I think you were made for this!”
After several minutes of being inspected and gawked at, Anna relented with a flourish. “All right, boys, I think those will work splendidly!” she declared, her tone both merciful and mischievous, “you can get changed now and we’ll get everything wrapped up.”
The boys exhaled in collective relief, grateful to shed the spotlight of inspection and slip back into their familiar jeans and T-shirts. With fumbling fingers, they eagerly reached for their discarded clothing, pulling on shirts and pants as quickly as possible. But the delicate sensation of lace, mesh, and satin against their skin remained, a constant, intimate reminder of their new wardrobes. Underneath their everyday outfits, the new bralettes and panties hugged them with every movement, whisper-light and unmistakably present.
As the Little Darlings reemerged from their changing stalls, the girls exchanged sly glances, clearly pleased with the result. “You’ll be wearing these all day, just like any other girl would,” Becca said, her smile sweet but unyielding.
The boys shifted awkwardly, tugging at their collars and adjusting their waistbands, conscious of the pretty secrets they now carried beneath their clothes. With each step, the soft fabrics brushed their skin, making them acutely aware of their new reality and of Anna and Becca’s satisfied, approving gazes.
In the end, each of them now had his own lingerie “starter kit.” The girls outfitted them with accessories—a mesh wash bag, lavender sachets, and a card with tips on laundering lingerie. The sisters also insisted on giving them a generous “Gamma Delta” discount and remarked how they were certain the boys would return soon. The boys self-consciously left Lace and Grace with large pastel pink shopping bags full of their new delicate unmentionables.
Anna started with Milo, who was nervously fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. “Now let’s just find out what you like, sweetie! Pastels? Satin? Ruffles?” she prompted, her tone friendly but insistent. Her words flowed in a gentle, coaxing rhythm, drawing Milo’s attention to the array of delicate fabrics glimmering under the shop’s soft, golden lights. Rows of bralettes in creamy pinks and airy blues hung nearby with their fluttery lace edges prominently displayed.
Milo stammered, “Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never, uh, picked out anything like this before.”
Anna reassured him, “Oh don’t worry, it’s fun! Let’s start with color. Are you feeling something soft like blush pink, or maybe something bold and fun?” The boys exchanged uncertain glances, clearly overwhelmed by the unfamiliar choices and the enthusiastic attention from Anna and Becca.
Milo had stammered, “Um, I’m not sure—I’ve never, uh, picked out anything like this before.”
The boys stole glances at each other as Anna and Becca barreled ahead. Anna explained the things she thought they would need: Discreet but stylish bralettes and panties, perhaps a slip or two, and maybe another couple of pieces “just for fun.” Although it was done with sweetness, Anna and Becca seemed intent on making the experience as instructive—and overwhelming—as possible.
At one point Julian finally found his voice and offered softly, “Maybe, uh… something, uh… a little lacy… but not too fancy?”
Becca’s eyes lit up in response as she held up yet another set, “This one would look amazing on you! The lace trim is so sweet, and plus, it matches your eyes!” She winked, causing Julian to redden.
There was no room for protest. The boys were given shopping baskets, and the sisters started filling them with all manner of delicate underthings—frilly bralettes, sheer mesh panties, creamy slips, pastel camisoles, and even a pair of ruffled tap shorts for each of them which she said would be “perfect for a cozy night in.”
Anna explained, “You need a basic wardrobe: bralettes and panties, a slip for dressier occasions and at least one special piece for fun. Maybe a teddy or babydoll.” She held up a shimmering lavender babydoll for Owen. “This is for special occasions, sweetie.” Owen gulped.
In no time, each boy had begun to amass his own treasure trove of frilly, lacy and satiny underthings.
At one point, Nate had hesitated, cheeks burning. “Um, do you really think we need… all this?” he asked as he gingerly held up a set that was covered in especially elaborate ruffles and pastel bows.
Anna grinned, “Absolutely. Trust us—it will make you feel so much more special. She added playfully, “the more bows, the better!”
Becca chimed in as she cheerfully held up another cute set to Owen, “I think this one has your name all over it!”
After the whirlwind of basket-filling and giggles, Anna and Becca shepherded the boys toward the changing rooms at the back of Lace and Grace. The boys hesitated at the threshold, unsure whether to step forward or linger, nervously clutching their overflowing baskets of lingerie. Anna and Becca were undeterred by their hesitation, herding them gently forward with encouraging smiles and teasing comments.
“No dawdling now,” Anna chirped, tapping the back of Owen’s basket. “Time to see how these look on you!”
The girls decided to pick out a set for each embarrassed boy to try on to make sure all their new selections would fit. Anna and Becca, acting every bit like personal stylists, began sorting through the contents of the boys’ baskets. In no time, they pulled out matching lingerie sets for each boy, their choices deliberate: blush-pink lace for Milo, dreamy lavender mesh for Owen, angelic white for Nate, and mint-green satin for Julian.
As Becca passed Julian the set she had chosen for him, her tone was gently teasing. “Here you go, sweetie. Don’t worry, you’ll look adorable.”
Soon, the boys found themselves inside the changing stalls. The stalls were just big enough for a bench and a small mirror, the walls painted in soothing lavender and pale rose. Despite the gentle décor, the boys’ nerves were on edge. The unfamiliar laces and satins seemed to shimmer in the soft light, promising more self-conscious embarrassment. The boys fumbled with the bralettes and panties, their cheeks burning in the privacy of their stalls. The delicate materials were soft against their skin, whisper-light and unexpectedly comfortable. The girlish silhouettes reflected in the mirrors seemed almost unreal.
Outside, Anna and Becca kept up a steady stream of encouragement, their voices floating through the gaps above the doors. “Let us know if you need help!” Anna called, feigning innocence. “We’re experts!”
“OK, let’s see how you look,” Becca called out brightly after a few short minutes.
Realizing they had no option, the Little Darlings all opened their changing room doors and stepped out tentatively into the softly lit space, each enveloped in delicate layers of frilly unmentionables. Their dancer’s belts ensured that every detail—private and otherwise—remained perfectly modest, their silhouettes shaped into sweet, unmistakably feminine outlines for Anna and Becca to inspect. Red-faced, they stood there while Anna and Becca smiled condescendingly at them and remarked on how pretty and feminine they looked.
Anna's eyes widened as she took in the sight. “Oh my gosh, you all look absolutely darling!” she cooed, her voice lilting with delight. “Owen, that lavender really brings out the color in your cheeks—so precious!” She reached out to gently fluff the ruffles on his bralette, grinning as Owen squirmed under her approving gaze.
Becca was practically bouncing on her toes, “Julian, turn around—yes, just like that! Oh, look at that little bow in the back! You’re so cute I can barely stand it.” She let out a giggle. “And Nate, that white lace makes you look like an absolute angel. I think you were made for this!”
After several minutes of being inspected and gawked at, Anna relented with a flourish. “All right, boys, I think those will work splendidly!” she declared, her tone both merciful and mischievous, “you can get changed now and we’ll get everything wrapped up.”
The boys exhaled in collective relief, grateful to shed the spotlight of inspection and slip back into their familiar jeans and T-shirts. With fumbling fingers, they eagerly reached for their discarded clothing, pulling on shirts and pants as quickly as possible. But the delicate sensation of lace, mesh, and satin against their skin remained, a constant, intimate reminder of their new wardrobes. Underneath their everyday outfits, the new bralettes and panties hugged them with every movement, whisper-light and unmistakably present.
As the Little Darlings reemerged from their changing stalls, the girls exchanged sly glances, clearly pleased with the result. “You’ll be wearing these all day, just like any other girl would,” Becca said, her smile sweet but unyielding.
The boys shifted awkwardly, tugging at their collars and adjusting their waistbands, conscious of the pretty secrets they now carried beneath their clothes. With each step, the soft fabrics brushed their skin, making them acutely aware of their new reality and of Anna and Becca’s satisfied, approving gazes.
In the end, each of them now had his own lingerie “starter kit.” The girls outfitted them with accessories—a mesh wash bag, lavender sachets, and a card with tips on laundering lingerie. The sisters also insisted on giving them a generous “Gamma Delta” discount and remarked how they were certain the boys would return soon. The boys self-consciously left Lace and Grace with large pastel pink shopping bags full of their new delicate unmentionables.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on January 05, 2026, 06:38:47 AM »
Chapter 310.
“What’s up with Thomasina?” asked Emily.
“I don’t know. Maybe she’s just drunk too much wine…” responded Hilda.
They waited for her to return. After five minutes Caroline said she would go and see. She went out, made her way to the bathroom, and knocked softly at the door.
“Thommie?”
There was a faint groan from within. “Caroline?”
“Yeah. What’s up? You okay?”
“Yeah.” She didn’t want Caroline to find out. Knowing her, she’d be delighted. “Can you ask Emily to come here?”
“Okay…”
She took off her gloves and splashed water on her burning cheeks. It didn’t help. She slid one hand between her legs. She could feel the vibrations through her fingers.
Caroline returned to the living room.
“She wants to talk to you, Emily.”
Thomasina quickly admitted Emily to the bathroom. She looked flushed and distressed, and was holding onto the counter.
“Whatever’s the matter, Thomasina?”
Thomasina hesitated. But there was nothing else for it. She had to explain.
“Look, it’s like this. This suit that Cynthia gave me… Well… It’s an Invader! Yes, it has a built-in, you know…”
Emily’s eyes lit up. “A dil-do?” She gave a short laugh. “You naughty, naughty girl! And you wore it to my party? Gosh… That was brave of you!”
“I told you… Aah… I wasn’t intending to…” She groaned. “If it doesn’t stop…”
“Ooh… You must be in a state…” Emily couldn’t hide her delight.
“Somehow it turned itself on. I think it’s only on the lowest setting, but even so… I was trying to turn it off when I dropped the remote down the side of the sofa. Then I couldn’t reach it. Please…”
“You want me to retrieve it and switch it off, right? You little sexpot. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t…”
“What?”
“It would be fun watching you. Imagine… The party will probably go on till midnight. You have nothing else to wear…” She giggled.
Thomasina frowned. “Then I’ll just go home. Say I don’t feel well.”
“No you won’t.”
“What do you mean? I can go get a cab…”
“I won’t allow it.”
“How will you stop me?”
In answer, Emily took out her phone, scrolled through her pictures, and held it up for Thomasina to see. It was a video.
“This is the video Coco took of you in the forest. You remember. Sorry, I didn’t tell you. When I met them on their way back they told me everything, and shared the video.” She grinned. “It’s quite a performance. I’ve told them to keep it secret, unless I give them permission…”
“You wouldn’t!”
“It’s a shame to keep it to ourselves. One text to Coco, or Roxanne, or Octavia…”
“No! Emily, please…”
She was horrified, but also strangely excited. Those three girls, the Posh Triplets, and now Emily too… They had all been watching her masturbatory adventure in the forest… They all knew… She had thought Emily was a true friend... But now...
“Then indulge me for this evening. Come on, try to stay cool, and we’ll try to find your controller.”
“Thank you…”
Her leather belt was having the effect of tautening the crotch seam of her suit and forcing the dil-do deeper in, so she took it off, and they returned together. As they passed the kitchen Thomasina saw Hilda and Caroline preparing dinner. Caroline came up.
“Are you okay, Thommie?”
“Oh, yes, fine now. I just felt a bit queasy, but I’m better now.”
“Oh, good. I’m going to help Hilda make dinner.”
“Great! See you in a while…”
They entered the living room. Kim was sitting by the door, with a smug smile on her face. Thomasina stood nervously by while Emily went over to the sofa. Bobby was purring away relentlessly inside her. It felt as though it was rotating slightly as well, exploring every part. She gulped. She couldn’t take much more. Emily removed the cushion and prised the seat base aside..
“You won’t find it.”
“Sorry, Kim?”
“I’ve got it. I saw her trying to retrieve something. I’ve got it here.”
Thomasina approached her. “Can I have it, Kim?”
“Maybe…”
“Please…”
“Wouldn’t you like me to check out the other settings?”
“No! Come on, Kim…”
“If you want it, get down and beg.”
“What?”
“Go down on all fours, like the naughty puppy bitch you are, and beg…”
Kelly snorted with laughter. Emily grinned. The men goggled.
“I won’t do anything of the sort! Give it to me! Right now!”
Thomasina put out her hand. It looked like Kim was holding the remote behind her back. Suddenly Thomasina cried out, and doubled up.
“No, please…”
She fell to her knees.
“Wow,” exclaimed Kim, “and I only turned it half way. Okay, relax. It’s back on the lowest now.”
Thomasina was almost sobbing.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have worn it. But really, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, darling, don’t apologise. I’m so glad you did!”
“If I were you, Thomasina, I’d do what Kim tells you,” said Emily. “She doesn’t joke around.”
“No, I don’t. I've told Hilda not to come out of the kitchen with Caroline until at least eight-thirty. That gives us nearly an hour. Emily? Why don’t you close the door, and we’ll have a little fun with our new puppy.”
Emily quietly closed the door.
Kim produced the remote from behind her back.
“Hmm… It actually goes up to six! I wonder….”
“Please…” whimpered Thomasina.
“All right. Maybe later. We’ll see. Now why don’t you crawl over here like a good little puppy-dog and I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. Come on…”
Thomasina was in turmoil, mentally and physically. She was furiously angry, she hated this smug, superior Kim woman, but also hopelessly aroused by the situation. Her anger fought against her sexuality, but it hand no chance. The pervert in her was yearning to be humiliated in front of everyone, yes, yearning to be dominated by the bitch she hated so much, so they would all see what a horny, submissive slut she really was. The mere thought of Emily’s posh, respectable guests, comfortably seated, sipping their wine, watching as she abased herself in her latex suit - watching and knowing she had a little dil-do pulsing away in her oozing pussy - was almost enough by itself to bring her to orgasm. Frustratingly, it was as if Kim somehow understood this perfectly. So, conflicted as she was, after no more than a moment’s hesitation, she gave in to her deepest instincts, and crawled over to Kim on all fours, like a dog awaiting instructions from its mistress…
“What’s up with Thomasina?” asked Emily.
“I don’t know. Maybe she’s just drunk too much wine…” responded Hilda.
They waited for her to return. After five minutes Caroline said she would go and see. She went out, made her way to the bathroom, and knocked softly at the door.
“Thommie?”
There was a faint groan from within. “Caroline?”
“Yeah. What’s up? You okay?”
“Yeah.” She didn’t want Caroline to find out. Knowing her, she’d be delighted. “Can you ask Emily to come here?”
“Okay…”
She took off her gloves and splashed water on her burning cheeks. It didn’t help. She slid one hand between her legs. She could feel the vibrations through her fingers.
Caroline returned to the living room.
“She wants to talk to you, Emily.”
Thomasina quickly admitted Emily to the bathroom. She looked flushed and distressed, and was holding onto the counter.
“Whatever’s the matter, Thomasina?”
Thomasina hesitated. But there was nothing else for it. She had to explain.
“Look, it’s like this. This suit that Cynthia gave me… Well… It’s an Invader! Yes, it has a built-in, you know…”
Emily’s eyes lit up. “A dil-do?” She gave a short laugh. “You naughty, naughty girl! And you wore it to my party? Gosh… That was brave of you!”
“I told you… Aah… I wasn’t intending to…” She groaned. “If it doesn’t stop…”
“Ooh… You must be in a state…” Emily couldn’t hide her delight.
“Somehow it turned itself on. I think it’s only on the lowest setting, but even so… I was trying to turn it off when I dropped the remote down the side of the sofa. Then I couldn’t reach it. Please…”
“You want me to retrieve it and switch it off, right? You little sexpot. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t…”
“What?”
“It would be fun watching you. Imagine… The party will probably go on till midnight. You have nothing else to wear…” She giggled.
Thomasina frowned. “Then I’ll just go home. Say I don’t feel well.”
“No you won’t.”
“What do you mean? I can go get a cab…”
“I won’t allow it.”
“How will you stop me?”
In answer, Emily took out her phone, scrolled through her pictures, and held it up for Thomasina to see. It was a video.
“This is the video Coco took of you in the forest. You remember. Sorry, I didn’t tell you. When I met them on their way back they told me everything, and shared the video.” She grinned. “It’s quite a performance. I’ve told them to keep it secret, unless I give them permission…”
“You wouldn’t!”
“It’s a shame to keep it to ourselves. One text to Coco, or Roxanne, or Octavia…”
“No! Emily, please…”
She was horrified, but also strangely excited. Those three girls, the Posh Triplets, and now Emily too… They had all been watching her masturbatory adventure in the forest… They all knew… She had thought Emily was a true friend... But now...
“Then indulge me for this evening. Come on, try to stay cool, and we’ll try to find your controller.”
“Thank you…”
Her leather belt was having the effect of tautening the crotch seam of her suit and forcing the dil-do deeper in, so she took it off, and they returned together. As they passed the kitchen Thomasina saw Hilda and Caroline preparing dinner. Caroline came up.
“Are you okay, Thommie?”
“Oh, yes, fine now. I just felt a bit queasy, but I’m better now.”
“Oh, good. I’m going to help Hilda make dinner.”
“Great! See you in a while…”
They entered the living room. Kim was sitting by the door, with a smug smile on her face. Thomasina stood nervously by while Emily went over to the sofa. Bobby was purring away relentlessly inside her. It felt as though it was rotating slightly as well, exploring every part. She gulped. She couldn’t take much more. Emily removed the cushion and prised the seat base aside..
“You won’t find it.”
“Sorry, Kim?”
“I’ve got it. I saw her trying to retrieve something. I’ve got it here.”
Thomasina approached her. “Can I have it, Kim?”
“Maybe…”
“Please…”
“Wouldn’t you like me to check out the other settings?”
“No! Come on, Kim…”
“If you want it, get down and beg.”
“What?”
“Go down on all fours, like the naughty puppy bitch you are, and beg…”
Kelly snorted with laughter. Emily grinned. The men goggled.
“I won’t do anything of the sort! Give it to me! Right now!”
Thomasina put out her hand. It looked like Kim was holding the remote behind her back. Suddenly Thomasina cried out, and doubled up.
“No, please…”
She fell to her knees.
“Wow,” exclaimed Kim, “and I only turned it half way. Okay, relax. It’s back on the lowest now.”
Thomasina was almost sobbing.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have worn it. But really, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, darling, don’t apologise. I’m so glad you did!”
“If I were you, Thomasina, I’d do what Kim tells you,” said Emily. “She doesn’t joke around.”
“No, I don’t. I've told Hilda not to come out of the kitchen with Caroline until at least eight-thirty. That gives us nearly an hour. Emily? Why don’t you close the door, and we’ll have a little fun with our new puppy.”
Emily quietly closed the door.
Kim produced the remote from behind her back.
“Hmm… It actually goes up to six! I wonder….”
“Please…” whimpered Thomasina.
“All right. Maybe later. We’ll see. Now why don’t you crawl over here like a good little puppy-dog and I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. Come on…”
Thomasina was in turmoil, mentally and physically. She was furiously angry, she hated this smug, superior Kim woman, but also hopelessly aroused by the situation. Her anger fought against her sexuality, but it hand no chance. The pervert in her was yearning to be humiliated in front of everyone, yes, yearning to be dominated by the bitch she hated so much, so they would all see what a horny, submissive slut she really was. The mere thought of Emily’s posh, respectable guests, comfortably seated, sipping their wine, watching as she abased herself in her latex suit - watching and knowing she had a little dil-do pulsing away in her oozing pussy - was almost enough by itself to bring her to orgasm. Frustratingly, it was as if Kim somehow understood this perfectly. So, conflicted as she was, after no more than a moment’s hesitation, she gave in to her deepest instincts, and crawled over to Kim on all fours, like a dog awaiting instructions from its mistress…
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on January 04, 2026, 12:59:03 PM »
Chapter 309.
She was going to tease them for a minute, then sit down. But before than minute had expired, she felt her nipples beginning to stiffen and tingle. She took a deep breath. Her audience seemed fascinated. Stefan was looking directly at her breasts. Maybe he could even see her nipples pushing against the thin latex! Was he getting an erection? Oh god, suppose he was… She shifted her position slightly, closing her thighs, and as she did so the front seam slipped between her labia, making her gasp. She knew what that meant. Bobby dil-do was holding her open, and the juices were… No, she daren’t think about it. She bit her lip. It must have looked like she was acting the slut, but the truth was she was feeling so horny she was merely trying to distract herself. She looked across at Emily and Hilda. They were staring too. Roger as well. Caroline was smiling knowingly. She really shouldn’t be doing this… But after a few more minutes, her arousal had quite overcome any remaining modesty. All she could think about was all the eyes feasting on her body, what it must look like in its clinging latex skin, the unseen dil-do probing her secret place…how hot it made her feel. It was so exciting, it was impossible to stop. She did a few little turns, ostensibly for the spectators, but mainly for herself, as even the slightest movement was intensely pleasurable. She saw with satisfaction that Stefan was leaning forward, flushed, gripping his knees. His partner had noticed, and had now turned her head and was glaring at him. She took it up a notch, strutting and gyrating slowly like a stripper, all the while watching him out of the corner of her eye. There was now a definite bulge in his jeans. But at that moment Kelly intervened.
“That’s enough!” she snapped. “We get the picture. Let’s take a break, shall we?” She turned to Stefan. “Why don’t you refill everyone’s glasses? Go on.”
“Yes, darling…”
He got awkwardly to his feet and went to the kitchen to get another bottle from the fridge. Kelly followed him. They could hear Kelly scolding him, trying not to be overheard, but failing. Emily and Hilda grinned.
“You’re such a naughty girl, Thomasina,” remarked Emily. “Much worse than I realised. Go and sit down and let’s have one more drink before dinner.”
Thomasina breathed deeply as she made her way back to the sofa. It was probably just as well. She had been getting to the point of no return. Goodness knows what might have happened! She resumed her seat next to Caroline. But as she did so, she somehow squashed her purse against the arm. Immediately Bobby sprang into life, making her gasp with surprise.
“Oh my god…!”
She quickly covered her mouth. Everyone was looking at her. Kim was sitting alone now on the other long sofa.
“Are you okay?” she asked, frowning.
“Oh… Yes… Totally… It’s nothing…”
She couldn’t very well tell her there was a dil-do buzzing away in her pussy. As soon as she looked away, she unzipped her purse and felt for the remote. Her hand was shaking. She pulled it out, holding it by her side so no-one would see. Watching the others, she fumbled with it, trying to turn it off without anyone seeing. But it slipped from her fingers, and disappeared down the gap between the sofa and the cushion. Desperately she tried to retrieve it. She located the smooth plastic with her fingertips, but in shifting her seat so she could get hold of it she inadvertently opened the gap between the frame and the seating base – and it was gone! She began to panic. The colour was rising in her cheeks. Kim was looking at her oddly. She had to get out of there.
“Just going to the loo…” she gasped, jumping up and running out of the room.
She was going to tease them for a minute, then sit down. But before than minute had expired, she felt her nipples beginning to stiffen and tingle. She took a deep breath. Her audience seemed fascinated. Stefan was looking directly at her breasts. Maybe he could even see her nipples pushing against the thin latex! Was he getting an erection? Oh god, suppose he was… She shifted her position slightly, closing her thighs, and as she did so the front seam slipped between her labia, making her gasp. She knew what that meant. Bobby dil-do was holding her open, and the juices were… No, she daren’t think about it. She bit her lip. It must have looked like she was acting the slut, but the truth was she was feeling so horny she was merely trying to distract herself. She looked across at Emily and Hilda. They were staring too. Roger as well. Caroline was smiling knowingly. She really shouldn’t be doing this… But after a few more minutes, her arousal had quite overcome any remaining modesty. All she could think about was all the eyes feasting on her body, what it must look like in its clinging latex skin, the unseen dil-do probing her secret place…how hot it made her feel. It was so exciting, it was impossible to stop. She did a few little turns, ostensibly for the spectators, but mainly for herself, as even the slightest movement was intensely pleasurable. She saw with satisfaction that Stefan was leaning forward, flushed, gripping his knees. His partner had noticed, and had now turned her head and was glaring at him. She took it up a notch, strutting and gyrating slowly like a stripper, all the while watching him out of the corner of her eye. There was now a definite bulge in his jeans. But at that moment Kelly intervened.
“That’s enough!” she snapped. “We get the picture. Let’s take a break, shall we?” She turned to Stefan. “Why don’t you refill everyone’s glasses? Go on.”
“Yes, darling…”
He got awkwardly to his feet and went to the kitchen to get another bottle from the fridge. Kelly followed him. They could hear Kelly scolding him, trying not to be overheard, but failing. Emily and Hilda grinned.
“You’re such a naughty girl, Thomasina,” remarked Emily. “Much worse than I realised. Go and sit down and let’s have one more drink before dinner.”
Thomasina breathed deeply as she made her way back to the sofa. It was probably just as well. She had been getting to the point of no return. Goodness knows what might have happened! She resumed her seat next to Caroline. But as she did so, she somehow squashed her purse against the arm. Immediately Bobby sprang into life, making her gasp with surprise.
“Oh my god…!”
She quickly covered her mouth. Everyone was looking at her. Kim was sitting alone now on the other long sofa.
“Are you okay?” she asked, frowning.
“Oh… Yes… Totally… It’s nothing…”
She couldn’t very well tell her there was a dil-do buzzing away in her pussy. As soon as she looked away, she unzipped her purse and felt for the remote. Her hand was shaking. She pulled it out, holding it by her side so no-one would see. Watching the others, she fumbled with it, trying to turn it off without anyone seeing. But it slipped from her fingers, and disappeared down the gap between the sofa and the cushion. Desperately she tried to retrieve it. She located the smooth plastic with her fingertips, but in shifting her seat so she could get hold of it she inadvertently opened the gap between the frame and the seating base – and it was gone! She began to panic. The colour was rising in her cheeks. Kim was looking at her oddly. She had to get out of there.
“Just going to the loo…” she gasped, jumping up and running out of the room.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on January 04, 2026, 09:28:53 AM »
Chapter 308.
The application of makeup seemed to have stimulated interest in her even further. As she took a seat on one of the sofas next to Caroline, the conversation lapsed, and she knew that all eyes must be on her. Kim had sat down next to Kelly, and they were whispering together, while Roger was sitting on Caroline’s left. Emily and her “housemate” sat on a smaller sofa, holding hands. He leant forward.
“So, Thomasina… Emily mentioned you ride at Pitt’s Wood.”
“That’s right.” She smiled at Roger, consciously focussing on him and keeping her eyes averted from the rest of the room.
“Kim and I went there for lunch one day last year. The countryside’s so beautiful and unspoilt round there. I suppose there’s loads of tracks to ride through the woods.”
“Oh, yes. That’s where we rode last week. That’s where Emily and I first made personal contact.”
“She says you’re an ace horsewoman…”
“Flattery, pure flattery…”
“You know it’s not,” laughed Emily. “You have a perfect seat” – here she glanced mischievously at Stefan – “and great empathy with your mounts. I could see that in the first few minutes.”
“That’s not all she could see,” giggled Hilda. “Was it, Em?”
“Hilda… Shush…”
“Oh? What else, then?” asked Roger, interested.
Emily glared at Hilda, and drew her hand away. Hilda tossed her head.
“It’s no secret. I mean, everyone at the Centre knows about it. She wore a latex catsuit – like the one she’s wearing now, but bright pink! And nothing else!”
Roger stared at her with delight.
“Did you, Thomasina?”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Stefan stiffen, and sit up. She might have guessed this would happen. But she was not going to appear intimidated.
“Yes. So what? It’s no big deal. It’s not as outré as you might think. It’s regarded as a practical option in bad weather.”
“Oh, I see… And was the weather bad…? I seem to recollect Wednesday was rather a fine day…”
Thomasina was getting irritated.
“Does the thought turn you on, then?” she blurted – and immediately wished she hadn’t.
“Well, you have to admit… I mean, it’s quite sexy…”
Stefan nodded in agreement. Kelly slapped his leg again.
“It is, though,” piped up Kim. “You need to have such a good figure. Thomasina, why don’t you stand up and show us? Maybe take off that jacket…”
There was a murmur of assent from the men. Thomasina’s face clouded for a moment. That Kim woman… It was some sort of dare. She glared at her, and got
a simpering, superior smile in return, as if to say, “you don’t dare, do you. You know you’d only make a fool of yourself”. She was goading her. Well, her partner seemed keen on the idea, to judge by the expression on his face. And she knew Stefan’s eyes would be falling out. It would be worth it to see their partners’ discomfort. Also… Bobby dil-do was making his presence felt. The sofa cushion was bouncy, and every time she moved he probed her in a different way… She felt nervous, but arousal was eroding her reticence.
“Is that actually what you want, Kim? If you’re so desperate…fine.”
She realised later it had been a stupid thing to do. Not only had she allowed herself to be manipulated, but she had exposed her vanity as well as her sexuality. But at the time…
She stood up, slipped off her jacket, strode over to the window, where she was right in front of Stefan, Kelly and Kim, and, stood there, hands on hips, so they could all get a good eyeful…
The application of makeup seemed to have stimulated interest in her even further. As she took a seat on one of the sofas next to Caroline, the conversation lapsed, and she knew that all eyes must be on her. Kim had sat down next to Kelly, and they were whispering together, while Roger was sitting on Caroline’s left. Emily and her “housemate” sat on a smaller sofa, holding hands. He leant forward.
“So, Thomasina… Emily mentioned you ride at Pitt’s Wood.”
“That’s right.” She smiled at Roger, consciously focussing on him and keeping her eyes averted from the rest of the room.
“Kim and I went there for lunch one day last year. The countryside’s so beautiful and unspoilt round there. I suppose there’s loads of tracks to ride through the woods.”
“Oh, yes. That’s where we rode last week. That’s where Emily and I first made personal contact.”
“She says you’re an ace horsewoman…”
“Flattery, pure flattery…”
“You know it’s not,” laughed Emily. “You have a perfect seat” – here she glanced mischievously at Stefan – “and great empathy with your mounts. I could see that in the first few minutes.”
“That’s not all she could see,” giggled Hilda. “Was it, Em?”
“Hilda… Shush…”
“Oh? What else, then?” asked Roger, interested.
Emily glared at Hilda, and drew her hand away. Hilda tossed her head.
“It’s no secret. I mean, everyone at the Centre knows about it. She wore a latex catsuit – like the one she’s wearing now, but bright pink! And nothing else!”
Roger stared at her with delight.
“Did you, Thomasina?”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Stefan stiffen, and sit up. She might have guessed this would happen. But she was not going to appear intimidated.
“Yes. So what? It’s no big deal. It’s not as outré as you might think. It’s regarded as a practical option in bad weather.”
“Oh, I see… And was the weather bad…? I seem to recollect Wednesday was rather a fine day…”
Thomasina was getting irritated.
“Does the thought turn you on, then?” she blurted – and immediately wished she hadn’t.
“Well, you have to admit… I mean, it’s quite sexy…”
Stefan nodded in agreement. Kelly slapped his leg again.
“It is, though,” piped up Kim. “You need to have such a good figure. Thomasina, why don’t you stand up and show us? Maybe take off that jacket…”
There was a murmur of assent from the men. Thomasina’s face clouded for a moment. That Kim woman… It was some sort of dare. She glared at her, and got
a simpering, superior smile in return, as if to say, “you don’t dare, do you. You know you’d only make a fool of yourself”. She was goading her. Well, her partner seemed keen on the idea, to judge by the expression on his face. And she knew Stefan’s eyes would be falling out. It would be worth it to see their partners’ discomfort. Also… Bobby dil-do was making his presence felt. The sofa cushion was bouncy, and every time she moved he probed her in a different way… She felt nervous, but arousal was eroding her reticence.
“Is that actually what you want, Kim? If you’re so desperate…fine.”
She realised later it had been a stupid thing to do. Not only had she allowed herself to be manipulated, but she had exposed her vanity as well as her sexuality. But at the time…
She stood up, slipped off her jacket, strode over to the window, where she was right in front of Stefan, Kelly and Kim, and, stood there, hands on hips, so they could all get a good eyeful…
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on January 04, 2026, 04:48:14 AM »
Chapter 307.
In the bathroom Thomasina sifted through Emily’s makeup. It was good quality. She applied a little mascara, a touch of eye shadow, and then checked the lip gloss. Bright red! And she had lip-liner. She rarely used any makeup, so she spent a while getting it just right. Might as well take the opportunity to look a bit glamorous.
While she was absent, the other couple, Roger and Kim, arrived, the guy in a suit and tie, the woman in a filmy green dress. Caroline was introduced. She observed that everyone knew each other well, and began exchanging private jokes which she didn’t understand. Kim seemed to take a shine to her – probably thought she was younger than she really was. That was a frequent problem. She sat down next to her and put her arm around Caroline’s shoulders.
“That’s a big glass of wine for a little girl…”
“Actually, Kim, I’m nearly eighteen. You don’t look so grown up yourself. Isn’t that a kid’s party dress?”
“Touché!” cried Roger, with a laugh.
Kim, momentarily silenced, turned her attention to Stefan.
“Penny for them, Stef… You look a bit distracted…”
“Wait till you see Caroline’s friend,” laughed Kelly. “Then you’ll see why.”
“Why? Is she Supergirl or something?”
Kelly laughed again. “Pretty much, yeah!”
“Ooh… I can’t wait. Is she like one of your pin-ups, Stef?”
“They’re not pin-ups! Those are sci-fi posters!”
“Yeah, right.”
Caroline was looking puzzled. Hilda explained.
“Our Stef here, he’s into computer games, sci-fi ones with heroines with big tits and form-fitting outfits. It’s a bit of a fetish, yes, Kelly?”
Stefan was frowning. Kelly made the most of his confusion.
“A bit? No, it’s more than that. He has posters of these women plastered all over the walls of his office. The computer games are just an excuse. What did I catch you looking at online the other day? That was latex that girl was wearing, wasn’t it?”
“Kelly, shut up… They’re just cartoons…”
“No they’re not!”
“Well, AI anyway…”
“They look real to me. They might as well be real.”
“That’s because you don’t understand…”
“Oh, I understand you perfectly, darling… Shh. Here she comes…”
Thomasina returned. With the lipstick and other makeup she looked even more dazzling. Emily took her arm.
“Thomasina, these are my friends Kim and Roger. Guys, meet Thomasina.”
“Ah, now I see…” said Kim, knowingly, taking Thomasina’s hand.
“You see…?”
“Stefan was just saying how attractive you were…”
Stefan blushed. “I was not! Really, Thomasina, I said nothing of the sort! You’re such a stirrer, Kim…”
“No, it’s true, he didn’t. I was only joking. Anyway, he only fancies women with huge tits, don’t you Stefan?”
Stefan retreated into silent impotent fury. Thomasina, a little puzzled, looked at Emily for an explanation.
“It’s all right. Don’t take it seriously. We were just having a little joke at his expense.”
“Yes, my Stefan’s has very particular tastes in women, don’t you dear? Poor boy!”
And she gave him what looked like a hard pinch in the ribs.
“Ow…!”
In the bathroom Thomasina sifted through Emily’s makeup. It was good quality. She applied a little mascara, a touch of eye shadow, and then checked the lip gloss. Bright red! And she had lip-liner. She rarely used any makeup, so she spent a while getting it just right. Might as well take the opportunity to look a bit glamorous.
While she was absent, the other couple, Roger and Kim, arrived, the guy in a suit and tie, the woman in a filmy green dress. Caroline was introduced. She observed that everyone knew each other well, and began exchanging private jokes which she didn’t understand. Kim seemed to take a shine to her – probably thought she was younger than she really was. That was a frequent problem. She sat down next to her and put her arm around Caroline’s shoulders.
“That’s a big glass of wine for a little girl…”
“Actually, Kim, I’m nearly eighteen. You don’t look so grown up yourself. Isn’t that a kid’s party dress?”
“Touché!” cried Roger, with a laugh.
Kim, momentarily silenced, turned her attention to Stefan.
“Penny for them, Stef… You look a bit distracted…”
“Wait till you see Caroline’s friend,” laughed Kelly. “Then you’ll see why.”
“Why? Is she Supergirl or something?”
Kelly laughed again. “Pretty much, yeah!”
“Ooh… I can’t wait. Is she like one of your pin-ups, Stef?”
“They’re not pin-ups! Those are sci-fi posters!”
“Yeah, right.”
Caroline was looking puzzled. Hilda explained.
“Our Stef here, he’s into computer games, sci-fi ones with heroines with big tits and form-fitting outfits. It’s a bit of a fetish, yes, Kelly?”
Stefan was frowning. Kelly made the most of his confusion.
“A bit? No, it’s more than that. He has posters of these women plastered all over the walls of his office. The computer games are just an excuse. What did I catch you looking at online the other day? That was latex that girl was wearing, wasn’t it?”
“Kelly, shut up… They’re just cartoons…”
“No they’re not!”
“Well, AI anyway…”
“They look real to me. They might as well be real.”
“That’s because you don’t understand…”
“Oh, I understand you perfectly, darling… Shh. Here she comes…”
Thomasina returned. With the lipstick and other makeup she looked even more dazzling. Emily took her arm.
“Thomasina, these are my friends Kim and Roger. Guys, meet Thomasina.”
“Ah, now I see…” said Kim, knowingly, taking Thomasina’s hand.
“You see…?”
“Stefan was just saying how attractive you were…”
Stefan blushed. “I was not! Really, Thomasina, I said nothing of the sort! You’re such a stirrer, Kim…”
“No, it’s true, he didn’t. I was only joking. Anyway, he only fancies women with huge tits, don’t you Stefan?”
Stefan retreated into silent impotent fury. Thomasina, a little puzzled, looked at Emily for an explanation.
“It’s all right. Don’t take it seriously. We were just having a little joke at his expense.”
“Yes, my Stefan’s has very particular tastes in women, don’t you dear? Poor boy!”
And she gave him what looked like a hard pinch in the ribs.
“Ow…!”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on January 04, 2026, 04:40:47 AM »
Chapter 306.
Thomasina stood there helplessly for a moment. If only mum would come back now, she thought, I could get in. But Caroline was tugging at her arm, and Emily beckoning from the car.
“Come on, Thomasina, the guests will be arriving soon.”
“But I haven’t even done my makeup…”
“You can use mine. Come on.”
She climbed into the back seat. The thought of having to make polite conversation with a bunch of strangers, dressed as she was, with Bobby – that was what she had named the dil-do – with Bobby inside her, made her shiver with trepidation.
“Will there be a lot of guests?”
“Oh, no. Less than I’d hoped. Just two couples, and me and Hilda.”
Oh! Only six people. That wasn’t so bad.
“Hilda?”
“My housemate. You’ll like her. She’s good fun. Then there’s Kim and Roger and Kelly and Stefan. They’re all sort of late twenties. Cool guys. I’m sure you’ll get on.”
So no old farts, she noted. She needn’t have worried. Actually, it had the potential to be quite interesting. She no longer felt intimidated. On the contrary, she could give her new catsuit a test run – see what sort of reactions she got. She began to feel quite excited.
Emily Laidlaw lived in a modern detached house, one of about a dozen in a newly-built estate off the main Bath road. Not to Thomasina’s taste, but as Emily explained, she and Hilda had clubbed together to put down a deposit because at the time is was the best option, and they got a discount for making an early commitment.
“I think we’ll move, maybe next year. We want somewhere more rural, where we can have some space for horses.”
She parked and they headed for the front door. It opened while Emily was looking for her key. A rather striking woman appeared in the doorway, wearing a glamorous blue dress and clutching a large glass of wine.
“You’ve arrived! Welcome!” A big smile. A faintly Germanic accent. “You are Thomasina, and this is Caroline. Yes? Emily has told me all about you. I am Hilda. Come in, girls.”
They filed into the house.
“So, you are wearing the new catsuit, Thomasina! We were hoping you would.”
“I wasn’t going to… It happened sort of by accident…”
“Well, I think it was a good accident…”
She showed them into a large, well-lit living room, where a couple were seated on the sofa, chatting and smiling. They rose to greet the new arrivals. The woman’s smile broadened as they were introduced; she even giggled. But the man’s smile faded and for a few seconds he just gaped.
“Stefan, Kelly… This is Thomasina, and this is Caroline. Girls, meet Stefan and Kelly.”
Stefan largely recovered his composure, but stammered as he took Thomasina’s hand.
“N-nice to meet you…”
The girls were seated and offered wine, which they accepted.
“So you know Emily from riding?” began Kelly.
“Yes… I don’t know Emily well,” began Thomasina. “I mean I’ve seen her around the riding centre for ages, but we only really got acquainted properly a few days ago. Caroline and I went to ride, and I joined Emily’s group…”
“Yes, she told us. You caused a bit of a stir, I understand.”
“I can see why…” murmured Stefan, looking slightly too intently at her catsuit.
Kelly gave him a playful slap on the leg. “Behave yourself, Stefan. Honestly…”
“Don’t be too hard on him, Kelly. He’s still only a kid,” joked Emily.
“Tell me about it. All he’s interested in is computer games, football, and…” She gave an involuntary snort of laughter, and added, “typical teenager!”
Thomasina was conscious of her lack of makeup.
“Emily? Could borrow your makeup, then? Sorry to ask.”
“Oh, no probs. Sorry, I forgot. Here, I’ll get my bag and show you the bathroom. It’s just out here, Caroline, if you need it. Second door on the left.”
Thomasina stood there helplessly for a moment. If only mum would come back now, she thought, I could get in. But Caroline was tugging at her arm, and Emily beckoning from the car.
“Come on, Thomasina, the guests will be arriving soon.”
“But I haven’t even done my makeup…”
“You can use mine. Come on.”
She climbed into the back seat. The thought of having to make polite conversation with a bunch of strangers, dressed as she was, with Bobby – that was what she had named the dil-do – with Bobby inside her, made her shiver with trepidation.
“Will there be a lot of guests?”
“Oh, no. Less than I’d hoped. Just two couples, and me and Hilda.”
Oh! Only six people. That wasn’t so bad.
“Hilda?”
“My housemate. You’ll like her. She’s good fun. Then there’s Kim and Roger and Kelly and Stefan. They’re all sort of late twenties. Cool guys. I’m sure you’ll get on.”
So no old farts, she noted. She needn’t have worried. Actually, it had the potential to be quite interesting. She no longer felt intimidated. On the contrary, she could give her new catsuit a test run – see what sort of reactions she got. She began to feel quite excited.
Emily Laidlaw lived in a modern detached house, one of about a dozen in a newly-built estate off the main Bath road. Not to Thomasina’s taste, but as Emily explained, she and Hilda had clubbed together to put down a deposit because at the time is was the best option, and they got a discount for making an early commitment.
“I think we’ll move, maybe next year. We want somewhere more rural, where we can have some space for horses.”
She parked and they headed for the front door. It opened while Emily was looking for her key. A rather striking woman appeared in the doorway, wearing a glamorous blue dress and clutching a large glass of wine.
“You’ve arrived! Welcome!” A big smile. A faintly Germanic accent. “You are Thomasina, and this is Caroline. Yes? Emily has told me all about you. I am Hilda. Come in, girls.”
They filed into the house.
“So, you are wearing the new catsuit, Thomasina! We were hoping you would.”
“I wasn’t going to… It happened sort of by accident…”
“Well, I think it was a good accident…”
She showed them into a large, well-lit living room, where a couple were seated on the sofa, chatting and smiling. They rose to greet the new arrivals. The woman’s smile broadened as they were introduced; she even giggled. But the man’s smile faded and for a few seconds he just gaped.
“Stefan, Kelly… This is Thomasina, and this is Caroline. Girls, meet Stefan and Kelly.”
Stefan largely recovered his composure, but stammered as he took Thomasina’s hand.
“N-nice to meet you…”
The girls were seated and offered wine, which they accepted.
“So you know Emily from riding?” began Kelly.
“Yes… I don’t know Emily well,” began Thomasina. “I mean I’ve seen her around the riding centre for ages, but we only really got acquainted properly a few days ago. Caroline and I went to ride, and I joined Emily’s group…”
“Yes, she told us. You caused a bit of a stir, I understand.”
“I can see why…” murmured Stefan, looking slightly too intently at her catsuit.
Kelly gave him a playful slap on the leg. “Behave yourself, Stefan. Honestly…”
“Don’t be too hard on him, Kelly. He’s still only a kid,” joked Emily.
“Tell me about it. All he’s interested in is computer games, football, and…” She gave an involuntary snort of laughter, and added, “typical teenager!”
Thomasina was conscious of her lack of makeup.
“Emily? Could borrow your makeup, then? Sorry to ask.”
“Oh, no probs. Sorry, I forgot. Here, I’ll get my bag and show you the bathroom. It’s just out here, Caroline, if you need it. Second door on the left.”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Tiffany's Date
« Last post by BabyJay on January 03, 2026, 11:17:20 AM »
Great story. Pity it does not continue. it would have been nice to see His Mothers reaction and how long it took to remove his locking knickers. Hope she decided to keep him in nappies.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on January 02, 2026, 11:37:34 AM »
Chapter 305.
Thomasina had pretty much decided what she was going to wear to Emily Laidlaw’s party. It was a toss-up between a pretty cute little figure-hugging green dress she had chosen for her last birthday, and which she had never even worn, and her favourite jeans with ankle boots and either a shirt or jumper. She wasn’t sure what sort of a party it was going to be, but better to be under rather than over-dressed, so she was leaning towards the casual look. At school on Thursday Caroline was excited about the party.
“It’ll be nice to party with adults for a change. I’m pretty fed up with teenagers.”
“Despite the fact we are teenagers…”
“Yeah, Thommie. Cos so many of our friends are so stupid, and behave like kids when they’ve had a few drinks. We’re not like that, are we?”
“No. I guess we’re a bit more mature than the average. But adults can be pretty silly after a few. I went to a wedding last year. Some of the parents… Their kids were mortified…”
“I’m gonna wear my new skirt. It’s so cool. No-one I know’s got any latex stuff. Oh, ‘cept you, of course. Er, are you gonna…?”
“No, I’m not. I’ve got my jeans, and a cool jumper. Tight-fitting. Pretty sexy, actually…”
“Not as sexy as you-know-what. I got the impression your friend really wanted you to wear it on Saturday. Didn’t you?”
“Maybe. I was briefly tempted. But no, I don’t want to be stared at all evening by a bunch of middle-aged professional types.”
“Is that what you think they’ll be? I wouldn’t mind…”
“Dunno. But Miss Laidlaw seems pretty straight, so that’s my guess.”
“Maybe… I thought she was pretty cool, though…”
When she got home she found a box waiting for her on the hall table.
“That came today, dear. By courier.”
“Thanks, mum. Have Aunt Mary and Uncle Stephen arrived?”
“Not yet. Their flight was delayed. They’ll be here later.”
Lady Middiford’s sister and her husband were staying over the weekend, before driving up to Scotland for a holiday.
Thomasina took the parcel up to her bedroom. When she saw the sender was Fantastex her heart missed a beat. She hurriedly ripped it open. On top was a typed letter signed by Cynthia. Inside were three small sealed grey plastic bags. She read the letter.
“Dear Thomasina,
I hope you liked the new catsuit. We have a couple of other items ready for you now, if you’d care to pop in. Any time, I’m nearly always here except on Sundays. I forgot to give you a few things, so I’m sending them in case you need them for the weekend. I heard Emily talking about a party?
Lovely to see you again. Let’s meet soon.
Cynthia”
She opened the first packet. Something soft. A little belt-purse on a narrow leather thong. Cute! She unzipped it. Inside was a pair of short black glossy latex gloves! She tried one on. Of course, a perfect fit. The second packet. A tube of lube! She blushed. “Whatever can that be for,” she smiled. The third packet. Chunky. It contained two items. A sort of charger, with a plug, and transformer, and a silver jack-plug with a very fine sleeve; and a miniature remote control. She frowned. What was this for? She unfolded the instruction sheet, and read it through, still puzzled. Suddenly she gave a cry, and jumped up. She pulled open the bottom drawer in the chest and lifted out her new catsuit. She turned it upside down, and looked between the legs. That tiny steel ring set into the latex, which she had assumed was just an anchor for the dil-do, was in fact a charging port! The dil-do incorporated a vibrator!
She gasped, shivered and then suffered her first hot flush! She took a deep breath, plugged in the charger, and pushed home the jack-plug. She placed the suit carefully on the carpet, and read the instructions again. Four hours till it was fully charged. She examined the remote. Graduated from zero to six, with a four-position switch: black was off, then it was green for on, red for random, and amber for pulse! “Oh my god…” she breathed. “It’s bad enough just as it is. What must it feel like…?” She gulped. She was actually trembling. “What’s wrong with me? Why does the thought of this make me so fuc-king horny? I must relax… I can try it later… Let’s see, four hours… After nine, then…”
Lady Middiford’s sister rang at eight to say they’d be arriving in about half an hour, so the delayed dinner was kept hot. In the event it was nearer an hour, dinner wasn’t over till after ten, and then Thomasina was obliged to stay and chat till nearly midnight. It was too late for any experiments that day, so the catsuit was stowed away back in its drawer. After school, Thomasina was dismayed to discover Aunt Mary had treated them all to theatre tickets, so that was Friday evening written off as well. On the way to the theatre she had a call from Emily.
“Thomasina, hi. How are you? You are coming to the party?”
“Oh, yes, of course, Emily. Looking forward to it.”
“I’m picking up Caroline, then I’ll come and get you. About six-thirty? Is that okay? Don’t eat – there’ll be loads of food.”
“Great!”
“Have you decided what you’ll wear?”
“Well…”
“Caroline’s going to wear her new skirt. You should wear your new outfit.”
“Oh… I wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate… I’ll see…”
“Don’t be shy. My friends are all pretty cool…”
“Right… Well I’ll see you tomorrow…”
Caroline had been right. It really did seem like she wanted her to turn up in that catsuit. It seemed a bit odd. She felt uneasy about it. “I think I’ll have to disappoint her,” she thought.
She had arranged to ride with Caroline on Saturday morning. They had just returned, and unsaddled the horses, when who should turn up at Pitt’s Wood but her mother, Mary and Stephen!
“Darling, Mary and Stephen have decided to drive up tonight. It’s such a long journey and they have to do it in two stages, so they're going to stop in Carlisle. So they were hoping we could all spend the afternoon together.”
She couldn’t very well refuse. They went to a nature reserve, and at five they were still sitting in the café drinking tea.
“Look, I’ve got this party tonight. I’ll have to go.”
“Oh, we’ll come back too…” began Mary.
“No. I can hop on a bus. I’ll be home in twenty minutes. I’ll say goodbye here. Hope you have a lovely time in the mountains…”
She was home before five-thirty. She only had an hour. She had time…
She pulled out the catsuit and tested the remote. At the touch of a button the little dil-do jumped into life. She held it, trying the various settings. Her hands were shaking. “Omg… what is that going to feel like…”
She had to know. She’d waited too long already. She lubed the dil-do, and slipped on the suit, using a loop of string to zip up the back, then pressing the zip flat to lock it. She decided to go the whole hog. She tied her hair with a black ribbon, put on her black ankle boots, her belt, her belt purse, her leather jacket, and her new latex gloves. She stood in front of the mirror. She did look hot, all right. And she was already aroused, having been thinking of little else for two days. Taking a breath, she set the vibes to one and pressed on.
“Oh…my…god!”
She almost fainted with pleasure. She quickly turned it off. Then tried again – setting two this time. She gave an involuntary cry. No. No way. It was too much. Just once more. This was unbelievable! Especially watching her own reactions as she did it. She stood there for a while, experimenting.
“I have to get ready. What’s the time? Twenty past! Shit.”
There was a ring at the bell.
“Oh god, that’s not mum, is it?”
She peered out of the window. There was a car on the drive, and there was Caroline looking up at her window.
“Come on!” She beckoned to her. “Let’s go!”
She’d have to tell them to wait while she changed. She stuffed the remote into her purse, ran downstairs and threw open the door.
“Caroline, listen…”
“Yay! You’re wearing it! And I’m wearing my skirt!” She turned to the car. “Look Emily! She’s wearing it!”
Thomasina ran out and over to the car.
“Emily, Sorry. I was just trying it on. I need to change. Five minutes, okay?”
She turned. Caroline was closing the door.
“Caroline! No! I don’t have…” But it was too late. The door slammed. “…the keys…” she added, lamely.
Thomasina had pretty much decided what she was going to wear to Emily Laidlaw’s party. It was a toss-up between a pretty cute little figure-hugging green dress she had chosen for her last birthday, and which she had never even worn, and her favourite jeans with ankle boots and either a shirt or jumper. She wasn’t sure what sort of a party it was going to be, but better to be under rather than over-dressed, so she was leaning towards the casual look. At school on Thursday Caroline was excited about the party.
“It’ll be nice to party with adults for a change. I’m pretty fed up with teenagers.”
“Despite the fact we are teenagers…”
“Yeah, Thommie. Cos so many of our friends are so stupid, and behave like kids when they’ve had a few drinks. We’re not like that, are we?”
“No. I guess we’re a bit more mature than the average. But adults can be pretty silly after a few. I went to a wedding last year. Some of the parents… Their kids were mortified…”
“I’m gonna wear my new skirt. It’s so cool. No-one I know’s got any latex stuff. Oh, ‘cept you, of course. Er, are you gonna…?”
“No, I’m not. I’ve got my jeans, and a cool jumper. Tight-fitting. Pretty sexy, actually…”
“Not as sexy as you-know-what. I got the impression your friend really wanted you to wear it on Saturday. Didn’t you?”
“Maybe. I was briefly tempted. But no, I don’t want to be stared at all evening by a bunch of middle-aged professional types.”
“Is that what you think they’ll be? I wouldn’t mind…”
“Dunno. But Miss Laidlaw seems pretty straight, so that’s my guess.”
“Maybe… I thought she was pretty cool, though…”
When she got home she found a box waiting for her on the hall table.
“That came today, dear. By courier.”
“Thanks, mum. Have Aunt Mary and Uncle Stephen arrived?”
“Not yet. Their flight was delayed. They’ll be here later.”
Lady Middiford’s sister and her husband were staying over the weekend, before driving up to Scotland for a holiday.
Thomasina took the parcel up to her bedroom. When she saw the sender was Fantastex her heart missed a beat. She hurriedly ripped it open. On top was a typed letter signed by Cynthia. Inside were three small sealed grey plastic bags. She read the letter.
“Dear Thomasina,
I hope you liked the new catsuit. We have a couple of other items ready for you now, if you’d care to pop in. Any time, I’m nearly always here except on Sundays. I forgot to give you a few things, so I’m sending them in case you need them for the weekend. I heard Emily talking about a party?
Lovely to see you again. Let’s meet soon.
Cynthia”
She opened the first packet. Something soft. A little belt-purse on a narrow leather thong. Cute! She unzipped it. Inside was a pair of short black glossy latex gloves! She tried one on. Of course, a perfect fit. The second packet. A tube of lube! She blushed. “Whatever can that be for,” she smiled. The third packet. Chunky. It contained two items. A sort of charger, with a plug, and transformer, and a silver jack-plug with a very fine sleeve; and a miniature remote control. She frowned. What was this for? She unfolded the instruction sheet, and read it through, still puzzled. Suddenly she gave a cry, and jumped up. She pulled open the bottom drawer in the chest and lifted out her new catsuit. She turned it upside down, and looked between the legs. That tiny steel ring set into the latex, which she had assumed was just an anchor for the dil-do, was in fact a charging port! The dil-do incorporated a vibrator!
She gasped, shivered and then suffered her first hot flush! She took a deep breath, plugged in the charger, and pushed home the jack-plug. She placed the suit carefully on the carpet, and read the instructions again. Four hours till it was fully charged. She examined the remote. Graduated from zero to six, with a four-position switch: black was off, then it was green for on, red for random, and amber for pulse! “Oh my god…” she breathed. “It’s bad enough just as it is. What must it feel like…?” She gulped. She was actually trembling. “What’s wrong with me? Why does the thought of this make me so fuc-king horny? I must relax… I can try it later… Let’s see, four hours… After nine, then…”
Lady Middiford’s sister rang at eight to say they’d be arriving in about half an hour, so the delayed dinner was kept hot. In the event it was nearer an hour, dinner wasn’t over till after ten, and then Thomasina was obliged to stay and chat till nearly midnight. It was too late for any experiments that day, so the catsuit was stowed away back in its drawer. After school, Thomasina was dismayed to discover Aunt Mary had treated them all to theatre tickets, so that was Friday evening written off as well. On the way to the theatre she had a call from Emily.
“Thomasina, hi. How are you? You are coming to the party?”
“Oh, yes, of course, Emily. Looking forward to it.”
“I’m picking up Caroline, then I’ll come and get you. About six-thirty? Is that okay? Don’t eat – there’ll be loads of food.”
“Great!”
“Have you decided what you’ll wear?”
“Well…”
“Caroline’s going to wear her new skirt. You should wear your new outfit.”
“Oh… I wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate… I’ll see…”
“Don’t be shy. My friends are all pretty cool…”
“Right… Well I’ll see you tomorrow…”
Caroline had been right. It really did seem like she wanted her to turn up in that catsuit. It seemed a bit odd. She felt uneasy about it. “I think I’ll have to disappoint her,” she thought.
She had arranged to ride with Caroline on Saturday morning. They had just returned, and unsaddled the horses, when who should turn up at Pitt’s Wood but her mother, Mary and Stephen!
“Darling, Mary and Stephen have decided to drive up tonight. It’s such a long journey and they have to do it in two stages, so they're going to stop in Carlisle. So they were hoping we could all spend the afternoon together.”
She couldn’t very well refuse. They went to a nature reserve, and at five they were still sitting in the café drinking tea.
“Look, I’ve got this party tonight. I’ll have to go.”
“Oh, we’ll come back too…” began Mary.
“No. I can hop on a bus. I’ll be home in twenty minutes. I’ll say goodbye here. Hope you have a lovely time in the mountains…”
She was home before five-thirty. She only had an hour. She had time…
She pulled out the catsuit and tested the remote. At the touch of a button the little dil-do jumped into life. She held it, trying the various settings. Her hands were shaking. “Omg… what is that going to feel like…”
She had to know. She’d waited too long already. She lubed the dil-do, and slipped on the suit, using a loop of string to zip up the back, then pressing the zip flat to lock it. She decided to go the whole hog. She tied her hair with a black ribbon, put on her black ankle boots, her belt, her belt purse, her leather jacket, and her new latex gloves. She stood in front of the mirror. She did look hot, all right. And she was already aroused, having been thinking of little else for two days. Taking a breath, she set the vibes to one and pressed on.
“Oh…my…god!”
She almost fainted with pleasure. She quickly turned it off. Then tried again – setting two this time. She gave an involuntary cry. No. No way. It was too much. Just once more. This was unbelievable! Especially watching her own reactions as she did it. She stood there for a while, experimenting.
“I have to get ready. What’s the time? Twenty past! Shit.”
There was a ring at the bell.
“Oh god, that’s not mum, is it?”
She peered out of the window. There was a car on the drive, and there was Caroline looking up at her window.
“Come on!” She beckoned to her. “Let’s go!”
She’d have to tell them to wait while she changed. She stuffed the remote into her purse, ran downstairs and threw open the door.
“Caroline, listen…”
“Yay! You’re wearing it! And I’m wearing my skirt!” She turned to the car. “Look Emily! She’s wearing it!”
Thomasina ran out and over to the car.
“Emily, Sorry. I was just trying it on. I need to change. Five minutes, okay?”
She turned. Caroline was closing the door.
“Caroline! No! I don’t have…” But it was too late. The door slammed. “…the keys…” she added, lamely.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on January 02, 2026, 08:36:33 AM »
Chapter 304.
The following Saturday Tim was back at ESDS headquarters. The day was split into three sessions: deportment till twelve, elocution from twelve thirty to three, and, what became his favourite discipline, food and drink, from three to five-thirty, with Margaret. Margaret was pretty laid back. That first day she had no intention of teaching him anything but the basic joy of eating and drinking. She whipped up a couple of easy pasta dishes, made a cheese soufflé, and rounded the meal off with an intense chocolate pudding topped with a blob of real custard. She also introduced him to a few white wines, from the dryest Chablis to the sweetest Sauternes. He had to be driven home by Serena, but he was hooked. The training then started picking up. On the Sunday…
But before that, there was something else happening on the Saturday that perhaps justifies interrupting the Tim-Mitzy narrative. Emily Laidlaw’s party. When Thomasina arrived home Wednesday evening, clad in her new Fantastex outfit, she opened the front door as quietly as she could. There was a car she didn’t recognise in the driveway. She was considering whether she should slip straight upstairs and change. Her mother had been cool about the pink catsuit, but this one? This was definitely far more provocative, even if no-one but the wearer could possibly know its secret… What was it about cream latex? The pink one had seemed to say, quite openly, “Look at me in bright pink latex. I’ve got a great body so I’m going to show it off and I don’t care what anyone thinks”. The cream one had a totally different aura. It professed to proclaim, in the way it encased the body, sealing it off from physical contact, and in its virginal colour, a firm and innocent chastity. But the true message wasn’t difficult to discern. “See my nipples? I’m so horny right now I could c-um on the spot. It shows, doesn’t it? Yes, take a good look, loser – that’s all you’re ever gonna get…”
She could hear the murmur of voices from the living room. She crept along the corridor and peeped in. Her mum…and Miss Poole! Her reticence evaporated. She was about to burst in, when she heard her name mentioned.
“Thomasina’s such a pretty girl, too. You must be so proud of her.”
“Oh, I am, Violet…”
“I wonder what Cynthia found for her. Something outrageous, I hope! She’s already put the cat amongst the pigeons this morning. When I left they were all gossiping about her.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. The lads are sharing photos, the lasses too, but now of course they want catsuits too. Except the disapproving ones, of course. Pure jealousy.”
“Oh, dear. I hope she hasn’t upset anyone…”
“Only those who deserve it, Edith. It was my idea, anyway. The idea was originally just to bring her out of herself. But now… You know what I’d really like?”
“What?”
“I’d really it if she could help out at ESDS occasionally. I think the boys would train harder just to please her. I have a feeling she’d enjoy it, too. She’d be idolised by them. Somehow I don’t think she’d mind that at all.”
“No, you’re probably right. She seems to love all the attention…”
This was too much. Thomasina pushed open the door and strode in.
“Mum! What exactly are you saying? That I’m some sort of attention-seeker?”
“Darling… Were you listening? Goodness! What a, er…unusual outfit…”
Miss Poole’s face lit up. “Thomasina! You look fabulous! I knew Cynthia would find something special. She’s surpassed herself…”
Under the gazes of the two women Thomasina hesitated, and blushed.
“You were saying?” continued Miss Poole. “About attention-seeking? That’s not what we were saying, you know. We never accused you of seeking attention. But the mere fact you came back today and wore your catsuit around the Centre and even went out for a hack… Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy all the interest even a teeny bit…?”
“Well, I…”
“Why shouldn’t you? You looked amazing this morning. And tonight…breathtaking…”
“You really do look quite…arresting, darling,” added Lady Middiford. You must admit. In pink you looked proud and confident. In that cream outfit….well…a little…seductive?”
Thomasina turned crimson. She had become used to the feeling of the firm little dil-do inside her, keeping her at a very pleasurable level of arousal. It suddenly came home to her that she was now also face to face with her mother in the domestic living-room.
“I’ll go and change, mummy…”
Miss Poole stopped her.
“No wait just a moment. Come closer, dear, and let me see it. My, it really suits you… Don’t you think so, Edith?”
“I must admit, Violet, she can really carry it off… Is that the sort of thing girls wear for clubbing these days?”
“Mum, if you saw what girls wear at clubs you’d have a heart attack. Some of them might as well be naked. I would never wear that sort of stuff. This is the polar opposite. Now I must go and change.” And she left the room.
Lady Middiford looked at Miss Poole.
“It’s not as simple as that, is it Violet? She’s showing nothing, but also showing everything.”
“Absolutely, Edith. She can have a lot of fun like that, while thinking what a good girl she is, n’est-ce pas?”
And they both dissolved in giggles.
The following Saturday Tim was back at ESDS headquarters. The day was split into three sessions: deportment till twelve, elocution from twelve thirty to three, and, what became his favourite discipline, food and drink, from three to five-thirty, with Margaret. Margaret was pretty laid back. That first day she had no intention of teaching him anything but the basic joy of eating and drinking. She whipped up a couple of easy pasta dishes, made a cheese soufflé, and rounded the meal off with an intense chocolate pudding topped with a blob of real custard. She also introduced him to a few white wines, from the dryest Chablis to the sweetest Sauternes. He had to be driven home by Serena, but he was hooked. The training then started picking up. On the Sunday…
But before that, there was something else happening on the Saturday that perhaps justifies interrupting the Tim-Mitzy narrative. Emily Laidlaw’s party. When Thomasina arrived home Wednesday evening, clad in her new Fantastex outfit, she opened the front door as quietly as she could. There was a car she didn’t recognise in the driveway. She was considering whether she should slip straight upstairs and change. Her mother had been cool about the pink catsuit, but this one? This was definitely far more provocative, even if no-one but the wearer could possibly know its secret… What was it about cream latex? The pink one had seemed to say, quite openly, “Look at me in bright pink latex. I’ve got a great body so I’m going to show it off and I don’t care what anyone thinks”. The cream one had a totally different aura. It professed to proclaim, in the way it encased the body, sealing it off from physical contact, and in its virginal colour, a firm and innocent chastity. But the true message wasn’t difficult to discern. “See my nipples? I’m so horny right now I could c-um on the spot. It shows, doesn’t it? Yes, take a good look, loser – that’s all you’re ever gonna get…”
She could hear the murmur of voices from the living room. She crept along the corridor and peeped in. Her mum…and Miss Poole! Her reticence evaporated. She was about to burst in, when she heard her name mentioned.
“Thomasina’s such a pretty girl, too. You must be so proud of her.”
“Oh, I am, Violet…”
“I wonder what Cynthia found for her. Something outrageous, I hope! She’s already put the cat amongst the pigeons this morning. When I left they were all gossiping about her.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. The lads are sharing photos, the lasses too, but now of course they want catsuits too. Except the disapproving ones, of course. Pure jealousy.”
“Oh, dear. I hope she hasn’t upset anyone…”
“Only those who deserve it, Edith. It was my idea, anyway. The idea was originally just to bring her out of herself. But now… You know what I’d really like?”
“What?”
“I’d really it if she could help out at ESDS occasionally. I think the boys would train harder just to please her. I have a feeling she’d enjoy it, too. She’d be idolised by them. Somehow I don’t think she’d mind that at all.”
“No, you’re probably right. She seems to love all the attention…”
This was too much. Thomasina pushed open the door and strode in.
“Mum! What exactly are you saying? That I’m some sort of attention-seeker?”
“Darling… Were you listening? Goodness! What a, er…unusual outfit…”
Miss Poole’s face lit up. “Thomasina! You look fabulous! I knew Cynthia would find something special. She’s surpassed herself…”
Under the gazes of the two women Thomasina hesitated, and blushed.
“You were saying?” continued Miss Poole. “About attention-seeking? That’s not what we were saying, you know. We never accused you of seeking attention. But the mere fact you came back today and wore your catsuit around the Centre and even went out for a hack… Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy all the interest even a teeny bit…?”
“Well, I…”
“Why shouldn’t you? You looked amazing this morning. And tonight…breathtaking…”
“You really do look quite…arresting, darling,” added Lady Middiford. You must admit. In pink you looked proud and confident. In that cream outfit….well…a little…seductive?”
Thomasina turned crimson. She had become used to the feeling of the firm little dil-do inside her, keeping her at a very pleasurable level of arousal. It suddenly came home to her that she was now also face to face with her mother in the domestic living-room.
“I’ll go and change, mummy…”
Miss Poole stopped her.
“No wait just a moment. Come closer, dear, and let me see it. My, it really suits you… Don’t you think so, Edith?”
“I must admit, Violet, she can really carry it off… Is that the sort of thing girls wear for clubbing these days?”
“Mum, if you saw what girls wear at clubs you’d have a heart attack. Some of them might as well be naked. I would never wear that sort of stuff. This is the polar opposite. Now I must go and change.” And she left the room.
Lady Middiford looked at Miss Poole.
“It’s not as simple as that, is it Violet? She’s showing nothing, but also showing everything.”
“Absolutely, Edith. She can have a lot of fun like that, while thinking what a good girl she is, n’est-ce pas?”
And they both dissolved in giggles.
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