Chapter 57. Tenterhooks.
As he was wheeled from behind the counter, and the bulge in his panties became evident to the company, a ripple of surprise and giggles ran round the room. Tina and Jennifer pushed him back into position at table fifteen. As they got him into place and Tina retracted the wheels, his erect member quivered slightly under the taut rubber, making Desdemona’s big eyes widen even more. It stood there proudly, a couple of feet from her face. She stared open-mouthed.
“How did he… What did you do to him…?”
“Nothing, Des,” replied Jennifer, “he did it all by himself, when we were applying the baby cream.”
“Ah…I see!”
“Gosh,” remarked Sadie, “I can see now why Rebecca likes him so much!” And they all laughed.
However, his acute embarrassment was having a mitigating effect, and whilst his cheeks were still burning with shame, his erection began slowly to subside.
“Oh,” said Freida, with a touch of regret, “I think it’s going bye-byes, isn’t it, baby?”
“Never mind,” said Jennifer, “I managed to get a record of it in its natural state.”
She passed round her phone, to the gasps of her friends. A few of the girls at adjoining tables were craning over, trying to see.
“Don’t let anyone else see, whatever you do. This is our personal ticket to our very own private amusement park.”
“How come?” asked Freida, watching the video.
“Show it to him,” said Jennifer. “Go on.”
Freida held up the phone for Philip to see. “And the photos.” His eyes expressed extreme alarm.
“So what do you think would happen, boy, if these were to get out?” asked Jennifer, addressing him directly. Philip shook his head fearfully. “Yes, that’s right, you would be the laughing-stock of the whole school. Up to now, your cuteness has seen you through all humiliations. But these….! And what do you think Rebecca would do? I’ll tell you. She’d dump you without a thought. How could she be seen to be going out with…with such a sissy? And we could tell her any story we liked. I think I would say…let me see….I would say, you fancied Des over there. I know you do fancy her, by the way. I can tell by the way you look at her. Rebecca probably suspects it, too. So I’d say you asked me to put your little willy in ribbons to impress her. Yes, that’s it. What do you think of that?”
Philip shook his head slowly, with pleading eyes.
“But there is an alternative. If you want us to keep these secret, then all you need to do is to humour us a little. Come and be our little playmate occasionally, amuse us, and these will stay between the five of us. Otherwise…” She looked at him threateningly. “Well?”
Philip nodded as eagerly as he could.
“Good. That’s settled then. We’ll discuss details later. Now girls…champagne?”
At the end of the evening, nearly every girl in the restaurant came and said goodbye to Philip on their way out, and thanked him for an entertaining evening – including Miss Waters, who was beginning to see him in a new light.
“Never mind, Philip,” she said, comfortingly, “it was a pity about the accident – I mean the ice-cream accident, not… But I think you’ve conducted yourself with great dignity this evening.” She allowed herself the tiniest smirk. “I love your cone, by the way. Maybe I should borrow it from Susanne sometime. I’m sure it would be a wonderful aid to discipline in my classroom, don’t you think? Perfect for recitations….”
The last to leave was Nikki. She gave Philip a smile and a little pinch in the ribs.
“See you Monday, little maid.”
Then she turned to Jennifer.
“What were you showing the others just now?”
“None of your beeswax, Nikki.”
“I’d like to see. I have some business with this boy.”
“Sorry, this is private.”
“I can see you have some sort of hold over him. I saw the expression on his face when you showed him whatever you have on your phone.”
“Maybe. So what?”
“Okay, well I appreciate you want to keep it to yourselves. But I have a little bet going on with Rebecca. And I need a bit of backup.” She bent over and whispered in Jennifer’s ear. There was a short, inaudible conversation. She stood up again. Jennifer was smiling.
“Okay, Nikki. Just this once.” She addressed Philip. “Your first duty. Next week, for the whole week, during school, you will do exactly as Nikki tells you. You will behave as if she is your mistress, understand? That means, no arguments, no objections. Absolute obedience. If not…then I will release one of the photos. In fact, I’ll send it to Margaret Mitchison in U.2. The biggest gossip in the school. It’ll be all over the school in an hour. Okay?”
Philip nodded furiously.
“Good. Only for next week. So you have five days, Nikki. After that, things go back to normal.”
“One will be enough,” said Nikki, “to make my point.”
After Nikki had gone, the others besieged Jennifer with questions. But she would only say, “I’ll tell you later.”
Eventually, Philip was wheeled back to where Tina and Susanne were sitting. His pacifier was removed, his cuffs released. He emerged from his bondage suitably cowed and subservient. The girls were delighted at the progress they had made. He showed no signs of resentment, only gratitude at being set free. He was allowed to sit with all of them, and have a couple of final drinks, before the party broke up. The girls left, Desdemona calling back, “Bye Philip, dear. Have a nice weekend. We’ll be in touch!” Shortly after, when he, Cat and Giselle had cleared and cleaned the tables, Tina and he said their goodbyes.
“See you tomorrow, Philip,” said Susanne. “Don’t be late!”
“No, miss. What will I be wearing?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I have a nice pink waitress uniform for you, just like Cat’s and Giselle’s. And I think for the purposes of Valentina’s, you should be called Philippa. Is that all right?”
“Yes, miss. Thank you.”
“I’ll make you a little nametag.”
On the drive home, Tina asked him whether he’d enjoyed his evening. He knew better than to tell the truth.
“Thank you, Tina, yes I did.”
“I’m sorry Susanne had to punish you. Try not to drop food on the customers tomorrow, won’t you?”
“I’ll make sure I don’t.”
“So what was going on there with the girls?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just that they were asking if I could hang out with them sometimes. But I guess I’ll be too busy at home.”
“Oh, really? That’s nice. I’ll talk to mum. I’m sure she’d be happy for you to spend time with them. She’s always saying she wishes you had more friends at school.”
Philip shivered. He didn’t want to think about what Jennifer may have meant by being their “little playmate”.
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