Mitch

[Sandra B]

53.
Over the coming days, it was Mitch’s duty to ferry food and other items back and forth to room nine.  It was a difficult time for him.  Unable to gain any sexual satisfaction himself, he had to watch Meredith squirming and moaning under the unceasing ministrations of the milking apparatus.  On the occasions he witnessed one of Meredith’s explosive orgasms, the discomfort became almost intolerable.  His frustration was compounded by the fact that all three boys were spending the period living in at P & S.  It had seemed the obvious solution.  They shared a large room, their beds arranged in three of the corners, the door in the fourth.  It wouldn’t have been such a problem had it not been for the Meredith project.  Shirley wanted to increase his intake of sperm, so she made it clear she would be happy for the boys to generate as much as they could.  They were supplied with condoms, and a miniature fridge for storage.  She even suggested a small premium for each load.  The result was, that Sam and Jasper were at it half the night, driving Mitch mad. 

However, Meredith was definitely responding to treatment.  The recordings he was forced to listen to had been replaced.  Sam and Jasper didn’t know it, but each of them had a hidden microphone next to his bed, recording the intimacies of their nightly pastime.  Yulya enjoyed explaining to Meredith, as he was imbibing his daily milkshake one evening, that the boys he had been listening to all day had been in the process of contributing to it!   When he wasn’t strapped down, that is, during the night, he was dressed in panties and a short nightie, and given light makeup and a squirt of scent.  His reluctance lessened daily, and Yulya was always careful to offer him a choice of panties, lipstick and perfume, until he got used to choosing his own.
 
After a couple more days of therapy, Yulya noticed his resistance to being milked was also diminishing.  And soon, instead of fighting the machine, he rather seemed to relish its operation.  One day, before Yulya fitted him with his sissifier, he asked if the speed could be reduced slightly.  It seemed to her that he wanted to savour its sensations.  And when he discovered the pump could be programmed to operate randomly, he chose that option, as being more exciting.  He no longer objected to his evening bottle, but willingly turned his head for Yulya to connect him up.  And he clearly liked it when she told him that Sam or Jasper had made the greater contribution.  He even started asking for the addition of a little strawberry or banana syrup, and Yulya had to keep bottles to hand!

Then one night, Sam and Jasper were masturbating in unison, working each other up into a frenzy.  Mitch hated it when they did that.  He had to listen to every word of their obscene ramblings.  On this occasion, Jasper was fantasizing about Yulya.
“You know what I want?”  (gasp, moan)  “I want to look up her skirt, to see if she wears rubber panties as well!  Imagine…”
“Bet she does, mate,” (aah!)  “Know what?  Bet she wears…latex panties with a big dil-do inside her!”
“Two big dil-dos!  With vibrators!  That’s why she’s so….(ooh)…hot, all the time!”
“Imagine what a blow job from her would be like…”
“Know what?”  (ah…ah…ah)  “I’d rather have a blowjob from…Meredith!”
“Jasper, mate, you’re not serious…”
“No, it’s not…(gasp)…imagine that big idiot, down on his knees, begging to let him suc-k your prick…being your bitch…”
“He’s had plenty of practice, anyway.  Yulya told me…(aaah)…that he swallows our spunk every night like he can’t get enough…”
“Yeah.  I wanna see that.  But most of all, I want to feed him straight from my…oh, god, I’m c-umming!  Aaaah…..”

When this conversation was added to Meredith’s daily entertainment, Yulya sat by him to see what his reaction might be.  She had turned the volume up full, so she could just hear the recordings.  She wasn’t disappointed, and she was soon knocking at Shirley’s door.
“Miss Shirley!  I just play Meredith the tape, yes?  The one…”
“Yes, I know.  And?”
“Eyes get big.  Then big…”whooo”…and big, big orgasm!  You think…?”
“Interesting.  It's possible.  We may have turned the corner.  Tomorrow I think we’ll run a test.  Let me work it out…”

The test had to be very carefully choreographed.  First, Jasper was summoned to Shirley’s office.
“Jasper, have a seat.  I have to thank you for all your considerable efforts so far in respect of Meredith’s training.  I’m very grateful.  But I need to ask for your assistance in the next stage.”
“Anything I can do to help, miss.”
“Right.  Well, we have reached a point where we need to carry out an assessment of his progress.  Tomorrow he will have a day off from his usual routine.  He will go for lunch in the canteen at two – that’s a little later than usual – and we would like you to be there too.  Strike up a conversation.  He may do it himself.  If he seems amenable, ask him if he’d like to come and see your new playroom.  He may not agree.  But in case he does, we’ll set up room twelve with a bed and some toys and teddy bears and things and some soft rugs.  There’ll be a key in the door if you need to lock it.  We’ll dress you attractively, of course.  See if you can find out whether he’s beginning to get more interested in boys and less in girls.  Do it subtly, of course.  Sound him out, if you can.  You probably won't get much out of him, but the smallest thing may be of significance.  I trust you.  You're an intelligent boy.  You'd make a very good spy!”
“Do you think he’s changed then?”
“We just don’t know.  It’ll be up to you to find out what you can.  Will you do that for us?  There’ll be a bonus, of course.”
“I’d do it without a bonus, miss.  I think if you have…you know, adjusted his…er, interests, it would be so clever…”
“Good boy.  See Mandy about one tomorrow.  She’ll have everything ready.”

That evening, after Meredith had finished his milkshake, Yulya removed his sissifier and sat down beside him.
“Meredith.  You been very good boy.  Miss Shirley give you day off tomorrow.”
He looked at her, puzzled.
“Hear what I say?  Day off!  No milking, no milkshake.  Walk around, see gardens and everything.”
“Oh, okay.  But why…?”
“Reward for good behaviour.”
“Really, I’m fine.  I haven’t done anything.”
“And she found pretty dress for you.  I show you.”
She went to the changing room, and came back with a pink satin party dress – long sleeves with cuffs, round neck, sash and bow at the waist, short bouncy skirt.
“And you have matching panties, white stockings and black shiny Mary Janes!  Do you like?”
Meredith stared.  Apart from his night attire he had been deprived of any decent clothing for so long.  And this dress…he had never worn a dress, but the idea of it…somehow exciting…
“I guess….”
“Feel it.”
“It’s so smooth and silky…it is nice…”
“Wear tomorrow.  See if you like.”

The next day, Jasper was waiting outside Mandy’s office at one sharp.  She summoned him in.
“Good afternoon, Jasper.”
“Good afternoon, miss.”
“You know your mission.  I have your clothes here.  I’m going to get a coffee.  You can change here while I’m away.”
It was a simple outfit.  White blouse with puffed sleeves and a lace collar.  Long white socks and black patent leather shoes with silver buckles.  Red spandex hot pants – with bib and straps and big white buttons – with a ring-pull zip on the front.  No underclothes.
“Phew,” said Jasper to himself, once he had dressed.  “I look like a cross between Little Lord Fauntleroy and Red Riding Hood!   And these hot pants don’t exactly hide anything.  Well, if he has changed, this will be a good test of it, I guess.  Though I wish it were Mitch I was trying to seduce...”

[BabyJay]

Things really hotting up. Jasper seems very keen. Love the milking machine. Look forward to next chapters

[Sandra B]

54.
Mitch himself would probably have agreed.  He would have given anything to escape from his ECD.  He was tired, having not got a proper night’s sleep for days, frustrated, uncomfortable, and hence irritable.  And on top of all that, he was expected to be polite and sweet to all the visitors and “potentials” – of which there were many.  However much he liked his maid’s costume – and truth be told, he liked it quite a lot - he was tired of simpering, curtseying, “accidentally” flashing his ruffled panties, playing the shy little girl.  Nevertheless he knew he was an important part of the operation, and that, partly due to his own efforts, Shirley’s small stable was likely to grow significantly in the future.
It was Wednesday.  The hen party was in two days.  After lunch he approached Shirley.
“Miss?  You know I have the party on Friday?  When do you think I’ll be able to have this…thing taken off?”
“Soon, Mitchy, soon.”  Shirley had grown fond of Mitch, and sometimes called him “Mitchy” in this playful way.
“But it’s not fair.  The others, they get to wank themselves off all night.  It’s normal, isn’t it?  It’s very difficult…”
“You’ll be free to do what you want on Friday.  I mean, not on Friday in the day, oh no, but after the party.  Then I promise you, you won’t have to wear it for the rest of the summer.”
“Does my mum know I’ve been locked up like this since last week.”
“Of course.  I wouldn’t have done it without her permission.”
“And I get to go home Saturday?  I need Sunday to get ready for Devon.  And I’d like to see my mum.”
“Oh, you’ll see her tomorrow.  She’s dropping by to bring…something from home.”
“Something?  What?”
“Oh, nothing.  Just some clothes.”
“What clothes?”
“Well, actually, your Scout uniform.  I thought it would be the ideal thing for the party.”
“Really?  Cool.  I can show them all my badges.  Do you know how many I’ve got?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Twenty-two!  That’s more than anyone else in my troop!”
“Goodness!  That is a lot.   How did you possibly get all those?”
“It’s cos I worked really hard…and I’m good at lots of things, I guess…”
You certainly are, young man, thought Shirley.
“But you don’t have a cap, do you?”
“No.  Generally we don’t wear caps.”
“Well, I’ve ordered you one.  Sort of finish off the uniform.  And your mum’s bringing a spare Scout world badge I can sew on it.  I hope it arrives in time.”
“Oh, thank you, miss.  That’s really thoughtful of you.  I’ll be able to wear it when I go to camp, too.”
“Good idea.  Yes, I think you’re going to look very smart.”
“I hope so.  But my Scout trousers are getting old.  They’re too small for me now, really.  My mum was supposed to buy me some new ones three weeks ago, but she forgot.”
“Oh, yes, she told me.  But when I spoke to her on Monday she said she’d ordered some new ones.  She’s hoping they arrive in time for the party.”
“Oh, good.  Well I hope they do.  My old ones are disgusting.”
“Never mind.  I’m sure we’ll come up with a solution.  I might have something here…”
“Okay.  So what time does the party start?”
“One o’clock.  You’ll have lunch there.”
“Where is it?”
“The Derby Hotel in Stretford.”
“That’s pretty posh, isn’t it?”
“Posh, yes.  Teddy told me they’ll be waited on by uniformed maids.  Sure you wouldn’t want to help out?”
“No thanks, miss,” Mitch laughed.  “I’ll be glad to get out of this costume for a bit.”

[Sandra B]

55.
Whilst this conversation was going on, Jasper was in room twelve dressed in his hot pants outfit.  He checked the Pinocchio clock.  Pinocchio’s hand was on the two, and his nose had almost reached the twelve.  Time to go. 
Sure enough, there was Meredith in the canteen.  When Jasper saw what he was wearing, he did a double-take.  He could never have imagined Meredith in a dress!  Let alone such a pretty one.  He approached gingerly.  White stockings, too!  And he had been made up with peach lip gloss and mascara.  He almost looked, well, attractive!
“Oh, hi, er, Meredith…  Have I missed lunch?”
Meredith’s mouth dropped open.  But he recovered himself quickly.
“Er, n-no…I think they’re still serving…”
“That’s a very pretty dress…”
“Oh, er, yeah.  Your outfits pretty, er, cool, too.”
“I’m just going to get a sandwich.”
“Okay…”
As he returned from the counter, Jasper could see Meredith staring at his hot pants.  He was conscious that his pen-is was horribly visible under the clinging spandex, lying horizontally to the right.  The tightness of the fabric had aroused it slightly.  He blushed at the realisation of how he must look, and Meredith’s obvious interest.  He sat down opposite and began to eat, looking down at his plate.  Meredith had just finished his lunch.  Maybe he would leave now.  But he didn’t.
“Er, so how are you getting on?  I haven’t seen you for a bit.”
“Yeah, okay.  Not doing much.  You?”
“Yeah, fine.  Been doin’ some work with Yulya, that’s all.”
“Right.  She’s cute, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
There was an awkward pause.
“So…have you been, like, busy?” hazarded Meredith.
“Oh, so so.  Have to do some shoots in the playroom.  Stayin’ there at the moment.”
“Playroom?  Which room is that?”
“You know, room twelve.  Down the main corridor, turn left.”
“Oh.  Right.  Never seen that one.”
Jasper knew he should invite Meredith to see it, but he was getting nervous now.
“Haven’t you?”
“No.”
Another pause.
“Maybe…you could show me?”
“Er, well…”
“I’d really like to see it…”
I bet you would, thought Jasper, wryly.  But seriously, there was no getting out of this now.  If he blew it – oh, shit, the puns! – If he blew it now, Shirley wouldn’t forgive him.
“Okay.  I’ll show you.  Let’s go, then.”

They walked down the corridor together.  Jasper had the sense that Meredith would like to have held his hand.  He opened the door and showed him in.  The room was brightly lit.  The bed was along the right-hand wall.  Next to the head a giant teddy sat on top of a chest of drawers.
“Wow, it’s nice.  So many toys and things!”
It didn’t sound anything like the Meredith he had met a few days ago.
“Yeah…  Just props, that’s all.”
Another silence.
“I really do like your outfit.”  He touched Jasper’s flank.  “Shirley?”
“Mandy.”
“Are they spandex?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“They’re cute.  Love those big buttons…”  He moistened his lips.  “Y-you know what they did to me?”
“I heard something…”
“Is it true…you and Sam…?”
Jasper turned bright red.  “We had to.  We didn’t have no choice.”
“I didn’t mind.  And did you really say that thing…about me?”
“W-well, I-I may have said…I was, you know…you know how it is…”
“I don’t mind you called me an idiot,” he grinned.  Then he became serious again. “I would do that, you know…what you said.  If you wanted…”
“You would…?”
“Of course.  You’re very…attractive…”
Jasper was standing with the backs of his legs against the side of the bed.  By now he was fully erect.  His pen-is was straining at the spandex, and at its tip a little bead of clear fluid was oozing through the fabric.  Meredith dropped on one knee, as if he were about to propose.  Jasper held his ground.  There was no more pretence.  Though he felt too embarrassed to look at the kneeling youth, he reached down, pulled the ring of his zip down to the bottom, and eased his stiff boyhood out.  It was quivering, and a drop of juice descended lazily on a string from its tip.  Meredith leaned forward and caught it on his tongue.  Then he ran his tongue around the swollen head, and pushed his lips over it.
Jasper gave a gasp of pleasure, and moved forward a few inches, allowing Meredith to sit back on his haunches.  Meredith knew just what to do – after all, he had been practising for days.  He began to explore the younger boy’s twitching member, holding the shaft gently between his teeth and investigating the underside of the glans with the tip of his tongue.  His own pen-is was hard, stretching his new panties.  Soon Jasper’s juices were flowing freely into his mouth.  It felt so good!   He wanted to play it cool, but he was impatient to taste Jasper’s sperm.  He began to suc-k and lick urgently.  Jasper grabbed him by the ears.  Meredith felt sharp fingernails pressing into his flesh.  He worked his tongue frantically.  Jasper gave a choking cry, and the next moment his hot sperm was pumping into Meredith’s mouth, almost faster than he could swallow.  Some burst from his lips and plopped onto the front of his dress, but he gulped down the rest.  And as he did so, he felt himself c-umming too, in waves of intense pleasure, flooding his new panties with hot stickiness.

As their orgasms subsided, Jasper felt his knees go weak.  He sat down on the bed, and then lay back, exhausted.  Meredith leant forward and rested his head on Jasper’s thighs, his friend’s slowly wilting prick in front of his eyes.  Both boys were overwhelmed by sexual relief.  They didn’t speak for some time.  Then Jasper began to chuckle.
“Wow…  Meredith…  that was just…incredible.  Though I wish you'd slowed down a bit..  It was over almost too quickly.”
“I’m sorry.  I couldn’t help it.  It’s your fault – you’re too sexy for your pants.”
“How are you?”
“Oh, I’m great.  When you came, I came too.”
“Really?  I was about to reciprocate…”
“You can if you want.”  He laughed.  “But I need to rest for an hour or two first.”
Jasper sat up.  “It was just as exciting as I imagined.  I never thought it would really happen though.”
“Am I still an idiot?”
“Yes – but a very sexy idiot.  No, course you’re not.  At this stuff, you’re a genius.”
“Thanks to P & S.”
“No.  A natural genius.”
“And you’re…”
“Yes?”
“So incredibly cute.  I thought I was going to faint when you walked into the canteen.  Those hot pants!  I mean…”
“Yeah.  You understand why I was feeling a bit self-conscious.  Anyway, I thought you liked girls?”
“I thought I did.  But I think maybe…”
“Yes?”
“Maybe I didn’t like them.  Not in that way, anyway.  Maybe I never liked them that much.  That was why I was behaving like I was towards them.”
“So you don’t think you’ve changed?”
“I’m not sure.  All I can say for certain is that I like you well enough.”
“Well, I’m a boy…”
“A boy and a half…”

[Sandra B]

56.
Jasper tucked his well-suc-ked sausage away and zipped up his hot pants.  Any tinge of embarrassment he felt at what had just happened was quickly ousted by a glow of self-satisfaction at his romantic conquest.  He had totally seduced Meredith, to the point where the older boy was happy, even honoured, to pay him the ultimate tribute!  His  pleasure had been made doubly sweet by the sight of him down on his knees before him, like his personal sex slave.  His orgasm had been the most intense he had ever experienced, and he was determined Meredith was going to serve him again, and soon.  But for now he needed to report to Shirley and Mandy.  He left Meredith wiping his dress with a tissue, and headed back to the offices.  The two of them were waiting in Shirley’s room.
“Jasper…”
“Miss…   It worked. He really went for it.  I think all that therapy…  I think it’s made a real difference.”
“So what happened?”
Jasper gave them a blow-by-blow account. 
“And he said that about girls?”
“Yes.  In those very words.”
“It sounds as though he was in the grip of passion.  I wouldn’t be surprised if he denies it now,” remarked Mandy.
“Well he can’t can he?  His teacher’s going to be happy, if this is a permanent adjustment.”
“What will happen, miss?  Will he leave now, or…”
“Leave?  I hope not.  He sounds as if he could be a very valuable addition to our staff,” said Shirley.
“Yes.  A perfect example of what P & S can achieve,” said Mandy.  “And we need to make sure he doesn’t revert to type…”
“Yes, Mandy.  But not only that…  I was thinking he could provide a useful distraction for our boys.  Keep their minds off girls, and keep them satisfied.  Do you agree, Jasper?”
“Oh, yes, miss.  He can certainly provide satisfaction…”
“Good.  Would you go and send him to me now, please?  We might as well settle matters right away.”
“Yes, miss.”
As Jasper left, Shirley picked up the phone. 
“Yulya?  The party in room twelve has finished.  Would you be so kind as to…?  Yes.  And bring it to me, please.  Thank you.”

Five minutes later Meredith presented himself  for interview.
“So, Meredith, I hear our training is producing results.  Keep it up and you’ll be able to return to school next year without all those problems hanging over you.”
“So Jasper told you?  What did he say?”
“Well, he said you treated him with great deference…  He was very satisfied with your, er, performance…  And it appears you confessed some modification of your attitude to girls…”
“He didn’t have no right to tell you that.  Whatever he said, it wasn’t like that.  Anyway, I’m done here.” 
“Oh, are you?  By the way, what’s that stain down the front of your lovely new dress?”
Meredith turned red, but didn’t answer directly.  “I’m going now.  Where are my things?  I’m finished here.”
“Not so fast, Meredith.  Look, here comes your nurse.  I’m sorry she doesn’t have her latex dress on any more.  But I think she has something else of interest to you…”
“Oh, yeah?  What?”
Yulya entered and handed Shirley her camera.  “The card’s in.  It’s ready to play.”
“Let’s all watch it together, shall we?  Here we go…”
The colour drained from Meredith’s face.  “You…you…videoed me?  How?”
“Remember the big teddy bear?  He saw everything…”
“Why…you…b…”
“Shh, Meredith.  I wouldn’t advise it.  Now, I’m sure this video could be of great interest to some of your male friends.  Don’t you?  Are you sure you want to leave us…?”
“I…I…you wouldn’t…”
“We need you, darling.  Please say you’ll stay.  You won’t regret it…  Don’t cry now.  Yulya will look after you.  And we’ve got some lovely new outfits for you…”
“Yulya, darling,” added Mandy.  “Would you be a love and take Meredith and change his dress for him?  There’s a gorgeous little girl’s smock in his wardrobe.  Yes, Meredith, you have your very own wardrobe now, with all sorts of lovely dresses and panties and even…even sweet little baby clothes, for when you feel in need of mothering…”
“Yes, you lucky boy.  But don’t worry.  You’ll still get your evening bottle, if you’re good.  Even though you’ve had a treat already today!”

[Sandra B]

57.
Shirley and Mandy could not have been more pleased with their success, and were already planning to install the milking machine in its own dedicated room, and refine the whole process.  Jasper was equally jubilant about the experiment.  In bed that night, he related the story of the day’s events to his friends.  Relishing their astonished stares, he described Meredith’s seduction in such detail, they both became aroused – and even a little jealous.  Mitch, being still in his ECD, was torn between listening and blocking his ears.  “Only tonight and one more night,” he told himself.  “Then I’ll have this thing off at last, and I can live a normal life again.”  And he turned over and shut his eyes tight and tried to think of other things.

On the Thursday morning his mum called with his rucksack.  To his annoyance, his new trousers hadn’t arrived yet.  But she said she was sure they would come Friday morning and she’d bring them over.
“I hope so mum.  Look at these old ones!  But my shirt looks nice.”
“Yes, dear, I ironed it specially.  And your scarf.  And Lucy polished your belt and your purse and even your belt buckle!  Wasn’t that nice?”
“Yeah.  Thanks.  I just hope my trousers arrive.  It’s very important I look smart for the party…”

In the afternoon a large package arrived by courier.  Shirley called Mandy into her office.
“They’ve come.  Shall we have a look?”
“Ooh, yes.  I can’t wait to see what she’s come up with this time…”
Shirley opened the box.  Inside there were three packages, two in plain paper, one in tissue.  She opened the plain paper ones first.  In one was a pair of trainers with mauve tops, yellow laces and yellow soles.  In the other, a mauve baseball cap with a yellow peak, and a pair of green knee-socks.  She had even thrown in a pair of Scout garters with double mauve tabs to keep them up.
“Oh, That Alison!  What would I do without her?  I have Scout badge for the cap.  I’ll sew it on tonight.  Then his uniform will be complete.  I think he’ll be pleased, don’t you?”
“He should be.  He’s going to look sensational!”
Finally, she took out the one wrapped in tissue and placed it on her desk.
“This is so exciting.”  She unfolded the issue, until there, before their eyes, lay his new party shorts - and a typed letter.
They were beautifully crafted, and incredibly smart, hipster style with short, but not too short, legs, in bright mauve latex, with fine, tight little yellow latex frills at each leg, to match his Scout neckerchief, so they would look just like part of the uniform.  They had belt loops, false side and back pockets, but no fly – just a plain front.  The latex was textured on the outside to look like fabric, and smooth and polished on the inside.
Shirley read the letter.   
“Dear Shirley –
I hope you will like these…  I hope he will!  I don’t know whether the modification will work as intended, and I hope the guide loops are in the correct places.  I’d better explain the technicalities.  The style is similar to the red ones we supplied before, with the addition of a built-in butt plug.   Let me explain the function of the plug.  You will see it has a stalk about the width of a pencil, and it swells into a smooth tapered end about the size of a large spring onion.  We kept the overall length to less than ten centimetres – it is not intended to be uncomfortable, only to provide the vibrator effect – though it’s not normally a vibration, only a steady, gentle pulsing.  It is powered by a single AAA rechargeable cell which is accessed by unscrewing the end.  It is fully charged at present, and you will find a charger in one of the packages.  But because the pulsing effect is very subtle, a single charge should last all day.  Now, you will see that the seam, which runs  from waist to waist via the crotch, becomes internally slightly raised between the base of the plug and the front of the waist.  And you will see three small latex loops welded to it, one in the crotch, one a little higher, (each of these about two centimetres wide), and a third, like a hood, probably five centimetres wide and narrow towards the top, about half way up the tummy.  These are designed to hold the pen-is firmly in a vertical orientation.  The crotch loop should grip the base of the pen-is, behind the balls, so that they will present neatly to the front and lie symmetrically each side of the seam.  The second should grip the middle of the shaft, and the third, tapering, one is designed to contain the head should it be inclined to thrust inappropriately high up the tummy.
But this is the clever bit.  The front section of the seam is raised because it contains the finest capillary tube.  This is filled with hydraulic fluid, which is connected to a small reservoir inside the plug.  This means the pulse is carried through the seam to any parts immediately adjacent to it.  If the loops work as intended, the raised seam should be in close contact with the underside of the pen-is, and lay firmly against the sensitive cleft of the glans, transmitting the pulse directly to it.  There is also a little trick built in – what I call an emergency relief system.  Should the pressure of the fluid in the seam increase past a certain point – and this will usually only happen if the pen-is is becoming over-stimulated – the plug contains a sensor that will initiate a series of rapid, powerful vibrations, designed to trigger orgasm. 
Well, that’s the theory anyway, but you will appreciate this is a prototype, and until we run a few tests, we cannot be a hundred percent confident about its operation.  I am of course grateful for your agreeing to allow your trainee Mitch to participate in this experiment – and to him for agreeing to take part” – (here Shirley gave Mandy a broad wink) – “and I hope that, after the test, he will be able to give us a detailed account of any sensations he experienced, pleasurable or otherwise.  The pulse is activated as soon as the plug is inserted; you will see a steel ring between the two halves of the upper end, and a steel screw point at the tip for releasing the end to enable a charged cell to be fitted.  When inserted, the body of the wearer itself acts as a connection between these two points, completes the circuit, and thus initiates the pulse. 
I hope this is all reasonably clear.  Do let me know how things go, won’t you darling?  And of course, send me a photo of him once he’s all kitted out.  Will Anna be attending with her video camera?  I do hope so.  Her film, quite apart from any entertainment value, may also help us to evaluate the results of our little experiment.
All my love, Shirley dear.  And my grateful thanks to Mitch.”

“So she thinks Mitch is a willing volunteer,” smiled Mandy.  “You sly old thing…”
“Well, she assumed and I didn’t disabuse her.  In any case, he’ll protest, but in the end he will agree, just as he did with the red ones at the wedding.”
“You don’t think he may be a bit wary after that?”
“Don’t worry.  I’ll sell him on it.  He’s so proud of his badges.  And I’m going to get him changed after we get to the hotel - so it’ll be too late to back out.  In any case, Mandy, he’s our employee, and he has to do what we tell him to.”

[Sandra B]

58.
On the Friday morning Shirley departed for the hotel well ahead of Anna and Mitch.  She was intent on avoiding him until the time came to get him changed, after which she’d return to the office.  The first question Mitch asked that morning, as he was having his ECD removed by Mandy, was about his uniform.
“Miss?  Do you know if my mum dropped off my new trousers?”
“I don’t, dear.  There.  Does that feel better?”
“Yeah.  Yeah, at last.  I wish I didn’t have to go straight off to the party…”
“Never mind.  It’ll be fun.”
“But about my trousers…”
“Sorry, darling.  You’ll have to ask Shirley.”
“Where is she?  I haven’t seen her this morning.”
“She’s gone straight to the hotel.  She’ll meet you there.  Anna will drive you.”
“So she’s got my uniform, right?”
“That’s right.  She has it.”
“But you don’t know if…”
“I’m afraid not.  Now off you go.  Anna’s waiting in reception.”

It was just before twelve when Anna pulled into the hotel car park.  The Derby was quite an old-fashioned country establishment in terms of its decoration, etiquette and personnel.  But it was used to hosting some pretty wild events, always conducted in absolute privacy using the most discreet members of staff.  Two rather apparently straight-laced maids had been allocated to the party, one, Pippy, dark and rather young, the other, Susan, middle aged with greying hair.  When they arrived, Susan showed them into the party room that Edwina had chosen.  It was cosy, furnished with sofas, heavy curtains, and with a shaggy thick-pile carpet on the floor, which the manager had assured Edwina was quite waterproof and made of artificial fibres, and impervious to any foods or drinks which may be spilt on it.  There was a long dining table at one side of the room, a small raised stage at the other, with tasselled side-curtains, set up with a microphone and music equipment for karaoke or any spontaneous performances.  The ladies’ room door was in one corner, and it was here that Susan directed Mitch.

He found Shirley waiting for him in the spacious lobby.  She was holding two paper carrier bags.
“In here, Mitch.  Let’s get you dressed.”
“Did my mum…?”
“No questions right now.  Off with your clothes, please.  Put them on that chair.  Now, shirt first…”
“But what am I wearing…?”
“You’ll see.  I guarantee you’re going to be very pleased with all the nice stuff we’ve got you.  Oh, they’re going to love all these badges!  You’ll have to explain what each one is for.  I still can’t believe you’ve earned so many…”
“But…”
“No more buts…  Look at these socks!  They’ve even got garter tabs!”
“Oh.  I haven’t see any Scouts wearing those recently…”
“And what do you think of these?”
“Wow.  I’ve never seen trainers like that…  Wait a minute…  They match my necker, don’t they…?”
“Exactly.  Now,” she said, pulling on a pair of latex gloves, “off with your pants.  You’re going to love these…”
She took the little mauve and yellow rubber shorts out of their carrier.
“What…?  They’re not…  Miss, please…”
“No arguments.”  She had taken Mitch by surprise, and he had no time to think.  She knelt down.  “Step in.  That’s right.  Now the other foot.  Now…”
The cool, glossy surface of the rubber slid easily up his legs.  She had taken the precaution of smearing a little lube on the thin plug, and before he knew it, it was inside him.
“What?  No…  What’s that?”
“Nothing, dear.  Now hold the front down, so I can fix these.  Go on!”
He obediently held the waist down while she used both hands to open the bottom loop and snap it around the base of his pen-is.  Then she took the waistband from him, and rolled it up a few inches so she could pull it through the second loop.  That fitted firmly around the shaft, holding it vertical.  Finally, she rolled it fully up, making sure the head of the pen-is nestled comfortably in the upper hood.  She could just see the tip an inch or so beneath the small top opening.  While he stood there, helpless and bemused, she fussed with his shirt, tucking it in neatly all round.  Finally, she produced his tan leather Scout belt, threaded it through the belt loops, (not forgetting to attach his belt purse), and buckled the Scout buckle at the front.
She stood back.  “You look very smart, Mitch.  Now, you’d better put on your scarf.  The woggle’s in your purse.  Sit down here and I’ll put on your shoes.”
Slowly, Mitch rolled up his necker and secured it with his leather Scout woggle, while Shirley knelt and laced his trainers.  He was aware of having had a fast one pulled on him, but he couldn’t see any way out now.  She stood up.
“Here.  The final touch.  Your cap.  And I sewed a Scout badge onto it myself.  Well?  Put it on, then.  And stand up.”
She nodded with satisfaction.
“Miss…?”
“Yes?”
These shorts…they feel funny…”
“Funny?”
“Yeah,  Like…I dunno, I can feel like a sort of ticking sensation, like there’s a clock ticking inside them…”
“Oh, it’s nothing.  Now I need a quick piccy for the designer.  Smile…”  Mitch didn’t smile, but she took two or three snaps.  “Great.  Now I have to be off back to the office.  I have a meeting at one.”
“But…”
“Anna will take care of you.  Here.”  She took his hand, and led him out into the party room.  “Anna?  I have to leave.  Can you take things from here?”
“Of course, Madam.”
“Thank you.  Bye, Mitch.  Be a good boy, now.  Teddy will look after you…”
And she was gone.