A Series of Letters to a Fashion House

[billykins]

15.
Jeanette’s diary, 24 March 2022

After yesterday’s rehearsals were over, Donna Mae was placed in the dubious custody of Pat.  He had been given a simple outfit to wear; a yellow gingham dress, short white socks and black patent Mary Janes.  She accompanied him to supper, plied him with wine and water, and adopted the guise of the attentive and concerned guardian to the best of her considerable ability.  I sat at table with them.
“Donna Mae, darling.  You were so amazing today!  I really think you’re a natural.  I love how you change your personality depending what outfit you’re wearing.  Not many models are capable of that, even the professionals.”
“Really, Pat?  I wasn’t trying to do anything special, you know.  I was just being myself.  And to tell you the truth…”  (he lowered his voice) “…to tell you the truth, I was quite nervous…especially in that mini-skirt.  I really need a bra, you see.  It’s my nipples…”
“Oh, Donna Mae!  Your nipples are perfect.”
“Yes, but…”
“No buts, Donna.  They’re beautiful.  They should be seen.  But perhaps you’re talking about…a certain effect…”
“Yes, Pat.  That’s it.  I can’t help it.  And then I get shy, and I feel awkward, and I start losing concentration, and…”
“Donna Mae.  Do you trust me?”
“Oh, yes, Pat.  Completely.  Of course.”
“Jeanette knows I occasionally like to take a model under my wing…  The special ones…  The talented ones.”  She looked at me for confirmation.
“Oh, it’s true,” I said, with a valiant attempt at sincerity.  “She’s got a special talent herself, Donna Mae.  A talent for spotting talent.  If Pat gives you advice, follow it.  If she tells you to do something…anything…obey her.”
“Oh, I shall!  Pat, I’m in your hands entirely!”
“Good boy.  Well, I have a little secret.  Shall I show you?”
“Ooh, yes please…”
She rummaged in her handbag, and pulled out a little male chastity device.  A small one. Even I was slightly surprised, given what I had seen of Donna Mae’s…assets.  It was made of pink plastic, with a built-in lock, and the cage was curled like a cute little shell.  Donna Mae stared at it, not understanding.
“Can you guess what this is?”
“N-no…”
“It’s the solution to your problem.” 
She smiled.  Donna Mae flushed.
“M-my problem…?  You mean…?”
“Exactly.  You won’t have to worry about, you know, your problem, at all.  This little device will leave you free to concentrate on your performance.  What do you think?”
“I-I’m not sure…”
“Just try it.  See what you think.  Yes?  Come on, we’ll go to the bathroom and I’ll help you with it.”
“W-what, now?”
“No time like the present.  We need to see if it fits, in any case.”  She took a pair of surgical gloves out of her bag.  “Come on.  Won’t take a minute.  I’ve got some special cream which will help.” 
She held out her hand.  Donna Mae took it, reluctantly.  With a wink to me, she led him away, ignoring his tendency to hang back.

They were away for a good fifteen minutes.  When they reappeared, Pat was striding along with a triumphant smirk on her face, with Donna Mae trailing behind, walking with little steps.
“All done,” smiled Pat.  “That wasn’t too bad, was it, darling?”  She sat down.
Donna Mae stayed standing, biting his lip.
“It feels funny,” he said with a slight whimper.  “Sort of…numb…”
“Oh, that’s just the special cream I used.  Stop it getting big while I was handling it.  That’ll wear off in a few minutes.  Show auntie Jeanette.  Come on, lift up your dress.”
Donna Mae being reluctant to comply, Pat got up again, stood behind him, and lifted his skirt.  He was wearing little yellow stretch satin panties.  The only sign of his boyhood was a small but prominent protuberance.  Pat flicked it a couple of times with her finger, producing a brittle clicking sound, and making him flinch.
“There, sweetie.  Now it can’t get any bigger, can it?  Whatever happens to those little titties.”
Here she gave one of them a gentle squeeze.  Donna Mae gasped and doubled up.
“Ooh…  Pat!  Ow…!”
The little hard bud seemed to quiver and rear slightly under the taut satin.  He clutched at it, his eyes widening in distress.  Pat dropped his skirt and resumed her seat.  Donna Mae was breathing hard.
“Please, Pat, take it off.  I don’t think this is going to work…”
“You just need to get used to it, darling.”
“Get used to it?”
“Well you can’t model for us without it, can you?  Unless Dolores has other ideas.  Let’s give it a day or two…”
“A day or two?”
“At least.  I’ll try not to lose the key,” she smiled.  “What would you do then?”
“But…”
“Tomorrow I’ll introduce you to Amira and Terri.  You wouldn’t want to lose your self-control in front of them, now would you?”
“Why…?”
“You’ll see…”

[Dancer4Fun]

Billykins,
I love where your taking this. It's a long way from where my original track was heading.
I've been unable to comment for a while as I've been in and out of hospital a few times lately and had no access to the internet.
Please continue.
DonnaMae

[billykins]

Thanks, Donna Mae.  New episode coming up shortly.  I do hope your condition is improving, though, and you're soon home permanently.

[billykins]

16. 
Jeanette’s diary, 25 March 2022

Just four days until the Delicia Designs Fashion Show!  We’re all getting nervous, not least the models, though, as usual, Dolores and her assistants have everything under control.  I looked in on Donna Mae a couple of times during the night.  He seemed restless, tossing and turning.  And in the morning he confirmed he had slept badly.
“Good morning, Donna Mae!  How are you today?  Ready for some new outfits?”
“I-I didn’t sleep very well, Jeanette.  The sheets are very silky.  They feel funny against my breasts.  And then that…thing gets all tight, and…”
“Oh, poor boy!  But Donna Mae, you know it has to be, for the time being at least.  I know how your body reacts to all these lovely fabrics.  We can’t just let it behave as it wants, now can we?  Can you imagine how it would look on the catwalk if you had a great big…”
“Yes, yes, I know, Jeanette.  But does it have to be so small…?”
“Tell you what, I’ll talk to Dolores.  I’m sure there’s a way.”
“Thank you, Jeanette.”

I did talk to Dolores later that morning.  When I told her what Donna Mae had said, a mischievous smile spread over her face.
“Don’t worry, Jeanette.  Pat and I have it all worked out.  For the show itself, he’s definitely going to feel a lot more comfortable.”
“Oh, he is appearing in the show, then?”
“Darling!  Would I waste a talent like that?  Yes, it’s all decided.  His costume is in process of production already.”
“So what…?”
“Wait and see, Jeanette.  All I can say is, I think – I hope – he will be a memorable addition to the schedule.  And I hope he will play a pivotal” -  (here she sniggered) – “yes, that the word all right.  He should play a pivotal role in the climax.  Yes indeed!”   
“Sounds as though you have a plan.”
“A plan?  Yes.  An evil plan.  That’s right.  But until then, we need to coax and coddle him and make him feel special.  The girls will help.  They’re fully briefed.”
“The girls” were Terri and Amira, the nine-year-old daughters of Pat and Sam respectively.  You can probably imagine what a fun time they had at these events.  They also got to dress up and appear on the catwalk.  They were great favourites with the audiences.  I couldn’t imagine how they were going to react to Donna Mae.  But I needn’t have worried.

I headed backstage.  There was Donna Mae, clamped between Babs and Chelsie, looking a lot happier.  Sam was holding up a shimmering electric blue dress, sleeveless with a plain round collar, a very flared skirt and a belted waist. 
“You’re going to look fab in that, Donna,” enthused Babs, planting a violent kiss on his cheeks.  “Go get changed then.  I can’t wait to see you.”
Sam led him away, and in five minutes they were back, Donna Mae, walking gingerly in a pair of equally shiny blue heels.  Sam had even had time to add a perfunctory touch of makeup.  Chelsie squealed loudly.  Babs stared.  I got the impression her attraction to her boyfriend doubled or trebled when he was dressed up in girls’ clothes.
“You look…amazing!  Have you got…?  Yes!”
She had lifted up the front of Donna Mae’s dress to reveal a crinoline underskirt, making the skirt bounce lightly as he walked.  She lifted it a bit higher.
“Oh my god, Chelsie, look!  The whole shebang!”
Indeed, under the skirt Donna Mae was wearing shiny sheer stockings, and blue panties and suspender belt.  He blushed and smoothed the dress down, like a shy little girl.
“It’s quite fifties…or sixties…isn’t it?” offered Chelsie.
“Yes,” said Sam.  “That’s sort of the theme of this show.  You certainly look beautiful, Donna Mae.  Almost good enough to be in the show yourself!”
Pat had arrived.  “Almost?  I think he is.  But I know you don’t fancy the idea, do you Donna Mae?”
Donna Mae had been looked from Sam to Pat and back again.  Now he was blushing to the roots of his hair.
“No, he’s nervous, aren’t you, darling?” said Sam.  “Pity though.  It would add a bit of depth to proceedings.  I mean, there’s no-one between the nineteen and twenty-year-olds and the girls, is there?  But we can’t force you, can we?”
I could see Donna Mae was in a state of internal turmoil.  It wasn’t until that moment I understood the full extent of his shyness.  But now it was under siege from the prospect of turning his greatest fantasy into reality.
“Well…I…maybe…”
It was at this critical moment that Terri and Amira arrived on the scene, dressed identically in sparkling fairy dresses, with silver shoes, little coronets, and fairy wands.  They came galloping over and stopped dead in front of Donna Mae.  Terri stood there open-mouthed.  Amira stared admiringly.
“Are you…the new boy model mummy told me about?  You’re…beautiful…”
Donna Mae turned an even deeper shade of scarlet, and started stammering.
“I-I-I’m n-not r-really a…model.  I-I…”
“You should be,” said Chelsie, shortly, finding her voice.  “You should be in the pageant.  You’re prettier than some of them we’ve already got…”
“Yeah,” added Amira, turning to her friend, “what about that tall one with the big lips.  I swear she’s thirty…”
“Shush, girls!  Do not comment on the models, please.  Especially in front of our friends.”
“Sorry, Pat.  But…is…”
“Donna Mae.”
“Is Donna Mae going to be in the show?”
“Well he can be if he wants.  That’s right, isn’t it, Jeanette?”
“I’m sure.”
“What?  Doesn’t he want?”
All eyes turned towards Donna Mae.  His face showed a brief struggle.  But then…
“If you really wanted me to…”
“Of course we want you to, silly!”
“Yay” shouted the girls in unison.  And jumped on him, nearly knocking him off his heels.
“So that’s settled then,” said Pat, with a meaningful glance towards me and Sam.

[billykins]

17.
Entries from Jeanette’s diary, 26 – 27 March 2022

26 March
With the confirmation that Donna Mae will appear at the show, there have been little secret meetings between Dolores, Pat and Sam.  I know they’re planning something, but when I ask I get fobbed off with “wait and see, darling…” or “nothing…nothing at all, really…”  I don’t know why they won’t tell me what’s going on.  Perhaps they think I’m too close to Donna Mae.  I must admit since I met him I’ve grown very fond of him.  Such a sweet, kind boy.  Nevertheless, I don’t mind if they pay a trick or two on him.  He’s so cute when he gets embarrassed.

The girls seem to love him.  They go with him – I should say, lead him - everywhere.  And he’s becoming quite attached to them.  I even think Babs may be getting a bit jealous of them.  This morning he was with her at breakfast and they both arrived, all excited, and literally dragged him away to try on some new creation.  Babs objected, of course, but Amira simply stuck her nose in the air.
“Dolores wants him now.  She’s in charge here, you know, not you!”
Babs was speechless.  Then angry.  She went after them but I gather she was stopped by security at the entrance to the changing-rooms.  I saw him half an hour later in a little pink velvet hot pants outfit, with one girl on each knee!  Luckily she didn’t.  They seem to have him wound round their little fingers.  They’re definitely not as innocent as they appear.  But at least they seem to be doing wonders for his confidence.  I decided to have a word with him.
“Donna Mae.  Good morning.  I hope you’re looking after him, girls.”
“Oh, yes, Jeanette,” said Amira, with a little wink, “we’re looking after him all right.  Aren’t we, Donna?”
“Yes, Amira.  They are, Jeanette.  They have wonderful taste.  They’ve been suggesting all these outfits I could wear.”
“Including that one?”
“Yes.  Do you like it?  It’s not really my sort of thing, but Terri thinks I look really great in it.”
“You look fabulous, Donna,” said Terri.  “I wish we had the same outfits.  We could all be dressed the same then.  I think I’m going to ask my mum…”
Well, I was slightly taken aback, remembering how wary he had been of wearing juvenile stuff.  I mean, really!  Little tiny pink hot pants with a bib front, big buttons, and white lace trimming around the legs, white blouse, long white socks, and pink Mary Janes!
“I agree,” I lied.  “You look super,” and added, ironically, “you just need a big pink bow in your hair and…”
“Yes!” cried Amira.  “That’s a great idea!  Such a shame you don’t have curly blonde hair.  It would be perfect…”
“I’ll ask my mum.  She may be able to fix it….   Mum?  Can you come here a minute?”
Pat came over.  “Yes, darling?”
“We were just thinking…what if Donna Mae had lovely gold ringlets?  Imagine how he’d look, in this outfit, fr’instance…”
“Oh…yes…I see what you mean.  Actually, Dolores did suggest a hair makeover.  I’ll see what our stylist has to say, shall I?”
“Yes please!”
I knew for a fact the stylist would do exactly what she was told to do, no more and no less.  The idea Pat would consult her was laughable.  I began to suspect this was all part of the plan, along with the girls’ flattery and the increasingly juvenile clothing.

27 March
By five yesterday evening it was done.  His head was a mass of tumbling yellow ringlets.  On top of that, his eyebrows had been plucked, his lashes lengthened with mascara, and his lips painted a glossy pink.  Apparently my sarcastic remark about a bow had been taken at face value, as Pat told me she had ordered a nice large one on a clip for the show!
“Doesn’t he look so sweet!” she cooed, with a sort of girlish wriggle, most unlike her normal business-like demeanour.  “I could eat him all up!”
I looked at her.  “I hope not, dear…”
“Oh, you know what I mean…”
“What’s come over you. Pat?  And tell me, what exactly are you planning?”
“Oh, it’s just that, after all these years to tarting up young women, I think I’ve got a bit jaded.  Dealing with a boy like Donna Mae is so much more exciting.  I mean, it’s like there was a little girl inside all the time struggling to get out.  And now here she is!  It makes me all sort of stupid and melty inside.”
“But that’s not going to stop you…doing what, exactly?”
She resumed her usual efficient tone.  “Oh, no.  Of course not.  That’s the fun of it.  We’re going to send him out onto that catwalk to finish the show, and believe me, the audience is going to be gobsmacked.  All the big buyers will be there.  I know for a fact they get as bored as we do sometimes.  So we’re going to use Donna Mae to spice things up a bit.  Give them something to remember.  It’s all Dolores’s idea.  She’s so devious.  And then…”
“Then you’re going to discard him…”
“What?  Discard him?  You’re joking.  No, he’s staying, sweetie.  Like it or not,.  By hook or by crook – probably both.  He’s going to be the star of many shows, if Dolores has her way.  And she normally does.”
“I see.  And what is it that is going to “gobsmack” our clients, exactly?”
“Wait and see, darling.  I can’t tell you exactly.  Plans aren’t fully finalised yet.  But it’ll be worth seeing.  I’ll give you a clue.  Do you see what our team are doing at the end of the catwalk?”
“I had noticed they were working on something.  Something in the middle of the turning circle.”
“Yes.  It’s a turntable, dear.  A nice slow turntable.  And in the middle there’ll be a little hollow with a bar across it.  Like on a manhole cover.  Get the idea?”
“You’re going to…tether him there?”
“That’s right.  Like a sacrificial lamb.  And he’ll go slowly round and round, and round and round, as long as people want to stare at him…”
“That’s…really bad.  And what’s he going to be wearing?  Not those little girly hot pants, surely?”
“On no, Jeanette.  Not those.  Though they’re pretty cute, aren’t they?  No, those he can wear when he’s out and about.  Dolores has something special in mind for the big day.   I can’t say what.  I’m afraid you’ll have to wait and see…”

[billykins]

18.
Jeanette’s diary, 28 March; the day before the show.

A busy day.  Me, finalising arrangements for the clients, making sure all the media stuff was in place, sorting out tickets, checking dĂ©cor.  Pat and Sam dashing about all day, directing, ordering, shouting and adjusting.  Their assistants, seamstresses, makeup girls, hair stylists, working flat out.  Dolores, on the phone nearly all day, or doing the rounds, looking grim and slightly worried.  The girls, infected with the general chaos, running around screaming, being told off, and playing hide and seek with Donna Mae, still in his little hot pants outfit.
It was not until after six that Dolores felt things were sufficiently under control to turn her attention to her new recruit.  She came backstage.
“Where’s my boy?  Are, there you are.”  She stared at him, smiled, and shook her head.  “If you don’t turn a few heads, I don’t know what will.”
“Am I going to wear this, Dolores?” he asked, meekly.
“Oh, no, Donna Mae.  Not that.  Although you’d be a big enough hit if you did.  No.  Come along with Pat and I – oh, all right, girls, you can come too – and let’s have a quick dress rehearsal.”
Sam and I followed on, eager to know what Dolores had up her sleeve.
“Is it something special?” asked Terri.
“Not special.  Quite simple, actually.  Donna Mae is too pretty to spoil her looks with a lot of complicated fashion.  I just want her to look sweet.”
She led us to her personal changing room, which was huge, with nearly every yard of wall space either wardrobes or mirrors.  She went to one wardrobe, opened the door, and took out a hanger.  I was slightly surprised.  Nothing sexy, as I had suspected.  A pink smock, with a high ruffled collar, long ruffled sleeves and a very crisp, tent-like knee-length skirt which started at chest level and  opened up like a flower.  There was a line of darker pink smocking across the breast, in the form of tiny flowers.
“Now, I hope you like this, Donna Mae.  As you can see, it’s very plain really, apart from the ruffles at the neck, wrists and hem.  It’s lined with crinoline to make it bouncy – like you.  This is the hairbow – yes, it’s big and floppy – unlike you – and it’s on a nice long clip which will slide into your hair.  All you’ll need are some short lacy socks and your pink shoes.  You’ll look a treat.

I could see Donna Mae was slightly disappointed.  I think he’d been hoping for something sophisticated – even sexy.  True, it was really nothing more than a larger version of what a two-year-old may have worn in about 1950!  Yes, that was it.  With his big pink bow, his ringlets, and his little-girl footwear, he would look like an old-fashioned baby girl who’d been playing with her mummy’s makeup box!  Delightful, if not gob-smacking.  Anyway, the girls liked it, and helped him try it on.  It fitted perfectly, tight enough across the chest so that the bell-like skirt rose up and showed his panties if he bent forward.
“What panties will he be wearing?” asked Amira, with commendable foresight.
“Oh, we’ll sort that out tomorrow, dear,” said Dolores.  “And the other things.  For now I just wanted to check that it fitted.  So Donna Mae – what do you think?”
“Yeah…it’s fine.  Nice.  Er…” his voice dropped to a whisper.  “Jeanette said I might be able to…you know…get a larger…”
“Ah, yes.  Of course.  Don’t worry.  It’s all arranged.”
“A larger what?” said Terri.
“Nothing, dear,” said Pat, with a wink to Dolores.  Right.  Let’s go.  I’ve still got work to do.  Dolores, what time do you need him dressed?”
“Could you bring him here at nine, Pat?  Then you can attend to the girls afterwards.”
“No problem.  I bet you’re looking forward to getting into your new outfits, girls.”
“What are they like?” asked Donna Mae.
Amira laughed.  “Wait and see, little girl,” she said, cheekily.  “You’re in for a surprise!”

[billykins]

19.
Jeanette’s diary, 29 March; the Delicia Designs Fashion Show

How silly of me to imagine that’s all there was to it!  I should have known Dolores’s wicked side couldn’t resist such an opportunity.  I ran into Pat backstage just after breakfast. 
“Is he up?”
“Oh yes.  He’s with the nurse.”
“With the nurse?  Is he ill?  Has he hurt himself?”
“No, no.”  She laughed.  “Dolores’s orders.  Early morning enema.  Make sure he’s nice and clean…”
“Enema?  Why?”
“You’ll see.  Meet me back here in half an hour.”

When I returned Pat and Donna Mae were waiting.  Pat was holding Donna Mae’s hand.  He was very red in the face, and didn’t want to meet my gaze.
“Good morning, Donna Mae.  Are you ready to get dressed up for your big day?”
He grunted something and wriggled uncomfortably.  I pretended I didn’t notice his discomfiture.
“Let’s go then, shall we?”
We made our way to the big changing room.  The door was open.  Dolores was waiting.
“Good morning, ladies.  Good morning, Donna Mae.  You must be excited.  I bet you can’t wait to get into your new outfit.  You’re going to be such a hit, you wait and see.”
No reply.
“So, Donna Mae.  Today you’re going to be a good boy, aren’t you?  Aren’t you?”
He frowned.  “Yeah, s’pose.”
“And you’re going to do exactly what you’re told, aren’t you?”
No reply.
“Donna Mae?  Look at me.”  He reluctantly raised his eyes.  “Now you’re going to cooperate with me, young man.  I’ve got a lot riding on you.”
He gave a snort.
At once her tone became hard and threatening.  “Let me be quite clear.  You’ll do what you’re told when you’re told.  Or instead of being out on the catwalk in a pretty dress, you’ll be over Pat’s knee with your panties round your ankles.”
His eyes widened.  He stared at her.  She looked at him steadily, unsmiling.  All at once he seemed to comprehend his true position.
“No, I…I’ll do what I’m told…of course…Dolores.”
“Good.  That’s better.”  The smile returned.  “Pat?  Would you like to help him get undressed?  Everything, please.”
She seated herself and watched as he was divested of every shred of clothing, till he stood before her quite naked – except, of course, for the little plastic device.
“Okay.  You can take that off as well, Pat.  You brought the key, right?”
Pat obliged.
“That’s better.  Now, Donna Mae.  Do you know the meaning of the word “deportment”?”  She didn’t wait for a reply.  “It means the way you stand, the way you move.  And I’m sorry to say you still act more like a fourteen-year-old boy than a cute little girl.  You have a tendency to slouch.  What we need is a straight back and a bouncy walk.  So we’re going to have to take steps to adjust that.  And as we don’t have much time, we’re going to have to take a short-cut.”
She turned round and picked up something from the counter – a pink leather harness.
“Now this is very soft, and once it’s on it’ll feel quite comfortable.  Turn around, please.  It buckles at the back.”
The harness had a broad belt and narrower straps for the nether parts.  At the front, two straps converged into a plastic ring, pierced with two screw holes, just like the base ring of his chastity device.  From this ran a single strap which would pass between the legs and buttocks.  This ended in a steel flange which would slide and lock into the back buckle.  I noticed  it was pierced with a single hole, and I guessed its function at once.  Ignoring his whining, Dolores buckled it up at the back.
“Pat?  Could you do the honours, please?”
Deftly, Pat pushed his private parts through the ring. 
“Thank you.  Now please bend over a little, Donna Mae.  Hands on the counter.  That’s right.  Now I think this one should be about the right size.”
She selected a pink rubber dil-do from a box, no more than four inches long, slightly thicker at the end.  It had a smooth stalk, then transverse rings, and a pointed tip.  The base had a little silver button with a screwhole, which I imagined would fit into the hole in the strap.  Smearing it with some sort of lube from a tube, she began to work it gently into Donna Mae, twirling it as she pushed.  Donna Mae began to squirm, and make a little sound, a soft “oooooo…oooooo” sound, as it slowly but surely buried itself deeper inside.  Then suddenly it slipped right in, up to the hilt.
“Excellent,” said Dolores.  She fitted the strap over the button, produced a sort of flat screw from the box, and screwed it home with her fingers, finishing it with a miniature screwdriver.
“There.  Nice and secure.  Is that comfortable, Donna Mae?  It will put a spring in your step and improve your poise no end.”
She clipped the end into the back buckle, then adjusted the length so the strap disappeared between his buttocks, holding the dil-do firmly in place.
“Good.  Now, the panties.  Turn round.  Step in please.”
The presence of the dil-do seemed to have quite disarmed him.  He stepped into the panties without a murmur.  They were puffy, babyish panties - rubber satin, I believe -  with ruffles back and front and around the legs, and sprinkled with little red hearts.   But they had one unusual feature: at the crotch there was a thin rubber disc with two holes which aligned with those on the harness ring.  Dolores stretched it open and delicately fed his little willy and balls through.
“Don’t worry.  We’re not going to leave you like this.  See?”  She held up a new device.  It was made of transparent soft red plastic – like the stuff jelly shoes are made of.  It had a base ring with two silver screws sticking out, a little compartment for his balls, a rather narrow shaft, and a bulbous tip with a little hole at the end, and two tiny loops, one above the hole and one below.  It was smaller than the dil-do in his bottom, and definitely not large enough to permit a proper erection; and if he did get aroused I imagined his pen-is would be squeezed like a sausage into the bulge at the tip.  I have to admit to a little flutter of excitement at the thought of what that might feel like for him.  But Dolores was already screwing the three discs firmly together.  She tightened the screws and sat back in her chair to view her handiwork.
“There.  That feels okay, doesn’t it?  You’ve got much more room, and it’ll stay nice and straight.  You won’t be all curled up like before.”  She smiled and patted his cheek.  “If you can’t hide it, flaunt it!  Eh?  Shall we test it out, Pat?”
“Put the bell on first.  And the ring, maybe.”
“Of course!  Silly me.”  She delved in the box again, and picked out a tiny spherical silver bell on a spring ring, which she attached to the lower loop.  Then a plain ring, which she attached to the upper one.  “You’ll see what that’s for later.  Okay, the test.”
She picked up her phone, touched a couple of keys, and immediately we heard a muffled buzzing, and Donna Mae let out a little cry and started wriggling like a worm, clutching his bottom!  It really was very amusing, especially because, at the slightest movement, his pen-is bounced up and down, making his bell ring prettily in rhythm!  And when Dolores turned up the power, it vibrated until the bell vibrated with it, in a constant soft tinkle!
“Stand still, Donna Mae!  Control yourself.  This is an important test.  Behave, please.”
He did his best, rising up on tiptoes and biting his lip.
“I just want to check…  Ah, yes, there we go…”
I could see what she was looking at.  After a few seconds of continuous operation, the vibrating dil-do had begun to cause an erection, the head of his pen-is swelling inside its tube.
“Perfect.”  She turned it off.  “Pat and I both have the app, so beware, young man.  Behave, and we’ll use it sparingly.  Misbehave, and…”  She gave him a meaningful stare.  “Now, sit down and lets get your socks and shoes on.  Pretty white socks, your best pink Mary Janes, and…”
“What are those?”
“Nothing really.  Think of them as ankle bracelets.”
Dolores had buckled two narrow pink straps over his socks, and locked the buckles with two tiny padlocks.
“Now, before we put your dress on, you’re going to need these.”  She picked up to very odd-looking grey plastic items.  Imagine you took a length of plastic drainpipe and cut it in half longitudinally.  Then you cut it into two pieces, and attached them together at an angle of about one hundred degrees, to make a sort of concave elbow.  They had clearly been made for a purpose, but what that could be I couldn’t guess.  Even Pat didn’t know what this was about – I could tell by the puzzlement on her face.  Dolores was clearly enjoying herself, keeping us all – and especially Donna Mae - in suspense.
But I’ve come to the bottom of a page, so you’ll have to wait for the explanation!