His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 123.

He followed them inside.  Nicole picked up the box.
“Let’s do it in your room,” said Clarissa.
Nicole laid out the contents of the box on the bed.  Bobby looked on, not without interest.
“Like it?”
“Oh, Bobby, what a pretty outfit!” exclaimed Clarissa.  “You really need to indulge your feminine side now and then.  Your aunt’s so clever!”
Bobby didn’t say anything, but ran his fingers over the leather skirt, and then gently touched the blouse.
“What’s this, auntie…?
He’d noticed the rubber harness, still in the box.
“I’ll show you.”
She pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, yanked off his towel, and made him step into it.  She turned him around, lubed the flower plug, and slipped it in.  She swivelled him back, stretched open the front aperture, and pulled everything through.  She picked up his chastity device.
“Now, let’s see if it fits, shall we?” said Nicole.  Now you’ll have to be contained, you understand, if you’re going to pull this off.  Bobby took half a step back, but Clarissa, standing behind him, arrested any further retreat.  He was soft from his bath, and it was a simple matter to pack everything neatly away.
“That’s a relief,” said Nicole, clicking home the slider.  “I was worried he might not fit in.”
“Lucky you didn’t try in the morning,” murmured Clarissa, with a wink.
“Really?  That’s a point.  Bobby, You’ll have to stay like that overnight.  Now it’s in I’m not risking taking it out again.  Don’t play with it, please.  I have the only release tool and it’s staying with me.  Now keep still while I make it nice and neat and tidy.”
She took out a thickish round sealed packet, opened it, and produced a heavy white circular sheath.  She stretched it open, and with an effort manged to slide it over the spherical device that contained his genitals.  The rolled lip snapped tightly around the base of his pen-is, so that could be seen was a shiny white ball, about the size of a tennis ball.  It quivered slightly, as if something inside was struggle to escape.
“There!  Perfect!  And completely inoffensive.  Now, put on your panties…  Go on!  Good.  That’s it.  Okay.  Now push your boy-ball through…  There.  Now let’s try on the skirt…  That’s it.  Perfect fit as well.”
“Cute skirt!” said Clarissa.  “And it just hides his, er, boy-ball, did you call it?”
“Boy-ball.  Yes.  Oh, Bobby, don’t blush!  Silly.  Let’s get the rest of the outfit on…”
The women fussed with his new clothes.  Once they were satisfied, they stood back to admire him.
“Sweet as a peach!” cried Clarissa.  When you’ve got your makeup on you’re going to have to be careful of the boys!”
“You don’t know Barbara and Kaiya,” said Nicole, in an undertone.  “He’ll need to be careful of them too.” 

The next morning, after showering, Bobby was dressed by Clarissa in his room.  Despite a certain amount of pressure in his boy-ball, he had learned not to mess with her, and cooperated whilst she fitted his harness and helped him into his outfit. 
“There.  I think you’ll do.  Mellie’s having her breakfast.  Let’s go and show her how you look.”

She ushered him into the kitchen.
“Taraa!”
MĂ©lisande goggled.  “Wow!  Mummy!  Bobby – you look beautiful!  That outfit’s so much nicer than what you wore at Pitt’s Wood!  I love it!”
She stared at the fine white puff-sleeved blouse, the stockings, and the bridal gloves.  They made a striking contrast with his shiny skirt and shoes.  She slipped out of her seat and ran over to admire him at close quarters.
“I love that blouse!  And the skirt!”  She stared, but the delight on her face began to fade.  “Mummy, why can’t I have an outfit like that?”
“Mellie – you have lots of lovely clothes, but you only wear them to parties.  Most of the time you live in your riding habit.”
“I know…but I don’t have anything like this.  The skirt’s really cool.  And it’s Sadie’s party next month…”
“All right, darling.  I can buy you a new skirt if that’s what you want.”
“A leather one, like this?”
“Maybe.  We’ll see.  Now look, Bobby’s friends are coming to collect him.  We only have an hour to do his hair and his makeup.  So…”
“Come on then!  I got out the makeup box Nicole left.  It’s on the table in the lounge.  Let’s do it!”

They decided to give him pigtails again – it would suit the slightly juvenile outfit.  Clarissa combed his hair back from a central parting – it was rather too curly but she used a bit of gel - and braided it into two short tails, which she tied of with shiny pink ribbons.
“There.  Now let’s follow the pink theme in his makeup.  If you’d like to give him a tiny bit of pink blusher, I’ll do his eye-shadow.  Look at this!  Pink with sparkles.  Don’t worry, Bobby, I won’t overdo it.  Then I’ll do your mascara.”
“Can I do one eye, mummy?  You can show me and I’ll copy what you do.”
Bobby looked at Clarissa and shook his head almost imperceptibly.
“Of course dear.  Tell you what, why don’t you do the eye-shadow and I’ll do the mascara.”
That way it’ll at least look symmetrical, she thought.
Clarissa painted his lips carefully with pink lip-gloss.  Nicole had even remembered earrings – a pair of silver clip-ons with dangly pink plastic moons.  She let MĂ©lisande choose and apply his scent, knowing she was bound to be generous with it, and stifling a snigger at Bobby’s reaction.  Then he was almost ready.
“Why don’t you go and finish your breakfast, darling,” suggested Clarissa.
“All right, mummy.  Can I answer the door when his friends arrive?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I wish I were going with him.”
“Yes, I’m sure you do.  But it’s a grown-ups party, I’m afraid.”
“Could I take him to Sadie’s then?”
“Oh – as a girl you mean?”
“Of course, mummy!”
“Hmm.  Let me think about that.  Now off you go.”
Once she was out of the room, Clarissa fished the nipple-stick out of her pocket.  She pulled up Bobby’s blouse.
“Hold that up.”
“W-what are you…?”
“Just do as you’re told!”
She applied the waxy stick to both nipples – then, as an afterthought, painted over it with pink lip-gloss.
“That should stop it wearing off,” she thought.  “And it looks pretty too.”
She pulled down his blouse.  There would be a short delay before it began to take effect, and the girls were due.  She was just giving him a final checking over when the doorbell rang.   MĂ©lisande went dashing through the room.
“They’re here!”
Clarissa heard the door open, and girls’ voices.  Then MĂ©lisande entered the room with a mischievous grin on her face, followed by the girls…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 124.

They were dressed similarly, but in contrasting colours – Barbara in black, Kaiya in a white outfit to set off her chocolate skin.  They wore thigh boots, little tight leather shorts, neatly belted and each with a small belt-purse, spandex or satin cropped tops, and short, plain leather jackets.  Their hair was brushed back and tied into ponytails.
“Hi.  You must be Clarissa.  I’m Kaiya…this is Barbara.”
“Nice to meet you girls…you’ve met Mellie…
“Yes.  Wow, Bobby – you look great!” laughed Barbara.
Bobby opened his mouth to reply, but it stayed open, and no words followed.  He was staring at their outfits.
“You like?” said Kaiya, cheekily.  “Yes, of course you do.”
“I, er…   I didn’t expect…”
“The Spanish Inquisition?” grinned Barbara.  “No, nobody does…”
“No, I mean…are you going to be at the party too…?”
“Of course.  We’re your guardians.  You may need us.”
“Mummy?  I like their outfits, don’t you?”
“Yes…very nice…”
“Can I…?”
Carissa interrupted her.  “No - of course not.  They’re only for grown-ups.  As I’m sure you realise.”
MĂ©lisande assumed mock sadness.  “Oh…”
“Is Nicole outside?”
“She’s parked in the next street.  She thought it would do Bobby good to walk to the car.  See if people notice him.”
“I imagine the three of you together should attract a little attention.  Out here in the sticks they never see a sight like that.  Well, you’d better get going.  Here’s the make-up…  What’s the matter, Bobby?”
“I…my nipples are itching…  What did you…?”
“Time to go.  She put a hand against his back and propelled him towards the door. 
“Bye, girls!”
“Bye,” they called back.  “Bye, MĂ©lisande!”

They watched them walk off down the street, people stopping in their tracks and turning their heads as they passed by.  Clarissa laughed.
“What a delightful trio!”
“I like those girls, mummy….  I wish they were my friends too…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 125.

Bobby went to get in the front of the car, but Kaiya took him firmly by the arms and steered him into the back seat.  He noticed two riding whips on the back shelf.  She sat on his right, Barbara on his left, the tops of their boots pressing against his bare thighs.  Nicole laughed.
“You look sensational, Bobby.  Eleanor’s going to be so happy.  Be there in fifteen minutes.”
The girls had picked their rucksacks up off the floor, and were rummaging in them.  Bobby noticed what looked like a couple of pink dil-dos or something in Barbara’s.  But that’s not what they were after.  Out came gloves and long hoods, Barbara’s in black latex, Kaiya’s in white.  Bobby sighed.  As they pulled the hoods over their heads and threaded their ponytails through the lipped holes, Bobby felt the pressure in his device building.  And his nipples seemed to have swollen.  They had become hyper-sensitive, and were brushing against the light material of his blouse, and driving him mad.  Kaiya had got her hood right on now, and allowed it to snap firmly around her neck.  He stole a glance to his right.  Now she had produced a white studded leather collar, which she was buckling over it.  The hood covered her whole head except for her face.  He gulped.  The vibration of the car, transmitted to his body by the latex flower deep inside, was making things worse.  His device quivered, his nipples throbbed and itched.  He was trembling slightly.  They must have been able to feel it.  He looked to his left.  Barbara’s collar was spiked, and now she was pulling on a pair of short, fingerless latex gloves.  Her nails were painted mauve.  He could smell the scent of warm leather and latex, mingled with a heavy mix of perfumes.  He caught Nicole peeping at him in the rear-view mirror.  The pressure was almost painful.  How was he going to survive the day?

Though apprehensive about the nature of Eleanor’s party, he was relieved when they arrived and he was able to escape the proximity of his two so-called protectors.  When he stepped out of the car there was a gentle, warm breeze blowing, caressing his bare legs and fluttering his blouse.  His body felt so free after spending so much time in the close, heavy pony suit.  He smoothed down his little skirt, and indulged in a brief fantasy that he was really a girl.  The thought brought with it a deep yearning for something indefinable.  The girls picked up their little whips, and slipped them down the sides of their boots.  Looking closely, Bobby saw that each right boot below the knee was equipped with a pair of stitched leather loops.  Their whips slotted into these, retained by the handles which rested on the upper loop.
“That’s cool…”
“I know,” said Barbara.  “That lady at Fantastex thinks of everything…”
“Come on, Bobby,” said Kaiya, taking his hand.  “Let’s go in and meet the guests.  No need to be shy.”
“I’m not shy, Kaiya…  I was just thinking about something.  But to be honest I’d rather just be with you guys…  Stay close, won’t you?”
“Oh, that’s so sweet…” cooed Barbara.  But Kaiya looked at him sympathetically, and gave his hand a friendly squeeze.  “Sure.  Course we will.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 126.
 
Kaiya knocked.  The door was opened almost immediately by a young woman with an open face, a good figure, brown eyes, and black hair cut in a rather old-fashioned style.  She was potentially quite good-looking, but dressed tastelessly in a yellow tube top, a beige off-the-shoulder cardigan, a black leather flared mini-skirt and red ankle boots.  To make matters worse she was wearing far too much makeup, which looked as if it might have been applied by a ten-year-old.  Despite her rather juvenile appearance, Kaiya thought she must be about her own age, nineteen.  She made a mental note to take her in hand if she got the chance.  When her gaze alighted on the visitors her eyes widened with delight, and she actually squealed with innocent surprise.  Turning her head, she called excitedly back into the house,
“Mum!  They’re here!  Come an’ see!” 

Barbara and Kaiya exchanged glances.  Bobby sighed.  They heard footsteps approaching.
“Well ask them in then, Chantal.”
Polly Hunniford appeared, and jostled her daughter to one side.  Even she was taken aback, and momentarily struck dumb.  But she recovered quickly.
“Come in, come in…  The girls are just having a drink…”
The “girls” – which is to say Eleanor, Diana Murchison, and Danielle and Tracey from Diana’s party – were arranged around a big dining-table decorated with bottles, glasses, and bowls and packets of snacks.  Eleanor gaped, Diana smiled, and the other two looked mildly surprised.
“You didn’t tell us he would have two chaperones,” remarked Danielle, looking the girls up and down.  “Never mind…”
Eleanor alone rose to her feet.
“ No, sorry Danielle…  Nicole was insistent Bobby should be an ornament and nothing else…”
“Really?  How disappointing.  However, would you like to introduce us?”
“This is Barbara, this is Kaiya, Miss Bowditch…” began Bobby.
“Eleanor, please, Bobby…  Gosh…  You look so different…  That’s a beautiful…I mean, it suits you so well…  I’d never have guessed…”
“Thank you, Eleanor.  Polly and Chantal you’ve met, and this is Diana….”
“And you’ll remember Danielle and Tracey from the party, I’m sure…unfortunately Cheryl couldn’t make it today...”
Danielle was looking him straight in the eye.  He could hardly forget.  But he replied, politely, “Yes, of course…  Hi.”
“Oh, Bobby,” said Diana, with a smirk, “I was rather hoping you’d appear in that fetching little number you wore to my party.  Never mind.  Your companions rather make up for it, anyway.  And you have a delightful aura of innocence instead…”

Introductions dispensed with, they were invited to take a seat on the sofa – which they did, Bobby again in the middle – and offered drinks.  They chose fruit juices with sparkling water and ice.
“Chantal, would you…?” began Polly.  But Chantal was staring, apparently mesmerised, at the girls.
“Chantal!”
“Sorry mum!”  And she hurried out into the kitchen.
She quickly returned with the tray of drinks, but still couldn’t take her eyes off them, Kaiya in particular it seemed, and her hand was shaking as she handed her her lime juice.
“Do you like my outfit, Chantal?”
“Y-yes…  It’s beautiful…  And white leather…  I mean, it so unusual, but on you…it looks fantastic!”
“Thank you.  We were very lucky.  We couldn’t have afforded these, but Bobby’s aunt Nicole…  I mean, she knows this place…”
“That Nicole,” remarked Diana.  “She seems like a woman with a secret.  Bobby?  What does she actually do?  I never got round to talking to her properly.”
“Oh, my aunt?  Well, you know…”  He thought quickly, playing for time.  “This and that…  Er, I believe she’s some sort of investment adviser…  I don’t know much about it…sounds pretty boring…”
“Boring but lucrative,” murmured Diana, cattily, under her breath. 
“I’m so glad you could come, Bobby,” began Eleanor, sitting down in an armchair.  “I mean, you really made Diana’s do for us – isn’t that right, Diana? – and here you are, in yet another gorgeous outfit, and your companions…well…”
“Pity that little girl’s not here,” grinned Tracey.  “Do you remember her, Bobby?  What was her name now?  Milly Mandy, was it?”
“Mélisande,” said Diana.
“Oh, yeah.  That’s right.  Mayli…whatever.  She knew how to keep you in check, didn’t she?”
“So…  Are you going to be a good girl today, Bobby?” asked Diana.  “Oh, I do hope not!”
And they burst into raucous laughter.
Eleanour seemed to have had a fair amount to drink already, and was beginning, after the initial shock, to gain confidence.  She addressed Kaiya.
“Darling, would you mind if I had a look at your outfit?”
“Not at all, madam,” said Kaiya, pleasantly.  Indeed, she rose from the sofa and presented herself in front of Eleanor.  Her sudden proximity seemed to take Eleanor aback – she flinched, as if fearful Kaiya would draw her whip and strike her.  But then, in her white leather shorts and boots, her dark face framed in glossy white latex, she did present a daunting spectacle.  Kaiya, an amused smile on her lips, pressed home her advantage. 
“Feel the leather, madam.  It’s so fine and supple.  So comfortable to wear.”
She slid her right leg forward between Eleanor’s knees.  The top of her boot came half way up her thigh, leaving only a few inches of smooth brown flesh between it and the turned-up hem of her tight shorts.  Eleanor hesitated, but seeing she couldn’t get out of it, touched the leather with trembling fingers.  Even her friends at the table craned forward, while Chantal, standing at the end of the sofa, clasped her hands together and compressed her lips.  Kaiya resumed her seat.

Their costumes, together with a little advice from Nicole, had bestowed a new confidence on the girls.  For the first time they felt truly powerful – more than the fragile power held by any attractive young girl, a sort of inner strength and the confidence to make decisions for themselves.  They had already made up their minds that they were going to be dedicated assistants in Nicole’s dungeon, and learn the business.  They had discussed it, and realised that unaccompanied, their beauty and youth, which they had previously considered their greatest assets, could also be potential weaknesses.  They were already studying with a view to becoming self-employed entrepreneurs, but they now wanted to learn the practical side of the dominatrix business, to enable them to understand how to use men to their own advantage, and to remain impervious to romantic advances.  In short, it would grant them power and independence.  Even women such as these, twenty years older than them, would have to treat them with respect.

Bobby took advantage of the distraction to touch his nipples, which were throbbing furiously.  They felt smooth and slick.  Glancing down, he realised the pink lip gloss had rendered them shockingly conspicuous under the thin, translucent mesh of his blouse.  But the worst thing was that they were the source of sexual arousal in a way he had never experienced before.  The pressure inside his boy-ball had become severe, and though of course the container was quite rigid, nevertheless it could still quiver and twitch, lifting the front of his skirt slightly.  Barbara had noticed this, and was regarding the phenomenon with some amusement.  Bobby returned her smile with a look of desperate discomfort.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 127.

After further exchanges it soon became clear that the ladies were not very enamoured Bobby’s “protectors”.  Despite Nicole’s warnings, they had hoped for a bit of fun.  Their irritation increased in direct proportion to their alcohol consumption, and they began having whispered conversations about how they might turn things in their favour.
“Why couldn’t she have dressed him up like he was at your do, Diana?  And why aren’t we allowed to get our hands on him?” said Danielle.
“I’m really sorry about that,” said Eleanor, meekly, “Nicole told me explicitly that we weren’t allowed to touch him.  Something about turning him into a real girl, I believe.”
“That’s impossible,” laughed Tracey.  “I can’t think of any bloke I know who more male than him.  Mind you, he does seem to be having a problem with his nipples today…and can you see how pink they are?”
“That’s lip-gloss, I'm certain,” said Diana.  “See?  It's the same colour.”
“She even sent over a special stand for him,” continued Eleanor.  “She said that today he should be an ornament rather than a plaything.”
“A stand?  What sort of stand?”
“I’ll get it, shall I?”
“Yes, dear.  Let’s see it!”
Eleanor left the room for a moment and returned with the stand.  It was made of what looked like stainless steel.  It consisted of a base about fifteen inches square, and a tubular upright a couple of feet long positioned three or four inches from one edge.  The upright was fitted with two steel loops, one at the top and one near the bottom.  She stood it next to the sofa.  Everyone stared at it, puzzled.
“She showed me what to do,” said Eleanor.  “Shall I…?”
“Course,” said Tracey, rudely.  “Bobby, you’re wanted.  Get up, darling, and do what auntie Eleanor tells you.”
The girls looked on with interest.  Nicole hadn’t even told them about this.  Bobby got to his feel awkwardly.  He turned his back on the company momentarily so he could try to sooth his throbbing nipples.  Eleanor had disappeared again and returned with a cloth bag.
“Stand on the plate, please, Bobby.  Hands behind your back.  Keep still.”
Eleanor was behind him.  The girls watched while she took two pink leather cuffs with D-rings from the bag and buckled one onto each of his wrists, then connected each to the top loop with screw-links.  Then she knelt and performed a similar operation on his ankles, only using a short chain and a link.  Bobby was looking distinctly unhappy.  She stood up.
“There.  Now, just as Nicole said, he has to stand there for as long as we want.  Actually she said we are allowed to touch him, but she’s made sure there can’t be any, er…”hanky-panky”, she called it.”
“Really?” exclaimed Danielle.  “Let me see…”
She jumped up, walked over to Bobby, and checked his bonds.
“Well, well, Bobby, you are in a fix, aren’t you,” she smirked.  “Whatever auntie Nicole says, we can pretty much do what we like with you now, you poor dear, can’t we?”
She patted his cheek, and then, glancing down, feigned surprise.
“Goodness, what are these?  So pink and shiny!”  She touched one nipple, making him squirm and groan.  “And sensitive!  Ooh, the other one too!  You’re going to be a real girl, aren’t you duckie, once auntie does something about…this!” 
She lifted the front of his skirt.  Whatever it was she was expecting to find, a neat spherical rubber ball was probably not it.  She took a step back, and looked over her shoulder. 
“What the…  Girls!  Get a load of this.”  As her friends rose to join her, she gave it an exploratory prod, then a gentle squeeze.  “Oh.  It’s quite hard.  That spoilsport!  Look, she’s locked it away where we can’t get at it.  That selfish…”
“Look, it’s twitching though,” said Tracey.  “It wants to get out.”
“It may do,” put in Barbara, “but it can’t.  Nicole’s the only one with a key.”  She laughed.  “So I’m afraid you ladies are going to be disappointed.”
“You rude girl,” said Diana, unused to be spoken to in this way by a young woman.  “Who do you think you are?”
“I’m one of Bobby’s minders, Miss Murchison, and I’m here to make sure you don’t take advantage of him.  So please stop pawing him, if you don’t mind.”
Diana was momentarily speechless.
“I…you…how dare you…”
“I do dare.  Now, I suggest you leave Bobby alone and look elsewhere for your entertainment.”
“She’s right, Diana,” ventured Eleanor.  “Nicole said the girls are her delegates, and we should respect them.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 128.

Polly stepped in to defuse the situation.
“Diana, ladies…  We must abide by Nicole’s wishes.  She’s right.  Bobby’s out of bounds today.  But look, doesn’t he look pretty?  It’s nice just to have him there all helpless, so we can stare at him as much as we like.  Don’t you think?”
“But we were hoping…” began Danielle.
“Danielle,” murmured Tracey.  “Look at the girls…”
With Bobby gone from the sofa, Kaiya had shifted into the middle and snuggled up to her friend.  She looked up at Chantal and patted the cushion she had just vacated.
“Sit next to me, Chantal.”
“Thanks.”
She sat down.  Kaiya put one hand on Barbara’s thigh and the other on Chantal’s, making her blush.  Then she slipped her arm around Chantal’s shoulders and blew gently against her neck, making her squirm and giggle.  Switching her attention to Barbara, She put her arm around her and resting her chin on her shoulder.  The women stared at them.  Kaiya threw one booted leg across Barbara’s thighs.  There was a momentary silence.
“You two are…very good friends, then…” said Polly, slowly.
Barbara smiled up at her.  “Oh, yes.  As long as we have each other…”
She turned her head and gave Kaiya a gentle kiss on the lips.  Danielle drew a sharp breath, and looked at the others.  They all understood what she meant.  Their hopes that Bobby would provide them with some sort of floor show had foundered.  But maybe there was still a chance for a little entertainment.  Could the girls be willing to spice up the party a little?
The girls themselves had made a tentative plan before they had even arrived, knowing they might have to deal with a bunch of frustrated, disappointed ladies.  And if they could test Bobby’s self-discipline at the same time they could kill two birds with one stone.  Nicole had given them carte blanche, knowing they would never allow themselves to be taken advantage of.  And indeed, they had no intention of providing a free show.  They would require a victim, and they both had their eyes on the same person.
The women started to butter them up.
“Your outfits are amazing,” said Diana, quickly climbing down from her position as outraged elder.  “As beautiful as you are…”
“Thank you, Miss Muchison,” said Barbara.  Kaiya now had one hand on her friend’s bare midriff, describing little rings around her navel with her finger.
“Do you have…boyfriends…?” asked Eleanor.
Kaiya stopped playing with Barbara’s tummy and turned to her open-mouthed.
“Are you serious?  Why would we need boyfriends?  We have each other – don’t we Babs?”
“We certainly do…quite often, too…”
And they both collapsed into giggles.
That was enough for the company. 
“Don’t mind us,” smiled Danielle.  “It’s so refreshing to see two girls who really appreciate each other.  Feel free to carry on with your lovemaking – we won’t disturb you.”
The others smiled and nodded and made noises of agreement and encouragement.
“Oh, yes…  Just make yourselves quite at home, girls,” said Eleanor, with a motherly simper.
“What – in front of Bobby?” said Barbara, feigning shock. 
“Why not?  It’s not as though he can do anything, is it?” 
“Chantal darling, why don’t you…?” began Polly.  She made a motion of her head.  Chantal went to rise, but Kaiya held onto her.
“Stay with us, darling,” she said – and added, slyly, “if mummy doesn’t mind…”
Polly shrugged.  She could hardly have been called a doting mother.  Kaiya had already worked out that Chantal was neglected, and it had doubled her resolve to help her to free herself from this group of selfish old women.
Chantal herself froze, not knowing where to look.  Her cheeks were aflame, she gave a nervous smile of pure embarrassment, her gaze flicking back and forth.  Kaiya turned her head, gave her a reassuring peck on the cheek and a gentle squeeze.  Chantal responded by pressing her cheek against Kaiya’s shoulder…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 129.

Barbara and Kaiya understood each other perfectly.  Nicole had already registered the fact, and had thought what a great team they’d make if they actually followed through on their plan.  She had encouraged them to experiment, and not to be shy – not that she thought either of them was lacking in confidence.  On this day, a glance and a nod between them had been sufficient confirmation of their intentions.  Bobby would be a helpless onlooker – had this been Nicole’s intention in supplying the stand? – and the cute Chantal was a bonus.  They would even have a critical audience to supply some feedback on their performance.
Kaiya looked around the room.  In front of the fireplace was a large, thick, shaggy white rug.  She detached herself gently from Chantal’s embrace and rose from the sofa.
“Snuggle up to Barbara for a minute, darling…”
Chantal did as she was told, registering a slightly heavier, sweeter perfume than Kaiya was wearing.
Kaiya dragged the rug across the polished wooden floor and placed it in front of Bobby and in full view of the ladies.  Then, with a significant nod to Barbara, she resumed her seat and took Chantal in her arms again. 
Barbara picked up her little backpack from the floor and left the room. 
“Where’s she going, Kaiya…?”
“Nowhere.  She’ll be back right away.  Now Chantal, we may have a surprise for you…”
“A surprise?”
“Yes.  So…”  She reached down into her backpack and pulled out a little velvet blindfold   â€śI’d like you to put this on.  Don’t worry.  Just for a few minutes.  Then you’ll see everything…”
“Okay…if you say so, Kaiya…”
“Good girl…  Here, I’ll do it for you…that okay?”
“Yes, thanks…”
In five minutes Barbara was back.  Her reappearance elicited gasps from the ladies.
“What’s going on, Kaiya?”
“Nothing, Chantal.  As I said, it’s just a little surprise.  Be patient…”
Projecting from the front of Barbara’s leather shorts was a smooth black dil-do (training level) with a gentle upward curve, terminating in a slightly bulbous head.  The leather harness was strapped tightly over her shorts and hardly visible, being also of black leather.  Barbara put a finger to her lips to stifle any give-away remarks.  She resumed her seat and turned to Chantal.

She began by stroking the girl’s cheek, and running the tip of one fingernail along her lips.  Parting them slightly, she slid her finger into Chantal’s mouth and pushed it between her teeth.  Chantal could smell the warm latex of her fingerless glove under her nose.  She wondered what was coming next.  She began to tremble.  It was so intrusive – but exciting at the same time.  The finger explored her tongue, then withdrew.  Then she felt Barbara’s arm slide behind her back and encircle her waist.  She was strong.  With a sudden movement she lifted Chantal up and pulled her on top of her, at the same time sliding off the sofa until they were lying on the thick shaggy rug.  For an instant Chantal felt something cool touch her inner thigh, but as she settled on top of Barbara she opened her thighs so that her knees and lower legs were on the rug either side of her.  Barbara now had both arms around her waist, her hands clasped in the small of Chantal’s back.
“K-Kaiya…?”
But there was no reply.  Kaiya too had now left the room…