Imprisoned in Silk

by Bondwriter

 

1. A new home with a girl

"This must be what's called Love at First Sight'," Geoffrey thought as he lay in bed, as he was about to fall asleep. He had gotten to Mrs Driver's foster home that very morning, and as soon as he had seen Alice, he had known that, this time, at last, he was to be blessed with the apparition of an angel. The (almost) sixteen years he had spent on this planet, or rather the Birmingham area, had been rather gray, bleak and dull.

Taken from foster homes to various government institutions, he had lived in an all-boys world, and a rather ruthless one. That was also the reason he had stepped in Mrs Driver's home on that day. He had been bullied by other kids, and the head of the institution he had lived in for the last year had deemed it wise to get him into another home; a place that would be more civilised, more appropriate for a boy as delicate and sensitive as Geoffrey was.

Thus he had come into a totally different universe, one more fitting for his looks: he had quite fine features, which could have been described as pixyish, a long triangular face, and a pageboy haircut, with fine long hair. His blue eyes were particularly striking, and he often sported a mischievous smile. He had often been taunted because of his slightly feminine appearance, but he really felt like a boy! And Mrs Driver's home was very womanly.

Geoffrey had mixed feelings about such a feminine household, for his upbringing had taught him to disregard all girlie things. At the same time, he felt appeased and reassured by all the pink, dainty decoration that filled what was to become his new home. This time, he had thought, he should stay for more than a few months.

There was no doubt in his mind that Alice was the major reason for him wanting to stay. Her blonde locks, her angelic looks were so blatantly a call to his teenage lust! She had high cheekbones, and lovely dimples that made a crushing impression the only time Geoffrey saw her smile, as she and Mrs Driver first greeted him. Having been deprived of feminine figures for the last few years, seeing her on this late August morning had been a revelation.

Even though he was still small in size and he did not look his age, he had known for the last two years about the fact he had become 'a man'! And the dreamy thoughts he had just had about the beautiful Alice, as he had lengthily masturbated in the soft silk sheets of his new bed, were not to weaken this recent feeling of becoming somebody different…

Not to mention the weird feelings he had about sleeping in a girls' bedroom. He was a rather polite and easy type, but maybe his surprise had shown when Mrs Driver had let him into his room: it was all pink and satiny, and smelled definitely 'girlie' to him.

"Oh, Geoffrey," Mrs Driver had reassured him, "I see you're not used to this type of decoration; but don't worry, we'll make a few changes soon…"

Her matronly type was also new to him. She seemed to come out from an old book, all plump and round and she had been really kind, just like the grandmother he had never had. She was dressed in a long navy blue silk dress of a very conservative make, but her high-heeled boots, that seemed to have belonged to Queen Victoria, impressed him the most. That night, Geoffrey's dreams were really sweet…

 

2. Rough play

"Well, what's going on in here?" Mrs Driver growled as she entered the living room.

"It was the only way I managed to have him stop trying to do things to me…" Alice muttered in a small voice.

"Mmmmblmmm…" Geoffrey grumbled angrily through the gag that filled and covered his mouth.

On that morning, two hours before Mrs Driver's outburst, as soon as Mrs Driver had left for a long shopping spree, right after breakfast, Geoffrey had tried his luck with Alice. Where he came from, there was a lot of talk about girls, and how they always said no when they meant yes! And he really wanted to touch her breasts, and other parts of her, that he had fantasized about the previous night and early that morning. The silky feel of the sheets had not helped soothing his lust… Not to talk about the clothes he had been made to wear, after he had showered. It had been quite strange, to have to put on some kind of school uniform, but definitely one from a very posh school.

He was not used to such fine clothing: the white nylon briefs had seemed a little weird, but he loved shiny materials, even though the only ones he had had were from sports kits or Speedos; and then the white silk shirt, the long silk white socks that came above his knees, the flannel shorts, lined with some satiny stuff, and the grey silken jacket, the black leather shoes… A couple days ago, he would have been ashamed to wear all of these, but then, it made him feel important. On top of that, being able to see beautiful Alice, her long golden locks, her smooth pink face… He had been wondering whether he was dreaming. And then, right after breakfast, when Mrs Driver had left him alone with that wonderful creature, he had felt an urge to try his luck!

A first, he had tried to talk to her, but with the little experience he had in such matters, he had not succeeded in much. Of course, his angles to start conversation were a little odd: he should have known Alice would be only mildly interested in his telling about the pranks he had pulled in his institution, or his skills at football. But he was rather unlucky in his choices, for it did not get him much response from the lovely young girl. Obviously, the girl is rather shy, he thought; she did not seem to notice him. She had put him down quickly, by telling boys his age were stupid, and that she liked girls better. And she had kept on tidying the house and cleaning it, completely ignoring him. Geoffrey had not been put off by her behaviour. He had gone on taunting her, calling her a dyke, but Alice had calmly stood his verbal abuse.

A couple glances should have warned him she was not happy with him, though. But he foolishly thought he had gotten a normal reaction. He eventually came closer, and tried to grab her. It was, at least from his point of view, rather playful. Alice ordered him to stop.

"Make me! Make me!" Geoffrey replied.

"I'll have to report you to Mrs Driver, you know…" Alice threatened.

"I'll have to report you to Mrs Driver! I'll have to report you to Mrs Driver!" he mocked her in a childish voice. "Can't you deal with other kids on your own, dyke?"

"Last warning, Geoffrey, go to your room, or else, you'll regret it very dearly…"

There was anger in her tone, but he still thought he was being funny. He stepped around her, and, leaning close against her back, he tried to grab her breasts.

His hands did not reach the nice, round mounds, for his wrists were strongly seized just before he achieved his mammary attack. Alice spun on her heels, and Geoffrey realised she had crossed her own hands, and in a nice judo/ dance move, they swiftly inverted position. He now had his back to her, and she held his wrists firmly pinned behind him. He could now feel her breasts ever so slightly touching his shoulder blades. She pushed him forward and laid him on the pink satin-covered sofa. He had to bend face down because of her strong push.

She then straddled him, sitting on his thighs. All the squishy touch of the various layers of shiny material would have made him woozy in another occasion, on top of the feel of the round buttocks he had dreamed about, but he just felt frightened at that very moment; he was very surprised at the girl's strength, he squirmed as much as he could, and bucked and tried to kick, but he could not move. She then kept his wrists together with one hand only, the scared teenager having already given up. He tried to move her to pity: "Please, Alice, I promise I won't bother you anymore. But could you let go of me, now? Please?"

 

3. Alice retaliates

"You should have thought about it earlier. You're going to understand that there's no way a pathetic, disgusting twerp of a boy will ever touch me…"

"Hey, what are you doing? No, I don't want you to tie my hands, stop that…"

"Shut up!" Alice said harshly, pushing his face deep in the pink cushions, thus muffling his whines. She had hastily removed her dress sash, a pink satiny one that she skilfully wrapped around his wrists in a tight double loop. She then jumped down from the sofa, leaving a flabbergasted Geoffrey panting as he laid on his belly. He quickly recovered, and wiggling as he could with his hands inescapably tied behind his back, he managed to sit and then to stand. As he started walking away, Alice being close to the bow-window and facing away from him, rummaging through the content of a small cabinet, she turned around, and growled a threatening: "Where do you think you're going, dimwit?"

"Please, Alice, cut that out! I was only kidding, I didn't want to…"

But she was already on him, and she seized his shoulder with her right hand. It did not reassure him at all, for he was really wondering how a girl could be that rough. It reminded him of the bullies that had been the cause for his coming to Mrs Driver's. The tight grip led him to an armchair, and he was forced to sit down on the plush satin covered seat. Alice knelt down, and grabbed his stocking coated ankles, and wrapped a pink curtain cord around them, immobilising his legs. She tied the two remaining ends to the rung going from one front leg to the other. Geoffrey could no longer kick or stand up.

"I beg you, Alice, stop, please, I will be good…" he whined, but she just smirked. He had this strange churning in his stomach, this confused feeling of fear and fascination, as this beautiful girl was overpowering him… She used another cord to strap his thighs to the seat, her thin manicured hands flying dangerously close to the huge lump tenting his shorts. There was no way he would escape now…

She did not stop there, as she stepped behind the chair and untied his hands, only to take each of his arms in turn and fasten his wrists to the armrests with short lengths of white rope. She did the same with his elbows, and took a longer piece of rope to wrap his arms just below his shoulders and eventually she did one more turn around his chest and the back of the armchair, pinning his back to the piece of furniture.

Geoffrey kept pleading half-heartedly:

"Alice, this isn't nice… You're frightening me…"

"Frightening you? That's how disgusting, promiscuous boys are frightened?"

He blushed, as he realised she was referring to the bulge in his shorts. He did not get to reply, for she was now stuffing his mouth with a silk scarf! He tried to push it away with his tongue, but she quickly had it crammed inside his mouth, and she was already cleave-gagging him with another.

He mmphed in despair and anger, but he just got more of the evil smirk that troubled him so much. She topped it with a white silk scarf she carefully folded, to make a nice bandage covering his lower face. He screamed in pain as she tightly knotted it on his neck, getting a few strands of his thin long hair in the process. But not much was heard, she had turned him into an immobile, helpless and voiceless little boy.

"There, that ought to keep you quiet…" She put her dress sash back and rearranged her clothes. Then she went to sit on the sofa, carefully folding her long soft legs as she took a magazine and read it. Long minutes, or maybe hours went by, as Geoffrey was overpowered by extremely bizarre feelings. He squirmed in his bonds and grunted into his tight gag, but he never got much more than an amused or pitiful glance from Alice… His own gaze did not leave the beautiful feminine body, the wonderful figure enhanced by the nice tight dress.

  

4. Mrs Driver takes things in her hands

He was taken out from his reverie by Mrs Driver's voice. Alice changed her attitude right away, looking down on her nice pink high heel shoes.

"And what things was he trying to do to you, that you had to truss up the lad in such a way, young woman?" Mrs Driver asked peremptorily.

"He was trying to fondle my breasts, and he was calling me names…" Alice replied still as shyly.

"What names, pray you?"

"Bad names for lesbians…"

"Did he say the word 'dyke'?"

"Yes, Mummy Driver…"

"Well, I've heard enough from you, my fine young woman…" Mrs Driver said as she handed out the grocery bag she had taken in. "Go to the kitchen and fix us some lunch, I'll have a word with young Geoffrey in the meantime…"

Geoffrey saw Alice mincing towards the back of the house, glad to know that he was about to be freed from his humiliating ordeal. Mrs Driver went to a chest of drawers.

"She's getting some scissors to cut me free" he thought. She approached him with a small leather pouch, and kneeled down. He grunted into his gag, wanting her to remove it, so he could say that all Alice had reported was wrong, for he was afraid of Mrs Driver now. She untied his ankles, but as he tried to wiggle his feet, he felt the noose tighten back.

"Mmmph! Mmmmblmm!" he protested in the gag, which actually meant "Hey! What are you doing?" To his amazement Mrs Driver answered, as if she had perfectly understood what he meant:

"Well, my boy, I'm going over Alice's knots, for I'm not quite certain she did a thorough enough job with you…"

And as she checked and tightened every single knot, and added further pieces of rope, she explained:

"You see, Geoffrey, there is something that really makes me mad, it is when boys call girls names. I think there are some basic rules that you will have to respect in this household, and this is one of them. Of course, I know that a 15-year old boy has lots of problems addressing ladies with a proper language, hence it is a very good thing you remain gagged. Another thing I find most appalling, is this physical abuse you tried to force on poor Alice. There is something you should know about her. She is a lesbian, which is perfectly fine with me. She is a girl who had very unfortunate experiences with males, and when she was entrusted to me five years ago, she was very upset and angry about these things that had been done to her.

I have given her the love and care she deserved, with my own very strict type of education, and she has gradually recovered and bloomed to become the very fine young woman you've tried to degrade with your typically male behaviour. As for you, I've been told you also had your share of bad experiences, and I think I might help to get you to be a finer type of boy. But, love, it will take time, and you will have to undergo some very strict training as well, starting of today. Your punishment for this morning's errors is to stay as you are until dinner tonight…"

"Mmmmph?" the boy asked pitifully, not wanting to believe she was going to leave him like that for so long…

She ended her job by taking a roll of wide surgical tape from the pouch. She crisscrossed a few long strips on his lower face, further immobilising the white scarf already covering it, before she eventually wrapped three turns of the white shiny material around his head, carefully avoiding the knot on his neck and his hair.

"So, are you going to behave?" Mrs Driver said, cupping his chin in her right hand, and looking deep in the boy's big blue eyes. "Are you going to be nice as Mummy Driver has lunch with gentle Alice, babikins?

"Mmm, mmmbllmddmm…" the boy said in his gag, nodding approvingly.

"Yes, Mummy Driver? That's a good boy; we might turn you into some sort of decent being…" Mrs Driver smiled. "If you had any trouble breathing, just grunt three times, I'll leave the doors open so I can hear you. But…" and she raised a threatening index finger, "don't disturb Mummy Driver for anything stupid, or else…"

With these last words, she headed to the kitchen, from which the cooking smells were coming, reminding Geoffrey that he was hungry. But he just had to abide.

His mind was reeling, as he was trying to make sense of what was happening to him. He had barely been in this house for 24 hours, and tons of very unusual things had happened to him… He had been tied up before by other boys, but it had always been very humiliating and unpleasant, whereas he could not help feeling strangely thrilled by the feelings he experienced right now. He was not uncomfortable, the ropes did not bite into his flesh, and the silk in his mouth gave him a very pleasurable oral satisfaction.

It was just very strange that a stern woman as Mrs Driver would know of his deepest untold desires. He heard the two women talking in the kitchen, but he could not make out what the conversation was about. He was wondering whether they were talking about him… He squirmed as much as he could, aroused as he was by the incredible sensation he felt in his shorts. His mind drifted away to a world of pure silk and feminine tenderness. He dozed off…

 

5. A visit

As he came back to his senses, there was yet another amazing show to feast his eyes upon… Alice entered the room, followed by Mrs Driver. Alice was as tightly restrained as he was. Her arms were pinned against her body, hands behind her back, and various coils of shiny white rope encircled her from just below her shoulders down to her waist. Her eyes were on the floor, as she did not seem to relish the idea of her eyes meeting his. She was not gagged, but she kept very quiet.

Mrs Driver took her against one of the three decorating beams which supported a small mezzanine at the back of the living-room. Geoffrey witnessed Mrs Driver's amazing suppleness, as she bent and kneeled to tie Alice to the post. It took her ten minutes at the most, but then there was nothing Alice could do but keep very straight. Her hands and arms had been loosened from the ropes, the very little time that had been needed to be tied back to each side of the beam.

Mrs Driver then went to the phone. She dialled a number, and then Geoffrey heard her talk to someone.

"Mrs G.? Yes, it's me Mrs D. No, it's still OK for you coming over to visit and say hello to our new guest… Yes, yes… No, not that nice… But you know there are ways! I just wanted to warn you, though. There has been a little incident this morning… No, not that serious! But I had to give both children the full treatment… Oh, I'm sorry to hear about that… That was not very nice from Andrea, she should have known better… So I guess that it's for the best then! Andrea won't feel too much out of place. Yes, in ten minutes… See you then…" And she hung up the phone.

She turned to Geoffrey. "That was Mrs Gilligham. She lives three houses from here, and she has been a very dear friend of mine for many years. She's having her niece Andrea staying with her over the summer, and I wanted you to meet her. She'll be there soon…"

Geoffrey grunted, to show he was annoyed at the prospect of being displayed to strangers. But Mrs Driver pretended not to notice, and went to the chest of drawers. She opened the highest one, and took something out. It turned out to be a big mauve dummy; it was quite big, the teat being roughly the size of a tennis ball.

She went to Alice who obediently opened her mouth, and Mrs Driver gently inserted the rubber pear inside. There were two long mauve silk ribbons attached to each side of the wide dummy plate; Mrs Driver stepped behind Alice, and tied the silk ribbons on her neck, pulling strongly before to make the first knot, and then she carefully arranged the ribbons in a nice fat bow. Geoffrey was wondering what Alice had done to deserve such a fate; as he had not been freed from his armchair, he had assumed that Mrs Driver was pleased with Alice's initiative…

But soon the doorbell rang, and Mrs Driver went to the hall to open the door. There were sounds of cheerful greetings, and she came back a couple seconds later with the people he assumed were Mrs Gilligham and her niece Andrea in tow. The older newcomer spotted Geoffrey right away. She had the same type of average granny looks as Mrs Driver, even though she was more exuberantly dressed with a brightly coloured flowered summer dress, which he supposed was made of some nylon.

She was wearing a pink hat that she quickly removed, to uncover her gray hair tied in a tight bun. She smiled, but he did not feel any benevolence in that smile. He blushed, as she addressed him:

"Well, good afternoon, lad! I'm sure Andrea will be most happy to get introduced to you!"

She stepped aside, and Geoffrey could then see the girl who was so happy to meet him. Well, there was not much to see at first. Andrea was wearing a pale blue satiny cloak, covering her from head to toes. The hood prevented him from distinguishing her features, but this did not last too long, as Mrs Gilligham untied the bow that kept the cape closed, only to reveal another fully restrained young person. She was tied exactly like Alice had been, as was apparently fashionable in this neighbourhood, or so Geoffrey thought.

She was wearing a cute lavender dress, a very short one that barely covered her thighs. The shiny satin of the dress enhanced the round curves of the rather plump girl, and as their eyes met, Geoffrey found her green eyes really soft and mellow. The mauve dummy, the very same as Alice's, enhanced her look. Still, she was not as attractive as her, Geoffrey thought. Soon he could no longer exchange a glance, for the two older women pulled her back to the beam facing Alice's.

Andrea was soon trussed up as securely. Both ladies worked quietly and efficiently, making only a few technical remarks. Geoffrey remained quiet, knowing that attracting attention with grunts, besides being pointless, could have brought upon him further difficulties. He was also too engrossed in admiring Alice, and the delicate rope work made her all the more desirable. The two women came to sit on the pink sofa, halfway between the girls on their right and the boy on their left. Mrs Gilligham, whose first name, Geoffrey soon found out was Edna, and his foster mom Edwina, pointed out his engrossment in Alice. Edna stood, and removing her own scarf, blindfolded the poor Geoffrey.

"I think we ought to keep poor Alice from having that boy drooling over that slender figure of hers; well, when I say drooling, I don't mean it literally, you've made sure he can't do such a disgusting thing!" She chuckled. Geoffrey groaned and shook his head, trying to dislodge the blindfold. He felt a cold dry hand on his forehead, preventing him to do so.

"Well, my boy, I strongly advise you to calm down right now. Otherwise, I know millions of ways to get you to obey; and believe me, some of them are really unpleasant" The cheerful tone she had used to make fun of him was gone. Now he heard the hiss of an old witch. He stopped immediately, as the almost peaceful feelings of the previous hours were gone. Who was this woman? What was she up to? He knew there was nothing he could do now but wait, sitting on his chair until the two old hags let him free…

  

6. Afternoon tea

She went back to sit with Mrs Driver, and kept on chatting. They told the stories of the various motives that had gotten the youths punished. First Mrs Driver explained that Alice had used her mommy's silk scarves to gag the boy, the use of which was something that was to be done under no circumstances. It had earned her a three-hour stay at the post. Mrs Gilligham then explained lengthily how Andrea had done her daily chores in three hours and twelve minutes, instead of her allowed three hours.

She had thus earned twelve hours in 'bondage' (first time Geoffrey heard the word used in that meaning, but he was clever enough to figure out it meant 'being tied up'), which had started right after they had lunch. They then came to discussing Geoffrey's improper language and behaviour. Mrs Gilligham reacted loudly, she really seemed appalled. "By the way, Edwina, where did you accommodate the lad?" she asked.

"In the pink guest room, why do you ask?"

"Nothing, really, but I guess I'll just make sure…"

Geoffrey heard her leave the room and climb the stairs. She was back a few minutes later, and said, in a triumphant tone: "This little swine of a boy has proved he features all male disgusting habits! He soiled your sheets, Edna! He has polluted the finest silk with his unhealthy male excretion!"

"Well, Edna, I should say I'm rather surprised… I did not think he would dare do that the very first night I welcomed him under my roof…"

Geoffrey wondered whether the blindfold and the gag hid his blushing…

"I'll tell you, Edwina, that's only to be expected from them. It's hopeless with boys. Have we ever had one who could behave properly from the beginning? No, never! It always took a long time to teach them out of their filthy male attitudes…"

They ranted for a while about how silly and disgusting boys were, and then discussed their teaching methods. They really were starting to frighten poor Geoffrey, especially Edna, who revelled in describing the restraints and the punishments that could be used to change boys into proper beings.

It went on for what seemed an eternity to the captive boy, who eventually had managed not to listen to them anymore, and to set his mind on more pleasant thoughts, actually he imagined Alice, the sweet Alice, smiling to him in what was to him the most romantic setting, a beach at sunset in the Caribbean… He had never been there, but his wild imagination allowed him to travel wherever he wanted.

There was some commotion that got him out of his daydreaming.

"Alice's time is up!" Mrs Driver said, "Let's untie her so she can go make us some tea…"

He heard the swishing noise of the soft ropes over the nylon stockings, and eventually the heels clicking on the tiles of the corridor between the living room and the kitchen.

"Alice is quite a treat," Mrs Gilligham said, "I'm surprised she did such a foolish thing..."

"You know how boys upset her. She was not thinking clearly after the boy's abuse. But I couldn't let her get away with it; the rules are the rules…" Mrs Driver sighed.

Then tea was served, and the three women made fun of the two remaining prisoners; how they were nice obedient little dolls willing to please them, or how naughty youths were to be strictly handled to get them to be fine people.

Alice was not heard much, but she did approve the snide remarks made by the two women. After a while, Geoffrey understood Andrea was being freed from the beam, only to be put back in the predicament she was in when they had gotten to Mrs Driver's. He was able to witness it as his blindfold was removed, Mrs Gilligham taking her scarf back. She sniffed it and frowned.

"Smells of the boy! I guess Andrea will have to clean it, once she is no longer tied up. Don't be afraid to ask me to take care of that pitiful creature if you need, Edna, I guess there are a couple things I'd be glad to teach her!" she snarled. "Her"? Geoffrey wondered. It had to be yet another humiliation she wanted to inflict him. Then she left, with Andrea mincing in her trail.

  

7. A new fate

Geoffrey was left alone with Mrs Driver and his dreams' girl. Mrs Driver took a solemn tone.

"I didn't see you squirming when we talked about the best way to improve your manners with Edna. Then, I assume you agree. That's much better that way, it's half the job done! Alice, will you take care of Jessica? She's going to need help to get cleaned and to get dressed…"

"Of course, Mommy Driver. Anything you want me to do if it's to help Jessica!"

"Mmmmbllmm! Mmmph?" Geoffrey mumbled inquisitively. What was going on with him being treated like a girl?

He was released from his bonds. As he was reaching for the tape that held his gag, Mrs Driver grabbed his hands, and held them firmly in front of him.

"No, this stays so you don't annoy Alice with the type of nonsense that got you here in the first place. You will go with her, and do as she tells you. Do I have your word?"

He did not pick up the irony, and understood that he was in for a while; he would be better off obeying. He nodded.

"There you go, good girl…"

She let go of his hands, and Alice handed hers, and took him by the hand, coaxing him gently.

"Come with me, Jessica, we'll go upstairs." She had not pronounced the word Jessica with any irony. It sounded natural, as if she was talking to her little sister. He followed her obediently.

She took him to the toilets, and told him he had two minutes "to take care of such matters." He did, and felt greatly released, for he had stayed over five hours tied to the armchair.

They went into the bathroom.

"Take off all of your clothes, except for your briefs." He abode by her command.

"Good, now get into the shower. Now, close the curtain, and remove your briefs… Hand them to me." A small, hesitant hand offered the white shiny underwear, pulling out modestly the shower curtain.

"Perfect. Time to wash up. Do your hair also, there's all you need in the soap dish."

It took five minutes and the water stopped.

"Not good enough. Soap yourself down more thoroughly, especially where it gets dirty…"

He had another go at cleaning himself up, insisting on his armpits, his crotch, and his backside. Then he turned the faucet off.

"I hope you've done a good job. Mrs Driver will check, anyway. Get your hand out."

He stuck his hand out again, and she put a plastic bottle in it.

"Rub yourself with that liquid. It is hair remover. Do your legs, your arms and armpits, then your butt and your willie."

"Hmmbllmm?"

"Don't be difficult, Geoffrey. You don't want me to have to call Mrs Driver…"

He did as he had been told. The stuff did not smell too bad at first. Alice must have felt he was done, for she spoke:

"You've got some all over the parts where there is hair, except for your head? Good girl… Now we'll just have to wait."

He just stood in the shower. None of them did any noise, as Alice remained silent, but he heard Mrs Driver moving around somewhere on the same floor. The smell was becoming somewhat acrid. After a few minutes, Alice asked: "Is it starting to tingle or to burn?"

"Mmmph."

"Sorry, I don't understand. Grunt once for yes, twice for no."

"Mmm!"

"You should rinse yourself off then, very, very carefully."

He did. Never had he stayed in the shower for so long! It was a strange feeling to have such smooth skin. He did not have much hair in the first place, but the little he had was now gone. The weirdest was to have removed all of his pubes. These he had gotten used to, and now his dick looked like it was a little boy's. Except no little boy had such a big one, he smiled to himself.

"Give me your hand again."

He obeyed, and got a new plastic bottle.

"Shower yourself again with this product. It is just to make sure there's no hair remover left. On top of it, you'll have very nice, smooth skin."

The shower gel was very thick and had a very strong rose fragrance. Darn! He did not dislike it. Did he enjoy being treated like a girl? He stopped the water again.

"So, you're all clean in here?"

"Mmm"

"Very good girl," she said, emphasizing the 'very'. "Now, time to dry yourself up."

She handed him a towel and he gently rubbed his smooth skin dry.

"Once you're all smooth and dry, wrap the towel around your waist and you might get out."

He came out from the shower. She smiled and he melted.

"You smell nice, Jessica! Put these on, and come with me." He hoped the towel would hide the emotion that shook him when she uttered these voices so gently.

She pointed to a pair of satiny purple mules. He stepped into them and they exited the bathroom. She led him to his bedroom.

"Go, now. Mrs Driver's waiting for you."

  

8. Getting dressed up

He went into the room. Indeed, Mrs Driver was waiting for him.

"All clean, Sweet Jessica? Let me see."

He approached her, and lifted his arms, displaying his smooth armpits, devoid of any unpleasant sweaty smell.

"No, silly!" she smiled. "Take the towel off!"

Golly! He had to show himself in the nude to an older woman… He paused, and Mrs Driver sounded annoyed.

"What are you waiting for? Off with the towel!"

He reluctantly removed it, letting out a soft groan of discontent.

"No protesting, girl! You should know better than that by now!"

What? He had been in her house for a little more than a day. He was displaying a still proficient hard-on, and he blushed.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of… That's how your maker made you; he's the one who should be ashamed!" Mrs Driver teased him.

She came closer, and had a close look at the display of smooth skin. She first looked at the front, and then spun him around, prodding here and there, bending over to see if he had done a good job removing his hair everywhere.

"Very, very good, Jessica! It's the first time I see one of your kind doing such a fine job at personal hygiene. Maybe you'll turn out to be a fast learner! Now go to that chair over there, and get these knickers on."

He picked what seemed to be some girlie satiny shorts. They were purple, with a pink lace brimming. He was not too happy about them, but he could not talk Mrs Driver out of it; he realised that this gag was a vicious tool to have him obey. But he was better off with lacy underwear than naked. He pulled them up.

"These are bloomers, Jessica. They are made of a very fine silk. They are the sign that you are deemed worthy of wearing nice lady clothing."

It was just oversized underwear! There were elastic at the legs and at the waist, but the amount of material combined to his poking penis made it look obscene! It did not apparently seem that way to Mrs Driver, at least that's not what she said, for she called Alice:

"Honey! Will you come and help me getting Jessica dressed up? She's decent enough that you may come in!"

The door opened, and Alice came in: "Here I am, Mummy Driver! Yes, let's get her all dressed up!"

She approached them, and from the chair, she picked up a satin bra. Geoffrey looked puzzled, and expressed his surprise as much as he could:

"MMmmghm?"

"You seemed to like breasts so much," Alice explained, "that it would be a shame we don't provide you with some!"

He took the lingerie item. Inside each bra cup, there was a fake boob made out of some jelly-like material. It felt a bit heavy, but he put the thing on. Once he had slipped his arms inside, Alice closed the fastener. He now had breasts; he could feel their weight.

"It looks good on you," Mrs Driver commented; "Time for you to find out about a very fine piece of lingerie."

Geoffrey was then fitted in a pink satiny corset that laced up the back. The various pulls and tugs the two women made on the strings, as they went up grommet after grommet caused him to grunt a couple times.

"Now, now, Jessica, be nice to Mommy Driver," Mrs Driver goaded him, "It might be a tad unpleasant, but it will greatly improve your posture."

His torso was soon tightly encased inside the satin prison; his waist was reduced, and with the fake breasts, as he looked down, his figure had to be completely changed. His hips were not wide at all, but the whole set-up did feminise him.

He then had to put on a very peculiar dress. He would have protested, but he could not, and now knew that he would have to endure whatever weird decision Mrs Driver made. It was a short dress, still made of pink satin, which seemed to be the material of choice in this household, for that was all he had seen Alice wear. It had two puff sleeves, which, he thought, were more a little girl dress thing than a young lady's. Once it was on, they also laced it up his back.

Once everything was tightened, he could no longer see his feet! There was some type of flounce, a bit like in a tutu, that started at his thinned waist. He wondered if the dress hid the bloomers, which he was still stretching to the uttermost with his erection. As the corset slightly overlapped them at the waistband, it was certainly even more striking.

Mrs Driver took a few steps back, and had an admiring look: "Quite pretty indeed! A little grooming will always improve the sad male figure of a boy."

"I agree with you, Mommy Driver."

"Now, Jessica, you're going to have to take care of some things on your own, and learn something new." She handed him a pair of sheer, salmon-coloured stockings.

"Go sit on the bed and put these on. Be very careful, you must not ladder them, they are quite pricey! And laddering stockings is considered a strong offence against Mommy Driver!"

He took them and went to the bed. He was about to sit when he got another warning.

"Watch out, Jessica! Do not sit on your dress! You don't want to wrinkle it! Now, grab the hem, yes just like that, and make sure you sit just like a young lady should."

Geoffrey was very mindful of laying his dainty derriere "like a young lady", and he got pleased giggles from both Mrs Driver and Alice.

"That's exactly how it should be done!"

"She's learning fast, Mrs Driver!"

He pulled the stockings up his legs, being quite impressed by the two women watching him. It felt really nice, and he now realised how much the hair removal had made his skin smoother. It did not do any good to reduce the bloomers' bulge, though…

"I'll take care of the rest, Alice. Why don't you go and get dinner ready?"

Even though this was voiced out very gently, it was certainly not a suggestion but an order, and Alice promptly took off.

 

9. New shoes

"You must be starving, poor Jessica…"

"Mmmm!" Geoffrey acquiesced.

"It won't be much longer." Mrs Driver reassured him, as she came towards him, a pair of boots in her right hand. They were also made of pink satin, to fit the rest of the outfit. They had high heels, and Geoffrey/ Jessica was ordered to sit still so they could be put on. They fitted just perfectly, and as Mrs Driver laced them up, two rows of grommets in front having a long silky laced threaded through, he marvelled at the feeling of his calves being wrapped up by the shiny material.

The lining inside was as soft as it had to be on the outside, judging from the sheen they reflected. Once both boots were methodically laced up, Mrs Driver stood him up. Walking on the plush carpet was not that easy in high heels, but she held his arm to prevent any brutal fall and ankle twisting. At the same time, these shoes had some metal strip sewn inside to prevent such a dreadful accident. Mommy driver was equipped with the best training tools!

Geoffrey was quite an athlete, and he soon was able to walk rather elegantly for a first-timer. He was taking delicate steps, making sure his support leg was firmly holding his body. Soon Mrs Driver rejoiced:

"Very pretty, Jessica, you're doing really well, could you walk up to that stool, over there in front of the dressing-table and sit nicely?"

There was a triumphant grunt from proud Geoffrey, who headed to the required direction, carefully laying one foot before the other. Mrs Driver smiled. It had never been that easy! The girl was a natural!

It was the cutest show to watch him carefully picking his dress's flounce to put his silk-covered bottom down on the silk cushion on top of the pouf. Geoffrey gazed at his reflection in the mirror on top of the dressing-table. The bottom of his face was completely masked by the shiny white tape, but it enhanced his deep blue eyes. He could see his torso, and he had become totally different, with the breasts and the corset modelling him.

"Put the gloves on, dear, they are for you!" he heard her say. He took the pair of pink leather gloves from the top, and slipped them on. It was easy, they were a bit too big for him.

"Pull them up tight; make sure you've pushed your fingers in them as far as possible. Yes, just like that…"

The gloves went inches above his wrists. They were supple and nice. He wiggled his fingers, admiring them.

Mrs Driver appeared behind him, holding a long pink silk ribbon in her right hand.

"Hands behind your back, please, Jessica!"

Geoffrey complied with the request, and he was not surprised to feel the ribbon encircling them.

"Just a little make-up and you will be ready…"

She had grabbed a chair and sat next to him. He looked at her and grunted in disapproval when he saw the pair of clippers in her hand.

"Don't be silly, Jessica, I'm not going to cut your hair, it is fine as it is, we'll take care of it just after… Your eyebrows need trimming, so your eyes are even more beautiful… Close your eyes for now!"

The buzzing of the motor did not last over two minutes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw she had done just what she had told. His eyebrows were thinner, and their curve was more graceful. Next, she applied some pink eye shadow, and used mascara to lengthen his already long eyelashes.

"Make-up should be sparse; a girl should never overdo it. Once we do no longer need to keep you gagged, I'll teach you the rule of foundation. But at present, there's just one more thing to do and we'll be done. Well, my mistake, make that two…"

She went to the closet, out from which she took a wig. It was Geoffrey's hair colour! She gathered his long hair in big strands that she stuck against his skull with a few hairpins, and then she put the wig on.

It had hair that flowed all the way down to his shoulders, with a wide bang going across his forehead. It did not look unnatural, and even though Geoffrey did not recognise Jessica as himself, he thought she was not too bad-looking. Mrs Driver got herself between him and the mirror once more, as she leaned towards his face.

"This time, my girl, I assure you it is the final touch, and then we'll get dinner!"

She had grabbed some red lipstick, and she started painting the tape over his mouth. As she pulled away, he could only admire the joyful red smile she had drawn. He really seemed cheerful!

"You're the prettiest doll, Jessica! It's high time Alice gets to see how attractive a girl you are!"

  

10. A quiet dinner

They went downstairs, and Geoffrey amazed Mrs Driver with the skill he displayed to walk on high heels. As they entered the large kitchen and dining room, Alice shrieked with delight as she saw "Jessica".

"Oh, Mommy Driver, Jessica looks so good. She has such a nice smile! I'm glad she decided to become a girl, it's like I'm going to have a little sister…"

Geoffrey did not comment in any manner. He had very mixed feelings: he was appalled at the way the women treated him, but seeing Alice smile, seeing a happy Alice after he had seen her so upset and angry in the morning was also a real eye candy.

They sat him on a chair, and using carefully folded coils of rope laying on the next one, they tied him up to it. He was amazed at the speed and the craft they showed, working as a team, for in the end it was not overly tight, yet he could foster no hope of getting free. How long had they done such a thing?

"Well, Alice, I think that, as it is a very important day for Jessica, but also for us, we should celebrate. Why don't you fetch a bottle of champagne?"

Alice went to a set of shelves that she opened. It was actually the door to the cellar. "They even have secret passages…" Geoffrey marvelled, feeling like a heroine of these 18^th century novels by Richardson he had read with great interest… A heroine? No, he had to chase away the thought! He was Geoffrey, and he complied with their insane demands only so that he could foil their evil plans! And, maybe, a bit also because these clothes felt nice…

Soon, Alice was back and she cracked open the bottle of champagne. She poured the sparkling liquid in two flute glasses. Geoffrey grunted, as he would have liked to have a taste of this luxury drink.

"No, Jessica, I'm afraid you're too young to drink alcoholic beverages." Mrs Driver gently rebuked him. "But we'll drink to your good health! Cheers!" Both women had a sip, and Mrs Driver went on:

"As you've heard earlier as I was talking with Edna, we are going to teach you out of your male habits, because we think it is the best thing that may happen to boys who have unhealthy manners. I don't want to have to change your sheets everyday!"

She giggled, which made Geoffrey uncomfortable.

"In concrete terms, we'll keep you restrained so you don't do any of the foolish things that are to be expected from those of your kind, and we'll keep you gagged because a good girl is best seen not heard. This will last a few weeks, until we can be certain that you have changed, and I may trust you to be obedient. Apparently you're a nice little lamb, but it takes time and strict discipline to get rid of some of your probable natural tendencies. Then you will be trained as a proper young lady. There are quite a few things that I'm quite sure you don't know, like sewing, housecleaning, and such, so there is lot of work to be done ahead. I guess by the time you are eighteen, you will be what you should be."

This final riddle puzzled Geoffrey, but he nodded in approval, drawing further praises from the women. They had both finished their second glass of champagne, and they sounded a bit tipsy, and quite joyful.

"Poor Jessica must be very hungry, for she skipped lunch; will you take care of her, Alice, please?"

"But of course, Mommy Driver, I'd be glad to do just that…"

Geoffrey's thick gag was removed, but he was reminded that "she" was best seen, not heard, and that he was not to talk. Alice spoon-fed him with salad, and then minced meat and peas. He was quite happy with that, and felt honoured that he got to eat before she did.

They were having ice-cream for dessert when the door bell rang.

"Will you get that for me, Alice?" Mrs Driver asked. "I'll mind Jessica…"

She barely had time to give Geoffrey the last two spoonfuls, before Alice came back followed by their caller. It was Andrea, still wearing the same blue cloak.

"There is a note pinned to her cape, Mommy."

"Then, why don't you just give it to me?"

Alice unpinned a sheet of paper that had been carefully folded in four and fixed above her bosom. Geoffrey was wondering why Andrea did not deliver her message orally, for, from where he was, facing her, he could see she was not gagged, as he could make out a set of luscious red lips under the hood.

  

11. An evening visitor

Mommy Driver read the note out loud.

"Dear Mrs Driver, I thought Jessica would benefit from some educational tools I had at home, hence I asked Andrea to come and give them to you. Also to let you know that I feel a bit sad about her getting in such a bind and that despite her punishment, she should be able to share the company of young people, her being with an old woman like me all the time, as I know you may be trusted to supervise what's going on. So she may stay over at your place for a little while, if that's convenient for you. Would you just be kind enough to give me a ring when you send her back, so that I'm sure she does not loaf as she is regrettably prone to? Best regards, Mrs Gilligham."

"Dang, these women sound formal," Geoffrey thought. Mrs Driver raised her eyes from the note and had a look at Andrea, who had remained quite still, having the same grin on her face the whole time the note had been read. "Take off her cloak, Alice; I'm afraid Andrea won't be able to do it on her own…" Alice did as she was told, and loosened the knotted ribbon doing the folds of the long cloak up, and she removed it. Geoffrey understood better about her smiling red lips, and her silence.

She was wearing another fiendish device to keep her mute. It was a bit like the baby dummies that had been used in the afternoon, except this time there was no ring, it was just a wide flesh coloured, eight-shaped wide dummy plate, plated with some rubber lips. The wide satin ribbons that fastened it inside Andrea's mouth also blended in quite well with her skin's colour, making the deception complete.

"So where is this parcel you're supposed to deliver?"

Andrea turned around. She held a large brown paper bag in her hands, which were still tied behind her back. Alice picked it up, and handed it to Mrs Driver.

"That's quite a pleasant idea, and Edna has also been very kind to let you come over for a while. Now, let me see what's in here…"

Geoffrey was also anxious to see what was in store for him. After such an eventful day, he knew the worst could be expected… But there was not much he could do at the moment, so he had to endure. His time would come…

The first item puzzled him briefly, until Mrs Driver had turned it over and over. It was a triangular translucent plastic shell, with three long ribbons attached to each angle. Once he realised how it curved inwards, he realised it was a bit like the box used in some sports, to prevent damage to the crotch area. But of course, its purpose here was to protect him from himself…

"How thoughtful from Edna! This will prevent Jessica from dirtying her bed by rubbing herself on the sheets, even with her hands tied up! My, my, Jessica, you will avoid punishments and dirty thoughts. What's next, then? Oh some cute baby reins, isn't this pink patent leather just lovely, Alice?"

"Yes, Mommy Driver, it is a very cute harness. This too will prevent Jessica from doing naughty things! And what do you think, Jessica?"

"It's really nice, you're right."

"Good girl! I knew we'd achieve some results with you…"

Geoffrey was wondering where all these straps went, for it was an intricate piece of leather work, with buckles and loops all over. At the same time, he knew he would find out early enough.

Another item was taken out from the bag. Geoffrey shuddered, as he identified what it was right away. It was the very same gag Andrea wore! Mrs Driver stood and came behind him.

"Open up, Jessica, you've got to try out Mrs Gilligham's present…"

He parted his lips, and the large rubber pear was stuck into his mouth. There was some sort of mouthpiece at the front, so his lips were taken between two layers of thin rubber? As Mrs Driver fastened the straps behind his neck, he understood the need for such protection, as the strap pulled the front plate tightly against the outside of his lips. He heard the click of the padlock. He was mute.

Then Mrs Driver took out an envelope out from the paper bag. It was not sealed, and she got two paper sheets covered in handwriting out from them.

"This is entitled 'My Name is Andrea'. You've written your biography, sweetie?"

Andrea nodded. "So, could you read it to us? Alice, remove her dummy, so she may entertain us with her storytelling…"

Andrea meekly shook her head 'No', and Mrs Driver raised an eyebrow, but before she could scold her, Alice explained the reason for her refusal.

"I think it won't be possible, Mommy. The buckle has a little padlock over it, I can't remove it…"

"So, I'll ask you to read it to us, Alice." She handed out the letter to her. Alice started reading, and it was real treat for Geoffrey to listen to her, even better than ice cream. "What a melodious voice!" he marvelled. He listened, totally enraptured by the tone.

  

11b. Andrea's tale

"August 17^th, 2005. This is my niece Andrea's confession in writing of the misdeeds which caused her to come and live in my custody. She has toiled heavily over the last week to write, review, and edit it so I'm pleased with her story. People she meets may thus learn who she is, and understand the kind of education she is receiving. This is the final draft.

Edna Gilligham.

My name used to be Andrew. I was born in Wicklow, Ireland on May10th, 1988. My mother raised me on her own, for she got divorced before I was one. I have never met my father. When I had to move on to secondary school, my mom sent me to a boarding school in Dublin. It was very nice; I got to play a lot of football, and to take art classes which I liked a lot. I got along well with other students and with the staff as well. Three years ago, I discovered I enjoyed women's lingerie.

What I mean is that I enjoy wearing it as much as I enjoy watching ladies who wear it. On a week-end, back at home, I had tried on some of my mother's lacy silk knickers, and it was a really arousing experience. I could not take them with me, for my mother would have seen they were missing, so I thought about ways to get some for me. Having very little pocket money, I decided I would shoplift them.

Every Tuesday night, there was this art class that took place outside the school. I had roughly a half hour of free time before the class started, and near the art school, there was a big department store. I first snatched a pair of black satiny knickers. It was amazingly easy smuggling them into my portfolio. It soon became a habit, every one or two months, to steal knickers or stockings. I wore them everyday, usually with white cotton briefs on top on days I had football practice.

I had to be very cautious to clean them up, but until May 24^th of this year, nobody ever got a clue about my peculiar mania. On that fateful day, a sales clerk caught me with a silk garter belt and the matching silk stocking. They called the school; my closet was searched before they even came to pick me up and my secret hideout was discovered. There were twelve pairs of knickers, two garter belts and ten pairs of stockings. That very day, I was expelled from school for shoplifting. My mom came to pick me up, and she discovered at the same time that I was a cross dresser and a thief. Strangely enough, the school let me take my loot with me, because they did not want to have the store press charges against one of their students."

Geoffrey felt sorry for Andrea, who had to stand the humiliation of such a story being told to total strangers. Alice kept on reading in a very neutral tone: "Back home, Mom had her sister on the phone. Her sister lives on her own in Birmingham. My aunt Edwina is fifteen years older than Mom, in fact she's the one who raised her, for my grandmother died as my mom was only three years old, and she was also a single mother. I had seen her only a few times since I was a child, we had visited her to spend Christmas at her house.

She explained the situation, and when she hung up, she said Aunt Edna would be glad to have me over for the summer so she could teach me a few good manners. The very next day, we took the ferry and drove to Birmingham. My mother was still mad, and we almost did not talk during the journey. We got to my aunt's late in the evening, and I did not talk much then either, but my mom and my aunt lectured me a lot about honesty, truthfulness, and juvenile delinquents who had to be put under strict control. They basically said I could be happy not to be in jail.

My mother left right after breakfast the next morning. We had a talk with Aunt Edna. She wanted to know more about this habit of mine. I let her know I had my special wardrobe with me; she was surprised they had not confiscated it. She asked me to clean up the breakfast table, and she went upstairs. She rushed back three minutes later, brandishing a pair of purple silk knickers; I had worn them the previous night, and I had masturbated in them.

'You, filthy, disgusting pervert! Enjoying girls' clothing is one thing I may understand, but indulging in unhealthy habits is something I won't tolerate…' my aunt yelled. She threw the soiled knickers on the table, and handed me another black pair. 'Go put these on and nothing else…' she ordered. I didn't try to protest, as I was so ashamed of disappointing her. "

At that point of the story, Geoffrey thought of the women's obsession with masturbation. It was ludicrous. Everybody knew that teenagers did such things! And there seemed to be an M.O. going on. Some logic to their madness… Andrea's story continued, Alice reading on with a very neutral tone, in spite of the strange content.

"… My aunt tied me to a kitchen chair. She used white ropes, and I was very strictly restrained. She noticed I was displaying some arousal, so she interviewed me lengthily about my experience in being tied up. I confessed to her that with some of my football team friends, we had had quite a few occasions to play tie-up games. She had me confess about it, and then she shoved my soiled knickers inside my mouth and taped it shut. I stayed tied up and gagged for the entire next week. I was released only for cleaning up, and my gag was removed only at meal times.

After a week, my aunt decided that I should start training as a maid, to be helpful and to do my share of the chores. She had bought me a very nice maid outfit, and she had some restraints that limited my moves but allowed me to perform housecleaning tasks. Then at the end of July, she started to provide me with formal education, to make up for me missing school. So I was no longer tied up when I did my school work or that I performed my maid's duties. I receive lessons in maths, home economics, suing and English. I have to keep a diary, and my aunt has me read lots of interesting books.

Last week, she told me that she had agreed with my mother that my in-her-house-education would last until I turn eighteen, so I will live in Birmingham until next May. I'm very pleased with that.

Signed: Andrea Mcildouney."

   

12. Getting ready for the night

"That's a very well read story, Alice. Thank you, Andrea, for sharing such an educational tale with us; I'm certain Jessica in particular will benefit from it. As for your other stories, I'll ask Mrs Gilligham that you come back and read them to us at a later time, when you're not being punished." Mrs Driver said. She turned to the clock, and exclaimed: "It's getting quite late, girls, maybe Andrea should get going, and Jessica needs to go to bed, for she has a long day ahead tomorrow."

Geoffrey moaned in distress at the thought.

"Glad you approve, Jessica." the old lady cooed.

Alice had already put her cloak back over Andrea's shoulders, carefully knotting the ribbons under her chin in a big fat bow. Both women left with Andrea, and Geoffrey was left on his own. He tried to get out of his bonds, but even with lots of time, he doubted he could. The knots were out of reach, and the ropes were carefully wrapped so there was very little he could do. It did not hurt; nevertheless he was starting to feel a bit numb. He heard Mrs Driver speaking on the phone, and the entrance door being pushed close. They came back into the kitchen.

"Wasn't that an edifying story?" Mrs Driver asked. "There are quite a few very instructive facts in this tale. I approve of Mrs Gilligham's methods to tone down all the nasty aspects of maleness. It reinforces me in thinking we have chosen the right way to help you out, Jessica. Now, I think you'll have all the time to think about it over the next few days. It's high time we put you in bed."

They released him from his ropes. He was slightly numb, so there was very little chance he would try anything. But Mrs Driver had already taken a hold of the leather harness, and put him into it. Three straps encircled his torso horizontally, one above his fake breasts, one below, and one at his waist, and two long vertical strips held the whole thing together, running from the front and bottom to the back and bottom, while serving also as shoulder straps. They buckled up behind and there were several leather cuffs sewn onto each of the horizontal straps to keep his arms pinned to his body in a number of ways. They chose to restrain them in his back, for the time being, and he heard some clicking sound in his back.

Mrs Driver had just attached a matching leather leash to the harness. "Off we go, Jessica! I follow you upstairs." So Geoffrey led the way upstairs, where he was made to stop in the toilets. She pulled his bloomers down, and left him relieve himself. Once he had grunted "yes" to her asking if he was done, she came and wiped him, finishing her job with scented baby wipes. To Geoffrey's horror, Mrs Driver then put him in the soft plastic box. She first tied the two top ribbons around his waist, and then she pulled the bottom one between his legs, to end up with all three ribbons tied in a big bow behind. The rigid plastic kept his genitals protected in case of a very unlikely shock, but also from enjoying the soft caress of the soft sheets, Geoffrey realised.

"Alice honey, could you take over and see Jessica to bed?" Mrs Driver yelled to the blonde girl who was still downstairs. She was almost immediately there, and Geoffrey, dressed as a girl, still wearing his rubber gag with the plastic smile design, harnessed in some sort of baby reins, was handed to the girl. She grabbed the leash, and told him to go to the bathroom. She removed the strap covering his lower face, after having reminded him again he was to remain silent, and she brushed his teeth, while talking very gently to him. Geoffrey closed his eyes.

It was the first time somebody brushed his teeth for him, and he thought that he would like Alice to take care of other hygienic tasks involving other body parts. Once she was done, she cleaned up the rubber bulb that had filled his mouth for the last hour or so, and she put it back into place, crying out in admiration over his obedient mouth opening. He was then led to his room. She first took care of his legs, removing his shoes, his stockings, and his bloomers. Then she put him in a pair of silk pyjama trousers, and hobbled his legs with pink leather cuffs linked with chains at his ankles and above his knees. Then she took care of everything above his waist.

Geoffrey was extremely cooperative, because he planned to get the women to drop their guard, and also because he could not help being moved by being into Alice's hands. He knew that any resistance would bring Mrs Driver into play, and he had to avoid it. He had never actually been so close to Alice. He felt her warmth, he could smell her, and the light touch of her fingers dressing him in pink silk caused him to have thoughts he had never imagined he could have… He was glad, at least at this moment, that he was wearing the plastic "jock strap", it was much less embarrassing than the bloomers as he was handled by Alice.

He was eventually dressed from neck to ankles in pink silk. The pyjama top was a blouse that buttoned up the back. Then Alice fastened a wide leather belt on his chest, rid of the fake breasts and as flat as it had been before his late afternoon dressing up. There were two cuffs in front, in which his hands were put, so he had his arms folded across his chest. She had him hobble up in bed, and a final strap, one end chained to the headboard, was linked to the back of the chest belt. Alice did not comment, but made sure he was comfortable in bed, and she carefully tucked him in.

"Mommy Driver! I'm done!"

Mrs Driver came into the room.

"Jessica looks just adorable! And you made sure tonight she would NOT do anything naughty! Thank you so much, Alice, for taking such good care of her. Oh! Before we forget! The gag…"

Alice leaned over and removed the strap first, then took the gag out from Geoffrey's mouth. At least he would be able to sleep without the humiliation of being gagged…

"Here you go, darling!" Mrs Driver said as she handed Alice a roll of flesh-coloured 2-inch tape. The blonde girl took it, and after having carefully wiped the boy's lips with a cotton handkerchief, and whispered in his ear he was to behave, she took two small strips to plaster an X over his lips.

"You see, Jessica, this is more a reminder of your obligation to silence than an actual way to mute you. But if you got sick during the night, it is important you may be able to get your mouth free quickly. Of course, such a favour should not be a motive for abuse on your part. If I notice tomorrow morning you've messed up with the tape for no reason, I'll retaliate…"

"She means it," Alice whispered into his ear as she was laying a fifth strip of tape. His mouth was fully covered, and she smoothed it over his skin to make it adhere well.

"A good night to you, Jessica!" Mrs Driver said as the women were taking leave. The touch of the girl's finger over his lips subsided and he soon fell asleep, determined to escape from all these weird treatments, and at the same time dreaming to take Alice away with him, yet knowing full well that freedom would mean losing her…

 

13. No way out?

The next morning saw the beginning of a bizarre daily routine. Geoffrey was dressed as a girl, groomed meticulously, and kept restrained and gagged most of the time. He was the witness to a peaceful domestic life, and he was well taken care of, but a bit as if he was an expensive pet. He did not have to do anything, but watch TV, with carefully selected programs, the cooking programs, Fashion TV, and everything that was stereotypically deemed as woman's stuff. There were exercise sessions, with stretching and limbering-up exercises, some bodybuilding, in particular of calves and ankles so he'd be comfortable walking in high-heel shoes.

He had to don various outfits, dresses, skirts, petticoats, blouses, all pink, purple, green, and all made of shiny materials such as satin nylon or silk. Mrs Driver had sewn several garments to his size. Then he was made to parade in them, giving a private fashion show to Mrs Driver and Alice. He still felt being a captive was wrong, but as days went, there was also comfort in having nothing to think about. And being taken care of by Alice was just pure bliss! And as he grew more and more docile, Mrs Driver said one evening during dinner that there would be some softening of the rules very soon. Geoffrey then thought that his time to escape was coming…

The next day was a gray and rainy one. The routine went on, and even more strictly when Mrs Driver noticed that one of Geoffrey's stockings was laddered. It earned him a two-hour stay at the pole, a punishment he had avoided until then. So, a little after breakfast, dressed in his shortest skirt, wearing his highest-heeled boots and his tightest fitting blouse, Geoffrey had ended up trussed up to the beam in the living room; Mrs Driver had not limited her use of ropes, for not only his ankles, knees, upper thighs, waist chest and shoulders were circled with the thick cord, but several strands had then been used in a criss-cross pattern to link the various ropes to each other and to the beam, turning Geoffrey into a genuine damsel in distress.

His silk-filled mouth and the scarves tightly holding the packing into his mouth, and covering his lower face made him once again a silent witness to whatever went on around the room. One hour at the most had gone by when the doorbell rang. Mrs Driver went to open it. It could be the milkman giving the invoice, or the postman bringing a parcel… But Geoffrey soon heard that it was no one this usual who was at the front door.

"Mrs Driver, good morning! I'm Lydia Winthrop, from the city's social services. I was around for another visit, and I thought I'd call on young Geoffrey Evans. May I come in?"

"You certainly may, Mrs Winthrop. Please come in, don't stay out in the rain! I'm afraid I'll have to take you to the kitchen, I've just cleaned the living-room carpet, and it will take a little while to dry… Would you care for a cup of tea?"

"Sure!"

Geoffrey could hear the two women going down the hall; of course, both living-room doors were closed. But as he could hear them talking, maybe they would hear him grunting, especially this Mrs Winthrop? So he called as loud as he could, but the gag had not been put on him just to look good, it also reduced his attempts to a very low noise.

Throughout the conversation between the two women that he overheard, coming from the kitchen, he mewed as loudly as possible in the hope that Mrs Winthrop would find out what was going on.

"So Mrs Winthrop, I'm glad to meet you, but I'm afraid you won't get to meet Geoffrey this morning. He's gone to the dentist…"

"Oh, is that right? Did he have any problems that have been left unattended while he was staying in the previous institution?"

"No, not at all. But he just said he had had no routine check for over a year, and I'm quite concerned with the boy keeping a healthy and clean mouth."

Geoffrey mewed even louder at this outrageous lie, but obviously he could not be heard.

"So, will he be here this afternoon? I'm in the area all day, and I could come back sometimes between two and three…"

"Yes, please do, he'll be there, and I'm quite glad to see that there is concern for him. He's been so poorly treated over the last few months that it can only do the but a wealth of good to see he's well taken care of."

The conversation went on for several minutes on topics as interesting as the weather, and how education had grown to be so difficult, but ten minutes later, Mrs Winthrop had walked out from the house, and the entrance door got slammed shut.

Mrs Driver entered the living-room, and looked at Geoffrey.

"Naughty Jessica, you've been trying to attract attention. You've got a little bit more to learn in the field of modesty…"

She picked up the phone:

"Edna? We've got a little situation on our hands… Yes, I'll need you to help me out with Jessica… Could you manage to get Jeremy to come over here this afternoon…?" Geoffrey was really puzzled as to what Mrs Gilligham could be saying as Mrs Driver thoughtfully listened to her on the phone. And who was Jeremy?

"Fine, my dear, yes, come at one, we should be ready. Thanks again for understanding and being there when you're needed."

She hung up.

"A little change in your schedule, Jessica. I think you'll enjoy your stay with Ed… uh, Mrs Gilligham!"

The grunt she got in reply did not sound much like an agreement.

"I can't keep you here for the afternoon and risk having you manage to bring attention to yourself in any sill manner you may make up. But Mrs Gilligham will be glad to look over you. Jeremy will be here at two so Mrs Winthrop will see a perfectly healthy and balanced Geoffrey; and if Mrs Winthrop is a bit deaf, Jeremy might have fine ears, it would be a bit risky to keep you in the cellar. Plus I would like Mrs Winthrop to visit the entire house…"

So it was the plan to get a substitute for him! And to hide him somewhere else! How devious!

"And while you're over there, it will give Edna the opportunity to give you a little training. She has had tremendous improvements with Andrea, and I bet she will manage some good amelioration on you, Jessica… I'm rather disappointed that I have to resort to such measures, but I would have imagined that by now you would modestly let me take over in such a situation, and do your part by waiting quietly! "

  

14. Geoffrey's on his way out…

And three hours later, Geoffrey was ready for Mrs Gilligham. He was wearing a cute mauve tight-fitting dress, and he was trussed-up like a turkey. His arms were carefully roped to his torso, slightly pulled behind him, so his arms almost blended in with his body. His mouth was packed with silk, and his lips smoothened by the taut stretching of the white tape over them. The tape was covering his lower face and his bulging cheeks because Alice had not saved any necessary tensing of the various turns of the soft sticky material. After a 45-minute wait, Mrs Gilligham was let in, holding large bags in each hand.

"Good afternoon Edwina, how are you? So let me see the little problem we have…"

She stepped right in front of an indignant Geoffrey, and grabbed his chin with three fingers, holding his head so she looked right onto his eyes.

"Jessica, my girl, I'm afraid I'm might sound like I always say the same thing, but we know ways to make ourselves understood from sissies like you… I, in particular, have already achieved certain results that are rather amazing with other she-males. I'm proud to give a hand in countering certain tendencies you may display… and a little stay with Andrea and I could allow you to learn a few useful skills… But first of all, I need to get you there."

She had put down her bag, and she picked up a first small device.

It was a thin bracelet of shiny black leather. But it did not go to his wrist. Mrs Gilligham handed it to Alice, and ordered:

"Alice! Wrap his boy's naughty bits as we've shown you!"

Alice took the leather strap with a ring sewn in the middle. She minced up to him, and before she knelt down to perform her dressing task, she whispered: "Don't worry, this won't hurt."

She was facing the generous tent that stretched his bloomers. She buckled the bracelet, and pushed it against the shiny material, sliding it over Geoffrey's satin-lined sex, so the ring was pulling the bloomers tight against the thin turgid cock. Once she had reached the pubis, she buckled the bracelet tight, so it was at the base of his scrotum under which the ring hung. His member was now sticking out, all the more than Alice's fingers had not softened it at all. Three pairs of eyes were gazing at the impressive display of lust, and he could hear silent sniggers before verbal ones were uttered.

"It seems Jessica enjoys Alice taking care of her. That's a good thing. I hope she will like Andrea's company also, I like it when girls get along well, for they usually do less silly things. And I've trained Andrea to be rather easygoing." Mrs Gilligham cooed, "so Jessica should still be as noticeably delighted in her hands…"

Geoffrey grunted in displeasure at the remark. He was being made fun of for being mistreated in the first place, with the obscene way his sex was wrapped and let out in the open, for the dress had not been pulled down over it. And it would certainly not go down on its own…

Mrs Gilligham took over. She had a latex mask in her hands, and she plastered it over Geoffrey's face, which had already a generous amount of tape covering its lower part, to keep a couple silk scarves from being spitted out. There was some glue-like material inside, for it immediately stuck to his skin. There were holes for the eyes and nostrils, and it came down to his throat.

"It fits you very nicely, Jessica. Well, Edwina, your measurements were quite accurate. And now, your nice hair! I can't wait for the day we can use your own beautiful hair, but it is still a bit short at the moment…"

So they had teamed up to imagine all these wicked treatments and design these kinky accessories! Geoffrey was flabbergasted, but the little grunt he emitted could not have conveyed one percent of the actual anger that was running through him at that moment.

She then took a powder puff. She did his eyelids softly. She then set up a stranger device yet that she took out from one of the bags. It was a pair of plastic arms held together by wide leather straps. She pulled it over Geoffrey's head, with one strap coming up front and one in the back, so the arms would replace those that were solidly tied up. Further straps were buckled so the arms stayed where they were meant to be, with shoulder straps, and others running below his armpits.

Mrs Gilligham then handed leather cuffs to Alice, who knelt down to untie his legs and then hobble them above and below the knees, with two or three inches of chains linking the leather rings. Next she threaded cables from the cuffs at the back of his thighs to the fake arms strap covering his shoulder blades.

"Walk, Jessica!" Mrs Gilligham ordered. Geoffrey abode, and he took a few steps. The arms were subtly swinging in synch with his legs, as if he were actually walking with his arms free. He understood what they were getting at… But as it had involved Alice groping his legs, it had not been that bad…

There was more to the already complex outfit, as Mrs Gilligham had then ordered Alice to fetch the "punneer". From the accent and the stress put on the word, Geoffrey figured it had to be yet another exotic word. Once this thing had been brought and fitted on him, he knew from experience what it was. A bell-shaped device, this was a pannier, with a belt surrounding his waist and whale bones coming all the way under his knees. But the full use of this became known to Geoffrey only once two more items got put into play. First a nylon thread, fishing line he had thought was tied to the ring under his ball sack.

From there, it ran down to come back up from underneath the pannier. Its end was attached to a ring that Mrs Gilligham slipped on her finger. She gave a gentle tug, and the strap encircling his privates pulled on his balls, causing some discomfort.

"Now Jessica, I'll stay nice, as long as you act nice. You understand how I could possibly inflict you pain…"

She had used a meaningful tone, and Geoffrey knew she would not hesitate pulling much harder. He stood still.

"Alice, would you be kind enough to bring Jessica her rubber mac? We don't want her to get wet…"

Once the raincoat had been put on her, and that Geoffrey caught a glimpse of "Jessica" in the entrance hall mirror, he saw how fiendish this all outfit was, for nothing could give the slightest hint to a passer-by that he was severely restrained and gagged, and with a massive erection floating freely, hidden by the pannier that kept the raincoat from clinging to his skin from the waist down.

"Goodbye, Jessica!" Mrs Driver greeted him. Alice even gave him a gentle peck on his masked cheek. The door opened, he felt a slight tug down below, and he had to follow this abject Mrs Gilligham out in the street.

   

15. Walking to Mrs Gilligham's lair

The hobbles and the high heels did not really help to start racing with Mrs Gilligham as they walked out the house. The threat of having his testicles squeezed did not help either. So he minced behind her, with the unpleasant feeling that he was her poodle on a leash. Or whatever pet that you could deviously hold by the balls.

"Don't worry, we're almost home, it's only three houses away…"

As they passed the small gate and turned right into the street, they fell face to face with a police constable. Geoffrey could not believe his luck and started to grunt to attract attention. But what he heard got him awestruck.

"Oh, good afternoon, Officer Riley, how are you doing?"

Geoffrey felt the thread being pulled, ever so slightly so as he felt a threat but no actual pain, and a look from Mrs Gilligham told him he'd better behave…

"Mrs Gilligham, hello! How are you today? Rain in August! That's annoying, uh?"

"That's not really as if we're not used to it. May I introduce to you my niece, Jessica? The poor soul is speech-impaired, but she's a very bright young lady, she's a lot of help to have around…"

"Mmmmm…"

Geoffrey did grunt again, but it was misunderstood as an attempt at greeting. He felt the tension on his genitals increase a bit, and he stopped making noise through his tight, pitiless gag.

"Nice to meet you Jessica," the police constable said, "I hope you have a nice stay with Mrs Gilligham…" He then turned to Mrs Gilligham:

"It seems you like having your nieces around, how is Andrea, by the way?"

"Oh, she's just fine, she's watching her favourite soap opera as we speak, I guess. That's her little leisure activity in the day. She has lots of things to do otherwise, as she came to stay with me to learn things her mother is at a loss to teach her."

They were interrupted by the coming of a boy, who was heading towards Mrs Driver's house.

"Hello, Geoffrey, how are you today?" Mrs Gilligham cooed. The boy was Geoffrey's height, and he looked about the same age. "Officer Riley, meet Geoffrey, Mrs Driver's new foster son."

There was a quick exchange between the boy and the police constable, who then took leave and went on down the pavement, considering his socializing duties were done. "Geoffrey" entered Mrs Driver's garden, and went to ring the bell.

The "leash" had remained taut, and the real Geoffrey was desperate. Another chance at escaping these crazy women was gone. Mrs Gilligham had pulled out of this situation with an incredible ease. And now she towed him towards her own house. He could not help but follow her in the front garden and inside the house once she had opened the door. She let him in, before it was shut again and locked.

"So you thought you'd try to get Officer Riley to free you, didn't you? Why would we take such care in restraining you if it were useless? I hate to tell you that, but we've got you under control, and since I am the one in charge for the moment, I will see to it that I get it through your head… Before you get the well-deserved penalty for your foolishness, I'd like you to greet Andrea."

She pulled him behind her and they entered the living-room. The house was the same as Mrs Driver's, but it was symmetrically laid out. Geoffrey could see that the old hag had not lied to the police constable. Andrea was actually watching TV, and as it turned out Days of Our Lives was on. But there was not much else Andrea could have done, for she was stringently strapped to the armchair she was sitting in, a thick gag covering her mouth. The chair seemed to be especially designed for the purpose of accommodating a captive viewer.

"So here is Andrea, and as she's been nice today, I allowed her to watch some TV."

Mrs Gilligham prodded Geoffrey next to a chair. She removed his raincoat and the pannier, which she carefully folded and put away. Then she sat him on the chair and used ropes to truss him up. She tightened them carefully, and with four long pieces of rope she soon had him making one with the chair.

"You will get a penalty for having tried to warn Officer Riley, plus you've also made a fuss this morning with Mrs Driver. So I deem it wise to have you take a little time on your own to meditate on your silly behaviour. A whole afternoon should do…"

She then pushed the chair, which had small wheels to its legs, out in the entrance hall. There was a closet underneath the stairs that she put him into.

"I hope a little time by yourself in the dark will get you to think differently…"

And she closed the door, leaving him all by himself in the narrow space that smelled of wax and detergents. In the broom closet! What kind of statement was she trying to make?

Geoffrey sat patiently, once he had made sure he would not be able to escape the ropes Mrs Gilligham had so skilfully knotted. He thought about Andrea and Alice. They had some really strange, uneventful lives… Uneventful? It was not the proper attribute. It was homely, but not uneventful, with Mrs Driver and Gilligham's wits put into it. And Geoffrey had been able to witness how Alice had it good. He wondered at times if his coming had not diverted Mrs Driver's disciplinarian attention from her. And Mrs Gilligham's attention was not any looser.

"I thought of something…" she claimed as she suddenly opened the door, Geoffrey being almost focused enough on something else. She did not want him to forget her, apparently.

"I forgot about the rule of the house: inside, the girls' gags should be visible."

She tied a folded scarf tightly over his mask, further constricting his face.

"I didn't hear you say 'Thank You', Jessica!" Edna Gilligham emphasised joyfully.

"Mmmmbllmm!" was all poor Geoffrey could reply.

The door was closed anew; long enough this time to have Geoffrey let his mind wander wherever he wanted. And he got to thinking about surrendering to the two women. To be kept dressed as a doll, a doll the Alice would play with… The mere thought of Alice, her eyes, her smile, her smell overpowered Geoffrey. He almost forgot the uncomfortable bind he was in. He had lost any conscience of time when Andrea came to release him.

  

16. Training with Mrs Gilligham

Ten minutes later he was in the living room, standing in front of Mrs Gilligham. He was still dressed the same, his arms tightly trussed to his torso, the thick gag over (and under!) the mask that was still on…

"Here we are, Jessica! You've paid your penalty so it's time to get started on your education."

Geoffrey nodded obediently.

"Good girl! You've grown to learn that obedience is rewarded, and a defiant attitude is to be punished. Look at Andrea. She went a full day and a half without having to be tied up. That was last week. And today, she was tied up for only two hours, as I had to fetch you."

Geoffrey thought Andrea looked good indeed. She did not suffer from severe mistreatment or denutrition apparently.

"I want to acknowledge a few facts at this point. Jessica, we want to help you get rid of your lowest male instincts. But there is a part of your manhood we'll never get out, as you haven't stopped being really hard down there."

She pointed at his "bulging" bloomers. She had not removed the leather ring, so he was still as obscene as could be, for Mrs Gilligham's delight.

"This thing" she pronounced contemptibly, "has to be purged once in a while. It is a way to keep little buggers like you in line. Andrea, would you help him out?"

Andrea kneeled in front of Geoffrey; she removed the leather ring, pulled his bloomers down, and started massaging his long cock with her satin-gloved hands. She got him to orgasm a first time, and collected his semen in a long thin jar. She started over. The whole session lasted over two hours, with Andrea caressing him more and more intimately. The jar was one third full. Mrs Gilligham and went to the kitchen.

"Time for a snack!" she shouted. Andrea removed all the layers over his face one by one.

Mrs Gilligham handed her a baby bottle. Andrea sat Geoffrey down on a chair; she sat on his lap and started feeding him the baby food-like content of the bottle. He was almost done.

"How did you like your boy seed?" Mrs Gilligham smirked.

What? Geoffrey got into a flash what was going on. The worst was that it had been really nice to have this baby bottle…

"Andrea, would you please show Jessica the outfit I want her to wear for the training session?"

"Sure, Mommy Gilligham. Like that, I will get some help…"

It was not long before her words got clearer, once Geoffrey had been fitted in his maid outfit. Now he was to do domestic chores, and they had a costume for it! It consisted in an all purple set of clothing, including a blouse, an apron, a skirt, and high-heeled rubber boots. Andrea removed his restraints to be able to put each item on. It was fitting, though not loose in any manner. From the upstairs bedroom where the change had taken place, he was brought back in the living room, held on a leash by Andrea.

"This first-grade maid uniform fits you perfectly, Jessica. I hope one day you may wear the same black as Andrea, the second-grade one!"

Only then did Geoffrey notice Andrea's sexy outfit was the same as his, except in another colour! She was all in black, except her apron that was immaculately white.

"So you may now get a little useful, and help Andrea out. She will supervise your work and report to me any behaviour that could earn any demerits. Any flaw in your job and attitude will lead to 'tied-up time'. There are several ways to punish you with restraints. But do not get me wrong: restraints are a key element of your training, so we'll keep you restrained anyway. But you may end up spending up to six hours in a row in the dark closet you were in this afternoon. Not to mention that I know many ways to bind a young person so it becomes really annoying… But by now, you should go and help Andrea with dinner."

Mrs Gilligham stood up and removed Andrea's dummy. But she let the Irish "girl" in her maid chains. She had a set of shackles encircling her ankles, her wrists and her neck, all linked to a central ring, which was positioned at her belly button level.

"Free her legs so you can walk her to the kitchen, Andrea…" Mrs Gilligham ordered.

Geoffrey was amazed at Andrea's skill, for she managed to kneel in front of him rather easily considering her restraints. Her eyes stayed on his bloomers, to which the touch of her fingers brought a new eagerness to expand.

"We've got a very naughty Jessica, Mummy Gilligham!" the red-haired youth exclaimed. Her tone was right down sarcastic, and actually got the inflating process to switch the other way, his cock going limp at the taunting. His humiliation did not last any longer as he had to follow Andrea into the kitchen. There he watched as she commented on the proper way to cook, where everything was, and what Mrs Gilligham expected from the help she employed. As she set up showing him how to dress the table, Mrs Gilligham came in with a set of shackles.

She put them around Geoffrey's limbs. "You've got to help poor Andrea out, Jessica. Why don't YOU dress the table?"

He did, trying to remember what Andrea had said about it. The two pairs of eyes scrutinizing every single one of his moves did not really help. He had an ability to move "freely" he had not had for days, but the chains made his task all the more difficult. He was quite nervous, but eventually the plates and silverware were laid out on the table without him having broken anything. He felt rather good about it. Soon the meal was fixed, Andrea having seen to the culinary side of things, and the three of them sat down at the table.

"So Andrea, could you make a quick assessment of Geoffrey's contribution to our evening meal?"

"He put the plates on properly, but the forks are a quarter of an inch off, I think, Mummy Gilligham…" Andrea replied shyly, her eyes looking straight into her plate.

"And how many demerits does this earn, my girl?"

"I think it's three demerits, Mum…"

"Quit 'thinking', Andrea! You know I like straight answers… And I want you to act and obey, not think! You need brains to think! Do what should be done in such a case!"

She was not finished that Andrea was on her feet, rushing behind Geoffrey's chair. He could not, or rather would not prevent her from grabbing his limbs and freeing them from their chains to tie them back into place on the chair.

"Three demerits mean you have to stay tied up for forty-five minutes, Jessica." Andrea whispered in his ear. "In the closet beneath the stairs".

So after dinner, he was tied in the dark space again, still on the same chair, and the forty-five minutes felt like they would never end.

The whole going-to-bed routine was quite the same as at Mrs Driver's, but cruelly lacked the presence of Alice. Andrea was no match for Alice, even though, well, she had some good sides. So Geoffrey ended up alone, restrained in his bed, tape over his mouth sealing his lips, regretting Mrs Driver's home. Or rather, the blond angel who lived there.

  

17.Getting into the groove

The next day was one of gruelling domestic tasks. Brooms, dusters, wet rags were dutifully used by both "girls" to clean the house from top to bottom. Of course, Mrs Gilligham supervised the whole process with a keen eye. Then she had them polish the silverware, and fix lunch. Once they were done eating, each of the maids got fitted with a patent leather half-face mask. The afternoon was spent sewing, aprons and short shorts they then got to wear for the evening. Of course they were still wearing the tight purple blouses they had worn since the morning.

The black of the glittering shorts contrasted sharply with the immaculate white of the aprons, and Mrs Gilligham sniggered:

"You do look lovely, my sweet little ones… It's time you make me tea, now…"

As both male maids entered the sitting room, with the tea they were to serve, the nice half-face leather masks still holding the good-sized leather pears in their mouths, Mrs Gilligham started making an appraisal of the day's work, quite sure she would not be interrupted by any silly remark.

"It seems you girls are rather good, for you only earned a total of five demerits: that's three for you, Jessica, and two for you, Andrea. Jessica, would you fetch the ropes so I may bind you for your punishment?"

Geoffrey sheepishly went to get the large bags holding the carefully folded coils of rope. He would not even try to escape. The chains holding him, plus the clothes he was in… To say nothing of Mrs Gilligham's fine ear, which would get him caught before he even was six feet away from the front door.

So he brought the bag back, knowing no effort would be spared in making him as miserable as possible during forty-five minutes. The hog tie he was put in was kind of OK, for he was getting used to these treatments, and even getting more flexible, but it was really weird that he really started enjoying it. He tried to get any guilt out of his mind, and savoured the tightness of the ropes and the touch of the material wrapping him, as he squirmed on the plush carpet, next to Andrea who swooned equally.

She was untied after thirty minutes, only to be put in her maid shackles again, and sent back to more work. Geoffrey was glad he was left as he was, for despite all the apparent contempt he was shown, he felt that he was cared for. The abusive treatment was working…

Five minutes before his time was up, the door bell rang. It was Mrs Driver, minus Alice, to the great disappointment of Geoffrey. The women chatted for the longest time, once more telling about their strange educational ideas, until Mrs Gilligham remembered maybe Geoffrey had done his penance, and she exclaimed:

"Oh, I almost forgot about Jessica! I should have untied her forty minutes ago… We got a little bit carried away this time, Mrs D., didn't we?"

She had Andrea untie Geoffrey, and have him on his feet in his shackles.

"You look like you're doing OK, sweetie…" Mrs Driver said. "I see he's in good, firm hands, so I'll go tell Alice he's fine. She's grown fond of Jessica… But it seems this Jeremy has made a rather big impression on Alice!"

"Mmmmmphmmbblm!" Geoffrey protested, hearing the name of the lovely creature who haunted his nights, and being told she was with another boy…

"Yes, I'll tell her you like her too! You're so sweet…"

And Mrs Driver left.

The next day, Geoffrey began to fall in a routine. Maid work took all morning. Some change occurred at the beginning of the afternoon. Both sporting the same half-face mask than the previous day, the "girls" were sat to desks to which they were chained. It was "class" as Mrs Gilligham called it, the moment she had had Andrea write her so-called confession. So Geoffrey had to write about his first day at Mrs Driver's.

Andrea was assigned an essay on how to best please Mummy Gilligham. They were left at their desk for two hours, then, after a little bathroom break, they were ungagged in turns so as to read each other's text. Then Mrs Gilligham gave her appraisal and announced the number of demerits. It was two for Geoffrey and three for Andrea this time. And so, this time, Geoffrey was put back into his maid's uniform first after being released from his tight punishment bondage, and had to go fix dinner. How long this day had been, away from Alice! She had been on his mind all day, she was so close, and yet inescapably out of reach. He missed her so much.

Three days went by, in quite the same way. Geoffrey picked up the pace of the house. Yes, Mrs Gilligham was cruel and mean, but he had gotten used to the devious ways these women had. They were not really unpredictable. And he grew fonder and fonder of being restrained. It seemed he had less and less things to worry about. And all the ladies' accessories and plans were strangely comforting. He was treated as a luxury pet, and it felt much better than his previous life.

At least, all the grooming and disciplining proved they cared about him. So it went really slow, for he longed to meet Alice again, and it got to be really bland and dull. No particular event shone out of this stay. But he was extremely happy when Mrs Gilligham put him back into his original outfit, and that one hour later he was back at Mrs Driver's. And he saw Alice… The women commented on how much he had learned over at Mrs Gilligham's, who said again that if he needed extra treatments, she would be glad to provide them…

  

18. Another misadventure with dreadful consequences

"So you were taught to do household chores by Mrs Gilligham? Then you're going to help Alice around this house!"

"Oh yes, Mrs Driver, this is an excellent idea! I'd love to have Jessica give me a hand, now that she's become a perfect maid!"

"Grmmmbblmmph!" replied Geoffrey who was roped to a chair at Mrs Driver's kitchen table. He had been put into his maid uniform and model it before he was trussed up. He had had the shiny black dummy gag on for five hours now… He would have been a little disgruntled, had there not been Alice's presence. But feeling her next to him again brought him back to life.

So after the meal, that she had spoon fed him gently, he helped out for washing dishes. Well, not after she had gagged him anew with the gift she had made for his back home party. It was a dark blue satin half mask that had a sewn in silky ball to fill in his mouth. So he was once more denied a right to speech, as he was untied and put to work with washing the dishes. He got to do clean-up jobs until it was time to go to bed. This moment in Alice's hands was one of total bliss.

She put him in his short tight nightgown and restrained him in his bed with a lot of gentleness, Geoffrey had missed this soft touch for days now, and it allowed him to experience the nicest feelings before he fell asleep.

Days went by after that. There were less and less punishments for Geoffrey. He spent long stretches of time unrestrained. He even got to sit to meals and chat with Mrs Driver and Alice. Of course, when he was "free" like that, he was closely watched so he would not run away. Mrs Driver was still unsure as to his obedience. But he seemed to adapt to the situation, and he still displayed obvious signs of glee rather often.

He was getting really good at housekeeping, and as Mrs Gilligham had started, he kept a kind of diary two hours a day, and he spent another two hours studying for school. He did not go to school, Mrs Driver knew a very complacent doctor who wrote a certificate to explain he had a fragile health and that he should be home-schooled for at least six months.

Geoffrey still thought he ought to escape, but he also liked more and more being with the woman and the girl. The sad thing is that Geoffrey had gotten addicted to being tied up by Alice. It was the only thing she would agree to do for him: tie him up. So he spent hours watching TV tightly bound and gagged, delighted to have gone through her soft hands. The amount of gear Mrs Driver owned to restrain and silence him was huge, and she liked variety in shapes and textures that always gave the nicest looking results.

The stay to the pole was another favourite. Geoffrey went by himself stand with his back to the pole, and Alice restrained him to it, showing no lack of skill, and putting to use the numerous straps, belts, and restraints in all sorts of glossy materials. He also did his fair amount of work for the household, and he grew fond of his overall life. He was busy and important in this home.

That's why what happened in October was unexpected. On this crucial day he had been shown the product of Mrs Gilligham's hobby: a video shot while he was staying at her house. Andrea and he featured in an almost silent 40-minute movie, just seen doing their chores and being restrained. There were shots from many different times, all carefully edited so as to make a lively little report on maid work, and maid chastising… Mrs Driver then explained that some people were willing to pay top money to see his feats, which did not really make Geoffrey feel like he was a Hollywood star.

Of course, the restraints and the muzzle barred him from voicing his concerns out loud. So he just had to bear the little tale of Mrs Gilligham's video producer career. She had already made Andrea a star! Mrs Driver was weirdly enthusiastic about it. But he was most worried because he thought Alice was giving him the cold shoulder. He had had that thought since morning, and it did not leave him when he was put to bed. Alice was not as smiling as usual, not as soft in her gestures. So he did not manage to go to sleep. For the last week or so, he had been very lightly restrained in bed. Cuffs holding his hands on his chest and encircling his ankles, with a wide strip of tape over his lips; that was it.

So after hours of turning around in his bed, and still wide awake, he thought he'd go downstairs to watch TV. He was not supposed to get out of his bedroom, but no one would know, and it was so late that Mrs Driver and Alice had to be asleep. He got up and put his slippers on, then headed to the door. He went down the hall to the top of the stairs, not wanting the floor to creak. He was still quite silent. He walked down the flight of stairs in mincing steps. He then tip toed in the hall, which the ankle hobble made slow, only to hear Alice flinging her room's door open. She walked to the top of the stairs and towered over him.

"I don't think this was a good idea…" she said as she walked down the stairs. Geoffrey's restraints were light, but effective. He tried to walk away, but he didn't get far. She had quickly caught up with him, and coils of rope were already in her hand to truss him up. There was not much he could do as she mastered the subject, and when Mrs Driver, having taken the time to dress, came downstairs, Geoffrey was all balled up on the floor and wrapped in ropes. His gag had also been slightly improved, with a ball of silk, two scarves, and surgical tape. Not in this order, but you imagine…

"Geoffrey, I am really disappointed in you. We thought you were about to be released more often as you seemed more docile and easy-going. But this escape attempt has ruined everything. I'll call Edna…"

"Mmmmph! Mmmmgllmm..." Geoffrey pleaded, as he had never intended to escape. And the thought of having to go to Mrs Gilligham again just got him very unhappy.

"Oh, you might protest all you want, my girl, I won't change my mind."

She picked up the phone, dialled and waited a few seconds before she got Mrs Gilligham on the line.

"Edna, Jessica has been real naughty. I would like to know if you could handle her for a few days… Yes? … OK, I'll talk to you in five minutes."

This little moment was used by both Mrs Driver and Alice to climb upstairs and pack a few things for Geoffrey. They had barely come back to find Geoffrey still as tightly tied up, that a rap on the door could be heard. Mrs Driver went to let her old friend Edna in.

"Hello Alice… So, Edwina, I'm really honoured you called to entrust the young captive with me. This time we might have to be certain he understands us perfectly…"

"Are you going to go on this plan B you told me about?"

"Yes, indeed. It is regrettable to have to come to such extremities, but with these pathetic creatures it seems it is a never-ending job."

She had a bag in her hand, and got some things ready, as Alice untied Geoffrey from the intricate network of white cord holding him thighs against chest and calves against thighs. She took him to the coffee table, where he had to lay on his back, which was slightly uncomfortable with his hands behind. His nightgown was pulled up, and his panties pulled down.

He realised then Mrs Gilligham was about to get him into a nappy. And he could not do anything about it. The soft veil over the fluffy white material caressed his skin briefly, and then she pulled the tape strips closed so the nappy entrapped his crotch and his bottom. Rubber pants were added, and a nice dummy replaced the heavy gag Alice had forced on him. A collar to his neck, and a leash tied to it were put into use as Mrs Gilligham had the boy standing in the entrance hall. She grabbed the bags and dragged him behind her into the street. Even without the hooded cape that had been pulled over his shoulders, nobody would have known what was going on. There was no one to cross and no one awake to be looking outside their windows. It was a little over two when he crossed the threshold of Mrs Gilligham's lair…

 

19. Mrs Gilligham strikes again

Geoffrey was tied up on the chair that had wheels, after his cape had been removed. He was desperate at having Mrs Gilligham understand he had NOT tried to escape. But of course, the thorough gagging he had been given made it all impossible. She threw a blanket over him then led his chair into the closet under the stairs. He was in the dark, but he did not manage to fall asleep. The angry look on Alice's face haunted him.

When he was taken out from the closet and that Mrs Gilligham asked the usual: "Did babikins sleep well?" he had tears rolling down his cheeks, to get soaked up by the scarves cruelly tightened around his lower face.

Strangely enough, Geoffrey's tears were all new to Mrs Gilligham. She was concerned, and removed his gag: "Are you sick or something, Jessica? What's the matter with you?"

"Well," he sobbed, "Alice is mad at me, but I… but I…"

"But what, darling?"

Mrs Gilligham had spoken softly, and Geoffrey was waiting for some mean comment about him crying or something. But it didn't happen. So he went on…

"I didn't want to escape! I just couldn't go to sleep…"

"And so you think that Alice doesn't love you? Well, you're wrong, Jessica, she does love you. She loves you being a nice obedient doll, and when she sees you running away, she's no longer happy…"

"I was not running away, I…"

"Hush, now, Jessica." Mrs Gilligham whispered "So let us say you were not escaping. Then the penalty won't be as harsh. Were you allowed to get out from your room?"

"Ugh… No… But…"

"I don't need any 'but', I've had my answer. So you'll be punished for getting out of your room by staying here three days. You'll have all time needed to reflect upon your behaviour and how to adjust it in the future."

She stuck a clean dummy through his lips.

"Andrea! Would you come and take care of Jessica!"

"Sure, Mummy Gilligham!"

While Andrea got prepared before coming downstairs, Mrs Gilligham went on with her preach.

"For the next three days, you will be Baby Jessica. You'll stay in your playpen and reflect upon your shortcomings. I'll let you out at meal times, and for some special baby classes. A very special baby indeed, as she can read and write…"

Then Andrea took Geoffrey upstairs, took him to the bathroom only to put him in a fresh nappy after his shower, even though he had not used the one from the day before, and to dress him in a pastel pink romper. She brought him downstairs, gave him his bottle and then restrained him in the playpen. She tied his limbs and joints to the bars, so he stayed with his legs and arms open, as if he were hugging a stuffed teddy bear his own size.

The day went on, without much happening. From two to four in the afternoon, he was restrained to his desk and was made to write a paper about Alice. His mind went wild as he poured his feelings over the page. Mrs Gilligham, for once, did not make fun of his prose when Andrea had read it aloud. She even made a nice remark.

"This is very sweet, Jessica. You're a cute little baby girl…"

In the evening, Mrs Driver AND Alice visited them, which drove Geoffrey mad with lust that could not be expressed. There were joyful giggles as he grunted like an excited little puppy dog.

He slept better that night as Alice had spoken kind words before kissing him goodbye.

"See you tomorrow, Jessica! I know you're a good girl. I now know you didn't want to escape. I'll be waiting for you two more days, but I'll think about you, I promise…"

And thus went the two next days, the only difference in the routine being that Mrs Gilligham had him spend the two afternoons drafting and making a fair copy of a love letter to Alice. These were the most blissful hours. He loved being restrained having to think of Alice.

And he knew it made her evening visit closer. He also understood he loved her soul, not only her body. She certainly smelled nice and had soft skin, but being away from her also made him realize her smile and her eyes were what really made her so lovable. The unexpected amiability displayed by Mrs Gilligham surprised him; still, he felt much better. He thought of how good it was to be in these women's hands. If he was really obedient, they were not too bad with him, and he now had people caring for him. Deeply. On the evening of the third day, he was brought back, unrestrained, to Mrs Driver's.

 

20. A blissful moment

So the life at Mrs Driver's resumed peacefully. Alice paid Jessica some attention, and the "girl" had gotten back into regular studying. As she behaved nicely, Mrs Driver had said, she would go back to school after the Holidays, and as a boy. Jessica still was pretty busy with household work, but she and Alice had gotten well-organised, and they managed it very well.

They had lots of time to do other things, including playing damsel in distress with Jessica. This was somehow bliss. Still, since I accepted to be a girl and Alice is supposed to be a lesbian, why doesn't she fall in love with me? Geoffrey wondered. She still likes me well enough, though. But maybe could she give him a little more evidence of love?

His concern was addressed on Christmas Eve. On that day he had had to wear his school boy uniform, the one he had worn on the very first day at Mrs Driver's. He was supposed to get used again to boy clothing, as he would have to go outside wearing some two weeks from then. He was surprised, for Alice still seemed as well-intentioned towards him as she had been to Jessica. Even though he heard his name for the first time in four months.

This day had gone fast, and soon it was the evening. They had exchanged gifts at the tree in the living-room. And Alice told Geoffrey to go upstairs in his room, that she had one more gift she would like to give him. So he sat on the edge of his bed when Alice knocked on the door.

"Come in!" he said in a shy and anxious tone.

What he saw next got his mind to whirl. Alice was dressed exactly as he was, in a school boy uniform, grey flannel softly enhancing the curves of the most delicious boy he had ever seen. The butt he knew, even though it was not as wide as Alice's, the chest was flat, but he now saw energetic shoulders. Alice smiled…

"You may call me Alan when I'm dressed like that. How would you like us to make this night very special?"

"What… what do you mean?" Geoffrey stuttered hesitantly.

"I know how you feel about me. You have very pure and chivalrous feelings. You have me most honoured. The least I can do for you is to give you what you've longed for since you came to live with us."

"But… I thought you were a lesbian?"

"I guess I could say I am. Listen, Geoffrey, this is rather complicated, and I guess we'll talk about it later on. But Mrs Driver had you come here because you did display an attraction to other boys…"

Geoffrey blushed. It was true, but he had tried to convince himself it was "a phase." And when he had seen Alice, he thought he was attracted to a woman! But now he realised it was a young man, and thought about what he had written in the letter, and that nothing really mattered as long as he was with Alice or Alan.

He was aroused by being close to Alan, who had sat next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Alan! Does this mean you are going to treat me as a boy?"

"I sure will. We'll still wear some of Mrs Driver's wardrobe, but I think you now have come to terms with who you are, and that you may go out in the world as a free young man!"

"You won't tie me up anymore?" Geoffrey said with a regretful voice.

"Only when you ask!" Alan cheerfully replied.

"Could you tie me up, then? I mean, for our special evening…"

"I had a feeling you'd ask that…" Alan giggled.

Mrs Driver closed the door. She had been spying on the boys since Alan had showed up. Geoffrey lay spread-eagled on the bed in just his silk panties, Alan about to gag him.

"Girls!" she thought. "They are so cute when they get to know who they are…"

THE END

  

  

  

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