Afternoon Tea

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When the doorbell rang I was ready and waiting. Justin was always on time for our little playdates. It was rather flattering really and it made the planning much easier.

I opened the door to and ushered him inside. He greeted me nicely and I sent him upstairs to the spare room to prepare himself.

Shortly afterwards I heard his footsteps as he made his way carefully down and joined me in the front room. He was naked and a little shy. It was understandable – his nudity contrasted strongly with my own outfit, a no-nonsense black knee-length skirt and a white blouse with a pussy bow at the neck. My legs were sheathed in white nylon.

I was sitting at the writing desk in the corner as he paused in the doorway.

“Over here” I pointed to a spot beside me, turning sideways on the chair as he approached.

He stood on the spot indicated, eyes demurely on the floor as I made a slow study of him, running my gaze the full length of his body. His small penis hung limply over his smooth hairless scrotum. Actually, it was hard to tell if it was in the early stages of arousal or not, he wasn’t blessed in the trouser department and initial signs of swelling were hard to detect.

“Turn”

He obeyed, presenting me with his rear view. I scanned the full length of his body again. He was impressively hairless and smelt faintly of the floral soap I had given him at our previous session. That brought a smile to my face, I do like obedience in a boy.

“Bend”

He was improving with each session. This time he bent fairly smoothly from the waist without shuffling his feet or overbalancing.

“and spread”

He knew the routine, reaching around with both hands to grasp the cheeks of his bottom and hold his crack open for my inspection. A quick glance was all I needed to see that he was clean and hairless there as well, but I left him in the position for a minute or so. I have to admit that taking a lengthy look at someone else’s anus may not seem the most arousing thing to do, but having someone adopt such a subservient position for me is always a little exciting.

“Thank you”

He released his cheeks and returned to an upright position. One last command and he was facing me again.

I asked a few questions about his hygiene/bodycare regime. He responded swiftly and respectfully. Taking my pen I used it to raise his cocklet and leant forwards to take a close range look at his scrotum. The whole area was as hairless as the rest of him and I commended him for his attention to detail and general presentation. I continued with questions about masturbation. Had he been wanking as much as ever? Or had he managed to hold off as I had asked? had he been tempted? Sadly he had. Oh well, early days. At least his answers were swift and respectful. I kept a discreet eye on the clock behind him as we conversed. We were nicely on schedule.

A few more minutes of this and I turned back to the desk and produced a packet from a drawer.

“Here’s your outfit for this afternoon.”

The packet contained a pair of white tights and he trembled slightly as he took them from me.

“Put them on for me now” I instructed. He stepped back to give himself room as he hopped from foot to foot, getting them on. He might have been more graceful if I’d let him use the chair but we both knew how silly he looked wresting with the nylons and a little extra humiliation never hurt anybody. It took a little tweaking to align them perfectly but in short order he was stood in place wearing his new tights. I was privately delighted that my sizing guess had been correct. They clung to him like a second skin and his genitals made a clumsy bulge at the crotch, the fine material doing nothing to hide his body from me. They were possibly a little small for all day comfort, but there was no excess material to sag or droop.

“Very nice, but I think you need one more thing”

I stood and left him for a moment, to fetch the other item from the next room. Telling him my plan for the afternoon as I came back.

“A friend of mine is in town this afternoon, and knowing that I would have my own sissy maid in the house I invited her over for tea.”

This was a key moment. This was a new departure for us. Our sessions together had always been private affairs. I knew Justin well enough to be fairly sure he would go along with this, but if he was going to protest or back out, this was the moment. The key to conquering any brief stirrings of rebellion was to plough onwards and give them no time to rise to the surface. I showed him the scrap of lace and ribbon in my hands.

“and every maid needs a proper uniform.”

I reached up and arranged the tiny cap across his forehead, wrapping the ribbons around his temples and tying them at the back. We were close enough in height that I could reach without any difficulty. It also meant that as I stood close in front of him, he could smell my perfume and feel the bow of my blouse brushing against his chest. If he had any thoughts of protest he didn’t voice them.

I Kartal Grup Escort stood back and admired my handiwork. His skin was warm and pink, offset by the pale white of tights and cap.

“Lovely. If you go back to the hall you can see how pretty they are on you”

I followed close behind him. In the hallway he paused to admire himself in the full length mirror and I stood looking over his shoulder, seeing the eagerness in his eyes as he studied his reflection. I snuck a quick glance at my watch. We were right on time.

“In the kitchen are some things laid out for tea. Pop the kettle on and fill the teapot then prepare a tray for two please.”

He obeyed without a quibble and I repaired to the front room to wait for Corinne. I was just about to reach for my mobile and check on her whereabouts when the doorbell rang.

“Justin.” I called “Could you get the door please, that will be Corinne.”

He appeared from the kitchen a little hesitantly but again obeying without protest. I didn’t think he would back out at this point for he was visibly aroused, his little dickie standing upright, pointing up at his navel. It was in no danger of reaching that far but it was impressive for him.

He made his way into the hall and I heard him open the door to Corinne. The intervening door muted their words but the bright tone of her greeting and his answering murmur were still audible. It had been a few weeks since I’d seen Corinne but when I had rung and enlisted her for the day’s fun I had briefed her on what to expect. As he showed her into the room she had a sparkle in her eyes. She was also dressed for the occasion in a sleeveless fawn dress that suited her skin tone wonderfully. It was almost smart enough to be considered business wear but the top was scooped perhaps a little too low for office use. It did however show off her cleavage to great advantage.

We greeted each other warmly with a kiss and as she settled on the sofa I seated myself in the partnering armchair and sending Justin back to his preparations.

“Thank you Justin, I’ll ring for tea shortly”

He bobbed his head in an awkward fashion and left us. I tried not to react but I was annoyed. I hadn’t used Justin as a maid before and hadn’t given him any specific training for the job. I suppose he had tried to show the right attitude with his halting bow-cum-nod but he was clearly unsure of what was appropriate and the end result had been ungainly. It hadn’t escaped Corinne’s notice. She grinned at me

“You’ll have to teach your maid to curtsy properly.”

“I know. I’ve taught him the basics of being my toy but I never thought to include a curtsy. It’s not a big problem.”

In fact, having a fault to correct would save me from having to invent or manufacture one. We exchanged small talk, and after a few minutes I picked up my little silver bell and rang it. Justin appeared cautiously carrying the tea tray. His steps were a little slower than normal and he was clearly focused on not spilling anything as he walked. We watched in silence as he placed it on the coffee table in front of us. I know I was focused on the teapot and the milk jug, watching for spillages. If I knew Corinne though she was watching Justin’s eager little erection as each step dragged his tights back and forth across it.

I instructed him to pour for us and we watched in silence as he handled milk, tea and crockery with as much dignity as a man in tights and a lace cap can. The pink flush across his face and chest betrayed his self consciousness. To be fair to him, he handled the tea things well, he had a deftness of touch and a certain delicacy of movement that suited the role. After handing us both a cup and saucer he offered the sugar bowl, then replacing it on the tray he stood by the table awaiting instruction. Corinne kept her eyes on Justin as she took a sip of her tea.

“Very nice.”

“Thank you Miss.”

“Mistress Corinne.” she corrected gently.

“Yes Mistress Corinne.”

He was a fast learner. Corinne was smiling broadly. She might be new to this but she was clearly loving it as much as I had thought she would. She glanced at me.

“May I?” she asked

“Be my guest”

She stilled her smile, adopting a sterner tone and turned back to Justin

“Justin.”

“Yes Mistress Corinne.”

“Is this your first time as a maid Justin?”

“Yes Mistress Corinne.”

“I thought so. You have promise, but there are a few things you need to be taught.”

She took another sip of tea. I was impressed, she seemed at home with this situation, even if it was her first time playing the Domme.

“Have you been taught how to curtsy?”

Justin hesitated. Maybe it had sounded like a criticism of me, pointing out something I had failed to do. I like to think so, it was sweet of him to want to defend me. However he was bound to speak the truth.

“No Mistress Corinne.”

“I thought not. However it’s something we can take care of easily enough”

She gave Kartal Manken Escort me another glance, seeking my permission. I gave a slight nod and she continued.

“Take a step back to give yourself room.” Justin obeyed. “You’ll have seen girls curtsy before now, even if only in films. Why don’t you try it for us now?”

Justin’s eyes rose to me for a second, as though confirm that he should be obeying her commands. I merely raised my eyebrows expectantly and his eyes dropped to the floor again. He paused, as though thinking the movements through then, holding his hands out from his sides slightly he slid one foot behind the other and dipped a few inches, then with a bit of a wobble returned to his starting position.

“Hmmm.” Corinne wasn’t terribly impressed. “At least you have a rough idea. But there are two parts to a curtsy. The idea is to bend the knees and bow the head. Try it again, but as you bob down, really tuck your chin into your chest.”

I could see what she was getting at. As he was starting with his head slightly bowed, it wasn’t obvious that he was bending his neck. His second attempt was better, his head dropped as his knees bent. He was still a little off balance but it was an improvement. Corinne continued.

“Better, but still a little rough. I want your back straight, and your hands by your sides. If you were wearing a skirt or an apron you could take the sides and spread them as you curtsied but in that uniform your hands should remain where they are, not wave around all over the place. Again please.”

Once more Justin bobbed. I helped myself to a biscuit from the tray and watched the show. Corinne was doing superbly. She had Justin bobbing up and down, each time tweaking his action a little, whether it was the position of his feet, the speed of the action or the depth of the curtsy. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Justin seemed to be enjoying himself as well – he was breathing a bit more heavily, possibly from the strain of all the balancing as he practiced, but possibly because each curtsy rubbed his cocklet and his nylons together. I let her direct him for a while before stepping in. At the conclusion of a curtsy I cleared my throat softly, Corinne turned from Justin and I spoke.

“Much better Justin. Thank you Corinne, I only wish I’d thought of it myself. However I think we had better pause for a moment before our maid falls over.”

Then I allowed a note of disappointment to enter my voice

“Oh Justin! Have you no self control?”

Corinne’s expression was one of puzzlement and Justin’s wasn’t far off.

“You’re making a mess of your tights, and I’ve only just given them to you!”

It was true, a small wet patch was evident around the head of his little dick. He was clearly aroused enough to be leaking precum into the mesh. He flushed and apologised.

“Sorry Mistress April”

“Here”

I pointed to the floor next to my chair and he stepped over to my side.

“Hold this” I held out my cup and saucer which he took obediently. Taking the waistband of his tights in both hands I tugged it out and down over his genitals, tucking the elastic under his scrotum before releasing it.

“There. If you can’t control yourself, then that should at least keep your uniform clean for the moment shouldn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress April.”

I took my tea back from him and turned to my guest.

“I must apologise Corinne. You come to tea and all we do is correct my maid. I am so sorry. You must tell me what you’ve been up to recently.”

The gleam in Corinne’s eye said that she was quite enjoying correcting the maid but she played along and we began to chat about all that had happened since we last got together, leaving Justin stood by my chair, eyes on the floor and stiff little dickie pointing pinkly at the ceiling.

Time passed and the conversation meandered as we enjoyed our tea. I asked after her family. We talked clothes and holidays. All the while our maid stood by my chair, white nylons and cap contrasting nicely with his soft pink skin. Bless him, he was doing well enough but as we girls chatted, his cocklet was beginning to droop a little. It’s only natural. Without Viagra or a cock ring, not many men will sustain an erection for the duration of a full session. That he had stayed hard thus far I took as a compliment. It might be the presence of two attractive ladies, it might be his own outfit, the subservient position he found himself in, or some combination of all those factors. Whatever the cause, his stiff little dickie was a clear indicator that I was doing something right.

Honesty compels me to admit that tucking the waistband of his tights under his scrotum was probably helping. It’s the basic principle of any cock ring – restrict the blood flow a little so that more of it stays trapped in the penis. Nevertheless it pleased me that he had stayed hard so far.

However as conversation turned to Corinne’s job at the museum I saw out of the corner of my eye that Justin’s small stiffie Kartal Masöz Escort was getting a little smaller. I wondered if I should perk him up a bit, maybe reach out and give it a stroke or two. Done in a casual manner, much as one might stroke a cat twining around your ankles, not giving it my full attention.

I hesitated though. It would probably surprise Corinne and break her flow. I wasn’t ready to make Justin the focus of our attention again and if she broke off to watch me fondle our servant, that would definitely alter the feel of the occasion. Instead I decided to move things along in another way, Justin’s dickie would just have to wait for the moment. We had both finished with our tea, I offered Corinne another cup, which she declined, then ordered Justin to clear away the tea things.

As he gathered the cups and saucers, Corinne and I kept chatting. She was describing a recent trip. The museum had sent her to the midlands for a series of pointless meetings. She had me giggling as she described the dull hours spent in conference rooms in towns like Ashby and Northampton. I sympathised

“I’ll bet the evenings were no picnic either.” I added “I can just picture it, aging hotels that might have been grand a century ago, with a Corby trouser press in each room, populated by middle aged sales reps, and no restaurants open past six-thirty “

Instead of chuckling along with me Corinne blushed a little “Well almost” she said, and there was a sparkle in her eye. I sensed a tale.

“What?” I demanded “You don’t mean to tell me you hooked up with one of those photocopier reps?”

“Oh dear god no.” She looked aghast at the suggestion “Not a traveling salesman!”

“But there was someone wasn’t there?” I wasn’t going to leave it there.

“Oh yes.” She was smiling openly now. “It’s a cliché, but he worked at my hotel. It was just the kind of place you’re thinking of. Dust in the corners, an ancient TV on a wall bracket, trouser press on the wall. There was a small formal garden out the back which still had champagne glasses and confetti in it from a wedding a week before. It was all rather downmarket. Well, the first night I couldn’t get the TV to work and rang reception. They sent up this young man who fiddled around with it until he finally found BBC1 for me.”

“And then you seduced him? It’s like the plot of a seventies porno”

“No I did not!” she retorted “I have some standards you know. He was cute though, and really rather sweet. We chatted as he tried to fix the telly for me, he was doing a degree at the local ex-poly, I asked him about his course, he asked about the museum. It was all very civilised. I did not pull a Mrs Robinson on him.” She paused and watched our maid at work for a moment. “At least not that night.”

“I knew it!” I said “What are you like?”

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have thought of it.” she replied “That Sunday was deadly dull. I think I was the only guest in the place, waiting for the final meeting on Monday. Slow internet and only the one TV channel. I was getting a breath of air in the garden and I bumped into him going off duty. I was bored, and like I said, he was cute so I went for it.” she shrugged “He certainly didn’t put up a fight.”

“I’ll bet.”

“And it was so worth it!” she leant forward eagerly, “He was big enough to satisfy any two women!” she held her hands out to indicate a length somewhere around nine or ten inches.

I was a little startled – and I wasn’t the only one – there was a rattle of crockery as our maid stumbled. I shot him a quick glance

“Justin! More care please.”

“Yes Mistress April.”

“Wash those things up and return to us.”

“Yes Mistress April.”

Whilst we waited for our maid’s return I pressed Corinne for details and she obliged. It was certainly a racy story and by the time Justin rejoined us I was feeling a tingle between my thighs. However there were important details to attend to first.

I stood and pushed my chair back. Corinne made as if to rise but I waved her down and indicated to Justin that he should stand in the spot where the chair had been. He stood meekly to attention facing down the length of the coffee table. His little cocklet was definitely flagging now. I suppose washing up isn’t the sexiest thing in the world.

“Have you finished in the kitchen Justin?” I asked “All the tea things are washed and dried?”

“Yes Mistress April.”

“I hope so. You have performed adequately so far today and it would be a shame to slip up now.” A pleased look flashed across his face before he could hide it. I continued.

“I hope you note my choice of words. Adequate is far from perfect. No good servant should be satisfied with adequate. There is much to be improved upon. We can work on deportment and etiquette at our leisure but right now I’m a little annoyed at how easily you allowed yourself to be distracted.” I walked over to my writing desk and continued speaking “My guest only had to mention another man’s penis and you gave such a jump that you almost dropped the tea tray. Don’t misunderstand me, the penalty for actually dropping the tray would have been severe, but I feel that a little punishment might serve to focus your mind.” I opened the desk drawer and pondered my choice of implements. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

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