Christeen: I let her do this

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I let her do this

 

Chris felt awful.   Another sleepless night.   Another night spent tossing and turning.  He’d probably slept more than he thought but he’d woken several times in discomfort.  He would have to tell her.  This couldn’t go on.  Why did he agree to it?  Today had to be different.  Today, he was going to put his foot down.  

 

As soon as he heard the heating come on, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  He needed to feel comfortable if he was going to say what had to be said.  He took short, dainty steps, like he’d been trained, to avoid tugging at his ankles.   Chris flipped on the light and stepped inside. He shivered as his feet met the cold tiled floor of the bathroom.   He went  back to his bed and put on his mules.   His heels clicked on the floor as he sat down to pee.   He made his mind up about what he was going to say.  Today was the day it ended.  He composed the words in his head.  He mouthed through them in silence until he’d got them just right.  He looked down as he wiped and dried his device with toilet tissue.   His toes peeped beyond the Perspex strap of his mules: he really did like the new shade of pink that Auntie had tried on his toenails yesterday.  

 

Back in his bedroom, Chris slipped on his shortie white negligée.  Gingerly he stepped out on to the landing.  It was still cool but he could hear the house and pipework start to creak as they warmed.  He knocked on his Auntie’s door.   This was it.

 

“Yes.”

 

“It’s me, Chris.”

“Yes, obviously.  Come in.”

 

The curtains were still drawn and his Aunt had not turned a light on.  “Good morning, Auntie.”  Despite the darkness, he knew exactly where to tread towards her bed.  He was going to say his piece and then go, although not before he’d retrieved the keys to his device and his hobble.   They had to come off.

 

“Good morning, darling.   Have you brought a cup of tea?  That’s so sweet of you.”

“No, Auntie.”

 

“Coffee?”

 

“No, Auntie.”

 

“Oh, just you.  That’s still very nice.”

 

“Auntie, I want to say something.”

 

“Yes, darling?”

 

“I’ve been meaning to say this for some time …”

 

“Yes?   What time is it?”

 

“Six-thirty.”

 

“Gosh!  So early.”

 

“Auntie, I feel ..”

 

“Oh honey, how thoughtless of me.   The heating will only just have come on.  You must feel cold.   Come into bed and talk to me.”

 

“But Auntie, I was trying to say…”

 

“Well say it to me when you’re in bed.”  

 

“I think I’ll find it easy to say here.”

 

“Don’t be silly, darling.  You must be cold.”  A hand reached out and touched his.  “You’re shivering.”   Chris had to admit he was shivering but probably more quivering in trepidation about what he had to say.  “Come on dear, get in.”  His Aunt’s hand pulled him forward.  Chris stepped out of his mules and slid under the light duvet.    “At least you’re in your negligée.  Let’s get you warm.  Lie on your side dear.”  Chris felt his Auntie wrap himself around him. He felt the warmth of his Auntie against him and her hot breath on his neck.   “Isn’t that better darling?”

 

“Yes, Auntie!  But I was trying to say something.”

 

“Yes, darling.  You can say it as we snuggle.    Now let me remove your ankle hobble, it’ll allow me to get closer. I don’t think we need the leg spreader this morning if we’re going spoons.”

 

“But Auntie …”

 

“Yes?   What size would you like this morning?” 

 

He was lost.  Again.  Helpless.  How could he resist his wonderful Auntie?  How could he ever say no?  Not when his Auntie was so lovely and so loving. 

 

“And over breakfast we can think about what you are going to wear today.   Remember Amelia’s coming today.”

 

“Amelia?”

 

“Yes, Amelia.  The buyer.   She wants to look at our bridal collection.”  

 

“Oh, yes Amelia.   Oh!  Oh!”

 

“Just relax, honey.”

 

“Oh, Auntie!   Ooooh!   Aaaaah!”

 

“There.  Isn’t that nice honey?   Now what did you want to say to me?”

 

“Aaaaaah!   Aaaaah!   Aaaaah!   N..n…n…nothing, Auntie.  Aaaaah!”

 

“Oh, Chris. You’re so sweet. I’m sure that got you nice and warm.   You know you don’t need to ask.  I’m always here for you.  Are you sure you didn’t want something?”

 

“Well, Auntie.  I was wondering about my device.”

 

“No, Chris.   Sorry.   Not that.  You know it’s Locktober.  Just relax like a good girl and enjoy it the way you’re meant to.   I wonder whether we ought to have Lockovember for you too, if there is such a thing?  Again.”

 

“Oh, Auntie, no!  No, Auntie!  Oh, Auntie!   Oh!  Oh! Oh! Aaah!  Aaaah!  Aaaaaaaaah!   ”

 

“There you go.  Twice.  See you couldn’t do that if you weren’t wearing your device.   You’d be done in seconds.  Now let’s see if you can manage a third before breakfast.”

 

Chris tried to spread the meringue of his dress and petticoats to sit comfortably.  After breakfast, Auntie had painted his nails the same colour as his toes and chosen a matching lipstick too.   His hair was up in a bun with a little tiara.   Auntie had said she wanted him to try the new bridal wear designs.   She wanted him to show off this dress in particular to Amelia.  She’d teasingly promising a bridle if he refused.   What would Amelia think if she found a ponyboy rather than a bride?  

 

“You’re so pretty this morning, sissy boy.  Try telling me you don’t feel more feminine wearing a gown like that.”

 

“Yes, Auntie.”

 

You’re lovely when you’re naked, Chris.   But you look fabulous in a nice dress.   And you’re positively glowing.   And we both know why.”

 

“Yes, Auntie.”

 

“No need for a hobble now you’re in the bridal satin shoes with six inch heels.  Aren’t you a lucky boy?  What do you say, Chris?”

 

“Thank you, Auntie.  I want to be a pretty girl for you.”

 

“That’s right, Chris.   A sweet sissy boy and a lovely pretty girl.”

 

“Thank you, Auntie.  I want to be a pretty girl for you.”    Chris knew it was hopeless.  He still harboured his thoughts but kept them locked away inside: ‘I go to bed thinking - never again, but then every morning I let her do this to me anyway.   But she’s so lovely.   How can I say no?   Why would I want to?  I'd do anything for her.   If only she would undo my device.   I’m sure I’d behave.  But she is so beautiful.  And three times.  Oh my!   It was so wonderful.'   Chris was glad he was sitting down since he could feel his knees go weak at the memory.   He never knew that he could experience such joy.  She had been so wonderful this morning.   He was her girl.

  

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