While the two women were chatting, the subject of their conversation was upstairs in his new room, a femininely appointed "boudoir" as his aunt chose to term it. Devoid of the modesty of any garments at all, Gerald was fighting for his life (or so he considered it) as he struggled in the arms of two pretty taffeta-uniformed maids who were hellbent on securing his wrists to a lacing bar in preparation for drawing him up onto the tips of his toes.

"Please, Master Gerald," said Camille, "Do cease your silly struggling. You know perfectly well that you cannot prevent our carrying out your aunt's orders."

Once his wrists were secured, Gerald was raised by the trapeze-like affair, which was powered by a motorized winch, until he was dangling helplessly, capable only of a minor display of squirming and wiggling but fully able to shout imprecations and protests.

A wasp-waisted pink satin garment was now fitted about his waist, then snapped shut. The laces were gathered in practiced hands, and Gerald found himself being im prisoned in the heavily boned unyielding garment.

"Oh, no, not that! 2 -

Please ... Please,

it's indecent!" Gerald cried out as an elaborately frilled, pink silk garment, shaped like the finger of a glove, was dangled teasingly before his eyes by lengths of narrow satin ribbons which will tie it securely to his loins.

The ignonimous garment was slowly and slitheringly slipped over his male symbol, which instantly responded to the touch of the warm feminine fingers guiding it to its destination. In fact, the caress of the silk caused his organ to expand so much that it seemed that the seams of the tiny garment would surely burst from the pressure exerted on them.

"Nonsense, Master Gerald. Why should this naughty little person not be as daintily petticoated as you soon will be," said Suzette.

Gay laughter from his two pretty tormentors echoed about the room, dinning in Gerald's outraged ears.

Camille, who was lacing him, placed a knee at the small of Gerald's back and gave his corset laces a hard tug, bringing the sides of the corset together then knotting them tightly.

"There," she said, "what a perfectly

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