Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 19:55:15 +0000 From: tim tim <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: chapter 29 of Tim and Michel sequal of highschool humiliation Chapter 29 of Tim and Michel Have fun with this chapter. If you want to read more of my stories go and check my website at www.timsfunplace.com . You can also send me an e-mail if you have any comments to make, email@example.com. So lets see what is happening at the store. "Oh, they look wonderful on you. You were right, Stefan! They make him look quite child like. For example, you can see clearly now that he hasn't got a lot of hair down there." Oh, yea ... rub it in, I thought. When would this be over? "OK. Go and get dressed and then we'll check out." "Oh, Madame," Stefan said. "Doesn't he need swimwear for school as well?" "Yes, you're right. He's in a children's class, so he'll need a couple pairs of Speedos. Thank you, again, Stefan. You're doing a good job for Tim. Can you go and find one or two sets of swimwear for him?" "I'll be right back." I wanted to walk away, but mom grabbed my arm. "You're doing fine so far, Tim. I can see you're still capable of being reasonable. But just don't start being difficult again, OK?" I looked up and I think there was some hatred in my expression as I saw her looking at me. "I'm sorry but this is for your own good." I won't go into details but the swimwear required the same parading and appraisal as with the underwear. Fortunately, they approved. When we got to the register, mom thanked Stefan and told him that she hoped that he'd make a large commission, which he deserved because he'd been so helpful. He smiled and said, "It was my pleasure, Madame. See you around, Tim." I didn't say anything on the way home. I just didn't feel like talking as there was no way I could make her listen. I just hoped she wouldn't restrict my movements too much. Tonight I didn't want to cause any conflict, as I could see she would ground me for sure. When we got inside, she said, "I want you to put on some sport shorts to wear for the rest of the day. You're not going to make anything else dirty." "Yes, mom," I said. "Good. Come back down when you're dressed so we can talk about what happens next." I went upstairs and was happy to be out of her presence for a moment. I put my newly purchased stuff away and got out a pair of sport shorts to put on. I always hated wearing them at home as the ones she'd bought me were invariably very short. I thought I'd better not keep her waiting too long, so I went downstairs again. "Sit down, Tim." I sat down and looked at her. "It might seem a bit harsh, what I made you go through today ... but I want you to understand that I'm quite serious about all this. As long as you don't behave as an adult, I'll treat you as a child. Understood?" "Yes, mom." "OK. I know you have a party to go to tonight, so I'll stay out of that for now. I guess you won't be home until quite late. I'm OK with that, too, although I don't like it. I just hope that you've finished all your homework as I suspect you won't have the energy to do it tomorrow." "I did it all last night, mom." "Good! That's at least one sensible thing you've done. Now, I'll discuss this afternoon or tonight with your dad what rules will have to change. I know he'll probably try to smooth things over ... but I'm not going to give in that easily. I don't want you to say anything about what happened today when he gets home. If you do, you'll pay for it later. Leave it all to me. Tomorrow around 2 p.m. we'll tell you what we've decided. I just hope you understand we're doing this for your own good." "Yes, mom," I answered again, already happy that she'd let me go out tonight. Maybe it would be my last chance to see Michel outside of school. "For now, you'd better go off and do your chores so they'll be done if that friend of yours comes around." I knew I'd better do as she said or else she'd turn Michel away, so I started to do all my chores. The work gave me time to think and the longer I did, the more scared I got. Would she really forbid me to see Michel. It was something that I didn't want. I needed him. By the time it was 3.30 and the bell rang, I was a nervous wreck. I didn't go to open the door; I knew that I couldn't control myself when I saw him ... so I waited for him to be directed up to my room. The moment the door opened, I rushed into his arms and I started to cry. When I finally stopped bawling, he pushed me back and looked at me. "Are you OK, Tim?" "Yea ... I will be in a moment." "What happened? Why are you crying?" "It's a long story, but I need to tell you," I answered. "Something about your mom?" "Yea." "I thought that she was a bit strange when she opened the door. She said something like, "you'd better take good care of my boy tonight. He's so irresponsible and childish still'." "Oh, well ... I'd better tell you what happened then." I told him the whole story. When I was half way through and told him about me getting out of the fitting room in just white briefs, he started to laugh. "Oh, god, Tim. That's really something. You got hard?" "Yea ... what do you think? Of course I did. I always do in briefs, as you know." "Sorry I laughed ... but I would never have dared doing something like that to you ... and she did it without even knowing what it would do to you." "Oh, she saw me get hard." "Yea ... but she doesn't know what I know about you ... and why being humiliated excites you so." "I don't know, Michel; she just might." "No, I don't think so. But go on. What else happened?" I continued the story and told him I was afraid that I might not be allowed to see him any more. "Oh ... I don't think it'll go that far. She might make you walk around in too small briefs or other embarrassing things like that ... but I think if she gets too extreme, your dad will intervene and stop her." "I hope so." "Oh, I'm sure. Otherwise it might just be the time to come out to them and tell them about us." "You'd do that for me?" If it was the best solution to your problem, of course I would. I'm not worried about my parents' reaction ... and your dad already knows ... so how bad could it be?" "Hmmm ... maybe ... but we'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings." "OK ... but that leaves us with just 10 minutes to prepare for tonight. If you've got your clothes ready, then just make sure you wear your white jockstrap underneath. I like the idea of you wearing that." "OK. Anything else?" "No ... just behave. Do as I tell you and all will be OK. If you don't know what to do at the table, do what Brian or I are doing, OK?" "Is it going to be that fancy?" "Yea, I think so ... knowing Seph as I do, it will be." "OK, let's get ready then," I said, trying to get the day's activities out of my mind. When we got downstairs, dad said. "Wow, guys! You look smart, all dressed up." "Thanks, dad." "Wait ... let me go and get my camera." "Oh ... there's no need for that," Michel said. "Oh, I think so." "Why? It's not like its their prom or anything," my mom added. I looked at Michel and thought, what does she know? I think he'd thought of that as well. "No ... but it's the first time our son has been dressed up and I just want to have a reminder of that for the future." "OK, I guess," my mother said. I was happy when I was in the car with Brian and Michel a little bit later. "Good to see you again, Tim ... Michel, Sir," Brian said as he started to drive away. "You're OK, Brian ... with Seph, I mean?" I asked. "Yea, he's slowly getting to trust me again ... so we're getting there." "You're OK with Michel again, then?" he looked at me through the mirror, ignoring the fact that Michel was right there as well. "Hmmm ... yea, we've gotten through our problems." "Ah, I thought you would. That's good, you know. I think so far I've only used my safe word three times with Seph and I can only say that each time it made our relationship and our commitment to each other stronger." "Three times! I didn't know that," Michel said. "Well ... it's not something you tell everyone," Brian stated. "It's something between the master and slave. It's something very private in our world." "Oh ... I don't think it bothered our relationship a lot," Michel opined. "So, how many people will be around tonight?" I asked. "Oh, between 10 and 20 if it's like most of the past gatherings. Seph tends to invite people to visit once a month or so, and most people know better than to not show up when they are invited or they aren't invited again. But it's always a surprise to me who shows up." "Ah, that many! Anyone in our age group?" I asked. "Well, to be honest, the crowd is most of the time a bit older ... but you'll be OK, I'm sure." "Just friends ... or all master and slaves?" "You are full of questions, Tim! Shut up," Michel intervened. "Oh, I don't mind ...and he'll find out everything when we get there in a few moments anyway, Sir," Brian said. "If you want to answer, it's up to you." "Well, there will be some master-slave couples, to be sure, but most of the time there's not that many. Most are just gay friends of Seph's." "OK ... and there will be a fancy dinner afterwards ... that's why we needed to get dressed up?" "Yea ... it will be five courses at least. We normally start with cocktails, and then around 7 the first course will be served. The desert won't be on the table until 10 or so most evenings. But it'll be fun ... usually there'll be some story telling ... as there will be tonight, I'm sure." Brian continued. "Oh! I hope it's not too fancy ... or I'll have no idea what fork to use and what each dish is." "You'll be OK. Just follow me." About 10 minutes later we arrived at their place. There were a few cars out front, but not that many yet. We were welcomed at the door by Seph, "Oh, so good to see you, Michel and Tim! I'm so pleased you could join us tonight. I've been looking forward to introducing you around for some time now." "We're happy to be invited, Seph, thank you. We hope we'll fit right in," Michel said. "You will ... don't worry about that at all. All is OK again with your slave?" he asked Michel. "Yes. It all worked out for the better, I think." "I'm happy to hear that, Tim," he acknowledge me now as well, "Welcome to my house and to this dinner party. I can see you're a bit nervous, but just be yourself. Everything will be fine. You both look very handsome, to be honest." "Thank you, Sir," I said. "Brian ... will you please go and get some drinks with Tim while I introduce Michel to some of the guests that are already here." So there was definitely a ranking here, I thought as I followed Brian. "I think he wants some time with Michel before we return ... so let me show you around." [Michel is now the narrator.] "Come on, let me introduce you to those who are here already." "How many people do you expect tonight?" "Just a small party tonight ... around 12, I think." "Ah! Anyone we know?" "Oh, yes. Four people you've met are already here; four more will arrive in 20 minutes or so. But I want to introduce you to two other masters and their slaves; the rest of the guests are just some friends that come over." I followed him into the living room where, to my surprise, my uncle was sitting. "Uncle, you're here!" "Hi, there, Michel. Yes, I thought you should learn a bit more about me after the trust you and Tim showed in me." "So ... you're a master, too? You can't be a slave." "Oh, no ... master, definitely." "Ah, so who is your slave?" "Well ... you know him. Shawn, come over here." WOW! The bartender, I thought when I saw Shawn turn around. But this time he was definitely dressed as a Slave, with a black slave color, a very tight white t-shirt, and black shorts that were hugging his tight butt. "Sir ... Michel ... nice to see you again." "You, too, Slave Shawn ... although I'm surprised, I must say." "Yea ... I know, sir ... too butch to be a slave, many people think ... but my master here makes me feel very happy." With that, he smiled at my uncle. "Oh, you don't need to be sucking up, Slave ...you've been good lately." "Just being honest." "I know." "So Tim is here as well, Sir?" Shawn asked me. "Yes, he is with Brian," I said. "Oh I see. Where they are then?" He walked off in search of them. "Any more surprises like that tonight, Seph?" "No, I don't think so." He introduced me to the other couple there. Both were more Seph's age. It seemed that they'd known Seph for quite a long time. I didn't really like them ... the slave was very effeminate and that wasn't really to my taste. "OK ... just one more thing," Seph noted as we walked away. "We're going through with what we planned?" "Yes, I think that's the idea. Although we might have to be a bit careful and watch Tim's responses as he's had a rough 36 hours." "Oh! You had some fun with him?" "No, it was his mother. I just heard about most of it ... but it does fit him perfectly ... so you'll have stories told during dinner." "Yea ... most of the time, each slave has to tell something humiliating about themselves." "You'll love this one! Just make sure you keep your hands above the table while he tells it!" "That good?" Seph asked. "Let's say, yea, that good." "OK ... well then, we'd better join the others with our drinks." If you want to read more of my stories go and check my website at www.timsfunplace.com . You can also send me an e-mail if you have any comments to make, firstname.lastname@example.org. More soon if I can. Hope you had fun but not to much.