Chapter 4

I left, shaking my head and wondering what else my aunt had secretly bought for me. I showered and changed before putting on the same outfit from breakfast. Of course, I taped my cock and balls away so as not to offend Aunt Liz. I found the corset hanging where my aunt said it would be and took it to the kitchen.

It was another hour before Aunt Liz returned. She was dressed elegantly as usual in green trousers and a white, plunging neck top.

Aunt Liz helped me into the corset and tightened the laces until I could barely breathe. She sat at the table while I made coffee. We shared them, and conversation before my aunt said she was meeting some friends for lunch and asked, “Would you like to come too?” I was nervous about going out in public again, but I knew she wasn’t asking, so I nodded with fake eagerness.

We got in Mistress’ BMW X4 M SUV and drove into town, where we met five of Aunt Liz’s friends. There was one friend, a stunningly beautiful, stacked woman probably a little older than my aunt. I kept glancing at her surreptitiously because I was sure I knew her. Aunt introduced her friends as Juana, Penny, Caoimhe, Maddison (Maddie), and Kate. The names clicked in my mind, and I realised I was lunching with some of the stars of The Adventures of a Slut Mommie. Kate was Kate Muggleton, the author of the series.

It was weird to think I was eating with five women I’d masturbated over when I read Kate’s stories. I also realised that the four women other than Kate were the confirmed lesbians in Kate’s stories. It made me feel even more inadequate than before entering the restaurant. These women, with the exception of the diminutive Caoimhe, were all amazons. They were big-chested, with narrow waists, pronounced bottoms and shapely legs. I was a skinny, titty-less male with little, if any, shape.

However, the inimitable Kate swept me into a conversation, and before I knew it, we were chatting as if we’d been friends forever. I asked about her onyx necklace and its matching ankle chain, and Kate proudly explained they indicated she was owned by her husband and son. She showed me the inscriptions that confirmed this. I then noticed that Caoimhe had a similar necklace and ankle arrangement and guessed that Maddison owned her based on how they interacted.

Talking with Mrs Muggleton allowed me to relax, and I soon joined in with several other conversations. I immediately knew I needed to thank my aunt for insisting that I took an interest in current world events. Juana fled Venezuela just before an arrest warrant for her anti-government newspaper articles. Because Aunt Liz had questioned me about President Nicolas Maduro and what his regime was doing in Venezuela, I could ask insightful questions and contribute to the conversation. I was happy when I saw that my aunt was smiling at me happily. She was proud I could fit in with her friends so readily.

After a pleasant meal and company, my aunt drove us home. She helped me remove the corset and told me to shower, do my makeup, and dress in the outfit she’d bring me while I was showering. When I exited my en suite, I found only a red hair band that had hair extensions similar to Princess Leia’s in Star Wars and a tiny white thong. There was a note attached saying my aunt wanted my ‘disgusting thing showing and not to tuck because it would please Sienna’.