The invitation

“Yes darling, this is no time for silly false modesty and if you carry on like this we will be here all day,” added Sally.

Jack reluctantly did as he was told, reasoning that the quicker he got on with it, the quicker he would be over. As he straightened up and placed his hands by his sides he saw Emma’s gaze fall on his shaved crotch.

“Oh good,” Emma said, turning to Sally. “You’ve got his to attend properly to his personal grooming. It makes the overall effect so much better.”

“Yes, I took care of that last night. It looks rather good, doesn’t it?”

“Definitely. And I am sure you will be much more pleased with the outcome as a result.”

“Err – you do realise that I am right here, don’t you?”

“Of course, sir. My apologies. Now then, first we will need to fit your suspender belt. Do you want to try the white set or the black?” Jack noticed that Emma had directed this question to Sally, and not to him.

“Oh, the white I think. I know that it’s to go with a little black cocktail dress and so the white will look a bit odd, but if the white set fits then we can assume the black one will as well, and keep it fresh for the party.”

“Absolutely. And this white set is just adorable, don’t you think?”

“Yes, it will really suit him I think.”

Without another word Emma took the suspender belt off the hanger that it had been displayed on and opened it up. She then reached around his waist and expertly fastened it, making sure that it was properly centred in the small of his back.

“Right. The stockings next,” she said, opening the packet and unravelling the two white laced topped stockings from their packet. She quickly worked them on to her hands and then asked Jack to sit down on the chair. Sally moved quickly to move his clothes out of the way, and Jack sat down.

“Point your toes please sir,” said Emma as she offered up the small while halo to Jack’s foot.