The Interview

Chapter 16

“So, did you meet Betty en route?” Patty asked with a playful smile as she poured me a coffee and handed it across the table. “Plus, Gunner, of course!”

I nodded, feeling a trifle awkward as I took the proffered mug, then allowed my wayward sense of humour full reign. “Yes, but I wasn’t formally introduced to the latter!”

Patty giggled, causing her hand to wobble so that some of the coffee she was pouring missed her mug and splattered upon the wooden table. “Woops, butterfingers!” she muttered and then called out, “Jimmy, Jimmy, fetch a cloth and come here, would you for a moment, quickly, baby. Chop chop!”

There was the clank clank of a dragging chain, and then the same young man who’d silently served us breakfast rushed into the room and, in response to Patty’s pointing finger, wordlessly set about moving dishes and mopping up the small puddle of coffee. 

Unlike Gunner, I had been introduced to Jimmy a moment after my host led me through the wide front door, another faint crack of the whip audible behind me as I followed her into the spacious but sparsely furnished hallway.

“Morning Jimmy, breakfast ready”, she enquired of the figure that hurried to meet us. Actually, the way she said it sounded more like a statement rather than a question. Jimmy immediately performed a graceful curtsey and gestured to an open doorway with one long bare arm. Despite the long pink-painted fingernail on the end of that arm, the bobbing skirted figure who escorted us into the indicated room was undoubtedly male and a broad-shouldered specimen of the species at that, although neither tall nor muscular.

Like the large hall, the breakfast room was simply furnished, almost bordering on spartan, with a big wooden table, simple hardbacked chairs, a big dresser and sideboard, and not much else bar the pictures on the wall. A double set of French windows let in the sunlight and a touch of the morning breeze through the opened panes above them. Beyond the window was an old walled garden with a pristine lawn, rose beds and numerous plants mostly in full bloom. I’m no horticultural expert possessing not a single house plant in my flat, but the external vista was undoubtedly pleasing to the eye.

My host beckoned me to the windows and gestured at the garden. “Lovely, isn’t it. Of course, it never looked like that in my day, but Patty’s worked wonders.” Then she laughed. “Well, let’s give credit where credit’s due. Jimmy here has been the main architect and gardener. In fact, chief cook and bottle washer of the whole thing! Did it all by yourself mostly, didn’t you, Jimmy? Once Patty fixed an appropriate securing point for your house chain. Still, I’ll bet all the fresh air was very welcome?”

Jimmy gave another of those respectful curtseys and quietly confirmed her statement in an equally soft respectful voice. “Yes, ma’am”. 

I noted that graceful deferential gesture couldn’t have been the easiest action to perform. Not when you had a long steel chain leading from your waist and out through the door. Swings and roundabouts was the term that sprang into my mind. The swing was that long flowing floor-length multi-pleated green skirt Jimmy was wearing. It had a sort of elegant swirl the way it enhanced his graceful bobbing movement. The roundabout that somehow spoiled it was that heavy clanking chain that snaked upwards to disappear into the waistband behind his back!

“My, what happened to you two?” It was Patty coming downstairs looking decidedly fetching in a clinging sleeveless maroon top and faded denim jeans tucked into well-worn black riding boots. “I was on the point of sending out a search party. Alarm clocks on strike or merely being lazy?” she asked, entering the room and embracing her aunt, then giving me a cheerful wave. “Please, take a seat. Jimmy, Honey, do the honours for our guests. Maria has it already in the kitchen!”

I did as she requested, although somehow Patty had a way of making it sound like an order, seating myself opposite her and her aunt. I was conscious of that clanking sound diminishing but still audible as Jimmy disappeared on his errand. The chain and the skirt seemed somewhat at odds with the terms of endearment Patty had so freely used. Likewise, that utterly respectful, even fearful demeanour the man displayed. 

No, he seemed more youth, even boy than man, but I realised that Patty was looking at me rather questioningly as I turned my attention from the open doorway back to my hosts.

“Did you sleep well; Patty was asking you?” 

I grinned. “Sorry, too well. I seem a bit woolly-headed this morning for some reason! Some people have problems in new or unusual surroundings, but I’ve always been the opposite. Always seem to sleep like the proverbial log!”

Patty gave a short bark of laughter and winked at me. “Unusual surroundings, well, you’ve come to the right place in that case. Aunties little place in the country is definitely on the unusual side,” she finished with a wicked little giggle.

“Your place now, dear!” her aunt admonished gently. “I’m just the local lodger these days, remember,” the latter remark addressed in my direction. 

At that point, the skirted Jimmy hurried into the room carrying a sizeable laden tray and partly dropped into an obsequious bob somewhere in-between a full curtsey and an abbreviated oriental bow hampered as he was with the laden tray. Behind him followed a slim, dark-haired, rather plain-faced girl dressed all in black. Tight leggings, a tight clingy top failing to hide a sizeable bust and heeled glossy knee boots. She held a tall coffee cafetière in one hand and a slender crook-handled bamboo cane in the other. Plain but possessing a very generous smile that she bestowed on the three of us as she entered the room.

“Good morning, Maria,” my host said and turned to me. “You have this young lady to thank for last night's supper. Cold, I know but delicious as you noted”.

I eyed the girl who looked around the same age as Patty as she put the caffetiere on the table and then stood watching Jimmy unload his tray while absently flexing that cane between her hands. She had smiled at us, but the expression on her face now was more akin to a hungry hawk eyeing a hapless pigeon. The pigeon wasn't visibly shaking, but its body language indicated it knew the hawk's eyes were upon it and wasn’t too far removed from doing, so I thought.

“Thank you,” I told her. “That flan and the quiche were delicious, the salad so varied, and that egg mayonnaise dish, absolutely gorgeous. I’ve never tasted anything like it before!”

Maria flashed that generous smile at me again. “Thank you. My nana’s recipe, she taught me pastry making as well when I was a little girl. She was always baking!”

I was a little taken aback to hear the childish UK term for a grandmother, even more so the Liverpool accent, not overtly strong ‘scouser’ but noticeable. Given her name, I’d assumed she was a local French girl. Obviously not!

“That’ll do, Jimmy; stop fussing!” Patty snapped as he was arranging the dishes and plates on the table. “I think we can manage. Honestly, it’s a simple breakfast you're serving us, not some weird tabletop game, so skedaddle, go get on with your chores, shoo. Maria!”

Maria laughed and grabbed the man by the ear and hustled him from the room, releasing her hold on the squirming squeaking figure as she reached the door and smacking the back of his head with her palm non too lightly before she closed the door.

“Tuck in” Patty gestured to the table laden with fresh warm croissants and baguettes, cold meats and various cheeses. “No bacon and egg, I’m afraid, but how many UK households bother to cook that every morning? I went continental long ago, especially during my meagre student days”.

That last remark elicited something between a snort and a choking fit from her aunt as she swallowed a mouthful unchewed. “Meagre!” her voice rose indignantly. “Hell, with that allowance I gave you, young lady, I’m surprised you didn’t dine on Champagne, caviar and lobsters every morning! Meagre, honestly!”

Patty laughed and winked at me. “Too many skiing trips to expensive resorts in the winter or seeking Caribbean sun, plus I was into designer clothes back then, unlike now”, she chuckled, glancing down to her faded jeans and scuffed boots. “Not too far adrift though with the champers reference but not for breakfast, auntie dear and never caviar, yuk! I was never that decadent!”

I looked from Patty to her aunt, and as our eyes met, I muttered one simple word “Spam!”. That cracked her up while her niece looked puzzled.

“My student days,” I told her, buttering a delicious-looking croissant. “House sharing and six of us surviving on our scanty finances with whatever food we could afford to buy. I seem to remember that Spam featured on the menu quite frequently, although the night two of the crew decided to try and make a curry out of it was the night it went out of fashion!”

I brushed some brown flakes from my lips and nodded. “My stomach and bowels still have nightmares! Although to be fair, the general state of our kitchen might have been a contributing factor, possibly the main one. A veritable salmonella factory, I suspect! So,” I pointed towards the door. “Tell me about, Jimmy?”

Patty looked at me for a second, taken a little aback by my change of tack, then shrugged her shoulders. “My partner, well, sort of partner”, she pondered, then called out “Jimmy”. 

“I doubt he can hear you from here, dear. Not with the door closed, and these walls are quite thick, as you know. I think you’ll have to do it the other way”.

Patty looked at her aunt rather reprovingly, then sighed. “You’re going to make me break a promise, you know. I told him last night that if he were a good boy, I’d let him have an easy day today” she paused and giggled. “Well, kinda easy by normal standards”, she compromised, pulling a face. “Now the days barely started, and you're making me become a ….what do you call someone who breaks a promise?” she turned questioningly to me, presumably because of my supposed literary connection.

Good question; I thought and racked my brains but couldn’t come up with anything bar a term I’d once read in a fantasy novel. It might even have been one of Tolkien’s. “Oathbreaker”, I offered rather sheepishly, spreading my arms to indicate that was my best effort.

“Fuck!” Patty snorted in amusement. “Sounds like something out of a Viking saga! Oh well, sorry Jimmy, love!” she twisted her left wrist and tapped several times on her Apple watch. “Just a little one, hardly feel it, I expect”, she muttered to herself.

A moment later, the door opened, and Jimmy entered immediately, dropping into that elaborate curtsy and at the same time managing to elegantly control both chain and swirling skirt. “Ma’am?”

Patty jumped up and crossed to him, kissed the finger that had tapped on her watch and gently tapped him on the top of his head, then lightly stroked his long straight hair as you might stroke a cat or a puppy. I noted a flash of gold from the small hoops in his ears as she lightly ruffled his hair.

“Sorry, honeybuns, I did shout, but you probably couldn’t hear me. I know I promised last night, but it was only a teeny-weeny shock, very lowest setting” then, turning to me, she laughed. “A first for both of us, I expect! Such a good boy, though, for answering so promptly” She cupped him under the chin and gave him a perfunctory kiss on the lips. “Now strip and show our visitor what a sexy little beast you are, strip, go on, everything but your shoes, socks and permie’s of course, don’t be shy!”

I noted that she ended on a slightly different note, a very discernible change of tone evident in her voice. That initial endearing fluff was replaced by more threatening steel—a tonal difference not lost on Jimmy either as he quickly divested himself of his clothing.

“No, dear, neatly please, not on the floor, use this”, Patty told him, sounding slightly vexed as though addressing a wilful child. This being the empty chair, she placed next to him with an exasperated tongue click. “Hands-on your head when finished and face front!” she ordered, returning to her seat.

I watched as the boy, youth, man, I still couldn’t quite make my mind up, hurriedly divested himself as ordered but took a moment to fold each garment and place it on the wooden chair beside him. The pile, like Jimmy, wasn’t very big. Just that long flowing pleated skirt, a white near translucent gipsy blouse with a low neckline, puffy sleeves, and a large pair of frilly transparent rose bloomers. That was it bar what she’d called his shoes, socks and ‘permies’, the latter standing for permanent, I assumed.

Patty answered my question for me unbidden as he stood there facing us with his hands crossed on top of his head as told. “Not bad for twenty-six, is he? Baby smooth and still only needs to shave once a week, if that! Looks way younger and only two years older than me, but I expect in what, ten or twelve years, I’ll look like a right old hag while he’ll still be virgin fresh, almost” she finished with a laugh and then wagged a finger at me.

“Sorry?” I blinked, for I’d been looking at Jimmy completely preoccupied!

“You’re supposed to be polite and exclaim ‘surely not’ or something similar and suitably flattering !” Patty scolded me with mock sincerity.”

“Ah”, I nodded, belatedly catching on. “Surely not! Well, maybe apart from a few wrinkles, grey hairs, additional warts and more sag in the boobs, the hag term might be pushing it a bit!” I bantered back after a moment’s thought.

Patty laughed and stuck her tongue out at me. “Liar, I haven’t a single wart, nor do my boobies droop”, she laughed, smoothing down her top, not yet anyway!” she turned to grin at her aunt “Oh, this one’s fun. I like this one! So, what do you think of my Jimmy then?”

I looked at him again, noting her deliberate use of the possessive pronoun in an almost but not entirely affectionate tense. What had she said? Her partner! What sort of partner? “Different”, I extemporised, looking at him.

Jimmy stood rigidly in front of us with his hand meekly clasped atop his head as ordered, eyes downcast, not looking at the three of us seated at the table, his pose neither relaxed nor tense. Demure was the term that came unbidden to mind. My eyes did the opposite, starting at his feet and travelling upwards.

Gleaming black patent ankle strap courts with three-inch heels, white cotton knee socks with frilly tops and then above that, presumably what Patty had termed his ‘permies?’ The tightly laced black leather waspie corselet squeezing his waist, the heavy black leather collar around his slender neck, and I noted his nipples had been pierced and sported gold hoops similar to those in his ears. Permies? Presumably permanent additions!

“The clothing, it’s a sort of punishment?”  I asked, also wondering about the gleaming steel chain leading back to the half-open door. 

“Punishment!” Patty exclaimed in genuine surprise. “Hell no! We both know what punishment is, don’t we, Sweetie? No, not punishment as such, more, well,  payback. Amusing little things I remember from time to time from our previous life together back when Jimmy had a life of his own. I remembered how he used to nag me about various things, earrings, for instance. Why didn’t I wear them? He even bought me a few sets. 

Patty tapped her ears. I never had them pierced, never wanted to because I’m not a fan of such stuff, don’t have a jewellery box on my dressing table, do I, Pet? There are a few trinkets tucked away in drawers, the odd necklace and bracelet, but I never wear them. Just not me! Look, not even a ring” she spread her fingers out for me to see.

Patty left her seat, walked back to Jimmy, pointed to his right nipple, and flipped his hair back to show an ear, pointing to the gold rings he sported. “He bought me them, so I thought I might as well get some use out of them if he likes them so much!” she flicked one of his nipple rings with her finger, then returned to the table and tore a piece of the end of a croissant and thrust it between her strong white teeth.

“Likewise his shoes,” she said, flicking some crumbs off her top. “Little idiot kept going on about heels, how sexy they were! He even admitted one night in bed that he had a bit of a fetish for them! Well, now he’s got about a dozen pairs to keep polished and can look as sexy as he wants all day long and thank his lucky stars that I don’t want him too tall, or I’d have him in heels twice that size! Now he knows what it’s like walking in the wretched things! Likewise, the skirt, he was always on at me to ditch my pants for something more ladylike. I like it, and with that chain, it's practical. He can pull it on or off over his head.”

“You're feminising him?”

“Uh-huh!” Patty shook her head and swallowed another bit of croissant. “Not at all, my boy, there is one hundred per cent all man. He might not be much of a hunk to look at, but he’s as macho as most guys.” I suppose, in a sense, it does look like that, you might be correct on both counts, but that was never my intention. I don’t see it like that. I truly don’t.”

My eyes ranged up and down and then fixed on his most noteworthy asset. Jimmy was not tall, not even in his heels, nor was he particularly well built. Not quite the emaciated little weed liable to have sand kicked in his face by the beach bully boys but not far off. Good looking but not a figure and physique likely to attract the eye of any bikini beach beauty except for one thing. No need to stuff a few pairs of socks down his shorts to draw the eye. Nature had compensated, indeed overcompensated him in another way!

Patty followed my gaze and thrust her chair back again, returning to him, confirming my initial impression. Patty was certainly no Amazon, but she was a good head taller than Jimmy, even in his heels and broader but not in an unattractive way. Her entire physique was far more shapely distance runner than steroid-built Soviet-era female shot putter!

“Not so much my little pony as my huge bloody stallion!” Patty laughed, directing an index finger downwards. “Ten inches. Ten and a half if he’s straining at the bit, so to speak, no pun intended. Pretty damn impressive for such a cute little runt, eh?”

Jimmy, I noticed, coloured with shame at her words, although his expression, such as I could see, remained wooden, not a flicker of emotion which couldn’t be said for his sizeable cock. Even in its dormant droopy state, it would have put a lot of fully erect guys to shame, but as Patty bent and lifted its bulbous uncut head between two fingers, it instantly twitched into life.

“Raring to go!” Patty giggled and tapped it hard with two fingers. “Down boy, down!” she ordered, “Don’t be disrespectful to our VIP guest” then she giggled again, winking at me as the bobbing organ promptly disobeyed her command, swelling and rising till it was almost pointing at me.

“A life of its own”, she observed. “No self-discipline!” Turn around, Jimmy. Back view now, turn!” she ordered, tapping one beringed nipple with a long slim finger. ”Twirl for our visitor and show off your pretty butt, quickly!”.

Jimmy instantly did as ordered with alacrity rendering her final comment pointless, for I was already gazing at his backside even as she spoke. His bottom and thighs contrasted entirely with the white skin covering the rest of his body—a multi-hued mass of blistered and scarred red, purple, blue and black bruised flesh. Looking at it made me feel queasy, not thinking about how it must feel. Hell. When was the last time he’d been able to sit down without screaming aloud in agony, I wondered.

I saw how he flinched as Patty ran her palm possessively over his buttocks and said with a giggle, “Yes, we do know what punishment is all about, don’t we, Babe! What happens to naughty, ungrateful boys! His plug and retaining strap gives him that delightful little wobble when he walks or does his daily tasks,” Patty said indifferently, pointing to his bottom. “That’s another of his permies, of course, as with his nice leather corset and chain”. She reached down and shook it as she spoke.

The chain I noted ran upwards to his leather waist corset disappearing through a large oval opening reinforced with heavy stitching and then reappeared to be secured via a large padlock. The chain, I realised, going right around his body, no doubt being an added discomfort given the way that garment was so tight

“Never comes off”, Patty noted, reading my thoughts and tapping first the chain and then the lock. “I syringed in some liquid epoxy after I locked it on, not that it remained liquid!” she laughed. “I thought about wearing the key on a chain around my neck but decided against it. Like I said, never been one for jewellery and only one of us wears a chain in this house, don’t they, Honey?” she ruffled Jimmy’s hair again in an affectionate way that contrasted with everything else she said and did regarding him. “He found it a little inconvenient at first. Well, we both did when it came to more intimate liaisons, but no big deal, hardly know he’s wearing it these days! 

“There are several points in the house where they affix his chain and can adjust it,” my host informed me looking up as she generously spread butter on a croissant. “Depends on his duties. The central point downstairs suffices for most of the day”.

“And the bedroom one for the night”, Patty giggled lightly, patting his bottom, making him jump again. “Now collect up your things and go back to the kitchen, dear, and tell Maria that you were a trifle tardy when your shock collar summoned you, one cut from her cane on each cheek. Now go, scoot!”

I watched him hurry away, noting that slight aberration in his walk as he scampered out, no doubt due to that strap running from the bottom of his corset and disappearing between his legs. Plugged, she’d said? I wondered how big was that alien object retained inside his rectum?

“No need to add hard,” Patty told me, stealing the last quarter of her aunt’s croissant and grinning at us as she nibbled it. “Maria is his older step-sister. She only has one setting when it comes to adding fresh colour to Jimmy’s bottom!”

I nodded. “So, I’d noticed” I was wondering if I was still hungry as I eyed the table and its tempting spread when an agonised shriek reached my ears despite the big heavy door being closed quickly followed by a second. Almost feminine, so high-pitched, were those two anguished cries. More colouring, I assumed, deciding that I wasn’t hungry.

“Such a girlie”, Patty muttered, picking the coffee pot up and waving it enquiringly at me. “No? Alright, well, plenty more if you change your mind. Just ask. Good service is never a problem here!” she added with a grim laugh and then, seeing my face added an explanation. “Oh, he’s always been like that, right from day one. Talks perfectly normally, quite the little butch and yet screams like a slaughtered piglet at the first touch of the cane or strap. He never seems to have got the least bit used to it, such a silly little scaredy-cat!”

There wasn’t the slightest hint of emotion on her face as she spoke, and I thought of the dreadful state Jimmy’s backside and thighs were in and how he’s jumped at the merest touch. I didn’t know about day one, but I’d sound the same and probably louder and shriller if that had been my backside in similar condition being caned! I recalled that predatory expression on Maria’s face. My curiosity was still unsated, though.

“So, who is Jimmy,” I asked her. “You keep referring to him as your partner, and the terms you use” I paused for a moment before adding, “All the dears and honey’s, etc. They do seem a little inappropriate” I gave her a wry smile. “A little out of character considering everything else?”

“Everything else?” She seemed genuinely puzzled for a second and then shrugged her shoulders somewhat indifferently. “Habit, I suppose.” She paused to look at me and seemingly made her mind up. “Long story. My second year at Uni, I’d just started back that Autumn. The campus had a big outdoor swimming pool with a partial cover, and they let holiday students and locals use it during the summer break. If the weather was mild, they often kept it open almost till the end of October”.

I nodded.

“Sports-wise, swimming was always my main sporting interest at school. I won a few medals and cups,” she smiled, nodding to a dresser decorated with numerous small silver-looking or pewter trophies and cups. “I took it seriously, of course. County champion at several breaststroke events but never seriously enough to be a national contender. She shook herself and wriggled her shoulders.” Maybe if I hadn’t looked in the mirror that day,” she mused. “Anyway, I did and decided to scale things back before I became a broad-shouldered, musclebound butch!” she broke off and laughed. “My coach was extremely disappointed, but did I want to end up looking like her? Well, maybe that’s exaggerating, but there is such a thing as a swimmers build, and I decided it wasn’t for me!”

“Just as bad as I am at getting to the point, isn’t she!” My host observed raising her hand and whispering aloud behind it. “Must run in the family!”

Patty looked curiously at her aunt and then back to me before continuing. “Anyway, by the time I started Uni, I’d given it up, only starting again for fun because the pool was there and looked so inviting, plus some exercise didn’t go amiss. My bestie at the time used to accompany me. She couldn’t swim a stroke but looked damn sexy sitting there in a micro bikini  checking out all male and female talent, which was why she came with me!”

“In October?” I queried in surprise, thinking about when her second year would have started.

Patty shook her head and clicked her tongue. “No, of course not. May till term ended. October, my swimming cosie, would make a brief in and out dip while she sat and watched in something more appropriate to the climate. Invariable fashionable and overtight in certain places but decidedly more practical weather-wise! Willie, watching, she called her interest in men’s bathing trunks.”

I nodded again, knowing what part of the male anatomy she meant. “Does that work?” I asked out of curiosity.

Patty giggled and shrugged again. “Depends on the trunks or shorts. In my experience, those that liked to display their hidden jewels through the very briefest and tightest were rarely worth the effort in terms of bedroom entertainment. Always a one-way trip with them in terms of satisfaction, but Jimmy proved different. Sweetly shy but oh so different, plus he was a virgin, so I got to train him from the start of our relationship, which made things so much easier. No bad bedroom habits to break” she paused, looked past me for a moment, and sighed.

“Poor Jimmy, he was the tiddler I caught and almost threw straight back in the water. I’d ditched my previous bedmate when we broke for the summer and joined auntie here until I returned. I was on the lookout for a suitable hunk but not that desperate when my friend burst out giggling as she spotted Jimmy strolling down the side of the pool. Honestly, he looked like he’d stuffed half a roll of salami roll down his trunks, and what was even more interesting, he seemed completely oblivious to the effect he was having. Priceless!”

“So you..”

Patty shook her head. “Not my type, but I initially did it for a bet. I mean, look at me compared to him. I’m no Amazon, but my cute little boy makes me look and feel like one! No, not my type at all, I thought at the time, but Jenny knew that and dared me to seduce him and report back to base sizewise!”

I nodded. “So you accepted?”

Patty grinned. “Yeah, well, the bitch owed me. I’d lost three bets in a row, and the forfeit was always the same. I’m not precisely bi, not much anyway, but she was not quite all the way lesbian but not far off except for enjoying a huge cock occasionally. Three times I’d had to lick the bitch to an orgasm, so I thought it was time I won one and felt her damn tongue in my pussy!

I looked over to the closed door Jimmy had disappeared through on his way back to the kitchen to ask Maria to cane his bottom. “A bet you won, I suspect?”

Patty laughed. “Oh, my yes”, she pulled a face, “but you know I never collected,” she said thoughtfully, wagging a finger at me. “I’d almost forgotten that. Next time I meet Jenny, I’ll remind the bitch she owes me something,” she laughed, “hell, but I was so busy riding the biggest cock I’d ever encountered and even better, the little runt could hold himself back like you’d not believe. Not only that, if he did get a shot off, he could get his weapon cocked and ready again almost immediately. I almost chained him to the bedpost that first night rather than let some less appreciative bitch get her hands on him!”

“I remember her writing to me about him”, my host added. “Told me that next time she came to stay, it might be as a twosome, but not to worry, she had long-term plans!”

“I did too,” Patty laughed. “Jimmy will never finish his Master's degree!”.

I glanced at the door again. “So you decided right from the beginning” I nodded in the direction I was looking. Her story fascinated me, as did Patty herself. She was no different to her aunt in that respect, but she was so young, so vibrant, and so actively engaged was an added extra. Having met Betty and Gunner and now Jimmy and Maria, I should have been appalled at the casual cruelty and inherent sadism that emanated from the girl. I was, in part, yet also riveted.

Patty followed my line of sight as she considered. “No, not immediately”, she admitted. “Jimmy, apart from one outstanding, very outstanding feature, was the opposite of what usually attracted me in a guy, but somehow I couldn’t let him go. Oh, I had a couple of other flings, of course on the side, still, do if the right guy catches my eye.”

“Marcel, for one”, My host sniffed rather disapprovingly.

Patty laughed again. “Oui, my big teddy bear.” She winked at me. “He’s an artist friend, well known in the Montmarte district. A lovely man, huge, bearded and covered in a mass of body hair. He resembles a great big bear and is also equipped rather well where it matters. A bit too left-wing politically for aunties taste but great fun. I usually stay with him if I’m in Paris, and he adores Jimmy, more even than me, I think” she paused and giggled. “Of course, that’s a one-sided relationship, I’m  afraid, but he’s such a big sweetie, so who am I to complain when he tucks Jimmy under one huge arm and heads upstairs for a little loving if I’m watching TV or busy with some paperwork!”

I could imagine what she meant by a ‘little loving’, and I assumed Jimmy was neither bi nor gay! I wondered if this Marcel was as big as Jimmy and how the smaller man coped? “Big where it matters!” I spoke my thoughts aloud, prompting another giggle from Patty. “As Jimmy was!”

“That contrast appealed to me from the start and was very practical. Every other guy I’ve bedded with something worth sticking in my pussy made me feel somewhat insignificant, but with Jimmy, right from the off, it was something else entirely. The silly boy tried to take in the missionary position that first time after an extended bout of foreplay. That seemed to go on forever; he was just so good at holding it back even that very first time for him,” she broke off with a wicked giggle. “Heck, Maria and I can tease him for hours if we want, the poor frustrated, babe!”

I thought of something. “I noticed his cock is completely free, unlike” I‘d forgotten already, no I hadn’t. “Unlike Gunner, I saw on the way here. I noticed that he had one of those male chastity device things locked on him?”

Patty was about to reply when we were distracted by several raps on one of the big French windows. Another girl stood there smiling in at the three of us. Younger and more diminutive than Patty with a high blonde ponytail and a trim figure clad in fashionable skin-tight blue riding leggings, a matching polo shirt and brown riding boots. It was the wicked-looking crop in her hand she’d used to knock on the glass. A door to the walled garden stood open; I could see several human ponies standing still through it.

“Tch”, Patty clicked her tongue, rising to her feet. “Chloè is taking a shortcut again!”

“That’s him, the skinny one in front,  I was telling you about earlier, “Blooper”, my host whispered, pointing through the window towards the open doorway in the red brick mossy wall. 

I grinned at her. “The one you didn’t finish telling me about, you mean! I reminded her as Patty, after a moment of struggle, managed to get the stiff French window open. She held a hasty whispered consultation with the youthful Chloè then the pair of them headed towards those ponies.

“Ah yes, my introduction to Betty and Gunner rather intervened, did it not?

I nodded, thinking, Blooper, Betty, Gunner, Jimmy, Maria and now Chloè. Unfinished questions about some of them and others I’d yet to ask. That list didn’t even include Patty and this bizarre little empire she’d inherited, seemingly being served to me on that dinner plate against all my expectations! Curiosity was beginning to nag at me like an insistent itch, and I needed to scratch it!

“Another croissant,” my host asked, offering me a different sort of plate. 

I looked through the window towards the girls and those two-legged ponies and then thought about Jimmy in the kitchen before deciding I was hungry after all and not just for more breakfast. “You know what you said last night during supper. Could I take you up on that kind offer of hospitality and stay for a few more days? It might be interesting” Hell, I thought,  another ticket with that airline would hardly be expensive, and I’ve nothing on that’s important. She never finished telling me about Australia either last night. Something else for my growing list!

She smiled with apparent approval as I devoured the croissant, but that was less from hunger and more from a desire to clear my mouth, ready to ask more questions.