We arrived back at the pub, entering directly into the garden. The summer sunshine had brought out a lot of people, all keen to sit outside. Luckily, there was one table free, and, even luckier, it was away from the other tables so would afford us some privacy. My bottom was still smarting from my recent spanking, and my penis still twitching from the exchange between Laura and Amy, where the former had threatened to punish the latter before there had been a fond making up between the pair.

I was led over to the table by the two girls. It was a rectangular table that would seat six along two benches. Laura said she would sit one side, and I would sit the other, next to Amy.

“I'll get us a bottle of Prosecco,” Laura declared, “and a large lemonade for Stevie.” If there was ever a time that I needed an alcoholic drink, this was it. But Laura never allowed me alcohol and, besides which, I was driving.

“Are you happy to have a ploughman's lunch, Amy?” Laura asked. Amy nodded her agreement and Laura replied, “Great! I'll order three of them.” I was getting no say in what I ate, but I was content with a ploughman's, a classic English pub lunch consisting of chunks of bread and cheese with various accompaniments, such as salad, chutney and pickled onions.

I was left alone with Amy, who started engaging me in conversation. “You look really pretty today, pet. I don't know why you don't dress like this for uni. You'd easily pass as a girl and it would give James a thrill.”

I had no intention of doing that, but I wasn't going to get into an argument with Amy. She didn't expect a reply, instead changing the subject, saying, “I love your nails, pet.” She continued with her frivolous nattering, talking to me about different techniques for painting nails, not a subject that interested me very much.

Then, without warning, I felt her hand on my knee, which was hidden from view beneath the table. I felt myself redden and wondered if I should brush it off. Then I reasoned that might cause a scene so I left it there.

Concentrating on what she was saying was impossible as she massaged my knee with her fingers. And then, without pausing to take breath, she slowly moved her hand up my thigh.

What was Laura going to say if she saw this? Should I be taking action? Even as I thinking through my options, her hand was going higher, and it could only travel in that direction by pushing my skirt further up my legs.

“No!” I whispered, as forcefully as I could. “Stop it, Amy! Please!”

She ignored me, and carried on talking about nails. How anyone could talk nonstop on this ridiculous subject was beyond my comprehension, yet somehow Amy was more than capable.

Her hand was now on my inner thigh, inside my groin. And then a finger was probing the elastic of my panties, burrowing its way inside, to be followed by the other fingers of that hand.

And, all the while, she kept chatting inanely, giving no indication to the outside world that she was stroking me so intimately. My penis was reacting to her sensual touching. Concentrating on what she was saying would have been impossible even if the topic had been absorbing.

Now she was fingering my cage, before caressing my testicles. My penis was throbbing and leaking. Yet she continued with her gentle massaging. It felt so good yet so wrong. I knew I shouldn't allow her to do this but somehow I couldn't bring myself to put an end to it.

It was with mixed relief that I saw Laura walking towards us, carrying a tray with drinks and glasses. Amy withdrew her hand and smiled sweetly at Laura.

“You two been behaving yourselves?” Laura asked in jest. If only she knew! I was sure I must have seemed flustered but, if so, Laura chose to ignore the signs.

However, any lingering anger that Laura may have felt over my earlier disobedience had now dissipated, and she was her former friendly self.

oooOOooo

We slowly sipped our drinks and enjoyed the summer warmth. It also began to feel normal, sitting dressed as a girl with two beautiful companions. Very soon, our food was delivered to the table and we set to work demolishing it. Nothing much was said until the meal was finished, and then Amy started up again with her relentless advice on nails.

I felt even Laura was struggling to show interest when, suddenly, I was aware of a shadow being cast across the table. Instinctively, I glanced up. Oh, my God! It was Dr Samantha Payne. I instantly turned crimson.

She was peering at Laura. “Hello, Laura,” she remarked. “What a small world. Fancy meeting you here.”

Laura was also blushing, but I was sure she was a lighter shade of red compared with me. If I was hoping that Dr Payne had not recognised me, my hopes were soon to be dashed. The doctor turned her attention towards me. “Hello, Mr Kelly—we meet again!” she declared, without a moment's hesitation—or indeed surprise! “You look lovely today.”

“Thank you,” was all I hoarsely whispered, my vocal cords seemingly paralysed. She was dressed very differently to how she'd been at the surgery. Gone was the crisp white blouse and the business suit. Instead, she wore a skintight, pale blue vest top and a dark blue miniskirt. Her breasts were more prominent than they had been and were larger than I had remembered, as well as hanging a little lower. I was sure she was braless.

“Er... Mr Kelly—my eyes are up here!” she reminded me. Only ten seconds had passed and I had already been told off.

"Stevie!" hissed Laura, glaring at me. “Behave yourself! Or do you want another you know what?”

Dr Payne may not have understood what Laura was referring to, but she smiled pleasantly at her, commenting, “Don't worry, I get it a lot, but most men are quick to learn that such behaviour is inappropriate. I trust that Mr Kelly is a fast learner.” She switched to looking at me as she uttered that last sentence. Her tone was ominous... threatening, in fact.

“Sorry,” I muttered, wondering if I was permitted to speak.

Laura chose to move the conversation on. “This is Amy,” she explained, waving a hand in Amy's direction. “Stevie and Amy are both doing post-grad degrees in history and they work together.”

“Hello, Amy! I'm very pleased to meet you. I'm Sam Payne, and I'm Mr Kelly's GP.”

“Hello, doctor,” Amy said, looking a little bewildered.

“Please call me Sam! I hate all this formality nonsense... It's busy here, isn't it? The warm weather has brought out the crowds.” She had a drink and a plate with a sandwich in her hands and glanced around to see if there was a free table.

Laura quickly picked up on the subtle message the doctor was conveying. “Please join us, Sam. Sit down, please!”

“Oh! Only if you're sure, girls, I don't want to interrupt your lunch.”

“No! We'd love to talk to you, Sam.”

Dr Payne sat herself down next to Laura and opposite me. “So, Mr Kelly, how have things been since I last saw you?”

Should she be talking to me about medical matters, in public, and in front of Amy? It didn't seem ethical. But I had to reply, so I simply said, “Fine, thank you, doctor.”

She smiled and turned to Laura, asking, “Did the problem clear up, Laura? And did normal... er... function return?” She was skirting around the issues, but I knew she was asking Laura if I was still free of any fungal infection at the back of my scrotum, and whether I had regained the ability to have erections having stopped the drug.

“Everything is fine, thank you,” responded Laura. “But you can speak openly in front of Amy. There are no secrets between us. And no other table is close enough to overhear.”

No secrets! So, Amy knew about my infection and the impotence effects of the drug I had taken while uncaged. I looked at Amy and she gave me a bashful smile. She'd kept quiet about that!

“Best these things are in the open,” agreed the doctor. She turned her attention to me again. “Well, Mr Kelly, you certainly scrub up well. You present a very convincing female persona. Is this Laura's work? The make-up is so good, and that wig is real hair, isn't it?”

I smiled and confirmed that Laura was the make-up artist. “I'm not surprised to see you all girlified, Mr Kelly. You made a poor job of hiding the clues,” she laughed. “But I think it's wonderful that you and Laura are in this special relationship, and even more wonderful that you are so open about it and can share information with your friends.”

“Yes,” agreed Amy, “I take care of Stevie at university when Laura's not around. I help to make sure he's well-behaved after... well, after some troubling past episodes.”

I didn't think I could go any redder. I looked in Laura's direction, hoping she would shut Amy up, but she chose to ignore my plaintive appeal.

“Oh! What's he done? I want to know more!” Dr Payne zealously enquired, leaning forward.

Amy looked around to make sure she wasn't overheard, before saying in a loud whisper, “You won't believe this, but he asked me what underwear I was wearing!”

“No way!” exclaimed the doctor, who was now wide-eyed and open-mouthed. She turned to glare at me in disbelief. “Please tell me you didn't do that, Mr Kelly.”

“I—”

“Yes, he did, and Laura had to cane him because of it.” She nodded her head to confirm to Dr Payne that she had heard her correctly. “Yes! Cane him! Since then, I've been keeping an eye on him in case he tries it on with some other poor girl. And he's had to be caned before for rifling through his sister's underwear drawer! Can you believe anyone would do that?”

Dr Payne shook her head in astonishment. I had to try to set the record straight. “But I—”

“Please be quiet, Mr Kelly. I'm talking to Amy. As you had to be punished, it's obvious you did wrong, so please don't try to excuse your behaviour.”

“No, but—”

“Stevie—you've been told to be quiet, so do as you're told,” Laura demanded, doing little to reduce the volume of her voice.

“Sorry,” I muttered. All three women stared at me, and I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

“But he has his good points as well, Sam,” explained Amy, perhaps thinking she needed to present a more balanced appraisal. She looked to her left and right to ensure no one could overhear, before whispering, “He's fantastic at worshipping toes!” She gave a nodding smile.

“Ooooh! You mean he's a foot slave?” asked Dr Payne, visibly excited.

Amy nodded. “Yeah, that's right.”

“It's a good while since I had my toes sucked,” replied the doctor. “How totally thrilling!”

“Would you like Stevie to nibble your toes, Sam?” asked Laura. “If he got under the table, no one would know he was there.”

The doctor glanced around to confirm that what Laura had said was correct. “Oh, my! But only if you're sure, Laura. I totally don't want to cause you embarrassment.”

I stared at Laura, unable to comprehend what she was saying—it was ridiculous to think I could get under the table to worship the doctor's feet. Surely, she would see that? But, no, Laura simply glared back at me. It was true, that where our table was located, on the very edge of the garden, it was unlikely that anyone would see what I was doing. However, that would not make the task any less demeaning.

Laura and I maintained eye contact for a few seconds longer, neither of us saying a word. Then, with a sense of defeat, I eased myself onto the grass and positioned myself in front of Dr Payne's feet. Her legs were crossed, so that her right foot was perfectly positioned for sucking.

“They're a little dusty, Mr Kelly,” she said, “but I'm sure you can lick the dirt off.”

“No peeping at her undies, pet,” Amy unhelpfully remarked.

“Don't worry, Amy, I have my legs firmly crossed. Besides, maybe I'm not wearing any undies.” The doctor sniggered, and the other two roared with laughter. “But Mr Kelly won't be the one to find out the truth, I promise you that!”

I set to work, licking and nibbling each toe in turn, my mouth slowly removing the dirt and grit that Dr Payne had warned me about. Unlike Amy's toes, that had smelt heavenly, the same could not be said about the doctor's, though I appreciated that she had probably been on her feet all day.

“Not just the toes, Mr Kelly. I need the whole foot doing, soles as well as uppers. I want them to be spotless.”

I continued my efforts. My mouth was getting increasingly dry and I was finding it impossible to rid myself of the muck that was accumulating in my mouth. It reached the point where I was starting to cough and almost gag.

Dr Payne took note. “I think Mr Kelly needs something to drink,” she commented.

“I know!” declared Amy, who then stood up and walked off. I had no idea what she was doing but she returned a few minutes later and slid a large dog bowl, filled with water, underneath the table. “Don't worry, pet,” she explained, “it's clean. The barmaid gave it me.”

“How totally appropriate that you call him 'pet', Amy,” laughed the doctor.

There were several dogs in the pub garden, and dog bowls were scattered around for their welfare. I suppose it was some small consolation that Amy had fetched me a clean one rather than one that had already been drunk from by a dog. Nonetheless, it was still belittling having to lap water from a bowl, but it was the only way to rid my mouth of the debris I was collecting off the doctor's feet.

oooOOooo

As I worked away at my task, I was listening to the conversation taking place between the three women.

“Did you take my advice to get Mr Kelly a smaller cage, Laura?” enquired Dr Payne.

“Er... no, not yet. Stevie doesn't think he could manage with anything smaller.”

The GP and Amy simultaneously snorted their disdain for what Laura had said. Dr Payne replied, “I thought you were in charge, Laura? Isn't that what's meant by a Female-Led Relationship?”

“Yes, I am, but I don't want to abuse my position, Sam. Stevie gets easily aroused and is often in a lot of discomfort, sometimes pain, and this would be made worse if he had a smaller device. I don't see how he can stop becoming aroused all the time.”

“He's gaslighting you, Laura,” clarified Dr Payne, in an astonished tone. “Men get aroused either through physical play, or from mental imagery. If you stimulate him in a sensual way, or reveal yourself to him in a provocative manner, it's probably impossible for him not to get an erection, but if he has erotic thoughts in the absence of any direct input from anyone, then the arousal is of his own making. He needs to control his thoughts, and it's so wrong of him to make you believe he has no control.”

“He's sex mad,” chirped Amy. “Laura says he never stops thinking about sex. I'm on my guard all the time at uni.”

“But he's not tried it on with you, has he, Amy?” declared Laura, who I felt was jumping to my defence.

“Well... not if you discount him asking me about my underwear.”

“So he's well behaved, most of the time,” concluded Laura. “Isn't he?” she decisively added, to which Amy could give only one answer.

“Hmm... I suppose so,” she admitted, but reluctantly.

Dr Payne pulled the conversation back to my cage. “Look, girls, we're deviating from the issue of cage size. Mr Kelly should only become aroused when Laura wants him to become aroused. At other times, he should be using self-control to remain limp. He needs to direct his thoughts away from sex and wearing a smaller cage would compel him to think of other things.”

“Yes, I see what you're saying,” remarked Laura.

The doctor continued, “He admitted to me at the surgery that before he was restrained, he was masturbating daily. That's not healthy and it was because he was having erotic thoughts. It's far better for him to wear a smaller cage, which will quickly remind him that he needs to have cleaner ideas, take my word for it. You're being too soft on him, Laura, and he won't thank you for it.”

I begged to differ, but I knew better than to say so. Was Laura buying into this?

“I can recommend someone in London who specialises in devices. I'll text you her details.”

“Oh, thanks, that'll be great,” Laura observed.

“Oh, gosh, it's late,” Dr Payne suddenly announced. “I need to be going. Mr Kelly, please stop what you're doing and put my shoes back on.”

“Yes, we need to be going soon as well, Sam. Stevie has chores to get done and I've an essay to finish off.”

“Keeping him busy should help take his mind off sex, Laura. Anyhow, thank you, girls, I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with you. We'll have to do it again. Laura, please feel free to share my phone number with Amy.”

A few minutes later, the doctor was gone, and I was allowed to crawl out from beneath the table.

“You look a mess, sweetie,” declared Laura. “Straighten your clothes and let me adjust your wig.”

oooOOooo

We made our way back to my car. After dropping Amy at her flat, it was just me and Laura together.

“Did you buy into what Dr Payne was saying, Miss? You know, about me needing a smaller cage?”

“It made sense, didn't it? You do seem to think of nothing but sex.”

“But... but being with you and not getting much relieve, I can't do anything else, Miss. I've never known anyone like you—you're so gorgeous! You keep turning me!”

Laura smiled sweetly, saying, “You're going to get yourself worked up again, muffin, which is exactly why you need a smaller cage. You can't spend every waking minute thinking of sex.”

“I try not to, but—”

“We'll see if Dr Payne's ideas work by getting you a smaller cage. Okay, muffin?”

“Yes, Miss,” I replied, my stomach churning over at the prospect.