Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 33 - Angela 15:00 Sunday afternoon

Part 33, the final part of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.
  

Part 33     - Angela   15:00 Sunday afternoon

Angela sat at her desk in her black silk embroidered dressing gown.  She stared at the large computer screen.  The boys had done a good job installing the cameras.   The sound was a little muffled but the images were good even in low light.   At some point Jane would wonder why her Wi-Fi had slowed down but it would probably only be when she had maintenance work done that she’d find out.  Unless, a senior member told her about the video feed and the edited ‘highlights’ on the Sisterhood’s network but only the foolish would want to pay a forfeit like Jane for such a misdemeanour.

Angela looked across from her screen.  James was asleep, his body draped across the horse with his arms and legs bound to it.  Drool was coming through his ball gag.  Jane smiled.  He’d been such a good boy.  She got up from her desk and her rings shifted.  With no knickers under her sheer gown, they jangled softly and gave her a gentle frisson as she walked round the rear of the horse.   She smiled with intense pleasure at the sight that greeted her.  James’s bottom was still gaping. Leroy and Ashton had done an excellent job.  Worth every penny. James stirred slightly as she teased his Prince Albert ring.   His cock cage with its curved Prince’s Wand was still locked securely in place. Her lovely man had leaked and dribbled a lot while Leroy and Ashton had ridden him.  The painful restriction had prevented him from orgasming.  Just as it should be.   Just as it would always be.

It had been quite an evening.  The twin charms of Imogen and Freddie in the lobby had been successful in inviting a couple of aircrews up to the party.  Several of the stewards and pilots had enjoyed a go with James while at least three stewardesses had tried him with a strapon.  Leroy and Ashton had been in great demand with the stewards and stewardesses too, as well as one of the pilots.   Candy and Sugar hadn't been neglected either.   Poor cock caged James had just had to watch and get fucked. Even Candy and Sugar had wanted a turn with him although they’d each needed a blue tablet and their little cocks beaten with her crop before they could get hard enough.  The sissymaids had loved the opportunity to exercise their little cocklets although she’d needed to drive the stock of her crop into their bottoms to keep them up to the task.   Such fun and so humiliating for James.   She just hoped he would be rested and regained some energy for the evening when he could thank her.   His arse might be sore but his tongue should still be perfectly capable.

Angela smiled to herself.  She was amused at the continuing gossip even amongst more senior members of the Sisterhood about James, and indeed herself.   The thought of James being allowed to penetrate caused her to chuckle.  James might be an investment banker during the week but he was her plaything, she would never be his. That would be totally unbecoming of a leader of the Sisterhood.  Only once had he tried getting ideas above his station: a protracted ball kicking with her studded Demonia boots had soon made him understand his place and the error of his ways.   His role was to serve and lick.  And he owed her too much.

Angela sat down and replayed the clip.    Despite the curtains being drawn there was still enough light for the camera to pick out the two figures entwined together in the bed.   The sound quality might be poor but the message was clear enough.  Jane might be intoxicated from Rebecca’s mixture but she had definitely invited a breach of Rule 7. 

Angela needed to have a discussion with Lady Dixon and maybe Rebecca about Jane.  Rebecca had done well in providing the toilet facilities for the party and it looked like the Verity Account would be safe with her agency given the client seemed besotted with Jane’s sissy.  She deserved promotion for making the Sisterhood aware of Andy.  That boy was very pretty but had a lot to learn.  It was questionable whether Jane was the right person to guide him longer term. After all, her only previous attempt had just ended up with a contented, permanent cross-dresser. Most unsatisfactory.  If The Sisterhood didn’t act now, it was possible others like the Dark Institute might intervene, not just with Andy but with Jane too. She was still an attractive lady after all.

Despite Jane’s deliberate desire to flout Rule 7, her poor sissy had not been able to complete the task – such a sweet boy not to take advantage, or maybe he was reaching the point where he preferred the other route to pleasure. After all it had taken a vibrator in his bottom to get him hard.  The boy had so much potential.  He would be perfect for the Sisterhood’s upcoming marketing campaign to launch BOY.   The problem was that Jane was too soft on the boy: he needed to be pushed harder than his Aunt would ever manage.   There was one obvious gap in his education.   And if Verity couldn’t or wouldn’t do his duty, she knew plenty who would.  Given the response at the auction, there was a complete, new income opportunity for the Sisterhood.  Although Verity could provide some valuable contributions to The Sisterhood’s coffers if they provided his route to the pretty femboi.  

She made up her mind.  Further disciplinary action would be needed for Jane.   The Hunt next weekend would provide an ideal opportunity, and Andy could start to learn more about BOY.  Jane was so naïve and greedy.  That friend of his - William was it? – he didn’t need to be sissified.  He could be a useful means of getting Andy’s attention and drawing him away from Jane.   The Sisterhood would decide the future of all three.  Time for an email to Aly and Rebecca.

end of Part 33 and end of  "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives"

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 32 - Andy 14:00 Sunday afternoon

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Part  32  - Andy 14:00 Sunday afternoon

Andy slid his key into the lock and tried to open the door quietly.  He hoped to be able to make it to his bedroom without anyone noticing.

“Darling, is that you?” his mother called.

“Yes, mum.”

“Do you want something to eat?  We’re just finishing lunch.”

“No, mum.”  Andy was starving.  Apart from a piece of toast he’d grabbed at Aunt Jane’s he hadn’t eaten anything since the reception last night.  He’d planned to try and get something later.

“Well come through anyway.  I haven’t seen you since yesterday afternoon.”  Andy went into the dining room.  His father, mother, brother and his brother’s girlfriend were all seated.   There was a space for him.   He gave his mother a peck on the check.  “Hi Dad.   Hi bro.” 

“Sit down.  Are you sure you wouldn’t like anything?”

“Well maybe a little.” 

“You can serve yourself.  It’s only a vegetable casserole.”

Andy started to help himself.  He was conscious that all eyes were on him, particularly his brother’s girlfriend.

“I love your hair darling,” said his mum.  “It suits you.   I thought it was you in the salon yesterday with Jane.”

“And I like how you’ve done your eyes.  Eyeliner looks so good on you,” said his brother’s girlfriend.  “You must show me how you do them.   Love your choker too.”

Andy cringed.  He knew he couldn’t do anything about the slave collar or his hair but he’d totally forgotten about his make-up.  He’d touched it up at Mr.V’s and before getting into  bed with Jane but it hadn’t occurred when he was leaving his Aunt’s house.   As he picked up his cutlery, he stared down at his hands.  Bright crimson nails.  He looked up, smiled sheepishly at the family members round the table, and gave a shrug.

“Don’t worry Andy.  You look great,” said his brother.  “If a little tired.”

“That reminds me, Andy,” said his mother,  “William called this morning.  He wanted to know whether you'd like to go the cinema.   He said that there’s a new Keira Knightley film out and wondered if you wanted to go.   He was wondering about Monday evening.  I said you’d call back.”

“Oh!  But I was hoping to go round to Aunt Jane’s tomorrow evening to see how she was.” 

“Isn’t Jane well?  I can go round this afternoon.”

“No, I wouldn’t do that,” spluttered Andy still trying to chew his first mouthful. “She’s just very tired after a long night.  We didn’t get back till late.”

“OK, if you’re sure,” said his mother.

Andy was still chewing his first mouthful when his phone bleeped.  He pulled it out of his pocket.

“Do you have to?” said his father.

“Sorry, dad.  It’s just a text.  Can I just read it and then I’ll put it away.”  Andy unlocked the phone and looked at the screen.  It was text from a number he didn’t recognise.  “Thank you for giving me your number.   You are gorgeous.  Thank you for a lovely evening.  Loved talking to you.  I would really like to see you again soon.  How about Monday?   H xxx”.    A WhatsApp came in while he was reading Mr.V’s message.  “Hi Andy.  Sorry about my bad manners yesterday.  I thought you looked gorgeous.  I told India. We’d like to go out with you tomorrow evening.  Please wear your make-up.  Nic x”.  

Andy put his phone back in his pocket.  He put his head in heads.  How could he be in four different places at one time?   “Help Professor Heisenberg,” he muttered under his breath.   “Please, help.”

end of Part 32

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 31 – Jane and Andy 11:40 Sunday morning

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Part  31  – Jane and Andy  11:40 Sunday morning  

Jane was clean, powdered and perfumed, although even with a blow dry, there was little Andy had been able to do with her hair.  She still wore her steel collar. She curled up in her Superking bed.   The bed was warm but she shivered and shook.   The shock of what had happened was now hitting her.  

“Hold me, honey.”  Jane’s words were rather slurred.  She sounded tipsy and she hadn’t been very stable on her feet although Andy had at first put that down to her being in suspension bondage for several hours.

“Yes, Auntie.”   Andy snuggled up behind her and pressed his smooth chest against her back. He had showered and fixed his make-up as soon he’d got Jane settled.   He was powdered too and had doused himself in Coco Mademoiselle before getting into bed beside her. Like his Auntie, he still wore a shiny steel collar around his neck since he had not been able to find the keys.  Andy’s arms circled her waist and cupped the underside of her breasts.  Jane felt secure and safe for the first time in many hours. 

“You schmell nice, Amanda” Jane mumbled. She was home with her beautiful boy.  Jane relaxed in his warmth and farted.

“Shorry, honey.   It comesh from wearing that tunnel plug for so long. I know you cleaned me but I must be full of air down there.”

“Don’t worry, Auntie.”

“Do you have the shame problem, Amanda?”  Jane reached a hand round and felt Andy’s bottom.  Her middle finger touched something hard.  “You’re still plugged, darling!   You’re such a good girl.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“You don’t need to be.  You’re home now.  You can take ‘William’ out.”

“Really?  I’ve got quite used to it.   I had been hoping you would take it out for me.” 

“Shorry, darling.”   Her hand moved to his front and tried to cup his balls.  “Shtill tethered!”

“Yes.”

“You don’t need to be.” 

“Thank you, Auntie.   Let me go to the bathroom.”   A couple of minutes later there was a rustle at the bedside table and Andy was back.   He cuddled her again.

“So it was Mr.V?”

“Yes, Auntie.”  

“Wasz he nice?” asked Jane wondering how he would know about the auction.

“Yes, Auntie.”  Andy stroked the cleft between Jane’s breasts.

“Did you like him?

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Wasz he kind?

“Yes, Auntie?”

“Wasz he gentle?”

“Yes, Auntie.”   One of Andy’s hands stroked Jane’s neck while the other fondled her breasts.   “He was lovely.”

“Doesh he have a nice cock?”

“Really, Auntie!” squeaked Andy indignantly.

“Well doesh he?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Wasz it nice to get reacquainted with it after your last eshcapade?”

“Well ….”   Andy thought that this was a bit rich given that he’d only met Harry because she had lent him as a maid to Rebecca. 

“Did he…?”

“Did he what, Auntie?”

“Did he fuck you, dear?”

“No, Auntie.”   A note of sadness seemed to sound in Andy’s voice.   “No, no he didn’t.”  

Jane recoiled in surprise.    “But, I thought…… “    Jane felt Andy squeeze her tightly. 

“No, Auntie.”

“But I ashshumed ….”

“No, Auntie.”

“But didn’t he want to?”

“Yes, I know he did.   But he didn’t.”

“What!  I don’t undershtand.  ”

“He said it seemed wrong.”

“Did you want him to?”

There was a pause before Andy replied.   “Maybe.”   Another pause.   “No.  Yes.  Yes, I did.”

“Maybe, No, Yesh.  What kind of answer is that?”

“I’m so confused, Auntie.   Yes, I think I did.   Last night was so strange.   I kept thinking I was going to get fucked.  And then they were fucking you ……”

“No they didn’t.” 

“But I heard you being fucked, Auntie.”

“It wasn’t me.  They plugged and vibrated me later but never fucked me.   And I got pissed and shat on as you saw.”

“Really?”

“But what about you?   I’m sure you’d have been ready for him after taking that big cock?”

“I didn’t!” exclaimed Andy.

“What?”

“No, Auntie.  I never did.    I heard you being fucked.”

“It wasn’t me.”

“So who was it, Auntie?”

“I don’t know.  But it wasn’t me.  So what did happen with Mr.V?”

“We chatted.  He made me a hot chocolate.  He sucked my cock.”

“He did what?”

“He sucked my cock.”

“Really?  Oooh!” Jane felt quite excited at the thought of her pretty girl being fellated.  

“We chatted some more.  And we had a bit of a cuddle.”

“And that was all?”

“Pretty much.  I said I felt tired and he offered to put me to bed.”

“Oh yes …”

“No, not like that.  It was strange, I almost wanted it to happen.  I think we both did.  But he said it would be wrong.  He didn’t want to feel like he’d bought me.”

“But he had.”

“I guess. In a way.  But I knew what he meant: it didn’t seem right somehow.   And anyway, I love you.”

“Thank you darling.”   Jane felt something moist fall on her back and then a slight sob.  “Don’t cry, darling,” although there was a tear in her own eye at his kind and loving words.  “And don’t worry.  It will happen sometime.”

“I know. And he is very nice.  But I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t honey.   I’ll always be here.”

“Thank you, Auntie.  

“You’re so sweet.  Come here.”   Jane turned round and kissed Andy on the lips, then curled up again with her back to him.

“I’ll still wear a butt plug for you.  Whenever you want me I’ll be plugged and willing.”  

“Oh, you silly goose.   You don’t need to do that although it would be nice.   Are you sure it isn’t so you’re also ready for Mr.V?”

“I don’t know.   I would like him to.  It would seem natural.   He is lovely.    Would it really be all right with you?  I don’t want to hurt you.”

 “It wouldn’t hurt me at all, darling.    In fact I think it would be good for you.   If he’s nice and you like him that’s fine.  It certainly doesn’t sound like he just wants casual sex.”

“No.  He is nice.   Oh, you should see him Auntie, he is very handsome.   And he’s clever.  Very clever.”

“Yes, I know Amanda.   Remember, I have met him at the office.   He is one of our clients.”

 “Oh, yes.   Will that cause you a problem?”

“No I don’t think so.”

“Although you do need to think about where this leaves you with William.”

“Yes, William,” Andy mused.  “I took it out when I was with Mr.V.”

“Not that ‘William', silly.   I meant the William.”

“Yes.   I still like William lots.  William’s very special to me.   But Mr.V’s different.  He’s sophisticated.”

“And lots of girls your age have older lovers.”  

“He’s not that old.  Just a bit older.”

“Yes, dear.   Do you mean younger than me?”

“No, Auntie.  Well, yes Auntie.   I mean …” Andy stumbled.

“It’s OK honey.   I’d just thought William might have been your first.   Older lovers tend to be more considerate though.  Strapons are nice but I think you'll find cock is nicer.”

"Maybe, Auntie," said Andy dreamily thinking about Mr.V.  "But I've always been very satisfied."   He  snuggled closer to Jane and stroked her nipples.  Jane could feel something stirring and pressing between her thighs.   “We never did get our dance at the Gala, Auntie.”

“I know, darling.   You looked so pretty last night and I'd been so looking forward to taking out William and giving you a night to remember.   But I think I’m too tired.   Shorry if you missed out last night. ”

“Don’t worry Auntie.   Every evening is a night to remember with you,”  he said giving his Aunt a hug.

“That’s so sweet, honey.  Do you really remember every time?”

“I think so.”

“You know I said about how older lovers can be more considerate.”

“And you always were Auntie.  Right from that first night when I learned that I need never touch my cock again …..”

“Yes, darling.   But younger ones can be too.   Girls have needs, if you’d still like a little dance.   “It’s strange, I feel tired.  Too tired to make love to you but alert and bit wired.   Have you ever thought you might lead?”

“But I’ve never…” 

“Well there’s always a first time.” 

“Are you sure, Auntie?”

“Yes, darling.  And I do feel very empty after that tunnel plug.”

“There, Auntie?  “But that would mean …”

“Yes, honey.  You may.”

“But there, Auntie?”   

“Yes.  Your tongue does a perfectly good job in the other area and I’d never be able to look your mother in the eye again”   Andy kissed the back her neck.  Jane could feel him stiffening.   He nibbled her ear.

“Is your harness in the usual drawer?”

“Darling, I’m not expecting you to wear my strapon.  That’s just for you and my girlfriends.  You’re perfectly equipped, honey.  I want you to be Andy not Amanda, at least for a while.     The condoms are in the bedside drawer.   And don’t worry about foreplay darling, after last night, I’m ready.”

Andy moved away and flipped on the bedside light for a few moments. He had never felt prouder but anxiety started to fill him.    He was soon back cuddling her but although his cock pressed against her buttock cheeks it remained in its semi-erect state.  “Sorry Auntie, I’m not sure I can get hard enough.”

“Don’t worry honey.   Let me help.”   Jane reached behind and touched Andy’s cock.

“No, Auntie.   You’ve said I shouldn’t and I don’t want to go back to that.” 

“You’re right dear.    Did Mr.V make you cum?”

“Yes, Auntie”

“Oh well done, darling.   That must have been nice.  My pretty girl has been fellated.”

“Yes, Auntie. Twice.   He came too.”

“Did he, now?   So you left him with lipstick on his cock.”

“Yes, Auntie. ”

“Good girl.   I think I know what you need, honey.”

“What’s that Auntie?”

“A little something to help you.   Maybe you shouldn’t have taken William out.”

“Do you want me to put William back?”

“Well you could.   But I was thinking more about your harness and maybe your Hush.” 

“The harness too?”

“Of course.  You don’t want Hush slipping out.  After wearing William for so long, it may not stay put.  And the cock ring of the harness will help too.   It’s in my ‘special drawer’.”

“But this should be about you.”

“Don’t worry.   I’ve helped you get to this.  Having men attracted to you is the greatest compliment to my skills.   It might have been humiliating but you saw the reaction at the auction yesterday.  You are beautiful and a very sexy girl.

“Thank you Auntie.  I do love being Amanda.”  

“But just for a few moments, be a boy for me.”   Jane felt Andy pull away, get out of the bed and pad across the room to the set of drawers where she kept her toys.  

“Do you need the light on?”

“No it’s OK.  Found it.”  There was a slight gasp.  “All in place”

“That didn’t take long,” she said as Andy nestled beside her again.   “All that fuss yesterday afternoon.”

“But Auntie, I’ve been wearing William for hours.”

“It’s a shame for Mr.V.   He’d have slipped in so nicely.   Now I just need something else.”

Andy came round to her side of the bed.  “Don‘t worry, I’ve got my mobile for you.”  Andy unlocked his phone.

“Thank you, honey.”  Before Andy could open the Lovense app, Jane took the phone from him.   Oh dear!  What are these?”  Jane scrolled through photos in the gallery.  “Did you take these?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Is that really how I looked?  I suppose you wanted to show me how they’d left me?”

Andy hesitated.   “Er, yes, Auntie,” he stumbled.  

“Well let’s get rid of the nasty things.”   She selected and deleted.   “There.  All gone. Now let me get the App going.   Let’s see what Hush can help you do.   Really!  Sucked off twice: you are a naughty girl!   Give me a cuddle again.”   

Andy curled against her back and felt a wave of relief.   He gave a little inward smile remembering that he’d already uploaded the gallery to Dropbox.  “Ooooh!” and a deeper wave of pleasure took him as his Hush connected and started to pulse.

“That’s a good girl.  You may still be a sissy virgin, but Auntie knows what you like.  There will come a day when you find you prefer cock to plugs and strapons but thankfully not yet.” 

Jane lengthened the frequency but increased the intensity of the Hush’s throbbings.  As her beautiful protégée went back to stroking her back she soon felt stirrings.   “That’s right honey.”  Andy started to frot against her bottom.    “Think of Mr.V’s cock in your mouth.   Did you take a little drink at the end.”

“Yes, Auntie. “

“Was his cum nice?”

“A bit salty.  I gagged a little when the first drops hit the back of my throat.  But yes.  Yes, it was nice.   I drank it all.”

“Good girl.”

“He kissed me after.  He said ‘Thank you’.”

“See.   Now think of William inside you. Or maybe you’d prefer Mr.V.  He’d probably make a stronger lover than William.  I sometimes wonder whether I need to feminise that boy too.  You’d make such a pretty couple.”

“No, Auntie.  Please don’t.”

“As you will.  But unless, he makes a move soon, I will induct him.  I do so want a third tattoo.   You and William would look so sweet together, but a girl like you needs a proper man.   A man like Mr.V could surely look after you both.”

“No, Mr.V isn’t like that.  Nor is William.”   Andy started to wonder what William would look like if he had his hair tidied and wore a bit of make-up.  He would look pretty.   Andy’s cock hardened.   

“Honey, don’t be silly.  Amanda is lovely.  You could make a boyfriend or girlfriend very happy.”

“Oh Auntie!  I’ve never thought of William in that way.”   And he hadn’t.  He always thought of himself surrendering himself to William.  In whatever scenario he dreamed about, it was always William who would take the lead. But a pretty, feminised William might be different.  After all, he would be the more experienced sissy.  Andy’s cock stood up as he thought for the first time ever about the possibility of him being the top, mounting William and making love to him.   Andy stopped.   A thought had struck him.  His Aunt already had a tattoo.  “Auntie, if you haven’t yet got a tattoo for me, who is the one you’ve got for?”

“Oh, just someone from a few years back.  I wasn’t a member of the Sisterhood then but they said it still counted.”

“But who is it?”

Jane turned down the Hush “That’sh a little shecret.”  

“A sissy like me?”

“Rather older.  And I wouldn’t call her a shissy.  Someone who’s very happy.”

“Oh.”

“You shometimes shee them.”

“Do you mean they’re a girl?”

“Well, a woman.  Yesh.   They’re now a woman.”

“But I don’t want to be a girl.  Well, I do but you know what I mean.”

“Honey, there’s no problem.  Thish girl just wanted to stay as a girl.   Just because you look like a girl and enjoy being a girl doeshn’t mean you can’t have the best of both worlds. You can be Amanda and Andy. It’s your decshision.” 

“Thank you Auntie.”  Andy was distracted.  He was trying to think who the woman might be.  Had the sissy gone all the way?  His cock started to go limp at the thought.  

Jane felt Andy’s penis soft in the cleft of her buttocks. “Try and stay focusshed, darling.”  A jolt brought Andy back.   The vibrating butt plug started to purr in his bottom again: Jane had turned his Hush back up.   “Shince he seemed to get you excited, think of Mr.V being nice and hard for you again.”  Andy started to harden.  “Think of him pushing and tickling your bottom with the tip of his cock. Think of him presshing against you.”    Jane turned the Hush to a pulse setting.  “And you nice and hard for me.”   As the Hush surged and subsided, surged and subsided, Andy’s penis straightened and became hard.   “His cock head’s in.  You can feel his shaft sliding in your bumhole.  And now he’s in deep.  Think of his body banging against your bottom.” 

“Oh, Auntie!”  Andy arched backwards as if in ecstasy.  How could his Aunt know what he wanted so badly?  He wanted Mr.V inside him.   His cock pressed forward ready to invade His Aunt, his glans nestling against the sides of her gaping ring.  He could fuck his beloved Mistress like he longed to be sodomised by his handsome lover.  

“I’m ready, honey.   Now go as deep as you can.  Then stay still inside me.  I want to feel the warmth of your balls against me.  I want to hear all about Mr.V.”   Andy was rigid with anticipation and arousal.  Andy pulled his hips back and his cock slipped away from its rest in her cavernous opening.  He was ready to penetrate and thrust.    “That’s good.  Now shhlide …. “  Jane sounded drowsy.   “Shlide …… shli….. shli……. shl…. sh……..” Jane’s voice tailed away.  Andy felt her go limp in his arms.  

“Are you all right, Auntie?   Auntie?”

Jane was quiet. She was breathing deeply and slowly.  Sleep had over taken her.   Her tiredness and the alcohol had finally overcome the Red Bull that had been coursing through her.  Andy let out a quiet curse.   So close.   He pulled away.  He got out and walked round the bed.  As the Hush surged in his bottom, his erection preceded him.  He prised his mobile phone from Jane’s grasp. 

He turned off the Hush but kept the harness on.  The Hush felt light after William and it was nice to have something inside him.  He’d missed his chance with Mr.V and there was no way that Auntie would be doing her duty later.  She was out cold and likely to sleep for hours.  His erection subsided with his disappointment.  If she woke, she could always use the App on her phone to give him a buzz.

end of Part 31

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 30 – Andy 10:50 Sunday morning

Part 30 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.

Part 30     – Andy     10:50 Sunday morning

The hinges squeaked eerily as the kitchen door swung open.  The kitchen in Jane’s house was one of the oldest parts of the building.   Although it had been modernised, it still retained some of the old features.   Heavy oak beams ran along the edge of the walls and one central wide joist supported the high ceiling. Jane had also decided to retain the old oak panelled doors to the kitchen. The stench of a latrine filled in the air.  And then Andy burst into tears.  He couldn't believe the sight in front of him.  The smell was emanating from Jane and the area round her: Aunt Jane as he's never seen her before.  She was standing in a puddle of excrement and piss, naked except for her white Louboutins, the steel collar from last night, and a leather harness that looped under her arms and across her front.  A penis gag still protruded from her mouth.   A little belt girdled her waist with a thin chain running from front to rear as a crotch strap.  Wires ran from her pussy to a little control box attached to the belt. 

More brown stains covered Jane’s front.  Leather cuffs still bound her wrists.  Both the leather harness and her cuffs were attached by ropes to an eyebolt that had been screwed into the joist.   Her arms were above her head and she was motionless with her head slumped slightly forward, soiled and bedraggled.  Flies buzzed around her and were settling on her body and on the pools and mounds at her feet. “Oh, Auntie!  What have they done to you?” he sobbed.

Jane lifted her head slightly trying to detect where the voice had come from.   Then her whole body shook and convulsed.   Andy watched as she writhed as if she was having an orgasm.  Finally it subsided and her head fell forward again.  Andy loved to help his Aunt reach those heights but not like this.  He walked in a circle round her.   There were red welts across her buttocks and thighs.   There was a little splutter and a little trickle of fluid running down the inside of her left thigh.  It ran past a thin silver chain around her ankle like the ones he’d seen ladies wearing at the Gala. Some flowed into her shoe while the rest joined the puddle of yellow fluid surrounding her.  “You are a dirty girl,” he thought to himself.  At least she wasn’t dehydrated.

Her whole body had a glistening yellow sheen.   Her lovely white Louboutins were now a shade of yellowy brown.  Her legs were streaked with coffee brown stains. Even worse was her face and hair.  Jane’s penis gag was connected by a tube to a large inverted plastic bottle hanging from the joist containing yellowish fluid.   Her bouffant silvery, platinum hair of last night now lay lank and matted with brown goo and syrup.  It looked like there was shit in her hair and over her body.   The syrup had run down her body where the flies were feasting. Jane’s body was speckled with black where some of the flies had got stuck after gorging themselves.   Damp strands of wet, flattened hair clung lankly to her face and neck.  Although her eyes were covered by a mask, Andy could see where her mascara and eye shadow had run down her cheeks alongside more of the brown.

Andy didn’t know where to begin.   There were times a few months ago when Jane had been so insistent on certain aspects of his training that he’d wanted to get his own back on her.   She was always the dominant one.   When he’d tried to protest, she’d photographed him in embarrassing situations and threatened to send them to his friends.   He wanted to have some control over what happened to him.  It was nice being with Aunt Jane and being feminised, but she kept taking it further.  He dreaded that one day she’d put him in a cockcage again and keep the key.  The night at Rebecca’s party had been bad enough, especially with all those gorgeous ladies not to mention Mr.V, but he could see she might want to keep him locked for longer.   He so wanted to have the chance to use his manhood but she never let him.  Andy paused.  He’d never expected an opportunity like this.  He was somewhat amused to leave her drooping in the middle of the kitchen at least for a short while.    He went back to the hall to get his mobile from his little clutch bag.   He was surprised to see that there was a missed call from Jane at 21:00.   He looked at his text messages.   There was something in his Sent box that he didn’t recognise: “You’ll see me soon.  Go back to our seats.”   He’d never sent that.  They must have taken his phone from his bag.

Andy went back to the kitchen and took some photographs.  There was another hiss and spurts of urine sprayed from Jane’s crotch followed me a dribble of brown excrement from her rear.  It was mainly liquid and ran down her leg to join the soft brown pool at her feet.  He caught that on video.    He uploaded the gallery to Dropbox as well as eMailing the pictures to one of his private accounts.   They might come in useful one day if Auntie got too high handed though, given her current state, that didn’t seem likely. 

Andy put his phone on the kitchen table and noticed a Post-It note and what looked like a rubber bung.  The Post-It read: “For secure transportation.”  Andy picked up the bung and looked at it quizzically.  He put it down.  He didn’t have time to ponder the meaning of the note: he had work to do.

He found a can in one of the cupboards.  “Hold your breath, Auntie,” he instructed.   A fine mist of fly spray hissed from the can.   Flies started to drop to the floor.  Others stayed stuck to Jane’s body as they expired.  Jane hadn’t been tarred and feathered, rather she’d been treacled and  flied.

In order to prevent the mess spreading, he fetched a mop, bucket and disinfectant from the Utility room and after putting on some rubber gloves proceeded to clean the floor round Jane.  At least she seemed to have stopped pissing and shitting for a while.

He found a roll of large black dustbin bags in one of the kitchen drawers.   He unfurled the roll the kitchen floor and into the hall.   Then he went back to his Aunt and finally removed the mask covering her eyes.   She blinked and screwed up her eyes against the glare of the bright kitchen lights. “It’s OK, Auntie.  I’m here,” he said.   Andy could see her relief when her eyes focused on him.  He disconnected the bottle from her gag and removed it from her belt.   A dribble of piss-like fluid leaked from her gag. He couldn’t remove the gag: the buckle had been drawn tight and secured with a padlock.

Jane’s head went back and she started to shake and convulse again.   Andy flipped a switch on the controller on her belt.  Jane trembled for a few moments then settled.  Next, while holding one of her arms to steady her, he removed the shackles of the chains attached to the back of her collar and holding her underarm harness.   He stopped her from falling as she slumped forward.  She was clutching her arms as blood surged back into them and the pins and needles became agonising. 

“Take off your heels, Auntie.”  Jane nodded.   Now that she wasn’t suspended she didn’t need the height provided by her shoes.   Jane couldn’t bend down without topping forward. Andy helped Jane kick off her Louboutins.   He had to stop her lurching as her calves cramped after hours stood stationary in 5” heels.  He removed the hobble chain that still connected her ankles, then guided her along the ribbon of black to the downstairs wet room.   He sat her on the toilet while he turned on the shower and checked the temperature.   Then he moved her across to sit on the bench under the drench shower and side jets.   He didn’t worry since the water just bounced off his latex dress.  Brown water ran towards the floor drain.  Jane gestured with her head what she wanted him to do next.   He got her to stand and unhitched her crotch strap.  He caught the plug as it slipped out of her pussy and removed the controller clipped to her belt.  Bending down he realised why Jane had been shitting herself so badly: she was wearing a butt plug that was making her arsehole gape open.  He now realised what the bung in the kitchen was for.    He pulled on the plug but it wouldn’t budge.  He turned off the shower and got some Vaseline from the First Aid box in the vanity unit.   Carefully he pushed liberal dollops of grease up inside the aperture of the plug as well as smearing it round the lip of the plug.  Gently he eased the plug out.  He was surprised to see that Jane’s arsehole did not contract but remained dilated with a gape of nearly an inch.  Poor Auntie.  That big cock of Leroy’s must have sodomised her for hours.  And they’d deliberately left her gaping so she would remember his cock for a long time.

More poo started to leak from Jane’s rear.  He put the shower back on to flush away the faecal material.   He diverted the water to the hand-held showerhead and pointed it upwards between her legs.  His Aunt squirmed as jets of water entered her anus and brown liquid flowed out. It wasn’t enough.  He needed to get her clean.  Andy turned off the water and took a large stainless steel dildo from the cupboard in the wet room.  He held it up in front of Jane’s face and she nodded.   “We need to get you clean, Auntie, don't’ we?”  The penis protruding from her mouth wagged up and down again.  “You always say you want me to be a clean boy.”

Andy washed the stainless rod in the sink and rubbed it thoroughly with alcohol.  It had probably only been inside him but it was better to be safe than sorry.  Jane preferred that he didn’t leave any unwanted little gifts after her ministrations.  It also meant that there was never any problem sliding in first time.  He removed the showerhead and replaced it with the enema nozzle. He slathered her anus with more Vaseline then set the flow to a low trickle and made sure the temperature  was lukewarm.  The probe slipped smoothly into her gaping maw.  Andy was tempted to think how easily a cock would slide into that well opened hole but a sharp pain down below quickly arrested his little fantasy: Mr V had done an excellent job re-tethering him.

Brown water dribbled out of Jane’s rear.  Only when Andy pushed the nozzle in to its hilt did the leakage stop.  Andy started to count out loud.  “One, two, three ..”   Ten was normally enough for a quick flush when they were short of time.   “Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… “   Thirty would make sure that the lower bowl was loose and clear but normally took several flushings.  “Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two …”  Andy had only ever gone up to sixty himself when he’d wanted a deep cleanse.  He smiled fondly at the memory of Auntie’s latex opera gloved hand and the tunes her fingers had played inside.  “Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two ..”  He could see Jane’s breath starting to take short panting breaths.  “A little more Auntie.  Seventy-eight, seventy-nine …”   Jane was starting to waggle her penis from side to side but Andy continued.   “Eighty-nine, ninety.  That’s it.”   Jane looked at him with relief.   “Now let’s hold it for a while.”  Andy kept the dildo clamped firmly in her rear.  Jane’s look changed to a glare.   He was glad he hadn’t been able to unlock her gag. “Come on Auntie.   We’ve got to stop this mess.  Otherwise I’ll have to put your tunnel plug back in.”   Jane bucked and shied like a startled filly.  “See.  I know you don’t want that.   Jane calmed and Andy waited another couple of minutes.  “OK.  Let it out.”   He pulled out the nozzle and a solid jet of warm water erupted from Jane’s rear.   It splashed against the wall together with the tell-tale pollution of little faecal particles.  It slowly halted, albeit with a trail of little spurts.  Twice Andy repeated the procedure although only with thirty second fills. Only on the third did the water run clear.   He pointed at the clear water and Jane nodded.  To her surprise and his pleasure, he put the nozzle back for a fourth fill.   He realised it was the first time he’d ever felt in control with his Aunt.  

When Jane finally stopped squirting from the rear, another stream of piss came from her front.  It too ran clear.  She’d obviously kept drinking her fluids.  Andy removed the upper harness and the cuffs from her hands.  He checked the inside of her right wrist.  There was the little tattoo of a high heel that he’d seen yesterday evening.   Why did getting a tattoo depend on him if she already had one?  He found her steel collar, like his own was locked shut.  That would have to stay on for a while.   He sat Jane down on the bench in the wet room leaving the jets playing on her body. 

Andy went back to the kitchen.  Surely they would have left keys for the collar and her gag?  He looked across the counters and tables in the kitchen.  There was the bung for her plug.  There was the Post-It note.   But nothing else.   Andy searched around again.  He lifted the Post-It note.  Underneath it was a little key stamped with ‘Wolf’.   He tried it in the padlock on his neck collar: it didn’t fit.   

Andy went back to the wet room.  He tried her collar with the key.   It didn’t fit hers either.   But it fitted smoothly on the padlock through the gag buckle.   He undid the hasp and finally removed the penis that had filled her mouth for last twelve hours or more. He savoured the moment of seeing it slide out from between her lips.   “Oh, Andy, I’m so sorry,” she blurted as soon as it came out.   “I never wanted that to happen to you.  Please forgive me.”   He hugged his Auntie and turned on the shower.  Jane’s arms wrapped around her adorable latex sissy and together they cuddled under the warm water, until Jane stopped trembling and she felt clean.

end of Part 30