Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 4 – Andy 10:15 Sunday morning

Part 4 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 4       – Andy     10:15 Sunday morning

Andy looked at the glistening surface of the kitchen floor.  The kitchen had traditional white tiles.  Andy often moaned to Jane that it felt cold if he was in bare feet.   Jane had always responded that he ought to wear shoes and that heels sounded sexy clicking on a tiled floor.  Andy couldn’t help but agree.  He loved seeing his Auntie preparing food in the kitchen.  She was always the embodiment of elegance and chose to wear heels in the most unlikely of settings.  Sometimes he was allowed to help and the two of them would click around together: Jane usually in a designer dress and Andy in his French maid’s outfit with white collar and headband, stockings and suspenders.   A latex maid, naturally.   Jane had originally had to insist, but Andy found he preferred ruched latex to flouncy taffeta.  It hugged his figure so much more.  He loved the moments when Jane would siddle-up behind him, hold him by his smooth, slender waist and press her body against his back while she kissed his neck and nuzzled his hair.   

Andy was always concerned that a visitor might call and see him in his maid’s dress.  The dress might   be explainable as some amateur dramatic costume or fancy dress, but heels, latex and full make-up were more difficult.Nevertheless, he loved those times together and if a visitor did come, he just had to be a girl.  Jane enjoyed explaining to a visitor that she preferred her maid in latex since it could be wiped clean and was so much more hygienic, while Andy busied himself with household chores knowing full well that the visitor’s eyes would be transfixed and it was mostly his own wispy white residues that needed regularly wiping clean from his black rubber panties.

The kitchen floor shouldn’t be glistening.  It looked like there was a pool of water on the floor. Andy couldn’t hear a tap running: there must be a leak, he thought.   Yellowish golden water.   As he inched closer, he spotted a plastic container on the floor.   They hadn’t left that there either: Jane always required tidiness.  It was an empty catering size bottle of maple syrup.  Even weirder.  Jane would never need a five litre pack of syrup.

Andy stopped, fearful of who or what he might find. Although there was silence, Andy was sure that there was someone or something behind the door. There was a slight buzzing.  A watch?  A timer?  Or just that fly?   He wondered about calling the police but he expected they’d think he was the intruder if they found him standing in another person’s dining room or, with him dressed in latex, involved in some weird game that had gone wrong.  

Andy hefted the riding crop in his hand.  It was now or never.   “C..c..come out.  Come out with your hands up,” he stuttered, trying to summon up as much authority as possible.   “I know you’re in there he,” he shouted.    Nothing.  Silence.  And then there was a light pattering sound.  The puddle on the floor started to grow.    Andy’s heart was in his mouth as he gingerly pushed open the door.

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