Saturday 21 September 2019

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 12 Rebecca 20:20 Saturday evening


 Part 12 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.


As the last of the plates were cleared away, Rebecca knotted Freddie’s lead round the table leg.  “I want you to stay, dear,” she said loudly so that the other guests at their table could hear.  Rebecca had opened the muzzle flap for Freddie to feed but it was now back in place and her hands were cuffed   They were sat at the Pups’ Table.  It was a small and select little group of four Mistresses and four pups.  Although Rebecca had had high hopes for Freddie, she doubted that she’d win Best in Show given the competition at the table.  Although there were two conventional leather pups, Lady Barbara had brought her poodle.  The poodle looked delectable in a pink latex catsuit with fluffy pink fur cuffs around neck, wrists and ankle.  Her dog wore a pink leather hood with comb of fur on top of the muzzle and around the ears. The outfit was complemented by pink stripper shoes with transparent platforms and heels.   It was hard to tell whether the poodle was male or female but knowing Barbara, it was likely to be male even though the front of the catsuit was straining to contain a bountiful cleavage.  The poodle’s front paws were cuffed and rather than plates and cutlery there was a little bowl of doggie treats on the table for her.  Freddie might look lovely, but she would not stand a chance.
and locked together.

“Excuse me, ladies.”    Rebecca rose from the table and made her way across to Table 1 where Lady Dixon was sitting with Angela.   She had to admit to herself that James looked gorgeous.  But he always did, he was so perfectly trained: when his eyes were not staring downwards at the table, avoiding looking at other members of the Sisterhood and especially eye contact with any of their escorts, they were fixed on Angela in rapt adoration.  He was seated between Angela and Lady Dixon but turned towards his own Mistress.   He leant back when Lady Dixon wanted to speak to Angela.

Angela nodded to Rebecca to approach.  Rebecca stooped and whispered “Lady Angela, may I speak with Lady Dixon?”

“Of course.  Is it to do with our ‘guest’?”

“Yes.”  Rebecca moved along two places and whispered now to Lady Dixon.  “Alysha, do you know that we have an uninvited guest in our midst?”

Alysha replied so that the rest of the table could hear.  “If you mean the Level 1 on Table 20, then yes, I do. Angela’s told me.    Why do you ask?”

I’d like a little help, if possible, please.”

“What kind of help?”

Rebecca knelt done and whispered again.  “Oh, I see,” said Lady Dixon in much softer tones.   “What do you suggest?”  Lady Dixon listened.    “Yes, that’s good but let’s involve Angela.  She always has good ideas.”

James pushed back from the table to allow the three ladies to talk.    A few moments later Rebecca stepped out of the ballroom to use one of the service phones in the corridor.  She checked the pre-programmed numbers on the keypad.   “Hello.   Reception?  Good.  I want something delivered to Room 2318.  You can charge it to my room, 2320.   The kitchens may be able to help or I know there's a 24 hour Tesco just round the corner. What I'd like is ......."

end of Part 12

Wednesday 4 September 2019

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 11 - Jane 23:45 Saturday evening

Part 11 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.


Drink this, it will help,” said the voice coming from behind her.   There was a tearing “Drink this, it will help,” said the voice coming from behind her.   There was a tearing sound and light suddenly flooded Jane’s eyes: her mask had been removed.  Jane blinked hard.  Andy had gone.    “Be careful how you suck.”   Jane tried to focus but it was difficult trying to stare down at her nose at the funnel and plastic tube being fastened to the protrusion from her mouth.  Leather straps harnessed the contraption to her head.    A bottle of liquid was tipped into the funnel.   A spurt of warm, sour liquid entered her mouth and hit the back of her throat.   Jane started to choke under the deluge.  "Use your tongue to control it. "  Jane put her tongue on the Jap's eye of the rubber penis filling her mouth and tried to swallow.  The fluid tasted disgusting.   "Don't gag. You don’t want to make yourself sick. You need to stay hydrated." Jane slowly got control of the flow.   Steadily she sucked on the little penis.  “That's better.  You may want to think about what your boy might be sucking on now.”   Jane tried to turn to show her distaste and anger but was halted by a sharp blow across her naked buttocks.  She grimaced and rocked on her knees but was prevented from tipping forward by the chain attached to the D-rings on the leather wrist cuffs looped round the radiator pipe.   “Keep drinking.” 

Jane resumed sucking. The rubber penis urinated into her mouth.   She felt revived although she was becoming overwhelmed by anxiety.   Where was Andy?  She tried to turn round and see the rest of the room but recoiled when another crack of a whip or crop across the back of her thighs brought her up short and made her whimper. "You don't learn, do you?  You asked for this." There was a rustle of Velcro and darkness returned as the eye mask was reattached.  What was happening?   Had the men finished fucking Andy?

Jane heard metallic clicking then the clank of the chain against the radiator pipe.  "Stand up," she was instructed "and follow your lead.   I'm taking you to the bathroom."  For the first time Jane felt pleased since she needed to relieve herself.  The chain attached to her wrist cuffs was released while another chain clipped to the metal collar around her neck was tugged and she tottered forward on her heels: at least they'd not taken her Louboutins.   The thick pile carpet changed to a hard ceramic floor.  She clicked forward several yards.  Jane guessed she must be in one of the luxury suites at the top of The Plaza.

Jane's wrists were grasped and she was told to bend forward.  "This won't take a minute." Jane felt a little belt tighten round her waist and then a dildo was slid into her pussy.  "How charming.  You're nice and wet.  Did you enjoy hearing those gimps fucking your sissy?" Jane sputtered into her gag.  "He took them so well.    We had to take him away, otherwise he'd have exhausted them.   I think Andie's downstairs now, probably sucking off the kitchen staff and the night porters.  Such a good girl!  I guess your training must have left him wanting proper cock.  Anyway we don't want you feeling left out.   The curved, padded base of the dildo nestled against Jane's clit and was held in place while a greased finger started to probe her anus.    "Relax, Jane.  We know you like large plugs: we've seen what you get your sissy to take.  Mmmm, let’s see.”  A second finger entered her.   “Well, you never got like that from taking your sissy's little cock and we shouldn't need to remind you that it would be against the Rules of the Sisterhood if you had. 'Rule 6: No trainee is allowed to sodomise his or her Mistress.'  You must have a lover who likes some regular Backstreet Love, either that or you wear a plug occasionally." 

More fingers started to work in and out of her anus. She could feel thick hard grease being packed into it along with the digits.   "Do you like Crisco?  It’s good for this. Four fingers! You can do it, girl". Jane gulped which caused her to suck hard on the penis in her mouth. There was a whistle of air. 

“Oh, you are a thirsty girl,”  said another voice.  “Do you want more?”   There was a glug and more fluid filled her mouth.  “You must like piss?  I wonder if she likes water sports too?  We’ll have to see.” 

Jane tried wrinkle her mouth in disgust but it just caused more fluid to spurt aganist the back of her   Her recoil was halted as the fingers pressed harder into her bottom and pressed against the wall of her filled vagina.  Jane’s concern for Andy had turned into fear for herself.   Was she going to be fisted?   She sucked the rubber penis like a comforter and distraction.   "That's a good girl.”  The fingers settled although remained wedged  inside her.  “Suckle on Daddy’s tit.”   Jane drank.  She starting to feel a little light headed and even excited.      “There you go.  Have some more.”  As even more liquid was poured into the funnel, the fingers were removed and the bulbous head of a plug started to press against her well lubricated anus.  It felt huge.   Jane couldn't believe how wide it felt.    Suck your nice cock and breathe out, slowly." As Jane exhaled another pair of hands gripped her waist and the domed head of the plug was brusquely forced in.   Jane emitted a muffled scream of pain as she felt stretched to the extreme.  The pain lessened once the widest point had passed. Jane expected it to sound deep in her rectum but instead felt a large lump inside her while the wide flanged base of the plug pressed against her bottom.  Although her anus had tightened round the neck of the plug, it didn't seemed to have closed.   The stretching had eased a little after the shocking penetration but her arsehole remained resolutely open. 
throat causing her to gag.

Jane tried to expel the plug and the dildo but had no chance.  "Oh no, Jane, they're staying put."  Deft fingers linked the plug and dildo together and connected them by delicate light chains to her belt.  Now you need to settle down for the night while we enjoy the sissy some more.  You can't very well go to bed given the laxatives you've been drinking.   Let's get you in the bath.  "Boys!  In here."  There was heavy foot fall in the bathroom floor and seconds later Jane was picked up quite roughly as hands gripped her ankles and under her shoulders and lifted her into the bath.  Jane shivered as her back and bottom touched the cold enamelled surface.  It was clearly a long, luxury bath: Jane's heels touched one end while her head rested against a cushioned headrest. 

"A couple more things: don't try struggling and if you need to go, then you'll have to go where you are. Your collar is tied to the towel rail and your feet are tied to the taps.  And don't think you can listen in on what we're doing, we've got a little show just for you. Relax and enjoy the ASMR soundtrack although I don't think you'll get much sleep."  

Low level white noise filled Jane's ears followed by a very soft, female voice speaking slowly but clearly.  She left long pauses between each word.  "Single ....... Sullen........ .. Sissy..... .. Sitting......... Silently ...Sexy .....Sissy .........Seduced .......Sissy .....Softly ........... Sucking ........ Slowly ........  Slurping ......... Salty ........Semen ...........  Sluttish... ..... Silly ...... Sissy .........Spread ........Splayed  ........ Sodomised ........ Squirming  ....... Squealing ........  Spitted ........  Sissy .......Spitroast. ….Still ......... Sucking ......... Ceaselessly ....... Sodomised ......... Sissy ......Slimy .... ...Arsehole ........ Shameless ........  Sissy ….. Simple  ........  Sissy ........ Serving ............. Sissy...... Satisfied.....    Sissy ......  Sucking  ........ Sissy...........Sodomised...... Sissy...... Sucking ......Sissy .......... Sodomised ........ Sissy ......  Sucking  ........ Sissy...........Sodomised ………… Sissy ......... Single ........ Sullen.... Sissy ….. Sitting ….. ".   It looped and started again. It sounded like a mantra that Jane was compelled to listen to again and again.  Each time it reached the final, the dildo in her pussy began to vibrate.  Just enough to get Jane excited and make her squirm, but not enough to take her further.   

As she lay in the bath, Jane worried about what was happening to Andy. Her Andrew.   What were they doing to him now?  She had problems of her own.  She couldn't help it but the chant kept making her think of her beautiful boy with his lips wrapped around a cock.   Her lovely boy being fucked by a hard cock.  Her boy yelping as his virginity was taken.   Her thoughts about him squirming with pleasure with a real cock inside him and the throbbing of her vibrator making her moist.  She’d always dreamed about Andy’s first time hoping it would be tender and loving.  Perhaps she’d even be there herself?   Supporting and holding him as he was penetrated by one of her lovers, or as a welcome chaperone with one of his.   Maybe even parting him and guiding the cock in?   Kissing and hugging him as the cock started to slide in and out of his pert little bottom.  Shedding a tear with him as he basked in the relaxing warm stillness after he’d brought his first partner to orgasm.  And she hoped, given her training, holding him as he quaked and climaxed himself, under his lover’s thrusts with cum spluttering hands free from his cock.  Treated right, her boy would never need to wank.

And then Jane sensed that she was sitting on something warm.   She squirmed serving only to make it coat the back of her thighs. The smell of excrement filled the air. She'd shat herself.    With a feeling of deep disgust and self-loathing Jane realised that she had no control over her bowels: she’d been fitted with a tunnel plug.  She wasn’t just being stretched, she’d been left open.   She wanted to call out to be cleaned or at least hosed down but the penis gag in her mouth prevented that. Jane wrinkled her nose in revulsion as she smelt the faeces soiling her bottom and legs.   Then as the vibrations in her pussy subsided once more and Jane unclenched her pelvic floor, she started to pee.  It was just a dribble at first and she tried to stop it.  The warm liquid dribbled along her thighs then under her calves making its way down the floor of the bath.  Jane knew her lovely Louboutins would be ruined. 

Tears filled Jane's eyes.  What had become of her?   She'd been so silly.  She'd wanted to attend the GALA and show them that she deserved to be a superior member of The Sisterhood with the prettiest feminised boy imaginable.   And where was she now?  Degraded and humiliated.  Stripped and bound in front of her young lover while he was sodomised.  He had been taken from her and was being used by whomever The Sisterhood chose.  She had lost her virgin boy.   What had she been thinking?

As Jane morosely listened to the chanting in her ears she felt something warm, soft and slightly firm fall on her breasts.  Then another and another.  Then there was a stream of warm liquid cascading on her breasts and tummy.  She was getting a hosing down but not the type she wanted.  Someone had sat on the edge of the bath and defecated on her.    Jane wriggled in the bath but there was nothing she could do to shift the turds resting on her chest.   A strong aroma of chocolate and shit filled the air.  

end of Part 11

Sunday 1 September 2019

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 10 - Andy 13:00 Sunday afternoon

Part 10 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.



“Hello. Madame Celeste?”

“Oui.”

“Celeste, it’s Andy.”

“Bonjour Mademoiselle Andie.”

“Madame Celeste, I’m sorry to disturb you on Sunday.   Are you able to do an urgent hair appointment?”

“Comment?  Nous vous avons coiffée hier.”

“Yes, I know but this is for Aunt Jane.”

“Mais ses cheveux sont magnifiques.”

“Yes, they were but they now they need a bit of tidying.”

”Nous sommes ouvert le lundi.  Demain.”

“Yes, I know.   But Aunt Jane can’t really leave the house.   She needs a home visit.”

“Compris.”

“Could you do late this afternoon?”

“Non, Mademoiselle.”

“This evening?”

“Non, Mademoiselle.”

“But it’s for Aunt Jane.”

“Bien entendu mais c’est le dimanche.”

“OK.  How about Monday morning?  First thing?”

“Chez Lady Jane?”

“Yes.  And you will come yourself, won’t you?

“Oui.  Bien sûr.  A neuf heures?”

“Yes, nine o’clock would be fine.  Thank you Madam.”

“Bonjour Mademoiselle.”

As soon as Andy heard Celeste close the call, he checked Jane’s address book.   He found the number for Personal Maid Cleaning Services.  He rang the number.   The phone rang a couple of times and was answered, “Personal Maid Cleaning Services, hello Lady Jane, how can I help?”

“Hi Davina, it’s me, Amanda.”

“Oh, hello Miss Amanda.  Is Lady Jane OK.?”

“Yes.  Sort of.  She’s just resting at the moment.”

“Oh.  Nothing wrong, I hope.”

“No, she’s OK now.”      

“What can I do for you?”

“Well, I know you come and clean on Monday mornings for Aunt Jane.”

“Yes.”

“Is it possible for you to push back the time until Monday afternoon?  Aunt Jane’s likely to be working from home on Monday morning.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Thank you Davina.  Goodbye.”

“Goodbye Miss Amanda.”

Andy wrote a note for Jane:
“Celeste will be coming to do your hair on Monday morning at 9:00am.   I’ve sent a reminder to your Calendar. 
I’ve moved back Davina’s cleaning until tomorrow afternoon.
I’ve cleaned the kitchen, the hall and the wet room..  I’ve washed out my latex dress and it’s hanging in the Utility.  I’ve tried to clean your Loubous too but I think they need professional help.   I put my Loubous in the cupboard. I’ll give you a call this evening.”

Andy went to the wet room to finish tidying and clean off his make-up and nails, and maybe see if he could do something about his hair extensions and weave.  He had just finished with the squeegee on the walls and floor when the landline rang.  He ran to it quickly so that it didn’t wake Jane.   A mellifluous voice spoke: “Hello Lady Jane.  Sorry for ringing at this time but we missed you in Church this morning.”

“Sorry, Minister, it’s not Aunt Jane, it’s Andy.”

“Aah, Andy.   We missed you too.  It’s always nice that you come to the services together with your Aunt.”

“Thank you.”

“You weren’t able to get to Church this morning either.”

“No.  Er, sorry,” Andy stumbled.

“Is everything OK, Andy?   With your Aunt and that.”

“Yes, Minister.   It’s just she’s a little unwell and I’ve had to put her to bed.”   Andy felt that it was true and only a little white lie.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.  Is there anything I can do?  Should I pop in this afternoon?”

Andy thought about his Aunt lying in bed.  From the way she’d looked at the Reverend in the past
and the rather flirtatious way she spoke to him, he had an idea what Jane might have wanted in other circumstances.   But there was no way that he wanted the Reverend ‘popping in’.  He might have needed the help of his Hush but he’d come so close.   He felt sure he had a rival.   He might be Jane’s feminised sissy but he still liked to dream of being her boyfriend.  The Reverend would have wait his turn. “No, I don’t think so.  Auntie’s asleep at the moment and she needs to rest.”  He might have added ‘sober up and sleep it off’ but held his tongue.

“If you’re sure, Andy.”

“Yes, I’m sure Minister.”

“You don’t need to keep calling me Minister, Andy.  Jim will do.”

“Yes, Minister.  Yes, Jim.”  Andy bit on the word.  Jim might be a man of the cloth but he didn’t want the Reverend ingratiating himself. 

“Right then.  Please tell Jane that I’ll call again during the week to find out how she is.”

“Will do.  Bye for now then,…… Jim.”  Andy put the phone down abruptly closing the call. 

Andy was annoyed and distracted.   He wanted to get away.  He went upstairs with his note leaving it beside her bed.  He gave the sleeping Jane a goodbye kiss on the cheek.  She was breathing slowing and deeply, dead to the world.  He added a line to the note: “Still wearing my Hush.   Give me a buzz when you wake up and I’ll call.”  Then he went back downstairs and put Jane’s burglar alarm on to a sleep setting.   As he walked along the drive he thought about what he might have said to the Minister:  ‘That’ll be fine, JIM.  She should have recovered from being fucked silly by a couple of big black cocks yesterday evening, and the gape in her arsehole ought to have closed up by then.’  But he didn’t.  He might want to frighten off the Reverend but he didn’t want to humiliate his Auntie.  He loved her too much for that.   And he always had those photos if the Reverend did try to get too close to her.   Andy smiled.  It was his first smile since leaving Mr.V.

End of Part 10