Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 29 - Jane 21:45 Saturday evening

Part 29 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 29 - Jane   21:45 Saturday evening

Jane looked at her watch again.   He’d been gone over half an hour.  The Ladies was quiet and seemed deserted.   Where was Andy?  Jane pushed open cubicle doors.   All were empty.  In dismay she called out “Andy?” knowing it was to no avail.   He wasn’t there.   Had the silly sissy gone to another facility?   Jane went down the corridor towards the lift.   All the toilet signs pointed back to where she’d been.  She followed the corridor until she came to the double doors to the service area.   There was no sign of him.   This was ridiculous.  Where could he be?

Jane went back down the corridor and into the banqueting hall.   She had a vain hope that she might find him back at their table.  A group of men in suits were now being auctioned.   There were loud cheers with each sale.  Andy’s seat was empty. Jane checked that he’d taken his purse.  Jane retrieved her mobile phone, went back to the corridor and called Andy.   Her phone rang for a few moments and then the call cancelled as if had been cut off.   Either Andy or someone with his phone had cut the call.  Jane went from puzzled to annoyed.  If he was playing around …?   Moments later her phone beeped and vibrated.   A text message from Andy read: “You’ll see me soon.  Go back to our seats.”   Jane fumed.  The impertinence.   As if he had the right to issue instructions, especially on a night like this.  

Nevertheless, Jane went back to her seat.  A very smart young man stood alone on the stage with the auctioneer; the last of the men in suits was being auctioned.   “Now we all know James.”   Jane didn’t.  “He’s already won best in show for Mistress Plug.  Let’s see who would like to take him home tonight.  Can I have your bids please?”   The digital display flashed repeatedly.   The top number would dwell for a moment and then cycle downwards to second and then third place.  The top bid reached £3,100.   There was a pause and it was replaced by £3,200.  It held at £3,200 for a while.  “Any further bids?  Going for three thousand two hundred”  The display flipped to £3,300 only to be replaced by £3,500 to the sound of gasps from both the audience and the auctioneer.  “And    I repeat: a record!   The all time highest bid at our auctions!”   There was a round of applause.  There was still no sign of Andy.  “Going for three thousand five hundred.    Do I have any final bids?” The display remained static.   “Going for three thousand five hundred.  Sold at three thousand five hundred pounds …..”   There was a pause.   “To Mistress Plug.   Once again Mistress Plug leads the way.   I’m afraid none of us will be able to sample or test James for another year.   And thank you, your Ladyship for your generosity this year.  Another round of applause for Mistress Plug and James, please.  Well done Lady Angela.”  A pretty blonde lady stood up at a table near the front of the Banqueting Hall and gave a little bow.    So that was the famous Lady Angela, or Mistress Plug as she was known in The Sisterhood.
that is a record!

“Well that concludes our auction.   We’ve had our Gimps, our Gays. our little Pets or  Anthropomorphs, our Ladettes and  our Latex. Thank you all for your generosity this evening.   Our GALA is complete.  For those of you who want to stay, we’ll be clearing the front of the floor for dancing although I’m sure most of you will want to sample your purchases as soon as possible.” 

The auctioneer was distracted by movement off-stage.   Imogen, the girl who’d been on the welcome desk came on to the stage holding a long thin chain like a dog lead that extended back to the wings of the stage.  She whispered to the auctioneer.   “I’m sorry, it seems our Auction isn’t quite over.  We have a special late item.   Earlier this evening, a girl was found trying to get into the Men’s Room.  This seems to have been a ploy to distract and subvert some our male contestants. Given some of our ‘issues’ in previous years, we can’t have that.   It was only on later inspection that she was found to be a feminised sissy.    She is very pretty if a little feisty.  We’ve had to pacify her but I’m sure you ladies will know how to handle her or what a treat she might provide to you or those waiting at home.  So, one last item.  Can you bring her on, please Imogen?”  

Imogen tugged at the lead.   A slim figure in a red dress tottered on to the stage.  It took a while for Jane to realise it was Andy.   A steel collar was around his neck and his hands had been cuffed behind his back.   A short length of chain ran between cuffs on his ankles meaning that he could only walk with short steps as if he was in a hobble skirt rather than one split to the thigh.   What was worse was how they’d silenced Andy.   A large black penis was protruding from his mouth and a tight leather strap running round the back of his head was crushing the bob of his lovely auburn hair to clamp it in place.  Her beautiful boy was being humiliated before all The Sisterhood and their escorts.   “Isn’t she lovely?” the auctioneer asked the audience.   There were whistles and cheers.  “I’d love to interview her but we needed to gag her since she’s inclined to cry out. And that gag she’s wearing is double ended.   Look at her sucking away.   She’s clearly been well trained since she hasn’t gagged even though she’s got a good four inches in there.   She could make a perfect gift.  We’ve checked and she’s been plugged too.   She could make someone very happy this evening. Let’s make our GALA into a GALSA.  Can I have your bids, please?”  

Jane tried to stand up and tell them to stop but found she was pressed down in her seat by the two burly sissy maids who had appeared behind her.  “We thought he was yours,” said a gruff voice.  “Sit down and watch the Auction.  You can always bid.”   Jane scrabbled for her keypad.

end of Part 29