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"
Uh-oh, plans in the works. Behind the scenes and not-so gentle prodding. So many facets and tangents, most not especially good or Jane and her nephew. Let's not for get William, he is being drawn in as well. The Hunt should be interesting. Will it be a return to the stalls from a caption from the past? Future reckoning.
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