Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 28 - ANDY 21:00 Saturday evening

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Part 28  - ANDY  21:00 Saturday evening

Andy sashayed down the corridor keeping his feet in line with each step so that his hips gyrated as he advanced exactly as Jane had taught him.   He was delighted by the prospect of all those lovely clothes that his Auntie had bought in the Auction.   He was a bit uncertain about some of the toys she’d chosen by the dresses looked fabulous.  He was particularly enchanted by a pair of tight black latex trousers although they were closer to leggings.   He thought that they would look great with heels but they would even work with a pair of traditional men’s shoes or a nice ankle boot.  He wondered whether he’d dare to go out with William wearing them, or what Nicola or India would say.

A smart man about Andy’s age was standing in the corridor.  He appeared to be checking his mobile phone.  He noticed Andy and began to stare at him as he approached.  He looked rather shy but as Andy was about to pass, he said: “Hello.”

“Hello,” replied Andy.

“Are you a Mistress or are you here with one?”

“Would you talk to a Mistress like that?”

“Sorry, I suppose not.”   The man looked suitably embarrassed.  Andy thought he looked rather cute in his suit and highly polished Oxfords, a little downy goatee beard, and his nice face topped by a floppy fringe.  He reminded Andy of a slightly older version of William.  “Please don’t report me.”

 “It’s alright.  I won’t.”

“Thank goodness for that.”   The man hesitated for a moment and then blurted,   “You look wonderful.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you with someone?”

“Yes, my Auntie.”

“Oh!   That’s a shame.  I was hoping I might ask you for a dance later.  

“I don’t know about that.   I’d like to but I’ll have to ask Auntie.   I’m sorry that I can’t stop to talk but I must go to the loo.”

“That’s OK.  I’m going that way myself.   I need to go before the Auction.”   He started to walk alongside Andy.

“But we’ve already had the Auction,” responded Andy.

“Oh, that was just the Latex part.   There are other auctions.   I’ll be up in the final section.”

“You?   In the Auction?”

“Yes, me.   Mistress has put me in the Gays section.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not gay.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“No.  Really.  I’m not.   I mean, I like girls.”

“Yes, honey,” Andy sympathised.   “So do I.”  Andy smiled at the man.     “And I’d still like that dance.”

“Thank you.  You’re very nice and understanding.   Well here we are.”   The man started to push open the door to the Men’s Room. 

“My name’s Edward.   What’s yours?”

“Andy.”   Without thinking, Andy followed Edward into the toilets.

“That’s a nice name.  Andie.”  Edward walked towards a urinal.  “I’m sorry but this is the bit where it can all get a bit messy.”

“I’m sure,” said Andy not really understanding what Edward meant.   I hope I see you later for that dance," said Andy with a little smile.   Andy went into a cubicle and locked the door.   It was always a bit of a performance going to the toilet when he was ‘dressed’.   He heard Edward wash his hands.

“Bye, for now.”

“Bye, bye,” called Andy as the door swung closed, “maybe catch you later?”  

With Edward gone, the washroom was empty and quiet.   It took a while for Andy to finish his own ablutions.   He thought he heard the door open once but didn't think anyone had entered the echoey room. He was glad no-one could hear his necessary exertions to let him pee. He didn't remove his plug.   He didn't want to: after four hours of wear, it was sitting very comfortably, snug and warm exactly like his Aunt would want.   She would have the privilege of taking it out later and would no doubt substitute something even more pleasurable when they were in bed together. Due to the pressures of work and travel it had been a week since Andy had been able to stay the night with his Aunt and he felt badly in need of her close embrace.  And when she had finished and removed her harness,  he would want to dwell in moist darkness and spend a very long time kissing her in that very special place he knew so well.  Andy had a little shiver of pleasure at the thought. 

When he'd finished, he washed and dried his hands.   He checked the mirror, applied a few dabs of powder and retouched his lipstick and added an extra veneer of gloss.  He loved it when his Aunt kissed him on the dancefloor while they were having a smooch to a slow number. It always caused a bit of a stir.  He wanted his lips to look their lustrous, glistening best.    He left the restroom feeling much more comfortable.   As he stepped into the corridor he looking forward to telling Auntie about the nice young man he’d met and whether they might have a dance.  And then it all went dark.

end of Part 28

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 27 - Jane 22:30 Saturday evening

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Part 27 - Jane 22:30 Saturday evening  
 

“I’m sorry.  If you can’t pay, you shouldn’t have bid.”

“But I can pay on my credit card tomorrow,” pleaded Jane.

“You know the rules.  Cash or debit card only.”

“But I can pay,” insisted Jane.

“The machine’s rejected your transaction.  We’re going to have to go back to the second bidder.   We’ll have to see if he’ll hold his price.”

“No, please.”

“Will you come with us Madam.  Fraud is a serious issue.  The police have been called and will want to interview you.”

“But it’s all a big mistake and I want Andy back.”

“That’s as maybe, Madam but you’ve just tried to defraud a charitable auction. Come along now.   I’m sure you don’t want to cause a scene.”  

“Very well.  Make sure you bring my shopping.  I don’t want that getting lost.  I did pay for it.”  

“So you say, Madam.  So you say.”  The two heavily set sissy maids helped Jane out of seat.   One picked up her shopping bags while the other led her out of the service door used by the waiters and waitresses.   “The hotel normally uses one of the private apartments for these kind of cases.  Much more discrete than the hotel lobby.”   Jane was led to a service lift and saw one of men punch the button for Floor 23. It was the last thing she saw as she her hands were grabbed and a loose cloth hood was pulled over her head.   She tried to struggle but the man was too powerful.   Leather cuffs encircled her wrists and were fastened together with a clasp behind her back.  As the doors closed she heard music starting in the banqueting hall.  

When the Lift announced “Floor 23”, Jane was led out and along a corridor.  There was a knock and then they were admitted to a thickly carpeted room.   Jane was pushed forward.   Then the halter neck of her dress was unbuttoned and the back unzipped.  The clasp clicked home on a steel collar that now encircled her neck.

end of Part 27

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 25 - Jane 21:05 Saturday evening

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Part 25     - Jane  21:05 Saturday evening

There was a thump from the speakers as the stage microphone was picked up.  “And now it’s time for our main Auction which I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for.”  There were female whoops and whistles from the audience.   Jane noticed that many of the seats beside members of the Sisterhood were vacant.  Some were even empty at their own table.   Surely they couldn’t all be in the Men’s Room.   Who knew what they might be getting up to.   But first we’ll have our Best in Show competition.  We’ll start with the first of the Gs in our GALA.   Here are our Gimps.”

About eight or nine leatherboys in a mix of biker boots, platform biker boots and one or two in high heeled knee length boots entered in the stage in a line.  They wore numbers on their backs and their right thighs.   Although one or two looked sheepish, most seemed confident and gave a little twirl, a few even gave a wave to the crowd. “As usual we’ll start with the prize competition.   Please place your votes now.  Press the appropriate number on your terminal.”  A digital display at the back of the stage flashed into life.   “And the winner is Leroy with runner-up Ashton.  And that’s the third year in a row that Leroy has won.  Congratulations Lady Dixon on having both the first and second place.   Sadly Aly you only win one bottle of champagne.  All prizes will be delivered to the winner’s table.”

Jane drummed her fingers on the table.   ‘Where is Andy?’ she thought to herself.  ‘What’s keeping him?’   It was at least twenty minutes since Andy had asked to go to the toilet.   It was obviously going to take him some time given the unwrapping and wrapping required but surely not this long. Jane was worried that they might miss the start of the dancing.  She was disappointed that she hadn’t yet seen a band set up on stage.   She hoped it wasn’t just going to be a disco.   A live band was so much better.   And there didn’t seem to be much space in front of the stage either so the dancing area was going to be small.   Best to find a space and stake a claim early.  

“Now we’ll start the auction. Remember cash or debit only.   The maids will come round to collect payment.   You will be able to collect your prize from the service area to the rear of the hotel at the end of the Gala.   For those staying in the hotel, you can ask for your prize to be delivered to your room.    We’ll start with our lowest ranked.   Stand forward Number 6.”  One of the shyer gimps stepped to the front of the stage.    “This time you need to use the numbers on the keypad of your terminal to place a bid.   The highest three bids will show up on the digital display at the back of the stage.  Aunt Jane watched as numbers started to flash.  There were only a couple of bids, one of £40, the other of £60.  “Well that’s disappointing. But we need to move on.”

As the auction progressed.   Jane waited first with impatience and then with concern.  Andy still hadn’t returned from his trip to the Ladies.   Jane was astonished to see the prices being bid for some of the higher placed gimps and the great applause when Leroy went for £1900 to Mistress Plug, who’d already bid £1700 for the second placed.   As Leroy left the stage, Jane looked at her watch.   While four or five attractive girls entered the stage in a variety of costumes and masks, Jane rose from her table.   “And now we come to our Ladettes,” the announcer boomed from the speakers while Jane looked around anxiously.   Where was that boy?

end of Part 25

 

 

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 13 Jane 20:00 Saturday evening

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The first class of Prosecco had gone down nicely and Jane started to feel a lot more settled.   After some opening announcements the starter of asparagus and smoked salmon had been swiftly served.   It was a shame that she and Andy were seated so far back and close to the kitchen door but at least they had a place.   Jane had noted with satisfaction the number of admiring glances being made at her young companion by other ladies and their escorts from nearby tables; she was also pleased by how some of the escorts’ eyes lingered on her too. 

“Auntie?”  Andy was seated to her left and had leant slightly to speak, “What did you show that young girl on the entrance?”

“Nothing dear.  Eat your asparagus.”

“But Auntie, you showed her something.”

“Yes, dear.”

“What was it?  What was on your wrist?”  Andy was whispering but it was hardly necessary unless their neighbours at the table could lip read.

“It’s a secret.”

“It can’t be much of a secret.   Can I see?”

“If it’ll keep you quiet, yes.”   Jane turned slightly and proffered her right wrist towards Andy.  “Slide up the bangle.”  Andy gently moved the wide silvery bracelet.

“Oh Auntie!  I never knew.” 

“There.  Will that satisfy you?”   Jane pulled her wrist away.   She could see their table companions looking at them but there was little that they were going to do or say.

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes, a little.”

“Why did you have it done?”

“Because I joined the Sisterhood.”

“What did the girl mean about ‘only one?’”

“Because I only have one.”

“Why only one?”

“Well that depends.”

“On what?”

“On you, for a start.  Now can we have less of your questions, please?”

“But Auntie ….”   Andy’s response was drowned by a thump from the speakers round the auditorium and an announcement.  

A lady clad in a shimmering black latex mermaid dress stood centre stage holding a microphone:   I hope you’ve enjoyed your starters.”   There were murmurs of approval from the crowd.    “While I don’t want to interrupt your conversations, may I suggest that you take a few moments to think about how you may want to bid this evening.  You may want to discuss your plans with friends at your table.   How are you going to allocate your spend?   Remember, it’s cash or debit card only.  The first part of our auction will begin shortly after everyone has finished their main course.   We all know what the ‘L’ in ‘GALA’ stands for, don’t we?”   There were a few calls from the audience and applause.  “Thank you.  I’ll be back with some goodies in about twenty minutes.”  More applause.

“Ladies, fellow Mistresses and Subs, hello again.

“What does she mean about what the ‘L’ stands for?  I didn’t know GALA was an acronym,” pondered Andy

“It isn’t normally.   But since it’s a charity fund raiser I guess the last ‘A’ must be for ‘Auction’.”

“So would that make the ‘L’ for ‘Latex’?”

end of Part 13

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 9 - Aunt Jane 19:12 Saturday evening

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Jane handed the keys to the black Mercedes to a waiting attendant.   “Can you park up for me, please?   I’ll be back to collect around midnight.”

“Yes, Madam,” replied the uniformed attendant.   “We’ll have it ready for you.  Just call 55 on the internal phone when you’re ready to  leave and we’ll bring it round.”

“Thank you.”   Jane pirouetted and turned on her dagger heel.   “Come along honey.  We don’t want to be late.”   The traffic had been bad and their journey had taken longer than Jane had expected.  In the hotel forecourt there had been a queue of cars waiting to be parked as well as many limousines doing drop-offs.   It had not been helped by Andy sulking most of the way.   Even with the air conditioning turned up full blast, he claimed to be getting damp and sticky inside the tight red latex dress that she and Madison had slid him into at Maison Celeste.    Jane suspected that he was largely feeling the silicon lube with which Madison had coated Andy’s body and then polished the dress to a rich reflective shine.  

“How’s ‘William’?”

“It’s big though it is comfortable to wear.  If you mean the plug.”

“Yes, dear.  It’s my gift and I wouldn’t want you to forget whose plug you’re wearing.”  Aunt Jane stopped and gave him a very hard stare.   “Remember, my approval is needed for those entering your little temple.”   Andy was rather taken aback.  “Understood?”

“Yes, Auntie.”  Although he’d  dreamed about William and Mr.V, he’d never thought seriously about being with anyone other than his Auntie.  He was her girl, after all.   But if she approved, it sounded like she was happy to share.  “But it’s rather heavy.  Maybe I should have worn my harness.”

“No darling.  That would be totally wrong with your dress.  Not with latex.  Only when naked or with something more flouncy.   You only need your harness when you want to be ready for something larger or when we play My Little Pony.   Anyway, I’m sure it won’t come it.  You wouldn’t want to lose William, would you?” 

“No, Auntie.”  

“Let William remind you how you should walk.  Those are real Louboutins after all.  You need to walk properly.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

Jane and Andy crossed the hotel lobby side by side.  Andy felt Andy’s hand slide into hers.   She held   They followed signs to the ‘Gala Fundraiser’ and entered the lift to the second floor with several other couples. People avoided eye contact in the crowded compartment although there were several giggled comments about the difficulties of heels and stairs.  Jane noticed that even with five inch heels Andy was one of the shortest in the lift.   All the ladies were powerful looking and wearing vertiginous heels.  Some gave her haughty looks.   All were accompanied by men.   Jane could see that Andy was uncomfortable in such a tight space and he felt for and held her hand.   He looked up at her doe eyed.  Jane smiled at her poor, innocent boy.   Andy gave a thin little, nervous smile back: she knew he needed to feel the love and reassurance of his Auntie.

it and gave it a little squeeze and smiled at her charge.

The lift was stuffy and cramped.    Andy gave a little yelp but didn’t say anything.   A blonde lady in an off-the-shoulder mauve dress standing behind Andy gave Jane a wink and made a downward glance.   Jane felt annoyed.   She was sure what had happened and was glad to get out of the lift when it finally stopped at the second floor.   They emerged on to a landing with many couples standing around and a few moving towards the entrance of a banqueting hall on the far side.  Jane drew Andy by the hand.  As they walked, she asked Andy what had happened in the lift.

“I don’t like to say,” he replied.  “Not with all these people around.”  He looked over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry.  No-one will hear.”  There was enough hubbub on the landing to drown out anything they said.  “Was it that lady in mauve?”

“I think so, Auntie.”

“What did she do?  Was she touching you?”

“Well she put her hand on my bum almost as soon as the lift door closed.”

“The cheek,” Jane chuckled at her pun although secretly she was annoyed that someone had taken advantage of her boy.   At least he would understand why #MeToo was important when he was on the receiving end.  “But that wasn’t when you yelped?”  

“No.”

“So why the little cry?”

“I felt her bring another hand on to my other cheek as the lift went up.   She’d got her hand on my left cheek and she put the hand of the bloke she was with on my right. ”

“But you’ve had your bum felt before.   Not least by me.   Yours is exquisite.”  She smiled at her charge trailing slightly behind her.   She seriously thought that Andy had never looked better.   With blowing red locks, he looked like a pre-Raphaelite beauty but with the modern twist of being in skin tight shiny red latex. 

“Oh it wasn’t just that.”   The lady drew one of my hands back and pressed it against the man’s crotch and squeezed.  “As I squeezed, he squeezed.   I yelped because it was hard.”

“You mean he had a hard on for you?”

“No.  It was a solid object.  He was wearing a cock cage.”

“Mmmm.   The Mistress was teasing him just as much as you.   Forbidden fruit.”

The crowd thinned as they approached the entrance.  A number of ladies and couples seemed to be   She noticed some disapproving looks from a few faces that she recognised from the Sisterhood.   A girl in a black knee length leather dress and knee high boots stood at the entrance beside a small table.   A sleeve tattoo encased her right arm.  She had a tiny headset and was checking tickets. Jane attempted to walk past the girl who stepped forward to the block the way.

observing them.

“Tickets, please?” the leathergirl requested.

Jane checked her stride making Andy bump into her.   “Silly girl,” she said to Andy sharply.    “Really,” she said to the leathergirl, “don’t you recognise me?  I’m Lady Fullerton-Jones.”

“That’s as maybe, Madam, but I need to see your ticket.”

“I’m not sure I have it with me.”   This wasn’t quite a lie on Jane’s part.   She just didn’t have a ticket at all.   She’d heard members of the Sisterhood talking about the Gala for weeks but had never received an invitation.  She was determined to go especially if it gave the opportunity to show off her progress with Andy.

“I do need to see it.”

“Look, I don't think I have it.”

“Only members are allowed.”

“Oh, I can prove that.”   Jane pulled the wide strap of the silver bangle on her wrist to one side and showed the flesh beneath to the attendant.

The attendant looked down at Jane’s ankles.   “I’m afraid that’s only one, Madam.   This is for Level Threes and above.”

“But, I’m training a second.  Can’t you see?”

“No, Madam.   Level Threes and above only,” replied the girl sharply.

“Let’s see what we can do.”  Jane pushed back her bangle and rummaged in her clutch bag. “Would this help?”   Jane held out a folded £50 note.

“Well, I’m really not sure …” replied the attendant with a little frown but come on look.

“Oh, excuse me,” said Jane and a second £50 note appeared to accompany the first.  

“Well that all seems to be in order,” said the leathergirl with a smile.  “Now let me see if I have any tickets available.”

“What?  I’ve just given you a hundred pounds,” responded a shocked Jane.

“Oh, I assumed that was just a charitable donation,” the leathergirl said with a sly grin.  “Tickets are one hundred and twenty-five pounds each, but I’m prepared to make a reduction for your pretty girlfriend if she gives me a dance later on in the evening.   Would you like that honey?”

Andy hesitated: “Well, I’m not sure ….”

“For goodness sake, Andie!  Just say ‘Yes’,” Jane instructed Andy firmly.

“Yes, Miss,” replied Andy sheepishly.

“OK, then.  Let’s say two hundred pounds for you both.”  Jane reluctantly went into her bag again and pulled another clutch of fifty pound notes from a bill clip.  “Thank you.  I hope you enjoy the evening.   Our tables have set places, but I’ll squeeze you in near the back.  What names should I put on the place settings.”

“Jane Fullerton-Jones and Andie Watson,” said Jane.  “That’s Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.”

“Great.   I suggest you get a drink at the bar while I get them to set-up for you.”  As Jane and Andy walked to bar area at the back of the room,  the leathergirl spoke into a little microphone: “I’ve got a Level One trying to gate-crash. Very uppity.   I’ve put her on Table 20 with her girlfriend.   The girlfriend’s very pretty.”

end of Part 9

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 5 – Rebecca 19:10 Saturday evening

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Part 5  – Rebecca   19:10 Saturday evening

“We both seem to have the same problem.   How long can it take?” Rebecca asked her neighbour.

“My boy is just the same.   But I guess Men’s’ toilets are more designed for standing up so there’s probably a bit of a capacity issue.”

Rebecca

“Yes, it’s definitely more of a problem for them.   Unless they’ve got one with a plug, most of them won’t have control and won’t want to get their trousers splashed.”  Rebecca smiled knowingly to the lady waiting next to her near the entrance to the hotel’s toilets.   They’d been chatting together for a while but both were getting impatient.

“A plug?   Well mine’s plugged but I don’t see how that helps.”

“Sorry, I was meaning one of those cock cages with a urethral plug.   At least they might be able to point.”

“Oh, no.   I’ve tried them in the past and they still tend to spray.  And I like to keep my boy curved. He knows that if he stiffens it’ll get painful.   A Holy Trainer seems to work best on him. I’ve now got him into the Small with the help of iced water before fitting.    I’ve made sure this one’s been confined for a couple of weeks so he should be good and eager this evening. She put forward her right ankle for Rebecca to see.   Six keys dangled from gold chain just above the ankle strap of her high heeled shoe. “It’s his first time.”

“Very nice,” said Rebecca.  “Mine’s secure too,” pointing down her right leg at a silver chain.

“Just the one?”   The lady looked quizzically at Rebecca.

“Yes, just one.”

“I bet that Angela shows off with how many she has.”

“Quite probably,” replied Rebecca, “although she’ll only be able to bring one tonight.   I’m sure it’ll be James.  She’s most proud of him.  How she broke him, I don’t know?   But he adores her like a puppy.  And where are your others.”

Lady Dixon

“Oh, a couple are already waiting backstage.  Mistress Plug already put in a pre-order for Leroy and Ashton though she’ll still have to bid.  I left two maids at home with my husband since it could be a long evening.   I’ve allowed another out with a girlfriend who’s thinking about joining.    The maids and Roger will be waiting in my bedroom for me since I never know how I’ll feel when I get home. 

“Isn’t that rather risky?”

“Oh no. Roger won’t trouble the maids.   I don’t let him get silly ideas while I’m away.   I took out his ring and put a padlock through his Prince Albert before I left.  Even so he’ll probably be limp and useless when I get home, since the maids will probably suck or wank him dry during the evening.   Just like I prefer.  That way he doesn’t interfere when I bring anyone home and he’ll still appreciates what he receives.”

“You’re too kind to him.” 

“Well, he is my husband.  What type of cage does yours wear?”   Just then a young girl clad in black latex pedal jodhpurs, a white latex blouse with a wide white, floppy latex bow tie ribbon, a black latex bolero jacket, and a wide steel collar emerged from the Ladies.   “Oh, I see,” said the lady.  “That explains it.   How nice.”

“About time too,” barked Rebecca.

“Sorry Mummy, but it takes a while to get this off and then get dry afterwards.  You wouldn’t believe where all the droplets run.”

“Thank you.  I think that counts as took much information.  I’m sure …. sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“It’s Dixon.  Lady Dixon.   But you can call me Aly.”

Freddie

“Thank you, Aly.  I’m Rebecca and this is Freddie.  As I was saying, I’m sure Lady Dixon doesn’t want to hear all the detail.”

“Yes, Mummy,” said the downcast girl.

“Hello, Freddie.  You’re a very pretty sub.”

“Thank you Lady Dixon,” said Freddie staring down at the ground.

“Well trained too.   It’s unusual for the Sisterhood to train daughters as Subs.”

“Oh, she’s not really my daughter.  She lives with me and she considers me her second mother.   It makes things easier if we’re booking rooms.”

Boy - Edward

“Quite.  At last ….”   A young man with a floppy fringe came out of the Men’s Room.   He was in his early twenties and wearing basic dinner jacket and bowtie.  “You took your time.”

“I had to wait for a cubicle,” he apologised sheepishly staring at Freddie. 

“Who said you could look there?   Avert your gaze, Boy.”   The young man stared down at his own polished black Oxfords although he kept flicking quick glances at Rebecca’s legs and shoes and Freddie’s knee length shiny black patent dagger heeled boots.  “Sorry Rebecca, this is Edward but I just call him Boy.”

“Hello, Edward,” said Rebecca.

“Hello,  Mistress Rebecca,” said Boy.  At this, Freddie stifled a laugh.

“And what pray are you giggling at young lady?” demanded Rebecca.   “Freddie, say hello to Edward.   You may look up.”  Freddie lifted her eyes. 

“You can look up too, Boy,” commanded Lady Dixon giving him a pat on his bottom although Rebecca couldn’t help noticing that her hand remained lingering across his bum cheeks. 

“Hello BOYYY!” sneered Freddie . With 2” platforms and 7” heels on her boots, petite  Freddie was able to look him directly in the eye.    She knew he would be cock caged and useless, and wouldn’t know how to respond with his Mistress in control.  “Do you like what you see?” spreading her arms wide and giving a twirl, “Is you’re little cock trying to get hard?” she teased.

“Enough Freddie!” ordered Rebecca.  “You have no right.   Not here. Not now.”  But she knew what Freddie meant.  Poor Boy was clearly captivated by what he saw.  He was blushing and gawking at Freddie in her shiny latex and knee length boots.  Rebecca could tell what a good job Lady Dixon was doing.    He might be young but he was already helplessly, if not hopelessly in her spell: totally lost at sea.    Rebecca could see that he was wearing eye-liner: the kohl around    Rebecca wondered how far Lady Dixon had got with his feminisation.  No doubt evenings like tonight were still token acknowledgements of his masculinity. But from what she’d been saying earlier, he was clearly already wearing a butt plug.  Maybe she’d got him harnessed, but if he wasn’t, she must’ve had him in training for a while if he was going to stay plugged all evening.  If it hadn’t already happened, Rebecca wondered how long it would be before he was trying his first pair of heels and maybe a little lipstick.   “Apologise to Edward, and to Lady Dixon,” instructed Rebecca.

his eyes gave him a wide-eyed feminine charm.

Freddie had been well enough trained to know where the priority lay, “ Sorry, Lady Dixon,”  she said politely.   “Sorry, Ed-waaard,”  she said in a surly voice giving a forced extension to Edward’s name.

“My, you’re a feisty little piece, aren’t you?  How long have you been training her?” Lady Dixon asked Rebecca.

“About 9 months but there’s still a lot of work to do.  Let’s just say Freddie likes to be a little independent, don’t you dear?”

“Yes, Mummy,” said Freddie all meekly, not wanting any punishment for how she’d behaved. 

“That’ll do but I think you need to go on the lead for a while given how you’ve just been.”  Rebecca took a thin leather strap from her handbag and attached it to a D-ring on Freddie’s collar.   As Rebecca closed the hasp on the lead, she glanced down the corridor from the toilets toward the Cloakroom where people were leaving coats before going into the event.   She couldn’t believe what she just thought she’d just seen.  “Come along Freddie,” she said hastily, “we need to let Lady Dixon and Edward go.  It was nice meeting you Lady Dixon.  I do hope you enjoy the evening.”

“I’m sure I will.   I just hope Boy can cope.  He’s only been with me six weeks but he’s shaping very well.  Aren’t you, dear?”   Another few pats on Boy’s bottom.  “Maybe if he’s a good Boy, he could have a dance with your Freddie a bit later.”

“Yes m’Lady,” agreed Edward meekly.   Freddie scowled.

“And while they do, maybe we could have a drink together?”

“I’d like that,” said Rebecca recognising that, despite her youth, Lady Dixon must  at least  a Level 6.  Rebecca was still only a Level 3 and she hoped that the right contacts and a little assistance she might help her progression.  

“Good,” said Lady Dixon.  “It may be his first night,” she said with a wink to Rebecca and some more pats on Edward’s pert bottom.  “You never know, Boy?” and one of her heavily lined eyebrows rose quizzically.

“Yes, m’Lady.”   Edward looked meekly down at the ground and his cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson.  Freddie smiled.

“Well, it’s all in a good cause,” smiled  Rebecca.  “Definitely a good cause.  See you later.”   With that she took Freddie’s hand and strode off down the corridor towards the Cloakroom and the Foyer beyond where people were gathering to go in, with only a brief pause while she put on an opera mask and a latex fox head with muzzle on Freddie.   Rebecca snapped the padlock closed on the strap holding the fox head.  “Don’t moan, dear.   You need to be quiet.   And I don’t want him recognising you.”   Tugging Freddie’s lead, she marched her charge towards the reception hall for the Gala.


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