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 

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 22 - Rebecca 00:45 Sunday morning

Part 22 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 22  - Rebecca  00:45 Sunday morning

Rebecca helped Lady Dixon fasten her dress.  She could feel little hairs between her teeth but wasn't going to try to remove them until Aly had gone.

"That was lovely, darling," said Lady Dixon distractedly as she checked her phone.  "My car's waiting outside.  Be as harsh with Boy as you like.  You can take out his butt plug as you wish.  He's used to taking my strapon but I've been saving him for proper cock when I find the right Alpha for him.  So please, no gimps or studs in his bottom.  But as many as you like in his mouth," she said with a wink.

"Of course, Aly. "

 "I've made the decision not to feminise him.    I know he'd look good in make-up and heels but I want Boy to be special.    You can see, he's devoted to dominant females.     I want him to be a reluctant gay boi: a perfect ornament and escort for a domme - attentive, loyal, loving but always unsated.   It's something we rarely attempt in the Sisterhood."

 "How interesting. "

 "I think James is one of the few others, but it seems Lady Angela uses him more as her stud these days."

 "Really?"

"Since he's graduated and she's at least Level 7, it's allowed. She obviously uses him when she’s training her sissies.  You can understand why any sissy would feel good being fucked by such a handsome stud.  Though I understand she likes to remind him of his place.  He’s not just a favourite with the ladies.  She takes him once a month to a gay club and leaves him handcuffed in the toilets for an hour. Naturally she stays to watch."

"I could tell he was special."

"Oh, and no fisting either, please, " she said over her shoulder.   "Although a little light prostate massage is fine. Boy could probably do with milking after all this excitement.   See you at lunchtime, Boy.  Bye, bye," and Lady Dixon swept out of the room.

Once Aly had gone, Rebecca tethered Edward to the foot of the bed and went to the bathroom to pick and clean her teeth.  Back in bedroom she got out her phone and lay on the bed.  She'd been dying to make this call for the last hour but Lady Dixon had wanted to stay for a cuddle and see that Edward was OK.

 "Hello.  Harry?"

 "Yes?   It's late. You called on my landline?

 "Yes. I didn't know if you'd have your mobile to hand.   How's it going? "

 "How's what going ?"

 "You know.   With your boyfriend.  Sorry, girlfriend, " she said with a giggle.

 "Very nicely, thank you."

 "Have you fucked him yet? "

 "Really!"

 "Ok.  Have you fucked her yet? "

 "No.   And that's none of your business."

 "Oh but it is, Harry.  Who do you think set this up for you?  Who got Andy away from his Mistress? "

 "Look it's still my business not yours."

 "Well, if you don't, I'll just have to make sure that she gets what's coming to her and more. "

 "That's not right."

 "She's a member of The Sisterhood who's disobeyed. "

 "Oh, I thought you meant ..... "

 "No.  His Mistress.  His lady love.   She knows what she deserves.  It's just I've managed these little 'extras'."

 "Oh. Do you have to?"

 "I'm disappointed in you. ....  Thank you.". Edward had started sucking her toes again without prompting.

"What do you mean 'Thank you '? "

"Nothing.  I was speaking to someone else."

"Oh.  "

 "I'm sure Andy will be disappointed to hear you made his pretty Auntie suffer."

 "What?"

 " You know: that nice older lady who picked him up from my apartment while you were busy rimming and wanking him. "

 "Oh, no!"

 " Yes, her. "

 "You wouldn't."

 "We already have. She's been a naughty girl. "

 "Please, don't."

 "She'll gets what's coming to her. "

 "That's so unfair."

 "It's your choice"

 " Please, no.  I can't.   Not like this. "

 "You'll ensure his Auntie's ruined."

 "Ruined?"

 "If not ruined, certainly 'knocked about a bit ' as they say in the song."

 "A song? "

 "Yes, Marie Lloyd.  Marie Lloyd's song."

"Lloyd's? "

"It's an old music hall number.  You really must get out more.  Well given this call, you really need to get it in more.  Don't you Harry? "

 "Only when the time is right."

"It's your opportunity. "

 "But it's not like that."

 "It never is with you Harry.  Always looking for true love. "

 "Maybe."

 "No Harry, always. Bye, Harry, " and she pressed the call cancel button before he could reply.   She got up from the bed and untied Edward.  "Boy, get my strapon from my case,” she instructed.  “You'll find some Butt Butter there too.  You're going to need it.  Someone's getting fucked tonight even if it's not Andy.   I just need to make another call first.” Still annoyed, she picked up the bedside phone and punched #2318. There was a long delay before it was picked up. "Hello.  Can I speak with Freddie?”

“I’m afraid she’s a bit tied up now,” a familiar voice  answered. 

“I should have guessed,” replied Rebecca.  “Never mind.  I’m sure you’ll be able to help.  Do you have Lady Fullerton-Jones with you?”

“Yes, she’s a bit tied up too.”

“I’m so glad.   I just wanted to ask that you double her dose of lactulose.  I want her shitting like a trooper.”

“Yes.”

“Good.   And you can dilute it with whatever you want.   If you know what I mean?”

“I’m sure we do. “

“Thank you Imogen.  And please call me just before the pick-up.  I’d like to see her before she goes and give her a little crowning glory.   We can take a few pictures of the stuck up cow.   Bye for now.”   Rebecca put the phone down.   “OK, Boy.   I want you to take your butt plug out.  Oh jewelled, that's nice.   Now slather yourself with as much butt butter as you want.   You got Andy into this and if he’s not going to get fucked tonight, you most certainly are.”

end of part 22

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 7 – Angela 19:28 Saturday evening

Part 7 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 7  – Angela 19:28 Saturday evening

Mistress Plug

The final few guests were just making their way in.   There would no doubt be a few stragglers but most had arrived and were already seated.   Angela could see it was almost time for her to go through.   She’d need to say hello to her table and get James settled on his cushion before her other duties began .  He was still standing dutifully beside her, nodding and smiling, while she welcomed guests: happy to have her hand resting on and feeling his bottom as she stood there greeting people.  

“Time to go in, dear,” she muttered to James.   She removed her hand from his bum and taking his hand led him towards the banqueting hall.   “Hello, Everything OK?   Guests happy?” she asked a beautiful brunette in a black leather dress with pink trim and knee high black leather boots standing beside the entrance. 

“Yes Mistress Plug.   Most of the guests are seated.”

“Good.”

“Did you hear on your wire that we have a gate-crasher?”

“Yes.”  

A grey haired lady in an opera mask leading a latex clad fox cub approached.  “Can I interrupt a second, please Lady Angela?”

Rebecca

“Yes?”   Angela wracked her brains.  “It’s Mistress Rebecca, isn’t it?”

“That’s right.   I just wanted to let you know that someone’s here who shouldn’t be.  She’s only Level 1,” Rebecca gabbled.  “I tried to tell her ...   “

“Yes, I think we know.   Imogen, is that the one on Table 20?”

“Yes, Mistress Plug.   The bitchy lady in the white dress and Louboutins with the beautiful girl in a red latex dress.”  

Behind her fox mask, a girl’s voice started to speak: “But ….”

Rebecca yanked hard on the girl’s lead chain.  “Quiet, Freddie.   Yes, she is beautiful, isn't she?"

"Totally.   The prettiest I've seen this evening."

"Quite.   But there’s something you don’t know.   She’s a boy.”

“A boy?!” retorted Imogen.  “But she’s so lovely and sweet looking?”

“Yes, a boy.   A sissyboi.  That’s Andy.   He’s her sissy maid but she’s brought him tonight as her escort.”

“Andie, you say?  It’s bad enough a Level 1 gate-crashing without that kind of disruption,” said Angela.   "Is he cock caged?"

"I doubt it," replied Imogen.  "The lines of his dress were perfect.   You would never know.   Are you sure he hasn't had the Op?"

"He definitely hasn't," replied Rebecca.  "In fact he has a very nice cock and he's fully functional.  She has caged him in the past, but I guess not this evening." 

“This won't do," interjected Angela sternly.  "All male guests have to be cock caged.  You know the problems we've had in the past with all that sucking and sodomy in the Male Toilets.   We can't have that again.  He may be passive ..."

"Oh, I don't think he's just passive," interrupted Rebecca.   "From what I've seen and heard, he can be quite an active little boy."  As she said this her fox cub looked down at the ground as if dejected and started kicking her heels.  

"That potentially makes it even worse," said Angela.   "This hotel is so understanding of our needs and our fund raising work.    Do you have any ideas about how we should handle this?”

“Yes, I do.   Can you leave it with me?  I don't think it will disrupt the evening at all,” said Rebecca.  “In fact it may raise a lot of money at the auction.”

“I’ll leave it with you to sort out with Imogen then.  I must get James to his seat.”  Angela could see Freddie was staring at James.  She hated to think what expression the foxy young cub would be making behind her mask.   Thank goodness James was caged …. and plugged, since it was difficult to tell the young sub’s preferences.   “There might be promotion in this if we get this resolved successfully,” she whispered to Rebecca as she passed.  Angela walked in, arm in arm with James.  Rebecca paused and thought for a while and spoke softly to Imogen.  Then she too entered the Banqueting Hall with Freddie straining on her lead and trying to follow James as if the foxy cub wanted to sniff his bottom.

end of Part 7