Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 33 - Angela 15:00 Sunday afternoon

Part 33, the final part 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 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"

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 17 - Jane 22:55 Saturday

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Part 17 - Jane 22:55 Saturday

Jane sat on the edge of the bath, shivering in darkness.   The room was warm but nerves had hit her.   What was happening to Andy?   What was going to happen to her?   But it was Andy she thought about first.   Who was the other bidder?   They’d gone to four and a half thousand.  Was it Mistress Plug again?  She seemed to have deep pockets given what she’d already spent at the Auction.

Jane inhaled deeply through her nose to calm herself.  She could scarcely breathe through her mouth since it was largely obstructed by a rubber penis that rested against her tongue but thankfully didn’t quite touch the back of her mouth.  She was gagged like Andy had been on the stage.   If this was how they were treating her, what on earth might they be doing to Andy?  Jane sucked on the penis and thought about Andy.   Her poor boy.   How had she let this happen?   The Sisterhood was so cruel doing this. 

The cloth hood had been replaced by a leather eye mask.  Jane listened hard to compensate for her loss of vision.   She heard movement in the bedroom next door.  It sounded like people were assembling.   She sensed that there was someone in the bathroom with her but had no idea who or how close.  The apparent airiness of the room meant that it was undoubtedly one of those spacious bathrooms that came as part of a luxury suite in the hotel.  She couldn’t move to find out since her legs had been chained together and her hands were cuffed behind her back. 

Voices were speaking next door but Jane couldn’t discern what they were saying.    Jane wished she could find out but knew that she’d trip and fall before she found the bathroom door.  Although it felt like an eternity of waiting, after a few minutes a door opened and a firm and slightly rough hand gripped her upper arm guiding her to stand. Jane felt the brush of rubber against her thigh.   “Follow my lead, and take short steps,” advised a high but definitely male voice.  Jane felt a tug at her neck and followed.  With her first step she almost stumbled as the hobble chain jarred her ankles but the hand stopped her from falling.  “I said short steps.   Dainty ones.  Like a lady.”   Jane appreciated the irony.   She had never felt less like a lady.  With her hands cuffed behind her, a metal collar round her neck, ankle cuffs and hobble, and a penis filling her mouth she felt like she was being led to a slave auction.

A female voice spoke: “Bring her over to me. Please remove her mask.  I wouldn’t want her to miss these moments.” 

“Such a pity you lost in the auction tonight, Jane. At least you have something to suck on while your sissy is enjoying himself and you won’t need to break any rules.  You must know that fellating your sissy is against Rule 5 for Level 2s and below. Now Jane, you have been very silly tonight.  You knew tonight’s Gala was only for Level 3s and above.   You didn’t have a ticket and trying to bribe my assistant was just stupid.  Then trying to bid for your own sissy with money you didn’t have was ridiculous.  The Gala is a Charity auction.  However, you did bring this gorgeous girl and we have raised a lot of money tonight because of her.  It’s important Andie doesn’t disappoint otherwise that will be another demerit for you.   I think we should loosen and prepare you both for the evening ahead.   Sugar, get Leroy ready.”

Jane watched as one of the maids went down on her knees.  As if to pray, she took the long black cock of a gimp between her upraised, white satin gloved palms.  Adoringly, her tongue licked the head that began to swell.   “You can suck him now, Sugar” Lady Angela instructed.   The maid opened her mouth wide and took the head.   Then she closed her eyes and started to bob her head slowly forwards and back in silent devotion, each time taking more of the shaft while her colleague took photographs on her mobile. “You can help too, Candy.”  The other maid knelt alongside her to lick the gimp’s balls and whatever of the shaft was accessible.

Although the maids were bent in penance, they both seemed happy.   One continued taking photos and selfies with her phone.  Jane noticed that their little cocks were still limp and floppy.   She thought fondly about how Andy responded with her.   These maids were clearly much older and further along in their training but she didn’t want Andy to change.  She loved him just the way he was.      

“That’s better,” said Lady Angela as Leroy’s cock stiffened.  “Isn’t it nice.    Lady Dixon’s gimps are only used to going in mouths and bumholes.    I do hope that it’ll fit.”

Jane tried to kick Angela.   Her right foot had only swung inches when it was jarred to a halt by the hobble chain.  The shock against her left ankle made her rock on her and she stumbled forward.  “Tsk, tsk. That won’t do.  You’ve brought this on yourself.”  Jane spluttered as Angela put her hand on the penis protruding from her mouth and lifted Jane back to the vertical.   She started to  slide her hand up and down the shaft.  “Come here darling,” Lady Angela beckoned to Andy.   Andy stepped forward and Angela and she started to wank his penis gag too.  “Although I understand you are a good sucker, has Jane allowed you the pleasure of real cock, honey?”    Andy’s eyes widened.   He looked at Jane in despair.  “No seemingly not.  What a night this will be for you.”

“Would you like your Aunt to show how it’s done?  And don’t think you can wriggle out of it: once Leroy’s in, it’s difficult for him to come out until he’s finished.  Oh my, it looks like you’re both getting Ashton excited too.”  The other Gimp was starting to get an erection too.   “No Ashton, you’ll have to wait to see who deserves seconds.   Now get the ladies ready.”   Darkness returned as Ashton replaced her eye mask.

“Let’s see what the young lady has to say for herself.” 

There was more rustling and then Jane heard Andy blurt out: “Please don’t hurt Auntie.   Fuck me if you have to.  I’ve been wearing a plug all evening.   I’ll take the cock instead of her.”   Behind her mask, tears welled in Jane’s eyes.  She felt sad that she could do nothing to help Andy but was almost overwhelmed by his selfless devotion to her.   But she didn’t want him hurt.   Better her than him.

“How noble of you. Your devotion does you proud, Andy.    Jane has trained you well.    I’ll have to decide who goes first.   Either way Jane doesn’t escape: she has been very silly defying The Sisterhood and being unable to pay her debts.   Gag her again.  We wouldn’t want any unseemly yelps disturbing the hotel’s other guests.    Suck on that and enjoy your privilege.”

“Now who’s going first?   Let me toss a coin.   You call, Ashton.”

“Tails,” said a deep voice.

“How appropriate.   Time to get her ready.     Girls, sorry to interrupt your fun.  I can see your little cocklets are dribbling.  Stop sucking and put a condom on Leroy.  You can roll it on with your lips if you want, Sugar.”   There was a pause.   “My, that is tight and shiny.   OK, another little suck Sugar if you insist although you’ll get spanked for that later.   Now lube him up.”  There was a pause and some rustling.  It didn’t sound like they’d bothered to get Andy out of his dress.   They were probably taking out William.  “Bend her over.   With Andy  gagged there won’t be any unseemly noises.  Once Leroy’s in you can let her straighten up.”

“Spread her cheeks, Candy.   Oh very nice.   That’s right.  All the way in Leroy.  I know she can take it.   Don’t pause to let her draw breath.   See, I knew she could.”  Andy had been penetrated.  This was all wrong.  At least wearing his plug for the last few hours would have meant that he wouldn’t too tight. But Jane dreaded to think want that monster cock would do to Andy.  She hoped it wouldn’t tear him.   It was so unfair.  She’d wanted his first to be a proper lover.  William or maybe that nice man he’d met at Rebecca’s.   Someone who’d be tender with him.     “That’s right, Leroy, lift her off the floor.   My, you are a strong boy. There’s nowhere she can go now.   You can bounce her if you want but don’t cum.”  Poor Andy was now obviously impaled on the cock.   Jane could hear him yelping through his gag.   His lovely cock was probably limp and flopping uselessly with fear and pain as he rode on Leroy’s enormous organ. It wasn’t meant to be like this.   She’d so wanted him to reach ecstasy the first time.   “We just need to get her stretched for later.   Her arsehole should gave a nice gape when you’ve finished.” 

A voice whispered in Jane’s ear “I think we can leave him.  Don’t you?  I’m sure Mistress Plug will keep him entertained.”    Jane shook her head but was helpless to resist. 

“Candy, get Ashton ready,” he heard Lady Angela say from across the room.   “You’ll get your turn but I’m wondering whether she can take a DP.”  Jane tried to turn back but she was dragged forward by her neck lead.   She was led out of the room and back to the corridor.  It was only a short walk or hobble across the corridor to an adjacent room.

 

 

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 15 - Andy 22:50 Saturday evening

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Part 15  - Andy  22:50 Saturday evening

Andy had given up struggling against the cuffs locking his hands behind his back.   They’d threatened cable ties and arm binders but there was no chance of escape and he was just hurting his wrists.  He wanted to spit out the rubber penis in his mouth but the gag was fastened firmly round his head with a leather strap and he expected that would be locked too.    All he could do was suck on it and swallow to stop saliva accumulating in his mouth. 

The young man who’d asked him to dance and had earlier seemed so nice led him from the backstage area by the lead attached to his collar.    They came out into a service corridor.     Several of the men from the auction were being marshalled along one wall of the corridor along with the leather gimps and rubber pups who’d been sitting at the tables at the back.  Ladies were arriving to collect them.    Edward was directed past them to a service lift.   As Andy saw him select the button to go ‘Up’, a bag or hood was again placed over his head.   There was a ding, the hiss of doors opening and then Edward pulled him into the lift.   They didn’t speak.  It seemed to Andy that the hood was a waste of time, since the lift announced “Floor 23” before he was towed out forgetting that the hood might be protecting the identities of other important guests.

“Right, I’ll take him from here,” said a girl’s voice.  A voice that Andy thought he recognised.  Andy was pulled forward and almost toppled on his heels.   “Thank you, Boy.  Your buyer is in the room next door.   Have a good evening.   Come on Andy, I’m sure you’ve been trained to walk better than that.”   Andy got back to upright and snaked his hips to get back into a walking rhythm.   At least they’d removed the hobble chain. “That’s better.  Make your bottom wiggle honey, the boys will like that.”

Andy heard a door open and he was led inside.   He could feel the texture of the floor change.  He was in a room, a bedroom perhaps, or a luxury suite that was thickly carpeted.    He was brought to halt.   The door closed and the hood was removed.    There was no girl there.   But there was a tall lady wearing a big Venetian opera mask.   On one side of her stood two leather gimps; on the other were two rubber maids.

Andy thought the gimps looked amazing.  They still wore black leather hoods with eye holes and zippered mouths but were otherwise naked except for black leather body harnesses, fishnet stockings and black knee length high-heeled boots.  The patent shine of their boots matched the shine on their bodies.  Their torsos had been oiled and glistened even under the soft lights of the suite.   The oil helped define the hard muscles of the gimps who both looked like body builders. The harnesses had straps radiating from a neck collar attached to belts that wrapped tightly around their glistening bodies making their muscled breasts stand out, nipping their waists  and extending to suspender straps for their stockings.  Andy would have gasped in astonishment but could only suck harder on the rubber cock filling his mouth:  between the legs of each gimp hung an enormous penis. Both were flaccid but had to be at least eight inches in length with a width of around one and half inches.  Andy had never seen the like, not even in the showers after football: even limp they were the largest Andy had ever seen.  

The maids were a complete contrast. To Andy they looked old.  Certainly older than him but were probably only in their thirties or early forties.    They were in full latex: expensive shiny black maids dresses with creamy white details.  Ruffled sleeves, frilly collars, little headbands, little latex eye masks, a tiny apron, latex stockings and suspenders with black ankle strap heels locked in place with padlocks.  The skirts on their dresses did not hang:  they were cut ridiculously short and wired like lampshades so that they projected virtually horizontally.  The maids were wearing no panties and Andy could see their exposed bottoms and genitalia. While the gimps had the biggest penises that Andy had ever seen , these had to be the smallest: they both had tiny penises and miniscule ball sacs.

 

“Ah, Andy.  So pleased you could drop by.  As you know, I’m Lady Angela although you should call me Mistress Plug.   I do abhor having males in my presence who aren’t plugged.”  Both maids and gimps were wearing shiny metal slave collars with circled with D-rings and a little metallic pendant or a tiny penis.   Andy couldn’t see but he guessed that all four would be wearing butt plugs.  Andy shifted his bottom slightly and felt the reassuring presence of his own jewelled steel plug.  

 “I just wanted you to feel properly welcomed and to say ‘Thank you’ to our champion fund raiser.   We’ve never raised so much money from a single auction.  Thank you so much.   I also wanted to let you know that your Mistress and, of course, losing bidder will be well taken care of this evening while you’re with your ‘buyer’.  Can you bring her through please?”

One of the sissy maids walked to what had to be the bathroom.   He came back guiding a tall, naked lady on a lead attached to a slave collar similar to the maid’s.  She was hooded like the gimps except that her eye holes were zipped shut and a penis gag like his own had been fastened in the mouth hole.   Despite the hood, Andy could tell from the shapely elegance of her figure as well as her white Louboutins that it was Aunt Jane.  Her dress, bra and panties were gone as well as her clutch bag, rope of pearls and diamond bangle.   All she had left were her heels although, like him, she had been fitted with a hobble: a thin metal chain was attached to wide leather cuffs round her ankles meaning that she couldn’t run or kick, but could walk normally if she took short, dainty steps.  Her arms were behind her back and Andy guessed that she too had wrist cuffs. 

“Bring her over to me.”  The sissy maid obliged.  “Please remove her mask.  I wouldn’t want her to miss these moments.”  While one maid held his Aunt’s head and the other removed the eye mask from the hood, Mistress Plug placed her hand on the penis protruding from Aunt Jane’s mouth.  Andy and Jane exchanged glances.   There was despair in Jane’s eyes.   “Such a pity you lost in the auction tonight, Jane. At least you have something to suck on while your sissy is enjoying himself and you won’t need to break any rules.  You must know that fellating your sissy is against Rule 5 for Level 2s and below.”  Andy blushed.   How could they know that when he’d been good Aunt Jane sometimes gave him a special treat?  Jane was staring at Mistress Plug with anger in her eyes.   “Now Jane, you have been very silly tonight.  You knew tonight’s Gala was only for Level 3s and above.   You didn’t have a ticket and trying to bribe my assistant was just stupid.  Then bidding for your own sissy with money you didn’t have was ridiculous.  The Gala is a Charity auction.  However, you did bring this gorgeous girl and we have raised a lot of money tonight because of her.  It’s important Andie doesn’t disappoint otherwise that will be another demerit for you.   I think we should loosen and prepare you both for the evening ahead.   Sugar, get Leroy ready.”   Jane’s appearance had changed from despair and anger to horror.

Andy watched as a maid went down on her knees in front of one of the gimps and started to lick his balls.  Andy glanced across and could see terror in Jane’s eyes.  The gimp’s penis head was engorging.   “You can suck him now, Sugar,” Mistress Plug instructed.  The other sissy maid unlocked her mobile phone.  She took pictures as Sugar eagerly took the cock head in her mouth.  The penis stiffened and was approaching the horizontal.  “You can help too, Candy.”   The other maid knelt beside Sugar and ran her tongue up and down the shaft.  “That’s better.” The maid now took selfies of them sucking the long black cock.  Andy looked on in awe as the organ grew to what had to be ten inches or more in length.  While the maids sucked, Mistress Plug started to run her hand up and down the shaft of the rubber cock jutting out horizontally from Aunt Jane’s mouth is if she was wanking that stiff too.    “Isn’t it nice.    Lady Dixon’s gimps are only used to going in mouths and bumholes. Poor Roger.   I do hope that it’ll fit you.”   Suddenly he realised why Jane was terrified.  They were going to sodomise his Auntie. “Are you ready to be put to the cock, dear?  Or would you like to see your sissy begin his evening of delight.”

Aunt Jane tried to kick out at Mistress Plug but the hobble chain just meant she jarred herself and almost fell forward.   “Tsk, tsk. That won’t do.  You’ve brought this on yourself.”  Jane emitted a muffled grunt that just caused Angela to wank her gag faster.  “Come here darling,” Mistress Plug beckoned to Andy.   Andy stood on the other side of Mistress Plug and she started to masturbate the cock extending from his penis gag too.  “Although I understand you are a good sucker, has Jane allowed you the pleasure of real cock, honey?”    The gimp’s enormous cock had a bulbous head and the shaft now curved upwards like a fish hook. Then the horror dawned that it might be him that was going to get fucked.   He stared at the cock then at Jane.  That cock would surely be way too big: it was much larger than any of Aunt Jane’s toys.   Andy’s eyes widened.   He looked at Jane in despair.  “No seemingly not.  Would you like your Aunt to show how it’s done?   And don’t think you can wriggle out of it: once Leroy’s in it’s difficult for him to come out until he’s finished.  Oh my, it looks like you’re both getting Ashton excited too.”  Together Andy and Jane looked across at the other Gimp.  Without stimulation except the sight of the maids sucking his colleague and, if Andy only knew, the delightful spectacle of a pretty girl in tight red latex, the other gimp was getting an erection.   It was just as big as Leroy’s.  “No Ashton, you’ll have to wait to see who deserves seconds. Or maybe they can hold hands while they get fucked together?    Now get the ladies ready.”  

While the maids continued to suck and lick Leroy’s totem pole,  Ashton returned the eye visor to Jane’s hood.  Andy had never seen his Auntie look so vulnerable.  “Let’s see what the young lady has to say for herself.”  The gimp unfastened the strap and removed Andy’s gag.  

“Please don’t hurt Auntie.   Fuck me if you have to.  I’ve been wearing a plug all evening.   I’ll take the cock instead of her.”  

“How noble of you. Your devotion does you proud, Andie.    Jane has trained you well.    I’ll have to decide who goes first.   Either way Jane doesn’t escape: she has been very silly defying The Sisterhood and being unable to pay her debts.   Gag her again.”   The rubber penis was stuffed back in his mouth and he was silent apart from muffled grunts and little slurps on the rubber cock.  “Suck on that little girl and enjoy your privilege.”    A loose cloth hood went over his head and he was in darkness. 

“Now who’s going first?   Let me toss a coin.   You call, Ashton.”

“Tails,” said a deep voice.

“How appropriate.   Time to get her ready.     Girls, sorry to interrupt your fun.  I can see your little cocklets are dribbling.  Stop sucking and put a condom on Leroy.”   There was a pause.   “My, that is tight and shiny.   OK, another little suck Sugar if you insist although you’ll get spanked for that later.   Now lube him up.”   There was a long pause and some shuffling.     “Bend her over.   With her gagged there won’t be any unseemly noises.  Once you’re in Leroy, I want you to straighten up and hold her.  I don’t want you thrusting away too soon.  I’d like to see her sat and suspended.”

Andy listened.   There was some audible movement muffled through his hood, and then he heard a  suppressed squeal.   “Spread her cheeks, Candy.  Oh very nice.   That’s right.  All the way in Leroy.  I know she can take it.   Don’t stop.”  There were squeals from across the room.    “See, I knew she could.” Andy felt desperate.   Only a few feet away, his poor Aunt was being fucked and most probably sodomised by the biggest cock he’d ever seen and he felt powerless to help.   “Now straighten.   That’s right, Leroy, lift her off the floor.   You are a strong boy.   There’s nowhere she can go now.  Let gravity do the work.  Hook, line and sinker,” she said with a chuckle.   “You can bounce her if you want but don’t cum.   You just need to get her stretched for later.   Her arsehole should have a nice gape when you’ve finished.”

Andy heard a series of suppressed yelps.   Aunt Jane was clearly being held by Leroy and was now impaled and hooked on his cock.  Andy felt a slight tug at his neck. He feared that he was about to receive Ashton’s cock.  Someone took Andy’s hand to steady him and then he was guided forward. “Time for you to go, honey,” whispered the familiar female voice.   He heard the door open and then felt his feet back on the smooth corridor carpet.   “You shouldn’t keep your buyer waiting.  Don’t worry about your Auntie.  She’ll be kept ‘happy’.   She’ll be taught a lesson and will be changed lady after tonight when the Sisterhood have finished with her.”

“Candy, get Ashton ready,” he heard Mistress Plug say before the door closed.   “You’ll get your turn but I’m wondering whether she can take a DP.”  Andy’s heart sank.   Poor Auntie. 

The lift doors hissed open and Andy was drawn inside.   Buttons were pushed.  As the lift descended all he could think about was his poor Aunt with that huge cock desecrating her rear.    “Basement Level S,” announced the lift.   He was back in the Service Corridor.  

“This is Miss Andie.  Please take her to this address.”  

“Yes, ma’am.”   There was a different feel to pull on his lead.   A few more steps and the chill night air hit him.

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

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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

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 3 Angela 17:30 Saturday evening

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Part 3       – Angela 17:30 Saturday evening

It was a shame The Sisterhood had to hold these events on Saturdays, Angela grumbled to herself but as one of the organisers she could hardly complain. It would be impossible for members from across the country to get to London if they held it mid-week.    And since they now had a reliable, understanding venue, it would be difficult to change.     The hotel also had some very nice waiters and its convenience for the airport meant that it was used by many cabin crews; it had proved a fruitful recruiting ground.   It would be impossible to persuade many of the ladies to change either the date or the location.  

“James,” she shouted up the stairs, “we need to go?  The taxi’s waiting.”

“Almost ready, honey.   I’ll be down shortly.”

Angela wondered why it was always women who were meant to take longest to get ready.  She stared at the portrait of her late husband hanging in the hall.  Oscar looked every inch the company chairman in his double-breasted suit sat at his rosewood desk.   Angela wept a dry tear: it had been twelve years since he’d departed but he’d gone the way he would have wanted.  Such a shame about his weak heart.  But James had been such a consolation since her tragic loss, and he owed her so much.   

James descended the staircase.   “Good.   Are you shaved and locked again?”

“Yes, honey,” James replied.  Angela admired what she considered to be her creation descending the stairs.  He was about six foot two and dressed in a smart dinner jacket, white short and black bowtie: the standard penguin suit for an evening function.   He had glossy thick brown hair with a parting that flopped slightly forward.  Under Oscar, James had been an upcoming junior manager at the bank.  Angela liked to see her husband happy and Oscar liked to keep James under him.  Many was the night Oscar brought James home after work for extra study and training.    

“Let me check,” said Angela as he reached the bottom.  Her right hand groped into his crotch and felt something hard.  “Good.”

“Yes, honey.   It was getting the ring through that took so long.  It was quite hard.”

“Well you shouldn’t have been thinking of me, should you?” she teased.

“That wasn’t what I meant.  Awkward was what I meant.”

“Well let me have the key, please.”   He held out the tiny key by a little ring threaded through its eye .  She reached down and unclipped a thin chain around her ankle.   She took the key from him  and slipped the chain through the  little ring.   The key dangled on the chain beside alongside at least six others.  “Fasten, it for me darling, please.”   James knelt down.  “No, James!  You know how to do this.   We’ve done this lots of times.  Like a doggy.”   James went on all fours and fastened the hasp around her right ankle.

“How do you know which is which?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” she smiled.

“Well it might to me.”

“Trust me, babe.   I know what I need to know.   Now let me just check.  Turn around.”   He padded round and she could see a clear line against his tight trousers.   Not a line from his underpants - she’d made him dispense with those long ago.    She reached down and felt a metal bar and another little padlock further inside.  “Good boy. Double secure.   Now give me the other key.”   Reluctantly he felt in a pocket of his dinner jacket.  “Round my left ankle, please,” she commanded handing him another little gold chain on which he threaded the key.  This key stood alone on its chain.

“Why is this necessary?”

“Really James.  We go through this each year.   We have a hotel that allows us back every year.  We don’t want to spoil our reputation.   We don’t want any silliness occurring like it did a few years ago.   What went on in those toilets was unacceptable.  No wonder we got banned.  And it wasn’t just the Men’s.  Some of the Ladies were no better.  They paid their penalty, of course.  This way there’ll be no problems.”

“Yes, honey, but it’s going to be uncomfortable sitting down on this thing all night.”

“Don’t worry.  I’ve asked the hotel to provide cushions for some of the male guests.   They’ve stopped asking ‘Why?’  And we’ll have less of the ‘Honey’: from now on it’s ‘Lady Angela’ or ‘Mistress Plug’.  OK?   We have to maintain appearances.”

“Yes, Mistress Plug,” he said and received another pat on the base of his anal pear. 

“And hold this for me.  Keep it safe in inside pocket of your jacket.”   She handed James a fat roll of fifty pound notes.

“All this?”

“Yes.  I want it to be a night to remember.  And I haven’t taken you to a club for a while, have I?”  

“No, Mistress.” James looked slightly downcast.

 “Let’s go.”

 

A few minutes later, a black limousine pulled out of the drive carrying a pretty middle-aged blonde lady and a rather handsome man in evening dress.

end of Part 3