Will's Helping Hand and Alisia

In AndyLatex's latest marvellous artwork Will's Helping Hand, a struggling Andy is being helped into a tight pair of latex pants by his friend, and soon to be boyfriend, William  (see Andy's blog: SmoothSlickNShiny - Will's Helping Hand ).  

His Aunt watches her feminised protégée get ever more embarrassed and excited as Will firm hands grip him tightly in order to close the through crotch zip on his shiny, burnished leggings.  Jane preferred him in one's zipped through to the rear, it made access to her young lover so much easier as she was sure Will would find out too in due course.

Meanwhile femboi Alisia Rae seems to be having the opposite problem in a fitting room. 

After trying on a new pair of jeans and admiring herself, the pretty sissy needs to ask the assistant for a little help extricating herself.

Just a shame she's not in a latex pair like Andy.

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 30 – Andy 10:50 Sunday morning

Part 30 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 30     – Andy     10:50 Sunday morning

The hinges squeaked eerily as the kitchen door swung open.  The kitchen in Jane’s house was one of the oldest parts of the building.   Although it had been modernised, it still retained some of the old features.   Heavy oak beams ran along the edge of the walls and one central wide joist supported the high ceiling. Jane had also decided to retain the old oak panelled doors to the kitchen. The stench of a latrine filled in the air.  And then Andy burst into tears.  He couldn't believe the sight in front of him.  The smell was emanating from Jane and the area round her: Aunt Jane as he's never seen her before.  She was standing in a puddle of excrement and piss, naked except for her white Louboutins, the steel collar from last night, and a leather harness that looped under her arms and across her front.  A penis gag still protruded from her mouth.   A little belt girdled her waist with a thin chain running from front to rear as a crotch strap.  Wires ran from her pussy to a little control box attached to the belt. 

More brown stains covered Jane’s front.  Leather cuffs still bound her wrists.  Both the leather harness and her cuffs were attached by ropes to an eyebolt that had been screwed into the joist.   Her arms were above her head and she was motionless with her head slumped slightly forward, soiled and bedraggled.  Flies buzzed around her and were settling on her body and on the pools and mounds at her feet. “Oh, Auntie!  What have they done to you?” he sobbed.

Jane lifted her head slightly trying to detect where the voice had come from.   Then her whole body shook and convulsed.   Andy watched as she writhed as if she was having an orgasm.  Finally it subsided and her head fell forward again.  Andy loved to help his Aunt reach those heights but not like this.  He walked in a circle round her.   There were red welts across her buttocks and thighs.   There was a little splutter and a little trickle of fluid running down the inside of her left thigh.  It ran past a thin silver chain around her ankle like the ones he’d seen ladies wearing at the Gala. Some flowed into her shoe while the rest joined the puddle of yellow fluid surrounding her.  “You are a dirty girl,” he thought to himself.  At least she wasn’t dehydrated.

Her whole body had a glistening yellow sheen.   Her lovely white Louboutins were now a shade of yellowy brown.  Her legs were streaked with coffee brown stains. Even worse was her face and hair.  Jane’s penis gag was connected by a tube to a large inverted plastic bottle hanging from the joist containing yellowish fluid.   Her bouffant silvery, platinum hair of last night now lay lank and matted with brown goo and syrup.  It looked like there was shit in her hair and over her body.   The syrup had run down her body where the flies were feasting. Jane’s body was speckled with black where some of the flies had got stuck after gorging themselves.   Damp strands of wet, flattened hair clung lankly to her face and neck.  Although her eyes were covered by a mask, Andy could see where her mascara and eye shadow had run down her cheeks alongside more of the brown.

Andy didn’t know where to begin.   There were times a few months ago when Jane had been so insistent on certain aspects of his training that he’d wanted to get his own back on her.   She was always the dominant one.   When he’d tried to protest, she’d photographed him in embarrassing situations and threatened to send them to his friends.   He wanted to have some control over what happened to him.  It was nice being with Aunt Jane and being feminised, but she kept taking it further.  He dreaded that one day she’d put him in a cockcage again and keep the key.  The night at Rebecca’s party had been bad enough, especially with all those gorgeous ladies not to mention Mr.V, but he could see she might want to keep him locked for longer.   He so wanted to have the chance to use his manhood but she never let him.  Andy paused.  He’d never expected an opportunity like this.  He was somewhat amused to leave her drooping in the middle of the kitchen at least for a short while.    He went back to the hall to get his mobile from his little clutch bag.   He was surprised to see that there was a missed call from Jane at 21:00.   He looked at his text messages.   There was something in his Sent box that he didn’t recognise: “You’ll see me soon.  Go back to our seats.”   He’d never sent that.  They must have taken his phone from his bag.

Andy went back to the kitchen and took some photographs.  There was another hiss and spurts of urine sprayed from Jane’s crotch followed me a dribble of brown excrement from her rear.  It was mainly liquid and ran down her leg to join the soft brown pool at her feet.  He caught that on video.    He uploaded the gallery to Dropbox as well as eMailing the pictures to one of his private accounts.   They might come in useful one day if Auntie got too high handed though, given her current state, that didn’t seem likely. 

Andy put his phone on the kitchen table and noticed a Post-It note and what looked like a rubber bung.  The Post-It read: “For secure transportation.”  Andy picked up the bung and looked at it quizzically.  He put it down.  He didn’t have time to ponder the meaning of the note: he had work to do.

He found a can in one of the cupboards.  “Hold your breath, Auntie,” he instructed.   A fine mist of fly spray hissed from the can.   Flies started to drop to the floor.  Others stayed stuck to Jane’s body as they expired.  Jane hadn’t been tarred and feathered, rather she’d been treacled and  flied.

In order to prevent the mess spreading, he fetched a mop, bucket and disinfectant from the Utility room and after putting on some rubber gloves proceeded to clean the floor round Jane.  At least she seemed to have stopped pissing and shitting for a while.

He found a roll of large black dustbin bags in one of the kitchen drawers.   He unfurled the roll the kitchen floor and into the hall.   Then he went back to his Aunt and finally removed the mask covering her eyes.   She blinked and screwed up her eyes against the glare of the bright kitchen lights. “It’s OK, Auntie.  I’m here,” he said.   Andy could see her relief when her eyes focused on him.  He disconnected the bottle from her gag and removed it from her belt.   A dribble of piss-like fluid leaked from her gag. He couldn’t remove the gag: the buckle had been drawn tight and secured with a padlock.

Jane’s head went back and she started to shake and convulse again.   Andy flipped a switch on the controller on her belt.  Jane trembled for a few moments then settled.  Next, while holding one of her arms to steady her, he removed the shackles of the chains attached to the back of her collar and holding her underarm harness.   He stopped her from falling as she slumped forward.  She was clutching her arms as blood surged back into them and the pins and needles became agonising. 

“Take off your heels, Auntie.”  Jane nodded.   Now that she wasn’t suspended she didn’t need the height provided by her shoes.   Jane couldn’t bend down without topping forward. Andy helped Jane kick off her Louboutins.   He had to stop her lurching as her calves cramped after hours stood stationary in 5” heels.  He removed the hobble chain that still connected her ankles, then guided her along the ribbon of black to the downstairs wet room.   He sat her on the toilet while he turned on the shower and checked the temperature.   Then he moved her across to sit on the bench under the drench shower and side jets.   He didn’t worry since the water just bounced off his latex dress.  Brown water ran towards the floor drain.  Jane gestured with her head what she wanted him to do next.   He got her to stand and unhitched her crotch strap.  He caught the plug as it slipped out of her pussy and removed the controller clipped to her belt.  Bending down he realised why Jane had been shitting herself so badly: she was wearing a butt plug that was making her arsehole gape open.  He now realised what the bung in the kitchen was for.    He pulled on the plug but it wouldn’t budge.  He turned off the shower and got some Vaseline from the First Aid box in the vanity unit.   Carefully he pushed liberal dollops of grease up inside the aperture of the plug as well as smearing it round the lip of the plug.  Gently he eased the plug out.  He was surprised to see that Jane’s arsehole did not contract but remained dilated with a gape of nearly an inch.  Poor Auntie.  That big cock of Leroy’s must have sodomised her for hours.  And they’d deliberately left her gaping so she would remember his cock for a long time.

More poo started to leak from Jane’s rear.  He put the shower back on to flush away the faecal material.   He diverted the water to the hand-held showerhead and pointed it upwards between her legs.  His Aunt squirmed as jets of water entered her anus and brown liquid flowed out. It wasn’t enough.  He needed to get her clean.  Andy turned off the water and took a large stainless steel dildo from the cupboard in the wet room.  He held it up in front of Jane’s face and she nodded.   “We need to get you clean, Auntie, don't’ we?”  The penis protruding from her mouth wagged up and down again.  “You always say you want me to be a clean boy.”

Andy washed the stainless rod in the sink and rubbed it thoroughly with alcohol.  It had probably only been inside him but it was better to be safe than sorry.  Jane preferred that he didn’t leave any unwanted little gifts after her ministrations.  It also meant that there was never any problem sliding in first time.  He removed the showerhead and replaced it with the enema nozzle. He slathered her anus with more Vaseline then set the flow to a low trickle and made sure the temperature  was lukewarm.  The probe slipped smoothly into her gaping maw.  Andy was tempted to think how easily a cock would slide into that well opened hole but a sharp pain down below quickly arrested his little fantasy: Mr V had done an excellent job re-tethering him.

Brown water dribbled out of Jane’s rear.  Only when Andy pushed the nozzle in to its hilt did the leakage stop.  Andy started to count out loud.  “One, two, three ..”   Ten was normally enough for a quick flush when they were short of time.   “Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… “   Thirty would make sure that the lower bowl was loose and clear but normally took several flushings.  “Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two …”  Andy had only ever gone up to sixty himself when he’d wanted a deep cleanse.  He smiled fondly at the memory of Auntie’s latex opera gloved hand and the tunes her fingers had played inside.  “Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two ..”  He could see Jane’s breath starting to take short panting breaths.  “A little more Auntie.  Seventy-eight, seventy-nine …”   Jane was starting to waggle her penis from side to side but Andy continued.   “Eighty-nine, ninety.  That’s it.”   Jane looked at him with relief.   “Now let’s hold it for a while.”  Andy kept the dildo clamped firmly in her rear.  Jane’s look changed to a glare.   He was glad he hadn’t been able to unlock her gag. “Come on Auntie.   We’ve got to stop this mess.  Otherwise I’ll have to put your tunnel plug back in.”   Jane bucked and shied like a startled filly.  “See.  I know you don’t want that.   Jane calmed and Andy waited another couple of minutes.  “OK.  Let it out.”   He pulled out the nozzle and a solid jet of warm water erupted from Jane’s rear.   It splashed against the wall together with the tell-tale pollution of little faecal particles.  It slowly halted, albeit with a trail of little spurts.  Twice Andy repeated the procedure although only with thirty second fills. Only on the third did the water run clear.   He pointed at the clear water and Jane nodded.  To her surprise and his pleasure, he put the nozzle back for a fourth fill.   He realised it was the first time he’d ever felt in control with his Aunt.  

When Jane finally stopped squirting from the rear, another stream of piss came from her front.  It too ran clear.  She’d obviously kept drinking her fluids.  Andy removed the upper harness and the cuffs from her hands.  He checked the inside of her right wrist.  There was the little tattoo of a high heel that he’d seen yesterday evening.   Why did getting a tattoo depend on him if she already had one?  He found her steel collar, like his own was locked shut.  That would have to stay on for a while.   He sat Jane down on the bench in the wet room leaving the jets playing on her body. 

Andy went back to the kitchen.  Surely they would have left keys for the collar and her gag?  He looked across the counters and tables in the kitchen.  There was the bung for her plug.  There was the Post-It note.   But nothing else.   Andy searched around again.  He lifted the Post-It note.  Underneath it was a little key stamped with ‘Wolf’.   He tried it in the padlock on his neck collar: it didn’t fit.   

Andy went back to the wet room.  He tried her collar with the key.   It didn’t fit hers either.   But it fitted smoothly on the padlock through the gag buckle.   He undid the hasp and finally removed the penis that had filled her mouth for last twelve hours or more. He savoured the moment of seeing it slide out from between her lips.   “Oh, Andy, I’m so sorry,” she blurted as soon as it came out.   “I never wanted that to happen to you.  Please forgive me.”   He hugged his Auntie and turned on the shower.  Jane’s arms wrapped around her adorable latex sissy and together they cuddled under the warm water, until Jane stopped trembling and she felt clean.

end of Part 30

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

Part 9 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.

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 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

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 2 Mr V 19:35 Saturday evening

Part 2 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 .

Part 2       - Mr V       19:35 Saturday evening

It already felt like it was going to be another long evening.   He settled in the recliner armchair and touched the light control on his iPhone.  The room dimmed and the soft amber reading light illuminated his book.  It had been another week with no phone call.   He’d had so many phone calls but not that phone call.  Not that one call.  The one he really wanted.    He wondered how long he could wait.   Rebecca kept on trying to persuade him to come out but he didn’t want to mix business with pleasure.   He knew where that had led the last time.   And Bex did keep trying to foist that daughter of hers on to him.  Freddie might be pretty but she was a total airhead.   She was bubbly and enthusiastic, in some areas especially so, but she had no conversation of interest.  She was so unlike what he was looking for.

He sniffed his Isle of Jura.  The peaty aroma filled his nostrils.  Perfect.  He sipped it, settled back and opened his book.   He was struggling with some of the concepts but he was fascinated by the sheer weirdness of what he was reading.   How was quantum entanglement possible?  It was Beyond Weird. He wished he could discuss the ideas with someone.   He went back to musing about that special person.  Why hadn’t they called?

He sipped the Jura and tried to immerse himself in the properties of spin.   The heaviness of the subject made him drowsy and he drifted off, dreaming of a love lost.   He awoke with a start at the vibration of his iPhone, its screen shining in the gathering darkness.  Instinctively he put it to his ear without bothering to read the number.  “Verity,” he almost barked.

“So formal, Harry?”   It was a familiar slightly husky, female voice.

“Hi Bex, I thought you were out at a function tonight?”

“I am, and it’s just starting.   But I thought you might like to know that there’s someone here that you might like to meet.”

“For heaven’s sake Bex, can’t I have one night off?  It’s the weekend.  I know you and your agency are trying hard but there are times to give it a rest.”

“This isn’t business, Harry.   Now, say sorry,” the voice chided.

He was unused to being talked to like that but Rebecca was one of the few who could stand up to him.  The fact that she did it tongue in cheek also made it more acceptable.  “OK.  Sorry.”

“This is someone you really must see.”

“Now look, I know Freddie is a nice girl but I’m really not interested.  She’s pretty …”

“I know, she’s not your type.  You’ve made that clear.  No, this is different.”

“Who then?”

“Someone you’ve met before.  Only once I think?  A redhead.” the voice teased.

“I don’t know any redheads.”

“You do now.”

“Come on Bex, who?”

“Someone who shouldn’t be here tonight.”

“Well that doesn’t help much.

“Someone you seem to be moping over like a lovelorn schoolboy.”

“No!”  He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yes!  They’re here.”

“Really.   Who’s he with?  Sorry who’s she with?  What’s she wearing?”

“A long red latex dress with a split to thigh.  I can’t tell if she’s wearing panties but there’s no bulge, but no visible panty line either.   I expect Jane must have her tucked and tethered.   And it looks like she’s wearing red Louboutins.   She looks wonderful.”

“Gosh!”

“And she’s got a sweet little red clutch bag.   It’s so tiny it can only hold a lipstick and a compact and her phone, I expect.  Oh, and maybe her condoms.”

“Really Bex, it’s not all about sex.”

“Oh, Harry.  Sometimes you’re so innocent.   This girl just exudes sexiness.  She would tempt any red-blooded male.   And she’s a redhead now.  Wonderful flaming locks.  If it were between Demelza and Andy, Andy would win hands down.”

“I know she’s pretty but that’s not why I’m interested.”

“I know, I know, Harry,” the voice riposted.  “Blah-de-blah.   She’s got a brain.   I know she has Harry. “

“She’s clever and intelligent.”

“Yes, I know Harry.  But you can’t fuck a brain.”

“Who said I wanted to fuck her?”

“Let’s just say, a girl can tell.”

“Has she got an escort for the evening?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you telling me all this? 

“Faint heart ne’er won fair lady, Harry.  Yes, she has an escort.  Her Mistress.”

“Oh!  I didn’t realise she was a lesbian.”

“Don’t be silly.  Of course she is. She’s rather confused. You know how eagerly she gave me a licking?   But she’s so much more. You know how well she sucked you.  I’m sure her Mistress wants her to learn to like men.” 

“Learn?”

“Yes, Harry. Learn.”

“But she seemed quite happy with me.”

“She was nervous as hell, Harry.   Couldn’t you feel her shaking?   I expect you’re probably the first man she’d ever been with.”

“But she was wearing a butt plug.  And a cock cage.”

“Well the cock cage was to stop any embarrassing silliness.  And I expect the butt plug is all part of her training.”

“Training?”

“Yes, training.  Haven’t you worked that out yet?"

“But I thought she wanted to be a pretty girl.”

“Well in her heart she probably does.  But her head probably tells her something different.  And that silly thing between her legs probably just confuses things.  Some girls need a little help along the way.”

“You don’t mean surgery?”

“No.  Though sometimes it can happen  … if the girl wants it to help feel, how shall we say, complete.” 

“I’d have thought the opposite of complete.”

“Really Harry.  What a silly thing to say!   How like a man.   Complete as a girl.”

“Sorry.  Of course.  Yes, that was stupid.”

“Ok.  You’re forgiven.  Anyway as you’ve already found, a little appendage can  be perfectly charming on a girl.   Some even continue to use it in the normal way, although others find their preferences change.”

“You mean if they take hormones.”

“Well some do go down that route but many don’t.   They can enjoy the best of both worlds.”  

“Really.   They’re hardly going to pull the girls.”

“Really Harry, you’re so naïve.  A feminised young man makes the perfect companion.    Happy to do all the things that men can’t or won’t do.  They love shopping, make-up, socialising and chatting   Great feminine company.  And, at the end of day, they can be active or passive as their Mistress’s mood requires.  The best of all worlds.”

“Yes, I see: the best of all worlds.”

“That’s why they’re so highly prized.  Ladies adore them and many men understand their virtues.  After all, a pretty boy never gets that time of the month problem.”

“I suppose not.  But why would a boy want to become a girl like that.”

“Don’t you see they get the best of both worlds too. In fact they get the very best.  They never have all the pressure and tension of the chase.   They’re sought after and treasured.”    

“It still doesn’t seem right.  What if they don’t want to be feminised?”

“Many boys have a feminine side.  Some just need a little ‘Encouragement’.”

 

“Encouragement?  What if they don’t want encouragement?”

“But they do.”

“You mean they resist.”

“Sometimes they just need that little push to get them started.  We would call it ‘Training’.”

“We?”

“Yes, ‘We’.  The Sisterhood.”

“The Sisterhood?”

“Harry, have you become a parrot?  Stop repeating everything I say.  I’m a member of The Sisterhood.   It’s an organisation of dominant females.   We like to help girls and boys find their true path in life. “

“Is that legal?”

“Yes, of course.   They’re all well above the age of consent.  In fact we often wait until they’re in their early twenties just to ensure they’re clear.”

“But why do they need training?”

“Let’s just say some are a little unsure of themselves.  Sometimes they need a little help.  Your young friend has been receiving some guidance from one of our newer members.”

“His Mistress, you mean?”

“Well I think your young man looks on her as being more of an Auntie, but his Mistress, if you like.”

“He’s not my young man.  I mean she’s not.  I mean …   now I’m confused.”

“Oh, really.”

“You’re not trying to turn me, are you?” he asked with genuine concern.

“No, of course not.  You’re clearly an alpha male.”

“Are you sure?    You’re making me think I’m gay,” he protested. 

“No, you’re not.  Or, at least, I know you think you’re not.  But we all are to some degree.  You look at her and you just see a very bright, attractive girl.”

He felt reassured.    “Yes.  A pretty girl.  A very pretty girl,” he repeated calming himself.

“And that’s what the Sisterhood’s helping her become.  Andy still likes girls but she’s learning to live like a girl and love the things that girls love.  She already likes dressing up and being made-up.   And she’s finding that she likes other things too.”

“So can I see him?  I mean her.  And will her Mistress let me?”  

““You’ve become eager all of a sudden.”

“Can I come to the function?  I know it’s a bit late, but I could get there.”

“No way, Harry.  Sorry.  It’s a closed function.  It’s a special GALA.  In fact the girl shouldn’t even be here.”

“Then why are you telling me all this?”

“Let’s just say you could get an opportunity.   It’s a charity event and you might want to have your chequebook ready, or at least your debit card.   I’ll leave it at that for the time being.   Must go now.  I’ve been on this call too long.   Stay near your phone.  Bye!”

“Goodnight Bex,” he said but she’d already hung up.  He put down the mobile totally intrigued but excited too.  It was going to be hard concentrating on quantum physics when all he could think about was a maid at a party who’d metamorphosed into a flame haired, elegant beauty in red latex.

end of Part 2