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 32 - Andy 14:00 Sunday afternoon

Part 32 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  32  - Andy 14:00 Sunday afternoon

Andy slid his key into the lock and tried to open the door quietly.  He hoped to be able to make it to his bedroom without anyone noticing.

“Darling, is that you?” his mother called.

“Yes, mum.”

“Do you want something to eat?  We’re just finishing lunch.”

“No, mum.”  Andy was starving.  Apart from a piece of toast he’d grabbed at Aunt Jane’s he hadn’t eaten anything since the reception last night.  He’d planned to try and get something later.

“Well come through anyway.  I haven’t seen you since yesterday afternoon.”  Andy went into the dining room.  His father, mother, brother and his brother’s girlfriend were all seated.   There was a space for him.   He gave his mother a peck on the check.  “Hi Dad.   Hi bro.” 

“Sit down.  Are you sure you wouldn’t like anything?”

“Well maybe a little.” 

“You can serve yourself.  It’s only a vegetable casserole.”

Andy started to help himself.  He was conscious that all eyes were on him, particularly his brother’s girlfriend.

“I love your hair darling,” said his mum.  “It suits you.   I thought it was you in the salon yesterday with Jane.”

“And I like how you’ve done your eyes.  Eyeliner looks so good on you,” said his brother’s girlfriend.  “You must show me how you do them.   Love your choker too.”

Andy cringed.  He knew he couldn’t do anything about the slave collar or his hair but he’d totally forgotten about his make-up.  He’d touched it up at Mr.V’s and before getting into  bed with Jane but it hadn’t occurred when he was leaving his Aunt’s house.   As he picked up his cutlery, he stared down at his hands.  Bright crimson nails.  He looked up, smiled sheepishly at the family members round the table, and gave a shrug.

“Don’t worry Andy.  You look great,” said his brother.  “If a little tired.”

“That reminds me, Andy,” said his mother,  “William called this morning.  He wanted to know whether you'd like to go the cinema.   He said that there’s a new Keira Knightley film out and wondered if you wanted to go.   He was wondering about Monday evening.  I said you’d call back.”

“Oh!  But I was hoping to go round to Aunt Jane’s tomorrow evening to see how she was.” 

“Isn’t Jane well?  I can go round this afternoon.”

“No, I wouldn’t do that,” spluttered Andy still trying to chew his first mouthful. “She’s just very tired after a long night.  We didn’t get back till late.”

“OK, if you’re sure,” said his mother.

Andy was still chewing his first mouthful when his phone bleeped.  He pulled it out of his pocket.

“Do you have to?” said his father.

“Sorry, dad.  It’s just a text.  Can I just read it and then I’ll put it away.”  Andy unlocked the phone and looked at the screen.  It was text from a number he didn’t recognise.  “Thank you for giving me your number.   You are gorgeous.  Thank you for a lovely evening.  Loved talking to you.  I would really like to see you again soon.  How about Monday?   H xxx”.    A WhatsApp came in while he was reading Mr.V’s message.  “Hi Andy.  Sorry about my bad manners yesterday.  I thought you looked gorgeous.  I told India. We’d like to go out with you tomorrow evening.  Please wear your make-up.  Nic x”.  

Andy put his phone back in his pocket.  He put his head in heads.  How could he be in four different places at one time?   “Help Professor Heisenberg,” he muttered under his breath.   “Please, help.”

end of Part 32

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 31 – Jane and Andy 11:40 Sunday morning

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Part  31  – Jane and Andy  11:40 Sunday morning  

Jane was clean, powdered and perfumed, although even with a blow dry, there was little Andy had been able to do with her hair.  She still wore her steel collar. She curled up in her Superking bed.   The bed was warm but she shivered and shook.   The shock of what had happened was now hitting her.  

“Hold me, honey.”  Jane’s words were rather slurred.  She sounded tipsy and she hadn’t been very stable on her feet although Andy had at first put that down to her being in suspension bondage for several hours.

“Yes, Auntie.”   Andy snuggled up behind her and pressed his smooth chest against her back. He had showered and fixed his make-up as soon he’d got Jane settled.   He was powdered too and had doused himself in Coco Mademoiselle before getting into bed beside her. Like his Auntie, he still wore a shiny steel collar around his neck since he had not been able to find the keys.  Andy’s arms circled her waist and cupped the underside of her breasts.  Jane felt secure and safe for the first time in many hours. 

“You schmell nice, Amanda” Jane mumbled. She was home with her beautiful boy.  Jane relaxed in his warmth and farted.

“Shorry, honey.   It comesh from wearing that tunnel plug for so long. I know you cleaned me but I must be full of air down there.”

“Don’t worry, Auntie.”

“Do you have the shame problem, Amanda?”  Jane reached a hand round and felt Andy’s bottom.  Her middle finger touched something hard.  “You’re still plugged, darling!   You’re such a good girl.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“You don’t need to be.  You’re home now.  You can take ‘William’ out.”

“Really?  I’ve got quite used to it.   I had been hoping you would take it out for me.” 

“Shorry, darling.”   Her hand moved to his front and tried to cup his balls.  “Shtill tethered!”

“Yes.”

“You don’t need to be.” 

“Thank you, Auntie.   Let me go to the bathroom.”   A couple of minutes later there was a rustle at the bedside table and Andy was back.   He cuddled her again.

“So it was Mr.V?”

“Yes, Auntie.”  

“Wasz he nice?” asked Jane wondering how he would know about the auction.

“Yes, Auntie.”  Andy stroked the cleft between Jane’s breasts.

“Did you like him?

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Wasz he kind?

“Yes, Auntie?”

“Wasz he gentle?”

“Yes, Auntie.”   One of Andy’s hands stroked Jane’s neck while the other fondled her breasts.   “He was lovely.”

“Doesh he have a nice cock?”

“Really, Auntie!” squeaked Andy indignantly.

“Well doesh he?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Wasz it nice to get reacquainted with it after your last eshcapade?”

“Well ….”   Andy thought that this was a bit rich given that he’d only met Harry because she had lent him as a maid to Rebecca. 

“Did he…?”

“Did he what, Auntie?”

“Did he fuck you, dear?”

“No, Auntie.”   A note of sadness seemed to sound in Andy’s voice.   “No, no he didn’t.”  

Jane recoiled in surprise.    “But, I thought…… “    Jane felt Andy squeeze her tightly. 

“No, Auntie.”

“But I ashshumed ….”

“No, Auntie.”

“But didn’t he want to?”

“Yes, I know he did.   But he didn’t.”

“What!  I don’t undershtand.  ”

“He said it seemed wrong.”

“Did you want him to?”

There was a pause before Andy replied.   “Maybe.”   Another pause.   “No.  Yes.  Yes, I did.”

“Maybe, No, Yesh.  What kind of answer is that?”

“I’m so confused, Auntie.   Yes, I think I did.   Last night was so strange.   I kept thinking I was going to get fucked.  And then they were fucking you ……”

“No they didn’t.” 

“But I heard you being fucked, Auntie.”

“It wasn’t me.  They plugged and vibrated me later but never fucked me.   And I got pissed and shat on as you saw.”

“Really?”

“But what about you?   I’m sure you’d have been ready for him after taking that big cock?”

“I didn’t!” exclaimed Andy.

“What?”

“No, Auntie.  I never did.    I heard you being fucked.”

“It wasn’t me.”

“So who was it, Auntie?”

“I don’t know.  But it wasn’t me.  So what did happen with Mr.V?”

“We chatted.  He made me a hot chocolate.  He sucked my cock.”

“He did what?”

“He sucked my cock.”

“Really?  Oooh!” Jane felt quite excited at the thought of her pretty girl being fellated.  

“We chatted some more.  And we had a bit of a cuddle.”

“And that was all?”

“Pretty much.  I said I felt tired and he offered to put me to bed.”

“Oh yes …”

“No, not like that.  It was strange, I almost wanted it to happen.  I think we both did.  But he said it would be wrong.  He didn’t want to feel like he’d bought me.”

“But he had.”

“I guess. In a way.  But I knew what he meant: it didn’t seem right somehow.   And anyway, I love you.”

“Thank you darling.”   Jane felt something moist fall on her back and then a slight sob.  “Don’t cry, darling,” although there was a tear in her own eye at his kind and loving words.  “And don’t worry.  It will happen sometime.”

“I know. And he is very nice.  But I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t honey.   I’ll always be here.”

“Thank you, Auntie.  

“You’re so sweet.  Come here.”   Jane turned round and kissed Andy on the lips, then curled up again with her back to him.

“I’ll still wear a butt plug for you.  Whenever you want me I’ll be plugged and willing.”  

“Oh, you silly goose.   You don’t need to do that although it would be nice.   Are you sure it isn’t so you’re also ready for Mr.V?”

“I don’t know.   I would like him to.  It would seem natural.   He is lovely.    Would it really be all right with you?  I don’t want to hurt you.”

 “It wouldn’t hurt me at all, darling.    In fact I think it would be good for you.   If he’s nice and you like him that’s fine.  It certainly doesn’t sound like he just wants casual sex.”

“No.  He is nice.   Oh, you should see him Auntie, he is very handsome.   And he’s clever.  Very clever.”

“Yes, I know Amanda.   Remember, I have met him at the office.   He is one of our clients.”

 “Oh, yes.   Will that cause you a problem?”

“No I don’t think so.”

“Although you do need to think about where this leaves you with William.”

“Yes, William,” Andy mused.  “I took it out when I was with Mr.V.”

“Not that ‘William', silly.   I meant the William.”

“Yes.   I still like William lots.  William’s very special to me.   But Mr.V’s different.  He’s sophisticated.”

“And lots of girls your age have older lovers.”  

“He’s not that old.  Just a bit older.”

“Yes, dear.   Do you mean younger than me?”

“No, Auntie.  Well, yes Auntie.   I mean …” Andy stumbled.

“It’s OK honey.   I’d just thought William might have been your first.   Older lovers tend to be more considerate though.  Strapons are nice but I think you'll find cock is nicer.”

"Maybe, Auntie," said Andy dreamily thinking about Mr.V.  "But I've always been very satisfied."   He  snuggled closer to Jane and stroked her nipples.  Jane could feel something stirring and pressing between her thighs.   “We never did get our dance at the Gala, Auntie.”

“I know, darling.   You looked so pretty last night and I'd been so looking forward to taking out William and giving you a night to remember.   But I think I’m too tired.   Shorry if you missed out last night. ”

“Don’t worry Auntie.   Every evening is a night to remember with you,”  he said giving his Aunt a hug.

“That’s so sweet, honey.  Do you really remember every time?”

“I think so.”

“You know I said about how older lovers can be more considerate.”

“And you always were Auntie.  Right from that first night when I learned that I need never touch my cock again …..”

“Yes, darling.   But younger ones can be too.   Girls have needs, if you’d still like a little dance.   “It’s strange, I feel tired.  Too tired to make love to you but alert and bit wired.   Have you ever thought you might lead?”

“But I’ve never…” 

“Well there’s always a first time.” 

“Are you sure, Auntie?”

“Yes, darling.  And I do feel very empty after that tunnel plug.”

“There, Auntie?  “But that would mean …”

“Yes, honey.  You may.”

“But there, Auntie?”   

“Yes.  Your tongue does a perfectly good job in the other area and I’d never be able to look your mother in the eye again”   Andy kissed the back her neck.  Jane could feel him stiffening.   He nibbled her ear.

“Is your harness in the usual drawer?”

“Darling, I’m not expecting you to wear my strapon.  That’s just for you and my girlfriends.  You’re perfectly equipped, honey.  I want you to be Andy not Amanda, at least for a while.     The condoms are in the bedside drawer.   And don’t worry about foreplay darling, after last night, I’m ready.”

Andy moved away and flipped on the bedside light for a few moments. He had never felt prouder but anxiety started to fill him.    He was soon back cuddling her but although his cock pressed against her buttock cheeks it remained in its semi-erect state.  “Sorry Auntie, I’m not sure I can get hard enough.”

“Don’t worry honey.   Let me help.”   Jane reached behind and touched Andy’s cock.

“No, Auntie.   You’ve said I shouldn’t and I don’t want to go back to that.” 

“You’re right dear.    Did Mr.V make you cum?”

“Yes, Auntie”

“Oh well done, darling.   That must have been nice.  My pretty girl has been fellated.”

“Yes, Auntie. Twice.   He came too.”

“Did he, now?   So you left him with lipstick on his cock.”

“Yes, Auntie. ”

“Good girl.   I think I know what you need, honey.”

“What’s that Auntie?”

“A little something to help you.   Maybe you shouldn’t have taken William out.”

“Do you want me to put William back?”

“Well you could.   But I was thinking more about your harness and maybe your Hush.” 

“The harness too?”

“Of course.  You don’t want Hush slipping out.  After wearing William for so long, it may not stay put.  And the cock ring of the harness will help too.   It’s in my ‘special drawer’.”

“But this should be about you.”

“Don’t worry.   I’ve helped you get to this.  Having men attracted to you is the greatest compliment to my skills.   It might have been humiliating but you saw the reaction at the auction yesterday.  You are beautiful and a very sexy girl.

“Thank you Auntie.  I do love being Amanda.”  

“But just for a few moments, be a boy for me.”   Jane felt Andy pull away, get out of the bed and pad across the room to the set of drawers where she kept her toys.  

“Do you need the light on?”

“No it’s OK.  Found it.”  There was a slight gasp.  “All in place”

“That didn’t take long,” she said as Andy nestled beside her again.   “All that fuss yesterday afternoon.”

“But Auntie, I’ve been wearing William for hours.”

“It’s a shame for Mr.V.   He’d have slipped in so nicely.   Now I just need something else.”

Andy came round to her side of the bed.  “Don‘t worry, I’ve got my mobile for you.”  Andy unlocked his phone.

“Thank you, honey.”  Before Andy could open the Lovense app, Jane took the phone from him.   Oh dear!  What are these?”  Jane scrolled through photos in the gallery.  “Did you take these?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Is that really how I looked?  I suppose you wanted to show me how they’d left me?”

Andy hesitated.   “Er, yes, Auntie,” he stumbled.  

“Well let’s get rid of the nasty things.”   She selected and deleted.   “There.  All gone. Now let me get the App going.   Let’s see what Hush can help you do.   Really!  Sucked off twice: you are a naughty girl!   Give me a cuddle again.”   

Andy curled against her back and felt a wave of relief.   He gave a little inward smile remembering that he’d already uploaded the gallery to Dropbox.  “Ooooh!” and a deeper wave of pleasure took him as his Hush connected and started to pulse.

“That’s a good girl.  You may still be a sissy virgin, but Auntie knows what you like.  There will come a day when you find you prefer cock to plugs and strapons but thankfully not yet.” 

Jane lengthened the frequency but increased the intensity of the Hush’s throbbings.  As her beautiful protégée went back to stroking her back she soon felt stirrings.   “That’s right honey.”  Andy started to frot against her bottom.    “Think of Mr.V’s cock in your mouth.   Did you take a little drink at the end.”

“Yes, Auntie. “

“Was his cum nice?”

“A bit salty.  I gagged a little when the first drops hit the back of my throat.  But yes.  Yes, it was nice.   I drank it all.”

“Good girl.”

“He kissed me after.  He said ‘Thank you’.”

“See.   Now think of William inside you. Or maybe you’d prefer Mr.V.  He’d probably make a stronger lover than William.  I sometimes wonder whether I need to feminise that boy too.  You’d make such a pretty couple.”

“No, Auntie.  Please don’t.”

“As you will.  But unless, he makes a move soon, I will induct him.  I do so want a third tattoo.   You and William would look so sweet together, but a girl like you needs a proper man.   A man like Mr.V could surely look after you both.”

“No, Mr.V isn’t like that.  Nor is William.”   Andy started to wonder what William would look like if he had his hair tidied and wore a bit of make-up.  He would look pretty.   Andy’s cock hardened.   

“Honey, don’t be silly.  Amanda is lovely.  You could make a boyfriend or girlfriend very happy.”

“Oh Auntie!  I’ve never thought of William in that way.”   And he hadn’t.  He always thought of himself surrendering himself to William.  In whatever scenario he dreamed about, it was always William who would take the lead. But a pretty, feminised William might be different.  After all, he would be the more experienced sissy.  Andy’s cock stood up as he thought for the first time ever about the possibility of him being the top, mounting William and making love to him.   Andy stopped.   A thought had struck him.  His Aunt already had a tattoo.  “Auntie, if you haven’t yet got a tattoo for me, who is the one you’ve got for?”

“Oh, just someone from a few years back.  I wasn’t a member of the Sisterhood then but they said it still counted.”

“But who is it?”

Jane turned down the Hush “That’sh a little shecret.”  

“A sissy like me?”

“Rather older.  And I wouldn’t call her a shissy.  Someone who’s very happy.”

“Oh.”

“You shometimes shee them.”

“Do you mean they’re a girl?”

“Well, a woman.  Yesh.   They’re now a woman.”

“But I don’t want to be a girl.  Well, I do but you know what I mean.”

“Honey, there’s no problem.  Thish girl just wanted to stay as a girl.   Just because you look like a girl and enjoy being a girl doeshn’t mean you can’t have the best of both worlds. You can be Amanda and Andy. It’s your decshision.” 

“Thank you Auntie.”  Andy was distracted.  He was trying to think who the woman might be.  Had the sissy gone all the way?  His cock started to go limp at the thought.  

Jane felt Andy’s penis soft in the cleft of her buttocks. “Try and stay focusshed, darling.”  A jolt brought Andy back.   The vibrating butt plug started to purr in his bottom again: Jane had turned his Hush back up.   “Shince he seemed to get you excited, think of Mr.V being nice and hard for you again.”  Andy started to harden.  “Think of him pushing and tickling your bottom with the tip of his cock. Think of him presshing against you.”    Jane turned the Hush to a pulse setting.  “And you nice and hard for me.”   As the Hush surged and subsided, surged and subsided, Andy’s penis straightened and became hard.   “His cock head’s in.  You can feel his shaft sliding in your bumhole.  And now he’s in deep.  Think of his body banging against your bottom.” 

“Oh, Auntie!”  Andy arched backwards as if in ecstasy.  How could his Aunt know what he wanted so badly?  He wanted Mr.V inside him.   His cock pressed forward ready to invade His Aunt, his glans nestling against the sides of her gaping ring.  He could fuck his beloved Mistress like he longed to be sodomised by his handsome lover.  

“I’m ready, honey.   Now go as deep as you can.  Then stay still inside me.  I want to feel the warmth of your balls against me.  I want to hear all about Mr.V.”   Andy was rigid with anticipation and arousal.  Andy pulled his hips back and his cock slipped away from its rest in her cavernous opening.  He was ready to penetrate and thrust.    “That’s good.  Now shhlide …. “  Jane sounded drowsy.   “Shlide …… shli….. shli……. shl…. sh……..” Jane’s voice tailed away.  Andy felt her go limp in his arms.  

“Are you all right, Auntie?   Auntie?”

Jane was quiet. She was breathing deeply and slowly.  Sleep had over taken her.   Her tiredness and the alcohol had finally overcome the Red Bull that had been coursing through her.  Andy let out a quiet curse.   So close.   He pulled away.  He got out and walked round the bed.  As the Hush surged in his bottom, his erection preceded him.  He prised his mobile phone from Jane’s grasp. 

He turned off the Hush but kept the harness on.  The Hush felt light after William and it was nice to have something inside him.  He’d missed his chance with Mr.V and there was no way that Auntie would be doing her duty later.  She was out cold and likely to sleep for hours.  His erection subsided with his disappointment.  If she woke, she could always use the App on her phone to give him a buzz.

end of Part 31

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 24 - Rebecca 21:55 Saturday evening

Part 24 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 24 - Rebecca 21:55 Saturday evening

“It’s now or never, Harry,” Rebecca barked into her phone.   “How high would you be prepared to go?”

Rebecca waited.

“Well three thousand three hundred is the record bid so far. That was last year.  Would you go that high?”

Another pause.

           

“Really?   Four thousand!   Are you serious?” 

Rebecca was shocked.

“OK, Harry.   What if it went above four thousand?” she queried.

“Can I just check that?   You’d give me discretion up to five thousand.”

Rebecca waited for confirmation.

“That’s fine.  If you’re sure.   I can go up to five thousand.  I repeat five thousand but no higher.   Well it’s unlikely ever to get to that.   As I said, three thousand three hundred is the record.  She may go for a lot less.   Can you let me have your debit card details, please?”

 end of Part 24

 

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 23 - Andy 00:50 Sunday morning

Part 23 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 23     - Andy      00:50 Sunday  morning

The telephone beside Mr.V rang.

"Just a moment, Andy.   Do you mind if I take this?  It may be New York."

Andy’s eyes widened.   He gave a little nod to continue: "Naturally."

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

Andy had decided that he liked Mr.V.  He was charming and polite. And although he didn't want to admit, Andy thought he was handsome too. 

"How's what going?"

Mr.V might be dressed a bit boring in loafers, beige chinos and a crisp tailored blue shirt - classic dull business casual in Andy's eyes - but with a nice face and his five o'clock shadow becoming more of a rugged stubble, he was almost quite sexy.  Then Andy remembered those stubby cheeks.  He’d brushed against them as well as a long, sinuous tongue.  Andy had a little frisson of pleasure.  Forget ‘almost', definitely sexy.

"Very nicely, thank you."

Andy could only catch part of the conversation.

"Really!"

Mr.V seemed quite exasperated.

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

It sounded to Andy like quite a tense discussion.

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

Andy wished he could help Mr.V but didn't know what to do.

"That's not right."

Harry was clearly holding his ground in the negotiation

"Oh, I thought you meant ..... "

It seemed there had been a misunderstanding and things might not be as bad.

"Oh.   Do you have to? "

Mr.V seemed surprised.

"What do you mean: 'Thank you '? "

There was further apparent confusion.

"Oh. ...........What?"

Mr.V looked worried.

"Oh, no!"

Something was clearly not right.

"You wouldn't."

Mr.V looked anxious.  He again looked at Andy with concern in his eyes.  Andy got up from the sofa.  He didn't know what to do.  He went and knelt beside Mr.V's armchair.

"Please, don't."

While Mr.V's left hand held the receiver close to his ear, his right hand was gripping the arm of his chair.  His fingers were digging into the soft leather and his knuckles were white.  Andy softly touched Mr.V's taut hand and put his own delicate paw on top.  It looked small by comparison. 

Mr.V looked at Andy and tried to smile but it was more of a grimace.   "That's so unfair," he growled into the phone.   "Please, no.  I can't.   Not like this," he pleaded.   It was getting worse.  "Ruined? "

It sounded desperate.  The people in New York were obviously threatening to destroy Mr.V's company if he didn't comply with their demands.

"Lloyds?"

Andy wasn’t sure if Mr.V meant the bank or the insurer.   Whichever, it didn’t sound good: serious finance was in play.   He looked up at Mr.V hoping to feel reassured but Harry was gazing at the floor.  He squeezed Mr.V's hand.   Mr.V looked up and gazed into Andy’s eyes.  "Only when the time is right."   At least it seemed like Mr.V still had some control.   "But it's not like that," and Andy's hopes that Mr.V might survive this crisis started to fade.

"Maybe." There was a long pause and then Mr.V put the receiver down.

"Is everything OK?" asked Andy.  "It sounded like a real crisis."  Without even realising it, Andy was stroking the back of Mr.V's hand.   He looked up into Mr.V's eyes.  "Can I help?"

"You're very kind Andy but there's nothing you can do."

"I'm so sorry.  Poor you."   And as a natural response and attempting to give comfort, Andy lifted himself from his haunches and kissed Mr.V on the cheek.  His lips grazed against the slightly rough, stubbly surface.  Mr.V turned to him in astonishment.  Their eyes met.  "I'm so sorry ... I didn't mean ..."

"Oh Andy, don't apologise.   You're so sweet."  He stared at Andy for what were only a few seconds but to Andy felt like an eternity. And then it happened.  Mr.V lifted himself slightly from his seat, leaned across to the right and kissed Andy on the lips.  Andy sensed what was coming and puckered slightly.  It was only a brief kiss but Andy got a surge of pleasure.  This time it was Mr.V's turn to recoil and turn his head away with embarrassment.  "Sorry, I shouldn't have…. Please forgive me.  That was wrong of me. I didn't mean to take advantage."

"Don't worry, you didn't.  I would like to be forgiven for a lot more," and with that Andy raised himself again and kissed Mr.V firmly on the lips.   Their lips parted and their eyes met.  They looked into each other's for a minute, both trying to grasp the enormity of what was happening between them, and then Andy cocked his head slightly to one side and their lips locked together.  Andy felt Mr.V's hands ruffling the hair at the back of his head then clasping it.  Andy opened his mouth slightly and found Mr.V's tongue against his: the same long sensuous tongue that he'd felt once before when it had tickled and penetrated his anus.  Now it was altogether more delicate.  It felt to Andy so natural and right.    Their tongues exchanged licks and twirled against each other. Then Andy felt himself lifted and he found himself entwined with Mr.V in his armchair.  They changed from one long kiss to a series of little pecks.  "So can you forgive me?"

"Oh Andy, of course. And you, me?”

"Thank you.  You're wonderful and kind."  Andy kissed him again.  Then he asked, "Can you let me go a minute, please?"

"Why?"

"It's hurting."

"What's hurting?  I never meant to hurt you."

"Oh Harry, it's nothing you've done." Andy realised that for the first time he'd used Mr.V's first name without even thinking.  "It's just I'm very uncomfortable. I need to get out of this dress."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"No.  I don't mean what you're thinking; although I may need your help.  Please can you unzip me?"

"If that's what you want."  Andy stood up and turned his back on Mr.V.  He had total trust. He felt Mr.V stroke the nape of his neck.

"Be careful with the latex, it may tear."

"I will honey."

'Honey. Honey? Honey!' Andy couldn't believe he'd just been called 'Honey' by Mr.V.  Mr.V carefully held the together the top of the centre seams and slid the zip down to the small of Andy's back." That's fine, thank you. " Andy pulled his arms out of the sleeves and shimmied free, rolling the red latex down his legs and  stepped out of the dress. 

Mr.V gasped: "You're not wearing panties!"  

"No.  Auntie says it would ruin the lines of my dress. "

"She's right about that.”   But Mr.V was astonished for other reasons: not only were there no panties but there had been nothing to disrupt the sheer front of the dress.  And almost inexplicably, it looked like Andy had pussy lips but no cock.    “But you poor thing.  Have you had surgery since we met at Bex’s?”

“No!” replied Andy in shock.     “I wouldn’t want that.   No, I’m just a bit tied up.”

“What?  Have you been like that all evening?"

"Well, yes. "

"I didn't know how you got that effect.   Almost like a ..... like a ......"

"Like a 'camel toe'?"

"Er, yes.  Sorry."

"No need to apologise.  Just a little technique Auntie has said a girl like me needs to use. Except this time it's a bit different."

"But where are your testicles?  Surely she's not had you castrated?"

"Oh no."

"Thank goodness for that.  That would be so cruel."

"Would it?   I don't know.   Though sometimes  I suppose I do need them,” Andy said with a shy smile.  “I am rather attached to them.”

“But they’re not there.”

“Oh, they are.  My balls are sitting in the little channels from where they descended.  Auntie taught me to massage them up there.  Then I pull my penis back between my legs.   All you can see are the finishing touches when a little bit of tape holds everything secure, so it looks from the front like I have pussy lips."

“So that’s why ….”

"Yes, you don’t need to say.  It's just normally in a little cloth pouch that pulls back and fastens to a thin belt I can usually wear under my dress.  Except that's not really possible in skin-tight latex.  Please, I need unfastening.  It did get very uncomfortable when you were kissing me."  Andy smiled.

“I thought you were kissing me?"  replied Mr.V.   Both stopped and looked embarrassed. There was a difficult pause. "Oh gosh, sorry.  I don't know what I was thinking of."

"No need to apologise.  You're a good kisser," Andy said with another shy smile.  "Would you like to try again?" and the young sylph, naked except for his Louboutins, stood on tiptoe and, with upturned face and pleading puckered lips, looked up at the tall man who bent down and kissed him.  It was a soft lingering kiss and Andy wobbled on his heels and needed Mr.V to support and hold him.  "See!  But please can we stop before it starts hurting again."

"But I'm not doing anything!"

"Oh, but you are.  Would you help, please? "

"Of course." 

"I need unfastening. Do you have any kitchen towel? "

"Yes."

"Please can you get some?   It should be OK but just in case."  Mr.V went to the kitchen and returned moments later with a roll of kitchen paper.   Andy parted his legs slightly.  "Put a few sheets down between my shoes.  You may need to kneel down for this."

"They are very pretty shoes. "

"Yes.  Louboutins.  They’re lovely.   Auntie bought them for me.  They’re very expensive."

"But the heels are so high .  How do you manage to walk in them?"

"Practice.  Just like any girl," Andy said with a smile, "and these are only give five inch heels.  I'm hoping that one day Auntie will let me have a pair of Zanotti's with six or six and a half inch heels. "

"I'll buy you a pair," offered Mr.V.

"Oh that's so sweet of you.  You really shouldn’t.  We hardly know one another."  This time it was Andy's turn to bend down and give a little kiss to Mr.V.  "Now, let me bend over.  You'll see what you need to do."  Andy turned and leaning forward supported himself by resting his hands on the arms to the leather armchair.  He heard Mr.V gasp.  You just need to untie the bow then unloop it."

Mr.V stared at the bright red jewel with a narrow shiny steel perimeter shining from Andy's anus.  A red ribbon was tied in a bow around the base of the jewel.  Mr.V undid the bow and found the ribbon had been wound several times around the shank.  He had the dawning realisation that the jewel was attached to a plug that was filling Andy's bottom.  Andy had been plugged all the while they'd been talking.  "Do you want this out?"

“No, not yet.  Just undo the ribbon please."  Mr.V stared at Andy's jewel.  He clearly didn't mind wearing a plug.  Rebecca had said he'd been trained.  When he'd unwound the ribbon from the plug, Andy's cock hung down with ribbon trailing.  It had been wrapped from base to just below the glans, interlaced and double twined with ribbon like a capstan and pulled back hard so that it had sat flush against his perineum with the tip just touching the edge of the jewel. No wonder Andy's latex dress had such perfect clean lines. 

"So, no cock cage?"

"No.   No cock cage.   There's no need when I'm in a 'cache sex', although it does allow me a little more freedom, " Andy said with a smile.  "No padlock this time either.  Can you untie the rest of me, please?"

Mr.V carefully undid the knots on the double wound ribbon.  He noticed some slippery fluid had been leaking from Andy's cock despite the tight binding. "There," said Mr.V as the last of the ribbon came down: Andy's limp cock flopped down and his balls descended to fill their small sac.   Andy turned then realised too late his crotch was right in front of Mr.V's face.  To his shock and then delight, Mr.V lowered himself slightly and kissed the tip of his cock.

"Please, no.  I need to go to the toilet."

"Do you need your plug out first? "

"Yes, I probably should."  Without needing to ask, Mr.V put his right hand between Andy's thighs and grasped the rim of the jewel.

“I may be a bit messy," warned Andy.  Mr.V gathered a sheet of kitchen paper in his left hand.  The soft tip of Andy's cock tickled against Mr.V 's wrist.  As Mr.V started to twist and pull the metal plug, Andy's cock started to stir.  At the same time his ring tightened, as if unwilling to surrender the plug.    Mr.V pulled harder and Andy's anus began to part.   Mr.V slackened his grip and the plug rose back up inside Andy's rectum and nestled again against his prostate.  Andy's cock began to stiffen.  Mr.V tried a second time with a similar response. When the plug slid back in this time, Mr.V closed his lips around the engorged head of Andy's penis that was now pointing towards the ceiling.   Mr.V licked and then slid his lips down the shaft. His left hand now held Andy's right buttock, while his right pulled again on the metal plug.  As he sucked hard with his tongue lapping against the ventral  underside, he pulled again on the jewelled base.   Andy relaxed, his eyes closed and his arms stretched upwards like a cat purring with delight and he felt an intense wave of pleasure.  His anus dilated and the plug was free. A dribble of liquid and lube trickled on to the Persian rug.  Mr.V didn't notice.  He was too busy sucking the cock of the pretty girl in front of him while clutching the heavy stainless steel butt plug in his right hand.

"Please stop.  That's so nice but I really do need to go to the loo.  And I think I've dribbled on your carpet. "  Mr.V opened his mouth and released the penis that continued to stand proudly erect. "Which way's the bathroom?" Mr.V pointed and he watched as the whippet  like figure walked sinuously on his 5" heels across the hard wood floor, clicking all the way.   Tight, pert little buttocks swayed from side to side: buttocks that until moments ago had been harbouring a monstrous butt plug that easily exceeded the girth of his own cock and was only an inch or two less in length.   His Auntie had certainly been training him for something but the sheer weight and size of the thing must have kept him permanently conscious of its presence.   He could hear the echo of Andy's tinkling urine in the bathroom.   He swiftly wiped up the slimy little pool from the rug and laid the plug on a bed of kitchen paper.  

Mr.V went to the guest bathroom to flush away the soiled paper and wash his hands.  When he got back, Andy was stood by his armchair and the plug was no longer on the occasional table.  "Sorry I took so long but it takes a while for me to get going after I've been tethered for so long.  And it's also not easy having a pee when you've got an erection," he said with a shy smile. "Could I have drink, please?"

“What would you like?”

“Oh, just water.  Sparkling water if you've got it.  I'm always hesitant about drinking very much when I'm like that. "

"Understandably.  Are you warm enough?"

"Your apartment's warm but I do feel a bit chilly.".

"Have a drink while I get you something. "  Mr.V got some Perrier from the fridge, then disappeared to a side room and returned carrying a folded blue woollen garment.  "Will this do?"

Andy stopped sipping the cool water.  "Yes, that's perfect," said Andy after slipping on a long , baggy fisherman's jersey.   It hung loosely down and covered his bum although his now limp, little cock managed to peep out below the front hem.  Mr.V  realised that the red jewel was again glistening between Andy’s bum cheeks.  Despite the heaviness of the plug, his pretty friend had returned his  toy to its natural home.  It looked like the perfect adornment.

“Shall we sit down will you finish your drink?  Are you sure you don’t want a coffee?”

“Maybe I will.  I know it’s late but can I have an Espresso, please?”

“Yes, of course.  It is getting late.”  Mr.V loaded a pod into the Nespresso machine.   While it whirred and hissed into life, he asked: “Do you want to go home?”

“I don’t think that would meet the rules of the Auction.   I think I’m to be with you till the morning.   The driver said she’d pick me up then although she didn’t specify the time.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.   I can drive you – I’ve only had one whisky – or I can call you a cab?”

Andy looked wistful.   “Let’s see.   I was enjoying our chat and I’d like to drink my coffee, please.”

Mr.V handed Andy a small cup then put another pod into the machine.  “I normally prefer decaf in the evenings but I can see we may be talking for a while.”   Andy stood beside him and didn’t make a move to sit down.  When the machine had stopped hissing, Mr.V took his cup and went back to his wide leather armchair.  Andy followed behind. 

“May I?”


end of Part 23