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 26 - Rebecca 23:30 Saturday evening

Part 26 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 26 - Rebecca  23:30 Saturday evening

Rebecca sat propped upright by pillows in her hotel room in The Plaza.  Next door she could hear Freddie emitting little shrieks of pleasure.     It sounded like Imogen knew exactly what she was doing with her pretty fox cub.   Freddie might have wanted a night with James but that was never going to be.   And they could both enjoy playing with Lady Jane.

Rebecca's left hand stroked the little furry mound of her companion.   "It feels so funny.  It's so long since I've seen let alone played with an unshaven pussy.   "

"Oh, Roger likes me like that.  He says sometimes he doesn't know where his moustache ends and I begin.  And Stanley and my maid have got used to it too.   Although, you still say you get hairs between your teeth, don't you, Boy?"

"Yes, Mistress, " said Edward lifting his head.

"Silly Boy." Lady Dixon sat up and brought her riding crop down across the back of the young man who had been alternately sucking her and Rebecca's toes.   A thick, red weal started to appear between Edward's shoulders.  "Who said you could stop?   I hope you're pleased with Boy.  It was so good of you to bid for him."

"Not at all.  Edward sucks very nicely.   Is he good with cock?"

"Yes, he's had lots of practice with my strapon and I get him to do the honours with Roger since I'm never going down on my knees, even for my husband. He’s still not tried Leroy or Ashton though I’m sure he’d like to.  You would, wouldn’t you Boy? "  Another blow of her crop and a second red weal.   "You like sucking cock for Mistress, don't you?"  

“Yes,” Edward mumbled.

“Yes, MISTRESS,” and a third welt rose beside the other two.   "By the way, please call him Boy.  He needs to know he's a sissy Sub, not a friend."

"What a good Boy," exclaimed Rebecca as Edward fellated her big toe.  

"I must be getting home soon," said Lady Dixon.

"Let me give you a goodnight kiss first," said Rebecca as she slid down the bed and started to lick Aly's hirsute slit and nibble the little mound buried in the forest while Edward resigned himself to his Mistress's toes.

end of Part 26

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 22 - Rebecca 00:45 Sunday morning

Part 22 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.

Part 22  - Rebecca  00:45 Sunday morning

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

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

"Of course, Aly. "

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

 "How interesting. "

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

 "Really?"

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

"I could tell he was special."

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

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

 "Hello.  Harry?"

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

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

 "How's what going ?"

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

 "Very nicely, thank you."

 "Have you fucked him yet? "

 "Really!"

 "Ok.  Have you fucked her yet? "

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

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

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

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

 "That's not right."

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

 "Oh, I thought you meant ..... "

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

 "Oh. Do you have to?"

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

"What do you mean 'Thank you '? "

"Nothing.  I was speaking to someone else."

"Oh.  "

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

 "What?"

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

 "Oh, no!"

 " Yes, her. "

 "You wouldn't."

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

 "Please, don't."

 "She'll gets what's coming to her. "

 "That's so unfair."

 "It's your choice"

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

 "You'll ensure his Auntie's ruined."

 "Ruined?"

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

 "A song? "

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

"Lloyd's? "

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

 "Only when the time is right."

"It's your opportunity. "

 "But it's not like that."

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

 "Maybe."

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

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

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

“Yes, she’s a bit tied up too.”

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

“Yes.”

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

“I’m sure we do. “

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

end of part 22

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

 Part 12 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.

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 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 5 – Rebecca 19:10 Saturday evening

Part 5 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 5  – Rebecca   19:10 Saturday evening

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

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

Rebecca

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, just one.”

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

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

Lady Dixon

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

“Isn’t that rather risky?”

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

“You’re too kind to him.” 

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

“About time too,” barked Rebecca.

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

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

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

Freddie

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

“Yes, Mummy,” said the downcast girl.

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

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

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

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

Boy - Edward

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

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

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

“Hello, Edward,” said Rebecca.

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

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

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

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

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

his eyes gave him a wide-eyed feminine charm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


End of Part 5.  Please leave comments.