Christeen: I let her do this

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I let her do this

 

Chris felt awful.   Another sleepless night.   Another night spent tossing and turning.  He’d probably slept more than he thought but he’d woken several times in discomfort.  He would have to tell her.  This couldn’t go on.  Why did he agree to it?  Today had to be different.  Today, he was going to put his foot down.  

 

As soon as he heard the heating come on, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  He needed to feel comfortable if he was going to say what had to be said.  He took short, dainty steps, like he’d been trained, to avoid tugging at his ankles.   Chris flipped on the light and stepped inside. He shivered as his feet met the cold tiled floor of the bathroom.   He went  back to his bed and put on his mules.   His heels clicked on the floor as he sat down to pee.   He made his mind up about what he was going to say.  Today was the day it ended.  He composed the words in his head.  He mouthed through them in silence until he’d got them just right.  He looked down as he wiped and dried his device with toilet tissue.   His toes peeped beyond the Perspex strap of his mules: he really did like the new shade of pink that Auntie had tried on his toenails yesterday.  

 

Back in his bedroom, Chris slipped on his shortie white negligée.  Gingerly he stepped out on to the landing.  It was still cool but he could hear the house and pipework start to creak as they warmed.  He knocked on his Auntie’s door.   This was it.

 

“Yes.”

 

“It’s me, Chris.”

“Yes, obviously.  Come in.”

 

The curtains were still drawn and his Aunt had not turned a light on.  “Good morning, Auntie.”  Despite the darkness, he knew exactly where to tread towards her bed.  He was going to say his piece and then go, although not before he’d retrieved the keys to his device and his hobble.   They had to come off.

 

“Good morning, darling.   Have you brought a cup of tea?  That’s so sweet of you.”

“No, Auntie.”

 

“Coffee?”

 

“No, Auntie.”

 

“Oh, just you.  That’s still very nice.”

 

“Auntie, I want to say something.”

 

“Yes, darling?”

 

“I’ve been meaning to say this for some time …”

 

“Yes?   What time is it?”

 

“Six-thirty.”

 

“Gosh!  So early.”

 

“Auntie, I feel ..”

 

“Oh honey, how thoughtless of me.   The heating will only just have come on.  You must feel cold.   Come into bed and talk to me.”

 

“But Auntie, I was trying to say…”

 

“Well say it to me when you’re in bed.”  

 

“I think I’ll find it easy to say here.”

 

“Don’t be silly, darling.  You must be cold.”  A hand reached out and touched his.  “You’re shivering.”   Chris had to admit he was shivering but probably more quivering in trepidation about what he had to say.  “Come on dear, get in.”  His Aunt’s hand pulled him forward.  Chris stepped out of his mules and slid under the light duvet.    “At least you’re in your negligée.  Let’s get you warm.  Lie on your side dear.”  Chris felt his Auntie wrap himself around him. He felt the warmth of his Auntie against him and her hot breath on his neck.   “Isn’t that better darling?”

 

“Yes, Auntie!  But I was trying to say something.”

 

“Yes, darling.  You can say it as we snuggle.    Now let me remove your ankle hobble, it’ll allow me to get closer. I don’t think we need the leg spreader this morning if we’re going spoons.”

 

“But Auntie …”

 

“Yes?   What size would you like this morning?” 

 

He was lost.  Again.  Helpless.  How could he resist his wonderful Auntie?  How could he ever say no?  Not when his Auntie was so lovely and so loving. 

 

“And over breakfast we can think about what you are going to wear today.   Remember Amelia’s coming today.”

 

“Amelia?”

 

“Yes, Amelia.  The buyer.   She wants to look at our bridal collection.”  

 

“Oh, yes Amelia.   Oh!  Oh!”

 

“Just relax, honey.”

 

“Oh, Auntie!   Ooooh!   Aaaaah!”

 

“There.  Isn’t that nice honey?   Now what did you want to say to me?”

 

“Aaaaaah!   Aaaaah!   Aaaaah!   N..n…n…nothing, Auntie.  Aaaaah!”

 

“Oh, Chris. You’re so sweet. I’m sure that got you nice and warm.   You know you don’t need to ask.  I’m always here for you.  Are you sure you didn’t want something?”

 

“Well, Auntie.  I was wondering about my device.”

 

“No, Chris.   Sorry.   Not that.  You know it’s Locktober.  Just relax like a good girl and enjoy it the way you’re meant to.   I wonder whether we ought to have Lockovember for you too, if there is such a thing?  Again.”

 

“Oh, Auntie, no!  No, Auntie!  Oh, Auntie!   Oh!  Oh! Oh! Aaah!  Aaaah!  Aaaaaaaaah!   ”

 

“There you go.  Twice.  See you couldn’t do that if you weren’t wearing your device.   You’d be done in seconds.  Now let’s see if you can manage a third before breakfast.”

 

Chris tried to spread the meringue of his dress and petticoats to sit comfortably.  After breakfast, Auntie had painted his nails the same colour as his toes and chosen a matching lipstick too.   His hair was up in a bun with a little tiara.   Auntie had said she wanted him to try the new bridal wear designs.   She wanted him to show off this dress in particular to Amelia.  She’d teasingly promising a bridle if he refused.   What would Amelia think if she found a ponyboy rather than a bride?  

 

“You’re so pretty this morning, sissy boy.  Try telling me you don’t feel more feminine wearing a gown like that.”

 

“Yes, Auntie.”

 

You’re lovely when you’re naked, Chris.   But you look fabulous in a nice dress.   And you’re positively glowing.   And we both know why.”

 

“Yes, Auntie.”

 

“No need for a hobble now you’re in the bridal satin shoes with six inch heels.  Aren’t you a lucky boy?  What do you say, Chris?”

 

“Thank you, Auntie.  I want to be a pretty girl for you.”

 

“That’s right, Chris.   A sweet sissy boy and a lovely pretty girl.”

 

“Thank you, Auntie.  I want to be a pretty girl for you.”    Chris knew it was hopeless.  He still harboured his thoughts but kept them locked away inside: ‘I go to bed thinking - never again, but then every morning I let her do this to me anyway.   But she’s so lovely.   How can I say no?   Why would I want to?  I'd do anything for her.   If only she would undo my device.   I’m sure I’d behave.  But she is so beautiful.  And three times.  Oh my!   It was so wonderful.'   Chris was glad he was sitting down since he could feel his knees go weak at the memory.   He never knew that he could experience such joy.  She had been so wonderful this morning.   He was her girl.

  

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Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 16

Part 16 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 16     – Andy     00:15 Sunday morning

 

Andy felt snug and safe on the sofa and took another sip of his hot chocolate.  It was rich and smooth.  Although he was feeling cosy and a bit sleepy, he’d been thinking long and hard before replying.  “But doesn’t that contradict the paradox about Schrödinger’s Cat?” he mused hesitantly.

“I’m not sure.   I guess it’s about considering the state of the total system rather than simply an individual object.   The cat’s state is ambiguous but it is just one cat.” responded the man sitting in the wide leather armchair.  “How’s your chocolate?”

“Delicious, thank you.   Sorry to be a nuisance but I really didn’t want coffee at this time of night.   Well I suppose it’s morning now, not night, but I think you know what I mean.”

“Yes.   And you’re not a nuisance.   You’re never a nuisance.   You could have had decaf.”

“I know.  You’re very kind.  But the chocolate is really nice.  I always feel that it’s a bedtime drink.”   Andy gulped, realising what he’d just said.  “I mean …. not that I meant …”  Andy stuttered and stumbled, and blushed beneath his foundation.

“It’s OK.   I know what you were trying to say.   And it is getting late.   You sure I can’t tempt you to a whisky?”

“Yes, quite sure.   I still don’t understand how two particles can know what’s happening to the other even when they’re separated.  It would mean that the information passing between them is going faster than the speed of light,” pondered Andy.

“Exactly.”

“Well, how do you explain it, Mr V?”

“Harry, please.”

“Sorry.  Can you explain it, Harry?”

“I don’t think I can.   It seems like the pair of particles are truly entangled and respond as if they know what is happening to the other.   If one particle is spinning clockwise, the other will be going counter-clockwise.  Somehow the two cancel each other out.”

“It’s like magic.”

“That’s one way of looking at it.”

“You do read some heavy stuff.”

“Not really.  Just things that interest me.   You’re the first person I’ve been able to talk to about quantum theory.  I’m sure most people would be wondering what Schrödinger fed his cat rather than thinking about how quantum entanglement related to the cat paradox.   You are such a clever young …..”   And now it was Mr. Verity’s turn to hesitate.  His voice trailed away.

“It’s OK.  It doesn’t matter.”

“Which would you prefer?”

“I don’t really know.   Not anymore.   What were you going to say?”

“Young lady.   But is that wrong?”

“I guess not.”

“Well would ‘young man’ have been better?”

“Not with how I look.  I think I confused a lot of people tonight.”

“You certainly confuse me.   You are a very pretty young lady.   Why didn’t you call me?”

“I don’t know.   Auntie said I could.”

“Auntie?”

“Yes, my Aunt Jane.  Well, she’s not my proper Aunt.   But I call her Auntie.”

“So why do you call her Auntie?” enquired an intrigued Mr.V.

“It just happened that way.  She’s an old friend of my mother’s and I’ve known her for years.”

“And would I be right in thinking that you’re close to her.”

“Yes.”

“Very close?” 

 “Yes.”  Andy hesitated.    “Er ….very.”

“I’m not sure how to ask this, Andy.   Is she more than just an ‘Auntie’ to you?”

“How do you mean?”

“You sound quite attached.  Is she nice?”

 “She’s beautiful,” Andy blurted.  “She’s so lovely.  And I’m so worried about her.”  All Andy’s concerns that had been set aside while he settled at Mr.V’s resurfaced.

“Why?”

“Because I’m worried about what they’re going to do to her.”

“Who?”

“The Sisterhood.  The people who were running the event tonight.  They were annoyed with her for gate crashing their GALA.”

“I think she’ll be all right.  After all, she is member, isn’t she?  They’re unlikely to harm her.”

“Do you really think so?   It sounded like they were doing terrible things to her when I got taken away.”

“Well maybe.  What kind of terrible things?”

“If I can speak crudely, I think they were putting her to the cock.”

“Is that so bad?   I don’t seem to remember you minding when Bex got you to suck.”

Andy hesitated: “That was different.”

“In what way?”

 “Oh, I don’t know,” stumbled Andy, all shy and embarrassed.

“Is Aunt Jane your girlfriend?”

“I don’t think she’d say that.”

“But would you?”

Andy blurted again: “I love her to bits.   She’s so wonderful and she’s so good to me.  She always has been.   And she’s loving and caring and ….”

“ … and she makes you dress up as a girl and uses you as a maid,” interrupted Mr.V.

“Well, yes.”

“And are you happy for her to do that?”

“I wasn’t at first.   But she knew a lot about me.  When she was baby-sitting, although I guess I was about 9 or 10, she caught me trying mummy’s high heels when I’d gone upstairs for a bit.”

“That was just childish curiosity.”

“But I was also wearing mummy’s lipstick.”

“That would have been harder to explain.”

“She said she wouldn’t tell mummy and that it would be our secret.”

“That was kind.”

“Yes.  Anyway, the next time she came to sit, she brought one of her make-up bags and said that I could play with it if I wanted.   So I started trying eyeshadow and lipsticks. I pretended to her that I wanted to be a make-up artist.   Sometimes she let me do her lipstick.  That was such a thrill.”

“That was just innocent fun.   A lot of kids play dressing up games.”

“But my efforts were always a bit clumsy and amateurish.  So after a while, she offered to help.   And gradually she just took over.  It was a slow process over quite a few months.   After my parents had gone out and as soon as I had finished my homework, she would set to work painting my face.    I was nervous at first, but it was lovely having her so close.   It was wonderful having the prettiest lady I knew within inches of my face and chatting to me.   Just to me.   I’m sure she could have had any man she wanted …. and mummy used to joke about all the boyfriends she’d had since her husband died …. “

“Oh.  She was married.”

“Yes, she’s a widow.  Her husband died not long after they got married.”

“What a shame.”

“Yes.   I think initially it was why she was happy to babysit.  My brother and I were the children she never had.”

“You’ve got a brother?”

“Yes, he’s quite a few years older than me.”

“So did he know about what you are your Auntie got up to?”

“No he was older and didn’t need babysitting.  He would go out in the evening with friends.”

“So it was just you and her?   Alone in the house.”

“Yes.”

“And what job does she do?”

“She’s clever.  She’s a marketing consultant but also gives investment and business advice, though a lot of the time she’s just managing her own money.   When her husband died he left her rather wealthy.”

“So, the rich widow.”

“If you must call her that.   I suppose so.”

“No wonder she attracts men.”

“It’s not like that.   I think it’s more she picks and chooses whom she wants.  When I was in my teens I remember her saying, ‘You have to remember Andrew, a girl has needs, you know.’  And she winked.  I didn’t know what she meant at the time.”

“Poor you.”

“And it wasn’t just men.    She has girlfriends too although I didn’t realise at the time.   There were always pretty girls in their twenties or thirties who were round at her house.   At the time I thought they were there on business but on reflection I don’t think they were there for investment advice.  Thinking about it now, I wonder whether all of them were actually girls."

“Interesting.   And while she was making you up she still called you Andrew.”

“Andrew or Andy at that point.”

“So how did things develop?”

“Well it changed.  It ceased to be me playing with make-up and more her practising different styles    Each time she’d bring new products to try.  Expensive stuff too.   And always she’d finish by showing me how I looked in the mirror and she’d take a few photos.  It just went from there.”    

and effects on me.

“Wasn’t it difficult to explain to you parents?”

“Oh, it was all cleaned off by the time they got home.  They never knew.”

“Really?”

“Well, I think mummy did start to wonder when Aunt Jane plucked my eyebrows.”

“That might have been a bit of a giveaway.”

“Oh, she just told mum that she’d been tidying me up.   But the haircuts also started her wondering.”

“Why?”

“Well Auntie offered to pay for my haircuts.”

“So?”

“Well she started to take me to her hairdresser.  My hair had been long and straight.   It began with me getting a page boy cut.”

“Nice.”

“But then it changed into more of a pixie look.   But to get that my hair needed to curl.   Initially it was just tongs but after a while Jane wanted it moved along and I was sat alongside the ladies in the salon with my hair in rollers.   Jane even got the manicurist to do my nails while my hair was being done”

“Didn’t you mother complain?”

“No.   She just saw that Jane had got me to be well groomed.   And my girlfriend liked it.”

 "Your girlfriend?!"

“Yes, my girlfriend.  I had a girlfriend.   Why do you sound surprised?”

“I don’t know.   I’d just thought with Aunt Jane ….”

“No.   I was going out with girls.  In fact it was more a case of the girls going out with me.   They said that I talked to them in ways that other boys didn’t.  I suppose it was all the chatting I did with Aunt Jane and the hairdressers and the manicurist.   They said they felt comfortable with me.”

“That must’ve been nice.”

“And do you have a girlfriend now?”

“No.   Well, yes.  No, not now.  Not properly.  Sorry, I’m all confused.   It’s all changed.”

“How?”

“It’s more a case of when?”

“In my mid-teens, my parents felt I didn’t need a babysitter any longer.   Which was true.   But Jane said that I could come to her instead.  She said that after I’d finished homework, we could play board games – which we did – or watch TV – which we did – or a go to a film – which we never did, although we did watch DVDs.   And while I was there, she’d make me up.   So I would sit there looking like a girl while we played Scrabble.”

“Nice.”

“And then it progressed to sleepovers, and I realised why she wanted me to have short hair.  Auntie said she’d feed me so my mum didn’t to worry about meals for me before she went out.   Now she didn’t just get me to wear make-up but also got me to try different wigs.   I’d wear clip-on earrings too.   She’d tuck me up in bed with me still wearing my make-up.”    

“Didn’t that make a mess on the bedclothes?”

“Yes, but that didn’t worry her.  She said it would wash off.   I only took the make-up off after breakfast and just before I went home.”

“Did no-one see you?”

“Only once.   My brother came round early to pick me up since I’d forgotten about a family lunch.   He just saw me and went ‘Oh!’ and that was it.”

“That was all?  Didn’t he ask questions?”

“It was more me asking him questions.  On the ride home, I asked him if he was going to say anything when we get home?.   He just shrugged and said : ‘Why should I?’”

“He sounds a cool kind of guy,” interjected Mr.V.

“He is.  I love him a lot.   He just went on, ‘Whatever floats your boat?  Do you like wearing make-up?’   And I said I wasn’t sure but it looked kind of nice and it made Aunt Jane happy.   And then he said something really strange: ‘You do know you look really pretty with it on.’    He said that quite a few of his friends had asked him about his sister - the one who was a bit of a tomboy – and whether she had a boyfriend.     When he’d said he only had a younger brother they’d said that I looked a bit like a girl and that was without make-up.   They’d asked whether I was gay.”

“How did you respond?”

“I was stunned and objected.  He asked me how many girlfriends I’d had.  When I said ‘lots’ he said ‘How many real girlfriends?’

“And how many had you had?”

“Well that was the problem.  I was a bit stunned.  I knew what he meant.   I went out a lot with girls, but I think they regarded me as one of them.  Although we played around and we’d kiss, they sort of passed me round.   I was the boy they could kiss.  I couldn’t really answer.   And then he asked another ‘And what about boyfriends?’

I was getting angry.   ‘I don’t have a boyfriend,’ I screeched with my voice rising an octave.   He asked whether I was sure and said that I couldn’t see it or didn’t want to see it.”

“What did he mean?”

“He asked whether I noticed how guys looked at me.   And that he’d seen me

holding hands with Robin a few nights before.”

“Who’s Robin?”

“Robin’s just an old friend, and that’s what I told my brother.   He just left it at that.    And he didn’t say anything.”

“Definitely one of the good guys.”

“Yes.” 

end of Part 16

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

Part 15 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 15  - Andy  22:50 Saturday evening

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tails,” said a deep voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 4 – Andy 10:15 Sunday morning

Part 4 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 4       – Andy     10:15 Sunday morning

Andy looked at the glistening surface of the kitchen floor.  The kitchen had traditional white tiles.  Andy often moaned to Jane that it felt cold if he was in bare feet.   Jane had always responded that he ought to wear shoes and that heels sounded sexy clicking on a tiled floor.  Andy couldn’t help but agree.  He loved seeing his Auntie preparing food in the kitchen.  She was always the embodiment of elegance and chose to wear heels in the most unlikely of settings.  Sometimes he was allowed to help and the two of them would click around together: Jane usually in a designer dress and Andy in his French maid’s outfit with white collar and headband, stockings and suspenders.   A latex maid, naturally.   Jane had originally had to insist, but Andy found he preferred ruched latex to flouncy taffeta.  It hugged his figure so much more.  He loved the moments when Jane would siddle-up behind him, hold him by his smooth, slender waist and press her body against his back while she kissed his neck and nuzzled his hair.   

Andy was always concerned that a visitor might call and see him in his maid’s dress.  The dress might   be explainable as some amateur dramatic costume or fancy dress, but heels, latex and full make-up were more difficult.Nevertheless, he loved those times together and if a visitor did come, he just had to be a girl.  Jane enjoyed explaining to a visitor that she preferred her maid in latex since it could be wiped clean and was so much more hygienic, while Andy busied himself with household chores knowing full well that the visitor’s eyes would be transfixed and it was mostly his own wispy white residues that needed regularly wiping clean from his black rubber panties.

The kitchen floor shouldn’t be glistening.  It looked like there was a pool of water on the floor. Andy couldn’t hear a tap running: there must be a leak, he thought.   Yellowish golden water.   As he inched closer, he spotted a plastic container on the floor.   They hadn’t left that there either: Jane always required tidiness.  It was an empty catering size bottle of maple syrup.  Even weirder.  Jane would never need a five litre pack of syrup.

Andy stopped, fearful of who or what he might find. Although there was silence, Andy was sure that there was someone or something behind the door. There was a slight buzzing.  A watch?  A timer?  Or just that fly?   He wondered about calling the police but he expected they’d think he was the intruder if they found him standing in another person’s dining room or, with him dressed in latex, involved in some weird game that had gone wrong.  

Andy hefted the riding crop in his hand.  It was now or never.   “C..c..come out.  Come out with your hands up,” he stuttered, trying to summon up as much authority as possible.   “I know you’re in there he,” he shouted.    Nothing.  Silence.  And then there was a light pattering sound.  The puddle on the floor started to grow.    Andy’s heart was in his mouth as he gingerly pushed open the door.

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