They will come - sequel 2.3

Below is the third part of a sequel to SweetAndyLatex's wonderful story and  art, 'They will come' (see the original at https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html ).   

The first part of the sequel,  2.1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-21.html .   It was also very kindly published by SweetAndyLatex at  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/03/illustrated-double-fiction-edition-from.html  

The previous part of the sequel,  2.2 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-22.html  .

 

They will come - sequel 2.3  

 “Well, Sir,” said Stevie looking embarrassed in front of the Doctor, “won’t the Larvalous Worms try to impregnate me?”

“Yes, that’s right,” said the Doctor.   “They’ll penetrate and fertilise you.”

“So if I’m wearing my butt plug, they won’t be able to.  Simple.”

“But Stevie, you heard what the Doctor said yesterday.   You were getting triple penetration.  Just closing your bottom wouldn’t be enough.”

“I could wear a gag and my penis plug as well.  I know you and Sweet-touch liked me in that cock cage.”

“This is madness, Stevie!” exclaimed her Commander.  “Don’t even think of wearing your Scorpion cock cage. The curved urethral plug would have you in agony within seconds given the arousal the Larvalous would cause.”

“And don’t forget, you’d need to be plugged for the full 74 hours,” added the Doctor. 

“How would you wee or poo?” asked Andy.  “And whatever you did I suspect they’d squeeze past anyway.  They have a way,” he concluded with a slight wink at the Doc. 

“Yes, Commander, they certainly would,” confirmed the Doctor.

“Ensign, go away and come back when you have a better idea.  Dismiss.”

“Yes, Commander.”  A crestfallen Stevie tried to flounce out of the cabin exaggerating the wiggle of her bum but she stumbled on her heels.   It was so unfair.  And what had those Cadets been doing?  She hoped the Commander hadn’t been entertaining them overnight.   With Sweet-touch away, it was most unfair that Stevie had spent the night on her own..

When the cabin door closed, Andy spoke to the Doctor.  “Doc, I’ve an idea.  I’d like to try it out on you but first let me get the boys back to finish off their handiwork.   Can you come back in an hour, please?” 

“Certainly Commander.”

Andy drew his fingers across the visi-screen on the arm his chair and somewhere on the lower decks two buttplugs throbbed into life.  Two Cadets strolling together arm in arm like lesbian lovers stopped in their tracks and began their journey back to their pretty Commander’s cabin.

end of part 2.3.  To be continued

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.

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

Part 3 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 3       – Angela 17:30 Saturday evening

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does it matter?” she smiled.

“Well it might to me.”

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

“Why is this necessary?”

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

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

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

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

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

“All this?”

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

“No, Mistress.” James looked slightly downcast.

 “Let’s go.”

 

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

end of Part 3

Come in Young Man - Part 2

This is the second part of the story inspired by SweetAndyLatex artwork http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.co.uk/2016_10_01_archive.html

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

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PART 2 - Saturday

After calling Andy, Jane worked at the office till gone midnight.  It was too late to head to the coast so she'd stayed the night at her flat in City.  A large gin and tonic, a quick sandwich and she was ready to crash.   In the morning, somewhat bleary eyed, she caught the train to the coast.  A taxi to her house, a double espresso and she just had time to be ready for Andy's arrival.

Andy knocked at her door all boyish and grumpy. He was trying to make a point by wearing a black leather jacket, t-shirt and chukka boots. Although his attempt at a surly, smouldering James Dean look was rather spoilt by the pertness of his bum in the tight, stretch pair of jeans they'd bought last weekend. His hair was more tousled than ever and he'd made no attempt to get ready. His nails weren't done and he'd not applied any make-up.  Jane thought he looked marvellous.  He was such a sweet boy: pretty, feminine features, a rebellious streak, shy but talkative with her, and a puppy dog's devotion, though not only affectionate but rather amorous when she gave him the chance.    After complaining on the phone to her, he'd reluctantly accepted the job based on her assurances that it would help her and that everyone at the party would be fine. She'd omitted to tell him that the hostess would be expecting a girl. She just told him to smile nicely and say little. 

Jane got him to shower and whisked him to her hairdresser.   His unruly locks were cut and primped into an elegant bob.  For ease and speed she asked the beautician to do his make up.  While Andy was being made presentable for the party, Jane went on a quick shopping trip.   Simply swapping the chukka boots for a pair of ballet pumps and Andy's transformation was complete.  Jane walked out of the salon hand-in-hand with her attractive niece.  No-one gave Andy a second glance, except for those who admired the pretty thing chatting merrily to her older friend. There was just time for a quick sandwich and coffee in a nearby café before Jane took Andy back to her house.

Jane got him to undress.  Andy was nervous about travelling in uniform but there wouldn't be the time to change at Jane's apartment and he could hardly change in a service station.  Jane dusted him with talc.  She smiled as she saw him stirring.  "Don't be naughty, Andrew. There isn't time.  Maybe tomorrow if I ever get to finish the proposal document for Verity Industries." Andy subsided as he put on suspender belt and rolled his latex stockings.  The latex padded bra came next before he stepped into his latex maid's dress and Jane zipped up. 

Jane knelt down as if to pull on his latex panties but instead Andy found her handling his balls and penis.  "I thought you said there wasn't time? " he queried.

"There isn't but you need this ball ring."

"Need?"

"Yes, need," said Jane as she slipped the metal cage over his limp cock, engaged it with the ring and snapped home a little padlock.

"What's that for?" shrieked Andy.

"It's a chastity device.  One of the ladies in 'Latex, Leather and Leisure’ recommended it."

"Yes, I know what it is. But why have you put it on?" demanded Andy.

"Because it's the first time you'll be out without me.  I don't want anyone getting any silly ideas, including you."

"You mean you're not going to be there.  But I thought....”

"I'm not invited.  You're there as a maid.  A maid, pure and simple. I'm going to need to go back to my apartment and work while you're helping at the party.  My boss likes to get her pound of flesh."

"Can I have a key then, please?"

"Of course not," Jane replied. "What would be the point of that?"

"What if I need to pee?"

“You'll just need to sit down like a good girl.  It'll be a good way a reminding you.  Remember the people at the party are expecting a female maid."

"They're what!?" Another shriek erupted from Andy.

"They're expecting a girl," explained Jane

"You mean you never told them?"

"It never came up." Jane stopped and began to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Well now there's something else that won't be coming up," Jane tittered.

"Ha, ha," Andy laughed ironically.  "So when will you let me out?"

"After I pick you up tonight.  If you've been a good girl, that is," she said with a smile. "Now put your panties on, we need to get going."

Jane gave Andy one of her long Burberry trenchcoats to wear.  Andy was very reluctant to step out of the house in his pink uniform let alone go to the party.  There had been tears and tantrums but eventually Andy accepted that he had to go or he would be letting his Aunt down badly. His make-up needed retouching but they were still just on schedule to get to Rebecca’s on time.  It might not be raining but Andy did the trenchcoat up tight before stepping out of Jane's house. "Darling, this is silly.  You only have to walk to the car. We're still on my drive.  No-one can see." Jane didn't want to mention the fact that lots would see at the party. Little steps were needed if she was going to get Andy to the party.

Andy took his first little steps walking to the car. Whilst Jane took it in her stride, Andy wasn't so accomplished walking in five and a half inch heels on a gravel path. His patent heels and latex stockings glistened below the hem of his Mac as he stepped out gingerly and crunched tentatively across the gravel. Jane held the door open as he lowered his bottom on to the seat and swung his legs together into the compartment as she'd told him.  Jane closed the Merc's door. Once inside Andy removed the trenchcoat.   No-one would be able to see him through the Mercedes’ smoked glass windows.   They could get on now.   Jane had two hours to get back up to London and drop him at Rebecca's Barbican apartment. It was going to be tight and she was already tired.

Fortunately the journey up to London was uneventful.  Andy maintained a stony silence all the way.  Jane parked outside the apartment block, swivelled in her driver's seat and kissed Andy full on the lips.  "Thank you for doing this, honey.  It means a lot me.   I'm sure you'll like it if I get a good bonus.  We can go on lots of shopping trips and maybe a few weekends away together."

"Yes, that would be nice," said Andy, tears starting to well in his eyes.  He would do anything for her just to be near her and kissed like that.

"Don't cry.  We don't want you messing your mascara or make-up.  Now let's just touch up your lipstick and we'll be ready to go."

At five minutes to six, Jane and Andy were buzzed into the apartment building. As they went up in the lift Jane reassured Andy, "You'll be OK darling, I'm sure. No-one will know.  ”Andy was nervous and trembling.  “Just be sweet like you always are and everything will be fine.”  I'll pick you up later this evening." On the landing, Jane gave Andy a little pat on the bottom and touched his front to check that everything was secure.  At the last moment Jane fastened a little ribbon in the back of his hair and secured his French maid’s cap.   Then they padded down the carpeted corridor to Apartment 1.  She pressed the doorbell and stood back. 

After a few moments that felt like an eternity, Andy heard heels clicking across a hard floor.  The door opened.  In front of him was a vision:  a beautiful graceful lady who could easily pass as Jane’s older sister.  She was even wearing latex.  The mature greying blonde wore a chic white blouse and a tight, over-the-knee, pencil-cut black latex skirt.  Andy couldn’t help noticing that she was wearing very high black Louboutin courts.  He liked this lady already.

 

A slightly deep voice said, “Hello, you must be Andy,” followed by a low whistle as she looked him up and down.

“Yes, Miss,’ Andy simpered.

"It’s Miss Rebecca.”

Andy felt slightly reprimanded.  She was even sterner than Jane.  “Yes, Miss Rebecca.”

“Thank you dear.  My, aren't you the pretty one?   Where has Jane been hiding you?   And where is Jane?”

Andy nodded down the corridor turning towards Jane.  “She’s just here, Miss Rebecca.” 

Rebecca stuck head out of the door and called to Jane, “Thank you for bringing Andie.”   She paused, turned and looked at Andy.  Jane saw Rebecca surveying Andy’s deliciously feminine form.  "Such a suitable uniform.  So nice that your maid likes latex too,” and with a little wry smile on her face, “or is that just your taste?”  Then slowly and with emphasis she said,  “You don't need to come back later.  I know you’ll want to get on with the Verity proposal. Tomorrow morning will do.”  And licking her lips, “I’ll make sure Andie is very comfy after our guests have gone.  Ten o’clock should be fine."   She turned to Andy.  “A pretty girl like you will need a good cooked breakfast after a hard night.  Do you like sausage?”

Andy blushed.  He glanced back at Jane with a horrified look on his face. Meanwhile Jane was too shocked to reply.  She gave a little wave as Rebecca took Andy by the hand.   “Come in and let me show you around,” as she ushered him inside.   “I'm sure you're going to do just fine tonight."   The door closed and Jane heard the receding clicks of two pairs of heels.

Tears formed in Jane's eyes as she headed for the lift.   She felt bereft.  But there was something else nagging at her: something she'd forgotten but she couldn't quite place.   She turned back and looked at the door to Apartment 1.  It stayed resolutely closed.  Then the recall hit her.  She desperately wanted to go back and retrieve Andy but knew she couldn't.   Tears started to run from Jane’s eyes.    What had she done?

Parts 3 to 15 to follow.

Come in Young Man - Part 11

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

Part 11 - Sunday (9)
 

“I didn’t know what to do and just stayed standing.  Then Mr.V said, ‘Don’t worry, Andie.  There’s plenty of space here.’  He reached out and took my hand then pulled me towards him.   He held my waist and suddenly I found I was sitting on his lap between Rebecca and Freddie.     He then got me to twist and sit across his lap so that he could see me my face and talk to me.   I was now facing Rebecca with my back towards Freddie.   He started to ask me questions like what I did and where I lived.    He then moved on to what I did in my spare time.  Rebecca just smiled as we chatted.   I told him about films that I liked.  He seemed quite knowledgeable.  I made him laugh with some of my comments about actors and films although often I was just quoting from ‘Kermode and Mayo’.   He seemed to like that though.   He asked about using the Internet and what sites I liked.   I talked through my favourites.   Then he asked about what stuff I clicked on and whether I bought stuff off the Internet.”

“Curious,” interjected Jane.  “And what was Rebecca doing?”

“She just kept on smiling.   I don’t know whether she was trying to be my chaperone but she just let us talk together.   He was good to talk to you.   He seemed really interested and I managed to keep him laughing.   He had kept his hands round my waist but after a while I said that he was making me quite hot so he moved them.  One hand started to stroke the back of my neck and occasionally run up and down my spine.  It made me go all tingly.   His other hand just touched and held the hem of my skirt and then rested on my knee.  Sometimes his fingers stroked my thigh.”

“And did you like that?”

“Well it felt kind of odd.   I did look at Rebecca about what I should do but she was quite impassive and just nodded at me when I tried to look questioningly at her.  I started to realise that I was getting in Freddie’s way.   She was getting impatient and I could hear her making comments behind me.   They sounded  increasingly grumpy but Mr.V just seemed to ignore her.   After a bit, Rebecca said to her, ‘Freddie, why don’t you go over and see some of your friends?’ 

“Freddie got up from the sofa.   As she got up she said in a very pointed way, ‘I hope you like your new boyfriend.’

“Rebecca looked a bit annoyed while I felt quiet embarrassed but Mr.V seemed to think her words were directed at me.   He said, ‘Oh Andy, I’m sorry.   I didn’t mean to …’ I told him not to worry.   I said it was OK and that we were just chatting.   But although there was now a space on the sofa where Freddie had been, he didn’t take me off his lap.   If anything I wanted to stay there just to prove to Freddie that we were just having a nice chat.”

“Oh Andy,” exclaimed Jane with exasperation.

“But Auntie, we were just talking.”

“Yes, but how do you think things get started?   Honestly Andy.”

“But he seemed like a nice man.”

“I’m sure he was.”

“Anyway we just kept on talking with Rebecca occasionally commenting or helping the conversation along.   After a while I saw Mr.V looking a bit distracted and staring across the room.   I followed his gaze and saw Freddie on her knees unzipping a man and starting to give him a blowjob.   Although there’d been a lot of other naughtiness going on, some of it more extreme, that seemed to capture his attention as her tongue flicked against and moistened the cock head before she started to slide her lips along the shaft.   I felt his hand tighten round my thigh and became very aware of his other curled round the nape of my neck.   I turned away and we went back to talking although I could see he was distracted and kept glancing over at Freddie.   At this point, the clock chimed one.   Rebecca said, ‘I think that’s your shift complete, Andy.  I think it’s time we got you to bed.’  I was quite sorry to say goodbye to Mr.V but after my earlier attraction to Freddie I really didn’t want to see her with another man’s cock in her mouth or what might follow.  I also realised I was feeling quite tired and it had been a long day.   Mr.V let me get up off his lap and then stood.  And then gave me cheek kisses to say farewell and thank me for the chat. 

“Maybe Rebecca wanted her own time with Mr.V?” queried Jane. 

“Maybe but first she took me to my bedroom.   There were still some coats and bags in it.   She said that they’d be gone soon and that I should have a shower and get to bed.  She gave me some wipes and cream to remove my make-up.   I went into the en suite and locked the door. It was good to get out of my dress.  The latex was all wet and sticky inside - that’s going to need a good wash. I rinsed it out and hung it out above the bath since I thought I’d need to wear it in the morning. 

“As I wiped off my foundation, I could see in the mirror I was starting to get some light stubble: Freddie had been right.   After my shower I felt clean and refreshed but was still ready for bed. While I was in the little bathroom, I could hear some guests going in and out of the bedroom taking their coats.   There was a towelling robe on the back of the door so fortunately I could get out of the en suite.   I put on the robe and went back in to the bedroom.   I put the few remaining coats and bags, and put them on a chair by the door.   Then I took off the robe and climbed into the king-size bed.   It was comfy and warm, although I felt weird and a bit uncomfortable trying to sleep wearing both a cock cage and a buttplug.”

“You were still wearing that thing too?”

“Well I took it out in the shower, but Rebecca hadn’t told me to stop wearing it so I got some of the cold cream and put it back in.  After wearing it all evening, it went back in quite easily.  It was much less of a challenge than the black one you fitted me with.”

“Yes, you still need more practice with that,” Jane sniggered.

“Perhaps.   Anyway, I turned out the light, snuggled down and started to drift off to sleep.   The party was quietening down although occasionally people flipped on the light to collect their coats.  But they left me undisturbed.  I don’t think most of them even knew I was in the bed.”

“So you should have got a good night’s rest.”

Parts 12 to 15 to follow.