Showing posts with label feminised. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feminised. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 June 2020

Will's Helping Hand and Alisia

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

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

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


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

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

Wednesday, 25 December 2019

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

Part 31 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  31  – Jane and Andy  11:40 Sunday morning  



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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t worry, Auntie.”

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

“Yes, Auntie.”

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“You don’t need to be.” 

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

“So it was Mr.V?”

“Yes, Auntie.”  

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

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

“Did you like him?

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Wasz he kind?

“Yes, Auntie?”

“Wasz he gentle?”

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

“Doesh he have a nice cock?”

“Really, Auntie!” squeaked Andy indignantly.

“Well doesh he?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

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

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

“Did he…?”

“Did he what, Auntie?”

“Did he fuck you, dear?”

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

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

“No, Auntie.”

“But I ashshumed ….”

“No, Auntie.”

“But didn’t he want to?”

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

“What!  I don’t undershtand. 

“He said it seemed wrong.”

“Did you want him to?”

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

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

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

“No they didn’t.” 

“But I heard you being fucked, Auntie.”

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

“Really?”

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

“I didn’t!” exclaimed Andy.

“What?”

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

“It wasn’t me.”

“So who was it, Auntie?”

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

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

“He did what?”

“He sucked my cock.”

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

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

“And that was all?”

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

“Oh yes …”

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

“But he had.”

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Auntie.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No I don’t think so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think so.”

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

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

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

“But I’ve never…” 

“Well there’s always a first time.” 

“Are you sure, Auntie?”

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

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

“Yes, honey.  You may.”

“But there, Auntie?”   

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

“Is your harness in the usual drawer?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Auntie”

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

“Yes, Auntie. Twice.   He came too.”

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

“Yes, Auntie. ”

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

“What’s that Auntie?”

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

“Do you want me to put William back?”

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

“The harness too?”

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

“But this should be about you.”

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

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

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

“Do you need the light on?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Auntie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Auntie. “

“Was his cum nice?”

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

“Good girl.”

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

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

“No, Auntie.  Please don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

“But who is it?”

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

“A sissy like me?”

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

“Oh.”

“You shometimes shee them.”

“Do you mean they’re a girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you all right, Auntie?   Auntie?”

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

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



end of Part 31

Saturday, 24 August 2019

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

Part 9 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.


Jane handed the keys to the black Mercedes to a waiting attendant.   “Can you park up for me, please?   I’ll be back to collect around midnight.”

“Yes, Madam,” replied the uniformed attendant.   “We’ll have it ready for you.  Just call 55 on the internal phone when you’re ready to  leave and we’ll bring it round.”

“Thank you.”   Jane pirouetted and turned on her dagger heel.   “Come along honey.  We don’t want to be late.”   The traffic had been bad and their journey had taken longer than Jane had expected.  In the hotel forecourt there had been a queue of cars waiting to be parked as well as many limousines doing drop-offs.   It had not been helped by Andy sulking most of the way.   Even with the air conditioning turned up full blast, he claimed to be getting damp and sticky inside the tight red latex dress that she and Madison had slid him into at Maison Celeste.    Jane suspected that he was largely feeling the silicon lube with which Madison had coated Andy’s body and then polished the dress to a rich reflective shine.  

“How’s ‘William’?”

“It’s big though it is comfortable to wear.  If you mean the plug.”

“Yes, dear.  It’s my gift and I wouldn’t want you to forget whose plug you’re wearing.”  Aunt Jane stopped and gave him a very hard stare.   “Remember, my approval is needed for those entering your little temple.”   Andy was rather taken aback.  “Understood?”

“Yes, Auntie.”  Although he’d  dreamed about William and Mr.V, he’d never thought seriously about being with anyone other than his Auntie.  He was her girl, after all.   But if she approved, it sounded like she was happy to share.  “But it’s rather heavy.  Maybe I should have worn my harness.”

“No darling.  That would be totally wrong with your dress.  Not with latex.  Only when naked or with something more flouncy.   You only need your harness when you want to be ready for something larger or when we play My Little Pony.   Anyway, I’m sure it won’t come it.  You wouldn’t want to lose William, would you?” 

“No, Auntie.”  

“Let William remind you how you should walk.  Those are real Louboutins after all.  You need to walk properly.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

Jane and Andy crossed the hotel lobby side by side.  Andy felt Andy’s hand slide into hers.   She held   They followed signs to the ‘Gala Fundraiser’ and entered the lift to the second floor with several other couples. People avoided eye contact in the crowded compartment although there were several giggled comments about the difficulties of heels and stairs.  Jane noticed that even with five inch heels Andy was one of the shortest in the lift.   All the ladies were powerful looking and wearing vertiginous heels.  Some gave her haughty looks.   All were accompanied by men.   Jane could see that Andy was uncomfortable in such a tight space and he felt for and held her hand.   He looked up at her doe eyed.  Jane smiled at her poor, innocent boy.   Andy gave a thin little, nervous smile back: she knew he needed to feel the love and reassurance of his Auntie.
it and gave it a little squeeze and smiled at her charge.

The lift was stuffy and cramped.    Andy gave a little yelp but didn’t say anything.   A blonde lady in an off-the-shoulder mauve dress standing behind Andy gave Jane a wink and made a downward glance.   Jane felt annoyed.   She was sure what had happened and was glad to get out of the lift when it finally stopped at the second floor.   They emerged on to a landing with many couples standing around and a few moving towards the entrance of a banqueting hall on the far side.  Jane drew Andy by the hand.  As they walked, she asked Andy what had happened in the lift.

“I don’t like to say,” he replied.  “Not with all these people around.”  He looked over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry.  No-one will hear.”  There was enough hubbub on the landing to drown out anything they said.  “Was it that lady in mauve?”

“I think so, Auntie.”

“What did she do?  Was she touching you?”

“Well she put her hand on my bum almost as soon as the lift door closed.”

“The cheek,” Jane chuckled at her pun although secretly she was annoyed that someone had taken advantage of her boy.   At least he would understand why #MeToo was important when he was on the receiving end.  “But that wasn’t when you yelped?”  

“No.”

“So why the little cry?”

“I felt her bring another hand on to my other cheek as the lift went up.   She’d got her hand on my left cheek and she put the hand of the bloke she was with on my right. ”

“But you’ve had your bum felt before.   Not least by me.   Yours is exquisite.”  She smiled at her charge trailing slightly behind her.   She seriously thought that Andy had never looked better.   With blowing red locks, he looked like a pre-Raphaelite beauty but with the modern twist of being in skin tight shiny red latex. 

“Oh it wasn’t just that.”   The lady drew one of my hands back and pressed it against the man’s crotch and squeezed.  “As I squeezed, he squeezed.   I yelped because it was hard.”

“You mean he had a hard on for you?”

“No.  It was a solid object.  He was wearing a cock cage.”

“Mmmm.   The Mistress was teasing him just as much as you.   Forbidden fruit.”

The crowd thinned as they approached the entrance.  A number of ladies and couples seemed to be   She noticed some disapproving looks from a few faces that she recognised from the Sisterhood.   A girl in a black knee length leather dress and knee high boots stood at the entrance beside a small table.   A sleeve tattoo encased her right arm.  She had a tiny headset and was checking tickets. Jane attempted to walk past the girl who stepped forward to the block the way.
observing them.

“Tickets, please?” the leathergirl requested.

Jane checked her stride making Andy bump into her.   “Silly girl,” she said to Andy sharply.    “Really,” she said to the leathergirl, “don’t you recognise me?  I’m Lady Fullerton-Jones.”

“That’s as maybe, Madam, but I need to see your ticket.”

“I’m not sure I have it with me.”   This wasn’t quite a lie on Jane’s part.   She just didn’t have a ticket at all.   She’d heard members of the Sisterhood talking about the Gala for weeks but had never received an invitation.  She was determined to go especially if it gave the opportunity to show off her progress with Andy.

“I do need to see it.”

“Look, I don't think I have it.”

“Only members are allowed.”

“Oh, I can prove that.”   Jane pulled the wide strap of the silver bangle on her wrist to one side and showed the flesh beneath to the attendant.

The attendant looked down at Jane’s ankles.   “I’m afraid that’s only one, Madam.   This is for Level Threes and above.”

“But, I’m training a second.  Can’t you see?”

“No, Madam.   Level Threes and above only,” replied the girl sharply.

“Let’s see what we can do.”  Jane pushed back her bangle and rummaged in her clutch bag. “Would this help?”   Jane held out a folded £50 note.

“Well, I’m really not sure …” replied the attendant with a little frown but come on look.

“Oh, excuse me,” said Jane and a second £50 note appeared to accompany the first.  

“Well that all seems to be in order,” said the leathergirl with a smile.  “Now let me see if I have any tickets available.”

“What?  I’ve just given you a hundred pounds,” responded a shocked Jane.

“Oh, I assumed that was just a charitable donation,” the leathergirl said with a sly grin.  “Tickets are one hundred and twenty-five pounds each, but I’m prepared to make a reduction for your pretty girlfriend if she gives me a dance later on in the evening.   Would you like that honey?”

Andy hesitated: “Well, I’m not sure ….”

“For goodness sake, Andie!  Just say ‘Yes’,” Jane instructed Andy firmly.

“Yes, Miss,” replied Andy sheepishly.

“OK, then.  Let’s say two hundred pounds for you both.”  Jane reluctantly went into her bag again and pulled another clutch of fifty pound notes from a bill clip.  “Thank you.  I hope you enjoy the evening.   Our tables have set places, but I’ll squeeze you in near the back.  What names should I put on the place settings.”

“Jane Fullerton-Jones and Andie Watson,” said Jane.  “That’s Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.”

“Great.   I suggest you get a drink at the bar while I get them to set-up for you.”  As Jane and Andy walked to bar area at the back of the room,  the leathergirl spoke into a little microphone: “I’ve got a Level One trying to gate-crash. Very uppity.   I’ve put her on Table 20 with her girlfriend.   The girlfriend’s very pretty.”

end of Part 9

Thursday, 22 August 2019

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 8 – Andy 23:40 Saturday evening

Part 8 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.


Andy felt the car come to a halt, and after the ratchet of the handbrake engaging, the chauffeuse switched off the engine.   At last the idle chatter and bland pop of night-time radio was also silenced although it had proved a distraction during the journey.   Although it felt like a large car with comfortable seats, it had not been a comfortable ride.

The driver spoke: “We’re here.”   It was a quite deep female voice.   “Time to get out.”    Andy heard the driver’s door open and the click of her heels as she walked around the car.   The nearside passenger door opened.  “Let me unbuckle you.”   Andy felt an arm press against his body and then a hand fumbling with the catch beside his right hip.   “Alright,” as the buckle released and the belt was lifted back and away from his body, “I’ll help you out.   You’ll need to swivel and slide to the left and then lift your legs out over the sill.”    Two large hands pushed under Andy’s knees and his legs were lifted and turned.  If only he could see.   Andy felt the latex of his dress squeak and catch on the leather car seat.   Andy flopped backwards.  It was hard to sit upright with the turn and his hands cuffed behind his back.    His arms were already numb from sitting against them during the ride.   The driver pulled his shoulder forward and steadied him.

“Get your feet down now.”   Andy’s heels touched the ground.  “And watch your head,” said the driver.  A hand pushed his head down slightly while another gripped his right upper arm.  “Up we go.”   With the driver’s assistance Andy stood up and straightened.  “One or two steps forward.”   Andy took short steps forward as he regained his balance.    “Lovely dress, by the way, “ said the driver.  The driver’s hand had moved to his shoulder as Andy heard the passenger door close.      “It’s only a few steps to the door.   I’ll support you all the way.  I won’t let you fall.”   The doors of the car locked with a clunk.


The driver guided the hooded Andy forward.   The cool night breeze was welcome but it also made the hood covering Andy’s face feel very soggy.  Andy wanted to splutter a word of thanks to the driver but the gag stopped any meaningful sound except gurgles and splutters.   Andy had been sucking on the rubber penis strapped in his mouth for an hour.   He felt like one of the gimps who’d been seated at their table at the GALA.  With his hands cuffed behind his back there was no way that he could remove it or cry for assistance.   He had to concentrate on breathing and swallowing the saliva that kept accumulating in his mouth but that just made him suck harder on the cock.  Since the leather buckle had been fastened behind his head, Andy felt he knew the shape and contours of the intruder as intimately as any lover: his tongue must have explored every part of the intruder - licked the bulb of the glans, probed the hole the meatus, circled the head of the corona, and glided over every raised vein on the shaft.   It was almost the only thing on which he’d been able to concentrate except wondering what was happening to Aunt Jane.  He hoped she wouldn’t be hurt.  It would be so unfair.  She’d only wanted to take him to the GALA and show him off to other members of the Sisterhood.   He did hope his Auntie was OK.   Almost but not all of his thoughts for,as he slurped and sucked on the lifelike dummy, he did ponder how it might compare to that of the nice Edward who’d asked him to dance and taken him on the ill fated trip to the toilets.  Would Edward’s cock get hard for him and be nice and firm in his delicate mouth?   Which reminded Andy, he would need to redo his lipstick.

The driver gave one or two prompts about which way to turn or when there was a step.   There was the click and hum of an intercom.  After a few brief rings, a male voice answered.  “Yes?”

“I’ve a delivery for you,” said the driver.

“I’ll buzz you through.   Floor 21.”  There was a click and Andy heard a door being pushed open.  The driver’s hand gripped Andy’s left forearm and steered him forwards.   Andy heard the click of his heels reverberate on the polished stone floor.    Another halt and then lift doors opened.  The ride was swift, smooth and silent.  

As the lift doors opened, the driver spoke: “I’ll be back for you in the morning.  Around eight o’clock.  I don’t know how many are here.  I hope they don’t bang you too hard.”   Andy felt a hand on his shoulder and a few gentle, reassuring pats, then gentle pressure to advance out of the lift.   Andy stepped forward with trepidation.  He was shaking with nerves.   It sounded like he was being delivered to a gangbang.  
  
The driver rang the bell and as she did so removed the hood from his head.   Andy was left blinking in the glare of the bright corridor light.   He closed his eyes against the glare and sucked hard on the comforter filling his mouth..   A gangbang.  Oh, dear, there would be so much cock to suck and his lipstick already needed retouching.  He did hope Aunt Jane wouldn’t mind.
  
  

end of Part 8

Thursday, 8 August 2019

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