Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 11 - Jane 23:45 Saturday evening

Part 11 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.

Drink this, it will help,” said the voice coming from behind her.   There was a tearing “Drink this, it will help,” said the voice coming from behind her.   There was a tearing sound and light suddenly flooded Jane’s eyes: her mask had been removed.  Jane blinked hard.  Andy had gone.    “Be careful how you suck.”   Jane tried to focus but it was difficult trying to stare down at her nose at the funnel and plastic tube being fastened to the protrusion from her mouth.  Leather straps harnessed the contraption to her head.    A bottle of liquid was tipped into the funnel.   A spurt of warm, sour liquid entered her mouth and hit the back of her throat.   Jane started to choke under the deluge.  "Use your tongue to control it. "  Jane put her tongue on the Jap's eye of the rubber penis filling her mouth and tried to swallow.  The fluid tasted disgusting.   "Don't gag. You don’t want to make yourself sick. You need to stay hydrated." Jane slowly got control of the flow.   Steadily she sucked on the little penis.  “That's better.  You may want to think about what your boy might be sucking on now.”   Jane tried to turn to show her distaste and anger but was halted by a sharp blow across her naked buttocks.  She grimaced and rocked on her knees but was prevented from tipping forward by the chain attached to the D-rings on the leather wrist cuffs looped round the radiator pipe.   “Keep drinking.” 

Jane resumed sucking. The rubber penis urinated into her mouth.   She felt revived although she was becoming overwhelmed by anxiety.   Where was Andy?  She tried to turn round and see the rest of the room but recoiled when another crack of a whip or crop across the back of her thighs brought her up short and made her whimper. "You don't learn, do you?  You asked for this." There was a rustle of Velcro and darkness returned as the eye mask was reattached.  What was happening?   Had the men finished fucking Andy?

Jane heard metallic clicking then the clank of the chain against the radiator pipe.  "Stand up," she was instructed "and follow your lead.   I'm taking you to the bathroom."  For the first time Jane felt pleased since she needed to relieve herself.  The chain attached to her wrist cuffs was released while another chain clipped to the metal collar around her neck was tugged and she tottered forward on her heels: at least they'd not taken her Louboutins.   The thick pile carpet changed to a hard ceramic floor.  She clicked forward several yards.  Jane guessed she must be in one of the luxury suites at the top of The Plaza.

Jane's wrists were grasped and she was told to bend forward.  "This won't take a minute." Jane felt a little belt tighten round her waist and then a dildo was slid into her pussy.  "How charming.  You're nice and wet.  Did you enjoy hearing those gimps fucking your sissy?" Jane sputtered into her gag.  "He took them so well.    We had to take him away, otherwise he'd have exhausted them.   I think Andie's downstairs now, probably sucking off the kitchen staff and the night porters.  Such a good girl!  I guess your training must have left him wanting proper cock.  Anyway we don't want you feeling left out.   The curved, padded base of the dildo nestled against Jane's clit and was held in place while a greased finger started to probe her anus.    "Relax, Jane.  We know you like large plugs: we've seen what you get your sissy to take.  Mmmm, let’s see.”  A second finger entered her.   “Well, you never got like that from taking your sissy's little cock and we shouldn't need to remind you that it would be against the Rules of the Sisterhood if you had. 'Rule 6: No trainee is allowed to sodomise his or her Mistress.'  You must have a lover who likes some regular Backstreet Love, either that or you wear a plug occasionally." 

More fingers started to work in and out of her anus. She could feel thick hard grease being packed into it along with the digits.   "Do you like Crisco?  It’s good for this. Four fingers! You can do it, girl". Jane gulped which caused her to suck hard on the penis in her mouth. There was a whistle of air. 

“Oh, you are a thirsty girl,”  said another voice.  “Do you want more?”   There was a glug and more fluid filled her mouth.  “You must like piss?  I wonder if she likes water sports too?  We’ll have to see.” 

Jane tried wrinkle her mouth in disgust but it just caused more fluid to spurt aganist the back of her   Her recoil was halted as the fingers pressed harder into her bottom and pressed against the wall of her filled vagina.  Jane’s concern for Andy had turned into fear for herself.   Was she going to be fisted?   She sucked the rubber penis like a comforter and distraction.   "That's a good girl.”  The fingers settled although remained wedged  inside her.  “Suckle on Daddy’s tit.”   Jane drank.  She starting to feel a little light headed and even excited.      “There you go.  Have some more.”  As even more liquid was poured into the funnel, the fingers were removed and the bulbous head of a plug started to press against her well lubricated anus.  It felt huge.   Jane couldn't believe how wide it felt.    Suck your nice cock and breathe out, slowly." As Jane exhaled another pair of hands gripped her waist and the domed head of the plug was brusquely forced in.   Jane emitted a muffled scream of pain as she felt stretched to the extreme.  The pain lessened once the widest point had passed. Jane expected it to sound deep in her rectum but instead felt a large lump inside her while the wide flanged base of the plug pressed against her bottom.  Although her anus had tightened round the neck of the plug, it didn't seemed to have closed.   The stretching had eased a little after the shocking penetration but her arsehole remained resolutely open. 

throat causing her to gag.

Jane tried to expel the plug and the dildo but had no chance.  "Oh no, Jane, they're staying put."  Deft fingers linked the plug and dildo together and connected them by delicate light chains to her belt.  Now you need to settle down for the night while we enjoy the sissy some more.  You can't very well go to bed given the laxatives you've been drinking.   Let's get you in the bath.  "Boys!  In here."  There was heavy foot fall in the bathroom floor and seconds later Jane was picked up quite roughly as hands gripped her ankles and under her shoulders and lifted her into the bath.  Jane shivered as her back and bottom touched the cold enamelled surface.  It was clearly a long, luxury bath: Jane's heels touched one end while her head rested against a cushioned headrest. 

"A couple more things: don't try struggling and if you need to go, then you'll have to go where you are. Your collar is tied to the towel rail and your feet are tied to the taps.  And don't think you can listen in on what we're doing, we've got a little show just for you. Relax and enjoy the ASMR soundtrack although I don't think you'll get much sleep."  

Low level white noise filled Jane's ears followed by a very soft, female voice speaking slowly but clearly.  She left long pauses between each word.  "Single ....... Sullen........ .. Sissy..... .. Sitting......... Silently ...Sexy .....Sissy .........Seduced .......Sissy .....Softly ........... Sucking ........ Slowly ........  Slurping ......... Salty ........Semen ...........  Sluttish... ..... Silly ...... Sissy .........Spread ........Splayed  ........ Sodomised ........ Squirming  ....... Squealing ........  Spitted ........  Sissy .......Spitroast. ….Still ......... Sucking ......... Ceaselessly ....... Sodomised ......... Sissy ......Slimy .... ...Arsehole ........ Shameless ........  Sissy ….. Simple  ........  Sissy ........ Serving ............. Sissy...... Satisfied.....    Sissy ......  Sucking  ........ Sissy...........Sodomised...... Sissy...... Sucking ......Sissy .......... Sodomised ........ Sissy ......  Sucking  ........ Sissy...........Sodomised ………… Sissy ......... Single ........ Sullen.... Sissy ….. Sitting ….. ".   It looped and started again. It sounded like a mantra that Jane was compelled to listen to again and again.  Each time it reached the final, the dildo in her pussy began to vibrate.  Just enough to get Jane excited and make her squirm, but not enough to take her further.   

As she lay in the bath, Jane worried about what was happening to Andy. Her Andrew.   What were they doing to him now?  She had problems of her own.  She couldn't help it but the chant kept making her think of her beautiful boy with his lips wrapped around a cock.   Her lovely boy being fucked by a hard cock.  Her boy yelping as his virginity was taken.   Her thoughts about him squirming with pleasure with a real cock inside him and the throbbing of her vibrator making her moist.  She’d always dreamed about Andy’s first time hoping it would be tender and loving.  Perhaps she’d even be there herself?   Supporting and holding him as he was penetrated by one of her lovers, or as a welcome chaperone with one of his.   Maybe even parting him and guiding the cock in?   Kissing and hugging him as the cock started to slide in and out of his pert little bottom.  Shedding a tear with him as he basked in the relaxing warm stillness after he’d brought his first partner to orgasm.  And she hoped, given her training, holding him as he quaked and climaxed himself, under his lover’s thrusts with cum spluttering hands free from his cock.  Treated right, her boy would never need to wank.

And then Jane sensed that she was sitting on something warm.   She squirmed serving only to make it coat the back of her thighs. The smell of excrement filled the air. She'd shat herself.    With a feeling of deep disgust and self-loathing Jane realised that she had no control over her bowels: she’d been fitted with a tunnel plug.  She wasn’t just being stretched, she’d been left open.   She wanted to call out to be cleaned or at least hosed down but the penis gag in her mouth prevented that. Jane wrinkled her nose in revulsion as she smelt the faeces soiling her bottom and legs.   Then as the vibrations in her pussy subsided once more and Jane unclenched her pelvic floor, she started to pee.  It was just a dribble at first and she tried to stop it.  The warm liquid dribbled along her thighs then under her calves making its way down the floor of the bath.  Jane knew her lovely Louboutins would be ruined. 

Tears filled Jane's eyes.  What had become of her?   She'd been so silly.  She'd wanted to attend the GALA and show them that she deserved to be a superior member of The Sisterhood with the prettiest feminised boy imaginable.   And where was she now?  Degraded and humiliated.  Stripped and bound in front of her young lover while he was sodomised.  He had been taken from her and was being used by whomever The Sisterhood chose.  She had lost her virgin boy.   What had she been thinking?

As Jane morosely listened to the chanting in her ears she felt something warm, soft and slightly firm fall on her breasts.  Then another and another.  Then there was a stream of warm liquid cascading on her breasts and tummy.  She was getting a hosing down but not the type she wanted.  Someone had sat on the edge of the bath and defecated on her.    Jane wriggled in the bath but there was nothing she could do to shift the turds resting on her chest.   A strong aroma of chocolate and shit filled the air.  

end of Part 11

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

Missing my Stable Girl

A little Stable Girl tale (tail? from a lonely Stallion.  Hope Amanda likes it.

With her Stable Girl away, the Stallion was required for general duties.  No special treatment.  She was harnessed and made to pull sulkies like the other ponygirls.  Amanda's Master made the mistake one day of pairing her with a sweet little filly. With no blinkers fitted and not being milked for over two weeks, the Stallion became over-excited.  Master had to apply the whip harshly.  Blinkers would definitely be fitted in future

When she got back to the Stable, the Stallion gazed admiringly at Dobbin.  She hadn't seen her Stable Girl for so many days.  She felt ungroomed and neglected.  It was such a shame she was plugged and bridled.  And would Dobbin rise for her?

As Dobbin stiffened, the Stallion felt a presence behind her.  It was her lovely Stable Girl.  Maybe Master wasn't pleased either that she'd been away so long since she'd been bridled  too, but at least she hadn't been caged.  The Stable Girl removed the Stallion's plug and slowly slid herself inside.  The Stallion shuddered with joy.  Amanda was home and happy.

Master returned to the Stable and found Amanda pumping the Stallion who was now sweating and stiff. He unbridled them  since both were breathing hard and spittle was dripping from their bits. 
Master was excited by the sight of the firm, glistening horse flesh and eased Amanda aside.  The Stallion was disappointed to feel his Stable Girl withdraw,   but comforted when Master's smooth, hard member pressed into her and started to probe deeply.  Soon Master was keeping up a gentle rhythm and Amanda stood astride and stroked her Stallion. She was proud of how well he was taking her Master and how stout his erection remained.  It was a shame she wasn't being allowed to do it herself but it was good to see her Stallion being pleasured.   Her groin lingered near Master's face but realised it was a forlorn hope that Master might lick her cock. She was just the  house's Rubber Maid and Stable Girl.  She would never receive such favour.

The excitement of seeing his pretty girl stood over the Stallion and her cock rising in pleasure at seeing her pony fucked so fully by her strong Master was too much for him.  Although he loved Mistress, he had been missing Amanda too.   He withdrew from the poor Stallion who again felt neglected, and bent  the Stable Girl down like a doggy, kneeling over her frustrated Stallion.  Amanda smiled and relaxed - she knew what was coming.  She had longed for her firm Master too and dilated instantly as his cock nuzzled against her behind. His moist shaft still stiff from the Stallion started to thrust rhythmically into her. He gripped the heels of her boots to gain greater purchase and started to pummel and grind his groin against  her butt cheeks. Amanda knew what she had been missing.  That firm touch of her Master was so comforting.   She felt double pleasure as she felt the Stallion's soft mouth close around her cock and start to lick and suck her.  Her Stallion was always there for her.  Amanda sensed what  was lacking and gently slid the butt plug tail back into the Stallion: at least her pony would  feel full even if it was just a rubber plug rather than a nice warm cock.  Then she closed her mouth around her Stallion.  She knew Mistress wouldn't really approve knowing that her Stallion was really there for dressage and to provide a practice bottom, and that any relief was only meant to come from milking.  But this was a special day: she had returned.  She would lick her Mistress and prepare her for Master later.  Both Amanda and her Stallion were so desperate that they came quite quickly, filling each other's mouths with delicious sissy cream, but both kept their mouths wrapped around each others cocks, sucking and swallowing, until Master finally released himself and filled the Stable Girl's bottom.   The Stallion opened his mouth and finally let go of the  Stable Girl's cock. Master's cum oozed and dripped from the Stable Girl's anus  as he started to lick her bottom clean.

After licking clean the Stable Girl, it was time to be plugged and harnessed again. 

The Stallion was surprised to be harnessed beside his Stable Girl with the pretty filly next to Amanda.  Amanda was still excited both by her Stallion, the pretty filly, the touch of her Master (and his whip) and the sheer delight of being home with the friends she loved.  The Stallion was happy and content.  His Stable Girl was home and she had drained him.  What more could a Stallion want?

At last the ride ended.  Amanda went back to the house and left Stallion in the stable for the night.  The Stallion was happy and contented.  She was plugged and tired.  She would sleep well.  Her Stable Girl was home.

I am indebted to Colleen.Eris for these lovely drawings.  Thanks Colleen. xxx