Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 23 - Andy 00:50 Sunday morning

Part 23 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 23     - Andy      00:50 Sunday  morning

The telephone beside Mr.V rang.

"Just a moment, Andy.   Do you mind if I take this?  It may be New York."

Andy’s eyes widened.   He gave a little nod to continue: "Naturally."

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

Andy had decided that he liked Mr.V.  He was charming and polite. And although he didn't want to admit, Andy thought he was handsome too. 

"How's what going?"

Mr.V might be dressed a bit boring in loafers, beige chinos and a crisp tailored blue shirt - classic dull business casual in Andy's eyes - but with a nice face and his five o'clock shadow becoming more of a rugged stubble, he was almost quite sexy.  Then Andy remembered those stubby cheeks.  He’d brushed against them as well as a long, sinuous tongue.  Andy had a little frisson of pleasure.  Forget ‘almost', definitely sexy.

"Very nicely, thank you."

Andy could only catch part of the conversation.

"Really!"

Mr.V seemed quite exasperated.

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

It sounded to Andy like quite a tense discussion.

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

Andy wished he could help Mr.V but didn't know what to do.

"That's not right."

Harry was clearly holding his ground in the negotiation

"Oh, I thought you meant ..... "

It seemed there had been a misunderstanding and things might not be as bad.

"Oh.   Do you have to? "

Mr.V seemed surprised.

"What do you mean: 'Thank you '? "

There was further apparent confusion.

"Oh. ...........What?"

Mr.V looked worried.

"Oh, no!"

Something was clearly not right.

"You wouldn't."

Mr.V looked anxious.  He again looked at Andy with concern in his eyes.  Andy got up from the sofa.  He didn't know what to do.  He went and knelt beside Mr.V's armchair.

"Please, don't."

While Mr.V's left hand held the receiver close to his ear, his right hand was gripping the arm of his chair.  His fingers were digging into the soft leather and his knuckles were white.  Andy softly touched Mr.V's taut hand and put his own delicate paw on top.  It looked small by comparison. 

Mr.V looked at Andy and tried to smile but it was more of a grimace.   "That's so unfair," he growled into the phone.   "Please, no.  I can't.   Not like this," he pleaded.   It was getting worse.  "Ruined? "

It sounded desperate.  The people in New York were obviously threatening to destroy Mr.V's company if he didn't comply with their demands.

"Lloyds?"

Andy wasn’t sure if Mr.V meant the bank or the insurer.   Whichever, it didn’t sound good: serious finance was in play.   He looked up at Mr.V hoping to feel reassured but Harry was gazing at the floor.  He squeezed Mr.V's hand.   Mr.V looked up and gazed into Andy’s eyes.  "Only when the time is right."   At least it seemed like Mr.V still had some control.   "But it's not like that," and Andy's hopes that Mr.V might survive this crisis started to fade.

"Maybe." There was a long pause and then Mr.V put the receiver down.

"Is everything OK?" asked Andy.  "It sounded like a real crisis."  Without even realising it, Andy was stroking the back of Mr.V's hand.   He looked up into Mr.V's eyes.  "Can I help?"

"You're very kind Andy but there's nothing you can do."

"I'm so sorry.  Poor you."   And as a natural response and attempting to give comfort, Andy lifted himself from his haunches and kissed Mr.V on the cheek.  His lips grazed against the slightly rough, stubbly surface.  Mr.V turned to him in astonishment.  Their eyes met.  "I'm so sorry ... I didn't mean ..."

"Oh Andy, don't apologise.   You're so sweet."  He stared at Andy for what were only a few seconds but to Andy felt like an eternity. And then it happened.  Mr.V lifted himself slightly from his seat, leaned across to the right and kissed Andy on the lips.  Andy sensed what was coming and puckered slightly.  It was only a brief kiss but Andy got a surge of pleasure.  This time it was Mr.V's turn to recoil and turn his head away with embarrassment.  "Sorry, I shouldn't have…. Please forgive me.  That was wrong of me. I didn't mean to take advantage."

"Don't worry, you didn't.  I would like to be forgiven for a lot more," and with that Andy raised himself again and kissed Mr.V firmly on the lips.   Their lips parted and their eyes met.  They looked into each other's for a minute, both trying to grasp the enormity of what was happening between them, and then Andy cocked his head slightly to one side and their lips locked together.  Andy felt Mr.V's hands ruffling the hair at the back of his head then clasping it.  Andy opened his mouth slightly and found Mr.V's tongue against his: the same long sensuous tongue that he'd felt once before when it had tickled and penetrated his anus.  Now it was altogether more delicate.  It felt to Andy so natural and right.    Their tongues exchanged licks and twirled against each other. Then Andy felt himself lifted and he found himself entwined with Mr.V in his armchair.  They changed from one long kiss to a series of little pecks.  "So can you forgive me?"

"Oh Andy, of course. And you, me?”

"Thank you.  You're wonderful and kind."  Andy kissed him again.  Then he asked, "Can you let me go a minute, please?"

"Why?"

"It's hurting."

"What's hurting?  I never meant to hurt you."

"Oh Harry, it's nothing you've done." Andy realised that for the first time he'd used Mr.V's first name without even thinking.  "It's just I'm very uncomfortable. I need to get out of this dress."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"No.  I don't mean what you're thinking; although I may need your help.  Please can you unzip me?"

"If that's what you want."  Andy stood up and turned his back on Mr.V.  He had total trust. He felt Mr.V stroke the nape of his neck.

"Be careful with the latex, it may tear."

"I will honey."

'Honey. Honey? Honey!' Andy couldn't believe he'd just been called 'Honey' by Mr.V.  Mr.V carefully held the together the top of the centre seams and slid the zip down to the small of Andy's back." That's fine, thank you. " Andy pulled his arms out of the sleeves and shimmied free, rolling the red latex down his legs and  stepped out of the dress. 

Mr.V gasped: "You're not wearing panties!"  

"No.  Auntie says it would ruin the lines of my dress. "

"She's right about that.”   But Mr.V was astonished for other reasons: not only were there no panties but there had been nothing to disrupt the sheer front of the dress.  And almost inexplicably, it looked like Andy had pussy lips but no cock.    “But you poor thing.  Have you had surgery since we met at Bex’s?”

“No!” replied Andy in shock.     “I wouldn’t want that.   No, I’m just a bit tied up.”

“What?  Have you been like that all evening?"

"Well, yes. "

"I didn't know how you got that effect.   Almost like a ..... like a ......"

"Like a 'camel toe'?"

"Er, yes.  Sorry."

"No need to apologise.  Just a little technique Auntie has said a girl like me needs to use. Except this time it's a bit different."

"But where are your testicles?  Surely she's not had you castrated?"

"Oh no."

"Thank goodness for that.  That would be so cruel."

"Would it?   I don't know.   Though sometimes  I suppose I do need them,” Andy said with a shy smile.  “I am rather attached to them.”

“But they’re not there.”

“Oh, they are.  My balls are sitting in the little channels from where they descended.  Auntie taught me to massage them up there.  Then I pull my penis back between my legs.   All you can see are the finishing touches when a little bit of tape holds everything secure, so it looks from the front like I have pussy lips."

“So that’s why ….”

"Yes, you don’t need to say.  It's just normally in a little cloth pouch that pulls back and fastens to a thin belt I can usually wear under my dress.  Except that's not really possible in skin-tight latex.  Please, I need unfastening.  It did get very uncomfortable when you were kissing me."  Andy smiled.

“I thought you were kissing me?"  replied Mr.V.   Both stopped and looked embarrassed. There was a difficult pause. "Oh gosh, sorry.  I don't know what I was thinking of."

"No need to apologise.  You're a good kisser," Andy said with another shy smile.  "Would you like to try again?" and the young sylph, naked except for his Louboutins, stood on tiptoe and, with upturned face and pleading puckered lips, looked up at the tall man who bent down and kissed him.  It was a soft lingering kiss and Andy wobbled on his heels and needed Mr.V to support and hold him.  "See!  But please can we stop before it starts hurting again."

"But I'm not doing anything!"

"Oh, but you are.  Would you help, please? "

"Of course." 

"I need unfastening. Do you have any kitchen towel? "

"Yes."

"Please can you get some?   It should be OK but just in case."  Mr.V went to the kitchen and returned moments later with a roll of kitchen paper.   Andy parted his legs slightly.  "Put a few sheets down between my shoes.  You may need to kneel down for this."

"They are very pretty shoes. "

"Yes.  Louboutins.  They’re lovely.   Auntie bought them for me.  They’re very expensive."

"But the heels are so high .  How do you manage to walk in them?"

"Practice.  Just like any girl," Andy said with a smile, "and these are only give five inch heels.  I'm hoping that one day Auntie will let me have a pair of Zanotti's with six or six and a half inch heels. "

"I'll buy you a pair," offered Mr.V.

"Oh that's so sweet of you.  You really shouldn’t.  We hardly know one another."  This time it was Andy's turn to bend down and give a little kiss to Mr.V.  "Now, let me bend over.  You'll see what you need to do."  Andy turned and leaning forward supported himself by resting his hands on the arms to the leather armchair.  He heard Mr.V gasp.  You just need to untie the bow then unloop it."

Mr.V stared at the bright red jewel with a narrow shiny steel perimeter shining from Andy's anus.  A red ribbon was tied in a bow around the base of the jewel.  Mr.V undid the bow and found the ribbon had been wound several times around the shank.  He had the dawning realisation that the jewel was attached to a plug that was filling Andy's bottom.  Andy had been plugged all the while they'd been talking.  "Do you want this out?"

“No, not yet.  Just undo the ribbon please."  Mr.V stared at Andy's jewel.  He clearly didn't mind wearing a plug.  Rebecca had said he'd been trained.  When he'd unwound the ribbon from the plug, Andy's cock hung down with ribbon trailing.  It had been wrapped from base to just below the glans, interlaced and double twined with ribbon like a capstan and pulled back hard so that it had sat flush against his perineum with the tip just touching the edge of the jewel. No wonder Andy's latex dress had such perfect clean lines. 

"So, no cock cage?"

"No.   No cock cage.   There's no need when I'm in a 'cache sex', although it does allow me a little more freedom, " Andy said with a smile.  "No padlock this time either.  Can you untie the rest of me, please?"

Mr.V carefully undid the knots on the double wound ribbon.  He noticed some slippery fluid had been leaking from Andy's cock despite the tight binding. "There," said Mr.V as the last of the ribbon came down: Andy's limp cock flopped down and his balls descended to fill their small sac.   Andy turned then realised too late his crotch was right in front of Mr.V's face.  To his shock and then delight, Mr.V lowered himself slightly and kissed the tip of his cock.

"Please, no.  I need to go to the toilet."

"Do you need your plug out first? "

"Yes, I probably should."  Without needing to ask, Mr.V put his right hand between Andy's thighs and grasped the rim of the jewel.

“I may be a bit messy," warned Andy.  Mr.V gathered a sheet of kitchen paper in his left hand.  The soft tip of Andy's cock tickled against Mr.V 's wrist.  As Mr.V started to twist and pull the metal plug, Andy's cock started to stir.  At the same time his ring tightened, as if unwilling to surrender the plug.    Mr.V pulled harder and Andy's anus began to part.   Mr.V slackened his grip and the plug rose back up inside Andy's rectum and nestled again against his prostate.  Andy's cock began to stiffen.  Mr.V tried a second time with a similar response. When the plug slid back in this time, Mr.V closed his lips around the engorged head of Andy's penis that was now pointing towards the ceiling.   Mr.V licked and then slid his lips down the shaft. His left hand now held Andy's right buttock, while his right pulled again on the metal plug.  As he sucked hard with his tongue lapping against the ventral  underside, he pulled again on the jewelled base.   Andy relaxed, his eyes closed and his arms stretched upwards like a cat purring with delight and he felt an intense wave of pleasure.  His anus dilated and the plug was free. A dribble of liquid and lube trickled on to the Persian rug.  Mr.V didn't notice.  He was too busy sucking the cock of the pretty girl in front of him while clutching the heavy stainless steel butt plug in his right hand.

"Please stop.  That's so nice but I really do need to go to the loo.  And I think I've dribbled on your carpet. "  Mr.V opened his mouth and released the penis that continued to stand proudly erect. "Which way's the bathroom?" Mr.V pointed and he watched as the whippet  like figure walked sinuously on his 5" heels across the hard wood floor, clicking all the way.   Tight, pert little buttocks swayed from side to side: buttocks that until moments ago had been harbouring a monstrous butt plug that easily exceeded the girth of his own cock and was only an inch or two less in length.   His Auntie had certainly been training him for something but the sheer weight and size of the thing must have kept him permanently conscious of its presence.   He could hear the echo of Andy's tinkling urine in the bathroom.   He swiftly wiped up the slimy little pool from the rug and laid the plug on a bed of kitchen paper.  

Mr.V went to the guest bathroom to flush away the soiled paper and wash his hands.  When he got back, Andy was stood by his armchair and the plug was no longer on the occasional table.  "Sorry I took so long but it takes a while for me to get going after I've been tethered for so long.  And it's also not easy having a pee when you've got an erection," he said with a shy smile. "Could I have drink, please?"

“What would you like?”

“Oh, just water.  Sparkling water if you've got it.  I'm always hesitant about drinking very much when I'm like that. "

"Understandably.  Are you warm enough?"

"Your apartment's warm but I do feel a bit chilly.".

"Have a drink while I get you something. "  Mr.V got some Perrier from the fridge, then disappeared to a side room and returned carrying a folded blue woollen garment.  "Will this do?"

Andy stopped sipping the cool water.  "Yes, that's perfect," said Andy after slipping on a long , baggy fisherman's jersey.   It hung loosely down and covered his bum although his now limp, little cock managed to peep out below the front hem.  Mr.V  realised that the red jewel was again glistening between Andy’s bum cheeks.  Despite the heaviness of the plug, his pretty friend had returned his  toy to its natural home.  It looked like the perfect adornment.

“Shall we sit down will you finish your drink?  Are you sure you don’t want a coffee?”

“Maybe I will.  I know it’s late but can I have an Espresso, please?”

“Yes, of course.  It is getting late.”  Mr.V loaded a pod into the Nespresso machine.   While it whirred and hissed into life, he asked: “Do you want to go home?”

“I don’t think that would meet the rules of the Auction.   I think I’m to be with you till the morning.   The driver said she’d pick me up then although she didn’t specify the time.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.   I can drive you – I’ve only had one whisky – or I can call you a cab?”

Andy looked wistful.   “Let’s see.   I was enjoying our chat and I’d like to drink my coffee, please.”

Mr.V handed Andy a small cup then put another pod into the machine.  “I normally prefer decaf in the evenings but I can see we may be talking for a while.”   Andy stood beside him and didn’t make a move to sit down.  When the machine had stopped hissing, Mr.V took his cup and went back to his wide leather armchair.  Andy followed behind. 

“May I?”


end of Part 23

 

 

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 21 - Andy 20:40 Saturday evening

 Part 21 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 21     - Andy      20:40 Saturday evening   

“Oooh, Auntie!   That’s just like mine!” Andy exclaimed as another model strutted down the catwalk. 

“Yes, dear.   William Wilde does such nice dresses.   But you look better than her in it.   At least I won’t need to buy that one.”

The fashion show and auction had been going for nearly ten minutes and Aunt Jane had already placed orders for many different items.  She kept pressing the little key pad that she’d been given to take bids.  

“Why do they call it an Auction, Auntie?   No one’s competing for the items.  It’s just a fashion show where you can place orders.”

“I don’t know darling.   Just keep watching.  The prices are good though.   Do you like that?”  A model was walking with very short steps in a tight hobble skirt.

“It looks lovely but for you or for me?”

“For you, naturally,” said Jane.   Jane keyed in another order.  She’d already ordered several dresses, pairs of leggings in both cherry red and black, a bolero jacket, as well as latex stockings and lingerie for her young companion.  She’d even indulged in a latex hood with a detachable ponytail, as well as a three of wide latex collars, one plain with just D-rings and the others studded with the words ‘Sissy’ and “Boy”.   That would avoid any confusion at parties.   She also bought a latex hunting outfit for each of them since the Sisterhood’s quarterly hunt was later in the month.   The riding crop was just for her though in case Andy got any ideas.   For him, she'd ordered a red latex fox catsuit with hood and tail so she could have a little pursuit of her own when they were home. The final item on the catwalk was a shimmering opalescent mermaid dress that she couldn’t resist.   She ordered two: one for her and one for Andy.  She wanted to ensure that they were the stars at the Hunt Ball.

All the models came back on to the stage.   “And that concludes this part of the Auction,” boomed an announcement from the stage.   “Wasn’t that fabulous?   Give them all a big hand. ”   There was tumultuous applause as the models gave a last strut across the stage and then trooped off.   “Just time to place any final orders. Remember you won’t see prices like these in the shops or on-line.  Only The Sisterhood can get such amazing deals.  And now, Colin and Simon will come round sorting out your payments while dessert is served.  Please have your terminals ready.” 

“How much have you ordered, Auntie?” whispered Andy.   Two maids wearing flouncy French maid dresses with layered petticoats had come into the back of the room and were starting to go round the tables.  Each had a hand-held credit card machine. 

“A lot.   But it will be worth it.   Now let me just sort payment.”    Jane passed her terminal to one of the maids. 

“That’ll be two thousand nine hundred and seventy pounds, please Madam,” said a somewhat gruff voice that hardly went with her stylish uniform.    Jane proffered her credit card.   “Sorry, debit card only, Ma’am.”

“But I’m not sure I’ve got the balance on that,” protested Jane.

“That’s the rules, Madam.  Debit only.  We can always knock some items off but you’ll be missing some bargains.”

“I know.  Let me see if it’ll go through.   I may just have the balance in my current account.”   Jane put her credit card back in a little wallet and withdrew her debit card and pushed it into the machine.

“PIN, please.”   Jane punched in four digits.   The transaction seemed to stall for a while.  “Don’t worry, it’s slow tonight,” said the maid.   Then the machine whirred and printed out a little slip.  “Yes, that all seems to be OK.”  The maid handed the receipt to Jane.  “Many of your items will be packed and bagged for when you leave.  The rest will be delivered in the next 3 working days.  I guess you won’t be bidding in the next Auctions.”

“Next auction?” squeaked Andy.   “But I thought that was the Auction.  The L in Gala was for Latex.”

“We’ll see dear,” said Jane.   “Eat your dessert.”   Jane just wanted to get to  the dancing.

end of Part 21

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

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

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