Come in Young Man - Part 8

This is the eighth part of the story inspired by SweetAndyLatex artwork "Come in Young Man":
http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/new-art-come-in-young-man.html

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html
 
Part 8 - Sunday (6)

“Oh gosh, where was I?” said a puzzled Andy.

“You’d just said about that young girl finding you attractive and wondering whether you were active or passive.”  

“Yes, though I’m not sure she ever said ‘passive’.   Anyway Rebecca replied ’Well, it’s hard to tell.’  And this is where they started to make assumptions because of that cock cage you insisted on me wearing.    Rebecca said, ‘Her Mistress clearly thought there might be some danger so she’s been sent out quite secure.’   At this point, Rebecca once again raised the hem of my skirt and pulled my panties aside so that my cock cage was visible to Freddie.  ‘She obviously wanted to make sure that Andy didn’t get any silly ideas tonight.’”

“Well Rebecca certainly judged that correctly,” said Jane.

“’Do you think she goes with her Mistress, Mummy?’ the girl then asked coquettishly.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  For such a nice seeming girl, she seemed to have a very coarse mind.

“At least Rebecca tried to protect my dignity replying ’Frederica, that’s a very indelicate question.   What Andy and his Mistress do together is entirely up to them.   And isn’t it fun to keep guessing?   From my knowledge of Jane, I’m inclined to think she’ll have the upper hand but I don't think she’ll have caged him unless she knew that he could be a naughty boy.’   

“’I’m sure you’re right, Mummy,’ said Freddie and walked across the room towards us both.  “Do you think Andy could back and play with me and my friends sometime?’

“’Well let’s see how this evening goes first before we make any decisions on that score.   It’ll depend on what Andy wants, and of course on what her Mistress allows. Don’t stop Andy!' Rebecca instructed me to keep polishing since I’d paused during their discussion of me,  'I want my pubis to be glistening when you’ve finished so plenty of gloss, please.’  Rebecca shivered as I sprayed on more of the slick liquid.   I now wasn't so much polishing her as massaging her Mons and then sliding between the cleft of her thighs so that I could feel her clit ring through the tight latex and the outline of her labia. She was beginning to writhe a bit."

"I'm not surprised," said Jane.

"Her hand reached down and pressed mine against her groin.    'Keep doing it like that honey and I can promise you an enjoyable evening', she smiled at me."

"Well really!" exclaimed Jane.  "How dare she!"

Andy blushed, "Oh she was just teasing, Aunt Jane.  Anyway Frederica knew what was going on herself and said ’You’ll be glistening inside those jodhpurs as well as out if you let her keep polishing you like that.   Can I have a go please?   I think I need a polish too as well as a hand with my dressing.’

“’What do you need help with?’ Rebecca asked.

“’This new bra.   It needs all the straps adjusting.’

“’But your current top looks lovely, Freddie.’

“’Well, I thought I’d wear something more in keeping with our evening session and wanted the chance to show off my rings.’

“’Oh, yes.   That would be nice.  I’m sure Mr.V will like.   By the way, has he arrived?'

 "'Well there’s a tall guy in leather trousers and blue shirt wearing one of those ‘V for Vendetta’ masks just arrived, if that’s the one you mean.   He seems to have only come for the second part of the evening,’ replied Frederica.

“’That’ll be him,’ said Rebecca.  ‘Yes, let’s get you looking nice for him.   But first, let’s make sure Andy is totally secure.   I don’t want Jane worrying about her maid.   You can stop now Andy,' she siad with some regret.  'Wipe your hands and bend over the bed.’   I wiped my hands on a towel and bent forward as instructed.  ‘Now this is for your own protection, my girl.’   I heard her open a bedside draw and get something out.’

“’Oh Mummy, I didn’t know you used the ones with jewels.  Aren’t they rather heavy?’

“Well you certainly know they’re there and very hard to forget.  But they’re not over long and surprisingly comfortable,’ replied Rebecca.

“’Don’t you think that one’s too big?’ asked Freddie’

“’No, I think Jane will have done the necessary.   Now let’s moisten her up and we’ll see how easily it slips in.  Pull her panties down, Freddie.’

“I felt my panties taken down to below my knees and then a finger rubbing something cool and slippery on my anus.   I wanted to resist but it felt quite nice.  ‘There, that isn’t so bad, is it,’ said Rebecca.  ‘Let’s see if she opens.’

“’Please no,’ I said.  Too late I realised what they were going to do.  I didn’t want them to know that I had been butt-plugged before.   I didn’t want them to start guessing about what you did with me. 

“’Don’t be a silly girl, Andy,’ said Rebecca.   A finger started to probe my little hole.  ‘I’m not going to do anything that I’m sure you haven’t done already with Jane.  ‘See, that’s not so bad is it.’   She had a long finger inside me.  Just relax, dear.’   She started to rub her finger against my prostate.   I tried to move but Freddie put her hands on my shoulders and held me down.  ‘Don’t try and tell me you’re not enjoying it.  How long has Jane kept you in that cage?   You seem quite ready for this.   Look Freddie, she’s starting to drip.’   Although my cock couldn’t stiffen in the cage, I could look down and see that I was leaking wisps of pre-cum.  ‘Mmmm, you like that don’t you.  Let’s try you with some more.’  A second finger penetrated me and I groaned.  ‘She’s ready to take it.  Good, you’ve got the condom on.’   I felt something hard push against my ring.  It felt cool and hard, and more pointy than the butt plugs you use on me.  I wanted to resist but she’d relaxed and dilated me too much.   I yelped and bucked slightly as the bulbous metal head pushed through my sphincter and then my ring closed around plug’s neck.   ‘See, I told you she could take it,’ said Rebecca.  ‘There are clearly some things she likes.’

“‘You’re such a good judge of character, Mummy.   Her Mistress has trained her well’ Freddie said putting her hand out and her fingers stroked my cheeks and chin.  ‘She’s only got an hour or so left though.  She’ll soon be getting some five o’clock shadow and will need a shave.   Did you see how he started to get erect?  She’s definitely active.   Aren’t you Andy?  You’ve never touched hormones, have you?’

“I kept my eyes fixed on the ground not wanting to look her in the face.  ’No, Miss,’ I said.

“’Oh mummy, I like her more and more.  She’s so perfect.    Can she help me dress now, please?  Please.  Pretty please?’ Freddie implored.

“’Let’s just wipe her and show her what it looks like, then she can help you.’   Rebecca used the towel to wipe the end of my cock cage and any excess lube from my bottom.   Look over your shoulder, Andy.   Doesn’t that look pretty?’   I looked over my shoulder.  ‘Spread your cheeks a little honey to get the best view.’   I pulled my bottom cheeks apart slightly.  There was a large pinky red jewel glistening where my little hole should have been.  ‘Doesn’t that look lovely?’ Rebecca asked.

“I had to agree that it did. ‘Yes, Miss Rebecca,’ I said.

“’What do you say?’ said Freddie.

“’Thank you, Miss Rebecca.’

“’Stand up, Andy.   Are you comfy?’ Rebecca asked.

“I straightened and took some steps away from the bed.  I felt very full and the plug weighed heavily but I was closed tightly around its narrow neck leaving just the large round jewel Visible.  It looked wonderful.   ’Yes, Miss Rebecca,’ I replied.”  

“You’re not still wearing it are you?” asked Jane.”

“No, Aunt Jane,” Andy replied.   Once again his eyes became fixed on the table. 

Jane could see he was embarrassed again.   So the plug came out later in the evening.   Jane began to wonder who might have removed it.  “Sorry, I interrupted, darling.  Please continue.”  Jane realised she was becoming desperate to know what had happened to him. 

“Well Rebecca then said ’You have to keep that in for the rest of the evening.   If anyone tries anything, they’ll know you’re off limits, OK?’

“’Yes, Miss Rebecca,’ I replied

“’Now let’s sort out Freddie.   Where’s this bra of yours, Fred?’

 

Parts 9 to 15 to follow

Come in Young Man - Part 9

This is the ninth part of the story inspired by SweetAndyLatex artwork "Come in Young Man":
http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/new-art-come-in-young-man.html

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

Part 9 - Sunday (7)

“Freddie fetched the little bag she’d brought in and pulled out what looked like a collection of straps.  ‘Straighten these out, honey,’ she said, passing the jumble of tangled buckles and latex, ‘while I get ready.’   I tried to concentrate on sorting out the straps but couldn’t help staring as she removed her mask and then her blouse.   She looked like a younger version of Rebecca.  Perhaps my age or a bit older.”

“Sounds like you’re a bit smitten, honey,” interrupted Jane.   'I don’t know about boys.  It seems like you’re rather captivated with this girl, this ‘Freddie’.”

“Well, she was very nice looking.   Anyway, I eventually got the straps sorted and she asked me to put it on for her.   It was less a bra and more a harness.   Latex straps encircled each of her breasts and were held in place not just by a rear fastener but also by little chains attached to rings on latex choker.  Rebecca stood behind Freddie did up the bra strap and the buckle on the collar.   Two little chains hung loose from the ring in the centre of the collar.  ‘Do those up too, please,’ Freddie asked.  I didn’t know what to do.  There were no spare anchorage points on the bra.  ‘What are you waiting for,’ Freddie demanded.

“’Well, I don’t know where these go,’ I said.

“’On to my rings, of course,’ she replied.  ‘Where do you think?   Honestly Mummy, she does need more training.’

“’Seriously?’ I said.

“’Yes.  Please hurry up.  All the nice men will be taken if you don’t get a move on.’

“I knew what I had to do.   Gingerly I took the first little chain.  It was light and delicate like a safety chain on a bracelet.   I opened the clasp to attach it but it wouldn’t quite reach.”

“Honestly Andy, you’re speaking in riddles.  It can’t be hard to attach a chain to a bra,” exclaimed Jane.  “I can see why the girl was exasperated with you.” 

“It wasn’t to her bra, Auntie.   It was to her breast.   She wanted it attached to her breast.  She had gold nipple rings.”

“Oh!   I see,” replied Jane. 

“With one hand I cupped and slightly lifted her right breast while with the other I attached the little clasp to the ring.  The chain was taut and kept her breast elevated,” Andy explained.  

Jane felt jealous.   The thought of her boy with those pretty nail varnished fingers that had so recently been touching hers, holding that girl’s breasts made her envious both of him and the girl.  She started to feel rather moist.   She wanted to get Andy home as soon as possible.  “Look finish, your coffee.  We’ve been here long enough.   Let’s get home.   You can tell me the rest when we get back.”  She started to stand.   “I’m sure you’re aching to get out of that cock cage,” she tossed in as an aside.

“But I’m not wearing it Auntie.”

“What!!” People stared at them as Jane’s exclamation echoed across the coffee shop.



Parts 10 to 15 to follow. 

Come in Young Man - Part 10

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

Part 10 - Sunday (8)

 

Jane staggered slightly. Then her legs buckled and she sat back down heavily in her seat.  Customers in the shop were still looking at her.  Andy looked both worried and petrified.   The staff behind the counter looked anxious in case a full blown ‘domestic’ broke out and they might need to quell an argument. 

Jane was in shock.   She’d deliberately sent Andy out in a cock cage to make sure he behaved and didn’t do anything silly.  Only she had the key.  She’d wondered about fitting him with a full chastity belt but there hadn’t been the time and she thought it likely to be too uncomfortable for him to wear over a long evening.  She was now regretting her decision.

Andy learned forward solicitously and asked, “Auntie, are you OK?”

“Sit down!”  Jane commanded Andy, although her firm tone was quieter than before.

“I thought we were going, Auntie?” queried Andy.

“We were but now I want to hear all the rest of what happened. St down!” Jane commanded again.  “I’m too angry to drive at the moment.   You held that little piece of news back didn’t you?”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” Andy mumbled.

“Don’t lie!  You know it did.   Why else would I have sent you out wearing a cock cage?”   Heads turned.   Jane was still speaking quite loudly.  Cock cage?  What need would a pretty girl have for a cock cage?  Perhaps the lady meant she’d put the girl’s boyfriend in a cock cage to stop any hanky-panky.   That might explain it.  Maybe she needed protection?  Kinky but still plausible.

“Please Auntie, people are staring,” pleaded Andy not wanting the attention or for people to learn too much about them.

“Let them.   You’d better have a good explanation.   Why did you take it off?   Was it so you could have a go with Rebecca?  Or was it that Freddie girl?”

“No it wasn’t like that,” implored Andy softly trying to prevent all the café eavesdropping on their argument.

“Really?  So why did you take it off?”

“I didn’t.  I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t?”

“I couldn’t,” Andy repeated.  “I don’t have the key, Auntie.  You kept it.”

“Well someone took it off.  Did she take it off?”   Jane’s tone was still irate and Andy was conscious that their neighbours’ attention was still on them.

“If you mean Rebecca, then no, she didn’t,” Andy replied. 

“Then, who did?”

“Let me explain,” Andy requested.

“OK.  Have it your way.  But you’re in big trouble, my girl.”

“Well I finished attaching the chains to Freddie’s nipple rings.”

“The more you talk, the more she sounds like a slut.  Was it her?”

“No, Auntie.   Please let me finish.  And she was a nice girl and she looked very sweet and sexy with her breasts lifted slightly by those chains.”

“Not helping,” said Jane sternly.   “Can you get on and tell me what happened?”

“Well after her bra was on, Freddie wanted me to polish the straps and then Rebecca wanted her bolero jacket glossed too.”  

As Andy spoke, Jane tutted and emitted  “Tssks,” of exasperation.

“Then we all went back into the party.   The noise level had risen.   A number of people asked me for drinks and I had to run to the kitchen to fetch them.  After I’d served people, I had the chance to look round the party more.  I found Rebecca sat on a sofa with the man wearing the ‘V for Vendetta’ mask.   Freddie was stood hovering nearby: her latex shining, her breasts pert, and her rings and chain glistening.  She looked stunning.   But Mr.V seemed to be ignoring her.  He and Rebecca were in close conversation.   Rebecca called me over and asked me to get her a Brandy Alexander and a glass of champagne for Mr.V.    Freddie took the opportunity to join the conversation and asked for a Cape Cod.   I had to ask how to make them.”

“Trust Rebecca to ask for something fancy.  Why couldn’t she have dry white wine like any normal person?” Jane said peevishly.

“It took me a while to find all the stuff in the kitchen.  Anyway, I returned with the drinks and found Freddie was now sat very close on the other side of Mr.V trying to get his attention although he seemed focused on Rebecca.”

“What did he look like?” asked Jane.

“Well, obviously I could only see his clothing, not his face.   He sounded very well spoken.   Unlike the rest of the party guests, he was dressed quite normally: a smart opened necked shirt and a nice pair of dark blue chinos.   And he had a pair of polished black Oxfords.  Very respectable.”

“Mmmmm,” Jane pondered.

“Anyway, both Rebecca and Mr.V thanked me for their drinks while Freddie just took hers without a word.    Mr.V asked me my name and what I was doing at the party.   I was a bit tongue-tied but Rebecca encouraged me to answer.  I told him it was ‘Andie’ and that I’d been asked to help as a maid.   He admired my uniform and noted that ‘Andrew’ was written on the pinafore.   I didn’t know what to say by Rebecca butted in with, ‘Oh, that’s just the maker’s name.  Doesn’t she look nice though?’   Mr.V agreed.  ‘Come and talk to us.’ Rebecca said,  ‘I think you’ve done enough this evening Andie.   Guests can get their own drinks now.  Others don’t seem to need them or are otherwise engaged.’   I looked around.   Many of the guests had become rather intimately attached, some in twos, some in threes or more.  All seemed to be enjoying themselves, even a man being spanked by a rather large lady in leather.”

“It sounds like Rebecca knows how to run an orgy rather than a party.”

“It did seem to be turning that way.  I think it was why Freddie was so sullen.  Rebecca told me to sit down with them.  There wasn’t much space.   She was sat close to Mr.V on one side and Freddie was on the other.   I thought Freddie might have budged up but she didn’t.  ‘Aren’t you going to let Andie sit down, Freddie?’ asked Rebecca.   Freddie didn’t respond. 

Parts 11 to 15 to follow.