Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 26 - Rebecca 23:30 Saturday evening

Part 26 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 26 - Rebecca  23:30 Saturday evening

Rebecca sat propped upright by pillows in her hotel room in The Plaza.  Next door she could hear Freddie emitting little shrieks of pleasure.     It sounded like Imogen knew exactly what she was doing with her pretty fox cub.   Freddie might have wanted a night with James but that was never going to be.   And they could both enjoy playing with Lady Jane.

Rebecca's left hand stroked the little furry mound of her companion.   "It feels so funny.  It's so long since I've seen let alone played with an unshaven pussy.   "

"Oh, Roger likes me like that.  He says sometimes he doesn't know where his moustache ends and I begin.  And Stanley and my maid have got used to it too.   Although, you still say you get hairs between your teeth, don't you, Boy?"

"Yes, Mistress, " said Edward lifting his head.

"Silly Boy." Lady Dixon sat up and brought her riding crop down across the back of the young man who had been alternately sucking her and Rebecca's toes.   A thick, red weal started to appear between Edward's shoulders.  "Who said you could stop?   I hope you're pleased with Boy.  It was so good of you to bid for him."

"Not at all.  Edward sucks very nicely.   Is he good with cock?"

"Yes, he's had lots of practice with my strapon and I get him to do the honours with Roger since I'm never going down on my knees, even for my husband. He’s still not tried Leroy or Ashton though I’m sure he’d like to.  You would, wouldn’t you Boy? "  Another blow of her crop and a second red weal.   "You like sucking cock for Mistress, don't you?"  

“Yes,” Edward mumbled.

“Yes, MISTRESS,” and a third welt rose beside the other two.   "By the way, please call him Boy.  He needs to know he's a sissy Sub, not a friend."

"What a good Boy," exclaimed Rebecca as Edward fellated her big toe.  

"I must be getting home soon," said Lady Dixon.

"Let me give you a goodnight kiss first," said Rebecca as she slid down the bed and started to lick Aly's hirsute slit and nibble the little mound buried in the forest while Edward resigned himself to his Mistress's toes.

end of Part 26

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