Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 30 – Andy 10:50 Sunday morning

Part 30 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 30     – Andy     10:50 Sunday morning

The hinges squeaked eerily as the kitchen door swung open.  The kitchen in Jane’s house was one of the oldest parts of the building.   Although it had been modernised, it still retained some of the old features.   Heavy oak beams ran along the edge of the walls and one central wide joist supported the high ceiling. Jane had also decided to retain the old oak panelled doors to the kitchen. The stench of a latrine filled in the air.  And then Andy burst into tears.  He couldn't believe the sight in front of him.  The smell was emanating from Jane and the area round her: Aunt Jane as he's never seen her before.  She was standing in a puddle of excrement and piss, naked except for her white Louboutins, the steel collar from last night, and a leather harness that looped under her arms and across her front.  A penis gag still protruded from her mouth.   A little belt girdled her waist with a thin chain running from front to rear as a crotch strap.  Wires ran from her pussy to a little control box attached to the belt. 

More brown stains covered Jane’s front.  Leather cuffs still bound her wrists.  Both the leather harness and her cuffs were attached by ropes to an eyebolt that had been screwed into the joist.   Her arms were above her head and she was motionless with her head slumped slightly forward, soiled and bedraggled.  Flies buzzed around her and were settling on her body and on the pools and mounds at her feet. “Oh, Auntie!  What have they done to you?” he sobbed.

Jane lifted her head slightly trying to detect where the voice had come from.   Then her whole body shook and convulsed.   Andy watched as she writhed as if she was having an orgasm.  Finally it subsided and her head fell forward again.  Andy loved to help his Aunt reach those heights but not like this.  He walked in a circle round her.   There were red welts across her buttocks and thighs.   There was a little splutter and a little trickle of fluid running down the inside of her left thigh.  It ran past a thin silver chain around her ankle like the ones he’d seen ladies wearing at the Gala. Some flowed into her shoe while the rest joined the puddle of yellow fluid surrounding her.  “You are a dirty girl,” he thought to himself.  At least she wasn’t dehydrated.

Her whole body had a glistening yellow sheen.   Her lovely white Louboutins were now a shade of yellowy brown.  Her legs were streaked with coffee brown stains. Even worse was her face and hair.  Jane’s penis gag was connected by a tube to a large inverted plastic bottle hanging from the joist containing yellowish fluid.   Her bouffant silvery, platinum hair of last night now lay lank and matted with brown goo and syrup.  It looked like there was shit in her hair and over her body.   The syrup had run down her body where the flies were feasting. Jane’s body was speckled with black where some of the flies had got stuck after gorging themselves.   Damp strands of wet, flattened hair clung lankly to her face and neck.  Although her eyes were covered by a mask, Andy could see where her mascara and eye shadow had run down her cheeks alongside more of the brown.

Andy didn’t know where to begin.   There were times a few months ago when Jane had been so insistent on certain aspects of his training that he’d wanted to get his own back on her.   She was always the dominant one.   When he’d tried to protest, she’d photographed him in embarrassing situations and threatened to send them to his friends.   He wanted to have some control over what happened to him.  It was nice being with Aunt Jane and being feminised, but she kept taking it further.  He dreaded that one day she’d put him in a cockcage again and keep the key.  The night at Rebecca’s party had been bad enough, especially with all those gorgeous ladies not to mention Mr.V, but he could see she might want to keep him locked for longer.   He so wanted to have the chance to use his manhood but she never let him.  Andy paused.  He’d never expected an opportunity like this.  He was somewhat amused to leave her drooping in the middle of the kitchen at least for a short while.    He went back to the hall to get his mobile from his little clutch bag.   He was surprised to see that there was a missed call from Jane at 21:00.   He looked at his text messages.   There was something in his Sent box that he didn’t recognise: “You’ll see me soon.  Go back to our seats.”   He’d never sent that.  They must have taken his phone from his bag.

Andy went back to the kitchen and took some photographs.  There was another hiss and spurts of urine sprayed from Jane’s crotch followed me a dribble of brown excrement from her rear.  It was mainly liquid and ran down her leg to join the soft brown pool at her feet.  He caught that on video.    He uploaded the gallery to Dropbox as well as eMailing the pictures to one of his private accounts.   They might come in useful one day if Auntie got too high handed though, given her current state, that didn’t seem likely. 

Andy put his phone on the kitchen table and noticed a Post-It note and what looked like a rubber bung.  The Post-It read: “For secure transportation.”  Andy picked up the bung and looked at it quizzically.  He put it down.  He didn’t have time to ponder the meaning of the note: he had work to do.

He found a can in one of the cupboards.  “Hold your breath, Auntie,” he instructed.   A fine mist of fly spray hissed from the can.   Flies started to drop to the floor.  Others stayed stuck to Jane’s body as they expired.  Jane hadn’t been tarred and feathered, rather she’d been treacled and  flied.

In order to prevent the mess spreading, he fetched a mop, bucket and disinfectant from the Utility room and after putting on some rubber gloves proceeded to clean the floor round Jane.  At least she seemed to have stopped pissing and shitting for a while.

He found a roll of large black dustbin bags in one of the kitchen drawers.   He unfurled the roll the kitchen floor and into the hall.   Then he went back to his Aunt and finally removed the mask covering her eyes.   She blinked and screwed up her eyes against the glare of the bright kitchen lights. “It’s OK, Auntie.  I’m here,” he said.   Andy could see her relief when her eyes focused on him.  He disconnected the bottle from her gag and removed it from her belt.   A dribble of piss-like fluid leaked from her gag. He couldn’t remove the gag: the buckle had been drawn tight and secured with a padlock.

Jane’s head went back and she started to shake and convulse again.   Andy flipped a switch on the controller on her belt.  Jane trembled for a few moments then settled.  Next, while holding one of her arms to steady her, he removed the shackles of the chains attached to the back of her collar and holding her underarm harness.   He stopped her from falling as she slumped forward.  She was clutching her arms as blood surged back into them and the pins and needles became agonising. 

“Take off your heels, Auntie.”  Jane nodded.   Now that she wasn’t suspended she didn’t need the height provided by her shoes.   Jane couldn’t bend down without topping forward. Andy helped Jane kick off her Louboutins.   He had to stop her lurching as her calves cramped after hours stood stationary in 5” heels.  He removed the hobble chain that still connected her ankles, then guided her along the ribbon of black to the downstairs wet room.   He sat her on the toilet while he turned on the shower and checked the temperature.   Then he moved her across to sit on the bench under the drench shower and side jets.   He didn’t worry since the water just bounced off his latex dress.  Brown water ran towards the floor drain.  Jane gestured with her head what she wanted him to do next.   He got her to stand and unhitched her crotch strap.  He caught the plug as it slipped out of her pussy and removed the controller clipped to her belt.  Bending down he realised why Jane had been shitting herself so badly: she was wearing a butt plug that was making her arsehole gape open.  He now realised what the bung in the kitchen was for.    He pulled on the plug but it wouldn’t budge.  He turned off the shower and got some Vaseline from the First Aid box in the vanity unit.   Carefully he pushed liberal dollops of grease up inside the aperture of the plug as well as smearing it round the lip of the plug.  Gently he eased the plug out.  He was surprised to see that Jane’s arsehole did not contract but remained dilated with a gape of nearly an inch.  Poor Auntie.  That big cock of Leroy’s must have sodomised her for hours.  And they’d deliberately left her gaping so she would remember his cock for a long time.

More poo started to leak from Jane’s rear.  He put the shower back on to flush away the faecal material.   He diverted the water to the hand-held showerhead and pointed it upwards between her legs.  His Aunt squirmed as jets of water entered her anus and brown liquid flowed out. It wasn’t enough.  He needed to get her clean.  Andy turned off the water and took a large stainless steel dildo from the cupboard in the wet room.  He held it up in front of Jane’s face and she nodded.   “We need to get you clean, Auntie, don't’ we?”  The penis protruding from her mouth wagged up and down again.  “You always say you want me to be a clean boy.”

Andy washed the stainless rod in the sink and rubbed it thoroughly with alcohol.  It had probably only been inside him but it was better to be safe than sorry.  Jane preferred that he didn’t leave any unwanted little gifts after her ministrations.  It also meant that there was never any problem sliding in first time.  He removed the showerhead and replaced it with the enema nozzle. He slathered her anus with more Vaseline then set the flow to a low trickle and made sure the temperature  was lukewarm.  The probe slipped smoothly into her gaping maw.  Andy was tempted to think how easily a cock would slide into that well opened hole but a sharp pain down below quickly arrested his little fantasy: Mr V had done an excellent job re-tethering him.

Brown water dribbled out of Jane’s rear.  Only when Andy pushed the nozzle in to its hilt did the leakage stop.  Andy started to count out loud.  “One, two, three ..”   Ten was normally enough for a quick flush when they were short of time.   “Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… “   Thirty would make sure that the lower bowl was loose and clear but normally took several flushings.  “Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two …”  Andy had only ever gone up to sixty himself when he’d wanted a deep cleanse.  He smiled fondly at the memory of Auntie’s latex opera gloved hand and the tunes her fingers had played inside.  “Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two ..”  He could see Jane’s breath starting to take short panting breaths.  “A little more Auntie.  Seventy-eight, seventy-nine …”   Jane was starting to waggle her penis from side to side but Andy continued.   “Eighty-nine, ninety.  That’s it.”   Jane looked at him with relief.   “Now let’s hold it for a while.”  Andy kept the dildo clamped firmly in her rear.  Jane’s look changed to a glare.   He was glad he hadn’t been able to unlock her gag. “Come on Auntie.   We’ve got to stop this mess.  Otherwise I’ll have to put your tunnel plug back in.”   Jane bucked and shied like a startled filly.  “See.  I know you don’t want that.   Jane calmed and Andy waited another couple of minutes.  “OK.  Let it out.”   He pulled out the nozzle and a solid jet of warm water erupted from Jane’s rear.   It splashed against the wall together with the tell-tale pollution of little faecal particles.  It slowly halted, albeit with a trail of little spurts.  Twice Andy repeated the procedure although only with thirty second fills. Only on the third did the water run clear.   He pointed at the clear water and Jane nodded.  To her surprise and his pleasure, he put the nozzle back for a fourth fill.   He realised it was the first time he’d ever felt in control with his Aunt.  

When Jane finally stopped squirting from the rear, another stream of piss came from her front.  It too ran clear.  She’d obviously kept drinking her fluids.  Andy removed the upper harness and the cuffs from her hands.  He checked the inside of her right wrist.  There was the little tattoo of a high heel that he’d seen yesterday evening.   Why did getting a tattoo depend on him if she already had one?  He found her steel collar, like his own was locked shut.  That would have to stay on for a while.   He sat Jane down on the bench in the wet room leaving the jets playing on her body. 

Andy went back to the kitchen.  Surely they would have left keys for the collar and her gag?  He looked across the counters and tables in the kitchen.  There was the bung for her plug.  There was the Post-It note.   But nothing else.   Andy searched around again.  He lifted the Post-It note.  Underneath it was a little key stamped with ‘Wolf’.   He tried it in the padlock on his neck collar: it didn’t fit.   

Andy went back to the wet room.  He tried her collar with the key.   It didn’t fit hers either.   But it fitted smoothly on the padlock through the gag buckle.   He undid the hasp and finally removed the penis that had filled her mouth for last twelve hours or more. He savoured the moment of seeing it slide out from between her lips.   “Oh, Andy, I’m so sorry,” she blurted as soon as it came out.   “I never wanted that to happen to you.  Please forgive me.”   He hugged his Auntie and turned on the shower.  Jane’s arms wrapped around her adorable latex sissy and together they cuddled under the warm water, until Jane stopped trembling and she felt clean.

end of Part 30