Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 28 - ANDY 21:00 Saturday evening

Part 28 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 28  - ANDY  21:00 Saturday evening

Andy sashayed down the corridor keeping his feet in line with each step so that his hips gyrated as he advanced exactly as Jane had taught him.   He was delighted by the prospect of all those lovely clothes that his Auntie had bought in the Auction.   He was a bit uncertain about some of the toys she’d chosen by the dresses looked fabulous.  He was particularly enchanted by a pair of tight black latex trousers although they were closer to leggings.   He thought that they would look great with heels but they would even work with a pair of traditional men’s shoes or a nice ankle boot.  He wondered whether he’d dare to go out with William wearing them, or what Nicola or India would say.

A smart man about Andy’s age was standing in the corridor.  He appeared to be checking his mobile phone.  He noticed Andy and began to stare at him as he approached.  He looked rather shy but as Andy was about to pass, he said: “Hello.”

“Hello,” replied Andy.

“Are you a Mistress or are you here with one?”

“Would you talk to a Mistress like that?”

“Sorry, I suppose not.”   The man looked suitably embarrassed.  Andy thought he looked rather cute in his suit and highly polished Oxfords, a little downy goatee beard, and his nice face topped by a floppy fringe.  He reminded Andy of a slightly older version of William.  “Please don’t report me.”

 “It’s alright.  I won’t.”

“Thank goodness for that.”   The man hesitated for a moment and then blurted,   “You look wonderful.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you with someone?”

“Yes, my Auntie.”

“Oh!   That’s a shame.  I was hoping I might ask you for a dance later.  

“I don’t know about that.   I’d like to but I’ll have to ask Auntie.   I’m sorry that I can’t stop to talk but I must go to the loo.”

“That’s OK.  I’m going that way myself.   I need to go before the Auction.”   He started to walk alongside Andy.

“But we’ve already had the Auction,” responded Andy.

“Oh, that was just the Latex part.   There are other auctions.   I’ll be up in the final section.”

“You?   In the Auction?”

“Yes, me.   Mistress has put me in the Gays section.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not gay.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“No.  Really.  I’m not.   I mean, I like girls.”

“Yes, honey,” Andy sympathised.   “So do I.”  Andy smiled at the man.     “And I’d still like that dance.”

“Thank you.  You’re very nice and understanding.   Well here we are.”   The man started to push open the door to the Men’s Room. 

“My name’s Edward.   What’s yours?”

“Andy.”   Without thinking, Andy followed Edward into the toilets.

“That’s a nice name.  Andie.”  Edward walked towards a urinal.  “I’m sorry but this is the bit where it can all get a bit messy.”

“I’m sure,” said Andy not really understanding what Edward meant.   I hope I see you later for that dance," said Andy with a little smile.   Andy went into a cubicle and locked the door.   It was always a bit of a performance going to the toilet when he was ‘dressed’.   He heard Edward wash his hands.

“Bye, for now.”

“Bye, bye,” called Andy as the door swung closed, “maybe catch you later?”  

With Edward gone, the washroom was empty and quiet.   It took a while for Andy to finish his own ablutions.   He thought he heard the door open once but didn't think anyone had entered the echoey room. He was glad no-one could hear his necessary exertions to let him pee. He didn't remove his plug.   He didn't want to: after four hours of wear, it was sitting very comfortably, snug and warm exactly like his Aunt would want.   She would have the privilege of taking it out later and would no doubt substitute something even more pleasurable when they were in bed together. Due to the pressures of work and travel it had been a week since Andy had been able to stay the night with his Aunt and he felt badly in need of her close embrace.  And when she had finished and removed her harness,  he would want to dwell in moist darkness and spend a very long time kissing her in that very special place he knew so well.  Andy had a little shiver of pleasure at the thought. 

When he'd finished, he washed and dried his hands.   He checked the mirror, applied a few dabs of powder and retouched his lipstick and added an extra veneer of gloss.  He loved it when his Aunt kissed him on the dancefloor while they were having a smooch to a slow number. It always caused a bit of a stir.  He wanted his lips to look their lustrous, glistening best.    He left the restroom feeling much more comfortable.   As he stepped into the corridor he looking forward to telling Auntie about the nice young man he’d met and whether they might have a dance.  And then it all went dark.

end of Part 28

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

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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 22 - Rebecca 00:45 Sunday morning

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Part 22  - Rebecca  00:45 Sunday morning

Rebecca helped Lady Dixon fasten her dress.  She could feel little hairs between her teeth but wasn't going to try to remove them until Aly had gone.

"That was lovely, darling," said Lady Dixon distractedly as she checked her phone.  "My car's waiting outside.  Be as harsh with Boy as you like.  You can take out his butt plug as you wish.  He's used to taking my strapon but I've been saving him for proper cock when I find the right Alpha for him.  So please, no gimps or studs in his bottom.  But as many as you like in his mouth," she said with a wink.

"Of course, Aly. "

 "I've made the decision not to feminise him.    I know he'd look good in make-up and heels but I want Boy to be special.    You can see, he's devoted to dominant females.     I want him to be a reluctant gay boi: a perfect ornament and escort for a domme - attentive, loyal, loving but always unsated.   It's something we rarely attempt in the Sisterhood."

 "How interesting. "

 "I think James is one of the few others, but it seems Lady Angela uses him more as her stud these days."

 "Really?"

"Since he's graduated and she's at least Level 7, it's allowed. She obviously uses him when she’s training her sissies.  You can understand why any sissy would feel good being fucked by such a handsome stud.  Though I understand she likes to remind him of his place.  He’s not just a favourite with the ladies.  She takes him once a month to a gay club and leaves him handcuffed in the toilets for an hour. Naturally she stays to watch."

"I could tell he was special."

"Oh, and no fisting either, please, " she said over her shoulder.   "Although a little light prostate massage is fine. Boy could probably do with milking after all this excitement.   See you at lunchtime, Boy.  Bye, bye," and Lady Dixon swept out of the room.

Once Aly had gone, Rebecca tethered Edward to the foot of the bed and went to the bathroom to pick and clean her teeth.  Back in bedroom she got out her phone and lay on the bed.  She'd been dying to make this call for the last hour but Lady Dixon had wanted to stay for a cuddle and see that Edward was OK.

 "Hello.  Harry?"

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

 "Yes. I didn't know if you'd have your mobile to hand.   How's it going? "

 "How's what going ?"

 "You know.   With your boyfriend.  Sorry, girlfriend, " she said with a giggle.

 "Very nicely, thank you."

 "Have you fucked him yet? "

 "Really!"

 "Ok.  Have you fucked her yet? "

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

 "Oh but it is, Harry.  Who do you think set this up for you?  Who got Andy away from his Mistress? "

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

 "Well, if you don't, I'll just have to make sure that she gets what's coming to her and more. "

 "That's not right."

 "She's a member of The Sisterhood who's disobeyed. "

 "Oh, I thought you meant ..... "

 "No.  His Mistress.  His lady love.   She knows what she deserves.  It's just I've managed these little 'extras'."

 "Oh. Do you have to?"

 "I'm disappointed in you. ....  Thank you.". Edward had started sucking her toes again without prompting.

"What do you mean 'Thank you '? "

"Nothing.  I was speaking to someone else."

"Oh.  "

 "I'm sure Andy will be disappointed to hear you made his pretty Auntie suffer."

 "What?"

 " You know: that nice older lady who picked him up from my apartment while you were busy rimming and wanking him. "

 "Oh, no!"

 " Yes, her. "

 "You wouldn't."

 "We already have. She's been a naughty girl. "

 "Please, don't."

 "She'll gets what's coming to her. "

 "That's so unfair."

 "It's your choice"

 " Please, no.  I can't.   Not like this. "

 "You'll ensure his Auntie's ruined."

 "Ruined?"

 "If not ruined, certainly 'knocked about a bit ' as they say in the song."

 "A song? "

 "Yes, Marie Lloyd.  Marie Lloyd's song."

"Lloyd's? "

"It's an old music hall number.  You really must get out more.  Well given this call, you really need to get it in more.  Don't you Harry? "

 "Only when the time is right."

"It's your opportunity. "

 "But it's not like that."

 "It never is with you Harry.  Always looking for true love. "

 "Maybe."

 "No Harry, always. Bye, Harry, " and she pressed the call cancel button before he could reply.   She got up from the bed and untied Edward.  "Boy, get my strapon from my case,” she instructed.  “You'll find some Butt Butter there too.  You're going to need it.  Someone's getting fucked tonight even if it's not Andy.   I just need to make another call first.” Still annoyed, she picked up the bedside phone and punched #2318. There was a long delay before it was picked up. "Hello.  Can I speak with Freddie?”

“I’m afraid she’s a bit tied up now,” a familiar voice  answered. 

“I should have guessed,” replied Rebecca.  “Never mind.  I’m sure you’ll be able to help.  Do you have Lady Fullerton-Jones with you?”

“Yes, she’s a bit tied up too.”

“I’m so glad.   I just wanted to ask that you double her dose of lactulose.  I want her shitting like a trooper.”

“Yes.”

“Good.   And you can dilute it with whatever you want.   If you know what I mean?”

“I’m sure we do. “

“Thank you Imogen.  And please call me just before the pick-up.  I’d like to see her before she goes and give her a little crowning glory.   We can take a few pictures of the stuck up cow.   Bye for now.”   Rebecca put the phone down.   “OK, Boy.   I want you to take your butt plug out.  Oh jewelled, that's nice.   Now slather yourself with as much butt butter as you want.   You got Andy into this and if he’s not going to get fucked tonight, you most certainly are.”

end of part 22

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 5 – Rebecca 19:10 Saturday evening

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Part 5  – Rebecca   19:10 Saturday evening

“We both seem to have the same problem.   How long can it take?” Rebecca asked her neighbour.

“My boy is just the same.   But I guess Men’s’ toilets are more designed for standing up so there’s probably a bit of a capacity issue.”

Rebecca

“Yes, it’s definitely more of a problem for them.   Unless they’ve got one with a plug, most of them won’t have control and won’t want to get their trousers splashed.”  Rebecca smiled knowingly to the lady waiting next to her near the entrance to the hotel’s toilets.   They’d been chatting together for a while but both were getting impatient.

“A plug?   Well mine’s plugged but I don’t see how that helps.”

“Sorry, I was meaning one of those cock cages with a urethral plug.   At least they might be able to point.”

“Oh, no.   I’ve tried them in the past and they still tend to spray.  And I like to keep my boy curved. He knows that if he stiffens it’ll get painful.   A Holy Trainer seems to work best on him. I’ve now got him into the Small with the help of iced water before fitting.    I’ve made sure this one’s been confined for a couple of weeks so he should be good and eager this evening. She put forward her right ankle for Rebecca to see.   Six keys dangled from gold chain just above the ankle strap of her high heeled shoe. “It’s his first time.”

“Very nice,” said Rebecca.  “Mine’s secure too,” pointing down her right leg at a silver chain.

“Just the one?”   The lady looked quizzically at Rebecca.

“Yes, just one.”

“I bet that Angela shows off with how many she has.”

“Quite probably,” replied Rebecca, “although she’ll only be able to bring one tonight.   I’m sure it’ll be James.  She’s most proud of him.  How she broke him, I don’t know?   But he adores her like a puppy.  And where are your others.”

Lady Dixon

“Oh, a couple are already waiting backstage.  Mistress Plug already put in a pre-order for Leroy and Ashton though she’ll still have to bid.  I left two maids at home with my husband since it could be a long evening.   I’ve allowed another out with a girlfriend who’s thinking about joining.    The maids and Roger will be waiting in my bedroom for me since I never know how I’ll feel when I get home. 

“Isn’t that rather risky?”

“Oh no. Roger won’t trouble the maids.   I don’t let him get silly ideas while I’m away.   I took out his ring and put a padlock through his Prince Albert before I left.  Even so he’ll probably be limp and useless when I get home, since the maids will probably suck or wank him dry during the evening.   Just like I prefer.  That way he doesn’t interfere when I bring anyone home and he’ll still appreciates what he receives.”

“You’re too kind to him.” 

“Well, he is my husband.  What type of cage does yours wear?”   Just then a young girl clad in black latex pedal jodhpurs, a white latex blouse with a wide white, floppy latex bow tie ribbon, a black latex bolero jacket, and a wide steel collar emerged from the Ladies.   “Oh, I see,” said the lady.  “That explains it.   How nice.”

“About time too,” barked Rebecca.

“Sorry Mummy, but it takes a while to get this off and then get dry afterwards.  You wouldn’t believe where all the droplets run.”

“Thank you.  I think that counts as took much information.  I’m sure …. sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“It’s Dixon.  Lady Dixon.   But you can call me Aly.”

Freddie

“Thank you, Aly.  I’m Rebecca and this is Freddie.  As I was saying, I’m sure Lady Dixon doesn’t want to hear all the detail.”

“Yes, Mummy,” said the downcast girl.

“Hello, Freddie.  You’re a very pretty sub.”

“Thank you Lady Dixon,” said Freddie staring down at the ground.

“Well trained too.   It’s unusual for the Sisterhood to train daughters as Subs.”

“Oh, she’s not really my daughter.  She lives with me and she considers me her second mother.   It makes things easier if we’re booking rooms.”

Boy - Edward

“Quite.  At last ….”   A young man with a floppy fringe came out of the Men’s Room.   He was in his early twenties and wearing basic dinner jacket and bowtie.  “You took your time.”

“I had to wait for a cubicle,” he apologised sheepishly staring at Freddie. 

“Who said you could look there?   Avert your gaze, Boy.”   The young man stared down at his own polished black Oxfords although he kept flicking quick glances at Rebecca’s legs and shoes and Freddie’s knee length shiny black patent dagger heeled boots.  “Sorry Rebecca, this is Edward but I just call him Boy.”

“Hello, Edward,” said Rebecca.

“Hello,  Mistress Rebecca,” said Boy.  At this, Freddie stifled a laugh.

“And what pray are you giggling at young lady?” demanded Rebecca.   “Freddie, say hello to Edward.   You may look up.”  Freddie lifted her eyes. 

“You can look up too, Boy,” commanded Lady Dixon giving him a pat on his bottom although Rebecca couldn’t help noticing that her hand remained lingering across his bum cheeks. 

“Hello BOYYY!” sneered Freddie . With 2” platforms and 7” heels on her boots, petite  Freddie was able to look him directly in the eye.    She knew he would be cock caged and useless, and wouldn’t know how to respond with his Mistress in control.  “Do you like what you see?” spreading her arms wide and giving a twirl, “Is you’re little cock trying to get hard?” she teased.

“Enough Freddie!” ordered Rebecca.  “You have no right.   Not here. Not now.”  But she knew what Freddie meant.  Poor Boy was clearly captivated by what he saw.  He was blushing and gawking at Freddie in her shiny latex and knee length boots.  Rebecca could tell what a good job Lady Dixon was doing.    He might be young but he was already helplessly, if not hopelessly in her spell: totally lost at sea.    Rebecca could see that he was wearing eye-liner: the kohl around    Rebecca wondered how far Lady Dixon had got with his feminisation.  No doubt evenings like tonight were still token acknowledgements of his masculinity. But from what she’d been saying earlier, he was clearly already wearing a butt plug.  Maybe she’d got him harnessed, but if he wasn’t, she must’ve had him in training for a while if he was going to stay plugged all evening.  If it hadn’t already happened, Rebecca wondered how long it would be before he was trying his first pair of heels and maybe a little lipstick.   “Apologise to Edward, and to Lady Dixon,” instructed Rebecca.

his eyes gave him a wide-eyed feminine charm.

Freddie had been well enough trained to know where the priority lay, “ Sorry, Lady Dixon,”  she said politely.   “Sorry, Ed-waaard,”  she said in a surly voice giving a forced extension to Edward’s name.

“My, you’re a feisty little piece, aren’t you?  How long have you been training her?” Lady Dixon asked Rebecca.

“About 9 months but there’s still a lot of work to do.  Let’s just say Freddie likes to be a little independent, don’t you dear?”

“Yes, Mummy,” said Freddie all meekly, not wanting any punishment for how she’d behaved. 

“That’ll do but I think you need to go on the lead for a while given how you’ve just been.”  Rebecca took a thin leather strap from her handbag and attached it to a D-ring on Freddie’s collar.   As Rebecca closed the hasp on the lead, she glanced down the corridor from the toilets toward the Cloakroom where people were leaving coats before going into the event.   She couldn’t believe what she just thought she’d just seen.  “Come along Freddie,” she said hastily, “we need to let Lady Dixon and Edward go.  It was nice meeting you Lady Dixon.  I do hope you enjoy the evening.”

“I’m sure I will.   I just hope Boy can cope.  He’s only been with me six weeks but he’s shaping very well.  Aren’t you, dear?”   Another few pats on Boy’s bottom.  “Maybe if he’s a good Boy, he could have a dance with your Freddie a bit later.”

“Yes m’Lady,” agreed Edward meekly.   Freddie scowled.

“And while they do, maybe we could have a drink together?”

“I’d like that,” said Rebecca recognising that, despite her youth, Lady Dixon must  at least  a Level 6.  Rebecca was still only a Level 3 and she hoped that the right contacts and a little assistance she might help her progression.  

“Good,” said Lady Dixon.  “It may be his first night,” she said with a wink to Rebecca and some more pats on Edward’s pert bottom.  “You never know, Boy?” and one of her heavily lined eyebrows rose quizzically.

“Yes, m’Lady.”   Edward looked meekly down at the ground and his cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson.  Freddie smiled.

“Well, it’s all in a good cause,” smiled  Rebecca.  “Definitely a good cause.  See you later.”   With that she took Freddie’s hand and strode off down the corridor towards the Cloakroom and the Foyer beyond where people were gathering to go in, with only a brief pause while she put on an opera mask and a latex fox head with muzzle on Freddie.   Rebecca snapped the padlock closed on the strap holding the fox head.  “Don’t moan, dear.   You need to be quiet.   And I don’t want him recognising you.”   Tugging Freddie’s lead, she marched her charge towards the reception hall for the Gala.


End of Part 5.  Please leave comments.