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 12 Rebecca 20:20 Saturday evening

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As the last of the plates were cleared away, Rebecca knotted Freddie’s lead round the table leg.  “I want you to stay, dear,” she said loudly so that the other guests at their table could hear.  Rebecca had opened the muzzle flap for Freddie to feed but it was now back in place and her hands were cuffed   They were sat at the Pups’ Table.  It was a small and select little group of four Mistresses and four pups.  Although Rebecca had had high hopes for Freddie, she doubted that she’d win Best in Show given the competition at the table.  Although there were two conventional leather pups, Lady Barbara had brought her poodle.  The poodle looked delectable in a pink latex catsuit with fluffy pink fur cuffs around neck, wrists and ankle.  Her dog wore a pink leather hood with comb of fur on top of the muzzle and around the ears. The outfit was complemented by pink stripper shoes with transparent platforms and heels.   It was hard to tell whether the poodle was male or female but knowing Barbara, it was likely to be male even though the front of the catsuit was straining to contain a bountiful cleavage.  The poodle’s front paws were cuffed and rather than plates and cutlery there was a little bowl of doggie treats on the table for her.  Freddie might look lovely, but she would not stand a chance.
and locked together.

“Excuse me, ladies.”    Rebecca rose from the table and made her way across to Table 1 where Lady Dixon was sitting with Angela.   She had to admit to herself that James looked gorgeous.  But he always did, he was so perfectly trained: when his eyes were not staring downwards at the table, avoiding looking at other members of the Sisterhood and especially eye contact with any of their escorts, they were fixed on Angela in rapt adoration.  He was seated between Angela and Lady Dixon but turned towards his own Mistress.   He leant back when Lady Dixon wanted to speak to Angela.

Angela nodded to Rebecca to approach.  Rebecca stooped and whispered “Lady Angela, may I speak with Lady Dixon?”

“Of course.  Is it to do with our ‘guest’?”

“Yes.”  Rebecca moved along two places and whispered now to Lady Dixon.  “Alysha, do you know that we have an uninvited guest in our midst?”

Alysha replied so that the rest of the table could hear.  “If you mean the Level 1 on Table 20, then yes, I do. Angela’s told me.    Why do you ask?”

“I’d like a little help, if possible, please.”

“What kind of help?”

Rebecca knelt done and whispered again.  “Oh, I see,” said Lady Dixon in much softer tones.   “What do you suggest?”  Lady Dixon listened.    “Yes, that’s good but let’s involve Angela.  She always has good ideas.”

James pushed back from the table to allow the three ladies to talk.    A few moments later Rebecca stepped out of the ballroom to use one of the service phones in the corridor.  She checked the pre-programmed numbers on the keypad.   “Hello.   Reception?  Good.  I want something delivered to Room 2318.  You can charge it to my room, 2320.   The kitchens may be able to help or I know there's a 24 hour Tesco just round the corner. What I'd like is ......."

end of Part 12

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 7 – Angela 19:28 Saturday evening

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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

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 2 Mr V 19:35 Saturday evening

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Part 2       - Mr V       19:35 Saturday evening

It already felt like it was going to be another long evening.   He settled in the recliner armchair and touched the light control on his iPhone.  The room dimmed and the soft amber reading light illuminated his book.  It had been another week with no phone call.   He’d had so many phone calls but not that phone call.  Not that one call.  The one he really wanted.    He wondered how long he could wait.   Rebecca kept on trying to persuade him to come out but he didn’t want to mix business with pleasure.   He knew where that had led the last time.   And Bex did keep trying to foist that daughter of hers on to him.  Freddie might be pretty but she was a total airhead.   She was bubbly and enthusiastic, in some areas especially so, but she had no conversation of interest.  She was so unlike what he was looking for.

He sniffed his Isle of Jura.  The peaty aroma filled his nostrils.  Perfect.  He sipped it, settled back and opened his book.   He was struggling with some of the concepts but he was fascinated by the sheer weirdness of what he was reading.   How was quantum entanglement possible?  It was Beyond Weird. He wished he could discuss the ideas with someone.   He went back to musing about that special person.  Why hadn’t they called?

He sipped the Jura and tried to immerse himself in the properties of spin.   The heaviness of the subject made him drowsy and he drifted off, dreaming of a love lost.   He awoke with a start at the vibration of his iPhone, its screen shining in the gathering darkness.  Instinctively he put it to his ear without bothering to read the number.  “Verity,” he almost barked.

“So formal, Harry?”   It was a familiar slightly husky, female voice.

“Hi Bex, I thought you were out at a function tonight?”

“I am, and it’s just starting.   But I thought you might like to know that there’s someone here that you might like to meet.”

“For heaven’s sake Bex, can’t I have one night off?  It’s the weekend.  I know you and your agency are trying hard but there are times to give it a rest.”

“This isn’t business, Harry.   Now, say sorry,” the voice chided.

He was unused to being talked to like that but Rebecca was one of the few who could stand up to him.  The fact that she did it tongue in cheek also made it more acceptable.  “OK.  Sorry.”

“This is someone you really must see.”

“Now look, I know Freddie is a nice girl but I’m really not interested.  She’s pretty …”

“I know, she’s not your type.  You’ve made that clear.  No, this is different.”

“Who then?”

“Someone you’ve met before.  Only once I think?  A redhead.” the voice teased.

“I don’t know any redheads.”

“You do now.”

“Come on Bex, who?”

“Someone who shouldn’t be here tonight.”

“Well that doesn’t help much.

“Someone you seem to be moping over like a lovelorn schoolboy.”

“No!”  He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yes!  They’re here.”

“Really.   Who’s he with?  Sorry who’s she with?  What’s she wearing?”

“A long red latex dress with a split to thigh.  I can’t tell if she’s wearing panties but there’s no bulge, but no visible panty line either.   I expect Jane must have her tucked and tethered.   And it looks like she’s wearing red Louboutins.   She looks wonderful.”

“Gosh!”

“And she’s got a sweet little red clutch bag.   It’s so tiny it can only hold a lipstick and a compact and her phone, I expect.  Oh, and maybe her condoms.”

“Really Bex, it’s not all about sex.”

“Oh, Harry.  Sometimes you’re so innocent.   This girl just exudes sexiness.  She would tempt any red-blooded male.   And she’s a redhead now.  Wonderful flaming locks.  If it were between Demelza and Andy, Andy would win hands down.”

“I know she’s pretty but that’s not why I’m interested.”

“I know, I know, Harry,” the voice riposted.  “Blah-de-blah.   She’s got a brain.   I know she has Harry. “

“She’s clever and intelligent.”

“Yes, I know Harry.  But you can’t fuck a brain.”

“Who said I wanted to fuck her?”

“Let’s just say, a girl can tell.”

“Has she got an escort for the evening?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you telling me all this? 

“Faint heart ne’er won fair lady, Harry.  Yes, she has an escort.  Her Mistress.”

“Oh!  I didn’t realise she was a lesbian.”

“Don’t be silly.  Of course she is. She’s rather confused. You know how eagerly she gave me a licking?   But she’s so much more. You know how well she sucked you.  I’m sure her Mistress wants her to learn to like men.” 

“Learn?”

“Yes, Harry. Learn.”

“But she seemed quite happy with me.”

“She was nervous as hell, Harry.   Couldn’t you feel her shaking?   I expect you’re probably the first man she’d ever been with.”

“But she was wearing a butt plug.  And a cock cage.”

“Well the cock cage was to stop any embarrassing silliness.  And I expect the butt plug is all part of her training.”

“Training?”

“Yes, training.  Haven’t you worked that out yet?"

“But I thought she wanted to be a pretty girl.”

“Well in her heart she probably does.  But her head probably tells her something different.  And that silly thing between her legs probably just confuses things.  Some girls need a little help along the way.”

“You don’t mean surgery?”

“No.  Though sometimes it can happen  … if the girl wants it to help feel, how shall we say, complete.” 

“I’d have thought the opposite of complete.”

“Really Harry.  What a silly thing to say!   How like a man.   Complete as a girl.”

“Sorry.  Of course.  Yes, that was stupid.”

“Ok.  You’re forgiven.  Anyway as you’ve already found, a little appendage can  be perfectly charming on a girl.   Some even continue to use it in the normal way, although others find their preferences change.”

“You mean if they take hormones.”

“Well some do go down that route but many don’t.   They can enjoy the best of both worlds.”  

“Really.   They’re hardly going to pull the girls.”

“Really Harry, you’re so naïve.  A feminised young man makes the perfect companion.    Happy to do all the things that men can’t or won’t do.  They love shopping, make-up, socialising and chatting   Great feminine company.  And, at the end of day, they can be active or passive as their Mistress’s mood requires.  The best of all worlds.”

“Yes, I see: the best of all worlds.”

“That’s why they’re so highly prized.  Ladies adore them and many men understand their virtues.  After all, a pretty boy never gets that time of the month problem.”

“I suppose not.  But why would a boy want to become a girl like that.”

“Don’t you see they get the best of both worlds too. In fact they get the very best.  They never have all the pressure and tension of the chase.   They’re sought after and treasured.”    

“It still doesn’t seem right.  What if they don’t want to be feminised?”

“Many boys have a feminine side.  Some just need a little ‘Encouragement’.”

 

“Encouragement?  What if they don’t want encouragement?”

“But they do.”

“You mean they resist.”

“Sometimes they just need that little push to get them started.  We would call it ‘Training’.”

“We?”

“Yes, ‘We’.  The Sisterhood.”

“The Sisterhood?”

“Harry, have you become a parrot?  Stop repeating everything I say.  I’m a member of The Sisterhood.   It’s an organisation of dominant females.   We like to help girls and boys find their true path in life. “

“Is that legal?”

“Yes, of course.   They’re all well above the age of consent.  In fact we often wait until they’re in their early twenties just to ensure they’re clear.”

“But why do they need training?”

“Let’s just say some are a little unsure of themselves.  Sometimes they need a little help.  Your young friend has been receiving some guidance from one of our newer members.”

“His Mistress, you mean?”

“Well I think your young man looks on her as being more of an Auntie, but his Mistress, if you like.”

“He’s not my young man.  I mean she’s not.  I mean …   now I’m confused.”

“Oh, really.”

“You’re not trying to turn me, are you?” he asked with genuine concern.

“No, of course not.  You’re clearly an alpha male.”

“Are you sure?    You’re making me think I’m gay,” he protested. 

“No, you’re not.  Or, at least, I know you think you’re not.  But we all are to some degree.  You look at her and you just see a very bright, attractive girl.”

He felt reassured.    “Yes.  A pretty girl.  A very pretty girl,” he repeated calming himself.

“And that’s what the Sisterhood’s helping her become.  Andy still likes girls but she’s learning to live like a girl and love the things that girls love.  She already likes dressing up and being made-up.   And she’s finding that she likes other things too.”

“So can I see him?  I mean her.  And will her Mistress let me?”  

““You’ve become eager all of a sudden.”

“Can I come to the function?  I know it’s a bit late, but I could get there.”

“No way, Harry.  Sorry.  It’s a closed function.  It’s a special GALA.  In fact the girl shouldn’t even be here.”

“Then why are you telling me all this?”

“Let’s just say you could get an opportunity.   It’s a charity event and you might want to have your chequebook ready, or at least your debit card.   I’ll leave it at that for the time being.   Must go now.  I’ve been on this call too long.   Stay near your phone.  Bye!”

“Goodnight Bex,” he said but she’d already hung up.  He put down the mobile totally intrigued but excited too.  It was going to be hard concentrating on quantum physics when all he could think about was a maid at a party who’d metamorphosed into a flame haired, elegant beauty in red latex.

end of Part 2

Come in Young Man - Part 8

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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.