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 8 – Andy 23:40 Saturday evening

Part 8 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.

Andy felt the car come to a halt, and after the ratchet of the handbrake engaging, the chauffeuse switched off the engine.   At last the idle chatter and bland pop of night-time radio was also silenced although it had proved a distraction during the journey.   Although it felt like a large car with comfortable seats, it had not been a comfortable ride.

The driver spoke: “We’re here.”   It was a quite deep female voice.   “Time to get out.”    Andy heard the driver’s door open and the click of her heels as she walked around the car.   The nearside passenger door opened.  “Let me unbuckle you.”   Andy felt an arm press against his body and then a hand fumbling with the catch beside his right hip.   “Alright,” as the buckle released and the belt was lifted back and away from his body, “I’ll help you out.   You’ll need to swivel and slide to the left and then lift your legs out over the sill.”    Two large hands pushed under Andy’s knees and his legs were lifted and turned.  If only he could see.   Andy felt the latex of his dress squeak and catch on the leather car seat.   Andy flopped backwards.  It was hard to sit upright with the turn and his hands cuffed behind his back.    His arms were already numb from sitting against them during the ride.   The driver pulled his shoulder forward and steadied him.

“Get your feet down now.”   Andy’s heels touched the ground.  “And watch your head,” said the driver.  A hand pushed his head down slightly while another gripped his right upper arm.  “Up we go.”   With the driver’s assistance Andy stood up and straightened.  “One or two steps forward.”   Andy took short steps forward as he regained his balance.    “Lovely dress, by the way, “ said the driver.  The driver’s hand had moved to his shoulder as Andy heard the passenger door close.      “It’s only a few steps to the door.   I’ll support you all the way.  I won’t let you fall.”   The doors of the car locked with a clunk.

The driver guided the hooded Andy forward.   The cool night breeze was welcome but it also made the hood covering Andy’s face feel very soggy.  Andy wanted to splutter a word of thanks to the driver but the gag stopped any meaningful sound except gurgles and splutters.   Andy had been sucking on the rubber penis strapped in his mouth for an hour.   He felt like one of the gimps who’d been seated at their table at the GALA.  With his hands cuffed behind his back there was no way that he could remove it or cry for assistance.   He had to concentrate on breathing and swallowing the saliva that kept accumulating in his mouth but that just made him suck harder on the cock.  Since the leather buckle had been fastened behind his head, Andy felt he knew the shape and contours of the intruder as intimately as any lover: his tongue must have explored every part of the intruder - licked the bulb of the glans, probed the hole the meatus, circled the head of the corona, and glided over every raised vein on the shaft.   It was almost the only thing on which he’d been able to concentrate except wondering what was happening to Aunt Jane.  He hoped she wouldn’t be hurt.  It would be so unfair.  She’d only wanted to take him to the GALA and show him off to other members of the Sisterhood.   He did hope his Auntie was OK.   Almost but not all of his thoughts for,as he slurped and sucked on the lifelike dummy, he did ponder how it might compare to that of the nice Edward who’d asked him to dance and taken him on the ill fated trip to the toilets.  Would Edward’s cock get hard for him and be nice and firm in his delicate mouth?   Which reminded Andy, he would need to redo his lipstick.

The driver gave one or two prompts about which way to turn or when there was a step.   There was the click and hum of an intercom.  After a few brief rings, a male voice answered.  “Yes?”

“I’ve a delivery for you,” said the driver.

“I’ll buzz you through.   Floor 21.”  There was a click and Andy heard a door being pushed open.  The driver’s hand gripped Andy’s left forearm and steered him forwards.   Andy heard the click of his heels reverberate on the polished stone floor.    Another halt and then lift doors opened.  The ride was swift, smooth and silent.  

As the lift doors opened, the driver spoke: “I’ll be back for you in the morning.  Around eight o’clock.  I don’t know how many are here.  I hope they don’t bang you too hard.”   Andy felt a hand on his shoulder and a few gentle, reassuring pats, then gentle pressure to advance out of the lift.   Andy stepped forward with trepidation.  He was shaking with nerves.   It sounded like he was being delivered to a gangbang.  

  

The driver rang the bell and as she did so removed the hood from his head.   Andy was left blinking in the glare of the bright corridor light.   He closed his eyes against the glare and sucked hard on the comforter filling his mouth..   A gangbang.  Oh, dear, there would be so much cock to suck and his lipstick already needed retouching.  He did hope Aunt Jane wouldn’t mind.

  

  

end of Part 8

Aunt Jane's Fantasy - The Morning After (the short version)

This the short version of the follow-up to Aunt Jane's Fantasy.

Comments please. 

 

Following yesterday's interesting visit to the store, Andy eventually got home tired and rather sore.  He found that Jane had already left some new clothes for him to wear to go to work. He knew now why Aunt Jane had insisted on shaving his legs before he left.    At least it wasn't another dress and there no high heels, but he did wonder how staff at the store would react given their design.

Although the fact that Jane was insisting he wear lipstick and the wig might be more of a problem.

N.B.  There is a much naughtier and longer verson of "the Morning After" just below.
Link to Aunt Jane's Fantasy - The Morning After (longer version)

A new working day

Amanda gets her mojo back and prepares for a new day at work.  It's unfortunate that her painted toenails and stockings will need to be covered up in the work place.

But Amanda always wants to look her best for the customers, especially if she might be asked to try out some high heels again.  And she would always want to be a credit to her employer and her girlfriend.

Glad you're back, honey.
XXX