Come in Young Man - Part 3

This is the third 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 3 - Sunday (1)

Jane drummed her fingers on the dashboard of the Merc.   She turned off the nine o’clock news on the car’s radio.  None of it was good: Syria, Brexit, the pound, Trump.  It just went on.  The world was in a mess.  But she was worried about Andy.  Her Andy.  She was impatient to see her young lover again.

It didn’t help that she felt exhausted.  She wanted a cup of coffee badly but in the City on Sunday there was nothing open. She’d been up working on the Verity proposal until 3am that morning.  She wasn’t going to stop until it was finished and she was happy with it.  But even when she finally stopped, she couldn’t sleep despite her tiredness.   She wanted to know that Andy was safe.   She’d been thunderstruck as she walked away from Rebecca’s apartment yesterday by the realisation that she’d let Andy go to the party wearing his monogrammed piny.  How had she let that happen?  Tiredness she guessed.  The last two days had been so hectic with so much hard work.   Periods of intense concentration and the worry about Andy had drained her energy.

The minutes dragged by slowly.  She tried listening to music on the radio.  But the babble on the popular stations was inane.  She felt fractious and irritable but knew her approaching period wasn’t helping.  She’d put a pad in her panties that morning just in case but it didn’t help that she also feeling incredibly randy.  She and Andy had had such plans for the weekend.  She felt thwarted and frustrated.  Despite her tiredness, she hoped her young friend would have some energy left after serving at the party.

Jane scanned through the stations and finally settled on Radio 3.  At least there was no silly chatter.  She dozed fitfully until at five minutes to ten she texted Rebecca that she was on her way up.  She picked up the document case from the passenger seat, locked the car and went into the apartment complex.

Jane rang the bell of Rebecca’s apartment.    She heard feet pad across the floor and then a clinking of metal.   The door opened a crack.  Rebecca put on a safety chain.   It hardly seemed necessary in a secure apartment building especially when Rebecca had only just allowed Jane admittance.  Jane could see Rebecca was wearing a light dressing gown with what looked like a flimsy negligee underneath. Unusually Jane had to look upwards to make eye contact with Rebecca.  Jane glanced down and saw Rebecca was wearing a pair of fluffy mule sandals.   They had a transparent platform and transparent heels.   The platform had to be at least three inches and the heels were probably seven inches or more.  ‘Stripper heels’ thought Jane.  

“Good morning Jane."

“Good morning Rebecca.  Did the party go well?”

“Yes, very well.”

“Was Andy helpful?”

“Oh, most definitely. You have such a good maid.  So well trained although we did find one or two gaps that needed filling.”  Rebecca gave Jane a knowing glance.

“Is Andy ready?”

“He’s almost ready, I think.”  

‘He?’ thought Jane.    “Oh!  You know.”  

Rebecca smiled rather like a cat who had the cream.  “Mmmm,” she murmured. Or was that a purr?  Jane could hear some little moans and grunts emanating from within the apartment.  It was probably Andy trying to get into his latex uniform: it was always so difficult if you didn’t have talc or someone to help.  Rebecca looked over her shoulder back into the apartment.  “He’s just coming.”  Rebecca made no attempt to remove the safety chain from the door.  Jane tried to see past her but Rebecca remained blocking the doorway. “I hope you didn’t spend long on the Verity proposal.”

After all her hard work, Jane was taken aback.  She felt sure that Rebecca would be aware just how much work would be involved in putting together the proposal.  All she could manage was the understated, “It took a while.”

“Mr.Verity has said he’s very happy.”  The whimpers from within the apartment were getting louder.    “He’s going to use us in future as his preferred supplier,” smiled Rebecca.

“Oh!”  Jane didn’t know whether to be annoyed or happy. ‘Now she tells me,’ she thought.    “That’s good.”

“I’m sure there’ll be a bonus in this for you.”

“I don’t know, “ Jane said modestly,  “I really haven’t done anything, and he hasn’t read the proposal yet.”  Jane tried to peer past Rebecca.   She held out the document case.  “Here’s the proposal.  I thought you might want to read it before we deliver it to Mr.Verity.”  A load gasp and a little shriek leaked out through the gap in the doorway.

“No need,” Rebecca said curtly, pulling the door closer to.

“What?”

“As I said he's very happy if not ecstatic,” Rebecca continued.

“But how?  That’s not possible.”

“Mr.Verity is delighted with what we do and the service we provide.”  Jane thought she heard a man’s voice, a door close and then some rustling inside the apartment.  "In fact he’s already doubled the size of his order," Rebecca said contentedly.  Jane could scarcely believe what she was hearing after all the effort and long hours she'd put in.    Moments later Andy appeared behind Rebecca.  He was dabbing at his lips.  Rebecca glanced over her shoulder and then took off the safety chain.  She pulled the door wide open so that Jane could at last see her young love.   He was wearing a traditional collarless long tailed blue man’s shirt.  He had no cufflinks and the double cuffs flapped.  The long flowing shirt made it look like a shirtdress.  A thin black leather belt gathered at the waist and gave it shape. Maybe it was a shirtdress.  It certainly suited him.   As did the fishnet stockings he was now wearing and the pink high heels that he’d arrived in.   He was carrying a small shopping bag.  

“I thought Andy would be more comfortable out of his latex.   I put his uniform in the bag with his other bits and bobs.   He can keep the shirt, the belt and the stockings.  The stockings are stay-ups but suspenders made them look so much nicer, don’t they honey?”   Rebecca looked at Andy. 

“Yes, Miss Bex.”  Andy looked down.  He knew Jane was staring at him and he desperately didn’t want to make eye contact.  Jane couldn't help noticing that his make-up was looking rather bedraggled.  Jane found it strange that his foundation, blush and eyebrows seemed surprisingly pristine while the rest looked tired and in need of a refresh.   His eyeliner had run although his false eyelashes were still in place.  His lipstick was badly smeared.

Rebecca took Andy’s free hand.  “Thank you, Andy for all your help.”  She turned to Jane.  “Your maid was a real hit at the party.”

“Good.”  Jane looked hard at Andy and raised an eyebrow.   “I think it’s time for us to go.  Are you sure you don’t need the proposal?”

“No, no need at all.  Better keep it on file though just in case.   And you,” she said towards Andy, “you’ve been so good.  Thank you for all your help.   Please take this little gift as a token of my appreciation.”  She handed Andy a gift-wrapped little box and then pulled him towards her, bent slightly, put a hand behind his head and kissed him full on the lips while staring over his shoulder at Jane.  Jane glared back at her.  As Rebecca finally pulled away, “I’d love to have you around again some day, especially if I have another party."

“Thank you, Miss Bex.”

“Say goodbye, Andy,” said Jane.

“Goodbye, Bex.”  

“Au revoir, Andy.  Au revoir,” said Rebecca and closed the door.

Jane took Andy firmly by the hand and led him along the corridor to the lift.  He had some explaining to do.

Parts 4 to 15 to follow.

Back home and back to work

Amanda had loved her stay in Lyon with Sheila and always tried to look perfect for her lover.  Amanda loved the opportunity to dress up especially when they were going out or going to see her former Mistress Gi and her partner P.

It was lovely for Amanda to live with Sheila and share her bedroom if only for a short while.  Amanda felt so comfortable being with her.  She could just relax and be herself.

 

Amanda also knew that when staying with Gi that she might get the chance to spend some time with P.  Amanda so fondly remembered the times when she used to sit on P's lap when she lived as a maid at Gi's house.   Perhaps P would give her a special treat sometime during her stay.

 Amanda had such fond memories of Gi dressing and preparing her for when her handsome husband got home and then leaving her man and her sissy to make love.  She knew her husband had needs in the same way that Amanda did.  Amanda loved those private moments with P who was a tender and considerate lover.

At times during the visit and being so close to P, Amanda yearned to be filled.   It had been so long since she'd felt her Master's stiff cock inside.  Although she loved Sheila dearly, Amanda still missed having a male lover who would take her and fuck her.  Someone she could submit to and just let their cock slide into her anus.  She remembered when she'd been a maid at a dinner party and P just came to the kitchen.  He'd exercised his droit de seigneur as her Master, bent her over and fucked her there and then. It had been so thrilling to know that the other guests were sat chatting in the dining room while she was wiggling he bottom and satisfying her lover.  Every thrust meant so much to her girlhood.   She could feel his desire for her with every thrust

And now, every time they passed in the corridor, Amanda could still feel that frisson.  She wondered whether he still felt the same about her.  Was the desire still there?  If she just gave the right signals would he pull her panties to one side and fill her in the same way he'd done in the kitchen all those months ago.  She was so confused about what she wanted: she loved Sheila so much.  

Back home again, the start of another day at work.    Amanda wondered how Sheila was doing, but also thought wistfully about P and his tender love.   Enough musing.  Time to get dressed and get to work.

Amanda's departure preparations

Amanda was starting to feel a lot better.  Before she embarked on her next trip back to Lyon, she thought she should visit her friendly Stallion and bid him a fond farewell.  When she was dressed for the journey, she went down to the Stable and made sure he was on his knees to kiss her goodbye.

He might like to play around with the Village Girls or even with that saucy filly Amber while she was away, but she'd make sure she gave him a little gift to remember her by. As she slid gently in and out of his mouth, she saw his own cock start to stiffen: he would always be hers and at her service.  He wouldn't forget.

Amanda in Lyon - Part 1

Amanda had been really looking forward to her trip to Lyon this weekend to see her Auntie and Uncle, and a very special lady. 

As she packed on Thursday evening, Amanda checked that she would be ready for her Master.  Warm thoughts of him inside her filled her head  There were so many things she was missing.  As she slid in her plug again, she started to muse in silent reverie and images of her weekend ahead filled her dreams

 Amanda longed to get away from the lousy English weather and relax in the sun as soon as she got to Lyon.   She could top up her tan and wait for Mistress and Master to get home.

Maybe a dip in the pool to cool and then change into uniform. It would be so exciting to have the house and pool to herself for a brief while.

She would be able to catch up on some of her chores while she waited. She would want to please her Mistress. 

She longed to look up old friends again and welcome Giselle home with a sweet kiss.  She would listen and catch up on all the gossip and to hear Mistress' plans for the weekend party with Sheila.

Giselle was wise and know that there was a danger of Amanda getting over-excited before Master got home and before she got a chance to see Sheila.  Giselle would know how to keep Amanda calm although it would be hard to stop her dripping in anticipation.

 Giselle would probably gift wrap Amanda for Master so that he had a little surprise presnt when he got home as a little surprise present.

When Giselle welcomed Master home, Amanda would be desperate to help.

Giselle would want to check that Amanda remembered her training.

Both Giselle and Amanda adored the taste of Master and he would give them both a little gift.

Giselle knew from his extreme stiffness how pleased her husband was to have Amanda back at the house.  He was always so much happier when their sissy was staying with them.   Giselle realised that Amanda deserved some time alone with Master but she made sure Master understood that  she was secure.

And that other pleasures must come later.  Giselle wanted neither Amanda nor Master getting carried away before the party.  Giselle did not want Amanda neglecting her maid duties and getting all dreamy.  Amanda needed to stay focused to ensure that she received her reward.  By party time she would desperate.  It would also ensure that Amanda would still be able to show Sheila just how pleased her maid was to see her.  Only Giselle knew quite how badly Sheila longed for her sugar baby and yearned for her little dolly.   It was great that Sheila was so understanding about Amanda's love for  Master.  She thought Sheila would appreciate a few special treats at the party. 

As she closed the door to leave Amanda alone to enjoy a little time with her Master, Giselle admired how elegant Amanda could be and the sweet love she showed to her husband.  Giselle shed a little tear.   She missed Amanda so much when she was away.   But she knew her sissy maid needed to develop a life of her own. But in the meantime, it was good that she came back to Lyon so often.  No doubt one day she would find a lover who would be able to fill her needs in such caring way as her husband, but she thought Amanda would always be devoted to her Master and want to please him in so many ways.

Once the door closed, Amanda wanted to show Master how hungry she was for him and that she would always be his little pup. Master eagerly took the opportunity to pound her face.  He knew even better than Giselle some of Amanda's needs and it was good to show Amanda who was the real Master of the house.

As Master calmed and Amanda's lust felt more sated, she  settled down to suckle gently on him.  She knew how much he still loved and cared for Mistress' sissy.

Amanda felt so relaxed and comfortable having Master all to herself, at least for a little while.  She settled down to enjoy the moment while he stroked her neck and made all her soft little fuzzy hairs stand up in arousal.  He was such a handsome, caring Master.

Amanda tickled Master and showed him where she would want him later.  She knew he would oblige.

Amanda knew good things must come to an end and she wanted more of Master's cream.

Amanda was so happy to be able to show Master how much she still loved him.

As Master's cream dripped from her face, Amanda proudly snuggled against his warmth safe in the knowledge that Master still found her sexy

 Amanda smiled minx like at Master and told how much she was looking forward to the party,  and that she was sure Mistress would expect her to give him extra-special maid service so that he might also satisfy her other needs.

Pussy goes visiting

Andy was such a little pussy when he was back with Giselle.  Maybe she'd give him something else to lick later.

Becoming Nathalie

Amanda felt fully prepared to meet Sheila.

Taken from Saragirl's Sissy Confessions.

Link to Saragirl's Sissy Confessions

Latex maid in ballet heels and bondage straps.

Given that Amanda is probably missing her maid duties at the moment. I thought she's appreciate this little clip.

Mistress would definitely be proud of you dressed like that.  (And I think another lady would be even more intrigued.)

Amanda misses her Master

It's lovely to see Andy posting again on the Smooth'n'Shiny blog and that he's had a happy time with a dear friend over Easter.   I'm sure he misses some other friends too.

Regarding the first of these photos, Amanda knows my love for Chloe des Lysses.  She's someone who always looks adorable, and  comfortable and relaxed whatever the occasion.  She always looks so calm, confident and happy even when, or maybe especially when, a cock is penetrating her arsehole. A genuine role model - and also very close to an Amanda lookalike.

Missing Master's touch so much

Missing preparing Mistress for Master

Missing Master and Mistress' dinner parties

Missing being bound while Master attends to Mistress.  It'll soon be his turn..

Morrigan

I was delighted recently to have Morrigan Hel ( ‏ @MsMorriganHel) as a Follower on Twitter (@Skin75and01).  I've always thought Morrigan absolutely wonderful and have admired her shoots in Marquis, SkinTwo and other magazines.  Ms Morrigan would make a lovely Mistress for Amanda.

Although when younger Morrigan looked delightfully innocent although her tattoos and clit piercing showed that wasn't altogether the case.

She loves her female slaves.

However, Ms Morrigan isn't always in a position to dominate.  I'm sure Andy's dear Mistress would chastise Morrigan if she went too far with my dear Stable Girl.

Morrigan clearly loves both domming and subbing.  Some of her sets are very stylish:

 I know how Amanda would like to readied for Master by her Mistress when she gets home.

 And since I'm sure Amanda would be disappointed not to see the beautiful Morrigan in full latex:

XXX to both Morrigan and Amanda