Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 24 - Rebecca 21:55 Saturday evening

Part 24 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 24 - Rebecca 21:55 Saturday evening

“It’s now or never, Harry,” Rebecca barked into her phone.   “How high would you be prepared to go?”

Rebecca waited.

“Well three thousand three hundred is the record bid so far. That was last year.  Would you go that high?”

Another pause.

           

“Really?   Four thousand!   Are you serious?” 

Rebecca was shocked.

“OK, Harry.   What if it went above four thousand?” she queried.

“Can I just check that?   You’d give me discretion up to five thousand.”

Rebecca waited for confirmation.

“That’s fine.  If you’re sure.   I can go up to five thousand.  I repeat five thousand but no higher.   Well it’s unlikely ever to get to that.   As I said, three thousand three hundred is the record.  She may go for a lot less.   Can you let me have your debit card details, please?”

 end of Part 24

 

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 23 - Andy 00:50 Sunday morning

Part 23 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 23     - Andy      00:50 Sunday  morning

The telephone beside Mr.V rang.

"Just a moment, Andy.   Do you mind if I take this?  It may be New York."

Andy’s eyes widened.   He gave a little nod to continue: "Naturally."

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

Andy had decided that he liked Mr.V.  He was charming and polite. And although he didn't want to admit, Andy thought he was handsome too. 

"How's what going?"

Mr.V might be dressed a bit boring in loafers, beige chinos and a crisp tailored blue shirt - classic dull business casual in Andy's eyes - but with a nice face and his five o'clock shadow becoming more of a rugged stubble, he was almost quite sexy.  Then Andy remembered those stubby cheeks.  He’d brushed against them as well as a long, sinuous tongue.  Andy had a little frisson of pleasure.  Forget ‘almost', definitely sexy.

"Very nicely, thank you."

Andy could only catch part of the conversation.

"Really!"

Mr.V seemed quite exasperated.

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

It sounded to Andy like quite a tense discussion.

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

Andy wished he could help Mr.V but didn't know what to do.

"That's not right."

Harry was clearly holding his ground in the negotiation

"Oh, I thought you meant ..... "

It seemed there had been a misunderstanding and things might not be as bad.

"Oh.   Do you have to? "

Mr.V seemed surprised.

"What do you mean: 'Thank you '? "

There was further apparent confusion.

"Oh. ...........What?"

Mr.V looked worried.

"Oh, no!"

Something was clearly not right.

"You wouldn't."

Mr.V looked anxious.  He again looked at Andy with concern in his eyes.  Andy got up from the sofa.  He didn't know what to do.  He went and knelt beside Mr.V's armchair.

"Please, don't."

While Mr.V's left hand held the receiver close to his ear, his right hand was gripping the arm of his chair.  His fingers were digging into the soft leather and his knuckles were white.  Andy softly touched Mr.V's taut hand and put his own delicate paw on top.  It looked small by comparison. 

Mr.V looked at Andy and tried to smile but it was more of a grimace.   "That's so unfair," he growled into the phone.   "Please, no.  I can't.   Not like this," he pleaded.   It was getting worse.  "Ruined? "

It sounded desperate.  The people in New York were obviously threatening to destroy Mr.V's company if he didn't comply with their demands.

"Lloyds?"

Andy wasn’t sure if Mr.V meant the bank or the insurer.   Whichever, it didn’t sound good: serious finance was in play.   He looked up at Mr.V hoping to feel reassured but Harry was gazing at the floor.  He squeezed Mr.V's hand.   Mr.V looked up and gazed into Andy’s eyes.  "Only when the time is right."   At least it seemed like Mr.V still had some control.   "But it's not like that," and Andy's hopes that Mr.V might survive this crisis started to fade.

"Maybe." There was a long pause and then Mr.V put the receiver down.

"Is everything OK?" asked Andy.  "It sounded like a real crisis."  Without even realising it, Andy was stroking the back of Mr.V's hand.   He looked up into Mr.V's eyes.  "Can I help?"

"You're very kind Andy but there's nothing you can do."

"I'm so sorry.  Poor you."   And as a natural response and attempting to give comfort, Andy lifted himself from his haunches and kissed Mr.V on the cheek.  His lips grazed against the slightly rough, stubbly surface.  Mr.V turned to him in astonishment.  Their eyes met.  "I'm so sorry ... I didn't mean ..."

"Oh Andy, don't apologise.   You're so sweet."  He stared at Andy for what were only a few seconds but to Andy felt like an eternity. And then it happened.  Mr.V lifted himself slightly from his seat, leaned across to the right and kissed Andy on the lips.  Andy sensed what was coming and puckered slightly.  It was only a brief kiss but Andy got a surge of pleasure.  This time it was Mr.V's turn to recoil and turn his head away with embarrassment.  "Sorry, I shouldn't have…. Please forgive me.  That was wrong of me. I didn't mean to take advantage."

"Don't worry, you didn't.  I would like to be forgiven for a lot more," and with that Andy raised himself again and kissed Mr.V firmly on the lips.   Their lips parted and their eyes met.  They looked into each other's for a minute, both trying to grasp the enormity of what was happening between them, and then Andy cocked his head slightly to one side and their lips locked together.  Andy felt Mr.V's hands ruffling the hair at the back of his head then clasping it.  Andy opened his mouth slightly and found Mr.V's tongue against his: the same long sensuous tongue that he'd felt once before when it had tickled and penetrated his anus.  Now it was altogether more delicate.  It felt to Andy so natural and right.    Their tongues exchanged licks and twirled against each other. Then Andy felt himself lifted and he found himself entwined with Mr.V in his armchair.  They changed from one long kiss to a series of little pecks.  "So can you forgive me?"

"Oh Andy, of course. And you, me?”

"Thank you.  You're wonderful and kind."  Andy kissed him again.  Then he asked, "Can you let me go a minute, please?"

"Why?"

"It's hurting."

"What's hurting?  I never meant to hurt you."

"Oh Harry, it's nothing you've done." Andy realised that for the first time he'd used Mr.V's first name without even thinking.  "It's just I'm very uncomfortable. I need to get out of this dress."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"No.  I don't mean what you're thinking; although I may need your help.  Please can you unzip me?"

"If that's what you want."  Andy stood up and turned his back on Mr.V.  He had total trust. He felt Mr.V stroke the nape of his neck.

"Be careful with the latex, it may tear."

"I will honey."

'Honey. Honey? Honey!' Andy couldn't believe he'd just been called 'Honey' by Mr.V.  Mr.V carefully held the together the top of the centre seams and slid the zip down to the small of Andy's back." That's fine, thank you. " Andy pulled his arms out of the sleeves and shimmied free, rolling the red latex down his legs and  stepped out of the dress. 

Mr.V gasped: "You're not wearing panties!"  

"No.  Auntie says it would ruin the lines of my dress. "

"She's right about that.”   But Mr.V was astonished for other reasons: not only were there no panties but there had been nothing to disrupt the sheer front of the dress.  And almost inexplicably, it looked like Andy had pussy lips but no cock.    “But you poor thing.  Have you had surgery since we met at Bex’s?”

“No!” replied Andy in shock.     “I wouldn’t want that.   No, I’m just a bit tied up.”

“What?  Have you been like that all evening?"

"Well, yes. "

"I didn't know how you got that effect.   Almost like a ..... like a ......"

"Like a 'camel toe'?"

"Er, yes.  Sorry."

"No need to apologise.  Just a little technique Auntie has said a girl like me needs to use. Except this time it's a bit different."

"But where are your testicles?  Surely she's not had you castrated?"

"Oh no."

"Thank goodness for that.  That would be so cruel."

"Would it?   I don't know.   Though sometimes  I suppose I do need them,” Andy said with a shy smile.  “I am rather attached to them.”

“But they’re not there.”

“Oh, they are.  My balls are sitting in the little channels from where they descended.  Auntie taught me to massage them up there.  Then I pull my penis back between my legs.   All you can see are the finishing touches when a little bit of tape holds everything secure, so it looks from the front like I have pussy lips."

“So that’s why ….”

"Yes, you don’t need to say.  It's just normally in a little cloth pouch that pulls back and fastens to a thin belt I can usually wear under my dress.  Except that's not really possible in skin-tight latex.  Please, I need unfastening.  It did get very uncomfortable when you were kissing me."  Andy smiled.

“I thought you were kissing me?"  replied Mr.V.   Both stopped and looked embarrassed. There was a difficult pause. "Oh gosh, sorry.  I don't know what I was thinking of."

"No need to apologise.  You're a good kisser," Andy said with another shy smile.  "Would you like to try again?" and the young sylph, naked except for his Louboutins, stood on tiptoe and, with upturned face and pleading puckered lips, looked up at the tall man who bent down and kissed him.  It was a soft lingering kiss and Andy wobbled on his heels and needed Mr.V to support and hold him.  "See!  But please can we stop before it starts hurting again."

"But I'm not doing anything!"

"Oh, but you are.  Would you help, please? "

"Of course." 

"I need unfastening. Do you have any kitchen towel? "

"Yes."

"Please can you get some?   It should be OK but just in case."  Mr.V went to the kitchen and returned moments later with a roll of kitchen paper.   Andy parted his legs slightly.  "Put a few sheets down between my shoes.  You may need to kneel down for this."

"They are very pretty shoes. "

"Yes.  Louboutins.  They’re lovely.   Auntie bought them for me.  They’re very expensive."

"But the heels are so high .  How do you manage to walk in them?"

"Practice.  Just like any girl," Andy said with a smile, "and these are only give five inch heels.  I'm hoping that one day Auntie will let me have a pair of Zanotti's with six or six and a half inch heels. "

"I'll buy you a pair," offered Mr.V.

"Oh that's so sweet of you.  You really shouldn’t.  We hardly know one another."  This time it was Andy's turn to bend down and give a little kiss to Mr.V.  "Now, let me bend over.  You'll see what you need to do."  Andy turned and leaning forward supported himself by resting his hands on the arms to the leather armchair.  He heard Mr.V gasp.  You just need to untie the bow then unloop it."

Mr.V stared at the bright red jewel with a narrow shiny steel perimeter shining from Andy's anus.  A red ribbon was tied in a bow around the base of the jewel.  Mr.V undid the bow and found the ribbon had been wound several times around the shank.  He had the dawning realisation that the jewel was attached to a plug that was filling Andy's bottom.  Andy had been plugged all the while they'd been talking.  "Do you want this out?"

“No, not yet.  Just undo the ribbon please."  Mr.V stared at Andy's jewel.  He clearly didn't mind wearing a plug.  Rebecca had said he'd been trained.  When he'd unwound the ribbon from the plug, Andy's cock hung down with ribbon trailing.  It had been wrapped from base to just below the glans, interlaced and double twined with ribbon like a capstan and pulled back hard so that it had sat flush against his perineum with the tip just touching the edge of the jewel. No wonder Andy's latex dress had such perfect clean lines. 

"So, no cock cage?"

"No.   No cock cage.   There's no need when I'm in a 'cache sex', although it does allow me a little more freedom, " Andy said with a smile.  "No padlock this time either.  Can you untie the rest of me, please?"

Mr.V carefully undid the knots on the double wound ribbon.  He noticed some slippery fluid had been leaking from Andy's cock despite the tight binding. "There," said Mr.V as the last of the ribbon came down: Andy's limp cock flopped down and his balls descended to fill their small sac.   Andy turned then realised too late his crotch was right in front of Mr.V's face.  To his shock and then delight, Mr.V lowered himself slightly and kissed the tip of his cock.

"Please, no.  I need to go to the toilet."

"Do you need your plug out first? "

"Yes, I probably should."  Without needing to ask, Mr.V put his right hand between Andy's thighs and grasped the rim of the jewel.

“I may be a bit messy," warned Andy.  Mr.V gathered a sheet of kitchen paper in his left hand.  The soft tip of Andy's cock tickled against Mr.V 's wrist.  As Mr.V started to twist and pull the metal plug, Andy's cock started to stir.  At the same time his ring tightened, as if unwilling to surrender the plug.    Mr.V pulled harder and Andy's anus began to part.   Mr.V slackened his grip and the plug rose back up inside Andy's rectum and nestled again against his prostate.  Andy's cock began to stiffen.  Mr.V tried a second time with a similar response. When the plug slid back in this time, Mr.V closed his lips around the engorged head of Andy's penis that was now pointing towards the ceiling.   Mr.V licked and then slid his lips down the shaft. His left hand now held Andy's right buttock, while his right pulled again on the metal plug.  As he sucked hard with his tongue lapping against the ventral  underside, he pulled again on the jewelled base.   Andy relaxed, his eyes closed and his arms stretched upwards like a cat purring with delight and he felt an intense wave of pleasure.  His anus dilated and the plug was free. A dribble of liquid and lube trickled on to the Persian rug.  Mr.V didn't notice.  He was too busy sucking the cock of the pretty girl in front of him while clutching the heavy stainless steel butt plug in his right hand.

"Please stop.  That's so nice but I really do need to go to the loo.  And I think I've dribbled on your carpet. "  Mr.V opened his mouth and released the penis that continued to stand proudly erect. "Which way's the bathroom?" Mr.V pointed and he watched as the whippet  like figure walked sinuously on his 5" heels across the hard wood floor, clicking all the way.   Tight, pert little buttocks swayed from side to side: buttocks that until moments ago had been harbouring a monstrous butt plug that easily exceeded the girth of his own cock and was only an inch or two less in length.   His Auntie had certainly been training him for something but the sheer weight and size of the thing must have kept him permanently conscious of its presence.   He could hear the echo of Andy's tinkling urine in the bathroom.   He swiftly wiped up the slimy little pool from the rug and laid the plug on a bed of kitchen paper.  

Mr.V went to the guest bathroom to flush away the soiled paper and wash his hands.  When he got back, Andy was stood by his armchair and the plug was no longer on the occasional table.  "Sorry I took so long but it takes a while for me to get going after I've been tethered for so long.  And it's also not easy having a pee when you've got an erection," he said with a shy smile. "Could I have drink, please?"

“What would you like?”

“Oh, just water.  Sparkling water if you've got it.  I'm always hesitant about drinking very much when I'm like that. "

"Understandably.  Are you warm enough?"

"Your apartment's warm but I do feel a bit chilly.".

"Have a drink while I get you something. "  Mr.V got some Perrier from the fridge, then disappeared to a side room and returned carrying a folded blue woollen garment.  "Will this do?"

Andy stopped sipping the cool water.  "Yes, that's perfect," said Andy after slipping on a long , baggy fisherman's jersey.   It hung loosely down and covered his bum although his now limp, little cock managed to peep out below the front hem.  Mr.V  realised that the red jewel was again glistening between Andy’s bum cheeks.  Despite the heaviness of the plug, his pretty friend had returned his  toy to its natural home.  It looked like the perfect adornment.

“Shall we sit down will you finish your drink?  Are you sure you don’t want a coffee?”

“Maybe I will.  I know it’s late but can I have an Espresso, please?”

“Yes, of course.  It is getting late.”  Mr.V loaded a pod into the Nespresso machine.   While it whirred and hissed into life, he asked: “Do you want to go home?”

“I don’t think that would meet the rules of the Auction.   I think I’m to be with you till the morning.   The driver said she’d pick me up then although she didn’t specify the time.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.   I can drive you – I’ve only had one whisky – or I can call you a cab?”

Andy looked wistful.   “Let’s see.   I was enjoying our chat and I’d like to drink my coffee, please.”

Mr.V handed Andy a small cup then put another pod into the machine.  “I normally prefer decaf in the evenings but I can see we may be talking for a while.”   Andy stood beside him and didn’t make a move to sit down.  When the machine had stopped hissing, Mr.V took his cup and went back to his wide leather armchair.  Andy followed behind. 

“May I?”


end of Part 23

 

 

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 22 - Rebecca 00:45 Sunday morning

Part 22 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 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 21 - Andy 20:40 Saturday evening

 Part 21 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 21     - Andy      20:40 Saturday evening   

“Oooh, Auntie!   That’s just like mine!” Andy exclaimed as another model strutted down the catwalk. 

“Yes, dear.   William Wilde does such nice dresses.   But you look better than her in it.   At least I won’t need to buy that one.”

The fashion show and auction had been going for nearly ten minutes and Aunt Jane had already placed orders for many different items.  She kept pressing the little key pad that she’d been given to take bids.  

“Why do they call it an Auction, Auntie?   No one’s competing for the items.  It’s just a fashion show where you can place orders.”

“I don’t know darling.   Just keep watching.  The prices are good though.   Do you like that?”  A model was walking with very short steps in a tight hobble skirt.

“It looks lovely but for you or for me?”

“For you, naturally,” said Jane.   Jane keyed in another order.  She’d already ordered several dresses, pairs of leggings in both cherry red and black, a bolero jacket, as well as latex stockings and lingerie for her young companion.  She’d even indulged in a latex hood with a detachable ponytail, as well as a three of wide latex collars, one plain with just D-rings and the others studded with the words ‘Sissy’ and “Boy”.   That would avoid any confusion at parties.   She also bought a latex hunting outfit for each of them since the Sisterhood’s quarterly hunt was later in the month.   The riding crop was just for her though in case Andy got any ideas.   For him, she'd ordered a red latex fox catsuit with hood and tail so she could have a little pursuit of her own when they were home. The final item on the catwalk was a shimmering opalescent mermaid dress that she couldn’t resist.   She ordered two: one for her and one for Andy.  She wanted to ensure that they were the stars at the Hunt Ball.

All the models came back on to the stage.   “And that concludes this part of the Auction,” boomed an announcement from the stage.   “Wasn’t that fabulous?   Give them all a big hand. ”   There was tumultuous applause as the models gave a last strut across the stage and then trooped off.   “Just time to place any final orders. Remember you won’t see prices like these in the shops or on-line.  Only The Sisterhood can get such amazing deals.  And now, Colin and Simon will come round sorting out your payments while dessert is served.  Please have your terminals ready.” 

“How much have you ordered, Auntie?” whispered Andy.   Two maids wearing flouncy French maid dresses with layered petticoats had come into the back of the room and were starting to go round the tables.  Each had a hand-held credit card machine. 

“A lot.   But it will be worth it.   Now let me just sort payment.”    Jane passed her terminal to one of the maids. 

“That’ll be two thousand nine hundred and seventy pounds, please Madam,” said a somewhat gruff voice that hardly went with her stylish uniform.    Jane proffered her credit card.   “Sorry, debit card only, Ma’am.”

“But I’m not sure I’ve got the balance on that,” protested Jane.

“That’s the rules, Madam.  Debit only.  We can always knock some items off but you’ll be missing some bargains.”

“I know.  Let me see if it’ll go through.   I may just have the balance in my current account.”   Jane put her credit card back in a little wallet and withdrew her debit card and pushed it into the machine.

“PIN, please.”   Jane punched in four digits.   The transaction seemed to stall for a while.  “Don’t worry, it’s slow tonight,” said the maid.   Then the machine whirred and printed out a little slip.  “Yes, that all seems to be OK.”  The maid handed the receipt to Jane.  “Many of your items will be packed and bagged for when you leave.  The rest will be delivered in the next 3 working days.  I guess you won’t be bidding in the next Auctions.”

“Next auction?” squeaked Andy.   “But I thought that was the Auction.  The L in Gala was for Latex.”

“We’ll see dear,” said Jane.   “Eat your dessert.”   Jane just wanted to get to  the dancing.

end of Part 21

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 20 - Jane 06:00 Sunday morning

  Part 18 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 20     - Jane  06:00 Sunday morning

As the night progressed, Jane would doze off to the strains of the hypnotic mantra.  Then she’d be rudely awakened by another drenching of warm fluid as someone else urinated on her.   Twice more her body became a dumping ground for other effluvia.

The final step came when she was shaken awake and her headphones were removed.  “We don’t want to get these wet do we? Is the camera running?   Let me just get up.”  Jane heard scrabbling on the bath and sensed a presence above her head.  Warm liquid cascaded on to her hair, down her face and ran down the back of her head and neck.  Someone was squatting above her and performing her toilet. She tried to shake her head but there was a firm thwack across the front of her thighs.  Jane hated  to think about the welts that would now be showing on her legs and bottom.  “No mini-skirts for you, dear, for a few days.”

“Sorry dear. I hadn’t seen you’re empty.   You’ll want a drink of that: we wouldn’t want you to waste any.”   More horrible tasting fluid flowed into Jane’s mouth through the gag.  “Now it’s almost time for you to go home.   Leroy, Ashton help LADY Jane up.”   The word ‘Lady’ was expressed with contempt in her voice.  “Wear the rubber gloves and try not to get too messy.  She is a rather dirty girl.  Start by untethering her hands and feet.”  Strong hands went under Jane’s arms and lifted her to the vertical.  Another pair held her waist and steadied her.   Involuntarily Jane felt more poo slide out of her tunnel plug and she let out a little spurt of wee.  “Keep it in the bath dear.” Jane winced as a sharp pain shot from her buttocks.  She’d been hit by something like a riding crop.   “My, you’re not dirty, you’re a filthy slut.   Shame about your shoes.  Ah well!  If only that were all you had to worry about.  Put the harness on and then wrap her!  Keep the camera running.  Do some stills too.  Some people like this scat stuff.”

Jane felt rather woozy and wobbly as leather straps looped under her arms and shoulders, and across the top of her breasts.   She felt a buckle being fastened behind her back.   There was an odd squeaking sound and then Jane felt contact as    something was wound round her neck.   It went round her neck several times and then criss-crossed under each arm before progressively moving down her entire body.  Her arms were bound in against her sides.  Jane realised that she was being wrapped in layers of clingfilm.   “Stop a second Leroy.   We just need to change the battery on the front plug and put in the bung for her rear.   We don’t want her shit going everywhere.”   Gloved fingers fumbled in Jane’s groin  and then the wrapping continued with both plugs in place. “Do some half twists through her crotch to keep everything secure and prevent any ‘accidents’ during the journey.   Now get her legs and feet close together.”    The wrapping continued downwards, binding Jane’s legs together, finally stopping at her ankles.  Jane was trussed, mummified and rigid in the tight clingfilm casing but could feel slimy objects pressed against her body.

“Put one bin bag inside the other, we don’t want her leaking.   I’m sure she won’t want shit on her upholstery.”   The mummified Jane was lifted out of the bath and lowered into an open bin black bag that came up to her waist.   “Now tape her.”   There were squeals as duct tape unwound from a reel and secured the plastic bag  tight around her lower torso.   “Cut out a head hole then do the same for her top half.   Jane felt her head pushed through a tight opening and then tape wrapped tightly round her to secure the bag.   “We don’t want you to lose your nice hair do either.  Leroy get a couple of her turds from the bath and put them on her head.”   Jane felt something resting on her damp hair.   “Oh that looks nice: the icing on the cake.  That’s if you like brown icing and it’s all your own work.  Not just a filthy girl but pooey too.” the voice said with a chuckle.   “On with a shower cap and then she’s ready to go.  Bye, bye Jane.  Such a shame we didn’t get you to suck Leroy.   A photograph of that would have been good on our Christmas card but your sissy riding his cock will be even better.”    Jane stiffened if that were possible given she was bound rigid in her clingfilm sheath “Have a little more piss before you go: you need to be well hydrated for the journey.”  More liquid spurted from the meatus of the rubber penis filling Jane’s mouth.  Jane gulped it down.   Although disgusted with herself, Jane had grown to like the taste of the bitter liquid, She almost felt intoxicated with its strange sweetness.   She’d drunk a lot during the evening to which her frequent pissing bore testament.   She’d even started to wonder what Andy’s would taste like.  “You are an thirsty girl.   Drink it down..  I hope we see you soon at one of our next meetings, Jane: one to which you’ve been invited. Take her away boys.  Make sure you give her plenty to drink while you do the work and when you leave” 

Jane was lifted off her feet and flipped horizontal.   She was getting hot inside her plastic packaging and was starting to perspire.  It was the same sensation as wearing a tight latex dress but this was much, much worse.  Her head was spinning as they manhandled her out of the bathroom. Then Jane was being carried, she knew not where.  Her world had narrowed to inescapable darkness and isolation, and the rotten scent of excrement. They tipped her head down and she came to rest on her side.  There was a familiar clunk, although it resonated more loudly than usual.  Jane realised she was inside the boot of her own car.  The driver’s door closed and, as the car pulled away, she drifted into dreamless sleep.   

end of Part 20

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 19 – Sid 20:40 Saturday evening

 Part 18 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 19 – Sid  20:40  Saturday evening

 "Wos all this abowt, then?"

 "Just go to Tesco, Sid, and buy the stuff wot's on the list.  Make sure you keep the receipt since we'll charge it to the room."

 "It's the funniest room service order I've ever seen. "

 "Who knows what the punters want?  Just buy the stuff and be back in half an hour. We don't want to keep the customer waiting, do we?"

"OK.  Let me just check I've got it down correct:

4 jars of Nutella or one big catering size tub.

4 jars of runny honey or a catering tub of golden syrup

8 cans of Red Bull

1 bottle of lactulose - I may have to go to the all night pharmacy for that one

1 bottle of lime juice concentrate

1 bottle of Tequila

1 box of Dioralyte rehydration salts - may be another pharmacy job

2 big rolls of cling film

1 roll of heavy duty bin bags

1 roll of duct tape.

Looks like the shopping list for a sleepy boozer with constipation."

 "Shut up, Sid.  You got the order right.   Now get off to Tesco.”

end of Part 19