Part 30 – Andy 10:50 Sunday morning
The hinges squeaked
eerily as the kitchen door swung
open. The kitchen in Jane’s house was
one of the oldest parts of the building.
Although it had been modernised, it still retained some of the old
features. Heavy oak beams ran along the
edge of the walls and one central wide joist supported the high ceiling. Jane
had also decided to retain the old oak panelled doors to the kitchen. The
stench of a latrine filled in the air.
And then Andy burst into tears.
He couldn't believe the sight in front of him. The smell was emanating from Jane and the
area round her: Aunt Jane as he's never seen her before. She was standing in a puddle of excrement and
piss, naked except for her white Louboutins, the steel collar from last night,
and a leather harness that looped under her arms and across her front. A penis gag still protruded from her
mouth. A little belt girdled her waist
with a thin chain running from front to rear as a crotch strap. Wires ran from her pussy to a little control
box attached to the belt.
More brown stains
covered Jane’s front. Leather cuffs
still bound her wrists. Both the leather
harness and her cuffs were attached by ropes to an eyebolt that had been
screwed into the joist. Her arms were
above her head and she was motionless with her head slumped slightly forward,
soiled and bedraggled. Flies buzzed
around her and were settling on her body and on the pools and mounds at her
feet. “Oh, Auntie! What have they done
to you?” he sobbed.
Jane lifted her head
slightly trying to detect where the voice had come from. Then her whole body shook and
convulsed. Andy watched as she writhed
as if she was having an orgasm. Finally
it subsided and her head fell forward again.
Andy loved to help his Aunt reach those heights but not like this. He walked in a circle round her. There were red welts across her buttocks and
thighs. There was a little splutter and
a little trickle of fluid running down the inside of her left thigh. It ran past a thin silver chain around her
ankle like the ones he’d seen ladies wearing at the Gala. Some flowed into her
shoe while the rest joined the puddle of yellow fluid surrounding her. “You are a dirty girl,” he thought to
himself. At least she wasn’t dehydrated.
Her whole body had a
glistening yellow sheen. Her lovely
white Louboutins were now a shade of yellowy brown. Her legs were streaked with coffee brown
stains. Even worse was her face and hair.
Jane’s penis gag was connected by a tube to a large inverted plastic
bottle hanging from the joist containing yellowish fluid. Her bouffant silvery, platinum hair of last
night now lay lank and matted with brown goo and syrup. It looked like there was shit in her hair and
over her body. The syrup had run down
her body where the flies were feasting. Jane’s body was speckled with black
where some of the flies had got stuck after gorging themselves. Damp strands of wet, flattened hair clung
lankly to her face and neck. Although
her eyes were covered by a mask, Andy could see where her mascara and eye
shadow had run down her cheeks alongside more of the brown.
Andy didn’t know
where to begin. There were times a few
months ago when Jane had been so insistent on certain aspects of his training
that he’d wanted to get his own back on her.
She was always the dominant one.
When he’d tried to protest, she’d photographed him in embarrassing situations
and threatened to send them to his friends.
He wanted to have some control over what happened to him. It was nice being with Aunt Jane and being
feminised, but she kept taking it further.
He dreaded that one day she’d put him in a cockcage again and keep the
key. The night at Rebecca’s party had
been bad enough, especially with all those gorgeous ladies not to mention Mr.V,
but he could see she might want to keep him locked for longer. He so wanted to have the chance to use his
manhood but she never let him. Andy
paused. He’d never expected an
opportunity like this. He was somewhat
amused to leave her drooping in the middle of the kitchen at least for a short
while. He went back to the hall to get
his mobile from his little clutch bag.
He was surprised to see that there was a missed call from Jane at
21:00. He looked at his text
messages. There was something in his
Sent box that he didn’t recognise: “You’ll see me soon. Go back to our seats.” He’d
never sent that. They must have taken
his phone from his bag.
Andy went back to
the kitchen and took some photographs.
There was another hiss and spurts of urine sprayed from Jane’s crotch
followed me a dribble of brown excrement from her rear. It was mainly liquid and ran down her leg to
join the soft brown pool at her feet. He
caught that on video. He uploaded the
gallery to Dropbox as well as eMailing the pictures to one of his private
accounts. They might come in useful one
day if Auntie got too high handed though, given her current state, that didn’t
seem likely.
Andy put his phone
on the kitchen table and noticed a Post-It note and what looked like a rubber
bung. The Post-It read: “For secure
transportation.” Andy picked up the bung
and looked at it quizzically. He put it
down. He didn’t have time to ponder the
meaning of the note: he had work to do.
He found a can in
one of the cupboards. “Hold your breath,
Auntie,” he instructed. A fine mist of
fly spray hissed from the can. Flies started
to drop to the floor. Others stayed
stuck to Jane’s body as they expired.
Jane hadn’t been tarred and feathered, rather she’d been treacled
and flied.
In order to prevent
the mess spreading, he fetched a mop, bucket and disinfectant from the Utility
room and after putting on some rubber gloves proceeded to clean the floor round
Jane. At least she seemed to have
stopped pissing and shitting for a while.
He found a roll of
large black dustbin bags in one of the kitchen drawers. He unfurled the roll the kitchen floor and
into the hall. Then he went back to his
Aunt and finally removed the mask covering her eyes. She blinked and screwed up her eyes against
the glare of the bright kitchen lights. “It’s OK, Auntie. I’m here,” he said. Andy could see her relief when her eyes
focused on him. He disconnected the
bottle from her gag and removed it from her belt. A dribble of piss-like fluid leaked from her
gag. He couldn’t remove the gag: the buckle had been drawn tight and secured
with a padlock.
Jane’s head went
back and she started to shake and convulse again. Andy flipped a switch on the controller on
her belt. Jane trembled for a few
moments then settled. Next, while
holding one of her arms to steady her, he removed the shackles of the chains
attached to the back of her collar and holding her underarm harness. He stopped her from falling as she slumped
forward. She was clutching her arms as
blood surged back into them and the pins and needles became agonising.
“Take off your
heels, Auntie.” Jane nodded. Now that she wasn’t suspended she didn’t
need the height provided by her shoes.
Jane couldn’t bend down without topping forward. Andy helped Jane kick
off her Louboutins. He had to stop her
lurching as her calves cramped after hours stood stationary in 5” heels. He removed the hobble chain that still
connected her ankles, then guided her along the ribbon of black to the
downstairs wet room. He sat her on the
toilet while he turned on the shower and checked the temperature. Then he moved her across to sit on the bench
under the drench shower and side jets.
He didn’t worry since the water just bounced off his latex dress. Brown water ran towards the floor drain. Jane gestured with her head what she wanted
him to do next. He got her to stand and
unhitched her crotch strap. He caught
the plug as it slipped out of her pussy and removed the controller clipped to
her belt. Bending down he realised why
Jane had been shitting herself so badly: she was wearing a butt plug that was
making her arsehole gape open. He now
realised what the bung in the kitchen was for. He pulled on the plug but it wouldn’t
budge. He turned off the shower and got
some Vaseline from the First Aid box in the vanity unit. Carefully he pushed liberal dollops of
grease up inside the aperture of the plug as well as smearing it round the lip
of the plug. Gently he eased the plug
out. He was surprised to see that Jane’s
arsehole did not contract but remained dilated with a gape of nearly an inch. Poor Auntie.
That big cock of Leroy’s must have sodomised her for hours. And they’d deliberately left her gaping so
she would remember his cock for a long time.
More poo started to
leak from Jane’s rear. He put the shower
back on to flush away the faecal material.
He diverted the water to the hand-held showerhead and pointed it upwards
between her legs. His Aunt squirmed as
jets of water entered her anus and brown liquid flowed out. It wasn’t
enough. He needed to get her clean. Andy turned off the water and took a large
stainless steel dildo from the cupboard in the wet room. He held it up in front of Jane’s face and she
nodded. “We need to get you clean,
Auntie, don't’ we?” The penis protruding
from her mouth wagged up and down again.
“You always say you want me to be a clean boy.”
Andy washed the
stainless rod in the sink and rubbed it thoroughly with alcohol. It had probably only been inside him but it
was better to be safe than sorry. Jane
preferred that he didn’t leave any unwanted little gifts after her ministrations. It also meant that there was never any
problem sliding in first time. He
removed the showerhead and replaced it with the enema nozzle. He slathered her
anus with more Vaseline then set the flow to a low trickle and made sure the
temperature was lukewarm. The probe slipped smoothly into her gaping
maw. Andy was tempted to think how
easily a cock would slide into that well opened hole but a sharp pain down
below quickly arrested his little fantasy: Mr V had done an excellent job
re-tethering him.
Brown water dribbled
out of Jane’s rear. Only when Andy
pushed the nozzle in to its hilt did the leakage stop. Andy started to count out loud. “One, two, three ..” Ten was normally enough for a quick flush
when they were short of time. “Fifteen,
sixteen, seventeen… “ Thirty would make
sure that the lower bowl was loose and clear but normally took several
flushings. “Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two
…” Andy had only ever gone up to sixty
himself when he’d wanted a deep cleanse.
He smiled fondly at the memory of Auntie’s latex opera gloved hand and
the tunes her fingers had played inside.
“Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two ..”
He could see Jane’s breath starting to take short panting breaths. “A little more Auntie. Seventy-eight, seventy-nine …” Jane was starting to waggle her penis from
side to side but Andy continued. “Eighty-nine, ninety. That’s it.”
Jane looked at him with relief.
“Now let’s hold it for a while.”
Andy kept the dildo clamped firmly in her rear. Jane’s look changed to a glare. He was glad he hadn’t been able to unlock
her gag. “Come on Auntie. We’ve got to stop this mess. Otherwise I’ll have to put your tunnel plug
back in.” Jane bucked and shied like a
startled filly. “See. I know you don’t want that. Jane calmed and Andy waited another couple
of minutes. “OK. Let it out.”
He pulled out the nozzle and a solid jet of warm water erupted from
Jane’s rear. It splashed against the
wall together with the tell-tale pollution of little faecal particles. It slowly halted, albeit with a trail of
little spurts. Twice Andy repeated the
procedure although only with thirty second fills. Only on the third did the
water run clear. He pointed at the
clear water and Jane nodded. To her
surprise and his pleasure, he put the nozzle back for a fourth fill. He realised it was the first time he’d ever
felt in control with his Aunt.
When Jane finally
stopped squirting from the rear, another stream of piss came from her
front. It too ran clear. She’d obviously kept drinking her fluids. Andy removed the upper harness and the cuffs
from her hands. He checked the inside of
her right wrist. There was the little
tattoo of a high heel that he’d seen yesterday evening. Why did getting a tattoo depend on him if
she already had one? He found her steel
collar, like his own was locked shut.
That would have to stay on for a while.
He sat Jane down on the bench in the wet room leaving the jets playing
on her body.
Andy went back to
the kitchen. Surely they would have left
keys for the collar and her gag? He
looked across the counters and tables in the kitchen. There was the bung for her plug. There was the Post-It note. But nothing else. Andy searched around again. He lifted the Post-It note. Underneath it was a little key stamped with
‘Wolf’. He tried it in the padlock on his
neck collar: it didn’t fit.
Andy went back to
the wet room. He tried her collar with
the key. It didn’t fit hers
either. But it fitted smoothly on the
padlock through the gag buckle. He
undid the hasp and finally removed the penis that had filled her mouth for last
twelve hours or more. He savoured the moment of seeing it slide out from
between her lips. “Oh, Andy, I’m so
sorry,” she blurted as soon as it came out.
“I never wanted that to happen to you.
Please forgive me.” He hugged
his Auntie and turned on the shower.
Jane’s arms wrapped around her adorable latex sissy and together they
cuddled under the warm water, until Jane stopped trembling and she felt clean.
end of Part 30
