Come in Young Man - Part 6

This is the fifth part of the story inspired by SweetAndyLatex artwork "Come in Young Man":
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Part 6 - Sunday (4)

Andy continued, "Well a bit after seven, guests started to arrive.   Mostly couples although there were some single girls and a few single men.  All were very smartly dressed.  Some had holdalls that they put in the coatroom.   Some of ladies were wearing latex like Rebecca."

"What? Latex skirts?"

"We'll a whole variety actually. There were some latex skirts, but quite a few latex dresses and some of the younger girls were wearing tight latex pants.  They looked fabulous.  I really liked that look with strappy high heels. Can we try that sometime, Aunt Jane?"

"Do you mean for me?"

Andy blushed. "Well, I was actually thinking for me.  But why not for both of us?  Wouldn't we look good together?"

Jane smiled.  The shy, embarrassed boy of only a few weeks ago seemed suddenly to have leapt forward in the last twenty-four hours.  She loved the idea of them looking like sisters and fashionable lovers.  "I know you would, hun,” she said.  “I’m not sure I’ve still got the right shape."

"Of course you have, Auntie. You know you've got a fantastic figure. And you’ve got wonderful legs.”  Jane smiled.  She loved Andy’s compliments and knew he was being sincere not just flattering.  She also felt reassured that she was still his centre of attention and affection despite kissing Rebecca earlier.   “I'm sure your lady friends in The League would agree.   And certain things would be much easier to fasten if you were wearing trousers than a skirt." Jane was sure Andy had just given her a cheeky wink.  "You wouldn't need to scrunch up your skirt.  Or even take it off."

"Yes, honey.  If you've been good and I get my bonus, we'll have a look in 'Latex, Leather and Leisure'.  Or maybe we should take a special trip to London and look around SkinTwo or Westward Bound?"

Andy beamed at her.  "Oh, Auntie that would be fabulous.  Maybe Honour, too?" 

Jane smiled right back. "Good."  She wanted to kiss him and more.  She wanted to stand him up, lift the back of his trenchcoat, put her hands on his pert buttocks, pull him towards her and kiss him.  She wanted to feel him stiffen against her belly as she ran her tongue over his lips and then probed his mouth. She wanted to see him feel ashamed at getting aroused despite his overt femininity.  Then she recalled that was something she wouldn’t feel.  Andy would simply be aching in his cage, his poor cock straining helplessly within its confines begging for release.  That made her want to take the upper hand even more.  She wanted to peel off that trenchcoat, bend him over their table, raise his long shirttail, and have her way with him there and then.  It was perhaps fortunate that she’d kept all her toys at the house.  It did give lascivious pause for thought.  Despite recommendations from the ladies of The League, she had still never made love to Andy while he was wearing a cock cage. She now realised what an exquisite mix of punishment and pleasure it might provide for them both.  She dismissed the thought of dropping Andy at his parent's: they might both be tired but she would definitely need to take him to her house first when they got to the coast.

Jane calmed herself as Andy described more of the evening.  The arrival of the guests, the handing round of drinks and canapés, the flirting with some of the waiters in the kitchen all seemed very sedate apart from the compliments Andy received about his latex maid’s dress especially from some of the younger ladies.   They’d wanted to know the design house.  Andy had told them about purchasing it at House of Harlot and some of the other latex items he wore.  They’d all shared notes about different designers until Rebecca had reminded him that he was at the party to work.

Around nine-thirty, Andy was asked to fetch coats as quite a few of the guests were leaving.  Apart from some of the guests' attire, it all sounded rather sober and dull.  At ten o’clock Rebecca sent the caterers home.  One of the waiters had tried to give Andy his phone number.  By ten-thirty o’clock, it was just those wearing latex and leather and their escorts who remained.  “Then some of them asked for their holdalls and went to the bathroom or just began to change in the coat room.   They were changing into latex and leather costumes.  Some were hardly clothes; they were more like just harnesses.  Some of the ladies had no panties.  Some were in thigh boots; all were in high heels and stockings even many of the men.  Some of the men had leather harnesses and collars and one or two even had cock cages.   But all of them wore masks.”

“You mean it was like a masked ball?” asked Jane.

“Exactly.  It was hard to work out from the previous guests who was who.  And it was then that Rebecca asked me to go with her to her bedroom.”

“Oh, yes?” said Jane quizzically.   So was this when Rebecca had taken advantage?

“No it wasn’t like that.  She wanted me to help her change.  She started to undress.  She asked me to unbuckle her shoes and help her slide out of her skirt.  She took off her top too and her bra.  She’s a pretty lady.”

“I know.  You don't need to remind me.”  Jane was getting annoyed again.  She was definitely going to bend Andy over and give him what for when they got to her house.

“She asked me to fetch her change of clothing from the wardrobe.  As I was looking in the closet she said ‘Andie, it’s the jacket and jodhpurs on the left hand side.  Oh, and bring the latex gloss spray that’s on the side table, please Andrew.  I think we could both do with a shine.’”

“No!”

“Before I knew what I was doing, I said ‘Yes, Miss Rebecca.’”

“Oh Andy, haven’t you seen ‘The Great Escape’?”

“Yes, Auntie, I know.  I shouldn’t have done but it was just instinctive.”

“Ah, well.  So what did Rebecca do?”

“She said, ‘I thought so.  It’s Andrew, isn’t it?”   I nodded and mumbled something.  She went on “You’re not Andie with an I E, are you?  You’re Andy with a Y.  I didn’t think Andrew was a latex manufacturer.  I couldn’t find them on the Internet.  And when you told my girls that you’d got the dress from House of Harlot, I had a hunch about you.   What I will say is that Jane has got taste.  Fantastic taste.  But letting you wear your monogrammed pinafore was a grave error.    Now help me get into these.’” 

Despite her error, for some reason Jane felt a bit smug.  “Her girls?”

“Just wait, there’s more. I laid out the clothes and then she took me to her en suite bathroom.  She asked me to shower her down.   I held the shower rose and sprayed warm water on her.  Then she asked me to lather her.  She didn’t want me to use a flannel or a sponge, just my hands.  Auntie, I had to soap her everywhere.”

“Everywhere?”

“Everywhere. She was most particular about how she wanted me to make sure she was clean.  And I mean everywhere.  Did you know she has a clit ring?”

“No!   Really!”    Jane realised she was learning more about Rebecca than she ever thought possible.

“Yes, really.   Then I rinsed her off and, when she stepped out, dried her with a fluffy white towel.  I had to make sure she was dry in all her little cracks and crevices.  It was so embarrassing.  After I’d been kneeling down drying between her toes and legs, she got me to stand up.  Then she bent down and lifted my skirt.  She pulled my panties aside and found that cage thing.  She said, ‘I wondered why you were such a good girl.  Jane’s so sensible.’  Then she made me turn round and she pulled down the back of my panties.  ‘Oh, there’s something missing there.  But we can make amends if need be,’ she said.  Then I got a powder puff and prepared to talc her.  Then she asked ‘What are you getting that for?’   I said to get her dry and smooth before she put on her jodhpurs.  She said the talc just made a mess inside and said silicone oil was far better.  She got me to fetch a bottle from her dressing table and then rub it on my hands.”

“She did, did she?”

“Yes, and then she wanted me to rub it into her.”

“Oh, yes.”

“She got me to start at her neck and then work down.   She wanted it all over.   She seemed to enjoy that.  She didn’t want me to stop even when I got lower down.   She’s hairless like me.  She must have Brazilian’s too.   She’s even got a tattoo where her pubes should be.”

“The hussy.”  She’d always thought tattoos a bit low a discreet, private one might be nice.   She shuddered at the thought of the pain though.  Especially down there.    “What’s it of?” she couldn’t resist asking.

“It’s like flames are coming up from around her clit ring.   She wanted all that oiled too.”

“Sounds like you were rather too willing, young man.”

“What could I do, Auntie? I didn’t have an option.  I knew it would reflect badly on you if I didn’t comply.”

“Yes, you’re right dear, of course.  You’re so thoughtful.  But it does seem like she was taking advantage of your services …. and you didn’t mind.”   Inwardly, Jane understood that by this time her young man was probably bemused by the whole chain of events and was merely being swept along.

 
Parts 7 to 15 to follow. 

Come in Young Man - Part 7

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Part 7 - Sunday (5)

“While this was going on, the noise level from the party was starting to rise.  The music was louder and it was clear things were starting to happen outside.   I fastened a black latex bra.  Then I slid her into the jodhpurs and zipped her up at the back.  She didn’t wear panties. Then she asked me to polish her.  She didn’t want me to use a cloth.  I just sprayed the gloss straight on to her and polished her with my hands.   That was all over too.”

Jane thought enviously of Rebecca having Andy’s hands caressing Rebecca’s breasts, rubbing her thighs and softly polishing her intimate crevices. This was a service that she would have to get Andy to provide for her in future.   She wondered what it would be like feeling Andy’s fingers pressing against that ring.

“While I was polishing Rebecca’s bottom, someone came into the bedroom without knocking.  Peeking between Rebecca’s thighs I could see her visitor.  Although she was wearing a mask, I recognised one of the girls I’d met earlier from her shoes and latex trousers. She carried a little bag with her.   I didn’t know where to look although she seemed quite nonchalant.  ‘Hi, Mum,’ she said.  ‘I see you’ve become friends with the new maid. She’s a pretty girl, isn’t she?’

“’Hello Freddie.   So you’ve met Andy.  Yes, very pretty, ’ Rebecca replied.  ‘But she’s really a he, not a she.  She’s a sissy. She’s the maid of a colleague at work.  A Sissy Maid.’

“’How delicious,” the girl replied.  “She’s so good looking.”  At that point I blushed.   “What do you think she looks like without her make-up on?   I bet she’s dead cute.  Though it must be such fun dressing her and making her up.  Do you think she’s an active girl?” she asked with a nod of her head and a wink at Rebecca.   ‘If I had a girlfriend like her, I might be tempted not to bother with boys.  It’s so fashionable to have a girlfriend these days and she really would be the best of both worlds.’  I blushed even harder.  I just hoped it wasn’t showing through my make-up.   Is that what I’ve become Auntie, a fashion accessory?”

“No, of course not Andy,” Jane replied.  “I just not what you like and what you want to be.  I’ve just been helping you unlock the inner you.   Don’t you like being made-up and wearing high heels?”

“Well, yes …”

“Don’t you like the nice clothes you wear when you’re with me?”

“Yes, but …..”

“And wearing latex?   Don’t tell me you don’t like that?”

“Of course, Auntie.   But when we’re out together.   It’s when we’re out together…”

“You look like my young niece.   That’s all.”

“But what do people see?  What do they think? Am I just your fashion accessory?”

“Of course not, dear.  I’m quite upset that you can even suggest that.  I think you know how much I care about you.   I’ve just helped you touch the inner you in the same way that you’ve helped me to like some new styles of dress.  I’d never have tried latex if you hadn’t made those naughty sketches.   Remember, it was your drawings that started all this.”

“Yes, Auntie.  I’m sorry.’

“Honey, there’s nothing to be sorry about.  I’m just sorry that I put you in this situation last night.   Just remember, people like at the party see you how they want to see you.  They see a pretty young girl.  When we’re out together, it’s an Aunt out with her niece or maybe with a very sexy younger girlfriend,” reassured Jane.  “What we do at home is entirely our affair.   People aren’t fussed.  I can perfectly understand that young lady’s attraction to you though.   Don’t you want to be attractive to girls?”

“Of course, I still like girls.  I don’t think I’ve ever disappointed, have I?”  

“Not at all, my sweet.  You’ve always been most …. “ Jane sought the right delicacy “…. obliging.”  

“But,” Andy continued, “I’ve always thought more about girls when I was dressed more as ‘me’.”

“But this is ‘you’ Andy.   Dressing like you do with me is as just as much part of you as the Andy I used to watch in the park playing football.  It’s still you.  Anyone would think you didn’t want pretty girls to like you.”

“Not at all.”

“What is it then?  Did you just expect me and boys to find you attractive?  Or do you just want boys now?”

“No, no,” Andy tried to protest although Aunt Jane could see he avoided eye contact with her by staring at the table and his foundation could not hide the blush that started to fill his cheeks.

“Is there something that you’re not telling me, honey?   Did you meet a boy at the party?  I know you said one of the waiters gave you his phone number.”

“No, it wasn’t like that at all.   Well, not quite like that.”

“Look at me Andy,” Jane directed.   Andy reluctantly raised his eyes and looked at Jane.  “I think something happened, and I think there’s something you’re not yet telling me.”  Andy’s blush turned a deep crimson.   “Tell me the rest of what happened yesterday.”

“OK, Auntie.   And I do love you.”   Andy put his hand across the table.  His immaculately manicured fingers reached out to touch Jane’s hands that were clasped in front of her on the table.  Their nail varnished fingers gently touched.

“I know darling.  I know,” Jane cooed.   “And if you have met a boy, I’m not worried.   Honestly. Jealous maybe, but not worried.  It’s only natural.  You’re very pretty and sweet natured.  Who wouldn’t want you as their girlfriend.”

“Thank you Aunt Jane.   Thank you.   But I do still love you.”

That ‘still’ was the tell-tale to Jane.   Who was it, she wondered, that had captured her boy’s attention and possibly affection?   “I know, honey.  I love you too.  You’re so special to me.   Now tell me the rest of what happened.”   

Parts 8 to 15 to follow.

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

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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. 

Come in Young Man - Part 10

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Part 10 - Sunday (8)

 

Jane staggered slightly. Then her legs buckled and she sat back down heavily in her seat.  Customers in the shop were still looking at her.  Andy looked both worried and petrified.   The staff behind the counter looked anxious in case a full blown ‘domestic’ broke out and they might need to quell an argument. 

Jane was in shock.   She’d deliberately sent Andy out in a cock cage to make sure he behaved and didn’t do anything silly.  Only she had the key.  She’d wondered about fitting him with a full chastity belt but there hadn’t been the time and she thought it likely to be too uncomfortable for him to wear over a long evening.  She was now regretting her decision.

Andy learned forward solicitously and asked, “Auntie, are you OK?”

“Sit down!”  Jane commanded Andy, although her firm tone was quieter than before.

“I thought we were going, Auntie?” queried Andy.

“We were but now I want to hear all the rest of what happened. St down!” Jane commanded again.  “I’m too angry to drive at the moment.   You held that little piece of news back didn’t you?”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” Andy mumbled.

“Don’t lie!  You know it did.   Why else would I have sent you out wearing a cock cage?”   Heads turned.   Jane was still speaking quite loudly.  Cock cage?  What need would a pretty girl have for a cock cage?  Perhaps the lady meant she’d put the girl’s boyfriend in a cock cage to stop any hanky-panky.   That might explain it.  Maybe she needed protection?  Kinky but still plausible.

“Please Auntie, people are staring,” pleaded Andy not wanting the attention or for people to learn too much about them.

“Let them.   You’d better have a good explanation.   Why did you take it off?   Was it so you could have a go with Rebecca?  Or was it that Freddie girl?”

“No it wasn’t like that,” implored Andy softly trying to prevent all the café eavesdropping on their argument.

“Really?  So why did you take it off?”

“I didn’t.  I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t?”

“I couldn’t,” Andy repeated.  “I don’t have the key, Auntie.  You kept it.”

“Well someone took it off.  Did she take it off?”   Jane’s tone was still irate and Andy was conscious that their neighbours’ attention was still on them.

“If you mean Rebecca, then no, she didn’t,” Andy replied. 

“Then, who did?”

“Let me explain,” Andy requested.

“OK.  Have it your way.  But you’re in big trouble, my girl.”

“Well I finished attaching the chains to Freddie’s nipple rings.”

“The more you talk, the more she sounds like a slut.  Was it her?”

“No, Auntie.   Please let me finish.  And she was a nice girl and she looked very sweet and sexy with her breasts lifted slightly by those chains.”

“Not helping,” said Jane sternly.   “Can you get on and tell me what happened?”

“Well after her bra was on, Freddie wanted me to polish the straps and then Rebecca wanted her bolero jacket glossed too.”  

As Andy spoke, Jane tutted and emitted  “Tssks,” of exasperation.

“Then we all went back into the party.   The noise level had risen.   A number of people asked me for drinks and I had to run to the kitchen to fetch them.  After I’d served people, I had the chance to look round the party more.  I found Rebecca sat on a sofa with the man wearing the ‘V for Vendetta’ mask.   Freddie was stood hovering nearby: her latex shining, her breasts pert, and her rings and chain glistening.  She looked stunning.   But Mr.V seemed to be ignoring her.  He and Rebecca were in close conversation.   Rebecca called me over and asked me to get her a Brandy Alexander and a glass of champagne for Mr.V.    Freddie took the opportunity to join the conversation and asked for a Cape Cod.   I had to ask how to make them.”

“Trust Rebecca to ask for something fancy.  Why couldn’t she have dry white wine like any normal person?” Jane said peevishly.

“It took me a while to find all the stuff in the kitchen.  Anyway, I returned with the drinks and found Freddie was now sat very close on the other side of Mr.V trying to get his attention although he seemed focused on Rebecca.”

“What did he look like?” asked Jane.

“Well, obviously I could only see his clothing, not his face.   He sounded very well spoken.   Unlike the rest of the party guests, he was dressed quite normally: a smart opened necked shirt and a nice pair of dark blue chinos.   And he had a pair of polished black Oxfords.  Very respectable.”

“Mmmmm,” Jane pondered.

“Anyway, both Rebecca and Mr.V thanked me for their drinks while Freddie just took hers without a word.    Mr.V asked me my name and what I was doing at the party.   I was a bit tongue-tied but Rebecca encouraged me to answer.  I told him it was ‘Andie’ and that I’d been asked to help as a maid.   He admired my uniform and noted that ‘Andrew’ was written on the pinafore.   I didn’t know what to say by Rebecca butted in with, ‘Oh, that’s just the maker’s name.  Doesn’t she look nice though?’   Mr.V agreed.  ‘Come and talk to us.’ Rebecca said,  ‘I think you’ve done enough this evening Andie.   Guests can get their own drinks now.  Others don’t seem to need them or are otherwise engaged.’   I looked around.   Many of the guests had become rather intimately attached, some in twos, some in threes or more.  All seemed to be enjoying themselves, even a man being spanked by a rather large lady in leather.”

“It sounds like Rebecca knows how to run an orgy rather than a party.”

“It did seem to be turning that way.  I think it was why Freddie was so sullen.  Rebecca told me to sit down with them.  There wasn’t much space.   She was sat close to Mr.V on one side and Freddie was on the other.   I thought Freddie might have budged up but she didn’t.  ‘Aren’t you going to let Andie sit down, Freddie?’ asked Rebecca.   Freddie didn’t respond. 

Parts 11 to 15 to follow.  

Come in Young Man - Part 11

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

Part 11 - Sunday (9)
 

“I didn’t know what to do and just stayed standing.  Then Mr.V said, ‘Don’t worry, Andie.  There’s plenty of space here.’  He reached out and took my hand then pulled me towards him.   He held my waist and suddenly I found I was sitting on his lap between Rebecca and Freddie.     He then got me to twist and sit across his lap so that he could see me my face and talk to me.   I was now facing Rebecca with my back towards Freddie.   He started to ask me questions like what I did and where I lived.    He then moved on to what I did in my spare time.  Rebecca just smiled as we chatted.   I told him about films that I liked.  He seemed quite knowledgeable.  I made him laugh with some of my comments about actors and films although often I was just quoting from ‘Kermode and Mayo’.   He seemed to like that though.   He asked about using the Internet and what sites I liked.   I talked through my favourites.   Then he asked about what stuff I clicked on and whether I bought stuff off the Internet.”

“Curious,” interjected Jane.  “And what was Rebecca doing?”

“She just kept on smiling.   I don’t know whether she was trying to be my chaperone but she just let us talk together.   He was good to talk to you.   He seemed really interested and I managed to keep him laughing.   He had kept his hands round my waist but after a while I said that he was making me quite hot so he moved them.  One hand started to stroke the back of my neck and occasionally run up and down my spine.  It made me go all tingly.   His other hand just touched and held the hem of my skirt and then rested on my knee.  Sometimes his fingers stroked my thigh.”

“And did you like that?”

“Well it felt kind of odd.   I did look at Rebecca about what I should do but she was quite impassive and just nodded at me when I tried to look questioningly at her.  I started to realise that I was getting in Freddie’s way.   She was getting impatient and I could hear her making comments behind me.   They sounded  increasingly grumpy but Mr.V just seemed to ignore her.   After a bit, Rebecca said to her, ‘Freddie, why don’t you go over and see some of your friends?’ 

“Freddie got up from the sofa.   As she got up she said in a very pointed way, ‘I hope you like your new boyfriend.’

“Rebecca looked a bit annoyed while I felt quiet embarrassed but Mr.V seemed to think her words were directed at me.   He said, ‘Oh Andy, I’m sorry.   I didn’t mean to …’ I told him not to worry.   I said it was OK and that we were just chatting.   But although there was now a space on the sofa where Freddie had been, he didn’t take me off his lap.   If anything I wanted to stay there just to prove to Freddie that we were just having a nice chat.”

“Oh Andy,” exclaimed Jane with exasperation.

“But Auntie, we were just talking.”

“Yes, but how do you think things get started?   Honestly Andy.”

“But he seemed like a nice man.”

“I’m sure he was.”

“Anyway we just kept on talking with Rebecca occasionally commenting or helping the conversation along.   After a while I saw Mr.V looking a bit distracted and staring across the room.   I followed his gaze and saw Freddie on her knees unzipping a man and starting to give him a blowjob.   Although there’d been a lot of other naughtiness going on, some of it more extreme, that seemed to capture his attention as her tongue flicked against and moistened the cock head before she started to slide her lips along the shaft.   I felt his hand tighten round my thigh and became very aware of his other curled round the nape of my neck.   I turned away and we went back to talking although I could see he was distracted and kept glancing over at Freddie.   At this point, the clock chimed one.   Rebecca said, ‘I think that’s your shift complete, Andy.  I think it’s time we got you to bed.’  I was quite sorry to say goodbye to Mr.V but after my earlier attraction to Freddie I really didn’t want to see her with another man’s cock in her mouth or what might follow.  I also realised I was feeling quite tired and it had been a long day.   Mr.V let me get up off his lap and then stood.  And then gave me cheek kisses to say farewell and thank me for the chat. 

“Maybe Rebecca wanted her own time with Mr.V?” queried Jane. 

“Maybe but first she took me to my bedroom.   There were still some coats and bags in it.   She said that they’d be gone soon and that I should have a shower and get to bed.  She gave me some wipes and cream to remove my make-up.   I went into the en suite and locked the door. It was good to get out of my dress.  The latex was all wet and sticky inside - that’s going to need a good wash. I rinsed it out and hung it out above the bath since I thought I’d need to wear it in the morning. 

“As I wiped off my foundation, I could see in the mirror I was starting to get some light stubble: Freddie had been right.   After my shower I felt clean and refreshed but was still ready for bed. While I was in the little bathroom, I could hear some guests going in and out of the bedroom taking their coats.   There was a towelling robe on the back of the door so fortunately I could get out of the en suite.   I put on the robe and went back in to the bedroom.   I put the few remaining coats and bags, and put them on a chair by the door.   Then I took off the robe and climbed into the king-size bed.   It was comfy and warm, although I felt weird and a bit uncomfortable trying to sleep wearing both a cock cage and a buttplug.”

“You were still wearing that thing too?”

“Well I took it out in the shower, but Rebecca hadn’t told me to stop wearing it so I got some of the cold cream and put it back in.  After wearing it all evening, it went back in quite easily.  It was much less of a challenge than the black one you fitted me with.”

“Yes, you still need more practice with that,” Jane sniggered.

“Perhaps.   Anyway, I turned out the light, snuggled down and started to drift off to sleep.   The party was quietening down although occasionally people flipped on the light to collect their coats.  But they left me undisturbed.  I don’t think most of them even knew I was in the bed.”

“So you should have got a good night’s rest.”

Parts 12 to 15 to follow.  

Come in Young Man - Part 12

For the first part see http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/come-in-young-man-part-1.html

Part 12  - Sunday morning (10)

“So did you get a good night’s rest?” Jane asked.

“Not quite.   Around three in the morning, I stirred because I suddenly realised that someone was getting into bed beside me.   They hadn’t turned on the light so they must have known where they were going.”

“Who was it?  Some guy trying to take advantage?  Or was it that girl, that Freddie, trying to make amends”

“No.   It was someone rather more fleshy than Freddie.   She slid in alongside me and gave me a cuddle.  She was naked and warm.   It was Rebecca.   She said she wanted to thank me for my help that evening.    ‘Don’t mention it Miss Rebecca,’ I said.  ‘I’m glad to help you and Aunt Jane.’   At that she kissed me and said that there was no need to be so formal and that I should call her Bex or Miss Bex.”

“She did, did she?  And were you getting all excited.”

“Well, yes.  She started to properly snog me.  And as we were cuddling she rubbed her thigh against my cock cage.   I started to get hard.  Painfully so.   I think she could feel some leakage was starting to occur.  ‘Poor you.   Jane really doesn’t want you to play, does she?’”

“She got that right,” said Jane.

“’No, Miss Bex,’ I said.   She just kissed me harder and asked me to touch her clit ring.   I fingered it very gently as her tongue probed my mouth.   She was getting excited too.  

“’She’d already been holding my buttocks to pull me close but then she reached and touched my butt plug.  ‘Good.  It’s still in place.  You are a good girl.   I think it’s time that came out so we can thank you some more. ’

“We?” questioned Jane.

“Yes, we,” replied Andy.    “As soon as she’d said those words I felt someone getting in bed behind me.   They must’ve been standing beside the bed all the time Rebecca was making out with me.  They got in and started to cuddle me too.”

“Who was it?  Now was it Freddie?”

“No.   They were altogether bigger and hairier.  Bex said ‘Goldilocks would like to thank you too.’”

“Crikey!” exclaimed Aunt Jane.

“As I lay on my side I now had a warm body in front of me, and an even hotter behind.   A warm pair of boobs against my chest, with a rather hairier chest pressing against my back.   Another pair of hands encircled me.  They were larger, rougher and stronger than Rebecca’s.    He said ‘Hello again, Andy.’   It was Mr.V.”

“Mr.V!” exclaimed Jane.  Then why did she call him ‘Goldilocks’?”

“I’ll come to that in a minute.   One of his hands clasped my chest whilst the other felt my cock cage.  ‘Bex told me about your little problem,’ he said.  Fingers started to tease my nipples: his fingers.”

“Did that feel nice?” Jane asked Andy looked shamefaced and stared down again.  “You can tell me, honey.”

“Yes, Aunt Jane,” replied Andy.   “It did.   He was nuzzling into the back of my neck and starting to kiss that and nibble one of my ears.   It was all a bit overpowering and sudden.   I didn’t know what to do.  I was being cuddled by a man.  It felt all wrong.  Rebecca could sense my unease.  She just kissed me again on the lips and said, ‘Relax babe.   Enjoy the moment.   I’m sure you’ve wanted this, a perfect girl like you.  What greater compliment could you have?  It’s not every girl has a handsome admirer like Mr.V.    Now give me a kiss; don’t neglect me.  You can touch me wherever you want.’  One of her hands closed over mine and pressed it between her legs.  She was getting very moist.   I slowly stroked her labia and occasionally gave her clit ring a little flick.   She just clamped her mouth over mine and writhed with pleasure. “

“It seems like you’ve definitely found a new friend.”

“I think ‘two new friends’.   I started to feel something touching my thighs.”

“Hardly surprising given what you were doing to Rebecca.”

“No, the back of my thighs.   Something was touching and getting harder.   Mr.V was getting an erection.  His cock pushed between my legs till it was touching my ball sac.  He moved a hand down and held my cock cage.  ‘Poor you,’ he whispered in my ear. He pulled his other hand moved away from my nipples and I could feel him touch the jewel of my butt plug.  ‘Let’s see what I can do for you,’ he said.”

“What did he do?  He didn’t …”

“No, Auntie. He didn’t.  Not in the way you’re thinking.   He pulled away and slid down the bed behind me.   The next thing, I felt fingers touching the jewel of my butt plug.   Gently, he eased it and then pulled it out.   I wanted to twist round but Rebecca was still holding and kissing me and expecting my attention.   He gave a little wipe to my bottom, and then a rather rough, whiskery surface touched my bottom.   He began to kiss my bottom.  Soft lingering kisses.   First one cheek, then another.   As he alternated, he slowly moved more centrally towards the canyon between my cheeks.   Then it really started: he kissed me.”

“What instead of Rebecca?”

“No.  He kissed my arsehole.   Not a brief kiss.  A long slow kiss, his stubbly chin brushing between my things.  I wriggled.   It was strange being kissed there.   And then I felt his tongue licking round my anus.   I squirmed.   It made me all tingly.  But not as much as what happened next.”

“So did he now …”

“No, Auntie.   No.   He was more caring than that.   It was his tongue.”  

 

Parts 13 to 15 to follow.  
See Part 13 at http://amandablogtest.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/come-in-young-man-part-13.html