Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. Well it is not so much a blog more a place to share all the things i have written, drawn and generaly played with over the last 10 years. Most of them are related to my love of smooth slick Latex and shiny PVC, as well as the delights of feminization. I also have a huge crush on British TV presenter Carol Vorderman (The perfect model of the older woman) as well as the gorgeous Keira Knightley. (more my age). There will be nothing harsh or nasty here, just fun things, naughty things, sexy things and yes, well, Kinky things. Basically it's a stroll through the kinky lanes of my mind. hope you have fun. XXX

Tuesday, 31 May 2011

Carol Vorderman my dream in latex

 After nearly losing my blog i hope you will allow me a little self indulgence and put up a few more of my pics of Ex countdown presenter Ms Carol Vorderman, beauty, brainbox and all round fantasy in latex.

With her gorgeous curves Ms Vorderman would have the perfect figure for this classic sheath gown by Syren

Thank the lord for older women



Oh good it's back. Thanks to everyone who sent emails asking about my blog, i do appritiate them. It seems the great Blogger thought i had not updated my blog since 2007? and decided to delete it. You can imagine my annoyance at that  and for a few hours i thought what the heck and considered not reposting everything and just walking away, but then i realised i had taken me a lot of nerve to post my pics and things and i was deternined not to let it go to waste. So after a bit of poking about i am now back where i was.
  So thanks again.

Friday, 27 May 2011

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

a few more captioned pieces

  Here are a few of my caption pieces, all slightly modified to feature a familiar face (well familiar to me anyway).

Hope you like

Some of my art.

Hi everyone, hope you are all well.
  Here are a few more pieces of my art.

I altered this one a little by changing the ladies name to something more appropriate. So if Miss Williams from my office reads this.....yes it is you. Right down to your sexy grey hair.

What can i say, i have a thing for getting personal with a nice bottom.
Mmmm lick lick.. 

Hope you like these.
 I am still trying to find time to scan more.

(Yes back as plain Andy, well until next weekend).

Monday, 23 May 2011

My Fantasy.

  This is a bit odd, but this is the first time i have ever updated my blog as my other-self. I have sat at a computer and worked whilst watching my painted nails slip across the key board before but some how this feels different.
 So a quick explanation.
  I am lucky enough (more lucky than you can imagine) to be in a loving relationship with a very sweet couple, an older coulple who have encouraged me to explore my feminine side to our mutual pleasures.
 To my lady i am a maid, doll and "niece' to be taught and guided whilst for my master (i don't like that word it sounds too harsh, but i can't think of another to explain our relationsip), to he, i am a toy, a pet and lets say....a little more.
  Together they have introduced me to their private circle of friends who, like they, are into the more elegant side of the fetish scene. Dinner parties, balls, that sort of things.
  Anyway whenever i stay with them, which is becoming more and more often. I am known as Amanda the English maid or when not on duty Miss Amanda Louboutin. (after my favourite shoes, also after the shoes which brought us together, but that is, as they say, is another story).
  I am going on a bit now so here is my ultimate fantasy. To be a Marquis cover girl.

I do hope the publishers of this superb magazine forgive me my bit of fun.

Thanks for reading this little ramble.
 Kisses and dreams

Something for our 'hopefully' bride to be.

 I just thought our lovely Silvia might like to get planning for what we all hope will be her future.

These are pure, simple yet stuning creations, not overly fetishistic or extreme, but pure feminine elegance.
   Personaly i adore the one with the big bow at the back of the neck.


Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Some of my art

  Sorry it is taking so long to get my drawings online, but some of the older ones are in need of a bit of refreshing. Still it is fun to revisit them and in places add a few new bits.

he should have checked the mirror

This is one of my first and needed a lot of care to clean up.


Monday, 16 May 2011

Some of my art.

This first one is a favourite of mine, i love long dresses, they are like a form of bondage on their own, heavy and tight and very warm.
  Anyway this image took quite a bit of restoring to get back but i hope you like it..

This is quite a naughty one. But we all need to be a little  naughty now and again..


A story. Knightley Manor

The strange world 
Knightley Manor
part 1
the measure.


Quickly there is some one else in the stop", the elder of the two women glanced through the parted door. True enough she saw a woman of about 50 slowly browsing through the racks of clothes. it was unusual to see a more mature lady in the small boutique but by her style of dress it was clear she was no mere window shopper. The older of the two women shifted her position to get a better look. The customer was tall and blessed with a figure well below her years, long shapely legs were enhanced by the deep sheen of supple burgundy red leather pants, the same shape of material formed the loose silk blouse, displaying beneath, a bust which despite its fullness clearly required no support. A wide black patent belt, highlighting her slim waist connected these two equally beautiful halves of her body. The woman, Vanessa, remained still as the customer neared, now she could see her face, perfect features full lips , dark eyes, high cheeks, all emphasised by immaculate , rich make up, not to heavy yet dramatic enough to be clear this woman knew her beauty and all framed by thick waves of shoulder length red silken hair, shot through with sparkling grey that hinted at a woman confident in her looks and happy with her age, this woman was quite stunning. Vanessa Homewood smiled.
The younger slim blonde looked up from where she knelt beside the moulded feminine figure, her hand resting on the sculptures polished thigh, her green eyes glowing with excitement, "Yes?".
"Prepare the measure".
"Do you not think she is a little ..old?"
"don’t be ridiculous ,look at her, she is gorgeous, no we will have two in one day!".
"Good afternoon madam", the older woman approached the customer from behind, ravishing the twin globes of her leather clad buttocks with greedy eyes. Who, in one elegant movement turned to the welcoming voice.
"You have some truly wonderful items", she said, her rich velvet European accent moulding the words into poetry.
"Are we looking for something special", Vanessa purred.
"No not really, I just saw your boutique and thought I might take a look", she paused, "perhaps a new pair of pants", her well manicured hands smoothing across the front of her thighs, "something maybe in black?"
Vanessa Homewood smiled "In black…I’m sure we can find just the thing"
"Hmm yes these are beautiful", Jane Aston-Jones purred stretching her legs within their new black, supple leather sleeves, "The finish is so shiny".
Without beckoning Vanessa ran one hand across the customers shimmering left buttock, "It is a process called rubberization. The leather is soaked in a pure natural latex rubber gum, this penetrates into its pores giving the material all the properties of rubber, very smooth and supple, totally water resistant and endowed with a permanent high gloss liquid like finish".
"Rubberization" Jane repeated in thought as she turned once more before the mirror, "do you know I think I will ta…." Her voice trailed as she saw the item young Caroline had just placed on the rack behind her hostess, Vanessa turned to follow her gaze. She smiled.
"PVC?", Jane said
"Oh no completely different", Vanessa took the pants from the rail and held them up, the shop lights glistened on there polished surface "These are P.P.V, Pure Plastic Vinyl, The very latest thing extremely expensive to produce, ultra smooth and very, very tight, you see they have no stretch at all, they don’t fit you….you fit into them".
It was as if her words were a challenge, and Jane would take it.
Jane Aston-Jones could not help but release a soft moan, as the tight, tight black plastic settled about and between her buttocks. It was the second time of trying and now with the wisp of her panties removed the shiny black film fitted without a crease or wrinkle. From waist to mid calf it moulded so tightly it looked as if a coat of gloss enamel lacquer had been applied to her skin, with only the slight flaring from calf to ankle revealing there true nature of her attire.
Slowly she bent forward feeling the ungiving plastic squeezing and tightening about her bottom, but no more than an inch or two could she move before the glossy films sensual embrace became to much between her legs and, with blushed cheeks, she straightened.
"They fit perfectly", Vanessa said as much to her smiling assistant as she did her client. "do you like them madam?"
"Jane smoothed her hands across her bottom, luxuriating in their warm embrace, "Very much, however they are rather impractical, I’m sure you do not get many sales".
"Very true madam, they really are for displaying? A figure, rather than merely clothing. But not more than 2 hours ago a young lady of about 25 tried this very pair on, she did look very sexy, but if I may say, you fit the measure even better".
"Why thank you", Jane glowed with delight at the compliment and turned once more before the mirror, "very well, sold. Yes I will take them"

Returning to the changing room she once more gazed at her ripple free pants. Where she would wear them, had no idea, but she would think of something. Smiling at both her purchase and at the positive comparison with a 25-year-old, she eased the pants off and returned to her deep red leather pants. Which despite their tightness now felt positively slack.
Checking her look once more in the mirror she took her bag down off the hook, ‘shoooosh’ to her surprise the mirror opened as a door. Sensing something odd she looked round the back of the mirror, ‘there had better not be one of those dirty little peep cameras in here’, she thought, but no it was just a door with a large well lit room behind, some kind of studio workshop by the looks. Full of outfits, rolls of fabric, bottles of stuff, brushes, boxes, tools, the room did not seem unusual for such a specialist boutique, however it was what lay in the centre of the room that tweaked her natural curiosity and drew her inside.
It was rectangular sheet of glossy black material some 7feet by 3, highly polished ,very smooth and it’s centre was formed the raised shape of a woman, naked but for needle like high heel on her feet. It was like a jelly mould, you know you would fill it with resin or something, then when it had set you would have a life size sculpture, probably a mannequin mould for the shop Jane thought. The light in the room was bright and Jane lent over to admire the immense feminine detail the spread-eagled figure contained. Every dimple and crease was captured to perfection. From her beautiful face, to the peaks of her pert nipples and from the buckles of her high heels, to the intimate folds of her sex, parted and open, its inner lips moulded in such precision so as to display the soft labia and hard clit nib.
Suddenly Jane’s eyes stopped wandering, she stared, was it her eyes or…or were those smooth shiny breasts ever so slightly, rising and falling. She looked again. Oh my goodness they were!
Bemused she tentatively reached out her hand and at the first touch of those erect nipples, cried out in shock. Suddenly the silent room was full of pitiful whimpering and moans, as writhing like a liquid snake the figure came alive!
Shocked, stunned, repulsed and revolted, Jane watched in horror as the figure writhed like an eel, trapped beneath a film of thick black tar, her moans filling her ears with desperate muffled pleas for help.
It took a few long moments for Jane to regain any sort of control of her nerves, but then, still shaking, she forced herself to the figures side.
"Are you all right? Don’t worry I’ll help you, I’ll help you" she panted.
Jane struggled to fight off her revulsion she felt at the sensation of the girl writhing beneath her touch. There was something unnaturally slick and slippery, about its smoothness and shine, but with her mind trying to avoid imaging how much worse it must be for the poor girl trapped within. Jane forced herself to continue,
With her fingers fumbling helplessly across the glass smooth surface, it quickly became clear to Jane that the unfortunate girl was enclosed within some kind of rubber bed. She lay on a ridged base over which a second, thin sheet, of latex rubber had been stretched. This appeared to be seamlessly closed down the sides, effectively imprisoning the girl inside. But Jane could not understand how the girl had been so tightly enclosed, it was as if the latex sheet had been melted on to her, or even stretched down like……, Jane stopped as the true horror swept over her. She fell back shaking her head in horror and disgust …… ‘Oh my god!’, she thought, ‘She’s been vacuum packed!
But the desperate wordless, moans did not stop.
"D…don’t worry I’ll get help", Jane stumbled to her feet "I’ll be back"
The sad moaning ringing in her ears Jane turned away and stumbled to the door. There stood Vanessa, a cruel smile on her red lips.
"I see you have met our last customer, very beautiful, quite a few years younger than you, as I said, she did not fill out the measure as well as you", she tossed the plastic pants in front of her.
Jane shook her head, her usual cool gone in a mixture of horror and anger,
"I don’t know what you bitches are up to but the police will be here some", she took out her mobile phone.
"I don’t think you will get a signal down here, besides….". at that moment Caroline entered and before her she pushed a wide eyed young man. "….this cute little thing came looking for you ,said he was meeting his Auntie Jane, a tall ,beautiful, red haired woman, wearing red leather pants…..Beautiful Aunty?". She paused and ran a hand down the young mans spine, "You know I think you have a little crush on your Auntie Jane, don’t you honey".
Slim and trim, dressed in smart beige trousers and a crisp pale blue shirt and with neat brown hair, dark eyes and a soft round face, the young man looked younger than his 18 years. Yet at that moment, with his wrists cuffed, a collar and lead about his slim neck, those soft eyes were filled with fear. "Auntie Jane what is happening?",
"Oh, sweet heart, are you all right", Jane moved toward him. Vanessa stepped between,
"He is at the moment but later? Well that depends on you…Auntie Jane".
Jane looked down to her phone. No signal. "What do you want," she sighed " money? I have money, my rings, car? What? Anything just let us go, we won’t tell anyone"
Vanessa smiled "I think you know what I want" she looked down at the gleaming black figure at her feet.
Jane’s heart leapt into her throat at the thought. "No! no! please no, I will pay you so much". She pleaded, "My cheque book and cards are all in my bag, what ever price I’ll pay just….."
"You are the price and you alone" Vanessa coolly purred confident of her position. " Still if you need persuading", from nowhere she produced a shiny rubber hood, the young man let out a muffled cry as she drew it to his head. "Shush now it won’t hurt you"
"Please he is only 18 let him go, do what you must with me but don’t harm him" Jane pleaded
Jane looked to the trembling boy, her eyes trying to calm the fear she saw. "Andrew, my nephew, he is spending the summer with me, please don’t hurt him"
"We have no intention of harming either of you", Vanessa purred, her gaze drifting from Aunt to nephew. "In fact I think harming something as cute as this young man would be a crime. Don’t you agree Caroline?".
The look on her companions face was one of clear understanding, her eyes sparkling with delight.
" The countess?", Caroline whispered.
"The countess, she shall be paid in full ".
"What? what is it?", Jane said, taking the opportunity to wrap her arm about her companion. "Who is the countess?"
"She owns us…or rather she will have owned us, For once she has this gorgeous prize in her hand…our debt will be paid".
"No", Jane said, "No you can’t take him, please". The woman struggled as she was pulled away,
"I will not harm him, I promise, he is a prize far higher than even you. However I can make life uncomfortable for him, if you do not enter into the spirit". She held the shiny latex hood once more to Jane’s nephews face.
"No…no please no" Jane gasped, "No, don’t put that to him please" her elegant posture slumped "Please …please", she looked down at the still writhing figure. "I will pay your price"
30 minutes later Andrew sat unsure where to look. Right before him stood his beloved Auntie, back to him naked but for the needle like high heel shoes now adorning her feet, her arms out stretched as her smooth skinned body was sprayed with a fine coating of oil, slicking her hair to her scalp. It’s rich gloss highlighting her beautiful figure.
"Your Aunt dose have a lovely body Andy. You don’t mind if I call you Andy?, No?, Good, yes she is quite stunning for an older woman. But then again I get the suspicion you have seen your Auntie’s body before haven’t you dear…..", Andy looked away his face flushed deep crimson. Vanessa smiled. "….Yes, I think you are very well aquatinted with it….naughty".
Meanwhile Caroline was allowing her fingers to drift naughtily between Jane’s gleaming buttocks, teasing the sensitive skin within.
Jane looked straight ahead and trembled in her dangerously high heels. "Stop that", Jane murmured, summoning as much authority as her position would allow.
"Why?" Caroline smiled, pressing her fingertip to the older woman’s most intimate opening, making her arch her back and gasp. "I think you like it"
"Yes she really is beautiful..", Vanessa said stroking the shiny latex hood down the beauties tear streaked cheek. "… But we know a way to make it look even better, don’t we Andrew".
Caroline placed the oil aside and taking the naked woman’s arm followed Vanessa and her young captive, through into an adjoining well-lit room.
Jane gasped and stopped, before, them lay a second shiny black rubber bed, its top sheet peeled back like the petal of some bizarre plant awaiting its victim. The realisation of what was about to happen to her brought images of first figure flowing through her mind. She felt sick and looked away, deep into the tear filled eyes of her beautiful companion. She thought of struggling, fighting, she knew she should, but deep inside she knew, there was no way out.
Vanessa seated Andrew and took the place beside him, taking his hand in a mockery of compassion. He stared ahead. Caroline quickly positioned the trembling woman before them, the open bed glistening wetly between.
"It really is so nice not to have to struggle, so many girls kick and fuss, it really is so much more civilised with a ‘willing’ subject". Vanessa laughed mockingly. " Now in you get". Jane looked down, her mind raced with terror, imagining the fate before her, she looked up pleading to her captor. Vanessa drew the hood across Andrews trembling tear-streaked cheek, "In to bed you get".
The woman, Mature, confident, beautiful now sobbed as slowly she lowered herself into the beds latex folds, her breath came in desperate pants, her voice softly pleading for mercy, helpless gasping for words as slowly she lay back on the cool slippery rubber bed, its soft mattress moulding about her back and buttocks. Then once on her back she remained passive, staring up at the ceiling lights, allowing Caroline to arrange her, she remembered the other figure, she would be the same, legs parted arms spread displayed for all to see. She could no longer resist, her eyes, tear filled, Glanced to her nephew for help she knew could not come.
"I love you Auntie Jane". He sobbed
"I love you Andrew so very mu….." , suddenly it went dark , she screamed in terror, as the top sheet of ,wet slippery rubber was drawn over her. She stiffened as she heard the zippers close down the sides over which, unknown to her, loose flaps were glued down. It was done, so swift no fuss the air tight prison was sealed and within that pitch black, alien cell Jane knew nothing but the sounds of her heart pounding , her panting breath, and the sound of creaking stretching latex.
She waited now for what she knew would come and waited. Vanessa was cruel she knew and enjoyed what she did, An eternity was passing for Jane in her latex void ,sweat mingling with the oil making her slick and hot nothing but darkness and the pungent aroma of rubber.
Beyond the void, Vanessa drew Andrew closer a wicked smile on her lips and a little box in her hand.
"Don’t be sad, this is the fun part", so saying she flicked the switch and the light glowed "Fast or slow" she asked the terror struck beauty, he just sobbed, "well I like it slow, take your time is my moto"
It happened all to quickly, there was a distant hum, followed by a rush of air about her head. She felt the air tickling her naked body as it was drawn out of the bed. She felt the latex briefly ripple over her body, before softly settling and slowly beginning to collapse onto her. The rubber now seamed to come alive squeaking and stretching, melting down about her writhing body, within moments her movement was restricted she was pinned down , arms and legs weighed down by the unyielding force of stretching black rubber as it fought to work into every crease and dimple of her body.
Panting now, she felt her chest being squeezed, her breathing now shallow and constricted by the ever-tightening film. The tighter it got the more movement became impossible, yet still this latex skin wanted more, she felt it seek out the hollows of her eyes the dimples of her nostrils, moulding tightly about her head to silence the sound of escaping air.
As the packaging continued, she became aware of hands on her body, gentle hands helping to mould the stretching rubber into every detail of her hands and heeled feet, into every curve of her body, breast, leg and then finally to her horror, her sex.
She could feel fingers light and tender softly ease her lips apart, offering her clitty to the latex’s touch. For a moment she felt the air flutter over the tender flesh of her enflamed nib , she arched her back, struggling as best she could for escape, but then like the lips of an eager lover, the latex enveloped her. Enveloped her and squeezed.
Andrew watched in horror as his latex entombed Aunt began to writhe before him. Her body arching and stretching like a sensual serpent. Her desperate moans clear above the sound of the vacuum pump.
" This is my favourite part", Vanessa said drawing the trembling Andrew closer, "all that sexual fire burning with nowhere to go".
Within her darkened latex world Jane cried out and fought to control the sudden sexual fire building inside her, but her latex lovers embrace would not let her go. The stimulation grew and grew, it’s heat flowing through her latex imprisoned body, and directed back to her very core, Back into her breasts, her lips, the flesh of her thighs and deep into the liquid heat of her sex.
Jane rode the ebbing and flowing sexual current for what seemed like a lifetime, but trapped motionless in her latex prison her surrender was inevitable. Eventually the waves began to break and she let out a deep sensual moan.
Her climax seemed multiplied beyond anything she had ever felt before. It made her heart pound and her body tremble. Wave after wave of liquid fire seamed to flow through her, as one climax began to drift away another began to simmer and rise leaving her a helpless toy to the vacbeds merciless embrace until such time as it chose to release her.

The vacuum pump shut off and, but for the muffled sensual moans seeping from within the gleaming package, the room was silent. Caroline quickly knelt beside the vacuum-sealed figure, her fingers stroking over the perfectly highlighted features of Jane’s face, she paused for a moment them with a small tool pierced the latex at Jane’s nostril with a pattern of tiny holes. She smiled to herself, the film of oil she had applied to Jane’s body had formed a perfect seal, and the vacuum was perfect and would hold for as long as they desired.
Poor Andrew broke down in tears, he fell to the floor beside the shiny figure his hands trembling hovered above the smooth film, unable to touch the living membrane that had swallowed his beloved Aunt.
" Auntie, oh auntie I love you", he sobbed.
"Oh how sweet" Don’t worry about her Andrew, she will be having fun for a very long time" said Vanessa leaning over, "But Its time now for you to have some". Suddenly his world was filled with the smell of rubber, the latex hood eased over his head in one smooth movement turning it into a gleaming rubber ball featureless but for the pattern of pin prick hole at the nose.
Andrew screamed.

To be continued….

Barbie Latex and Louboutins

I mean what more could you want. This was shown to me by a very good friend of mine over the weekend and quite frankly i am in love.
 Thanks G


Thursday, 12 May 2011

Something special

  this piece of work is very much a collaboration. I have a great love of mummification fetish, it is, to me, the ultimate bondage.
                                   Art by Andy / Text by Asudem.

It is in fact the first really new SLICK cover i have made for a few years and is very much created to say thank you to Asudem over at dollsrealm for all her help with traffic to my blog.
  She also said she felt there was a whole story waiting to be written here, so if any of you have the time and talent (of which i know there is lots out there) maybe you could come up with something.
 we would all love to read it.

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Art but in a different style

   This is a piece i did combining many different elements from many skilled and brilliant artists, plus quite a bit of my own.

Hope you like.

A short story

  This is a very short fantasy.
   I am sorry if the spacing and text is a little odd, but i scanned this from a very old type written story.

A Fantasy.

It was a palace there was no other word for it, a palace that would provide you both with desperate shelter.
You were greeted at the huge doors by a delicate coffee skinned young lady, her sweetly beautiful face immaculately made up, to highlight her naturally beautiful features,, Smokey jet eyes, high cheeks and full lips glossed a deep ruby red, she was dressed ,quite naturally in full Indian costume, long rich robes of brightly coloured silk and satin, which seemed to give off the scent of rose gardens. You squeezed your auntie’s hand.
Your Aunt explained your predicament, the car you had rented had broken down and naturally the moment you had started to walk to the nearest town the heavens opened. The girls smiled, and in perfect English said
"Yes is do’s rain quite a bit this time of year".
You are both invited in and find yourselves in an amazingly ornate Palace, everything was polished marble and silken draping, the scent of perfume filling the air and everywhere you looked another stunningly beautiful dark skinned girl smiled back. Presently you are led into a bright wide room, its furnishings clearly those of a living room.
"God afternoon, my we are wet", you are greeted by a woman of about 50, with deep dark eyes and long black hair, as everything else in the palace she was exquisitely beautiful.
"My lady", said the girl, "This lady and her companion request shelter".
"Please, please my home is yours" The woman smiled, turning to the 2 beauties behind her .She spoke in Indian. The girls came forward, "Please you are welcome", the lady introduces herself as the Maharajaess.
You sit for some time, your Aunt detailing the trip you had made from delhi and once more how the car broke down. Yet as your Aunt spoke you could not avoid the rich beautiful eyes of your new host, she seamed to be admiring you, not staring but yes, admiring you, you felt yourself blushing.
"And this is your Nephew9'", she gestured to you,
"Yes Andrew is my nephew, we always spend our holidays together",
"He is a very beautiful boy", the word seamed odd, beautiful?.
"Yes he is", your Aunt smiles squeezing your hand, "Oh darling you are freezing", she says. "I think I had better get you some dry clothes from the car"
"Please", the maharajess said, "Please you to will become soaked, please allow my maidens to attend to him".she beckons two young ladies, again words on Indian The girls look at you, nod and smile, "Please Andrew, do go with my maidens, I am afraid they do not speak your language but, they will take great care of you".
The beauties take your hand, you glance to your Aunt she is smiling and shyly you allow yourself to be led away.
The room you finally enter is bathed in a golden light, and scented with rose and jasmine, you feet warm instantly. After a few moments alone, the girls, both like the first, immaculately made up and quite stunning, return and begin to help you out of your damp clothes. Surprised at this you step away and shake your head, saying you could do it yourself. However the beauties would not take no for an answer and with a point of a red tipped finger and shake of the head made it quite clear they would take care of you and as your pants slipped down your legs you feel your colour boil in your cheeks. You had never been naked in front of a girl before and no matter how hard you tried they would not allow you to 'cover yourself up.
A few moments passed as the girls ran there hands over you, they were so soft so gentle and to your immense embarrassment your body naturally responded .The girls giggled and despite your efforts to cover up drew your hand away and led you to what looked like a leather massage table. Its surface covered by a thin clear plastic film.
you are beckoned to lay face up upon the table, your legs and arms positioned neatly beside you and as you listen to the girls preparations, you become aware that this will not be as quick as you thought, no, much to your growing unease the girls were clearly instructed to take there time.
On their return you see both girls carry glass containers, filled with translucent golden liquid, a feint haze of warmth curling from their surface.
To your surprise raise them above you and allow there golden contents to stream onto your feet and legs,
'What is that?", You gasp, the liquid is warm, thick and slow and is allowed to stream in rich glistening strands until your feet and legs; up to your thighs; are basted beneath its viscous golden coating. You feel your heart pounding, your breath panting, you have never felt anything like it before. For a moment you feel the liquid spreading, running between your toes and legs and then once more it begins again .This time the rich glazing is poured across your body and over your now very erect boyhood. It rums down your arms, you feel it warm and heavy, thick, like treacle, it spreads across your shoulders and chest, heavy and slow, coating and sealing you, Again a pause, your heart is pounding, you feel it will burst. You gaze down along you body, glazed in glistening golden syrup, so warm, so warm . You see the jars hover above to, see the golden oil within and it begins to pour, slow and thick, at your chin, across your lips, you dare to part them, HONEY!!!, you are coated in, honey!.
A voice soft and warm is then in your ear, '"Close darling".
Your Auntie!!, you Auntie is smiling at you, her breath sweet and scented , so warm so close, "close your eyes and lips",
You do, and the honey completes its glossy envelope. .
"You are a very beautiful boy"
Lost in your honied world you are unaware of the fine mist of scented spices and powdered gold which is sprinkled across your glistening body, instantly the honey darkens, from gold to coffee,
You don't remember anything, you don t remember waking, or being moved or anything. The first thing you feel is the soft slip of a brush on your lips, smooth and creamy, your head focuses, one of the girls is close before you , smiling, the soft brush in her painted fingertips sparkles with cherry red gloss, you stare at her, and part your lips, they are slow, wet, and creamy. She is painting your face!!, you are having make up applied!!,
Startled you turn away, and look down, you are dressed the exquisitely feminine outfit of an Indian maiden, long white wrap skirt, streaming to the floor and a tight white bodice, in which , to your greater shock were cradled two perfect coffee tinted teardrop breasts, each capped by a deep copper peak. Your head span, it was a dream, unreal you turn once more. The mirror.
You approach on high heals, you see your eyes and it is not a dream, they are your eyes, but now they belong to a stunningly beautiful ,rose scented girl, an Indian girl, her coffee skin bedecked with superb sparkling jewels , a girl with long legs, slim waist. pert breasts and tumbling glossy black hair.. A girl with a sweet round child like face, blue, ornately painted eyes and full glossy red lips. It is not a dream
You are lost for a long moment, then you feel the touch on your arm and turn to face the 2 girls , are you possibly as beautiful as they'?. They smile and you are kissed softly on your new wet lips, you moan and close your eyes, it feels so soft, so moist ,so warm and creamy.
They take your hands, you feel no fear now and are led from the room and back to where you know your Aunt awaits.
She rises from the chair as you are brought in f the look on her face says it all a tear glistens. You approach, elegantly now atop your heels and stand before her. There is a pause, a long silence, you breath... roses. Then placing the palms of your hands together as if in prayer, you bow your head and say.
   "Mistress. I am yours hand maiden"


Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Carol Vorderman in latex

It may be rude to say this but, she is old enough to be my mum .However to me ,she is still one of the sexiest women in the world.

God bless older women.

Some of my feminisation fantasies

I love these uniforms.

PVC pants again, said i had a thing for them

Hope you like these.