The Guiding Hand. Part 6

Hi everyone,

 Here is part 6 of  The Guiding Hand. I do hope you like it as much as i have enjoyed revisiting it..

XXX

 Andy

The Guiding Hand

Part 6

Lessons to be learnt

Andy gazed out of the conservatory window, his fingers massaging his poor, high heel tormented, foot. Not he was intent on the pain, no his mind was elsewhere. To be precise it was on the dream he had that night. Again it was of Jane, the beautiful intoxicating Lady Jane, she was a constant part of his nights now, but this dream was so vivid and so wonderful he wished it true. In fact he had been told as a boy, that if you speak of your dream before breakfast it will come true. So he had, to himself as he showered, he had told himself of the dream.
  Yet even now, 3 hours later, having completed his upstairs tasks the dream remained. He could still recall he and his friends seated in the dorm at college, of their games and laughter. He could recall their bewilderment as the sun rose and set around them and of the ‘click’ ‘click’ of heels approaching down the corridor. His mind was clear to the shock of suddenly being alone, of running from the heels behind him and of ducking into the shower room. Not the shower room of his college though, but of this house, of Jane’s house and as he stood there he could see her silhouetted behind the glass.
  He felt he had stood there forever before slowly the door opened, to reveal his tormentor in all her stunning glory. She turned to him, her eyes as green as in life, looking him up and down. Slowly she placed both hands on her hips and smiled, it was one of her cool smiles, the one she gave when so knew she was in control. And she was, she knew Andy could not look away, but then, almost pleasurably she closed her eyes and the warm, sparkling water which bathed her, suddenly turned to a glistening black rain and began to settle on her superb body in a single smooth, slick and glossy film of latex.
  Andy shook his head, the image was so strong, the image of Janes body, slowly being sealed within a second skin a warm shimmering wet skin, perfect and tight, her every dimple and curve revealed to his young eyes like never before and when it had stopped, when she was ceased and enveloped in wet mirror smooth latex, her eyes opened and without words she beckoned him in

  “What the hell is this”

 Startled and unbalanced in only one heel, Andy jumped to his feet and turned to the sharp toned voice.
   Jane gazed down at him from atop her own stunning patent heels, they were the perfect compliment for the seamless and smooth black leather jacket, which fitted so snugly about her upper body, presenting her full breasts to the eye, within the deep plunge of the jackets neckline. Today the jacket was teamed with a simple yet sexy black satin pencil skirt, which like the jacket fitted perfectly so as to display her womanly curves. However if in that moment Andy had had the nerve to look up from those heels he would have seen a face, immaculately made up, yet displaying a look of clear disappointment and anger.
  Jane stepped forward, “Well, answer me”.
  “I  ….I am sorry Lady Jane”, Andy felt himself tremble, her tone was darker than he had ever heard it before and he did not know how to react. “My….my feet hurt. I only took them off for a second”.
  Jane looked him up and down, at the way he tried so hopelessly to find a balance on his one glossy red heel. She placed her hands on her hips. “I have been watching you, you have been sitting there for over 15 minutes, sitting with your heels off dreaming and thinking I was elsewhere”.
  Andy raised his eyes, his lips parting in their wet gloss as if to protest, but the look in Janes cool green eyes made it clear any such dissent would be very un-wise. He sighed. “Yes Madam, yes I am sorry”.
  For a moment there was a stillness, a pause in which Andy expected sharper chastisement, but none came.
  “Put you shoe back on”. As if modified by his soft apology, Janes tone suddenly lowered and so Andy still not daring to look up at his tormentor, swiftly obeyed, fumbling with the buckle on the ankle strap, before straightening before her.
  “Sorry Madam”.
    “Very good”, Jane sighed, circling him, he sensed her looking him up and down, maybe searching for another failing. But then as she returned to face him, closer than before, there came a brush of his cheek and a soft gentle, red glossed fingertip traced a feather-light line down and across his lips, caressing their moistly panted outline.
   “Oh Andrew, you are so silly…..”. It was the first time in days she had used is real name and it’s use seemed to warm the young mans heart. “…...you are so very pretty, you must learn to accept your role”.
  Andy nodded slowly, his heart in his throat.
 “No darling….”. Janes fingertip now slipped beneath his chin raising his face to hers. Andy swallowed, she looked amazing, freshly made up, with smoky eyes and richly glossed lips. “….you must listen, you are so very beautiful, so feminine and sweet and nothing you can do would change that. Is that understood”.
  Andy shifted on his heels, a lump in his throat. He nodded, “Ye…Yes Madam”.
   Jane stepped back, running her eyes up and down her beautiful maid in his tiny new, brilliant red latex uniform. “I will help you with the problem of your heels Amanda”. She smiled. Turning away, “But this afternoon I will punish you”.

  Janes words had chilled him to the bone, never before had she used the term ‘punish’, it had never come up before, never, but then again he had never been so foolish as to remove part of his feminine uniform before.
 And so the word rolled round inside his head for the rest of the morning and as he moved from room to room, his duster and polish to hand, his heels clicking on the wood floor, he could barely concentrate. Indeed so distracted was he that when the door bell rang and Jane called for him to answer it, he was at the door and smoothing his skirt, before he even realised.
  “Hello, can…….Oh”. Andy stopped and took a tiny step back, his delicately painted eyes widening in surprise.
   For a brief moment the young waiter from the restaurant, his arms full of boxes, just smiled at the blushing beauty before him. But then with a faint cough to clear his throat offered his greetings.
  “Hello again”. He smiled
   Andys reply was little more than an  “Um”, of uncertainty, which just seemed to widen the young mans smile.
   “What a surprise”.
  Again, Andy “Um’d” and glowed a deep red.
  “I never ever thought I would see you again”.
  Again the young mans polite words could not break the strange trance which seemed to have enveloped the blushing beauty.
  The young waiter cocked his head, “Sorry it’s, Will, Will from the….”
    “From the restaurant”, Andy finished, his eyes sparkling, with a clear delight.
    There was a pause as both took a breath. A heart beatingly nervous pause. As both seemed to struggle to find a voice.
   “I’m….I’m delivering” ,The young waiter, William Bennet said, hefting the boxes in his arms, “Don’t usually but, well today I…..do you work here?”
   Andy shifted his weight on his heels , and took a nervous nibble of his lips, “Sort of”.
   Again a pause.
   “You look amazing”.
   For the briefest of moments Wills heart leapt into his throat and threatened to throttle him for his unguarded comment. But before he could even think of apologising for such forwardness. An uncontrolled smile had spread across Andys face, a smile which started on his lips, glowed in the dimples of his soft cheeks and finally sparkled in his widened eyes.
   “Thank you”
   Will, is confidence warmed now by the glow of Andys smile, straightened his back, “But does that dress come in a smaller size?”.
 “Oh god”, Suddenly remembering the rather brief cut of his red uniform, Andy gasped  and tried pulling at the hem of the tiny dress, hoping to gain just another inch or to for his thighs. “I know I’m sorry.”
   “Sorry?, for what?”, Will said warmly, “You look….well amazing, what is that?,  is that…..Rubber or something?”.
  Again Andy blushed, and played with the uncooperative hem. “Yes, well Latex, but yes rubber”.
 Will took a tiny step back so as to frame the young beauty before him. His smile unchecked. “Rubber, latex whatever…. I‘m sorry, but I will have to stick with amazing”.
   Andy, his heart racing, shifted his weight and lowered his eyes in genuine delight.
   “You know, I thought I had imagined those dimples”.
   “Oh god what are you like?”, Andy giggled, now literally skipping from heel to heel, “And you know I had imagined you to be more charming”.
  Now Will laughed, his smiled never wider, “Oh come on, I am all charm”.
   “Oh I would not say that”.Andy giggled, his hand reaching out to rest on the young mans bare arm, “But, you know you could be cute... if you tried. Even with that nose”, Andys smiled made it clear is comment was meant in the lightest of fun
  “Hey lay off the nose”, Will laughed, holding it’s slightly battered tip, “Got that in a fight……with a wall, well with a wall and a milk crate…..all right and a skateboard”.
“No  like it, it gives your face some charm”
 “Now you are trying to be kind”.
   “No really, with a little charm and your smile, who knows. You might pass for Very Cute”.
 
  “What are we listening too”.
  Jane jumped at the voice and turned to the smiling face of her beautiful neighbour, who stood behind her in the doorway.
   “Where the heck did you string from?”.
    “Back door, what is it?”.
     “Shhh”, Jane sighed, moving aside, “look, take a peek”.
   Jennifer Keely eased round where Jane hid behind the frame of the kitchen door and peaked her head round. “Oh my god is that him?”.
  “That’s him, William. Gorgeous isn’t he”. Jane whispered. “But look at them, they are totally into each other. I knew they would be”.
   “Oh my god they are so cute, look at Andy, is that a new dress?, god it’s hot and look at his legs , look he dosen’t know what to do with himself. Oh Jane. You were so right.”
   “Told you so. Told you Andy was more girly than boy”.
   “Totally. I take it all back, He looks amazing. Oh God Jane they are so cute together. What are you going to do?”.
    “Well sadly for a start, split them up. Andy is in for a tight afternoon”, Jane purred, a wicked smile on her lips.
     “Oh dear has he been a bad sissy?”.
     “Shoes off”.
      “Oh dear. Poor sticky Andy. Can I come and play?”.
    Jane pushed lightly on her friends arm, “No you can not. Now step aside, time I put my bitch face back on”. She stepped into the hallway.
     “I was beginning to wonder if I had imagined you”, Will  said, seeming not care about the weight of the boxes in his arms, “I mean, no one could be as pretty as you. I had hoped you would come back the next day”.
   Andy felt himself blush now, a blush which warmed his entire body, but it did not wipe away his smile. “Do you work there everyday?”
  “Pretty much, will you come again?”.
   “I don’t know, it all depends I guess”.
   “I hope so”.
    “So do I”, Andy smiled. His hand still comfortable on the visitors arm.
 “That will be all Amanda”, Jane snapped, her hands on her hips, “I will deal with this”.
  Andy, suddenly aware of Janes presence stepped back, his hand slipping free at the last moment. “Yes Madam”.
  For a moment Jane remained still, she knew Andy had stepped only a few feet back and was still intent on his new friend. She turned. “That will be all Amanda, go to your room and await me”.
  Andy jumped at the sharp tone and turned.
     “Was it a nice one?”. Will said as Andy turned in a sparkle of polished latex.
      “Sorry?”, The feminised boy replied, looking back.
      “The surprise, seeing me again, was it a nice one?”.
     Andy beamed, his glossed lips straining to contain his brilliant smile. “Yes”. He nodded “ It was, a very nice one”.
 With that and a look from Jane, Andy turned and moved up the staircase. Wills eyes following.
  Janes eyes now fixed on him, she smiled.
 
    In his room Andy had found a written note, an instruction to remove , clean and talc his little latex maids dress, before stripping and taking a shower. This he did and by the time the door to his room opened and Jane glided in, he was fresh, perfumed and wrapped in a scented bath robe.
   She looked him up and down, deliberately not mentioning the previous incident at the front door. She drew he robe away, allowing it to slip from Andys body and tossed it onto the bed. She circled the silent and clearly rather nervous young man, easing his hands away from where they shield his naked boyhood.
  “That is nothing I have not see before”, she purred, moving back before him and taking his hand, “Now come with me”.
   It was odd, but after all the high heels, make-up and shiny latex Andy suddenly felt very embarrassed as he was led, naked around the upstairs gallery and into Jane dressing room. She placed him deliberately before the mirrored wardrobes. He blushed and lowered his eyes. Jane smiled.
    “Now, as I said Andrew, this afternoon you will be punished for your removal of your heels”.
Andy shifted nervously ,his toes curling into the deep carpet. “Yes Madam”.
    “There is no need to look so frightened”, Jane added, her tone clearly lighter, “It will not be painful”.
 The relaxing of his shoulders, which had been nervously tensed moments before made it clear to Jane, he had been expecting the worst.
  She turned and with an almost flamboyant movement slid the wardrobe doors open. For a moment she was still, her eyes roaming over the contents within.
  “Your punishment today, will be in the form of a lesson”,
  She reached in and drew an item out. Placing it on the bed. Andys eyes widened.
  “The lesson will teach you….”.
   Another item of dress, slipped from the wardrobe and rippled onto the bed, beside the first. Andy swallowed.
   “…that, your day to day, French maids uniform is something of a privilege”.
   A third item, emerged and again Andys eyes fluttered wider still.
   “…..and not to be taken lightly”.
  Two more items, smaller than the others followed and Jane finally returned her gaze to him. But he only had eyes for the clothing laid out before him. For the pure white, blouse, short sleeved, but high necked. The jet black skirt, calf length, slim and elegant. The pair of smooth black stocking and finally the gloves, the long oprea gloves. All of which, every item made of glistening rippling latex rubber.
 Andy swallowed and Jane smiled.
   “Head to toe in Latex….a very sticky lesson on a summers day”.

  Firstly having slipped the beautiful young mans boyhood, into a pair of smoothing black latex panties, Jane had sat him on the bed and instructed him in the art of the latex stocking. Heavily lubricated, they slid up his long feminine legs with ease and with a little time he was able to work the air from out of the toes and smooth the delicate latex up his legs until they formed a perfect, crease free fit.
  “Mmmmm”, Jane purred, helping him to his feet, before wiping away the thin bead of lubricant which had risen from the top of the stockings to glisten on his thigh, “Yes, very….very nice. How do they feel?”.
   Andy paused, they felt tight, and weird, but instead he settled on , “Hot, Madam”.
  Jane smiled again “Good”.
  Now she turned and took up the skirt, quite long, it would clearly fall just below Andys knees, but it was it’s, sleek cut which, made the future wearer nervous. He knew it would be very, very tight. However it was not until, aided once more by a little lubricant, it had slid up his stocking legs to the wider curve of his thighs, that he realise just how tight.
  “Don’t worry daring”, Jane smiled, sensing Andys uncertainty at the skirts fit, “It will stretch a little. Now wiggle those hips of yours for me”.
 Andy did as instructed and slowly, punctuated by the sounds of stretching and snapping latex, the skirt worked its way up and over his slim, boyish hips, finally snapping into place about his waist.
 “Phew”, Jane said in mock exhaustion, “There all snug and tight”.
  Snug and tight were hardly there words Andy would have chosen, bound and helpless would have been better, for the skirt seemed to squeeze his legs together, from hip to knee in a fashio which even without trying he knew would make walking very tricky indeed.
  Jane stepped back, tilting her head in thought as she circled the tightly skirted boy. “I think that is just about perfect”, she purred, letting a light hand drift over his smooth and well defined bottom cheekily cupping his buttocks in her palm. “Mmm yes, perfect”.
  Already, as Jane selected the Blouse from the bed, Andy could ffel the eat building up in the double latex layer which enclosed his thighs and looking up from where she was unbuttoning the flinsy white blouse, she could see him fidgeting under the skirts control.
   “Tight?”, she asked.
    “Ye..yes madam”.
   “Then cross you knees”, she said looking up to him. Andy once more just fidgeted. Jane sighed and holding the gloss white blouse came behind him. She placed her hands on his smoothly rubberised hips and with gentle pressure, eased one hip down, allowing the opposite knee to slip across. The effect was instant and Andy felt the latex on his thighs relax a little. A very little. For so tight was the skirt, it still stretched between his thighs as smooth as any mirror, leaving only the sleek latex’s tell-tale crease and ripples to reveal its true nature.
    “Better?”.
 Andy nodded.
     “You will need to learn a whole new posture for your new uniform”, she held the blouse out, “Now then right arm first”.
   Unlike the skirt, the blouse felt quite loose, though well tailored and fitted across the back it was designed to flow and ripple, the delicate puffed sleeves lightly caressing his shoulders and upper arms.
   With ease and skilled fingers Jane closed each of the tiny, black buttons and as she did she drew the rustling latex together into what was another perfect fit.
 This was the third item and as Janes hands smoothed down his body to his hips, he could feel the heat spreading over him.
  Happy with the blouse and leaving the top few buttons open, Jane now took up the first glove and instructed Andy to offer his right arm again. If it had not been for the sweetly scented lubricate the gloves would have been an impossibility, such was their perfect fit. Skin-tight would have barely covered it, they were perfect and as she smoothed the air from them, she created a vacuum which almost melted the latex onto his hands revealing even the finest detail of his new long nails.
   As he offered up his left hand Jane looked up into his glowing, almost concerned, face. She smiled.
   “Breath Andrew”.
    Andy took a breath, his first for almost 2 minutes and sighed.
   “Sorry Madam, it’s just that, there is so much of it”.
   “And there is more”, Jane said cocking her head, as she eased the second glove up his arm, smoothing the fingers into place, with delicate hands. “I said head to toe and I wasn’t kidding”.
  Andy took another breath, his head span ‘head to toe?’.
  After a few minutes, Jane had eased the long gloves over the smooth lower edge of the blouses short sleeves, creating a single smooth line of latex from the top of his arm to the tip of his fingers. She stepped back, nodding approvingly.
  “Now nearly there”, she said almost to herself, “Lets get you into some heels next”.
 As she returned to the wardrobe, Andy remained still. Almost fixed to the spot by the tight latex outfit he dare not move, for any movement would allow a trickle of sweat to pop and flow beneath the smooth material. He stretched his fingers. So tight
   “Yes”, Jane said, “Turning back, yes why not”.
 Andy now did move, though it was more from shock than intention. The heels Jane held up were simple, ankle strapped, black and glossy. They were also, 6 Inches high, needle thin and fashioned with a one inch platform.
 Andy gasped.
 “Pretty aren’t they”, Jane said, turning them in her hand, displaying them to him in all their fetishistic glory.
  Andy shook his head and with a release of stunned breath said, “Please no”.
  Janes eye widened and a smile of surprise and delight flickered on her glossed lips. “I beg your pardon Andrew”.
  “Please, Madam. I don’t think I can wear those”.
  “Nonsense, they are perfect”.
   “But they are too high”.
   Jane paused, slightly taken aback by her young mans boldness. Then stepping closer, much closer until Andy lowered his eyes. “I have higher”, she purred, her breath caressing  his cheek, “would you like to try those instead?”.
  For a moment Andy remained still, eyes lowered, scared almost. Then with the faintest of movements shook his head.
  Now Jane paused and unseen to her submissive young man closed her eyes. She breathed, calming her heart. She did not want to use that tone in her voice again, she did not want to force Andy into anything, but she knew she was so close, so very close. She breathed once more and smiled, “Good boy”.
 The latex stretched and complained as she sat Andy on the bed, but sitting him made slipping the heels on easier, doing it standing would have meant a little too much balancing on one heel. Each heel slipped on with a soft sigh, fitting as perfectly as Jane had expected, closing the strap about his slim feminine ankles with a faint click.
  Jane straightened, smoothing her own skirt before extending a hand to the young man. “Ready?”.
Andy nodded and with his latex hand in hers, slowly rose to his feet. Jane smiled to herself as she recalled the first time Andy had worn heels and just as then, his grip tightened unable to let go.
  “Relax, feel the heels below you, relax onto them, let them hold you. Good, good, just as before, you see”.
 Andy nodded, his eyes lowered to his toes.
   “Ok?”. Jane slipped her hand free.
  To Andys embarrassment it was history repeating, for, despite the extra inch of heel and there super slim profile, he found himself as sure and confident in them as he had become in his regular heel.
  “A natural”, Jane teased, her hand patting his shiny latex bottom. “A natural, now take a step. Be careful”.
  For a moment, wobbling slightly, Andy could not raise either foot, “I can’t it is to tight”.
   “Don’t worry about your skirt honey”, Jane said, slipping her hand back into his, “It will stretch enough, just keep it tiny and rotate your hips a little”.
     She could feel him grip her hand, not tight but enough for her to know he was once more uncertain. Then with a deep breath he placed one foot forward. The latex skirt as promised stretched, but also as promised not much, it gripped and held his legs, unwilling to allow him to move unless he did so at its command. That command was to make him swing his slim hips as if he were a catwalk model whilst placing one foot no more than 6 inches in front of he other. It was a strict and demanding command but one which, after a few wobble, allowed him to move with a new and shockingly sensual step.
  Jane smiled as she gazed at his bottom, moulded to perfection as each buttock rotated and slipped beneath the gloss surface in a sensual dance. She could have watched it all day. But she had one last piece to add.
  For a moment, When Jane first slipped it around his waist, he was nor sure what it was, , but when she clipped the three tiny buckles together at the from, it became very clear.
   Jane smiled at his recognition. “I want to start to train your figure a little Andy, It won’t hurt, all it will be is a little tight.”.
   Sensing any form of questioning would be fruitless, Andy, took as deep a calming breath as the already snug, black, moulded rubber corset would allow. Well it was less of a corset and more of a waist-cincher, a very wide belt, which fitted him from the base of his rib cage down to the first outward swell of his hips. But whatever it was called, as the first hiss of the laces that criss-crossed down the back of it, drew the rubber in, Andy knew it would be tight. Then after the second Hiss he knew it would be very tight.
 “Relax, Andy”, Jane purred, as she worked the laces down his spine, “Deep breath, deep breath”.
 Deep breath, that was easy for her to say, for within a minute the waist cincher, had begun its main task, of squeezing his slim boyish waist into that of a young woman’s.
   “Up straight dear”, Jane instructed , her right hand momentarily resting on his shoulders, “Up right, let your abdomen relax, Good. That looks good. How does it feel?”.
  Andy, took a breath, not a deep one, that privilege had gone a few lace puls ago. “Tight” He sighed.
  With the aces in one and she drew the other down and over the new contours of her young mans body, she smiled. “Very nice. But a little more I think”.
 Andy, if he had had the nerve or indeed the breath, would have complained, but before he could, the ‘hiss’ of the laces once more filled the air. He gasped and felt sure his eyes must have popped, he definitely felt them widen with surprise.
  Again, the laces whispered their movement as she worked them down his spine and again they drew a gasp and a panted breath passed his glossed lips.
“That’s it Andy, relax, Little breaths now, little breaths”. Jane placed her hand, gently on his latex dressed shoulder. “Good boy…..now shall have one more?”.
  Andy lips parted, but no sound emerged. Not that Jane would have taken notice but it would have been nice to be able to voice his, discomfort.
  Jane patted his bottom, “Very well, one more it is, now relax”.
 ‘Hiss….hiss…..hiss…..hiss’, went the laces down his spine and for a moment Andy, his eyes closed and his breath clenched in his lung, thought he must have been split in two. However after a long moment, his breath, demanding release, drifted from his body and to his surprise, the next was drawn in with ease. It was not a deep breath, but a soft, half breath, but still it filled his head and relaxed his body.
  Jane, smiled to herself as she sensed Andys body, succumb to the control of the now very tight garment. So after tying off the laces into a sweet, but unseen bow at the base of his spine she allowed her hands to caress down his body, to rest on his now, clear and very femininely curved hips. Gently she turned him toward the mirror which adorned the far wardrobe door. Andy gasped.
  He had every right to gasp, for the effect of the mini corset was clear to see, where once he had a slim boyishly feminine figure, now he had genuine curves and a waist as slim as any catwalk model.
  Jane let him stare for a moment before turning him into profile, again the effect was clear. His stomach, not ever a problem, was now perfectly flat whist his bottom, naturally cute and girly, now seemed to curve outward with a new sensual roundness.
    Again Janes hands slipped over his body, a gentle reassuring caress. She smiled into the mirror,      “Doesn’t hurt does it?”, she asked with genuine affection.
   Andy, shook his head. If he had said yes it did, she would have most certainly relaxed its grip, but, it did not hurt, it felt, odd, tight yes, but odd, almost…..comforting like an embrace. Whatever it was Andy liked it. “N….no. It’s fine”.
  Jane smiled and patted his bottom. The tight latex rippling to her touch. “Good boy, now lets get you polished and no more surprises. I promise”.

  Andys fingers, flexed nervously in their tight latex gloves as Jane completed the now familiar ritual of his polishing and, as before, it left the once muted and dull latex glistening wetly like warm syrup in the summer sun and making its wearers every movement a sensual and erotic delight.

  Indeed it was a delight which Jane drank in all that afternoon. From wherever she was in the house she would either listen to the click of his heels, their step restricted by the clinging latex pencil skirt or best of all watch his exquisitely feminised figure, moving within its new sensual uniform as he went about is duties. For it was still very much a uniform, however the addition of the delicate cap, with its trailed ribbons , the tiny apron about his now moulded waist and the bowed ribbon closing the blouse about his throat, only added to the effect and nothing, nothing could possibly detract from the way the warm summer sun, shone and reflected from his every curve to highlight and emphasise , his now impossible to deny femininity.
  It was also femininity reflected clearly in his every movement. For in the next few hours, as he went about his we planned duties, his body learned to sway , compensating for the tight, yet lovingly yielding skirt, as well as developing a new higher elegance required to balance atop those heels. However if the uniform, had been a punishment, a tight, hot, sticky punishment, for his transgressions with his heels, it was also, unknown to Andy, a hint of things to come, and of plans Jane had already laid in place.

To be continued….

Nigella finally gets all sticky

Hi everyone,

 I had this image drop into my inbox and had to post it (Thanks Kel). It is of the British TV cook Nigella Lawson and shows her getting all sticky with Caramel. Now any one who does not know the rather beautiful Ms Lawson will not be aware of her Show, which many people of a stuffy nature call food porn. This is because it contains not only lingering looks at the dishes she creates but also, it refers i think to her wording. She uses such terms as , "Slick with rich glistening syrup", or "Sparkling dew moistened berries", Such thing as that, but she delivers them with coy glances and a very naughty smile. People probably read to much into it and she is i expect just a very fun and beautiful woman, but judging by this. I think she may be enjoying her own "Slick honey smooth coating".

 Anyway her is the pic along with a few more sweet offerings for Christmas.

 Monica Bellucci looks gorgeous in anything, but in honey? Oh my god!!!!!

This is simply a very pretty picture, what else do we need.......Yes apart from spoons

And in case you were wondering, this is Ms Lawson. A little less sticky but no less beautiful.

XXXX
Andy

The Guiding Hand part 5

Hi everyone.

 Here is the next part of The Guiding Hand. Please let me know if you enjoy it.

XXXX

Amanda

The Guiding Hand

Part 5

A new admirer

  He did not awake with a start, but he did awake with a dampness. The dream clear and vivid in his mind. He heard Jane moving about downstairs and as swiftly as he could slipped from then bed and into the bathroom.
  Minutes later a voice, came over the hiss of the shower.
“Good boy Andy”, It was Jane, he could see her perfect silhouette beyond the frosted glass. “20 minutes no longer. In my room”.
 Andy paused, his head still alive with the clarity of the dream. But that was all it was and with a sigh he replied. “Yes Lady Jane”.

  And so twenty minutes and no longer, Andy once more sat in front of Jane’s vanity mirror, the bottles, brushes and creams, with which he would be feminised laid out before him. It had taken little more than a towelling for his hair, to tumble back into the perfect style Ana had given him the day before so it was easy for Jane to pay all her attention to the face before her. In truth it did not need too much attention, for with his cutely shaped brows and clear flawless skin, poor Andy was now so naturally feminine all he really needed was for his femininity to be highlighted. However Jane was determined her maid would fit her idea of glamour and so, with skill she smoked and shaded his eyes, lengthening the lashes so they fluttered and flittered about his dewy eyes. Next came his lips. Again their natural feminine shape made them easy to shape and paint. This time they were the same sweet rose pink colour that still adorned his nails. Finally a dusting of rose, gave his soft round cheeks a warm, excited glow and once more Andy gazed into the mirror at the now familiar young woman. However Jane had one last embarrassment to place on him this morning. Taking up the small thin vial she twisted the top and drew out the budded tip of a lipgloss.
 “Do you know what this is?” Jane asked her tone that of a school ma’am.
  Andy nodded.
  “Then what is it?”
  “Li…. lipgloss”.
  “Very good boy”, Jane smiled with pride, “Very good and what is it for?”.
  Andy could feel that even without the blush his face would have been glowing with shame. He took a breath. “To make lips…shiny”.
   “Glossy  Andy, we will use the word glossy”, Jane turned the thin brush in the light, making its tip glisten, “But whose lips is it for?”.
   Andy once more lowered his eyes, he breathed slowly. “Mi…. Mine”.
  “Your lips need gloss Andy? very well you had better apply some”. With that and to Andy’s dismay she offered him the little brush. For a moment he could not get his fingers, with their new long nails, to fold round the tiny brush. Fumbling it until Jane sorted them out.
 Nervously he offered the wet tip to his rose lips. Jane stopped him almost deliberately drawing out his agony.
  “Look in the mirror Andy”.
 God that was the last thing he wanted to do.
 “Good, Now part your lips, that’s it. Now top lip first….”,
  She watched closely as Andy nervous fingers dew the brush across his lips. Instantly making them feel heavier and wet.
“…good now bottom…..That’s it right to the edges. Mmmm very well done. Now just close your lips, That’s it and dab a little in the centre. There, wonderful that gives them a cutely kissable finish”.
 Andy barely heard her words and without thought offered the tiny brush back. Jane took it and returning it to the bottle placed it on the table.
  “Well done Andy. Now every hour, when you check your make up, if you think your lips are a little dry, you can retouch them from our own lipsgloss”. Jane lowered herself so her face was reflected in the mirror behind her ‘pupil’. “There, that was your first make-up lesson and when you change your make-up for this evening, I will teach you how to paint your lips. Ok?”
 The sentence ended on a question the poor boy did not want to answer.
    After the same of his first lesson, the dress almost came easy. The secretly hidden latex panties had kept him used to the warm aroma of the material, but the coolness and cling of the latex dress as it slide on and was buttoned into place came as a sharp reminder that Latex was a very sensual material in every way. Not only in the way it smelt, or in its texture and cling, nor just in the way it shone once polished, but also in the way it sounded as it enveloped him, stretching and fluttering, rustling and squeaking, with his each and every movement.
  Once dressed with cap and apron. Jane held his hand as he stepped into the dagger like heels, instantly rising him some 5 inches from his usual height. There was that faint momentary wobble, natural to a young man, unused to feminine footwear, but as Jane stepped back, he found his posture and before her once more stood her beautiful young maid Amanda.

 And so it was too her maid Jane explained the duties ‘she’ was to carry out. “The upper rooms, bedrooms, vanity and bathrooms, will be done first. Is that clear?”
  Andy nodded but under Jane’s gaze, replied with a polite “Yes Lady Jane”.
  Jane smiled, “No Amanda. Madam if you please”.
 Andy shifted nervously on his heels, the latex hem of his tin dress, swishing in the light. “Yes Madam”
   “Excellent. Then once these are complete you will do the lower floors. Kitchen first, then hall and dinning room. The conservatory and lounge will be last. Yes?”
  “Yes Madam”. Andy whispered.
Jane placed her hands on her hips “And?”
For along moment Andy just stared then from nowhere he remembered and taking the hem of his skirt, bobbed his mistress and cute if slightly unsteady curtsy.
 And so with a nodded approval, Jane turned from the room, but if Andy could have seen her face he would have seen it light up with the widest and most delighted smile he had ever seen her give.

For the next hour as she sat at her office desk, Jane could hear the click, click of Andy’s heels as he moved about above her.
    Firstly he tidied the bedrooms, making sure everything was in place, then, as instructed, he moved on to the bathroom, again the room was not dirty or a mess and it was no problem to place every thing back in its proper place, In fact the only problem he had, through visiting every room on the upper floors was himself, or rather her new self, for, lost in the exquisite ballet of sweetly rustling rubber, lace edged petticoats and tiny steps taken on needle like heels, he began to find herself, behaving in the most blatantly girly of  manners!, and no matter how hard he tried not to, he felt himself performing each movement with an exaggerated feminine grace and daintiness. And this ‘problem’ was brought to a head when, turning to replace one of Jane discarded shoes he glimpsed himself in the mirror and for the briefest of moments saw not himself but the beautiful young woman he had be transformed into. Worse Still was that in that moment the feelings he always got when he saw a pretty girl, the flutter in his stomach, that flush of heat across his body, had come over him. Indeed it took a few moments for him to re-connect with the truth but by then, he had already straightened and without thought found himself turning in the mirror as any young woman would to admire her outfit, hypnotised by the glistening outfit.
 He turned and ran his hands down his body, listening to the latex crackle under his touch. He swayed his hips watching the tiny skirt float on its petticoats and gazed, not into his eyes, but into those of the very attractive girl who gazed back.
   “No time for that”.
 Andy jumped and tottered on his heels as Jane’s calm controlled voice broke the still. He turned to where she stood in the doorway and red faced stumbled for words. “I did not hear you M.Madam”.
  “No nor I you. I thought you might have been idling”.
  “No Madam….I, I was just checking, checking as you had said La…Madam”.
 Jane smiled, Apart from the fact she had been summoned upstairs by the silence of his heels for 10 minutes, it was a very good reply, “Very well done Amanda and does your make up need attention?”.
  For a moment Andy thought, “Um No Madam, I don’t think so”.
  “Very well then, in with your duties”.
   “Yes Madam”, the red faced young man replied, bobbing a surprisingly neat curtsy, before slipping passed her and on to the landing. As he passed, Jane lowered her head, gazing down at her polished fingernails with mock disinterest, but as he moved away her face once more broke into a smile of true delight. She shook her head. “How sweet”.

  Time passed once more to the sound of heels, clicking on the wooden floors and by 11.30 Andy, or rather Amanda, was serving Coffee on the sunny, and thankfully secluded, terrace were Jane sat surrounded by photos and articles. However even that seemingly simple task was punctuated with further instruction from the critical lady of the house.
 “No Amanda….”, she said placing her papers aside and standing to move behind him, “…when you serve, bend from the waist, Legs straight”  .As he obeyed she placed her hands on the cool latex of his waist, partly supporting him and partly just to feel the smooth material. “That’s it, that’s very good, because when you bend like this, your little skirt comes up and gives everyone a little peak at your cute bottom in those sexy panties”.
 Andy felt himself blush as her hand softly patted his latex encased buttocks. But his mind could not dwell on it, for at that moment the doorbell rang and any shame he felt turned to terror.
  “Ah, that will be Mrs Truman”. There was a pause, a heavy pause, Jane waited and so did Andy. Both knew what needed to be done but where one was delighted the other was mortified.
  “Please”, Andy said softly, he did not need to say anything more, just please.
   Jane smiled. “Now, now Andy, Oh! Amanda, silly me. Don’t be shy”.
  Andy looked once more into her eyes, but he knew further words would be worthless, he also understood the deliberate slip of his name.
   He curtsied, “Yes Madam”.

    Hesitantly Andy passed back into the house and through to the hall, Jane watching through the widow smiled as he paused before the mirror to adjust his cap and smooth his matching apron. She smiled, for no matter how he complained, femininity came so naturally to him.
 With in last glance and a smooth of his shiny latex skirt, Andy turned to the door.
    The caller is an attractive lady of about 60 or so, dressed in a smart and clearly expensive silk suit “Good morning”, Andy said in his softest tone, “may I help you?”.
  The look on the ladies face and the pause in her words made it clear she had not been expecting to be greeted by a young maid and most definitely not by one so stunningly uniformed in gleaming latex.
  “Yes”, The lady falters, “Juliet Truman to see Lady Fullerton-Jones”.
   “Yes Madam, do come in”.
   Andy steps aside as the woman passes and as she dose he can see her glance down at his towering heels.
 “Ah Ms Truman”, Lady Jane, said emerging from the lounge, “So happy you came, please come through. Amanda, please bring us tea. Earl Grey, Ms Truman?”.
 The woman nodded her pleasure and watched as Andy, dropping a neat curtsy, turned on his heels and moved to the sanctuary of the kitchen.
 Leading her guest through to the warm sunlit lounge, the pair move into the conservatory.
 “Your maid lady Jane does you great credit” Ms Truman said lightly, “It is so nice to visit a house were the values of proper servanting are still adhered to.”
 “Why thank you, She is very new, but I shall pass on your compliment, please”, Jane smiled offering a seat.
   Listening to the distant small talk, Andy, glowing with embarrassment at being seen by an outsider, took as much time as he dared in his preparation. However, fearing any upset, he finally took up the tray and with a calming breath (which did not calm), he returned to the lounge.
   “Excuse me Lady Jane”.
   Again Andy noticed Lady Jane’s guests eyes drift down to his polished heels as he stood awaiting instruction.
 “Ah thank you Amanda, just here if you please”, see pointed to the low table between the pair and with great care he bent to place the tray. However as he did he heard a soft tut, “Remember Amanda”.
 Andy momentarily looked to his smiling tormentor. Then with a polite “Yes Madam”, straightened before as instructed bent gracefully from the waist. Instantly he could feel the effects of the exaggerated movement on his skirt. He could feel it rise behind him, the full extent of his frilled petticoats revealed to form a white Halo about the polished curves of his panted bottom.
 He sensed Ms Truman move in her seat and felt her eyes on him. He straightened and smoothed his apron, turning with ease on his heels.
  “Thank you Amanda”, Jane smiled, happy in the display he had just given.
  “I was just saying to your mistress, what a delight it is to see such an…elegant maid .How you manage in those heels I do not know”.
 Andy gave a neatly bobbed curtsy of thanks.
   The woman paused for a moment seemingly trying to form the next sentence without sounding to amazed. “But if you excuse me, I am sorry I have to ask, your uniform, is…..is that Plastic?”.
  Andy felt himself blush as rose as his lips as the woman looked him up and down, her eyes almost afire with delight.
  “No Ms Truman”, Andy drew a deep breath, “No it is Rubber”.
  “Rubber?”. The woman replied her voice rising.
   “Well actually it is Latex”, Jane said, her eye never leaving her blushing Maids, “A much lighter form of rubber”.
   “Well bless me”, The woman could not help but stare and her gaze made the young beauty shift on his heels. “Such modern ways. But isn’t it hot, a rubber dress I mean, sorry latex dress?”
  Andy smoothed his hands nervously down the dress, his eyes lowered, “A little Madam, But…but I like it. I…I mean it is easy to…to clean”, he added”. The unguarded comment made Andy raise his eyes sharply, as if trying to erase it, but the look on Jane’s face was already one of delight and pride.
  “Turn round for Ms Truman Amanda, let her see you”
  Andy, hesitated for a heartbeat, but then, with as much grace as his wobbling knees would allow turned on the spot, his painted fingertips holding the hem of the tiny dress.
 “Well I must say it looks wonderful dear and so do you. It is so nice these days to find a young woman who takes the time to present herself so beautifully”, the woman said, her eyes still on him, “And Lady Jane, may I add you will be the envy of all our members at our next meeting”.
   “You are too kind Ms Truman and I look forward to meeting all your ladies. That will be all Amanda, Oh no, no sorry, there are two bags of clothes in my den will you bring them. Thank you”.
  Andy nodded and curtsied his understanding and as fast and gracefully as he could left the room.
   However when he returned a minute later, the two bags in his hands his face was no longer a rose glow, but felt a cold white. For the bags he held in his hands were his. Jane held his gaze, reading the confused and horrified thought they clearly reflected. Silently she gestured for the bags to be placed beside their guest,
  “Ah new stock wonderful”, Ms Truman smiled as she saw the two bags. “And thank you dear for donating them, beautiful, attentive and generous. Yes Lady Jane my ladies will want to snap your maid up and take her home”.
  Ms Trumans word barely registered, only the part about donating hit home and as Andy watched, The smiling woman raised one bag onto her knee and drew the zipper along.
 “Oh you do not mind my looking do you?” Ms Truman said, the zipper fully open.
 Andy looked at Lady Jane; Jane looked back at him. She shifted in her seat, sitting back, crossing her long legs. She smiled. “But of cause not Ms Truman”. She purred.
  Andy’s heart pounded in his chest, he could feel the sweat on his back, but he knew there was no way to stop his shame being revealed, He raised his eyes to the ceiling in silent prayer, but closed then at Ms Trumans gasp.
 “Oh my”, she chirped, “Oh my these are delightful”.
 Taken by surprise by her unexpected reaction, Andy as first did not react to Ms Truman’s words, but hearing a second honestly delighted gasp he opened his eyes. If there had been a slightest breeze it would have knocked him over with relief, for in her hands she held a pretty floral print dress and a delicate pale peach T-shirt, emblazoned with the word Honey. He swallowed hard, the relief flowing through him.
 “Oh young lady I can not thank you enough, these are just the things we need for our little shop”.
 Oddly Andy straightened with pride, oddly because, and to his relief, those were not his clothes. He bobbed a neat curtsy and glanced at the smiling Lady Jane.
  Softly from the depths of Ms Truman bag there came a chime and placing the clothes back in the bag, took out her phone. She stared at the screen. “Oh dear”.
   “Not a problem”, Jane asked sitting forward once more.
   “Yes I am very sorry do forgive me but I need to pop back to the shop”.
  Jane smiled and lightly waved her hand, “Not at all, duty calls”.
  Ms Truman, closed the zipper and stood, “Quite so, Lady Fullerton-Jones”.
    “Please, Jane. After all we will be very much all together from now”.
    Ms Truman smiled, “Thank you then, Jane and thank you Amanda. I shall take these straight back to the shop now and have them on display by tonight”, She waggled her finger in mock triumph and as she moved passed the politely curtsied Maid she placed one hand on his arm. “You are a very pretty thing, my dear. Very pretty”.
 Andy felt a strange tingle at the warm touch and thanked her with a rosed glossed smile.

From where he stood at the kitchen sink, Andy heard Ms Tremens’ car ease out from the drive and the hum of its engine drifted away down the road. For a moment there was silence, but then came the click, click of Jane heels.
  “You have an admirer there, Amanda”, She smiled, moving passed him to perch on the edge of the polished wooden table and running her eyes up his slender long legs. “Yes I think you will be the talk of the Woman’s Institute”.
 Andy felt himself blush as he washed the teacups, placing them to dry on the drainer. He eased the pale pink washing up gloves off. “Yes Madam”, he sighed, crossing his hands on his apron as he had been instructed.
 Jane, cocked her head to one side and gave a soft snort of a laugh, “Oh Andy, do forgive me, that was very naughty of me. But you should have seen your face when Ms Truman opened your case. Oh dear, my poor little maid. You did blush”.
 Andy lowered his eyes, his head one minute a mixture of panic and shock, now seemed almost calm with relief. He took a step forward. “Thank you”.
 Jane smiled, “Whatever for Darling”.
  “For not…. I thought”.
 Jane rose from her perch and took a step toward him. Her eyes seeming to dance. She sighed “Oh But I did darling”.
 Andy’s eyes rose and widened.
  “I did. You see your clothes were in the other bag”, her smile widened, “It was just good luck for you she chose the other bag to open”.
 Andy felt his knees tremble, All his clothes were gone, anything which connected him to the young man he knew he was, were gone. He raise his eyes, they fell into Lady Jane’s. “But..But what will I wear?” He asked.
  Jane smiled, tilted her head, placed one hand on a curving hip. Then looking him up and down replied coolly. “Well, what do you think?…….young lady”.

   The idea that he was now without any clothes other than to ones his captor provided played on his mind for the rest of the afternoon and captor was probably the correct term. For now, in just his sleek little maids uniform, Jane knew she could go out and not have to worry about her maid, running away.
 Oh yes, Andy thought about it, he thought about it the moment she told him she would be going out with her Neighbour that very evening. He thought about it again as he listened to her car drawing out. He even thought about it when he stepped out of the front door.
 But then, as he caught the lowering sun glistening on his teeny tiny black dress and reflecting up from his heels he knew it was impossible. For no matter how embarrassing it was for him in his feminised state, the notion of walking down the road, down the main street in his latex dress and heels, with his lips a glossed red and hair freshly curled, would be an even greater humiliation.
   No captor was the right term and his dress was his prison.
 
*************

  And so over the next few days, Andy’s life settled into a strange routine and under Jane’s watchful gaze the young man he was, began to slowly melt away and each morning the young woman he was becoming, took less time to reveal herself.
  Indeed over just a few days, his make-up had gone from being a heavy, if expertly applied, feminising mask, to something lighter. A look which to Andy’s embarrassment left him gazing in the mirror, not at some beautiful unknown girl, but at himself, clearly recognisable, yet still impossibly beautiful.
 One thing which did not change however was his uniform. Still tiny and still Latex. It remained polished and glossy, glistening wetly in the summer sun, as he went about his duties.
   However that was about to change.

To be continued….


XXX
Amanda.

Nancy Does it again!!!!

Hi everyone,
 I was just going through the online news from back home and came across, Two items about the gorgeous Nancy Dell'olio. The first is a story about her re-wearing the black  latex dress she wore the the Erotica fair a few weeks back, Which i blogged then. This time she wore it to a record launch in London and still look awaesome.

Some might say she is being cheap or something for wearing the same dress twice. But some how i can not see the gorgeous Ms Dell'olio being tight, she is too elegant for that.
  No it is my belief that she has a genuine passion for Latex and especially for Atsuko Kudo. Now you might say i need proof for such a claim well here it is.




Nancy Dell'olio In tight red latex.

These were taken at the end of show party for the BBC Strictly come dancing show.

And to be honest i do not think i have seen this dress worn better,

Nancy Dell'olio + latex

= Perfection.

Now tell me i am wrong.

XXXX

Amanda.

Captions for the weekend.

Hi Everyone,
   Here are just a few captions to keep you all warm over the weekend.

Love the colours and textures of this image. Like liquid caramel.

XXX

Hope you liked these, sorry there were not more

XXX

Andy

Slick sissies 12

Hi everyone,

 This is a little fantasy from my early years, placed into a Slick Sissies Cover.

Hope you like.

XXXX

Capricious Amber strikes again.

Hi everyone

   Quick i might get in trouble. A few weeks back The wonder CapriciousAmber from over at Deviantart created another brilliant piece, so sweetly dedicated to me. I meant to post on here with a link taking you to the brilliant text a while back but. OOPS! I forgot, smack bottom for me.

 Any way here it is in all it,is wonderful glory.

  Thank you Capricious Amber, Thank you so much

XXXX

Follow this link to more wonders.

http://capriciousamber.deviantart.com/art/Lil-Andy-in-dire-straits-271020006

XXX

Andy

Black and white

H everyone, 

Lots to get through today.

When i started drawing i only worked in black and white. I liked the way it looked and this is one of those images. Pretty much in the same style but as i say. In black and white.

Hope you like

XXXXX

lost captions.

Hi everyone.

Here a a couple of captioned pieces which went astray.

Hope you like them.

XXXX

This Atsuko Kudo dress is definitely on my Christmas list.

So maybe is a little time in the cells.

XXXX

The Guiding hand. Part 4

    Hi everyone, here is the next part of The Guiding Hand. I am so sorry it comes without a cover, but time and things seem against me.
 I hope you enjoy it all the same.
XXX
Andy



                                                       The Guiding hand

Part 4

                                                              The sunny seats.



The next 5 days are a disaster, leaving poor Andy unable to concentrate, sleep or eat. His head and body so full of wild emotions they took up his every waking hour. He can’t believe she expected him to just surrender to her once more, “i will collect you”, what was he a piece of luggage she can pick up any time, to take back to her house. No way…no way?…..
 Then why did that knot in his stomach not taste of fear, nor sicken like dread…..it was more like……like Christmas eve….No ,no, it was fear and dread he told himself, it must be, it could be nothing else.  Could it?.
  Then on the next Friday, a package arrived for him. The school secretary gave it to him, it has been registered. The writing, Lady Jane…Andy tingled….Christmas eve?
  With the door of his room locked Andy sat in stunned silence, in his trembling hand he held a pair of glossy red latex panties, very small and very sexy. The note contained was clear.
  That night belonged to her, the poor confused boy lay awake his mind racing… “I’m not going with her again, no way”, he mumbled to himself,  But she is lovely , his mind answered…”No No way, you know if you go with her tomorrow you are willing to be her….No no  way!!!”
  But why then, when sleep comes did his hand rest upon those shiny panties which silently hid beneath his pillow…..Christmas eve?.
  The next morning, the sun filled the college square, Andys mates were loading up the coach for camp, his bags with them, as was he, Laughing and joking.
 “Nice one”, a call went up and everyone turned to the sound of the powerful car, but poor Andy felt nothing but the cold sweat on his back.  However, turning, he felt his heart leap with relief.
 The driver was a mature man some 50 years of age.
 “Looks like your old mans numbers came up Chris”.
 The young man to whom the call was addressed turned and smiled, and with a parting reply of, “Never mind Shipper you can have that one”.  ran toward the gold Mercedes.
  Now as the second car, drew in there were gasps. For drawing up was a bright red sports car sleek and smooth, but if jaws dropped at the car, moments later they literally fell off .
 The woman who rose with sleek elegance and grace from the low car, instantly turned heads, She was tall, beautiful and curvaceous. Dressed in a simple black satin blouse, ruffled at the collar and cuffs , tight red leather pants, which seemed to mirror the cars deeply polished paintwork for smoothness and shine and a matching wide, triple buckled belt, sculpting her slim waist, Jane Fullerton-Jones had never looked more stunning and as she approached, her heels crispy on the fine gravel, Andy had never felt so helpless.
 “Hello Andrew”, her cut crystal accent, as hypnotic as ever was tinged with a aristocratic haughtiness and as she looked him up and down, reaching out to stroke her fingers through his hair, Andy instantly felt his heart begin to pound. “Hmmm, did you grow your hair just for me”.
 The young man stepped back, “I’m not going with you”, he burst without even a greeting. “I can’t”
 For a moment she let his heart pound in his chest, just waiting, then, with a tilt of her head and a playful smile she purred, “Yes you are”.
“No No Lady Jane”, Andy stammered, “I am going to camp”.
 At that moment Ms Monroe, one of the seniors teachers came over, “Ah Ms Fullerton-Jones, you must be Amandas Auntie”, to Andys shock the two politely shake hands,
 “Lady Fullerton-Jones”, Jane breathed, her tone cool and arrogant, emphasising her title.
 Ms Monroe, paused and very nearly unwittingly bowed her head. “I received your message just an hour ago Lady Fullerton-Jones and Andys bags have been removed from the coach. It is always nice if the boys can spend time away from college life”.
 “Oh I do agree”, Jane half nodded and turned her eyes to the red faced young man beside her. “There is so much fun one can derive from the youth of today”.
  “Indeed, Lady Jane. Andys bags are just there”.
  “Ah yes, we must not forget those, must we Andrew. After all, what ever would you wear if we did.” For a moment she let her words hang, she knew the young man understood her meaning, then looking across at the two bags, little more than sport bags added, “Do have one of your porters place them in my car. Ms Monroe”.
 For a brief moment the teacher seamed stunned by the request, but then with a “Yes Lady Jane”, and a strange almost unthinking half curtsy, turned away.
  There was a pause, a silence almost in the bustle of the busy court yard. Andys heart pounded in his chest, he could feel himself tremble. “I want to go to camp”, he whispered , his voice lightly breaking.
  But Lady Jane, cool and calm, elegant and beautiful just turned her gaze to him, “Don’t be silly child”, she purred, her eyes deep and green sparkling with mischief and delight. “You know you are going to come with me……don’t you”.
  Slowly she extended her hand, her nails long and red. For a moment Andy held his position and his nerve, but then as she slowly repeated her words, “Don’t you”, his hand, unwilling to obey his own command slipped into hers and was enfolded.

   
   As the sexy sleek car pulled away, crunching on the gravel drive. Andy gazed out at the envious looks from his friends. Envious? God if they only knew. However their ignorance of the truth was the only good thing he had to cling to.
  It was Christmas eve and he had given Lady Jane the best gift she could have dreamt of.

   The drive back into London took over and hour with Lady Jane , skilfully keeping to the everyday, college, TV, friends. She told him about what she had been up to, how she had gone to visit a close friend in Germany and brought back lots of exciting things and once again as before , bathed in her perfume, he felt himself helplessly relaxing in her charming company,
 Eventually she pulled the car into a private parking space in the heart of Londons exclusive boutique area and for the first time the subject turned to him.
  “Now Andrew I have booked you in with Ana, she is very much looking forward to meeting you. We have discussed what I want and what she thinks would be nice, oh by the way, I am afraid I had to show her your DVDs darling. Just for her references”.
 “Who is…..”. Andy whispered, the thought of others knowing his secret, filling him with shame.
 “Who is?, Oh did I not explain. Ana owns a very exclusive beauty salon, just round the corner”, she sees her young captives face drop, eyes widen, “As you will be with me for the next few months I want your hair correctly enstyled”.
  At the thought of the next few months, the knotted feeling of confusion and disbelief  returned to Andys stomach, but he knew his words would be pointless , he had surrendered his right to complain back at college, back when he had stepped into the car and back when he had kept those rubber panties beneath his pillow.
 Andy had surrendered and now he belonged to her,
    But why then did it not feel like of dread.
  His hand securely wrapped in hers the pair enter the salon, to Andys horror it is packed. Mirrored walls lined with brilliantly polished pink and white sinks. Facing each sink was a high, leather backed chair containing a woman wrapped in a protective pink gown, her head inside a dryer, or being worked on by one of the pretty young assistants.
  As Andy and Lady Jane entered, virtually every head turned, each pair of eyes filled with curiosity that betrayed the owners indiscretion concerning the reason for this young mans presence.
  “Lady Jane, so nice to see you again”. A woman emerged from the waiting customers, her eyes filled with excitement. Andy guessed the elegant, beauty, with oriental features and dressed in a pure white uniform was Ana ..
 “Ana it is always a delight to visit you”, The two greeted with a kiss and exchanged pleasantries ,
 “Oh lady Jane those pants are wonderful”, the salon owner purred gazing down at Janes polished leather legs, “Tailored?”.
  “Of cause, Ana”, she half turned, giving her friend a brief half glimpse of her bottom and the fine seam which vanished deep within the moulded cleft of her perfect seat-cheeks. “Very”.
     “Only you, I think Lady Jane could carry those”.
 Jane smiled, “I come here for your charm as much as your skills Ana”
  The woman returned her smile, then turning her eyes to the nervous young man who stood behind her added. “But now I see you have a beautiful charm of your own”.
  “Ah yes Ana…. this”, she drew Andy before her , “is my Maid, Andrew”.
 The words seem to echo round the room, increasing the deep embarrassment Andy already felt at just being in a beauty salon.
 Ana took his hand, her eyes all over him,
  “Oh he is adorable”,
Andy blushed and tried to avoid her intense gaze. But every woman in the salon was now staring at him and wishing it were they who were taking him home with them.
  “Now I see him Jane I understand what you meant,”  The salon owner purrs, turning him in the light”, he is gorgeous and it think we can perhaps look for something intensely delicate , very very feminine and not a little..sexy? and maybe a little further than we discussed”.
  “The hair, you mean?”, she lightly fluffed her fingers through Andys new mop of longish hair, brushing the fringe from his eyes”. Yes I must admit I was a little surprised myself. However I am certain Ana, your eyes will be perfection as ever. So I will leave him in your hands. Now, Andrew. I have a few items to pickup so I will leave you with Ana and her girls.”  she stepped back. For a moment she eyed him up and down, before, with a wicked smile, turned on her heels, leaving Andy to watch her polished heels as they left the room. For a moment there came the sound of traffic as the door opened , but then it died and Andy was alone. .
   Jumping slightly at the touch of Anas hand on his arm Andy turned to the smiling woman, who with a light touch drew him toward the empty chair and as he settles in to the supple leather he can feel the other customers eyes turn to him.
  But their combined gaze holds less embarrassment for him than the looks on the faces of Anas two young assistants. Both are no more than 20, maybe younger and as they come behind him he can see them in the mirror smiling as they help a white coverall slip about his shoulders.
 
  Even helped by the two girls it took Ana over two hours to transform his hair and as they worked he sat and watched, with growing disbelief as his average college boy hair was sleeked and smoothed, trimmed and curled, sprayed and transformed into a perfect, sweet , neat, and undeniably sexy loose and wavy bob style. The fringe of which still long enough to trouble his eyes lids and which even without the skill of make up left him with even softer and more feminine features than before.
 However as Andy gazed in transfixed disbelief at his new “look”, he suddenly realised something very odd indeed. The knot in his stomach……had gone!.
  Indeed Andy was still trying to relocate his sense of dread, when he realises one of the girls, is laying out some frighteningly recognisable items.
   “Would you like me to do your make up”, she asks her voice soft and slightly accented to the American.  “Or would you like to apply your own?”.
  Would he like to apply his own make-up?. It was not the sort of question to ask of a young man and especially not a question he ever imagined hearing from a girl he would have rather have been dating. It took a few moments and after what felt like a life time, poor his voice returned. “I….I …don’t know…I have never really …..would you mind…do…doing it?”
 “Not at all”, came the sweet and un-mocking reply.
 Blushing deeply now Andy looked beyond the mirrored image, to where every woman in the salon was intent on him, it was if he were a model on display, and not a helplessly silly boy. Not that the boy remained long, for under Lauren’s skilled touch the beautiful young girl, with sparkling doe eyes and full glossy lips, he recalled from 3 months earlier swiftly reappeared before him, but this time, she was more beautiful than before, for this time her stunningly made up eyes , had been highlighted further by delicate feminine brows, plucked into perfect arches by the girls expert hand.
  Now that knot returned.
   Still lost in the image in the mirror Andy jumped when Lady Janes voice breathed in his ear,
  “Ah, my gorgeous maid, I have missed you”. She gazed at him in the mirror and smiled, “Mmm and I believe she is even more beautiful than I ever remembered, I will have to thank Lauren personally. Oh and these are lovely.” She Took his hand and to Andys shock he realised whilst he were so intent on Laurens touch, the second girl had been at work on his nails, for they were now longer , perfectly manicured and glossed to match his lips .The look of surprise on Andys face makes Jane laugh, “Don’t worry, they will not fall off . But just imagine how yours will look once they have grown”.
 At that moment Ana appeared, “I hope we have met your desire”.
   “Oh thank you Ana, he looks stunning”.
   “Not at all, he is such a very beautiful young man, completely feminine, we just had to make him up I hope you don’t mind, I mean it might be a little embarrassing, you know still in his boys school uniform”. With that the woman drew the apron away and suddenly the mixture of the male and feminine became clear once more.
 Lady Jane laughed “of cause not my dear, I was just saying I must thank Lauren and as for the uniform, well we will not be dinning at the ivy in that, but this will get us sunny seating”. With that she placed a selection of bags on the table and opening one drew out its contents.
  For a moment he could not make out what it was, Although what ever the small item was it was clearly made from very smooth, very supple and very shiny rose pink leather. Then, his heart pounding in his throat it rippled out to form a tiny skirt, a very tiny skirt! Andys eyes widened and his lips parted in a silent gasp of shock . “Isn’t I gorgeous but wait…”, she slips the second item of pink leather out. A short, tailored, military style jacket, with ¾ length sleeves , finished with three gold buttons and trimmed with military style black rings and piping at collar and cuffs. Then finally the 3rd bag revealed a pair of polished rose pink, high stiletto heeled sandals. Again trimmed with black piping and detail.  Smiling Jane held them before her young mans eyes, turning the dangerously high heels before him, before gazing down to his feet. Andy gasped, they were bare and his toenails glistened with the same shade of rose pink as his lips, “perfect”.

   The warm summer breeze drifted about Andys long naked naturally smooth legs, circled about his ankles, touched his calves, kissed the backs of his knees , caressed his creamy, silken thighs and licked the underside of his pert seat-cheeks as they peaked from beneath the hem of his teeny tiny leather skirt.
  Barely dressed in his cute, chic, leather suit and balancing atop dangerously sexy heels, Andy could feel the entire world gazing at him as, hand in hand with his ‘Aunt’Jane he glided through the sunny London street. He could sense people turning to look at them, Not just at he, but at the stunningly beautiful woman who held his hand. Indeed at one busy road junction, looks turned to words as a Truck, baring the words ‘Thames scaffolding’ drew up beside them and a young man in check shirt and cap expressed his appreciation with an old fashioned whistle. It was a gesture which drew a look from Jane which, in turns both turned the young man to stone and also turned him on.
  Still glowing red from shame, Andy felt a strange relief when finally they stepped into the elegant and fashionable restaurant.
 However the very moment the Maitre de, Smiling and charming, greeted them and led them through the calm, aromatic restaurant any hope of relief from being on show swiftly vanished.
  The sun shine seats’, as they were known, were THE seats to be placed at, they wee the ones for the people who wanted to be seen, the fashionable, the beautiful and famous. These were the seats to have and these were the seats, to which they were led.
  Again Andy could feel heads turn and again he just wanted to fade away, but Jane, cool and elegant seemed to grow taller and even more elegant under there gaze. She was beautiful, stylish and sexy and she knew it and when they arrived at their seats, she was the last to sit.
  Placing her bag on the table, Jane crossed her long legs, the smooth leather rubbing sensuously together, extending one foot to touch her companions. For a moment he did not understand her look but then slowly, copied her posture. Crossing his long ,long legs and pointing his painted toes. Jane smiled proudly. “You look lovely darling”. She purred, her voice cool and clear.
  Andy blushed, and shifted nervously as he felt the tiny skirt rise an inch higher up his thigh.
 “Everyone is looking at you”, he half whispered.
 Again Jane smiled. “oh darling, that is sweet of you, But no…..they are looking at you”. She now shifted in her seat, angling her perfect body to him. “They are looking at you Andy and wondering, ‘Who is she?, how old is she?, what is her name?’, they are thinking, ‘she must be a model, perhaps a cover girl?, no with those long legs she must be a catwalk model, perhaps from Paris, Yes she is chic and sexy enough, after all her sleek hair and perfect make up is pure Parisian’. Oh yes darling they are bewitched and none of them, not one would ever believe you are a boy. Would you?”
  For a moment Andy was taken by he odd look Jane gave with her last question, but then his blood froze as he realised a young waiter, was hovering at his shoulder.
  The young man a few years older than Andy smiled and nodded politely “Beauty should have no boundaries and Madams companion is the very, very beautiful.”
  For a moment the words barely registered, but then, oddly Andy felt his body warm and his stomach flutter, he glanced up at the smiling woman before him and then, without thought, raised his eyes to the young mans and with a genuine smile whispered. “Thank you”.
 For a second then it was the young waiters’ turn to be bewitched and after a pause where his eyes seemed to glaze, he stepped back and in a slightly trembled voice, took their order.

 Sitting at the window, Andy pushed his barely touched salad about the plate for what seemed like a lifetime. Never once did he feel eyes drifting from him. As one group left another entered and was swiftly drawn to the young beauty in the window.
  Strangely however, one pair of eyes, did not induce the same sensation of shame.
  The young waiter, who drifted around them, attentive and polite, seemed to have eyes, which at no point, hinted at the quizzical. Instead they held Andys as if they were those of a friend and with each visit to their table Jane could not help but notice his presence drew the first natural smile from Andys rose glossed lips she had seen all day.
 “Oh my!”,  Something tingled in Jane stomach, something tickled her neck and nibbled her ears, It was a thought about her young Companion she had never imagined before, a thought she had never even given a moment to. A thought which made her glow.
 
  Finally Andys torment came to an end and as the waiter returned Janes card and payment slip, the pair rose from there seats. For a brief moment Andy steadied himself on the needle fine heels, as he smoothed what there was of his skirt over his thighs. Jane took his hand. It was then as they were moving toward the door an attractive lady stopped them, she was about 30ish with long brown hair  and eyes, full lips and dressed in a smart business suit. She introduced herself as Jessica Green  and asked if they could spare her a moment of time.
  Jane nodded and the three of them moved to a alcove at the side of the restaurant.
  “How may we help you?”. Jane asked her voice as cool and rich as ever.
   “Firstly may I say, how amazing you look. Your styles are so classic and still so edgey. Your pants are to die for. Wonderful legs. If I may say and i don’t know if you realised you made quite a buzz”.
  Jane smiled her thanks. “Very kind of you Ms Green. But I am afraid …”.
 The woman understood instantly and reached into her bag, Drawing out a card. “Sorry yes, well, I am a scout for  the ‘ Elite model agency’ and wondered, well about your ….you rather stunning companion and whether she has a representative?”.
  “Model?!”, Andy half gasped in shock, but then he felt a hand rest on his bottom.
 “Oh an agent you mean?, well No, we do not Andy, has never modelled and is still attending college” , Lady Jane looks into your eyes, you feel the colour rush to your cheeks, Andy?.
 “ Andy…Andy?...um….. Oh, like the actress, with an ie, yes?”, The woman paused, looking at the blushing young man, who nodded dumbly. “Oh how cute, she was a model as well, very nice lady, But as you have no agent, may I give you my card, my number on the top there, and say, you are a very beautiful young lady Andie and we would very much love to see you”.
  As the woman turned away, Jane gazed at the card and made a deliberate gesture of placing carefully in her purse. Then Andy noticed her look passed him and smile.
 He turned on his heels.
  Behind him, some 20 feet away, stood the young waiter and in his hand he held a flower. Jane instantly felt her companion shift on his heels, his hand trembling in hers. She smiled as he looked back at her.
 “I think it would be very rude not to accept”, she whispered.
 There was a pause, not a long one, but enough to make it clear, there was some confusion in Andys mind, but then to Janes delight, and not to say surprise his hand slipped from hers. She watched him move with grace towards the young man and stop before him. She moved slightly so she could see their faces. The pair exchanged words and Andy smiled, moving his weight without effort or thought onto one heel. The flower was accepted and sniffed, more words and smiles and then to Janes amazement Andys hand rose and rested on the young waiters arm. Again a smile and this time there came a tilt of the head. Jane felt her stomach flutter now as nervously the pair moved closer and closer still, hovering a breath away. But then as her heart raced Andy stepped back, his head bowed, eyes lowered and turned away. the flower in his fingers. However he made but 3 steps when he stopped. He seamed to breath, then turned and to the young waiters clear delight stepped back and placed his rose glossed lips to his cheek”.

    Nothing was mentioned about the kiss on the drive home. There was nothing to say, it was a natural thing, a pleasantry, between two people, nothing more, nothing to make a scene over. Totally natural.
 Well that was what Jane told herself.
 As for Andy, he remained quiet and still, until the car had pulled into the tree lined the driveway to the ivy-covered house.
  The large reception hall of Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones house was just as Andy recalled, polished wood floors and half panelled walls, expensively framed art works and furniture of the highest order, all coming together to create a rich and exclusive ambience, filled with the dark scent of roses. The memories of that weekend wash over him and that tingle deep inside returned.
  “Welcome back Andy. The place really has missed its devoted maid”, she purred, taking his hand and leading him into the warmth of the conservatory. He looked out over looked the long wide garden.
 “I really was proud to be with you today Andy. You looked utterly enchanting”.
 Andy shifted on his heels, “Please Lady Jane. Why do I have to remain like this?”.
 Jane smiled, it was an obvious question “Because I want you like this Andy. There is no other reason. You are too beautiful to be a dull boy, too bright to vanish into the crowd. You are gorgeous Andy and that is how you will remain. Do you understand?”. Gently she turned him to face her, her soft hands holding his wrists, but not gripping. “Andy?. I am not going to hurt you. But you will do as you are told”.
 Andy lowered his eyes. Janes tone was not cruel, or harsh. Not threatening really, but somehow he knew she would have her way. His stupidity of a few months earlier had locked his prison. His prison of femininity.
 “I understand”, he sighed.
 Jane smiled and lifted his chin on one elegantly long finger. “Good boy. Now, I haven’t really had a good chance to look at you. Step over there for me darling and let my look at you”.
  Without complaint the young man, took and breath and with a naturally feminine and graceful step, walked across the room. The sound of his heels clicking with each neat step. He stopped and turned, lowering his eyes as he felt Jane’s eyes drift over him. She smiled.
 “You really are beautiful”, she half whispered to herself, “Really beautiful. Turn round darling”.
Andy obeyed and Janes eyes roamed up his long legs and rested on the neat curve of his leather clad bottom. Again a smile.
  “Turn back, come here”. Andy moved smoothly to her, his hips helplessly swaying with each placement of his heels. “You were born in heels”, she purred, reaching out to take his hand and draw him before her. Now she turned her eyes, her clear green eyes to studying his face, she took in his eyes, in there ornate dressing, his round soft rose blush cheeks and finally his lips, wet and full, naturally feminine, glossed and smooth. She smiled as they slowly parted with his nervous breath.
 Softly she rushed his hair from his eyes, and raised his chin once more “Don’t be afraid of who you are.”
  At that moment, if Andy had been paying attention and not trying to make himself vanish, he would have noticed Janes voice, suddenly soften into an almost maternal tone. However the moment passed in a breath and Jane stepped away.
“Now, much as I really want to get you back into your sexy latex uniform Andrew, I am going to be a good girl, well at least for this evening and let you settle in”.
  Taking his hand, she led the young man up stairs, reintroducing him to each room, before guiding him into his bedroom. It was the same room, with the same view, but now, every item of decorating, though elegant, classic and stylish, was clearly hinting toward to feminine. Where there had been whites and beige, there was now warm pinks and soft blues. The bed a mass of frilled satin and lace and the curtains tided with ribbons and bows. Jane felt Andys hand tremble.
 “Now”, Jane stepped away and opened one mirrored wardrobe and took out a pair of classic pale denim jeans. “I think you need to slip into these for this evening and…….this, no this”, she held up a white shirt, neat and shiny. For a moment Andys heart rose at the slightly masculine style but as Jane laid it on the bed, the material shimmered and shone as only satin could.

 The evening passed, without to much embarrassment, for the young man. Oh the shirt was satin and felt cool and funny and yes the jeans were tight, very tight, moulding and hugging his bottom and thighs, but at least they were trousers. The only truly feminine item he wore were his heels, which as Jane insisted he would “Never, ever be without”.
 They sat in the garden and chatted almost as if there was nothing unusual about the scene, such was Lady Janes charm. She offered him a glass of champagne and was surprised to hear he had never tried it before.
 “Really you do surprise me”, she purred. “Life without Champagne, dear, dear. We will have to do something about that”. Standing she moved to where the bottle sat on the piano, then topping up her glass, moved to were he sat.
 “Thank you”, he said but as he reached for the glass, Jane drew it away.
  She looked at his face, her head on an angle, a smile on her lips. “I think we need to be careful”. With that she raised the glass and to Andys bemusement dipped on long red tipped finger into the golden Champagne, before offering it to his lips. “Gently”, she purred.
 Heart racing Andy parted his lips and allowed Jane to slip her finger between. The fizz of the drink instantly tingling on his tongue.
  For a moment longer than needed Jane allowed her finger to rest between Andy lips, she turned it slowly, allowing it to become wet with his mouths own moisture, before slowly slipping it free, she smiled at the dumbstruck boy. “A taste for a taste”, she purred and then without breaking his gaze, slid her finger into her own mouth, purring like a kitten.
  Andy could feel his heart pounding and he could also feel his boyhood, straining within the tight denim of his feminine jeans.
  “You like?” She sighed slipping her wet finger free. Andy nodded, making any sound other than a squeak would have been impossible. “Good, but they do say the best way to taste Champagne is from the lips of a lover.”.
 Andy could feel his knees struggling to remain strong, as with a measure movement Jane raised the glass to her lips, before without making another sound, drawing him close and placing her lips upon his. For a brief tantalising moment they hovered close and then became one and as they did, as their glossed lips came together, the champagne in Jane mouth flowed into his.

To be continued……