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 July 2012

Caption art

Hi everyone
Sorry i have been rather busy over the past week and have had no time
to post anything.
I have the next part of Knightley Manor nearly ready, plus a couple of
other short stories and with luck a new piece of art.
Before then though here are a couple of captions, with poor Andy now
enrolled in the Institute.
Hope you like them and one is especially for our friend Unrak.

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Captioned fun

Hi everyone,
Here are a couple of fun captions i created the other day. The second
of which i dedicate to my beautiful friend and playmate Sheila, a
woman with a much naughtier imagination than i ever gave her credit
Hope you like.

Friday, 13 July 2012

The strange world of Knightley manor 2

Hi everyone,
 I have been doing some searching out and have found the second part of The strange world of Knightley Manor. The link below is to the first part which even i had to hunt for to find. I have freshened the story up and i hope you like it.


The strange world 
Knightley manor.

Part 2

“We thought the countess would be coming”. Vanessa said in a voice clearly tinged with nerves.
  “ No Mummy is far to busy”,
 “But we….we have a gift for her, to repay the……”
“A gift for me, how charming. But firstly which is the older one?”
 Tall , elegant, and dressed in a deep wine red leather blouse , matching skintight pants and high heels, the beautiful and well made up teenager, turned and looked the pair in the eye. She paused looking them up and down with disdain. “Must I repeat myself”, she sighed.
  “No no Miss Knightley”, Caroline, the younger of the two, stepped forward. “This is the elder, but she did fit the measure”.
  For a moment, the leather sheathed teenager did not speak, her eyes deep and chocolate brown merely drifted over Carolines trim figure, then those eyes narrowed and her lips creamy and glossed, curled into a sly naughty smile. “Mmmm…”, she purred, “Pretty girl”.
 Startled at the cool power of the teenagers cut glass voice, Caroline did not know how to react, sure she had been called pretty before, but only by older women than she. Never by someone younger and never in a voice which dripped with such casual dominance. It spun around in her head and after a long pause the words, “Thank you Miss”, fell child like from her lips.
  Sensing the discomfort she had placed Caroline in, Lady Emma Knightley stepped closer and capturing Caroline’s blue eyes in hers. “That is so sweet”, She half mocked, before looking her up and down and adding, coolly, “Perhaps I should leave these here and just take you back to my studio. What do you think. You would look wonderful in the gallery, have you ever wondered what bit is like to be dipped in latex, to be sealed and moulded, transformed into a thing of beauty like no other”, she smiled at the clear tremble on Caroline’s lips. She tilted her head, and smiled. "I am taking you now”.
As The teenager reached out her hand, Caroline gasped and stepped back, “No no, madam, i…I”.
 The young woman’s eyes narrowed and for a moment the older woman thought she would snap at her, but no,  slowly Emma Knightleys lips curled into a smile. “Scared?”.
 Caroline took a calming breath, her heart racing at the idea she would one day fall into this young ladies perverted clutches.
“We have a deal?”, Vanessa asked, her own voice trembling with nerve.
 The cruel young woman nodded. “Yes…..Now what is this about this gift?”.


      The women had smiled as the customs check point vanished behind them. It so much easier these days to move across Europe. Oh the customs officers  had asked the correct questions, they had checked their paper work, 3 women, 2 of about 30 and one much younger in her late teens. They even let their dog sniff round the car. But what they had not seen were the delicate chains which connected the heels of the teenagers polished red stilettos. Nor had they noticed the jewelled thumb rings which held her hands together on her lap, but most of all they had not noticed the stunning young beauties rich coating of lips gloss which in reality sealed the beauty lips together to form a perfect invisible gag.
  No the customs officers had not noticed the young beauty on the back seat had been kidnapped and as the polished red car drew up through the tree lined drive of Knightley Manor and the iron gates had silently closed behind them, their journey was complete.


   The warm sun filtered through the fine lace curtains and fell across ornately canopied bed its warmth causing the slim figure within to stir. Drowsily Andrew stretched out slowly brushing away the last clouds of sleep, his eyes heavy flickered open. Greeting him was a truly beautiful sight, long dark wavy hair, green eyes smiling red lips.
.”Good morning Andrew. My you did sleep well”, the woman stroked one red glossed finger tip across the young mans arm, “we let you sleep a little longer on your first day”,
   “Where am I?”,
    “Knightley Manor”
    “Where?. I was on holiday with…”, The young mans head span as he sat up quickly, “Where’s Aunt……”,
   “not so fast dear, the gas can make you a little woozy and it has been a few days. That’s it take a moment”
 Blinking his eyes in the light, Andrews head cleared and he found himself beneath the soft sheets of a strangers bed, a bed centred in an old fashioned bed room, no not old fashioned stately rich and expensive.
 “Where, where am I?”, he murmered half to himself, “Who?…”
 “I told you dear, Knightley Manor”. The voice was soft and friendly slightly accented but very English. “And my name is Samantha Richmond, but you will address me as Ms Richmond”.
  “My Aunt, My Auntie Rachel, where is she?, what have you done with her”.
  The beautiful woman shook her head, “I am sorry but I know nothing of your Aunt. I am only responsible for the Maids”
   “But my Aunt was with me, they….they put her into a strange bed, it..something about a measure”
  “The measure”. Samantha repeated, a look of knowing flickering in her eyes.
   “What has happened to her? please”,
   “Do not worry am sure she is safe and well”, Samantha said, giving him the best reassuring smile she could muster.
    “But I must….” The young man started.
   “Enough for now. All will become clear in time”. And with an elegant movement Ms Richmond rose from the bed. As she did the young man could not help but notice the way her tight black skirt and filmy white blouse shone. The sight instantly made his stomach turn. Not in disgust, not at all, for even in his confused mind he could not avoid seeing how beautiful and shapely his mysterious host was. No what made him tremble inside were the images of his beloved Aunt, flooding into his sleepy mind, images of her being smothered and drowned in a film of polished black. He could hear her voice in his head calling, pleading, then there was just the silence and that pitiful moan of her muffled breath. He felt his heart tremble and his eyes water.
   Samantha Richmond looked at her young ward with real compassion, “Don’t worry Andrew, I am sure your aunt is safe and well”, she stepped closer and offered her hand. “Come along it is time you were prepared for your first day”.
  Andrew looked into her eyes, they were soft and caring. Nervously he took the offered hand and slipped from the bed and as he did all the images of his Aunt left his head, for in that moment he realised he was not only naked, but that he was now free of body hair, totally free.
   “It was easier to prepare your body whilst you slept”, Ms Richmond said sensing her wards surprise, “But don’t worry we’ll never have to do it again that nasty hair will never grow back”.
    Sharply Andy’s hand went to his head.
  “No we did not go that far, although we did remove the extensions to your hair. Madam dose not like cosmetic enhancements. But in time your own hair will grow and be enstyled”.
  “In time?”, Andy half asked, half thought.
  With no further explanation Ms Richmond led the trembling young man across the room and through into an adjoining room and there in the warm morning light he stopped and gasped. The rooms was bright and clean, a mixture of dressing room and studio, lined with mirrors and lights, it’s hi-tech theme out of keeping with the stately elegance of the bed room. However it was not the d├ęcor that made him gasp.
  Before him stood two equally beautiful young women, a few years older than he ,dressed in matching black Maids uniforms and polished high heels. Both dresses were spectacularly feminine and trimmed with masses of white lace frills. The hems of the stunning dresses, which were clearly fashioned from the same shiny material as adorned Ms Richmond,  were so short as to reveal almost every inch of the girls long shapely legs and floated on masses of white petticoatting. Whilst there neck lines plunged to display the girls deep cleavage to full stunning effect.
 Andrew felt his mouth dry and Ms Richmond felt his had tremble. “This is Rebecca and Emily. Rebecca, Emily, this is Andrew”.
   With a haughty, almost disdainful gaze, the girls remained silent.
 “Now girls, I want you to prepare Andrew for his first day, he is a little nervous so I want you to be extra gentle with him. Understood”.
   Again the two maids looked him up and down, their pouty lips, as glossy as there outfits, curled into knowing smile. This time there well tutored voices answered. “Very well Ms Richmond”.
  “Now do as you are told dear, Emily and Rebecca will take good care of you.

   Nervoulsy Andrew stepped back as the two stunning maids drew closer, there every step punctuated by the sharp click of their heels on the cool tiled floor.
  “He…hello”, was all the voice he could muster, not that it mattered, for he girls, cool and confident simply took his hand from there superiors and led him into the light.

Andrew did not exactly resist the two maids, but then again he did not assist, the last thing he really wanted at that moment was to be dressed as a girl. Not that he felt uncomfortable with his natural femininity, but he had only ever shared it with his beloved Aunt and she had only ever been the one to dress him. But now with his heart racing he knew he had no choice but to place himself in the hands of these two stunning maids.
  As they moved about him Andrew trembled as the maids shiny dresses brushed against his sensitive skin. “This is disgusting”, Rebecca said easing the silk panties from his body. “It’s latex for you from now on”.
Not that he heard her words for as the silk drifted away he saw in the mirror being angled opposite the body
“Don’t worry Andy”, Rebecca said softly, “you are going to love rubber”.
The ‘basics’ done the two maids took much fun helping him into a very tight pair of pink panties.
  little more than  a G string it completely flattened any sign of boy hood, whilst at the rear the glossy strip slotted between his buttocks parting them ever so slightly, emphasising there feminine curve, a curve that drew soft appreciative pats from both maids. Next came stockings, again pink rubber each maid taking time to work  the fine film up his long slim legs until they reached high on the thigh, there natural elasticity holding them in place left nothing to spoil the line of what had now become a pair of very shapely legs.
 Panties and stocking were all the under garments Andrew would wear and next to his surprise he found himself sitting  as with great skill one of the girls applied make up to his face, he blushed deeper than ever as the beautiful maid, her full breasts spilling from her tight bodice, complimented him on how pretty he was, that he had such kissable lips and dreamy eyes. Nothing was left out of place even his eyebrows were plucked, an action that made it clear to him this was no mere dressing up game, his new ultra feminine brows arched over his shaded eyes like  those of a cover girl. Cheeks were rouged and lips lined and painted, and painted , glossed and painted and glossed and glossed, turning them into deep plum red coloured fruit, juicy and wet.
 Whilst her companion had been at work the other maid had been busy slicking his short dark hair back and now his make up was complete she slipped silky wig in place. Styled into a cute red tinted pixie cut to frame his beautiful face perfectly it left Andrew looking in the mirror at a very sexy girl, totally unlike the glimpse of sweet emininity he had shared with his Aunt.
 Almost to bewildered to think Andrew stood and offered no hindrance to the  dress ,he obediently stepped into the skirt and allowed the rippling fabric it to be drawn up, it tightened at the waist and slipping his arms into the short puff sleeves the girls were able to draw the tight clinging bodice about his torso, the smooth latex moulding with out a wrinkle into his slim girly waist, easing the zipper up the back to be locked in place, the rubber tightened its embrace further, leaving the dress sleek and smooth its low scooped neckline and high hemmed skirt  frilled with lace. Next gloves, long shoulder length they over lapped inside the sleeves creating one smooth line from shoulder the fingertip. Nothing Andrew  had ever worn could have prepared him for what followed, the effect the, gleaming patent leather high heels  had on the shape of his feet was like nothing before his toes eased into narrow points, the supple leather arching round to cup the ankle and heel, from which stretched  6” rapier like spikes. And when he stood the effect  was even greater on his body, effectively turning him into her. For after a few wobbly moments he found a natural feminine grace ,a balance and as  the girls slipped the white rubber apron about his waist and the matching cap atop his head, Andrews posture changed, chest out, shoulders back, spine forming an elegant curve down to his newly offered bum, he now carried himself as a girl. Turning now before the mirror Andrew blushed both with embarrassment at being dressed as a girl, but also with the admiring giggles of the girls.
 He was still lost in shock when he felt the first cool mist settle on his body, the girls were spraying him with some sort of glossing agent. “Silicone”, Emily answered his surprised look,  “its like a polish, well more of a glaze, one thing you must remember is a maid must be shiny at all times”.
The girls took time to make sure every inch of there ward from the white cap to the tip of his toes shone with a deep liquid gloss, even under the hem of his skirt, the girls gently polishing the triangle that covered his bump until they produced a deep liquid gloss from the rubber and soft moans of excitement from between plum glossed lips.
  Moments after finishing Ms Richmond returned she took a few moments to inspect the beautiful new maid, complimenting the girls on there work. “Before you begin your training I have one last item for your uniform”, she held up a wide strip of leather a buckle and clasp on each end “Your collar, the symbol  of your position, you will wear it at all times.”
The two Maids held Andrews arms as she slipped the cool strip about his neck, closing it tight.
 “I don’t understand”, he said “Why are you doing this I’m not even a girl”,
 “ You need understand little , simply you are in the service of The mistress of Knightly manor a strict beautiful woman, the mistress we adore” she turned to leave once more, then stopped a smile on her lips “And I know your not a girl Andrew,  but the most beautiful Maids never are”,  She looked straight at the Rebecca and Emily , “are you”
“No miss” came their reply
 Andrews head span.”OH my!!!”

   It was all Andrew could do to listen to his instruction, the idea and image of the Rebecca and Emily as being boys as he was, was almost to much to believe, especially as he had let them touch him  polishing his panties in such a sensual manner.
 “I hope you a paying attention Andrew?” Samantha Richmond asked, her voice still soft and friendly “I expect you begin without mistake”.
 “Yes Ms Richmond”.
 “Good, at first you will work behind the scenes, you will lay table before the mistress and her guests sit, you will not serve her in any way until you have been fully trained, our mistress is loving and kind but her punishments are ……special if you are lucky she might confine you to the foot of her bed, enclosed in a rubber sack, or mummified from tip to toe in latex turned into a wriggling insect your only purpose to warm her bed, but if you are unlucky I have witnessed a girl transformed into a living statue encased in transparent plastic, fed through a tube, toileted by tube, solid, a mere ornament laid out displayed for all to see, immobile, humiliated ”.
 Andrew trembled “Why?”
 “Chips on Mercedes bumpers are very hard to cover up”
 “Oh my, what happened to her”
  Samantha Richmond paused, her eyes sparkled “I learned to adore my mistress more than ever”
 “No more, now training”.

 Andrew was put to work polishing the various sculptures and ornaments, in the main entrance hall, careful not to damage any and at the same time struggling with maintaining his balance  as his new heels skittered in the marble floor . Two statues attracted him his spine tingled life size women moulded in gleaming black plastic his mind raced could they be real women, he thought of his Aunt gently he drew his polishing cloth across the first, it was solid smooth he tried to take his mind off the idea, concentrating on not missing a speck of dust , if they were real there was nothing he could do.
  Time passed, he became used to the heels and in time they stopped hurting, but what he could not get used to was the constant pull of tight rubber across his back and the ripple of the rubber skirt as it brushed his bare buttocks and thighs its mere touch sending shivers up his spine.
 “1 hour”, Ms Richmond breezed passed, Andrew looked up “come with me”. Obeying with out question his heels clicking on the marble, the freshly feminised boy followed her through the large house, down a flight of deeply carpeted stairs and into a well lit spring scented dressing room. The door closing behind him and Andrew assumed the position taught to him earlier, head bowed, hands crossed in his lap, still.
 “ The mistress will be here In 1 hour”, she said and  as she spoke she lay out a second outfit, it matched the one she wore but some how seemed more severely formal, the young man wondered for a moment if he was to be redressed, no he was to remain in his ultra feminine uniform.
“You will help me dress”. Andrew hesitated unsure of what to do. “Buttons”, she prompted looking down at her blouse, the boy/maid began fumbling with the tiny buttons that lined the front of the white blouse, his latex sheathed fingers squeaking upon its surface.1 2 3 4 finally 5 and the blouse drifted down her arms, beneath she was naked her copper peaked, firm , full breasts gleaming with a film of sweat.
 “No time to stare now” she said smiling at his distraction, “skirt” , blushing Andrew went behind her, the zip was tiny drawing down no more than 3 inches, open Ms Richmond began to wriggle as he eased the smooth latex down, it was tight and left its place with a struggle finally shushing to the floor. Andrew gasp between her glazed buttock protruded a short tube.
 Ms Richmond smiled at his surprise expression gazed down over her shoulder and slowly bent forward deliberately exposing more of the tube as it disappeared up her bottom .
“Position Andrew”, it was more of a gentle prompt than an order and Andrew obeyed, finding himself only to willing to please this beautiful stranger he had met just 6 hours before.
  A new fresh  skirt replaced the discarded one, stretching even tighter than the other, it extended from waist to mid calf in one sleek skin tight film, The long sleeve, tailored blouse was also tighter, moulding her breasts to produce a spectacular deep cleavage, The buttons threatening to burst as the white latex  strained to contain its full bounty. Dressed, Ms Richmond turned in the mirror checking detail, for a brief moment to stopped and glanced at her attending maid, instantly he assumed position, “Good Girl”.she smiled
  Andrew was still so lost in the idea of being called a ‘good girl’ he did not react at first to her instructions to polish her outfit. But after a second sharper request he took up the silicone and remembering what had happened to him no more than a few hours ago, drew a deep lustre for the tightly stretched rubber outfit. “Very well done Andrew, I can see where to come for assistance in the future”. she turned back from the mirror and smiled, her maid was in position.
  Satisfied with her appearance  she turned her eye to him, lightly retouching his make up where it had smudged between her cheeks, “Your lips need a few coats of gloss but first I need to add a little something to your uniform first” so saying she opened a small box and removed an object and as she held it up before him he saw it was  a pink plastic ball some 3inches round from which hung twin straps. “This is a ball gag, I won’t hurt”, Andrew shied his head away in shock and surprise as he held it to his mouth..
 “Ms Richmond please no” he pleaded.
 “Andrew please”, her tone was no angry, her eyes  showed sadness, regret at what she was to do, “you don’t understand, you have never met the mistress before, so this is for your own good,” She slowly eased the gleaming ball closer “Please Andrew, for me. I don’t want any thing to happen to you, until you are ready”, the tenderness in her voice was real and with out a struggle he parted his glossy wet lips and allowed her to slip the ball in, he panicked slightly as it squeezed behind his perfect white teeth to settle on his tongue ,filling his mouth entirely, its  presence forcing him to draw breath through his nose. The straps closed tightly at the back of his head. “Dos it hurt?” she asked stroking his cheek, he shook his head, “good, you really are to sweet to hurt”, she sighed and to Andrews surprise gifted him two soft kisses ,one on his upper lip and one lower lip, before carefully applying fresh coats of glosser.

  ‘DING DING DING’ ,”The Assembly bell rang and from all over the house the maids and other servants gathered in the main hall. Apart from Rebecca and Emily there was a beautiful chef, smart in a gleaming white rubber tunic and hat ,she was flanked by her aids in short pale pink dresses with high collars closed by shiny gold buckles. Next to them appeared to be stable girls dresses in short black jackets, tight shiny jodhpurs and high boots and next to them 2 tall women dressing in short white tunics, there outfits simple, there make up and hair quite stunning, these were the mistresses personal beautitians Natasha and Giselle.  Also in the line up were some half dozen girls all dressed in smart business suits, with there immaculate hair and make up they could have come from any posh office, if it were not for the tell tale gleam of rubber. However, it was the 4 stunning women that took up position next to them that really caught his eye, Tall ,slim, with model figures these 4 were uniformed nurses, 3 in short pale blue latex outfits with belts and caps whilst the 4th was sheathed in a severe full length dress of gleaming red it hugged her throat and flowed tightly to the contours of he superb body down to her ankles, where from beneath its hem gleamed matching high heeled boots. The featureless dress was teamed with an ornate cap which boasted long ribbons down its back and tight finger moulding gloves. The woman oozed control, her dark eyes and red lips gleaming, she surveyed  the gathering with cool detachment. Before staring straight at him!.
   Andrew felt Ms Richmonds  hand on his arm, comfortingly soft. “position at all times now”.
At that moment the doors opened, Samantha felt him tense, the arrival of the mistress was always a flamboyant event  more so to such a new ‘employee’. First, striding confidently atop steel tipped heels came 4 stunningly uniformed beauties, Who, without a word, came to attention opposite the nervous boy. Their beautiful faces ,heavy lashed eyes full dripping glossy red lips made up to give them a uniform appearance ,a uniformity continued in there outfits,. Clearly military in design , these skin tight, steel grey, tunic style outfits boasted low cut necklines, highlighted by complimentary blue lapels, pull shut by a single zipper that ran the length of the gleaming latex down to its hem at mid thigh, where their gorgeous long legs. encased in polished thigh high boots, continued down to those gleaming heels. Completing the military image each wore officer style braided peaked caps, carrying the same crest design, which appeared on there uniforms upper arm and epaulets. Each carried a crop!
   Next came 3 more elegant girls their style of dress not unlike that of the maids, but subtly different denoting a their slightly different duties, the skirts were fuller, puffed up beneath by masses of white petticoats and there bodices tighter, heaving there full breasts onto pillows of gleaming deep purple  rubber, these beautiful girls with long flowing blonde hair  tied in ribbon, were the mistresses personal aids and they always led their Mistress.
  At the first click of her heels on the marble floor the gathered staff bowed, after a brief pause to survey her staff she regally proceeded,  Each of the stable girls and cooks dropped a curtsy as she passed none of them daring to raise their eyes ,She came to Ms Richmond.
  “Is every thing as I expect Samantha”, her voice was low rich French,
 “Yes Mistress, for your pleasure Mistress”, Andrew shivered slightly at the submissive tone of his new friend voice.
  “Good” she took one step, and stopped, now out of the corner of his eye Andrew could see her gleaming scarlet  boots, with there deadly needle heels. “Rebecca”, the girl jumped
  “Yes Mistress”. Her voice was filled with fear.
  “It is so nice to be back, I have; been looking forward to seeing you again, you did not imagine I would forget did you?”.
 “N…no mistress”.
 “What did I say before I left”, she paused awaiting an answer, “Come  along girl”, her voice lowered into a sinister hiss, “What am I going to do to you”. Andrew saw the tip of a crop slide up the girl leg, ‘VIP!’ the girl jumped, Andrew jumped.
 “Mistress”, Rebeccas voice failed “ mistress you….I am to be”, she gulped, “I am to be….entered into your gallery”,
 Andrew heart pounded in shock.
“Punishment for you, pleasure for me……..dear thing”.
  She moved on one more step and her scarlet heels came level with Andrew, he dropped the best curtsy he could, “our new arrival,” the crop tucked under his chin, “let me see”, she raised his face .
 For a moment the boy thought he would faint he was face to face with THE most beautiful woman he had ever seen in life or magazine, her deep red hair fell in perfect waves, framing  a face set with perfect features and deeply glossed scarlet lips, the same glossy colour that formed her skintight latex riding outfit, the jacket with black lapels and cuffs flowed into the matching skirt and stretched down to mid calf were it met those boots ,creating s single glossy uniform that adhered so precisely to every curve of her fabulous figure it appeared to be melted on. Andrews breath caught not just at her beauty but at her age. He had been expecting such reverence to be layed before an older woman and not the stunning teenage beauty which now stood before him.
  Her perfume filing his nostrils she silently surveyed him, her eyes narrow emerald slits ,lips glossy and red sealed in a deep pout, then slowly  a red glossed fingertip reached up to stroke the edges of the gag, softly she traced the corners of his lips before skimming through the film of saliva that coated the pink ball between.. To poor Andrew  this stunning womans eyes were the headlights to his rabbit ,  he stood transfix, hypnotised as, deliberately slowly, she parted her lips, their glossy coating peeling wetly back  to reveal perfect white teeth, a sensual red rimmed flower into which her finger tip slid, the scarlet petals closing moistly about its tip, relishing the taste of his saliva. Never had he seen such  sensual act as now she slowly drew the glistening wet ,scarlet enamelled finger tip from between her glossy lips and gently she drew it smoothly across his own moistening them, coating them in her wet saliva.
 “My gift”, she purred, “…very nice and now it seems you and your Auntie are both mine”.
  It was at that moment the young man noticed the figure beyond the mistress, Tears welled in the boys eyes as he took in the sight that slowly passed him, if a gasp could have left his gagged lips it would have and it would have been loud, for his beautiful, glamorous sophisticated Auntie, was sealed from tip to toe in a seamless,  skintight membrane of the glossiest  black latex rubber, its all embracing film moulding and emphasising her perfect body, transforming her into a living rubber doll..
“Sweet isn’t she, My little rubber doll”, the mistress sighed following Andrews eyes. “I know you will be a good girl”. She now looked straight into his eyes, “Won’t you Andrew, because after all, two rubber dollies might be twice the fun”
 The threat rang clearly in his ears. His tear filled eyes lowered, he nodded,
The rest of the inspection passed quickly and  before he knew it both Auntie and the mistress were gone.
 “You must obey”, Ms Richmond said, Rebecca shook her head but offered no further resistance as the nurses led her to the side stair way, her pleas for mercy fading away then lost behind a closing door.
  But Andrew hardly noticed, the shock of his aunt, almost too much to bare.......

to be continued.

New art for you.

Hi everyone,
 Here is a new piece of my art, in which poor Andy gets into a very sticky and sweaty situation. I do hope you like it.

Sunday, 8 July 2012

A new short story.... Wasted Dream

    Hi everyone.
Here is a new short story for you all. Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. Hope you enjoy

                                                              WASTED DREAM

    I have had a crush on my Auntie since I was a little boy, she was so lovely, i always look forward to my stays with her, Although she was in her late 40s she was very beautiful and was such a good laugh,  we always have fun. I also like visiting because her maid Jenna, oh she was so beautiful, she was about 20ish always smartly uniformed and liked getting me to help her about the house. I didn’t mind, she was great fun.
 However one day my Auntie was not very happy, Jenna was feeling unwell and had to stay in bed, not a great problem really but tonight was the night of the important party my auntie had been planning,
   “I don’t know what I’m going to do”, she said siting on Jennas bed. Jenna apologises again, Auntie smiles and took her hand, “don’t worry dear, it’s not your fault something will turn up”.
 “Perhaps Andrew would be maid for the day, to help out”, jenna said smiling at me.” After all you know all my duties”,
 My auntie looked at me and smiled,
 “Oh Andrew , would you?, I would be so grateful”, she said stroking my knee, I smiled and  nodded
 “Sure I don’t mind, if I will be of help”.
My Aunt took my hand and kissed it. “Oh thank you darling”, she said, “I know you will be wonderful, but we have no time to waste”, with that she leans over and kissed Jenna on the lips, “See you later dear”.
  We left Jenna to sleep and went down stairs and began my new duties, I knew where everything was kept, all the dusters and mops. I know where to put any washing and things and my doing that allowed Auntie to lay out the house and arrange the food and drink and by 2.00pm everything was laid out, the caterers preparing in the kitchen and the tables are set.
 “Oh look at the time”, she said “come along Andy we don’t want to be late”. I asked where to, “Jenna and I have an appointment at the beauty salon to have our hair, nails and make up done and as Jenna was ill I phoned Selina and she said she would love to help you instead”.
 I didn’t quite understand. “
 “help me?” I asked, “with what?”.
 “why with your Hair, Nails and make up of cause silly”, My auntie smiled and stroked my cheek, ,  “ Oh Andy, if you are going to be my Maid for the day, you do want to look your prettiest”, she kissed me “Don’t worry darling I know you will look gorgeous in your Maids uniform”.
 I was stunned, stunned into silence, dressed as a maid?, like a girl? Surely not, but my auntie was soon driving us into town and we pull up outside the salon. The sight of the pink draped windows returned my voice. “Auntie do I have to,?”.
  She turned to me, her smile was soft and red, her eyes green and warm.
 “Oh darling no not if you really don’t want to. It s just that this party was really important to me and I wanted everything to be perfect and I thought that if you were being maid for the day, you would want to look your prettiest for me”.
   I can felt the lump in my throat, she looked so sad, I don’t like to see it, I love her so much. I had said I would help.
 “I’m sorry Auntie, I would like to”. Oh my what have I done!
 Her smile said it all and in no time she was leading me through the door and into the scented feminine salon and the realisation of what was about to happen hits me and I felt myself tremble. As we waited I felt eyes on me, but soon we were greeted by a tall beautiful woman of auntie’s age, she was Selina the owner,
   “You must be Andrew”, she said with a smile, before taking my hand and leading me away to sit in the centre chair, a pink silk cape slips about my neck. “Your Auntie has told me all about you, how you are going to be her Maid”, she said, so everyone else in the salon can hear, “she told me you were standing in for Jenna and that you wanted to look really beautiful for her”, I felt myself blush. “Don’t be embarrassed Andy, I have had a few boys in here before, but they wanted to be made up for fancy dress parties and things, they just take it as fun, no, it is so nice to meet a boy who really wants to become beautiful and feminine”.
 I remember my stomach knotted.
 Without a second word Selina begins, I was eased forward over the basin and my hair was washed, oddly it was done 4 times, before I sit back, she towelled it first then begins to enstyle it, cutting it, swiftly and with great skill , my hair lifting from my face, it was combed and teased, parted and clipped, trimmed and brushed. Then  another girl sat beside me,
  “Hi Andy, I’m Becky I’m, just going to do your nails, this won’t hurt”, with that I felt her take my left  hand . I didn’t look, I felt worse. “You have lovely small hands”, have you ever had your nails painted before Andy”, she asked, I could not speak
   It took about an hour before both Becky and Selina were happy. I sat under the warm dryer as the older arranged her make up tray. I could not believe is was happening, I glanced down to my nails, Oh my!! they were now smooth ovals, longer than before and painted a deep glossy pink, they were girls hands, like Jennas.
  “Don’t your nails look sweet”, Selina said sitting close before me, “That Pink is such a sexy colour, I will paint your lips to match, it  will make them very beautiful.”, as she spoke she began to smooth a light cream over my face and neck. “You have such a good complexion Andy I’m using a light foundation”, she explained, “ but don’t worry I intend to really go to town on your eyes and lips”.
 It all happened like a dream, a weird helpless dream, I felt her  applying make up to my face, a dozen brushes, pads and pens, every now and then she stopped and gazed at me, I know I  was blushing, I was so embarrassed yet all the time she was saying how pretty was looking, I couldn’t be pretty, I was a boy . The final thing to be done were my lips, she took her time I felt the lipstick, it was smooth and creamy, like oil, like honey, she leant close as she carefully applied it, my lips become heavy.
“And this is called glosser”, she said, holding a small bottle and brush, “This will make your lips really shiny and girly, like a cover girl”. It felt even wetter than the lipstick which already  coated my lips. Two coats and she was gazing at me once more, then skilfully she unwraps the dry towel and after a few flicks with the brush steps back, her eyes said it all. My heart raced, I felt I would faint. I was gazing into the crystal blue eyes, of  an impossibly beautiful young girl. With full wet, glossy lips hanging in a cute bow of surprise, her sweet oval face was framed by deep red hair, bobbed into a sleek style about her cheeks. I could not believe my eyes, for they were her eyes, and they sparkled
 After a few moments lost in my ‘new’ face, I saw my Aunt approaching in the mirror, she looked stunning as ever her hair was freshly enstyled and her make up flawless, she can behind me, her eyes shining with excitement, her lips curling into a smile.
  I don’t remember much about the drive home, except for the strange feeling of the lip gloss on my lips, when ever I spoke I could feel them slipping and sticking, my Aunt told me if I put my lips together, I am pouting and that I should let them fall in to a natural  bow.
 On arriving back at her house my Auntie led me straight up stairs, “I can’t wait to see you in your maids uniform” she said. She led me passed Jennas room, stopping briefly to say she was back and into the well lit dressing room. Nervous beyond belief I let my Aunt undress me, being naked infront of her was less embarrassing than the visit to the salon, she sprayed a rich perfume over my body, I felt it settle, then leaving me to luxuriate in the scented air she opened the wardrobe , I recognised Jennas maids dresses instantly, the idea of being dressed in one made me sweat once more. She took her time, taking out first a deep pink one, “This matches you lips Andy”, she said, before returning it. Then it was a cute powder blue one, like a babies dress, all frill and lace, “No not blue, not for a new girl”, then she suddenly stopped and went to a second door, she opened it with a flurish. “Yes”, she said, “How could i have forgotten, this is what a sexy new maid would wear”, she drew out another pink dress, even brighter than the first. Frilled about the neck, cuffs and hem with white lace, it was a quite simple dress however ….it shone, it shone like nothing I had ever seen before, no not shone, ..glistened, yes glistened like oil, its smooth surface reflecting the rooms light like sun on water. She brought it to me, a look of total excitement on her face .She held it up to me and as she did the material brushed my naked body, I gasped and shank back, it was cool and so smooth. My Auntie giggled, “Don’t be silly darling, here”, she took my hand and lay the dress across, It was smooth, slippery, rippling through my fingers like thick glossy pink liquid….i could not believe it, the dress was made of  Rubber!!, A shiny pink rubber dress! I looked at my aunt she was looking at me, “I think you will look gorgeous in latex Andrew”
 The misting of scented silicone latex polish was the finishing touch, it left the clinging pink dress even glossier and shinier than before, turning its smooth pink surface into a deep mirror like glaze, “There”, my aunt says stepping back, “perfect”, she smiled at me and took my trembling hand, “are you ready?”.
No  I was not, I was gripped by mixed sensations, I dreaded to see what I looked like in my completely feminised state, but also needed to know. Everything felt so strange from the rich creaminess of my lips, to the clinging, stretching tightness of the thin rubber dress, hugging my body and chest as if I had been swallowed by a gleaming pink snake, the fine material stretching and squeaking with each nervous breath . She asked once more and I nodded .
Still a little unsure on my new 5 inch  heeled stilettos ,she led me before the full length mirror.  I was gazing at a truly stunning sight, a beautiful girl, tall in her high heels, dressed in a spectacularly sexy French maids uniform, which consisted of a gorgeous glossed pink rubber dress, trimmed with white frills, a gleaming white pinafore, also white frilled and tied at the centre of her back in a huge bow. Beneath the dress was a billowing mass of fou fou petticoating which raised the short skirt to reveal two very long, extremely shapely legs, sheathed in sheer, seamed silk stockings, legs that led teasingly downward to feet cradled in a pair of dangerously tall brilliant pink stiletto heeled court shoes., A beauty with the largest, bluest eyes I had ever seen and with the most perfect cherry pink lips, painted into a sweet tempting bow. Around her long slender neck she wore a simple pink latex collar, a sparkling diamond rings hung from her delicate ears, and on top of her  copper red hair was a sexy ,white lace maids cap.. I Gasped as I beheld my ultra feminine image, a vision of rubberised perfection, a beautiful doe eyed rubber maid, her slim body enveloped in a sweet cocoon of glistening latex, her pretty blue eyes widened with amazement,
“You look absolutely marvellous, Andy”, my aunt whispered, “I never imagined you would be this beautiful”.
 Nor had i
    It took a few minutes for me to recover my mind, in this short day I had gone from shy 16 year old boy to beautiful 16 year of girl, from trainers to stilettos, from denim jeans to glossy rubber dresses. It was so much.
 I remember her leading from the dressing room and without thinking I adopted a natural grace atop my heels, she took my hand as we went down the stairs and into the wide hall and there, to my shock, stood Jenna!, fully made up and immaculately uniformed, the look on her face said it all,
“Oh Andy you are so beautiful, but we knew you would be…….with a little help”.
 I looked at my Aunt she smiled. “What sort of Auntie would i be if I did not know my beloved nephews most  secret dreams and a lost dream is such a crime”, she stroked my cheek lovingly, “Its alright now darling, I knew you would have been to shy to ever admit to it. I also knew you would never let me down if I needed your help”.
 I gazed into her eyes, she was so lovely and I understood.
 Slowly she kissed me on the lips, lingering letting our lips gloss slip wetly together, my head span as they parted. My Aunt spoke.
“Now, listen darling. This is just the beginning, you see, I too have a secret dream, a dream to have a beautiful niece……..and I know you won’t let me down”.

And I never did…..would you have?

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Latex Barbie

Hi everyone
Sorry for not being about this week but i have been and for an hour
more am still visiting my lovely friends in Lyon and i need to thank
both Gi and P for welcoming my friend to their lives, you both are so
kind. I must also thank everyone we met on Saturday evening for your
being so generous and warm to my friend Sheila and myself.

Now these pics came my way and i had to take this oppotunity to share
them. We all know Barbie has a kinky side, but here she is flaunting
her figure in perfect on fashion latex.
In fact i wonder if her stunning gown inspired Cheryl Cole or visa versa.

Back soon with new art.