The strange world
of
Knightley Manor
By
Andy.Latex
Part 4
Punishment.
Andrew awoke from his deep sleep, the warm milk had done its job and he awoke fresh and relaxed, well as relaxed as a Boy dressed as a girl who had just spent the night snuggled under latex sheets, his head resting on scented rubber pillows.
A few minutes after waking Emily entered dressed in her maids uniform. She explained Ms Richmond had been summoned to the Mistress and that she would help him dress This made him a little nervous, not that he disliked Emily she was very nice, it was the knowledge that deep down this beautiful girl with flowing blonde hair, slim waist, long legs and a full bust, was really a boy like he.
Still her touch as soft and kind and in no time Andrew was showered and Emily was putting the final coat of gloss on his lips. Just then Ms Richmond entered, the maid stood to position as did he despite wearing only rubber panties and stockings.
“Emily, lay out the punishment uniform”, she instructed in her cool tone,
The maid curtsied “All of it?”
“Yes Emily, all”.
Andrew began to shiver, “Punishment? What has Emily done?”
“Not Emily”, she sighed “you”, Ms Richmond sat on the bed, bidding him to come beside her, a rubber sleeved arm wrapping about his waist. “The Mistress, took an early inspection, foot prints in the hall”, Andrews stomach knotted, “Do you remember what I told you last night, the mistress dose not know you”
“ You don’t mean”, Andrew gasped his mind racing with the images she had planted the night before , she felt him tremble.
“Don’t worry, I have taken the blame”, her eyes lowered , “I explained I took you away from the duty and did not inspect your work, so the Mistress will punish me”.
Andrew slumped, “What will she do..”.
“What she dose to me is no concern of yours darling, what you need to know is that now I must punish you,”
So saying she took the now trembling boy/girl through to the dressing room,Emily stood to position “all I s ready Ms Richmond, may I stay and help”, she asked
“No Emily dear, run along and begin your duties” Samantha replied, leading Andrew in, “I don’t want to loose you like I have Rebecca”, she added with a loving smile. The Maid gifted her a smile and deep curtsy in return and left them alone the room.
“It is not surposed to be comfortable, after all it is a punishment out fit”
Andrews last breath left his body as Ms Richmond drew the clasp one more stop, “I ..I cant b..breath”, he whispered, “It s too tight”.
“Tight?”, she touched the back of the corset, running one finger down its length from shoulder blades to just above his buttocks, “I can assure you Andrew this is quite slack, another 2 or 3 clasps would begin to be tight, still its not bad for an untrained waist”, she smiled, slowly turning the now fully uniformed boy/girl towards her, "Mmmm, you do look cute all parcelled up , can you walk?”
He stumbled into her arms, ”Of cause not”, he stammered still trying to adjust his breathing, “It s all to tight”.
The reason for his restriction was due to the gleaming black rubber maxi skirted maid s dress that sheathed him tightly from throat to ankle, its all consuming embrace squeezing his rubber stockinged legs into one shapely feminine column, that, added to the ridiculously high heeled court shoes strapped to his feet, made standing an adventure let alone movement. But move he would have to and after 30 minutes of instruction in how to swing his hips and take girly mincing steps Andrew found himself able to move with quite a bit of elegance. It had taken almost an hour to get him dressed this far, stockings and panties were already in place, but the dress, with its high neck, long sleeves and skin tight skirt took a great deal of work to stretch it on, indeed after 15 minutes both Andrew and his dresser streamed with sweat, Ms Richmond regretting her choice of shiny white latex blouse, emerald green latex knee length skirt, matching 4 buttoned jacket, black stockings and high heels, wishing she were still in her whispy transparent nightdress. Finally the skirt had snapped into place about his ankles. This was complimented by long matching gloves with overlapped up to the elbow, and of cause that corset, fashioned from black moulded rubber its seams and panels highlighted by white, it was a classic corset, deep and strong hooking up the front and lacing down the back it shaped him into a perfect hourglass of femininity.
Adding the frilled apron to the look Andrew was now clearly a maid once more. “Perfect” she said admiring her work “now one last thing”, Andrew sighed and opened his mouth. “No not the gag, you won’t be needing that”. From the side table she took up what appeared to be a soft bag, made as ever from shiny latex Andrew froze.. a hood !. his mind raced back to his abduction, to his Aunt.
“No please Ms Richmond”, he begged
But his words were no use even on her soft tender heart, “No Andrew it is part of your punishment”. She held it up for him to place his head inside, he did not, “Do not disobey me Maid”, her tone darkened, “You are so lucky the Mistress is kind, that my punishment will be gentle, your punishment would not have been”. She held the rubber taut, he could see nothing but darkness within its glistening mouth, the look in her eye made it clear. Quickly his pretty face and head were swallowed within the hood, the rubber, slippery and smooth, stretching and moulding tightly to every contour of his feminine features whilst forcing his lips together in a clearly defined pout, effectively gagging him.
Andrew could see through small pin holes and breath by the same at his nostrils, but these details were so small it appeared his head was one seamless film, the head of a rubber doll.
“Now I’m a little worried that after a while you might panic and try to remove the hood”, he felt her playing with the neck of the hood, stretching it, smoothing, “So I have run a bead of rubber cement about its neck and that of the dress”. Her words were heard through muffled latex drummed ears, but stunned him none the less, she was gluing the hood on!!, her hands were about his throat, smoothing the join until it vanishing into one, “there its not permanent, but you won’t be able to remove it yourself”, she completed her work with a deep posture collar which raised his chin, holding his head still.
Sweat, terror filled sweat streamed down his body, or it would have had there been any space between rubber and skin for it to run, the feeling of total enclosure was almost to horrific, it was only the movement in his arms and that hip wriggling walk that let him feel human still, whilst beyond the latex film, outside the world that was filled with nothing but the smell and sound of squeaking stretching rubber, Ms Richmond began gently polishing, misting the enveloping film in silicone before buffing it into the gloss only rubber could produce. She stood back and smiled. Punishment could be such fun.
It would be a long day for the new rubber maid, a long hot day. Ms Richmond having had to report to the mistress had placed him into the care of Emily, who took the opportunity to boss him about with relish and kindness, never forgetting that light duties such as polishing and dusting became quite hard, sealed inside a sticky hot latex outfit..
It was late in the afternoon, the rest of the chateaus ladies had taken much enjoyment from witnessing Andrews rubber packaged punishment. So many times he had stumbled into one or other of them and each time they gently eased him upright and whispered to him how sweet he was and what they would love to do with his beautiful young body.
“Not long now Andrew,You are doing really well”, Emily whispered her lips close to his rubber muffled ears, “ all the other girls have been looking at you all day”, suddenly she broke off, touching his arm she whispered , “the mistress”.
Andrew glanced up, she was accompanied by Ms Richmond, her beautiful face flushed and rose cheeked , her long black rubber skirt brushed Emily softly as she passed.
“Andrew”, Ms Richmond said in an authoritative tone. “come”,
The feminised boy nervously rose and with his needle like heels slipping on the floor which he had spent the last hour polishing and the skin tight, full length skirt gripping round his ankles, followed both women down the ornate corridor and though into a large gallery . He took up position.
As best he could with his head lowered, he raised his eyes and through the collection of pin holes in the hood studied the mistress. Dressed this time in skin tight red PVC, the well fitted jacket perfectly complimenting the skin tight pants and matching knee high boots, in both colour and depth of shine,. Her lips glossed to match, hung in a pout of pure disdain as ,even through the film of rubber, her eyes found his. she demanded respect. He looked down.
“You will not need that”,
A moment later and much to his relief Ms Richmond wiped a clear fluid about the neck of the hood and in one movement peeled it away, revealing the still immaculately made up young beauty within, he revelled in the air of the air on his cheeks.
“You have been very naughty”, the young Mistress said, “However it seams you have taken your punishment to Ms Richonds satisfaction” ,her voice was low and smooth like warm treacle, it flowed into his ears making his brain swim in her accent , “but before I dismiss you and you Ms Richmond”, she glanced at the flushed woman at her side, “you will perform one last service”.
“Y…yes Mistress”, his nervous voice barely a whisper
“ I have a new piece in my collection and it needs a special polishing”, she said stroking one finger along his shining wet lips, “and you my sweet sticky Maid will provide it”.
“Yes mistress”,
She smiled triumphantly “Come”.
With supreme grace she led them through the gallery, the walls lined with paintings and plinths supporting delicately carved statues could not distracted his eyes from, what to him, was the most stunning sight in the room, her red glazed buttocks and long legs. These exquisite works of nature out shone anything man could produce, but the work they came before was even more stunning than they.
Andrews shiny wet lips parted in a silent gasp, “Aunty Penny!” he cried out without a thought. “Oh no!! no”, he instinctively reached out one hand, his fingers squeaked across the plastic surface of his Aunts coating, making her struggle against her bonds. But the Plastic, smooth and tight, would not allow her such freedom and instantly snapped her back into place, vibrating in the frame like a drum.
Ms Richmond knowing her own duties snapped him a silencing glare and ordered him back into position. For a moment he silently pleaded with her ,but with a dismissive shake of her head, he obeyed.
To the beautiful boy the mistress did not even register his dismay, she remained cool and totally dismissive of his words, but inside, she allowed herself a triumphant smile, revelling in his shock, letting his emotions fuel her with a deeper passion for cruelty. “This piece will, I amsure, become one of my favourites”, she purred, stroking her hand down the plastic filmed beauty, “it really is Quite lovely, but there is a total lack of depth to the gloss”. She turned to Ms Richmond, who continued the instruction.
“You will begin at the base Andrew, working up, polishing every surface until you can see your pretty face in them is that clear?”. The boy paused for a moment then nodded, “Is that clear?”. She repeated demanding a reply.
“Yes Ms Richmond”, he sighed and with his Aunts plastic lensed eyes following him, tentatively stepped close and knelt. He took up the bottle of polish and soft cloth he had brought with him.
At that moment he felt the mistresses crop tap on his shoulder. “Tongue and lips”. Poor Andrew did not know what to say or do, what did she mean. He felt the crop on the back of his head easing him down until his face rested on the plastic filmed top of her right foot, She stared down at him her eyes hooded and hot, “tongue and lips…special polish”. He felt his stomach turn, now he knew.
For a long moment he could not move, he just stared first at his aunts shiny foot, then glanced across to the mistresses polished red boots and back, he could see every detail of the high heels, there open toes revealing her pink painted toe nails, he trembled it was his colour, the one she had got him to apply to her toes when they were in the hotel. The crop tapped his head and ,embarrassed and ashamed of what he was about to do ,closed his eyes .slowly parted his glossy red lips and began to lick. The cool smoothness of the plastic beneath his tongue made him shiver, not only with the sensations he was feeling but with the idea of being sealed within such an unforgiving membrane, to be so helpless. He fought to stay calm.
“Lips”, the mistress prompted with a tap, “Not just tongue”. The kneeling maid boy took a deep breath and began to adorn the plastic sealed feet in soft baby kisses in between long saliva wet licks of his tongue, coating the surface with a deep liquid gloss. “Good”, the mistress said stroking the tip of her crop through his hair as his head bobbed up and down, “Good you will continue until the piece is totally shiny, miss nothing because I assure you ,any imperfections will result in a punishment”, her tone lowered “and my nurses are so eager to meet you.”. With that she turned and the sound of her heels disappeared into the distance.
No crease curve or dimple was left untouched. As under the instruction of Ms Richmond, he became more intimate with her body than anyone before. He felt the muscles of her body tighten within there vinyl prison as he gently and sensually adorned her entire body with the gloss of his lips and the juice of his tongue. No detail was left, from the pillowy hills of her perfect breasts, their copper peaks stiffening and stretching the smooth film to its limit under it tongues touch, to the dark secret jewel hidden between her soft smooth buttocks ,the tight vinyl moulding and opening that warm moist cave, he felt the muscles pout as his tongue rimmed its inner lip, nothing was left unadorned, even the soft wet, vinyl sealed lips of her sex.
Moist and liquid beneath the vinyl film, Andrews Aunts flower bubbled and brimmed with nectar, its rich thick cream flowing and oozing between skin and plastic, turning her sex into a beautiful and bizarre work of art. Andrew could feel the tender lips and flesh quiver under his delicate touch and when, under instruction, he enclosed the perfectly plastic moulded nib of her clit in his lips, he felt her tremble and heralded by a deep tremulous moan from her life giving tube, her sex became liquid. Strictly contained within the all enveloping skin tight vinyl skin, the tension of her release coursed back through her every nerve, causing a perpetual reaction which made her entire body vibrate beneath his lips as he kissed and licked it into a deep gloss .
Then moving up, standing trembling on his heels he Traversed the slim hollow of his aunts throat and Finally reached her face, licking and kissing her cheeks, ears chin and nose, he applied that deep gloss of his lips to her beautiful features, smooth and doll like now beneath the shiny skin the only emotion was visible in her eyes and in those half closed heavy lidded eyes Andrew saw just one thing, his heart pounded.. he saw excitement!.
The whole duty had taken an age, it had gotten dark outside before Ms Richmond had become satisfied that no deeper shine could be extracted from his Aunts plastic skinned body. And with his task complete she led him back through the now quiet house, she said nothing to him until they were in there r quarters .
“Oh I was so worried about you”, Emily said skipping over to them, her beautiful full body exquisitely adorned in a transparent latex nightdress, that highlighted her very feminine contours, “I feared the mistress was taking you to the cli…”.
Ms Richmond silenced the girl with a look, “Now now Emily”, she said, “Andrews had a hard evenings work, “I think you should greet him nicely”.
Emily smiled, “oh yes”. She beamed
“just relax Andrew”.
With a gleam in her beautiful brown eyes the young maid stepped nearer to him, she took his hand in hers and to his surprise drew him close, they were the same height in there heels and Emily’s glossy cherry lips found his with ease. For a moment Andrew could not catch his breath, Emily’s kiss was soft and tender, her lips wet and cherry flavoured lingering on his, fuelling his body with a strange warmth and his head with confusion…for it knew this beautiful girl, with lips so soft wet and creamy, was a boy … then why did he tingle at there touch? why didn’t he pull away? .
In a daze ,the taste of Emilys lips on his ,Andrews tight uniform was pealed wettly layer by layer from his body. Washed and powdered as if he were a baby, he was slipped into an identical nightdress and prepared for bed.
At her request Emily gave Andrew his warm sweet milk, its creamy texture felt so comforting as it filled his body with a sense of security. “All gone”, the beautiful girl said dabbing the corner of his pink mouth, “That’s better, makes you all sleepy and relaxed”, her words were softly spoken like a nanny or aunt as gently she eased him back into the embrace of the latex bed. “Sleep tight she whispered placing her lips once more to his, her fingers stroking his cheek, “You really are very beautiful Andrew”.
Sleep did not come easily that night , the look in his aunts eyes and the taste of Emilys lips filled his head with mixed emotions, was he shocked at his Aunts excitement, or at his acceptance of Emilys kiss, was he happy, why did he feel so safe. He licked his lips, cherry, Emilys taste, he licked them again.
To be continued
K.K : Well when Chanel asked me to do the third series of commercials for Mademoiselle I was delighted. The first two had been such fun to do, they are very creative team and so I said yes almost there and then.
K.K: In a word hot, In two words F**king hot. The trial run with House of Harlot was nothing to getting under the studio lights in those outfits. I mean F**k me I was sweating like a horse. The outfit we shot in the white tiled room was so hot I could feel the sweat tricking into some very naughty. I think I was under the lights for 2 hours and in the outfit for maybe a hour before with dressing and polishing. Polishing there is the weirdest part of all, you wriggle your way in to these outfits, get them all lined up and comfy and then someone takes another 20minutes or so spraying you with polish and buffing you up and can I ask you a question. Why can’t they just polish the parts the camera sees?
K.K: Oh that was in the House of Harlot business suit. We could have done it in the studio and matted the image over the background but Adam wanted it “live”. So it was a few weeks after the Paris shoot we met back at HARLOT, but the problem is, Adam wanted a distinct London look, everyday, normal London, rain, bus, all that. So we got the rain no problem, a basic London street no problem, a London Bus…..Oh F**k. The bus route did not run past the shop so we could not just nip out into the street and shoot and nip back in. We had to go to the end of the road. So we got the bus timetable, right one very 5 minutes no worries. Got everything ready, which means me and when we got a call from Louise on the corner we would rush out to the end of the road, “snap snap” back in. Call comes “Go Go”, we all come out of the shop, me freshly polished, with a Mac covering the dress and run to the end of the road, just as a bus passes. S**T!. Do we go back?, do we stay?. You can’t trust the London timetable so we just waited……and waited….and waited. Then when one finally came we slipped the Mac off here we go…… and the Bus stops just short of us.
S.S.S: So there is Oscar nominated actress Keira Knightley standing on a damp street, wearing House of Harlot Latex, with a bus full of passengers looking down at you.