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

Sunday, 23 September 2012

Slick Sissies No 25

Hi everyone
 Here is a new piece of my own Art, once more featuring a poor young man transformed into a cute and helpless Maid.
   I hope you like it and to all of you who have asked if these covers could ever be turned into the real thing. I wish they could, I really do.

Bianca @ Westward bound

Hi everyone.
 Here is some good news for fans of Westward bound. The pics below are from Bianca Beauchamps Twitter and facebook accounts to promote her latest shoot her the wonderful fetish house. I do not know when the new brochure is out, but these were taken this week so hopefully not to long.
  The last shoot she did with them was amazing. But then again it takes someone as amazing as Bianca to show off such amazing fashions.
Hurry, hurry I can't wait.

And just in case you have not seen it, check out the video of the Montreal fashion show here.

At last. The return of Nancy Dell' Olio.

Hi everyone.
  Yes she is back. After laying low for a few weeks, the utterly gorgeous Nancy Dell'Olio returns with this stunning leather outfit worn this week to a London Fashion week event .
   Let's face it it takes confidence to go head to toe in leather these days especially at 51and I do not care what anyone thinks, she is one sexy woman.

Nancy Dell'Olio opts for all-black at the Palladium Visions Party in London


Party girl: Nancy decided against changing her outfits for the two parties, and hit both events in her all-black ensemble


Monday, 17 September 2012

Catwalk fetish

Hi everyone,
 Just wondered if anyone had missed this wonderful collaboration between Top fashion designer Oscar de la Renta and Mega fetish legends House of Harlot.
 They really show how it would be so easy to blend, classic chic with cutting edge fetish style. Wear that latex blouse to the office?. No problem.
 I won't go on but here are a couple of links to take you to both the story and the show itself on youtube.


Oscar de la Renta Spring Summer 2013 Collection at New York Fashion Week and featuring latex skirts, blouses and tops made for the show by House of Harlot. Photo Copyright Filippo Fior/ Gorunway.com

Oscar de la Renta Spring Summer 2013 Collection at New York Fashion Week and featuring latex skirts, blouses and tops made for the show by House of Harlot. Photo Copyright Filippo Fior/ Gorunway.com. Photo Copyright Filippo Fior/ Gorunway.com

Oscar de la Renta Spring Summer 2013 Collection at New York Fashion Week and featuring latex skirts, blouses and tops made for the show by House of Harlot. Photo Copyright Filippo Fior/ Gorunway.com. Photo Copyright Filippo Fior/ Gorunway.com

Knightley Manor part 5

  Hi everyone.  
    Sorry it has been a while coming, but i have had to piece this back together from a rather fractured file on an old disc. Anyway here is the next part of the strange world of Knightley Manor.
 I hope you like it,

The strange world
Knightley Manor
Part 5
Taking the Queen.

   The morning after the night before , was filled with the possibility of great embarrassment .All night Andrew had dreamt of, not his Aunt as he had done since there abduction, but of soft cherry lips, of there moist warmth and creamy texture, he tingled with dread at how he would react to seeing Emily that morning, how embarrassed he would feel at there kiss. But thought did not enter into it, the moment the beautiful girl, dressed in her glossy rubber uniform entered his room, his body reacted without prompting, he smiled and that knot returned to his stomach.
 Emily was fully made up and ready for her duties, her smart black latex uniform gleamed deeply in the morning sun as she drew back the curtains. “Good morning Andrew” she smiled her lips wet and glossy, “Time we were busy”.

 That morning Emily had asked if  Andrew might wear her cherry lipgloss as a treat. Ms Richmond at first was not to sure, saying it was not the colour for such a young girl, but Emily persuaded there  superior. Given permission she took great care in applying its thick creamy gloss to the boys full lips, filling them with rich deep liquid colour, over sealed with a sticky gloss, that turned them into rich wet cherry lips like her own, lips that now hung inches from his own, there wet gloss sealing them into a sulky pout that begged to be kissed. Andrew felt his heart race as her eyes met his, he felt nervous, unsure, totally in her control. Slowly her lips parted, there rich gloss peeling wetly apart, Andrew tensed closed his eyes awaited there touch. But it was not her lips that met his, but her tongue. It smoothed across his mouth, tasting his lips, Coating them with her saliva to further deepen their gloss.                  
  Her breath sweet and warm fell on his mouth, “ I can’t wait”.  She Sighed

An hour later , two beautiful Maids were busy dusting the stairways. their identical black rubber uniforms reflecting the morning sun in there deep gloss surface. Not that it was only there uniforms that reflected the light, two pairs of wet lips sparkled with deep matching gloss that matched that of there outfits in both depth and shine, in fact the only distinguishing thing between them was the glossy ball gag, framed by Andrews red lips..
  And now it became clear to Andrew that they really were just Maids, in as much as they were basically ignored by all who passed them by, be it one of the mistresses guards or one of her ‘office’ staff in there smart rubber business suits. No none seemed to notice them, in any other world, two boys made up into beautiful girls, uniformed in shiny black rubber Maids dresses, would have seamed very odd, but here, well, they were just Maids and that was how they spent their day, dusting cleaning, running errands as Maids.
 Three times they were pulled aside by Ms Richmond, twice for inspection when Andrew was found to have small smears on the sleeve and bodice and once for Emily talking. All of which brought them a stiff telling off and a reminder what would happen if the mistress had caught them.
  The third time, after Ms Richmond had departed, Emily placed her hand on his arm in comfort, “Don’t worry Andrew”, she breathed softly, “she’s only doing her job. You’ll see, later she will be all smiles again”.
 He replied with a nod.
 “We Maids have got to stick together”, she smiled, paused and then to Andrews surprise lent close and touched her glossy lips to the gag. “Don’t we”.
   “Maids should be stuck together in a sack”. Suddenly the young beauties jumped and turned red faced to the 3 women who stood behind them in the door way. Dressed in skin tight glossy black rubber pants, boots and tunics they were instantly recognisable as 3 of the mistresses guard. Each carrying a riding crop, they entered gracefully atop needle heels, circling them like predatory black cats eyeing there pray. “Maids should learn to put there tongues to better use”.
 Instantly Emily dropped to her knees and adorned the speakers boots with kisses.
 “Oh no” said the others “perhaps we could give private lessons and show them there true position”.
 “I do believe there is a good film on tonight”. They exchanged sly looks, “You will be our guests tonight in our quarters, dress appropriately you will be sent for at 10pm”. It was hardly an invitation more an order, but as the 3 swept down the hall it was an invitation they knew they had to except.
  “Don’t worry everything will be fine”, Emily placed her lips to Andrews, just as the door to there room opened.
  “Well, two dirty little maids having fun together”, one said pointing her dangerous crop to where Andrews hand still rested on Emilys thigh .
 “It is time you two pretty Maids were  put to better use”,
 “Emily?!”, Andrew jumped and for a moment resisted as the gorgeous guard, swiftly snatched their wrists and drew them to their feet. In an instant the vinyl collars and leads were about  throats and wrists cuffed behind backs.
 The 3 gorgeous guards led Emily and Andrew, dressed only in delicate translucent night gowns, from the comfort and ‘safety’ of their room through the darkened, silent house and down into the ornate and opulent surroundings of the guard quarters. Decorated in deep reds and gold’s and strung with curtains and banners of shiny rainbow rubber the room felt rich with the atmosphere of this bizarre world.
    “Please Veronique”, Emily pleaded as they were led through the doorway and into a large semi dark room, the air rich with the aroma of hot rubber and perfume, “Veronique, don’t stripe us, please Andrew is so young”
 The tallest, brunette smiled, her deep red lips glistening in the half light, “You had better stop that Maid, you do not want to tire your tongue to soon” . At that moment Emily was silenced for she recognised the skeletal frames to which they were led. Two ‘Queening chairs’ , in front of which stood 2 more guards, these two beauties wore the uniform of the mistresses personal attendants, tunics that scooped low to displays full breasts were matched with tiny mini skirts and thigh high boots all made of deep burgundy rubber, highlighted by gold piping.
 “What is going to happen?”, Andrew whispered ,his voice a tremble.
 “We are going to be Queened” Emily replied as they were placed before the two women, “They will put us in those frames and….”.
 “That is enough of that”, Veronique snapped, “We don’t want to spoil the surprise”.
 There lips glowing with the same rich gloss that fashioned their uniforms, The two women eyed there night attired captives with pouty smiles. “Aren’t they cute”, one said stroking her crop across Emilys arm, “I really don’t know which one to choose”.
 “If you don’t mind, I’ll take Emily”, said the other taking her lead, “All I want is a good cream, besides I know how much you like the first time”.
 “You are so right Rachel”. Her deep green eyes locked onto Andrews and slowly drew down to his lips, “Beautiful”.
 Never before had Andrew been put into true bondage but, despite his best efforts, In double quick time both Emily and he were  bent into a Z shape, their arms and legs bound to the frame  whilst heads, tilted back were secured up through the circular cut out in the chairs seat, a position that made there mouths hang helplessly open into sensual feminine pouts.
  Forced to gaze straight upwards Andrew, could only hear the sounds of the TV coming to life, he could not see the image and only vaguely heard the sound, if he had been able to see he would have recognised the beautiful woman  entering the boutique, her perfect legs clad in skin tight burgundy leather, he would have witnessed her capture and rubber journey, but all he was  aware of now was nothing but the sensation of complete immobility and the sound of approaching heels.
 Looking up he saw the two women move above them .He gazed up long legs and onto shiny buttocks , then, together ,both reached round and drew those tiny skirts up to reveal there naked sexes and sat. Andrews cry of shock was instantly muffled by a soft wet purse of hot liquid flesh as the womans sex settled on his face. For a few moments she shifted about, whether deliberately squishing her sex across his face or simply seeking to gain a comfortable position the effect was the same, Andrew face became an instant slick of thick rich syrup. For a brief moment she rose, though face and sex remained conjoined by thick oily tendrils, before once more lowering consuming Andrew in darkness. This time she found her place and Andrew beautiful face was smothered in the deep cleft between her buttocks, whilst his mouth was completely overlapped with musk flesh. His nose pressed into her secret star, fought for life giving air, an air which came to his lungs thick with moisture and womanhood. He sensed her relax, the pressure increased and to his greater shock felt her wet lips spreading wider and wider, totally covering his open mouth and nose. He panicked, he would suffocate, he drew deeply fluid filled his mouth making him swallow which made him gasp, which made him draw deeper, filing his mouth making him swallow, making him gasp, he drew deep……
  The woman caught her breath, her eyes hooded and she  relaxed.
 Sealed within a dark world of hot fluid flesh, both Andrew and Emily struggled and fought for breath as, greatly excited by the video film they were enjoying, there ‘queens’ rubbed and squished their wet sexes into and across their faces, smothering them in a viscous film of rich, hot ,sex syrup. Every so often one or both women would rise from her seat to reveal the beautiful come coated features of their living pillows, allowing, for a brief moment, the two captives to gasp and suck in air before once again swallowing them between their buttocks with a wet squelch wriggling three bottoms deeper and deeper onto there faces, causing more and more waves of thick syrup to stream down over them.
  Neither Andrew nor Emily could tell how long they had spent in that hot liquefied world but finally both women rose from there seats for the last time, their wet slits and buttocks literally sucking free from the film of come that connected them to the ‘pillows’ .
 “Well done Emily, as thorough as ever”, a flushed Rachel said smoothing her shiny skirt across her buttocks with trembling hands, “You seemed to be having fun Veronique”.
 The other woman was red in the face, a broad smile on her burgundy lips, “Not at all, Rachel, I had to do all the work”, she stroked her crop through the cum on Andrew cheek, “next time I expect a little tongue work from you my dear or I will be giving you a present”.
 The two dominant bitches turned away and ordered the other guards to release them, gently the pair straightened from their enforced positions, instinctively Andrew reached up one finger to his face, skimming it through the thick mask that enveloped his features, an action that brought a sharp crack from Veroniques crop.
 “How dare you show such in gratitude, perhaps a lesson in humility”, the queen bitch flounced into a high backed chair, crossing her rubber clad thighs, “ clean each other”.
  The other women in the room swiftly gathered taking seats and places to form a circle about the two come coated cuties, eager to watch the show.
  Her voice silenced behind cum sealed lips Emily took Andrews trembling hand and with cum coated eyes, sort to calm and direct his movements. Gently she drew him closer until there syrup masked faces were inches apart. Slowly she parted her lips, for a moment the thick cum formed a glossy transparent membrane between them, before bursting wetly  like a childs soap bubble, to send a stream of white syrup dribbling down her chin . Her tongue free now of it sticky prison, slowly snaked out, its length already smothered in cream, hovered for a moment a breath from Andrews face, before ever so softly , like a cat with her kitten she  began to lick him clean.
  She took long smooth drafts of his soft cheek drawing in the thick cream swallowing it down, before returning for more and as her cats tongue worked she felt her kitten purr. After a moment Andrews lips parted, sealed as hers behind a film of cum she rimmed those soft petals before pressing in through. As with hers a stream of cum dribbled from his mouth , but now she had access to the cream pot. Emilys tongue darted in and out gathering the stringy fluid into her mouth, seeking out every nook and crease of Andrew mouth and tongue, and as she did the boys own tongue worked back. Beginning to gain the taste of the rich oily jelly, Andrew lapped it back as Emily, swallowing it down  feeling it stream, warm and creamy down his throat.
  How long it took, I don’t think anyone could tell, both performers and audience were so lost in the erotic show not to care, but finally with one last lick of each others lips both Maids rested, their eyes locked together knowing ,understanding what they had just shared.

  Strangely silent the guards led the beautiful pair back to their room, it was almost as if these dominant women had witnessed something that had completely stunned them and it had not only stunned them for the two Maids safe once more in there room were also silent, but now few words were needed between them It was as if they had crossed a border one had only hoped and the other had never dreamt.
  “This was my first nightdress”, Emily sighed running her finger across the smooth latex, “It really makes you look beautiful”. The gowns glossy folds rippling down to just below Andrews hips. It was a very short cute dress made of  translucent pink latex and highlighted with ribbons and bows, teamed with matching glossy pink  panties and stockings Emily had completed the outfit with shiny pink high heels fashioned from transparent plastic. “I’m sorry I did not mean to..to stare”. She  blushed deeply, realising she had let eyes linger in the mirror, “its just you are gorgeous, really you are the most beautiful…..”, she stopped, “I’m sorry”.
 “Don’t be”, Andrew smiled taking her hand and drawing her to sit beside him, he paused lost in thought, “May I ask you…about”, he struggled for the words,
 “Don’t worry Andrew”, she smiled and stroked his hand, “I know what you want to know”, she took a breath. “Yes I am a boy, my name is,sorry, was Robin”, she drifted in thought for a moment, “Robin, I haven’t said that in a long time, seems funny now”. She smiled and took his  hand, placing it in her rubber covered lap.
 “That’s just it I can’t believe some one so….”, he  halted himself realising what he was about to say.
Emily stroked his hand, “so what, Andrew?”.
He blushed again, lowering his eyes coyly, “so …so..beautiful”.
Emily glowed with delight and thanked him for his compliment, “ That’s just it, you see I’m not an ordinary boy”, she took a breath, summoning the words as if they were difficult to hear, “I am a feminised boy.”. she thought for a moment, her fingers stroking the back of Andrews hand, “The mistress once explained to me that all boys and girls are very much a mixture of masculine and feminine, some more masculine ,boys, other more feminine ,girls, however before a certain age it is possible to completely erase the weaker masculine side and replace it with a second side of  femininity, this is called feminisation. That doesn’t mean I have been turned into a girl, not at all, I am still a boy, although feminisation has”, she paused, “erased, all the masculine parts of my personality and nature, aggression, competitiveness, wilfulness , and accentuated the softer feminine side, making me passively compliant, submissive, willing to become whom ever I am required to be and so fueled by this total femininity of nature the body undergoes its own feminisation , allowing a girlish figure to  bloom whilst diminishing the boyish parts. I am a feminised boy, pure femininity”
 Andrew had found his eyes glued to her..his…no her mouth, her lips seaming to move in an almost hypnotic flow of pouting gloss and smile as she spoke and it took a few moments silence to draw them back to her eyes, he blushed. “P..pure femininity?..but what about…I mean are you…. completely”, there was no way Andrew could form complete sentences with Emily smiling at him, “Don’t you mind?”
  Emilys smile widened, “Oh how sweet, you really are adorable Andrew”, she began once more to play with his fingers, stroking them, caressing them, running them softly along the latex that fashioned her night gown, not as young and childish as Andrews Emilys night gown was full length and low necked to display her bountiful breasts, the gown also boasted a thigh high slit, into which she eased his hand, she felt him tremble on her rubber stocking thigh. “No I don’t mind, not now, but I remember Robin did, he got such a shock when he was first forced to wear girls clothing, but by the time Robin became Emily he was happy to leave the past behind and surrender to femininity, to its pleasures and delights”, her eyes never left his as she eased his fingers onto the edge of her panties, he offered no resistance , lost as he was in her voice and lips, lips that edged closer and closer, parting wetly to display her perfect white teeth. “As will Andrew”. Gloss on gloss, cream to cream, their wet red lips embraced.
   The night drifted by  Andrew surrendered himself to the touch of his new Friend,  it did not matter, boy, girl, both or neither Emily had the softest gentlest touch he had ever felt, not even the warm embrace of his beloved Aunt Penelope produced such a deep sensation of excitement and comfort. The two, cuddling close, warmed the latex that clothed and sheeted them until it clung to there bodies like a liquid glaze, bonding them together all  night long, until the warm sun spread across there bed and they were woken by the soft touch of the smiling Ms Richmond .

To be continued

Friday, 14 September 2012

New art

Hi everyone,
     Goodness I hope you all had less of a stress filled day than I have had. Anyway a promise is a promise and I did say I would have another piece of art for you by the end of the week and here it is. I quite like this one and I hope you do to. Back into those tiny dresses again.
 Thanks for stopping by.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Caption time

Hi everyone
Sorry i did not post anything over last weekend, but i was visiting my
gorgeous friends back in France. A totally wonderful time.
XXXX to all.
Anyway enough of that, above are 2 little caption pieces i created
recently. Hope you like them. I have a new piece of Maid themed art
for the end of the week, all being well and some other bits and bobs.
Please keep tuned and i will reply to your supet comments as soon as possible.
Oh and Ps.
Hello Rachel and Hollie.

Sunday, 2 September 2012

New art with thanks.

Hi everyone.
 Thank you helping with the Jean Bardot pics i very much appreciate it. You are very kind. So here is a new piece of art to say thank you.

A old story for you.

Hi everyone,
  Here is an old story, well oldish, story of mine which some of you may have read elsewhere, but as this is meant to be the home of all my bits and bobs I thought it was time to post it here.
 You may recognise the lead characters name. However this is not a sequel nor a prequel, but more like a "sidequel"..
 Hope you enjoy.

By Andy.latex
(Dedicated to all those sexy older women)

 The beautiful young woman looked into the carriage, for a moment she clearly thought of entering, she looked at the sole occupant quizzically, a stunning woman with dark eyes and auburn hair, who wore a uniform and cradled a suitcase beside her, but there was no movement of greeting. The young woman, no more than 21, maybe even in her late teens, looked nervously about for a moment then to Jane’s relief she passed by.
  Jane Fullerton-Jones had searched the entire train for an empty carriage, it was bad enough having to travel by train with out having the bother of sharing, after all, that was why she had spent so much on a 1st class ticket.
 It would be a long trip home, but she had earned her 2 weeks off. Jane looked down at the two gold rings on the cuff of her jacket, she smiled proudly. She had been 20 years as an air stewardess and now had finally been confirmed as senior cabin attendant.
  20 years,  she thought, Not that she looked it or felt it, in fact she attributed her perfect figure, long toned legs, flat stomach and slim waist to her constant attention to her passengers, and if it were not for the faint telltale lines about her gorgeous dark brown eyes, she could pass for a woman half her age. She had smiled once more to herself, remembering her first day, ‘23 years old with the world to explore’.
  She sat back and relaxed, Peace and quiet had been all she wanted, peace and quiet, but now there was also another reason she wished to be alone. She smiled naughtily to herself and after a moment, slid her fined out from under her case. She could guess why her mystery visitor had looked so nervous. It was a magazine the like of which she had never seen before.
    It was one of those rubber fetish magazines, the cover bore the letters, F F F in bright red and gold and pictured a girl, or at least what she took for a girl, who was completely enclosed from crown to toe in a featureless, skin tight shiny red suit.
   The caption beneath explained it all ‘RUBBER DOLLS’.
   She stared down in astonishment, unsure if the image is real or not, after all in this digital age anything is possible. However any doubts are removed once she turned the cover, inside was a second image, like the first and under are the words, COVERGIRL, JULIA,
“God, That is so weird”, she thought dwelling on the words, not that a girl wearing rubber was weird, after all, a few years ago, she had squeezed herself into those really tight shiny PVC pants that were all the fashion, but this extreme fetish thing? No, there was something weird about it. Curious, Jane raised the magazine to look closer. The rubber suit fitted the girl perfectly, surely to perfectly, right down to the details about her face, her lips and eyes all were clearly moulded in the shiny red material. “Nah, that’s fake”, she whispered to no one, shook her head and smiled, “Real fake”.
 She snapped out of her thoughts as, for a moment, a figure passed the door to the carriage, only to carry on down the train. Jane’s heart pounded, bloody hell, she thought, it was be so embarrassing to be caught looking at such a magazine, yet before her heart slowed, she could not help but return to turning the pages.
 Words and images passed her eyes, then she found something that nearly made her gasp aloud.
‘VACUMN PACKED FOR TRANPORTATION’. It read  and showed, what appeared to her, to be a girl wrapped up like a piece of supermarket meat, her superb body perfectly moulded inside a film of glossy transparent rubber, stretched within a rectangular frame, the only blemish being revealed in the close up of her beautiful face, where, about her nose, can be seen a fine pattern of tiny holes. Jane examined the image again, The picture looked real.
    She flipped the page, only to instantly turn back; she stared for a moment and shifted in her seat. Very real.
 Over the next page, she found more ‘fake’ pictures of the cover girl, sealed in her impossibly tight suit of red rubber. Each image showed her either, tied up with robe, or chain, or in one she appeared to be stretched out on a medieval rack. Jane turned the page once more, That’s better she thought. It showed a collection of beautiful girls modelling rubber and PVC fashions, each outfit seeming to shine like glass as is stretched tightly about the models bodies. She stared at the picture for a long while, wondering to herself how they ever got into such tight outfits. She flicked once more and smiled. Under the banner CELEBWATCH was her favourite picture of Cheryl Cole in her skin-tight latex leggings, it was the one taken slightly from behind, which shows the latex moulding her perfect bum into polished globes. Beside it are a few of Paris Hilton, a few of girls she didn’t know and one of Kelly Brook in a pink rubber dress. She looked back at the picture of Cheryl Cole and for a moment dreamed of cupping the girls cute bum in her hands, she smiled to herself, ‘god’, she thought, ‘I’m old enough to be her mum’, (who said older women weren’t aloud to have a secret crush), she laughed and suddenly realised the train had stopped at a station.
 She slid the magazine out of sight once more and prayed to be left alone. A few people passed by, one began to slide the door, her heart sank, but then once more it closed. She waited, then slowly the train moved off, she shifted once more, for a moment she thought of leaving the magazine where it is, but she knew she wanted to see more.
  After a quick look down the corridor, Jane sat back and once more flicked the pages. She paused for a moment at Cheryl Cole, then found more fashion shots, a few adds for things she had never seen before and finally came to a stop at a collection of pictures which showed a stunning red head being, ‘forcibly’ wrapped from top to toe in creamy white rubber bandages.  The pictures were really clear and showed the model acting more and more terrified as with each image she was tightly encased, until in the final shot she was left tightly mummified with only her terror filled eyes to be seen.
 Strangely a shiver passed down Jane’s spine, there was something about these images, something in the idea of being so helplessly trapped. She quickly flipped the page and to her dismay found the images continues, only this time the girls’ tormentors seemed to be painting the latex with a clear glaze, sealing the bandages into on seamless cocoon. Jane’s stared, she felt her stomach knot. ‘The girl is totally helpless’, she thought, ‘God that’s horrible’.
 To clear the image from her mind she swiftly flipped the page back, to Cheryl Cole, or where she used to be at least. For to her surprise she now found not the beautiful pop star in latex, but a piece of fiction. Confused, she flicked the pages again and to her astonishment found no pictures at all, only this one piece of work entitled ‘YOUR STORY’.

“The black car drifted anonymously through the busy city streets”, she read, “ no one paid any attention to its movements or to its 3 passengers, and why would they, none of the had witnessed anything strange. However if they had looked in they might have thought differently, two beautiful women sitting either side of a young woman, her face hidden beneath a polished latex hood. But no one looked, no one saw a thing and no one bothered when the car turned into the underground carpark of the chrome and glass tower…”

Jane turned the page and read another brief fragment,

“…. Steel and chrome, glass and marble, the lift rose through floor after floor each one the same as the last…”

 Again she turned the pages, not really reading just scanning, the story was all description, Blah Blah Blah, she flickered a few pages on,

“…As they worked, the light reflected on the nurses green latex uniforms like sun on the ripples of a lake and soon the trembling girl was naked but for a pair of dangerously high heels, next her ankles were bound together and her arms tied down to her side…”

  Jane shook her head, she had never liked bondage, it was that helplessness thing again and at her age she was to independently minded to imagine such a thing. She flicked a few more pages in a bored fashion

“…Once the catheter was in place…”

What? Jane stopped and looked back, unsure of what she had read,.

“…Once the catheter was in place the nurses took care in sliding the wide plug gently up the girls lubricated bum, making her wriggle and writhe in their arms…”

 Jane read it again,

“…Once the catheter was in place the nurses took care in sliding the wide plug gently up the girls lubricated bum, making her wriggle and writhe in their arms…”

 ‘God what goes on in some peoples heads’, she thought. Suddenly the train raced across the points and the magazine fell to the floor, Quickly She picked it up, it would be her luck that, that would be the moment a vicar or even a nun would walk in a catch her. She smiled at the idea and for a few minutes let the magazine rest under her case.
Another station came and went one more and she would have to make that rush over the bridge to get her connection.
 She looked down, the edge of the magazine was poking out, ‘Alright she thought’, and slipped it out and were it had fallen the pages fell open. She scanned down the page and stopped. She took up the magazine and stared.

“…With her weight now taken by the cunningly designed collar she was swung out over the vat. She could feel the warm moist air rising to mingle with the sweat, which covered her body, the arm of warm rubber filing her head. There was a long pause, and then with a jolt she began to descend. Emma’s heart leapt into her throat. “Please no!” she gasped as she felt the heels of her shoes touch the surface of the liquid latex, the thick fluid momentarily resisted there progress before parting and drawing them in. The desperate girl felt her heart would burst from her chest as slowly she began to sink into the glossy black liquid. The rubber was warm, not hot and it clawed and flowed into every crease and dimple of her superb body, smothering, enveloping.
  The terrified girl now began to plead with her unseen captors, “Please, I’m sorry, I made a mistake, please don’t do this to me!” but her decent was relentless, she wriggled and writhed but her progress could not be denied.
 She felt the smooth liquid flow over the plain of her stomach then up to the swell of her breasts, which bobbed on the surface for a moment before swiftly being consumed. The black gaze then flowed up her chest and shoulders and finally settled about her neck.
  For a moment the mechanism stopped, Emma, her head swimming with the rubber rich air, half begged and half prayed for release, but with a faint click her descent continued. “Oh God No!” she cried suddenly realising she was to be completely submerged, “No, No ple…” she took one last desperate gulp of air and closed her eyes, as the latex, warm and smooth covered her head and she slipped from sight.
 For a moment the surface rippled, but swiftly it once more became still and mirror smooth and but for the ticking of the mechanism the chamber was still and silent, but within the vat, Emma cried out in terror, her lungs clinging on to there precious load.
  Tick, tick, tick, seconds counted steady and true.
 Tick, tick, tick, but within the latex they passed so slowly.
 Tick, tick, tick, 20 seconds.
 Tick, tick, tick, 40 seconds.
 Tick, tick, tick, 50 seconds, 50 seconds, count them, and think of poor Emma.
 Tick, tick, tick, 60 seconds.
 Tick, tick CLICK ……………..
   The winch moved, Emma felt herself move, her head pounded, she felt herself rising, she felt the surface tension of the latex stretch and part and her glistening black body slick and smooth slide through. She rose quicker than she had descend and once more the surface of the vat became still, it’s smoothness broken only by the sensual curl of excess latex rippling down her body like slow black treacle.
  Sensing herself free of the cloying liquid the terrified girl forced her mouth open wide in search of the air her lungs so desperately needed, but the latex had already begun to dry and the thin membrane of latex simply stretched between her lips, denying her any mercy…”
Jane shifted in her seat and realised her heart was pounding. She looked out of the window for a second, clearing her head, but she quickly looked back.

  “…It took a moment or two for the flow of latex to cease, but after what seemed like an eternity to the suffocating girl, the winch swung her away and lowered her until she felt her weight taken by her dagger like heels. Once settled, the arms which had connected to her collar quickly clicked free and whilst the still wet latex flowed to fill any blemish they had left a third chrome arm, tipped with a small cup lowered onto the top of her head to support her securely and silently upright.
  Emma stretch now in her bonds, It had been minutes now, she could feel the blood in her ears pounding making her head fit to burst. Then suddenly it happened, her last breath exploded from her lungs and, for a moment, the latex sealing her mouth ballooned slightly, before snapping back forcing the stale air back into her body. Emma panicked now, her body tensed, her heart raced. She was going to die, she felt her head swim and drift. Then suddenly there was air, not much only a faint mist passing down her nose, but it was air and she drank it gladly down into her body and breathed.
  Smoothly the arm retracted, taking with it the needles, which had formed the pattern of fine holes about her nostrils. With a hiss it settled into is cradle and with it a stillness settled over the chamber, the silence broken only by the faint sensual creak of latex stretching across the captive girls breast with each laboured breath.
  For a while she remained still, drinking in as much air as she could, feeling the pounding in her head die away. Then nervously she slightly turned her shoulders, feeling the latex stretch with her, then she rotated her hips and bum, again the thin coating clung and creaked. then slowly she stretched her hand away from her body , moving it just clear of her thigh before it snapped back, sending ripples through her seamless latex coating .Her heart pounded The realisation of her total helplessness, suddenly rushed around her head.
‘Oh god…they’ve …they’ve…mummified me, in Rubber!’
She let out a desperate cry, but to any one beyond the glistening latex prison is was little more than a pitiful moan.
  But the chamber was not finished with Emma Knightley just yet.
 Within her cocoon the girl was unaware of the twin curved panels which lowered around her. However in a few moments she was aware of the warmth coming from the hundreds of lamps the panels contained and as they slowly grew in intensity she became aware of there effect on her latex prison…It was shrinking! tightening about her, moulding into every curve and detail of her body.
  But this was no gradual sensual tightening, this was a near instant constriction that forced the air from Emmas lungs and a stream of terror induced pee to rush from the catheter pipe and pool at her feet.
 Emmas breath came now in short sharp pants her…”

“This is Victoria, this is Victoria London, all change”.
Jane looked up; the train had already pulled in to the station. Knowing she only had a few minutes to make her cross city link, she grabbed up her case. For a moment she thought of putting the magazine in her coat, but stopped and told herself she did not really want it, after all she had found the story quite unsettling, so why bother. She looked at the cover again and tossed it under the seat and made for the exit. However at the door she stopped, stopped, thought and turned back. She looked at the magazine through the window, she should take it with her, what if a kid found it? No she had to take it. She took up the magazine, it had fallen open.

“…The second coat of glaze dried across Emmas mummified body, making it glisten wetly under the lights…”

Jane looked at her watch, and she would have time. She sat back down.
  She flicked the pages, searching for where she had left it, she looked at her watch, she had time,

“…lowered into the tube…” she read, “…air feeds…the delivery label said Paris France…”

but as she flicked she could not find the exact spot. I could read it on the other train, she thought, but what if I’m not alone, I could wait till I got home, that could be hours, Once more she turned to her watch, Maybe 5 minutes. She did not know why, but she knew she had to read and so flicked to the last page.

“…No I expect the documents signed this week”, she turned her pen in her well manicured fingers, “no those properties are very important to me, I…one minute I have another call”, she flicked the exchange with the tip of her pen. “Veronique Bellucci…Ah Caroline, hello my dear”, she rose elegantly from her desk, smoothed her skin-tight latex pencil skirt and strode atop needle like heels back into the grand entrance hall, “…yes she arrived his very morning…. No she is gorgeous”.
Once more she let her eyes drift over the stunning vision in the centre of he marble hallway, her blue eyes travelled over the polished surface taking in every feminine curve and angle, before lingering on each perfectly defined detail. The fingernails, the pert nipples, the cute navel and the soft down of her pubic nest…”

 Jane felt her heart pounding, she glanced to her watch, but did not really see it.

“…She trailed one finger tip down the tightly mummified girls spine, letting it settle at the start of the valley which separated her buttocks into perfect twin globes. “ No I realised immediately she was from you by the exquisite gift-wrapping, I’ve never seen anything like it, so tight, I thought at first she was made of glass”. She watched the reflection of her hand as it drifted round her body and onto the flat of her stomach. “No not yet, I’ll keep her fresh until I have decided what to do with her and besides, I am having that dinner party tonight…. Yes that’s it and can you imagine a more striking centre piece for my table…no, no one will suspect, who would believe she were a real girl”, she looked closely into the motionless face, even the fine holes at her nose were barely visible, “she is just too perfect… “, she blew softly onto Emmas lips, “too perfect”.
 She stepped back, admiring her immaculately made up face in the polished curve of the girls’ breast, “now I hope you did not spend too much money, I know what you are like at these auctions…. Oh that is sweet of you honey, thank you, now don’t worry…oh bother! my other line is going crazy, Now don’t worry dear I promise I will let you know what I intend to do with her…oh you can guarantee that honey…. Bye Bye.
  She drew a fingertip around Emmas perfectly moulded nipple feeling the girl within tremble at her touch, “Oh you can Guarantee that”, she purred.

                                                                     THIS STORY HAS JUST BEGUN….

For second Jane sat in shock, her heart was pounding and her mouth dry, she had found the story totally unsettling, even frightening yet, and she now felt strangely cheated of an ending. However she had no time to dwell on it, for with a bump the train began to move. Grabbing everything and including the magazine she ran for the exit, just stepping off as the train began to roll.
 “Nearly”, the station porter said with a grin as Jane fell into him, the magazine falling to the floor. For a moment they both stared at it, she thought of denying ever seeing it before and walking away but with a glowing blush picked it up and stuffing it into her coat made for the gate.

  As she watched the connecting train disappear down the line Jane cursed herself and the magazine under her breath. Now she was stuffed. How could she have let something so stupid mess up her plan. She sighed and turned towards the far exit and began weaving her way through the crowds of people and out to was she knew the taxi rank was. If she could get across town quick enough she might still have a chance.
The station forecourt was very busy.
“Could you take me to charring cross station please”, she said looking in through he window of the first cab, “ I’ve got to get there in a hurry”,
 The cabby put is paper aside and waved her in.
“Excuse me, Jane Fullerton-Jones?”.
Jane turned to the tall smartly dressed man who had addressed her, he smiled warmly. “Yes”.
 “Oh spot on, please your car is waiting, may I take your bag?” The mystery man picked up her case and directed her across the forecourt.
“Sorry, I…. Who are you”, she looked him up and down, placing her hand on her case, “I did not order a car?”.
“It was hired for your friend, Ms Brook to take you home Ms Fullerton-Jones”.
“But I was, going…I’m on the train”
The man smiled; “She said you were bound to miss your connection so she and the girls hired you a special car as way of congratulations for your promotion…Please?” he turned.
 Jane smiled, “Oh how sweet”, she said, “that typical of Lucy, thank you”.
“ Do you want me or not?” ,Jane turned it was the cabby, a frustrated look on his face.
“Oh no thank you, It seems I’ve got an upgrade”. She said with an almost excited giggle. “Thank you anyway”.
  She followed the driver through the crowd and around the traffic. “How long have you been waiting”, she asked. She paused for a moment at one of the litter bins, took out the magazine and rolling it up opened the bin lid, it was locked, SECURITY SEALED, read the label, she looked at the magazine in her hand and smiled, “looks like I’m stuck with you”, she sighed.
 “Not long Miss, your friends gave me a very good description of you”. He said with a soft laugh.
     Jane picked up her step to catch him up, “Oh yes, I bet, what was it?” She replied with mock anger, “Hard faced task master, easy to spot”.
   “No, no miss. They said, she will be the most beautiful woman on the forecourt”, he looked her in the eyes, “Easy”, Jane felt her stomach flutter and could not help but smile,  “Ah here we are”, He approached the black stretch Mercedes, unlocking with a flick of the remote.
What’s your name?” she asked, with a smile. As he opened door for her.
“Rubber, Miss”.
Jane stopped short, “I’m sorry, did…did you say Rubber?”
The man looked sideways at her and grinned.
The flutter in Jane’s stomach suddenly turned into a knot, she looked at the black car, then at the driver, her mind raced, recalling the opening lines of the story, she shook her head, dispelling the silly thoughts,
   “ No Miss, Rubier, It is French, I am from Paris”.
    She stopped and for along moment looked at him and then stepped back, this was crazy, insane, but that feeling in her stomach was to strong to ignore, the one that says turn left and not right.
   “Please miss”, the man said, gesturing her to step into the black car, “We must hurry”.
Her heart pounding, Jane slowly picked up her case and with her eyes fixed on him, began to back away. “No”, she said, “I…. I’ll get a cab…. Thank you”, she said,
   “But Miss Fullerton-jones, everything is prepared, you must come”.
   “No, no thank you, I’d be happier on the train”. She glanced behind her and waved for the passing cab to stop. It pulled in at her back.
   “Where to Miss?”. The driver asked.
   “Charring cross”, Jane said and with her eyes still on the mystery man she stepped backwards into the cab.
   The black cab pulled away and as it did she saw the man slip a phone from his pocket.
    “Are you OK Miss” the cabby asked, “You look a bit flustered, That bloke not trying it on was he?”
    Jane shook her head, “No, no thank you, I’m fine”. She slumped back in the seat, her heart racing ten to the dozen.
    For the next 5 minutes the cab made its way, stopping and starting, through the rush hour traffic and in that time Jane’s’ heart began to slow, her mind cleared and she cursed herself once more, for becoming so stupid over a silly story. The looked from the window as he streets rolled by and was just relaxing when her mobile phone went off making her start. She fumbled in her coat; her hand brushing over the magazine which still occupied the inside pocket. She flipped the phone case. NO NUMBER. The screen read, slowly she opened it. “Hello?”.
   “Jane where are you now”.
   “Who is this?”.
   “Its me you silly bimbo, Lucy”,
   Jane sighed, “Lucy, oh Lucy its not your number, I’m sorry”.
   “No it’s gone all weird again, can you hear me?, over”.
   “Yes yes of cause I can, I’m in a black cab,”, Jane paused and took a breath, “Lucy? Did you…”
   “Yes I did order you that car, I’ve just had Rubier on the phone, said you had a freak out or something”.
Jane laughed almost hysterical with relief, “ No, no I’m fine, it was nothing, I’m sorry I messed it up it was real kind of you,”
  “Oh no, You don’t get off that easy girl, he was not cheap, so I told him to meet you at Charring and he’ll take you from there and…”
Jane shook her phone. “Hello, Hello?” she flipped the case and slid it back into her coat, her hand coming to rest on the magazine, she laughed to herself. “Do you mind it I put something in your bin here?” she asked
“No love, that’s what its for”, the driver said in a light tone, but as he saw her take the magazine from her pocket he quickly added, “sorry love, please keep your ticket with you”.
 Jane looked at him, “sorry?”
“Your ticket love, they will need it”,
  At that moment the cab door opened and to Jane’s surprise two tall women stepped in. The first sat opposite her and the other to her side. “Excuse me, this cab is taken”, she said, but the women, both dressed in chic and classic business suits, made no move to exit and the cab moved on. “Cabby?, stop here please, let these ladies…”
  “You have your ticket”. The woman opposite her asked her voice low and calm.
“What do you mean?” Jane’s eyes danced from woman to woman
“You have your Ticket.” The woman said again, stretching out her hand.
 Jane looked down at the magazine hanging limply in her hand. “It’s not mine”, she said offering it to the woman. I found it”.
“Thank you”, she said, opening it, “You have read this”.
 “Wh..What do you mean?”
“You have read it?”
Jane felt her heart begin to pound, she shifted back in her seat, “ Ye…yes, but like I said it’s not mine I found it, on the train”.
“Of cause you did, Miss Kinghtley, those were your instructions”.
“No no I really found it, it was…” Jane stopped, her heart leapt into her throat, “…Miss Knightley? Miss, what’s it?, Emma…Emma Kninghtley…the story!..”.
“I trust you are happy with how your journey will begin and I hope the continuation will forfill your desires and may I thank you for booking your fantasy gap year with, Fetish Fantasy Forfillment.”
“No…No!” Jane literally backed up onto the seat, pressing herself into the back of the cab.
“John, take us to the tower please”. The black cab turned off the main road.
“No no” Jane screamed, as the women drew closer, “your wrong, your wrong, I’m …NOT!” For an instant Jane saw the gleam of polished latex flash before her eyes, but before she could react her beautiful face and auburn hair had vanished into the skin tight hood, its lubricated interior allowing it to slide smoothing into place, blindfolding and gagging her in one fluid movement”.

 The black car drifted anonymously through the busy city streets, no one paid any attention to its movements or to its 3 passengers, and why would they, none of the had witnessed anything strange. However if they had looked in they might have thought differently, two beautiful women sitting either side of a young woman, her face hidden beneath a polished latex hood. But no one looked a one saw a thing and no one bothered when the car turned into the underground car-park of the chrome and glass tower.
 No one that was, but for the beauty in the hood, the beauty, who in her near muted and darkened world, silently screamed at the fate she knew was about to befall her.

                                                      The Holy Grail.