Welcome

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

Monday, 12 November 2018

New art: I Really Do

Hi Everyone
  Ok so I have changed my mind. 
  I poured so much into this, in such a short time (3 nights) and I am so happy with it, that there is no way I can restrain myself from publishing this until next week, which was my original plan.
  I could not choose how to present this little tale ,so I went for mini animation and single frame.
  I will leave you to watch it before explaining at the bottom of the video.
Enjoy
XXX
PS please watch the video before scrolling to the picture. I uploaded one to youtube and one directly to the blog the first is far better quality.


                                    





Hello again.
 Hope you liked it, I was full of romantic emotions and thinking so fondly of a lost love that the story took on a different track to the "usual" embarrassment I had envisaged. 
   It fits in to the story of Andy and Will before the "In The Mall" story i shared earlier. That is because in that, we see Andys thoughts of Will, however this would be the first time he had openly articulated them. 
  It also shows Aunt Jane at her most loving, yes she has once again tricked and persuaded her beloved nephew into femininity, but here she is just a gentle loving Aunt, who understands her nephews emotions and is actually guiding him in the direction he secretly wishes to follow. This however does not diminish his utter embarrassment at his impending unveiling as the Hermione of the group, in what is a rather naughty version of a Hogwarts uniform. 
  Also in this, we get our very first glimpse of Williams Mother and I think you will agree she is very much a match for Andy's Aunt Jane.
   I know it is all a bit silly but I felt so much creating this and the final frame of Andy's smile, it has actually become very special.
XXXX
Andy






Guest Art: Shadoman

Hi Everyone
Its going to be a crazy week so please bear with me.I have finished some very special art and a small accompanying video presentation, which I shall post soon, plus quite a backlog of art too, both Sci-fi Andy and Andy and Aunt Jane. So plenty to come, just maybe not this week. Please forgive me.
   However not crazy enough to stop me sharing a little art from one of our friends. The work of Shadoman has been one of those constant joy to stumble across on the odd surfing spree and so today I bring you just a few samples of Shadoman's super work which he kindly sent to me. Plus a very special and mush appreciated digital rendering of Andy and Aunt Jane.
 If you would like to see and know more
http://amazingtransformationcomics.com/
XXX
Andy





Tuesday, 6 November 2018

New Art. Pretty in Pink

Hi Everyone
  I was in a jam this week, I did not know whether to post my latest piece or a piece i made a few weeks ago. One is a bit edgy and the other classic Aunt Jane and Andy.
 So I decided to go with the classic because we have not seen Andy in Uniform for a while and I quite like this little pink dress and heels and I think It is so simple a story, just a piece of every day life for Andy in the early days of Aunt Janes loving reign. 
 I think there is very little to explain. Jane is in her commanding element, whilst Andy is nervously tugging at his tiny skirt and contemplating yet another embarrassing encounter, all the sexy usuals.
  I hope you like this little slice of daily life in Latex.
XXX
Andy


Sunday, 4 November 2018

Sunday night with Christeen


Hi Everyone
   So I'm sitting here watching Doctor Who, with a small glass of wine, having finished a new piece of art and if i ain't careful I'm going to have an early night.
  That all leads me to apologise for not being about this week, but anyone else out there in Retail will know "Hey It's Christmas" and I have been sorting and planning like mad over 2 stores, almost 90 Kilometres apart and quite frankly I'm knackered.
 And we're back in the room.
    I love these new works by Christeen, the very best in a long line of brilliance. I adore the first, it has such a very naughty twinkle and as for the last, that is genius and such fun.
 I am sure you will all enjoy.
 XXXX
Glass finished, time for another....heck people it was only a small one.
XXXX






Monday, 29 October 2018

New Art: Andy's Happy Halloween

Hi Everyone
   New art time and this time I have actually hit the holiday on the head, or very nearly. I could have waited until the 31st but that would have been silly. Besides it gives my lovely friends a chance to see it before then.
  As promised we return to Andy's normal, everyday and eternally embarrassing life with his loving and beloved Aunt Jane and as Halloween is a time for dressing up and all the local boys and girls are out trick or treating, it gives Aunt Jane the excuse (not that she needs one) to show off her sweetly compliant Nephew to the rest of the neighborhood. Naturally Aunt Jane became the wicked Witch, and what kind of witch would not be accompanied by her loyal black cat.
   I see this fitting in to the bigger story at an early point.Whilst he is permanently feminised at home, she is still teasing Andy out and only revealing him to other people when there is a good excuse such as this, leaving his friends still unsure as to what is going on.
 I must admit to being rather proud of Andy's make up, I really wanted to go to town and paint his pretty face in a sexy feline way as opposed to just applying a mask.I think I got it good.
  Also you might note this is a bit of a crossover, mixing Andy's, life in a quiet Sussex town with the atmosphere of a classic American Trick or Treat evening, but what the heck it all works and for those away from Britain's shores, Sussex is the county on the south coast of England where I live.
  Enough chit chat, hope you like it.
Big Hugs
XXX
Andy


Saturday, 27 October 2018

Katy Perry In Pink Latex? What's not to like.

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Editors Note, (That's me folks)
Neither  of which, in true Daily Mail style, are nothing like the Vex Dress

Hi Everyone, 
  Sorry for the slightly back to front opening there, We seemed to go straight into the action with a direct reproduction of how Britain's Daily Mail reported the story of Katy Perry stepping out in Latex.

At least this time is was the correct material, they do love to call Latex PVC, I think it is less terrifyingly Kinky than to admit they know about Latex!!!! shhhhhh .

  Anyway, we at Smoothslicknshiny towers have no such issues and it is here that I, as your editor, will reveal a kinky little personal like. I like to see the normal things of life performed whilst a person is wearing latex, there is something, so real about it. Just to illustrate this here are a couple of pics of Katy, doing the mundane act of putting her seat-belt on, whilst sitting in a car.
 (OOOooooo I know I'm weird, tell me something I don't know) 
XXXX
Andy

Ps
I love the fact that Katy has kept her hair short, lot's of ladies immediately re-grow their hair after such a serious cut, but Katy just looks gorgeous as ever.
XXX 





I know, it was all a cheap excuse to show the gorgeous Katy Perry in Latex,
hell it is my blog.
XXX


Thursday, 25 October 2018

Christeen at the Weekend

Hi Everyone
It's the weekend and what better way to relax than with some super new art  from Christeen
XXXX
Andy






A short Vignette from a friend.

Hi Everyone
  As you know I am more than happy to share the thoughts and talents of our friends here on my blog and so with that in mind I would like to present a little piece by our friend Stevie. I have not edited or influenced it in any way and in some respects it deviates from the vision I have of Andys universe, but rather like RubberH's stories anything is possible in an infinite universe. This is all Stevie's work.
 Over to you Stevie.

Hello Everyone.
I have composed a short vignette concerning the aftermath to Andy’s 25th century encounter with the Space Squids.




                      After the Battle
                   By Sweet Sissy Stevie

Earthside Leave
        Perfect Make-up
Andy newly promoted
Pampering at the Savoy
Incredible Ceremonial Uniforms
Passing out Parade
Aunt Jane

It was Andy’s first Earthside leave since the “incident” with the Space Squids. Andy had received a lot of publicity when his role in the battle was reported especially his comment that he had been most relieved that his perfect make-up had not been spoiled by his ordeal although his pink uniform and boots had been ruined by the vile liquid that the Space Squids shot out. He had held them off until reinforcements had come up and they had scuttled back into deep space. He had been mentioned in despatches and been promoted to 1st Lieutenant and was quite the hero(ine) of the moment.

So, here he was with his good friends Stevie and Robin, who had joined the Royal Regiment of Sissies (known as the Pretty Pinks) at the same time as Andy, enjoying their stay in the best suite in the old, but much renovated, Savoy Hotel in London, a gift from his proud Aunt, Jane, Lady Fullerton-Jones as a reward for his part in the incident. That evening the three sissy friends were due to attend a soiree at Aunt Jane’s elegant townhouse and she had insisted that they all must go in their dress ceremonial uniforms so that she could show off her pretty nephew and his equally pretty friends. Not only that be she had hired a small army of attendants, make-up artistes, hairdressers and dressers to ensure that the boys were at their beautiful best.

In the early afternoon the ritual had started with perfumed baths, showers, douches from which the pretty boys had emerged pink, delicate and sweetly scented EVERYWHERE!. Then, having been wrapped in silken robes, their hair was elaborately dressed (Andy’s auburn locks, Stevie’s long blonde hair and Robin the brunette) and finished with pink ribbons and diamond clasps; manicures and pedicures done with four maids in attendance on each boy simultaneously; then teams of make-up artistes had stepped in, so after a long session each boy was perfectly and heavily made-up. Several layers of high shine lip-gloss (pink of course) made for luscious kissable lips; eye-shadow cleverly applied so that eyes appeared even prettier and more doe-like even than usual; endless lashes, cheek bones to die for, elaborate diamond pendant ear-rings (only plain studs being permissible while on active duty).

The boys were now ready to be dressed in their ceremonial full-dress uniforms. Naturally the first item was the revolutionary LUP (latex uniform pack), a miracle of 25th century technology.
Each boy stood on top of a pack ( a flat pink box marked “RRS, ceremonial, 1st Lt in the case of Andy and “RRS, ceremonial, 2nd Lt for Stevie and Robin), legs apart, arms held out. After a moment there was a low humming noise and, apparently from nowhere, a pink fluid appeared and, starting with their pretty feet, proceeded to engulf each boy. It rose slowly up their shapely, slender long legs and thighs. On reaching the crotch area their peenies were neatly pushed back between their legs and each boy gave a little whimper as the liquid penetrated his shapely bottom. A pause resulted in the production of a gap between the tops of the legs and production of a sweet mound at the front as genitals were neatly tucked away; at the rear the shapely bottoms were made even more attractive as their arse cheeks were separated and lifted up slightly. Rising up from the waist the liquid appeared to exert a slight corseting effect as the slender waists were narrowed and then the boys’ pretty breasts were augmented as the pink liquid flowed over them and raised the nipples and increased their sensitivity, this effect noticeable as each boy gave a little sigh of satisfaction as his breasts were covered. The liquid then rose to their necks and down their arms finally encompassing their hands. At the neck, the liquid appeared to pause and then produced a collar and a cleavage down to the breasts. On the collar there now appeared the regimental crest (a pair of high-heeled boots surmounted by the crown) and rank badges. The liquid then ceased to be a liquid and solidified into what appeared to be a skin-tight layer of latex, shiny and pink, a final movement being the formation of epaulettes on each shoulder. This is exactly what it was. Less obvious was the fact that it was bullet-proof, very thin but incredibly strong, cool in hot climates, warm in cold climates. This special latex was in fact the product of years of research involving rubber producers, AI and advanced computer and chemical technologies coming together to produce this revolutionary fabric, a true marvel of the 25th century.

The three pretty boys were now enveloped in tight pink latex with the added attractions of slight but continual movement of the penetration in their sweet bottoms as well as continual stroking of their breasts; more than enough to keep them permanently in a state of mild sexual excitement, especially as their peenies were firmly held in place and quite unable to move. The computer enhancements to the LUP’s could be varied according to requirement to produce different results; it had been found that constant mild sexual excitement was the most appropriate for the boys of the Royal Regiment of Sissies.

The rest of their dress uniform owed less to the latest technology but was impressive nevertheless. Opera length pink gloves in the finest leather were drawn up each arm; the gloves being embellished with the regimental crest and rank insignia and fastened at the wrist with a diamond clasp. Although it was probably not in line with regulations, the boys’ fingers were liberally adorned with ruby and diamond rings.

Next came the amazing ceremonial dress uniform boots. The field boots worn by the Royal Regiment of Sissies were pink knee-highs in finest leather with a modest 5” heel. However the ceremonial dress boots were a much more glamorous crotch- high with a silver, stiletto ballet heel. Also in the finest pink leather, the boots were embellished with silver facings and, again, the regimental crest and crown on each thigh and on the cruelly pointed toe. The combination of dagger like heel and pointed toe meant that the area in contact with the ground was very tiny and the boys had undergone long training sessions to enable them to walk in these incredible boots especially as they were required to walk like cat-walk models, arrogantly putting one leg directly in front of the other as they strutted along. An extra embellishment on the boots was ceremonial silver spurs studded with diamonds. It was a regimental tradition that the spurs became more extravagant with increasing rank and Andy noted that his new ones were more elaborate with more diamonds than those fastened on Stevie’s or Robin’s boots. He knew that the spurs on a general’s boots extended to covering almost all of the foot and well up the calf as well as having multiple silver wheels- one day perhaps! Ceremonial silver daggers with diamond studded handles were placed in a special sheath at the top of each right boot. A broad pink leather belt was then fastened low on each waist and a coiled ceremonial pink leather whip with a diamond studded silver handle was fastened to the belt on the left hip. Multiple silver lanyards were fastened through each epaulette and under the arm completed the outfit.

The final addition was the fitting on to each boy of his dress cape. In finest pink latex, the capes were  floor length, very full and fastened at the neck with extravagant diamond clasps. They had very high stiff collars which framed the head and beautiful made-up faces of the boys. Like the boots, the capes had silver embellishments and had rank insignia and regimental crests on the left breast

Andy remembered the first time he had worn this uniform in public; at the passing out parade at the Academy. Rows of newly commissioned officers parading past the Colonel of the regiment; each pretty sissy splendidly turned out, their long latex capes blowing in the wind behind them, each beautifully made-up sissy face turning to the right to give the salute with their gloved right hand; the rhythmic beat of their ballet heels as they marched like cat-walk models one leg in front of the other in turn; their pink latex uniforms and crotch-high pink leather boots gleaming in the bright sunshine. He remembered that Aunt Jane had been in the audience dressed in a quasi-military costume of her own; shiny black latex cat suit, thigh-high ballet boots, opera length black latex gloves, a long shiny black latex cape with silver patterns embossed on it, a long black leather whip with a silver handle coiled and fastened at her right hip, dripping with jewellery; an elegant and proud figure as she watched her pretty nephew and his friends on parade. He remembered how proud she had been after the parade as he had greeted her with his deepest curtsy, before kissing the tip of her boot and then the back of her gloved hand. He loved his Aunt Jane who had brought him through his journey into femininity with such firmness and discipline where necessary but he often found her soirĂ©es an ordeal – too many hands (men and women)  brushing “accidently” against his pretty bottom or breasts and making quite scandalous suggestions!

These thoughts were interrupted by Stevie calling “come on, Andy, your Aunt’s air-limo is here, let’s get moving, your Aunt won’t be best pleased if we are late!”. With that the three beautifully arrayed boys strutted off down the corridor to get the lift up to the air-park on the roof for the short hop in her luxurious air-limo across to her Town house in Belgravia. How would the soiree go?

                                                          ***********************

Monday, 22 October 2018

New Art . Planet of the Giants


Hi Everyone
  Time for new art and for the time being the last of Andy's 25th century adventures (fear not though, I have more completed and waiting for publication).
  This time it is from the classic issue 12 which followed our Hero/Heroine on a dangerous rescue mission to the strangely familiar Planet of  the Giants.
  It was inspired by our friend Lee's short  comment which mentioned miniaturisation (See what you did Lee... totally your fault) However instead of miniturising Andy I enlarged everything else to gain the same result.
 I don't really think I need explain, because I think it is all pretty darn clear.
Hope you like this one, (but if not please blame Lee ......only joking)

XXXX



    If anyone is at all interested I have a full explanation of how the pleasure toy works regarding encasing the Presidents Daughter.
  The toy is made up of very thin Latex. With a bulb at one end, fitted with an open close valve.
 The selected occupant is lubed and inserted into the Latex sleeve via the narrow opening at one end.Once fully inserted, the latex collar closes tightly about the occupants neck forming an air tight seal.
Next the valve in the bulb is opened and the bulb depressed to squeeze the air within out. Then, still depressing the bulb, the valve is closed, creating a vacuum within the bulb space. Finally releasing the bulb causes the air within the latex sleeve to be drawn back into the bulb via a one way valve, this in turn creates an  intense vacuum within the sleeve and tightly molds the latex over the occupant.
  Simple and sleek, available from all BOY? stores (Giant branches only) and via mail order using the order form in the back of this magazine.

XXXX
Andy

Sunday, 21 October 2018

"I'm sorry, where you saying something?...oh yes the weather"

Hi Everyone
   Well I am sorry but the title of this post is how I would have reacted to this little clip. The lady reading the weather is beautiful enough but dear heavens those pants,
(6 o'clock news? spills tea on to lap as nation is transfixed by those fingers as they oh so lightly caress the smooth leather enfolding her thigh, as if knowingly drawing the viewers transfixed attentions too.........)
Sorry What? what? where am I?....oh yes Pants. Could you imagine the directors terror when he realised he would have to photograph those legs in those shiny pants without getting the viewers too distracted.
  What?....oh the clip. Roll VT. (Glass of water for Mister Lucas)



Now in super HD Version

XXX
Andy

Tuesday, 16 October 2018

New Art; "Bee Queen"

Hi Everyone
  Here is a new piece of sci-fi Andy art. I have tried to capture the feel of real retro comic covers and give it a 50s B movie vibe Even down to the date and price. Old English money of cause.
   The set up is simple, but as the title of the adventure suggests this is not the first time Andy and The Bee Queen have done battle. However this time it is personal and the Queen is hell bent on eradicating the Galaxies hero/Heroine by one means or another. 



    I am not entirely sure if  the wings are like a cape effect or if they are a genuine pair and part of the total transformation the queen has planned for Andy. Personally I  like to think they are real and Andy is so close to losing this battle, because if you look you will notice Andy is completely sealed within a clear skin.
  I have no doubt that all your naughty minds can spot the details and fill in the blanks .
Thank you for such a great response to this side step, but rest assured Andy, in another timeline, is busy being embarrassed by his Aunt, as we shall very soon see.
XXXX
Andy

Monday, 15 October 2018

Start you week with Christeen


Hi Everyone
  Hope you are all super well, Time to start your week with the lovely Christeen.
XXXX

Ps The second one makes me giddy 














Thursday, 11 October 2018

New Story. "Missed Calls"

Hi everyone
   Here we go, a full story from my own pen, alright laptop. I have been back and forth over this and I think it finally works. I had it finished a few times but it never worked, it was slow and, well... ordinary (Uck!!!!)  So I used all the old tools I used in a previous life and tore it apart , Moved front to back, middle to top, cut out a whole character and placed their part in with another and yes, that was better, that was what I wanted from the start.
   So here we are, another story involving Andy, but not an Andy and Aunt Jane story, Yes it;s that handy alternate universe thing.
 Anyway enough chitter chattter.
Hope you like this, I was going to post it in two parts but there was no natural break that felt right, so It's all here and now.
Enjoy (I hope)
XXXX



Missed calls
By
AndyLatex

“I’m going now, well, later, but today”, The young man said dumping a rucksack on the floor and slumping into the deep faux leather chair of the mid town coffee shop. “Me Bag, airport, bye bye Boston hello California. I passed the lot, way ,way better than even I thought, so no more re-sits cramming or rubbish for me”.
  A genuine crackle of ‘well dones’ ‘Good on yous’ and ‘take me with yous’ passed amongst handshakes and arm smacking from his smiling friends.
 “I got an intern thing at MRNet…... In California! California .Never heard of them, but Miss Collins says they are well hot and saw some of my latest work, can’t think what though, but wanted me and only me, providing I can get my self ready to go this very afternoon. So here I am, ready to go . Fuck’n hell California…yes!…I mean…What?”
    The young mans excited voice trailed off as he realised his friends were, as one, distractedly looking past him. Half turning he suddenly became aware that a figure had moved up beside him.
   Dressed in a slick, tight burgundy leather jacket, unzipped to display a confidently deep cleavage and matching pants of polished leather, the mystery woman, surveyed the group of young men from atop her dagger like heels with a cool disinterest. However there was something in her cool, cat like, green eyed gaze that made them shift nervously and move as one to create a spare seat, a seat which to their collective astonishment, she gracefully and without acknowledgment, slipped into.
  For a long moment she looked from flushed red face to flushed red face, accepting their open mouthed, wide eyed looks of clear admiration with a confident arrogance, drinking in their silent worship as if it were the finest wine. With her long black, clinically straight, bobbed hair and ornately make up features the woman of 35? maybe 40? was stunning, probably the most stunning woman they had ever seen in the flesh and she knew it, she knew it and took her time to revel in it, before, with an elegant crossing of her long, leather sleek legs, she turned her body and cool green eyes to the startled young man beside her.
   Again a pause but this time it was she who took a moment for silent admiration, slowly eyeing the young man up and down before, with scarlet polished nails glistening under the lights, she extended her open hand in greeting,
  “Hello Andrew”, she purred in a voice low and smooth like honey, “I, am Emma DeWinter”.

3 Hours earlier ....................

“I am sorry,this…this is too much”.
Blonde, Pretty and sweet. Nearly 50 years old but still slim and feminine. Miss Lucinda Collins was the epitome of buttoned up, woman’s Institute baking, Church going, conservative womanhood. Strict and firm, honest and decent. However in that moment, her voice was little more that a weak and pale imitation of authority.
    The figure to which she spoke turned on dagger like heels and fixed the timid lady with her coldest gaze. “Second thoughts? Remember, it was you who was so eager to retain the good name of your school, any whiff of scandal would be a disaster I recall you saying, you who was so happy to falsify your students international studies placing. So quick to accept my offer, quick to protect your schools name, your name, your reputation among your community. No Miss Collins, the deal has been signed, my lawyers have the deeds and I have come to collect”
  “But these things you propose, are too much”
For the briefest of moment Miss Collins felt some sense of duty to protect her student, no matter what hell his actions had brought down on her. However her bravery turned to nothing as the woman, sleek and sensual in polished burgundy leather jacket and matching pants stepped closed, her slim athletic figure standing tall above the smaller woman.
  “Miss Collins”, 
     Emma DeWinter purred, her smooth Texan accent coating the Head Mistresses name in sensual vocalised syrup.
  “You saw my site, read the posts, his posts. Saw the damage he had done breaking in. I did not invite him in. My web site is protected, follows strict U.S protocols, including counter tracking programmes designed to ward off anyone under 21 years….apart it seems from over eager British college boys. It was fortunate that when these defenses are compromised, it activates my retaliation tracker, which allows me to access the computers of unwelcome callers, gain their data and, if you like, mess with their Shit the way they did mine. $2.6 Million dollars, of my own money I have now had to re-invest in new security. We have negotiated this once before, I am not in the mood to negotiate again”.
 “But….but these things that will happen, that you will do with him. I …I have never heard of such….practices”
  For a moment Ms DeWinters eyes narrowed and her gaze seemed to cut deep into the smaller woman’s frail air of dominance.
   “All those practices, as you put it, are of his own choosing and in a way they are the things which have saved you and your establishment from a ruinous court case. For if he had not had such….. kinky desires and if my data collector had not shown me images of the pretty young man responsible. You would not be talking to me right now, but to my lawyers”
  “I…I just don’t believe it of him…he is such a good student, quiet, polite. It’s a shock. I simply can not believe it”
   The tall woman paused, her eyes drinking in the nervously shifting headmistress before her, then, with a smile, she slipped her dangerously sensual figure behind the principles desk and without invite skilfully tapping on the computers keyboard.
  “Hey wait”, Miss Collins gulped, “That… that is locked”
“Was it?” Came the dismissive reply. “Perhaps my I.T department could upgrade it for you. What you are about to see it called a live screen capture. Quite simply a visual recording of a monitors output, a kind of old school video recording if you like, of every cursor movement and mouse click made that night. A map of your innocent young mans desires. Come, look. Technology can be such fun”.
  A few more keystrokes and the woman straightened and turned the screen to reveal the elaborately designed front page of her site as it  slowly dissolved to reveal the perfect digital animation of a beautiful late teenage boy. His eyes covered by a lace and satin blindfold.
  Drinking in a deep breath, Miss Collins nervously returned to her desk and steeling herself, unwillingly gazed at the screen.
 Tall, slim with a beautiful tanned body and long long legs, the highly detailed digital figure on screen was naked but for bright red rubber panties, a wide collar about his slim throat closed by a shiny silver padlock and a slick coating of oil. His arms high and wide, wrists manacled to a cold white tiled wall above him, a look of exaggerated fear on his pretty face.
     “We all have hidden desires Miss Collins” The leather clad woman whispered, slipping into the deep armchair, her long legs crossing with a sensual leathery creak “It is quite natural, I am sure you have them too and however it is my sites specialty to bring them in life.”
    Unable to create any coherent reply, Miss Collins attentions remained helplessly captivated as the on screen recording showing the cursor tentatively moving over the options, lighting each up in turn. The arrow hesitated, jumped and flickered about and before…. ‘click’.
    The screen faded and danced away to be replaced by new instructions, these were accompanied by the animated image of the boy gagged with a large red ball, his eyes wide and imploring.
                PAY FOR LIVE STREAM or FREE FOR STILL.
 For a long moment the arrow on screen paused, twitching. Clearly expressing the users thoughts and uncertainty, then a click on ‘STILL’.
 Once more the screen faded and reformed. Miss Collins twitched, in all her years she had never seen anything like it.
  The new stylised and highly detail digital image showed a darkened stone chamber and the cute young man as a Victorian adventure or rather an “Adventuress”. For in his fully petticoated, tan coloured skirts ,half buttoned jacket, knee boots and pith helmet, surrounded on all sides by spear wheedling bare breasted warrior woman, he looked the very image of the helpless damsel in distress. A caption.
        “YOU HAVE DEFILED OUR QUEENS CHAMBER”

Drawn in by the immense detail Miss Collins was almost disappointed when,with a click, the image changed.
   Still in that chamber, the new image revealed the young man as the captive of 4 beautiful women, all of whom were dressed in shiny imitations of Egyptian priestess outfits. The boy wide eyed with horror, now helplessly wrapped from chest to toe in a seamless cocoon of glossy transparent latex bandages. Another caption
“MUMMIFIED ALIVE! THERE IS NO ESCAPING THE CURSE ”

 Miss Collins trembled, as once a gain she watched the cursor travel the screen. A click, a new image.
  This showed the boy once more, suspended now in what looked like a rubber sac, from which emerged several tubes and pipes of various sizes, coiling up and away into some bizarrely diabolical looking machine. His face smothered by a mask and this body sealed in latex, he was clearly the helpless prisoner of the strange, bug like Aliens, that could be seen in the inky darkness beyond . A caption.
  “TUBED AND READY FOR YOUR JOURNEY TO THE STARS”.

As the mouse clicked again, Lucinda Collins swallowed, mouth dry. Then a symbol flashed and a number ran across the screen followed by the flashing words .
               WELCOME GUEST.PLEASE WAIT………
               WELCOME GUEST.PLEASE WAIT………
               WELCOME GUEST.PLEASE WAIT………

  From the sudden lack of movement on screen it was clear the user was now very very uncertain of what to do. The curser blinked, remaining still and unmoving.
               WELCOME GUEST.PLEASE WAIT………
               WELCOME GUEST.PLEASE WAIT………
               WELCOME GUEST.PLEASE WAIT………

  “You can see he is thinking”. Emma De Winter signed, shifting her smooth leather clad bottom in the deep leather armchair. “ If he had left now, I would have just smiled and delighted in teasing another naughty boy. No harm done. However this is his mistake”.
  As she watched, the cursor came alive, dancing across the screen in a skilled and expert fashion, drop boxes appeared, codes tapped in, click, click, click, another code, data data and more data before, but not with a moments hesitation, a final click and Lucinda Collins jaw dropped.
                                     
  WELCOME BACK USER
SELECT FROM YOUR SAVED OPTIONS AND FAVOURITES.
                                         
 1, FEMINISATION, YOU BECOME THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS
      (You take a one-way journey from boy to girl)
 2, PEACHES AND CREAM, YOU ARE READY FOR DESERT
      (You are served as our sweet sissy sundae)
 3, YOU ARE, TUBED FOR ALIEN ENCOUNTER
      (Abducted by aliens you subjected to sensual experimentation)
 4, YOU ARE, MY PERFECT RUBBER MAID
      (You will be trained to obey my every desire)
 5, THE RUBBERISATION OF YOU
      (You become my perfect rubber doll)
 6, ENTOMBED, AN EGYPTIAN ADVENTURE
      (The curse has struck, can you avoid being mummified…Alive!)

With the words and titles burning in her mind, the stunned and confused woman again watched the cursor scroll up and down the list, stopping and pausing, returning and moving 5….3….6.3…6…1..6…1…6….1  CLICK

        ENHANCED ANIMATION STREAMING RESUME

       For a few moments the screen darkened before multi camera angles showed a perfect digital rendering of a bedroom, lit by warm candlelight, to all the world as extravagant as that of the court of a French King. Then into vision stepped three young women, each dressed in lavishly stylised Maid uniforms fashioned from deep plum red Latex. Between them they led/supported a young woman. Exquisitely made up, bejeweled auburn hair pilled high on her head and her slim, perfect body gowned in clinging red Latex , she appeared as if she had just been led from some gloriously elegant ball .
  As the pair watched, or rather as Miss Collins watched and Ms De Winter watched Miss Collins, the digital girl was led before a wide canopied four poster bed. Draped and dressed entirely in shimmering liquid like bronze Latex, this nest of deep golden latex seemed to transfix the girl until one of the Maids squeezed her hand. Turning on silent instruction, she came face to face with the other maids who, with clear skill and measured movements slowly and sensuously stripped away her shimmering gown.
  Now from the back, the camera drifted slowly up the young woman’s now naked body, from the tip of her heels up her long, long legs, lingering at her small peach like bottom to watch the Maids caress her pert and toned buttocks and the deep cleft between. Exposed and utterly naked but for a sheen of sweat, the digital girl clearly trembled as once more the camera rose to traverse her back, the flawless skin, oiled and tanned, before finally reaching her girl neck and shoulders.
   For what seemed like an age the image lingered, drifting over every complex curve and curl of the girls Auburn hair, as one by one the woven diamonds and jewels were softly removed. Then smoothly the camera angle moved, faded and after a deliberate moments pause, reformed.
  Now Miss Collins mentally stepped back in shock. The face into which she found herself gazing was a stunning piece of digital imagery, as clear, flawless and detailed as any piece of movie magic. The image was also painfully beautiful, one who in another life would have graced the covers of a million glossy magazines. Crystal blue eyes, ornately made up with rich tones sparkled from behind long jet lashes, whilst lips full and wetly glossed hung in a nervously innocent, yet desirably kissable pout. 
  However, it was not just the beauty alone that caused her to freeze, but the faces stunning familiarity. For despite being so impossibly different, so impossibly beautiful, so impossibly feminine, the sparkling blue eyes, behind those long jet lashes were clearly those of the student she knew, clearly those of Andy Watson.
   “You see, this is the clever part”. Ms DeWinter said, reveling in the woman’s stunned reaction. “With a clients permission, the program farms suitable personal images from their hard drive social media photo galleries and blends them into the image. My clients love it because it takes away their control and adds a huge degree of uncertainty. They also love it because over the years I have gained a reputation for strict data care and confidentiality. No images from my site have ever bled out into the community at large, because no one has ever been able to hack my system…..until now”.
   The cool leather clad woman smiled, she did not really care her words were only going half heard, because the look of astonished disbelief on the smart and correct Miss Collins face was pure art.
   “To be perfectly honest” she continued “ if my unwelcome friend had not disrupted so much data I would have allowed him to play, I mean he is under age yes, but he is gorgeous, I mean and I am kind of loathed to admit it, but he is the most beautiful transformation I have ever seen. In fact I had to check back to ensure the system had uploaded the correct images”.
  With that the woman rose from the chair in one slick movement to step up behind Miss Collins. Deliberately close, she felt the woman shiver as she placed a sensual hand on her back. Then,  leaning over, clicked the mouse to display a photo of the young man. For a moment she let her hand linger and move, caress,  before with cool grace returning to her seat and her tea.
  For a moment the nervous headmistress remained distracted by the uninvited touch, but swiftly she was lost in a new and more startling display. For as she watch, the sweetly boyish features of the young man she knew slowly and painstakingly transformed into those of the girl, his eyes, brows, lips, cheeks enhanced and highlighted by the skill of an invisible makeup artist, whilst his short hair miraculously tangled and flowed, growing to cascade in rich and glossy Auburn waves down across his shoulders.
 “Actually it is a shame my security cut in so well, because a few more minutes and I think quite a few of my other clients would have been bidding strongly on him for the next level play. Never mind they will wait”.
Miss Collins turned away, her face red, red as the glossy lip print on the delicate tea cup cradled in Emma De winters hand.
    “But….but why?”
  “Why?..Well I don’t intend to rush things. I’m sure he’s going to be rather disorientated at first, I mean. I know he understands what will happen, after all he has made his choices, but I think it might take a few days for him to understand that it really is going to happen. So I’ll give him a week to, let’s say…settle in?  But don’t worry they will wait”
  Miss Collins shook her head, the image of the young man still so clear in her head. “No no, I mean …..why?…..why want….this”
    “Oh I do apologise, Oh that’s simple. It’s what he wants to be, who he wants to be, how he wants to be, what he wants to feel ,to experience. My Clients have come online to me for years to experience such things, the only difference is that, thanks to my new studio, our young man here, will experience them all….for real. Who knows, maybe I will train him as my Maid. Yes, I quite like that idea, when we are not in studio, he can be my English Maid, in a teeny tiny Latex uniform and killer heels, with all those auburn waves pilled up under a cute cap. My very own Maid, to serve me tea. Which by the way Miss Collins, is quite delicious””.
  “Mummification?!”
 The cool American shifted in her seat, perhaps even displaying a faint uncertainty of her own “I’m sorry?”
 “Mum…Mummification”. Ms Collins repeated, a clear tremor of horror in her voice. “ …why mummification?”
  “Yes, mummification. That was quite a surprise I admit, for one so…. inexperienced in such things. It’s possibly the ultimate submission….Oh don’t worry no one will not be pulling his brains out through his nose and storing his organs in pots or anything like that. No, sensual mummification has many forms. But as he clearly has a thrill for Latex, that is probably what I shall mummify him in. Perhaps slowly in bandages, layer after layer, all coated with liquid latex to seal him in or perhaps a quicker route, Vacuum mummification is new but quite beautiful to see. Nothing is tighter or more revealing, every detail of the body, molded and highlighted by the shrinking shiny latex.
  That however will be up to my online clients to decide. In the past my mummification users have mostly created slow scenarios, such as the Egyptian Adventure strand he so enjoyed, so I imagine that is where they will direct things. It’s popular because it is more dramatic, I mean there is so much scope for the victim to do all that super sexy struggling and pleading, my users love all that damsel in distress stuff. However it does mean making provision for feeding and watering and ….other needs. These things are important, especially should a user request he remain mummified for a few days. After all, once we have him tightly wrapped they will probably want to watch him wriggle and struggle for a while. But that’s OK we have ways to take care of that…..by tubing….Are you OK Miss Colllins? Oh dear have I shocked you?”
   Her legs unsteady, a white faced Miss Collins, stepped from her desk and to the window, her gaze across the manicured lawn blurred by the thoughts and images in her head. Years of honorable and dutiful dedication to creating the perfect seat of learning, along with her own hard earned reputation, hung in her hands along with the fate of one of her students, a young man in her care. She struggled, her thoughts punctuated by the slow but insistent tick tick tick of the grand clock.
  “Your dedication to this school and to your student is admirable Miss Collins”, the calm and controlled Emma De Winter sighed, placing her cup and saucer on the table beside her, before standing and smoothing her clinging leather pants and moving to the window. “I like that and I like you and so I will make you an offer”
 Miss Collins turned and found her guest once more intimidatingly close behind her.
  “Don’t look away Miss Collins, look at me….at me. Very good. Now I will make this offer once and only once”. She stepped closer, deliberately invading the smaller woman’s space, “I will not take your student on one condition and only one and that is if……You take his place”.
  Miss Collins throat tightened, her stomach knotting. “What?”
   “It is quite clear. You enter my world for one year and become mine to do with whatever my users and I please and in return I will not reveal this little event, I will leave your college forever and demand nothing more from it. Your reputation intact, legacy assured.”  She tilted her head, her eyes dancing over every horrified and confused twitch of Miss Collins face and in that face she found her answer.

   Commanding and confident Emma DeWinter smiled to herself as she walked through the college halls, sharp heels clicking rhythmically on the stone walkways. She loved being this woman. She wasn’t cruel, she wasn’t a bitch, she just loved the confidence she possessed, loved the power she commanded, the respect she generated. She adored the looks she got, the stares, the attention. She was tall, elegant, beautiful and desired and she knew it. She loved being this woman and as she gifted the young man a smile for holding the door open for her, she knew he would be fantasising about her all that night. But above all that she loved who she was, because that afternoon she would finally get the one thing she had always secretly desired. Oh it would have been nice to have taken Miss Collins, to have that pretty face in her hands, to have that neat trim little body to play with, to wrap and dress, tease and terrify, manipulate and……mummify, but what awaited her, unsuspecting, unknowing and innocent, would be so much sweeter.

3 hours later.........................

“Hello,I am Emma DeWinter”.
The young man, stunned and confused, glanced nervously to the equally dumbstruck faces of his friends before, without thought, accepting her offered hand.
   “Er Hel…Hello” .He stammered as her fingers gently enclosed his. “I am Andrew…Watson… Andy Watson.”
  “Yes you are”,  The woman said, slowly letting her eyes drift up and down his body, carefully eyeing him with a sly approving smile, before returning to fix him with her gaze . “And I am very pleased to meet you”
    To anyone watching it would have been as if the dumb struck young mans face had turned to liquid, so many confused and bewildered emotions flowing across his features at once. Emotions only heightened by the seemingly deliberate caressing of his hand as she turned it in hers.
The woman raised an inquisitive and perfectly arched brow. “From MRNET”
   “Oh my gosh yes, yes”, The young mans eyes widened as the brief mystery was revealed. “oh I am sorry, yes, hello. Hello….er to many hello’s sorry”
  “And to many sorry’s as well”. The woman genuinely smiled, allowing his hand to slip free with a final stroke. “And did you just say, Oh my Gosh?”
   “Oh um”. The young man stumbled,
   “Don’t worry it is not a trick question, It’s just nice to still hear such a sweet phrase”
  “Oh I was taught not to swear in…you know.. in the company of ladies”
  Emma De Winter remained silent, her eyes once more drifting across the figure before her. She took a breath and exhaled slow, leaning forward, a carefully placed hand resting on his knee. “I think that is very sweet….I am so glad I took the time to come and meet you personally Andrew and are you ready to come and work for me?”
    “Very much so”. The young man straightened in his seat, his attention solely on the mesmerising woman before him. “This is amazing, I am honoured to be…to come to work with…for you. I am sure I can bring you….”
   “It’s ok Andrew”, she broke in with a squeeze of his knee. “Don’t worry, relax this is not an interview, you’ve got the place. Now the internship is for one year, but we can review that once I know where you are at the end of that term. Acceptable?”
   “A year?….Er wow yes. I mean yes that is superb yes very acceptable, thank you. But what about the rest of my course at college ”.
   “Miss Collins, your head mistress, has….. agreed for you to studying under me and my team. I promise you will gain all the qualifications you could hope for”.
  The boy, smiled broadly, the look of pride in his face, clear for Ms De Winter to see.
   “But tell me, have you ever worked in an online environment before, because, although….. studio based, a lot of your work will be in the public domain”.
   “No no I have never worked for a business before. But whatever you need Ms De Winter will be fine I am sure”
   “Will you give me your full commitment? I don’t wish to scare you off, but I can be a very strict employer, I demand and expect full commitment. I can’t really offer you too much in down time. You may be needed 24/7…..is that acceptable?”
   “I would be stupid to question anything. This is an opportunity I must grab with both hands, so no, no I have no problem”.
   “Good, good. Obviously  you will be the most junior of my….   …employees”, The woman continued, “so must obey my commands and those of my assistants with out fail. Is that acceptable”.
   Noting the woman’s slight shift in tone, Andy shifted in his seat, his eyes glancing briefly down to the polished tip of her shoe as it ‘accidentally’ came to rest on his shin. “Yes sure, you are the boss, even working late, I mean I am happy to work on should things need to be wrapped up”.
  The woman paused and allowed herself a secret smile, his inadvertent choice of words only increasing her absolute delight in his outward innocence. “So my eager young man….”, her eyes narrowed and held his like a magnet, almost daring him to try to look away, “…..everything is ready, are you ready to leave?
  The young mans face lit up into a broad smile “Er yes, yes. I have my bags ready. It’s crazy I mean I only came back from visiting my Mum and Dads back home yesterday. Only got my laptop back from Tim this morning and now before I can even unpack I am off again. Yes I am ready”
  “Where do your folks live?”
   “Back in England, On the south coast”.
    “England?” Emma DeWinters eyes narrowed. “And you were there, how long?”
   “Oh Er about 3 weeks, since recess, would have stayed longer, but you know…stuff”
The woman mentally paused, her body easing back in her seat. “Yes, stuff…..you have been without your laptop, your Hp laptop, for 3 weeks?”
  “Yes, It got messed up, I mean it completely crashed underneath me.”
   The woman tilted her head quizzically. “Crashed?”
   “Totally. I couldn’t get into, onto it or under it. Not been able since”.
   “You have not been able to use your Hp 12. For 3 weeks?”
    “Not a case of not being able to, mostly I wasn’t near it. I left it with Tim here to sort it while I was away. I mean I’m good but Tim is the genius”. The boy paused, the look in Ms De Winters eyes, drawing him up. “Er…I hope that don’t effect the internship”
     Slowly Emma De Winter turned in her seat, her cool gaze to be met by the reddened face of a very flushed blonde haired young man, a look of disbelieving terror on his face. She paused, her eyes narrowing, brows arched. It was as if the entire room had fallen silent and then slowly one corner of her lips curled into a dangerously sensual smile of understanding. She extended her hand towards him. Nervously, very very nervously he took it. Her grip closed tight.
   “Hello Timothy”.
    Seeing the recognition of who she was and what she represented clearly etched on his face, the woman calmly waited, waited, allowing the moment to linger as her grip tightened, her gaze transmitting her every thought into the quivering young mans brain.
    “Tim's been doing the reset and updates for me”. Andy said, a nervousness in his voice. Mind racing at the thought that he might have just blown the biggest opportunity of his life.
   “Oh has he”.
    “Yeah, there was so much weird shi…sorry stuff going on I couldn’t even get into it….but but I could have if I had time”
     “Oh I’m sure you could”
    “Er yes, but…..”
     “It is so nice to have helpful friends”, Ms DeWinter continued, her attention fully on the young man, who was slowly melting with shame and terror under her cool unblinking gaze. “It’s funny Tim, for some reason I feel I really should be taking you to California. Isn’t that odd? Can you think of a reason why I would feel such a thing? You know I am sure you would greatly appreciate my working environment. You sound a very clever boy and I have no doubt you have greater knowledge than Andrew of the technology, both physical and virtual, online media has to offer. Just as I have no doubt you have a greater knowledge of the world your friend is about to step into… Don’t you my clever boy”
   The red face boys tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, the words of denial he so wanted to speak, lost in the back of his throat. Mutely he nodded and as her hand slipped from his, the cool, confident and assured Ms DeWinter returned her attentions to the young man beside her.
 “Would you be a dear Andrew and go to the counter and get me an English tea. Milk no sugar”.
 “Oh er…Yes Ms DeWinter, Sure”. Standing, his back now to the leather clad woman, Andy took a moment to accept the silent looks of excited envy and delight from the rest of the group, returning each with a wide smile. But as he moved past them toward the counter he could not help but feel unsure if the request was a dismissal. The way she had been so attentive to his friend putting a worrying doubt in his mind.
  However it was a worry of no substance, for as he moved through the busy coffee shop, her eyes were on him, all over him and only on him, appraising his slim body and elegant grace with a quiet admiration, she smiled. For a moment she allowed herself to imagine him in needle like heels, his freshly spanked little bottom peaking from beneath the hem of a ridiculously tiny Latex skirt, but the fantasy was cut short by the sudden, silent flashing of her young mans phone as it sat on the table before her. She glanced down at the callers name on the screen.
Miss Collins 3.45
  For a moment she paused and shifted in her seat. Then glancing around and buoyed by the knowledge that, apart for Timothy, all the others had nervously buried their faces back into screens and laptops, she confidently reach down to scoop the device into her hand. Openly spinning it in her polished fingertips, she turned her face once more to the still quaking young man to her right, before, with a slow and playful Shhhhh on her lips, she slipped it coolly into her pocket.

    “Milk no sugar. I hope that is right”.
    “Andrew? May I ask you a question”. Emma De Winter asked, the teacup in the returning boys hand having barely touched the table before her.
   “Sure, of cause…”, he replied sitting.
   “I need you to be totally honest OK?”.
   “Absolutely, always yes”.
   “Andrew. Do you have you any idea what MRNET is?”
      The young mans stomach knotted, a sudden weight on his shoulders, he paused and took his time. “Honestly….Er.. No Miss. I’m sorry. But I would really…..”
     “Not important…Do you know what ……Rubberisation is… ..Honestly?”
     Another pause. “No, not really, but…but I could look it…no not at all.”
      “Do you know what a Vacbed is?”
      “A sleeping bag thing?”
       “Do you know what it means to be Tubed?”
      “In what context”.
      “How about feminisation?”
      “Sorry I am lost”
       She paused, paused and fixed him with her coolest stare. “You really and truly have no concept of my business at all do you Andrew”.
  Andy Watson, swallowed deep, his head a mass of doubt. The wrong word could mess his entire future up. California, California, that was all he ever dreamt of and this was his chance, but he knew that being dishonest, lying and claiming he knew more than he did would be wrong, stupid and madness. He knew a lot, but not enough to pass in the real world. He lowered his eyes, breaking her gaze and silently shook his head.
   Despite Emma De Winters cool, confident, sensual, exterior, Emily Dee Winters was still that kind-hearted girl form Texas who had broken free from small town life to reinvent herself, to embrace the bright lights and fulfil her desires and in that moment she silently promised to keep the young man safe.
  However, as kind as Emily was, it was the sensual Emma De Winter’s desires by which she now lived and now, right now, before her like a gift from above, sat the greatest of all her desires. A beautiful young man. A boy, just old enough, but who knew nothing of her world, or of what was about to befall him, nothing of how his life would soon change. Nothing of Latex, of bondage, of submission, or of lipgloss, of perfume, of dagger like heels or…. of feminisation.
  For a moment sweet kind-hearted Emily questioned, doubted and paused. However it was Emma who moments later rose from the chair, sleek, sensual, leather clad Emma, whose cool green eyes sparkled with delight, whose red glossed lips curled into a victoriously naughty smile, whose red polished fingertips reached out to his and whose voice, deep and warm, like flowing honey that said, “Come on then”
   “Er…N… What…now?”, the young man said, rocking backing his chair. “Now? But…but what about your tea?”
    “Yes right now, my car is outside, my jet is waiting and don’t worry about the tea. There will be plenty of time for tea I promise”.
 “Holy shi….I mean Wow, I mean when I was told I was going today I thought, airport and waiting and…but now? Right now?” The young man shook his head in disbelief and looked about the group.  “Guys?…Guys I’m out of here, outta here. I’ll…..well I’ll be in touch, there’s …hell there’s a jet waiting for me”. At the clear beckoning of her offered hand the young man, took up his bag and standing, slipped his hand in her hers and with the hum of best wishes in his ears, turned away.
   At the door to the shop they paused and slipping her hand from his she directed her young prize towards the awaiting Mercedes and as she watched him, Oh so eagerly walk towards his fate and slide into the open door, Emma DeWinter slipped the vibrating phone from her pocket. The screen lighting to her touch.
YOU HAVE MISSED CALLS
Miss Collins  3,47pm
Miss Collins  3.50pm
Miss Collins  3.52pm
Miss Collins  3.55pm
Miss Collins  3.59pm
Miss Collins  4.02pm
Miss Collins  4.05pm
Miss Collins  4.07pm
   She smiled and calmly bathing in the looks she was getting from the other patrons, accepted the call and raised the phone to her ear
“Thank God! Andrew It’s Miss Collins. Listen to me, do not go with Emma DeWinter, do not go with her. Stay away from her, she is from some sick online fetish thing, she is dangerous, stay wherever you are. I’ll explain later. Do you understand?……Andrew?….Andrew?…Andrew?”
   For a brief moment, the woman contemplated a reply, some witty put down, some cutting declaration of victory. However Emma DeWinter needed no such pointless gratification and so, with a triumphant smile and disdainful flick of her wrist, the phone entered the trash bin.

The End or is it just the beginning?




Monday, 8 October 2018

New Art. "Lost Somewhere in Time"


H Everyone
   Now then (deep breath) I have been working on something a little different, something I have been wanting to do for an age but lacked the skills and talent to do it but now perhaps I have got there.
   I love old fashioned sci-fi things form the 50s to the late 70s when the future was always in technicolor and featured damsels in shiny "futuristic" fashions. My all time fave, after Star Wars, being Buck Rogers in the 25th Century and the gorgeous Wilma Deering. It seems I was born way to late because since the late 80's it's all toned down and dark, so perhaps I need the time machine to whisk me back to the days of comics like Amazing stories.
   Which is where my new art comes in.
   I have done a few pieces in the style, which depict our little feminised Hero/Heroine taking on a future full of  Glamorously sensual Space Queens, Slime drooling plasma creatures and tentacle equipped, ooze slobbering love Aliens,(All hail Douglas Adams) all intent on conquering the galaxy. 
    If it were the Television series of the comic the opening voice over would go something like this.
   
   "In the year 2019, BOY? fashions and design unveil the first of their prototype interactive time drift VacBeds, promising the feeling extended VacBed enclosure in a fraction of the time. 
   Whilst being used as a test subject, international beauty, fashion and sissy icon Andy Watson becomes trapped in a VacBed time loop and is catapulted through time to awaken 500 years later".
                                               
                                                      Role VT and Theme tune



I hope you will allow me this little indulgence and I assure you our Sweet  Little Andy Watson will still be suffering his usual embarrassment at the hands of his loving Aunt for some time to come. 
Hey, Its a alternate universe thing, All the rage these days. 
XXXXX

Wednesday, 3 October 2018

The lovely Christeen


Hi Everyone 
 It's time for some more gorgousness from Christeen.
XXXX



Is That the new BOY? Catalog I see on the table?


Love that gold dress. Love Love Love it.

Sweet and Romantic

Sunday, 30 September 2018

6,000,000 Thank yous

Hi Everyone
    Back in March 2011 I sat at my computer and thought OK, what sums up how I feel about Latex, what phrase fits.....a few floated about but then it came to me. What is Latex if not Smooth,Slick and Shiny. That's It. I'll call my blog Smoothslicknshiny, it did not really matter because I would only be running it for a few months just to see what happened.
  Well 7 and a half years later I seems to have just passed 6,000,000 page views. Now I know compared to many blogs that is a tiny amount but to me it is quite amazing and to be honest I am quite proud of that and reading it through it charts my ups and downs. 
  I had just met my beloved Gi and her husband and it was they who help me create my feminine persona in Miss Amanda Keira Louboutin, they for whom I spend many wonderful hours as a fully uniformed Maid, happily skipping about doing the house work and attending to their needs.If It were not for Gi I would never have mastered heels. It was they who introduced me to so many thrillingly naughty experiences and people and they who grew my confidence from nothing to openly strolling through Paris, Amanda Keira blending in and standing out all at the same time as any young lady would.
  It then charts the moment I finally got the guts to ask my semi boss out on a date, twice my age but so gorgeous she was like an office fantasy in her heels and there was no way a soft little thing like me would have a chance. However after a lot of encouragement and gentle pushing by my friend S (thank you my Skinnie Stallion) and a very near miss, I asked her out and we have been together ever since, This is despite a pretty serious mental breakdown in 2012, which saw me moving back home to England and she remaining in France, not a problem she is only a few hours away these days. (and there is news to add to that soon too).
  What was I talking about?.......Oh yes, the blog 6,000,000 views and still going. I just wanted to thank all of you for your support and fun and ideas. This is a nice place to be, I like creating my silly art and stories and sharing others brilliant creativity and hope to do so for another 6,000,000 visits.
   So all that was, was me just wanting to say 
                                                                  THANK YOU 
                                                XXXXXX

So lets go back to the start.
   
 This Is the first introduction to Andy, thanks in no small way to the inspiration of our wonderful Christeen.




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Here is the first story I ever posted. The final words very appropriate.

PLAYTHING
By 
AndyLatex

I ran my fingers about every detail of the foot before me. Smoothing the glistening oil across the rubber in which it was enveloped leaving It with a deep liquid shine. Only when I was perfectly satisfied did I reach for the shoe. For a moment I admired its sensual lines . Its elegant arch, delicate straps and long, dagger like heel. Then gently I slipped it over the offered toes, I heard a soft Oh of surprise as it molded the tiny foot into the sexy curve only a good 5-inch heel could, Before carefully closing the straps. I drew each together a closed them with a tiny golden lock. For a moment I gazed at the perfect image of femininity, then carefully repeated the act on the other foot. My heart raced as that second lock clicked shut, It was the finishing touch. 
  I paused, now for a moment, letting the moment hang, then slowly I drew my fingers and eyes up the length of those long legs, glad in skin tight transparent rubber they shone like glass and drifted on for ever as perfect columns of feminine beauty. Finally my eyes came to the white frilled hem of that tiny black rubber skirt, then up across its rippling shimmering surface to that slim waist, encircled now by the ribbons of that shimmering white apron. I swallowed, trying to still my heart, as I traveled on up to the soft blossoming swell of that young bosom , The nipples hard peaked clearly visible beneath the glossy material. Again I swallowed, I trembled as the creamy perfumed skin led me to that neck and finally onto that face the face I had dreamt of a 1000 time, yet framed now by a dark, feather cut, pageboy bob, was a million times more beautiful , from the pale blue eyes soft with innocent tears, that peaked shyly from behind long fluttering lashes, to the soft young rouged cheeks it was a million times more beautiful, yet as gorgeous as it was it was the twin petals of those full moist lips that broke my heart, they hung, rich in there succulent coating of cherry gloss, like dew ripe fruits, wet and heavy with juice. They parted slowly, there liquid velum peeling apart to reveal white teeth and softly a voice more loving and sweet than a morning of bird song, reached my ears.
"Thank you…so very much".
Drawn by that soft tone, like a bee to its nectar I rose until I stood tall above the trembling beauty. Once more now I paused, drinking in the vision before me, the feminine perfection, Then slowly I drew the beauty towards me, until my breath fell on those cherry fruits. We had kissed a hundred times before, our special kiss, our secret kiss on the corner of those lips a place where an eager tongue could slip out to taste my lip gloss. But this kiss would be like no other. I felt the beauty tremble in my arms as slowly I smoothed my glossed lips over those full petals. I felt breath drawn as I controlled them, allowing the glossies of our lips to mingle whilst gently easing them open to allow me to taste the nectar within. I watched those eyes flutter, the long lashes closing down in ecstasy as I luxuriated in the texture of our kiss. Then slowly we parted. I felt panted breath on my lips. On my cheek I heard that soft voice. Tender and dripping with desire.
"I love you Aunty"
"And I love you Andrew….my beautiful Maid".

   I looked up from my desk as Andrew entered my office. Today he looks every bit a beautiful as he did , that first time, not so long ago. Only now his body had truly blossomed into that of a very sexy girl and like the most beautiful girls he is never without immaculate make up nor a stunning outfit. Unusually it is fashioned from gleaming rubber or sometimes PVC, but what ever it is it is nearly always very tight and very short. Quite rightly so when you have a body and legs like his. Infact one day a client of mine commented that my Maid was the most beautiful young lady she had ever seen and asked if she had ever thought of modeling. Well I said she had not, but it did lead me to take some photographs of Andrew for myself, wearing some very kinky outfits my favourite being a stunning pale blue airhostess uniform in gleaming rubber.
" Do you like your gift?", I say stroking Andrews botttom beneath the skirt of his maids dress as he bends over to serve
"Yes thank you misstress". He breathed in that kitten soft purr I adore.
"Do you like the way it feels?".
"Oh yes Mistress, so very much"
"would you like it turned on again?". 
There is a pause a long one. Then softly "Yes please"
"Good girl". I beckon Andrew to turn round before me. Gently I raise his skirt and ease those tight rubber panties aside. There before me glinting between those soft cheeks, buried in his most secret place is the tip of the plug which 6 hour earlier I had eased up into him. I had surprised him, pressed him over the sink as he was about his chores and slowly worked its wide bulb inside drawing ,sweet girlish gasps and squeals until every inch of it was swallowed. My finger touched the tip, softly I hear it hum and a moment later Andrew lets out a soft gasp and slowly wiggles his hips. Keeping him still I draw the panties up and lower the skirt. Motioning him to turn back to me. He dose, his legs crossed as if dying for the toilet, but with a look on his face like ecstasy itself. For a moment I just watch, and listen to his sharp hungry breaths, then leaning forward I say, "I want you to do something for me"
"Anything Mistress", he half sobs, still all a wriggle.
"Play with yourself, before me".
   For a moment he hesitates, it is an instruction he has never heard before, but Andrew needed no second instruction and softly he raised his skirt with one hand and slipped the other into the already bulging panties. 
   It did not take long, the duel effect of his soft touch and the insistent humming vibration deep inside quickly turn his breath to a passionate panting. I adore this moment, I shift In my seat and as his blue eyes fill with tears of joy and that panting turns to sobs of pleasure, his back arches and with a gasp my beautiful nephew cums and as he dose I here him whisper his love for me. 
Elegantly I rise and knowing the sensations rushing through him,hold him until the tears stop, then with great love and tenderness I ease his fingers from their heated place of duty. They are warm and wet. Gently now I draw them to my lips, my tongue drawing in the liquid pleasure. He tastes as sweet as ever. I gaze at him now, so beautiful, so helpless. I guide his fingers from my lips to his, softly running them across, their cherry red surface, coating them richly in his cream. 
Andrews eyes widened at the clear implication of my gesture, But I did not need to offer instruction. Slowly, his eyes fixed on mine, his lips part and tentatively his tongue rimmed his lips. Oh I have never seen a face melt in to ecstasy so quickly. His eyes rolled back beneath hooded lids and with a purr he released a deep moan, then to my astonishment for the second time in but a few minutes his back arched and with an even more excited squeal came. His climax rushed on for some time and I felt my darling nephew would pass out with joy, but slowly his breathing rested and I draw him into my arms, tasting his come on his lips with my own.
"I am so sorry mistress", he whispers .his face deep in my breast.
"For what", I purr, "Pleasure is nothing to be sorry for". Gently I ease my fingers once more into those smooth latex panties and I feel his breath deepen. "And this is just the beginning"

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And this, to my shock, is one of the first 4 pieces of my art I ever posted, Bit naughty isn't it , Makes me blush.



Once again 6,000,000 thanks
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Andy