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

Wednesday, 28 March 2018

New Art. Kinky Girl

Hi Everyone.
   Well I am back......a little. Not entirely back but hope to be around a little bit. But enough of that.

I was inspired to create this little piece by a photo I saw of my favorite spice girl Emma Bunton. I shall share those pics shortly. I think the rest of the story explains itself and any of the other elements I am sure you sweet and naughty people will happily fill in for me.
   Sorry if my replies to any comments might be slow,but they will all be cherished and inspire my frazzled mind to create more.
  Hope you like this,
 Big hugs and a zillion kisses

Monday, 19 March 2018

By Christeen

The guiding Hand, re-edit. Part 2

Hi Everyone
I was just sat here and felt like sharing.

Part 2: A Second Opinion.
By Rob

Time had passed him in his dream. She was home and he was still wearing her panties… Desperately he fiddled with them but, with trembling terrified fingers, the rubber which had earlier seduced him now became a prison, enclosing him, trapping him. Sweat broke out on his body, his heart pounded. No! No!!
He looked about, terror-struck. There was no way out, no way. Then, grabbing his clothes, he rushed to his room.
“J... Just ch... changing, Auntie,” he stammered. There was nothing else to do, so with fumbling fingers, he threw his clothes on over the panties and rushed to meet her before she could reach the top of the stairs. “H... Hello Lady… Auntie Jane.”
“Oh darling, you are all red, I do hope you are not coming down with anything.” She placed a soft hand on his cheek.
“No, I’m fine, really,” he stammered.
She looked him up and down. He felt himself tremble under her cool gaze. Then she smiled, “Oh darling, you are too sweet.” She smiled and stroked his cheek, then, turning, she chilled his blood, “I’ve just got time to try my treat, is the bag in my room?” There was a pause, an eternal pause, maybe even longer… “Andy?”
“Ye… yes, it is, bu ...”
“Oh, blast that phone,” Jane snapped, “do excuse me, dear.”
Andrew’s heart must have stopped. He was not breathing. All he had was a head fuzzy with confusion and fear and a body which, heated to boiling by sheer terror, seemed to tremble with an almost uncontrollable shiver. He fumbled for a moment with his jeans, pulling them down to see if he could peel the panties away ... Quickly, quickly … his fingers fumbled and slipped on the slick rubber. He could not even slide a finger under the hem. No, he remained trapped and … “oh no!”
He heard her coming back up, this time the click of her heels went towards her own room, he held his breath, again eternity passed, then she returned.
“Curse that office, I’m sorry, darling, but after our trip I will have to pop back to the office for an hour. Still that’s later. I saw the bag, darling, thank you. I do hope you did not peek.” He smiled weakly, shaking his head. “Still, it will be a treat for me later.” She took his hand. “Oh my, that is hot, are you sure you’re OK?”
“Ye… yes, fine, thank you,” the young man floundered. “Just… just excited to be with you, I guess.”
“Oh, you are sweet.” Jane’s glossed lips curled into a smile of delight. “Come on, everything is ready, we have so much to do.” And with that she took his hand and led him downstairs.
Driving back into town, Andrew struggled to relax, telling himself there was no way she could find out about his secret without actually taking his clothes off. He just had to be cool and wait until he got home. The hour she would spend at her office would be all he needed to escape his rubber prison and return the rubber panties to their bag. He just had to be calm. Oh God, just be calm……
The first place on Lady Jane’s trip was the huge IMAX cinema, where he sat enthralled in an exciting film shown in 3D. This was followed by a trip on the famous London Eye. Then a delightful afternoon tea at one of her favourite restaurants, and finally a slow evening cruise down the river past all the famous sights of London. All the time she kept him close, held his hand and patted his trembling knees. Her voice was soft, warm and almost loving, and each gesture brought home to him his shame and guilt.
Then, as the sun began to soften they sat by the riverbank sipping cold lemonade. All the time as she had done all afternoon, Lady Jane was holding his hand like a real loving Aunt.
“It is so nice to have the company of such a sweet young thing as you, Andrew. I admit I have grown very fond of you in our short time together,” she said, her dazzling smile turning his heart to liquid.
“I like you very much too, Lady F….”
She squeezed his hand, “No, darling”
“Sorry, Auntie Jane. I think you are very kind, and beautiful.” The last word just seemed to slip out, but it brought a truly stunning smile to his older companion’s face.
“Oh, what a sweet thing to say. Thank you, darling.”
But it was true. She was such a beautiful lovely lady and he could not help but feel so wretched about how he had behaved. He wanted desperately to turn the clock back, but the only way to do that was to admit his crimes, admit how he had worn her pants and nightdress and how at that very moment he was in the tightening embrace of her new rubber underwear… There was no other way to clear his soul… but he was a coward. He did not need to tell her. He just had to wait a little bit longer and no one need know.
The river and time drifted on and for the first time he truly felt he might escape.
“Thank you, Auntie Jane,” he said, as they stood beside the river, for one last photo. “I’ve had such a fun time.”
“I’m so glad. However, there is still one last surprise I have left in my box, dear.”
For a moment Andy froze. He could not face any more time in his tight latex panties, the heat of the day having filled them with a creamy lubrication of sweat. “But don’t you need to return to the office,” he said, adding a hint of sadness to his tone.
“No darling, no. That can wait, but I can’t,” She shifted in her seat, looking about the area before turning to face him. She smiled. “I want you to do something special for me, Andrew.”
The young man’s heart raced in his chest, “S… sure.”
Again, Jane’s eyes danced about the nearly deserted stretch of riverbank, before gazing into his. She took a breath. “I want you to unzip your trousers.”
Andy’s heart now rushed to his throat and tried to burst free, his body consumed by an instant tremble of terror and disbelief, “Wha... sorry?”
Jane smiled, revelling in her young companions’ shock. “I want you to unzip your trousers.”
Andy floundered, “Wh…why?”
“Because I say so, young man.”
For a moment, Andy thought about refusal, but Jane’s tone, though not harsh or fierce, did have an edge he had never heard before. It was a tone which made it perfectly clear he had little choice and so, with his white teeth nervously nibbling his lip, his trembling fingers moved to his jeans and slowly drew the tiny gold zipper down.
“Good boy,” Jane purred, her tone once more soft. “Good boy, now ....
With the sound of his blood pounding in his ears, Andy nearly jumped out of his skin when, with a smooth and elegant movement, Janes right hand glided up his denimed thigh and settled at the now opened zipper. He held his breath and gazed helplessly into the older woman’s sparkling eyes. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be.
Then slowly as her eager fingers slipped into the parted denim, Jane’s eyes widened in delight, “Oh my God!” she half-gasped, half-whispered. “They’re latex!”
Andy felt the world fall away from him. He felt his head spin, his stomach knot and his body melt into a pool of mortified goo. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to, I don’t know why.”
For a long moment, Jane was lost in the sensations of warm latex beneath her eager fingers, but sensing the young man’s genuine dismay, she gently let them rest.
“Oh, it’s OK, darling,” she purred in her soft, well-mannered tone. “Really it is. In fact, I was secretly hoping you would choose those.”
But with his pounding heart in his ears, Andy barely heard her words, “I have never, done anything like this … Never, I don’t know why.”
“Andy, Andy darling,” she purred, “really it is fine.”
The young man’s head was still spinning, and Jane’s words barely filtered through, “No, no, I am so, so sorry.”
Jane sighed and looked into the young man’s eyes. Then, after briefly allowing herself the pleasure of one last stroke, she slipped her fingers from their smooth nest, drawing the zipper closed behind them. “Listen to me, Andrew. Andrew?” The young man’s shame-reddened face rose to hers. “It is alright, darling, really. I don’t mind. In fact, I think it is wonderful.”
Andy gazed back, his mind struggling to come to terms with Jane’s tone which was, to his disbelief, not scolding or harsh, but soft and truly caring. “I’m…I’m sorry.” He repeated
Jane smiled broadly, “No, no, darling no more apologies. I accept and I forgive.”
Andy’s eyes widened, and he felt his stomach lighten. “Sor …. Th … thank you.”
“That is perfectly alright, darling, now….” She took his trembling hand and helped him to his feet, “we need to get a move on.”
“Where are we going?”
“You will see, darling.”
“It is somewhere along here,” Jane said, looking up at the street sign. “Nearly there, darling.”
Despite the time, the street was still quite busy with market traders packing away their stalls and the last of the evening shoppers awaiting their buses. Most of the shops down Lower Market Street had lowered their shutters for the evening and a lone road sweeper went about his business.
No one really took any notice of Jane and her silent young friend, but if they had, they might have found the way this older beauty was cradling the young man’s hand in hers a little odd. Not that there is anything wrong in such an act, but…. there was just something about it.
Suddenly Jane stopped, and Andy felt her fingers squeeze his as if in delight.
“This is it,” she sighed, a hint of excitement in her smooth voice.
“I don’t understand,” Andy said, “Where…?” The young man’s voice sharply caught in his throat as he saw the direction of Jane’s gaze.
Across the road, between the two rapidly shrinking market stalls, was a tiny black-painted shop bearing the name HONOUR in clear white lettering. But it was not this minor detail or the slightness of the shop that made his stomach knot, but the window display. A window display that contained three, slim feminine mannequins each clothed in a different uniform. A sailor in pale blue, a soldier in deep green and a police officer in black and white, but again it was not these details that made him tremble, but the fact that each outfit, each tiny sexy outfit, was clearly made of glossy latex rubber. He felt his panties tighten about him.
For moment he just stared, but then he felt Jane’s hand squeezing his. He looked into her sparkling green eyes, she smiled “Don’t worry darling,” she purred, “everything will be fine.” And without another word she led him across the road, between the two market stalls and up to the tiny shop’s door.
Again, Jane squeezed his hand and smiled. “Actually, you wearing those lovely latex panties is a bit of luck,” she purred, reaching out to press the button below the PRESS TO ENTER sign.
“H…. how?” Andy’s head was spinning. It had all taken place so swiftly he could not take in what was happening.
“Simple….” Jane said, as the buzzer sounded the door’s opening, “… if you had chosen the silk ones we would have had to have gone across town to buy the rest of your outfit.”
And with those words flooding into his head like a tsunami, Jane pushed the door open and guided Andy inside.
Instantly, the pair were bathed in the rich aroma of latex and rubber. It was as if the air were richer, thicker and warmer. However, as Jane breathed in the sensual atmosphere, Andy had forgotten to breathe altogether. Hardly surprising for a young man who had suddenly come face to face with a life-sized, whip-wielding mannequin sheathed from throat to toe in a mirror-smooth, black latex catsuit.
The voice from the counter broke his momentary trance.
“Hi, are you OK?” The owner of the voice was a woman in her late 20s, very pretty, with blonde hair tied in a high ponytail. She wore a simple white cotton T-shirt above a pair of tight faded blue denim jeans.
“Oh hello,” Jane replied, as if she were in the local supermarket. “May we look around.”
The young woman glanced for a brief second between the two and smiled. “Sure, you will find most of our club and daywear down here, whilst our uniforms and things are on the next floor…” She gestured to the hidden stairway at the rear of the shop.
“Wonderful, thank you,” Jane smiled.
“We also have a bondage area downstairs. If you would like to see it, just let me know and I will buzz you down.”
“What fun, thank you. Come on, darling.” Jane once more squeezed Andy’s hand but this time he did not move. She turned and followed his gaze. It was not directed this time to the silent and still mannequin, but to the very real woman who had just emerged from the back of the shop.
Her outfit could have been described as conservative had it not been for the fact it was fashioned from shiny smooth latex. Her figure-embracing jacket/blouse, from which her breasts struggled to escape, led down to an almost impossibly tight pencil skirt which reached to just below her knees. From then on, her legs, also sheathed in latex, drifted down to feet clad in shatteringly high heels.
Jane felt Andy tremble. She knew he had never seen anything like it, indeed nor had she until she had visited the other fetish shop in Covent Garden to purchase those irresistible panties.
“What do you think, Lilly? This new stuff is superb.” The second woman said, addressing the young woman at the counter, before noticing the slightly stunned looking customers. “Oh hi,” she said, placing one hand on her hip in a practised pose. “Are you OK? All our…”
“Too late Jemma, I’ve done that.”
“Oh, well never mind. Please take a look around.”
“Thank you. May I say that is a wonderful outfit” Jane said, her admiring eyes flowing over the woman’s sexy latex outfit.
“Thank you,” the woman smiled and did a slow turn, allowing the lights to dance across the smooth latex surface. “It’s from the new range, more relaxed and everyday styles. They will be on sale very shortly.”
Now Jane gave a soft laugh, “I think I may be a little old for latex. But I must say it is very nice, thank you anyway.”
“You are very welcome. Are you looking for anything in particular?”
For a moment the question hung in the air, then with a faint squeeze of Andy’s hand, Aunt Jane said, “Yes, in fact I am. I wonder, do you have any maid’s uniforms?”
The woman in latex smiled, “We do indeed. Please come with me.”
Andy felt his heart leap to his throat and looked desperately into Jane’s dancing green eyes for mercy. The very idea that she was about to purchase for him, in front of these women, a dress, a maid’s dress, made his stomach knot and his knees weaken.
“Please, Aunt Jane.” He whispered. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, Andy,” she replied in a clear matter of fact voice, “We won’t be long, I’m sure these ladies have homes to go to as well.”
For a moment he thought about pleading some more, but then as he was led by the hand through the downstairs display towards the stairway, he bit his lips and prayed it was all a rouse, a trick just to punish him. He prayed it was all a nightmare.
The stairway leading up to the second showroom was quite narrow and steep, and gave away the true age of the shop itself. However, Andy was not interested in such things. For, at Jane’s instruction, he climbed the stairs a number of steps behind the woman in latex and, in doing so, his eyes were on the same level as her smoothly-encased bottom. Oh, he tried to look away of course, but there was something about those twin globes, slowly sliding across each other with every stair, that made looking away impossible. They seemed to flow and roll beneath the tight shiny latex, which stretched and creased like nothing he had ever imagined before. He felt his mouth dry.
“We have a number of styles from classic to full French, and all the way to full-length Victorian dresses,” The assistant said, as the came into the well-lit upper rooms. “All are in either latex or PVC. Do you have a preference?”
“Actually, I was looking for something in latex.”
“Not a problem.” The assistant moved atop her high heels to the far wall where, at either end, stood silent mannequins dressed in perfect latex reproductions of full-length Victorian maids’ dresses. “And style?”
Now Jane paused. Andy’s heart raced. She smiled. “I was thinking French?”
Again, the woman smiled. “Oh wonderful, we have some lovely pieces down here.” She pardoned herself and moved to the end of the rail. As she did, Jane squeezed Andy’s hand and gave him a naughty smile.
“Isn’t this wonderful? Don’t they have such lovely things? Did you see that gown downstairs, the black one with the high neck? Imagine wearing that!”
Andy offered no such enthusiasm in his reply. “Please Aunt Jane. I’m sorry, please can we go?”
“No darling,” she half whispered. “No, I am not having you wandering around in only latex panties. No matter how cute I bet you look in them.”
“But Auntie ...”
Andy fell silent as the assistant turned back towards them. “This is our standard maid’s dress. Very cute, very short and sweet, easy to wear and of course it comes with an apron and cap.”
Andy’s stomach knotted as the tiny dress was displayed before them. Jane hmmm’ed. “It is very sweet,” she said stepping forward to touch the rippling black latex. “Very cute indeed. What do you think, Andy …? Do you think my maid would look nice in that?”
Desperately, the young man fought to find a calm and removed tone to his strangled voice. “Um,” he started, “Er… N… no, Aunt Jane, I… I don’t think so.”
There was a pause, Jane stared at the red-faced boy, who stood nervously shuffling beside her. She smiled, “You are so right, Andy darling. So right. No, I need something special.”
The assistant nodded and returned to the rail.
“I am so glad I brought you along, Andy. It’s always best to have a second opinion,” Jane said in a rather too clear voice as her young companion blushed beside her.
“This ...” the assistant said turning once more, “….is a fuller dress, still very practical but also still very cute and sexy. The skirt is a little longer as are the sleeves. And the neck line can be worn both over and off the shoulder.” She offered the glistening black latex dress out and turned it on its hanger. Again, Andy sensed his tormentor’s delight.
“Oh, that is sweet…” she said, holding up the skirts, “… it has a fifties air about it. You can imagine the wearer with a high ponytail tied in a ribbon. I like it very much.” She again turned Andy, who could feel his face glowing.
“It…. it is a little old-fashioned,” he ventured, “don’t you think, …. for …. for your maid.”
The pause this time was longer and Andy could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Jane once more stroked the fine smooth latex.
“No…you are right again, Andy. Quite right. It is a little old for my maid and ...” she paused, her lips curling into a smile, “…as you said, very practical. You’re right that I don’t really need practicality, I want ...” again she paused, “… I want something ultra-feminine dripping with lace and frills, masses of petticoating. You know, something … spectacular.”
Andy’s blood froze, and the assistant’s face lit up.
“I have just the thing, one moment.”
As the woman moved past them into an adjoining alcove, Andy looked up at Jane and whispered for forgiveness. But Jane Fullerton-Jones just smiled.
“Darling, I have told you. There is nothing to forgive.”
“But Aunt Jane… Lady Jane. I don’t …”
“No, darling, no more….” Jane’s voice died in her throat as the assistant returned.
In her hand she held what could only be described as a fantasy of French finery. A teeny, tiny, shimmery and shiny black latex dress, with a deep neckline, puffed cap sleeves and a short, short skirt. All trimmed with lashings of fine white latex lace.
Andy froze, and he felt Jane’s hand tremble in his.
“This is our most exquisite dress, with the most perfect cut and style,” the assistant said, turning the flimsy latex garment back and forth, “It is also one of our more expensive dresses at £140. But I am sure you’ll agree it is very much worth every penny.”
Jane stepped forward, her eyes wide as if hypnotised by the dress’s sheer beauty. She reached out one hand and slid it up under the frilled hem. The latex flowed and rippled across her fingers as if it had been poured from a jar, shimmering and shining, as it trickled between her fingers. She swallowed, her heart raced, this was it.
“It is so light, so very fine,” Jane said as much to herself as to the smiling assistant, “I think this will be perfect. Don’t you agree, Andy?”
The young man on the other hand could not find his voice, the dress was far too ... well ... feminine for him to contemplate, and all he could do was breath a soft, “oh no, not that one,” of despair.
Jane smiled and turned to the red-faced young man who stood framed between two rails of shimmering latex. “No, Andy dear, I think this is just right. Perhaps you need to see it from a different angle.” Jane reached out a hand, beckoning Andy to join her. At first, the reluctant young man stayed rooted to the spot, but then, as the elegantly painted fingertips continued to summon him, he realised there really was little point in protest and nervously he took the offered hand.
Accepting the dress on its hanger from the assistant, Jane now led Andy over to the well-lit circle of mirrors in the far corner of the latex-scented showroom.
Once there, she drew the flushed-face youth in front of her, before, with a glance to ensure the assistant was watching in the reflection, drawing the dress up before him in a gesture which made its future ownership perfectly clear.
The look on the assistant’s face said it all. Shock, astonishment, surprise and yes, delight. Jane could see them all in her wide eyes and smiling lips. But it was the sweetly embarrassed glow of Andy’s cheeks which delighted her more.
“I think this will be perfect for you, Andy. Don’t you agree, darling?” she purred loud enough for the assistant to hear, “Or would you like to try it on. Just to make sure?”
Andy tensed, and noticed the assistant gazing at him with delight. “N… no please. No.”
“Shall I buy it for you then?”
Andy gazed into the mirror, the aroma of warm latex filling his head as the dress Jane held before him rippled and fluttered in the faint breeze of the cooling fan. The lights of the show room danced on its slick wet surface like sunlight on the ripples of a lake. He sighed. He knew there would now be no reprieve. His wide and slightly reddened eyes looked back at Jane in the mirror and, with a faint movement, he nodded his agreement.
Jane drew him close in a soft loving cuddle. “Good boy,” she whispered, “and don’t worry, darling, you are going to look gorgeous in latex.”