See Me Walking

Hi Everyone

  Just wanted to share a couple of short clips from See Me Walking. A site which specialises in high quality videos focusing on one of my loves, which is super hot heels. (The redder the sole the better).       I have linked these straight from  the you tube page because they are in HD  which really shows them off in all their polished glory.

   Hope you like.

More new art next week, Hope you all a have a lovely weekend

XXX

Andy

Story, An Evening With Andy Latex; Chapt' 2

Hi Everyone
  Continuing the Guest contributor theme this week (Oh yes it's a theme). Here is Chapter 2 of 5, telling the story of An Evening With Andy Latex.
Part 1
 https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/11/new-story-evening-with-andy-latex.html



An Evening With Andy Latex
 By Mandy Sweet Heart

Chapter two.

Just as is customary for me, those times when I am sat up front and Tracey is driving, I’m watching her how she balances her toes on the pedals so not to ruin her heels but mostly I am bemused at how sedately she drove when I remembered what she had between her legs, somehow she still achieves to cover the distance in much the same time it would take a featherbrained ‘boy-racer’.
Before long Tracey allowed the BMW to glide up to the entrance of The Hotel Le Six so I could make a spectacle of myself as I clambered out.
Just as natural when I enter a hushed environment the rustle of my deep purple, full length PVC dress causes heads to turn in our direction, it was only seeing me hobble on a set of crutches that kept the various guests eyes on me for a few seconds longer than is acceptable, nevertheless as soon as they seen Tracey behind me I felt their eyes dart towards her in amazement, I knew without looking a beam was spreading across her sweet face, Tracey loved every second of the attention when she wore her absolutely short satin pink maids dress as she knew the frills of her slick tight satin red panties were on view from behind, even knowing the rear was partly covered with a fanlike bow holding the tiny pinny in place would not shatter the illusion of her charmingly curvaceous grandeur.
Thankfully the concierge acted unflutered, even as the overhead spotlights reflected off the glossy textile I was wearing caught his eyes he appeared unfazed, and we were soon signed in. “Oh! Is the Rue Madame Gallery far from here?” I enquired before going to our suite.
“Yes ma’am. Forgive me, with your leg I am not sure if it will be easy for you, the Rue Madame Gallery is almost two kilometers and the streets are closed to all vehicles at this time of the year as the city festivities are celebrated this  week. You may be able to take a taxi most of the way but you will have to walk at least the last half a kilometer I afraid.”
We just left my cases and taking a taxi as far as we could before going the rest of the way on foot, on the cobbled streets I soon became a total wobbling lurcher as we finally turned into The Rue, grateful that my maid was stronger than she looked as I so needed to her body for support as well as the now hateful crutches. Feeling humbled by her assistance I graciously spotted the café opposite the gallery and asked Tracey to help me towards the closest free table so I could sit outside before instructing her to bring us some drinks...well, Tracey needed a rest too.
I would have loved to have seen the look on the old waiters’ face as Tracey first entered the café in her so sexy pink satin French maids outfit and glistening red glistening spicule five inch heels showing off her sculptured silk stocked legs to the full as she went to order us some hot drinks.
When the old man bought us our hot drink he was admiring my maids’ cleavage so much he almost missed the table with mine, which soon brought him to his senses!
Though I had never actually seen Andy before, or even a picture of him, as we sipped our drinks I realised the young man, approximately Traceys’ age I guessed, near the window was the person I was coming to see from him art. Maybe the person I was watching was slightly taller than I figured, from our position I guessed around five foot eight, close to four inches shorter than myself but his facial features resembled his drawings diligently. Adorable high cheekbones, full lips that just demanded to be coated with lipstick and exquisite rising brows above such aphrodisiac eyes.
As I observed Andy I could hear Tracey whisper. “Wow.” With a smile I glanced at her seeing her almost panting as she stared through squinting eyes at the man greeting those already inside.
Wanting to have some fun, blaming my knee, instantly I asked Tracey if she would speak to Andy for me. A rosiness raced across her cheeks as soon I asked, panting she pleaded. “Oh! Yes please, may I Mistress Mandy. I would love too.”
Even before I managed to finish explaining everything to my maid the girl was standing and the air was filled with the sound of her heels rapidly clipping across the road while I had an eyeful of her frilly tush whenever the tails of her apron lifted.
Poor Andy must have wondered what was going on as Tracey entered the gallery, one second he is politely talking to those invited and the next an individual dressed in what many would call a quirky, unconventional dress smoothly approached him; I loved at how pleasantly Tracey learnt to behave since I first mandated that she would no longer be wearing her silly male clothes and as my maidservant would always be dressed in in short PVC or satin dresses with hair kept in a distinctive feminine bob plus cosmetics on her face and nails, almost overnight she became alive showing off her wonderful female charms.
From where I was sat the bright winter sun was highlighting the folds in the scant skirt while Tracey fiddled with her red apron trim as she embarked on talking to him.
At long last, out of the tiny punk pink apron pocket, with her dinky hands’ detailing the perfect lovely long natural nails Tracey handed Andy my personal card, I could guess what she was saying, asking if he was interested to phone her Mistress, but it was Traceys’ reaction to Andy's’ reply that perplexed me; Tracey leaned towards him and murmured in his diamond studded ear before stepping backwards before swiftly raising her dainty fingers, as if in shock, covering her deep red scintillating lips as Andy verbalised something to her before giving my little maid a quick hug allowing me to see that in her six inch heels the two were the same height, then Tracey was almost skipping back across the closed road.
“So?” I insisted, not even letting her sit.
“Mistress!” Tracey gasped.
Allowing her time to compose herself I requested that she order us both another coffee and it was only after the garcon left that I prodded Tracey to tell me more.
“The kind gentleman. Andy, I mean, Mistress. He said he would be interested but only if  he could see me again.” Letting out a long sob then continued. “I tried to explain how I was different from most girls and how I belonged to you, my delightful Mistress Mandy, but Andy just said he still wanted to see me. I’m sorry Mistress.”
“That’s alright, Tracey. It’s not your fault that you can be so lovable at times, now I’m ready to go back, if you are  OK?”

Shadoman

Hi Everyone

   Very happy to say I have some more pieces from our friend Shadoman to share with you today. These are from an upcoming full comic which is being worked on as well speak, well maybe not right now as we speak because who knows what hours Shadoman keeps, do you? Well whatever.

Let's let Shadoman explain.......

  These are four panels from a new comic I'm working on but I thought I'd share as these images because they have a lovely feminized young man in a maid outfit , governed buy his God Mother who is in charge of home till he turns twenty one.

The story will evolve around three characters Lisa. The God-mother, Rick, her lover who she sees when he is not on assignment for a world news agency, and of course Dana Who's mother recently passed away and it is now Lisa obligation to look after his affairs,

Over the course of several months Dana is subjected to subliminal messages as he sleeps and slowly he evolves from a young man to a feminized Transgender. he undergoes, some operations and plastic surgery and looks more female than male with the exception of his chastised manhood.

It does not take long for Lisa to get Dana to admit to being her submissive, but before Dana commits, he want to try being a submissive for thirty days. Dana is given duties like cleaning the house wearing a very nice latex maid outfit with Lisa acting out the Dom wearing a catsuit.

Eventuially Rick come into the picture and Dana realizes that sometime before his Thirty days are up, he will have to have sexual relations with Lisa's Lover. 

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Sadoman

Thank you Shadoman

Hope you all enjoy

XXXX

Andy

New Art. "Understood"

Hi Everyone
  This weekend I am afraid you are stuck with me and my art and stuck is very much the theme, because once again we find ourselves high in the stratosphere battling evil goo monsters and sensual  space witches, from ....BEYOND THE VOID !!!!!!
      (Ed note: alright flyboy calm down, we ain't all space rangers you know)
Oh ok, What a shame,  I was just getting a head of steam up there.
   Anyway, yes we return to the 25th Century for a page from one of the classic comics, featuring Commander Andy Watson and his faithful sidekick Ensign Stevie in a rather close encounter.
    Captured by the evil Space Pharaoh, Clitopatra, it has been  decided  the safest place for Andy and Stevie is back on her home planet far from rescue.All the Space Pharaoh needs to do, is keep them under restraint until they reach their destination and Clitopatra has just the fiendish device for the job.
  Will they escape or are they doomed? Only time will tell .
   So strap yourselves in and blast off for adventure, as we travel with Commander Andy Watson... BEYOND THE STARS!!!!!
      (Ed Note: What did I tell you?)
Don't you think that should be in some sort of Star Wars crawl
      (Ed Note: What? what?. get out of italic and post the picture)
Ok but whilst I am in Italic, have you thought anymore about my idea for a Space adventure story, full of sensual Aliens and slime monsters, all hell bend on  teaching Andy a good slippery lesson, in bondage, and Latex and slime and .......and......stuff.
     (Ed Note: Oi not in my office, take it outside, I don't know, we'll have to see if the public are interested. Now, out of Italics before I set the dogs on you)
Right O...sorry...... Sorry... Right O.

Hope you like this
XXXX
Andy

New story: An evening with Andy Latex

Hi Everyone
    Here is part one of a short story written By our friend Mandy.
  It is a lovely story and just as RubberH's super story, uses the character of Andy in a new and loveky way.
Hope you enjoy
XXXX



An evening with Andy Latex.
By Mandy Sweet Heart. 

Chapter One.
I guess it all came about because of the stupid accident I had, even discovering and then followed up by the meeting with Andy was nothing but a bored chance event.
So how did it happen? I hear you asking.
I twisted my knee while skiing, I told you it was a totally senseless incident, maybe I should not have been eyeing up the young talent whilst on the piste.
It was just enough of an injury to stop me having a pleasurable time on the slopes. Well it’s not easy to schuss down a mountain with ones’ leg in plaster!
Nonetheless it gave me an excuse to mooch around the resort during the day then just relaxing with a glass of wine in the early evening plus waste a lot time exploring sites like ‘Youtube’, that is where I came across SweetAndyLatex and his wonderful art; as I was remarkably dismayed with the last few sales pitch I burrowed a bit deeper and began wondering if he would be receptive to engaging in a project to help launch my companies new products, then I seen on his latest blog page how he would be opening an art exhibition to display of his wondrous work in Paris and decided I would try to see him there.
Once I had decided to approach Andy I was on the phone to my maid, companion and just about anything I wish her to do to satisfy my desires.
Possibly I should spend a bit of time to enlighten you about my domestic help, Tracey. Actually in truth an enchanting young sissy boy that I just love having around. I encountered her almost five years ago, not long after I moved to the Kensington area of London. The respectfully sized victorian residence and grounds I had purchased, besides requiring a housekeeper or two also needed a gardener and one of the individuals who attended an interview was Tracey, at the time an eighteen year old boy who was known as Simon back then. As we discussed the position I couldn’t tell whether he was gay or anything but there was something about him, like somehow Simon had a certain femininity surrounding him that made me wonder if he really wished to be employed as a handyman and gardener, then without thinking I mentioned. “You know, Simon. I am also looking for a full time maid too?”
His facial expression practically lit up the room, I thought he would start begging me to hire him, then almost as soon as his face shown such eagerness it began to drop but Simon never denied his desire so I pushed it further. “I’ll dress your lovely petite body in gorgeous sissy maids’ dress everyday then you can enthusiastically do all the chores around the house for me, I would even require you wear makeup so you look all pretty all day.”
Simon appeared to think it over before coming out and saying. “I’m not gay you understand, Miss Sweet-Heart?” I explained that I didn’t care either way. “I like woman and just love wearing effeminate clothes also. I never meet a man I would want to sleep with, I think your very attractive with your lovely long wavy red hair, Miss Sweet-Heart, I only applied for the gardeners position because, well I guess it was manly work I should do but I would so love to serve you as a girly maidservant.”
Even being crucially submissive inevitably Tracey, the moniker I soon started insisting she was called, was not happy with everything, in some areas she was considerable abase and it took some training for her to discover her old life meant nothing to me; Tracey so disliked the smooth slithery PVC maids dresses I soon had her wearing, but being so epicene for a male she loved the sexy satin ones, Tracey so enjoyed being referred to a girl and as her duties entailed living in she appeared so relaxed everyday and within a few weeks Tracey transformed into a wonderful happy maid that needed hardly any training as far as chores were concerned; Tracey became so comfortable both indoors and going out a girl that within a month, along with being my housemaid, I was treating her as my companion and sometimes lover in the evenings so I was not surprised when Tracey arrived at the hotel wearing her very short pink maids outfit complete with small apron above the skirt of a dress that had so many layers of sweet lace petticoats that I would never having worn it when I was a five year old.
Though I was unexpectedly resting at the rear of the hotels’ barista, on the same afternoon I had phoned her, I knew Tracey had entered the building without seeing my girl enter in her six inch calla lily stilettos which poured sound across the hushed open areas with a resounding echo that reflected off every surface, I swung around to see to see her gorgeous face with immaculate make up, delightful royal purple nails matching her so glossy tinted red and purple lips, lips that were glistening so deeply it appeared as if the lipstick would soon drip from her full lips, eyes lined profoundly showing all her femininity, with liner so deep even when she blinked Tracey still looked open-eyed and flirtatious. As she sensually approached Tracey frowned down at me in her in such a concerned way that it looked out of place in such a sexy outfit. Mm, those lovely Unisa red shoes shaping her long feminine legs covered in fine black silk stocking that she only wore in chilly weather held in place black and red garters sprinkled with rose buds; from my lower position I could see her frilly red satin panties ruffling with every breath she took, as always I could tell a tight waist cincher sat snuggly under her dress and the C cup implants, that Tracey had unexpectedly asked for, displayed such an adorable covergirl cleavage. What I did find slightly unexpected was that Tracey had worn her pink leather collar around her neck all the way to France, I knew she was so proud of it when I handed it to her a few years ago but still I was impressed to see her wearing it now.
In her non masculine voice, Tracey enquired. “How are you Mistress? I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to serve and provide for you in your time of need.”
Permitting a gentle giggle to escape following her disquiet from not being able to serve me, I explained that I was basically fine apart from me knee and would need her to drive me back.
“Of course Mistress. I am sorry your holiday has been ruined but I will be glad having you at home again, I missed you so much, Mistress Mandy.”
“Good, you can start packing for me. I want to stop off in Paris to see someone about doing a project for me.” Thrusting her arm out Tracey snatched the door key off the table and demanded to know which room I was in. “Manners young Lady.”
Dropping to her knees, urging her hair around her ear so she could show off the cherry red gemstone earring there, Tracey beseeched me. “Sorry, Mistress Mandy. I just haven’t discharged any duties for you for almost two weeks.”
“OK, this time sweetie. It’s room 311, but take your time I want to leave early tomorrow morning, so you can rest first.”

New from Christeen

Hi Everyone

 No messing about, I have been away on a lovely trip and as usual need time to catch up. Over the next few weeks I will be sharing some of the super bits and bobs I have been sent. They are all wonderful and original. However speaking of originals here is the brilliant Christeen.

Enjoy

XXX

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

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 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