Hi Everyone
Here is the final part of Mandys lovely story.
XXX
Thank you Mandy
https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/01/an-evening-with-andy-chap-4.html
Chapter five.
It was with a sad facial expression given to me by Tracey while she serving my breakfast made me query if she was ill. “No Mistress. Sorry, it’s just that Andy will be leaving this morning, around ten.”
The two had become so very close over the past few day and Tracey would miss him, even if she was as cheerful as yesterday I would know how she really felt, I guess I will be unhappy when Andy is leaving too. Tracey was her old self yesterday, happily doing all her chores for me while Andy worked away either creating his art or assisting me in the office, I will so miss his intelligent charm brightening our home, particularly when relishing Tracey when I allowed them time to frolic, I’ll even miss the rich aroma of the moist, slick latex that I found moderately overbearing that first evening with its unfamiliar ambience almost acting as if the essence of latex was alive, inducing the aroma to seamlessly slither around me like a lover wrapping their arms and legs so seductively around me as we made love, however over the days whenever Andy so beautifully danced into my small office to show me his latest achievement or see if I needed any help I began to find an appreciation in the exquisite warm scent wrapped around his body from the plain black Latex blouse and a fabulous red A line skirt that unusually was cut well above the knee to show off the fabulous white and red PVC thigh high boots I delighted in seeing Andy in, I began to appreciate the warm redolence so significantly it was instigating me to consider having Tracey wearing a latex maids dress a few times a week.
Having asked Tracey to remove my mid length off white PVC dress, the one with the mandarin collar, and matching pure PVC panties, Andy gently tapped the door just as I bite into a slice of toast. Dressed in what looked like the same white blouse I had first seen him in however around his so slim waist he sported an amber peplum skirt that hid most of his sexy legs as it reached below his knees however at least the five inch golden sandals he had on today gave Andy some glamour. “Please Miss Mandy, may I ask you something?” Andy began with deep fearfulness in his sweet voice, while stepping into my bedchamber once I had nodded that he could, he continued. “I have received a mail from a client to do a project here in London, with your designs and my other work I wish to inquiring if maybe you would permit me to live here for a few months, maybe longer?”
“Eek!” The unfamiliar noise sounded as Tracey dropped the pair pantes she was removing from the shelf, nevertheless I could tell from the vitreous look in her eyes that it was the idea of Andy being around longer that had surprised her.
“Well,” I began as I steaded the fine bone china cup I almost knocked off the saucer when hearing the unexpected request, “Andy, I’m not sure. First Tracey must attend to my needs before yours.”
“Of course, Miss Mandy. I will be so busy anyway.” Andy promptly uttered.
Firmly I explained. “I don’t think you do understand, Andy. Tracey is more than just my maid and the past few days she, well I will just say has been neglecting her duties slightly.”
Andy looked as uneasy as he looked ravishing with his glowing cheeks, beautifully adorned eyes made up in an ancient Egyption style with gold and black liner plus of course his glistening full pink lips virtually oozing with luxuriously glossy balm, Tracey finally placing my underwear neatly on the side and hurried towards her new lover. “Please, Mistress, I will fully conduct myself accordingly to your wishes.”
As they stood so closely together I could see how fabulous their clothes matched while listening to the latex as it spoke in squeaky, rubbery tone due to being rubbed against the others, and more, fully understanding the exquisite feelings that they had grown for each other so quickly.
I ignored Tracey and looked at Andy. “Andy, when I wish Tracey to spend the night with me she will.”
Apart from a quick blink Andy looked unfazed. “Yes, Miss Mandy.”
It was the first time I really noticed Andy calling me Miss and wanted to praise him but continued. “Well Andy, one more thing.” Now Andy did look unsettled causing me to grin at last. “I want you to order me some more latex clothes, they will be for Tracey but not like that so charming French maids dress. I want to punish her by having my little maid covered head to toe in hot tight latex and I mean her head too. You can use my card. Will you do that for me, Andy?”
From the look on his face I imagined Andy was going to run for miles instead he held Tracey tightly against his cute feminine body and dramatically spoke up. “I don’t like the notion of punishing Tracey, Miss Mandy, but I do like the concept of her being covered in so much latex and just know the perfect products, would black be satisfactory with you, Miss Mandy?”
Hearing Andy state his unhappiness of my way of punishing Tracey I became less sure of my own idea of penalising my maid just because she had some fun, after all these years Tracey has always been such an amenable sissy maid, unfortunately for her I was unwilling to show any sign of changing my mind. As Tracey stood holding on to Andy too, I told him. “Sounds just perfect, she will look absolutely stark doing the chores. Will you still be needing to go back to Paris today?”
“I’m saddened to say that I do, Miss Mandy. The past few days have been extremely wondrous and the evenings,” somehow dragging Tracey even closer to his body, radiating goosebumps ran through me as Tracey let out a particularly womanly giggle, “have been less than unpleasant.” They slowly released each other after I asked Tracey to run my bath. “I so relished our evening at the party too, Miss Mandy, but I have to change and return to Paris for a week at most, I will so miss Tracey, being here able to dress in delightfully pleasing latex all the time and of course I will miss you too, Miss Mandy, you have been so gracious to me.”
“Thank you, Andy. Is it not acceptable for you to wear a lovely latex dress in Paris, Andy?”
“Ladies can, especially tourist but not men, not any more, politically it has been changing so quickly just lately, Miss Mandy.”
Smiling broadly, I blurted out. “Andy, I have noticed you calling me Miss, why the sudden change?”
Lowing his tone and eyes Andy expressed. “I’m sorry if I have offended you, I guess it could be Tracey always calling you Mistress, Mandy. I imagined you would like it and well, maybe I thought it would be so more respectful when I asked you if I could stay. I think I love Tracey and wanted you, Mandy, to say yes.”
“If you don’t mind, I really would like you to keep using the Miss, it sounds polite and respectable.” Andy nodded as he murmured he would. “Good girl, I would also like it if Tracey doesn’t know exactly the purchases you are going to make for me so please see to it that they are addressed to me. I will have you help her squeeze into them so I would also like you to make sure they are particularly constricting around her waist and uplifting Traceys’ breasts, the costume will be very sexy on her then, Andy.” I could see Andy shake as if he was becoming almost aroused at the idea. “Now run along sweetie so I can bathe, I’ll send Tracey to you shortly, alright?”
Wanting to give Andy and my maid time to tell each other how they felt, I just entrusted that Andy would not say what clothing was on order, thusly before dressing I spent longer in the bath than normal.
Seeing the two almost smouldering as they were skating around the kitchen to the soft music playing on the radio did not disappoint me in any way, with Tracey in her new short latex dress that Andy I given her, and coordinating lacquered dark red shoes, the dress so smooth across her upper body as it was clinging to her skin to gave me the illusion it really was sprayed onto her as the ripples of webbing oozed tightly against her, as she pirouetted the latex quivered letting out a squawked whimper that only latex can and the long, wide tails of the apron shimmying away from her with every twirl. No it was Andy in his attire that disheartened me, he was in a smart silk light grey business suit and wearing rather manly, formal dark grey shoes and I felt that was completely amiss. Without paying attention to me entering the kitchen Andy had clutched her bedecked, bedazzling gold canopied butt pulling her tightly towards his body so they could kiss as the orchestra was decreasing the melody.
“You look improperly dressed like that, Andy.” I blurt out as their lips parted. “You really are leaving us for a few days?” With downcast eyes Andy sadly told us that he had to. “I hope you have saved a dance for me?” I asked with an abnormal determination towards him.
Releasing Tracey from his eager hands Andy gently placed his hands on my shoulders,
then almost unnoticed flashed his charming blue eyes towards the wall clock before
gazing up to mine. “I’m so sorry, Miss Mandy. I’m already a bit late for the train, I’ve not
long called a taxi and it should be here soon.” Giving me a soft peck on the cheek he
continued. “I promise I will save the very next one for you, when I return, Miss Mandy.
That’s if I may still reside here with you and if you wear a lovely dress like this? I just
simply can’t believe how soft this PVC is, it’s almost like it is lubricated with an anointed
oil.”
Still standing scarcely behind Andy, Tracey grimaced at me in panic. Not wanting to
taunt my maid I promptly replied. “Of course you can stay with us, Andy. Presumably
not as much as Tracey but I can hardly wait and I want that dance from you.” Seeing
Tracey loosen herself by exhaling a deeply breathe across Andys’ neck, I added. “Tracey,
please take my car and drive Andy to the station, I’ll see to the Taxi driver. And Tracey
make sure you don’t take all day over saying goodbye you have still have every last one
of your chores to do today, young lady.”
Receiving a tiny polite bob from Andy and an exceedingly low curtsy from Tracey as she
so joyfully expressed. “Thank you Mistress, thank you so very much.”
With arms around each others waist the two quickly skipped off together leaving me
some undisturbed time I bound off to my office to order a surprise gift or two for my
maid and new friend.
XXXX
Here is the final part of Mandys lovely story.
XXX
Thank you Mandy
https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/01/an-evening-with-andy-chap-4.html
Chapter five.
It was with a sad facial expression given to me by Tracey while she serving my breakfast made me query if she was ill. “No Mistress. Sorry, it’s just that Andy will be leaving this morning, around ten.”
The two had become so very close over the past few day and Tracey would miss him, even if she was as cheerful as yesterday I would know how she really felt, I guess I will be unhappy when Andy is leaving too. Tracey was her old self yesterday, happily doing all her chores for me while Andy worked away either creating his art or assisting me in the office, I will so miss his intelligent charm brightening our home, particularly when relishing Tracey when I allowed them time to frolic, I’ll even miss the rich aroma of the moist, slick latex that I found moderately overbearing that first evening with its unfamiliar ambience almost acting as if the essence of latex was alive, inducing the aroma to seamlessly slither around me like a lover wrapping their arms and legs so seductively around me as we made love, however over the days whenever Andy so beautifully danced into my small office to show me his latest achievement or see if I needed any help I began to find an appreciation in the exquisite warm scent wrapped around his body from the plain black Latex blouse and a fabulous red A line skirt that unusually was cut well above the knee to show off the fabulous white and red PVC thigh high boots I delighted in seeing Andy in, I began to appreciate the warm redolence so significantly it was instigating me to consider having Tracey wearing a latex maids dress a few times a week.
Having asked Tracey to remove my mid length off white PVC dress, the one with the mandarin collar, and matching pure PVC panties, Andy gently tapped the door just as I bite into a slice of toast. Dressed in what looked like the same white blouse I had first seen him in however around his so slim waist he sported an amber peplum skirt that hid most of his sexy legs as it reached below his knees however at least the five inch golden sandals he had on today gave Andy some glamour. “Please Miss Mandy, may I ask you something?” Andy began with deep fearfulness in his sweet voice, while stepping into my bedchamber once I had nodded that he could, he continued. “I have received a mail from a client to do a project here in London, with your designs and my other work I wish to inquiring if maybe you would permit me to live here for a few months, maybe longer?”
“Eek!” The unfamiliar noise sounded as Tracey dropped the pair pantes she was removing from the shelf, nevertheless I could tell from the vitreous look in her eyes that it was the idea of Andy being around longer that had surprised her.
“Well,” I began as I steaded the fine bone china cup I almost knocked off the saucer when hearing the unexpected request, “Andy, I’m not sure. First Tracey must attend to my needs before yours.”
“Of course, Miss Mandy. I will be so busy anyway.” Andy promptly uttered.
Firmly I explained. “I don’t think you do understand, Andy. Tracey is more than just my maid and the past few days she, well I will just say has been neglecting her duties slightly.”
Andy looked as uneasy as he looked ravishing with his glowing cheeks, beautifully adorned eyes made up in an ancient Egyption style with gold and black liner plus of course his glistening full pink lips virtually oozing with luxuriously glossy balm, Tracey finally placing my underwear neatly on the side and hurried towards her new lover. “Please, Mistress, I will fully conduct myself accordingly to your wishes.”
As they stood so closely together I could see how fabulous their clothes matched while listening to the latex as it spoke in squeaky, rubbery tone due to being rubbed against the others, and more, fully understanding the exquisite feelings that they had grown for each other so quickly.
I ignored Tracey and looked at Andy. “Andy, when I wish Tracey to spend the night with me she will.”
Apart from a quick blink Andy looked unfazed. “Yes, Miss Mandy.”
It was the first time I really noticed Andy calling me Miss and wanted to praise him but continued. “Well Andy, one more thing.” Now Andy did look unsettled causing me to grin at last. “I want you to order me some more latex clothes, they will be for Tracey but not like that so charming French maids dress. I want to punish her by having my little maid covered head to toe in hot tight latex and I mean her head too. You can use my card. Will you do that for me, Andy?”
From the look on his face I imagined Andy was going to run for miles instead he held Tracey tightly against his cute feminine body and dramatically spoke up. “I don’t like the notion of punishing Tracey, Miss Mandy, but I do like the concept of her being covered in so much latex and just know the perfect products, would black be satisfactory with you, Miss Mandy?”
Hearing Andy state his unhappiness of my way of punishing Tracey I became less sure of my own idea of penalising my maid just because she had some fun, after all these years Tracey has always been such an amenable sissy maid, unfortunately for her I was unwilling to show any sign of changing my mind. As Tracey stood holding on to Andy too, I told him. “Sounds just perfect, she will look absolutely stark doing the chores. Will you still be needing to go back to Paris today?”
“I’m saddened to say that I do, Miss Mandy. The past few days have been extremely wondrous and the evenings,” somehow dragging Tracey even closer to his body, radiating goosebumps ran through me as Tracey let out a particularly womanly giggle, “have been less than unpleasant.” They slowly released each other after I asked Tracey to run my bath. “I so relished our evening at the party too, Miss Mandy, but I have to change and return to Paris for a week at most, I will so miss Tracey, being here able to dress in delightfully pleasing latex all the time and of course I will miss you too, Miss Mandy, you have been so gracious to me.”
“Thank you, Andy. Is it not acceptable for you to wear a lovely latex dress in Paris, Andy?”
“Ladies can, especially tourist but not men, not any more, politically it has been changing so quickly just lately, Miss Mandy.”
Smiling broadly, I blurted out. “Andy, I have noticed you calling me Miss, why the sudden change?”
Lowing his tone and eyes Andy expressed. “I’m sorry if I have offended you, I guess it could be Tracey always calling you Mistress, Mandy. I imagined you would like it and well, maybe I thought it would be so more respectful when I asked you if I could stay. I think I love Tracey and wanted you, Mandy, to say yes.”
“If you don’t mind, I really would like you to keep using the Miss, it sounds polite and respectable.” Andy nodded as he murmured he would. “Good girl, I would also like it if Tracey doesn’t know exactly the purchases you are going to make for me so please see to it that they are addressed to me. I will have you help her squeeze into them so I would also like you to make sure they are particularly constricting around her waist and uplifting Traceys’ breasts, the costume will be very sexy on her then, Andy.” I could see Andy shake as if he was becoming almost aroused at the idea. “Now run along sweetie so I can bathe, I’ll send Tracey to you shortly, alright?”
Wanting to give Andy and my maid time to tell each other how they felt, I just entrusted that Andy would not say what clothing was on order, thusly before dressing I spent longer in the bath than normal.
Seeing the two almost smouldering as they were skating around the kitchen to the soft music playing on the radio did not disappoint me in any way, with Tracey in her new short latex dress that Andy I given her, and coordinating lacquered dark red shoes, the dress so smooth across her upper body as it was clinging to her skin to gave me the illusion it really was sprayed onto her as the ripples of webbing oozed tightly against her, as she pirouetted the latex quivered letting out a squawked whimper that only latex can and the long, wide tails of the apron shimmying away from her with every twirl. No it was Andy in his attire that disheartened me, he was in a smart silk light grey business suit and wearing rather manly, formal dark grey shoes and I felt that was completely amiss. Without paying attention to me entering the kitchen Andy had clutched her bedecked, bedazzling gold canopied butt pulling her tightly towards his body so they could kiss as the orchestra was decreasing the melody.
“You look improperly dressed like that, Andy.” I blurt out as their lips parted. “You really are leaving us for a few days?” With downcast eyes Andy sadly told us that he had to. “I hope you have saved a dance for me?” I asked with an abnormal determination towards him.
Releasing Tracey from his eager hands Andy gently placed his hands on my shoulders,
then almost unnoticed flashed his charming blue eyes towards the wall clock before
gazing up to mine. “I’m so sorry, Miss Mandy. I’m already a bit late for the train, I’ve not
long called a taxi and it should be here soon.” Giving me a soft peck on the cheek he
continued. “I promise I will save the very next one for you, when I return, Miss Mandy.
That’s if I may still reside here with you and if you wear a lovely dress like this? I just
simply can’t believe how soft this PVC is, it’s almost like it is lubricated with an anointed
oil.”
Still standing scarcely behind Andy, Tracey grimaced at me in panic. Not wanting to
taunt my maid I promptly replied. “Of course you can stay with us, Andy. Presumably
not as much as Tracey but I can hardly wait and I want that dance from you.” Seeing
Tracey loosen herself by exhaling a deeply breathe across Andys’ neck, I added. “Tracey,
please take my car and drive Andy to the station, I’ll see to the Taxi driver. And Tracey
make sure you don’t take all day over saying goodbye you have still have every last one
of your chores to do today, young lady.”
Receiving a tiny polite bob from Andy and an exceedingly low curtsy from Tracey as she
so joyfully expressed. “Thank you Mistress, thank you so very much.”
With arms around each others waist the two quickly skipped off together leaving me
some undisturbed time I bound off to my office to order a surprise gift or two for my
maid and new friend.
XXXX
