Hi Everyone
Suffering from mid-week blues, well here is a treat to raise your spirits
Thank you Christeen for letting me share
XXX
Tuesday 30 April 2019
Monday 29 April 2019
All According to Plan. Chapt 2
Hi Everyone
Time for a new week and to start it is Chapter 2 of Mandy Sweet Hearts super story All According to Plan
Part one of which is here
https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/04/welcome-to-guest-week.html
XXX
Andy
All According to Plan.
By Mandy Sweet heart.
***To keep this tale within the ‘Lady Jane & Andy’ worlds
I have taken a few liberties with the delightful stories
& exciting artwork created by Sweet Andy Latex.
Thank you.
Chapter Two.
As soon as they reached the ground floor Jane went straight towards the coat closet,
removing a short pale lavender satin mac that she handed to Andy alongside illustrating
to him. “There was a slight frost last night so you might want to wear this.” And selected
a red knee length one for herself.
It finally dawned on Andy that maybe his aunt may not entirely be playing a game and
he was going to have to go out shopping dressed as he was. “I can’t go outside like this
aunt Jane, please don’t make me.” He begged. “It will be much too embarrassing if I see
anyone from college. I will do anything, I will repay you and do the chores.”
Imposing on her current feelings of euphoria Jane forcibly pushed herself to show mild
anger at him and informed her nephew in a slightly raised her voice. “You can and you
will go out dressed as you are Andy, because I wish it!” Having only heard this voice
once before and then directed towards his siblings Andy knew that there was no way he
could pacifier her, soundlessly he accepted the jacket which teased his skin deliciously as
he passively slid the satin over the glossy sleek blouse.
The mac was fixed in place by only an inch wide belt and when Andy timidly went to rest
the right side over the left Jane gently spoke up. “No darling, you will spoil the look, do
it like your blouse, left on top.” Excitedly watching her nephew undertaking the simple
task without any further outbursts provided Jane with a tiny yummy shudder of elation
leaving her to relax the dissatisfaction fully and praised him. “Wonderful, darling. We
best say that you’re my niece if anyone asks, and don’t look worried Andy, you look so
adorable even I feel you are my niece.”
They drove into central London without talking much, Jane strove to start a
conversation or two but Andy just sat there sulking, distant in his mind the young lad
felt confused, both ludicrous and enraptured at how feminine he looked. When Jane
stopped for the lights she glanced in his direction, chuckling. “You look so cute when
you pout, Andy.” However it didn’t cheer him up any and as they drew closer to the
main shopping district Andy was predominantly worried that one of his college friends
might see him or worst they might recognise who it was dressed in such feminine attire
and makeup causing him to believing his face needed no blusher to make it glow as they
entered the parking garage.
If Jane had know how demurely her nephew would have stepped out of her flamboyant
scarlet mercedes SL coupe she may have bought a skirt for him, with both legs lightly
together Andy swung them out of the car before standing. It was as if emerging from a
car dressed in such an unmanly outfit was merely a normal natural event, Andy enabled
his weight to diffuse seamlessly down the tall sexy acicular heels by straightening his
back and holding his head high before he casually took Lady Janes’ hand as soon as he
unpretentiously reached the dignified lady and allowed his aunt to lead the way out of
the underground parking facilities.
Jane had been watching his graceful, involuntary gestures and her heart skipped a beat
from the pride she felt towards him. “Thank you, Andy.” Jane softly expressed as she
accepted his hand only moderately surprised at Andy wanting to hold hers’. “We will be
going to Christians’ for an early lunch before the shops.”
He was only slightly distressed about the feeling of his hips swinging thoughtlessly while
trusting he could keep his balance in the five inch heels, from time to time listening to
his stilettos tapping in rhythm with his beautiful companion, Andy loved the experience
he felt from the soft slinky silk like clothing caressing him in a dreamy perception of
appreciation he knew he could never explain to his college friends.
As they were walking, hands still together, thanks to Janes’ tremendous skill with
cosmetics anyone could see how closely they resembled each other, although Andys’
covered legs were as lovely as they were long purely looked just a shade shorter than his
aunts’ in the higher heels.
Acknowledging that this was the most selective part of the city made it easier for the
boys’ first expedition as it was unlikely that any of his friends would be here thus by the
time they made their way towards the restaurant Andy started to relax in the female
persona he had been forced into and even found himself glancing at the shop windows
to admire himself, as they passed one boutique he twitched at Janes’ hand making her
pause to look at him, raising the pitch of his voice he claimed. “That’s a lovely trouser
suit, auntie Jane.” The item Andy was pointing to was made of deep pink Italian silk and
had deep flared bottoms with a strappy cami top and military fashion jacket.
Jane leaned to take a closer look cooing. “Not my colour darling.” Andy peered at her,
from that quizzical look she understood he meant for him and detected the deep love
and pride she always had for this exceptional boy surface again. Exclusively so Andy
could reveal the true beauty held within himself Jane wondered how far she could wrap
him around her little finger. “Your right, Andy, it would look really lovely on you.” The
affection she put into the words made Andy blush. “Maybe later I haven’t had any
breakfast today.”
It was only a short walk for them to reach Christians’ from the storefront nevertheless as
their heels continued to make music on the footpath they heard two loud whistles rising
above the busy traffic, blushing shyly the boy quickly glanced around. Making his
rosiness deepen Jane selfishly said to him “They were for you, Andy.” Continuing as the
two entered the restaurant she added. “In future just look ahead and keep walking,
darling.”
“My Lady Jane, how charming it is to see you in our humble establishment again.” The
maitre cheerful welcomed them. “And who is this most beautiful, charming lady you are
so generous to favour us with?”
Andy could feel his blush turn crimson even before Jane introduced him. “This is my
lovely niece Andy, Ares.” Jane watched the confused expression appear on the mans’
face before informing him. “Spelt with an I,E.”
“Ah! Of course, Lady Jane. I’m so pleased to meet you Andie, someone as exquisite as
yourself will always be welcome here.” After passing on some further increasingly
flattering compliments to the two of them plus allowing staff to assist them with their
coats they followed Ares request. “Please come this way, I have your favourite table
waiting for my preferred people.”
Having afforded merely a short time for Andy to relax again the two were escorted
toward the exclusive centre table opposite the door, permitting all entering or simply
walking past to see them both, causing Andy to fluster slightly at the mere thought of
how many people glance into to the elegantly ornamented restaurant.
Exactly as when Andy exited the car he sat in such an easy feminine fashion for any
persons’ first day wearing such alluring five inch heels, Jane felt short of breath as she
observed Andy flexing at the knees while keeping his body comfortably erective as he
slid flawlessly into the seat he was being offered. As soon as they were left alone Jane
leaned forward. “Don’t distress yourself, Andy, but I’ve been amazed while watching
you, how often do you rehearse such unstressed, feminine postures?”
Very sheepishly he replied. “Never really auntie. When I was younger I used to imagine I
found myself copying you but I guess I just watch a lot of ladies.”
Jane was silently considering the suggestion that Andy must be so unconfident starting
a conversation with the fair gender and just as she was feeling saddened for him a tall
slim waiter introduced himself as Will; Andy gasped at the name before he hesitatingly
gazed up while accepting one of the menus the young handsome man was offering
enabling Andy to realise it was not his college friend. Andy looked closely at the young
waiter feeling a stirring he had never been aware of before and without thinking he
began fluttering his lashes and smiling gratefully.
Jane noticed how lovingly open that smile was but restrained the urge to tease her
nephew and merely asked what he wished to eat.
Enjoying a sweet potato salad each Andy failed to help himself, practically every time
Will sauntered past their table the feminised boy just could not stop himself from
quickly throwing him a peek or sending the waiter the odd wink.
“You’re so naughty as girl, Andy.” Jane informed her companion and Andy instantly
grasped at how flirtatious he must have been if Jane had seen him.
“Sorry aunt Jane.” He humbly said.
Lightly giggling. “Don’t be silly, darling. It’s lovely to see you so alive, it shows a whole
new side I hardly believed might exist.”
Leaving the establishment an hour after they had arrived Andy queried. “Where are we
going now aunt Jane.”
“Just to buy a new outfit, Andy. Are you alright?”
Assuming from the way she spoke they would be looking at clothes for Jane, Andy
cheerfully insisted. “Yes, thank you auntie Jane, though these shoes are beginning to
make my feet ache.” If Andy had known he had a forty five minute labyrinth walk ahead
of him, entirely because Lady Jane wanted numerable affluent people to see such a
beauty with her, the boy might have complained a bit more.
Barely seeing the steadily shimmering long pearlised blue latex dress as it tightly
hugging a manikin in the tinted window Jane looked up to check the name, seeing it
informed everyone that it was Honour, she chirped. “We’re here, Andy. I’m sure we
can find an original ravishing outfit for you in this store.”
Having squinted at the dress once Andy appreciated what his aunt wished and
attempted to stop her escorting him towards the entrance, Andy gasped and begged in
his soft tender tone. “Please auntie Jane, please don’t make me wear a dress too.”
With pedestrians flawless traveling around the two, Jane spun on her heels and stared at
the boy with her eyes appearing to flash to a darker green. “You will do as I say,” then
something inclement flittered in her mind, “or would you prefer your friends see some
videos of you dressed as you are? I’m sure the houses’ security camera will have a fair
few wonderful images.”
Slowly lowering his head and shaking it at the same time Andy knew he was trapped and
resignedly followed his aunt into the premises. As Jane closed the door Andy gave a
groaning cringe at the warm humid scent of rubber as it proceeded to envelope them
before, wide eyed, he gasped with astonishment as the ambrosial aroma profoundly
filled his mind.
Seeing the cheerful assistant Jane inquired. “Hello, could you tell me where I might find
your French maid dresses?”
“Yes ma’am, this way.” The tall looking young girl, dressed in tight lustrous blue latex
shorts and a red latex top that invited her respectable bosom to try and overflow the
tight confines of its low V neckline stepped from behind the low counter, as her footwear
came in view they could see the cheerful cherry three inch platform boots bearing eight
inch needle spiked heels. “Any particular French style?” The girl asked as she led them
towards the rear of the store.
“Oh yes,” with the way Andy had been before they reached the boutique Jane had been
imagining just what she had set her mind on, “exceptionally short and exceedingly
feminine with several layers of underskirts and I wish it to be lilac to match my
nephews’ shoes.” Jane could feel Andys’ cringing shudder as she eased him into view
despite them slowly following girl while trying to admire the gorgeous latex gowns as
went.
The girl stopped and swung around to look at poor Andy standing close to Jane with his
head lowered in shame, but having served many dominates in the past she just chimed
and continued to make her way through the store. “Of course, ma’am and may I say how
lovely your nephew looks in the outfit you are allowing him to wear today.” By the time
the girl had finished her statement, now feeling richly sucked in by being so fully
engulfed in the fragrance of the surrounding latex attire, they arrived at the uniform
display area. “This one's my favorite and not for fancy dress, it’s extra rigorous to help
reduce the waist further.” The assistant purred as she lifted one of the hanging dresses.
Jane squealed with delight as she caressed the soft glossy latex and admired the five
layers of petticoats. “Oh, it’s so beautiful what do you think, Andy?” The most he could
manage was to set free was soft whimper while Jane rested the dress against body and
whispered. “If it wasn’t for your outburst just now I would never have said you were my
nephew, now behave.”
“Looks a perfect size too,” The girl announced as she smiled broadly witnessing Andys’
absolute displeasure before she enlightened Jane, “so tight and stringent just like an
impeccable latex should be when a devoted young maid is carrying out her daily chores
for her stunning Mistress, scrupulously sealed to his skin.”
Even Jane almost permitted a gasp to escape her cool composure as the girl intensified
her tone of voice when saying, ‘his’. To hide her thrill Jane cooly emphasised. “We will
need underwear, headband and aprons for my maid too.”
By the time they exited the store with an extra large shiny silver carrier full of glossy
latex goodies Jane noticed how watery Andys’ eyes appeared. “Fear not my darling, you
will be wonderful as my new maid, I know you will want to please me so much more
than the last girl.”
After what had just been said inside of the boutique Andy knew this was not the best
place to beg or complain so he softly rested his palm against his aunts’ offered hand so
he could be guided back though the busy streets to car park.
Grateful to finally see the gates to Janes’ home Andy depressingly implored. “Please
aunt Jane, I will do the all chores as you wish, please don’t make me wear that dress.”
Jane did not even look at him as she parked the car, only advising Andy to have an early
night.
Time for a new week and to start it is Chapter 2 of Mandy Sweet Hearts super story All According to Plan
Part one of which is here
https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/04/welcome-to-guest-week.html
XXX
Andy
All According to Plan.
By Mandy Sweet heart.
***To keep this tale within the ‘Lady Jane & Andy’ worlds
I have taken a few liberties with the delightful stories
& exciting artwork created by Sweet Andy Latex.
Thank you.
Chapter Two.
As soon as they reached the ground floor Jane went straight towards the coat closet,
removing a short pale lavender satin mac that she handed to Andy alongside illustrating
to him. “There was a slight frost last night so you might want to wear this.” And selected
a red knee length one for herself.
It finally dawned on Andy that maybe his aunt may not entirely be playing a game and
he was going to have to go out shopping dressed as he was. “I can’t go outside like this
aunt Jane, please don’t make me.” He begged. “It will be much too embarrassing if I see
anyone from college. I will do anything, I will repay you and do the chores.”
Imposing on her current feelings of euphoria Jane forcibly pushed herself to show mild
anger at him and informed her nephew in a slightly raised her voice. “You can and you
will go out dressed as you are Andy, because I wish it!” Having only heard this voice
once before and then directed towards his siblings Andy knew that there was no way he
could pacifier her, soundlessly he accepted the jacket which teased his skin deliciously as
he passively slid the satin over the glossy sleek blouse.
The mac was fixed in place by only an inch wide belt and when Andy timidly went to rest
the right side over the left Jane gently spoke up. “No darling, you will spoil the look, do
it like your blouse, left on top.” Excitedly watching her nephew undertaking the simple
task without any further outbursts provided Jane with a tiny yummy shudder of elation
leaving her to relax the dissatisfaction fully and praised him. “Wonderful, darling. We
best say that you’re my niece if anyone asks, and don’t look worried Andy, you look so
adorable even I feel you are my niece.”
They drove into central London without talking much, Jane strove to start a
conversation or two but Andy just sat there sulking, distant in his mind the young lad
felt confused, both ludicrous and enraptured at how feminine he looked. When Jane
stopped for the lights she glanced in his direction, chuckling. “You look so cute when
you pout, Andy.” However it didn’t cheer him up any and as they drew closer to the
main shopping district Andy was predominantly worried that one of his college friends
might see him or worst they might recognise who it was dressed in such feminine attire
and makeup causing him to believing his face needed no blusher to make it glow as they
entered the parking garage.
If Jane had know how demurely her nephew would have stepped out of her flamboyant
scarlet mercedes SL coupe she may have bought a skirt for him, with both legs lightly
together Andy swung them out of the car before standing. It was as if emerging from a
car dressed in such an unmanly outfit was merely a normal natural event, Andy enabled
his weight to diffuse seamlessly down the tall sexy acicular heels by straightening his
back and holding his head high before he casually took Lady Janes’ hand as soon as he
unpretentiously reached the dignified lady and allowed his aunt to lead the way out of
the underground parking facilities.
Jane had been watching his graceful, involuntary gestures and her heart skipped a beat
from the pride she felt towards him. “Thank you, Andy.” Jane softly expressed as she
accepted his hand only moderately surprised at Andy wanting to hold hers’. “We will be
going to Christians’ for an early lunch before the shops.”
He was only slightly distressed about the feeling of his hips swinging thoughtlessly while
trusting he could keep his balance in the five inch heels, from time to time listening to
his stilettos tapping in rhythm with his beautiful companion, Andy loved the experience
he felt from the soft slinky silk like clothing caressing him in a dreamy perception of
appreciation he knew he could never explain to his college friends.
As they were walking, hands still together, thanks to Janes’ tremendous skill with
cosmetics anyone could see how closely they resembled each other, although Andys’
covered legs were as lovely as they were long purely looked just a shade shorter than his
aunts’ in the higher heels.
Acknowledging that this was the most selective part of the city made it easier for the
boys’ first expedition as it was unlikely that any of his friends would be here thus by the
time they made their way towards the restaurant Andy started to relax in the female
persona he had been forced into and even found himself glancing at the shop windows
to admire himself, as they passed one boutique he twitched at Janes’ hand making her
pause to look at him, raising the pitch of his voice he claimed. “That’s a lovely trouser
suit, auntie Jane.” The item Andy was pointing to was made of deep pink Italian silk and
had deep flared bottoms with a strappy cami top and military fashion jacket.
Jane leaned to take a closer look cooing. “Not my colour darling.” Andy peered at her,
from that quizzical look she understood he meant for him and detected the deep love
and pride she always had for this exceptional boy surface again. Exclusively so Andy
could reveal the true beauty held within himself Jane wondered how far she could wrap
him around her little finger. “Your right, Andy, it would look really lovely on you.” The
affection she put into the words made Andy blush. “Maybe later I haven’t had any
breakfast today.”
It was only a short walk for them to reach Christians’ from the storefront nevertheless as
their heels continued to make music on the footpath they heard two loud whistles rising
above the busy traffic, blushing shyly the boy quickly glanced around. Making his
rosiness deepen Jane selfishly said to him “They were for you, Andy.” Continuing as the
two entered the restaurant she added. “In future just look ahead and keep walking,
darling.”
“My Lady Jane, how charming it is to see you in our humble establishment again.” The
maitre cheerful welcomed them. “And who is this most beautiful, charming lady you are
so generous to favour us with?”
Andy could feel his blush turn crimson even before Jane introduced him. “This is my
lovely niece Andy, Ares.” Jane watched the confused expression appear on the mans’
face before informing him. “Spelt with an I,E.”
“Ah! Of course, Lady Jane. I’m so pleased to meet you Andie, someone as exquisite as
yourself will always be welcome here.” After passing on some further increasingly
flattering compliments to the two of them plus allowing staff to assist them with their
coats they followed Ares request. “Please come this way, I have your favourite table
waiting for my preferred people.”
Having afforded merely a short time for Andy to relax again the two were escorted
toward the exclusive centre table opposite the door, permitting all entering or simply
walking past to see them both, causing Andy to fluster slightly at the mere thought of
how many people glance into to the elegantly ornamented restaurant.
Exactly as when Andy exited the car he sat in such an easy feminine fashion for any
persons’ first day wearing such alluring five inch heels, Jane felt short of breath as she
observed Andy flexing at the knees while keeping his body comfortably erective as he
slid flawlessly into the seat he was being offered. As soon as they were left alone Jane
leaned forward. “Don’t distress yourself, Andy, but I’ve been amazed while watching
you, how often do you rehearse such unstressed, feminine postures?”
Very sheepishly he replied. “Never really auntie. When I was younger I used to imagine I
found myself copying you but I guess I just watch a lot of ladies.”
Jane was silently considering the suggestion that Andy must be so unconfident starting
a conversation with the fair gender and just as she was feeling saddened for him a tall
slim waiter introduced himself as Will; Andy gasped at the name before he hesitatingly
gazed up while accepting one of the menus the young handsome man was offering
enabling Andy to realise it was not his college friend. Andy looked closely at the young
waiter feeling a stirring he had never been aware of before and without thinking he
began fluttering his lashes and smiling gratefully.
Jane noticed how lovingly open that smile was but restrained the urge to tease her
nephew and merely asked what he wished to eat.
Enjoying a sweet potato salad each Andy failed to help himself, practically every time
Will sauntered past their table the feminised boy just could not stop himself from
quickly throwing him a peek or sending the waiter the odd wink.
“You’re so naughty as girl, Andy.” Jane informed her companion and Andy instantly
grasped at how flirtatious he must have been if Jane had seen him.
“Sorry aunt Jane.” He humbly said.
Lightly giggling. “Don’t be silly, darling. It’s lovely to see you so alive, it shows a whole
new side I hardly believed might exist.”
Leaving the establishment an hour after they had arrived Andy queried. “Where are we
going now aunt Jane.”
“Just to buy a new outfit, Andy. Are you alright?”
Assuming from the way she spoke they would be looking at clothes for Jane, Andy
cheerfully insisted. “Yes, thank you auntie Jane, though these shoes are beginning to
make my feet ache.” If Andy had known he had a forty five minute labyrinth walk ahead
of him, entirely because Lady Jane wanted numerable affluent people to see such a
beauty with her, the boy might have complained a bit more.
Barely seeing the steadily shimmering long pearlised blue latex dress as it tightly
hugging a manikin in the tinted window Jane looked up to check the name, seeing it
informed everyone that it was Honour, she chirped. “We’re here, Andy. I’m sure we
can find an original ravishing outfit for you in this store.”
Having squinted at the dress once Andy appreciated what his aunt wished and
attempted to stop her escorting him towards the entrance, Andy gasped and begged in
his soft tender tone. “Please auntie Jane, please don’t make me wear a dress too.”
With pedestrians flawless traveling around the two, Jane spun on her heels and stared at
the boy with her eyes appearing to flash to a darker green. “You will do as I say,” then
something inclement flittered in her mind, “or would you prefer your friends see some
videos of you dressed as you are? I’m sure the houses’ security camera will have a fair
few wonderful images.”
Slowly lowering his head and shaking it at the same time Andy knew he was trapped and
resignedly followed his aunt into the premises. As Jane closed the door Andy gave a
groaning cringe at the warm humid scent of rubber as it proceeded to envelope them
before, wide eyed, he gasped with astonishment as the ambrosial aroma profoundly
filled his mind.
Seeing the cheerful assistant Jane inquired. “Hello, could you tell me where I might find
your French maid dresses?”
“Yes ma’am, this way.” The tall looking young girl, dressed in tight lustrous blue latex
shorts and a red latex top that invited her respectable bosom to try and overflow the
tight confines of its low V neckline stepped from behind the low counter, as her footwear
came in view they could see the cheerful cherry three inch platform boots bearing eight
inch needle spiked heels. “Any particular French style?” The girl asked as she led them
towards the rear of the store.
“Oh yes,” with the way Andy had been before they reached the boutique Jane had been
imagining just what she had set her mind on, “exceptionally short and exceedingly
feminine with several layers of underskirts and I wish it to be lilac to match my
nephews’ shoes.” Jane could feel Andys’ cringing shudder as she eased him into view
despite them slowly following girl while trying to admire the gorgeous latex gowns as
went.
The girl stopped and swung around to look at poor Andy standing close to Jane with his
head lowered in shame, but having served many dominates in the past she just chimed
and continued to make her way through the store. “Of course, ma’am and may I say how
lovely your nephew looks in the outfit you are allowing him to wear today.” By the time
the girl had finished her statement, now feeling richly sucked in by being so fully
engulfed in the fragrance of the surrounding latex attire, they arrived at the uniform
display area. “This one's my favorite and not for fancy dress, it’s extra rigorous to help
reduce the waist further.” The assistant purred as she lifted one of the hanging dresses.
Jane squealed with delight as she caressed the soft glossy latex and admired the five
layers of petticoats. “Oh, it’s so beautiful what do you think, Andy?” The most he could
manage was to set free was soft whimper while Jane rested the dress against body and
whispered. “If it wasn’t for your outburst just now I would never have said you were my
nephew, now behave.”
“Looks a perfect size too,” The girl announced as she smiled broadly witnessing Andys’
absolute displeasure before she enlightened Jane, “so tight and stringent just like an
impeccable latex should be when a devoted young maid is carrying out her daily chores
for her stunning Mistress, scrupulously sealed to his skin.”
Even Jane almost permitted a gasp to escape her cool composure as the girl intensified
her tone of voice when saying, ‘his’. To hide her thrill Jane cooly emphasised. “We will
need underwear, headband and aprons for my maid too.”
By the time they exited the store with an extra large shiny silver carrier full of glossy
latex goodies Jane noticed how watery Andys’ eyes appeared. “Fear not my darling, you
will be wonderful as my new maid, I know you will want to please me so much more
than the last girl.”
After what had just been said inside of the boutique Andy knew this was not the best
place to beg or complain so he softly rested his palm against his aunts’ offered hand so
he could be guided back though the busy streets to car park.
Grateful to finally see the gates to Janes’ home Andy depressingly implored. “Please
aunt Jane, I will do the all chores as you wish, please don’t make me wear that dress.”
Jane did not even look at him as she parked the car, only advising Andy to have an early
night.
Friday 26 April 2019
Amanda Holden....Leather queen
Hi Everyone
It is Friday Hooray, but before the weekend , a treat. It has been a busy week over here for one of our favourites the beautifully sparkling Amanda Holden. Who has caused a major tremor of excitement by posting images of herself in two quite stunning outfits, whilst recording for British Tv this week.
Amanda Holden in an Alexandre Vauthier leather dress
Amanda Holden has blown us away with this Instagram snap!
The presenter looks sensational in an Alexandre Vauthier mini dress, teamed with barely-there heels by Aquazzura. Congratulations to her stylist, Karl Willett, for creating such a winning look!
Alexandre Vauthier has been cropping up a lot recently and it’s no surprise why. The designer is renowned for his 80s-inspired sexy eveningwear; this number being a prime example.
Crafted from smooth leather, the claret-coloured design is expertly draped to hug the figure and folded at one shoulder to create a fan.
The great news is this dress is available to purchase – for a whopping £2999!
But that was not the stunning 48 years olds only Instagram melting post this week. Next up was her tribute to Marvels Black Widow. Zipping her self ,or rather very nearly zipping herself into a super
hot shiny black leather (Ok shiny leather-ish) catsuit and thigh high boots and armed with a trusty banana weapon the TV presenter, actress and singer makes a stunning addition to any super hero line up.
Personally I think it is a ploy by the makers of Celebrity Juice (on which Amanda was appearing) to get me to watch the show again after the departure of the lovely Fearne Cotton at the end of the last series.
Well if we are going to be treated to such sensations as this, then well maybe I might set the recorder for it.
XXX
Andy
It is Friday Hooray, but before the weekend , a treat. It has been a busy week over here for one of our favourites the beautifully sparkling Amanda Holden. Who has caused a major tremor of excitement by posting images of herself in two quite stunning outfits, whilst recording for British Tv this week.
Amanda Holden in an Alexandre Vauthier leather dress
Amanda Holden has blown us away with this Instagram snap!
Alexandre Vauthier has been cropping up a lot recently and it’s no surprise why. The designer is renowned for his 80s-inspired sexy eveningwear; this number being a prime example.
Crafted from smooth leather, the claret-coloured design is expertly draped to hug the figure and folded at one shoulder to create a fan.
The great news is this dress is available to purchase – for a whopping £2999!
But that was not the stunning 48 years olds only Instagram melting post this week. Next up was her tribute to Marvels Black Widow. Zipping her self ,or rather very nearly zipping herself into a super
Personally I think it is a ploy by the makers of Celebrity Juice (on which Amanda was appearing) to get me to watch the show again after the departure of the lovely Fearne Cotton at the end of the last series.
XXX
Andy
Tuesday 23 April 2019
New Art. English Rose
Hi Everyone
Time for new art. I know it is slightly late, but I did not want to post it too close to the lovely Christeen art.
It is a pretty simple piece really, no big story, but I really wanted to capture Andy in all his sweet innocent beauty, whilst cranking up his sexuality and so we return to Aunt Janes, weekend cottage where we have see them before, both here
and here
But this time there is no chocolate or bunny suit, just a classic feminine summer dress and wild tumbling red hair.
Think the dialog reveals all I hoped and I am sure you will find the finer details.
Hope you like this
Biggest hugs
XXX
Andy
Ps
It is in my bigger story that Aunt Jane will marry a country Vicar. She would then scandalise the village with her flirtatious nature,tight leather and killer heels, whilst all the time being the most loving and devoted wife a modest and bespectacled Vicar could ever wish for.
Sunday 21 April 2019
Guest week Headliner . It's Christeen !!!
Hi Everyone
I need say nothing more, on the pyramid stage...CHRISTEEN
XXXXX
I need say nothing more, on the pyramid stage...CHRISTEEN
XXXXX
Friday 19 April 2019
Guest Art. Saludos
Hi Everyone
Inspired by Yuni's ideas and Teku's style, our friend Saludos has sent us some more of his cute international sissy art. I think these are sweet and I love the various uniforms.Especially our Irish friend
Inspired by Yuni's ideas and Teku's style, our friend Saludos has sent us some more of his cute international sissy art. I think these are sweet and I love the various uniforms.Especially our Irish friend
This is my fave
Wednesday 17 April 2019
Translated art
Hi Everyone
Here we have a bit of fun from our friend aka DahliaBleue, , who has been translating the dialog on some of my art into French. It is super to think, my stories have spread so far thanks to lovely people such as Veronique.
This also gives me a cheap excuse to re-publish some of my old art, back from a less killed age, but an age with no less imagination.
Thank you Veronique
XXX
Andy
Ps you can find the originals way back at the start of my blog. Happy hunting
Here we have a bit of fun from our friend aka DahliaBleue, , who has been translating the dialog on some of my art into French. It is super to think, my stories have spread so far thanks to lovely people such as Veronique.
This also gives me a cheap excuse to re-publish some of my old art, back from a less killed age, but an age with no less imagination.
Thank you Veronique
XXX
Andy
Ps you can find the originals way back at the start of my blog. Happy hunting
Monday 15 April 2019
welcome to guest week
Hi Everyone
As I said this is going to be a week of posts, featuring items and info kindly sent to me by our friends. I hope to get everyone in but if I run out of time and space (that's a big concept) I shall add them as I go on. It is my intention to leave nothing out.
First up though I need to thank you all for pushing me over 7,000,000 hits that is a Million hits since last September, which is bonkers, imagine if I had just 1 penny for every hit, 'scrazy crazy.
Right that's enough whaffle.
First up we have the start of a super story, told over 7 Chapters, one or two a week, by our friend Mandy. It is based around an old piece of my art and borrows and adapts and adds to the Andy and Jane world in its own wonderfully unique way.
So here is Chapter one
XXX
All According to Plan.
By Mandy Sweet heart.
***To keep this tale within the ‘Lady Jane & Andy’ worlds
I have taken a few liberties with the delightful stories
& exciting artwork created by Sweet Andy Latex.
Thank you.
Chapter One.
The delicate, vulnerable teenage boy had always believed Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones to be an incredibly kindhearted and gracious lady, especially after she had invited him to stay with her in the white stoned, luxuriously large secluded villa that she owned just inside the boundaries of the city, informing the eighteen year old that he may reside there for at least as long as he was attending college. The only demand that Lady Jane had made of the lad, her nephew Andrew Watson, was to make a small remuneration in living cost; a fee that was significantly lower than the expenditure of residing at any London college dormitory room and was directly to encourage her nephew to take some responsibility now he was becoming an adult.
In truth the two are not related. Lady Jane is a great friend of Andrews’ mother and has been since the ladies were both of a young age; it was just that even from Andrews’ preschool days Lady Jane had always found time in her busy life for him and even with the age difference both Lady Jane and Andrew became the very best of friends too. As the years went on, for Andrew he had found someone older that he could trust and confide in and as he entered his teenage years Andrew so admired Lady Janes’ beauty and confidence, impressed to such an extent that he found himself casually copying her various idiosyncrasies during those times he was with her or alone in his room; whereas Lady Jane could plainly see something special about this one shy pulchritude child that was not present in either of Andrews’ brothers and often visited his mother just to spend time with the boy, thus enabling this unique aspect of her friends’ son to instinctively blossom.
The first couple of months after he had started living in his aunts’ villa Andrew had been honorable and handed the token of money over on time but owing to him being a typical teenager he soon appeared to be slipping and he began paying his Aunt Jane several days late, the real problem for Andrew emerged as the football season progressed, he swiftly forgot about any payment altogether, spending the funds he needed on his teams new colours.
Andrew was already four weeks late with one payment and now it was time for the following months’ rent to be paid. The evening before the latest was due Lady Jane waited purposefully for her nephew to return from his biweekly football practice ahead of summoning him into the kitchen to remind her nephew of the agreement they had signed. “Do you recall the wording of the contract we have, Andy?” She enquired as her nephew so delicately took the stool opposite her.
With his slim fingers fluttering in midair he nibbled the side of his lower lip whilst looking guiltily at his aunt, how elegantly unmasculine he habitually behaves since he started living away from his older brothers she aimlessly thought.
“I, I didn’t really read it aunt Jane.” Andy softly confessed.
In her impeccably elegant tone Jane went ahead. “Well, let me recite it to you, Andy. It states that if you do not pay your rent on time, you, Andrew Watson, will be my domestic help for as long as I wish but not exceeding the period I say you may live here.” She could see concern on his face and without vexation informed the boy. “Until I obtain a new maid...which may take an unreasonable amount of time the way the market is, every weekend and potentially any sporadic weekday, you will make this place look immaculate, is that understood?”
Andys’ concern turned to anxiety, he had always loved his beautiful aunt Jane and although he pouted in dismay in a shaky voice he agreed. “Yes, auntie.”
Seeing the scowl on Andys’ face she gently took his small floating hand in both of hers’ and informed him. “Andy! Darling, It’s the only way you are going to learn how to take responsibility.” Lady Jane smiled as a giddy image flicked across her mind. “You have no classes on a Friday, is that correct?” The boy informed her that his day would free tomorrow. “Good, you will come shopping with me tomorrow and we will find you some new clothes.”
******
As Andy lifted himself from the silky smooth ivory coloured satin sheets that Friday morning he had already forgotten the new agreement he had made the evening before, merely recalling that he had no classes and dressed to meet his long time friend, Will, at the arcade.
Passing his aunts’ bedchamber he heard her ruthlessly call out. “Andrew, I am not going shopping with you in those ageing jeans.” The legwear in question had been stressed to such a degree that now enlarged holes shown sizable segments of his slender legs. “Get in here.”
Hearing the word shopping caused the memory of their discussion to scuttle though his mind and was about to cry off their agreement when he looked into her cool green eyes and could see the disquieted in them. “I’ll go and change auntie.” He replied, trying to please her.
“No, I said get in here and I will find you something to wear.”
Shuffling into her room his unfailingly attention of her stylish king size four poster bed, rimmed in vivid red deep pushbutton velvet and shrouded in graceful black silk sheets, was disturbed when Andy watched in total confusion as Lady Jane walked into her clothes den. In less than twenty seconds Andy witnessed Lady Jane returning with a soft silver/pink top resting against a pair of pastel blue/grey slacks that matched his eyes delightfully.
Gazing at them spread over the ruffled sheets, Andy retorted. “I can’t wear them outside, auntie Jane.”
“You can and you will, Andy. You have really disappointed me, now remove those tatty old clothes.”
Andy felt disheartened and embarrassed about the idea of him, almost a man, wearing these clothes, a feeling that mixed miserably with the discomfit he had caused his best and earliest friend leaving him compelled to courteously lift his new football shirt over his head. Once Andy had removed his jeans and Jane could see the old pair of navy blue boxers he was wearing she insisted he removed them too.
Keeping her eyes on his face she handed Andy a pair of powder blue effeminate panties made from the softest sensual silk . “Put these on for now, Andy.”
Attempting to keep his lovely aunt Jane somewhere close to being contented he shyly stepped into them without saying a word and did not consciously notice how they were perfectly shaped to body. Silently as Andy was adjusting the frilly underwear, inducing the silky fabric to fit more comfortably, Jane slyly smirked while passing him the trousers.
Accepting them he realised that they were made of creaseless gilded satin before he noticed that the garment had an elasticated waist with no zipper. With Jane being roughly one size larger than him he hoped that the slacks would be slightly large as he slowly edging them up his long almost hair free legs, whilst he lifted them Andy savored the smoothness of the soothing fabric against his delicate skin and glanced up at Jane only to see the harsh look upon her face making Andy think that it may be advisable to keep mute; if Andy could have read her mind just then he would know how pleased she was feeling while she was watching her nephew obey her simple commands with such subservient panache.
Bringing the stretchable pants around his narrow waist was just like the glossy silk panties currently teasing his butt and genitals in its flowing silkyness, a perfect fit and that included the length too.
Reaching out for the blouse he was being handed Andy thought that maybe his aunt was just ridiculing him, he knew how Jane had a wicked sense of humour and sometimes she would playfully taunt him. With the idea that Jane was just playing some foolish game Andy smiled at his aunt as he slid the satin top with its long loose-fitting sleeves exquisitely around his shoulders resulting in the light fabric delighting his skin with its sleekness as he fastened it across his slightly tapered chest.
“That’s style is so much more you, Andy.” Jane flatly stated in her most haunting tone despite feeling euphoric at seeing her dainty nephew conform to her wish of dressing so beautifully but having to strive exceptionally hard to keep her voice that steady as she instructed Andy to sit in front of her vanity mirror. “I’m just going to apply some makeup on you.”
Still believing this to be his punishment, but trusting it was in the form of a game and today was not to go any further than the two of them Andy chirped. “This is just like when I was younger and you allowed me to try your lovely luxurious leather pants on after you made up my face, auntie?” Jane struggled to ignore talking about their happy memories that started one rainy weekend she sat her then five year old nephew.
Atypical from how she used to sporadically dress his makeup Jane fixed a set of midi length pink gel nails but neglecting to inform him that the epoxy was extra long lasting, in fact unless it was to impassively instruct Andy to move his head in a direction or close his twinkly wide eyes Jane struggled with actually keeping up her silent torment while with an expert hand she allowed the brushes to glide smoothly across his face, Lady Jane even kept voiceless when he flicked his tongue out to taste the coating slowly covering his lips to savour the taste of rich creamy tropical fruit he endeavored to name.
Though Jane had always fixed his face beautifully when he was a child Andy was worried about how he would look now he was older, unfortunately even as she styled his red hair that was gorgeously highlighted with copper tones, also very badly in need of her stylist many skills Jane noticed as it sat raggedly lower than his neck while she brushed into the best pixie fashion she could, Jane kept up her indifference.
Overwhelmingly due to his aunt not chatting to him but also forbidding him to even glance in a mirror Andy progressively discovered himself becoming uncomfortable while he considered how he might look.
Insisting that her nephew remains completely motionless Lady Jane went to retrieve a dainty pair of soft lavender Louboutines, as she turned her back on him a broad smile appeared across her lips, a grin created from the joy of seeing how attractive Andys’ features had emerged over the past few years since he last allowed her to apply cosmetics to his face, before quickly realising she is supposed to be very angry with the boy.
Knowing that he would be expected to try and wear them Andys’ eyes widened as he noticed the five inch heels on the gorgeous pumps in her hand. ‘I can’t wear those, even if it’s just around the house’, Andy thought but dared not say it.
“Just beautiful, aren’t they Andy?” At the sound of her tender voice the boy dragged his eyes away from the sexy shoes and just gazed despairingly at her. “Put them on, they will fit you.”
Andy felt confused realising how the whole outfit readily fit so comfortably to his slim body and without thinking he obediently took the stilettos off of her. As he eased into them he slowly experienced the shoes shaping his feet over the strange but comfortable arch.
Reasoning that this was the first time Andy had worn such high heels Jane took a hold of both of his hands to help him stand, feeling her lips slackening into a tiny smile as she witnessed how easily his body appeared to adjust to the shoes. “Come with me, Andy.” Jane insisted in her comfortably demanding crystal clear voice.
Appreciating how eloquently balanced he was quickly becoming after a few slow steps of unsteady wobble allowed Jane to release one of his hands as she was leading him progressively around her room and into the next where her full mirrors stood. Amazed how hard Andy was trying to create a soft smile with his hips as he smoothly walked while presenting the prestigious heel first, Janes’ tone had finally softened further. “Lovely Andy, so natural, you were born to wear such sexy footwear.”
As they both stood in front of the large full length mirrors Andy discovered his mind was befuddled, questioning who he was looking at. He noticed Jane of course, standing tall in her own red Louboutines with their wonderfully slim six inch heels, dark red tailored leather trousers and maroon silk blouse but there was a delightful looking young girl whom could easily have been her niece or possibly Janes’ daughter standing right next to her in the outfit he just put on. The person in the mirror had his hair but instead of his erratic side parting it was now framing his ovalish face and he decided it looked cute on him; Andys’ full lips had been shaped into an increasingly kissable pout and thanks to the deep coat of gloss they shimmered wondrously under the pink lipstick that paired so beautifully with his nails, his eyes from the blue and pale grey shadows looked wider than normal almost as if he was in an invariably dazed disorientation, as the girl in the mirror duplicate Andys’ fluttering he felt the weight of the faux lashes with the extra black mascara Jane had applied.
Andy had worn makeup when he was younger but as far as Janes’ nephew was concerned he had never looked so feminine. “I look just like a young woman.” Andy whispered to Jane.
Finally Jane allowed the small smile to spread fully across her lips. “I can’t believe how wonderful you look Andy, you truly have grown into a gorgeous beauty, my precious darling...niece.” In her joy of using the last word a small, kind giggle escaped.
After permitting Andy a few minutes to acknowledge how lovely he had had emerged following her skillful application of cosmetics Jane eased him away from the mirrors and out of the room.
to be continued
As I said this is going to be a week of posts, featuring items and info kindly sent to me by our friends. I hope to get everyone in but if I run out of time and space (that's a big concept) I shall add them as I go on. It is my intention to leave nothing out.
First up though I need to thank you all for pushing me over 7,000,000 hits that is a Million hits since last September, which is bonkers, imagine if I had just 1 penny for every hit, 'scrazy crazy.
Right that's enough whaffle.
First up we have the start of a super story, told over 7 Chapters, one or two a week, by our friend Mandy. It is based around an old piece of my art and borrows and adapts and adds to the Andy and Jane world in its own wonderfully unique way.
So here is Chapter one
XXX
All According to Plan.
By Mandy Sweet heart.
***To keep this tale within the ‘Lady Jane & Andy’ worlds
I have taken a few liberties with the delightful stories
& exciting artwork created by Sweet Andy Latex.
Thank you.
Chapter One.
The delicate, vulnerable teenage boy had always believed Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones to be an incredibly kindhearted and gracious lady, especially after she had invited him to stay with her in the white stoned, luxuriously large secluded villa that she owned just inside the boundaries of the city, informing the eighteen year old that he may reside there for at least as long as he was attending college. The only demand that Lady Jane had made of the lad, her nephew Andrew Watson, was to make a small remuneration in living cost; a fee that was significantly lower than the expenditure of residing at any London college dormitory room and was directly to encourage her nephew to take some responsibility now he was becoming an adult.
In truth the two are not related. Lady Jane is a great friend of Andrews’ mother and has been since the ladies were both of a young age; it was just that even from Andrews’ preschool days Lady Jane had always found time in her busy life for him and even with the age difference both Lady Jane and Andrew became the very best of friends too. As the years went on, for Andrew he had found someone older that he could trust and confide in and as he entered his teenage years Andrew so admired Lady Janes’ beauty and confidence, impressed to such an extent that he found himself casually copying her various idiosyncrasies during those times he was with her or alone in his room; whereas Lady Jane could plainly see something special about this one shy pulchritude child that was not present in either of Andrews’ brothers and often visited his mother just to spend time with the boy, thus enabling this unique aspect of her friends’ son to instinctively blossom.
The first couple of months after he had started living in his aunts’ villa Andrew had been honorable and handed the token of money over on time but owing to him being a typical teenager he soon appeared to be slipping and he began paying his Aunt Jane several days late, the real problem for Andrew emerged as the football season progressed, he swiftly forgot about any payment altogether, spending the funds he needed on his teams new colours.
Andrew was already four weeks late with one payment and now it was time for the following months’ rent to be paid. The evening before the latest was due Lady Jane waited purposefully for her nephew to return from his biweekly football practice ahead of summoning him into the kitchen to remind her nephew of the agreement they had signed. “Do you recall the wording of the contract we have, Andy?” She enquired as her nephew so delicately took the stool opposite her.
With his slim fingers fluttering in midair he nibbled the side of his lower lip whilst looking guiltily at his aunt, how elegantly unmasculine he habitually behaves since he started living away from his older brothers she aimlessly thought.
“I, I didn’t really read it aunt Jane.” Andy softly confessed.
In her impeccably elegant tone Jane went ahead. “Well, let me recite it to you, Andy. It states that if you do not pay your rent on time, you, Andrew Watson, will be my domestic help for as long as I wish but not exceeding the period I say you may live here.” She could see concern on his face and without vexation informed the boy. “Until I obtain a new maid...which may take an unreasonable amount of time the way the market is, every weekend and potentially any sporadic weekday, you will make this place look immaculate, is that understood?”
Andys’ concern turned to anxiety, he had always loved his beautiful aunt Jane and although he pouted in dismay in a shaky voice he agreed. “Yes, auntie.”
Seeing the scowl on Andys’ face she gently took his small floating hand in both of hers’ and informed him. “Andy! Darling, It’s the only way you are going to learn how to take responsibility.” Lady Jane smiled as a giddy image flicked across her mind. “You have no classes on a Friday, is that correct?” The boy informed her that his day would free tomorrow. “Good, you will come shopping with me tomorrow and we will find you some new clothes.”
******
As Andy lifted himself from the silky smooth ivory coloured satin sheets that Friday morning he had already forgotten the new agreement he had made the evening before, merely recalling that he had no classes and dressed to meet his long time friend, Will, at the arcade.
Passing his aunts’ bedchamber he heard her ruthlessly call out. “Andrew, I am not going shopping with you in those ageing jeans.” The legwear in question had been stressed to such a degree that now enlarged holes shown sizable segments of his slender legs. “Get in here.”
Hearing the word shopping caused the memory of their discussion to scuttle though his mind and was about to cry off their agreement when he looked into her cool green eyes and could see the disquieted in them. “I’ll go and change auntie.” He replied, trying to please her.
“No, I said get in here and I will find you something to wear.”
Shuffling into her room his unfailingly attention of her stylish king size four poster bed, rimmed in vivid red deep pushbutton velvet and shrouded in graceful black silk sheets, was disturbed when Andy watched in total confusion as Lady Jane walked into her clothes den. In less than twenty seconds Andy witnessed Lady Jane returning with a soft silver/pink top resting against a pair of pastel blue/grey slacks that matched his eyes delightfully.
Gazing at them spread over the ruffled sheets, Andy retorted. “I can’t wear them outside, auntie Jane.”
“You can and you will, Andy. You have really disappointed me, now remove those tatty old clothes.”
Andy felt disheartened and embarrassed about the idea of him, almost a man, wearing these clothes, a feeling that mixed miserably with the discomfit he had caused his best and earliest friend leaving him compelled to courteously lift his new football shirt over his head. Once Andy had removed his jeans and Jane could see the old pair of navy blue boxers he was wearing she insisted he removed them too.
Keeping her eyes on his face she handed Andy a pair of powder blue effeminate panties made from the softest sensual silk . “Put these on for now, Andy.”
Attempting to keep his lovely aunt Jane somewhere close to being contented he shyly stepped into them without saying a word and did not consciously notice how they were perfectly shaped to body. Silently as Andy was adjusting the frilly underwear, inducing the silky fabric to fit more comfortably, Jane slyly smirked while passing him the trousers.
Accepting them he realised that they were made of creaseless gilded satin before he noticed that the garment had an elasticated waist with no zipper. With Jane being roughly one size larger than him he hoped that the slacks would be slightly large as he slowly edging them up his long almost hair free legs, whilst he lifted them Andy savored the smoothness of the soothing fabric against his delicate skin and glanced up at Jane only to see the harsh look upon her face making Andy think that it may be advisable to keep mute; if Andy could have read her mind just then he would know how pleased she was feeling while she was watching her nephew obey her simple commands with such subservient panache.
Bringing the stretchable pants around his narrow waist was just like the glossy silk panties currently teasing his butt and genitals in its flowing silkyness, a perfect fit and that included the length too.
Reaching out for the blouse he was being handed Andy thought that maybe his aunt was just ridiculing him, he knew how Jane had a wicked sense of humour and sometimes she would playfully taunt him. With the idea that Jane was just playing some foolish game Andy smiled at his aunt as he slid the satin top with its long loose-fitting sleeves exquisitely around his shoulders resulting in the light fabric delighting his skin with its sleekness as he fastened it across his slightly tapered chest.
“That’s style is so much more you, Andy.” Jane flatly stated in her most haunting tone despite feeling euphoric at seeing her dainty nephew conform to her wish of dressing so beautifully but having to strive exceptionally hard to keep her voice that steady as she instructed Andy to sit in front of her vanity mirror. “I’m just going to apply some makeup on you.”
Still believing this to be his punishment, but trusting it was in the form of a game and today was not to go any further than the two of them Andy chirped. “This is just like when I was younger and you allowed me to try your lovely luxurious leather pants on after you made up my face, auntie?” Jane struggled to ignore talking about their happy memories that started one rainy weekend she sat her then five year old nephew.
Atypical from how she used to sporadically dress his makeup Jane fixed a set of midi length pink gel nails but neglecting to inform him that the epoxy was extra long lasting, in fact unless it was to impassively instruct Andy to move his head in a direction or close his twinkly wide eyes Jane struggled with actually keeping up her silent torment while with an expert hand she allowed the brushes to glide smoothly across his face, Lady Jane even kept voiceless when he flicked his tongue out to taste the coating slowly covering his lips to savour the taste of rich creamy tropical fruit he endeavored to name.
Though Jane had always fixed his face beautifully when he was a child Andy was worried about how he would look now he was older, unfortunately even as she styled his red hair that was gorgeously highlighted with copper tones, also very badly in need of her stylist many skills Jane noticed as it sat raggedly lower than his neck while she brushed into the best pixie fashion she could, Jane kept up her indifference.
Overwhelmingly due to his aunt not chatting to him but also forbidding him to even glance in a mirror Andy progressively discovered himself becoming uncomfortable while he considered how he might look.
Insisting that her nephew remains completely motionless Lady Jane went to retrieve a dainty pair of soft lavender Louboutines, as she turned her back on him a broad smile appeared across her lips, a grin created from the joy of seeing how attractive Andys’ features had emerged over the past few years since he last allowed her to apply cosmetics to his face, before quickly realising she is supposed to be very angry with the boy.
Knowing that he would be expected to try and wear them Andys’ eyes widened as he noticed the five inch heels on the gorgeous pumps in her hand. ‘I can’t wear those, even if it’s just around the house’, Andy thought but dared not say it.
“Just beautiful, aren’t they Andy?” At the sound of her tender voice the boy dragged his eyes away from the sexy shoes and just gazed despairingly at her. “Put them on, they will fit you.”
Andy felt confused realising how the whole outfit readily fit so comfortably to his slim body and without thinking he obediently took the stilettos off of her. As he eased into them he slowly experienced the shoes shaping his feet over the strange but comfortable arch.
Reasoning that this was the first time Andy had worn such high heels Jane took a hold of both of his hands to help him stand, feeling her lips slackening into a tiny smile as she witnessed how easily his body appeared to adjust to the shoes. “Come with me, Andy.” Jane insisted in her comfortably demanding crystal clear voice.
Appreciating how eloquently balanced he was quickly becoming after a few slow steps of unsteady wobble allowed Jane to release one of his hands as she was leading him progressively around her room and into the next where her full mirrors stood. Amazed how hard Andy was trying to create a soft smile with his hips as he smoothly walked while presenting the prestigious heel first, Janes’ tone had finally softened further. “Lovely Andy, so natural, you were born to wear such sexy footwear.”
As they both stood in front of the large full length mirrors Andy discovered his mind was befuddled, questioning who he was looking at. He noticed Jane of course, standing tall in her own red Louboutines with their wonderfully slim six inch heels, dark red tailored leather trousers and maroon silk blouse but there was a delightful looking young girl whom could easily have been her niece or possibly Janes’ daughter standing right next to her in the outfit he just put on. The person in the mirror had his hair but instead of his erratic side parting it was now framing his ovalish face and he decided it looked cute on him; Andys’ full lips had been shaped into an increasingly kissable pout and thanks to the deep coat of gloss they shimmered wondrously under the pink lipstick that paired so beautifully with his nails, his eyes from the blue and pale grey shadows looked wider than normal almost as if he was in an invariably dazed disorientation, as the girl in the mirror duplicate Andys’ fluttering he felt the weight of the faux lashes with the extra black mascara Jane had applied.
Andy had worn makeup when he was younger but as far as Janes’ nephew was concerned he had never looked so feminine. “I look just like a young woman.” Andy whispered to Jane.
Finally Jane allowed the small smile to spread fully across her lips. “I can’t believe how wonderful you look Andy, you truly have grown into a gorgeous beauty, my precious darling...niece.” In her joy of using the last word a small, kind giggle escaped.
After permitting Andy a few minutes to acknowledge how lovely he had had emerged following her skillful application of cosmetics Jane eased him away from the mirrors and out of the room.
to be continued
Thursday 11 April 2019
New Art. Hello again Andy
Hi Everyone
New art time. I was not intending to drop any more art this quick, but what the heck, it's my blog and I can do whatever I wish.
I think this easily slots into the world of Andy and Aunt Jane very much to the beginning of Andy's journey with call backs to the events mentioned in The Gift, which I am sure you will be able to recognise.
https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/02/new-story-by-andylatex-gift.html
I wanted to create a simple image, without a complex story, but an image which conveys a number of emotions. Showing Andy at his most vulnerable and uncertain and his Aunt at her most caring, her embrace of him being both loving, protective, whilst at the same time proudly possessive, clearly saying to everyone, look what I have. It also displays Andy's comfort in his Aunt's control. yes he is embarrassed,uncertain and nervous, especially at meeting new people, yet his body readily angles back into his Aunts, allowing her to control and protect, willing to be hers.
I hope it all comes over, I really like this little moment and I hope you like it too and I have no doubt you will fill in any gaps with wonderful imagination.
XXX
Andy
ps
Next week is Guest week, so all you kind people who have sent me images and stories, look out because here they come.
XX
New art time. I was not intending to drop any more art this quick, but what the heck, it's my blog and I can do whatever I wish.
I think this easily slots into the world of Andy and Aunt Jane very much to the beginning of Andy's journey with call backs to the events mentioned in The Gift, which I am sure you will be able to recognise.
https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/02/new-story-by-andylatex-gift.html
I wanted to create a simple image, without a complex story, but an image which conveys a number of emotions. Showing Andy at his most vulnerable and uncertain and his Aunt at her most caring, her embrace of him being both loving, protective, whilst at the same time proudly possessive, clearly saying to everyone, look what I have. It also displays Andy's comfort in his Aunt's control. yes he is embarrassed,uncertain and nervous, especially at meeting new people, yet his body readily angles back into his Aunts, allowing her to control and protect, willing to be hers.
I hope it all comes over, I really like this little moment and I hope you like it too and I have no doubt you will fill in any gaps with wonderful imagination.
XXX
Andy
ps
Next week is Guest week, so all you kind people who have sent me images and stories, look out because here they come.
XX
Tuesday 9 April 2019
Weather update
Hi everyone
Do not know what happened to the first version of this, looks like I pressed the wrong button. Perhaps I was just to lost in the latest weather update from Albania, What? What do you mean Albanian weather is not interesting. Sorry but you are so wrong, the climate and atmospheric conditions are fascinating and I assure you my interest is purely ecological and nothing to do with the dreamy Alba Hoxha.
Now concentrate, you might learn something.
XXX
Ps you will need to click on the view triangle and then click view in youtube for copyright reasons
Andy
Do not know what happened to the first version of this, looks like I pressed the wrong button. Perhaps I was just to lost in the latest weather update from Albania, What? What do you mean Albanian weather is not interesting. Sorry but you are so wrong, the climate and atmospheric conditions are fascinating and I assure you my interest is purely ecological and nothing to do with the dreamy Alba Hoxha.
Now concentrate, you might learn something.
XXX
Ps you will need to click on the view triangle and then click view in youtube for copyright reasons
Thursday 4 April 2019
April Christeen
Hi Everyone
With my return comes the return of the lovely Christeen to S.S.n.S with three super new pieces to start April.
XX
Andy
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With my return comes the return of the lovely Christeen to S.S.n.S with three super new pieces to start April.
XX
Andy
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