Hi Everyone
Today it is a real honour and delight to be able to draw your attention to the work of one of our friends, the lovely Mandy Sally Heart.
In the past Mandy has created some wonderful additions to the Andy and Aunt Jane universes, which she has very kindly allowed me to share for free here on my blog, however she has also had time (where from I do not know) to author two books, featuring her very own sweet Sammy, wrapped up in a world of femininity and Latex.
The first of these was published a little while ago, but now she bring us a rare sequel, Rare because it is as good as the original.
Below is a taster from Chapter one, just to let you know that a sweet and gentle world she has created and here are links to where you can find the full books.
You will also note they are authored by Sally Sansom, fear not for that is our Mandy
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Book 1
https://www.amazon.co.uk/He-Dreamed-Lady-Sally-Sansom-ebook/dp/B07XHMVNGG/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=sally+sansom&qid=1579144517&sr=8-1
Book 2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/He-Dreamed-Lady-Book-Two-ebook/dp/B083RZHNBW/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=sally+sansom&qid=1579144008&sr=8-2
He Dreamed A Lady. Book 2
Chapter one.
The ravishing lady of the house returned home several hours earlier than expected, and depositing her keys into the old trusty beach bag that she unfailingly carried to work the lady utilised her rich authoritative voice to sing out. “Sammy, where are you?”
The last of her elegant syllables were still ringing along the entranceway as Victoria was placing her carryall next to the crystalline vase of fresh lilies, a floral filled vessel that was invariably standing on the old oak hallway table. Hearing no footfalls she quietly closed the front door behind her, nevertheless Victoria was becoming disturbed as to why there was no rhythm from the sharp tapping of her maids’ acicular heels to be heard. During the short time that her young maid had lived with her, the boy had never ignored her calls and the alluring woman felt at a loss as she impatiently waited in the reception hall.
With all the exhilaration she had previously felt slowly diminishing away Victoria was becoming very discouraged about how the rest of this opportunity might go astray.
When Sam had not arrived within his normal forty five seconds, her foot was beginning to irrepressibly tap on the deeply polished rosewood flooring, and she was honestly becoming frustrated with her sissy maid that it resulted in her advocating in a louder and certainly harder to please voice. “Sammy, get here right now!”
Striving to calm herself down Victoria began to quickly walk the length of the wood paneled hallway; with the reality that she was still not able to hear the swift flowing percussion of his stilettos running towards her was causing Victorias’ throbbing displeasure to turn into fear, provoking her to distractedly fondle her blond ponytail as she was pondering the idea that her Sammy might have left her.
“No that would be silly.” She told herself.
‘However, he might be very badly hurt’, Victorias’ devilish side nefariously told her.
With the thoughts from her mischievous mind readily fading it was soothing for Victoria to finally hear a fluent sound that allowed her to let out a minuscule gasp of relief.
From the entrance to the conservatory Sams’ tender voice cautiously declared. “I am sorry, Mistress.” He continued to persist with his modest utterings while swiftly making his way towards her. “I’m so very sorry Mistress Victoria. I never meant to keep you waiting.” Having promptly traversed the length of the reception, Sam expeditiously curtsied as he distinctly trembled a few feet before her.
As her agitation diminished Victoria felt closer to herself again, and just seeing him wearing his fluffy edged pink kitchen gloves and attired in his newest glistening red latex maids’ dress, a uniform so new that it had only arrived yesterday, its tailoring was so perfect that the skintight coating of vibrant latex appeared to reveal more of his smooth skin than it could ever hope to cover up, and just knowing he was alright filled Victorias’ leaping heart with joy.
Not wishing to show her subordinate just how flustered she had become Victoria continued to use a stern tone to command him to answer. “Where have you been Sammy? I’ve been waiting for two minutes. I had to call you twice.”
In a complete panic Sam dolefully chanted. “I am so very sorry, Mistress. I came as quickly as I could. I’m truly sorry, but I was cleaning the highest sun windows in the conservatory. I thought that as it's autumn break you might wish to have a party or something.
“Please Mistress, it’s only about one thirty and I really thought you would still be at the college.
“Please Mistress Victoria. I promise that I never intended to keep you waiting. Please forgive me.”
Victoria wondered precisely how he could be cleaning the glazing that had to be at least fifteen feet above the ground especially whilst wearing the breathtakingly sexy six inch bright red shoes, mainly because she had witnessed Sam removing a similar pair for a few minutes just the day before, and as her sissy maid actually loved to wear his stilettos it was solely for her own amusement that Victoria had made him secure them with tiny padlocks that morning. Victoria spent a second or two to try and picture just how he could reach so high and the suggestions floating through her mind sent a chill through the tall lady. However Victoria did not say anything about it, instead she calmly informed him. “Sammy, due to some silly halloween pranks the college has withdrawn all classes this afternoon, giving you the pleasure of spending the time with me. So go and change into the red skirt suit for your Mistress.” Silently Victoria unclipped her bracelet and handed him the key that would allow him to free the exquisitely tapering footwear from his feet.
With the way Victoria now found that she was still so concerned as to how he could reach all the high glass covering the walls and ceiling of the sun parlour, and knowing Sam would need to stop for a shower before transforming himself into her niece, without losing anymore time she quickly made her way there.
When Victoria entered the sun filled room she froze and regarded the alarming vision that stood in front of her, the sight horrified Victoria nearly senseless and all but ordered her heart to leap up and block her breathing. What she judged to be an archaic and wonky step ladder was so precariously standing on a couple of aged weakened wooden workbenches, the sight looked so antiquated that her imagination advised Victoria that it should just crumble and she was unable to figure out how it could withstand her little maids’ weight.
Gasping for a nip of air and helpless to find her voice, any tiny breath which would have allowed Victoria to yell out had it succeeded to fill her lungs, but with her anxiety she felt no air enter, she identified only one action open to her.
His Mistress very quickly followed her Sammy.
Victoria walked into his bedroom without bothering to knock, only to find her maid with his makeup already removed and was now carefully removing his lustrously sleek glistening latex dress while trying to turn to see who was coming in, he whispered. “Mistress?”
Moderately breathless she verbalized. “Sammy, my darling. I have just seen what you were doing.
“Please, don’t ever do that again, even if I was here you could have fallen off those old steps. Sammy, you could have been hurt or more.
“I never want you to be up that old ladder again.”
Hearing the disquieted in his Mistress voice distressed the teenager to a greater extent than Victoria had felt when she witnessed the climbing frame, with the latex dress still hanging loosely around his slim hips, Sam pleaded to be forgiven as he made his way to her with such a pace it prompted the small bell on his wrist softly tinkle.
The instant he reached her, Victoria wrapped her arms around her maid, deeply submerging him in her erotic perfume and softly murmured. “It filled me with so much trepidation my Sammy, I would never want to find anyone as adorable as you again, your my sweet darling.” As much to ensure he was alright, she tenderly caressed his soft delicate skin, adding. “I would feel crushed if I thought that you were slightly hurt.”
In a sad, lost voice Sam emphasized. “Please, I only wanted to make you happy, Mistress Victoria.”
Today it is a real honour and delight to be able to draw your attention to the work of one of our friends, the lovely Mandy Sally Heart.
In the past Mandy has created some wonderful additions to the Andy and Aunt Jane universes, which she has very kindly allowed me to share for free here on my blog, however she has also had time (where from I do not know) to author two books, featuring her very own sweet Sammy, wrapped up in a world of femininity and Latex.
The first of these was published a little while ago, but now she bring us a rare sequel, Rare because it is as good as the original.
Below is a taster from Chapter one, just to let you know that a sweet and gentle world she has created and here are links to where you can find the full books.
You will also note they are authored by Sally Sansom, fear not for that is our Mandy
XXXX
Book 1
https://www.amazon.co.uk/He-Dreamed-Lady-Sally-Sansom-ebook/dp/B07XHMVNGG/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=sally+sansom&qid=1579144517&sr=8-1
Book 2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/He-Dreamed-Lady-Book-Two-ebook/dp/B083RZHNBW/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=sally+sansom&qid=1579144008&sr=8-2
He Dreamed A Lady. Book 2
Chapter one.
The ravishing lady of the house returned home several hours earlier than expected, and depositing her keys into the old trusty beach bag that she unfailingly carried to work the lady utilised her rich authoritative voice to sing out. “Sammy, where are you?”
The last of her elegant syllables were still ringing along the entranceway as Victoria was placing her carryall next to the crystalline vase of fresh lilies, a floral filled vessel that was invariably standing on the old oak hallway table. Hearing no footfalls she quietly closed the front door behind her, nevertheless Victoria was becoming disturbed as to why there was no rhythm from the sharp tapping of her maids’ acicular heels to be heard. During the short time that her young maid had lived with her, the boy had never ignored her calls and the alluring woman felt at a loss as she impatiently waited in the reception hall.
With all the exhilaration she had previously felt slowly diminishing away Victoria was becoming very discouraged about how the rest of this opportunity might go astray.
When Sam had not arrived within his normal forty five seconds, her foot was beginning to irrepressibly tap on the deeply polished rosewood flooring, and she was honestly becoming frustrated with her sissy maid that it resulted in her advocating in a louder and certainly harder to please voice. “Sammy, get here right now!”
Striving to calm herself down Victoria began to quickly walk the length of the wood paneled hallway; with the reality that she was still not able to hear the swift flowing percussion of his stilettos running towards her was causing Victorias’ throbbing displeasure to turn into fear, provoking her to distractedly fondle her blond ponytail as she was pondering the idea that her Sammy might have left her.
“No that would be silly.” She told herself.
‘However, he might be very badly hurt’, Victorias’ devilish side nefariously told her.
With the thoughts from her mischievous mind readily fading it was soothing for Victoria to finally hear a fluent sound that allowed her to let out a minuscule gasp of relief.
From the entrance to the conservatory Sams’ tender voice cautiously declared. “I am sorry, Mistress.” He continued to persist with his modest utterings while swiftly making his way towards her. “I’m so very sorry Mistress Victoria. I never meant to keep you waiting.” Having promptly traversed the length of the reception, Sam expeditiously curtsied as he distinctly trembled a few feet before her.
As her agitation diminished Victoria felt closer to herself again, and just seeing him wearing his fluffy edged pink kitchen gloves and attired in his newest glistening red latex maids’ dress, a uniform so new that it had only arrived yesterday, its tailoring was so perfect that the skintight coating of vibrant latex appeared to reveal more of his smooth skin than it could ever hope to cover up, and just knowing he was alright filled Victorias’ leaping heart with joy.
Not wishing to show her subordinate just how flustered she had become Victoria continued to use a stern tone to command him to answer. “Where have you been Sammy? I’ve been waiting for two minutes. I had to call you twice.”
In a complete panic Sam dolefully chanted. “I am so very sorry, Mistress. I came as quickly as I could. I’m truly sorry, but I was cleaning the highest sun windows in the conservatory. I thought that as it's autumn break you might wish to have a party or something.
“Please Mistress, it’s only about one thirty and I really thought you would still be at the college.
“Please Mistress Victoria. I promise that I never intended to keep you waiting. Please forgive me.”
Victoria wondered precisely how he could be cleaning the glazing that had to be at least fifteen feet above the ground especially whilst wearing the breathtakingly sexy six inch bright red shoes, mainly because she had witnessed Sam removing a similar pair for a few minutes just the day before, and as her sissy maid actually loved to wear his stilettos it was solely for her own amusement that Victoria had made him secure them with tiny padlocks that morning. Victoria spent a second or two to try and picture just how he could reach so high and the suggestions floating through her mind sent a chill through the tall lady. However Victoria did not say anything about it, instead she calmly informed him. “Sammy, due to some silly halloween pranks the college has withdrawn all classes this afternoon, giving you the pleasure of spending the time with me. So go and change into the red skirt suit for your Mistress.” Silently Victoria unclipped her bracelet and handed him the key that would allow him to free the exquisitely tapering footwear from his feet.
With the way Victoria now found that she was still so concerned as to how he could reach all the high glass covering the walls and ceiling of the sun parlour, and knowing Sam would need to stop for a shower before transforming himself into her niece, without losing anymore time she quickly made her way there.
When Victoria entered the sun filled room she froze and regarded the alarming vision that stood in front of her, the sight horrified Victoria nearly senseless and all but ordered her heart to leap up and block her breathing. What she judged to be an archaic and wonky step ladder was so precariously standing on a couple of aged weakened wooden workbenches, the sight looked so antiquated that her imagination advised Victoria that it should just crumble and she was unable to figure out how it could withstand her little maids’ weight.
Gasping for a nip of air and helpless to find her voice, any tiny breath which would have allowed Victoria to yell out had it succeeded to fill her lungs, but with her anxiety she felt no air enter, she identified only one action open to her.
His Mistress very quickly followed her Sammy.
Victoria walked into his bedroom without bothering to knock, only to find her maid with his makeup already removed and was now carefully removing his lustrously sleek glistening latex dress while trying to turn to see who was coming in, he whispered. “Mistress?”
Moderately breathless she verbalized. “Sammy, my darling. I have just seen what you were doing.
“Please, don’t ever do that again, even if I was here you could have fallen off those old steps. Sammy, you could have been hurt or more.
“I never want you to be up that old ladder again.”
Hearing the disquieted in his Mistress voice distressed the teenager to a greater extent than Victoria had felt when she witnessed the climbing frame, with the latex dress still hanging loosely around his slim hips, Sam pleaded to be forgiven as he made his way to her with such a pace it prompted the small bell on his wrist softly tinkle.
The instant he reached her, Victoria wrapped her arms around her maid, deeply submerging him in her erotic perfume and softly murmured. “It filled me with so much trepidation my Sammy, I would never want to find anyone as adorable as you again, your my sweet darling.” As much to ensure he was alright, she tenderly caressed his soft delicate skin, adding. “I would feel crushed if I thought that you were slightly hurt.”
In a sad, lost voice Sam emphasized. “Please, I only wanted to make you happy, Mistress Victoria.”
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