Oh I don’t know what has happened now, it took me over an hour to upload all sorts of fun things and now the blog just bins the lot, I am both really sorry and really fed up with this thing and also really sorry to Mandy for posting the first part of her story so badly. I will sort it ASAP.
I would have put this in the comments but again the blog won’t let me, it’s my own blog and I can’t add comments remotely but I can come in and do full admin work on it . It’s is ridiculous
Speaking of Ageless beauty, Ms Vorderman has gone and done it again, with this glimpse of her awesome curves in Freddy pants.
And now................................................
Hello!
The missing chapters. Part Four.
By
Mandy Sweet Heart.
Previously:
Wishing to help his Aunt expand her sales in America, Andy had fulfilled the demands of the Sisterhood (Mistress Alessia, Mistress Celeste and Mistress Giorgia) by modelling several of his aunts’ newly designed clothes. In consequence, as soon after the attire was displayed, Lady Jane and Andy return to the leafy suburban community where Jane owned a villa.
Chapter one.
Regardless of how he wished to forget every second of those dreadful experiences he had endured, while having to spend time with the influential sisterhood of America, especially during the short time he had witnessed how those women treated some of their beautiful boys; just one of the many events he and his aunt had witnessed while they were within their residence, and those memories had remained with him during the long flight home. Yet he was truly pleased to see how Lady Jane had managed to steal a few hours’ sleep during the return journey home, but Andy constantly feared those flashbacks would come alive within a heartbeat of him closing his eyes.
Irrespective of how he wished to keep his smouldering blue eyes open until the four men of the apocalypse arrived, when he saw how Jane had nearly arrived at her villa, he knew that if any misfortune was hit then right now, it would have to wait, because at that particular moment, he was desperately in need of some sleep.
Slowly, Jane coasted the car along her drive, and when she finally turned the engine off, he glanced at her, and in a lethargic tone, he said. “Aunt Jane, would you mind if I go to bed?”
Fondly, she peered at his weary features being highlighted in the midday sun, and asked. “Don’t you want to give Will a call, and let him know we are home?”
Andy opened the passenger door; and in the hope it would refresh him a little, he took a deep breath of clean air. Eventually turning to face his aunt, he said. “I do, but not right now. I really don’t want to fall asleep while talking to Will.”
Knowing how she wished for her nephew to be completely rested for his birthday, Jane said. “Go on then. I’ll soon follow you inside, and if he gets in touch later, I will let Will know how you are taking a nap.”
Despite his pouting expression, he said. “You’re the best, Auntie.” Then he stumbled towards the front door of their dwelling.
Somehow, he dragged himself to his room, sluggishly removed his cosmetics, and almost painfully removed his six-inch pumps, tight-fitting red latex leggings and finally removed his glossy white, latex blouse. Luckily, he just managed to keep his grainy eyes open long enough to allow his silky nightdress to slither down his body, before he unsteadily scrambled between the silken sheets and closed his blue eyes to the world.
When he finally allowed his eyes to close for more than a fraction of a second, he immediately felt how grateful they were, and though he was pleased to feel how his body was on a non-stop spiral into sleep, his mind would not let go of his encounter with the sisterhood.
Mere seconds after he closed his eyes, Andy knew nothing about how his aunt peered into his room, just to reassure herself that he was alright, or that she silently closed the door when she left. In his mind, he was standing in a murky mist and, apart from wearing two short necklaces, he was totally naked; while one of the necklaces was just a simple chain, the other appeared to be a gift from the native Americans. Curiously, his slumbering mind thought little about why he was nude, it was more interested in knowing how know how his hair had unexpectedly grown to reach down and tickle his chest.
Safely in his bed, his unconscious body rolled over, and strangely, his inner vision stirred and the sights transformed into one where he was standing in dilapidated town, complete with ghostly sounds looming from the ram-shackled buildings, structures he thought must have built in the 1860’s or earlier, and, despite how he was still naked, he hoped to see an outlaw riding into town.
Knowing there was only one person who could help him at that moment, he made his way towards, what he hoped would be, the hotel. With all the loss stones under his bare feet, he began walking exceedingly slowly, yet, as goosebumps began to spread across his body, it was soon becoming apparent to the young man how there was a slight breeze in the air, but as he walked closer to the long-forgotten building, he understood how it was him who was creating the gentle wind.
Eventually, he reached the tumbled down building, and he peered around to see if anyone was watching him; before pushing the bat-winged doors open and he was finally grateful that no one was around. He peered around the large room, and slowly recognised it to be mostly an old styled saloon, nonetheless he was extremely disappointed that his aunt was not at the bar.
Aware of how he could not see her, Andy groaned in his sleep. Meanwhile, in his dream he understood that she was being held by the sisterhood. The wonderful thing about dreams, is how you can gain some terrifically useful insights in to what events are about to occur, and he unexpectedly knew there was some something he could wear in one of the rooms on the upper floor. Therefore, he made his way to the archaic, open staircase.
Taking each step with caution, just in case the ancient wooden stairs should crumble under foot, he gradually eased his way up to the balcony.
Appearing to pick a door at random, and with more confidence than he could ever possess while awake, he held his head high, opened it, and stepped into the room without looking. Barely taking the time to glance around the ruined room, he attempted to swing the door closed, but finding how it hardly shifted now, he turned to his right and was rewarded with the sight of some clothes hanging from a wooden hatstand.
Beginning to feel exposed, he promptly faced the stand and took a few steps in that direction, however, he did not seem to be surprised to see how clean the floor appeared to be around the clothes.
With little thought in regard as to whether or not the clothes would fit him, he reached out for the slick black latex leggings and began to try them on. With the enchantment of a dream, not only was the legwear his size, but with almost no effort from him, his legs sild into the smooth, glossy latex. As he admired the glistening leggings, he noticed a few unsightly wrinkles. Swiftly bending down to remove the ripples, he realised how much he was missing his aunt, mostly because he loved the way her hands would always move slowly down his legs, while she ensured he was as perfect as could be.
Finding himself fortunate to have found something to cover the lower half of his body he did not believe the top would fit, yet he reached out for the black latex blouse and tried it on. Curiously, as he drifted his arms down the cool latex sleeves, he noticed that someone had mysteriously left a gun belt hanging on the same peg that the blouse had been, compete with a six-shooter and a new stiletto knife.
Although the tailored blouse fit him perfectly, his dreaming mind wished that he could button it up a little higher, therefore showing less of his budding bosom; but now that he was attired in clothes his aunt would approve of, he glanced around the room and spotted a pair of shiny boots next to a bed, furniture that he was sure was not there a moment ago. Almost feeling as if he was floating, he glided his way towards the bed, sat down and lifted one boot. After admiring the six-inch, needle-like heel, he slithered his dainty foot into the boot and pulled on it, until the top of the shaft reached his knee.
With both of his feet comfortably garmented in polished latex boots, he glanced at the gun belt, and though he knew he could never think of shooting any living thing, he decided it would look right if he was to strap it around his slim waist.
While buckling the belt around his waist, he glanced over at the door and spotted a black, wide brimmed hat, adorned with a ribbon of studs. Eager to try it on, he finished securing the belt, ensured it was comfortable and promptly went to place the hat on his red hair. However, before he sat it on his head, he noticed how the headwear had been covering a small shaving mirror. He glanced at his reflection and smiled, pleased to notice how his smooth face was already wearing perfectly applied cosmetics. Knowing he had wasted so much time, he went to raise the hat to his head and saw a pair of: tan coloured, soft leather gloves inside. Scooping the gloves out, he finally dressed his head and tried the gloves.
Slipping his hands into the soft leather, he wished there was a full-length mirror, one where he would be able to admirer his Annie Oakley look; but knowing he had to find his aunt, he swiftly went through the open the door and started to make his was towards the abandoned street.
To be continued
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