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Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. Well it is not so much a blog more a place to share all the things i have written, drawn and generaly played with over the last 10 years. Most of them are related to my love of smooth slick Latex and shiny PVC, as well as the delights of feminization. I also have a huge crush on British TV presenter Carol Vorderman (The perfect model of the older woman) as well as the gorgeous Keira Knightley. (more my age). There will be nothing harsh or nasty here, just fun things, naughty things, sexy things and yes, well, Kinky things. Basically it's a stroll through the kinky lanes of my mind. hope you have fun. XXX

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Friday 30 June 2023

Christeen on Friday

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July is right over
there and that means it
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Hi Everyone
     Here we are again like we have never been apart, merrily blogging on with fun and naughtiness for all.
  As ever Friday is a time of delights as we welcome our dear Christeen to the gallery, with 4 gorgeous new pieces.
Thank you  Christeen, you are a legend 
XXX
Andy








Monday 26 June 2023

In Paris. A story. Part 2

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A new piece by
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This time one of her classic
wall arts. I love
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overlooked items of
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Hi Everyone
  I hope you are all super well and not half as tired as I am. It is always the same, you have a holiday and then need another one after rushing about to catch up on everything.
  Never mind. What it does do though is give me an opportunity to share the third part of my In Paris story. This gets a little naughty and was first shared over on Patreon a few weeks ago.
 I do intend to continue this story, but that will depend on all sorts of mystical elements coming together.
Hope you like this
XX
Andy


Here is the first part.








In Paris: Part 2
by
Andy Latex




If Andy had been scared or god forbid unwilling, then She would have had to stay, but Fortunately it was not a choice she had to make. Oh Jane would have liked to have stayed and watched her beloved nephews transformation, but there was simply no room for her to just sit and watch. Both Sylvie and Adrienne would be attending to him and she would only have been in the way, she trusted them totally, they knew what she wanted, the conversation had been had when she had planned the visit and following some reassuring words, she had left her most prized possession in their trusted care.


  The ping made her heart flutter and she picked up the phone from beside the coffee cup, the screen glowed. However she did not recognise the number.
   With a flick of her freshly polished fingertip the device unlocked. 
Hello Madame Jones. we have completed and we are more than happy. I look forward to seeing you.
   I look forward? Jane thought, but then she realised, then she saw the profile pic, it was a direct message from Sylvie. On her private number. Her heart fluttered. I look forward to seeing you.
  Jane checked her watch, time had flown, 3 hours had passed. She smiled at the thought of her beloved Andrew, sitting patiently in the deep leather chair as the girls fluttered and flittered about him and he would have been patient, because that was who he was,he would have been nervous, sweet and polite, no fuss.
Another ping, this time whatapp. A large file was loading, but this time from the recognised salon number and in a few moments it opened with a message.
A keepsake for a special client. We hope you enjoy. 
Jane gasped, her hand to her lips, it was a video file of Andy,clearly nervous but smiling sweetly, seated between Sylvie and Adrienne as the girls began their delicate task.A tingle of joy and delight warmed her cheeks, it was a video of Andy having his makeup applied. She would save it and meet her beloved nephews transformation with  a surpise

  The salon was only a few streets from where she had spent her time browsing the boutiques and Janes every step back to that door was on a cushion of air.
 For a brief moment before entering she stopped and checked herself in the mirrored wall on which the Salons ornate logo sat. 
  She turned, checking the look of her leather pants and flicking the collar of the silk blouse that nestled beneath the neatly tailored Chanel jacket. She was in France, In Paris, nothing but the sleekest of appearances would do.
 She smiled at herself, she looked good.
   As she entered the warm, perfumed salon she could not see her nephew. The seat she had left him in now occupied by a mature lady of style.
  A few moments passed, she saw Esther and Adrienne at work and  a couple of the other girls, a trim young girl all in black with neat short brown hair, was offering coffee to a waiting client, whilst a second taller blonde rearranged one of the booths to her left.
  Then from the back of the room, all legs and immaculate hair, came Sylvie . Jane took a breath and unconsciously stepped back as the elegant beauty approached. 
   “Welcome back Madame Jones”, The glossy Brunette  said, greeting her with a warm smile of clear delight. “I trust you had a lovely afternoon in our beautiful city”
    Not confident enough that her voice would not let her down, Jane nodded.
“You would surely have not looked out of place anywhere, you have the style of a true Parrisienne Madame Jones. However I think it is your young companion you wish to see. Please come this way, Andrew will be with you in a short while. Please I will have one of the girl bring you coffee”
   Stepping aside the willowy Brunette ushered Jane past the reception desk and on to the salon floor. For a second she did not know which way to go, but then she felt a guiding hand on the small of her back.
  “Please this way”
   Jane felt herself jump and tense, my god it was only a hand on her back, but just that touch sent a tingle through her the like of which she had not felt in an age, It was a tingle that made her excited. 
  However the touch  did not stop, the girl did not remove her hand, indeed as they moved through the salon, Jane felt it slip lower until, as they reached the elegantly seated waiting area, the girl's hand caressed her leather clad bottom.
 Jane became wet.
“Please, Andrew will be with you very shortly”. The girl said, turning away with a smile.
Jane watched her leave, watched those long legs and that pert bottom, she stared, breathless with admiration and as she did, the girl looked back and caught her.The look on the girls face was one of such knowing, knowing of her own beauty and knowing of the effect she was having on her beautiful client. 
   Jane sat, she sat quickly before her legs gave way and as she did she felt her moisture slick between her thighs.
   In fact it was quite a lucky thing that Andy was not there to meet her because it gave her the opportunity to calm and take a moment.
  Slightly moving the clutch bag she had so swiftly placed on her lap, Jane gave a quick glance downwards, Thank God for leather she thought, for if she had been wearing anything finer, then she would surely have been looking at a spreading patch of dampness.  She took a breath, the leather was unmarked and no one would suspect  the condition the inside was now in. It was ok, she thought, calm down.
  However the effect this stunning Parisienne girl had on her was quite shocking. Jane was always the one in control, but that clearly deliberate touch of her bum , the flirty look back over her shoulder and the fact that she had revealed her personal phone number to her, the signs were clear and it was almost too much to bear and it was only the sudden realisation that the little, short haired brunette had appeared from nowhere to place her coffee on the table beside her that mentally brought her back into the room.
  Looking up Jane thanked the already departing girl with a polite “Merci” and for a brief moment her eyes drifted over the girl's trim figure. The tight black pants and well cut T shirt highlighting her pert little bottom and slim waist and the classic salon girl ballet pumps just added to her “saturday girl” charm.
  Jane shook her head, ‘Oh come on, that's too far’, she chastised herself for staring. ‘she is barely in her late teens, what the hell is this place doing to me?’
and then the girl turned.
 The girl turned and with a smile brighter than the sun and warmer than a summer's beach replied.
   “You are welcome Auntie”
  It was an audible gasp. There was no way round it and for a moment the coffee in Jane's hand was in danger of decorating the room.
   “Andrew?”
The word did not need to be formed as a question, for the girl in the tight black pants and T shirt, now clearly emblazoned with the word Dior in bold red letters, was undoubtedly her Nephew, same wide white smile, same dimpled cheeks and same happy sparking blue eyes, but…but this Andy…this Andy was beautiful.
   Jane put her hand to her mouth, “Oh my God”, she choked and the tears welled.
  A moment passed between the pair, It felt like a lifetime but was merely a blink of an eyes, But then, elegant and controlled, Jane placed the coffee cup down and rose atop  her needle-like heels. She took a breath and the pair drew close.
   “Oh my God, You look amazing”, Jane sighed stroking her hands across his shoulders, “As amazing as I dreamed you would be, as I knew you would be” 
   And he was,he was perfect. 
 Make up is transformative and can reshape and mask, but the girls had done none of those things, those were Andy’s  eyes, those were Andy’s lips and those were Andy’s cheeks, It was Andy, yes he was still boyish, but now the femininity that had lain uneasily beneath that thin veneer of masculinity had been exposed and he was beautiful.
   “Love your outfit, turn about”
Andy obeyed  with a delighted skip. Showing off his cute ‘Salon uniform’
“How do you feel?”
 “It's odd, Auntie, I can feel it, the makeup on my face, especially my lashes and lips, but it feels…nice?”
  Jane took his hands, admiring the gloss red nails. “No sweetheart, how do you feel…..are you Ok?”
Andy paused, he now looked down to where his hands rested in his Aunts, he nodded “I am”
  Jane's heart fluttered, it had been all so easy, so easy to achieve, but it had all been down to Andy’s naturally compliant nature.
  At that moment Jane saw Sylvie approaching from behind her pretty nephew, an equally wide smile on her lips.
“I hope everything is ok” She said, placing her hands on Andy’s shoulders, “Our Model has been perfection”.
 “You have done wonders”, Jane said, “I could not be happier”
 “Not at all, it was easy and a pleasure to have such a sweet model to work with, very professional”
 Andy giggled.
   “There is just one thing”, Sylvie said, moving to Andy’s side, “Payment”
  Jane raised her hand, in understanding. “Please Sylvie, I am happy to pay double for such skills”
The French beauty laughed softly, reaching out to touch Jane’s hand as she took up her clutch bag. “No no, we could not take  money for what has been such a pleasure. We were actually hoping we might borrow Andrew for the next few hours. You see, we will soon be missing two assistance from the salon floor and as Andy is so charming we hoped he might continue to serve our clients”
  Jane’s uncontrolled smile must have been a clear giveaway as to her own feelings, but she rightly turned her eyes to the immaculately made up beauty before her. “It’s up to you Andrew, would you like to continue to be Sylies, salon assistant?” 
 Andy nodded “Is it alright?”
 “Of course it is alright, Its seems you have made quite an impression here Andy,I could not be happier”
“But…but what will you do Auntie”.
“Don't Worry about that my dear, I will find a way to occupy my time. Enjoy and be good”.
  The smile on Andy’s lips as he turned to the call from Eshter was as warm and excited as she could have ever imagined and as he moved away, back into the salon,she felt Sylies hand on her arm.
   “You love him very much. Does he know that this is just the beginning?” she asked softly.
   Jane looked from Andy to the fragrant girl beside her. The knowing look on her face, indicating her understanding.
    “Just a bit of fun with his silly Aunt Jane…..That’s all he needs right now”
   “He is going to be very beautiful”
     “I hope so. Little steps”, For second Jane drifted on the image of her pretty nephew, of that smile, of that pert little bottom in those neatly cut pants, she imagined him in heels, how elegant his legs would look, how feminine.
    Then a hand, gentle but deliberate, stroked her bottom and she gasped.

Awakening from her daydream, Jane turned to find the second girl who had helped Andy, Adrienne, standing very close behind. 
  However, before her unsuspecting brain could respond to the girl's blatant touch with anything more than a startled “Oh!” of surprise, she  felt Sylie’s warm soft hand slip into hers.  
 Jane, lost for words, was a very rare thing, but turning her eyes back to the beguiling Brunette, her startled reaction to Sylie’s touch once again came as little more than an inarticulate “Er” of perplexity. A state not helped by Adrienne taking her other hand in hers.
  Jane took a breath, her mind formed a response, but it never passed her lips.
 
   Without  a word the two girls had led her from the salon floor though the half hidden door and into a dark room, lined on one side but full floor to ceiling curtains. A restroom? lounge area? ornate store room? Jane could not guess. Not that her disorientated mind had the capacity to make that call at that moment, because it was still struggling to catch up or the events which were silently unfolding around her.
   Adriennes touch was whisper soft and Jane’s jacket was slipped off almost before she knew it,  The fine material gliding over the silk blouse beneath. 
   “Relax Jane, there is no need to worry”, Sylvie said, moving to the edge of the room and pressing a control on the wall. 
 Jane instantly tensed, she stepped back, for gradually the curtains on the wall to which she had been led, parted and the light from the street beyond flooded in.
 “Wha??”
  “Don’t worry, they can not see us”  Adrienne said, running her hands down Jane's spine and gently moving her closer to the glass wall. “It’s one way, you know it is, we watched you outside”. 
 Suddenly Jane noticed the salon's Logo, reversed now on the glass and let out a soft “Oh” of recognition.
   Lost in a fog of disbelief, it was not until she felt the girls touch, one on each side beginning to unbutton the cuffs of her blouse that she fully understood what was happening. “Oh my God”
   Jane now held her breath, her eyes raised, averted from the two girls and their nimble fingers, up to the splendid  chandelier that dominated the ornate ceiling above. But she could not ignore their touch. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight, trying to keep some control, but this was happening, this really was happening and the cool and in control Jane Fullerton-Jones  did not know what to do.
    As the buttons came undone, Jane surrendered and her eyes lowered to meet those of her seducers, Adrienne,bright, playful and sparkling and Sylvie, big, warm and friendly. In that moment,that meeting of eyes, the hypnotic French beauty silently asked all she had to with a smile and slight nod of her head. 
  It was a request for permission. Jane swallowed, her breath trembling on her parted lips. She was not in their control, alone and helpless to their touch, but she could not deny it. Her response was given.
  The cuffs open, Sylvie now stepped away allowing Adrienne to come before mature and elegant beauty .
  Blatantly close, the girl gazed straight into Jane's eyes. However it was not a gaze Jane could hold, for her eyes, nervous and disbelieving of what was happening,  darted back and forth from Adriennes fingers on the buttons of her blouse, to the ceiling and that chandelier, to the world outside and the passing faces, all  ignorantly  unaware of what was happening just metres away beyond that polished wall. 
   However it was her gentle and erotic undressing to which her eyes were helpless drawn, she watched intently as Adrienne deftly unbuttoned each tiny pearl button and as the last one opened and the sheer silk slipped from her body Jane let a softly breathed “I don’t believe this”, pass her lips. 
   Adrienne smiled and stroked the under side of her now exposed breasts, making Jane sigh. She had not worn panties that day, because of the tightness of her leather pants, so why would she have worn a bra, she did not need it, her body was as toned as a girl half her age,but perhaps if she had known what the day would bring she might have done differently, but as she helplessly watched the girl polished fingertip rise to circle a pert copper nipple, is was all to late.
  Sylvie smiled, Jane's moan of pleasure was completely uncontrolled and came without thought, but she understood it so well, for she knew Adrienne's touch was like nothing on earth.
   Such was the distracting caress of the girl's finger, her heels, Louboutin, sleek and black, polished red soles, were removed without effort or thought. Indeed their removal was almost a blessing for without those 5” needle heels, Jane’s trembling body found itself on slightly firmer ground. 
  Suddenly Jane jumped and looked down to where Sylvie now knelt before her, her hands resting on the buckle of her belted leather pants. She panicked,swallowed her breath and with a softly pleading  “No” placed her hands over the girls.  
    Sylvie just smiled.
 “Don’t worry” said Adrienne, her voice dripping like liquid in Jane’s ear, “It’s ok” and without genuine resistance, she eased Jane's hands away.
    The belt opened and the golden zipper began to descend.  
    Within moments she would be completely naked, open  and vulnerable, helpless to her two seducers desires, but she could not resist, did not want to resist, she wanted to be helpless.
Jane melted. “ What am I doing?” 

  From where she knelt the sleek brunette could smell Jane's aroma, mingling within the scent of warm leather. It drifted in the still air, filling her head with the promise of delicious pleasures to come. “Mmmm, j'adore ton parfum” she sighed breathing Jane in.
  But it was not just the scent that revealed itself, for as the pants, sleek and tight were eased down, the moisture from Jane's uncontrolled excitement glistened and flowed in thick strands of silver, stretching between flesh and leather.
   “Up” came the soft request and without control Jane obeyed, raising first one and then the other foot to allow the leather to be slipped free. She was naked
   Naked now before the two,still fully dressed girls and to all rational thought before the entire world as it passed the mirrored window beyond, Jane put her hands over her face. Whether it was embarrassment, shock or shame, she could not tell, but it was an honest and natural reaction. She had never felt so naked before, nor felt more alive.
 Gently both girls took a hand and eased them away, Jane’s face was flushed , her eyes moist with uncertain tears. She looked beautiful
“Come”.
  For the briefest of seconds Jane paused when she saw the wide lounger, deep red leather, soft and satin smooth. It sat  a few metres from the mirrored wall,looking out to the world beyond.
  Until now, until this moment it all seemed like a dream from which she would snap awake at any moment, that the girl's touch was little more than tease, but now her knees truly became weak, she took a deep trembling breath and a hand, soft on her back, guided her down.
   
  Jane balanced herself against the wall and slipped the second heel on. She took a breath. Her leather pants seemed tighter than ever before and every movement seemed to direct pressure to her still swollen sex. 
  “Shit”, she thought, the fifteen minute walk back to the hotel was going to be rather interesting. 
   She paused, breathing calmly, letting the feeling subside.
     She could still feel every tingle and touch. She had been helpless in her seducers company, like a virgin, lost and uncertain and like a virgin she had cum almost at their first touch. Sylvies mouth and tongue on her juice wet pussy and Adriennes eager on her breast. However, under their skilled and sensual control it would not be the last time. 
They had made love to her body, to every inch. 
    She had never before cum standing up . She had never before cum standing up as she looked out on an  unsuspecting world passing by  and she had never before cum standing up, an unsuspecting world passed by, as two kneeling girls,devoured her succulent sex from front and rear together.
 Had she been a Goddess, worshipped and adored or a helpless plaything, taken and enjoyed, she did not know or care for never had she received so much devotion to her sole pleasure without demand or request that it be returned   
   She smiled and gave a giggle of recognition, Hell and they had not even removed one item of their own outfits. 
  
   She took and sharp breath “Oh Fuck!” She rested back against the wall,  “Oh Fuck”
She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrate on anything but that, she thought, anything but that memory, that feeling, those tongues, those lips,Oh those lips, wet and warm, all over her body and so deep within. Touching, kissing, tasting and caressing. “Oh Fuuuck”
  Induced by the tight grip of her now restrictive leather pants, the soft climax rippled gently through her like a babbling brook,tingling every nerve with sweet music.She rode the waves of the sexual aftershock  for a minute, gazing out at the faces in the street as they went about their everyday business, drifting on the memories of the afternoon
 Yes the walk back to the hotel was going to be very interesting indeed, but first she had a pretty new toy to play with.



Are you ready, sweetheart, jane said, stroking Andy’s cheek.
“I guess”, was Andy’s lightly disappointed reply, “Is Sylvie going to help?”
Jane gave a secret smile, she had already done that. “With what sweetheart?”
 “Well I can’t go out like this can I”



To be continued ……………………………………


Friday 23 June 2023

In the arms of Christeen

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A sneak peak
at anew piece of
my own art. This
one was inspired by
a certain blog legends
recent sunbursting
Latex dress.





Hi Everyone
   My goodness an entire 5 days has rattled by, leaving us safe and sound in the arms of the wonderful embrace of Chisteen.
4 new classic pieces today, all of which I adore.
I am sure you will too.
Thanks Christeen
XXX
Andy









Wednesday 21 June 2023

Wednesday with Skinnie ,Alex and Amanda

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Hi Everyone
   It has been a while but I have found time to have a quick Wednesday catch up and we have some classic to drift over.

 First up and possibly the biggest event since I was last here, was the epic vision of ex pro football player and now BBC sports reporter Alex Scott smashing the internet in a slick red YSL Latex dress as she co-hosted this years Soccer Aid game. I mean WOW!!!!!








Now a little bit of fun I have been messing with. Ai has spread rapidly and is great fun to mess with, though to be honest it will never replace the fun i have creating art in my own style.
  That said and after many miss-steps I have finally created a near perfect Ai model of Andy to go along with the Ai Aunt Jane featured on Patreon a few day ago.



Next a brief step back in time to Amanda Holden and that stunning yellow Latex dress, with a very brief clip of the lady herself showing us some moves.
 Love that dress


And now the sheer delight of a new piece by our dear Skinnie Stallion, or rather the first 3 parts. This is based on my art  'While the cat's away'
Thank you my dear S, you are a Gem 
XX



When the cat’s away, play away 


Part 1: When the cat’s away


A last lingering kiss through the open window, then Andy watched the Tesla glide smoothly away from the forecourt of Fullerton Hall and sweep down the curving, oak tree lined drive until it was out of sight.  He could track its progress by the scrunch of tyres on gravel.  He waited until he heard the distant clang as the electric gates to the Estate swung shut before flitting back inside on his Louboutin heels and closing the front door.   The air hung heavy in the silent hallway.  So different from the hustle and bustle as he’d prepared his Auntie for her trip to Tonbridge Wells. He leant back against the door, taking the weight on his heels, and stretched.   Alone.   But his heart soared.

A mannequin wearing a wig

Description automatically generated with medium confidenceSo that was it.  He was on his own.  He licked his lips. He might have been trained not to, but still he licked.  He could touch up his own lips later.  He floated with pleasure as he closed his eyes savouring the tang  on his tongue.  He might have painted his Aunt’s lips earlier, but he could tell the brand and colour just from the taste: Chanel Coco Rouge Ultra Carmen.  He adored the richness of her Carmen shade that went well with anything she wore and perfectly complemented the soles of her Louboutins.  He slid his tongue over his lips again. He relished her Carmen overlaying his MAC Amplified Morange. He loved her warm creamy glistening  lips.  He loved the taste of her.   He loved his Auntie.


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Description automatically generated with medium confidenceLady Jane would be out for the rest of the afternoon and all evening: a business meeting followed by a dinner.  She’d said she wouldn’t be back till late.   Very late.  She’d been very mysterious about the identity of her dinner companion but he’d felt reassured by the elegant formality of her nicest brown business suit so she had to be seeing a client.   


Something still niggled though. A business meeting on a Saturday?   The stylish cut of her brown latex bolero jacket and the shapeliness of her figure hugging beige latex dress with pencil skirt coupled with 6” black Loubous could work so well on a date.  She was wearing her diamond pendant earrings too.  If he had a key, he’d check her diary but her office at Fullerton Hall was kept locked. It was one of the few rooms that was off-limits and not on his cleaning rota.  She said it was for GDPR and compliance with client data protection so he couldn’t argue about access.


He looked at the grandfather clock and checked the time.  Two o’clock.  He should have enough time if he raced through the rest of his afternoon rota.  He’d WhatsApp’d Will that morning.  He wafted delicately upstairs to his bedroom as fast as his 5” heeled sandals would allow.  He passed his Aunt’s Office lingering momentarily outside Jane’s Mistress Bedroom (she found the term ‘Master Bedroom’ distasteful) before moving on to his room next door.   It was such a shame that he would be missing out on one of their Saturday evening’s together.   They would be missing out.  His time with his Aunt was so precious.  He knew it couldn’t last for ever.


Even though he was alone in the Hall, he closed his bedroom door.  He was too used to being furtive when using his phone.  He retrieved it from under the mattress  and turned it on.  It immediately pinged with a reply message.    He’d suggested going to a film and then a bar, or maybe even bars. If they went to an early showing, he could be back at the Hall well before his Aunt returned. She needn’t know.   He didn’t tell Will why timing was going to be critical.  His face fell when he read Will’s reply: “Sorry, no can do.”  He was crestfallen: Will already had a date with his girlfriend.  Andy settled on the edge of his bed to reply.  There followed a flurried exchange of messages.   Will got Andrea to agree to the cinema provided she could bring a friend along to make it a foursome so that Andy wouldn’t be playing gooseberry.  She would check if Chantelle could join them.  Andy valued his time with Will, but he couldn’t help wondering what Chantelle would be like. It was a while since he’d been on a date.  He sighed.   Spending his weekends with Auntie had put an end to going on dates.


He looked at his dressing table and stared wistfully at his pictures of Emma and Keira attached to his make-up mirror.  It was nice that Auntie still allowed him his ‘girlfriends’ (although he kept the ones of Carol and Amanda back at his flat just in case Jane felt she had rivals).  His gaze shifted to his make-up palette and then to the little photo that Jane had taken of one of their first adventures together when Jane had persuaded him to go out with her wearing make-up. Not in town, of course, but in London where he could ‘hide’.  He still fondly remembered her special treat that day of a visit with her to the Honour store .  


He liked Andrea, even though she sometimes took priority with Will.   If Chantelle was Andrea’s friend, she had to be nice.  He just needed something to wear.  



Part 2: Play Away Preparations


A moment of doubt struck him. His heart fluttered.   What Jane had done with his Friday clothes?   These days he always changed out of his everyday clothes when he arrived at Fullerton Hall.  It was so therapeutic to be able to leave his humdrum work existence behind.  All he needed was to shower, do his make-up, then slip into a maid’s dress and heels knowing that he had a blissful weekend ahead with his Auntie.  He could be everything she wanted him to be, and he could be everything he now wanted to be.   It was a mystery to him know why he’d ever resisted his Aunt’s suggestions. It had been difficult enough getting him into heels at first, but she knew he would do anything for her.   Now it just felt natural.  And latex suited him so well.   But being dressed as a sissymaid wasn’t going to work if Will was picking him up in a couple of hours to go to the cinema.   


Jane normally took his clothes after he’d changed and only allowed them back on Sunday morning for church and returned them on Monday morning when she drove him into town.  What had she done with them?   They weren’t in his bedroom.   He needed to search.   There were only so many places they could be.  He nipped next door to the Mistress bedroom.   He knew her closets, her wardrobes  and her dressers.  No sign.  He scurried through the other bedrooms. No success. He tried the Box Room.   Nothing.   He began to flap.  He went downstairs.  They weren’t in the Utility Room.  He went through to the Garage.   No success.  They weren’t in the Reception Room.  They weren’t in the Sitting Room. They weren’t in the Games Room.  They weren’t in the Basement, not even in Jane’s special Playroom  or ‘Dungeon’ as Andy felt it more properly called.  He was getting anxious.   He moved on to the less likely places: the Library, the Dining Room, the Conservatory.  No joy.   


He started to feel desperate.  Will would be here in two hours, and he would still be dressed as a French Maid.  A latex French Maid.  A Maid with transparent, stay-up latex stockings and high-heeled sandals.   About the only thing he did not need to wear were his pretty gold hoop earrings, although they went so well with his Maid look.  The only place left to search was his Aunt’s Office.  


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Description automatically generatedHe went back up upstairs.  The paintings of Lord Fullerton’s ancestors lining the walls of the staircase looked down on him.  The portrait of Lady Mary seemed to be mocking him.  ‘This  is what you get for defying my daughter,’ she seemed to be saying.  He stopped at the first door on the landing.  He turned the doorknob.   The door didn’t budge.   It was locked like he should have expected.   He let go.  It reminded him that he still needed to complete that afternoon’s rota.   He had to get his Brasso and his cloths: Jane would notice if her knob hadn’t been polished.   He needed to polish a lot of knobs that afternoon.  Not just Brasso.  Spit and Brasso.   ‘Always spit when polishing a knob’, that’s what Jane had recommended when she’d started training him as her maid.  He didn’t understand.  It didn’t appear to improve the result.  Brasso alone seemed to work just fine, but Auntie had been insistent.   She wanted him to be the best maid and have the best knob polishing technique.  She said he’d understand one day.   He always spat now before he buffed the knobs.  


He looked through the keyhole as if that was going to help.   He went to check in his Aunt’s bedroom, but there was no sign of her keys.  He was beginning to lose hope.  How could he see Will let alone go out with him dressed like this. Then a thought struck him.


He went back to his bedroom.  He scanned the upper racks.  He knew what he was looking for.  Not the luxury bags that he kept as reminders of their shopping expeditions.   Not the boxes with his prized Louboutins.  Not the larger box with its latest addition of his Dolly Booty Alta Louboutins.  He already loved his Dolly Alta ankle boots.  He was amazed that Jane had bought him them such an expensive present. ‘For being such a good Boy!,’ she’d said,.   He didn’t understand her emphasis on Boy.  There were so many things he didn’t understand.   But he wasn’t going to protest that boys don’t normally wear 6” heels.  He loved the thought of being in 6” heels or higher in his Dolly’s.  Auntie had let him try on her pair of tan coloured PVC pants to go with them: ‘an extra birthday treat’, she’d said.  Black Dolly’s would go with anything, she said.  He just needed an occasion when Auntie would allow him to wear them.   And hopefully the pants too.


His eyes shifted to two boxes on the shelf above the closet with his maid’s dresses.   How appropriate that they should be there.   Boxes that Aunt Jane had made him pack nearly a year ago when he came to stay for a summer break and she’d first put him in a maid’s dress.  A summer of hedonistic pleasures. Dressing as a maid wasn’t his only first that day.  Jane had insisted that the clothes he was wearing that fateful day be consigned to the dustbin of history, or at least the shoeboxes. He wouldn’t be wearing them again. Not when he was with her.  Not now, not ever.   She’d made him pack them up and given him a sharpie to label them.   He stared up at his writing: “Andrew’s old clothes.  Do not open”.       He was now her maid.   She expected her maids to be presentable.   Her maids wore nice dresses.  Her maids wore high heels.  Her maids had to have flawless make-up.   She didn’t have time in her life for ugly, badly dressed boys.  He had to be pretty if he was going to stay with her.  Grudgingly he’d complied.  


The writing on the boxes teased him.  It tempted him.   Surely it wouldn’t be so bad to wear his old things to meet Will.  That’s if they still fitted.  He’d lost a little weight since last summer.  Lost it in the right places.   Auntie wanted perfect lines if he was going to fit the clothes that she kept buying for him.  Every week, his wardrobe seemed to expand: a lingerie set, a new dress, a new pair of pants, a skirt.  And that didn’t include the shoes. Andy wanted perfect lines too.   It had become a matter of personal pride.   He looked up longingly at the boxes.   “Do not open”, his writing glared back in warning.  Surely it wouldn’t matter if he was just checking whether his chinos and shirt were still the right size?

Part 3: The cat crept in

 

The boxes were tantalisingly out of Andy’s reach.  Even in his 5” heels he couldn’t reach the upper shelf.   He scanned the room.  He wasn’t going to the garage to get a ladder and risk scratching the oak panelling in the Hall or staircase.  A box should do.   He retrieved one from under his bed.   As he bent to unfasten his shoes, his hoop earrings tinkled together.   Aunt Jane had been right: it had been worth getting his ears pierced.   He felt so much better wearing earrings.  And as ever Auntie had been correct in her choice.  He’d  thought he’d just get a little gold sleeper.  In just one ear.    But no, she insisted on both ears, and she selected earrings for him:  little diamond studs for evening wear, sleepers for bedroom and overnight, and  large hoops for the day.  He loved his hoops.  They made him feel so .. he paused not quite believing what he was saying to himself … so …. well, so feminine.  They definitely framed his face and felt natural if he was wearing make-up.    They completed his maid’s ensemble. 


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He snapped out of his thoughtful reverie, realising that standing on tiptoe would be no better than standing in his heels.  He just hoped the thin stilettos of his So Kates wouldn’t puncture the board or leave tell-tale marks.   He was retrieving the first box when he was jolted from his task by a voice behind him that he knew only too well: “When I come home I expect my Maid to be waiting with …” he heard his Aunt bark but she stopped mid-sentence.   Startled, he started to flap, lost both his balance and his grip on the box.  Its contents tumbled.   It was his deck shoes.  


“Aunt Jane!” he squealed in astonishment and broke into a cold sweat.  Had she rung the bell?  He’d never heard it, nor felt his Hummingbird go off.   He’d not heard the front door, nor her footsteps on the, as yet, undusted and unpolished oak staircase.   She must have come in while he was preoccupied.     What was she doing back so soon?   


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 1 Beside its obvious connection to Jane’s phone, Andy’s Hummingbird is also connected to the main entrance bell to Fullerton Hall so that he can provide prompt service to Jane or her visitors.  Jane likes her maid to be on call at all times.

Jane watched the shoes land and caught sight of the writing on the box he was hastily trying to push back on the shelf.  “Andrew Watson!  Whatever do you think you are doing?”   She gazed about the room to see what else he might be doing.     She spotted his phone on the bed and picked it up.  Andy knew he’d been caught.  Caught red-handed.


To Be Continued
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Take care everyone
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Andy