Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....

The guiding Hand, original version part 3

2012-02-28T17:34:00.006+01:00

The guiding Hand

Original version

Part 3

Following on from...and as ever it is not properly edited.
http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2012/02/original-version-of-guiding-hand-part-2.html

You follow a second corridor which after a while leads into a large, warm high vaulted room, illuminated in a low red light. As yours eyes become accustomed to the dull light of this twilight room, strange ‘contraptions’ seem emerge from the black draped walls. You stare hard. The ‘contraptions’ which fill the chamber are made up of ‘webs’ of coiling tubes and Taut intertwining straps and in the centre of each of these ‘webs’ you can see oily shiny bundles, like giant glistening slugs, each penetrated by quivering tubes of clear plastic and curiously inflating bladders that jerked turgedly and collapsed like landed fish.
Timidly you approach and peer at one of these ‘hanging slugs’.and when you are within reach, you raise your hand to touch the gleaming oily black cocoon. Your fingers feel the smooth surface, its is warm ,moist and yielding. It is Rubber!. That alone did not come as to much of a surprise, after all your yourself are dressed in that rippling fabric. No what really takes you by surprise is when all of a sudden, the cocoon goes into a frenzy of movement. You start. Above , a bulbous head nodded and from a thick protruding pipe, you hear a plaintive muffled feminine groan! Oh god! There is some one inside!! You step back in shock looking about you into the gloom realising in total shock what now surrounded you. The fitful motions of the cocoon and the flutter of the bladders is caused by the frantic struggles of hapless captives, Subjects writhing in hot suffocating folds of rubber!!. Condemned and enveloped, sentenced to swelter in sticky stretchy skins of latex. Wholly enclosed in opaque rubber, impermeable and impenetrable. You turned spinning in shock and fear, your mind unable to take in the horror of this dark moist chamber, you stumble into the web of a second cocoon. Instantly this featureless latex cocoon to begins to writhe, the same pittifull, female wimpering coming from within. You try to turn away but the fine webbing entangles you forcing you stare at the jellatinous squerming cocoon before you. Within now, you can just make out the curvature of two full breasts, flattened by the tight rubber and as the cocoon is galvanised into action once more there comes a rush of air, a protest?, a plea?. Muffled by the inflating all embracing rubber helmet. You stare in terror and pity as the rubber snaps and rustles wildly, stretched and twisted by the occupants desperate struggle. Then as the vague outline of a pair of beautiful long legs stretches out inside the enfolding rubber, a new sound joins this latex medley ,a rhythmic wet gurgling, as through the clear tubes which snake from the cocoons base a dark yellowy fluid begins to ooze. The stretching now seems to roll upwards and more of the figure becomes clear , her round buttocks, slim waist, the shape of her arms pinned to her sides and suddenly you realise the true horror of what is happening….the latex cocoon is shrinking!! Shrinking into her. Terrified now you struggle once more with the entwining web , but as the cocoon shrinks there grip seems to increase and you are helpless to escape the enfolding horror before you. The moaning and whimpering has now become a gasp, a cry, a muffled begging and sobbing. Your head spins, your mind struggles with the thought of what it must be like to be like in that tightening latex membrane. It must be so hot, so wet inside the sealed rubber, smothered like drowning in thick black tar. The shrinking quickly spreads accross her chest, outlining each as full individual mounds whilst pervesely teasing the nipple into hard peaks. suddenly the rising and falling of the bladders becomes more frantic,as now her breath already constricted by the tight membrane sealing her chest, is even more restricted by the latex tightening grip about her slender neck. Desperately now you wriggle one arm free, barely reaching her neck your fingers slip and slide, fumbling for some seam or crease to relieve the tension on her throat, but all you find is ultra smooth rubber. Then suddenly beyond all the stretching rustle comes a plaintive, whimper, that stops your heart.
“Is there someone there?.. oh please help me, please help me, I know you are there please .its…its so tight oh god, so hot , please please don’t let…..it….oh …help…..Oh, help!!!”. but then as the latex shrinks back about her head and face, the sad pitiful whimpering becomes a soft plea, a faint squeak and then….but for the soft squeaking of taut rubber, there is silence and then, your eyes focus and a warm stream of piss seeps down your thigh.
There beneath the shrunken latex, perfectly detailed in every way…is the face of the lady you met that night…the face of Georgina Archer..
All you can do is stare.Terrified and still, not knowing if one false move might cause some alien creature to seal you within one of these latex cocoons. All you can do is stare, as slowly ,from one long rubber tendril connected to the high ceiling, the, tightly cocooned woman turns, immobile all, hope and fight strangled from her body and only the slow pulse of the breathing bladder giving any idea that it not this is not some bizarre piece of sculpure, carved from polished ebony, but a cocoon of latex rubber in which is imprisoned a living breathing woman You want to scream aloud, scream like never before, but all you can do is stare at that beautiful face.
Suddenly to awaken, you shake your head, your heart is pounding, there is sound behind you ,voices, you look to the door and run. Stumbling passed the other helpless figures you race back to the door just as three figures enter .They are all dressed in gleaming scarlet PVC nurses uniforms complete with delicate caps and aprons displaying white crosses. The tightly fitting tunic dresses, which display there full breasts, are so short they barely cover there matching red PVC panties beneath Whilst there legs are sheathed in gleaming red rubber stocking. As you watch they move with ease atop polished red high heels, to where Ms Archer hangs, they quickly unhook the tendril and lay her mummified form on a wheel trolly. Moments later 2 more nurses, these with full masks over there faces lead in a naked woman, she moves with a slow step, almost as if she were drunk. The 2 lead her just beyond where Ms Archer lays and place her in the centre of a dark circle. Happy with her position they step back just as the circle seams to rise, instantly you relise it is another cocoon and with even more of a shock you realise it is exactly where you were standing moments before. It takes but moments for the glistening black sheath the rise to the ceiling where it begins two rotate, creating that single tendril. Once secured the nurses connect the various tubes and insert a breathing bladder throught the sack and into the ladies mouth. Almost instantly the figure in the sack begins to struggle. “What?..What..What the hell is happening…..Oh god no where am I?”, she crys her voice muffled, “Stop, what the hell is this its all…sticky the smell……oh god its rubber, its filling up with rubber!!!!”, You look to the tubes, the yellowish liquid is now flowing in, filling the sack, making it bulge and stretch, quickly taking on the shape of the other sacks. “Stop this…please,,of its so hot…I can’t …I can’t….”. Silence. There work done the nurses cooly they turn to the cocooned lady and slowly wheel her out, leaving the room once more to the rustle of rubber.
You think of helping the lady, but know you can’t and so rush back up the stair way and into Lady Vanessas room
“Lady Vanessa, Lady Vanessa. Quick”, you cry turning on the light switch, “Lady Vanessa, theres something strange going on!. ”. But all you get back it that rubbery rustle and a moan! …. “Its me Andrew.”. You pull the sheet, it is rubber, you pull it back and scream .”No”. She is completely enclosed beneath a shrunken sheet of translucent latex rubber . The smooth glistening material tightly moulding about every curve and dimple , highlighting every detail, down to the outline of her elegant long fingenails. “No!”, you cry and begin to fumble across the rubber film desperate for some opening, but there is none, she is perfectly smooth, her only contact with the world beyond a corrigated pipe which snakes from her mouth, a pipe down which flows the saddest moans. “Andrew..Oh Andrew”, she sighs and suddenly sensing your presence begins to struggle As if gripped by some new fear you step back in shock. It is a strange slow motion writhing as if she were immersed in thick treacle. Her limbs stretching out beneath the clinging membrane of glistening Latex. Then her back arches pressing her pointed breasts upwards, stretching the glossy film even further. Her hands slide up to the tube which penetrates her mouth and that low moan rises. You do not what to do, you don’t know right from wrong, you do not understand. Suddenly you Turn figures are is standing in the door way to the chamber and into the room step 4 PVC clad nurses.
“Whats going on here?”, you cry, “What have you done to Lady Vanessa?”.
“You will come with us”, they say as one and step towards you.
You step back in shock. “No No, you can’t take me down there please no don’t”, You try to fight them off, but there smooth PVC clad hands are more than you can resist and quickly you are lead struggling and pleading from the room and back down that corridor, back towards the mummifying chamber........

to be continued...

Thank you for reading
XXX
Andy

New piece of art

2012-02-28T17:28:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone.

Just wanted to put up this pic , I think the tone is quite sweet and gentle.

Hope you like it.

XXX

Andy

NEWS AND STUFF.

2012-02-27T15:07:00.002+01:00

Hi everyone,
I thought it about time i got up to date with a few things, so here is a little bit of what has been happening.

My very sweet friend Skintwo. S to me has created a very sweet little blog all for me, which is very very kind of him and i would like to direct you to it s you too can enjoy the naughtiness.
http://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/?zx=16e287c1faa3dba5
It has lots of very sexy little things pics, videos and stuff and i hope you al have some fun. Oh and pease don't forget to say hi to S when you are there. He really is a sweetheart.
Thank S
XXX

Also i have been contacted by the editor of Lustomic and asked if i would like to create a comic strip for the site. This i must say is a huge honour as the art there is some of the very best on the net. It is something i would love to try, But as with us all it would be finding the time. I am at present considering my plan. We shall see, but the thought of seeing poor Andy and is Aunt Jane in a full on, latex strip is quite a thought.
http://lustomic.com/home.php
http://lustomic.com/catalog.php?cID=2&rand=703081
http://lustomic.com/comic_preview.php?iID=52&rand=821365&r=t

Thanks for reading.
XXX
Andy

I don't care, i love your hair Carol

2012-02-27T14:35:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone
As usual Poor Carol Vorderman has come in for it in he good old British press. This time it was for daring to try a different hair style and eye make up, yes it was bold, yes it was a departure from her usual well groomed look,but hell I really, really liked it.
Be bold, be brave and stuff those who put you down. Carol you are still my No 1.
XXX
Andy

Ps.

Timidly, No hope of any latex sometime soon is there Carol.?

The return of Slick Magazine

2012-02-27T14:07:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone.

I have posted quite a few SlickSissies covers recently, but none of its sister publication the original Slick Magazine. So here a a couple hot off the presses, well the first is anyway, that was created for Asudem over at Dollsrealm and i hope it will inspire you sweetheart into writing a piece of your wonderful fiction.

http://dollsrealm.blogspot.com/

Whilst the second was made quite a few years ago now, but cleaned up well.

Anyway i do hope you like them and thank you for taking the time to visit me.

XXXX

Andy.

This was created about 7 years ago, maybe even longer.

Short story

2012-02-24T07:56:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Here is a short fantasy story i wrote many years ago, well not that many, but the charectars age may give you a clue. It was inspired by my time working at a hotel back home in Brighton

Hope you like it and thank you form reading.

Exotic things

Andy.Latex

At her request. you had been serving the countess in the hotel for about a week . She was a stunningly beautiful lady, probably in her early fifties, immaculately dressed and made up, with a tall slim body, bathed in expensive perfume and, much to you secret appreciation, blessed with stunningly enstyled silver hair. You would admit she was , with her friendly tone and kind nature, the sort of older lady any shy 17 year old would love to be seduced by. So imagine your surprise when your employer tells you, you have been invited to dine with her in her suite that evening. Well at first you are a little shy and reluctant, but when she tells you it is very important to the hotel to keep such clients happy, you except.. There was only one problem. If you were to dine in their suite, you would require a far more formal outfit
“Do not worry about such details”, was your employers answer a strange smile curling her lip, “apparently she has something special she would like to see you in”.

Sweating and trembling, with both nerve and excitement you knock at the penthouse door. An eternity seems to pass before it is opened. And then you are face to face with a vision of beauty the like of which you had never seen before, dressed in a slinky gown of shimmering gold silk. You are lost for words.
“Good evening young man it is so very nice to see you, do come in. My name is Katherine, Countess Von Tessas personal assistant”. Her voice was low and warm.
“Go…good evening…Andrew…..sorry my name is Andrew”, you stammered feeling a fool.
“Hello Andrew, please come”. To you surprise and absolute joy she placed her lips to your cheek, then took your hand and led you through into the large, where 3 other ladies awaited. “Andrew this is, Vanessa, Selina and Fiona . Ladies this is Andrew”.
The 3 ladies, all dressed in similar gowns , came over and greeted you with a warm hellos and light kisses, “Thank you for inviting me,” you say, “Is the countess not here?”
“She will be joining you shortly, but first, if you will please accompany us, the countess has instructed us to help you dress for dinner”. You follow them through the lounge and into a warmly lit dressing room, the scent of perfume filling the air.
“Thank you, it is very kind of the countess”. You say , your heart pounding nervously.
“Not at all, We have 1 and ½ hours until dinner. So Katherine and Selina will have plenty of time to apply you make up whilst Vanessa will help you with your hair”.
At first the words did not register but when they did you nearly fainted, “I’m sorry”, you say, “M..make up? hair I’m sorry I don’t understand”.
“Did your employer not inform you?. It is quite simple, the countess demands that you join her tonight in a fully feminised fashion”, and with that ,as if to hammer the point home, Fiona turned from the mirrored wardrobe, cradling a ,long glossy red dress! .

Everything then seemed to go into slow motion, you did not know which way to turn, there was no way you wanted to be dressed as a girl, but then you knew there was no way out without upsetting the hotels major guest and if she were upset, the consequences would be huge. Not least for you and your much needed job. No you could not resist and so trembling with embarrassment, you surrendered yourself .
First smoothing a moist cream over your entire, freshly bathed body, the ladies moved with speed and ease to leave your skin smooth and shimmering with a satin sheen. But once seated before the wide mirror and they began your make up, this reassuring speed slowed. Each colour was painstakingly selected from a huge pallet, some were applied but then removed , replaced by a slightly lighter and darker shade.. First they reshaped your brows into perfect arches, before highlighting your eyes blueness, behind a curtain of long jet lashes and a masterpiece of blended smoky shadows, which left them with an sensual ornately oriental look. Then they moved onto your lips, the very idea of ever wearing shiny lipgloss had never ever entered your head before that day, but there, as you watched with embarrassment and shame, , the lip brush, rich and moist, slowly and smoothly coated your lips in a film of bright red gloss, leaving them full , pouting and very feminine.
Then with Katherine completing the details, Selina turned her attention to your nails,adding long false ones over top of your own to give you long elegant hands before glossing them a matching shiny red. Mean while all the time this was happening Vanessa had been weaving your hair up into a new long plum red pony tail which, held in place by a diamond clasp, tumbled about your shoulders framing your softly feminine features to perfection. A perfection you could not take in. It had all happened in a daze , and the effect was quite startling. Yes, they were your eyes , your lips and nose ,the face in the mirror was still yours , but highlighted by such immaculate ornate make up, your face was now not that of a boy, but that of a very beautiful girl.
You could not think how long you gaze at that face , but the next thing you knew Fiona had appeared behind you, the glossy red dress in her hands.
You stand to meet her, gazing at the rippling flowing almost liquid dress. As the bodice of the dress is peeled open to reveal an inside as glossy as the rest, Vanessa and Katherine turn you away. It was then as the bodice is wrapped about you that the dresses greatest secret was revealed, the material was strange, sticky, stretchy, slippery but the aroma was unmistakable, rich warm and stunningly sensual., ,it was rubber!! , you were being dressed in bright shiny red rubber. The gown was tight and smooth , taking all 4 ladies to help snap and stretch it into place, and as it enfolded you in its smooth clingy embrace it moulded your body, and shaped your figure , giving you the sexy curves of a girl, so much so in fact that , where the tight glossy rubber had taken up all the soft puppy fat at your chest, it had left nestled in the low cut bodice two beautifully pert tear drop breasts .
“Oh my goodness”, you breathed, “What have you done”.
“set you free”

Long red rubber stockings and high heels complete your transformation and the ladies have a few minutes to spare before leading you into the dinning room. These were taken up by a last coat of gloss to your already heavy lips and a mist of scented silicone polish which left your dress glistening like wet paint. But finally you were ready, each lady kissed you hand and you are led in.
The countess rises from her seat, a smile of delight on her glossy lips. She looks you up and down and takes your hand, “Good evening Andrew. You look perfect. I knew you would”

The evening passed as if nothing was odd at all. The fact that you were a boy, dressed and made up into a girl, all though a very sexy one, did not seem to matter at all. The conversation was simple and charming, you spoke about your work and she about her life and Whether it was you or the champagne as the evening went on even you began to relax. Your tight rubber dress began to feel strangely comfortable, the long pony tail plume felt nice on your bare shoulders and even the gloss on your lips tasted now of cherries. You felt , contented in the countesses company and anyone watching would have seen nothing but two very elegant ladies at dinner. Indeed your position did not enter the conversation until late in the evening .
“Thank you for dinning with me tonight Andrew. You have been beautiful company”. The l countess said. “I do hope I did not embarrass you . You see I adore beauty and when I saw you I knew underneath all that boyness there was a very beautiful young lady and you are Andrew, you are a very beautiful girl, I hope you know that”
“I must admit it all seamed a little odd at first ,I have never worn anything like it and never had make up on before, but”, you pause, smoothing your hands over the rubber dress, hearing it rustle and squeak “It does feel very nice”.
“I am so glad. Because you see I have been looking for a companion for so long now, someone to look after someone to care for. You are so very beautiful Andrew….But you can be more so, if you let me take you”., she takes a box for Vanessas hand and opens it. She takes out a sparkling neckless, a choker made of diamonds. “There is no key to the lock which closes this collar, once about the wearers neck it remains there as a symbol of possession of submission”, she steps closer, holding the sparkling jewel up to you. But you do not step back. Your eyes fall into hers.
“Take me where?”, you whisper.
“Into femininity Andrew, total femininity and in return I will show you the world, exotic and far away places, exciting and sensual lands, teach you and show you things you have never dreamt of, never imagined”.
“what?”
“Let me transform you Andrew, transform your body, create it a new, erase your boyishness and clothe you in nothing but femininity. Let me take you as my pet, as my toy, as my living doll”
“ Join us Andrew”, the ladies all purr gathering behind you, “Join us and let us guide you”.
You look at the collar, you look at the countess, you lick you cherry lips and feel the latex dress on your body, you breath in your aroma,
“From this night, if you surrender you will forever be a girl. Do you understand?”
You understand, you do totally…..and Slowly you raise your chin, you feel the pony tail drawn back and moments later the collar clicks shut.
“Thank you countess”, you barely whisper
“You belong to us now Andrew and you are going to be so beautiful .”.
Suddenly you feel the ladies hands on you, your rubber gown is peeled away and in just your stockings and high heels you are drawn to the table, which is now laid with bowels of fruit and cream and honey. You look to the countess, she is smiling. "Please you would not deny your mistress desert”
You are gently raised and laid in the tables centre. Fruits a re poured upon you, cherries, strawberries, their juice squeezed onto you . A cherry is placed between your lips, “Mine for later”, Vanessa breathes, your heart is pounding you are laid out ,covered and displayed and then, then you feel the first smooth run of honey. It would take time, agonising time but soon your entire body was glazed in thick golden honey, it had taken time ,but now you belonged to the countess time did not matter…and then the ladies dinned.

Thank you for reading.
XXXX
Andy

World of RocketDave

2012-02-24T07:48:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,
Today i am proud to present a few pieces of art by the brilliant RocketDave, An artist of clear clean and simple wonder, whose art never fails to create inspiration whenever i see it. Rather like a good silent movie is story telling with pictures alone.
Thanks Dave for letting me share your work.

This is called his "Gayest commission". and no i am not offended. It is brilliant.

This has wonderful fetishistic over tones.

"Kiss Kiss" Been there done that.xxx

I think this is his classic piece "the feminine mystique"

And this below?, well this is part one of a brilliant series and to see the rest you will have to visit his page on deviantart by clicking here.

http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&global=1&q=rocketdave

But be aware once you enter RocketDaves world you may be there for a while.

Thanks again Dave.
Andy

Uniform fashion

2012-02-23T07:52:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,
Just thought, following on from the visit to Westward bound in the other post, i would look at my favourite Uniforms from a number of designers. I really like a sleek uniform, not just a maids, i have plenty of those ,but military and other styles. So here are a few i like..

I like Inner sanctum designs, this military style on the right is very nice. I love the details.

At the moment this one below by Inner Sanctum is my fvourite, just love the style and colour combination
.
Inner sanctum
http://www.innersanctumonline.com/Inner_Sanctum_Rubber_Latex_Fashion_Uniforms_s/37.htm

This below is for personal reasons.XXXX

House of harlot.
http://www.house-of-harlot.com/shop/MANDY-latex-rubber-Airhostess-Uniform.html

Breathless.
http://www.breathless.uk.com/contents/en-uk/d10_womens_uniforms.html

By Libidex
http://www.libidex.com/html/cart/prod.asp?

This is a gorgeous little uniform, love the colour.

And this is so naughty, i can see you in this. (oh i suddenly feel ill)

Both by Rubear latex
http://www.rubear.net/index.php?option=com_virtuemart&page=shop.browse&category_id=100&Itemid=1

This has only been a short , bit of editorial fun, because right now i have guest editor sitting beside me.
So thank you for reading
XXX
Andy and Gi
XXXX

A caption miss-adventure

2012-02-23T07:05:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,

Here is another Captioned pic i made. It is amazing how many of these i have uncovered.

Hope you like it.

XXXX

Andy

XXXX

Mystery art

2012-02-21T08:29:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Just a quick post. I found this in my inbox, but could not reply to the sender. So if this was from you Joe, please contact me again, because i would love to know where the pic is from and who it is by, because it is very simple, yet tells story.

So thanks Joe.

XXX

Now revealed by a visitor to be the work of RocketDave at deviantart

http://rocketdave.deviantart.com/

Go take a look.

Go west young Sheila.

2012-02-20T17:03:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,

Hope you all are Ok and feeling fine. Feel a bit down today myself, just one of those things, but i wanted to post a few bits for you all to read.
I was making my way through the wonders of Latex Fashion the other day looking for items which can be worn in the mainstream (yes i am still looking to get Sheila into something rubbery) and once more came back to Westwerd bound, who i think make some of the best fetish fashion around. But there stuff like all the best, is not just for those special events or private moments. I think these dresses could grace any event without embarrassment.

I especially love the pearlsheen collection.

The detailing on the back of this dress is quite stunningly eye-catching.

This dress below could so easily be worn anywhere. It is not over the top but sleek chic and very sexy. Made from latex? so what?

Oh my golly gosh isn't this maids dress cute, especially in this shade of blue.

Sorry i forgot i am not shopping for myself.

This is lovely and prim, very buttoned up. I like that style very much.

And i really like this, because i have one just like it. Oh sorry supposed to be looking for Sheila aren't we..

This is very nice, very simple and classy, especially with those gloves. A great and sexy look.

Sorry it may be naughty, but this little uniform is very cute, very cute indeed. But no not for Sheila.

This top is nice isn't it, wonderful tailoring and classically simple for mainstream wear, we may have something here.

Again,this is such a simple and beautiful blouse it just has to been warn everyday

So yes i think first steps would be a simple, jacket or now i am leaning towards a blouse.But don't take these as all Westward bound has to offer click here to see it all.
http://westwardbound.com/index.numo
Possibley the best latex retailer.

Thanks for dragging your way through this lot.
Let me know which you like.
XXXX
Andy

Or how about the videos.

Captioned adventures of Andy

2012-02-20T16:34:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone.

Here are a couple of new captioned images, once more as ever telling tales of poor put upon Andy.

Hope you like them.

XXX

Andy

Told you i liked that Peter Pan dress.

XXX
Andy

Slick Sissies. Collection

2012-02-20T16:30:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Here are a collection of my Slick Sissies covers. Wish i had time to write the stories which go with them.

I hope you like them.

XXX

Andy

Christmas special.

I like the idea of pants made from bubblegum.

XXX

Andy

A caption for the weekend

2012-02-17T13:50:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Here is a captioned piece, to wish you all a happy and safe weekend.

XXXX

Andy

Original art

2012-02-17T13:47:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone, and a special hello to Jason Issacs .

Here a a couple of my original art works (art works?, all right drawings), they are quite old as you might be able to see from the style, but i cleaned them up on the computer and they came out OK.

So i hope you like these.

XXXX

Andy

Thank you for visiting.

and i hope there is some else out there who got the Jason Issacs Gag.

XXX

Original version of The Guiding Hand . Part 2

2012-02-15T07:31:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,
Here is the next part of the original version of The Guiding Hand. Again i must apologise for the lack of editing or spell checking as this really was just a rough draft and as you can see Aunt Jane was Orginaly Aunt Vanessa. Still i hope you like the different angle of this story.
XXXX
Andy

Her tenderness continues as, back in the comfort of your room, she slowly peels the clinging PVC from your body, revealing beneath, flesh, as moist and pink as any succulent fruit could be. Then in the warm perfume of her bath, where her touch is soft and voice low and understanding she gentley draws the soft sponge across your body, taking great care in cleaning away the unique aroma of hot PVC from every inch of you, untill finally she enfolds you in the fluffiest, scented towels.
Gathering the discarded PVC from the floor, she notices you starring into the full mirror.your skin shimmers in the soft light like warm satin and you are turning slowly , allowing the towel to drop lower behind you until the first glimpse of your dark valley is visible. She smiles and softly comes behind you. Jumping slightly as her hands shift over your shoulders her cheek touching yours.
“You looked so beautiful for me today darling”, her voice is barley a whisper but shivers through your body like electricity, “So sexy. And beautiful sexy boy deserve a reward”. Gently she eases the towel lower still, baring your round seat cheeks to her touch. A touch so warm and tender you feel your insides quiver. A touch of one fingertip which begins circling each fleshy mound, before slowly dipping into to explore the length of that dark valley. You gasp and the towel falls away. You are naked, more naked than ever before, eyes closed helpless and unwilling to stop her glorious invasion of your most intimate secrets. Her breath leaves your cheek, you sence her drawing away and her fingertips trail down your body to rest about your hips. Then punctuated by a sharp gasp from your dewy lips, you feel her breath once more , but this time on your quivering bottom. You force your eyes open and glance back. She is kneeling behind you, her face inches from your satin seatcheeks, gazing intently at her finger as it glides up and down its dark passage. Your mind races back to those pink panties, to the snap and ping, as they played between that same passage, But the image is instantly chaced away, for her voice trikles up to your ears, “Show me”, she purrs, her hands gentley easing you to turn to face her , “Show me”. Without further instruction you obey, openly presenting your by now violently ridged self to her, She looks up at you, into your wide excited, scared, astonished eyes, they burn deep into you and hold you as slowly she parts her richly glossed lips and guides you into her warm succulent mouth . It is a place like nothing you have ever felt, warm moist, she draws you in, running her tongue along your length, teasing that tiny hole, suckling you with warm wet lips. You feel your knees tremble, your hands without thought settle on her hair. She looks up at you, your eyes are closed lips parted breath slowl and long, she smiles amd draws you deeper an act which instantly leaves her brimming with your warm cream. She drinks it down, savouring your wonderful gift..

“Andrew darling”, your eyes flicker open she is sitting beside to, the bath foam gone, “Seams my beautiful Boy is a little tired. Ive laid out an outfit for you come to the study in an hour”, she kisses your forehead

It takes a few minutes for you to clear the vivid dream from your mind and when you finally enter your room you are surprised to find the outfit is not one of your Maid uniforms but her very own vermillion latex night dress, the one you had so foolishly tied on all those months back. Beside it was a new matching negligée with full sleeves trimmed with fine lace , a pair of delicate fine latex panties and much to your surprise a pair of shimmering red latex stockings!. It is the first time she has ever presented you with such an item and you knew that with the complimentary stilettoes beside your legs would look more feminine and sexier than ever before.
It takes you some time to ease the ultra thin latex up each leg, smoothing the trapped air out as you go so as to let the material form a perfect wrinkle free glaze from thigh to toe and with the needle thin high heels on your legs do look quite stunning and impossibley feminine. The panties nightie and negligee follow with ease, settling about your smooth body like a glistening icing, before you sit down before your mirror. Applying make up is such a purely feminine act and of all the thing you do now, this is still the most embarrassing. Yet it is a skill you are now much to you shame, very skilled . You choose a light foundation, the tinted cream smoothes easily across your,now completely flawless skin giving it a softly tanned satin sheen. This smoothed down below your shoulders and neckline, you begin to shade your eyes. A mixture of metalic greys and smoky coal on the lids and edges, highlights the colour of your eyes, whilst a double coat of mascara to lengthen your lashes, gives them the sophisticated look Lady Vanessa likes on you . Next you turn your freshly painted eyes to those two full petals of your lips. As instructed you apply a base of collogin cream which gives them a full sensual pout, before first linning and painting them in with a matching vermillion lipstick, before its moist satin finish is turned into a syrupy glaze by twin coats of expensive glosser. Finishing touches come with the soft blush brush, which leaves your skin with a deeply warm golden/ red glow .You glance at the clock, you must be before Lady Vanessa in 5 minutes, you look at your hair, still damp! and then across to that long blonde wig of the chauferess.
2 minutes to go and you are routed to your high heels, you are gazing at the ‘new’ girl in the full mirror, this is not the cute sexy Maid, nor the sharp, emaulately uniform chauferess, This was an entirely new vision .A rich, sophisticated and very, very sexy, girl sheathed in glistening red, a sensual, young lady, with long graceful limbs, a slim waist ,curved hips , round buttocks and swan neck. A girl with sparkling eyes and perfect painted features framed by tumbling waves of gold. Your stomach knotted, but not, this time, with embarrassment or shame but with excitement! the image in the mirror is the most stunning girl you have ever seen and when her glossy lips, full and wet slowly part in there syrupy glaze to answer her mistresses call, you feel you must surely faint .

The look on Lady Vanessa face says it all, delight, excitement Love and pride all in one wide smile.”You look perfect”, she says, standing and glossing her lips to yours and a creamy kiss. “Just perfect”.
You spend the evening enfolded in her arms, her peach/cream silk night gown complimenting the sheen of your red latex. You snuggle close, happy to be with her, forgetting all she as impossed upon you, contented to bathe in her perfume ,to listen to her soft voice and when the evening ended to be led back to your room and kissed good night. .

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You bend to collect the mail, as you do you feel the latex of your Maids dress stretch and slide across your freshly perfumed body. You straighten and for a moment glance into the mirror, the cute sexy Maid, with sparkling eyes looks back at you .Time seems to have drifted by, in this week everything seems to have become so normal now. You are Lady Vanessas Maid, her chaufferess , her companion and her plaything. Your mornings are now spent, in Shimmering Latex, every bit the perfect Maid, often in the afternoon you would squeeze into Glossy PVC, as her chaufferess, taking her to her office, or to dinner and friends. The evenings though are still a surprise. One day you will be her personal Maid, dressed in that bright pink uniform, the next you might be her doll and spend the evening being dressed and made up, turned into a model, whilst over evening you might simply be cuddled and cradled to her warm body. It all seems so normal now, so normal.. You take one long look at the maid in the mirror, then smooth your shiny skirt with perfectly polished fingers and turn on high heels.

“Good morning Andrew”. Lady Vanessa greets you as you enter the lounge. Your eyes widen, as ever she is immaculately presented, dressed this morning in a knee length figure hugging skirt of shiny black leather, her slim waist highlighted by a wide belt and full bust expertly displayed within a sheer white silk blouse. She looks stunning. ”Andrew?” she prompts
“Good morning Madam”, you curtsy. “Your mail”.
“Are thank you dear”, she takes the envelopes with perfectly enamelled fingertips. “Now at noon I will need to visit the office, So please ensure the chauferess is ready”, she smiles. You nod and curtsy. “That will be all”.

At noon you are standing by the bright red car, your skintight uniform matching the shine of the paint work. Lady Vanessa smiles, “Good boy”. she whispers kissing your cheek as she slides out of the seat. You smile. With pride as she glides into the building.
In time the big black limo drives by. You see it almost every time you are waiting. Bu this time it passes again. Finally on the third pass it stops and you watch as a tall slim, elegantly feline creature slides out and approaches. She must be about 40, with long dark hair, dark eyes and full glossy plum lips. She is wearing a full length black military style leather coat, from beneath which reach patent leather boots, matching gloves in which, to your shock, she carries a crop. You lower your gaze as she comes before you, yet you can still feel her eyes on you. After a long pause you jump at the feeling of her crop sliding up the side of your PVC coated thigh and round to those gleaming buttocks. You feel yourself shiver and then to your horror says in a delighted tone, “Yes you are….You are a boy”. You instantly feel your nerve go, how could she tell and if she can then….Oh no everyone can. You shuffle nervously now as her inspection of you continues, the crop gliding across your stomach and shoulders, caressing your ,now very, flushed cheeks. “beautiful, so beautiful”.
“Good afternoon”, Lady Vanessas voice comes from behind, never have you felt such relief. “Can I help you”.
The lady in black introduces herself as countessa Christiana Bellucci . “I was admiring your beautiful young man”, she says her voice richly accented.
“Why thank you”, Lady Vanessa says proudly, “ This is Andrew and I am Lady Vanessa Fullerton- Silk”.
“Lady Fullerton-Silk, it is my pleasure to meet you and of cause your beautiful companion ,good afternoon Andrew”.
You look to Lady Vanessa for instruction. “Andrew”.
“Good Afternoon Countessa”,you say, curtsying with out thought.
“Wonderful, wonderful”, she exclaims, “Bella, perfect, Please I adore such beauty every time I see him. Such a perfect beauty, so willing and obedient, always tall and proud, such grace. Forgive me, perhaps I an a little ….how you say envious?”
“Not at all”, Lady Vanessa purrs, “Your kind words are very welcome”.
“Please I am holding a ball at my counrty estate, this weekend, tomorrow, please Lady Fullerton- Silk. Would you be my guests at such short notice”.
“i would be delighted countessa, thank you”.
“Excellent.I will send you details and I look forward to seeing you again”. She smiles, “Good afternoon”. And with one last glance in your direction turns away.

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The drive to the estate takes well over an hour, but with the warm summer sun still high it is a perfect evening for a drive.Or rather it was for Lady Vanessa in her shimmering ball gown of cream silk, you on the other hand have been in your skintight PVC uniform for the last 3 hours, the second of which was spend being thoroughly polished from tip to toe with liquid enamal, which left your outfit, shining
like glass , reflective as a mirror and as tight as hell.
The Estate is out beyond London and you arrive in front of the large ornate house with a few other guests. Everyone is dressed to perfection and as you slide from the seat and open Lady Vanessas door you blush as you feel everyones eyes turn to you.
“Thank you Andrew”, she says,. “And look. Some how I didn’t think you will look out of place Andrew”, she says, guiding your eyes to the open door. Your breath catches, for there much to your surprise stand 4 beautiful, immaclately presented, young Maids, each dressed in a uniform that shines with the unmistakable liquid gloss of rubber. “Don’t worry darling”, she whispers, kissing you on the cheek, “they are not as cute my Maid”.
You watch her glide up the steps, where the 4 maids curtsy as one and then vanish into the hall. Moments later you feel a presence behind you, you turn be met by a very beautiful lady of about 50, she is tall slim with an lovely figure highlighted by a slim fitting wine red satin gown. Her immaculately enstyled red hair compliments her deep green eyes , eyes which are wide and gaze at you with astonished admiration. You smile back.
“Oh I’m so sorry my dear”, she says smiling, “I did not mean to stare, its just that….well you are quite a stunning sight”.
“That’s quite alright Madam”, you reply, “It happens all the time”
“Oh I’m quite sure, but”, she pauses, “Is that….plastic?”
“Its called PVC, yes like plastic”.
“Oh my, it must get very hot…PVC I have never heard of such a thing”. again an embarrassed pause,“May I?”. Her fingertips hover close to your arm. You smile and her fingertips slide over the freshly polished surface. “Oh my.That is odd…But as I say.. you do look lovely in it”.
“Thank you”.
“ please I was hoping, do you know where I am to go, never been to one of the Countessas Ball before, only met her last week, but she pleaded with me to attend so”. You point to the wide door. “Oh thank you …..So sorry to bother you my dear. Its been lovely to meet such a beautiful girl, Good night”.
You watch with a smile as the charming lady walks away.

2 hours drift by and the summer sun is setting when from behind you you hear the sond of foot steps on the gravel. “There you are Andrew”. You turn to find The countessa. Your breath leaves you body, she is more beautiful than before, her long dark hair tied up into a long ponytail, leaves her beautiful face open. Her features are a masterpiece of made up, ornate, heavy, yet completely stunning, turning her blue eyes into crystal and her lips into moist summer fruits . However it is not only her beauty which makes your eyes widen with amazement, you are also stunned to see it is not only the maids of the household who shimmer in latex. This beautiful woman is squeezed into a flowing ball gown of deep black latex, Its tight bodice both cradling and moulding her superb bosom into twin pillows of soft creamy flesh., punctuated by the deep cleft of her cleavage ,whilst each movement causes the rippling skirts to part to revealing long lengths of her latex stockinged legs and dagger pointed heels. “Where have you been hiding?”.
It takes an eternity for your voice to return, but when it dose it is little more than a whisper. “Lady Vanessa likes me to wait by the car…..Madam”. you add with a curtsy, your eyes lowered .
“I invited you both”, she says reaching out to take your hand, “Now you will please come in side,I have many people I want you to meet”.
“Please Madam, I can not disobey. I feel I should stay here”, you sigh, “beside I am not appropriately dressed”.
“No. Then I invite you and as for as appropriate dress”, she draws you closer, “I am sure I have something that will show off your beautiful body”. And before you can offer any other resistance she is leading you into the hall
It is a superb building, all marble and velvet draping. The walls are filled with art works and finished in polished dark wood, whilst the floors boast deep deep carpets. Running down its centre and linned by a row of perfectly detailed feminine figure, carved from what looks like polished ebony, is a wide marble stair case on which stand the 4 beautiful Maids there latex uniforms glistening in the light.
“Now Andrew I put you in the hands of my Maids. Emily, Brigitte .Isabella and juliette, This is Andrew”.
You look between each girl, they are all so very beautiful and to a degree very similar almost like sisters. There uniforms, though clearly those of a maid, are in a very different style to your own, Where yours are soft and very feminine these are far more ….enclosing, almost, with high necked collars, long sleeves, gloves and matching stockings,…yes restrictive ….
“Good Evening Andrew”, they say as one, each presenting a deep curtsy.
“Hello”,.You softly reply.
“It is so nice to meet you , You are very beautiful”.
You feel yourself blush at there kind words.
“Now Brigitte”. The girl lowered her eyes, “Girls please take Andrew and find him something more appropriate for my ball , I think something from the collection might be suitable.”.
“Yes Madam”, came the almost excited reply and quickly the girls surround you and, in a murmur of ohs and ahs and ‘Its so tight’ and ‘Its so smooths’., lead you at their centre up the stairs.

The upstairs of the hall is as superb as the rest and after passing several doorways and several mor of those stunning statues, you are ushered into a well lit dressing room, its walls linned with wardrobes and at its centre, standing in a ring of lights stand two circles of mirrors, One surrounding a high chair and make up table, the other taller one a low pedistal.. Off to one side you can se through to a second room, this bathroom is also brightly lit and from I curls a mist of scented steam.
Its takes 4 pairs of hands no time to peel your flesh from the glistening plastic skin and before you know it the warm scented foam is bathing away any tint of PVC. As you lay there you think how bizarre it is. Once more you are to be dressed, made up and presented as a image of feminised perfection, but this time you are in the delicate hands of 4 girls of your own age. You blush deeply at the idea.
Not that you have time to dwell on the thought, for soon you are having your long blonde hair enstyled, you notice quickly that it has the same high pony tailed look of the countessas. It is a similarity which extends to your new make up, with ornate eyes, soft highlighted cheekbones and full honey wet lips. In fact it was a quite stunning ‘look’, the sultry sensuality of your long lashed eyes is almost the complete opposite of your dewy lips shaped as they are now into the perfect, innocent bow of a child, yet some how these opposites have transformed you into a very, very sexy young woman.
Again though, clearly under instruction not to delay your return to the ball, the maids give you no time to admire there skills. You are led from the mirror circled chair to the low pedistal where the girls have a shimmering black latex gown laid out, a latex gown which would clearly display more than in concealed for just a quick glance told you it had no back! No back at all, Indeed as they held it up it became opbvious it had no front either. ,Indeed it was merely two sides which when eased on would be joined at front and rear with a criss cross of laces. For a moment you panic, think you will be fully exposed, unable to hide your boy hood in such a dress, but to your ‘relief’ you are first eased into a very brief, G string, which whilst covering your embarrassment, left your satin smooth buttocks open to all. Then with all 4 Maids about your you watch yourself from every angle, as reflected a million times in the mirrors, you are eased into the dress. The latex ,warmed under the lights settles onto you every curve, hugging you from chest to calf where it tails into a loose train. Two Maids hold the gown a the others draw the laces tight, stretching the thin rubber into a perfect second skin, whilst leaving your front and rear very exposed. The tight lacing also had two other effects, firstly, the dress became very tight about your legs, squeezing them into a single shining column which would make walking difficult and secondly it had an unforseen effect about your chest, which makes you glossy lips part in a silnt gasp. Much to your shock the laced latex has drawn up any loose puppy flesh it could and has moulded it into a very obvious and extremely sweet little cleavage, crowned by two very hard nipples which poke out into the ultra fine rubber. Gazing in shock at the effect the dress has had on you you hardly notice the wide chocker collar being laced about your slim throat nor the very high heels being slipped onto your feet.
Infact the sight of your new body, near naked in this dress, your buttocks open and exposed, your legs bound perfectly as one, leaves you stunned until you suddenly realise you are being sprayed with a fine aromatic oil. The effect of which is both shocking and undeniabley sexy, for now ,not only dose your dress shine with the deep liquid gloss of polished latex, but your naked skin also glistens, giving it the appearance of being coated in translusent rubber its self .
The Maids step back, whispered words of compliment buzz in the warm air, as you turn within the mirrors, your fingers gentley running over your sleek dressed hip, you realise you have never looked like this before, you have gone beyond being a mere feminised boy and now stood transformed into a truly beautiful young lady. A hand takes yours and the 4 Maids guide your way.

For a long moment you stand in the door, the large room is full of beautiful women of all ages, some dressed as elegantly and classically as lady Vanessa in silk and satin gowns, whilst others also wore gowns but these glistening and gleamed with the unmistakable shine of rubber.
. Yet in a room of beautiful women you are the most stunning of visions. Sensual, ornate, elegant and impossibly beautiful. The look on Lady Vanessa face says it all. The countessa approaches, her eyes afire. “You look stunning my darling, I knew you would”, she says taking your hand and kissing you softly in the cheeks, before adding with a low purr, “perhaps I might taste those soft lips later”.
Your movements restricted by the tightly sheathing dress and skyscraper heels, you wiggle with tiny delicate steps as you allow her to lead you through the parting crowd to the raised area where , Lady Vanessa and a number of other ladies await . Stopping before her you remember your manners a drop a slighty unsteady curtsy to your wide eyed mistress.
“Do forgive me lady Vanessa”, the countessa says, “Andrew did not wish to give up his duties but im afraid I insisted he join us”.
“That is quite alright”, she replies, her hand running down the exposed curve of your buttocks, “It is a quite stunning outfit”.
“One of your own designs”. A gorgeous blonde in a gleaming perlesant pink latex gown says smiling at her host.
“Indeed i…”
“Excuse me”, you all look to the polite cultured voice. It is the lady you met outside, “Im sorry, but did you say….Andrew?”.
“That is correct, Georgina this is Andrew. He is my maid , my chauferess. and my companion”, Lady Vanessa says, her hand encircling your smoothly moulded hips and drawing you close in an almost protective way.
“Isn’t he gorgeous”, The countessa adds catching your eyes in hers, “There truly is something spiritual about the feminisation of a young man, to peel away the decreed surface and mould the beauty within”.
“Feminisation?, I have never heard of such a thing”, offered a gorgeous second lady, dressed in lace and satin.
“The complete transformation of a boy into a girl”, The blonde adds, smiling at you.
“Well its not that far really”, Lady Vanessa says, “Andrew will always be very much a young man, but blessed with all the beauty and femininity of a girl”
“The best of both worlds you might say”. The countess adds.
Lady Vanessa can see your face filling with colour and with a deft move changes the subject. “Tell us more of your designs Countess?”
The lady smiles, “I design for my own company N-Slave. I sell over the web and produce a widely circulated magazine. My true love though is photography and film making. I do all my own design and art works”.
“That is amazing, Andrew and I often watch films in the evenings, I have a small cinema at my home in London. What do you make”.
“Mostly small films for a select european market”.
“That is interesting perhaps we might see you at work?”.
“I will insist upon it”. The countess smile stroking your cheek. Before excusing herself.

As the party went on, you can feel the eyes of each and every guest pass over you, hardly surprising when you consider apart from your hostess you are the only guest wrapped in perfumed rubber with his body shimmering like glass. But even then, whether it is the champagne, something you had never had before, or just the kind and polite words of the other guests, you feel yourself relaxing and by the time a number of the guests begin to leave you are encircled by 5 very beautiful ladies, all of about 30 to 45 years of age and happily answering there questions about your life and how you came to be, in one ladies words, ‘Cute enough to spread with honey and eat for breakfast’.
Indeed it is only sometime later when they bid you good night that you realise she is nowhere you be seen. Excusing yourself from the last 2 ladies you wiggle over to the stair case where the countess Is saying good night to departing guests. She spots you and a smile curls on her lips.
“Ah Andrew darling”.
“Forgive me Countess, but do you know where I might find Lady Fullerton-Silk”.
“Do not worry darling”, she strokes your cheek, “I am sure she is about somewhere. Now you come with me Andrew. I have been dying to get you alone all night ”.
She takes your hand and leads you to sit before the fireplace. Sitting opposite her you can really see how beautiful she is, she has an almost perfect face, her lips and eyes seem to fit precisely into her round, high cheeks face and with her dark hair down you imagined she would be even lovelier.
“You have been quite a hit tonight Andrew, everyone of my guests agrees you are one of the loveliest girls they have ever seen. Some of them even refused to believe you were not a real girl atall, claining you were a model or something”. She strokes your cheek, “I must say I find it difficult to believe it myself.”.
You feel your colour rise in your cheeks and thank her for her words.
“Not at all Andrew, You really are very very beautiful. Lady Vanessa is very lucky to be so close to you”.
She sits back her eyes never leaving you and as you talk about your duties, your story and explain how you now wear nothing but latex,it is not just the countesses physical beauty you find captivating, but her gently accented voice and caring tone. She can not say to many time how beautiful you are , how you truly suit latex and how you would fit into one of her little films. You joke you had always wanted to be a film star and when she leans closer and says you will be….she means it.
You feel your self flush and glanceing about ask where Lady Vanessa is.The countess stops one of her maids.
“She was in the gallery Madam, with madam Rai”.
“Oh how lovely, shall we join them darling”. The countess takes your hand and leads you through the house and into a wide gallery, linned with photograph and designs of girls in various outfits. “This is where I like to keep my favorite pictures, a private gallery”. She stops you infront of an image of a womandressed in what you could only describe as a riding outfit of black and red, whilst in her hands she held a set of reigns which led to a bridel enclosed the head of a beauty seemingly dressed as a pony, complete with swishing tail and plummed main. “This is Jessica and lucy. Lucy is the ponygirl. I think they were still at school when I took that. There mummy loved it, she said it truly showed how Jessica dominated her baby sister”. She looks at you for a reaction. You give none, How can you react to such a unearthy thing. “Very….nice”, you say. She smiles. “You are so kind, please, let me show you this”. She gentley guides you along to a free standing frame and for a moment gasp aloud. You step closer to see. It is an image of a beautiful young lady rising from a bath of glistening black liquid, The tar like fliuid clinging and rippling down her superb body.
“Liquid Rubber”. The countess purrs, her hand resting on the small of your back as if to prevent you stepping back. “Warm liquid rubber, one of lifes most sensuous experiences. For a long time the countess lets you dwell on the picture, then with a glance at you, her eyes glowing, her hand slips lower onto the upper curve of your bottom. “Lets see what Lady Vanessa is so engrossed in”.
As you approach Lady Vanessa it is clear she is totally captivated by the large photo which dominates the end wall and as you near you can see why. The image shows and tall stunningly figured woman completely sealed in a second skin of glossy vermillion red rubber. Not a millimetre of flesh remained visible apart from where two wide excited blue eyes sparkled. But it was not the rubber or the eyes that stunnned you it was the gleaming black tube which snaked from between her thighs and coiled up to contect to the mask which covered her nose and mouth. You feel a hand cup you buttocks.
“Isn’t she beautiful, my very favourite model.. Always willing to take one more step”.
Lady Vanessa looks round, her face is glowing and red. “It is …..astonishing”, she says her voice oddly faltering, “But it can not be real”.
“Why ever do you say that, Lady Vanessa”. Your hosts hand slips from your bottom and she steps to her side.
“I mean it is to perfect, there is not a blemish on the figure as if it were touched up…..by computer”.
The countess laughs, “Lady Vanessa I can assure you, there is nothing touch up about any of my images. Computers are so lifeless. No everything you see is very real”.
“Please Countess, Such a tight fit must be impossible, and besides your model would suffocate in such a…….mask”.
You watch as the countess rests one hand on Lady Vanessas back, running her fingers down her spine. “The Suit is ¾ size, this allows for that fabulous tension and as for the breathing. The mask regulates the wearers inflow of air, so a tubbed girl can either breath normally or if so desired by her or her mistress a mixture of air and more”, she lowers her voice to a honey trickle, “natural gases”.
. “Forgive me it was rude to doubt your host, “Lady Vanessa says her eyes returning for one last glance. “But It is truly unbelievable, to think that within that rubber skin is a living breathing girl, I mean it must be so hot, so stiffelingly sweaty and tight”
“But these thoughts Lady Vanessa are the true sensations ,the true beauty of my world, as anyone who has touched it would know”.
Lady Vanessa steps back, you see her face clearly flushed, like a school girls. “No I understand, what you strive for is the reprisantation of pure sensation”. Her words and tone struggle to conseal a tremble. “But where as I do not claim to understand the passion behind them , they do…”, she pauses her voice trailing into nothing, silence hangs in the air as she gazes at the image which had captivated her the evening before and fueled her sleeping dreams. “Talk to me”.
The countess breaths in the moment, again her hand rests on your mistresses back. She look back at you, her eyes narrow and gleaming, her lips part in there glossy velum, she smiles. “I would love to take you into my world so you might understand”.
You can here your mistresses breathing deepen. “In…in what way?”.
The countess smiles. “To immerse yourself in art is truly to understand it”, she says And points to the base of the picture, to a small printed plaque .It simpley reads
LADY VANESSA.
Your mistress looks to your host her breath catching in her throat. “You were quite right Lady Vanessa. It is just a cold computer image. I admit the night I met you at my Party in Solingen I could not sleep until I had created this”. She looks up at the image, with pride, “You truly inspired me, your beauty, your inteligence and elegance but you are correct, the image you see is cold and false, it dose not touch me…….that is whey I invited you to stay. The moment I saw you again I hoped you might help me bring it to life and become my work of art”.
Lady Vanessa stepped back, laughing nervously ,the realisation of what she was being asked instantly clear. “You mean to….to be like that”. She points to her stunning reprisentation on the wall.
“Yes Lady Vanessa, yes, to be my model”.
“Oh no”, she shakes her head, “no thank you, countess, but I could not…not like that it would be too much”.
“But Lady Vanessa, you already understand the sensuality of the fetish ideal”, the countess says stepping forward once more, eager not to loose her chance, “In Andrew, you have, tome, created the most stunning of fetish ideals. As a Latex maid Andrew is the perfect blend of submission, bondage, beauty and sexuallity. The image of a boy transformed into such a fetishistic ideal as a latex maid can only be done by one with a true feeling”. You blush deeply at her admiring glance, “Just as the recreation of the image you so admired here can only be realised by one who truly feels”.
The rhythm of the words flow through lady Vanessa like a well, making her dizy. “But..but it would be to much, I could not imagine being so….so helpless. No please forgive me countess but I could not”, she pauses, choosing her words, “The idea……scares me”.
“Please forgive me, Lady Vanessa, I asked to much”, the countess steps back, “I understand entierly, such an image can only be cunjoured in the mind”.
“Please fogive me countess, I do not mean to insult you”.
“Not at all. Lady Vanessa. You have luxuriated in the possibilities of this image much as have been luxuriating in Andrews company and that is all”. She turns and takes your hand “Now please it is late, I must offer you both a bed”.
“No please that would be an imposition”, Lady Vanessa says. But your host will have no argument.
“Not at all, please I insist, My maids will take you”,
“Thank you Countessa”, you present her with a deep curtsy. “It has been a wonderful evening”.
“You are welcome my sweet boy”. She smiles and caressing your cheek with delicate fingers draws you closer until you can feel her breath on your face. “and Perhaps now Lady Vanessa if I may, might take my taste of Andrews lips”.
“It is the least I can offer countess”. She replys.
As her glossy lips slowly part in there syrup glaze, you feel you must swoon, your eyes close as your lips part and your hands without begging settle on her latexed hips. Bu the kiss dose not come, her lips hover above yours, teasing them with her breath, until slowly her tongue glides from between and smoothes across your lips in one lavasious, slow lick, before slowly drawing the taste of your lips back into her mouth, “Mmm, perrrrfect”, she purrs, before slowly stepping back and leaving you hovering in mid air, “Thank you Andrew, They taste like nectar. Now sweet dreams”.
The imprint of The countessas beautiful face and the scent of her breath leave you stunned and light headed, and as the Maids lead you and your mistess up the stairs you can barly walk, Not from the tight latex gown but from the effect her touch has had on your enclosed boyhood, which with every tiny step now rubs aching against the inside of that smoothing Gstring.

“ I had my Maids lay out 2 nightdresses for you”.the countess says, showing Lady Vanessa into her bedroom,
“Thank you so much Countess, you have been so generous”.
“Not at all it is a delight to have you both here, please sleep well”. She says, before much to lady Vanessas surprise placing her lips to hers. The kiss I soft and quick, but as she closes the door behind her departing host, she feels her knees wobble.
Lady Vanessa looks about. The room is warm and fresh, superbly decorated as the rest of the house, Polished floors, rich cream and red drapes and walls hung with subtle art works, but then as moves toward the wide double bed , her jaw drops, for bathed in the warm light she can see the bed , enclosed within a floor length , flowing canopy, it is dressed, sheeted and pillowed entirely in the smoothest, finest deep bronze rubber imaginable, giving it the appearance of being coated in a film of thick glistening honey.
After a moment to take in the scene, her eyes fall on the two nightdresses …One is silk the other is gleaming fiery red rubber!. Heart pounding, she slips from her silken gown, her eyes dart between the two. Then naked, softly runs her fingers over the gleaming rubber, it is so cool so smooth, like liquid. She trembles. Then turning picks up the shimmering silk. The familiar soft sheen trickles through her fingers . So soft so natural . She looks back her heart flutters and to her shock and the next moment is descarding the silk and is allowing herself for the first time to be engulfed in slippery latex.

Mean while the bedroom into which the attentive Maids lead you is just as stunning, blessed to with a wide conopied rubber bed. This nest o golden latex transfixes you until one of the Maids squeezes your hand and you turn, she is holding up a long nightdress, fashioned from the same translucent bronze rubber that surrounds the bed ,
You allow the Maids to ease the gown from your body and replace it with the shimmering nightdress. One maids opens the back to you and 3 other pairs of eager hands help you step in. It is complimented by the addition of a pair of matching panties and a pair of high heeled bed slippers The nightdress is tight and after but a few moments ,clingy smoothy about your silken body and now as your fingers smooth over your latex smooth body you immediately feel a difference between this and the rubber of your uniform. For a moment you feel alone lost in your dreams the rubber is thinner smoother, yet clings even tigher, the maids notes you feelings, “This darling, is called gum rubber” one says in a soft accented voice “it is a pure latex, very special and very expensive, I’ll let you in on a secret, This nightdress cost ….500 pounds”, she draws you close, smoothing the latex down your thighs and over your bum, before standing back to admire her efforts “and was worth every penny, now in you hop”.
You realise, the moment you try to move that ‘hopping’ will not be an option. The full length nightdress clings all the way down to your ankles making even the slightest movement very awkward. However all thoughts of that trouble are instantly forgotten the moment the maids peel open the bed. Always attentive to your every emotion, the maid once more notes your hesitation, a hand rests on your shoulder and gently eases you down, before she instructs you to swing your legs in.
The latex of your nightdress and that of the mattress instantly cling to each other and the sounds od stretching rustling rubber fills the room until she is happy you are positioned correctly in the beds centre . Then with your head nestled into the deep rubber pillows, they swiftly, settle the thin latex top sheet over you. At first the latex surrounding you is cool, but by the time it has been secured in place with a row of tiny poppers, effectively sealing you from chin to toe in shimmering rubber, it has begun to warm and cling. But the maids are not finished with you yet. You feel a finger trace a line down your body, to where your rubber sheathed boyhood throbs. It smooths about its tip, sending tingles of delight and shame through your enclosed body Your breath deepens, you feel a new wave of embarressment as your hips slowly begin to girate to the touch and with soft sensual tone each beautiful maid whispers there good nights. Each leaning close so as to breath her words onto your glossy lips, before gifting you a soft kiss. “Good night Andrew…..we will have such fun with you”.
You open your hazy eyes as the four stunning girls in glistening rubber uniforms step back and draw the zipper of the drapes down, forming a drum tight membrane about the bed and sealing you within its hot liquid centre.
Sleep would come eventually.

You are a wake to the soft cooing of 2 beautiful maids. They are resplendent in there glistening black rubber uniforms, there dresses tiny and dainty show off there fabulous figures, ther slim waists, long legs and full high breasts. You allow these visions of some kinky dream to eases you from your warm rubber nest, helping you from your now sweat streamed latex nightdress, peeling your from it as if you were some luxurious fruit until you stand naked glistening in a sheen of your own natural juice. You are showered, perfumed and powdered, before under the girls delighted gaze you sit and apply your make up. You emphisise your eyes and line then with long jet lashes, before rouging your cheeks and glossing your full lips. It is a complicated art yet now after time you find it easy and quickly you are once more gazing at the face of a very beautuful young lady.
“Wonderful”, you turn to find the countess entering the room, your jaw drops and you gasp. She is wearing a slim fitting black knee length skirt, black stockings, white blouse and high high heels all fashioned from slick, glistening rubber, She looks stunning more beautiful than you ever remember her . Her face a vision of immaculate make up and her hair perfect and glossy.. You stand before her naked but for your panties and ever present high heels. In her hand she carries a glistening dress
“Good morning madam”. You say, ‘bobbing’.
“Good morning darling”, she purrs, “I trust you slept well”.
“Yes madam, thank you”.
“Good”, she draws closer her eyes darting over your near naked body, a finger light and sensuous strokes a line across your shoulders and down one arm, “Hmmmm”, she purrs, lost in thoght, “Your are so feminine. I can’t wait to see you in the outfit I have selected for you”. She holds up the glossy black rubber dress. Your eyes widen. Oh my it will be short!
Your blush. “Th..thank you madam”.
“The pleasure will be mine”, She turns to her maids and instructs them in French. “My Maids will bring you to me when you are prepared……I have a surprise for you”
“But what of lady Vanessa?”, you ask
She steps closer and brushes your cheek with her lips. “She has already had her surprise”.

“And here we are back in the main Gallery”, The countess says leading you back into the wide well lit room. She glances round at you and catches you staring once more. She smiles and wiggles her bum. You blush, “Don’t worry darling”, she whispers, “I like you looking at me”, Your blush deeply and without thought once more tug at the hem of your dresses tiny skirt, but still it hovers just covering your pantied bottom. The military style dress in shiny black rubber , which closed down the front in a row of gold poppers, had long tight sleeves and a low scooped neck line , in which now to your shock seems to nestle a cute little cleavage. The outfit is completed by white latex gloves and a pair of thigh high black boots, These too boast military style detailing and emphasise the superb shape of your long feminine legs.
You tug at the skirt once more. The countess smiles and takes your hand away. “I dose not need to be any longer darling, It is meant to show you off”. You blush. It dose that alright. “Now I think it is time to show you your surprise. Come with me Andrew”. She takes your hand and leads to behind a parted curtain and down a flight of steps.
“Wait in here”, she says opening the smooth sliding door, “I shall not be long”.
“and Lady Vanessa?”.
She smiles her lips glossy and wet, “Don’t worry Andrew, lady Vanessa will be joining us soon”.
You enter the warm and wide, well lit room. Its walls are linned with rows of movable lighting and reflectors, and as you move in you notice dotted about, are wheeled cabinets in which sit cameras and other equipment . In the rooms centre is a raised platform, like a stage, surrounded by lights and draped curtains. The air is thick with the aroma of rubber and just to the platforms right is a low cabinet, its open dorr revealingobjects, the perpose of which your young mind could not begin to imagine. Tubes funnels, strips, straps, locks bottles even balls with pipes snaking from them and on its own on a lower shelf, a long shint tube, with a mask at one end and a cupped bell at the other, you recognise it instantly. You gaze at it, lips parted, breath deep. You tingle all over, you tingle with….with…oh my with excitement!. Catching yourself, you step back and as you do s you catch a glimpse of someone. Your heart jumps but calms as you realise it is just a mirror you have glanced into. For a moment you try to look away but unable to resist looking at yourself . Slowly you turn, unable to avoid admireing the stunning beauty the mirror reflects back, the long legs, slim waist, rounded hips and …. “Oh no!”, you gasp for reflected in the opposite mirror is a perfect view of your back or rather of your bottom. For ,for the first time you realise just how tiny your skirt really is, Riding up at the rear to reveal not only the lower curve of your cute bottom cheeks, but also the beginning of the secret valley between. You turn away tugging hopelessly at the skirts hem, your cheeks flushed with fresh embarrassment.
A few moments later, an invisible door slides open at the far end of the room and the countess enters. You can barely contain your ‘WOW’ of admiration. She is now dressed in a pair of the tightest shiny black vinyl pants imaginable, a matching halter neck top which desplays her full breast and erect nipples beneath its clinging surface and a pair of black patent leather high heeled boots. She looks stunning and she can see the approval in your eyes. She beckons you through the door, the next room It is very warm, steamy and thick with the smell of hot rubber. Instantly you feel the prickle of sweat beneath your tight rubber dress.
“Now stand here”, the countess says, running her hand round your near naked bottom. “It is time for your surprise”. For moment you remain still, just the sound of your heart pounding and the soft sexy crackle of rubber breaks the silence, then comes a low muffled moan, a sensual sihn drawn on the peak of arousal. You glance at your host, her eyes gleam with excitement.
“Surprise”.
The lights suddenly glow brighter and as if by magic the steam seams to part and before you is revealed a vision that ,If your voice would have come you would have made you scream.
. A clearly female figure, Sealed from crown to high heeled toe in a film of glossy vermilion red rubber writhes against the white tiled wall, her weight taken by her wrists which are clamped to the wall above her swaying head. A head which is featureless but for half closed eyes and a shockingly familiar black mask from which springs a black corrugated tube which snakes down to vanish into the crutch of the rubber suit. Your voice comes in a gasp of shock, It is the image in the gallery made life!.
But no mere image or picture could capture the true sensual terror before you now, no image could reproduce the plaintive muffled, yet oh so aroused moans and gasps of the captive beauty as she writhes within her creaking and stretching latex prison, nor could it capture the every detail of her body, every crease and dimple in the same way this glossy new skin can. Nor could a picture reveal the delirium and terror, or the arousal and shock behind those gleaming green eyes, green eyes, the only element of the captives femininity left un-submerged in latex, green eyes, that fluttered and opened then rolled back with each deeply draw breath green eyes that pleaed and begged for mercy, shining green eyes……..GREEN EYES!!!. You step back a shocked gasp escaping your glossed lips, as from behid that mask comes a muffled desperately lost plea.
“Andrew, please help me”, she moansher eyes rolling, “…oh god please”

You awake with a start, your body slick with sweat, heart pounding. You gasp and breath, tremble and calm, The image of Lady Vanessa is burned into your head, you can not shake nor the sound of her muffled pleas,
Indeed it is an image which prevents sleep from coming again and so a hour or so later, with the house in silence you are tip toeing down the hallstairs in your glossy nighdress to where the image still hangs in the now darkened gallery. Some how just seeing it clears your head, it was only a dream, the image just a picture, .
As you are about to step out you see a light flicker under a door in the far of the room. Not knowing if it should be on you silently make you way passed the picture and opening the door peak inside. To your surprise it is not a room but a corridor at the end of which is a stair case. Not knowing what to make of it your curiosity draws you in.
Not wanting to draw attention to your movements you tip toe on your high heels along the corridor and down the winding stairs. At the bottom is a smooth white door ……………

Don’t you hate cliff hangers………..

Valentines Day.

2012-02-14T07:57:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone
Happy Valentines day to all of you and i would like to say you are all my Valentines for the kind messages and sweet comments you make to my blog.
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Thank you all so much and big kisses.

However as this is my blog and it is the first Valentines since i started i just want to post something very personal if i may.

A few years back i lost my first and only true boyfriend very suddenly and never had time to say bye bye. But what i did do was write lots of stuff about him. So if i may just take a moment to post this.

Let the summer sun set on our backs,
enfold me in your arms.
Let the scent of roses fill the air
as I rest within your arms
Let us feel the earth beneath our rest
keep me safe within your arms
and let me feel your breath upon my cheek
and lay forever in your arms.

They say it gets easier with time, Then why do i still miss you.
Love you forever Con
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Sorry about that, but now on with the fun stuff.
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Shopping for make up

2012-02-14T07:38:00.003+01:00

Hi everyone
The other Saturday i was lucky enough to go shopping with my friend Sheila.I love shopping with ladies and have done any times with my lovely Gi, it is a wonderful excuse to linger around the departments a young, (all right, youngish man) usually feel uncomfortable being seen in.
I have always loved make up and stuff and i also love the cosmetics counters with their perfume, wonderful displays and beautiful staff and being out with a beautiful lady gives you time to take in all the gorgeous advertising posters and things one would normally only dare glance at. So i thought i would post a few of my favourites here as an illustration.
Seems i like Dior a lot.

English rose, Emma Watson

Monica Bellucci

Think i need another shopping trip soon. Anyone want to join me?

XXX

Andy

Very early story and special piece of art

2012-02-14T07:17:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,
I found this the other day and realised it was one of my very first stories. It features a 16 year olds (Me) fantasy but i am sure we all had those.There is also a piece of my art which, though not created for it, fits in very well.
I do hope you like it.
XXX
Andy

WASTED DREAM

Andrew

I have had a crush on my Auntie since I was a little boy, she was so lovely,I always look forward to my stays with her,. Although she was in her late 40s she was very beautiful and was such a good laugh, we always have fun. I also like visiting because her maid Jenna, oh she was so beautiful, she was about 20ish always smartly uniformed and liked getting me to help her about the house. I didn’t mind was great fun.
However one day my Auntie was not very happy, Jenna was feeling unwell and had to stay in bed, not a great problem really but tonight was the night of the important party my auntie had been planning,
“I don’t know what I’m going to do”, she said siting on Jennas bed. Jenna apologises again, Auntie smiles and took her hand, “don’t worry dear, it’s not your fault something will turn up”.
“Perhaps Andrew would be maid for the day, to help out”, jenna said smiling at me.” After all you know all my duties”,
My auntie looked at me and smiled,
“Oh Andrew , would you?, I would be so gratefull”, she said stroking my knee, I smiled and nodded
“Sure I don’t mind, if I will be of help”.
My Aunt took my hand and kissed it. “Oh thank you darling”, she said, “I know you will be wonderful, but we have no time to waste”, with that she leans over and kissed Jenna on the lips, “See you later dear”.
We left Jenna to sleep and went down stairs and began my new duties, I knew where everything was kept, all the dusters and mops. I know where to put any washing and things and my doing that allowed Auntie to lay out the house and arrange the food and drink and by 2.00pm everything was layed out, the caterers preparing in the kitchen and the tables are set.
“Oh look at the time”, she said “come along Andy we don’t want to be late”. I asked where to, “Jenna and I have an appointment at the beauty salon to have our hair, nails and make up done and as Jenna was ill I phoned Selina and she said she would love to help you instead”.
I didn’t quite understand. “
“help me?” I asked, “with what?”.
“why with you Hair, Nails and make up of cause silly”, My auntie smiled and stroked my cheek, , “ Oh Andy, if you are going to be my Maid for the day, you do want to look your prettiest”, she kissed me “Don’t worry darling I know you will look gorgeous in your Maids uniform”.
I was stunned, stunned into silence, dressed as a maid?, like a girl? Surely not, but my auntie was soon driving us into town and we pull up outside the salon. The sight of the pink draped windows returned my voice. “Auntie do I have to,?”.
She turned to me, her smile was soft and red, her eyes green and warm.
“Oh darling no not if you really don’t want to. It s just that this party was really important to me and I wanted everything to be perfect and I thought that if you were being maid for the day, you would want to look your prettiest for me”.
I can felt the lump in my throat, she looked so sad, I don’t like to see it, I love her so much. I had said I would help.
“Im sorry Auntie, I would like to”. Oh my what have I done!
Her smile said it all and in no time she was leading me through the door and into the scented feminine salon and the realisation of what was about to happen hits me and I felt myself tremble. As we waited I felt eyes on me, but soon we were greeted by a tall beautiful woman of auntie’s age, she was Selina the owner,
“You must be Andrew”, she said with a smile, before taking my hand and leading me away to sit in the centre chair, a pink silk cape slips about my neck. “Your Auntie has told me all about you, how you are going to be her Maid”, she said, so everyone else in the salon can hear, “she told me you were standing in for Jenna and that you wanted to look really beautiful for her”, I felt myself blush. “Don’t be embarrassed Andy, I have had a few boys in here before, but they wanted to be made up for fancy dress parties and things, they just take it as fun, no, it is so nice to meet a boy who really wants to become beautiful and feminine”.
I remember my stomach knotted.
Without a second word Selina begins, I was eased forward over the basin and my hair was washed, oddly it was done 4 times, before I sit back, she towelled it first then begins to enstyle it, cutting it, swiftly and with great skill , my hair lifting from my face, it was combed and teased, parted and clipped, trimmed and brushed. Then another girl sat beside me,
“Hi Andy, I’m Becky I’m, just going to do your nails, this won’t hurt”, with that I felt her take my left hand . I didn’t look, I felt worse. “You have lovely small hands”, have you ever had your nails painted before Andy”, she asked, I could not speak
It took about an hour before both Becky and Selina were happy. I sat under the warm dryer as the older arranged her make up tray. I could not believe is was happening, I glanced down to my nails, Oh my!! they were now smooth ovals, longer than before and painted a deep glossy pink, they were girls hands, like Jennas.
“Don’t your nails look sweet”, Selina said sitting close before me, “That Pink is such a sexy colour, I will paint your lips to match, it will make them very beautiful.”, as she spoke she began to smooth a light cream over my face and neck. “You have such a good complextion Andy I’m using a light foundation”, she explained, “ but don’t worry I intend to really go to town on your eyes and lips”.
It all happened like a dream, a weird helpless dream, I felt her applying make up to my face, a dozen brushes, pads and pens, every now and then she stopped and gazed at me, I know I was blushing, I was so embarrassed yet all the time she was saying how pretty was looking, I couldn’t be pretty, I was a boy . The final thing to be done were my lips, she took her time I felt the lipstick, it was smooth and creamy, like oil, like honey, she leant close as she carefully applied it, my lips become heavy. “And this is called glosser”, she said, holding a small bottle and brush, “This will make your lips really shiny and girly, like a cover girl”. It felt even wetter than the lipstick which already coated my lips. Two coats and she was gazing at me once more, then skilfully she unwraps the dry towel and after a few flicks with the brush steps back, her eyes said it all. My heart raced, I felt I would faint. I was gazing into the crystal blue eyes, of an impossibly beautiful young girl. With full wet, glossy lips hanging in a cute bow of surprise, her sweet oval face was framed by deep red hair, bobbed into a sleek style about her cheeks. I could not believe my eyes, for they were her eyes, and they sparkled
After a few moments lost in my ‘new’ face, I saw my Aunt approaching in the mirror, she looked stunning as ever her hair was freshly enstyled and her make up flawless, she can behind me, her eyes shining with excitement, her lips curling into a smile.
I don’t remember much about the drive home, except for the strange feeling of the lip gloss on my lips, when ever I spoke I could feel them slipping and sticking, my Aunt told me if I put my lips together, I am pouting and that I should let them fall in to a natural bow.
On arriving back at her house my Auntie led me straight up stairs, “I can’t wait to see you in your maids uniform” she said. She led me passed Jennas room, stopping briefly to say she was back and into the well lit dressing room. Nervous beyond belief I let my Aunt undress me, being naked infront of her was less embarrassing than the visit to the salon, she sprayed a rich perfume over my body, I felt it settle, then leaving me to luxuriate in the scented air she opened the wardrobe , I recognised Jennas maids dresses instantly, the idea of being dressed in one made me sweat once more. She took her time, taking out first a deep pink one, “This matches you lips Andy”, she said, before returning it. Then it was a cute powder blue one, like a babies dress, all frill and lace, “No not blue, not for a new girl”, then she suddenly stopped and went to a second door, she opened it with a flurish. “Yes”, she said, “How could i have forgotten, this is what a sexy new maid would wear”, she drew out another pink dress, even brighter than the first. Frilled about the neck, cuffs and hem with white lace, it was a quite simple dress however ….it shone, it shone like nothing I had ever seen before, no not shone, ..glistened, yes glistened like oil, its smooth surface reflecting the rooms light like sun on water. She brought it to me, a look of total excitement on her face .She held it up to me and as she did the material brushed my naked body, I gasped and shank back, it was cool and so smooth. My Auntie giggled, “Don’t be silly darling, here”, she took my hand and lay the dress across, It was smooth, slippery, rippling through my fingers like thick glossy pink liquid….i could not believe it, the dress was made of Rubber!!, A shiny pink rubber dress! I looked at my aunt she was looking at me, “I think you will look gorgeous in latex Andrew”

The misting of scented silicone latex polish was the finishing touch, it left the clinging pink dress even glossier and shinier than before, turning its smooth pink surface into a deep mirror like glaze, “There”, my aunt says stepping back, “perfect”, she smiled at me and took my trembling hand, “are you ready?”.
No I was not, I was gripped by mixed sensations, I dreaded to see what I looked like in my completely feminised state, but also needed to know. Everything felt so strange from the rich creaminess of my lips, to the clinging, stretching tightness of the thin rubber dress, hugging my body and chest as if I had been swallowed by a gleaming pink snake, the fine material stretching and squeaking with each nervous breath . She asked once more and I nodded .
Still a little unsure on my new 5 inch heeled stilettos ,she led me before the full length mirror. I was gazing at a truly stunning sight, a beautiful girl, tall in her high heels, dressed in a spectacularly sexy French maids uniform, which consisted of a gorgeous glossed pink rubber dress, trimmed with white frills, a gleaming white pinafore, also white frilled and tied at the centre of her back in a huge bow. Beneath the dress was a billowing mass of fou fou petticoating which raised the short skirt to reveal two very long, extremely shapely legs, sheathed in sheer, seamed silk stockings, legs that led teasingly downward to feet cradled in a pair of dangerously tall brilliant pink stiletto heeled court shoes., A beauty with the largest, bluest eyes I had ever seen and with the most perfect cherry pink lips, painted into a sweet tempting bow. Around her long slender neck she wore a simple pink latex collar, a sparkling diamond rings hung from her delicate ears, and on top of her copper red hair was a sexy ,white lace maids cap.. I Gasped as I beheld my ultra feminine image, a vision of rubberised perfection, a beautiful doe eyed rubber maid, her slim body enveloped in a sweet cocoon of glistening latex, her pretty blue eyes widened with amazement,
“You look absolutely marvellous, Andy”, my aunt whispered, “I never imagined you would be this beautiful”.
Nor had i

It took a few minutes for me to recover my mind, in this short day I had gone from shy 16 year old boy to beautiful 16 year of girl, from trainers to stilettos, from denin jeans to glossy rubber dresses. It was so much.
I remember her leading from the dressing room and without thinking I adopted a natural grace atop my heels, she took my hand as we went down the stairs and into the wide hall and there stood Jenna!, fully made up and emmaculately uniformed, the look on her face said it all, “Oh Andy you are so beautiful, we knew you would be”.
I looked at my Aunt she smiled,, “What sort of Aunty would i be if I did not know my beloved nephews most secret dreams”, she stroked my cheek lovingly, “Its alright now darling, I knew you would have been to shy to ever admit to it, and a lost dream is such a crime. I knew you would never let me down if I needed your help”.
I gazed into her eyes, she was so lovely, I understood. Slowly she kissed me on the lips, lingering letting our lips gloss slip wetly together, “This is just the beginning Andy, you see I to have a secret dream too, to have a beautiful niece”.

XXX
Andy

The Brilliant CapriciousAmber

2012-02-13T07:27:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

I had a message from CapriciousAmber over at deviantart, telling me she had created another piece for me. This in itself was very exciting as i think all her art is stunning. however what i found when i got there took my breath away. An image based on my story The Guiding Hand

Now as you may be aware that is a very personal story and involves lots of pieces based on real life, mainly the meeting of Andy and Will and is something i would not wish anyone else to play with as it has the ending my beautiful sweet 'Will' and i sadly never had.

However CapriciousAmber has created a piece which totally embraces the story and quite frankly made me gasp. This is brilliant and i can not thank her enough for it and for the care spent in creating it.

Thank you Honey, Thank you.

XXXXX

Sissy Andys, first Valentine. By CapriciousAmber

http://capriciousamber.deviantart.com/#/d4p9f8i

I love Glossy lips

2012-02-09T08:04:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,

This may seem like an odd thing to post, but last night i went out with a friend of mine, an older lady i have mentioned before a few times by the name of Sheila. Anyway we had a really nice time, got to know each other but all the time i found myself thinking and glancing at her lips. She wears really nice nail polish all the time, but last night her lips were really shiny, So i thought i would just visualise, if that is not being to ponsey, what i find so wonderful about painted lips, not only do i like having mine painted, but i like to watch Gi paint hers and of cause i love to kiss glossed lips.

Anyway i thought i would share these.

XXX

Andy

Captioned adventures of Andy

2012-02-09T07:56:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Thank you for visiting again. Here a re a few more of my captioned Miss-adventures of Poor Andy.

Hope you like them.

XXXX

Andy

Thank you for visiting and if you are a new, or indeed and old friend please say hi.

XXX

Stunning photographs..Update

2012-02-07T07:48:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,

I came across these and i had to post them, they are such brilliant images which spark the imagination. There is a story to be told here, but what is it? , what is happening here?, Who are these beautiful and strong women?. That, to me, is brilliant art.

But do any of you also know who they are by and if there are indeed more?

Thanks for visiting.

XXXX

Andy

Hi everyone,

Thank you to the people who informed me of this Artists site. I think his work is totally stunning and not just the fetish based pieces. Below is the link to Ton Halfmans site do take a look, but i have also been cheeky and posted a few more of his pieces here for you all to see.

Again they tell a story, but what it s is up to you.

http://ton-halfman.hyves.nl/

The Guiding Hand...Original version

2012-02-07T07:26:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone.
Thank you all for your interest and comments on my story, The Guiding Hand. However i did notice some of you may have been a little uncomfortable with the Gay elements involving Andy and Will. That's cool i totally understand, some people are not that way Inclined and that is no problem and so i thought i would post the original version, or one of them anyway as it went through many incarnations.
This version though is told from a different angle and is more towards the forced fem genre, featuring a more fetish and latex themes , between Andy and his mistress. however as ever it is not hash or cruel or nasty. It is also unedited, has poor punctuation and hideous spelling (sounds like my school report), however the plot is still clear enough to follow, even if it dos jump about here and there.
So you could call this the DVD extra, the work print, which in some cases turn out to be better than the final cut in many peoples eyes.

So please read and also please let me know if you like it as there are quite a few more pages to go.
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Andy

The story picks up with poor Andy having been collected from collage, has been transformed at the salon by Ana and her girls and is now sitting in the restaurant under everyones gaze.
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The Guiding Hand.......................

The warm summer breeze drifts about your long naked legs, circles about your ankles, touchs your calfs, kisses the backs of your knees , caresses your creamy, milken thighs and licks the underside of your pert seatcheeks as they peak beneath the hem of your tiny tiny leather skirt. Barely dressed in your cute, chic, leather suit and balancing atop dangerously sexy heels, you feel the entire world gazing at you as, hand in hand with your ‘auntie’ you glide through the elegant restaurant. The matra de has given you, sun shine seats on the terrace, these are the seats to be seen in and every one is watching , everyone is watching this stunning woman and even more so her impossabley gorgeous companion. “Who is she?, how old was she?, what is her name?, she must be a model, perhaps a cover girl?, no with those long legs she must be a catwalk model, perhaps from Paris, Yes she is chic and sexy enough, whilst her sleek hair and perfect make up is pure Parisienne”. The questions go on. But you do not here them, maybe if you could you might be able to relax, if you knew every one who saw you thought you a stunning girl and not a shy feminised boy. you might stop trembling with embarrassment.. But Lady Vanessa will not tell you that, no she likes her pretty Andrew just the way he is..her helpless pet.
Then later, as you sit, pushing your salad about the plate, she leans closer, “Aren’t we the centre of attention Andrew, the other diners can’t keep there eyes off you, I think, they deserve a little treat for being so attentive”, she reaches down and to your shock eases the short skirt higher up your thigh. “Now cross those legs of yours darling”. You do not want to, you know what will happen, but her eyes are on you ,you can not resist and as your lovely long legs glide over each other you feel the warm breeze caress you all the way up to the, now exposed, first curve of your perfectly formed bottom. You blushed deeper and feel sure you can here the delighted gasps of the other diners. Lady Vanessa smiles, “good boy”.she purrs and returns to her dinner.
You have been on ‘display’ for what seems liked hours before the time comes to leave, but as you are moving toward the door an attractive lady stops you both, she is about 30ish with long brown hair and eyes, full lips and dressed in a smart business suit. She introduces herself as Jessica Green . “I am a scout for the ‘ Elite model agency’ and wondered if you have representation”.
“Model?!”, you gasp in shock, but then feel a hand rest on your bottom
“No, we do not Andy, has never modeled” , Lady Vanessa looks into your eyes, you feel the colour rush to your cheeks, Andy?.
“, like the actress, with an ie, yes?” Ms Green asks , you nod dumbly, “Oh how cute, she was a model before , very nice lady, But as you have no agent, may I give you my card and say, we would love to see you Andie, you are a very beautiful young lady and I am sure could become a very successful model”.

The very idea that some one would imagine you were a model, let alone a young lady, keeps you in a state of shock right up until her car pulls into the driveway to the house, but as you pull up outside those familiar oak doors, stone steps and ivy covered walls, the thought dies.
The large reception hall of Lady Vanessa Fullerton-Silks house is just as you recalled, polished wood floors and half panelled walls, expensively framed art works and furniture of the highest order, all coming together to create a rich and exclusive ambience, filled with the dark scent of roses. The memories of that week end wash over you and that tingle deep inside returns.
To your disapointment, but not surprise, she takes your case, containing all your own clothes and without saying a word, places it the stair cupboard, locking it shut with a click of the lock. That done she turns directly to you, takes your hand and begins to lead you upstairs, “Now then darling, I really can’t wait to get you back into your sexy rubber uniform, but I am going to be a good girl.,at least for this evening”, she smiles, “and let you settle in”. In no time you are on the galleryed landing and entering what, 3 months ago, had been your room. Only now there was no bed, the walls are now lined with mirrored wardrobes , wide clear vanity tables and one high backed chair. “This darling is your dressing room, gorgeous isn’t it, I had it done out especially for you, we will be able to come here and practice with your make up and hair, won’t that be fun”, she squeezes your hand warmly, “Now I want you to find an outfit for this evening, anything you like, you will find all sorts in the wardrobes, it s all yours so don’t be worried about putting on something of mine, not that you are not welcome to”, she adds with a naughty smile, “and I will see you down in the lounge”, she kisses your cheek and turns to leave.
“Lady Vanessa?”, you whisper “where will I sleep?”, knowing the answer would have nothing to do with you.
“Oh no darling, I am sorry, your bed room is through that door, it joins on to mine, it s a much sunnier room and one i could decorate in a more appropriate fashion”. Her look says it all, “but I’ll save that treat until bed time, now have fun”.
It is the first time since falling into her hands that you have the choice of what to wear, however you know within those mirrored cupboards there is nothing your honestly want to, a truth born out on the opening of the first. Two rails of softly feminine pastel shade dresses, each glistening with the deep liquid gloss of rubber part before your trembling hand. The next contains a mixture of skirts, jackets and blouses, whilst a third drips with small special items, delicately frilled lingerie, panties, corsets, bodices and stockings. The very idea that all this was for you quickly makes you realise you would be confined not only to feminine finery, for the next 2 months but also to the warm clinging embrace of glossy rubber. Suddenly you are awake, your mind returning to the boy inside, It’s a trap!! no, no this is what she wants, she wants you to dress, to choose. It a trap! If you appear before her in an outfit you have chosen then you are submitting willingly to her, you are admitting to wanting to be dressed as a sexy girl.No.. You then turn to the last wardrobe, you know what it must contain,.

30 minutes later you are looking in the mirror, once more you are a feminised Maid, uniformed in a dress of glossy black rubber, you tell yourself you have not done so willingly, but why then, when you turn away and desend the stairs back to your mistress, dos your body tingle so.
She looks up as you enter, her face unable to control a wide delighted smile. You step before her, lower your eyes, pause and gift her a deep curtsy. “Good evening madam”.
“Good evening Andrew……I knew you would not let me down,”. Her smile is wicked, knowing and triumphant, you stare at her , stare into those cool green eyes and know , for in that moment you understand the brilliance of the trap into which you have now so willingly stepped, For if you had worn any one of the other outfits, it would have been a clear rejection of her and shown you had no desire to accept the role of maid, but instead you had imagined rejection of choice would be less submissive an expession of your unwillingness to choose how you would be feminised and declare that if you were to be, it would only be at her will and not yours…..precisely. Stupid boy!
She takes her time drinking in the trembling fawn like beauty before her, You lower your eyes again, a feeling of helplessness invades your stomach then, “Now then Andrew or should I say Andie? .I will have tea, in the study in ten minutes”.
As the waves of acceptance crash down on your mind, you step back and curtsy , “Yes Madam”, you whisper and she watches with delight as her feminised Maid once again, wiggles off about his duties.

By 8pm she has settled before the wide tv cinema, but her eyes are not always on the screen, for seated beside it is the most beautiful destraction. Ankles crossed with knees and heels pointing in opposite directions, hands demurely resting in lap and head and eyes lowered. You have been placed ,as Lady Vanessa had explained, ‘in the correct position for a maid in her mistresses presence’. You sit in embarrassed silence, feeling the rubber of your dress clinging with your each slow breath, Occasionaly she reminds you to sit up, with a straight back, but for the last hour her comments have been about your beauty and how happy she was to have a ‘pretty maid’ back, “You have had a long day Andrew” she purrs, stretching her long limbs out, the points of her deadly heels reaching out towards you. “So many things, happening, you must be tired”.
“Yes, Madam a little”. You whisper your eyes still lowered
“Oh im sorry darling, would you like to retire?”,
“It is still early Madam”, you reply, glancing to the sunny evening beyond, whilst secretly yearning to be free of this clinging outfit.” But yes I am a little sleepy”.
“then lets get you to bed”, she stands .You follow without prompting and gain an admiring smile as, automatically, you smooth your skirt and apron, in a perfect display of feminine decolation. “Good boy”, you blush deeply. “Now darling, you recall the way in which we care for our outfits?”. You nod, “very well you will be ready in 15 minutes”. You bob a curtsy and teeter from the room, an unseen smile on your glossy red lips….But if you had looked back you would have seen a second, wider smile.

The door opens and you turn to face her, naked now but for a pair of pink high cut panties you curtsy politely, she smiles as she drinks in the vision and the scented air, “You have perfumed”, she says softly.
“Yes madam”, you tone was almost to girly, the feeling of relief at being out of that tight rubber quite overjoying. “I hope you like it?”,
She smiles “I do, thank you darling”, she takes your hand and leads you to the through door which leads to your new bed room. “And I hope you like this”.
The door opens and the first thing that comes to you is the air, It is warm and moist and scented with the unmistakable aroma of warm rubber, for a moment as you are led inside , you don’t get it, The room is wide and expensively decorated as befitted a sophisticated lady. Polished floors, rich cream and red drapes and walls hung with subtle art works, but then as you are led toward the wide double bed , your jaw drops, for bathed in the warm light of the lowering summer sun you see the bed , enclosed within a floor length , flowing canopy, is dressed, sheeted and pillowed entirely in the smoothest, finest deep bronze rubber imaginable, giving it the appearance of being coated in a film of thick glistening honey. You remain transfixed untill Lady Vanessa squeezes your hand and you turn, she is holding up a long nightdress, fashioned from the same translusent bronze rubber that surrounds the bed ,
Lady Vanessa opens the back and helps you step in. The nightdress is tight and after but a few moments ,clingy smoothy about your silken body. Instantly you feel a difference between this and your uniform dress, the rubber is thinner smoother, yet clings even tigher, Lady Vanessa notes you feelings, “This darling, is called gum rubber, it is a pure latex, very special and very expensive, I’ll let you in on a secret, This nightdress was made especially for you and cost ….500 pounds”, she draws you close, smoothing the latex down your thighs and over your bum, before standing back to admire her efforts “and was worth every penny, now in you hop”.
You realise, the moment you try to move that ‘hopping’ will not be an option. The full length nightdress clings all the way down to your ankles making even the slightest movement very awkward. However all thoughts of that trouble are instantly forgotten the moment she peels opens the bed. Always attentive to your every emotion, Lady Vanessa notes your hesitation, a hand rests on your shoulder and gently eases you down, before she instructs you to swing your legs in.
The latex of your nightdress and that of the matress instantly cling to each other and the sounds od stretching rustling rubber fills the room until she is happy you are positioned correctly in the beds centre . Then with your head nestled into the deep rubber pillows, Lady Vanessa swiftly, settles the thin latex top sheet over you. At first the latex surrounding you is cool, but by the time she has secured the sheet in place with a row of tiny poppers, effectively sealing you from chin to toe in shimmering rubber, it has begun to warm and cling..
But as lady Vanessa sits beside you, allowing her fingertips to softly stroke over your rubber enclosed body, you do not feel worried about your new imprisonment ,you feel a new sensation deep inside, a strange sensation of warm, helpless relaxation and worse, for by the time words once more pass between Lady Vanessa glossy wet lips, you are very, very excited indeed.
“I have never seen anything as beautiful as you Andrew”, she purrs, her fingers sending electric tingles through your body, “I am going to have so much fun with you. You are my beautiful doll, my obedient pet, my favourite toy and I promise you, by the time our summer ends, that is all you will desire to be”. She leans over you, your eyes drink in her flawless skin, her green eyes and her full glossy red lips, Glossy wet red lips which slowly ,oh so slowly melt onto yours .The kiss is creamy and satisfying, deep and luxuriant, a sensual kiss like you have never known which forces the breath from your body in a low moan of desire. Parting slowly she languidly runs her tongue round your molten lips tasting their hot liquid surface “ delicious”, She purrs. You remain dumb struck, as with that wicked smile on her lips, she Gracefully rises from your trembling side and draws the rippling drapes about the bed, “Sweet dreams, Andrew, I look forward to seeing you in the morning” and with that she lowers the zipper which draws the drapes drum tight about your warm rubber nest and you are alone. You are alone with just the pounding of your heart, the sound of softly stretching rubber and the racing of your mind.
Last night you had slept in cotton shorts, in a cotton sheeted bed, in a dorm of 6 other boys….then how can it be that just 24 hours later, your hair is enstyled in a femininely sexy bob, your face painted in richly glossed tones and your soft scented body lays wrapped in a latex nightdress ,cocooned in a latex nest . How could this all have happened and why do you nestle your pretty face into those latex pillows and find sleep so easy?…..Why?.

The warm summer sun beats through the translucent rubber curtains and spills it golden light on your enclosed latex nest. You stir as the natural rubber that surrounds you once more give off that now familiar aroma. In your sleep you breath it deeply in, holding the rich aroma in your head. Everything smells of fresh rubber and as you slowly awake you languidly stretch out in the smooth, soft bedlinen and snuggle your pretty face into the pillow coverd with fine rubber. It is a pleasant sensation to feel the cool material on your cheeks and drowzily bury your nose in the rustling folds and breath in the familiar aroma. During the night, under the warm cover, the bronze translusent latex of your nighdress has completely stuck to your smooth body and now gleams on your body, bottom and thighs like a deep glaze. Your mind is open, sleepy, you like the way the rubber clings and embraces your body and tenderly you caress your sensitised body and stroke the smooth rubber skin with fingernails painted a deep red gloss, fingernails which slowly desend your latex cocoon until they trickle across your eager boyhood. You moan deeply through red glossed lips, you have not touched yourself like this for so long, your back arches slowly from the rubber bed as your touch become more possecive, oh it feels so good , so exciting, so thrilling that you barely notice the other soft hand on yours easing it away.
“Not now my darling”, Lady Vanessa voice drifts into your head and with a start you realise what you were doing, and as your eyes focus on her beautiful smiling face, you feel yourself blush deeper than ever before, “I could sit here all day watching you sleep , I can think of no more beautiful sight in the morning, than watching you enjoy your body”, she whispers, allowing her fingers to drift across your latex cocooned body. “Perhaps later?”

.An hour and a half later and you are serving Lady Vanessa her morning coffee and laying out the mail. In your smooth glossy black latex dress and high heels, you are uniformed very much as the day before the only noticeable change being in your make up, though your eyes remain, ornately shaded and long lashed, your lips, instead of cherry red of yesterday, are ,along with your nails, frosted with the sweetest and most feminine of champagne pinks, which leaves them looking like baby soft candy. “Now Andrew my darling, I want you to begin with the bedrooms and then the kitchen”.
Your curtsy is dainty and elegant. “Yes Madam”, you whisper and as you turn and depart you can feel her eyes running up your long, shapely legs.
You have finished both rooms and are serving mid morning tea when there is a ring at the door bell, you freeze. There is a second ring , At first you do not want to answer it, but she insists.
The caller is an attractive lady of about 60 or so, dressed in a smart and clearly expensive silk suit “Good morning”, you curtsy, “How may I help you?”.
Clearly by the look on the ladies face she was not expecting to be greeted by a uniformed maid and especially one wearing a black latex rubber dress . Finally the long silent pause is broken, “Yes”, she falters, “yes please inform your mistress, Juliette Thomas is here to collect her donation”. Her words mean nothing to you, and so you welcome her in. You can feel her eyes all over you as she follows you into the house
“Ah Ms Thomas”, Lady Vanessa, greets her guest at the door of the lounge, and instructs you to bring a second tea, you curtsy and leave.
“Good morning Lady Fullerton-Silk, so nice to meet you”, The two politely shake hands.
“I am so glad you called, I have just moved the items into the through hall, please”. Lady Vanessa leads her guest on. But not before she has one last glance at you.
“It is so nice to be in a house, which still values the employment of correct and proper servanting. Your Maid is very polite she dose you great credit and I might say, herself as well…..she is quite lovely”
“Thank you, I shall pass on your compliment, please”, she leads Ms Thomas into the through hall.
Glowing with embarrassment at the thought of being seen by an ‘outsider’, you take your time before returning to the hall, however just before you are about to enter you see a shocking sight. Your suitcase is open on the table! and Ms Thomas is looking through your clothes! “These are very nice, Lady Vanessa”, you hear her say, “But forgive me I thought you said you were donating your Maids old clothes”.
“That is correct”.
“But I am sorry, these seam to be, how can I put it……boys clothes”.
“That is correct, But he will not be needing them again”.
The silence hung in the room for an eternity as Ms Thomas fought for words, “Forgive me, I don’t understand, your maid, is ….”.
“Ah Andrew”,At that moment Lady Vanessa spots you in the door and beckons you in, you place the tea on the table and curtsy, “perfect timing, Ms Thomas was just remarking on how lovely you are, isn’t that nice”, she strokes your cheek, that wicked smile on her glossy lips, “I think you should thank her for her kind words darling”.
You feel yourself burn with shame, but knowing what she demands, step before the wide eyed guest and with eyes coyly lowered and all the grace you can find, gift her a deep curtsy, “Thank you for your kind words, Madam”, you whisper.
“Not at all….Andrew?, I speak only the truth”. There is a long pause, the lady is quite stunned. Lady Vanessa smiles.
“will that be all?”, you ask, eager to hide away once more.
“Thank you darling”, On wobbling legs you leave the room, but linger beyond the door.
“I am sorry Lady Vanessa, I would never have known”. Ms Thomas’s voice is still full of wonder.” But please her…sorry his uniform…. it…..looks like….?”.
“Rubber, Latex rubber,Why yes, I think it is so much more practical and as you say, he dose look lovely”. The tone of her voice is clear, she knows you are listening, and she smiles as your heels quickly click away.

A little later, after Ms Thomas and your clothes have gone, Lady Vanessa comes to the study, where you are dusting, she has changed from her white blouse into a short half zippered black leather jacket, which mirrored her skintight pants and high knee patent boots “There I am sure the charity will appreciate your old things, after all I will now provide you with all you need, It also removes any temptation you might have had to….vanish , whilst I am out this afternoon. ”, she runs a finger along the desk, idoly inspecting your work, “So you will continue your duties and have tea prepared for my return”.

You watch her car pull away and realise she is right, although the desire to run away is as great as ever, the fact you now possessed no clothes of your own, no boys clothes any way, meant your only option was to walk out as you were and the very idea of walking down the street dressed in this glossy rubber dress, locked as it was, at the collar was beyond contemplation. No you are as traped as if you were behind bars.
And so In resigned silence, but for the ‘clip’ of your heels and the soft rustle of rubber, you return to your work.

At 3pm that afternoon the telephone rings, it is Lady Vanessa. “Hello darling, I trust evertyhing will be in order by my return?”, you explain you have completed every room and were in the kitchen preparing tea. “Excellent Andrew, now Tonight you will step into a new position as my boudoir Maid, which means darling, attending to my most personal needs. So, When everything is complete you will go to my rooms and there you will take your time in selecting and laying out an outfit for my pleasure this evening. I do not mind which, I am sure you will exibit perfect taste. Also you will prepare appropriate make up, nail enamels and perfume . Is that clear?”
“Yes Madam”, you say ,your head already beginning to race.
“Very well ,I am entirely in your hands. Oh and one more thing. Before you enter my rooms you will change into a more suitable uniform. This you will find ready prepared for you in the dark mirrored wardrobe”.

As you prepared the evening tea, the tone of her voice as she described the ‘suitable’ uniform, had played on your mind and now as you climb the stair and enter your dressing room to stand before the indicated wardrobe, you are a little nervous at what you will find within, however one thing is sure it would be made of rubber.
However what greets you as you open the wide doors actually makes you gasp aloud. Yes it is a maids uniform and yes it is fashioned from smooth glossy latex rubber, however this uniform was not black, this uniform is a hot, shocking pink! Yes entirely Pink! Pink latex dress, pink latex petticoats, pink lacey latex cap, pink latex collar, hot pink latex apron , polished, hot pink high heels and worse, for beside, neatly arranged lay, matching pink latex panties, bodice and stockings. Your head spins, you are to become an impossibely silly frilly girly pink Maid and there is nothing you can do to prevent it.
It is that thought, as you hang up your freshly polished ‘sensible’ day uniform, which almost relaxes you, yes there is no point in fighting it, it is her will and you have no option but to obey.
The undies are very fine and smooth, they fit without crease or wrinkle, the panties flattening all sign of your boyness, whilst the bodice squeezes your chest and shapes your waist in to a very curvy figure. However it is the stocking which take your time, thin, stretchy and slippery, it takes you a full twenty minutes to ease them up , whilst squeezing any air bubbles out, until they mould perfectly about your long, elegant legs, transforming them into hot pink images of exquisite femininity, smooth and flawless. Sensing the stocking had taken some time you swiftly slip into the seamless dress. It is not easy on your own. The latex is tight and within moments its is warming and clinging to your body, but after a few long minutes you are once more feeling the air filled petticoats bobbing against your bottom and thighs. Apron follows, this proving difficult to correctly bow behind you, but eventually the ribbons are matching those of the dainty cap atop your head and streaming down your back. The collar is next, this clips at the rear, banding your throat in shiny pink latex, and then finally you step into the high heels and feel yourself pulled upright, for a moment you wobble, the heels seem thinner and taller than ever and you can feel the muscles in your long latexed legs straining , But to your quite shame you quickly find your naturally feminine balance. Completely dressed now in your new unltra sissified, shocking pink uniform you turn to face the mirror. The vision of pink perfection which looks back at you is quite a sight, the almost totally consuming outfit , is an explosion of glossy pink latex which leaves only hands and face bare and transforms you into an image of impossible ultra femininity. Gazing with a fixed stare of haunted disbelief you , fluff and plump the billowing pink petticoats which cushion your frilly skirt and carfully arrange the delicate apron riding upon its smooth surface. But these are idol actions, you know they are deliberately to waist time, for the moment you saw your reflected beauty, you knew one final act of submission remained. Your new outfit is bright pink and your lips and nails are cherry red. You slowly look to the vanity table, your body shivers, both lipgloss and nail enamel are laid out awaiting you. For a moment you feel shame, but it is a meaningless emotion, for you have allowed yourself to come to far to be able to turn back now.
As the pink gloss enamel drys quickly on your fingernails, you turn your attention to your lips and the thin twin tubes of shimmering gloss. Firstly you let the fine tipped brush of the lipstick glide smoothly across your freshly lined lips, this feels creamy smooth and instantly stains them the same shocking pink which envelopes the rest of you. This complete you open the second tube, the soft brush is lush with thick clear glosser and with nervous fingers, you apply one rich coat which settles into a mirror like glaze over your pink lips ,gifting them the same deep gloss as your shiny latex outfit.
For a few minutes, the thought of the totally feminine actions you have just performed prevents you from looking in the mirror, but eventually your eyes fall on the vision of ultra cute femininty you have become. For a few moments the feelings of shame and humiliation are almost beyond control, but to your surprise as your eyes drift over the image in the mirror, up the superb long legs, over the slim waist and smoothy moulded bodice, to the elegant neck and delicate shoulders, you begin to slowly turn, back and forth, back and forth swaying your hips and pointing each long latexed leg in turn . You thoughtlessly fluff the mass of delicate pink petticoats on which your skirt floats and as you do your eyes loose focus on the boy within and begin to see only the beautiful and yes sexy ‘girl’ who’s blue eyes sparkle back at you and who;’s pink lips part slowly in there glossy velum to fall into a helplessly sexy smile……. OH MY!

It is an hour later that your heart skips a beat at the sound of a car pulling up. You look out of the window just as a long leather clad leg slips from the red sports car and the dangeroulsy heeled boot meets the gravel. Your mistress is home.You take a breath, glance one last time at the cute pink maid in the mirror and take your position at the foot of the stairs. Your heart beating faster with each passing moment, It seems to take an eternity before Lady Vanessa to enters, however the look of almost uncontrolled delight on her beautiful face when she sees you.some how envelopes you in a warm calm tide . You allow yourself one brief peak at her, then obediently lower your gaze, take the hem of your skirt and ‘bob’ a deep curtsy.
“Good evening madam”.
“Good evening to you Andrew”, she replies, her tone singing with joy, “You look lovely as ever”.You feel yourself glow with a nervous sheen as ,slowly, she circles, eyeing you up and down, drinking in the submissive beauty before her, “Yes lovely. Pink really suits you darling”.
“Thank you madam”. Another curtsy. “Tea is served in the lounge madam”.
There is a pause, Lady Vanessa raises your chin on one fingertip until your eyes meet, once more she gazes into your eyes and slowly her lips curl into a smile of pure pride. “good boy”, she purrs. “Good boy”.

Through out tea, as you bend and dip to serve, you feel her eyes on you, not just admiring but almost quizically as if she were waiting for you to ‘do’ something more. Finally she calls you before her where she sits on the deep leather sofa. For a moment she just looks at you, making you shuffle nervously in your instructed posture, one heel behind the other, hands folded on apron, head and eyes lowered. Then to your surprise she tells you to turn and bend forward. This you do as gracefully as possible, allowing your skirt to rise up revealing the tops of your polished stockings and the edge of your pink panties. A moment passes before you give a little jump, her hand is slipping up under your skirt and gliding over your latex pantied bottom, it settles a moment on the cleft between and then slides down. To your surprise she giggles softly, “Oh dear Andrew”, she says, “did you not know your panties where inside out”.
You feel yourself blush, but then remember the strangeness of the garment. The raised nobbles which linned the thin strip which slotted between your seat cheeks. “N..no madam ,I did not, I simpley thought, because of the raised…”, you pause, “.I am sorry madam, I will go and change them”. You straighten, turning back to her.
“No darling”, her eyes narrow revelling in this moment, “you will change them here”.
There is something trusly embarrassing about having to take down your panties in the lounge,something naughty. But as your misstress looks on, you gently peel the thin and sticky latex from about your bottom and slide them down your legs. Lady Vanessa noticing your wobble, offers you a streadying hand as you work them over each dangerous heel. Then as you fumble, turning the tiny G string panties the correct way out, you are aware of her hand once more gently sliding up under your petticaots, you tremble as one finger draws circles acorss each buttock before softly traversing the cleft between and sliding free. Then once more the thin rubber G string is easing back up your legs, you have to wriggle and work to avoid capturing the mass of petticoating, but eventually they settle in a smooth film between your seatcheeks and about your boyhood. Only now both areas were now in direct contact with the rows of rubber nipples, which lined the panties.
You straighten, smooth your skirt and take ‘position’ , she smiles, “That’s better, no off you go and run my bath”.
You ‘bob’ your obedience, but the moment you turn and take your first step, you let out a gasp of surprise……..Lady Vanessa smiles. ‘ yes thats better’.

By the time the foam filled bath is full you are skipping from foot to foot, you bottom wiggling and jiggling as you desperately try to relieve the excruciatingly exciting itching being generated by the rubber nipples against your most intimate parts. With each movement, they rub and move against you sending tiny electric shocks through your entire body and making your every breath come with a low moan. By the tiem Lady Vanessa enters the steam filled room the look on your face tells her the panties are playing there tune to perfection. Your eyes are hooded, lips parted in excitement and you cant stop that sexy wiggling of your bum.
“Is everything alright darling”, she asks, knowing damn well of your position, “you seem a little flustered”.
“No madam, every th ……OH!!!”. You gasp aloud as one of the nipples momentarily sticks to your most intimate of openings, before poping free and sending showers of sparks through your entire body.“Everything is ready for you”, you say, your voice barely under control, She smiles knowingly and steps closer to you, the look of a cat in her eye.
“Do you know darling, it has been so long since I have had a beautiful Maid to pamper me and care for my every need”, She whispers, stroking one finger across your pink glossed lips, “and you will won’t you Andrew, pamper and care for me like a good Maid”, Your answer is little more than a moan, for at that instant the fingers pressure increases momentarily to ease its way smoothy between your lips. It is a simple yet devastatingly sensual act which completesly erases all the sensations boiling in your pantied body and when it slowly draws free leaves you close to collapse. “Of cause you will”. And with that she steps back and allows the silken robe to slip to the floor. It is as if a flash bulb has exploded in your head, your mind spins, you can’t take all these wild sensations in, you are as if in shock and ecstacy all at once.
But when your head dose focus once more, it is on a quite stunning sight, the superbly toned, honey tanned figure of Lady Vanessa, She stands before you, naked, her hands resting on her curvaious hips making no attempt to cover herself up, but why should she, she is absolutely stunning, her full copper tipped breasts are firm and upturned like a 20 year olds, her waist is slim, her stomach flat and her legs longer than ever, But it is that secret junction of body and inner thigh that makes you stare, for her most intimate place is completely smooth.!.
“Its rude to stare darling”, she purrs, her voice just high enough to ‘wake you up’, but not stern enough to break the mood, Besides she delighted in the silent compliment, it was nice for a woman her age to be stared at so wonderously by some one so young. And stare is all you are capable of right now, as gracefully she turns , giving you one last deliberate wiggle of that gorgeous bottom before lowering herself into the foaming water. She allows you a few more moments to yourself, then in her lowest tone wakens you. “The warm rose oils ,if you please darling”. She secretly smiles as your bewildered mind struggles to clear, but soon you are standing over her and allowing the warm rich oils you stream slowly down her smooth foam shrouded body .“Oh that’s so nice, now gentley darling , gently smooth it all over and bath me”, For a long moment you hesitate, you have never dreamt of such a moment, or rather you had but never imagined it would come true, until now. Lady Vanessa relaxes with a moan as your hands oh so softly touch her skin and begin to smooth the glistening oils across her shoulders and back, then down each long graceful arm before desending each superb leg, she prompts you to make sure you pay attention to her soft feet. This you do working the rose scented foam between each toe before then returning up her legs and as you do, as your soft hands stroke upwards along her inner thigh she is sighing and slowly opening her legs. You need no instruction ,but as your hands hover at the top of each thigh she languidly looks up at you and opens them more. You instantly see the pink slit and downey pillow between and slowly you glide your hands up and allow your fingertips too run the dark valleys length. Your mistress moans and lowers her head. But she dose not allow you much time to dwell and after a few moments of pleasure, slowly relaxes allowing you enjoy the sight of the oily foam streaming across her stomach and breasts. Once more you begin you sensual bathing, your hands nervously hover above those creamy pillows before smoothly, slipping about each one, and beginning to massage the oils in. Down and around, up and across the gracefull slope, on and about the hard copper peak, then down once more, round and a round up and about, soft and warm, wet and glistening you have never felt anything so soft and warm or so bewitching as these beautiful pillows, and slowly your touch becomes even softer and lighter. Suddenly you become aware of her hand on yours. You freeze as you realise your touch has became a gentle loving caress, You look to her glowing face and hooded eyes . Like a rabbit in head lights you become still, but she dose not, a moment passes between you and her full wet lips part once more, but now no sound comes out, nothing but a soft moan as gently she guides your hand down her trembling body and between her parted thighs, “You are so beautiful, please don’t stop”
With her hand guiding yours you begin to softly caress her silken purse rimming the dew wet lips before gently oh so gently smoothing within. and before long two of your long fingers are being glided in and out on river of pussy cream, there pink tips peaking mometarily into view before once more being eased back inside, brushing that mysterious nippin which ,each time they do causes Lady Vanessa, cool, dominant Lady Vanessa,to moan and purr like a sensual panther. Then suddenly you sense her body tense, a new warmth on your enslaved hand, you look to her beautiful rose lipped face, her eyes are closed, lips parted in a silent prayer, for a brief instant, the very idea of witnessing such a private moment, makes you shyly stop your caressing, but the near agonised look in her eyes as they stare up at you and the deep moan of need and desire she emits makes your further duty clear and without her guidence your fingers return to the sensual dance, this time spending longer and longer surrounding that hard nippin with electric caresses, until finally with her breath coming in shorter and shorter pants you roll that peak between your fingertips and this time as her eyes roll back under closing lids, her body arches from the foaming bath and she lets out a long slow agonising moan of pleasure, a moan of pure pleasure which seems to take an age to fade from her lips and when it dose, her eyes flutter closed and her glossed lips soften into a faint, tired but contented smile.

You do not wait for instruction, indeed you feel rather embarrassed to have been privy to such an intimate act and so after a moments to recover your sences and rightly thinking your services would no longer be needed, bob an inseen curtsy to your near sleeping mistress and retire to your room. There as a good maid should you strip and clean your uniform. The dress is hung and polished, stockings eased off and layed out, bodice loosened and removed{much to your relief}, but when you came to those panties you stop and linger your fingers over the smooth Latex, so smooth, Then for some reason you bend forward. The shock is almost to much as the rubber nipples reawaken and once more take control of your every sensation and force your surprised breath out of your body in a series of startled pants. You feel you knees wobble as you struggle for balance, but you do not strighten, instead your pants become shorter and more urgent as you bend lower, the rubber nipples now rubbing harder against your most intimate and naughty opening, harder and deeper until, barely breathing, you suddenly stiffen, half rise in panic and release a shocked, surprised, startled, excited, desperate, sensual, sexy, low, wanten moan and with knees relieved of duty, collapse into you rubber nest.

You awake some time later, to find yourself in a completely different room, this one is clinical white, white floor ,white walls. You are laying on a table in its centre, gazing up at yourself in the mirrored ceiling. You make to turn your head to look about but to your surprise find it impssible, you flex your arm, this to will not move to your command. Your legs respond the same and it is clear you are totally paralysed. Momentarily 4 figures enter your vision, 3 are dressed in tiny, glistening white PVC nurses uniforms, unrecognisable behind medical masks. However the 4th was clearly Lady Vanessa, dressed in a matching white PVC uniform except hers clung to her every fabulous curve from throat to ankle.
“Lady Vanessa? What’s going on?”,
you ask but your voice remains in your head, your lips and mouth as paralysed as the rest of you. Now you feel a twinge of fear, For in the mirror you can see them arranging about you ,a number of trollys upon which lay, what look to you like a number of rolls of shiny white bandage each about 6 inches wide and a pot of thick white fluid with a brush. Again you look to your mistress, your silent voice enclosed inside your head.
“Lady Vanessa please”. This time you feel she has heard you, she leans over and smiles, her lips are plum red and glisten with glosser.
“Relax now, my beautiful girl, there is nothing you can do”. She draws closer, her face all but blocking the mirror above, the mirror in which you glimpse the nurses unroll one glistening latex bandage, raise your feet and slowly begin to wrap your long feminine legs into one sleek glossy column. You look back into her eyes, her sparkling excited eyes, You have no voice yet she answers your question. “Mummification”, she breaths and seals your lips beneath hers.
You awake with a gasp, your heart pounding, head swirling. You blink your eyes, forcing them awake, forcing them to focus. You breath deep, the familiar aroma of warm latex fills your nose, but to your shock it is all you can breath through, your mouth is tightly shut. You blink again, now forcing your eyes wide, forcing them to focus on the mirror above and on the shocking image it contains. You silently cry, nothing but your eyes and two short tubes at your nose remain, everything else is perfectly sealed within an sheath of shiny white latex , which envelopes you from crown to toe, completely mummifying you in a seamless skin of pure white rubber. Panic rushes through you like a torrent and to your surprise you feel yourself able to move, But no matter how you writhe or wriggle, the latex prison merely stretches before snapping you back, leaving you little more than a beautiful feminine insect, writhing within a shimmering cocoon. Moments later your mistress is at your head, her fingertips stroking your rubber sheathed cheek, she is smiling and happy . She bends adorns each of your wide terror filled eyes with soft moist kisses and with a whispered “sweet dreams”, you are completely enclosed.

The next morning, Lady Vanessa wakes you from your latex nest, her eyes seem greener, her skin more alive and her smile even naughtier, but what really surprises you is that you are dressed in your nightgown!. You remember the dream, oh it was only a dream, your heart slows, You look into Lady Vanessas face, she smiles. “Its alright darling, its all right”.

It was never mentioned again, in fact it comes as a relief to once again be a bout your duties, the embarrassment of having your face made up and being dressed in a French maids uniform fashioned from luxuriant black Rubber, is nothing compared to that you feel for witnessing your mistresses most private of pleasures or at you own submission to the pull of your panties. No compared to those two, being a feminised boy was almost normal. It is also not metioned because she dose not need to. The look in her eyes the smile on her rose lips and the tender touch on your scented shoulders makes her feelings clear that such pleasures are now all part of your new life.

This new life continues as ‘normal’ and for the next few days you fall into a routine, yours days are spent in service of your mistresses care, you tidy the house, serve teas, wash and clean her most intimate apparel every thing a good maid should and in return she dresses you in an almost endless collection of different coloured uniform, black, baby blue, purple even pure snow white all depending on how she felt. One day she changes your outfit 4 times, from the classic black, through ,deep burgundy, creamy white and finally into a quite stunning vivid scarlet outfit, with a skirt that billows out on a sea of black silk petticoting. Naturally each new outfit requires a change to make up and the scarlet which fashions your final dress also coats your lips and nails in the same slick gloss. But each night you wear just one outfit, each night you are returned into the fold s of that bright pink rubber ,the control of those naughty nippled panties and are transformed once more into the very image of super femininity to serve as your mistresses personal maid. But only she can see the true effect this outfit is having on you, not just in how you look but how you are, only she can see the way you now walk, how you wiggle and mince, how you speak and how you breath and only she can see that new look in your beautifully painted eyes.

You feel the suspender straps tighten across your thighs as you bend to collect the silver tea tray in which you have just served Lady Vanessa her morning Coffee. Today, you are in a very sexy metallic cherry red rubber dress with black trim. The petticoating is also black latex as are the stockings and high heels, the former of which are polished to a mirror gloss to emphisise the shape of your long feminine legs. Your face as ever is a vision of sexy submission. Your eyes with there long fluttering lashes are painted in warm smokey tones, your cheeks are high and deeply rouged , whilst your lips are full and glossy coated in a suculent cherry glaze which matches that on your elegantly shaped nails. In short it is just another typical day for Lady Vanessas ever more beautiful maid….But that will soon change.

“Andrew darling why did you not tell me about this, it was sent here by your collage”, she is holding up a small plastic card with your face on. “this is wonderful. Why ever did you not tell me you can drive”.
“I only passed 6 months ago”, you whisper, shifting your weight nervously from one high heel to the other, “I don’t even have a car”.
“Oh how sweet you are, how super it is, come here ive got something to show you”, she pats the sofa beside her. It is the first time as her maid you have been allowed to sit with her and you feel nervous as you seat yourself beside her. She dose not move and you are forced to sit tightly to her side. Your latexed legs resting against her leather skirted thigh. She smiles and pats your knee like a proud Auntie, then from beside her she produces a glossy magazine, its cover showing a beautiful woman completely covered in what looks like a seamless skin of bright red latex. The title reads ‘Skin two’
Despite clearly knowing what she was looking for she slowly turns each page, allowing you time to see the various images of beautiful girls in all sorts of glossy and kinky outfits, occasionally stopping and asking what you think of a particular outfit. Then as the page turns once more you can’t help but give a softly audible ‘O’ of shock. The full page picture shows the figure of a woman completely and utterly moulded beneath a film of glossy thin black rubber, so tightly fitting is it you can only imagine the latex had been litteraly melted or poured onto her, but what really shocks you is the long corigated tube which snakes from between her perfectly moulded lips. Your thighs resting against hers, Lady Vanessa senses your shocked interest and allows you time to stare.
“Do you like that darling, strange isn’t it, lets see”, she snuggles a little closer still. “Ah yes…oh!, it says ‘VACBED. Imagine being totally enclosed beneath the sheets of one of our vacbeds and then having all the air sucked out. Imagine the feeling as our ultra thin, ultra stretchy, super gloss latex melts down on to you, leaving you totally immoble and helpless.’. Well what a thing, imagine that, I mean look how tight it is, you can see every detail of her and imagine how hot that pure girl must be, oh it doesn’t bare thinking about”, Seeing the disbelief in your face she lets the words and picture linger, then flicks the pages on.
Finally she stops at the image of a stunning girl with long blonde hair. She is wearing a very fitted millitary syle jacket which polishe buttons, skin tight pants, boots, a waist cinching belt, long gloves and a peaked cap, all of which is fashioned from glossy black rubber. She lets you take in the picture before resting one hand on your gleamingly rubberized thigh and looking straight into your eyes..
“I have always wanted a chauffeursess and now …..i have”. Her eyes sparkling with delight, You instantly understand the implications of her words and your eyes drift back down to the stunningly sexy image on the page.

2 hours later you are driving slowly through the busy streets of london and as you do you feel positive the eyes that linger on the gleaming red lambogini are not looking at the car, but at its stunning passenger, A beautiful young lady with long blonde, ponytailed hair, dressed in a simpley gorgeous pure white leather minidress and matching knee high boots. The only consolation you feel out of the embarrassment of being in public again was that no one could see you desperately trying to ease the hem of the dangerously short skirt low enough to conseal the matching panties it so easily exposed the moment you sat down.
“I must say again you look gorgeous with long hair Andy”. Lady Vanessa says patting your hand away and easing your skirt a little higher. “Just like the girl in the picture”. You blush at the thought of being compared to her.
The whistle went up the instant you step from the car. You can’t help but glance to where the young lad stood a smile of delight on his face. Lady Vanessa smiled, she did not need to say a thing.

You instantly recognise the shop, it is the one you had so visited before, HONOUR.. Lady Vanessa smiles, “Just like coming home darling”, she jokes as she presses the buzzer. As before the shop is filled with a aroma of warm rubber, a tingle of nerves shivers your body as you remenber your last humiliating visit.
“Good Morning lady Fullerton- Silk, It is so nice to see you again”.Dressed in a very tight shiny bright blue latex uniform style dress the young assistant greets Lady Vanessa like an old friend and moments later the second ,older lady, dressed rather conservetively in a simple white blouse and short black leather skirt appears and offers her hand in welcome
“It is so nice to see you again”, she says, “I trust the items we sent you were appropriate?”.
“Oh they were perfect as ever, Thank you Fiona”. she draws you closer. “as you can see”,
There is a long pause as the two admirer the outfit you are wearing. “Oh yes it fits perfectly”, the older lady says coming round to see, “It really takes a perfect figure and legs for such an outfit and you really do have that dear. And what of the outfits for your……young Maid?”.
“we were wearing the Cherry metalic dress this very morning”, she looks deep into your eyes, “wern’t we darling”.
You blush deeply, “Yes madam”.
There is a long sudden silence as the two shop assistants eyes widen in ashonishment. “No..surely not”. The older whispers taking your hand and turning you to the light, “Oh my goodness, It is. Amy it is!!, It’s the young man who bought the maids dress,”.
“But she…he.. is …fucking gorgeous!!!”, the young girl bursts, instantly apologising for her language. “I would never have believed it, you’ve totally feminised him”.
“Turn please turn”. You piroette gracefully on your heels, displaying the white leather dress for the ladies. “Wow, you simply gorgeous. I mean look at those legs and that bum, you should be a model,”,
“Thank you, it has been remarked on”, Lady Vanessa smiles at you proudly, “Andrew has taken with absolute ease to his new roll . You must come by for tea, and see him in that cherry dress, with his lips and nails painted to match, he looks devine”.
“Oh I bet he dose, We would love to thank you. Oh it is so nice to see you again. Now please how can we help you today?”
“Well I have just discovered my beautiful Andrew has a hidden talent for driving”. lady Vanessa purrs eyeing you up and down with clear delight, “which of cause means an appropriate uniform”. She squeezes your sweaty hand lovingly.
The older ladies face lights up at the request, “ a chauferesse how exciting, of cause please come through.”.
You are guided upstairs into a second showroom, this is dominated by 3 life like mannequins, one dressed in a full latex catsuit, the next in a stunning set of pale peach lingerie and the third in the very outfit in the magazine. You can feel Lady Vanessa excitement it seeing it.
“I think this is what you are looking for, it is a very popular design and comes complete with jacket, pants, boots, belt, gloves and of cause.. cap. Made entirely of premium latex rubber its is fully bonded with no stitching, to create a perfectly smooth line. The jacket closes with a single zipper, whilst the pants have no real closing as such, but there is a secret zipper which runs between the buttocks should nature call. The boots have steel heels so they are very strong and you can have a hight of up to 6 inches, others are available but, well they are a little tricky to drive in”.
“Oh that is gorgeous”, Lady Vanessa says running a hand gently down one smooth latexed thigh, “its so soft, its perfect”
“Is n’t it”, the older lady says smiling to you. “. Now if you would like to try it, I’m sure we have one in a size for Andrew,”.
“Thank you”, Lady Vanessa says. Her hand now idoly cupping one of the maniquins buttocks.
“A pleasure, but first I’ll need a few measurments. If you don’t mind?”, She takes your hand and steps you onto a low pedistal, Then with the aid of the younger girl, begins to measure your waist, your leather moulded chest and finally your legs. “ Wow you are almost a perfect 10”.
“Would you mind if I slipped your skirt up a little” the lady says easeing the soft leather out over your thighs before you can prevent her, “The legs measurement is vital for a perfect fit”.……”, her voice trails off, your feel your heart pound, shame flushing your cheeks as the heat in the room increases. Suddenly you feel a soft finger gently brushing over your pantied boyhood, You want to step back, to turn and run, but your eyes fall into Lady Vanessas and you know there is no way out,
“Is there a problem”, Lady Vanessa asks, quite naturally.
From where she kneels, the woman gazes up into your face and smiles, a sly excited knowing smile, “Not at all”, she half sighs, “not at all. In fact if I might make a suggestion, perhaps this time you would like to try something rather special?”,.
She stands and taking your hand leads you both through into another room. As the other it is filled with stunning outfits And against the far wall stands another maniquin, dressed in a matching sexy chauferesses uniform, only this one seams even shinier and smoother, like a mirror, almost as if it were fashioned from polished jet black that appears to have been melted on to make a perfect fit. Nervously you look to her face, Lady Vanessa eyes are alight.You feel yourself shiver.
“This is PVC plastic. Its great qualities include a permanent deep mirror gloss finish, its uniquely ultra smooth surface and its stretchy mouldablity”.
“That is amazing”, Lady says running her hand over the smooth plastic, “It is so smooth and so tight, it looks like it is melted or painted on”.
“You are almost right with melted on”. She smiles with a hidden pride.
“melted on?”. You whisper to yourself.
“That’s right…Young la….man.”, .Fionas eyes sparkle. “yes Melted on is the best description, for once the outfit is on the wearers body heat causes the PVC to warm and in consiquence shrink ,forming this very tight fit. The hotter you get the tighter it stretches. I once sold a similar outfit to a French lady for her driver back home in St tropez. She sent me a photo of the girl wearing it, she was absolutly stunning long red hair, green eyes, full red lips, but the outfit, well in that heat it really did look as if she were dipped in liquid plastic it was that tight, every detail and I do mean every detail of her body was on show”, the closing few words were directed straight to you and said with a knowing smile”.
There is a long long pause as both Lady Vanessa and you take in the idea of literally being shrink wrapped into an outfit. The thought fills you with dread, but the smile that form on her lips says it all.

You feel yourself panting softly as the button closes the smooth cool plastic about your slim waist, it has taken five agonising minutes for both Fiona and her assistant to gently ease the thin vinyl up your shapely legs. At first it was easy, but once the black plastic found your thighs it became very clear that these pants were truly made to measure, for as the cool material rose up your legs and enfolded your pert bum in its glossy skin, there was no way they were going to assist you by stretching and. you would either fit into them or nothing. And fit they now do, stretching over your thighs and hips without crease or wrinkle, and mould around, under and between your buttocks, presenting them as twin globes of glazed black eboney, mirror smooth enough to reflect the image of Fionas hand as it glides over there sensual surface, you let yourself sigh as her finger traverses the deep crease between and glide round to brush the perfectly flat junction of your thighs, you look to where you mistress now sits, enjoying the sight of her feminised pet being packaged and polished, for her delight. Next comes the millitary jacket, wide shouldered ,deeply lapelled and orgmented with navel style ensignia on shoulders and cuffs. it fits without struggle untill Fiona pulls the gleaming buttons together, drawing the stretching creaking PVC together to form another tightly perfect fit. You look in the mirror as you are slowly consumed within this clinging uniform of gloss black. The boots, which add another 5 inches to your height with there needle like heels, are slipped on and closed with a long zipper. Then come the gloves, tight and slim they mould about your hands and fingers before disapearing up to your elbows beneath the jacket sleeves. The cool PVC feels unlike anything you have ever worn before, the smooth material clings in a way which makes your rubber outfits seam loose. For where they stretch to fit your body, this Plastic film litterlay moulds your body to fit it. Once everything is in place you are instructed to move about, walk up and down, bend and stretch. You obey with a polite silent ‘bob’,
“It is superb Fiona and I am surprised and delighted at how easy it is to put on”.
“Oh yes, rubber is very sexy but can be a bit of a struggle. PVC is far easier and you will be able to slip Andrew in and out of it should you need him to ‘pop’ you to the shops”.
As silent as you are, the clinging living PVC is not, each breath you draw and move you make, the glossy PVC creaks and rustles, snap and sticks as it stretches about your enveloped body. Then after but a few moments you are suddenly aware of a new sensation, a tightening about your bottom and thighs, which makes you stop and bend.
“What is it Andrew?”, Lady Vanessa asks.her eye devouring the gleaming figure before her. You run your gloved hand around your bottom, the PVC sticking and rusteling.
“Its so tight”. You whisper, “Oh its clinging so tight”.
Lady Vanessa smiles, standing and coming to you, hand replacing yours upon your polished buttocks. “don’t be silly Andrew you look gorgeous”. She purrs, you feel her finger tips slowly trace the now clearly moulded cleft between your seat cheeks, Her lips curl into a sensual smile. “Thank you Fiona ,We’ll take it”.
“Thank you Lady Vanessa. An excellent choice, Shall we wrap it?”.
You look over your shoulder, Lady Vanessa is staring at you, reading you mind, your silent pleas for mercy, the humiliation of your tiny white dress, would be nothing to being seen in such a ultra kinky outfit, but you can read her to, her eyes are afire, her cheek rosey with delight.
“No that will be fine we will wear it”, The cap slips onto your head, “I still need to visit the office. Don’t we darling”.

You were right, the humiliation of being seen in such a kinky outfit is beyond belief and the instant you step from the ‘safety’ of the shop, you feel your cheeks glow with scarlet shame ,as a hundred pairs of eyes turn to stare at your glossy PVC bound figure. Transfixed by the elegant sway of your hips and the slow wiggle of your shiny ,perfectly moulded buttocks ,they follow your gracefull movement up the , by now , very busy street. The walk to the car is torture and seams to take for ever, far longer than it had in the Leather mini dress and with each ultra feminised , hip wiggling step in these new needle heeled boots the PVC stretches and rubs smoothly between your seat cheeks at the rear, whilst gripping and squeezing your tightly packaged boyhood in front. Despite being totally covered, from toe to chin , you have never felt as exposed as you do now in this gleaming black impossibley sexy, PVC outfit..
Finally ,after what feels like an lifetime and with your heart pounding in your chest, you are holding the cars door open for her. She smiles as she slowly slips into the passenger seat. “Well done Andrew”,
Feeling the stretchy plastic skin, tighten even further, between your legs and bottom, you slip into the ‘Safety’ of the car and wriggle into position behind the wheel, the heels make finding the peddles difficult and you thank god it is automatic. “Madam “I have never driven anything like this”. you say,
“Don’t worry darling, you will be fine, now get comfortable and don’t panic”. The cars engine roars into life and after a few moments getting the feel of your right foot pivetting on its dagger like heel between brake and throttle, which in turn increases the tension of the vinyl across your thighs, you pull out. “Very good darling, very good indeed, I knew you would be, now follow my directions”.
Consentrating on both driving this amazing car and following Lady Vanessas instructions you actually forget for a brief time that you are totally feminised and sealed from toe up in PVC, that is until your left foot reaches for the missing clutch, “here, let me help, keep this foot out of the way Andrew dear”. She instructs and much to your dismay, places a soft guiding hand on your smoothly sheathed left thigh. “Now you can concentrate better”.
Concentrate??, How are you supposed to concentrate with her hand , slowly stroking up and down , skating on the ultra smooth PVC sealing your thigh, whilst she softly purrs about how smooth it feels, especially when feeling beyond your control cause the plastic to stretch just that little further over its most sensitive prisoner, making you dread the slightest bounce in the road.
Finally as if by some miracle, you pull up outside the office buildings. She smiles, “Well done Andrew” she smiles ,her hand slipping away from where it has come to rest between your thighs. “from now on your are my Maid and driver. Now please,let me out”.
Immediately you are once more, bathed in the attention of the entire street, but after a brief moment to compose yourself atop those heels and ignore the insistent rubbing about your boyhood, you move to her side. She steps with perfect grace from the low car, as if she were a movie star. “Thank you Andrew”, she says openly patting your gleaming bottom. “Wait here, beside the car”. You are stunned, surely you could wait inside you say, but no she is insistant, saying a Cheauferess must wait beside her mistresses car when parked in the street..
You feel your stomach knot. You have never been so on display before for that is what you are, on display, on show for the entire city to see and although you keep your eyes coyly lowered,You can feel the looks from everyone who passes, every head turns and stares at you. You hear whispered words as they pass. “Is that leather or what”, one says. “Fuck she is horney”, declares another , whilst a group of school lads loudly announce, “I would not mind a ride in that…and the car is pretty sexy too”. You feel your cheeks glow with shame. At one point you even notice a large black limo slowly pass by, the darkened window lowered slightly, for its passenger to dwell on your embarressment.
The sight of a bright red highly polished Lamborgini, is enough to attract any eye but when it is accompanied by the stunning figure of a beautiful young lady, dressed in an even more highly polished black PVC Chauferesse uniform those eyes nearly explode with astonishment. But that is the sight that greets the eye outside, the Fullerton –Silk offices., But what they can’t see it’s the effect the warm summer evening sun is having on that skintight PVC. To those who glance or even stare it is as tight as can be, but to you, hopelessly sealed within, it is becoming tighter and tighter, with every passing second, squeezing your body, moulding it into an even more stunning beauty.
You don’t quite know how long you have stood beside that car before she returns, But when she dose you feel a relief like you have never felt before, but it is short lived, for the instant you turn to open the door, the now drum tight PVC snaps about your crouch like a rubber band making you visibly wobble and release an audible gasp of surprise. Lady Vanessa stops and looks into your cloudy eyes. “Andrew?”, she asks with true concern, “Are you alright darling”.
She follows your eyes down your gloss sheathed body to where much to your horror and her delight your clearly very excited boyhood is now perfectly moulded in glossy Black PVC. .
“Lady Vanessa”, is all you can say , barely able to breath and not daring to move.
“Oh Andrew, I am so sorry, I did not realise, of cause the sun, oh its so tight oh dear, it must feel so strange”, she says before her eyes shine with a new mischief’s sparkle. ”But, It would seem you do rather like PVC …….it certainly likes you”, her finger tip softly grazes the vinyl sheath . Instantly your eyes widen and your lips part.
“Oh no!”, Your glorious agony escapes your glossed lips in a startled gasp, as her fingertip continues to softly scratch your helpless boyhood, “Please stop”.
“ don’t you like it? ”. scratch…scratch
,“Every one can…can see”, you gasp, blood pounding in your ears. Scratch scratch
“I know……exciting isn’t it”. She purrs, not breaking her touch scratch..scratch..scratch
“please” You beg, “Madam ,Please no”. A smile curls on her glossed lips, a smile of triumph and delight at witnessing your helpless surrender.
“Oh I’m sorry darling, that was naughty of me, It’s been a long day for you and you really are to sweet .”. She withdraws her finger and smooths her glossy lips onto yours in a soft tender kiss which leaves your legs like jelly. “Time my beautiful Maid was back home”.

The drive back to the house is in silence, the shame of your excitement burning on your face. Not that its seems to bother Lady Vanessa, still her hand softly rests on your thigh and still her smile and her soft voice is as warm as the setting sun and as the car pulls into the drive your embarressment has been all but forgotten.

to be continued

Nancy can't get enough of it

2012-02-06T14:04:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone.
Hope you are all well. I had these sent to me and had to check them out. The pics are of the utterly gorgeous Nancy Dell'olio in her Latex dress. I first thought they were from a few months back (check out the link at the bottom of post), but then to my delight found they were from a few nights back and that once again Nancy was back in Latex. Now you can say she only wears it to grab attention, well i say, LET HER!
Now as you know i like a beautiful older lady and right now Nancy is top of my list, but way behind my own Gi and my tottaly gorgeous Sheila
Anyway here is the link back to the article.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2096929/Nancy-DellOlio-shows-curves-takes-plunge-daring-PVC-dress.html?ito=feeds-newsxml
Thank you for reading.
XXX
Andy

This is the link to the older story
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2073951/Nancy-DellOlio-wears-black-PVC-dress-time-appropriate.html

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2012-02-03T15:47:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone
This is just me trying out the email upload to my blog and i could not think of anything nicer to post than a couple of pics of Keira. I mean what a smile.
Hope this works
XXX
See you next week i hope.
Andy

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Jackets for a friend

2012-02-03T08:43:00.004+01:00

Hi everyone,
For awhile no, well about 2 weeks, i have been searching for a jacket for my friend Sheila. She has no latex clothing and is not really into the scene or anything (yet), but i suggested we look for a jacket, something she could wear without being too fetishy.
Now Baring in mind she is a little older than me i thought this one from Harlot might be a little to advanced for her but i showed it to her yesterday and she really liked it. She may only be saying that, but she seamed genuine.

This one though also by House of Harlot i thought would be a little more appropriate as it is a lot longer but still sexy. The skirt, well we will have to see about that later.

http://www.house-of-harlot.com/shop/home.php?cat=23

Me i want this from kimWest. I love this there is something naughty about it.

http://www.luxurylatex.co.uk/collections/dresses

Have you checked out Inner Sanctum. This is , i think, their new collection and it is totally brilliant.
http://www.innersanctumonline.com/category_s/224.htm
http://www.innersanctumonline.com/Inner_Sanctum_Nina_Military_Uniform_p/drs206.htm

This i would like for my Gi.
http://www.innersanctumonline.com/Inner_Sanctum_Mina_Gown_p/drs205.htm

Back to Sheilas jacket. This from Honour is also very nice.

http://www.honour.co.uk/latex-rubber-jubilee-jacket-dress.php

This is a gorgeous top, i have seen this close up, very close up

http://www.honour.co.uk/latex-rubber-school-mistress-blouse-red.php

I love Honour and have shopped there on may occasions. There clothing is always top quality and very well priced.
All i need do now is save for a few more.

But after all that i think this is the jacket. for Sheila.
http://www.polymorphe.com/store/index.php/new/ac-140-perfecto-jacket.html

Anyway, i hope enjoy some shopping soon.
xxxxxxXXXXXX
Andy

Some captioned adventures of poor Andy

2012-02-03T08:01:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone.

Thank you for coming back. Here are a few more of poor Andys feminised Adventures.

Hope you enjoy.

XXX

Andy

The Guiding Hand Part 10

2012-02-01T14:46:00.000+01:00

The Guiding Hand

Part 10

Homecoming

“Come on”, Jennifer called, checking her make up in he hall mirror, “They will be here soon”.
Away in her office, Jane closed the door with the tip of one slim heel. “Sorry Mrs Bennet”, she said, adjusting the phone to her ear, “Yes that was, no just excited to see them again…6 months I can barely believe it….No no I am just so delighted to know Will is as happy as I know Andy…sorry still catch myself doing it sometimes….as Amanda is……No they decided…well I think it is just easier when out……..oh yes I mean Andy is not the most masculine name and they probably could get away with it but….oh yes, yes I agree, they are in their own hands….oh yes……Oh yes Andys mother is a lovely lady isn’t she…oh you have, how wonderful…you stayed with them?….well I know there was a lovely hotel I stayed at when I met them...oh how super..Yes beautiful house. Mmmm.
“Come on Jane, you can’t hide away”, Jennifers voice once more carried up the stairs, muffled this time by the half closed door.
“Yes, I think so”, Jane laughed, “Ok I will be in touch…..No no Mrs Bennet, that is so very kind of you, but as I told you, we of The Guiding hand society do not look for financial gain. The knowledge that two young people are able to live the lives they want as they want is all the reward I or any other of our ladies require….No that is quite alright Mrs Bennet and you are very welcome. …Thank you….yes good bye for now…bye.”
Jane, pressing the button on the phone, slouched back in the leather chair, the picture of Andy in one hand. She smiled.
“Enough”, Jennifer said entering the small, but well designed office, “Come along girl my guests will be arriving soon”.
Jane stared at her friend and lover with a look mixing shock and delight. She seemed to be getting more beautiful with each passing day, but that might simply be down to the regular love making they now shared. However today she looked even more beautiful. Her hair was now a light copper red, a suggestion of Janes. It was a colour that suited her completion and allowed an almost inexhaustible variation in her look and make up. Make up which today was rich and warm dark eyes and rouged cheeks, full wet lips. However it was not these things which dry Jane’s attention but her outfit.
“Hey those are my Pants”, she said, pointing at the smooth glossy film of leather which clung to Jennifers superb legs. “What a cheek”.
Janes playful friend smiled and turned, showing of her curves as the light reflected on the smooth material, “I think they look cool”.
“Is the zip done up right”, Jane said reaching out a hand.
“Yes I think so why”, Jennifer said, looking down, her polished fingertips fiddling with the nearly invisible gold zipper.
“Here let me see”.
“Why?”.
“Oh stop fussing come here , you want them right”.
“They are……oh all right”, Jennifer signed and stepped closer until Jane’s outstretch and fingers could rest on the zip. “But they fit…….Oh Christ!!!!!”
Jane laughed as her friends eyes widened and her breath exploded from her body in an uncontrolled gasp. “Better?”. She smiled
“Oh god Jane, what the f…..what was that?”.
“There is a little flat of leather just under the zip, I found it purely by accident and when it is in the right place it…..” as she touched the zipper again she watched Jennifers eyes slowly roll in her head and her lips part in deep panted breath. She smiled “Yes right there….nice?”.
Her friend barely replied, her only acknowledgement a faint but clear nod. “Oh yes”.
“Now don’t get them all sticky, that’s all”.
“Hey”, came her friends, breathy panted reply, “Don’t forget I am the boss today remember. So less of your miss bossy boots. Now come on lets see you”.
Jane looked up at her red faced lovers smile, it was cruel and loving at once. She shook her head. “How did you talk me into this”, she mumbled standing.
Jennifer laughed, “It was a deal, you agreed to anything if i…if ..you know…licked you…..you know…between”.
“Good grief Jen, it is too late to be coy about it now”, Jane smiled dangerously, “You weren’t worried with your face buried in my bottom last night”.
“Silence!”, for a moment both women stood stunned at Jennifers sharp tone, then together they broke into a shared laugh.
“Very well a deal is a deal…..Oh god I did not realise it was that short”. Jane said. Tugging at the frighteningly high hem of the tiny dress as she looked in the mirror. “I just can’t believe Andy ever got into this”.
“You are only just in it yourself Jane”, Jennifer smiled, her eyes drifting over her friends full breasts as they spilled from the top of the dresses bodice. The soft mounds pressed up and together to create the deep and beautiful cleavage Andy never could have. “Don’t forget it was cut to flatter a boy and not someone of your charms”.
“I know but…it is really tight and hot”. Jane moaned turning to look at the rear of the dress. The shiny brilliant pink latex glistening wetly with each movement. “I mean look, you can see, my Panties”.
“Think how Andy felt in it then”, Jennifer replied, fluffing the skirt on the petticoats beneath. “Did you polish all of these?”.
“Yes every one of them…..but Andy looked gorgeous in it”.
“Holy shit Jane” Jennifer gasped in dismay “You look astonishing in it, no you look gorgeous in it, stunning, Beautiful and if I may, Fucking Sexy as hell in it and if Andy and Will were not on their way I would have you over my knee right now…OK?”.
Jane looked to her friend, a smile of pure wickedness on her lips. “Oh yes please”.
Jennifer shook her head and turned to leave. “God what are you like. For that you can expect no further compliments from your mistress today. Now come on Maid Jane, down stairs”.
“Yes Madam”, Jane replied as Jennifer turned away, her tone a light giggle.
Then suddenly after but a few steps the younger woman stopped and gasped. A hand fumbled out to support herself in the door way as he stumbled.
“What is it Jen?”, Jane said, stepping to her, the pink dagger like heels offering no difficulty to her movement.
“Oh god Jane”, Jennifer looked up into her friends eyes, her face red and glowing.
“You Ok Honey?”. Jane asked.
“Yes,Oh yes, But you know what you said about making your pants all sticky”. She gasped once more, biting her lip. “……sorry”.
For a moment Jane looked back at her friend in confusion, then realising what she meant stepped back, “Oh no! Jenny!”, Jane shook her head in mock disgust.
“It’s not my fault you started it and you know what leather dos to me”.
“I should make you lick them clean for me”. Jane said, creating a resounding crack as she smacked Jennifer’s smooth buttocks, making her friend gasp once more.
“Christ Jane that is not…..not….helping……Oooo sorry, sorry”.
Jane watched with disbelief and a great deal of excitement as she watched her friend and lover gripped in the glow of an unexpected climax. “Now you know why I always wear them”, She smiled and stepping close whispered. “Just wait till you try the stairs”.

To her relief and despite having to stop to calm herself a couple of times Jennifer made it down into the reception hall without any further embarrassment, Jane however had no such luck. Oh she did not suffer the delightful torments of her friend, but once in the hall, her dagger heels on the polished wood floor her eyes fell on the mirror which dominated one side. It was no different reflection to the one she had gazed on in her dressing room minutes before, a woman of matured years, beautiful and confident, her full body squeezed into smooth and glossy latex rubber, a vision of sensual perfection from every angle. Jane blushed and shook her head, but she would willingly do anything for her lover, the woman in the tight pants who she now watched move with poise and grace in the next room.
She felt her stomach flutter, her mind filling with the memory of their first meeting some years before. Of her new neighbour a poised and stylish woman, younger than she by a few years, yet confident and cool, with no need for attachments or relationships. She remembered how she had first appeared at her door, smiling and alive her warmth instantly filling the large house, this house, the only thing Jane had ever got from the untrustworthy man she had foolishly called a husband. The house they now so happily shared. She smiled.
Jennifer turned and stared at her, her hands slipping to her hips in a show of mock displeasure. “Standing around Maid Jane?”, she purred.
Jane gazed back, her eyes smiling brightly and then with a cute curtsy answered. “Sorry madam Jenny”. Before with a deliberate wiggle of her sweetly displayed bottom turning away.

It was half and hour later when Jennifer heard the car draw up, the gravel of the drive crunching under the tyres.
“Jane”, she called, stepping into the hallway, “Jane they are here”.
“Better than Maid Jane”, her friend said, stepping from the kitchen, her tight pink latex dress shimmering in the light which flooded in from the glass panelled door.
Jennifer mockingly curled her lip at Janes words and with a clipped tone beckoned her maid for the day over. “I trust you have not dirtied your uniform Maid jane”.
The older, but no less beautiful woman shook her head in disbelief, “You really are going for this aren’t you”.
“Silence Maid”, Jennifer purred her tone deliberately sensual. “Inspection”. With that she stepped back a pace and slowly circled Janes glistening form, fluffing the skirts, smoothing the ribbons of her apron, all the things she knew Jane had done to poor little Andrew months before. She smiled. “Very good, apart from two points which require a little more polishing”.
Jane looked down, “Where?” she asked turning her head in search of the missed details. “Where”.
Jennifer cocked her head slightly and smiled, “Just……”. With that she reached out with the index fingers of both hands and gently placed them on Janes latex flattened nipples, “…..here”.
At the first instant of Jennifers touch Jane gasped and sighed as almost immediately her twin buds responded to her friends slow circular caress. “Oh God Jen not now”.
But Jennifer just tutted her coolly. “Now now Jane, you must look your best”.
“Oh God Jen stop”, Jane breathed her words in clear contradiction to her body, which, under Jennifer’s attentions, had already taken on a warm glow. “I don’t have time to change my panties”.
“But Jane, I am only polishing you, what more do you think I am doing?”.
“You…oh god!…..you know very well”.
“There all done, that’s better…”, Jennifer purred and as her friend stepped back Jane gazed down to where the tight latex of her bodice now stretched one last time to mould about the hardened twin peaks of her newly enflamed nipples. “Now you are perfect”.
The pairs eyes met now, Jennifer’s cool and hooded and Janes wide and alive, they gazed at each other for a moment, before in a flash of white teeth Jane beamed.
For a moment there was a pause then Jennifer sighed in playful exasperation, her body opening. “Yes Jane, well done, yes that was a compliment. Yes very well. Jane. You are gorgeous, stunning, hot, beautiful, cute , sweet and sexy as hell….OK?”
Jane smiled, “Oh yes”.
“Good”, Jennifer drew close and kissed her wide eyed lover softly on her glossed lips, “…….Now fuck off and open the door”,
“Yes Miss”. Janes smile was as wide as the sky and with a flirty bob, she curtsed yes Madam to her stunning friend and wiggled to the door.
The cool late winter sun flooded in as the door swung open. Jane narrowed her eyes in playful frustration as Jennifer instructed her to wait inside, before she alone stepped out to greet their friends.
The car was clean and polished, a nice neat salon, nothing flash nothing silly, yet it had a quality which only came with expense. Jennifer smiled. Their young couple were secure.
The drivers door opened and Will, tall and athletic, his hair still undecided as to which way it would flop, stepped out. Now again it was his neat and classy overcoat which spoke of success. He waved and stepped lightly to the passenger door.
As it opened an elegantly heeled foot appeared followed by one long long feminine leg.
“God they are nice heels”.
Jennifer turned to find Jane peering round the door frame.
“Jane get back in the kitchen”
“Jen I want to see them”, Jane whispered back, her eyes still gazing past her.
“Jane you will mess the surprise……Look if you wait for me to call I will….”, Jennifer paused, taking a breath, “….i will let you…..you know…to me….in the studio”.
Janes eyes drew away from the long legs slipping from the car and held her friends, she smiled “What…….all over?”.
Jennifer nodded.
“With the oils?”
Another nod, this one not so confident.
“With the little glitter brush?”.
This time there was a brief pause, before she gave a slightly less certain nod.
“Tonight”.
Jane gave a triumphantly naughty smile and with that turned back into the house. For a moment Jennifer’s eyes followed her lovers sexy wiggle as she departed, but hearing the crisp crunch of the gravel under foot returned her gaze to their guests.
Her eyes widened in astonishment.
His hand happily nestled in Wills and with a wide brilliantly sweet smile on his immaculately made up face, Andy, beautiful, elegant, sexy Andy, approached with grace and ease atop dagger like heels, his blossoming figure sheathed in a simple yet perfectly styled knee length Mac of metallic cherry red.
Jennifer, warmed by her guests smiles ,stepped out into the chilled late winter air and opened her arms.
“Oh my goodness”, she beamed as first Will and then Andy were enfolded in her embrace. “Look at you two, Oh William look at that hair, still not tamed it I see”.
Will smiled at the light teasing, “Don’t think it ever can be, Jennifer,”.
“No you leave it alone Will”, Andy Added, gazing with clear adoration at his young boyfriend, before stroking a stray hair from his eyes, “I love it as it is”.
“Well I do not doubt that An… man… A..mmandy ..sorry”.
Andy giggled and smiled, “Andy really is fine Jenny”
“Sorry Andy”, Jennifer felt herself blush at her garbled address but relaxed under Andys warm and honest smile. “Sorry, come on in, come on in”.
Stepping into the warmth of the hall, Jennifer closed the door.
“You look great Jenny” Andy said, politely, slipping his polished leather gloves off to reveal cherry glossed fingertips, “But they’re….they’re not Janes pants are they?”
Jennifer stopped, she smiled knowingly. “Yes as a matter of fact they are”.
“They look a bit tight”, Will said, quickly stumbling to add “In a good way I mean”.
“Thank you William”, Jennifer offered the young man her warmest smile. Andy smiled as well.
“Do they fit…….nicely”, Andy said, his tone deliberately playful. “You know in all the right places”.
Jennifers eyes narrowed, her hands slipped to her hips and she nodded, “Yes thank you Andy, they fit very……lets say…..pleasantly”.
From where she hid in the kitchen, Jane stifled a giggle and gazed at her young couple, there image reflected in the dominant hall mirror.
She smiled at the clear love that bound them together. Andy had never looked lovelier to her. Oh it had been a few months but she had had photos and Emails, but in the flesh, he seemed radiantly feminine. His hair, cut and feathered into a cute Pixie crop, perfectly highlighted his naturally soft features, his sparkling doe eyes, full, softly smiling lips and young blushed cheeks, glowed with youth and life. Whilst his dress, the simple mac drawn in at the waist, emphasised his slim, femininely boyish figure to perfection and it was a figure born with grace and ease on sensuously curved heels of glossy jet black.
Jane sighed, sighed and smiled and watched as, the moment Jennifer turned away to place their bags by the stair Will, clearly mystified by the odd use of the word “pleasant”, turned to whisper in Andys ear. The beautiful young man smiled and returned the whisper, his lips close to Wills ear. Will smiled and whispered another reply which brought a nod and smile from Andy. There was a brief pause before Will again lent close, Andy turned his head to allow his boyfriend to draw closer. Will spoke and for a moment Andys face froze, his eyes widened and fluttered and with a turn of his head gazed In clear blushing surprise at his beloved Will. After a moment he nodded and a smile of pure delight flickered on his lips, Lips which in turn then settled with gentle tenderness on to the young mans.
Jane smiled. God she could watch them all day.
“I will take them up later”, Jennifer said turning back to them and catching the last of their whispered conversation smiled and shook her head, “Yes I know and yes they have, yes it is and yes I have…. more than once. Thank you OK?”.
“What?”, Will said in comical surprise “I did not say a thing”.
“You two are a real team aren’t you”. Jennifer replied her smile warm and loving.
“Afraid so” Andy finished, a look of adoration gifted to the young man at his side. “Team Andill”.
“Andill?”, Will laughed, “I thought we were team Willdy”.
“No I renamed us at the last board meeting” Andy smiled with a playful pat on Will bottom. “So team Andill wonder if Aunt Jane is in”.
Jennifer released a devilish smile, “Oh yes, she is here”.
“No she isn’t”, came the voice from the kitchen.
Andy looked at Will, who in turn looked at Jennifer, there faces a mixture of confusion and delight.
“Now now Jane come along. We have guests”.
Again a descending voice filed the air. “I have changed my mind Jen”.
“Jane, stop being silly and come and take our guests coats”.
With that there came an almost deliberately dramatic sigh as from the kitchen the click of heels approached.
Andy felt Wills hand tense around his as Jane stepped out into the hall way.
“Oh my goodness!”, Andy gasped, one feminine hand reaching to his lips to hide his smile “Aunt Jane?”.
“Maid Jane”, Jennifer corrected, her tone playfully sharp.
“Oh don’t start”, Jane replied her fingers trying to ease the hem of her shiny latex uniform a few inches lower.
“Aunt Jane!, Oh my goodness, what?…..”. Andys voice died stumbling to find the words. “Hang on is that one of my Uniforms?”.
“Oh you noticed”. Jane huffed still struggling with the brevity of the outfit which barely contained her beautiful figure. “Jens Idea”
“Now Now Jane a deal is a deal, you agreed”.
“Deal?”, Will asked looking puzzled.
“Oh not for your ears darling”. Jennifer smiled.
“Oh God, I can’t leave you two alone for a minute can I”, Andy beamed his smile brighter than the clear winter air, “What are you like?”.
For a moment now there was a pause, a still between the four of them, then the laughter came and in that moment Jane stepped forward and wrapped her young “Niece” in her warm and loving embrace.
“Oh Andy, you look gorgeous”, she purred, holding him close, “Both of you so gorgeous. It is so wonderful to see you both again”. She returned her embrace to Will, who blushed from ear to ear. “I want to know it all. I have seen some of your work Andy. You are all over the salon walls, You look stunning. Imagine New York”.
“I know, I didn’t think that agent would remember me”.
“Not remember you?”. Jane laughed, “She must have dreamt about you for weeks”.
“I did”. Will added. Instantly blushing as the groups eyes turned to him. “I mean… ..well..you know…..still do…you know I do….you said I talk in my sle…”.
“Will!” Andys eyes widened and a sweetly cute blush bathed his face at the young mans innocent slip.
“Oh sorry….i..i didn’t mean”.
Andy glanced at Jane and Jennifer, their smiles wide and joyful and took his young mans hand in his, squeezing it lovingly and pulling him close so as to softly kiss his reddened cheek. “Think they know what you mean”.
Will, sweet Will just blushed as a silence momentarily settled on the group.
Jane coughed softly, her smile barely contained, “Do you… travel with each other”. she asked covering the young mans slip.
“If we can”, Will said, this time choosing his words, “If my work allows”.
“Yes, Christian told me all about that. It sounds exciting. What about..”
“Now now Jane”, Jennifer added, “Duty first, take my guests coats”.
“Your guests?”, Jane gasped, turning to her friend “Cheeky cow”.
“Jane!”, The younger woman hissed, “That is no way to address your mistress. Now coats”.
Jane looked with light-hearted disgust at her lover and turned back to their smiling guests. “Young Miss, young Sir, May I take your coats”.
“Thank you” Will said entering into the spirit and slipping his off to reveal a crisp and wonderfully cut suit, handed it to Jane.
“And Miss?”. Jane smiled with a faint almost thoughtless curtsy.
“Why thank you Maid Jane”, Andy smiled, and with delicate fingers un-fed the belt of his Mac and slipped the buttons. It slid from his shoulders and as it did, both Jane and Jennifer gasped.
For a moment Andy paused. It was odd for over the past few months he had gotten used to being gazed at, yet now before these two people he knew and loved so much he once more felt uncertain, as if he too had been caught by surprise.
He shifted on his heels .“Its Atsuko”, He said.
The Atsuko in question was a glistening jet black latex Atsuko Kudo sheath dress, It’s sleekly chic 50s styling making it mould and cling to every curve of Andys body down to just below his knees. The cute short puffed sleeved highlighting his slim elegant arms whilst the structured bodice nipped at the waist to create a perfectly feminine silhouette.
Andy took a breath, The tight shiny latex, popping softly under his faint movement. “It’s.. .It’s a signature look”, Andy half whispered , almost feeling an explanation for his wearing such a eye-catching outfit was called for “The agency suggested it, kind of a look which becomes associated with one model”.
However it was not the dress, elegant, stylish and sexy though it was, which drew Janes eye, but that which nestled within the sweetly cut neckline. For as Andy breathed the soft pillows of a blossoming young cleavage, clearly swelled from the dresses sensually tight confines.
Andy bit his lip nervously, his hand squeezing Wills for comfort.
Jennifer looked to Jane, her friends eyes full of tender delight, as slowly her hand drifted up and a gentle fingertip lightly caressed the clearly outlined buds beneath the latex. Andy drew breath, his eyes fluttered ,his heart beat faster.
For a long moment now the silence hung in the air as, totally without thought, Janes tender caress brought a softly breathed sigh from her young wards lips. His sweetly feminine body naturally shifting slightly towards his handsome companion for support .
Janes touch continued soft and loving and as the moment lengthened Jennifer gazed with love at her own beautiful companion. She shook her head and smiled.
“I think you two need a chat”,she sighed lightly, kissing Jane softly on her cheek. “Oh well so much for having a maid. Never mind. Come on William, give me a hand with these bags. Fuck knows what these pants will do to me if I try to carry them upstairs”.

To be continued?

*************

Thank you again for reading my story, that will be all for now, But maybe one day I will return to Andy, Will and Aunt Jane.
As I have said before, re visiting this story, which I originally wrote a few years ago, has allowed me to work in a few things which are very important to me. Most important of all being the character of Will, who I based totally on my first and really only boyfriend. (I know, I like boys I like girls, so nice to have choice) . In the first dozen versions of this story he never appeared, it only being Andy and Jane, but recently I have been thinking of My own “Will” and it felt right for him to be with me.
So I don’t know if this is done on these sort of Blog stories and if you don’t mind, I would like to dedicate The Guiding Hand to My own “Will”.

I Hope it will be a while yet, but I prey that when I get there you will be there waiting for me.
Love you.
XXX

Right now, wipe your eyes and for those of you who did not get up and leave before the end of the credits….

***********

Jane awoke with a start. The studio was dark, lit only by the merest blade of moon light which passed the blinds edge. She listened.
“What ….whats up?”. Jennifer mumbled, her head half asleep.
Jane said nothing, placing her hand softly on her companions leg in a silent Shush. Again she listened and again the noise came. Only know It was a clear giggle a laugh.
Jane slipped from the bed and moved to the door.
“What is it?”, Jennifer once more asked, easing herself up onto her elbows.
“Hold on honey”, Jane whispered.
Now both listened and again the laugh came, soft but clear. Slowly Jane opened the studio door.
She paused her heart ticking in her naked breast.
“WILL!!!”
Jane started and if the cry had not been instantly followed by a light shushing giggle she would have been worried. Instead she too found herself muffling a joyful laugh.
“Will, stop, stop, stop”, The giggling voice was soft but clear and Jane knew it came form the room at the far end of the upstairs landing, beyond the closed door around which leaked a halo of light. A light which drew her like a moth.
Softly on bare toes Jane passed the Two spare bedrooms on the left, then her upstairs study to the right. She stepped down the 3 steps which marked the join of the houses big extension, then up and passed the second bathroom and up to the door.
She stopped, her heart fluttering and racing, her every nerve a tingled with delight and she listened.
The giggle came again this time it was clearly two voices, a mixture of giggles and whispered words. “Roll over”. It was Wills voice, deep and soft.
“Can I take this off”. Andy replied, his voice barely a whisper, “I can’t see a thing”
Jane smiled widely and put her hand to her mouth.
“That’s the idea, Turn over….”.
“Will?”.
“Not yet Mandy it’s still my turn”.
Janes heart fluttered, it was the first time she had heard ever heard the intimate name by which Will addressed Andy and it was perfect.
“No no Will”, Andy purred, “….no hands…..Hands down, No down…no not th…., OH!”.
“Shhhh”, The young man breathed, his voice half breaking with laughter. “you will wake the house up”.
“You know that tickles”. Andy gasped his own voice a melody of fun and surprise,
“All right, What about here?”.
“Will…. no”.
“Under here?”
Andys did not reply, his soft laughter Wills answer
“This?”.
Andy giggled as his soft pleas for mercy mingled with his half muffled laughter
“Stop stop”
“What about…that”
Silence
“Mandy?”.
Silence
Jane drew closer to the door her ear close to the frame.
“Mandy?”, Wills voice was deeper less of a whisper, “Mandy?”.
“What ever you do” Andys voice was soft and deep and breathy, “…do not stop that”.
Jane suddenly aware of the intimate moments she was eavesdropping on, felt her face begin to glow. She took a breath, calming her racing heart.
“Hey!” Jane started and turned at Jennifer’s sharply whispered call. She turned and stopped.
Jennifer stood framed in the doorway of the now dimly lit studio, her entire stunning body a glistening rainbow of slick wet oil, her hands firmly planted on curved hips. She stared at Jane and smiled sliding her hands wetly down her slickly glossed body. “What about my second coat”.

The end?

Some of my caption art

2012-01-30T14:32:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Here are a few caption pieces for you.

I am sorry the first one is of grainy quality, but it is the only one i could steal from the Rubbersisters, so if they would like to exact their gorgeous revenge on me i will plead guilty here and now. But just in case here is a link to them.

http://www.rubbersisters.com/

Look blonde hair!!

I must admit have a soft spot for this one myself, i think the pose is very sweet and feminine.

Hope you liked them

Lots of Kisses.

Andy

Keira in GQ

2012-01-30T14:18:00.002+01:00

Hi everyone.
This is hot off the press and fell into my inbox an hour ago. Keira Knightley gracing the cover of Britain's GQ magazine, in the build up to the launch of her new movie 'A dangerous Method' .
I Said it before,I'll say it again. She is so beautiful.
XXX
Andy.

Brilliant Vac-bed art

2012-01-30T14:13:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone.

Firsts off i need to say Hi and Thank you to all those of you i saw on Saturday night. It was such a fun night and i know 2 or three of you pop in here. So thanks to our hosts and to KvF for lending me that top. I am so glad you have all taken haughty Miss Louboutin to you hearts.

I should and must also thank Gi and P, You are the sweetest people and i love you very much.

XXXX.

Now these little gems icame across a little while ago andas with so much art that gets moved about the Net i do not know who they are by, but they are totally wonderful.I adore Vacbed s and as you may have read, been in a couple in my time, One of which was as i kind of display model but nothing like these.

Hope you like them.

Big kisses and thank you again.

XXXX

Andy

A new caption

2012-01-27T13:57:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

I just had to post this. I came a cross the image a while ago but have no idea who it is by. If anyone does please let me know. It was so beautiful that I felt I could not touch it and so merely added my own caption.

Hope you like it.

XXX

Andy

Slick and sticky (The new double act)

2012-01-26T14:58:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Now i know i have probably posted the first pic before, but finally i found the original full pic in rich tone colour and just could not resist putting it up again. I do hope you don't mind, but then again this is my blog.

Death by Chocolate? What a way to go.

This one I just like, plain and simple, I just love the sleek and clear black and white.

There that was quick, a quick post, but don't worry there is more to come today.

XXX
Andy

101 not out. Thank God

2012-01-26T14:48:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Now i know it is rude to mention a ladies age, but when it comes to these two i don't imagine they would be anything but proud to tell you they are both 50, or in Carol Vorderman's case 51, 51! oh come on you are kidding, I mean look at her. No don't stare i said just look. No not there..

Oh yes if you add both Carol and Nancys ages together you get 101, then take my age away and you get a very very healthy profit and one very very happy Andy.

God bless older woman, god bless Carol and Nancy and god bless and thank you for my Gigi and Sheila.

XXXX

Andy

Carol Vorderman at British TV awards.

Nancy Dell'oilo, well, just being Nancy Dell'oilo.

What more do you need.

The Guiding Hand. Part 9

2012-01-26T14:05:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Here is the next part of The Guiding Hand. It is a rather personal chapter for me as it contains certain elements which i am delighted to say hold very warm memories for me. I have written and re-written it a dozen times, each time wanting to add more and more in. But as they say, it is not what you put in that counts, but that which you leave out. So here it is I do hope you like it.

The Guiding Hand.

Part 9

Amanda

As Jennifer drew it out ,Andy nearly staggered back in shock. It was the dress from the shop, not the cute pink one he had seen but the one in the window. The slim, floor length, halter neck gown of gleaming black rubber.
“Oh my!!”. He sighed and, as if transfixed by it, stepped closer, his fingers softly caressing it.
“Isn’t it stunning…”, Jennifer said, turning the rippling dress in the light, “…..that was what I meant when I said Janes choice was crazy……its going to be so tight there is no way you can where anything but panties under this”, She turned it this way and that , the aroma of rubber filling the air, “…..but even then it will be a squeeze”.

And it was. For even with a liberal dusting of powder, the room was filled with the popping and stretching squeak of Latex for some minutes as, with a lot of wriggling and smoothing, the dress slowly eased up to his slim waist. At which point it became clear just how tight it was. Indeed if it had not been for the experience of the tight pencil skirt a few days before he would have found it impossible to even balance.
“Wow”, Jennifer said, stepping back, her face glowing with her efforts. “That’s really tight…..but I have a little something else, a treat for Jane…”, she turned away only to return moments later with a small pouch, “……and for you”.
As Andy watched she fumbled in the pouch and produced a ball of flesh coloured jelly, about the size of a grapefruit, she turned it round, Andy Gasped, it was a fake breast!, a breast complete with a dark raised nipple. She smiled a naughty smile and held it to his body.
“Can you imagine Jane’s face”.
Andy shook his head and smiled.
With expert hands Jennifer applied a thin film of skin adhesive to both ‘breasts’ and carefully aligned them with Andy’s chest before pressing them home. As she did he felt small holes open within the jelly and draw in his own nipples. “Can you feel that?”, Jennifer asked.
Andy nodded, “It’s a bit weird”,
“I bet……but this might feel weirder…..”, So saying she gently took each fake nipple and began to lightly pinch the tip, Andy jumped. With each pinch he felt his nipples drawn into the jelly, not tightly, or painfully but, like a soft sucking. 3 more pinches and he could feel his nipples begin to tingle. Jennifer recognised the new sensation reflected in his eyes, “…..not to tight?”, she asked as if having breasts applied to his chest was an everyday thing.
“N…no there fine”, he said looking down at his new figure. “I think?”.
“They will seem odd right now….. ”. She assured him whist giving each peak a playful stroke, which produced a sharply excited gasp, “……. But with the dress on they will feel wonderful”.
And they did, for after a few more minutes more of stretching and smoothing the high halter neck slipped about Andys slim throat and closed with a tiny zipper at the rear.
Andy took a breath, goodness the dress was tight and instantly warm, but as his hands moved over it, the latex popping and snapping beneath his touch, it felt amazing.
Now only one thing remained, the high heels. These slipped onto his feet and closed with a single buckle, for a moment he teetered on them, the tight rubber dress giving him little scope for correcting his balance and along with his new breasts he was forced to adopt a new posture to compensate. His back arched, to push out his breasts and bottom to form a perfectly feminine silhouette. Jennifer stepped back, releasing his hand.
“Wow …you look amazing”, she said bending to smooth a stray wrinkle from the rise of his buttocks, the latex crackling as she smoothed it away down his thigh. “Its incredible”.
“May I see?”, Andy asked softly.
“Not yet darling….”, she smiled, “…..not until we’ve got you polished”.
Jennifer noticed Andy’s surprise ,as from the bag she produced an aerosol.
By now he was, used to the small bottle of oil Jane had used ,but this was new.
“Don’t worry Andy, this is the best you can get”, she explained shaking the can, “Some stuff leaves rubber a little slippery, a bit wet?, but this, this will dry, and ……..close your eyes darling, good girl…..leave your dress like a mirror”.
The first mist of glosser burst from the can before she had finished explaining, the cool moisture, making the young man tense as it settled on him.
“Cold is it darling?” Jennifer asked softly, continuing her slow even misting of his back.
He nodded, “A little”.
“Sorry won’t be long”.
Andy smiled and closed his eyes, “Don’t worry”.
The shock however did not last long and as quickly as the polish settled it warmed.

Meanwhile, downstairs Janes guests had been steadily arriving. All elegant and stylish, dressed in eveningwear, her polite dress code strictly adhered to. All were all greeted in her own warm style and thanks to the caterers were offered canapés and drinks. Small talk between groups filled the rooms, but everyone Jane spoke to had one question, “Where was her niece”.
“Do not worry….”, she said, “….Amanda, arrived from collage not long ago, she is changing now. You know what teenagers are like and I am sure she will be wanting to make an entrance”.

Back in the dressing room, the air was full of sweet scented glosser. As nearing the end of her task, Jennifer turned Andy this way and that, circled him and inspected him for any tiny patch of rubber that did not shine like glass, any that she did find, she misted in with tiny bursts from the can. She was done.
For a few moment Andy did not move, holding his breath as the last tingles of the glossers coolness faded in to warmth. Then his eyes fluttered open to meet Jennifer’s astonished gaze as she looked down at the can in her hand.
“Holy Shit”, she mumbled, “I did not imagine it would be …..so”
The near wordless Jennifer raised her eyes and Andy followed her gaze down to his freshly polished body. His heart fluttered into his throat and turned to the mirror.
“Oh my god”. He gasp, quickly apologising for his words., “……it’s so ….”.
“Its amazing….”, Jennifer added, as stunned as the gorgeous boy, “It’s like…”
“Like a mirror”. Andy finished.
Jennifer nodded, “How dos it feel?,
“Its wonderful….”, Andy said running his hands over the ultra smooth rubber, swiftly dry to the touch. “..especially here”. He gently ran his hands up the smooth material to softly circle his new ‘breast’.
“I thought it might”, Jennifer giggled seeing the look in his eyes, “…..turn around, darling, let me see?…..Mmmmmm nice….walk up and down so I can see the effect”. She playfully patted his bottom, the shiny rubber trembled under her touch.
With the excited giggle of a school girl Andy obeyed and Jennifer was treated to the stunningly sexy sight of the shiny skin tight rubber dress, stretching and clinging to Andy’s hips and thighs with every catwalk perfect, hip swaying, bottom wiggling high heeled step.
She could only stare, and as Andy looked back over one shoulder the look in her eyes said it all.

Jane looked at the clock time was getting on and she began to wonder if Andy had had second thoughts.
“It your niece shy?”, Caroline green, one of Jane’s neighbours asked jokingly.
Jane smile , “Oh you know girls, Andy probably can’t find anything to wear”.
“Andy?….” Caroline’s husband, A handsome French man named Tomas, said lightly. “.……are you sure you don’t have a nephew”.
The was a soft round of polite laughter,
“Oh that comes from a few years back …”, Jane said, thinking quickly, “…he.., sorry you’ve got me doing it now , she…was a bit of a tom boy then and was, always being mistaken for a boy. So you see Mandi…..Amanda, became Andy”.
“Oh what fun, girls were al…..ways…..”., Caroline paused, looking passed the hostesses shoulder.
“I don’t think people will be making that mistake again”, her husband said..
Andy, had paused at the door to the lounge for a moment, his eyes closed. He did not feel embarrassed, that was a thing of the past, he did not feel ashamed, for there was nothing to be ashamed of and he did not feel humiliated, for there could be no humiliation in pride. No, what Andy felt was excited, Christmas and birthday excited and so he had paused, waited for his heart to calm, and had taken a breath before, under Jennifer’s soft instruction and a pat of his polished bottom walking confidently into the room.
Jane turned and for a moment even she stared. The way the light reflected and glistened on the ever moving, stretching and rippling latex of Andy sleek gown seemed to create an hypnotically sensual dance from which no eye in the room could not be drawn.
For a moment Jane could think of nothing more, but then Andy broke into a wide and loving smile which made Jane’s stomach tremble with delight. Heads turned as he passed, he smiled to every one but looked only at his beloved Jane.
Passing through the archway that connected the two rooms to where she waited, Andy took his ‘Aunts’ outstretched hand and drawing close kissed her softly on the cheek. “Good evening Auntie”.
“You look, wonderful”, Jane whispered allowing her hand to run around his body to rest on the curve of his bottom.
Andy smiled, he did not look away. “Thank you”. It was a simple statement which the others in the group took as childlike politeness, but Jane, gazing into his sparkling eyes, knew it meant much more.
She smiled and returned the kiss. For a moment they were alone. Then tearing her eyes ways, she turned him to her friends, “Caroline, Tomus, this is my niece….Amanda”.
Andy’s eyes flickered to her face, they did not register shock but delight. He smiled.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Amanda”, both said, “…….And might I say you are every bit as beautiful as Jane has told us”.
“Thank you”, Andy smiled, “it is so nice to meet you too and may I say that is a lovely dress”,
“Oh why thank you Amanda, how sweet…”, she said, taken aback for a moment by Andy’s exquisitely charming tone and wonderful smile. “…….but, might I say not as lovely as yours my dear.”.
“Thank you”.
“It is stunning”, A third voice, asked, the group looked to find a tall red head with dazzling green eyes beside them.
“Oh Brigitte I ‘m sorry …”Jane said, turning to her, “…., Amanda this is Brigitte Morell and her partner Jamie”.
Again Andy greeted each with a dazzling smile and polite ‘hello’
“Is it Rubber?”, Brigitte asked politely
“I’m sorry”,Andy turned, missing the question.
“Your dress dear. Is it Rubber?”
“Yes It is”. Andy smiled
“Its so tight…..”added Jamie, a tall well dressed man some years younger than his partner, “….is it hot?”
“Yes ….a little, but I like it“, Andy giggled, squeezing Janes hand, “….its like being given a warm hug all over”.
“Well. It is certainly a dress for the confident or those blessed with the perfect figure”. The red head said, adding, “Of which my dear, you seem blessed with both”.
Andy felt himself blush and thanked everyone for his or her sweet words. Gifting each with a smile they would long remember.

Jane smiled like she had never before, it was a wonderful evening, the atmosphere was light, the conversation good everyone of her guests mingled and embraced. Even the weather, the warm summer sun never let her down, yes it was a wonderful evening, the perfect evening with her beloved Andy.
As she watched Andy move about the room, chatting and giggling with each and everyone of her guests she smiled with pride. His sweet charms making each person feel as if they were the only ones in the room. Occasionally she saw him respond to a comment about his dress, watched him as he would turn and pose, even allowing an inquisitive hand to touch the smooth latex. A confident , elegant and sexy young woman.
It was then she saw the new face across the room, young and handsome, smart and clearly very nervous. Janes heart fluttered.
Moving across the room to where Andy, held two couples in the warmth of his charm, she slipped her hand onto his bottom. She could have placed it on the base of his spine or higher, but she placed it there because she wanted to.
Andy turned and smiled.
“May I borrow my niece for a moment”. She said lightly.
The older gentleman of the group, sighed, “A shame, to loose such beauty” and softly kissed Andys hand.
The young man, blushed and thanked each in turn.
Turning Andy away, Janes fingers fluttered on his latex covered bottom. “Give me your glass darling”.
“But…oh I’m sorry Auntie I was not……”.
“No no it’s all right darling”, Jane whispered softly, “I have someone to show you”.
“Ok, I thought……”.His voice trained off as his eyes fell the face across the room. Taking the glass before it fell from his fingers, Jane felt him tremble as a soft, “Will” passed his lips.
For what seemed like an age the pair looked at each other, both almost too scared or stunned to move. The young man smiled, whilst Andy half raised a hand in a faintly nervous wave.
“Well go on then”, She Jane in mock frustration,
“May I?”, Andy replied his voice an almost silent sigh.
“Of cause you can, Now go on. If you leave him alone much longer half the woman in the room will be all over him”.
Andy tilted his head, his eyes, moist and sparkling gazing into Janes. She knew what he wanted to say, but knew words would not come.
“What?”, Jane said a warm smile on her lips, “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t invite him?. Now go on”. and with a pat of his bottom she sent him on his way.
The walk from one side of the room to the other had never taken so long, nor had it been so exciting . The room, moments earlier busy and alive, now drifted from both Andys and Wills mind, all they saw was each other and in the tick of a clock or the beat of a heart they were together.
For a moment they paused, their eyes fluttering and dancing over each other’s features. Andy touching his hair nervous and unsure, Will clasping his hands. Both hearts pounding.
“Hi”, Andy said, drawing a deep breath which made the latex of his dress stretch and ripple.
Will, tall and handsome, (despite the nose) gazed into Andys eyes, the simple word hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. Then softly and deliberately he whispered. “You look amazing”.
It was like a switch had been turned on, their switch, their code a switch that made them tingle and warm, happy and alive.
Andy stepped back, a tiny joyful skip on his heels. Hands on his hips a smile as wide and warm as a summers beach on his lips.
“Is that the best you can come up with”, he teased. a giggle of delight in his breath.
Now Will smiled, he laughed softly, “Just warming up” he gazed up and down Andys stunningly displayed and newly curvaceous body. Taking in every ripple of the latex and every dimple and curve of his friend body to which it clung so perfectly. A comically quizzical look danced on his face, “Actually, No sorry I can’t think of anything else”.
“Oh you” a playful slap came down on Wills arm.
“Alright what do you want me to say”. He laughed faking pain from the blow. “I think Amazing sums you up perfectly”.
Another slap, lighter this time, Andys hand lingering, caressing before slipping away.

As Jane watched the young pair from across the room, she could see the natural attraction between them, so relaxed and alive. The way they moved the way they gratefully came into contact with each other, hands clasping arms, pats, playful slaps. It was in the way Andy, held himself, the way he rested his weight on his heels, the angles his sleek latex body created. Shapes which readily drew the young man closer. The handsome William, with those dark eyes, unruly hair, wonky nose and that wide ready smile. They had not been together for more than a few hours, yet to anyone they were as life long friends. Maybe even more.
“Perfect”, Jennifer’s hand slipped down Jane’s spine, her host turned, “It is amazing. They are so perfect for each other”,
“Yes they are”. Jane replied without moving away from her touch. “Look at them, totally into each other”,
“I hope you like my gift”, Jennifer added a soft giggle in her voice.
“Oh you naughty girl”, Jane turned, her eyes drifting over slightly younger woman’s perfect features. Then, slowly, she kissed her softly on the lips.
“Jane!” Jennifer whispered lightly, “People will see”.
“I don’t really care. Do you?”. Jane smiled
For a moment Jennifer gazed back at her friend, her eyes dancing over the beautiful features she had known for the past 6 years. She smiled. “About bloody time too”, came the reply, followed by a soft kiss.
“Sorry”, Jane sighed. A gentle squeeze of her secret lovers hand. “No more sneaking around”.
“Thank god. I was beginning to think I would have to seduce you all over again”.
“You never seduced me”. Jane smiled
“I beg your pardon”, Jennifer laughed. “You didn’t know what hit you”.
“I was leading you on”.
“Why you little!”. Jennifer hissed, her voice a comically whispered exclamation. “I had you in the palm of my hand.”
Suddenly Janes face lit up , her face filled with colour and smile as bright as Andys on her lips, “Oh yes, now you mention it” She said. “I do remember something like that”.

“Do excuse me”, Andy turned to the face of one of the guest he had been talking to earlier. The charming gentleman who had kissed his hand offered his to him. “Do excuse me Amanda my dear, but we must be off. My wife and I have a long drive”.
Andy took the offered hand with delicate touch. “Oh Mr Gale, so sorry, but it has been such a delight meeting you and you Mrs Gale. Please have a safe trip”.
The older man, his heart warmed by Andys smiled, gave a half bow. “It has been an absolute delight to meet you dear child and I wish you and your young man every happiness”. He raised Andys hand once more to his lips, brushing it with a soft kiss.
Andy said no more, he felt himself blush but found no words in his lips.
As the gentleman turned away, his wife now came closer, she took Andys hand and, to Wills surprise, his also. “Do forgive me, but I could not help but watch you together. Such fun you two have, such fun”. She whispered slipping their hands together. “You must take good care of each other”.
Turning away in a drift of perfume the lady had left both Andy and Will in a haze of confusion. However, despite the uncertain silence that had settle over them, neither was prepared to slip their hand away from the others.
Andy looked down at his hand. It looked right where it was, enfolded in this young mans warm embrace.
“I didn’t think you were coming”, Andy whispered the sound of the party finally returning to his ears. “When I saw the three ladies I thought…..you did not want to come”.
Wills hand, bigger and less feminine, tightened on Andys, sending a tingle through the feminised boys body.
“I didn’t know anything about it until 5 o’Clock . Christian told me to get myself home , into my best suit and he would pick me up. Never had an idea”.
Still dwelling on the warmth of his friends hand on his, Andy laughed and then blew a deep breath. “I think we have been set up”.
Wills hand warm and soft, gentle and strong, gave a little squeeze. “You don’t mind …do you?”.
Now there was a pause, a long one, then Andys other hand, or rather one fingertip, slipped onto the back of Wills hand, circling the knuckles one at a time. He looked up, his eyes searching and finding Wills, who gazed back without question..“No”, Andy whispered, smiling, “No…I don’t…….do you?”.
Will gazed back, his eyes deep and warm, never a hint of deceit. “No, not one little bit”.
Andy took a breath, a calming breath almost unable to contain the smile on his face.
“You know”. Will said, his tone now free of uncertainty, “The first thing I remembered of you were those…..Dimples.”
“Oh god no”, Andy giggled.
“No really I think they are real cute”.
Andy felt himself blush, he had hated having Dimples, they had led to no end of teasing as a kid and for a moment a welling of sadness stirred within him. However one glance at Will honest smile told him the teasing days were over and now he did not want this moment to pass.
His nerves trembled, his knees shivered. Suddenly the latex dress was an oven and he was melting within it. He swallowed again. He would not let this moment pass.
“If ……If you kiss them, Will …”, His voice faltered. Another breath, “….If you kiss them…..you can keep them”.
For second Andys heart stopped as his words hung in the air. Had he said them aloud? or just dreamt he had, but then with a smile from his friend his doubts were put aside.
The first touch of Wills lips made Andys wide eyes flutter and his heart race , the second on the other cheek was softer and lingering and made his lips part, his breath deepen, his eyes close, his body melt.
“Oh god, Will”, Andy sighed, feeling the warmth of his friends cheek on his as he remained near, his mind a swirl of emotions and fears. Disbelieving of what had just happened and of the question which now hung on his glossy lips.
But it was a question he did not ask.
“If I kiss your lips”, Will whispered, his voice low, warm , honest and sweetly nervous. “May I keep them as well”.
Andy did not answer, his mind refusing to think in words. Instead, after a heartbeats pause he drew away. His face soft and warm, with eyes deep and moist gazed up into Wills, his mind a whirl of confusion and delight. “But this was a boy”, Andys head told him, “a boy, not a girl, a boy”. However his heart, his beating, beating heart, which pounded beneath his latex gown, was not draw to such thoughts and sung with only one clear voice and slowly and slightly he nodded.
Briefly, for a heart beat Andy hesitated. He had never been kissed before. Oh he had kissed girls sure, but he had never been kissed and never, ever by another boy. He hesitated as Wills breath sweet and warm caressed lips, his mind searching for an answer. But he needed none, his body answered for him and with a final sigh, their lips met.
It wasn’t a long kiss, though to Andy it felt it, it felt like his lips were becoming as liquid, flowing and melting onto Wills, but it was only a brief warm and tender kiss. A soft kiss and as they parted, eyes closed Andy could not help but steal a gentle second peck.
Now there came a longer pause, Will could feel Andys trembling weight on his hands as he took in a deep calming breath. Then from deep within, Andy glowed, his eyes fluttered and his teeth nibbled his lips. His breath a deep sigh.
Will stroked his hair. “Ok?”
For a second Andy gave no word, then with a giggle and deep breath said. “Oh yes”. He licked his lips, tasting the young man on him “Oh God Will, yes”.
“ I have wanted to kiss you since the first time saw you”.
Andy gave a slight nervous giggle. “I hope It was worth the wait”.
A hand stroked Andy hair, “More than. I just hope I don’t have to wait so long for the next.”
“You might have to. I think it may take a while for me to get my breath back” Andy giggled. The tingle of flirtatiousness returning.
Will laughed, his arm naturally slipping round Andys latex smooth wait to rest unashamedly on his bottom, “Join the club”
“So what happened to it?”, Andy said. Easing closer, nestling into Wills body.
“To what?”.
“Your best suit”.

“Goodnight, so nice to have seen you”, Jane kissed each of her guests as they left. Slipping out into the night air.
“Do wish Amanda and her young man best wishes from me”, Caroline said, gripping her husbands hand.
“I don’t know where they have gone to”. Jane replied smiling.
“On the terrace”. Another lady said, accepting Janes kiss. “So sweet”.

The house silent and still once more, Jane and Jennifer shared a quiet drink together, before venturing out to the back door.
Andy and Will just sat there, totally unaware of anything but each other, wrapped up in each others warmth, chatting, giggling, playing…..kissing, but never breaking contact always touching, hands arms, body.
Jane looked at her watch. 2.30 in the morning. She smiled. The perfect evening. But even perfect evening need to come to an end.
“Come on you two”, Jane said, stepping out with Jennifer “Time you Andy, were in bed”.
“Please Aunt Jane, just a little longer”, The look on the beautiful young mans face told her he was not yet ready, but knew really she was right. “Please”.
“Now now darling, it is too late. Wills taxi will be here soon. Now say goodnight and Jenny will take you up and help you undress”.
Andy was not a child, he knew she was right and so turning his face to his friends, he stroked his cheek before without embarrassment or hesitation kissing him, softly on his lips. It was a light kiss, but lingering and tender a kiss both Andy and Will breathed in before parting gently to rest their faces close together.
“Wow….Don’t think I will ever get used to that”. Andy smiled, a giggle in his voice.
“Me neither”, Will replied, his eyes gazing into his friends, “Guess we will have to practise at it”.
Slipping from Wills side, the tight latex of his gown, stretching and rustling with him, Andy took Jennifers offered hand and, without a moments hindrance from his heels, stepped away.
Now Jane watched as Wills eyes followed every hips swaying feminine movement of Andys body as he walked away. Reaching the door he paused and glanced back, the smile on his face one of pure joy, his hand half raised in a shy wave.
Will smiled back, his hand returning the wave and Andy slipped away.
Jane took a breath watching Jennifer lead the young beauty through into the house. Then, with a smile to the young man before her, took a seat and wrapped her hand round his. “I think you need an explanation William”.

To be continued……

Captions

2012-01-24T13:59:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,

As with the last few here are a couple of captions which i came across on an old disc. I am so glad i found the cheerleader as i remember it took quite a bit of work to piece together and get right.

Hope you think it was worth it.

XXX

Andy

Some captions.

2012-01-19T14:11:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,

Here are a few captions i found on an old disc the other evening. Sorry there has not been many of these recently but i have been a little short on time.

Hope you like these and thanks for visiting.

XXX

Andy

Sorry this one got a bit degraded somewhere along the line.

SlickSissies 44

2012-01-19T07:15:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,
Here is another piece of my art. Quite old this one and was inspired by real life. Though i had insurance and the lady whose car i dented was not quite so beautiful (she was nice though not the dominating type).
Anyway i hope you like it.
XXX
Andy

XXX

Bollywood and fetish

2012-01-18T14:46:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone.

Something slightly unusual now. (unusual?, have you seen some of the stuff on here?)

Anyway Something i have never mentioned in all my ramblings is my love of Bollywood. It has been my pleasure on a number of occasions to have been to parties in full Bollywood style including a wonderfully deep tan, which required a little explanation at work. My love of Bollywood dose not come completely from the music, some of it can be very dull, sorry but it is true. However some, like my all time favourite which is below, is very very catchy.

The other reason for loving it is the sheer glamour of it, the girls are so very beautiful, elegant and sexy. Their make up often highly ornate and intricate, mixed with some very sexy and quite often fetishy outfits.

So here are a few sign posts to the world of Bollywood.

The queen of Bollywood the stunning Aishwarya Rai. (see what i mean about the stunning make up)

Malainka, in tight leather pants.

Aishwarya Rai again this time i think fro the movie Robot.

The stunning Priyanka Chopra

The pretty Priety Zinta

So that is just a few of the beautiful delights of my bollywood delights.
Thanks for reading, Kisses to all.
Andy.XXXX

New piece of my art

2012-01-18T07:07:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone.

Hope you are all well. Here is another piece of my art, again it is in the form of the long lost magazine SlickSissies.

Hope you like.

XXXX

Andy

From CapriciousAmber.

2012-01-16T14:23:00.002+01:00

Hi everyone,
I want to put p a couple of pieces created for me b the wonderfully talented Capricious Amber from Deviantart. She has really captured the spirit of Poor Andys miss-Adventures perfectly and used her own style to bring them to life.
The first was created just before Christmas, but because i am a fluffy minded Sissy forgot to post it. However i think it is worth the wait.

http://capriciousamber.deviantart.com/gallery/31069287#/d4jzzrk

Don't know about you, but i think there might have been something naughty going on in that one.

This second one was posted over the weekend and i have to say it is the very best yet, not only because it captures the helpless position of poor Andy, but it includes Aunt Jane and what is more amazing it even includes my glasses!!!!! i mean how did she know that?. I mean i don't wear them all the time, but sometimes i do, because i think glasses are sexy and here they are, slightly wrong shape but what the heck. In fact i think they are rather cute. Mmmm thinks..... maybe a change of style in the future.

Anyway here it is and i love it.

http://capriciousamber.deviantart.com/#/d4m85ef

With each pic i have included the link back to the original site. However i think those without accounts at deviantart will not be able to access the superb captions which accompany these pics.So i would urge anyone who has not got an account to sign up now, it is really easy (must be if i can do it) and you will open a world of stunning art from some brilliant artists, just like my friend CapriciousAmber.

So all i can say now is thank you CapriciousAmber, thank you, thank you.

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Andy

The Guiding Hand. Part 8

2012-01-16T13:56:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone, hope you are all well. Here is the next part of The Guiding Hand, i do hope you like it.

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Andy

The Guiding Hand

Part 8

The understanding of Pink.

Andy, took a breath, the memory of the last time he had entered a fetish fashion shop filling his mind. But those images faded to a strange excitement as, with one squeeze from Janes hand, the door buzzed open and they entered the shop.
Instantly the aroma of rubber filled Andys nose, it was everywhere, warm moist and clinging, double, triple, no infinitely stronger than the aroma which drifted from the wardrobe housing his own tiny dress collection .
“Can I help”, the assistant appeared from no where, a blonde a few years older than Andy dressed in a par of frighteningly tight PVC pants and clinging white latex blouses.
With the memories of that first encounter edging round his mind Andy once more nestled closer to his ‘Auntie’.
“Yes good afternoon,”, Jane said, her cut glass voice filling the small shop, “I ordered a dress for my Niece a few weeks ago?”.
“Certainly madam…”, the young lady said stepping forward, her hand offered in greeting. It is taken with a warm return, as her eyes dart to Andy’s flushed face, “May I take your name?”.
“Lady Jane Fullerton- Jones”.
The assistants face suddenly flicked with recognition, “Ah yes, lady Fullerton-Jones. You purchased a number of maids uniforms from us, a hot pink, with the Beauchamp heels and a brilliant red. I do hope you are happy with them?”,
“Very happy thank you. Your work is exquisite, The red is a great favourite of ours isn’t it Amanda. Though I think you were less keen on the pink”. Jane smiled looking down slightly to where Andy clung to her hand. Clung being the correct word, for the embarrassment of knowing this young woman was imagining him in that shocking pink, near transparent latex dress nearly took his legs from under him.
However the look the assistant gave him, though polite and kind, was also tinged with confusion. “I trust the requested tailoring, was as …..desired”. She added guardedly
“As I say, I am more than happy. Thank you”.
The assistant, taking a breath, briefly ran her astonished eyes up Andy and smiled.
“I am so glad we could help Lady Fullerton-Jones”.
“Please”, Jane said, her hand rising slightly to pause the young woman, “Please Lady Jane”.
“Lady Jane, thank you. Now we have your order ready. If you would like to come through”. The assistant gestured to the back room, split from the rest by a single swing door. “And if I may. We also have a new design of Maids uniform, Victorian style”.
“Victorian?”.
“Yes it is very fine, full length, over 7 petticoats, rising to a tight bodice and either a scoop neckline or a high enclosing collar”
“That sounds wonderful” Jane smiled, “may I see one”
“A pleasure, please come with me”.
Andy was about to follow when Jane slipped her hand free. She looked at him and with a light and unexpected kiss on his cheek, bid him to wait there.

Poor Andy, he did not know where to look, surrendered by a mass of feminine finery, he merely stroked and fingered each item, before finally getting up the nerve to slip a dress from the rail.
A very soft pink, The dress was very much styled as a 50s prom dress, complete with wide, pale blue petticoated, skirt and short puffed sleeves. Its waist trimmed with a fine pale blue chained belt. He turned it in his hands, and before he knew it had held it up before himself, turning to see the effect in the mirror. His eyes widened.
“That looks pretty”.
A look of surprise and embarrassment on his face. Andy turned quickly to the voice. It came from a lady, a little older than the first, dressed in a tiny black latex skirt and jacket. Her long legs leading down into very high heels. “Sorry, did not mean to make you jump”.
“Sorry, I..” Andy mumbled, still holding the dress in front of him, “I was only looking”.
“That’s OK honey”, the woman smiled, placing the box she carried on the desk, “Take as long as you like. That’s a lovely colour don’t you think?”.
Andy felt himself blush, his mind full of himself as a nervous young man way out of his depth. “Um ye…yes. It is”.
The woman stepped closer, her heels clicking on the polished floor. “But then you look the sort of girl who knows a thing about style”.
Andy instinctively looked down, taking in the soft jacket and tight leggings. He smiled. “My Auntie bought this for me”.
“Ah yes honey”, the assistant said warmly, eyeing him up and down, “But you have to know how to wear it. Would you like to try it?”.
“Sorry?”, Andys voice trembled.
“Your dress. You are very welcome to try it”, She directed him to the curtained dressing rooms at the rear. For a moment he hesitated. There was no way he possibly could, but then something happened and with a smile thanked her and moved toward them.
“Need any help, just call”.

Andy stood in the dressing room for a few minutes, the mirrored wall before and behind him displaying his, perfectly feminine figure, in his tight leather outfit from every angle. He looked at the dress where it hung, he ran his fingers over it, feeling he latex, smooth between them. It was a beautiful dress as feminine as could be. But he knew he would not try it on.
He peaked from the curtains into the shop. No one about. He thought about hiding in there until Jane returned, but knew that might be a while and so, holding the dress he stepped out.
He moved back to the main shop when ,from a side room he heard a sound, a muffled cry!. Looking about he peaked through the door half hidden behind a rack of heels. There was a large Tv on the wall and a film playing. Looking about once more he slipped into the room, it was warm and dark,
The screen showed the outside of a large house, it was white with a large stairway running down the front to where a car rested. As Andy watched two women appeared and began to descend the stairs, both were dressed in shiny rubber dresses. As they neared the car a third woman got out, she was younger, with dark bobbed hair and full red lips, she also wore rubber, a white blouse over a tight knee length black skirt, both items glistened in the sun. Approaching one of the lady’s instructed the third in an American accent to open the trunk. This she did. The contents were revealed and Andy stepped closer. It was another girl much younger with wide blue eyes and soft pink lips, forced open by a large red gag. She was wrapped from throat to toe in a cocoon of gloss black rubber, completely enclosing her arms and legs into a single ‘snake’. The two women looked at each other and one stroking the others arms said “I’ve brought you a gift”.
“Interested”.
Andy jumped at the voice behind him, strangely enough it to was American and belonged to a beautiful woman of about 35, with mid length blonde hair, which framed an perfectly made up face, her green eyes looked Andy up and down, she stepped closer the rustle of her satin skirt filling the air.
“I’m sorry” Andy said “I was only looking”, he stepped passed the woman back into the shop, she stopped him with a touch on the arm, turning him to face her.
“My aren’t we a pretty one”, she purred. “And that is a very pretty dress”
Andy blushed and looked passed her to where he hoped Jane would appear at any moment to rescue him, But no he remained alone.
With her cool green eyes on him she looked him up and down, slowly circling him, soft murmurs of appreciation passing her richly glossed lips.
She stopped before him raising his face to hers on one polished fingertip. “Tell me pretty one, who dose, your Make up?”..
Poor Andy could barely speak, “My…my Mis….my Auntie Jane”.
“Auntie Jane..the lady you came in with?”.
“I am sorry I did not mean to disturb your film”.
The lady laughed “Nonsense, I have seen it a dozen times….but tell me, did you like what you saw?”
Andy blushed deeper red, “I’ve never seen any thing like it before”
“I am sure you have not my sweet, but did you like it?”
Poor Andy he was caught in the headlights of her green eyes like a startled rabbit.
“Would you like to be one of those ladies sexy latex dresses or did you prefer to be the girl in the trunk, helplessly wrapped in latex”, she ran a finger down his arm, he trembled. “I bet you would look gorgeous all wrapped up and helpless in latex, all hot…and …sticky”. Her eyes narrowed as they drifted up Andys perfectly displayed body, she smiled. “I could make either come true”.
“Good afternoon Samantha”, the voice made Andys heart leap,
“Jane, well of cause, I should have imagined you were this pretty ones Aunt……though perhaps I would say……Mistress?..
Jane remained cool, “You are quite correct”. She said
The cool Americans gaze returned to Andy, whose eyes lowered shyly, She smiled “Its OK”, she said, “I understand. It is quite natural for a boy to feel ashamed of being feminised, doubly so I would imagine for one who has become …lets say…as gorgeous as you . Tell me how long have you been in training?”
Andys lips parted in a silent gasp of horror, Jane too was taken by surprise, “Andy is not in any kind of training”
Samanthas eyes narrowed, “So this is not a permanent arrangement”
“Not at all, Andrew is staying with me for a few weeks and returns to college soon”
“As a boy?”
“of cause”, Jane replied in a frosty tone. “But tell me how can you tell, I might add model agent just approached us weeks ago in the ivy”.
“Please don’t get me wrong, Andy is the most beautiful boy I have ever seen, but there in lies his secret. You see any young woman who looks as beautiful as Andy, and dresses like this wants to be looked at, wants to be seen and admired, desired even, so she carries herself in such a way, high necked arched back ,revealing herself. But Andy, oh dear, Andy is timid about his beauty, shy, embarrassed, he clings to you hides behind you, seeking protection from the humiliation of his femininity”. Samantha stopped at the look of anger in Janes eyes. “Sorry I think you misunderstand me, I think it is wonderfully cruel of you to keep him so helpless, this is what I mean by training. You see many mistresses would train this out of there boys, encouraging them to be more confident and secure. However you have kept Andy at his most submissive, trapped in the moment of his first humiliating transformation, shy, confused unable to survive with out his mistresses stern guidance”.
The words hit home, Jane was quite taken aback and her usual cool exterior seamed fit to crumble, “I do not care if my gentle way infringe on your hasher sensibilities, Samantha, but I will not be accused of cruelty!”.
Samantha Richmond paused, choosing her words. “And, I take it the Kinky little outfit in the bag will be what you will be dressing Andy in tomorrow, a maids uniform to wear at your weekly coffee mornings I suppose. Maybe you will parade him before them and they will bill and coo about how gorgeous he looks and what a stunning job you have done on his feminisation, whilst all the time Andy blushes and melts with shame and embarrassment”,
Sensing the argument was about to get out of hand the older assistant said., “Ms Richmond, about your new DVD titles”.
The Green eyed American turned looking at her, annoyed at the interruption, then slowly smiled, at Jane , whose face was glowing with anger, “No” she purred, “No ,you are quite right Jane dear …you are not cruel at all….. are you”. Then Before Jane could get a word out she turned away, “The new titles will be with you in the next 3 months…….”

The bag containing Janes purchases, lay almost forgotten on the back seat, and with the radio off the silence in the car was deep. Andy could tell the Americans words had hurt Jane very much and he wanted to tell her she was wrong, that she was not cruel and he did not feel ashamed and embarrassed…….but then he looked down at his long leather smoothed legs and on to his feet, cradled in sexy high heels…..he could not find the words and in time the car drew up the long drive way and stopped outside her home.
Once inside the same silence hung in the air, Jane sitting at the kitchen counter, lost in her thoughts. Even when Andy asked if he should change into his uniform for the evening she merely, offered him a half smile and said it would be better if he showered and spent the warm summer evening by the pool.
Supper followed, Jane still in the outfit she had worn to town and he in a simple towelling gown. They talked about collage and what he was looking foreword to next year, they spoke about his plans and what he would like to study. The same things they had talked about on that first night together almost 2 months ago, but then again Andy knew it was anything to disguise the true thoughts filling her head.
Poor Jane….she seemed to sad.
With the washing up done a duty he had performed for the passed 2 months in frilly rubber and high heels, Jane instructed him to bed. As he passed the door he stopped and looked back.
Andy paused, he wanted to say more… “Very well……good night Auntie Jane”.
Not she turned, turned at the soft voice, but he was gone and in the silence of the room whispered, “Good night Andrew”.

Andy lay for many minutes listening for sounds of movement downstairs, but the stillness remained and the image of Jane sitting alone filled his head until sleep took him.

He awoke the next day with a start, he looked at the clock 9.30!!, usually before now he had been awaken by to the sound of her soft voice and the sight of her beautiful face, but today she had let him sleep in.
He rose , the satin night dress swishing softly about his smooth body and opened the curtains, it was a bright sunny day, however the sun did not fill him with delight, for below sitting at the table on the terrace he could see Jane, still and subdued gazing at her coffee cup.
The woman in the shop was wrong Andy thought. His ‘Auntie’ Jane was the most beautiful, warm and loving person he had ever met, she had never harmed him, never scolded him, her tone was always soft and loving and her touch even more so. No the American was wrong and her words had hurt Jane deeply, ….She was the cruel one.
Sadly he turned from the window and his eyes first fell on the glossy heels by the chair below. The tiny box containing the lipgloss, Jane had so excitedly bought for him the day before unwrapped and tried. Slowly he moved across the room, the warm sun, caressing his back and stopped before the wardrobe.
For a moment he paused, his mind filling with the notion that he would find it empty, any sign of feminine clothing removed and destroyed. But as the doors opened to his touch, the now oddly comforting aroma of latex filled his head. Gently he eased each of the tiny dresses aside, feeling the cool latex on his fingers until he found what he was looking. Then gazing over at the vanity table, he could see the matching shade of lipgloss and he knew if there was lipgloss there would also be he same shade of brilliant pink nail polish.

As the second padlock clicked shut, securing the thin strap of the pink stilettos about his ankles, he paused, wiggling his freshly painted toes. It was the final act, an act of total willing submission, but one now devoid of shame or humiliation. For now the beautiful girl in the mirror, who gazed back at him with full glossy lips and sparkling eyes, was all of his own creation.

Sitting at the high counter in the kitchen, Jane heard the ‘click click’ of high heels as if in a dream, an echo, her heart fluttered. Then came the voice, soft and light
“Good morning Madam”.
She turned and now for a moment she just stared at the vision before her, a vision of ultra femininity, a vision of child like innocence and blossoming sexuality barely contained within a tiny dress of shocking pink latex.
Andy allowed his heart to calm under her gaze, then taking a breath and with stunning grace atop those dangerous heels stepped forward. Each elegant step made the dress ripple and glisten about his body like deep rich oil. As he moved Jane silently gasped at the feminising effect the dress had on his young body. The latex tight and sensual moulded him, pushing up the flesh of his chest to brim over the bodice like the blossoming cleavage of a real young woman. Whilst the skirt, so short it barely concealed half of Andy’s rubber painted bottom, did nothing but emphasise his long exquisitely shaped legs, sheathed this day in matching latex stockings, as they reached down to feet cradled and moulded by those staggeringly high heels. Heels from which now peaked delicately painted toes.
As he stopped before her, Jane took a breath, for now she could see his perfectly detailed make up applied by his own hand. Framed by the waves and curls of his neatly styled hair, Andy’s flawless skin glowed with a warm blush, his eyes shaded with a skilled touch sparkled behind long fluttering lashes and his lips full and moist glistened with the deep liquid gloss of dew coated berries.
Jane trembled, lost at that moment for words deep enough to express her love and joy, then slowly Andy raised his hands, and she gasped softly. The perfectly polished fingertips opening to reveal the third and last silver lock. She looked from lock to boy, his eyes wide and glistening spoke louder than any words. Gently she took the tinY clasp and moved behind him. As instructed a dozen times before he lowered his head, his eyes closed. He felt Janes hands, her fingers drawing the rubber together, stretching the thin material that extra inch,. He felt his stomach flutter and rise to his throat, but not in dread, not in terror, but now with delight and pride . Then came the ‘Click’ and Andy drew breath. And within his mind whispered, “Thank you Auntie”.
The lock in place Janes fingers slipped across his smooth latexed shoulders as she stepped before him.
“The lady in the shop was wrong”, Andy said, “she said you are cruel, she was wrong”.
Jane smiled, “Oh Andrew, you know I never meant to be cruel to you don’t you?”.
“Of cause Madam, you never were”.
“Thank you darling”, she stroked his cheek, “However I know I have been a little naughty, with you. I hope you can forgive me. Its just that, well, I never imagined how beautiful you would become, it was only meant to be a bit of fun, but……I had never seen anyone as beautiful as you”.
Andy blushed at her compliment and in a soft sigh said, “There is nothing to forgive”.
“You are so sweet”, she sighed kissing him on the cheek. The moment lingered for a time then She stepped back, that dazzling smile returning to her face, “your make up is perfect, absolutely flawless, I am very impressed”.
“I had a good teacher”, he giggled.
“Thank you darling, that’s very kind of you, now…..”, she fluffed his petticoats and straightened his apron, arranging the ribbons to flow over the back“……It is time my maid was about her duties.
“Yes Miss Jane”, Andy beamed and bobbing a sweet curtsy, turned on his heels. Jane watched his long legs and wiggling bottom depart. Then she looked down at her towelling robe and smiled.

Andy busied himself with his usual duties, first making the beds and cleaning the bathroom, before moving on to the landing and stairs, the house was never dirty or a mess, but he made sure he did everything as instructed. Linen was correctly folded, towels just so, he even took time to arrange all the bottles on Janes vanity to the labels faced out. He delighted in it all, moving with grace and lightness from room to room a well of happiness inside as he dusted and polished in his glistening rubber dress, he even found himself looking down at his heels and the silver locks, remembering how they used to hurt……used to.

Later back in the kitchen, as he was bending to secure the vacuum, he heard the ‘click click’ of Jane’s heels behind him, his stomach swirled, he adored that sound. Then a soft touch on his exposed pantied bottom, beneath the frilled skirt.
“I will be expecting visitors at about 4 this afternoon Andy, please ensure the kitchen is ready”.
Andy looked up and round, “At 4, ye……s…..miss”. his voice died in his throat. Jane stood before him, once more dressed in her stunning skintight black patent leather pants and gleaming patent boots, but also this time a matching halter neck top, which moulded about her full breasts like liquid jet. He could barely breath and forgetting to straighten, just stared. She had never been more beautiful.
She smiled and turned before him, letting him see her from every angle. “What is it?” She said, making on as if there was something strange behind her, whilst elegantly clipping on her diamond earrings. “Oh this”, she smoothed her hands down her body, before placing them on her hips, “Do you like it, Well I thought I might as well treat myself”.
Andy nodded, “You look gorgeous”, he blurted, before regaining his head, “Oh..Sorry Mistress, yes you look….”.
“Say no more Amanda ,Gorgeous will do just fine”, she smiled idly picking up the mail which lay on the counter top.
“Now. I want everything clean and bright today, because tonight I am hosting my charity event and Christian from the restaurant will be sending a few of his staff round here to do the catering and things, so I need everything finished for them OK?”. She paused noticing the sparkle which suddenly danced behind Andys warm eyes. She knew the reason for it, but said nothing of it.
“Yes Madam”. Andy nodded. “Charity event?”
“Oh I do one every summer”. Jane said, placing the letters in the rack, “A black tie evening, for the local hospice appeal, wonderful cause. I usually invite my friends and a few local business bodies. It raises some money and the profile. So I need it all perfect for Christians team, Ok darling”.
“Yes Madam”.
“Thank you Amanda”, she stepped close and placed her lips softly on his cheek, “For everything”.
Then turning on her heels she left the room, but knowing his eyes would be helplessly drawn to her glossy leather bottom, gave it a sharp slap and giggled.
“Rude to stare darling”.
For a moment Andy bathed in her warmth, but then his mind drifted, to other thoughts, mostly to the young man who he hoped he would be seeing later that day.
He smiled. Really smiled.

Totally distracted now, Andy returned to his duties. His every movement atop those once troublesome heels now made as if walking on air. He glanced at the clocks in each room, willing them to turn faster, willing the hours away until finally the bell rang.
“Answer that please Andrew”.
Andy needed no convincing now, no cajoling to move to the door where, through the opaque, glass he could see three figures, all in white. His heart pounded in his chest, but still he stopped before the mirror and where once he would have felt shame at his smoothing of his skirt, adjusting of his cap, or frilling of his apron, now all he felt was pride and delight. He wanted to look his very, very best.
He stood straight, feeling his feet in is heels, took a breath stifled his wide smile and opened the door. The smell of the flowers from the garden filling his head.
“Good Afternoon, we are from Christians?”
There was an awkward pause. And Andy felt his eyes flutter. Three women, stood before him, dressed in the white outfits of the restaurant. Three woman and only three woman.
Andy took a moment, letting his silent disappointment fade. “Good afternoon”, He said stepping back, “please won’t you come in”.
Andy led the 3 women, one in her 40s the others in there 20s, into the kitchen and as he did he could feel their eyes on him. On his high heels with the little locks, on his long latex legs leading up to his cute bottom nestling under a mass of shimmering latex frills. He could even hear their half-whispered comments, on his beauty and the kinkiness of a rubber uniform. But he did not care, his stomach too knotted with disappointment to listen.
“Please I will get Lady Jane”.

Andy was not privy to the conversation had between the caterers and Jane. But on her return from kitchen to lounge where, as instructed earlier he was to wait, She was smiling broadly. “There everything is fine, my guests will be arriving at 7, Christian from the restaurant has everything in hand”.
Andy shifted slightly on his heels, his head half lowered. Jane knew why.
“Please Mistress, what do you wish me to do tonight?”. Andy asked , his voice betraying a hint of sadness.
Jane smiled and taking his hand gestured for him to sit .(not an easy thing to accomplish elegantly when wearing 5 inch heels, but he managed beautifully ). She took her place beside him, her fingers playing on the smooth rubber of his skirts.
“Nothing Andy, my maid will not be attending this party. That is why I hired the caterers, they will serve tonight”.
Andy nodded. “Shall I be staying in my room?”, he said,
Jane just smiled, “What? and miss my party.”
Andys eyes widened in surprise, “But …..”
“But what?, You don’t think I was going to leave you out do you”, She shifted in the seat, turning face on to him. “This is a party for my favourite people , but most of all I want them to meet my beautiful young niece…….”. His eyes slowly rose to hers, she smiled, “……You”.
Andys eyes welled, he smiled softly. She knew why he was close to tears and it warmed her heart.
They sat and talked and cuddled for 20 minutes or so. She reassuring him and explaining how she had told everyone about her visiting niece and how they had had such a great time together she wanted everyone to meet her, because she knew they would love her as much as she. And that she wanted him beside her, all night.
“Jane?”
The voice came from behind them, both she and Andy turned, there stood Jane’s friend. Jennifer Keeley and in her hand the bag containing the gift purchased the day before.
“Hi Jenny”, Jane said standing to greet her , they kissed and to Andys surprise softly on the lips.
“Wow you look amazing”, Jennifer said, running her hands down Janes leather clad body, “That top is superb”, again to his surprise Andy notices her hands linger on Janes breasts. A look passed between them. But he looked away before they turned to him.
“Andy….”, Jane said holding out her hand, a command for Andy to rise.“…you remember Jennifer”.
As the beautiful boy rose atop his high heels, the womans eyes nearly popped out of her head, Andy curtsied, “Good afternoon Ms Jennifer”.
For what seamed like forever she stared open mouthed .
“Wow”, she exclaimed and stepped passed her smiling friend. “Oh Jane now I see what you meant by the Pink dress.” she paused lost for words, “ Andy…….you are absolutely stunning, No I mean it …”, she gestured for him to turn before her, she shook her head as he elegantly pirouetted , the shiny pink rubber dress reflecting the light , as the sun would ripple on a lake, “……..you are stunning”.
Andy remained calm, whilst inside he brimmed with a pride,
“Thank you Ms Jennifer”
The smiling woman stepped closer. Andy lowered his eyes, she smiled, “No no darling, let me see you”, she tilted his face up to hers on one polished fingertip. She paused Andy looked into her deep brown eyes, warm and friendly. “……flawless….”, she breathed, “….utterly flawless….Jane you are an artist”.
Andys mistress smiled, “Not at all Jen, it has nothing to do with me, you are looking at all Andy’s own work”.
Jennifer drew breath, “Oh my goodness, what a clever boy you are….”, Again he beamed with pride, “……I can see I will have my work cut out tonight”.
“It all right darling”, Jane said catching Andys unnerved look. “Jennifer has offered to help dress you for this evening. That is if she remembered the dress?”.
“Oh you will never let me forget that will you”, Jennifer smiled back,
“Jenny, it was not you who had to wear the replacement”.
“You looked gorgeous in it”.
“Could have done with a little more material though” Jane laughed back
“Not from where I was”. The smile on Janes friends’ face was one of remembered delight and brought a flush to Janes face.
“But you have it?”
“Oh yes picked it up first thing and now I see why you chose it, I think Andy will look amazing”.
“But”, Jane said, playfully smacking her friends bottom to wake he up. “you will have to wait for your surprise Andy, until after we have prepared you”.
“Yes quite right…..”, Jennifer’s eyes sparkled like diamonds, her hand on her bum.“…..time to play”.
Jennifer keely took Andys hand and followed Jane from the lounge and up the stairs where. All the way up, his eyes were focused on her polished buttocks wrapped in there tight shiny leather coating as they moved back and forth with each step. However a quick glance to his right told him he was not the only one to be captivated by their fluid motion.
Jane knew it and smiled , “Rude, the pair of you”.
On entering the main dressing room, Jane gave Andy the 3 tiny keys and instructed him to remove his uniform and shower, “Don’t be to long darling we have lots to do, oh and you will find new panties in there ”.
He curtsied and turned away.
Once in the bathroom he saw the new panties, they were tiny, really tiny, and made of slippery black rubber, he placed them aside and slipped the first lock in the back of the dress before carefully popping each button in turn. Slowly the dress loosened and peeled away to reveal soft smooth skin, pink and moist from its mornings enclosure. He wriggled his hips and the dress slipped from his hips and he stepped out ,leaving him in just his high heels and panties, Andy turned and for a moment saw himself in the mirror, but strangely he was not filled with shame, yes there was a little but, in truth he felt more a tingle of……excitement?.
He turned away, the high heels came next, it always felt odd now to be flat soled, the heels had become almost second nature in the short time he had been forced to wear them. Then finally the stockings, which as ever held a small pool of moisture in their toe and then the panties.
Every item as instructed was cleaned and powdered before being hung and in no time he was feeling the warm rain of the shower on his body. He washed with the scented soaps and cleaned his face with the white creams and in about 10 minutes, wearing only the tiny new black rubber panties and wrapped in a towel, warmed by the summer sun, he returned to the bright airy dressing room.
For a moment the ladies did not notice him, “Um Madam?”. He whispered. The two ladies turned from the vanity table, there eyes lighting up as he gave a strangely tentative bob.
“Oh darling, there you are, all polished up , ……”, Jane said coming to him, the light reflecting on her skin tight leather pants, emphasising there perfect shape. She took his hand and drew him to the smiling Jennifer, “….that’s better, ……oh you did not remove your nail polish”.
Andy looked down, to his gleaming pink fingertips, “Oh I’m sorry mistress, I’ll go and…..”.
Jane laughed softly, “No, no dear its alright, we can change that easy enough”. She gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his hand.. “Don’t worry Andy, this will be a treat for you”.
Andy smiled, just being with her was a treat.
“I think we are ready”, Jennifer said at the light beeping sound which came from behind her. She turned to a small jar sitting atop a chrome box and removed the lid. Instantly the room was bathed in the most wonderful of aromas, a deep rich warm scent that made Andy draw a deep breath. Jennifer looked at her friend, who smiled broadly, “ Wow!”.
Still lost in the rich aroma it was on the second time of asking that Andy heard the request to remove his towelling robe. For moment he froze, he was naked underneath, but for the panties, however one look form Jane, one loving smile and he slipped it away.
The look in Jennifer’s eyes said it all, she was stunned, stunned at his smooth satinised skin, at its natural pink glow and healthy sheen, but also at his stunningly feminine figure. She came closer allowing her fingers to drift, without thought, across his slim waist, curved hips, round bottom and delicate shoulders, This was not the body of a slim young man, this was the blossoming body of a young woman!
Jane caught her look. “Isn’t he gorgeous”.
Jennifer was lost in admiration. “I thought he must be wearing a body shaper, or even a light corset, under his dress…”,
“No it’s all natural”.
Jennifer gave a half laugh, “You know what I thought about that dress “
“Oh yes”, Jane placed her finger to her cheek in mock thought, “…..what was it now….oh yes, too tight,…too clingy…..and to F ing sexy, ..i believe”.
“ Well…..”, for a long moment Janes friend could only stare, “……I take it back, its going to look amazing”.
“I agree, but not if you don’t stop staring”. Jane laughed tapping the warm scented jar.
“Quite right. Now, Andy…. “, Jennifer awoke, “…..If you would please put your arms out to your sides a bit…..thank you darling”
“Wh…..what is that?”, Andy asked as she scooped a dollop of golden oil from within the jar.
“Don’t worry Andy…..”, Jane said, stroking his shoulder softly, “…..its call Royal jelly, it made of honey and spice, very expensive, but……”, she breathed deeply, “……it smells gorgeous and will give you a deep golden glow”.
Andy looked at her smiling eyes, but slowly, as Jennifer smoothed the first handful of jelly across his shoulders, they rolled shut.
“Oh my”. He gasped, for not only was he enveloped I that warm aroma, but the oil seemed to tingle and tickle on his skin like nothing he had ever felt.
“Nice?” Janes voice seemed distant. He nodded. “Good boy”
By the time Jennifer had oiled his hips and waist, the tingling had become a warm glow and by the time she had reached his feet all that remained was that rich aroma and, as promised, skin that glistened like honey.
Jennifer smiled, “Mmmm good enough to eat”.
“Not by you Jen…”, Jane teased back, their words soft enough not to be heard by the young man before them. “…Remember the diet”.
This though, was just the first sensual beginning of the most stunning of sexy transformations and under Jennifer’s professional touch, the sweetly sexy, teenager Andy had been for the last 2 month was reborn as…..well, as a very sexy young woman. In fact so stunning was the transformation that Andy could not help but see the astonished looks which passed between the two friends.
However it was not until they had painted his nails, in a deep and glossy cherry red, a colour which he knew would mirror his lips gloss and gently teased his hair into a very cute, choppily fringed bob that he was allowed to see the effect.
And it was stunning. Gone were the soft, innocently dewy eyes, highlighted by pinks and blue, gone were the natural glowing cheeks in there delicate rouge and gone were the glistening pink lips, shaped into a cute bow. For now he found himself sitting before a vision straight out of playboy……not a tart, Oh no, not a cheep celebrity wannabe, but a stunningly sexy, sophisticated young woman, with darkly painted Smokey eyes which sparkled behind long, long liquid jet lashes, high sculptured cheekbones, dusted a sensual deep tone, and lips that, coated in a deep cherry glaze, fell naturally into a full wetly glistening pout.
No words were exchanged, or at least none that the dumbstruck Andy could hear and by the time he had pulled his eyes from himself, he found Jane had gone and he was alone with Jennifer.
He turned to her as she busied herself behind the wardrobe door.
“Auntie Jane?”, Andy said, the cling of his glossed lips acting to make ,even his voice, seem sexier.
“Time is getting on Andy, she has gone to change but don’t worry I will be here to help you and when you are ready, I’ll take you down to the party……”. She came over and sat beside him, she took his hand, “…..Are you all right?”. She asked softly. Andy paused and nodded, “.. I do hope you like what i have done”.
Again he nodded, “Its ….amazing”.
“Thank you darling….” Jennifer smiled and squeezed his hand, “…..Do you remember that day we met…..in the kitchen….you were so sweet…..Jane had told me what she had planned……I thought she was crazy….a boy…..as her maid…..no way …….but that was before I saw you……and you were so sweet ….and I knew you would make such a lovely girl”, she brushed his naked arm with one fingertip, he turned to face her, “…don’t worry, no one else knows……tonight they will only see a beautiful girl”.
Andy smiled, “Thank you”.
Jennifer kissed him softly on the cheek and smiled. “Now…..time for our finishing touches”, she slipped away and still holding his hand drew him to the centre of the room. Then darting behind the wardrobe door, “…first your shoes….”, Andy’s heart pounded as she produced a pair of staggeringly high , shiny black, open toed stilettos, which she placed on the chair beside him before turning back to the closet, “……and finally not forgetting, your new dress”.

To be continued....

Kate Beckinsale in Latex

2012-01-12T07:04:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone

Hope you are all OK. I came across this the other evening. I am a fan of the underworld films, Not only for the sight of the lovely Ms Beckinsale in her latex catsuit, but also for the plot and action. Anyway this clip was very interesting for not only did it explain the new film it also features an interview with Ms Beckinsale whilst she was in costume. The resulting "sound effects", created by her slightest movement illustrate another r

eason i and we all adore latex.

Hope you enjoy.

XXX

Andy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfmRpejCTtc
here is the link to a super HD version
XXX

Some sticky art

2012-01-11T07:17:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone

..Firstly i would like to thank you for the comments on my last piece, i really do appreciate them and the fact that many of you now add a name or tag to your comments, thank you and you are all most welcome visitors.

XXX.

Now below i a piece, which like the others i have had to reconstruct, but unlike those i have re-worked the dialogue boxes to make reference to a very sweet friend of mine, by the name of Sheila. the pic may seem a bit over the top, but knowing her sense of humour i think she would not take offence and who knows maybe after this week end i may have the nerve to show her this blog.

Hope you liked it.

Below is a closer detailed image of the scene, just for fun.

XXX

Andy

A piece of my art

2012-01-10T14:03:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

What two pieces in two days, oh yes and as I said I have another one as well, which has taken time to modify and which i hope to post by the end of the week.

Anyway i do hope you like this.

XXX

Andy

Ps, hello Montreal and thank you. XXX

Notice

2012-01-09T14:43:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,
Before i start i just want to say thank you to all of you who have commented on my blog .SkyDave, Yvette, Sindee, Jo, Skin2, CaprisiousAmber, DLM, Asudem to name but a few, thank you all. And to any of you who leave Anonymous comments, thank you as well, but please leave a little clue, initials or a name so i can thank you personally.
Thank again.
XXXX
Andy

Now that is advertising!!

2012-01-09T14:14:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,

Now i would like to point out that i take no money for advertising (but i would not turn it down though). However when an advertisement like this catches my eye i just have to pass it on.

I wonder if anyone agrees, that although latex is totally wonderful, it only really comes alive when in motion. Those little creases, that shift in the reflected light, nothing compares to it.

Anyway, check this out and see if you fancy a drinky.

XXXX

Andy

Piece of my art

2012-01-09T14:00:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone,

Here is a piece of my art, it was originally a single image, but had become faded. So i cleaned it up and thought it would make a good cover for SLICK SISSIES.

Hope you like it and i have a few more i have been tidying up, both colour and one marking my return to the world of chocolate covered beauties.Hope to have them for you this week.

XXXX

Andy