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More Fun In The Village
By
Mistress Leather Beth
My Andyverse So Far:-
This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse. We began with
Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboi recently moved to the village with her mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdalena’s submissive maid, in partnership with Lois Watkins, AKA Madame Stella, former jet set Dominant.
The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, Siobhan Hathaway, medical consultant and head of a Ponygirl stables, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.
The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper, whom he successfully assisted in defrauding Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin out of approximately a billion $US.
Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’d just come out as gay, and had been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ had piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly had been mentoring Leanne, and had also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies, including Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he’d also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, when Chris moved away. Amongst the others was Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper (Kelly and Anton’s mother), a high level official of the Sisterhood. Steph had inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she would be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who’d accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.
Mother and Daughter: House Party saw Bianca’s plotting thwarted, and Tori, whose ‘tennis’ injury turned out to be from a crash on her new motorcycle, emerging as a biker babe, and Jessica’s new ‘carer’.
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More Fun In The Village
Chapter 1
“Just here, next to the pub,” said Jane to the Über driver, and they pulled up outside the vicarage. Jane, in her favourite low cut, backless, slit-to-the-waist ice-blue latex dress; Mayfield, black jacket with trousers and tie, white shirt; Will, handsomely tuxedoed; and Andy, stunning in B⚥y™’s tight figure hugging classic black latex catsuit, disembarked. “We’ll be back with you in a minute,” said Jane to the driver.
“Well, Andy, that was a wonderful idea of yours. No one seemed to have realised that Mayfield and Will shared a birthday tomorrow, and your suggestion of a joint celebration was a stroke of genius.
“Such a shame that Anatole only had a table for this evening. But wasn’t it a wonderful meal? Right, it’ll be tomorrow soon, so let’s all say our goodnights.”
With that, hugs were exchanged and - did Mayfield imagine it - or did Jane linger a little longer, tighter, with him? Then they all waved to Mayfield as he strolled up his drive and fished in his pocket for his front door key while the others returned to the Über for the short trip to the Hall. Will had just fastened his seatbelt when he looked up and saw Mayfield seemingly skipping and dancing his way back towards them down the drive, only to miss his footing and sprawl full length in a shower of spray.
He unbuckled and got out. “Mayfield, what on earth’s the matter?” Mayfield’s staggered to his feet. His reply was the repetition of a single word. “Water! Water!” And before Will could ask for an explanation, he suddenly realised what the problem was. Water was pouring, apparently from under the front door, down the drive. There was a flood!
The other three passengers disembarked once more. “Mayfield, where’s the stopcock?” asked Andy, desperately hoping that the answer was ‘Down the side of the house’. But no. Mayfield almost howled, “Under the kitchen sink!”
“Right,” said Will, taking the key from Mayfield’s shaking hand. He dashed down the drive. Opening the front door was no easy matter, as the carpet in the front hall was sopping, holding back the door. But after a few seconds he was able to squeeze through the narrow gap he’d forced. The inside of the vicarage was akin to a rainstorm, and Will was soaked almost immediately. He rushed to the kitchen and, after the clattering of a few pans, located the stopcock. Fortunately, it moved fairly easily and, by the time he’d managed to rise from his knees, the flow already seemed to be lessening ever so slightly. Only a small mercy, however, because, as he glanced around, he could see where patches of ceiling had fallen in, and he could only imagine what the rooms upstairs would look like. And he certainly didn’t want to touch any light switches or plug sockets, etc. Squeezing back through the front door, he squelched down the path to report, doing a passable ‘drowned rat’ impersonation.
“Aw, poor Will,” said Jane. “Perhaps Andy or I should have been the ones to have gone indoors. You know, a quick wipe down and we’d have been fine.” She seemed to wink at Mayfield.
When he emerged, Will was surprised to see no sign of the Über. In its place was Kat’s Nissan. Apparently, she and Jojo had been out for the evening, and, in passing on their return, they had volunteered their assistance. The Über driver hadn’t objected, as Jane’s tips were famously generous.
“What now?” asked Jane. “An emergency plumber?”
“Erm, no,” said Mayfield. “In emergencies like these we’re instructed to contact the Diocesan Board of Works. Their hotline is manned until midnight, so we have a few minutes. They arrange the maintenance and repair crew, the insurance claim, everything. I’ll ring them right now.” He looked up his contacts and tapped, moving a few feet away for a little quiet.
“From what Will says, some plumbing in the loft, possibly connected to the cold water tank, looks to have blown a gasket, or whatever has happened,” said Kat. “What happens when Mayfield’s made his call?”
“It’s obvious,” said Jane, “that the vicarage is plainly uninhabitable, so we just relocate to the Hall.”
“It’ll be a bit of a squash, but the Nissan will cope,” said Jojo.
“I’ll be happy on Will’s lap,” said Andy.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” asked Kat, with a grin.
“You two have been out enjoying yourself?” asked Jane.
“Just visiting a few friends,” said Kat. “Jojo especially wanted to give her new outfit an outing, and we don’t get many evenings when neither of us has a shift” she added. Kat was wearing a simple white top, tiny black leather skirt and trainers. By contrast, Jojo had gone distinctly retro. Bib-fronted maroon velvet hot pants, with classic white go-go boots with chunky three inch heels. One of the advantages of being a femboi; you can be whoever you want to look like on any given occasion.
“Did Chloë go with you?”
“No. She’s spending the last couple of days of her leave in Master Karl and Mistress Debbie’s dungeon. Ah well, it floats her boat.”
Mayfield reappeared amongst them. “That’s sorted. With the water turned off and the house secured, they don’t need to send anyone out tonight, but we can expect a team by mid-morning tomorrow. I’ve also left a message for Alice, so the smooth running of the parish shouldn’t be interrupted.”
“I’m sure you’ll be inundated with offers of help,” said Jane.
“Oh, really, I don’t want any fuss, I’m sure,” replied Mayfield.
Jane resisted the urge to give him another, bigger, hug, and shepherded everyone to the Nissan.
Andy did, indeed, find himself on Will’s lap and, unaccountably, Will found his hand trapped under Andy’s smooth, slick, shiny bum.
A couple of minutes later they were at the front door of the Hall, waving to Kat and Jojo as they made their way back to the Fullerton Arms. Once inside, the maid in Andy came to the fore, and in the time it took Will and Mayfield to pop upstairs, strip, dry themselves off and grab dressing gowns, they were sat down to a nice cup of tea, after which Andy went upstairs to make up a bed for Mayfield.
“From what you said, Mayfield,” said Jane, “I imagine that the repair team won’t be here much before mid morning tomorrow, so there’s no need for anyone to get up at the crack of dawn. Let’s go and get in our full eight hours.” And five minutes later they were snuggling down in their various bedrooms and drifting off. Well, maybe not Andy and Will.
It was the following morning, and Skinnie - Kat and Jojo’s chihuahua - was the first to react, leaping onto the window ledge and yapping at some unseen stimulus still beyond the edge of the village.
A few seconds later, Duke - the Great Dane resident at The Grange, Strawberry Lane - performed a passable Scooby Doo impersonation. Lady Magdalena had just completed the act of cropping Belinda prior to them going out, and she asked, “What can you hear, Dukie, boy?”
Over at the village sweet shop it was late opening, as Polly Evans was still sat at her laptop, editing her latest shibari video prior to uploading it to her YouTube channel, when suddenly Kannuki - her pink standard poodle - did a double pirouette before cocking her head on one side and pricking up her ears. Polly went to the side door, but could neither see nor hear what was making Kannuki excited.
And at Snowdrop Cottage, Carmel’s Applehead Siamese, Mookda, heard the same noise as Skinnie, Duke and Kannuki but, being a cat, totally failed to react.
It was some twenty seconds later, around the stroke of nine thirty, that the cause of all this excitement among the pets of the village swung past Sawyer’s Farm and into the High Street, passing Chaudhury’s Village Store, scattering the ducks on the village pond then taking a semicircular turn around the Village Green before easing up to the short drive in front of the Vicarage, whereupon the engine of the Royal Enfield Super Meteor 650 was switched off. The rider dismounted, flicking the kickstand into position with her left toe, and walked up the drive, followed by a pretty young woman in a very short, very tight, black latex dress, which displayed an impressive amount of cleavage, as well as stripes resulting from an energetic caning the previous evening.
Tori pressed the doorbell and waited for Mayfield, who always reserved Thursday morning for admin, and would therefore surely be in. As she looked around she noticed that, although the sun had dried out the drive, the adjacent soil was very damp. There were even a couple of small puddles, though no-one could remember the last time it had rained. “Odd,” she thought.
When she’d pressed the doorbell a second time without any reaction she wondered whether it was out of order, so she resorted to the time honoured course of banging with her fist. Almost immediately she heard distant voices from the rear of the house, indistinct at first, then becoming clearer as someone shouted “Martin! Go and see who’s at the front door. They probably want the vicar.”
A few seconds later Martin Gibson came down the side of the house from the back garden. Martin was twenty, the youngest member of the repair team, and he suddenly found himself in the presence of a very attractive lady in full black leathers and, well, gulp-worthy boots, and a younger woman in the hottest latex number and highest heels he’d ever seen, and red marks at the top of her thighs.
You see, there’s something you need to know about young Martin. Outside work his main interests were fantasising about the wearing of leather, lingerie, heels and makeup, and undergoing corporal punishment.
Chapter 2
“Erm, hello,” mumbled Martin, “are you looking for the vicar?”
“Yes,” said Tori, “I’m his sister, Tori. It’s his birthday today, so we’re paying him a surprise visit. Has something happened?”
“Er, yes, er…,” said Martin. His kinky mind was causing him to concentrate on the leather, the latex and the boots just a few feet in front of him, to the distraction from the matter in hand. “There’s, there’s been a flood. A flood, yes. It’s quite bad.”
“Is Mayfield all right?” said Tori, plainly distressed.
Martin paused for a few seconds before deducing what she meant. “Mayfield? That’s the vicar, is it? Oh no, no-one was hurt, although one or two were drenched as I understand it, when they had to go in to turn the water off. He’s being looked after by the lady at the big house.”
“Jane? Thank goodness for that. We’ll get straight up there now. Come on, Jessica.”
Martin’s gaze met Jessica’s. Were they both blushing?
“Excuse me,” said Martin.
“Yes?”
“Erm, the front door key that the depot gave us doesn’t seem to work, so we need the vicar’s key. Derek, he’s the foreman, he told me to get it sorted, but I don’t know where the big house is. Can you help me?”
“We can do better than that,” said Tori. “If you don’t mind squeezing on the bike behind Jessica, we can take you up there. It’s only a few hundred yards. Jessica, you’ll be able to carry the box that far won’t you?” nodding towards the parcel behind the rear seat.
“Of course, Miss Tori.”
I’ll let you guess the thoughts which went through Martin’s kinky mind at the prospect of such close proximity to Tori and Jessica, even for just a couple of minutes.
“Th-thank y-you,” he stuttered.
Jessica shuffled as closely behind Tori as the box would permit, leaving just enough room for Martin at the back. As Tori prepared to set off, Jessica reached behind her and wrapped Martin’s arms around her waist. The poor lad was already excited, but now he felt on the point of explosion. Jessica realised that something rather sizeable was pressing into the small of her back. “Whatever could that be?” she wondered, and smiled to herself.
The short road to Fullerton Hall was narrow, and wound between hedges, so it would have been a slow journey in any case, but there were also several other cars ahead of them, seemingly heading in the same direction.
They recognised the Nissan, and waved to Kat and Jojo as they slowly weaved past. Next was a Porsche 718 Spyder RS, and it wasn’t until they were squeezing through that they realised that this was Kerry’s replacement for the Mazda MX Miata 2.0.
Any further overtaking was impeded by the rear end of a monster American SUV, a Cadillac Escalade ESV. Through the rear window, however, they could see the driver berating her sheepish male passenger, wriggling in response to his recent cropping; Tori’s first introduction to George Cooper and Lady Magdalena.
But after barely a couple of minutes the convoy began to signal right, and Tori undercut the SUV. She then gunned down the drive, about the same length as that at Mayfield Court, and came to a sideways halt on the gravel before the front door.
“Mayfield, dear,” Jane shouted downstairs, “could you see who that is at the front door? I’m just in the middle of something.” In fact, she was pondering which pair of Freddys to wear today, and having glanced out of the dressing room window, she was quite aware of the visitors’ identities. But she was, as Andy would attest, a tease, and couldn’t resist the thought of Mayfield answering the door.
“Oh, really, Jane, I’m in no fit state…” The bell rang again, and Mayfield reluctantly opened the door, doing his best to hide behind it, with just his head visible.
“Mayfield! Oh, you poor thing,” said a lady in neck to toe leather, carrying a helmet under her arm. She stepped forward and pulled Mayfield out in public, where she could give him a big hug. “And on your birthday, too.”
Kat and Jojo grinned; Kerry also, but with a puzzled look, whilst the Coopers, possibly hypocritically, frowned, looking almost shocked, though Belinda’s bizarre make up took the edge off her expression. This was precisely what Mayfield had been dreading, as he was wearing little more than a very short purple satin dressing gown. Jane had given it to him while the clothes he’d been wearing the previous evening were recovering from the previous evening. Andy wasn’t the only victim of Jane’s teasing.
“I’m sorry,” said Mayfield, “but who are you?”
“Really, Mayfield,” said Tori, “is that any way to speak to a loving sister on a birthday visit?”
“What do you mean…?” he replied, then stopped as Tori held him at arm’s length. “Tori? I didn’t recognise you at all.”
“What? Oh, you mean my outfit? Perfectly acceptable motorcycling apparel. What do you think of my new machine?” she asked, and stood aside to give Mayfield a proper view.
For a split second Mayfield looked gobsmacked, then he slowly stepped forward. “A Royal Enfield? Very fine machines. Of course, these days they’re only made in India, but the quality is still there.”
It was Tori’s turn to be taken aback. “I didn’t know you were so well informed.”
“Oh yes, back in theological college we had a motorcycle club. I had nothing as handsome as this lovely thing. Mine was a Rieju MR 250.”
“You were a biker?” gasped Tori.
“Indeed. Bishop Nigel used to refer to us as ‘The Holy Rollers.’”
“And you think you know your nearest and dearest,” muttered Tori, shaking her head.
“Are you going to introduce me to your friends?” asked Mayfield, indicating Jessica and Martin.
“What? Oh, I’m sorry. This is Jessica. She attended the house party and proved so popular and amenable that she now assists Mrs Tucker at Mayfield Court.”
She leaned forward to whisper in her brother’s ear. “And just to be clear, she has a great deal in common with Andy.”
“?” queried Mayfield, before switching to “!”
“And this is Martin, a member of the team making a start on repairing the vicarage. Apparently, the key they’ve been supplied with doesn’t work on your front door, so Martin has been sent to get your key. They’ll get a replacement cut before returning the original.”
“Dear me, I’ll have to remember where I put it. I know I took it out of my pocket before everything went in the laundry. I’ll go and have a look for it, and see if I can make myself more decent.”
“Everybody, do come in,” called Jane from the bottom of the stairs (she’d finally decided on the classic black). “Andy’s just rustling up some refreshments.” The level of curiosity among those present – especially the Coopers - ensured that no-one demurred. Everyone wanted details of the events at the vicarage, and the plans for the next few weeks, as well, of course, as wishing Mayfield well.
As they trooped into the sitting room, Kat and Jojo surrounded Kerry with a big hug.
“Hello, you two,” she grinned, (she was favouring a navy leather one-piece today, with four inch heeled OTKs).
“Looking hot, but what brings you here?” asked Kat.
“Well, I’m due back at work soon, so George thought we might get together for a couple of days so we could hit the ground running on Monday week. We could have spoken online but, naturally, I wanted to check in with all my friends round here, and Izzy always insists that I stay at the Grange when I’m in the village. But I seem to have wound up in the middle of a crisis. The situation at the vicarage was the big item of gossip at the village shop when I called in.”
“And you’ve treated yourself to a Spyder? Cool,” said Jojo.
“Well, I had a little bonus to spend,” she said.
“Little?” asked Kat. “By the way, have you heard from Olga and Tatiana recently?”
“How do you know about… I mean, Olga who?”
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us. The consensus in Choudhury’s was that she was here for the bird watching. Forever using those high powered binoculars was the giveaway.”
Kerry changed the subject quickly. “Any more news? You seem to be the fount of all knowledge.”
“Kelly and Chris are back together. And, after a lot of thought, Leanne has decided to get implants.”
They made their way into the sitting room, where they found latex maid Andy putting the finishing touches to a display of cakes, biscuits and a silver tea service with 18th century Wedgewood crockery. Jane was plainly pulling out all the stops. However, Andy had found a chipped, stained mug which he offered to Izzy for George’s use. Izzy showed her gratitude with a repeat of the smile she always seemed to save for Andy (‘a shark who’s just heard a good joke’, if you remember ‘The Extravaganza’).
Everyone made themselves comfortable. Everyone, that is, except Mayfield, who, after locating the key and handing it over to Martin, had scuttled off to squeeze into the t-shirt and jeans offered by Will. The discrepancy in their sizes (and shapes) meant that he wasn’t really comfortable when he returned, but anything was better than that purple item that Jane had provided.
When he returned, he sat next to Tori, who had already poured his cup of tea. “Well,” she said, “What are we going to do with you, Mayfield? At least I’ll have the opportunity to help you with your new wardrobe. No more cargo shorts, Hawaiian shirts and sandals from now on. Oh, don’t pull that face,” she smiled.
She turned. “Jessica, dear, pass me my brother’s birthday present.” Refocusing her attention, she said, “You see, Mayfield, I’ve bought you something to wear – a spur of the moment purchase – and from what you said outside I now know that you’ll appreciate it.”
Jessica retrieved the box which had been placed behind the sofa, and passed it to Tori. On the seal it said, ‘House of Leather’, and from it she drew a soft, supple, seductive diagonal black biker jacket. “A step up from what you used to wear, I’ll bet.”
“Oh, my,” was Mayfield’s initial wide-eyed response. He then took the jacket and began to stroke it.
Tori helped him into the jacket, adjusting the collar, straightening a cuff. Mayfield seemed more than pleased with his new acquisition. Tori then turned to Jane and asked her opinion.
Jane stood up and slowly approached. “I think you look wonderful, Mayfield,” she said, putting both arms around him from behind.
Mayfield blushed red. “Oh, my, Jane. Really!”
Martin, who had been feeling quite out of place, had been stood in the shadows by the door. Suddenly Jessica was stood next to him. She said, “Come with me,” and, unnoticed by the rest, she led him from the sitting room, out of the front door and through a gap in a nearby hedge, putting them out of sight. She then knelt down and reached for the zip of Martin’s jeans.
Some twelve minutes later they were preparing to reappear through the same gap, with Jessica dabbing her lips with a tissue, and Martin removing a spot from the tip of her nose with a fingertip which Jessica immediately licked clean.
“That was wonderful, thank you,” she said. “I realised when you were behind me on the bike that you were blessed, but you’re really impressive. And surprising.”
“You mean…” stuttered Martin.
“Yes,” replied Jessica. “What a gorgeous black leather thong to keep it in. Anyone would think you were a sissy. Or something.” she grinned. Martin immediately looked so crestfallen that Jessica felt quite sad. “Here, let me show you something,” said Jessica. With that she rolled her dress all the way up to her waist, peeled her latex panties down, and displayed a micropenis. Martin’s gulp was audible as they returned to the house.
“By the way,” he said, “the red marks on your thighs?”
“Oh, that’s Miss Tori. She’s good enough to give me regular thrashings. You know, cane, crop.”
“And you enjoy that?” asked Martina.
“Oh yes,” Jessica replied. “I think of myself as a recreational masochist.”
“It’s just that I’ve always fantasised about a strict leather lady, you know…”
“I can imagine. I’ll speak to her for you.”
Some ten minutes later, as if by mutual agreement, teacups had been drained, and the party resolved to pop down to the vicarage to check for signs of damage and a progress report, now that Mayfield had found the key. They left Jane and Mayfield facing each other for a few seconds holding hands, with Jane’s personality quietly preventing Mayfield from making his excuses and escaping, and then reconnected with their various vehicles, with Jane and Mayfield cozying up in Matilda while Andy and Will slummed it in the Nissan.
As they emerged from the lane to the Hall and drove towards the vicarage they noticed a removal van trundling down the road towards them before drawing up outside The Beeches, a very desirable residence a couple of hundred yards away, almost opposite Choudhury’s. A newcomer to the village? Fascinating.
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To be continued
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Andy
