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 Welcome to our quick but sweet Wednesday round up, featuring some of our blog Faves.

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Blog legend Amanda Holden, 51, yesterday tweeted.

"On Tuesdays we wear Black".

 Gotta say that is one beautiful pair of boots.

Now the final part of Mandy Sweet Hearts super little story, featuring our twin heroine Andy and Aunt Jane. 

Hello!

The missing chapters. Part Four.

By 

Mandy Sweet Heart.

Chapter Three.

   When it appeared that his aunt was free of the sisterhood, he thought that the sights around him should change, or maybe that he should wake up, but as she lowered her arms, they remained in the old dilapidated workshop. Realising how nothing had change, he softly said. “We should find something for you to wear, and I think I know where to look.”

Not wanting to disturb any of those he had just sedated, he cautiously strolled to the door, peered into the street, and when he could see no one, he waved at his aunt to come closer. Despite how Lady Jane was utterly naked, with an air of confidence flowing around her, a self-assurance that even the sisterhood could absolutely quench, she casually followed him outside.

Knowing how the ground was coated with numerous small, sharp stones, he encouraged Lady Jane to walk on the wooden boardwalks outside of the buildings, while he walked beside, and it was from the roadway that he continued to scan the town for any hidden dangers. 

Apart from when they walked past the sleeping body of Mistress Alessia, and heard how she softly moaned in her tranquilised sleep, he thought how this now seemed a little too easy.

Eventually they reached a spot where he could clearly see the hotel, and because it was on the opposite side from where they were strolling, he was concerned how he could protect his aunt Jane while reaching it. Trying to look everywhere at once, he finally said. “Unfortunately, we want that antiquated building over there,” he then pointed to the brownish-red, ram-shackled structure and continued, “but I think it’s safe.” 

Having warily crossed the street without hearing a sound, they made their way towards the swinging bat-wing doors. Expecting someone to be hiding inside, he kept Jane behind his body, and as he peered above the old doors, he pulled his gun out of the holster and pointed it upwards. “Aunt Jane, just stay behind me.” He whispered.

Without giving a warning, he swung the doors open and hastily stepped inside. Despite the gloomy light, he could see that there was no one waiting for them, therefore, he quickly encouraged his aunt to enter, and then shadow him while they carefully began to step closer to the stairs.

It may have only taken seconds, but his eyes were continuously looking for the slightest movement, and if asked, he would say that he thought the gap had taken an hour or more for them to cover. Pointing to the door that he had previously used, he said. “I believe we will find something for you to wear in that room.”

Prior to placing her foot on the first step, she smiled, and said. “Andy, you look absolutely great in that wild west outfit, I’ll have to try to design one for my company.”

Despite how he tried to silence his heels from unceasingly tapping against the wooden boards, they rapidly reached the upper floor, and after informing his aunt of how he would just check to see if it was safe, he steadily opened the door and entered.

Bewildered, he glanced around the room and stood with his jaw slightly unhinged. It appeared to be a totally different room, not only did it smell fresh, but there was not even a spot of dust floating in the hazy sunlight. The bed had been covered with cheap sheets, and now there was a stuffed leather armchair next to it, but what surprised he the most was the old bath tub compete with steaming water, and near the tub was a second set of clothes draped over a wooden chair.

“Come in Auntie.” He said cheerfully. “You can freshen up in her.”

She sniffed the air, grimaced at the sweet smelling, lilac perfume, and dully said. “You must be joking, Andy. I’ll smell like a cheap whore.” She gazed at his sullen face, smiled and added. “But I guess I have little option.”

Regardless of how she thought that she would be perfumed, she sighed with relief as her shapely body sunk into the refreshing water for a long, long soak, while her nephew continued to stay attentive of her safety from the armchair.

Bizarrely, almost as if she was demure, it was only when he stood and drifted towards the cloudy windows, did she step out of the tub, but after she had spent a lengthy time relaxing in the tub, maybe what was even weirder, was how the water still had steam raising from it.

While he continued to peer out of a dirty window, she leisurely dried herself off, but he soon become bored with looking at the empty street and turned to return to chair, yet he paused when he saw the clothes his aunt was dressed in. “Did you arrange these for me?” She asked.

He pouted and shook his head whilst staring at her tight leather, crimson trousers, white silk blouse, along with a pair of shiny red, knee length boots. “It’s perfect, Andy.” She purred, and stroked her right leg as she admired the soft texture.

“I found these clothes waiting for me.” He replied. “Shall we find out who left them?”

“I could do with a drink.” Jane said. “They hardly ever allowed me to sake my thirst with water.”

Although it sounded as if it was silent beyond the the door, the second he reached for the door-knob, the sound of boisterous voices and clicking of glasses touched their ears. 

Out of concern for her nephew ending up trapped by the sisterhood, Jane nervously followed him along the hall and down the stairs, where she glanced at the sight at the bar. Incredibly the lower floor had curiously filled with cowhands, along with a few overly friendly women, and when they had descended half of the stairs, just like a cheap western movie, the room went silent and everyone gazed at them. However, the two did not feel threatened by those below them, they merely nodded their head in cordial fashion, and those folks below them returned to their conversations, whilst they continued down the last few stairs.

Being more watchful of the mingling crowd, Jane didn’t notice how her nephew walked up to the bar, and it was only when the barkeeper, a person who was facing the rear wall, asked him what he wanted to drink, only then did she finally look in his direction. 

“Two shoots of firewater.” Her nephew replied briskly. “Bring it over to that table.” Then he pointed to the only empty table available.

Within moments of them sitting, they began to relax, and the barkeeper promptly arrived with the glasses of firewater he ordered. “It’s on the house.” The barman said calmly. “We’ve been wanting rid of those women for ages. We owe you.”

The two sitting at the table peered at the young barman, and together, they softly said. “Will?”

Suddenly, fully awake, Andy sat up in bed, and tenderly said. “Will.”

He threw the covers to one side, lowered his legs and eased his feet into his bedroom mules.

Hurriedly, he rushed to the door, walked along the corridor, down the stairs and entered the lounge. Seeing his aunt reading a book, Andy smiled and strolled closer to her. As he stood near her, he bent and kissed the corner of her lips. “I love you, Aunt Jane.” He whispered. “But I have to phone Will.”

“What’s gotten into you.” She giggled.

“Nothing.” He paused for a second, then resumed.” I’ll tell you in a minute.”

Andy found his phone, began glancing through the stored numbers and made himself comfortable in one of the chairs, then he pressed one of the icons and lifted the phone to his ear. After a few seconds, he said. “Hi Will, how are you, hon?” Although she could only hear his side of the conversation, Jane gazed at him fondly, and when Will had happily greeted him, Andy said. “I just felt so drained after the trip, I had to rest, but when I woke, I simply needed to hear your voice.” 

Rather than listen to half of the conversation, Jane tuned him out and returned her concentration to her fascinating book.

Some thirty plus minutes after Andy had told Will how he just wanted to hear his close friends’ voice, they said their goodbyes and disconnected the call. Leaving his phone on a small coffee table, Andy rose from his seat and walked towards where his aunt was sitting. He casually stood near her for a moment, before sitting on her lap. 

Seeing his happy face, she placed her book on the table close to her, circled her arms around his waist, and asked. “Are you alright, darling?”

“I am now.” He said with a smile. “I had this really weird dream, you were in it, but that wasn’t what made it strange…” He then went on to tell her all that he could recall.

She had listened conscientiously while he spoke and as he reached the point where he woke, Jane leant forward a little, kissed the corner of his mouth and said. “I love you, Andy. It sounded like you were very brave.” She paused to gaze at him for a few seconds, than added. “Would you like something to eat?”

“What I would really love is, if you asked Will to move in with us, but I guess a meal will have to do.” He giggled.

Thank you Mandy, I think I speak for us all when I say, Please return soon dear friend

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From Nowhere this week,we get a super glimpse of another blog fave, Liz Cundy as she slips into a racing car, slicked in a smooth PVC catsuit.

  Drive in those heels? I know a lady who can XXX

And now some super translations of my art by out dear friend Girlie Morgane

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Our dear Kitka and I nearly faded way this week when we saw what our beautiful Princess Kate was wearing on her feet at the rugby, sadly it was only a trick of the light, but what the heck, I have been looking for an excuse to bring her to our blog.

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Andy

Wednesday round up, with Mandy Sweet Heart

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  We begin today's little round up with another 2 wonderful clips from Sebatian Cauchos. As i said before, I find the sheer everyday wearability of these designs so very sexy.

And now the brilliant Mandy Sweet Hearts story continues 

Hello!

The missing chapters. Part Four.

By 

Mandy Sweet Heart.

Previously

https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2022/10/wednesday-round-up.html?sc=1667145787498#c6169285711980018802

Chapter Two.

Immediately after he swung the bat-wing doors open, he knew something had changed while he had been inside. Strolling down the centre of the street, his heels tapped tunelessly against a few loose stone and an uncomfortable feeling grew within his bowels, an uneasiness that caused him to rest his hand on the butt of the gun while nervously glancing from side to side.

Cautiously, he made his way along the street, then his heart almost skipped a beat when, in the distance, he spotted that there was an ancient sign hanging askew. It wasn’t how the sign was only held up by one remaining rusty chain that made him jumpy, it was because it was outside of a smithery.

Despite his anxiety, he knew he had to go to where the farrier used to work, yet he still remained fully alert for the slightest movement, even a drifting tumbleweed startled him and he almost unholstered his gun.

With surefootedness, he steadily walked along the broken-down street, yet his eyes continued to flicker from pillar to post, and then he was wholly taken aback when he saw a woman, who was dressed in a black latex suit and wearing black, six-inch stilettoes, standing in the middle of the street. He took another step towards her, and noticed that it appeared to be Celeste, one of the Mistresses from the sisterhood. He took another cautious step forward and, even from fifty yards, he could clearly see how she was holding a black leather whip.

Taking one further step towards her, he heard her as she began to softly laugh. Although he had barely spoken to the woman during his time at their mansion, he knew it was Celeste and just to confirm it, she said. “It’s no good you looking for your Aunt Jane, boy. She doesn’t want you...”

He did not even consider listening to anymore; without even thinking about it, he unexpectedly pulled the six-shooter out of its holster and aimed. The air was instantaneously filled with a blaring, thunderous clap, and he felt sick at what he had done. However, in one of those magical moments that can only happen in dreams, he watched as the bullet left the barrel, and how the outer shell seemed to fall apart. He continued to watch as it coasted through the air and he slowly realised that within the cartridge, was a tiny dart. Although he felt as if he was going to wrench, he watched with fascination as the projectile cruised through the air towards her, and how it eventually struck Celeste just above her heart.

She gazed at what had stung her for a second or two, then sounded a single, “HA.” before collapsing to the ground.

Whereas he truly didn’t want to be near her, he knew that he had to check to see if she was still alive. On shaky legs, he began to stumble towards her body, and though his legs initially tottered over a few loose stones, he soon began to walk with more confidence.

Although he was nowhere as fast as the ‘bullet’ had been, he was soon lowering his body and checking for a pulse. Finding that she was merely unconscious, he breathed a long sigh of relief. 

Briskly standing, he peered around the town, worried that the thunderclap had alerted someone. He knew it might be unwise, but he turned around slowly, and when he was facing the stable again, he saw Mistress Alessia standing around sixty yards beyond Celestes’ dormant body.

The grin on her glossy red lips disturbed him more than the sight of the black leather strap she was holding. He wanted to call out, tell her that the woman was still alive, but his mind did not want to form the words. In spite of the fact that he did not want to move closer, his legs began to take a step towards the Mistress, and though he could not fully believe that all of bullets would only contain darts, he wrapped his fingers around the wooden butt of the gun.

Despite the anxiety he felt, the distance between them rapidly shrank to around forty-five yards. He again tried to make his mouth work, but when he saw how Alessia swung the strap around her head, his hand lifted the gun, took aim and he mechanically squeezed the trigger. Strangely, this time, there was virtually no roar from the gun, yet he could once again watch how the shell fell apart as it left the barrel, and unlike earlier, he could plainly hear the gently chiming of metal bouncing on the ground. With an almost casual expression on his face, he watched how the dart sailed towards her, and then it hit the woman in the same place as the first dart had stung Celeste. Wordlessly, she glanced at the dart before staring at who had short her, then, just like Celeste, Alessia tumbled to the ground.

This may have only been a dream, but he still could not believe his good fortune, and he swiftly strolled towards her. Finding a pulse beating strongly, he stood and like before, he unhurriedly turned around in a circle.

Seeing how the dilapidated town was empty of people, he returned to his task of going to the blacksmiths’ workshop.

Knowing he should hasten to find his aunt; he quickened his pace and despite his elegance, he walked as swiftly as he dared in six-inch heels, but somehow, he always remembered how treacherous it was underfoot, especially as he didn’t want to suffer from a twisted ankle and further delay finding his Aunt Jane.

Despite how he paused and reached for his pistol at every imagined movement, he soon reached the smithery. Yet, however close he imagined he was to finding his aunt, he had to control himself from simply rushing in. With a herculean drive, he pushed his feelings for his beloved aunt out of his mind and began to gingerly approach the door.

Spying a sizeable crack between the door and frame, he peered through the rift and was surprised that he could not see any rusty tools. Steadily easing the door open, but only until there was just enough space for him to slither through, then he removed his wide brimmed headwear, held his breath and side-stepped between the frame and the partially open door. 

The moment he was through the gap, he simultaneously donned his hat and peered around the barnlike building. Having swiftly glanced around the open space at the front of the blacksmiths’ shop, he was concerned as to why it had fresh hay on the floor and before he took another step, he peered at the six open stables along each side and he noted how many of the uprights had a new rope attached to it. 

Nearly making him take a step backwards, from one of the six stalls on the right, the head of a horse unexpectedly peeked out, then as the horse took another step forward, the young man could see the glossy sheen over the horses’ irregular body, and he realised it was how Mistress Giorgia enjoyed having her latex clad boys attired. As if directed, from the remaining five stalls on his right, an equal number of horses’ heads revealed themself.

With all of his focus being distracted by the two-legged creatures, he did not notice when Mistress Giorgia gracefully stepped out of the second stall on his left. However, he became abruptly aware of Giorgias’ presence, when she said. “Get him girls. It was him, he shot Mistress Alessia and Mistress Celeste.”

Whereas the feet of these creatures displayed shiny hoofs, the six, two legged horses quickly left their stalls and began to clip in his direction. He rapidly scanned the six horses and realised that he only had a single six-shooter, and he had used two rounds already. Waiting until the last possible second, he finally withdrew the gun and took careful aim. Without any warning, he fired at the closest four creatures in quick succession, his speed was such that he had little time to spare to watch the rounds discharge their outer casing. As the forth one peered at the dart in its chest, totally due to his tension, his hand spontaneously squeezed the trigger again; and to his amazement, another report filled the small space. The horse then brayed and fell to the ground. Imaging that this must be a prop from Hollywood, he aimed at the only remain horse and fired again and to his further astonishment, a further report rang out and the discharged round slowly revelled the dart within, before the projectile drifted towards the last standing horse.

Doubting his eyesight, and ears, he gazed at the six fallen animals, but he only looked at the creatures until Mistress Giorgia yelled. “You shoot my pets. I’ll get you for that.”

His eyes stared at her, and he understood how she had grabbed one of the ropes and was instantly twirling it like a lasso. He carefully observed how the Mistress was standing next to the second stall and finally realised that she was going to try to capture him, but miraculously, a seventh horse came out of the stall, and just as Giorgia was aiming the rope at his head, the head of the horse butted into her left arm.

Realising this might be his only chance, as Giorgia staggered to her right, he lined up the pistol and fired. He knew how the tool should only give a single dry click, but like the shoots he had previously taken, it voiced a clamorous blast. With one eye on the tan flushed horse, he watched as the casing fell apart and revelling a hidden dart that silently sailed through the air, finally hitting the Mistress in the chest.

As Mistress Giorgia slowly descended into a heap on the ground, the person within the latex costume peered at him, then leisurely stepped in his direction.

Distracted by the sight of the creature slothful walking towards him, he was taken by surprise when strong female voice rang out. “I’ll see you are sued for this.” 

Recognising the voice to be the woman to be the lawyer that Mistress Alessia talked to, he took a step to his left, aimed and fired. Within a mere second, the lawyer dropped like the others before her. The person dressed up to be a horse, half turned, but then its eyes returned to gaze at the young man and it merely nodded its head.

Having fearlessly waited until the latex clad person came close, and truly feeling he knew who it was, he patted the creatures head, and soft said. “It’s alright.”

Curious as to how he should try to remove the latex head, and free the person inside, he inspected the suit. Unable to locate an open seam, he gentle whispered. “You are going to have to trust me.”

The horse sounded a soft bray and nodded its head. The young man withdrew the knife he had found in the room of the hotel, and searched for a spot in the latex suit that he could gently pull away from the skin of person inside. With extreme care, he slid the blade along the glossy latex until he had a slash about an inch long. Feeling more nervous than when Mistress Alessia had confronted him, he took a deep breath to calm himself, before steadily continuing. 

Eventually, being able to lift the head away from the body of suit, he was reward with a sight of his aunt. He disregarded her unkempt appearance and gave her a delightful grin, while she sluggishly said. “Andy. Oh, thank you. You are so brave.”

Although her hair remained plastered to her scalp, the perspiration blanketing her face quickly began to evaporate from her skin, and as he watched how she took a few deep, cooling breaths, he gently said. “Auntie, we need to get you out of this costume. It really doesn’t suit you.”

It took great tenderness, but eventually he managed to safely cut and rip enough of the latex to open the suit, down to her breast. 

Knowing how he had seen her naked several times prior to this, without showing any signs of embarrassment, she asked. “Are they all dead?”

“No Auntie. I used a special gun, they are merely taking a little sleep, but I don’t know how long they will stay like this, so we best hurry.” He said, then grunted while tugging apart a section of the shiny latex.

Finally able to pull the hot latex down her exquisite legs, he asked. “If I hold them steady, can you work your feet out of these hoofs?”

Following a great deal of wriggling her feet, along with some help from the young man she had called: Andy, Jane was able to completely step free of the repugnant hoofs. With one final gasp, she heaved her foot out of the second hoof. 

As the cool air rested against her skin, she softly groaned to herself, and then Jane smiled as she watched him toss the suit into a stall, the same one she had been held in.

Although she was completely naked, she tenderly gazed at him, while he stood nervously before her. He was about to say something, but she stopped him by wrapping her arms around his neck, and whispered. “Thank you so much, darling.”

To Be Continued

These came my way via twitter, my goodness our little heroine here is so very cute and has such pretty satin delights to play with.

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Halloween often brings out the slick and shiny in some of our blog faves and this year Liz Cundy did not disappoint.

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Lets have another go at this post,

So today I bring you the next chapters in Mandy Sweet Hearts story Hello. This will be presented over the next 3 weeks and then I am thrilled to be able to bring to  a new story by our wonderful Mistress Leather Beth.

Firstly though, a newcomer to our blog. American soccer ace Trinity Rodman  attended the Ballon d’Or ceremony in Paris  wearing an backless, blue Avellano latex dress. This is a really elegant design and one that lights up the event with its sheer glamour.

And now a home grown beauty. Strictly Come Dancing's Tess Daley has finally graced our screens in something slick and shiny.

By the way she is 53? .......53? no way, now way! Totally gorgeous.

Speaking of Ageless beauty, Ms Vorderman has gone and done it again, with this glimpse of her awesome curves in Freddy pants.

Before the main event. I have always had a thing for Sebastian Cauchos latex designs, yes some might be a little over the top, but other are perfectly wearable in everyday life.

  These new designs are particularly special, these are so everyday as to be perfect. You can see Aunt Jane buying these for Andy and that slick of oil beneath the peach top, just adds a hint of  the exotic to the look.

And now................................................

Hello!

The missing chapters. Part Four.

By 

Mandy Sweet Heart.

Previously:

Wishing to help his Aunt expand her sales in America, Andy had fulfilled the demands of the Sisterhood (Mistress Alessia, Mistress Celeste and Mistress Giorgia) by modelling several of his aunts’ newly designed clothes. In consequence, as soon after the attire was displayed, Lady Jane and Andy return to the leafy suburban community where Jane owned a villa.

Chapter one.

Regardless of how he wished to forget every second of those dreadful experiences he had endured, while having to spend time with the influential sisterhood of America, especially during the short time he had witnessed how those women treated some of their beautiful boys; just one of the many events he and his aunt had witnessed while they were within their residence, and those memories had remained with him during the long flight home. Yet he was truly pleased to see how Lady Jane had managed to steal a few hours’ sleep during the return journey home, but Andy constantly feared those flashbacks would come alive within a heartbeat of him closing his eyes.

Irrespective of how he wished to keep his smouldering blue eyes open until the four men of the apocalypse arrived, when he saw how Jane had nearly arrived at her villa, he knew that if any misfortune was hit then right now, it would have to wait, because at that particular moment, he was desperately in need of some sleep.

Slowly, Jane coasted the car along her drive, and when she finally turned the engine off, he glanced at her, and in a lethargic tone, he said. “Aunt Jane, would you mind if I go to bed?” 

Fondly, she peered at his weary features being highlighted in the midday sun, and asked. “Don’t you want to give Will a call, and let him know we are home?”

Andy opened the passenger door; and in the hope it would refresh him a little, he took a deep breath of clean air. Eventually turning to face his aunt, he said. “I do, but not right now. I really don’t want to fall asleep while talking to Will.”

Knowing how she wished for her nephew to be completely rested for his birthday, Jane said. “Go on then. I’ll soon follow you inside, and if he gets in touch later, I will let Will know how you are taking a nap.”

Despite his pouting expression, he said. “You’re the best, Auntie.” Then he stumbled towards the front door of their dwelling.

Somehow, he dragged himself to his room, sluggishly removed his cosmetics, and almost painfully removed his six-inch pumps, tight-fitting red latex leggings and finally removed his glossy white, latex blouse. Luckily, he just managed to keep his grainy eyes open long enough to allow his silky nightdress to slither down his body, before he unsteadily scrambled between the silken sheets and closed his blue eyes to the world.

When he finally allowed his eyes to close for more than a fraction of a second, he immediately felt how grateful they were, and though he was pleased to feel how his body was on a non-stop spiral into sleep, his mind would not let go of his encounter with the sisterhood.

Mere seconds after he closed his eyes, Andy knew nothing about how his aunt peered into his room, just to reassure herself that he was alright, or that she silently closed the door when she left. In his mind, he was standing in a murky mist and, apart from wearing two short necklaces, he was totally naked; while one of the necklaces was just a simple chain, the other appeared to be a gift from the native Americans. Curiously, his slumbering mind thought little about why he was nude, it was more interested in knowing how know how his hair had unexpectedly grown to reach down and tickle his chest.

Safely in his bed, his unconscious body rolled over, and strangely, his inner vision stirred and the sights transformed into one where he was standing in dilapidated town, complete with ghostly sounds looming from the ram-shackled buildings, structures he thought must have built in the 1860’s or earlier, and, despite how he was still naked, he hoped to see an outlaw riding into town.

Knowing there was only one person who could help him at that moment, he made his way towards, what he hoped would be, the hotel. With all the loss stones under his bare feet, he began walking exceedingly slowly, yet, as goosebumps began to spread across his body, it was soon becoming apparent to the young man how there was a slight breeze in the air, but as he walked closer to the long-forgotten building, he understood how it was him who was creating the gentle wind.

Eventually, he reached the tumbled down building, and he peered around to see if anyone was watching him; before pushing the bat-winged doors open and he was finally grateful that no one was around. He peered around the large room, and slowly recognised it to be mostly an old styled saloon, nonetheless he was extremely disappointed that his aunt was not at the bar. 

Aware of how he could not see her, Andy groaned in his sleep. Meanwhile, in his dream he understood that she was being held by the sisterhood. The wonderful thing about dreams, is how you can gain some terrifically useful insights in to what events are about to occur, and he unexpectedly knew there was some something he could wear in one of the rooms on the upper floor. Therefore, he made his way to the archaic, open staircase.

Taking each step with caution, just in case the ancient wooden stairs should crumble under foot, he gradually eased his way up to the balcony.

Appearing to pick a door at random, and with more confidence than he could ever possess while awake, he held his head high, opened it, and stepped into the room without looking. Barely taking the time to glance around the ruined room, he attempted to swing the door closed, but finding how it hardly shifted now, he turned to his right and was rewarded with the sight of some clothes hanging from a wooden hatstand.

Beginning to feel exposed, he promptly faced the stand and took a few steps in that direction, however, he did not seem to be surprised to see how clean the floor appeared to be around the clothes. 

With little thought in regard as to whether or not the clothes would fit him, he reached out for the slick black latex leggings and began to try them on. With the enchantment of a dream, not only was the legwear his size, but with almost no effort from him, his legs sild into the smooth, glossy latex. As he admired the glistening leggings, he noticed a few unsightly wrinkles. Swiftly bending down to remove the ripples, he realised how much he was missing his aunt, mostly because he loved the way her hands would always move slowly down his legs, while she ensured he was as perfect as could be.

Finding himself fortunate to have found something to cover the lower half of his body he did not believe the top would fit, yet he reached out for the black latex blouse and tried it on. Curiously, as he drifted his arms down the cool latex sleeves, he noticed that someone had mysteriously left a gun belt hanging on the same peg that the blouse had been, compete with a six-shooter and a new stiletto knife.

Although the tailored blouse fit him perfectly, his dreaming mind wished that he could button it up a little higher, therefore showing less of his budding bosom; but now that he was attired in clothes his aunt would approve of, he glanced around the room and spotted a pair of shiny boots next to a bed, furniture that he was sure was not there a moment ago. Almost feeling as if he was floating, he glided his way towards the bed, sat down and lifted one boot. After admiring the six-inch, needle-like heel, he slithered his dainty foot into the boot and pulled on it, until the top of the shaft reached his knee.

With both of his feet comfortably garmented in polished latex boots, he glanced at the gun belt, and though he knew he could never think of shooting any living thing, he decided it would look right if he was to strap it around his slim waist.

While buckling the belt around his waist, he glanced over at the door and spotted a black, wide brimmed hat, adorned with a ribbon of studs. Eager to try it on, he finished securing the belt, ensured it was comfortable and promptly went to place the hat on his red hair. However, before he sat it on his head, he noticed how the headwear had been covering a small shaving mirror. He glanced at his reflection and smiled, pleased to notice how his smooth face was already wearing perfectly applied cosmetics. Knowing he had wasted so much time, he went to raise the hat to his head and saw a pair of: tan coloured, soft leather gloves inside. Scooping the gloves out, he finally dressed his head and tried the gloves.

Slipping his hands into the soft leather, he wished there was a full-length mirror, one where he would be able to admirer his Annie Oakley look; but knowing he had to find his aunt, he swiftly went through the open the door and started to make his was towards the abandoned street.

To be continued

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https://www.amazon.com/Vacation-at-Mansion-Sally-Sansom-ebook/dp/B0BG64V422/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2O2O5RS0YPXFO&keywords=sally+sansom&qid=1664442157&qu=eyJxc2MiOiIxLjQ3IiwicXNhIjoiMS41OSIsInFzcCI6IjEuNTkifQ%3D%3D&sprefix=sally+sansom%2Caps%2C813&sr=8-1

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First up, some breaking news. Step aside people, because the original is back and I an talking Carol Vorderman.

 The Tv presenter and proud Welsh girl, showed off her stunning figure in a pair of leather Freddy's and dropped the cheeky hint that she had been filming in them this week for the BBC.Stay tuned for more.

 Ok calm it down, Phew, Gotta say, loving the belt as well.....Ok. because now we have even more delights with the final part (only for now I hope) of Mandy Sweet Hearts wonderful story.

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Mandy Sweet Heart

Chapter Five. 

   Unquestionably, the two sisters knew it would take over fifteen minutes to pass 

through the gardens and reach the stables, but they never bothered asking Jane if she wanted to use one of the golf buggies, however, after driving for so long she was happy to simply stroll along at a leisurely pace. 

While Jane took pleasure from the formal gardens she noticed how many latex clad maids were also taking in the solitude, and she eventually asked. “Celeste, how many boys do you have here?” 

“I believe there are around fifty to sixty at the moment,” Celeste said eloquently, “I know that may sound like a lot but many are here to simply benefit from our non indulgent training. My sisters and I only have five permanently pretty boys each, and before you ask, all of them here are happy to serve their Mistress or Master. Although a few can be slightly displeased about the outfit they are instructed to wear.” Momentary, Celeste sounded extremely joyful. “Not all boys can be as devoted as your nephew.” 

“I had to suffer for a couple of years when Andy became rather rebellious, but it was worth it, just to see how happy he is now.” Jane confessed and glanced around to see if he had heard her, but Andy was being escorted by Mistress Giorgia and they seemed to be having their own conversation. 

“Good for you, I’ve always found boys can be simple creatures but they always come around, once they have been given the right persuasion.” Celeste said bitterly, then she seemed to cheer up as they approached a brick building. “Here we are. I’m sure you will enjoy meeting Mistress Alessia and her pets.” 

The second Jane walked in she noticed that it was certainly laid out like any stable she had been in before, although it did appear to be much cleaner, yet it was the odor that was all wrong and it took her fractions of a second to place it correctly. When Jane had entered she almost gasped as it was the same fragrance that filled any boutique that sold latex clothing.

Once her mind had registered what was wrong Jane became more than mildly intrigued and as she was about to take a closer look when Celeste annoyingly said. “Lady Jane, I would like you to meet my other sister, Mistress Alessia.” With the way the sisters were always using the word ‘Mistress’, Jane felt as if she was being harassed and she wondered if they expected her to address them as such, but she couldn’t think of any reason why she would ever bow down to these women, therefore she politely said. “Pleased to meet you Alessia.” However, Jane found herself rapidly blinking as the person being introduced was almost indistinguishable from the other two sisters, that was apart from the slightest of facial divergence, maybe the only departure was that Alessia had relatively longer hair. Without any warning, a two-legged horse clipped it’s way out of a stall and elegantly sashayed towards the water trough. Jane could easily imagine why the auburn coloured hybrid horse would go to the trough and she looked at the womanly shaped person decked in light tanned latex, yet Alessia simply smiled and said. “Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe to drink the water. I would do nothing to harm my beautiful pets.” Feeling moderately reassured, and seeing how the person was able to drink, she took a few steps towards him, then she asked. “How does he manage to drink?” “The head has straws inside of it, it takes me around a month to teach a maid to fit one correctly. You can even eat certain foods while wearing the outfit.” Jane was barely listening, her mind was centering on the Christmas she had enjoyed two years ago and the extraordinary gift she had received from her nephew, admittedly it was while Andy was being stubborn and refusing to wear any feminine clothes, yet he still adored his aunt and wished to stay with her over the festive season, and when Jane had agreed the only thing that had honestly alarmed Andy was how he couldn’t afford to buy her a lovely gift, but when he had arrived at her villa, Jane told him that he could be her little drummer boy, however, she didn’t mention how he

would be sealed in a latex suit and placed next to the tree as one of her figurines. Then Jane was brought back to the present and Alessia casually added. “Of course, unless they’re being punished, the outfit is removed once a day so one of the maids can wash each horse, not that Twinkle is happy when I undress him!” “Talking about food,” Giorgia chirped, “it must be time for dinner.” “I think you’re right.” Celeste agreed, “and we can lay out our proposal to Lady Jane too, then she unexpectedly chripped. “Plus, I have left Chantell alone in our inner sanctum, the poor boy must be thinking that I have abandoned him.” “She cares about that partial pet a bit too much.” Giorgia mumbled, but most of them had started towards the door and only Andy, who was more concerned about doing something out of place and joining this herd of horses, had really heard her remarks, consequently he was trying to keep a low profile until they left for the mansion. 

Whereas Jane had attended many charity functions, therefore she had learnt to pace a meal that consisted of five courses, yet as they finished the fourth course Andy leaned over towards his aunt and whispered. “If I eat much more, they will need to roll me out of here.”

Jane lightly giggled, but not wishing to be overshadowed, Celeste said. “You must admit, along with our personal recommendation of your product, it’s an extraordinary business opportunity, Lady Jane.” 

“Considering the low interest rate you are suggesting, and your individual patronage, it shows wonderful possibilities. However, I will need to allow my solicitors to go over the fine print before agreeing.” Jane said in her most business-like tone. Glaring at her sisters, Celeste said. “You would be a poor business woman, if you had recommended otherwise, Lady Jane.” 

Despite the continuing narratives that the two immaculately dressed sisters were recipients of, Giorgia chirped. “If you two have finished discussing the boring profitability of our offer, I believe there was talk of a fashion show!” Before she could be asked about it, Jane tilted closer to Andy, tenderly ran her fingers down his arm and whispered. “Will you do it for me darling?” Sighing gently, Andy said. “Will you help me change?” Then he giggled softly. “It will be like the old days.” 

Before Jane could give him her reply, Celeste barked. “Toni has been placed at your disposal.” She then glanced at Jane and continued. “You don’t have to be concerned at all Lady Jane, Toni has been ordered to act like a respectable lady.” 

***** 

Not that it was difficult, but somehow Jane was able to convince her nephew to do as she wished, and that she believed everything would be alright; and having been persuaded that Alessia was standing just outside of the small changing room, Toni was in such a flutter that he could barely think straight as Andy wriggled his way out of his own clothes, yet he could see how the other boy would nervously glance at the door. 

While Andy unfurrowed the first of the pink latex stockings so it seamlessly covered his shapely leg, Lady Jane pontificated by slowly walking along the makeshift stage but her mind kept wandering towards her nephew and she hoped that he was safe. She strolled up to the rostrum once again, thought about standing in front of it for a moment but instead she spun on her glossy red heels and caught sight of an overfamiliar face and smiled as he waltzed the fingers of one hand in her direction, yet she knew it was as uncommon sight to see her nephew entirely decked in pink latex and Jane desperately wanted to tell him how cute he looked with the pink bow in his hair. 

Although Andy could see how his auntie was watching him, he was starting to walk towards the centre of the moderately raised area and a little pout appeared on his face as he did but, despite his features being beautifully decorated with cosmetics, or the large pink bow in his hair, Jane was more interested in how his excessively glossy dress seemed to ripple with each step. Then she remembered that she was supposed to be describing the outfit. “Ladies, as you can see Andy is wearing one of the tiny latex dresses from my domestic range. However, I’m sure you will agree that you have not seen many hotels insisting on their staff wearing such a gorgeous little outfit as Andy is right now.

“It has been cut very short to insure the lady of the house can always see his pretty pink, latex panties and it is adorned with lashings of lace around the neckline plus the edge of the sleeves, and with twenty small latex bows along the hem, therefore keeping your delightful pretty boys happy, and if they might be one of those silly boys that thinks that feminine clothes are not to be worn by boys, just a tiny hint of how you will lock them into this dress and take them shopping,” Andy twirred around and while he was using a slender finger he pointed to the holes where a small padlock could be fitted Jane continued, “and they will always be obedient.” Jane paused for a moment as she considered what else she could say about the outfit, and she marvelled as Andy elegantly glided across the highly polished wooden floor. 

Jane had just thought about how to describe the latex, but Andy saved her the effort by deciding that it was time to change. 

When Andy came out for the second segment he was wearing an almost identical outfit, only this time, apart from the lack of stockings, he was dressed in a baby blue dress with matching six inch Lombardo shoes. Jane wondered how they knew his shoe size for a moment, but she just assumed that the footwear belonged to one of the mansions’ maids. 

Somewhat grateful that she hadn’t mentioned to four way stretchiness of the glossy latex they used, as Andy started to parade himself in front of the ladies from the sisterhood, Jane began with that, but having earlier alluded to most of the outfits’ features she soon found herself grasping for something to add, but Andy decided to shorten this particular part of the presentation and gracefully made his way towards the exit. 

*** 

Primarily due to the way the three sisters were smirking, especially the abyssal discernable sneer on Celestes’ lips, anger commenced to brew within Jane as she was starting to believe that Andy was taking much too long with his change of outfit this time. Yet, even if it meant searching every room in the building, as she was about to find the room she heard a rapid clicking of heels and then they paused. 

Glancing over to where her nephew was waiting, Jane could see the way he scolded her and glancing her eyes over his long flowing, lustrously smooth black latex maids dress Jane thought she understood the reason for his disapproval and why it had taken so long to change. 

Turning back to the small audience, Jane said. “Ladies, I am sure you will approve of our next dress, it’s from the prestigious line…” She waved Andy onto the stage, and as she guessed he could only take miniscule steps. “Ladies, although the gown appears to consist of a long sleeves and sweeping skirt,” she quickly went over to where Andy was still mincing to the centre stage and she lifted the skirt, “but as you can see ladies, it comes complete with a latex underskirt, one that you will be pleased to hear, can be tightened until, like Andy here, the wearer is scarcely able to walk.” Dropping the skirt, Jane returned to the podium and continued to describe the relatively featureless dress, then she added. “As with all our creations, like the gloves he is wearing and underskirts, other accessories are also available.” 

Abruptly, there came a soft sound of applause from the three ladies of the sisterhood,

and Celeste said. “Well done Lady Jane, congratulations and forward my praise to Andy, he really should become a catwalk model.” The faintest of frowns wrinkled Janes' brow. Although Celeste could not see the miniscule furrow, she elaborated. “We just wanted to know if you really knew your lines, but I really was not expecting my sisters to select identical dresses. If I had known, I would have told one of them to select something different.” 

“I was somewhat surprised to see it too, we have a rather large amount of latex clothing to choose from. I would have thought you might have selected some evening wear or some other gown.” Jane stated, but she merely said this for something to say. “To be honest, as I said, we only wanted to test your product knowledge.” Celesta repeated, then asked. “After your long journey, and extended day, you are going to stay the night, aren’t you?” 

Ignoring the sarcastic undertones towards her age, but still feeling uneasy about the whole arrangement of the sisterhood, Jane considered how she could snooze on the plane and invoking her most diplomatic tones, she said. “I would love to stay, but I have a previous engagement with several dignitaries later this evening and I just can not avoid them. I am afraid Andy and I will just have to return to London, but I would be very appreciative if I could freshen up a bit.” 

“Of course, of course!” Celesta foundered. “Where are my manners? I will have Chantill show you to where Andy has been changing and then to your rooms so that you will be able to freshen up in private.” Then Celeste alluded to how the contract would be forwarded to Lane Jane. 

“Never again!” Andy groaned as he stepped out of the small shower cubicle and finished drying himself off. “I’ve never felt as if I had ever accomplished anything so demeaning.” 

“Celeste said that you would make an extraordinary catwalk model.” Jane said and almost giggled as Andy stopped what he was doing and glared at her. “Someone looks upset.” Jane stated, and this time she did giggle. “How can I show you how grateful I am.” 

As always, Andy instantly chastised himself for having obnoxious thoughts towards his aunt and his features softened, then he nonchalantly said. “Will has been hinting about wanting to see Cats, but I know he can’t afford the cost of a theatre ticket.” “Maybe, if you hurry up and get dressed, then help me wash and change, you might find three tickets waiting for us when we get home.” 

“I was hoping for an evening alone with him,” Andy said softly and stepped closer to Jane, “but if you wish to come, I think you should invite Kitty. You two should stop pretending that you’re just friends.” 

With Andy standing so close Jane didn’t have to move, unfortunately Andy didn’t realise this until Jane swotted his naked butt, but he could see the dreamy expression on her face.

To be continued?......

Now the return of  a blog Favourite, the fun, talented and beautiful Katy Perry, lit up my feeds this week with a couple of wonderful moments.

Firstly at The Academy Museum of Motion Pictures Opening Gala in LA with the gorgeous Orlando Bloom. 

And then in a little add for Spotify, wearing the classic Katy dress.

and just in case you could not recall that dress. (cheap excuse to re-post a fave pic Ed)

and now, our dear friend Skinnie Stallion has been working on this wonderful work for so long now and this week added to the story of Peter over at his blog.

http://inmyyounger.blogspot.com/2021/09/chapter-9s-look-for-peter-and-tods.html?zx=1297ebfa4c67c7e3

and finally, May I introduce you to the dizzy, breathless and sweet Emily Monks, You-tuber and influencer. There is just something so sweet about her, so English and I have chosen this first one, because it includes the ultra cute heel try-on fail.

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The missing Chapters part 4

Chapter Four. 

With Andy appearing to be lost in the reflections of his recent humiliation at the 

filling station, and maybe he was imagining the ones yet to come, Jane knew he would be alright because every now and again he would mumble. “I wish Will was here with me.” Or something similar, and Jane felt that she could empathise with him, therefore she drove at a steady sixty. 

Despite driving along the monotonously straight road for well over an hour, and with very little of the unrestricted scenery reshaping itself, an electronic voice abruptly sounded. “Turn right in one mile.” 

Using the mirror and glancing around her, Jane was mystified as she couldn’t see any indication of any buildings and apart from the tarmac in front of her, there was little sign of any civilisation, but in seconds the road plummeted into a lilliputian canyon and they could both suddenly see the immaculately tended gardens opening out before them. 

For Lady Jane, the only despondency she felt was due to the gardens being laid out in a precocious French style that was popular during the seventeen hundreds, she would have prefered the design to be created in an Italian landscape. However, as she marveled at this creation in the middle of what was essentially a wildness, even Andy seemed to come back to life, as he too was impressed by the sight. 

“Let’s get this over with, and then we can go home.” Jane purred as she cruised up to the gold finished, ornamental cast-iron gates, complete with an attached gatehouse. Hastily glancing at either of the pillars, Jane looked for an intercom but to her unexpected surprise the gate was manned, and both Jane and Andy watched the young person hurry towards them, though the individual was having some difficulty walking on the finely graveled pavement while wearing six inch, spiked heels. “He’s pretty.” Andy softly said, and yet he was truly impressed by the attendants tiny black glossy maids outfit. 

“Hush child, or I’ll inform William about all of your unbecoming behavior.” Jane said in a tone that left little to the imagination, and Andy realised that she didn’t just

imply right now but he was to constantly act as her subservient assistant while they were here. 

“Please forgive me for keeping you waiting, Ma’am.” The attendant begged, and Jane realised that this was the same line as the chauffeurs had used and she guessed that all of the boys had to use it. 

“I’m Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones,” Jane said briskly, yet in a tone that left little imagination to who was the superior here, “and this is Andrew Watson, I believe the sisters are expecting us?” 

“Of course Ma’am. The sisters have been awaiting your arrival,” the boy grovelled, then he reached for something in his decorative apron pocket and aimed it at one of the pillars while pleading. “However, please may I ask you to drive carefully? It’s just that there may be gardeners around, plus a few maids may be on a day off and they tend to stroll around the gardens.” 

By the time the effeminate gate keeper had finished talking the gates had fully opened, Jane gave him a curt nod before smoothly depressing the accelerator and began driving away at an extremely sedate pace. 

Somehow, Jane kept to a pace that would accommodate anyone walking close to them, and although the infrastructure during the mile long drive was impressive she was finding the momentum absolutely tedious, hence she couldn’t find it in her heart to berate Andy when he became restless in his seat. 

Eventually they passed a group of tall coniferous trees that had been meticulously encouraged to grow into a hedge and before them stood an immaculately maintained white building that would have looked at home in South Carolina before the American civil war. 

After such a long drive, Jane was happy to finally turn the key to turn off and allow the hot engine to cool down, and despite the quiet clicking she found the silence a further delight, the stillness was so complete that she heard Andys’ latex garments modestly creaking as he lifted himself from the seat. 

Andy started to straighten out his tight latex trousers, but seeing how his aunt remained behind the steering wheel he hurried around the front of the vehicle so he could open the door and help her out. However, he fought against the loose grave, an effort that was multiplied by the way Andy was attempting to stop the precipitous heels from being ruined when they sunk into the stones. 

Thankfully he made it without any mishaps and as he held the car door open he was undecided where to place his eyes, naturally he was concerned about his aunts’ warfare but his eyes kept being distracted by the two beautiful maids quickly gliding through the bell shaped doors and down the white marble steps. “Keep your eyes off of the boys.” Jane advised. 

“Boys? Are you sure, Auntie Jane?” Andy cautiously asked. 

“I counted six as we drove through the gardens.” Jane purred while Andy blinked, then took another look and wondered if he needed glasses. “If you don’t behave I’ll treat you to the horse whip again.” Jane added, and watched as a grin spread over Andys’ features, the sight delighted her and she bent to whisper in his ear. “I’m sure you won’t want me to tell Will about all of your kinky habits!”

Andy definitely felt unsure about Will knowing too much just yet, and he began to instantly concentrate on what Lady Jane demanded of him. Yet as Jane eased away from him, she was distracted by one of the maids who had been dutifully waiting for her to finish addressing her ward. “Ms. Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones?” 

Jane simply nodded an acknowledgement, although Andy seemed to be preoccupied by her fancy lace neckband and wrist trimmings. 

“If you please Ma’am, my name is Chantill.” The taller, blond maid began. “Mistress Celeste has requested that I escort you to her. I can see you have some luggage strapped to the car and if you have any more, Toni will be more than happy to take it to your rooms.” 

Although Jane had not considered staying at the mansion for long, she knew that she wished to freshen up and change before returning to London and she cautiously handed the keys to the brunette maid. “Thank you Ma’am.” Toni said in a lustrously soft feminine voice. 

“I prefer to have Andy doing my unpacking.” Jane blatantly stated before gently taking hold of Andys’ hand and following Chantill up the stone steps and through the wide doors that led into a broad, elongated entrance hall that had the deep perfume of fresh lilacs and sumptuous feminine perfume. 

Whilst the musical sound of clipping heels seemed to surround them and with Andy still in tow, Jane continued to follow Chantell along the hallway until they had reached the last doors, where Chantell softly said. “Please wait here a moment, Lady Jane.” Then he swiftly knocked and opened the door before entering. 

The maid had only been in the room for less than a minute before reappearing, and while using a hush voice, he ushered Lady Jane and Andy to go in. “I’m sure the Mistress will be with you soon.” Chantell whispered before returning to the hallway. 

Luckily, Jane was familiar with other people imagining that their time was more important than hers’ and she used the time to appraise the woman as she sat on a deep cushioned, leather sofa. Nonetheless, Jane found it hard to place the womans’ age, maybe that was due to the dyed, platinum blond hair that had been cut into a classic bob and the style made her appear around sixty, yet her clothes told a different story, like Jane, she wore a pair of classic, black Christian Louboutin pumps and whereas Jane favoured leather, the woman the maid had called Celeste was attired in a knee length, black latex skirt with a black corseted jacket that was fastened to the white collar and glowed with an unreal luster. 

After a minute of being ignored Jane started to assess the room and her eyes were immediately drawn to a display case containing several gold phalluses, and as Andy let out an audible gasp Jane went to take a closer look. There were only four objects on the display, yet the smallest one was around fourteen inches tall with an advantageous girth. 

“I see you’re admiring my sisters’ ornaments.” A deep feminine voice said softly. Jane turned towards the voice and saw Celeste pulling on an old fashioned velvet bell ribbon. “Personally, I am much more concerned with technique and stamina than size but she just loves to belittle the new boys, by telling them that this is the dimensions of a real man. 

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting Lady Jane, may I call you Lady Jane?” Although Jane normally
would be opposed to people using her title, she would allow it this time and she nodded dismissively. 

“Good, and I’m pleased to see that you are interested in our offer.” There was a courteous knock on the door and the maid, Chantell, entered, he gave a quick curtsy and said. “I’m very sorry to keep you waiting Mistress Celeste, is there something I can do for you?” 

“Yes, take this note to Ms. Darkly and ask her to write a letter for me, I wish it to explain how I will accept Ms. Stoners’ maid for training.” Chantell accepted the piece of paper, but before he could give another curtsy, his Mistress seductively said. “Then come right back here, I have a feeling that I might need you later.” 

Abruptly, a third voice appeared and Janes’ attention was automatically drawn to the three high back gothic chairs facing the rear gardens. “If you two are going to be talking business, maybe I should take Lady Janes’ sissy to see the stables.” As the woman who had just spoken started to show herself, she instantaneously stepped to greet Jane, although Jane was stunned to see another woman and how much she appeared to be just like Celeste including an identical latex outfit, yet a fervent growl began, one that seemed to be issued from Celestes’ direction, and instantly the other woman simpered. “Forgive me Mistress Celeste.” 

“Mistress Giorgia, you know how I do so hate the phrase, sissy,” then she turned to Jane to continue. “I much prefer beautiful boys, don’t you?” Celeste asked Jane, but before Lady Jane could reply, Celeste suggested. “However, it’s a wonderful idea and we should all go.” 

The interaction between the two sisters had only lasted mere seconds, but it gave Jane enough time to realise that, just as there was a hierarchy within any organisation, there was within the pinnacle of the Sisterhood.

To Be Continued.......

And now some sweet translations of my art by our dear friend Girlie Morgane.

Here is a clip featuring my favourite member of South Korean Kpop group Mamamoo, the beautiful Hwasa. By the way it also features a pair of super slick vinyl pants.

These next three are images sent to my by our dear Lee, Thank you Lee you send me such sweet images which really do inspire me.

If I may, I love the first one here.

This is so Gothic, I love it

and amazingly Lee even somehow tapped in to my love of Blue biker leathers amazing