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Here is a Wednesday round up with super stars and classic art and amazing stories.
What more do we  need
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Lets start off with the classic catch-up and this week and this has been a busy week.
Firstly...... The gorgeous Dakota Johnson hosting SNL in a stunning red latex dress. 

Credit to Skinnie stallion for finding this.

Next and I know it might not be latex or leather but it is hot and Anneka Rice was one of my dear dads favorites back in the 80s/90s.So It was her birthday this week so why the heck not.

She wore this in only one Treasure hunt special but wow!

Ok, Back to the Latex and we are in safe hands with the ever beautiful Heidi Klum who wore this stunning outfit to the Christian Louboutin Spring/Summer 2027 collection 

Hey but wait a minute,that's not all. I said it was a Heidi Double bill. So what about Heidi's  Halloween costume challenge? Don't know what I am talking about?

Have a look.

Now the thrilling conclusion to Ambers amazing adventure featuring Andy in the arms of the Sultana which began last week.

Loved this, so dramatic, So Amber XXX

Here's a surprise treat. I have always had a soft spot for the rather gorgeous olympic diver Tom Daley and then this pops into my feed WOW!!!!

We have the pleasure of 3 super pieces from Sissy Dani

So Here is the final part of Skinnie Stallions brilliant story Grand day out

5. A Grand Day Out: Endings and New Beginnings

Josh felt like he was walking on air. If the ride from Hastings to Brighton had been great,   the ride back had been heavenly.   It  felt so good to finally be wearing his very own B&K outfit, his arms wrapped tightly round his Gran’s waist, the soles of his new ankle boots resting on the footpegs, the Norton throbbing between his legs..  And not needing to operate the gear or shift or brake,  he didn’t need biker boots like Gran, he was in proper ankle boots: shiny red ankle boots with dagger heels.  He felt like a new …..  a new ….. a new what?   ‘A new man’ didn’t feel quite right.  But if not a ‘new man’ what was he?   The assistants at Fem-Me had been very hands-on, helping him tuck his little thing out of the way so that his new latex pants showed the best and tightest line.   They weren’t content until he looked smooth down there like Gran with were no unsightly bumps: not quite a camel toe but close.  ‘A new girl’, then?   With his make-up, false eyelashes and nails, maybe.   But his new blonde hair was decidedly androgynous.   ‘A new sissy’?   

What he did know was that this is how he wanted to be.   If the assistants and photographer at Fem-Me called him a siss, did it matter.   Perhaps he was a sissy.  He’d always thought being called a sissy was a bit of an insult.   But the pretty girls at Fem-Me casually referred to themselves and each other as ‘sissies’ as if it was normal or a compliment.  Girls calling themselves sissies seemed a bit strange to Josh but he’d be very happy to join that club if he could look like them.   They’d addressed him as ‘sissy’ when they were fitting his plug.   They’d checked with Gran first after agreeing that he wasn’t yet ready for what they called a ‘Hummingbird’.    After his initial discomfort at being invaded like that – he’d never had someone even touch his bottom before – he’d grown used to its presence and it made the vibrations of Norton feel even more lovely.   Perhaps that did make him a sissy if he liked something there.

“Your Mum is in for a bit of a shock Josh,” said Vanessa after they’d dismounted.   “You see, the only thing I have really told her is that you have gone  blonde.  Never mind, it won't be the first time your Grandma has been in trouble with your Mum.”

“But what about all those photos, Gran?   Does Mum know about them?”

“One thing at a time, darling.”

“I never expected them to take so many.  Will I get copies?”

“I’m sure you will.   They’ll look great in your scrapbook.”   Vanessa knew that in a few months’ time, there would be more than enough copies for Josh to put in his scrapbook.   If the photographer received sign-off from B&K, they’d be all over the magazines come the Autumn.    Poor Josh still had that ingénue naïvety that made him so charming and sweet.  If everything thing went according to Hester’s plan, he was soon going to need an agent and she knew the perfect person for that role: herself.    But first, she needed to sort things out with Marion.   Richard could come later.   He’d understand.  He’d be supportive.   He might even be envious of opportunities beckoning Josh.   Ah well!   She loved her gorgeous Grandson.

6. The Master Plan: A New Face

Crunch time had arrived.  It was always a challenge presenting in the Board Room with the London skyline provided such a distracting backdrop.  Hester stood and fired up her PowerPoint presentation.    She felt nervous.   She might be Head of Marketing but she needed the support of the rest of B&K Cosmetics’ senior management team.  At least she felt dressed for the occasion. It was disappointing how few of her colleagues were wearing B&K today.  She blamed the unseasonably warm weather.  It always felt strange to be planning next Autumn’s promotions when it was still only October and they’d not yet got a read on the current Autumn push. And there were still Spring and Summer to go before this campaign was going to hit the stores, the magazines and the advertising hoardings.   Some of the details could be tweaked and finalised but the campaign needed to start with a face, and she reckoned she’d found that face.

“A year ago I saw a promising young man in our Brighton store,” she began.   “He was with one of our regular customers.  After she’d bought a pair of black leather pants, I was able to retrieve her details from our Loyalty Card database.   Her name is Vanessa McVane.   She lives in Hastings.”   Janice Pearson raised her hand.   “Yes, I’m happy to take questions as I go through.   What’s your question, Janice?”

“Did she buy anything for the boy?   That’s normally a good sign.”

“Thank you, Janice.   No.   But she did let him go through he boy racks and allow him to try on some pairs of pants.  He had several ventures to the fitting room.  He also tried on some courts and ankle boots in the footwear section. But no, she didn't buy for him.”

“Make-up?” interjected Clarice Partridge.

“No, Clarice.   No make-up.”

“Pity,” said Clarice.  

Hester was concerned about the bumpy start.  The absence of any visit to the Cosmetics area wasn’t going to help her case.   She stepped on the presentation.  “I reached out to Mrs McVane after her visit.   She was very happy to talk.   Apparently she’s been providing support to the boy since he was about thirteen.”

“Support?” queried Clarice.   

“Yes, support.   Nothing abnormal.   All healthy stuff.  Letting him read her fashion magazines.   Letting him try on her clothes and shoes.  Letting him come with her on some shopping trips and store visits.”

“And you’re sure he’s a sissy?”

“Given his tendencies, I would say ‘Yes’.    A closet sissy, perhaps, but definite sissy potential.”

“Potential?” challenged Clarice again with another of her abrupt, one word questions.

“Yes, potential.   He was only sixteen last year and Mrs McVane has been nervous about pushing him.   His own father apparently showed similar signs when he was younger but never took the sissy route, though of course things were rather different back in the eighties.  However, she feels her grandson is different.  I think so too.”

“Hmm,” mused Clarice, unconvinced.  

“I’ve had the B&K Scouting Team tracking him.  We have been monitoring his social media for the past year and though his footprint is tentative we have begun primary contact.  Ladies, meet the next face of Bergman Knightley.  Let me introduce you to Joshua McVane.”   She pressed her clicker.  

There were sighs and gasps as Joshua’s face appeared: “Oooh!”  “Yes!”  “I see what you mean.”   And, most tellingly, “Yes, definite potential,” from Clarice.  

“Joshua’s own Instagram is pretty vanilla but we can see from his likes where his interests reside.  Our filters and algorithm indicate a high probability of sissyhood.  We estimate at least eighty-five percent.”

“Confidence interval?” queried a positively verbose Clarice.

“Around fifteen percent.”

“So there chance could be as low as seventy percent that he’s a sissy?” questioned Mabel Morgan, the Head of Finance.

“It doesn’t quite work like that Mabel,  but yes, there’s obviously some chance that he’s not. However, I would prefer to go on the guidance of Mrs McVane.   She’s one of our loyal customers and she will have seen enough B&K Boys while shopping to recognise Joshua’s leanings.”

“Very well,” said Mabel.   “He certainly looks good.   I assume he’s still, how shall we say, unpicked or unplucked?”

 

“Yes, Mrs McVane is confident he’s not yet indulged his leanings even since turning sixteen.  He’s very close to his Grandma which is a good sign.  They talk a lot.  So my plan is to engage Mrs McVane to recruit Joshua.    He turns eighteen next year on the first of January.  She will offer him a feminisation session at Fem-Me as her birthday gift.   She will see how he reacts but is confident that he will accept.   During that session, we will sign him up and also carry out a shoot.    Given the proposed shades for next Autumn, I’ve suggested to Mrs McVane that she gets Joshua to go blonde but there’s still time to finalise those details.  The first step is to formally enlist Mrs McVane.   Although she hasn't done the training, her experience with Joshua indicates that we should appoint her an acting B&K Host for the duration of this assignment and attach her to the Scouting Team for some hands-on management.”

“I’m sure she would appreciate that,” interjected Janice cheekily.

“Yes, Janice,” said Hester wanting to stop any ribald diversions.   She wanted to get closure.   “Ladies, I am proposing we take Joshua McVane as our face of B&K for our next Autumn campaign.   A new face.   A fresh start and a fresh sissy.   Ladies, do I have your support or do we need to discuss further before going to a show of hands?   ”

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Hi Everyone

Sorry this is a bit messy, but I have had almost no time to sit and work this week. I seem to be running faster and faster and getting nowhere, but I guess I am not alone in that these days.

That said I felt I needed to share some of the amazing bits and bobs I am sent.

This also included the final part of Skinnie Stallions amazing story

Hope you enjoy

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Andy

Firstly I came across this the other day, it is a sweet reworking of one of my stories, recreated in video form in Spanish.

It is such a treat to think my silly work is worth someone's time to rewrite and create. I am touched XX

Funnily enough I have been working on this series myself in another form, so stay tuned.

   Now this is a sneak peek at the work of Brianna who has a paid for Patreon and is creating a story based on my art.

As a fellow Patreon user it is only polite to promote their work and Brianna is quite a talent.

A Foreword Dear friends, I've been working with a good friend of mine, Creator AndyLatex. We are attempting to expand the depth of our mutual work. Andy has permitted me to expand his captions into a storyline. Something I hope everyone will enjoy.

These creations are as much his as they are mine. I've been a long-time fan of his work. I'm hoping to do his work justice by expanding the Adventures of Aunt Jane and Andy while showing the respect I have for his creativity!

My storyline is my own creation based on my ideas, not AndyLatex. I'm trying to express my own ideas while maintaining respect to his work and the Patreon community.

All characters are fictional, 18 and older, and willing participants.

All comments are welcome and appreciated!

Enjoy!

The Beginning

It all started after Andy's high school graduation. Andrew Watson borrowed money from his mother's closest friend, affectionately known as "Aunt Jane," to pay for rent on a flat and attend football camp. While attending the camp, Andy agreed to pay back the money from his part-time job and his graduation money.

The agreement was that he was supposed to pay back the money by the time Football Camp was concluded, or he would have to work off the difference working and living with Aunt Jane. The loan was € 8,000. Andy tried his best, unfortunately, for Andy he was only able to come up with a little over € 1000.

Jane talked to his mum, exchanging ideas back and forth, and they negotiated on a settlement plan for sweet Andrew. As an Adult, Andrew would agree to live with Aunt Jane and work and serve her for a small salary while Andy worked off his debt.

College was to be put on hold, as well as his career in Football. Jane had laid out the broad strokes for his mum. In exchange, Andy's debt would be paid in full. A commission of 10% percent of future earnings to be paid to Andy's mother.

75% to be paid to Aunt Jane until the principal, interest, and his future expenses were paid off. The balance would be paid to Andy and set up in a savings account for Andy when his debt was paid in full.

Andy's mum agreed. As both an adult and an unemployed person under the age of 26 with no job or independent residential address, Andy's power of attorney was signed over to Aunt Jane.

On the last day of Football Camp, Aunt Jane picked Andrew up from camp. Unaware of his future other than working for Aunt Jane for a while, our sweet little hero enters Aunt Jane's lavish estate not knowing what to expect.

All Andrew knew was that he was in breach of the contract, and leaving Aunt Jane's estate without a settlement would make him a criminal. Andy was taught good values and knew the importance of keeping his word. Aunt Jane had always been good to him growing up, so he trusted her.

Aunt Jane had no intention of harming him, although Andrew would be getting a complete reeducation and training for a new life of service and exploitation beyond his wildest dreams.

As the majority stockholder and founder of Bergman and Knightley, and her own fashion line, Aunt Jane had all the resources needed to mold Andrew into the world's most famous femboy fashion and makeup model. He would become the iconic model for her makeup and fashion lines! Andy would be also be providing personal domestic services to Aunt Jane's secret society friends.

The die was cast! The future of Andrew Watson is to become a tail of legend for the modern age of males everywhere. The adventure is about to begin for our sweet Andrew!

With his head bowed, Andy stepped into the garden guest house. Andy knew things were going to be different now, Andy had always stayed in the main house in the bedroom across the hall from Aunt Jane.

Servants and staff never stayed in the main house. Andy had a feeling he was in trouble or was being demoted from a favorite guest to servant! Jane smiled at the submissive expression on Andy's face.

For more   https://www.patreon.com/BriannaDemonet/posts/aunt-jane-and-1-161938499   As ever all Patreon is a paid for platform.

Here are a few bits I created a while ago but am pretty sure never saw the light of day.

From the imagination of Sissy Dani. I have lots of Sissy Dani's work,but selected these for today. For no reason other than I like them....a lot

here is something special, this is where we all get to meet Sissy Dani in person

For all you lovely stocking and heel lover (including me) our friend Amber has come up trumps with these amazing pages from the B&K catalogue featuring our very own Andy

And now ,carry



ing all that on its shoulders, the final part in Skinnie Stallions amazing story. Gotta say I love this one.

Thanks S XXXX

8. No Way Out: Art for Art’s Sake

Mariana sent Monica to bring the next reporter through.  “Thank you, Monica.   And who are you, and who do you work for?” she asked the petite blonde girl.   The girl looked far too young to be working for a serious journal.

“I’m Jenny Smith from ‘Art Review’, Ms Abramopov,” said the girl.   

Mariana was pleasantly surprised.   So young.  So pretty.  “Mmmm…… Jenny Smith?  Ah yes, didn’t you write that splendid piece on  Jules Mahrute?”

“Yes.   Do you mind if I record?”   

“Not at all, my dear.”

Jenny turned on her hand held recorder. “Can you tell me, Ms Abramopov, about your new show and its provocative title?”

“I have been planning this show for a long time.  It seemed like a natural follow on from my last show, ‘Erotic Journey’.   This will also be a show that will be easier to tour.” 

“And its title…..?” queried Jenny.

“It’s a rebellion against the male dominated, formal art Establishment.  I call it ‘Cunt’ because I feel it dares to utter and evoke the female condition of so many women.   In an epistemiological sense, a woman’s cunt can define the role of a woman; it can also mis-define.  It is both a symbol of her oppression through history and her way of expressing herself.  It  is a source of both her weakness and her power.   Her menstrual cycle shows her alignment with the lunar cycle and fixes a woman’s attachment to the Lunar Goddess who oversees all womankind.   A woman’s fertility both empowers and enslaves her.   A woman’s period is one of the original causes of sodomy in the human species.  The first woman would have been sodomised by the first man when she was having her period.   Adam would have sodomised Eve.  It’s only after their offspring matured that the beauty of the arrangement will have become manifest.  Mankind is one of the few species that makes use of the secondary route; its availability liberates both men and women.   Men can experience what it is like to be a woman, or what it is like in between.   This show demonstrates that we are all, each and every one of us, Cunts.”

“There is a difference in this show though in that you will not yourself, be one of the exhibits, Ms Abramopov.”

“Not at all, Ms Smith, or can I call you Jenny?  Unlike my other shows, I will not be a fixed exhibit, but I will be present and perform at all my showings.  I will be wearing this outfit and walking round the gallery.   I have particularly chosen to wear this cashmere jacket from Ralph Lauren coupled with a pair of JaneStyle latex pants from Bergman and Knightley, and a pair of Louboutin SoKate 120s.  I carry a matching shiny black Yves St Laurent handbag.  Each of the four items embody style, luxury and feminine sexuality.”

“I certainly love your pants and your heels,” said Jenny.

“They help me exude the mystery of the femme fatale or the Mistress.  They signify the allure and power of the Dominatrix and express the freedom and supremacy of women today in our continuing fight against the patriarchy.    I will also be wearing a BumbleBee Egg from Bergman and Knightley.” 

“An egg?”

“Yes, an egg.   A vibrating egg.  The egg will be timed to vibrate every thirty minutes for five minutes.”

“Won’t that be uncomfortable?”

“Not at all.  My art shows that it is the true route to pleasure.  In Gallery 1, I will masturbate ……”

“Masturbate!?” interrupted Jenny.

“Yes, masturbate.   Do not be shocked, Jenny.   It is an act as old as Eve.  Every hour, on the half hour, I will masturbate by rubbing my crotch while looking at the one of the pieces on display, pieces that show the female gaining satisfaction in the way that the Lunar Goddess intended.”

“These are the portfolio pieces, the photographs that you call …..”

“That I call ‘Cunt 1: Wet. All the girls that ever fucked and sodomised me.’’

“Isn’t that rather derivative of Emma Tracey’s work?”   

“Not at all.   With her “All the sissies that ever fucked me’, Emma is just being an exhibitionist.  There is no spirit or passion behind the work.  There is no message except Emma’s own self-absorbed fixations.  In ‘Cunt 1: Wet’, I am showing femininity as a source of power.  The lady is not being fucked by men. She is being penetrated by girls. Fucked by girls.  Sodomised by girls.  Girls with cocks.  Men as they should be if we all followed the Lunar Goddess: men feminised and serving the female as equals.  Men behaving as girls, succumbing to their own lusts and pleasures with their colleagues when the lady is not available.   Men performing an act that used to be illegal even in your enlightened country.   An act that conventional religion has condemned since antiquity and many counties still consider illegal.  In contrast, the Lunar Goddess endorses a source of please that brings equality and sharing between the sexes.  Men and women alike can partake of the same wonderful experience.  There is no stigma, only joy in such exchange and role reversal.  While observing ‘Cunt 1’,  I will masturbate while receiving anal stimulation from my BumbleBee in celebration of the ancient ways of bringing pleasure and equality.”

“Oh!” said Jenny, taken aback.   “I see.  Moving on, your second gallery, somewhat confusingly titled Gallery Zero, is simply a white space, empty except for a white sink and a white shelf with transparent glass jars.”

“Exactly.  It’s a deliberate contrast to Gallery 1. It’s why I call it Gallery Zero.  The empty space is an entirely new work, ‘Cunt 0: Absence of Cunt’.  In the same way that John Cage showed the hypocrisy of audiences and their oppression of musicians, I highlight the Patriarchy’s hypocrisy and oppression.   The empty white room’ of ‘Cunt 0’ represents the toilet where men retreat for their solitary pleasures.   Practising their self-abuse is an insult to women.  Adam will have masturbated when Eve was having her period before he learned to sodomise her.   Self-love excludes the love of others. It is exclusive rather than inclusive.  The Lunar Goddess believes in the love of all.  ‘Cunt 0’ is therefore intended to be a participative piece of art.   Male visitors will be invited to live out the stereotype of male corruption and become part of the show.  They can even contribute permanently to the display, should they choose, by adding to one of the jars.  All will be able to observe the wasted fertility and energy.   True performance art for the masses and their messes.”

“Gosh!   And will you perform in this space?”

“No.   It would destroy Cunt Zero’s message of  toxic masculinity.  I will stage my next performance and appearances in Gallery 2.   Every sixty minutes on the hour, I will put on a strapon and masturbate in front of the piece before me.”

“Masturbate?  A strapon?”

“Yes, I will stand and stroke the strapon while standing before my latest work.  In protest against the display in Gallery Zero and egregious masculine conduct, I will wank the cock to represent the degenerate, oppressive behaviour of the Patriarchy towards womankind.” 

“The controversial exhibit that you call …..”

“That I call, ‘Cunt 2: Dry Chastity.”

“And it’s with a live model, I understand.  Does she have a name?”

“Probably yes, but it that’s unimportant.   It’s the message the work sends that is important.”

“And that message is……?” asked a perplexed Jenny.

“That submission to the male is passé.  Subservience to the male is finished.   Women are liberated to live the lives we choose.  We are free to make choices but continue to be imprisoned by society’s straitjacket.  The piece symbolises a woman’s struggle to free herself from these bonds.  It symbolises devotion to the Lunar Goddess.  It demonstrates the highest form of feminine liberation: her preferred and chosen devotion is to me, the Artist, her creator and salvation, the owner of her debt.  While she is fastened to the wall, I, of course, am the true centrepiece of my expedition.  She is encased and helpless, while  I am free.   My strapon will squirt and ejaculate over the latex covering of ‘Cunt 2’ as I reach peak arousal from my BumbleBee.”

“And the title?” asked Jenny, still none the wiser.

“Her encasement in latex symbolises her perpetual struggle to free herself from her earthly constraints.  Her cunt is empty. Her arse is empty.  She can hear us now: her only hope is that I will release her and fuck her.”

“And the model understands this?”

“Of course.   What was important to me was that she be a professional.   A woman of intellect and beauty.  It is vital to the integrity of the piece.  If she had been a hired, willing model then the theme of removal of power would have been dulled.”

“And I am right in thinking that the same woman features in the photographs that make up the majority of the exhibit in ‘Cunt 1: Wet’ in Gallery One?”

“That is correct.”

“Is it important that it is the same woman?”

“Yes.   ‘Cunt 1’ is an expression of naïve freedom.   A woman may lead her life in the way she chooses.   But even within that freedom, she remains trapped within our expectations.  The women still receives.  She does not own or control the girls.   She submits to her own lustful desires.   She still serves and worships cock rather than the Lunar Goddess.  ‘Cunt 2’ shows her path to enlightenment and a maturity of purpose.  The absence of cock is liberating her to recognise her true female self.   It’s why it’s so important she can hear us talking now.” 

“So this is her choice?”

“Yes, but she has no option.   She has a debt to pay.  To go from a position of trust and strength, to being a mere item, a work of art admired for its beauty alone, is quite a thing.”

“So do you own her?”  

“In a sense yes.   She has a debt to pay.  A debt to pay for herself, a debt to pay for being a woman, a debt for yourself, a debt for all womankind who do not yet serve the Lunar Goddess.   A serious debt.  I own her debt.   I control her debt.  I am the salvation for her debt.  Her body is trapped in a latex vacuum with just enough air to breathe.  She knows her past misdeeds.   This is why she is chaste.  I, the Artist, decide that she be chaste.   You can see her writhe within her bonds, her cunt yearning for pleasure in her delicious cocoon but forever deprived.  Her arms imprisoned by her side not even allowing her to pleasure herself.  She will hear me when I masturbate my strapon in front of hear each hour.  I have the freedom she craves.   While paying her debt, she symbolises the deprivation and subservience that women have experienced through the ages.   Only by ascending the Gynarchy and serving the Lunar Goddess can she hope to escape her bonds.”

“I see,” said Jenny, still entirely baffled.   “And please tell me about Gallery Three.   I understand that it’s still being set up.”

“Yes, let’s walk through.  We are fortunate to have the piece on loan from a great friend of mine, Pamela Vantari.    It’s been shipped with the help of Bergman and Knightley who are also the Sponsors of this exhibition.   We have only just received delivery from Shanghai and have been uncrating, lubing and hydrating the exhibit this morning.”

“Hydrating?” queried Jenny looking at the shiny mannequin.

“Yes, hydrating.   There is a living boy inside the casing.”

“A boy!!?   And what do you call this exhibit?” asks a shocked Jenny.

“I call it ‘Cunt 3: Boy’.”

“And how does it fit with the theme of the Exhibition?  I note that the boy is wearing high heels,” queries Jenny, trying to move the interview to safer ground.

“It shows the future of mankind, by which I mean the future of masculine kind.   If we are to going to colonise the moon, colonise Mars, this is how the men must be.   We should go in peace.   Women do not create wars; Men create wars.    High heels are now longer a symbol of oppression but of liberation.   His heels show he has accepted his subservience and willingness to embrace his femininity.”

“And does the mannequin have a name.”

“Yes, but it has been lost.   Deliberately lost.   Forever, he will be ‘Cunt 3’.   The man of the future.”

“And will you be performing in Gallery 3.”

“Yes, but only after the Gallery has closed.   ‘Cunt’ is intended to fuel visitors’ minds and imaginations and provide them with a future vision.  Visitors will be able to meditate on what I do with ‘Cunt 2’ and ‘Cunt 3’ after the Gallery has closed each evening.   A select group of my Sponsors will join me as we celebrate the Lunar Goddess.”

“Thank you, Ms Abramopov.   That has been most enlightening.  I’m sure our readers will be interested to learn about ‘Cunt’ in our next edition.”

“Not at all my dear.   Here, take my card.  Do you have a telephone number?  I will be having an evening soirée after the Official Opening with drinks and a private of tour of the gallery.    You will get the chance to ‘meet’ the exhibits in person.   I do hope you will be able to join us.   Or perhaps you’d like to stay on now?  We can talk some more and maybe you’d like to come back to my apartment after we’ve settled ‘Cunt 3’?   I already have plans for ‘Cunt 4’.”

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Hi Everyone

   Quick one before we start. This is the last round up for 2 weeks, I'll be back here on Wednesday from September. 

It's purely a time thing.

I will still be here Monday and Friday.

However, by the time I get back things will have really built up.

  In the meantime.

The shiny lens has caught Susanna Reid in its gaze before, thay flirty smile, those strokes of her hair, that knowing look in her eyes, told me she was hiding something. 

Well finally the lens locked on and.

So what I hear you say, we have seen this before and some of us would love Kate to join her. (For our overseas readers, that's Kate Garraway on the left). But what if there was more.....what if we have............. the video?!?!?

   Scroll to the bottom if you dare..............

Wait.... save that as a treat,  before you scroll off, we have lot's more to get through.

2 examples of the delights of travelling alone. However is she having second thoughts, was this all a step too far

Now the moment has arrived, the eye contact, the smiles, the innocent flirting, surely she had expected this...hadn't she?

Our friend Amber brings us these images of Andy and Jane as the Latex awards, where Andy was presenting the award to B&K Maids for service provider of the year.

Funnily enough Rhys and Sofia were there on the same night.

For those who have no idea who these two are you need to pop over to the Patreon

Now then

  I had been waiting until this show was broadcast over here before I posted anything about Maura Higgins on Traitors US.

  Fortunately for us Skinnie S has presented us with this amazing clip of her in the most stunning of Latex outfits.

 Wanna make an impression...here's how

Here are 3 very cute images from our friend Sissy Dani

In preparation for Bergman & Knightley's new ad campaign, Andy goes blonde! (Only his hairdresser--and Aunt Jane--know for sure!)

Saw a video of a woman walking in heels on a treadmill and had this inspiration for Andy's daily exercise:

"Office girl" scenarios  are some of my faves (I even came up with the term "sex-retary" to describe them), so here's Aunt Jame introducing Andy to his new job in her organisation

And now for the time being anyway (we hope) the final part of Skinnie Stallions amazing Office Politics story.

12. Professional as ever

Did he but know it, Owen was quickly becoming a lynchpin in Claudia Bramley’s special projects group.  Without effective financing, the group would not be able to function.  The fact that Owen was oblivious to what he was doing was an obvious plus point.  The absence of an enquiring mind continued to surprise and delight Claudia.   Owen also had a profound work ethic, no doubt engrained in him by his mother.   If he ever seemed tired and needing motivation, Claudia simply needed to dangle the prospect of a few hours with Geoffrey as a reward for successful completion of an assignment.

‘Follow the money’ is a standard investigative procedure coined by Watergate’s Deepthroat.   Tracking money flows can reveal a network of nefarious activity.   Fortunately no-one in Interpol or the intelligence services has seen the need to explore the workings of The B&K Temping Agency or to recognise the better axiom of ‘Follow the sissy’.   But then intelligence would be the last thing anyone would expect in B&K Temping’s special agent and very own ‘Deeptongue’.   In Owen they might find a buttplug most always, a mouthful of clit quite often, a strapon on occasion, a cock if he is lucky, but never intelligence.

Claudia Bramley is careful to select finance companies with female principals who are likely to be susceptible to Owen’s charms.   This month she has sent Owen to build relationships with AXON Global.   AXON has finance affiliates in Caribbean tax havens as well as close links with local legal practices.  The Caribbean will provide Bergman and Knightley with a significant stepping stone into potentially lucrative South America markets as well as presenting a new route into the lower states of the US.

It doesn’t take Owen long to work his magic.   He’s going up in the world and  quickly gains access to all areas.   The beauty of using Owen is that nothing can be intercepted.  There’s no need for emails, letters or phone calls when you have Owen as a go-between.  Nothing need be written down or recorded.   Claudia knows that no-one will suspect a pretty, but (sorry Owen) thick as pig shit Office Sissy.  Looks can deceive.  Despite little between the ears, they won't know he has the virtue of being able to remember short, coded messages especially if they rhyme.   

AXON is quite comfortable providing letters of credit and escrow accounts for Brunnings and Keenan, or whatever registered shell company Claudia has set up for this venture.   All Owen has to do is transfer the details.   It can take a while for Owen to remember the message.   It has to be rammed into him.   It can take a while before Owen gets the rhythm and is able to chant it back.  Owen loves these teach-in sessions.   Maybe he’s a slow learner for a reason.   Perhaps he’s cleverer than we give him credit for.

Today he’s with Isabel Noren, AXON’s lawyer.   She needs to finalise some details with Claudia Bramley.   After the Panama Papers and given the sensitive nature of Bergman and Knightley’s shadow operations , it’s far too important to entrust to normal mail services.   Owen is naturally the preferred route.   Owen’s been finding that Ms Noren wants a lot of his time even when there aren't any messages to convey.   Ms Bramley tells him not to worry since it helps establish his cover story.  Cover story?   Owen doesn’t understand.   He simply thinks that Ms Noren likes fucking him.   He certainly likes her fucking him.

Today is just another cover session.   “Thank you Owen.  That was most professional, as ever,” says Ms Noren after Owen’s finished giving her another licking out.

“You are welcome Ms Noren.  Please may I be excused to the bathroom.”   Owen feels desperate.   Not only does he need a pee after spending an hour beneath her desk but he’s also got a massive hard-on.  Ms Noren had work to do and hasn’t fucked him which has left him on edge.   He leans forward trying to hide the errant bulge in his skirt.  He wishes he’d tucked.   He should have remembered that she only fucks him after hours or at weekends when the office is quiet.    

“Of course, just let me know if you need a hand.”

"That would be very helpful Ms Noren.  Because of the new law, I still get some looks when I use the ladies bathroom so it helps if someone from management takes me there."

"I understand, Owen.  I don't think some of our more junior staff really appreciate the role of Office Sissy.   They will of course, in time.  Sorry, if they're unprofessional.   At the moment, they only pay lip service to AXON being an equal opportunities employer."

"Thank you so much, Ms Noren," said a surprised Owen, misunderstanding, as ever, what the executive  was saying, "some lip service would be lovely.   It's been so long.........." 

"Don't get ahead of yourself, sissy boy.  A helping hand was all I was offering."

"That would still be very nice, thank you."   Provided Ms Noren had time and  even if he didn’t get sucked, Owen was looking forward to her giving him nice slow wank in one of the Ladies’ cubicles.  He could always grind on his Hummingbird and dream of Geoffrey.  Perhaps he can practise that rhyme with each jerky stroke she gives him.

13. Office Politics: In-flight Entertainment

If Owen had thought, he would have realised that Ms Bramley’s offer of a trip to Miami would come with strings attached.   He was looking forward to a few days of sun and sand or just relaxing by the pool to recuperate after his boob job. He was proud of his two new puppies and wanted to pamper them.   He’d heard about some the clubs in Miami and thought they would provide a perfect playground to show them off.

Fortunately, Ms Bramley knows that one of the great virtues of her pretty Office Sissy, the crowning jewel of The B&K Temping Agency, is that he doesn’t think very deeply.   It’s his special talent.   And with his new breasts, he’s got even more to offer.   They’re her reward to him for performing so well since becoming a full-time B&K Boy in her special group.

B&K’s Caribbean operation has been growing rapidly in the last few months, helped significantly by Owen.   Financing the expansion has presented few difficulties thanks to his strenuous efforts with AXON.   The remarkable growth in the Caribbean has prompted Bergman’s senior management to pivot away from Latin America towards more a lucrative markets.   Cruise liners have proved fertile ground for both for hire and sales of B&K Boys.  Lots of widowed ladies appreciate having a companion for their cruise, especially one they can take home with them afterwards.   And it’s not just single ladies.  Older couples find a B&K Boy can bring back that extra bit of sparkle, while honeymoon couples find that a B&K Boy can cater for all tastes in a marriage and not just in the kitchen.    

Business is so good that it’s required an expansion of recruitment and B&K training facilities in the UK.  Tempting as it might be for B&K to open up supply by introducing cheaper Latin American sissies, US customers prefer a British Sissy with impeccable manners and a loveable accent.   It also means B&K can avoid imitations and maintain prices.  Counterfeit B&K Boys have already become a serious problem on the internet.   Cheap Chinese sissies may be available but they tend to be unwilling Incels exported by the Chinese government to relieve their growing domestic pressures.  Customers prefer the authentic and readily distinguishable article from B&K UK: a British B&K Boy is always eager to please.

And there is no B&K Boy more authentic than Owen, boobs notwithstanding.   Claudia allowed him a few weeks at the B&K Health Spa to recuperate after his surgery and for  deportment training in how to walk properly with his new front loading.  He’s also been given some extra padding in his bum so he can now really wiggle.   A strict diet and exercise helped Owen’s new figure to develop its own natural curves while scarring and soreness diminished.  Waiting a few weeks also means that he’s safe to fly.   She wouldn’t want anything untoward happening to her prize asset.

Owen finds he’s not flying as a passenger to Miami but as a temporary member of cabin crew.   B&K Air may not yet rival SlickAir as a prestige carrier, but it knows how to turn on the style for valued customers or business partners.   Over the last few days, B&K’s managment in London has been entertaining Kassidy Dallas, an entrepreneur skilled in supplying talent to fashionable Florida resorts like Sarsaparilla and Mor-o-labia.  A private flight back is the least B&K can provide, especially when Claudia has placed Owen aboard and ready to give his fun bags an excursion.

“Ms Dallas, this is Owen, your personal hostess.   We hope you enjoy your flight,’ says the Pilot.

“Ah, so this is the famous British Sissy I have heard so much about.  Quite a girl, ain’t she?”

“Yes, Ms Dallas.   He’s here for your exclusive use.  Anything you need, he’ll be on hand to serve you.   Won't you Owen?’

“Oooh, can I sit on your hand, please?” asks silly Owen to Kassidy’s surprise. 

“Wait until we’re airborne, Owen,” interjects the Second Officer.  “I’m sorry Ms Dallas, he is new to carbon crew duties but very keen, as you can see.   She turns to Owen: “Remember Owen, these are separate seat aisles.   You’ll have to sit on the arm of Ms Dallas’ chair or bend over in the aisle if you want that, but your priority is catering for Ms Dallas’ needs not your own.   When we’re airborne, you may want to show Ms Dallas how her seat reclines and can be made up into a bed.”

“Yes, Second Officer,” says a slightly crestfallen Owen.   He’s not used to taking instructions like that.

“Don’t worry, Owen,” says Kassidy in a reassuring slow southern drawl, “Ah’m sure you an’ I are gonna get along jus’ fine.  Jus’ fine.   Now what’s a southern gal gotta do to git a drink round here before you an’ me takes off.”

Oh how we hope for more from Owen and the ladies.

But wait, did I not promise something to send me off on my summer break in style.

Good morning Britain, this is the news

It's a shame we could not get the sound up on it but the shiny Lens only works on image,but our lip readers here believe Kate was trying to convince Susanna to stand up and show the viewers the rest of the outfit.

  You can tell by Susanna's hesitation that she was not too sure about that. It's that tell-tale pause and the way she is looking at the monitor just off screen that give away her mixture of uncertainty and excitement.

  Kates reaction when she does stand up says it all, she is just so amazed at her friend and colleagues bravery ,but little does she know, that final little look off screen from Susanna hints that she has a surprise in mind for Kate 

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