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Happy Wednesday my Friends

Some of you have asked where you can send your favourite Christeen pics for Fridays. Well just email me at sweetandylatex@gmail.com and I'll post what I can.

Thank you XXX

Now here are a few treats to see you all over that midweek hump. 

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First off, Happy Birthday Blog legend Amanda Holden, get this, she is 55, I mean that is insane ,she is amazing.

I am a great lover of winter sports having had lots of chance to ski when I lived in France,So watching the olympics has been fun,especially when in the hands of the adorable, 4 times olympian, Chemmy Alcott.

How do we move on from that, well we can always rely on Kitka to take us out of this world to where Mars Needs Sissies.

Loving those, Thanks Kit   XX

Now, following yesterdays delightful sight of  Sally Nugent

 (as mentioned by Kitka, see this ain't just thrown together)  

in a gorgeous brown leather skirt, complete with thigh high slit,

 something told me that I needed to take a wee peak through the shiny lens at a couple of recently released pics of my favourite Breakfast presenter and yep, I was right. 

There is a giddiness about Sally in the first one that makes her excited disbelief at wearing latex clear 

I think they are beautiful portraits of a fun lady

It would not be Wednesday without a a travelling Alone story,This time a work trip becomes something thrilling,with a simple invitation.

    

Tune in next week for the second part

Here is comes folks. 

The final part ( Only for now we hope) of Mistress LeatherBeths brilliantly imaginative story of Village life.

 This is superb and I thank Mistress Leather Beth for her time and talents.

Read On

More Fun In The Village

Chapter 5

Mayfield was famously partial to Polo mints, to the extent that Mr Choudhury made sure that he kept the village shop well stocked up at all times. However, Mayfield had overlooked to make a purchase during his earlier visit to the shop, and was strolling back in that direction to ensure that he didn’t run out. It then dawned on him that he hadn’t received any messages so far today.

At the moment that Mr Choudhury saw him approaching, and picked up a ten pack in readiness, he noticed Mayfield stop and withdraw his phone from his inside pocket. He then began tapping briskly. There it was. Settings, notifications. Somehow, the switch had toggled into the off position. Tap. A couple of seconds later the first ‘ting’ rang out, drawing his attention to a message from Alice on the Parish WhatsApp group. Prayers were solicited for Mayfield, and everyone was informed that she would be taking services until further notice. The coming Sunday’s scripture readings were listed. Alice was so efficient. Mayfield couldn’t help thinking that promotion to her own Parish would come quite soon. She hadn’t been to visit him yet, but the work she’d done was just as valuable. She’d be along in the next few hours.

Mr Choudhury stepped outside and wrapped Mayfield’s free hand around the Polos. He liked Mayfield. Everyone liked Mayfield, even the small number who’d expected him to condemn Andy - and they’d now seen the error of their ways. Mayfield tried to locate the pocket containing his small change with his third hand, but Mr Choudhury, with wave and head shake, made it clear that the Polos were on the house.

“The least I can do in your predicament,” he said.

Mayfield barely had time to express his thanks; he realised that messages and texts were accumulating. The next was from Bishop Karen who, in addition to her version of all the kind words that were pouring in, was advising him that he needn’t, for the time being, worry about the committee he was due to vice-chair.

Almost everyone in the village, attending or otherwise, was being very kind electronically. Mayfield was close to being overwhelmed.

Back at the Hall Jane and Siobhan were enjoying pre-lunch glasses of Pinot Grigio when Jane had a light bulb moment, and left the room. It only took her a couple of minutes to locate Martina and Jessica in the Kitchen. The snogging was quite heavy, but it Was merely snogging.

“Martina, dear,” she said, “it’s occurred to me that you should pop home as soon as possible and collect your bag, complete with all your ‘special’ items. The sooner we get you set up here at the Hall, the better.”

“I’d need a lift, Lady Jane,” said Martina, “as well as clearing matters with Derek.”

“Indeed. I’ll speak to Derek. But Siobhan and I have had, shall we say, a little wine tasting session here, so I don’t think that she or I are in a proper state, and Tori said something about she and Jessica popping back to Mayfield Court for their luggage. I’ll see if Kat can do us a favour.”

Jane reached for her phone. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause.

“Hello.”

“Hello. Kat? It’s Jane. I was wondering if you could do us a favour.”

“If I can.”

“It’s Martin. I know that nothing happening in the village escapes you, so you’ll be aware that he’ll be staying with us for a few weeks, and we’ll be helping with his feminisation. We were looking for someone to take him home this afternoon to help pick up his bag, his make up, lingerie, etc.”

“I’m sorry, Jane, but I’ve just started my shift. But Jojo isn’t on duty. I’m sure she’d be happy to help.”

“Really?” said Jane. “I didn’t realise that Jojo could drive.”

“Oh, yes. She passed her test a couple of weeks ago.”

“Do give her my congratulations,” said Jane. “Anyway, it’s a twenty minute journey roughly, so if she can pick Martin up from here at the Hall in about a quarter of an hour, we should be fine.”

“No problem,” said Kat, and hung up.

At that moment Martin returned from clearing matters with Derek.

“Right,” Jane said, “Jojo will pick you up in a quarter of an hour.”

Martina nodded, and then rang his mother.

“How are you, dear,” she said as she answered the phone.

Martina explained about having to stay in the village for two or three weeks. She then paused before saying, “Mum, I’ll need my blue bag as well.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” said his mother.

Still wearing his work clothes, Martin was quite nervous as he approached the Nissan.

Jojo leaned across and unlocked the passenger door, and as it opened, Martin feasted on the site of Jojo’s pants, smooth, tight, glossy black leather (with a hint of camel toe?), together with her Juvia Drama Queen lipstick, Charlotte Tilbury chocolate bronze shadow and combat boots. 

“How are you doing, Martina?” asked Jojo.

“Erm, yes, thanks, yes,” said Martina. “Good.”

“Relax,” smiled Jojo, “we’re all girls together. By the way, how long have you been a femboi?”

”Me? Oh, er, I was fifteen when my mother caught me in her baby blue satin lingerie.”

“Her reaction?”

“It was weird. The word she used was delighted!”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” said Jojo, “it’s always lovely when Mummy is happy when her son wants to be her daughter. I was lucky in that way, too.”

“And your girlfriend? I hear she’s quite popular in the village.”

“Kat? O, yes. Everyone loves her. And she’s the best thing that could have happened to me. And the feeling’s mutual. How about you?”

“Me? Oh, well, in the last few hours I seem to have acquired Jessica, and she’s acquired a need for my cock.”

“Really? Do fill me in.”

And with that, Jojo and Martina settled into a fem-boi-girl chat as they proceeded on their way to pick up Martin’s luggage and Martina’s equipment.

As the Nissan was leaving for Martin’s house, Tori was speaking to Jessica.

“Jessica, dear, if we’re going to stay here for several days, helping to care for my brother, we’re going to need to expand our wardrobe, etc. I’ve phoned Mrs Tucker and let her know what we’ll need. She’ll pack for us and have it ready, so the round trip to Mayfield Court will only take a little more than a couple of hours. It’ll be OK. I’ve not had a drink, and in Martina’s absence it’s not as though you’ll have a ‘playmate’ until she’s back. You’ll need to stay here as I’ll be strapping luggage behind me. So here,” she said, handing over a box to Jessica, “you can have a session of dildo fun.” 

With that, some ten minutes later, the Royal Enfield was heading north at a good lick.

All this time, Andy and Will had been indulging in a little afternoon delight. Will asked Andy, “have you had any ideas of how to help Martina?”

“Nothing specific,” said Andy. “I was hoping that Kerry might have one of two ideas. She’s still at the Grange, so we could get her to come round when she’s finished her meeting with George Cooper.”

“Good thinking, said Andy. I’ll ring her.”

“Tap. Tap. Tap, Click.”

“Thith ith the Grange. May I be of athithtanth?”

“Belinda? It’s Andy. Is Kerry still with you? We’d rather like a chat with her.”

“Ah, good afternoon, Mitth Andy. I’ll path on a methage. We’ll be finithing our dithcouthionth in a few minuteth. The thaid the would be returning to the Hall thith afternoon, tho the thould be with you in a half hour or tho.”

“Thank you very much, Belinda,” said Andy, “and give our regards to Lady Magdalena.”

“You’re motht welcome, Mith.”

 

Siobhan ended the call, and began thinking. Misty (Nurse Emma Carter)’s call had been quite emotional. Misty desperately wanted to continue to be a ponygirl. Her enthusiasm for ponyplay was borderline extreme. Siobhan’s explanation that the stables’ landlord was a close crony of Clive Horrabin, and would be unwilling to give Siobhan, or any woman, access to the Stables premises, or the slightest possibility to take over, simply didn’t register with Misty. Siobhan was at a loss.

The Nissan pulled up outside Martina’s house. As Martina was getting out, Jojo was surprised to be invited inside.

“Mum!”

A blonde Milf in a classy a-line burgundy leather skirt descended the stairs.

“Martina, dear,” she said.

Martina turned to Jojo. “This is my Mum, Laura. Mum, this is Jojo. She lives in the village where I’ll be staying for work for the next two or three weeks.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Jojo. And we’re very grateful to you and everyone else who’s helping Martina to achieve her ambition.”

“Our pleasure,” said Jojo.

Martina picked up a small suitcase and a large holdall from behind the front door and, after a hug from his Mother, she and Jojo returned to the Nissan, and they set off back. It had been a long day, and it was past meal time.

A couple of minutes later he received another text, this one from Tori. Apparently the regular odd job man, who dealt with maintenance at Mayfield Court, had handed in his notice, and Mrs Tucker (apparently Tori’s Housekeeper) was enquiring about advertising the vacancy. Tori had wondered whether Martina might be interested, and had pointed out that it might regularly involve working alongside Jessica. ‘What should I do?’, wondered Martina.

A couple of minutes later, Martin received a text from Derek. Apparently the dehumidifiers had been delivered to the vicarage. Derek’s message proceeded to give Martin the necessary instructions. These seemed quite straightforward, and Martin looked forward to plenty of time as Martina, and fun with Jessica.

“Auntie,” said Andy, “can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Andy dear,” she replied. “What is it about?”

“It’s to do with Mayfield,” said Andy.

“What about Mayfield?”

“Are you and he ever going to get together? It’s quite obvious that he’s besotted, and we all know how fond you are of him.”

“Andy! That’s rather personal!”

“Have a word with Kat, then. Several weeks ago, she spoke to Mayfield on the same subject.”

“Really?”

“Yes. So, what are you going do? Anything?”

“Andy. This isn’t like you.”

A sheepish Andy replied, “It just seems such a waste, for both of you.”

Jane stood up and strode around the room for a couple of minutes before saying, “Andy, you have to understand. Mayfield is such a quiet, private, shy individual. For me to go steaming in would be the worst possible course of action.”

“So that means never?” asked Andy.

“Never say never,” said Jane.

So there, for the time being, we are.

Will Chloë return to her job at HotHouse, or become a full time dungeon resident?

What ideas, if any, will Andy and Kerry come up with for Martina? 

Will Siobhan find a way around the problem of ponygirl misogyny?

Does Martina take the job?

How will the vicarage repairs come along?

And the number one question. What happens with Jane and Mayfield?

Maybe some (all?) of these questions will be answered sooner rather than later...............

To be continued WE HOPE

XXX

Andy

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  I am going to take this brief opportunity to have a little catch-up.

Mostly because I want to share with you then final part of Mistress Leather Beth's superb story, plus mark a very special anniversary.

    First up, direct  https://www.instagram.com/houseofiris.official/   a new clip has been released by Lady Janes arch Nemesis.

   

    Next, breakfast tv viewers in the UK were given a treat when gorgeous Good Morning Britain weather presenter Laura Tobin rocked out top to toe in leather at the Bon Jovi event in London.

Not sure about the footwear though

And now for that special anniversary. can it be possible, but it is 26 years since my mind was blown by the sight of my favourite band Steps in Latex. My fascination for the shiny side of life was just growing and then before me was my favourite band in these amazing latex uniform. Claire has always been my favourite, but Lisa looked really really cute.

  Steps have been the soundtrack to some amazing times and the girls were never shy of Leather or vinyl, but never again have they worn Latex.

  Here's the official dance break music video for the song. Look how cute Lisa looks, shaking the sweat from the sleeves of her jacket and how sweetly nervous Claire, far right, looks. If you can, watch it in 4K for all that Latex shine.

   

Now the main evernt, the final part (for now) of Mistress LeatherBeth's superb story.

As I have said before, there will be art for this at a later date once I have completed the backlog of Andy and Aunt Jane art I have on my board (Plus a big chunk of real life work too).

  Sit back and enjoy and Thank you so much Mistress Leather Beth for allowing me to share this on our blog. I am immensely honoured and grateful

XXX

Andy

The Story So Far:-

This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse. We began with Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.

The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.

The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper.

Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’s just come out as gay, and has been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ has piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly, is the daughter of Madam Cropper, who is a principal of The Sisterhood (and therefore no friend of Jane or Andy). Kelly has been brought up within The Sisterhood, and her ambition is to qualify as a Mistress by finding her own boy to feminise. In the meantime, Kelly has been mentoring Leanne, and has also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies. In addition to Chris’ mother, Charlie, there’s Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he has also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, while Chris, involved in some business deal, moved away. Amongst the others is Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper. Steph has inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she will be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who have accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.

MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY

By

Mistress Leather Beth

Chapter 5

I’d like to say that Kerry’s plan worked like clockwork, with the RCF and their auxiliaries taking Bianca by surprise in a perfectly executed pincer movement. I really would like to say that. Unfortunately, I’d be lying.

You see, the RCF, whilst being stunningly attractive and hot in the extreme, were not trained, and certainly not dressed, to deal with someone with Bianca’s experience and skills.

Some twenty minutes later, the X7 drove up the drive and turned left, southwards along Elbow Lane. A couple of minutes later, the two litre Miata, Kerry, turned north. Then another Miata, Kelly, went south and then west, and finally the Nissan, Kat, Chloe and JoJo, north then west.

Bianca smiled mirthlessly and thought to herself, ‘nice try, girls, but you’re fooling no one. You really think I’m stupid enough to go up to the house?’ She relocated the Sandero a little closer to Elbow Lane, quickly dismantled the tent and stowed it in the boot, and then settled back to deal with what she laughingly thought of as ‘the cunning plan.’

You see, while Kerry’s plan was based on a couple of rough sketch maps, Bianca had had both a full set of local OS maps, and several days to scout the local area for miles around and apply her Army training to the situation, noting the lanes and paths, but also the hedges, fences, ditches; everything down to the last strand of barbed wire.

Some twelve minutes later a sweep with the powerful SAS binoculars showed a lane a half mile away, with a Miata and the X7, having arrived from opposite directions, now arguing as to who should reverse to let the other through.

A short time after that, Bianca got her first indication of a precise location as Kat’s voice, never subtle, carried from a nearby field through the still air, calling some other member of her party a ‘*****’’, a ‘!!!!!!!!!!!’ and a ‘<><><><><>’. The Miata appeared to have been abandoned, as did the X7, although in truth Chris and Anton were both aboard, with a reluctant Jane.

A matter of a few minutes observation confirmed to Bianca that everything was going according to plan. Whilst the RCF and co knew where Bianca’s camp was, getting their acts together and into positions surrounding her just wasn’t happening. Far from it. It was Bianca who took the Sandero through the trees and around.

Say what you will, but Bianca’s manoeuvring over the next few minutes was a lesson in planning and tactical driving and, quite against their wills, the RCF and their auxiliaries found themselves gradually retreating in the direction of the camp; a hedge here, a ditch there, everything seemed to impede or redirect their progress.

Then Bianca suddenly saw an opportunity. Lieutenant Colonel Watson was temporarily un-accompanied and immobile. Ceremonial spurs aren’t really intended to be worn in undergrowth, and Andy’s had got tangled in some ivy. The regulation issue RCF dagger was more a thing of beauty than function. Consequently it was taking time to free himself. The Dacia screeched to a halt a matter of feet away and Bianca made a lunge. With Andy in custody, Bianca would have power over Jane.

“Andy!” screamed Jane, who had seen Andy’s predicament. Chris and Anton were unfamiliar with Jane’s deviousness. When she had requested that the window be wound down, she had claimed it was for fresh air. But at this moment she dived through the window, performed a forward roll and was away across the field with no other thought in her head than to rescue Andy.

We are all admirers of Jane, of her style and her sophistication. But her athleticism has never been mentioned before. But the speed she made through the rough grass in Freddys and LouBous was a sight to behold. For about ten seconds, anyway. At which point she went full length, allowing Chris and Anton to catch up with her. Realising that dragging her, struggling, back to the X7 was out of the question, they got her to agree to secreting themselves behind a large bush, with the promise that, if the RCF required assistance, they could all join in.

Leanne had been disappointed with her lack of involvement in the excitement so far. She’d spotted the occasional shape through the trees, and had realised that the lie of the land, combined with the to-ing and fro-ing of the Sandero on the outskirts, was resulting in a general drift towards Bianca’s camp, but she couldn’t quite think what to do. Oh, what was that? Not silence, but a lack of engine noise. Instinctively, Leanne dropped.

At the sight of Bianca, Andy made a last heave and tore himself free of the ivy, doing his best to evade Bianca’s lunge. It was at this point that Leanne saw her opportunity. She rolled into Bianca from behind, ensuring that Bianca’s knee was painfully twisted.

Andy, Kerry and JoJo were the others nearest to the villain, and Kerry almost strutted across to reach her first, using a toe to roll Bianca over, with the idea of, perhaps, applying the sole of her boot to Bianca’s neck in an act of triumph. Sadly, the RCF hadn’t learned from Bianca’s previous actions. She lunged, and grabbed Kerry’s toe and 12cm heel, and gave them a twist, causing the Security Officer to crumple to the ground as Bianca had. She then leapt up and grabbed Andy once more, pinioning the Lieutenant-Colonel’s arms. They then made their way, limping, towards the Sandero.

However, progress came to a sudden halt. JoJo had also studied Polly Evans’ YouTube channel. Using skills picked up there, JoJo produced a lasso from around her waist. A couple of spins, a throw, and Bianca and Andy were roped together. Yet still Bianca wasn’t beaten. In the split second after the loop had dropped over their heads but before it was fully tightened, she has opened her elbows; only slightly, but enough for her to be able wriggle loose, still in control of Andy.

With Kerry still on the ground with a twisted ankle, Bianca made her way into the trees to the Dacia. A few seconds to truss Andy with JoJo’s lasso, and he was thrown onto the back seat. The engine started and Bianca was picking up speed.

Then suddenly, just as it appeared that Bianca was going to escape, there was a roar as a Royal Enfield Super Meteor 650 appeared from the trees a hundred metres away on the left, and charged head on straight at the Sandero. A screech of brakes, a wild swerve, and the Dacia wrapped itself round a large oak tree.

The motorcycle rider came to a halt as some of the others ran up, wondering as to the identity of the black-leathered rider who was casually removing a helmet, also black, which she handed to the latex maid on the pillion.

“I hope you don’t mind me joining in,” said Tori, loosening the front zip of her leathers a few centimetres, revealing the leather corset underneath as she shook her hair loose. 

“Tori! What’s going on?” shouted Jane, who had stripped off her LouBous in order to get to Andy, carrying one in each hand.

“I’ll explain in due course. Let’s see to Bianca!”

The Sandero’s impact on the tree had been more than hard enough to leave Bianca temporarily concussed, though Andy was uninjured in the back, and it was the work of a few seconds to remove the safety belt and attach Bianca’s wrists and knees to the steering column, using JoJo’s rope. From that position Bianca’s ankles were tightly restrained, allowing her to be released from the steering column and deposited, blindfolded, behind the rear seat of the X7, leaving her to slowly come round.

They finally assembled in the Mayfield Court kitchen, around the large table. There had been quite a few minutes delay as the RCF has squabbled, in friendly fashion, over the facilities for sorting out their makeup. But finally they were ready. Tori had brought in her laptop and Kelly was setting up the video call to her mother.

Meanwhile Bianca, attached to a kitchen chair by not only JoJo’s full supply of rope, but also a set of leather cuffs which Tori had acquired for Jessica, was growling and cursing through a ball gag. As far as she was concerned she couldn’t wait to speak to Madam Cropper. Madam would ensure that not only was she released, but that Jane and Andy would be handed over into her custody, for delivery to Madam.

“There we are,” said Kelly. The laptop screen had sprung to life. However, for several seconds it seemed almost entirely occupied by someone’s left nostril.

“Hello? Hello?” said Madam, who had backed away from her webcam. “Kelly? What’s this all about?”

“We’ve located Bianca, Mother.”

“Oh, have you? Just let me have a word with her.”

Kelly pulled the gag from Bianca’s mouth while rotating the laptop to face the prisoner.

“Madam! At last! Can you tell these…”

“Bianca, dear,” said Madam, almost sweetly, but then followed up with a staccato, steely edged “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You. Stupid. Bitch!”

“Madam, I don’t understand. I…”

“You don’t understand? Then I’ll make it simple for you. You are not my avenging angel, and I don’t want you interfering in my affairs, or those of The Sisterhood. Do you hear? In fact, I want no future dealings with you; you are an embarrassment, in addition to being a pain in the arse.”

Bianca was stunned. “But Madam… Lady Jane…”

“Lady Jane is none of your business. What is she?”

“Madam…,”

“I repeat, what is she?”

“None of my business, Madam,” muttered Bianca.”

“And what is Andy.”

“None of my business?”

“Well done. Now there’s only one thing left for you to do for me.”

“Yes, Madam?” said Bianca, almost hopefully.

“Bianca. Please do me the favour of fucking off.”

Bianca’s reply was so quiet that nobody heard it. She slumped forward, in silence.

As the sun began to sink that evening, Jane joined Tori in the still-warm West Garden to share Mrs Tucker’s lemonade. After an appreciative sip and a few seconds silence, she said, “OK, Tori. I think it’s about time you explained.” Tori tugged at her boots, smoothing the top six inches or so up her thighs and Freddys, took a breath, and began.

“I suppose you could call it an early mid life crisis, would you believe? I love Mayfield Court and the time I spend here. But my business activities, and my functional flat in London, don’t ring my bell. I have an active social life, and lots of ‘friends,’ but no one at all close. I’d been thinking more and more that I almost needed an alternative personality, a secret life.

“That’s when I had the idea of the bike. I had a biker boyfriend when I was a student, so I’d spent hours on a pillion, but I found myself wanting a bike of my own. The speed, the excitement.

“In due course I took delivery, and I spent hours around the House grounds, practising before my test. Then about four weeks ago I lost control coming down the drive, and twisted my knee. Fortunately, Mrs Tucker witnessed my prang, and came to my assistance. She’s had medical training, and was able to patch me up. It was painful, but nothing serious.”

“Wait a minute,” said Jane, “you hurt your knee playing tennis, surely?”

“Erm, no. That’s just what we told Mayfield. I love him dearly, but can you imagine his reaction to a 650cc Royal Enfield Super Meteor? He’d try to forbid!” Tori smiled. “Anyway, in a week or so, two at most, I’ll be 100%. I’ll take my tests and leave the Audi for occasional use.”

“So, bike, new wardrobe, new pet maid. Mayfield is in for a surprise or two,” said Jane.

“Oh, I think I’ll be able to talk him round,” smiled Tori.

Within a couple of hours of her showdown with Madam Cropper all trace of Bianca’s camp had vanished, and Steph had received a message from her severing their relationship. Steph, ever the slut, simply shrugged. Come day; Go day.

It was the end of the following week, and people were making their arrangements to leave. Everyone (Jane most of all?) had been disappointed that Mayfield had been unable to join them, but Bishop Karen had made it quite clear that the new Committee to which Mayfield had been appointed Vice-Chair at Synod needed to be up and running as soon as possible, so no R’n’R for Mayfield.

Now that her bonus had hit the bank and cleared, Kerry was considering what she would do with the remaining few weeks of her leave. Several of those days would involve shopping for a new car, but as yet she hadn’t come up with any specific ideas. Apart from lots (and lots) of sex.

“Jessica, dear.”

“Yes, Madam?”

Tori had to admit that she got quite a thrill from being referred to as ‘Madam’ by her sweet maid. “Jessica, dear, I’ve spoken to your mother.”

“I understand, Madam.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to leave Mayfield Court, and I accepted that you would inform my mother that I would be returning to her or to The Sisterhood. It’s just that I’ve been so happy here…”

“And Mrs Tucker and I have been so happy to have you with us, which is why I’ve spoken to your mother and to Madam Cropper, and we’ve come to an arrangement where you are welcome to remain and become part of the Mayfield Court family. Your mother is delighted with you acquiring for yourself a position as a maid, and Madam Cropper is simply pleased to have been paid.”

Jessica was stunned. “Really, Madam? Really? I don’t know what to say.”

“So, you’re happy with the prospect of assisting Mrs Tucker and the other staff around the house, and of serving me in the bedroom? And we’ll get you the necessary leathers so that you can accompany me on the bike.”

“Of course. It would make me the happiest sissy in the world. There’s just one thing, though.”

“Oh, what’s that?” asked Tori.

“Please promise that you won’t return the crop to the tack room, Madam.”

I wouldn’t dream of it,” said Tori.

As the Nissan turned at the end of the drive, Chloe took out her phone and messaged her mother.

‘I was wondering if you were still in contact with Master Karl and Mistress Debbie.’

‘Yes. Do you want them to train you after all?’

‘Not as such, but a weekend in their dungeon might be fun.’

‘I’ll let them know.’

“Chris!”

“Kelly, what can I do for you?”

“You’ve heard that Jessica is staying here at Mayfield Court?”

“Yes. It sounds like a good idea for all concerned. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted a lift back in her seat. Unless you and Anton have got something planned with Leanne?”

“You’re offering a lift? That would be great.”

“OK, see you in an hour,” she said, giving Chris a kiss on the cheek before walking back inside to pack.

Chris smiled as he watched her go and then strolled off to break the news to Steph that the X7 would be one person lighter for the return journey.

“I wonder if Kelly might have any ideas for me getting back onside with Mum?” he mused to himself. 

“But Will, why so early?” asked Andy.

“You heard your Aunt’s plan. I set off first thing on the scooter, which gives me sufficient time to rendezvous with you after you’ve collected Matilda.”

“I suppose so. OK,” said Andy, before leaping up and wrapping his legs around Will’s waist and attempting to devour his tonsils.

Some couple of hours later, Jane was handing Bruno over to Milo. A pair of mechanics then pushed Matilda outside, and Andy gasped.

“Auntie, she’s beautiful,” said Andy.

“She certainly is,” said Jane. “OK, back to Nats’, we’ll meet Will there.”

“OK,” said Andy, before shouting “’Bye, Bruno!”

“Stupid two legs! My name is Emily.” growled the Bentley.

“And mine is Angus,” muttered ‘Matilda’.

To Be Continued.....we all hope

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   Today I just want to post the next part of Mistress LeatherBeth's wonderful little story. There will, I hope, be some fun art attached to this story in the future, but right now I can't create it. However that just allows  us to return to Mistress LeatherBeth's world in the future which is a delightful idea.

  Before that though a blog legend brightened my day on Saturday with an appearance in the British Press. Yes Amanda Holden in Latex, is just the tonic needed and she looks amazing. There are very few images from this photo set and the second was taken straight from the magazine in question on my own phone.

  Should also add, Alisha
looks well hot too and 

any time she would like 

to slide back into Latex 

she would be made more 

than welcome.

But today, let the gorgeous

Amanda Holden take

centre stage in this classic

Atsuko Kudo red Latex 

gown. Fingers crossed 

for more sightings

in the coming weeks

and now the star of the show, Mistress Leather Beths, super talents lead us into the fourth  Chapter of her story 

Mother and Daughter - House Party

The Story So Far:-

This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse. We began with Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.

The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.

The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper.

Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’s just come out as gay, and has been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ has piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly, is the daughter of Madam Cropper, who is a principal of The Sisterhood (and therefore no friend of Jane or Andy). Kelly has been brought up within The Sisterhood, and her ambition is to qualify as a Mistress by finding her own boy to feminise. In the meantime, Kelly has been mentoring Leanne, and has also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies. In addition to Chris’ mother, Charlie, there’s Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he has also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, while Chris, involved in some business deal, moved away. Amongst the others is Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper. Steph has inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she will be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who have accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.

MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY

By Mistress LeatherBeth

Chapter 4

Kelly had gone off for a walk in the woods after lunch, to mull over a few things. As she emerged on her way back to the house, she’d seen Chris change direction towards her. He seemed to want to speak to her.

“Hi, Chris. You want me?”

“I’ve been trying to get a word with you on your own ever since we arrived.”

“I’ve had a few things on my mind. What about?”

“About The Sisterhood.”

“The Sis…?”

“Yes. When we were together, were you planning to feminise me?”

“What!? You?” Kelly giggled. “Have you looked in a mirror recently? I mean, you’re a great guy, but femme you’re never going to be. There are rhinos with better complexions, and no amount of moisturiser and foundation is going to change that. There are sharks with better teeth. And look at the size of your ears. OK, that was over the top,” she said, “you’re certainly not the ugliest guy in the world, but it’s a good job you don’t want to be feminised, because you’d be in for a hard slog if you did.”

“So The Sisterhood, and feminisation, had nothing to do with you dumping me?”

Kelly took a deep breath. “Look, I’ll be honest, it wasn’t you, it was me, the way I’ve been brought up to expect to become a Sisterhood Mistress. But it just wasn’t working. I was no nearer to becoming a Mistress, and I’ve come to believe that my heart just isn’t in it. If guys want to be femme then good for them. But it’s their choice, not mine. So anyway, I just felt like I needed a complete break. By the way, I need to apologise to you. I told a few people that we split because you did nothing for me. But that’s not true. We had good times.”

“But not good enough for me to get a second chance?” asked Chris.

“Never say never,” replied Kelly.

 “Madam? Could I have a word?” asked Mrs Tucker.

“Of course,” said Tori. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s Jessica, Madam.”

“There’s some problem?”

“Far from it. I’ve never met someone so naturally domesticated and happily submissive.”

“Yes,” said Tori. “Such a sweet girl. I shall miss her when everyone returns home.”

“That’s the point I wanted to raise. Does Jessica need to leave us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, apparently it’s a simple financial dispute. I asked her how much was involved, and it’s really quite trivial.”

When Tori heard the figure, she was astonished. “Really? As little as that?”

“Yes, Madam, but both parties are very stubborn. I was wondering if we could come to some arrangement. Jessica would be such a boon around the house.”

“She would, indeed. Well, I suppose I could speak to Kelly. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mrs Tucker.”

“Chlo, calm down. Tell me what’s happened. What danger?” asked Kat.

“It’s… O fuck, how do I explain?”

“From the top.”

“OK.” Chloe took a deep breath. “This afternoon I went for a drive.”

“You mean you went for a perv,” grinned Kat.

“Well, yeah,” admitted Chloe.

“And you met someone, or rather, someone found you?”

“I was already a fair way gone when I heard someone get out of a car…” She continued by describing, briefly, the experience.

“Then, as she was finishing me off, she said something.”

“She?” asked Kat. “You didn’t say anything about a she.”

“Her words, as far as I can remember, were ‘I’d say, “maybe we’ll meet again when I come to whisk Jane and Andy off to meet Madam Cropper’s retribution,” but I’ll be away with them long before any of you know that anything has happened.’”

“That sounds weird. Hang on. Did you say Madame Cropper? Isn’t Kelly called Cropper?”

“I think so. And only Steph and Leanne actually seem to know her and her brother. And what do we really know about Steph and Leanne, and Chris?” said Chloe.

“There’s Jessica as well.”

“Nah, I don’t think Jessica has a devious bone in her pretty body. She seems just happy to be a femboy latex maid. She spends most of her time with Mrs Tucker.”

“True,” said Kat. “Tell you what. We need to find Jane. In fact, we really ought to round everyone up and keep them together. Safety in numbers. First place to look is Andy and Will’s room. They were having some sort of meeting, and JoJo should be there.” With that they began by rushing off to check the rooms on their corridor.

Five of the prettiest femboys you’re likely to see in one place had assembled in Andy and Will’s room, trying on new clothes. Jane had decided that it might be a good idea if the scenario were explained to them.

“As you’ll have heard mentioned, the idea is for a Fancy Dress Party this weekend, and I took it upon myself to bring a few costumes specifically for you five, but I’d like to check you for fit….” At that moment her phone rang, and she said “I need to answer this. Will, can you do the honours?,” closing the door behind her on her way out.

Will arranged the others in a line, and then, as though he had a large audience, he said,

“Let me introduce you to our squad from the newly renamed Royal Corps of Femboys.

“Our junior member is Cadet Leanne Turner, displaying to perfection the regulation Barbie Pink latex bikini uniform, including a 3 cm plug, with calf high, 9 cm boots and a small cute matching forage cap perched over her left eye.

“Next to Leanne we have Ensign Jessica Fortescue-Maltravers (the 8th Earl of Harrogate), in a Baby Blue two piece; showing less midriff than Cadet Turner, but with the benefit of a 3.5 cm plug and matching knee high boots, 10 cm. A sweet little pillbox hat completes the ensemble. If I may just mention, Ensign Fortescue-Maltravers’ great-great-uncle, Lady Daphne, was one of the unsung heroes of Bletchley Park.

“In the middle we have our Science Officer. From the green of her latex one piece, you will have deduced that Lieutenant JoJo Rashleigh is a botanist, tasked with protecting the party from any of the Space fauna which have been terrorising recent operations. The Lieutenant is equipped with a 4.5 cm plug, 11cm white OTK boots and beret bearing the Regimental badge (a Bird of Paradise rampant).

“Then we have Captain Kerry Haskins. As our Security Officer, she is the only leather-clad member of our party, wearing a beautiful, combined body and hotpant combination in quality black calfskin, combined with standard Dominatrix wear of 12 cm thigh boots and peaked cap. Her plug is 5 cm.

“Finally, I’m proud to introduce our Commanding Officer, the newly promoted Lieutenant Colonel Andy Watson. The Ministry of Defence have decided, in a nod to history, to reintroduce the shako as ceremonial headgear for officers of such seniority, and I’m sure that you will agree that it is the perfect accompaniment to Lieut-Colonel Watson’s bright red latex catsuit and 14cm crotch high boots, incorporating the spurs appropriate to a Staff Officer. Earlier I had the pleasure of spending over an hour helping to polish every last centimetre of this uniform, including assisting with the 6cm plug. Well, someone has to do it.”

At that moment Kat and Chloe burst in, with Kat shouting, “Listen, everybody. We have a problem. Andy, where’s Jane? We have reason to think that you two are in danger.”

“Aunt Jane? She popped out a few minutes ago to take a call,” said Andy. “What do you mean, danger?”

Kat and Chloe glanced at each other. “Kat, can you do the explanation,” said Chloe.

“Embarrassed?” asked Kat. Chloe started at the carpet. Kat looked around the room. “OK, we seem to be missing Kelly, Tori, Anton and Chris, as well as Jane. Search party required.”

Chloe, seemingly anxious to be elsewhere, made for the door. “I’ll go.”

“As Security Officer, I think I should come along with you,” said Kerry, following her out of the room.

Next door was Jane’s room. A quick tap on the door and they walked in, to find Jane and Tori deep in conversation. Jane seemed to have spread every smooth, slick and shiny item of clothing which she’d brought with her on the bed, and Tori was feeling and stroking them, sniffing and holding them against her cheek.

“And I’d imagine that Jessica would be more than appreciative,” Jane was saying, to which Tori nodded.

“Kerry? Chloe? You want something?”

“We’re all assembling in Andy and Will’s room. A situation has come up.”

“’Situation’?”

“Yes, there’s reason to believe that you and Andy are in danger. As soon as we get everyone together, we’ll hopefully be able to sort everything out.”

“I think their new uniforms have had an effect on them. It sounds as though someone is hallucinating” she said to Tori. “Still, the sooner we get together to discuss this, the sooner we’ll be able to get back to enjoying ourselves.”

“We still need to find Kelly, Steph, Anton and Chris. Then we’ll return to Will and Andy’s. We’ll meet you there.”

Tori and Jane turned right on leaving the room, and entered Andy and Will’s, whilst Kerry and Chloe turned the opposite way, down the corridor.

They stopped in front of the next door, but paused. The room was obviously occupied, and the occupants were making a recognisable noise.

Kerry turned the knob and entered, and saw what she’d expected to see. Steph was naked, knelt on the bed, and Anton was giving her a good seeing to from behind.

Anton looked over his shoulder. “Hey, c’mon guys. This isn’t a spectator performance,” he smiled.

“Sorry to interrupt,” said Chloe, “but we have an emergency. Everyone is needed in Andy’s room.”

“Emergency? What the fuck?” asked Steph, rolling away from Anton and slipping into a short black satin robe.

“Explanations when we’re all together, though Kat can give you the basics. But it’s serious. Andy and Jane may be in danger, and we’re still missing Kelly and Chris.”

“I think I saw them chatting in the east garden just before we came up here,” said Anton.

“OK, we’ll try there first.”

Finally, everyone was assembled in Andy and Will’s room.

“What the hell (other expletives are available) is going on?” asked several people all at once.

“Chloe, would you like to tell everyone your story?” grinned Kat.

You bitch, Kat. You know I wouldn’t, but I suppose I must.”

“OK,” said Kat, “just teasing. This afternoon, Chlo went out for a drive and made an interesting acquaintance. I won’t go into details, but the meeting ended with the new acquaintance talking about abducting Jane and Andy, and delivering them to a ‘Madam Cropper.’ Kelly; Anton; would you like to tell us about Madam Cropper?”

The reference to abduction had resulted in a hub-bub of small conversations and exclamations, but everyone quickly turned their attention to the siblings.

But it was Jane who spoke. “Madam Cropper is the name used by Kelly and Anton’s mother. She is a principal of The Sisterhood, an organisation dedicated to encouraging male feminisation. I’ve had dealings with her, and we know that Andy and I are on her naughty step. But I wouldn’t think she’d take her displeasure to the point of arranging an abduction. Chloe, can you tell us more about your new friend?”

“Erm… well, I was blindfolded, so all I can say for certain is that she had a husky voice and large hands,” replied Chloe.

Kelly and Anton looked at each other and seemed to mouth the same word.

“Care to share, Kelly?” asked Kat.

“Well, the first name that sprang to my mind was Bianca. What do you reckon, Anton?”

“Sounds like a good suggestion to me.”

“And she is?” asked Will.

“A Sisterhood graduate, transitioned, and unaccountably devoted to our mother,” said Kelly.

“Only,” Anton added, “I can’t see how she could know that Jane and Andy were here.”

Steph had gone wide eyed. “O fuck. I’m so sorry, but I think that might be my fault. It sounds like a friend of mine.”

A grinning Leanne whispered to JoJo, “by friend, she means fuckbuddy.” JoJo chuckled.

Steph continued, “I happened to mention to her that we wouldn’t be able to meet up for a couple of weeks because Leanne and I were visiting Jane.”

“So she could just have followed you? That’s as good an explanation as any. Don’t feel bad, though, Steph. You couldn’t have known.”

“But if she followed us, where has she been for the last few days?”

“I should have mentioned,” said Kelly. “Before her transition she was Special Forces, you know, SAS. I would imagine that her survival skills are pretty highly developed. And, after all, this is the Home Counties, not the Congo rain forest. Somewhere, no great distance from here, she’ll have set up a little camp; somewhere hidden from us but from where she can keep an eye on the House and our comings and goings.”

“Shit,” said Chloe, “I think I know where she is. I think I must have seen her.”

“Chloe, what are you talking about?” asked Will.

“As I was driving back here earlier this afternoon, I was taking it slowly because I was still, you know, erm… my concentration was a little less than a hundred per cent. Just before I took the turn down the drive I happened to drift a little to the left, and it’s just come back to me what I saw as I got the Nissan straightened up.”

“Go on,” said Will.

“A small tent, well camouflaged, in the undergrowth. She must have set herself up to see straight down the drive.”

“O dear,” said Tori, “I really don’t understand any of this, but if Jane and Andy, or anyone, have been placed in any danger by being here, I can only apologise.”

“Tori, dear,” said Jane, “you have absolutely nothing to apologise for. Nor has Steph. As for understanding, think of it this way. A rogue agent of a business competitor has taken it upon herself to earn some Brownie points from her ex-boss by delivering Andy and myself so that the disagreement, or vendetta, can be settled. Kelly, would you agree that’s a fair assessment?”

The question took Kelly by surprise. She’d been worrying that she and Anton might find themselves as hostages, and had been wondering how highly their mother valued them. Anton, however, had no such worries.

“Jane, I think I can say pretty certainly that mother’s anger is an almost entirely theatrical exercise. Having a strop is one of her favourite pastimes. And when she has one, her stubbornness keeps it well fuelled. Yet nothing ever really seems to come of them. If we can pull the plug on this Bianca thing then mother will find something else to raise her blood pressure soon enough. Agreed, Kel?”

“Well, if you put it that way,” said Kelly, “I suppose you’re right. Yeah, though she always found it more difficult to intimidate you, Anton.”

“Right!” said Kerry, who seemed to have decided that the post of Security Officer wasn’t restricted to the Fancy Dress (and the leather, thighboots and peaked cap helped), “as I see it, we just need to track down this Bianca, and surround and restrain her. Then, if Anton’s assessment is accurate, his mother’s influence should be sufficient to neutralise her. That being the case, I suggest that we of the RCF take charge of the search, with everyone else assisting us as they can.

“Firstly, Chloe, can you do us a sketch map of where you think she’s concealed? Tori, do you have a map of the House grounds, so that we can plan our lines of approach? Good. Now, who has the quietest car? The X7, I should imagine, with the Nissan at the other end of the scale, sorry, Kat.”

“No need to apologise. It gets us around, that’s all that matters. But why does noise matter?”

“If we’re going to surround her and cut off any escape, we need stealth. You see, Bianca can only deal with one or two lines of approach at any one time. OK, let’s get ready. I’ll pop downstairs and nip to the top of the drive, to ensure that Chloe’s observation was right.”

“Wait,” said Andy. He’d been silent these last few minutes, and his voice startled some people. “There’s one thing I don’t understand. Why would this Bianca give such a blatant warning to Chloe?”

It was Kelly who replied. “Arrogance. As simple as that. A major in the SAS develops a high level of self-confidence, and the arrogance that goes with it. She can’t imagine not being successful.”

“Makes sense, I suppose,” said Kat. “Right. Let’s get ourselves organised.”

“Before you start,” said Kelly, “I’ll get in touch with my mother and see if she can contact Bianca. I’m sure she’d be able to talk her down.”

Tap; tap; pause. “Mother? No, mother, I’m not interested in that. No, mother, I need you to listen. Are you still in contact with Bianca? That’s right, Tierney. No, just answer! (pause) I see. Yes, I understand. (pause) The thing is, it looks as though she’s set herself the mission of pleasing you by kidnapping Andy and Lady Jane. (pause) Yes, mother, I agree. She’s a stupid bitch, for sure. (pause) OK, I’ll let you know what progress we make. ‘Bye.

“No luck, I’m afraid. My mother was so tired of Bianca ringing up to fawn on her that she deleted her contact details, and blocked her. But she did make it clear that, while Jane is unlikely to feature on her Christmas card list any time soon, she’s appalled at Bianca’s threats.”

“Thanks, Kelly,” said Kerry, who had made it to the top of the drive and back in the time it had taken Margaret Cropper to have her say, “well, at least we only have Bianca to deal with. There’s a grey Dacia hidden at the rear of the trees. I didn’t catch sight of Bianca, but we can assume that she’s up there somewhere, keeping us under observation. Now, here’s my plan. We need a decoy to use the main entrance to leave. This may make Bianca think that Jane and Andy are alone or have little protection. She may infiltrate Mayfield Court but, one way or another, we’ll grab her. A quick video call to Kelly’s mother, to put her in her place, and we should be sorted.

“I propose that the X7 is the decoy vehicle. Steph drives, with Kat in the front passenger seat, and Chris, Anton and Leanne across the centre. That leaves the back row for Will. Sorry, but the scooter isn’t ideal for a possible high speed chase. And, unknown to Bianca, Andy and Jane will be out of sight at floor level, only until we’re away, south from Bianca’s hideout. A few minutes later, Chloe, JoJo and the rest of us take alternative routes in the Nissan and Miatas.”

“At last,” said Jane, a little sardonically, “someone has remembered that Andy and I are here. And you really want us grubbing around on the floor? Of a BMW? Very well, let’s get this sorted.” Andy giggled at his dear aunt’s reaction.

Kerry smiled, and gave Jane an extravagant bow. She then examined the map of the House grounds, and said, “I’ll take my car here through the woods, coming out by Chaucer’s Bottom, then circle round.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Kelly.

 Meanwhile, Kelly loops round over the stream, reappearing on the opposite side of the Elbow Lane. But before we go anywhere, the RCF needs to deplug. We can hardly risk scrambling around the great outdoors while anally compromised.

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

Chapter 5 coming soon

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Andy