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Wednesday, 15 September 2021

Wednesday round up

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Hi Everyone.
 Welcome to Wednesday , we will be over the hump by the end of the day so it is all down hill to the weekend from here.
 To help us on our push to the summit of the week we have.

  Two Chapters from the wonderful writings of Mandy Sweet Heart, Two this week, not because I am rushing it, but because I love it so much it seems cruel to just drip feed it to you. Plus there is a treat. for you.



Hello
By Mandy Sweet Heart
The missing Chapters part 4


Chapter Two. 
Andy watched as Ms. Lash-Buckle slowly walked through his small office without a 
word, and he waited until he heard the sound of her clicking heels drifting away as she walked down the corridor. 
He waited another thirty seconds and as there was still only silence being emitted from the hallway, he elegantly stepped towards Janes’ office door. He barely tapped the door before opening it and creeping his head through the gap, yet Jane merely smiled at him and beckoned her nephew in. “Auntie Jane, is everything alright?” Andy apprehensively asked. 
“Of course, but…” Jane said and, as it involved her nephew, she continued to tell him about the meeting; eventually she added. “So, how do you feel about spending the weekend in America with your silly old aunt?” 
Using a surreptitiously subdued voice, Andy asked. “Do you trust her, or the Sisterhood?” 
Although Jane often referred to herself as ‘his silly old auntie’, Jane instantly knew why Andy was whispering and simultaneously made a note to remind herself to call a security company so they could check the place for any listening devices, yet to Andy she said. “I don't think it's wise to trust them twice, but the offer sounds tempting and I would simply love to see you modelling a few of my lustrous latex garments, almost as much as I love seeing you glide around the office everyday.” 
“Well, as Will is away,” the tips of his fingers rested on his lips and he lowered his voice as he softly uttered, “what about your special friend?” 
‘Gosh, you had to love him,’ Jane thought as she made a mental note to remind him how much they talk about his boyfriend but she was pleased that he hadn’t mentioned Kittys’ name, and then she considered the idea that maybe they were just being paranoid, and curiously said. “What time is it Andy?” Although there was a clock on the wall, he glanced at his watch and told her what the time was. “Come on, I’ve had enough today. We can decide over a coffee.”
Rather than finding a nearby coffee shop, Jane swiftly told Andy how they were going to Slicks’. “I just want to tell kitty that we might be away for the weekend.” “I know how badly you have wanted to open a few stores in the U.S, and I’ll do it for you.” Andy chripped, as he returned to her earlier question, then added. “But I’ll only do it if you come too.” 
It took a moment or two for Jane to realise what Andy had said, and while they entered the emporium, but before they made their way to the lower floor, she replied. “I’ll be coming with you darling, and thank you for doing so much for me.” Even before stepping off the escalator, Jane spotted her friend replenishing a railing and as she quickly made her way towards her, an irritating voice that she recognised called out. “Kitty, are you wasting time again?” 
Kitty noticed Lady Jane and sighed, yet Jane gave her a seductive grin and slowly winked. “Oh what a bore! I just don’t know why I shop here any more.” Jane said loudly. “As soon as I can find a genuinely helpful member of staff, the management finds a reason to interfere!” 
“Oh, Lady Jane, I didn’t see you there. I’m very sorry.” The floor manager stated. “Is there any way I can help you?” 
Jane peered at the woman, lightly sniffed and insisted. “I doubt it, Kitty is the one I prefer having to assist me.” 
“Of course, Lady Jane,” the manager grovelled and unconsciously gave a half curtsy, “I’ll leave you two alone.” 
“How do you stand working here and with that woman?” Jane asked as the manager turned to another member of staff, then Jane giggled, “I would have throttled her by the end of the first day.” 
“I need the job.” Kitty said, then she giggled to herself. “And I love meeting people, especially when they are you.” 
Jane leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss, then she became more serious. “Kitty, darling, I can only stay a minute, I just wanted you to know that Andy and I will be going to America for a few days but I want to see you next week.” “You’ll definitely be back for Andys’ birthday, won’t you?” Kitty demanded with wide eyes, Jane nodded her head and Kitty seemed to relax and she resumed. “Wonderful, I’m looking forward to letting you handcuff me to your bed.” 
“Kitty!” Jane gasped. “I didn’t know you were like that, you always appear to be so demure.” 
Deeply blushing, Kitty stressed. “Neither did I, and I don’t want anyone else to know, but since meeting you and Andy…” Kitty felt as if her entire body was blushing, yet she wanted to tell Jane and slowly persisted. “I keep having these unimaginably naughty fantasies about you.” 
“Oh wow! I really will be back in a few days, and I want to hear all about your spicy fantasies. I’ll have the cuffs, latex sheets and the chocolate flavoured honey syrup all ready to lick off your beautiful body.” 
Kitties’ eyes began to sparkle as they grew wider, and she gasped. “I do love you Jane, but please don’t tell anyone, at least not yet, and especially anybody here.”
“Of course not my darling, and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone where Andy and I are going,” Jane slowly licked her glossy red lips, and to add to Janes’ enthusiasm Kitty mirrored her action, then Jane continued, “and I’ll do all I can to make your erotic dreams come true.” Jane unexpectedly giggled and gave the wide eyed younger girl an additional wink. “But, I’m truly sorry, we really must go and if that woman has anything to say, just tell her I was inquiring about my order and if you ever want to leave this place, I’ll find a position that is just perfect for you.” Jane kissed her again, then quickly said. “By the way Kitty, there is nothing going on between Andy and I. Maybe if he wasn’t my beautiful nephew, but...” Rather than continue her sentence, Jane blew a kiss from her glistening red lips. 
Kitty fluttered her lashes in astonishment and was about to tell her how she might take her up on the offer to work for her, but she winced as her bashfulness stung once again, plus she unexpectedly found that Jane was walking down the aisle in search of Andy, yet Kitty silently wished her farewell.


Chapter Three. 
Although they had both imagined that Andy might have a little difficulty getting 
through customs, to Janes’ frustration he simply sailed past passport control, and from there Lady Jane found the eleven hour flight a total endurance of endless monotony. 
Despite the arduously long flight they had endured, when Jane stepped off of the plane in her red leather skirt and jacket, a top that was only secured by a single button near her navel, it looked as if she was going out to meet a few friends for an afternoon coffee, and although the man at immigration control spent an excessively extended time to allow his eyes to drift over Andys’ latex encompassed body, they cleared passport control fairly rapidly. 
With Andy wielding their overnight luggage, Jane was peering at the collection of named notices being held by smartly dressed chauffeurs and considering how easily they were accepted by customs when two young feminine looking young men approached them, the two boys were dressed in identical short sleek black latex skirts and glistening white latex blouse, yet Andy found himself admiring their seven inch dark purple needle-like stilettos. 
“Ms. Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones?” One of them smoothly inquired. With one brow raised, Jane nodded, which allowed the young man to continue. “Please forgive us for our tardiness, there was some unexpected road works that delayed us Ma’am. My name is Trixie, and this is Dixie, we come from the Sisterhood and I can drive you in the limousine or Dixie has brought the Porsche 911 Carrera, if you wish to drive yourself.” 
“I’ll drive.” Jane coldly infomed the man, yet her frigidity may have been due to the long flight. “Just give me the directions, if you please, and we will be fine?” “Of course ma’am,” both Trixie and Dixie replied harmoniously, then, as Tixie started to verbalise the directions they would need, Dixie added, “do you wish us to carry your luggage?”
“That’s okay, my nephew can manage. Come along child, don’t dawdle.” Jane giggled as Andy struggled with the five suitcases and his shoulder bag, which kept sliding around on his glossy black latex, trendsetting crop top, yet he was starting to feel delighted that his aunt had instructed him to wear his black latex leggings. 
Having reached the small sports car, Trixie made Jane aware of the preset sat-nav. “Gosh, I haven't driven a Porsche since I drove for them in La Mans.” Jane cooed as she gazed at the small vehicle before her, and Andy fought to arrange the cases in the small compartment, then, rather loudly, Jane said. “We will soon be there Andy, darling.” 
“Please Ma’am.” Dixie stressed. “I don’t know about how it works in England, but the authorities here are somewhat strict, so may I suggest that you keep below the posted speed limit?” 
“They can be so inconvenient.” Jane sighed as she pushed her refined English accent to its limit, then she climbed into the cockpit and allowed Trixie to show her the satellite navigation controls. 
When Lady Jane was sure she understood everything, in an overall show of defiance she started the six cylinder engine and gunned the accelerator, but just as she was about to leave a lengthy line of rubber on the tarmac she spotted a grey dressed official taking note of her registration and Jane quickly allowed the motor to idle before sedately easing the car away from the curb, yet Jane was pleased to see how the annoying official gave her a polite nod. 
It might have been several years since Lady Jane had graced America with her footprints but she genuinely was surprised to see how it had evolved with so many buildings. However, once she detected the road opening up, Jane spent more time glancing around her and in the rear view mirror, and without bothering to warn Andy, she promptly pushed the accelerator pedal to the cars’ floor. Immediately, Andy found himself gripping the sides of her seat yet, even through his mild discomfort, somehow he noticed the mischievous glee on Janes’ face. 
Despite the miles rushing past them in an absolute blur, the one thing that Lady Jane hadn’t realised was the way the twin-turboed German motor simply drank the fuel when it reached close to a hundred and seventy miles an hour. 
Yet Janes’ luck held as she just caught sight of a sign informing her that a rest stop was a mere five miles further down the highway. 
As the speedometer began to briskly nudge below fifty, Andy cautiously asked. “Would it be alright if I buy myself a bottle of water?” 
“Of course darling.” Jane replied and flashed him a smile. “Get me one too, just make sure your lipstick is perfect before we meet this Sisterhood.” 
Thankfully, the red 911 had hemorrhaged enough enthusiasm so that Jane could coast the car into the filling station, and as she was incompatible with doing such menial tasks as filling a tank herself, she was more than delighted to see the service station had an attendant. “Want me to fill it up with a high grade?” The attendee politely asked. 
Unfortunately, Jane had no idea what sort of fuel was needed but she told the assistant to go ahead without stepping out of the vehicle, then she watched Andy exit
the car on shaky legs and was left openmouthed at the sight of him wobbling slightly on his sharp black, six inch stilettos. However, she softly remarked. “Put this on your card Andy, just get a receipt so I can claim the cost back.” 
Jane smiled as her nephew seemed to regain his confidence in his hand stitched Loubiutins’, and as he entered the small shop she finally opened the car door to stretch her long shapely legs. 
Nonetheless, Jane was utterly dismayed at seeing Andy when he walked out of the store, she had always encouraged him to be proud of who he was and to always embrace his femininity; yet he was walking with his head bowed and even from a distance Jane could see her nephew shaking his head and mumbling to himself. 
Simultaneously, Jane watched her nephew, and though she was appalled by his conduct, she felt love for him but Jane was attentively watching the van that also drove into the services, and she was especially observant of the three men that piled out of it. 
Rather than degrade herself by raising her voice like a football yob, Lady Jane waited a moment for Andy to come closer. “Do come along child, or we shall be late for your own party.” Jane said, or to be more precise, after hearing Kitttys’ enchanting sexual fantasy, Jane wanted this thing with the Sisterhood over with and then she could concentrate on the fun she was going to have while making that dream substantial real for her, and the challenge of bring her bashful girlfriend to life. Then she added, “Have you paid?” 




“No I didn’t, ‘cause the man said, the CCTV footage of me bending over the water cooler was worth more than any fuel.” Andy groaned and raised his hand to his brow. “Hate this, it’s so embarrassing.” However, maybe it was just as well Andy could not hear the three young men talking as they talked among themselves. “Man what an arse.” The first man said, which was quickly followed by. “You see tha zip?” The third man nodded and said. “All the way round...Yeah!” 
With amazement, Jane had watched Andy walk around to the drivers side of the Porsche without saying a word, and as she needed him to start focusing on the task ahead of him, rather than berating him, she simply said. “Wrong side honey, or are you going to drive?”

To Be Continued..............


Another classic role, for which Andy auditioned, again he knocked it out the park, but still I think Jennifer Aniston  made it her own.




   Now some images created by our dear friend Shadoman and kindly donated to us as a tribute to the work of our dear Christeen  and this classic especially.




















These are awesome. 
Thank you Shado XX








With The world still full of rubbish news, Apart from Emma Raducanu's awesome U.S Open win, it is nice to have the mood lightened by a glimpse of something Smooth Slick N Shiny. This time provided by BBC Breakfast presenter Naga Munchetty



Come on Sally, Please take the hint........

XXXX
Andy





Wednesday, 12 May 2021

Wednesday round up

 

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Hi Everyone
  Here we are with a large Wednesday round up, featuring lot's of our old friends and favourites.
  So straight on with the fun.

XXX
Andy

   First up we have a couple of sweet translations by our dear friend Morgane Girlie, who has be responsible for all these super translations. 




Now a blog favourite Amanda Holden makes a welcome return. The beautiful TV and Radio presenter turned heads as she walked to the studios last week wearing these beautiful wine red leather pants.



Next up another little video featuring our Andy on the big screen, this time in a world I really love, that of the golden age of Hollywood glamour.



  And now, the main feature of any Wednesday round up, some brilliant Fiction. So here it is Chapter three of Mistress LeatherBeth's wonderful story.

The Spy Who Came Into the Pavilion

Chapter 3

By Mistress Leather Beth


Gary collected his thoughts for a few seconds before getting out of the Mazda and approaching the front door of The Grange. His pressure on the doorbell seemed to have taken someone by surprise, judging by the sound of breakages within. But a few seconds later the door was opened by Belinda, carrying a dustpan and brush.

“Yeth?” was all Belinda managed to say before recognising the visitor.

“Ah, Haskins,” said George. “There’s a problem, I presume?”

“Quite a problem,” replied Gary. “You’ve had no other visitors this morning, I take it?”

George barely had an opportunity to shake his head when there was the sound of movement upstairs.

“Belinda! Who’s that at the door at this time?” Magdalena’s voice, steel-edged, came clearly from the upper floor, though she herself was out of sight.

“Haskins, dear,” replied George.

“Kerry or Gary?”

“It’s Gary, Mrs C. I’m afraid we have a problem.”

“Gary, dear,” said Izzy, popping her head around the top of the landing and smiling down on them, while taking all the sharpness from her tone. “It seems like ages since we saw you. George, take Gary into the study, where you can have your discussion in private. Gary, have you eaten?”

“I called on Mum on the way here, so I’m fine, thanks.”

With that, he and George went down a corridor and entered a room near the centre of the house. Quite a special room. When Izzy had said ‘in private’ she hadn’t simply been using a turn of phrase. George Cooper’s study was swept for bugs at least weekly, sometimes more often, and was protected by state of the art technology. Anyone considering a little industrial (or other) espionage would be in for a rude awakening.

“Very well, Haskins. What are we looking at?” asked George, as he sat down at a dressing table and proceeded to begin to ‘remove’ Belinda, explaining that there’d been a change of identity plans for the rest of Saturday, due to umpiring commitments.

“It’s Yevgeny.”

“You’ve spoken to him? He’s been in touch?”

“I’ve had a text,” replied Gary, “a long text on the encrypted number. He’s supposedly on his way here to speak to you. Apparently, he’s having serious trouble with Жosimov.”

“Well, he certainly hasn’t arrived here yet. What sort of trouble?”

“For a start, it isn’t Жosimov.”

“What isn’t Жosimov? You’re talking in riddles.”

“The person we’ve been instructing Yevgeny to contact. It isn’t Жosimov.”

“I’m still hearing riddles,” said George, opening a new bottle of cleanser and working with extra vigour on the ‘slap’.

“Either accidentally or, more likely deliberately, we’ve been led to believe that the name ‘Жosimov’ is the identity of our VIP contact,” explained Gary.

“And which name should we have been using?” asked George, removing the last traces of Blueberry Pop eyeshadow (a shade which Kerry had been favouring until Pam taught her new little girl some taste).

“Жosimova,” replied Gary.



“What’s that? A one letter difference? I hardly see the need for all this panic.”

“I rather think that panic, or at least action, is vital,” said Gary. “You see, the individual we’ve been trying to get up close and personal with is actually Colonel Olga Ludmilla Dmitrovna Жosimova.”

“A woman?”

“An Executive Officer in the FSB.”

There was a silence for some time while George took this in. Indeed, it wasn’t until after a quick shower and change of clothes that finally George, by now tying his cricket club tie, swore.

“Cat’s arse and cabbage! We could be in for just a tiny spot of bother here. Who’d have thought that a simple attempt to defraud Vladimir Putin out of the odd billion (US) would result in his people turning round and trying to double cross us? Gary, my boy, this is going to be fun.”

“Whatever you say, Mr C., whatever you say.” replied Gary, noting the gleam in George Cooper’s eye.

Even while George and Gary discussed this new information, Will was finding himself in the middle of a domestic crisis at the Fullerton Arms. The iron had given up the ghost.

In the matter of cricket wear, Kat favoured traditional whites. They may, by the end of the game, be covered with grass stains and, possibly, a red mark on the bum of any player tasked with shining the ball, but Kat felt that nothing looked better at the start of the game than a perfect, knife edge crease, and a nice tight bum. And JoJo had no objection whatsoever to Kat’s nice tight bum. By contrast, JoJo preferred the short pleated cream skirt, with socks over the knee, (and Kat really liked JoJo in a short, pleated cream skirt). And to get those creases and pleats straight and crisp was a task for the iron. In truth, the girls were fussing over nothing, and they knew they were, as they only had to pop downstairs and borrow an iron from Josie. But they were stressing a little, and allowing themselves to panic, due to pre match nerves.

This changed, however, when Will finally managed to get a word in edgeways with his offer to play if there were any vacancies. And when he included ‘a decent googly’ in his CV, Kat gave him a big hug.

“Will, you’re a lifesaver. We’re down to the bare bones, between holidays and the start of the harvest. Derrington are no better off, as far as I can work it out, so you might swing the game. No pressure, of course, Will.”

“Is there no registration period?” he asked.

“Will. Come on. This is the South West Surrey Combination, not the Indian Premier League. Fifty overs, no bowling restrictions. One thirty start. Be at the ground at midday for a warmup net. Alice is the Secretary. She’ll let you have a registration form to sign then. Will Andy be coming along?”

“O, yes. He’ll be there. And Jane.”

“Well, if Jane’s there, the vicar won’t be far behind. He does seem just a little bit less reticent since I had my word with him a couple of weeks ago. I’m pleased”

”By the way,” said Will. “Who do we have for umpire? Anyone I know?”

“Each club supplies one. For us, George Cooper has made himself available, in case Derrington try on any of their funny business. He’s a no nonsense umpire. Very strict. Don’t confuse him with Belinda.”

“Fair enough,” said Will. He made his way back down the stairs to the car park, just in time to almost bump into two new arrivals, although both Alice Aldridge and Chloe looked remarkably different from when he’d last seen them the previous evening. No latex or fetish bondage paraphernalia to be seen, just jeans, trainers and tshirts.

He gave the girls a smile, then looked up and noticed that, whilst he could no longer see the Civic in the pub car park, a red Audi A5 Cabriolet he’d not seen before was occupying the same position.

Its occupant, a dark haired, imposing looking woman, was busy on her phone, and the tinted windows meant that Will had no chance of spotting that the driver of the Civic was stretched out behind her on the rear seat. Unconscious.


Jane, having showered, changed and taken proper care of her ice blue dress, noted that the door of Andy and Will’s room was slightly open. She looked in and found Andy at his dressing table, meticulously making himself beautiful. He was currently concentrating on his cleavage, subtly working the brush to enhance his breasts, as Jane entered the room.

“Andy, dear, how are you? I thought that you and Will might have a lie in this morning, after last night’s excitement. Where is Will, by the way?

Andy’s jaw had dropped slightly. “Will? Oh, he’s erm... he’s gone to see Kat.”

“Kat? Why on earth...?”

“She’s the captain of the cricket team, and, um, Will was wondering if, um, she might have a place in the, er, team for him.”

“Ah, yes” said Jane, “I see. We were talking about today’s game the other day. He mentioned that he’d brought his cricket bag with him, just in case he could get a knockabout. Andy, dear, are you all right? You’re sat there with your mouth half open and stumbling over your words.”

“It’s just your new..., they are new…?”

The penny dropped. “You like them?” asked Jane, twisting to peer over her shoulder at her rear end. “Dear Dodo normally only does them in black, but as a special favour to an old friend she made these for me in cream. I think they’re simple enough for watching the cricket, don’t you?” said Jane, referring to her fantastic pair of leather shorts (that’s fantastic as in ‘soft’ and ‘Tight’ and ‘SHORT!’).

Andy had become something of an avid reader of fashion magazines, and realised that Jane’s ‘old friend’ would be none other than Dodo Bar Or, and that the shorts would normally retail at over £500.

“They’re amazing,” he said.

“Yes,” said Jane, “and I think I know just which pair of boots to put with them.”

Drawing his attention back from Jane’s wardrobe, Andy asked “Did Mayfield get home safely last night? How is he?”

“Mayfield? Oh, we sat up most of the night, chatting. He’ll be fine. But after last night’s accident, I wouldn’t be surprised if this bright sunshine didn’t give him a headache so, to be on the safe, I’ve left him my pair of RayBans from my bag. Oh, was that the door? Will, is that you?”

Colonel Olga Ludmilla Dmitrovna Жosimova (for it was she) was just about to relocate the Audi when a distinctly familiar character stepped out of the front door of the Vicarage. The Hawai’ian shirt, the cargo shorts, the sandals, the dark glasses and, particularly, the unmistakable limp; if she remembered correctly, the last time she’d seen him was as he was (slowly) fleeing the fire in the breakfast room of the Hotel Turbine in Yekaterinburg back in 2019. It was, surely, none other than her arch enemy, Todor Hristovich Boytchev of Bulgarian State Intelligence, otherwise known as Agent TB12.