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
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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