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  Surely you did not think I would leave you at this time of year, No No No, you are all my friends and I can not thank you enough for all your friendship and support over the past year or indeed years because next March we will have been going for 12 years which is crazy.

   So like many shows this time of year, the next two posts on here (No Wednesday round up) will be favourites from the past, art, clips and bits and bobs, plus a few treats just in case you need something to drift away on.

  So to those who have been celebrating Christmas and to the many who have not, I wish you all the very best

XXX

Andy

Friday, 24 May 2013

Latexium, the first interview

   Hi Everyone.

With the reports of the Latexium curse spreading we at SmoothSlick'nShiny have gained our first brief direct response from Miss Watson herself.

   As she arrived at the annual Elle Style awards, looking stunning as ever with dramatic make up and chic cropped hair, we asked about the curse.

  "It is a real pain" The well spoken actress said, with a hint of exasperation. "Especially at such events as this. A designer kindly offers me a gown such as this and I have to explain that, by the time anyone else gets to see it it will have turned into Latex rubber"

       But does the curse continue after the outfit has been removed?

  No that is an odd thing . I have wardrobes if normal clothes but the moment i put them on everything or nearly everything turns rubbery 

      You say nearly. Do some outfits not turn?

  No, but part of every outfit turns even if it is just my underwear. Also I find leather does not change.

      But what about the comfort factor? Latex is notoriously hot to wear.

   Oh God yes, i mean this isn't too bad and I try to wear skirts and dresses more as there is more freedom of  ventilation. Jeans and things are a nightmare, so tight and hot. Awful.

  At that point Miss Watson was whisked away, leaving our reporter with the rather stunning mental vision of the elegant young beauty in tight and shiny Latex Jeans.

 

  Reporting from the Elle Awards, I am Amanda Keira Louboutin for SmoothSlick'nShiny.

And now a little treat from earlier this week. Blog Legend Carol Vorderman in some stunning blue Leather pants.

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

ALEXIS IN WONDERLAND 

by Throne

(A fanciful little episode inspired by the Art and writing of Andy Latex.  For more stories featuring his naughty influence, please read my LOVELY IN LATEX series.)

Alex walked through the vast indoor shopping mall, balancing with practiced ease on his high heels, which were open-toed to let his painted nails peek out.  Though his gait was relaxed, inside he was extremely tense.  His Aunt Tabitha had overseen his dressing that morning, selecting an eye-catching outfit.  He had on a flashy red latex dress that ended at mid-thigh, where there was a slit on the right side.  It had short sleeves that ended in black bands, which echoed the black mandarin collar.  His hair was in its usual neatly arranged state, and his make-up and jewelry weren't flashy... but that dress was drawing soooo much attention. 

He held his color-coordinated clutch purse at his hip and made sure to roll his hips as he moved, at the same time trying not to sway them TOO much.  As he moved along the broad promenade, with it's high ceiling, he felt exposed, as if all eyes were on him.  What if someone realized that under that glamorous clothing he wasn't the girl Alexis, but the young man Alex.  He wanted to check the small breast forms that were in the bra of thin rubber that he wore, even though he was sure they were in place.  He was endlessly self-conscious.  When his Aunt had sent him off on his own, a short while before, she gave him a time to meet her in the food court.  Alex had over an hour to explore the shops before rejoining her.

He told himself that he might feel less conspicuous if he went into one of the stores.  There was a sporting goods place where he used to go before his makeover.  Back then -- which wasn't really so long ago -- he had pictured himself as a macho athletic fellow.  Now, robbed of his male pride and versed in the ways of girlhood, he would feel out of place in that environment.  Instead, he veered across to a shoe store.  By instinct he moved toward the men's dress shoes, before catching himself and angling in the direction of the women's heels.  He was drawn to the sleek forms and bright colors of the showier designs. 

A salesgirl approached him and said, "May I help you with anything, Miss?  We have some new arrivals, in latex, that would go nicely with your lovely dress."

He swallowed uneasily and gave her a weak smile, saying, "No, thank you.  I'm just looking."

"That's fine.  But if you'd like to try anything on, I'll be happy to help."

Alex thanked her and went deeper into the store.  It was so strange to be out in public like this.  Until recently, the short walk to the letterbox near his Aunt's home had been his idea of being put on display.  Then she had begun taking him on errands, having him ask store employees questions, and even going to restaurants with her.  It had all been unsettling and now, on his own in this busy shopping center, he was quivering inside.  He lingered near the rear of the store, checking that latex footwear and admitting to himself that it was very attractive.  As he stood there holding one of the shoes, he couldn't help gazing at his long fingernails, so neatly painted to match his toes. 

He noticed a couple entering the shop, a tall, nattily dressed woman in her late twenties, and a shorter girl about Alex's age, in a more youthful outfit.  The woman waved her companion to the side and found herself a seat.  That same salesgirl greeted them.  The woman said that she wanted to see some boots and pointed to a sample nearby, saying she would like to start with those and giving her size.  The standing girl appeared a bit nervous as the clerk whisked into the stockroom to fetch the desired item.  The older woman gave her a look full of unspoken meaning, affectionate but superior. 

The salesgirl returned with a box and opened it.  She was about to help her customer into the boots, which were calf length, black, and had stiletto heels.  But the woman said, "No, I can see the store is busy.  My friend will be happy to assist me."  As she eyed her companion, Alex felt she was daring her to refuse.  After the briefest pause, the young woman took the boots and hugged them to her chest.  She got down on one knee, removed one of the woman's shoes, and eased a boot over the waiting foot, gently tugging it upward.  With an effort she got it completely on and began the second.  That one gave her more trouble but she soon succeeded.  Alex waited for her to rise but she stayed there, now on both knees, while the confident woman got up and walked around the store.  As she passed Alex she gave him a penetrating stare, making him feel that she knew his secret. 

She sat again and the kneeling girl had to carefully remove the boots.  Two more pairs followed, with the same scene being played out each time.  Alex was fascinated but tried not to gawk.  He wasn't exactly sure why it was affecting him so strongly.  At last a decision was made, to purchase the first pair.  The younger female took them to the cashier and the older one paid.  As they left, Alex followed them, unsure of his motive.

He might have kept trailing them but, as he looked in front of him, he got a paralyzing shock.  Coming toward him were two of the guys he had tried to hang out with before his Aunt took over his life.  They had allowed him to tag along but never really included him.  He had felt inadequate and, in trying to compensate, had gotten himself into trouble with the authorities.  That was when he was turned over to his forceful Aunt, which had led to his current situation.  As the guys came closer they looked him up and down, appreciating what they saw.   Alex felt his cheeks grow warm.  They thought he was a girl.  He wanted to find someplace to hide.  The guys moved into his path and grinned as they got closer.  His eyes darted from side to side.  What could he do?  At the last possible moment the pair split up, one passing on each side of him.  From his left he heard, "Nice dress, honey."  From the other side came, "Love that walk."

Alex's mind was reeling.  He somehow took a misstep and stumbled.  A strong hand caught his upper arm and gripped it firmly, preventing him from falling.  He swivelled his head to see a tall female security guard looking at him with concern.  She had strong cheekbones and dark eyes. 

The guard wanted to know, "Are you all right, young lady?"

He had to take a breath before he could speak.  "I... I'm okay.  Guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."  He gave a small self-deprecating laugh.

She released his arm and peered at him provokingly.  Was she going to discover that he was a boy?  He took a step back, not sure what to do next.  The woman put her hands lightly on his shoulders and said officiously, but with concern, "Be careful, dear.  You wouldn't want to have any... difficulties." 

"N... no, Ma'am."

"But if you do..."  She squeezed lightly but reassuringly with both hands.  "... I'll be here to protect you."

Alex blinked nervously several times before he realised it would look like he was batting his eyelashes at her.  Was she a lesbian who thought he really was female?  Or had she decided he was male and that she would enjoy dominating him?  He felt utterly defenceless.  She flashed a grin, let go, and strolled off.  He looked over his shoulder as she moved away and saw her glance back, which made him tingle, for reasons he couldn't fully fathom.  Holding his purse with both hands, pressing it against his fluttering stomach, he continued on his way.  Straight ahead was a department store which was one of the mall's anchors.  Perhaps he would feel more anonymous among its many displays.  He entered and went to look at hats, figuring he couldn't have any problems doing something that innocent.  Wanting to be inconspicuous, like an anonymous shopper, he picked up a pillbox design with netting in the front.  The hat was made from some sort of plastic.  He uncertainly placed it on his head and looked into the mirror.  It wasn't bad.  He liked that it lent him a touch of maturity and even mystery.  As he replaced in on the display stand, it struck him that he was becoming more and more interested in and discerning about feminine attire.

Feeling calmer, he took his time passing by racks of belts and a table covered with neatly boxed gloves.  He was becoming more relaxed by the minute.  With renewed confidence he walked the short distance to the cosmetics department.  It was staffed by competent looking women in chic outfits.  Their hair was perfect and their make-up expertly applied.  He felt a twinge of jealousy but then reminded himself that he wasn't Alexis but Alex.  The conditioning he had received from his Aunt Tabitha had definitely taken hold on his mind.  He wondered how long, after his stay with her was over, it would be before its effects faded and then vanished.  The length of time he would be with her had been extended but, even so, it would eventually be over.  It's not as if she could eventually bring him to the point where he would want to stay.  He was puzzling through his uncertainties when someone spoke to him.  It was one of the elegant women behind the counters and she had something about 'your secret'.  It had finally happened.  He had been found out and was about to have his true gender announced.

His lower lip trembled as he asked, "W... what?"

Her lips, nicely coloured with pale pink lipstick, formed an amused expression.  "Now don't be shy.  In fact, let's start with some lovely make-up.  For instance..."  She reached for one of the samples.  "This new eye-liner.  Notice how thick the brush is?  We can get some very impressive results with it."

He stood there helplessly as she cupped his smooth chin in the palm of her hand and began to work around his eyes.  The woman introduced herself as Abby and said she liked the scent of his latex dress.  He whimpered a thank you but was more concerned with the chance of being publicly outed.  Abbey chatted about his enviably delicate facial features as she switched to eye shadow and then artificial lashes.  She confided that she wasn't supposed to do so much for a customer but said she knew he was a natural model and wouldn't mind showing off her work to a few customers.  That was the last thing he wanted to do but, instead of declining, he agreed in a weak and wispy voice.  She finished with the lashes and stepped back to get a better look at him.  Abbey nodded her approval.

"I..." Alex began and then halted.  He took a breath and went on, "... I was wondering who you wanted to... show me off to."

The capable cosmetician ran her hand above a row of lipsticks, stopping above one and plucking it from the display with a thumb and forefinger while keeping her pinky finger extended.  She explained, "There is a group of women who stop here around this time every Friday.  They come from their regular luncheon get-together.  They're quite fussy and act bored with whatever I show them.  So seeing someone as fabulous as you, with the original and slightly over-the-top job I'm doing on your pretty face, well, it should shut their mouths... and maybe even open their purses."  She uncapped the lipstick and considered Alex's mouth as if she were an artist and it was her blank canvas.  Abbey switched the lipstick tube for lip liner and carefully outlined Alex's lips to make them appear fuller.  Then she colored them expertly with her choice, a vivid shade of magenta.  After she was done she reached behind her and selected gloss, which went over the bright color to make it glisten.  When she showed Alex his reflection he gasped.  She had made him appear like himself, yet different, as if the face were the same but the personality was bolder.  He didn't feel that way but couldn't deny that it was how he would seem to others. 

Just then Abbey looked past him and said, "Oh, here come the ladies who lunch.  Let's see what they think of you, sweetie."

Alex saw a quartet of women approaching, all of them elegant and icily aloof.  But when they spied Abbey and her model they suddenly became interested.  The four of them crowded around, making him feel penned in and even more controlled.  Abbey explained that she was doing an impromptu makeover to her 'new discovery'.  The women examined his face with interest and several slim hands, decorated with expensive rings, touched his latex dress.  He shivered but didn't dare to say a word. 

"I think she needs something else," one of the new arrivals stated.

"What's that, Paris?" Abbey wanted to know.

"Well, you've given her a fantastic look but her jewellery is so not-matching."  She reached into her shoulder bag and took out a tiny box, which she set on the counter, explaining, "I got these for my niece but I bought two pairs that are almost the same.  So let's try one on this pretty princess."  She opened the box and took out dangling earrings with light-catching red stones swinging at their ends.  With practiced fingers Paris removed the earrings Tabitha had selected for him and set them into the box, then fitted the new ones through his pierced lobes.   She told him to swing his head so everyone could see how they glittered when they moved.  He obeyed, feeling surreally detached from the real world, as if he had gone down the rabbit hole into Wonderland. 

"Oh," said another of the women, "I have something else that would be perfect for her."

She reached into a colourful plastic bag with the name of a jewellery store on it and came out with a necklace of brightly coloured stones, saying that she had gotten it at a terrific price and wouldn't mind contributing it to 'our project'.  Alex's heart raced for a moment.  He was their 'project'?  All at once he wished he had been allowed to stay with his Aunt Tabitha.  Or to be home polishing up some of her latex fashions.  The second woman carefully unfastened the simple golden chain that was around his neck and set it aside.  Then she clipped the much gaudier selection onto him.  He was more the center of attention than ever as all five females aah-ed and ooh-ed over him.  He was shown his reflection again and got yet another shock.  Now he looked... what?  It was almost as if he was inviting everyone to ogle him, like a strutting peacock.  His only consolation was that at least the truth about his gender had not been divulged. 

That was when Abbey recalled out loud how she wanted to share 'your secret'.  Poor Alex almost sobbed as the other women raised their eyebrows, curious to know what was about to happen.  He braced himself for the awful revelation.  The woman behind the counter picked up a bottle of perfume and sprayed a light mist of it into the air in front of him, encouraging Alex to fan the air with his hands to make sure he got enough on him.  Feeling numb, he did as he was instructed.  Then she held up the sample bottle and asked the others if they would like to try it, too.  Alex's eyes went wide as he saw the name of the product, in looping cursive letters on its black and gold label.  "Your Secret".  He sighed in relief, even though he felt lightheaded, like he might swoon. 

The women inspected him and made more comments for the next several minutes.  They wanted to adopt a toned down version of Alex's look.  Obviously, Abbey had won high points for her creativity.  Her customers began asking about items to purchase and were soon producing their charge cards.  Alex stepped back, glad to no longer be everyone's focus.  When they were all done and, after giving him one last looking over, finally departed, Abbey gave him a friendly smile.

She said, "Thanks for being my guest model.  That was fun and I think my ladies' club will be less standoffish from now on.  In fact..."  She took something from under the counter.  "... I want you to have this.  It's only supposed to be for gals who make major purchases, but after what those four spent, you deserve it."  She gave Alex a small, handled shopping bag covered in broad vertical stripes that were alternately light and dark pink.  Abbey patted his hand as he took it and invited him to come back any time.  He told her, his voice faint and demure, that he would try to see her again. 

As he walked away he peeked into the bag and saw it contained a generous assortment of samples of various cosmetics and scents, along with moisturiser and something called Nighttime Sleep Cream.  Still coming down from all he had been through, he decided it was time to meet with his Aunt at the food court.  The trip back through the mall was intimidating because, with his new appearance, he attracted even more interest, some of it quite open.  One tall handsome guy in designer jeans, a black T-shirt, and a nice sports coat, locked eyes with Alex and gave him a wink.  What did that mean?  Did he think Alex was a girl?  Or know that he was a guy? 

At last he reached the food court.  He looked around anxiously, fearing that Tabitha wouldn't be there.  But she was, primly seated at one of the small tables, ankles crossed, a few purchases on the seat next to hers.  He went over and she had him get her an iced tea.  He knew better than to ask for anything for himself.  After he had delivered her drink he slid onto another chair, putting his knees together and shifting his feet to one side, the way he had been taught.  

His Aunt said, "My, don't we look different.  Do tell me everything that happened, dear.  And don't leave out any details."

He had to recount all of his embarrassments and concerns, rushing and then having to stop and sort his thoughts at several points.  She listened attentively and asked numerous questions, all of them calculated to make him elaborate on the most uneasy portions of his time apart from her, and to heighten his discomfort to the maximum.  She couldn't wait to tell her friend Eudora about everything.  Or, better yet, make him tell her. 

They left, with Alex toting her bags, and got into the car.  She began driving them back to her house but then she took an unexpected turn and went to a row of small shops, where she found a parking spot.  Alex had to walk alongside her for a half block, with more people seeing him and displaying curiosity about his distinctive look.  They entered a boutique specialising in exotic clothing.  He saw items made of latex and other types of rubber.  There were shoes with tall, pencil-thin heels.  An attractive older woman spotted Tabitha and greeted her by name. 

Alex's Aunt said, "Violet, do you recall when we were discussing the possibility of using Alexis here for a photo shoot, for your next catalogue and on-line site?"

"Yes, but you thought he didn't have the right look for the more... interesting... items that I wanted to feature."  She turned her eyes to the corner of the room where there was a display of -- oh no -- latex corsets, rubber bondage skirts, tops with straightjacket sleeves, hoods, and other bizarre items. 

"But we had the most fortunate stoke of luck.  Alex met a clever woman who gave him this new face, which would be perfect for what you have in mind.  And I'm sure she could be persuaded to come here, or wherever you're going to do the photography, and get him ready for his mass circulation exposure."

Alex felt like the floor was tilting.  He would be seen by countless customers who received the catalogs.  And on the internet he might be viewed by thousands more.  Wearing THOSE articles of clothing.  He had to make an effort to gather himself together and hear what else his Aunt was saying.

Tabitha went on, "I only have one stipulation.  I want there to be a shot of him as Alex, alongside one of the pictures of him as Alexis.  We don't want to practice any deception in advertising.  And I believe some of your customers would find it appropriate that your new model has, shall we say, and inner self that contradicts her outer self.  Though I am blurring the distinction between those selves as time passes.  And I'm sure I can complete the job.  Eventually.  Once she understands that this is who she really is.  But for your catalogue she'll still be Alex/Alexis, with a certain vulnerability that I'm sure your more discerning customers will perceive immediately."

"Especially once they see those before and after pictures."  Violet nodded.  "That will be perfect.  May I get back to you with the time and place?  There might even be some outdoor locations.  Sort of damsel-in-distress pictures.  I'm certain you'll approve.  And I'll have my photographer print some extras and make up and album for Alexis to keep by her bed.  She'll never get tired of seeing them and remembering what fun we had taking them.  I'm sure she'll get along well with my photographer.  He's young and..." She made a throat-clearing sound.  "...virile."

"That sounds ideal.  I'll be waiting for your call.  Eagerly.  And I'm sure my nephew feels the same."  She smirked at him.  "Don't you, Alexis?"

All he could find the voice to say was, "Yes, Auntie Tabitha.  Thank you, Auntie Tabitha."

 

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

Sunday, 5 January 2020

   Yes my friends, our dear, sweet, innocent Andy has been abducted, but fear not it is all in hand, very slippery hands.

In all sincerity , please visit the brilliant art of stvkar who has ,much to my utter delight, placed Andy and Aunt Jane in the centre of his classic art. 

  He was commissioned by the wonderful Cannibalix to create these, but has added some more, exclusive to his page on Deviantart.

 If any of you are members (Hello Kitty XXX) please do comment. 

  I can not say how thrilled I am to have had stvkar toy with Andy and how grateful I am to Cannibalix for commissioning.

For further information, please visit

https://www.deviantart.com/stvkar/gallery/69400004/the-cannibalix-files

https://www.deviantart.com/stvkar/gallery/

  Here you will find all the details you need.

 Biggest Hugs

XXX

Andy

What would our blog be without the stunning Amanda Holden and who can forget her classic Slave Princess of Mars outfit

Monday, 4 June 2018

New Art. California Girl

Hi Everyone

   I created this new art last night after being inspired by a sunny day on the beach yesterday. I wanted Andy to be the centre of attention but even that would be difficult for him surrounded by all the beach babe bodies on display and so, with a little nod to Asudem Latex, I came up with the perfect solution. The BabeSkin, 

 The following is an extract from BOYS?s sales catalog.

 "Coat your nephew, son or whomever you wish in our rich lube and slide them in via the neck entry of the ultra skin Latex BabeSkin. You will notice the skin is quite loose, this allows an easier access, however once in place,30 minutes in one of our salons sunbeds will shrink and tighten the skin to a perfect "beyond skintight" fit, creating the perfect Babebody. 

 From there our skilled make up artistes will blend your pretty ones new skin with the natural tones of his pretty face to create the perfect and totally undetectable seam. All is required then is whether your pretty one is dusted down to create a natural flesh tone or glossed up to create that sleek sun oiled beach body.Babe skin comes in a wide range of skin tones, embracing and breaking down cultural boundaries.

   Whichever you choose, your pretty one will turn heads, blessed with the perfect Bade body thanks the BabeSkin."

  

So where better to secretly test the BabeSkin than on a hot Californian beach and what stricter examination could there be than getting up close and personal with the most demanding of examiners.

 It is going to be a long, hot and embarrassing day for our sweet and helpless hero/Heroine, but one that the beach guys will be remember for a very long time.

  Hope you like this little piece of sunshine

XXXX

Monday, 30 December 2019

A Late Christmas Gift, From Your Host

Hi Everyone

 Hope you all had a lovely Christmas. I did and I bought myself a present and here is a clue....

No not Carol Vorderman, she was on my wish list but Santa let me down, No you may recall how these pics of Vorders Leather bum, nearly melted the internet well.......well you take a look below.

I looked up the pants Vorders was wearing, taking that white cross tag at the back as a reference and these were they and so.....I put my bum in them. Yes folks get a grip because on the left is Vorders legendary bum and on the right all leathered up, is your host's very own bottom.

  As I have always said, I got a nice bum and these pants just made me want to show it off.

And it comes attached to a slick pair of legs too.

   

As sad as I am to report I no longer have those Pants, I am happy to say the Bum and those legs are still going strong today

Big Hugs

XXXXXX

Andy

Superb Fiction. By Throne

Hi Everyone
  Here is a little something for the weekend from a friend of mine who writes under the name of Throne. He has many superb pieces  over at Fictionmania
https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=1400890976325808761
however this piece, re published here with full permission, is a wonderful tale inspired by my latest piece of art. Throne really gets the feel of my sissy Latex world and places his character  Alex in the hands of the same sexy and powerful ladies..
  Hope you enjoy it and please pop over and see his other work.
 Thank you to Throne, this is the wonderful. "A Walk In The Park".

A WALK IN THE PARK by Throne

Alex couldn't believe he had been caught.  His Aunt Tabitha had put him into a lovely, pale red, latex maid's outfit. A tiny cap was perched atop the wig he wore, which was cut in bangs above his eyes.  He was used to all that, but this one featured several tiny padlocks that made it impossible for him to take off.  The slim, fine-featured young man had gone into a bit of an internal panic.  He managed not to let it show but his mind focused entirely on getting those locks undone.  He had taken a pin and, reaching around behind his neck, tried to jimmy the lock that kept his collar closed.  It was a futile effort yet he couldn't stop himself.  Being trapped in that glossy latex top and short skirt gave him a feeling of claustrophobia.  He was still fiddling with the uncooperative mechanism when his Aunt entered the room, as silent as a silver cat, and discovered what he was attempting.  He was startled.  His face, prettily made up, was a mask of shocked surprise. 

Cool and aristocratic as ever, she had nevertheless made it plain by the tightness in her voice that she was angry with him.  In a level tone she told him that this was totally unacceptable and that something would have to be done about it.  He stood there with his slender thighs, encased in smooth latex stockings, pressed together.  She snapped open her cell phone and hit a preset number.

Tabitha said, "Hello, Sybil.  I'm going out for a little stroll through the park and thought you'd like to come along.  Maybe do some shopping on The Strip.  Perhaps get lunch, or at least tea.  I could pick you up in about twenty minutes.  Yes? Perfect."

The feminized youth in the maid's outfit mentally relaxed.  She was leaving and would presumably deal with him later, after her temper had cooled down.  What a relief.  He felt the muscles in his back unknot and his narrow shoulders drop fractionally.  All was well until his aunt said one more thing into her phone.

"My nephew Alex will be accompanying us if you don't mind.  He won't need time to change because he's wearing the prettiest maid attire.  He seemed to want to get out of it but I'm sure, once he sees how people admire the way it shows him off, he will want to stay in it, maybe even for the next few days."

Alex was stunned.  Oh no!  She couldn't mean it.  But as she closed the phone with a slow and deliberate motion she locked eyes with him, even allowing herself a slight smirk of triumph.  When he didn't oppose her, she took time to check her hair and change the necklace she was wearing for a string of small pearls.  Tabitha gestured for him to follow her as she breezed through the large house, went out a side door, and reached her car.  She opened the back door and nodded for him to enter.  He beseeched her with his eyes but, after what he had done, there was no mercy for him.  He slid onto the seat, feeling how the soft rubber he wore clung to him all over.  Alex's thin fingers went to the lock that held his skirt closed at the waist and clutched it nervously.  His aunt shut his door, got into the front, and started the car. 

In less time than she had predicted she reached her friend's home.  She hit the buzzer at the gate and Sybil's pleasant voice came from a speaker set in a stone post, saying she would be waiting inside.  The gate swung open and Tabitha drove the short distance to a wide circular drive that brought her to the front door.  She stopped and spoke to Alex without glancing back at him.

"Alexis, dear.  Please go and ring for Sybil."

He hesitated, feeling like this was his last chance to try to reason with her.  But what could he say after having been so disobedient?  He sighed and let himself out.  To his dismay a gardener was working nearby.  He was young and muscular, the latter fact emphasized by him having taken off his shirt.  He eyed Alex appreciatively.  And why wouldn't he?  It appeared that he was looking at a comely young woman in revealing clothing made of some clinging shiny material.  As Alex climbed the five steps, moving carefully on his high heels, he felt his cheeks grow warm.  He rang the bell, hoping Sybil would answer immediately and get right into the car.  But the door was opened by a middle aged man in a neat jacket and slacks who was obviously a butler.  Alex cringed inwardly as he said that Miss Tabitha was here to pick up Miss Sybil, not sure if that form of identifying them was acceptable.  This was all so awkward.  The man nonchalantly looked him up and down, paused, and then turned to peer deeper into the house.

"Madam," he said formally.  "You're ride is here."

Sybil strode up to stand alongside the butler.  She was dressed elegantly yet projected casualness.  Plainly she was amused by Alex's discomfort.  In no hurry she stepped outside and turned her head this way and that, as if she might stand there all day enjoying the pleasant weather.  Alex noticed the gardener, his bronzed skin now sheened with sweat, once more observing him, this time with a hint of a smile on his tanned face.  With both hands Alex tried to tug down the hem of his brief skirt, though it was impossible to lower it.  Sybil went down the steps slowly, with him trailing behind.  He opened the passenger side front door for her, hoping to speed up their departure.  She leaned down and said something to Tabitha that provoked a merry laugh.  Finally their guest got into the car and Alex closed the door.  He looked back and saw the gardener wiping his perspiring brow with a large red handkerchief, which he then tied around his neck.  Alex was warm inside his tight-fitting garments yet felt strangely chilled by that male gaze.  At last he regained control and got into the back seat.

All too soon they arrived at the park, which was small and well maintained.  On the far side he saw The Strip, a long street lined with shops and eateries.  As they all got out of the car he wished that, if he had to be dressed in latex, at least it could be slacks and a top, rather than the colorful maid's outfit, which was guaranteed to draw stares.  He exited the car reluctantly.  His aunt and her friend strolled along one of the park's walkways, with him bringing up the rear.  On a parallel path several joggers whisked by.  The women gave him critical looks, thinking he was a girl showing off her trim figure.  Guys flashed agreeable expressions, smiling and even throwing him brief waves.  He felt so exposed that he wished he could scurry into the nearest clump of bushes and hide until it was time to depart.  But no such option was available to him.  As they moved nearer to The Strip he was upset to see how many shoppers were on the sidewalks.

They crossed the street and immediately Tabitha's interest was caught by a boutique called Fashionable But Funky.  The items in the window were all well designed and made, but each one had something extra that individualized it.  There was a jacket with several small trinkets sewn to its wide collar.  And a pair of slacks with two rows of eyelets down the side, through which a long leather strip had been laced.  But what really drew Tabitha's interest was a pillbox hat with a short veil in the front.  It was pale blue and had been given added pizzazz by the addition of half a dozen faux gemstones -- intentionally artificial looking ones -- set around its outside.  She commented to Sybil that it might be a fun piece to wear as a novelty to some very informal occasion.  Her friend agreed and then both of them stood there considering it.

Everyone who passed couldn't help seeing Alex, some of them with raised eyebrows, others with disapproval, but many with sly grins and nods of empathy.  He wondered if they knew he was really a guy.  At least if they thought he was female, not a difficult mistake to make, he would be spared the deepest shame he might have to feel.  Inside his soft rubber clothing he felt as if he was slowly being compressed, all the maleness being squeezed out of him.  He fidgeted and tugged at what he was wearing until Tabitha, in a stage whisper, told him to be still.

They entered the shop.  Alex was glad to be off the street, at least until he saw that there were numerous female shoppers in the crowded space.  They watched him appraisingly.  From the dressing room a figure emerged.  It was a short and enviably thin girl with chestnut hair that fell to her shoulders and was cut straight over her eyebrows.   She had on tight, rainbow-striped slacks and a faux-fur vest with nothing under it.  Two women were with her and one of them said something about these items being perfect for a 'retro' party they would be attending.  The other woman moved closer, took the front of the vest between finger and thumb, and pulled it away from a milky white and narrow chest.  Alex was stunned to see that there were no breasts underneath, not even a suggestion of any.  The 'girl' was in reality another young man like himself, made to dress in feminine garb.  As the two women discussed their choices their charge could only stand there and blush prettily.  He was obviously as uncomfortable as Alex about having to go out in public that way. 

Tabitha asked a salesgirl if she might see the hat in the window.  The girl brought it to her and Alex's aunt positioned it atop her head.  It looked like something she might pick, though the fake jewels were somewhat loud for her usual tastes.  Still, as she had observed, it would be perfect for certain occasions.  One of the women with the lad in the vest used the name Marcy when speaking to him.  Sybil stepped over to them and put her finger to her chin while looking at the trio.  The woman asked her what she thought of Marcy's fashions. 

"I think it's darling," Sybil complimented.  "If you get those things for your Marcy you should have her wear them home.  It makes such an interesting statement, telling everyone that she dares to be flamboyant and wants to be the center of attention."

"Isn't that a wonderful idea, Marcy?" the woman asked the one modeling the retro gear.

"I... I guess so.  But I'd really rather not wear it... out there."

Alex could sympathize.  He wished he could console the other one who was in the same situation as himself.  But by then Tabitha had decided to buy the hat and was already presenting her charge card.  Soon it had been paid for and put into a hat box, which was then placed in a handled shopping bag that was bright pink and had the store's name on it in swirling letters.  She handed the bag to Alex, who accepted it only because he had to.  His eyes went to Marcy's and they shared a silent moment of mutual sympathy before Tabitha and Sybil left, with Alex hurrying along behind them.  Back on the street he once more felt like he was on display, especially with the brightly hued bag swinging at his side.  There were leers and smirks and sneers.  The women ducked into several more shops to admire handmade jewelry, art prints, and woven goods.  From that last selection of merchandise Sybil selected a patterned throw pillow.  It was put into another shopping bag -- nearly as gaudy as the other -- and handed to Alex.  With a bag in each hand he continued on. 

Shortly afterwards, as they were approaching the end of The Strip, Tabitha decided they should stop for a bite to eat.  Instead of going indoors, the women sat at a sidewalk café.  Before Alex could take a seat his aunt decided out loud that he would be more comfortable standing.  He wanted to disagree but was more interested in avoiding raised voices or anything that would make him even more conspicuous (if that was possible).  The women ordered light salads and white wine.  For Alex, Tabitha decided on a glass of seltzer with a slice of lemon.  He had to stand there with the bags on the seat he should have been occupying, delicately sipping as more people gawked at him.  From across the street he saw someone using their phone to take his picture.  No, no, no.

After what seemed like an hour the women were done eating.  They lingered, chatting about mutual friends who might want to come with them next time they were here.  Alex shifted his feet restlessly, again noticing how the latex seemed to be shrinking, and how warm he was inside it.  He sighed quietly and nibbled his lips.  Couldn't they PLEASE leave now?  They crossed over and began to examine the shops on the other side of the street.  Luckily for him they didn't seem to be finding anything of special interest.  Then, just as they were almost back to their starting point at the edge of the park, Tabitha came to a complete halt and was suddenly wearing a devilish smile on her usually placid features.

"My my," she said smoothly, "this wasn't here last time."

Sybil took a breath and added, "But I'm glad it is now."

Alex was unsettled to see that the new business was a... um... sex paraphernalia shop.  The window was somewhat discrete, being mostly limited to displaying lingerie, scented oils, eye masks with feathers on them, and other relatively innocent stuff.  But a pair of handcuffs here and a collar with leash attached over there suggested that much more awaited inside.  Alex shuddered as he followed the other two through the door and saw his worst fears realized.  There was leather bondage gear, gags, blindfolds, and small locking tubes whose purpose he couldn't guess.  Over in the corner there were racks of latex wear, to which his aunt was immediately drawn.  Behind them was some sort of transparent plastic item, tinted pink, that looked like a blow-up mattress, except that there was a space between two layers in which a mannequin stood.  He didn't want to even think about what it would be like to experience that. 

His aunt spoke to one of the clerks, a young woman in a tight corset, stockings, heels and little else.  Occasionally Tabitha would point toward Alex.  A sale was rung up, something was slipped into a plain brown bag, and then Alex's aunt spoke to her again.

"This is for my nephew Alex, who we were talking about.  Do you have a dressing room I could borrow for a minute to put it on him.  If 'on' is the correct word."

The clerk chuckled and indicated a spot in the back of the store.  Tabitha snapped her fingers at Alex.  Sybil took the shopping bags from him and he followed his aunt mutely.  The two of them entered a dressing room and Tabitha pulled shut the curtain.  He was disturbed that Tabitha had identified him as male to the clerk.  She made her nephew raise his skirt and lower the latex panties beneath it.  He was unhappily aware of how flimsy the barrier between him and the shoppers was.  She showed him what she had purchased and he gasped.  Then she took a tube full of something that she had also bought and used it on the first item.  There was a plug and, once its end was lubricated, she expected Alex to insert it into himself.  He whimpered softly but she was unrelenting.  He reached around behind his hips and performed the mortifying act with difficulty.  When it was in she had him raise his panties and smooth down his skirt.  He was blinking to keep himself from shedding tears.  As they left the dressing room he walked with special care.  It felt to him as if everyone was aware of his newest humiliation.  The clerk came up to them and asked if everything was all right.

"Perfect," Tabitha assured her.  Then she lied, "My nephew just adores using one of those."

"Is he into bondage as well?"

"He could be."

"Because we do some private shows, fashions first and then bondage wear after.  I think she... I mean he... would be perfect."  She held out a business card.  "If you're interested."

Tabitha accepted the proffered card and said, "Well, let's see how he behaves for the next few days.  And then I'll get back to you, no matter what I decide."

They left the shop and started across the park.  There was a play area with a sliding board and jungle gym.  Also a teeter totter, where a young man with a shadow of stubble on his strong jaw was standing and finishing a cup of coffee.  Tabitha went straight up to him, much to Alex's dismay.

She said, "Our little Alexis loves the see-saw but doesn't have anyone to ride with.  Would you mind being on the other end?"

He ate up Alex with his eyes and said, "Not at all.  I'm happy to help such a pretty girl."  When he straddled one end of the ride and lowered the other, Tabitha signaled for Alex to take up his place opposite the stranger.  Her nephew did as he was told.  The guy brought up that end of the see-saw until lit was directly under Alex's bottom.  The nephew started to sit and, as soon as his latex panties made contact, realized what effect this was going to have on the sex toy that was mostly inside him, with a short length protruding.  He moaned quietly in anticipation and set his weight down on the seat.  With the guy taking the lead, the teeter totter began to go up and down.  Each time Alex reached the top or hit bottom, he felt a sharp jab from behind.  Across from him the other rider was oblivious to his lack of comfort, instead concentrating on what he saw as a desirable young thing who wanted to be on this recreational device that usually attracted children.  Well, so be it, the guy must have decided, caring only that he could keep drinking in her beauty.

Alex was utterly shamed to be ogled like that, at the same time suffering physical abuse from the bung planted deep inside him.  He sniffled and tried to endure, though Tabitha let his discomfort go on and on and on.  At last she thanked the rider on the other end.  He lowered Alex all the way down and swung his long leg over the see-saw's end.  Then he went to 'Alexis' and offered his hand, which Alex took weakly to allow himself to helped to his feet.  His legs trembled as he crossed the park, taking small steps and short sharp breaths, hoping that no one could guess the reason for his uneasiness.  At last they reached the car, where he found that even sitting on a yielding seat was no longer comfortable.  Tabitha detoured around the city, making the drive seem interminable.  She eventually dropped off Sybil and then returned home.

Once they got there and were inside, Tabitha sat and relaxed.  Alex stood and suffered.  His aunt browsed through a catalog and left him where he was, presumably to consider his earlier act of rebellion and how much it had cost him.  After a while she looked up at the distressed young man.

"Have you learned anything?" she wanted to know.

Speaking barely above a whisper he told her, "Yes, Ma'am.  I'm very sorry that I tried to get out of my uniform.  I hope you'll forgive me."

"Well, you'll have to earn forgiveness.  And if you convince me that you are properly contrite, that will be the end of it.  Otherwise, I think that the modeling job that shop girl mentioned could be the perfect cure for you.  Especially because it would be once a week, which would provide you with helpful reminders to maintain the right attitude.  Don't you agree?"

Not willing to risk any other words, he just said, "Yes, Aunt Tabitha.  Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, dear.  And how is your 'little friend' working out for you?  Not slipping out, is it?"

"Not at all," he said, trying not to feel as displeased by that as he was.  "It's very well... in place."

"They're designed to stay where they're put.  And is it filling you nicely?"

Shameful though it was to speak about the matter, he answered, "Yes, Ma'am.  It's... quite large enough."

She dismissed him to go and do his usual chores.  They both knew that everything would be more difficult than usual with his 'little friend' in place.  He certainly wouldn't forget it was there.  And he had a worrisome foreboding that she would determine that he had NOT redeemed himself and that he would soon need to see the inside of that sex shop again, though not as a customer. 

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(Please check the note at the end of my earlier story, LOVELY IN LATEX, to learn more about my inspiration.  THANKS.)

Super story from a friend

 Hi everyone,
  This is a quick post to guide you to a rather lovely story written by a kind friend of mine and posted on Fictionmania.
  I am very honored to say it was inspired by my blog and and stuff and I must say I found it beautifully written and wonderfully naughty.
 Pop over there and have a read and when you are there just leave a note to say you were. We bloggers need a little encouragement from time to time.

http://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=1398734576705157330

  Best wishes
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Ps Thank you Throne, XX

UPDATE!
  Here is part 2, and it is every bit as good.
http://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=139986106132363484