This is a blog about Kinky stuff, at no point are any of the characters under the age of consent. This is the story of a young man discovering his true self with the guidance of a loving and understanding Aunt.
It is a tricky world for those who are searching for identity and we should all offer our love and support to those who are struggling.
Welcome
Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. Well it is not so much a blog more a place to share all the things i have written, drawn and generaly played with over the last 10 years. Most of them are related to my love of smooth slick Latex and shiny PVC, as well as the delights of feminization. I also have a huge crush on British TV presenter Carol Vorderman (The perfect model of the older woman) as well as the gorgeous Keira Knightley. (more my age). There will be nothing harsh or nasty here, just fun things, naughty things, sexy things and yes, well, Kinky things. Basically it's a stroll through the kinky lanes of my mind. hope you have fun. XXX
Hi Everyone Sorry it's a little late, but I have been crazy busy and now its nearly 10 pm, but Wednesday Is Wednesday and so it may not be a full round up again but three little treats that I hope will tickle you as the do me. First we start with a recently released clip of Blog Legend Amanda Holden at the British fashion Awards 2022. No other clip of her in this stunning Latex/Vinyl dress has ever appeared so I thought It was worth a quick post. The clip is painfully brief but captures the look perfectly
Over the past month I have been trying to find an angle from which Miss France 2024 isn't just plain adorable and as yet I have failed.
So just in case you have not met the stunning Miss Ève Gilles before.
Now, I wonder why I find her so beguiling? Perhaps it's that she reminds me of someone?
Can't think who though, Can you?
Ok Last up, I want you to help me make a choice,It's a simple one.
Which colour do you prefer. Imagine Aunt Jane was in your shop and struggling to chose which colour. Don't let her down now.
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Andy
Oh and one last thing, Ai is fun, but it sometimes can't even get Aunt Janes boots on the right way round
Here we are and I hope you are all well. Time for a quick round up of a few little bits and bobs, which have come my way over the past few weeks.
Mostly clips, but all super gorgeous, including someone we have never met before but whom I have fallen for bigtime.
Also and most importantly we have a lovely little piece from our dear friend Jennifer Wilson.
Hope you like this little fun collection.
XXX
Andy
First, as promised a few weeks ago another clip of the stunning Emma Bunton in those slick pink legging. Beautiful
Now we have another clip of the stunning Zendaya. Not from the Dune premiere, but from the Louis Vuitton show a few months ago and if the lady looked slightly uncomfortable in that Chrome and Vinyl masterpiece she looks even more so in this stunning and dangerously unzipped gown.
Ok Take a breath because here come Nicola Steele. Who? I here you ask. This is the brilliant, businesswoman and entrepreneur Nicola Steele of The Venetia Steele boutique, featuring in her own online sales clips. You know me and my mature ladies, especially in vinyl, Leather or Latex. Well........... Just Wow!!!!!!
Have we calmed down yet, no me neither, but time waits for no one, so lets take brief glimpse at some stunning satin? blouses. Gotta say I love a flowing satin Blouse, but these ,look like some latex satin hybrid. Like amazing.
And now as promised here is that super new story from Jennifer Wilson.
Jennifer, It is a pleasure to have you back on our blog XXX
Jenny and the Maid
By
Jennifer Wilson,
part one.
Jenny, just on the wrong side of 40 had been posting vintage photos on Tumblr of girls in shiny rainwear for about a year when she received a private message another Tumblr member. It was just a compliment on her posts and Alan, his name, sounded quite friendly, so Jenny responded, thanking him. This started a communication between them, mainly about their common interests in rainwear fetish clothing.
After a few to and fro messages Alan explained that his main fetish was actually with latex and PVC maids outfits and indeed he possessed quite a few and loved to dress himself up in them. He also let Jenny know that he liked to be called Alana as that was how he felt dressed up as a maid. This was fine by Jenny and she continued to correspond calling him Alana and learned that he/she spent most of her time wearing PVC, plastic or latex panties as they really turned him on. Jenny herself often wore latex undergarments and could understand completely the pleasure from doing this.
Their online friendship continued for a few months when it became obvious that they did not live too far away from each other, just a couple of towns distant. Alana asked if it would be OK if they met up for a coffee or lunch someday, but Jenny was hesitant at first and stalled off for a while making up excuses but really didn’t want to commit to anything more than just texting.
A few weeks went by with weekly messaging between them but no further mention of meeting up. Jenny was happy with this as Alana was not pushing the request, it made it sound more sincere and she decided to risk meeting up. She made it very clear that it would be at a café in a shopping centre with lots of people around so that she could feel secure.
Alana was over the moon that they could actually meet up and asked where they should go, anywhere she liked would be no problem for her.
Alana also asked if it would be alright with her if he came as Alana rather than Alan. Jenny had a think about this and decided it would be OK as long as she did not overdo things regarding appearance that she might be embarrassed fearing over the top make up and clothes. Alana promised he would be discrete and dress tastefully but could he wear his shiny raincoat as inclement weather was forecast?
So the following Saturday they met at Jenny’s favourite coffee shop around 10-00. Jenny had dressed herself in just slacks and blouse, nothing too adventurist, but she did don her very shiny black PVC hooded raincoat with the belt tightly fastened. She was a little apprehensive at what was going to happen but determined that nothing would take place she was not comfortable with.
Alana was easy to spot in her bright red shiny raincoat awaiting at a table when Jenny arrived. She stood up and welcomed Jenny with a hand shake and complimented her on the shiny raincoat. Jenny was pleased that, apart from the coat, Alana was dressed up just like any other shopper in a slack suit and smart black shoes with a low heel. A brunet wig of medium length adorned her head tied with a silk scarf and clip. She looked around mid-40’s with the minimum make up she had on with just a trace of lippy.
Coffee was ordered and conversation continued apace making Jenny comfortable with her enough for suggesting that they go back to her place for lunch. Alana had her car there and thought they could take it back to her place. Jenny noticed a suitcase on the back seat and asked why it was there. “I have some clothes in it that I thought it may be just possible for us to try some on. It was a wild guess I know but it would please me ever so much if you could see yourself going along with it”
“Well we will see what you have and I will decided then.”
Back at Jenny’s flat Alana with her suit case came inside and placed the case on the lounge. He opened it up to reveal lots of pink and white clothing and the welcome aroma of latex.
“What I would really love is for you to dress me up as a French maid and take full control of me in any way you wish.”
Jenny by this time was feeling quite OK and unconcerned of any dangers to herself so agreed to her request.
They moved to the bedroom along with the suitcase and Jenny unpacked the latex clothes to see just what she had. Along with the pink maids dress was white frilly panties and bra both in latex. A white maid’s apron and hair cap along with white stockings also all in latex and a pair of 3” black heels. There was also a black long haired wig, very glossy and smooth.
“Right” said Jenny, “This is how it is going to be, you must understand that I am now in complete control with this and any complaints from you we will be finished right now and you can home.”
“Please you can do or ask anything you like, I am at your mercy mistress Jenny.”
“First get undressed then I will see how to commence with these lovely clothes, I am impressed with what you have here and I am looking forward to doing this.”
Alana undressed herself and stood there with the biggest hard on that Jenny had ever seen.
“That will not do at all, very unfeminine, what are we going to do with that?
“Well I have a sort of small corset that holds it up against me tightly under the panties, so if we put that on first it shouldn’t look too bad.”
So the restrictive band thingy went on followed by the latex panties and the bra. Alana had a set of false boobs already on so that the bra fitted nicely. The latex stocking went on next with the help of some lubricant and lots of careful tugging. The pink dress fitted very well with the full length zip at the back pulled all the way up, finished off with the pinny. Next was the black wig and cap and shoes. Alana was now the picture of a perfect French maid and ready to serve.
Monday is here again and that means we need something to lift our spirits and what could be better than seeing our dear sweet Andy all sweet and beautiful, helpless to resist his beloved Aunt Jane and her wonderfully naughty games.
This is a piece previewed over on Patreon a few weeks ago. It is set before Will knows about Andy's secret life, but at the point when Jane is teasing him with little games, leading him to both accept his beauty is now so total that even his best friend will not recognise him and that there is no turning back.
Is it possible for Andy to go the the very restaurant in which his best friend works and not be found out?
The answer will be revealed at The Riviera
I had such fun giving Andy this look, don't worry Andy is still our favourite red head, but I thought for such a daring trip to the restaurant, Andy needed a look far from his usual short style, plus I love that lustrous mane of hair, total glamour I hope you agree.
So here is the second part of the two part In Paris story (which I am still trying to write) and there may be others to fill in the gap between Andy leaving the hotel and returning in a somewhat slicker outfit.
Now there is a little detail that needs clearing up, the blouse is shimmering silk and not Latex. Lets not forget Jane has not yet been led down the only Latex styling for a her nephew route. That is the idea of the Sisterhood, one Jane then whole heartily embraces for him.
Anyway, here we are, with Andy returning hand in hand with his beloved Aunt Jane, but somewhat less smiley than when he left.
So today we have the complete version of a pice previewed to my delight over on Patreon a few weeks ago and featuring our Hero/Heroine dress for a nice little stroll with Fifi.
However and as ever Aunt Jane,in her slickest vinyl pants, is not going the let the opportunity to make her beloved nephew blush pass without a little fun.
I have never really been a fan of the whole Kardashian thing, but i must admit I did love this pic of Kim Kardashian on the Ellen show last week. She was wearing the Pamela Dress by Vex and she looked really pretty. Providing that was you did not see the boots she was wearing with it, Mid grey suede. Suede? with latex, shiny and dull? Nope I don't get that at all.
Now I have got that off my chest we can continue with another super story from our dear Skinnie S, based on the last Lady Jane Adventure.
Lady Jane and the Red Planet
Ep1 Body Double (with cliffhanger)
They saw the lights of the space jet emerge from the clouds and inky blackness before they heard it. Andy was surprised how long his Aunt waited before turning on the lights. Finally, as it neared the perimeter fence, she switched on the car headlights and the lamps that they’d stationed earlier along the sides of the runway blazed into life. Andy shivered. He wasn’t sure whether it was the cool wind that whipped across the abandoned airfield and seemed to go right through his latex business suit, or just nervous trepidation.
“Are you sure you’re going to be OK, honey,” asked Jane
“Yes, Auntie?”
“Are you sure you’re going to be able to take it. It’s very important. I’m told the Duke has some very particular preferences.”
“I’m sure, Auntie. We’ve practised and trained for this. You’ve prepared me well. I’m not going to back down now. After all, King and Country depends.” “It’s not just King and Country, Andrew: all Earth depends. Not long now.” Even though the space jet had silencers, there was still a roar as it came down and its tyres squealed on the short landing strip. Jane hoped it hadn’t woken the neighbouring villages. The jet taxied to a halt near their car. Jane extinguished the landing lights. Only the moon and the car’s headlamps illuminated the scene. She took off the gimp hood from her latex stealth catsuit and shouldered her sniper rifle just in case they had any unforeseen visitors.
There was a little blaze of light as the door on the jet lowered. Andy stationed himself at the foot of the steps that unfolded from the door. There was silence and then the first movement he noticed was a foot appear at the edge of the doorway. A high heeled foot. A high-heeled foot with wide, high gold ankle straps. He didn't think he’d seen a more stylish ankle, not even on his Auntie. Then he gasped. He could see a trail of Larvalous slime running down her leg. Then the Princess emerged and descended the steps.
“Welcome, your Royal Highness,” said Andy with a slight deferential bow as he’d been instructed.
The Princess held out her hand. Andy didn’t know whether to kneel and kiss it, or shake it. She merely touched the back of his hand and a globule of slime dribbled on to his fingers.
“Greetings earthlings,” replied the Princess with apparent disdain. She might be beautiful, but Andy was starting to take a dislike to her: ‘Stuck up bitch’ were the words running through his head. Not a hint of gratitude about being rescued. Was all this going to be worth it for her? Except it wasn’t just for her. She turned to his Aunt, “Lady Fukkerton-Jones, I assume?” she said.
“It’s Fullerton-Jones actually,” said his Aunt, putting on her most cut-glass English accent.
“And is this your assistant?” She peered at Andy. “She’s not a bad likeness, though I say so myself. Do you think your plan will work?”
“It’s not my plan, it’s my assistant’s.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Andy likes to go through the archives in the basement of Fullerton Hall.”
“What’s that got to do with it?” asked the Princess impatiently.
“He’d come across some items from the 20th century. An audio recording about a ‘Student Prince’ that he found funny.”
“I’m a Princess not Prince,” she said haughtily, “and this isn’t funny. The sovereignty of my people is at stake.”
“No, your Royal Highness, not in the least. And there’s the security threat to Earth too. He also found an old moving picture called ‘The Photon Menace’ ….”
“Called ‘The Phantom Menace’ in which a Queen is impersonated by one of her handmaidens.”
“A Queen. That’s more like it.”
“Though, I think Andy watched more for the handmaiden than the Queen.”
“Hmmm,” sniffed the Princess.
“Anyway, he proposed the switch so that you could attend the United Galaxies Peace Conference and speak on behalf of Mars and our Solar System to stop the border threat imposed by the Larvalous and their allies. We need to hurry so that your disappearance isn’t noticed by your guards. You and Andy can swap clothes in the little shed by the runway. I’ve arranged an emergency hairdresser and make-up artiste to make sure your appearances match perfectly. There’s also a locksmith waiting to get you out of your cuffs and Slavecollar.”
“Thank you. But how will your assistant cope with the Larvalous? As you see, ever since the Duke took me hostage, he keeps me coated in their slime so that I am in a near continuous state of helpless sexual arousal.”
“Don’t worry about Andy. My nephew first encountered the Larvalous when he was a cadet in Star Fleet. Somehow he managed to develop a curious set of antibodies. It means that although he still responds to the stimuli, he maintains free will. Our scientists remain baffled, but they’ve taken samples of his blood and hope to develop a vaccine that might save people on earth from being overwhelmed by base desires should the Larvalous choose to invade. At the moment, it’s our only hope for resistance should they decide to spray the planet with their amorous excretions.”
“And the Duke. How will he manage the Duke?”
“I’m sure he will cope.”
“But the Duke is not, how do you say, well endowed. He prefers to use his hands. Not just his hands, his fists.”
“Your Royal Highness, I’m sure Andy will be fine. I trained him myself.” There was a glint in Jane’s eye. “We need to get you cleaned up and detoxed, but while you still have Larvalous slime on you, it would seem a shame to waste it. Maybe it would be more sensible if you took your clothes off in the back of my limo. The girls and extraction team can look after Andy while I show you how I’ve trained him and prepared him to meet the Duke.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said the Princess, suddenly lapsing back into her slime befuddled state.
“Take care, Andy,” said Jane. “Go to the shed. Remember your training. See you in two weeks after the Conference. Love you, honey.”
“Love you Auntie.”
Half an hour later, the space jet took off with a slightly flustered Andy in a tight bustier corset, latex gloves, panties and stockings, ankle strap high heels, gold cuffs, Slave collar and a purple cape of the Mars Imperium. To complete the effect, he’d been sprayed with sticky lime jelly. Meanwhile the Princess reclined on the back seat of the limousine. There was still time before she needed to shower, have her hair put up into a bob, and adopt the austere business suit of a PA. She liked Lady Jane’s soft, delicate hands. So much nicer than the Duke’s. “Again, again,” she screeched, “please Lady Fukkerton! Again! Make it four! Please make it four!” Jane balled her fist for a fourth time. Maybe now was the time to try the Princess with two. ‘Lady Fukkerton!’ She’d show this stuck-up Princess who was Lady Fukkerton.
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Finally, after she’d screamed with pleasure for the twelfth time, the Princess began to tire. Jane looked down at a vision of ecstatic prettiness - so like her dear nephew on a Sunday morning. After a few moments respite from the frenzied attentions she’d administered to the Princess, she found the Larvalous intoxication she’d experienced from handling the slimy member of Martian royalty beginning to wear off. She looked again. As her faculties returned, her heart leapt into her mouth and panic filled her. Jane cursed that she’d not noticed sooner, realising that her own susceptibility to Larvalous poison had made her fallible: the slime had done its fiendish worst.
Her protracted, lascivious indulgence of the Princess meant it was far too late to warn Andy and abort the mission. The space jet would already have warped and radio silence in Martian airspace would be a necessity for the covert return of ‘the Princess’ to her cell. Andy was going to be discovered unless he kept his panties on during his captivity and encounters with the Duke, which was likely to be an impossibility. The Princess had said the Duke wasn’t well endowed, but she hadn’t mentioned that the same applied to her. Andy’s equipment might be modest, but it was huge in comparison to this Martian hussy. The Duke would notice immediately. She had to get a message to Andy not to take his panties off, and just slide the rear to one side. Surely, he could do that? He sometimes did with her to stop any annoying flapping. Otherwise, both his modest endowment and his identity would be uncovered. She had to get that message to him, but how? The whole mission depended on it. Andy’s safety depended on it and tears started to well in her eyes. She had to save her brave boy...............................
A cliffhanger, gotta love a cliffhanger
Thank you S
XXX
Now a quick acknowledgement of one of the most beautiful and elegant ladies on instagram. Her name is Mel Lowe and her insta is https://www.instagram.com/mellowe_moments/
She wears such elegant outfits and not just in leather and Vinyl. However in keeping with one of our blogs themes, I post these stunning images of her in leather and vinyl pants.
Now.....I hope I cause no offence by posting these, but if anyone has an issue or wishes them removed I will do so without question.
To round up this short selection, a gift to me from two wonderful artists and commissioners of art.
Both have Deviantart pages and both are totally wonderful and if we all wish together maybe we might find out what is going to happen to this pair, one of whom is oddly familiar.
Welcome to the Wednesday round up and today we seem to have a slick'n'Shiny pants special.
tarting with the return of the fabulous Blog Fave, Kate Beckinsale, who posted these pics of her in stunning vinyl pants late last week. It's great to see her back to top form after her recent back injury.
Now, following on from her appearance last week we have the beautiful Verona Pooth on last weeks Berlin Late,wearing a stunningly hot outfit of tan Vinyl pants and a shiny red top, all matched with killer heels.
Now another Blog Fave, the never camera shy Lizzie Cundy, who just happened to be snapped whilst charging her car in London. Not that I am complaining, those Freddy's never looked better.
Now this was sent to me by a friend of the blog who wishes to remain Anon, but I will say bless you Lulu LOL XXX.
This is Glynis Barber, from the 1980s Tv series Dempsey and Makepeace . When I saw it I was amazed, because I had found the perfect actress to play Lady Jane in the Lady Jane Adventures movie.
Welcome to Wednesday and I am delighted to say we are totally in the hands of our friends and contributors
Enjoy
XXX
Hello
By Mandy Sweet Heart
The missing Chapters part 4
Chapter Four.
With Andy appearing to be lost in the reflections of his recent humiliation at the
filling station, and maybe he was imagining the ones yet to come, Jane knew he would be alright because every now and again he would mumble. “I wish Will was here with me.” Or something similar, and Jane felt that she could empathise with him, therefore she drove at a steady sixty.
Despite driving along the monotonously straight road for well over an hour, and with very little of the unrestricted scenery reshaping itself, an electronic voice abruptly sounded. “Turn right in one mile.”
Using the mirror and glancing around her, Jane was mystified as she couldn’t see any indication of any buildings and apart from the tarmac in front of her, there was little sign of any civilisation, but in seconds the road plummeted into a lilliputian canyon and they could both suddenly see the immaculately tended gardens opening out before them.
For Lady Jane, the only despondency she felt was due to the gardens being laid out in a precocious French style that was popular during the seventeen hundreds, she would have prefered the design to be created in an Italian landscape. However, as she marveled at this creation in the middle of what was essentially a wildness, even Andy seemed to come back to life, as he too was impressed by the sight.
“Let’s get this over with, and then we can go home.” Jane purred as she cruised up to the gold finished, ornamental cast-iron gates, complete with an attached gatehouse. Hastily glancing at either of the pillars, Jane looked for an intercom but to her unexpected surprise the gate was manned, and both Jane and Andy watched the young person hurry towards them, though the individual was having some difficulty walking on the finely graveled pavement while wearing six inch, spiked heels. “He’s pretty.” Andy softly said, and yet he was truly impressed by the attendants tiny black glossy maids outfit.
“Hush child, or I’ll inform William about all of your unbecoming behavior.” Jane said in a tone that left little to the imagination, and Andy realised that she didn’t just
imply right now but he was to constantly act as her subservient assistant while they were here.
“Please forgive me for keeping you waiting, Ma’am.” The attendant begged, and Jane realised that this was the same line as the chauffeurs had used and she guessed that all of the boys had to use it.
“I’m Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones,” Jane said briskly, yet in a tone that left little imagination to who was the superior here, “and this is Andrew Watson, I believe the sisters are expecting us?”
“Of course Ma’am. The sisters have been awaiting your arrival,” the boy grovelled, then he reached for something in his decorative apron pocket and aimed it at one of the pillars while pleading. “However, please may I ask you to drive carefully? It’s just that there may be gardeners around, plus a few maids may be on a day off and they tend to stroll around the gardens.”
By the time the effeminate gate keeper had finished talking the gates had fully opened, Jane gave him a curt nod before smoothly depressing the accelerator and began driving away at an extremely sedate pace.
Somehow, Jane kept to a pace that would accommodate anyone walking close to them, and although the infrastructure during the mile long drive was impressive she was finding the momentum absolutely tedious, hence she couldn’t find it in her heart to berate Andy when he became restless in his seat.
Eventually they passed a group of tall coniferous trees that had been meticulously encouraged to grow into a hedge and before them stood an immaculately maintained white building that would have looked at home in South Carolina before the American civil war.
After such a long drive, Jane was happy to finally turn the key to turn off and allow the hot engine to cool down, and despite the quiet clicking she found the silence a further delight, the stillness was so complete that she heard Andys’ latex garments modestly creaking as he lifted himself from the seat.
Andy started to straighten out his tight latex trousers, but seeing how his aunt remained behind the steering wheel he hurried around the front of the vehicle so he could open the door and help her out. However, he fought against the loose grave, an effort that was multiplied by the way Andy was attempting to stop the precipitous heels from being ruined when they sunk into the stones.
Thankfully he made it without any mishaps and as he held the car door open he was undecided where to place his eyes, naturally he was concerned about his aunts’ warfare but his eyes kept being distracted by the two beautiful maids quickly gliding through the bell shaped doors and down the white marble steps. “Keep your eyes off of the boys.” Jane advised.
“Boys? Are you sure, Auntie Jane?” Andy cautiously asked.
“I counted six as we drove through the gardens.” Jane purred while Andy blinked, then took another look and wondered if he needed glasses. “If you don’t behave I’ll treat you to the horse whip again.” Jane added, and watched as a grin spread over Andys’ features, the sight delighted her and she bent to whisper in his ear. “I’m sure you won’t want me to tell Will about all of your kinky habits!”
Andy definitely felt unsure about Will knowing too much just yet, and he began to instantly concentrate on what Lady Jane demanded of him. Yet as Jane eased away from him, she was distracted by one of the maids who had been dutifully waiting for her to finish addressing her ward. “Ms. Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones?”
Jane simply nodded an acknowledgement, although Andy seemed to be preoccupied by her fancy lace neckband and wrist trimmings.
“If you please Ma’am, my name is Chantill.” The taller, blond maid began. “Mistress Celeste has requested that I escort you to her. I can see you have some luggage strapped to the car and if you have any more, Toni will be more than happy to take it to your rooms.”
Although Jane had not considered staying at the mansion for long, she knew that she wished to freshen up and change before returning to London and she cautiously handed the keys to the brunette maid. “Thank you Ma’am.” Toni said in a lustrously soft feminine voice.
“I prefer to have Andy doing my unpacking.” Jane blatantly stated before gently taking hold of Andys’ hand and following Chantill up the stone steps and through the wide doors that led into a broad, elongated entrance hall that had the deep perfume of fresh lilacs and sumptuous feminine perfume.
Whilst the musical sound of clipping heels seemed to surround them and with Andy still in tow, Jane continued to follow Chantell along the hallway until they had reached the last doors, where Chantell softly said. “Please wait here a moment, Lady Jane.” Then he swiftly knocked and opened the door before entering.
The maid had only been in the room for less than a minute before reappearing, and while using a hush voice, he ushered Lady Jane and Andy to go in. “I’m sure the Mistress will be with you soon.” Chantell whispered before returning to the hallway.
Luckily, Jane was familiar with other people imagining that their time was more important than hers’ and she used the time to appraise the woman as she sat on a deep cushioned, leather sofa. Nonetheless, Jane found it hard to place the womans’ age, maybe that was due to the dyed, platinum blond hair that had been cut into a classic bob and the style made her appear around sixty, yet her clothes told a different story, like Jane, she wore a pair of classic, black Christian Louboutin pumps and whereas Jane favoured leather, the woman the maid had called Celeste was attired in a knee length, black latex skirt with a black corseted jacket that was fastened to the white collar and glowed with an unreal luster.
After a minute of being ignored Jane started to assess the room and her eyes were immediately drawn to a display case containing several gold phalluses, and as Andy let out an audible gasp Jane went to take a closer look. There were only four objects on the display, yet the smallest one was around fourteen inches tall with an advantageous girth.
“I see you’re admiring my sisters’ ornaments.” A deep feminine voice said softly. Jane turned towards the voice and saw Celeste pulling on an old fashioned velvet bell ribbon. “Personally, I am much more concerned with technique and stamina than size but she just loves to belittle the new boys, by telling them that this is the dimensions of a real man.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting Lady Jane, may I call you Lady Jane?” Although Jane normally would be opposed to people using her title, she would allow it this time and she nodded dismissively.
“Good, and I’m pleased to see that you are interested in our offer.” There was a courteous knock on the door and the maid, Chantell, entered, he gave a quick curtsy and said. “I’m very sorry to keep you waiting Mistress Celeste, is there something I can do for you?”
“Yes, take this note to Ms. Darkly and ask her to write a letter for me, I wish it to explain how I will accept Ms. Stoners’ maid for training.” Chantell accepted the piece of paper, but before he could give another curtsy, his Mistress seductively said. “Then come right back here, I have a feeling that I might need you later.”
Abruptly, a third voice appeared and Janes’ attention was automatically drawn to the three high back gothic chairs facing the rear gardens. “If you two are going to be talking business, maybe I should take Lady Janes’ sissy to see the stables.” As the woman who had just spoken started to show herself, she instantaneously stepped to greet Jane, although Jane was stunned to see another woman and how much she appeared to be just like Celeste including an identical latex outfit, yet a fervent growl began, one that seemed to be issued from Celestes’ direction, and instantly the other woman simpered. “Forgive me Mistress Celeste.”
“Mistress Giorgia, you know how I do so hate the phrase, sissy,” then she turned to Jane to continue. “I much prefer beautiful boys, don’t you?” Celeste asked Jane, but before Lady Jane could reply, Celeste suggested. “However, it’s a wonderful idea and we should all go.”
The interaction between the two sisters had only lasted mere seconds, but it gave Jane enough time to realise that, just as there was a hierarchy within any organisation, there was within the pinnacle of the Sisterhood.
To Be Continued.......
And now some sweet translations of my art by our dear friend Girlie Morgane.
Here is a clip featuring my favourite member of South Korean Kpop group Mamamoo, the beautiful Hwasa. By the way it also features a pair of super slick vinyl pants.
These next three are images sent to my by our dear Lee, Thank you Lee you send me such sweet images which really do inspire me.
If I may, I love the first one here.
This is so Gothic, I love it
and amazingly Lee even somehow tapped in to my love of Blue biker leathers amazing
Firstly A quick thing. I may be absent for a little while, hopefully not (fingers crossed) but i have some heavy personal stuff that might mean I don't reply to comments or emails as quick as I would hope. As i say hopefully not ,but just a heads up.
That out of the way lets have some fun.
Now I am not really sure where this might fit into the timeline of our world, by the shirts I have drawn we are in the US, but it is something I just wanted to create, I thought it fun and happy and this is what came out.
I also wanted to put Andy into this simple classic outfit, It is an outfit I myself have worn on many an occasion whist with my dear friends.
Not I am not holding this piece up as one of my best but, I just enjoy it and I hope you will too.
XXX
Andy
Those of you who know the British sitcom The Good Life from the 1970s may get the reference here.
I am a big fan of all retro things like that and have to admit Margo is very much in my head when I write Aunt Jane's Dialogue in my art.
Below is one of the sweetest examples of why I love and adore vinyl pants, you just have to know what you will be letting yourself in for, especially in public.
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