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Sorry if this is a bit rushed but it sums up my week so far, burt I had to pop in to share the next part of Mistress LeatherBeth's superb story, plus so super art from a creator new to the blog and some spots from the world of shiny media.
First off lets us take in the awesome sight of the gorgeous Cat Deeley, back on British tv and brightening our mornings in Pvc
Some Ai can be repetitive but Der Skalde adds so much detail and an air of femininity, it really stands out to me.
So thank you Der Skalde for allowing me to share your work and please everyone follow this link to more.
Next we take a trip to one of my favourite places Bollywood and the vision that is actress Nikki Tamboli in a stunning gloss gold sarre .
This is breath-taking.
And now a flash back momenmt.
The other day I was watching an old episode of the BBC show Top of the Pops from 1995 and when this track came on I was instantly taken back to the first time I saw this performance. I had completely forgotten this moment and have never heard this song since ,but I do remember being drawn in by the singers and her oh so special trousers...whatever could they be? Like I said I was only a kid and knew nothing of such things.......I do now
And now the second part of Mistress Leather Beth's delicious story
The Story So Far:-
This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse.
We began with Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.
The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.
The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper.
Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’s just come out as gay, and has been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ has piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly, is the daughter of Madam Cropper, who is a principal of The Sisterhood (and therefore no friend of Jane or Andy). Kelly has been brought up within The Sisterhood, and her ambition is to qualify as a Mistress by finding her own boy to feminise. In the meantime, Kelly has been mentoring Leanne, and has also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies. In addition to Chris’ mother, Charlie, there’s Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he has also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, while Chris, involved in some business deal, moved away. Amongst the others is Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper. Steph has inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she will be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who have accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.
MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY
By
Mistress LeatherBeth
Chapter 2
A red Mazda MX-5 Miata containing two attractive young women drove north on the M11 before signalling to turn into Birchanger Green services.
Meanwhile, a red Mazda MX-5 Miata (the 2L sports model) containing a handsome young man drove eastwards around the north of Bishop’s Stortford on the A120 before signalling to turn into Birchanger Green services.
It was late morning on the Friday, and quite busy with people making an early start to their weekends, and no-one gave them a second glance. Not, that is, until they both attempted to occupy the same parking space. A collision, or at least an altercation could have ensued. Fortunately, however, one of the drivers was a perfect gentleman, and deferred to the young lady driving the other car. A few seconds later, an adjacent space became available, and he slotted into it smoothly. Kelly (of course it was Kelly), got out of the first car and strolled across.
“That’s the 2-litre model, isn’t it? About three years old?” There followed an amateur petrolhead conversation.
She was studying the other driver closely, but not obviously, as the first thing she’d noticed when he got out of his car had been his complexion. Flawless. She was for ever on the lookout for a potential sissy to train to achieve Mistress status within The Sisterhood, and she was almost blown away by his possibilities. She asked if he’d stopped for coffee. Receiving an affirmative reply, she told her passenger to stay where she was, and they made their way to the entrance of the main building.
“I’m Kelly, by the way. Kelly Cropper,” she said, as they took their lattes over to a table at Starbucks.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Gary Haskins.”
“And is the 2-Litre worth the extra, Gary?” asked Kelly.
“Well, I’m more than happy with it,” replied Gary, “although I might treat myself to something a little bit special when my latest bonus hits the bank.”
The invitation to Mayfield Court had arrived on the same day that George Cooper (‘Belinda’) had been finalising Kerry’s bonus from Cooper Amalgamated’s recent blockbuster deal (see ‘The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion’). Gary/Kerry had been working eighteen hours a day for months now (well, that’s how it had seemed), and had offered to forego a slice of the bonus in exchange for a couple of weeks extra leave. George had been quite happy to accept the proposal, but Izzy had overheard. She had come over all Lady Magdalena, and had informed Belinda that not only was Kerry to receive the full bonus (a seven-figure sum, making her one of the richest femboys in the country), but she could also take as much leave as she (reasonably) desired. George had, of course, acquiesced without demur.
So, when Kerry had received the invitation from Andy and Jane a couple of hours later, it seemed that it was meant to be. Work had been a little quieter recently, and Kerry had been able to find the time to get her brains banged out several times, making her feel much more relaxed. Which didn’t mean that she would turn down any hot stud guest at Mayfield Court, though. But this morning, what with one thing and another, the time had just rushed by, and Kerry had had insufficient time to get ready, meaning that it was Gary who was having the car-related chit chat.
“So, you’ve got a bonus to spend? asked Kelly.
“Yes, and a few weeks leave, as well.”
Kelly’s brain began whirring. Such a pretty guy, and with time on his hands. An ideal sissification candidate? A little older than she might have liked, but with so much going for him otherwise. But how should she proceed? Oh, and those eyelashes. And those eyebrows.
But it was Gary who got in the next word. “You’re on your way somewhere? You have plans for the weekend?”
“Yes,” replied Kelly. “We’ve been invited to a Country House Party not far from here by some friends.”
“What? Me too,” replied Gary.
“Oh? You know Steph and Leanne?”
“Steph and Leanne? They’re your friends? No. Not at all. I’m going to something similar, but it must be a different house. Anyway, I hope you enjoy yourself,” said Gary, finishing his coffee and rising.
“Erm, actually, I may have a proposition for you, if you’d care to give me your number,” said Kelly. Gary sensed that it wasn’t a straightforward sexual proposition, and Miss Kelly Cropper intrigued him, so numbers were swapped, cars returned to, and farewells exchanged.
At the first set of lights outside the Services Gary got through onto the A120 just as they changed, while Kelly and her companion (Jessica, resplendent in scarlet latex shorts and a matching jacket with the zip open to exhibit an impressive amount of cleavage), were trapped by the red light. Gary put his foot down and was soon outpacing Kelly, eating up the last few miles to Mayfield Court. Roundabout onto the B1383, through Stansted, past the Rose and Crown, right turn, then right again opposite the kennels, and down Elbow Lane, which suddenly opened out to show the House. He couldn’t wait to meet up again with Andy, Jane, Will and their friends, but most of all he couldn’t wait to spend the next couple of weeks, or more, as Kerry.
While Gary, and Kelly and Jessica had been setting off for Mayfield Court on Friday morning, Kat had been around the back of the Fullerton Arms, surveying the Nissan. Giving a car a name, like Matilda or Bruno, would never occur to Kat, but if naming were suggested, she would no doubt agree that the Nissan was probably a ‘Smiffy’ or a ‘Shazzer.’ Nevertheless, the vehicle was roadworthy, and Kat had no real worries about them getting to Mayfield Court in one piece. One repair it had recently acquired, thanks to an unexpected act of generosity from Kat’s father, was that the retractable roof was now in working order.
She went up to the flat and found that JoJo (a hot schoolgirl today) was on her phone planning their route. “Have you seen these directions that Jane sent us? It all seems fairly straightforward until we come off the M11. But then we have to find our way to Mayfield Court, which she describes as being ‘midway between Ugley and Maggots End!’ Apparently, if we find ourselves in Nasty, we’ve gone too far. Let’s hope the country lanes are well signposted.”
“You’re making those names up,” said Kat. “No,” replied JoJo, “look. They’re on the Essex-Hertfordshire border. And Jane’s sent a photo of the house, so we can recognise it from whichever lane we find ourselves on.”
“Very impressive,” said Kat. “OK, I don’t think there’s anything else to load in the car, so we might as well set off.” With that she handed over Skinnie, her recently acquired chihuahua (about the only dog not too large for their little flat) to the care of Dick and Josie, and they climbed into the Nissan and pulled out of the Fullerton Arms’ car park to set off for their rendezvous with Chloe, just as two lorries full of building materials arrived. Kat and JoJo weren’t required at the pub for a week or more as renovations were being undertaken, starting on the following Monday morning. The snug would remain open for regulars such as Bert Fry and his pals, with Dick and Josie doing the necessary. But, being good employers, they were giving Kat and JoJo additional paid holiday. Similarly, Chloe had been such a success at HotHouse, catering to the local pervs, that Lady Magdelena’s business partner, Madame Stella had been happy to reward her with a couple of weeks leave, in lieu of some of her commission.
Facing the Main Gate of Mayfield Court, at the top of the drive, was a copse of trees, providing ample cover for a small, camouflaged tent whilst allowing more than adequate views of the drive and surrounds (with the help of powerful SAS binoculars), and here Bianca was setting up camp. It had been quite some time since she’d lived rough like this. In fact, Bianca had never actually used her survival skills before. They had been acquired by Major Damien ‘Sixes’ Hendrickx, of the Special Air Service.
Major Hendrickx? That was Bianca’s identity before a fateful meeting with Ms Laura Cropper, Anton’s father. Laura had still been getting used to her new circumstances, and didn’t realise just what a superb job his ex-wife had done in feminising him, so when she’d picked up Damien and taken him back to her place, she’d assumed that he was aware. But for Damien it had been a bolt from the blue. Between three sessions of sex they’d talked long into the night, with Damien finally admitting that, while he might be one of the toughest soldiers in Her Majesty’s forces, he was, in his heart of hearts, Bianca.
The pair had wept together, after which Laura had given Damien his ex-wife’s contact details. Three months later, Damien had quit the Army, and, some two years after that, he’d dropped out of sight for a few weeks, whereupon Ms Bianca Tierney had emerged from the clinic, anxious to catch up with everything she’d missed.
Gary had arrived at Mayfield Court within ten minutes of accelerating away from Kelly at the red light, and had been welcomed by Mrs Tucker, just crossing from the kitchen garden to the back door. She’d led him upstairs and along the corridor to his room, where Gary had soon set about bringing Kerry to Mayfield Court. She’d meet up with Andy, Jane and everyone else in due course.
Bianca had seen Steph, a hundred metres or so ahead of her, turn the X7 down the drive towards the house; not quite a stately home, but certainly a large, very attractive and comfortable looking residence. She would have to make a few enquiries locally as to the owner, staff, etc. Then she’d spotted the copse. Ideal.
Her main worry had been that there would be no access to cover, or that she may have had to take up residence in a ditch. She’d manoeuvred the Sandero to the rear of the trees, where a slight dip hid it from the road, and set up camp, taking care not to damage her nails.
Andy and Jane had been relaxing on the front lawn of Mayfield Court before lunch on Friday morning. Jane was sending a few important business texts via a burner phone, while Andy was flicking through a small stack of fashion magazines. The weather was already warm, and Jane was giving an outing to a flesh coloured bikini (much to Tori’s amusement), while Andy had settled on the scarlet swimsuit he had modelled for the July 2023 page of the BOY?™ calendar. They both looked up at the same moment. Was that the sound of a car, turning in through the main gates at the other end of the drive? At last, more guests were beginning to arrive.
Will was fairly sure that he was on the right road. Behind him on the scooter a small bag was strapped. His main suitcase was being brought by Andy and Jane. He’d missed Andy so much during the last week or so. So, so much. In fact, just thinking about how much he’d missed him gave him a tremendous hard on. Their reunion was going to be so… sooo… intimate.
As Steph began to slow down as they approached the front of the house, she’d called to the threesome on the seats behind her, “OK, you three, we’re here.”
There was a slight pause, then something of a damp sound as Anton’s cock slowly withdrew from the depths of Leanne’s throat. Meanwhile, Chris’ vacated Leanne’s pussy with a slight pop. She swiftly plugged herself and glanced over Steph’s shoulder to check her make up in the rear view mirror (spotting that her Natasha Denone Glam gold eyeshadow needed attention). It was at this point that she realised that one of her eyelashes must have got caught in Anton’s pubic hair. Fortunately, Anton had felt the tickle down there, and had retrieved the rogue Ruairie Natural, whilst also wiping away the smear of Leanne’s purple lippie.
As soon as Steph had got out of the X7, she exchanged double bise with Jane. Leanne, meanwhile, had dashed over to Andy and thrown her arms around him, holding him close. Will had followed the X7 down the drive, and he sat on the scooter, grinning, as Andy stared at him over Leanne’s shoulder, seemingly begging to be rescued from Leanne’s affection. Will’s grin, however, quickly turned to howls and squeals as the Nissan crew, newly arrived, tiptoed up behind him and began tickling, groping and fondling. It was Andy’s turn to grin at Will’s predicament.
As they proceeded into the house, Tori took Kat on one side. “Kat, isn’t it? I just wanted to thank you for speaking to Mayfield the other week, about Jane.”
“O, sorry if I put my foot in it,” said Kat, “I often open my mouth before I put my brain in gear.”
“Not at all,” said Tori. “I’d got the idea some time ago that there was someone in the village whom Mayfield admired, and it became obvious that it was Jane, but he tends to have this foolish notion that the clergy shouldn’t express themselves emotionally. But after you spoke to him he became defensive, as though there were a situation that he both desired and feared. I can understand, of course. Jane is a larger than life character. But I thought, ‘If they both have some sort of feelings, it can’t do any harm to encourage a closer friendship.’ That’s why I suggested this House Party. Mayfield thinks that it was his idea, and he won’t be here for several more days, but he’ll be able to spend time with Jane away from the prying eyes in the village, whilst giving Alice some experience of running things. So, anyway, thank you very much, Kat.”
Kelly had eventually rolled the Miata to a halt next to several other cars down the side of Mayfield Court, and she and Jessica got out. Her eyes were particularly drawn to two of them, a Bentley Continental Convertible and another Miata. Gary’s. She was confused. Gary had specifically said that he didn’t know Steph and Leanne, and was visiting other friends, yet here he was. She’d need to have a word with someone. But before then she really needed a look at the Bentley. A seriously classy car, hopefully owned by a classy person.
“Hello,” said a voice behind her, “can I help you?” “Erm, yes. Is this Mayfield Court? We’ve been invited by Steph and Leanne.”
“Ah, yes. They’re the Turners? I’m Tori Green. This is my house, well, mine and my brother’s. The Turners are guests. They arrived a quarter of an hour or so ago, and I haven’t really been able to get to know them yet. Perhaps it wasn’t made clear. My brother invited friends, and friends-of-friends, to keep me company while I’m incapacitated,” she said, indicating her short crutch, “I think you qualify as friends-of-friends-of-friends, but you’re very welcome. It’s lovely to meet you.”
Kelly digested this information for a couple of seconds. It would certainly explain Gary’s presence, she thought, and then said, “I’m Kelly Cropper, and this is Jessica.”
“And you’re sharing a room?” asked Tori.
“Yes, please,” replied Kelly, “but a single bed will be sufficient. Plus a couple of blankets on the floor.”
“Certainly,” said Tori, with just the hint of a smile as she turned her attention to Jessica, with her downcast eyes, her 5 inch heels and her make up, rather excessive for the middle of the day. Tori and Mayfield had discussed some of his parishioners’ distinctly ‘interesting’ ways and those of their friends and neighbours and, frankly, she’d been fascinated. And here, in Kelly and Jessica, was another variation.
“If you’ll just follow me I’ll show you the way, though we’ll have to go slowly,” said Tori.
“Of course,” replied Kelly. “Jessica, the luggage!”
Just as they were mounting the wide steps in front of Mayfield Court’s main door an extremely attractive young woman emerged, did a double take and then threw her arms around Kelly.
“I thought you were visiting somewhere else,” said Kerry.
There is a particular and highly specific technical term for Kelly’s reaction, and that term is ‘gobsmacked.’ She’d recognised the voice. What was going on?
“Gary? Is that you?” The question was certainly valid, given his appearance, with a mid thigh black leather skirt highlighting a wide expanse of bare midriff above it, displaying a slim waist and a cute navel jewel.
“Not for the next couple of weeks. I’m Kerry. O dear. Sorry, Kelly, the name’s going to cause a little bit of confusion, I suspect.”
“Forget the name ‘confusion.’ You were Gary…” she looked at her phone, “less than thirty minutes ago. What is going on? A damascene moment in the last half hour?”
“Not at all,” replied Kerry, “I just overslept, well, no, that’s not quite true. My date from last night stayed on for some, shall we say, ‘breakfast,’ if you know what I mean, and Kerry didn’t have time to get ready before Gary was due to set off.”
“I’m sorry,” said Tori, who had been hovering politely nearby, “Do you two know each other? That’s nice. So convenient. The fewer introductions the better. By the way, I hope you all got Jane’s message suggesting a Fancy Dress Party next weekend?”
“What was that, Tori? O, yes, I’ve brought a few things. Nothing spectacular though, I’m afraid,” smiled Kerry.
Kelly was fuming. Not with either Gary or Kerry, but rather at her own bad luck. A few weeks ago, she’d been disappointed in her plans to take credit for feminising Liam, and now it transpired that Gary was far from being a potential femboy, but was, rather, a totally successful one. When, Kelly asked herself, was her luck going to change?
To Be Continued
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