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  As promised today we have something special from our dear friend Skinnie Stallion, but before that a few little sweet odds and ends.

 Firstly Blog legend and still THE most beautiful woman in the world Keira Knightley has appeared on the cover of Harper's Bazaar  magazine, featuring new stunning photographs of my favourite actress. 

 The interview she gives is very interesting , so I guide you all to having a look.

    

Also as a side note I have ordered a new large poster of Keira for my new flat, Its an early picture but she is just so pretty and her smile brightens any damp day and also inspired our own Aunt Jane in her styling of her beloved Nephew Andy.

Ok moving on

The other day I posted an image of Aunt Jane in latex pants and a loose wrap. We all know Jane for her slick tight leather but this look was inspired itself by a YouTube clip showing how to style ultra sexy leather pants with everyday looks.

Not to be left out, not that we ever would, Carol Vorderman continues to shine, with her brief promo's for her fun podcast.

    A sweet treat discovered and sent to me by my dear friends on twitter. If you have never had the thrill of being held captive in a Vacbed or cube (never tried a cube, would love to though), let these inspire you to seek the experience out. Believe me it is like nothing on this earth.

   

and now, after all that waffle, I leave you with our dear Skinnie Stallion

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Andy

Valentine’s Day

by

Skinnie Stallion

Part 1: His first Valentine

Andy had run to the door when the delivery driver pulled up outside the townhouse and rang the bell.  He'd been expecting deliveries all morning.   He hadn't listened to what the driver had said as he was handed the beautifully wrapped roses. Red roses. His Aunt had so many admirers.   Maybe from Reverend Mayfield, or some smitten businessman, or one of his Aunt's many girlfriends.  He even wondered whether Chantelle might have splashed out.  Red roses?  From Chantelle?   Roses Chocolates more like from her. He cringed when he thought about how Chantelle would want to eat them.  He still wanted that to be his prerogative, but recognised his Aunt had needs and desires of her own   

There was no delivery paperwork to sign; the driver just took a photo of the handover, although Andy thought that he was being photographed rather more than the bunch of flowers.    It wasn't often that the driver delivered to a house with a formally dressed maid these days. A pretty maid at that. Not in the town centre. Not even in the poshest townhouses.  It wasn't Downton Abbey.   And not even in Downton did the maids dress in latex. This maid was rather special.  (It never occurred to the driver that he was delivering to a sissymaid.  The prettiest maid in the south of England.) 

Andy hadn't bothered to read the card perched between the top-most blooms.  The flowers had to be for his Aunt. Obviously.   He rushed to hand them to her, clipping on his heels on the parquet flooring.  She was standing in the kitchen,  looking resplendent and squelching in her brown vinyl pants while she checked that his cleaning was going properly, and that he’d moved from his 4" to his 5" heels for his duties about the house.  At their last review, The Sisterhood had emphasised that it was important to make sure the sissymaid was being properly attentive to her duties.   Andy was proving much more attentive after spending the last month in pink.  Being in pink all that had made him much more appreciative of his black latex maid’s uniform and had really taken his new layered, white silk petticoats, and liked the security of his tight latex panties.

Jane had taken the flowers and read the card.  Andy asked who the roses were from.  He was excited to know but also concerned about others vying for his Aunt's attention.   She held it up for him to read.  He gulped and turned away. The roses were for him!   From Will!  He was overcome.  ‘Everything you are and all you ever will be’?  Did Will really mean that?  He bit his finger trying to press a sob.   It meant so much to him.   A tear started to trickle down his face.  He couldn't stop that.  ‘Everything’!  Will knew and was content with how Andy was.   And those final two words meant so much: ‘Love Will’.   And kisses too.  It was all too much.  It was all so sudden.   Will really loved him.  Another tear joined its colleague as dark streaks started to form from his melting eyeliner.    

Andy's delight at receiving flowers - and not just flowers, roses, red roses -  and such a sweet card from Will was tempered by his own feelings of inadequacy.  Tears welled in his eyes even more.   Yes, he’d sent Will a Valentine.  But unlike Will's, his had been a simple card.  A basic card.  He even hated to admit it, a cheap card.  A card with just a red heart on the cover.  A plain red heart.   Not even an arrow through it.  And inside, only a short message: "From a Secret Admirer".  He hadn't even added "With Love".  At least "With Love from a Secret Admirer" would have gone some way to expressing how he felt.  

And all he’d written was a solitary "X".  Not kisses.  Just one kiss. Why couldn't he say how he felt?  After all it was an anonymous card. And an anonymous kiss.   It could have come from anyone: a girl in Will's office would be an obvious assumption, or someone who'd been at from college with them.  Maybe even a neighbour?   It would have to be someone who knew Will's address.

Why couldn’t he even bring himself to sign his name.   Why hadn’t he been able to say how he felt?    That he wanted to hold Will's hand.  That he wanted Will to hold his hand.   That he wanted Will to hold him.  And, he blushed and trembled to think of it, he wanted to kiss Will.  He wanted to kiss a boy.  That seemed so silly: kissing a boy.  He wanted to kiss his friend.  He wanted to kiss Will.  He'd always wanted to kiss Will.  And he wanted Will to kiss him.   He yearned so much for Will.

Why couldn't he even write it on a card?  Will had.   Will had said how he felt.  He'd only written a few words but words that meant so much: 'I love you'.    Why couldn’t he say it himself?

Andy might have turned away but Jane could tell how he was feeling.   The poor lamb.  He was so confused,   He still found it so difficult to admit his true feelings.   But he couldn't hide from her.  Not after all the patient years she'd spent helping him to find himself.  And Will.   Will had come through. He was a good boy, thought Jane.   Will was what exactly Andy needed: someone who loved him unconditionally.   Someone who could help Andy through all his doubts and uncertainties.  Someone who could also give him what he needed.  The time had come.

Andy was torn by the torment of emotion churning inside him.  He could no longer even make pretence at suppressing his feelings.  He began to  cry.   Jane was ahead of him.  She walked over and held him in her arms.  He buried his face against her neck.  "Oh Auntie, I'm so silly!  This is all so silly.  Do you think Will really does love me?"

"Yes, darling, I do," was her simple reply.  

"Really?  Are you sure?   It can't be.  I’m a boy."

"Now who's being silly.  Why ever not?"

“But, I’m a boy.”

“Young man, I think you need to look in a mirror?”

“You mean I look like a girl?”

“Yes, you look like a girl.   A very pretty girl.  But more than that.”

“You mean Will just likes me because I look a girl.”

“No, not because you look like a girl.  And Will doesn’t like you: he loves you.  He loves you because you’re you.  He loves you because he can see the person inside.   A very sweet, kind affectionate person.  Who also happens to be exceedingly pretty, and delightfully and delicately feminine.”

“Oh, Auntie,” Andy sobbed and buried his face deeper against her.   

Jane was happy that the prettiest blossom in her kitchen wasn't the roses but her own dear Andrew.  It didn't matter what The Sisterhood thought,  Andrew wasn't hers.  He wasn't The Sisterhood's.  He was Will's.  Always was, if only he could  admit it to himself.  And always would be.  And it was time for them to share that love.  

Her Valentine's gift to her nephew wasn't the card nor the new Louboutins boots she'd given him, even though he'd squealed with delight as she'd zipped him up to the thigh when he'd tried them on that morning.  It was the meal she'd booked in town for him and Will that evening, and that she'd instructed Will to bring a little overnight bag with a toothbrush, a razor, clean socks, underwear and shirt.   She'd provide the other essentials. They would be alone in the house together tonight.  If Andrew didn't have a glow on his face in the morning, she'd be disappointed.   She liked to think of him wrapping those boots round Will's waist as they finally consummated their passion.   She knew exactly what her boy really needed.

Now she just needed to decide whether she was going to be spending her evening with Mayfield or Chantelle.   Decisions, decisions.

But first she was going to need to change her blouse.  She couldn’t take Mayfield to lunch with Andy’s mascara smeared all around her neck.  She might change her pants too.   The colour of Andrew’s roses had inspired her.  Tan was nice, but you couldn’t beat cherry red and they’d go so well with her red Loubous.  Yes, red PVC pants for seeing the vicar.

Part 2: Tea on the Terrace

After the highs of the morning, Andy felt listless.  The afternoon sun had come round to the rear of the townhouse and was now shining through the gap in the partially drawn curtains.  Even indoors in February, he could feel some warmth in its rays.   He gave the bookshelf another desultory flick with his feather duster and stared idly at the dust particles floating and glistening in the sunlight.   They drifted aimlessly.   

He was tired and bored. It was proving a long day.  It seemed an age since he’d got up to make Jane’s breakfast.  It was fine Jane expecting her first coffee in bed at seven-thirty, but he needed to get up at least an hour earlier to shower, tidy his hair, do his make-up and dress.  Aunt Jane had taken The Sisterhood’s messages to heart: she expected him to be properly dressed as her sissymaid when serving her.  He didn’t mind.  He was always happy to serve his Auntie, but it did mean an early start.  But at least The Sisterhood had allowed him to stop wearing pink all day.  It felt good to be back in black.  Black latex.  Black was much more suitable for a maid than pink.  Why had he ever complained to his Aunt when she’d first put him in a maid’s dress when his luggage had got lost on their trip to Paris?  Black latex suited him exactly like the ladies in the shop had said at the time.  So did heels.   

He’d been working hard ever since they’d arrived at the townhouse that morning, and there was still much to do.  It was nearly eight hours since he’d got up that morning at Fullerton Hall.  They hadn’t been to  the townhouse for nearly a month and Jane had wanted it given an early Spring clean before they had guests.   Jane found it easier to have some of her business meetings in town: it was only a short walk to the station and saved visitors the journey out to Fullerton Hall.  

Another flick of his feather duster.  More shimmer in the air.  More aimless drift, much like he felt.   It all seemed so pointless.   It was all very well, Will sending him roses for Valentine’s Day but he was going to be cooped up in the townhouse all day.  He so longed to see Will, but he needed to do his chores for Jane.  Besides cleaning he would soon need to start on dinner preparations.  Even if Will tried to come calling, he’d go to the Hall and find the gates locked with no sign of him nor Jane.   It was so unfair.   It was fine for Jane to leave him working while she went out to lunch with Mayfield.  She’d even changed into her tight red PVC pants to see the Reverend, but it was his fault getting mascara on her blouse this morning.   Maybe she was right to change: he did think her red pants looked good with her black stole.   And no doubt Chantelle would find an excuse to drop by this evening.  He’d be left serving them and playing gooseberry.   It was worse than unfair. But he needed to get on.   There was always the risk of an inspection visit from The Sisterhood and he didn’t want to cause trouble for his Aunt, or be back in pink again.

He fetched his cloths and sprayed polish on the old oak shelves.   The fine ostrich feathers of his duster might collect some dust, but they tended just to move it around.  Aunt Jane would expect better. Even if she was out, he needed to be a dutiful maid.   A dutiful sissymaid.  Did Will really love him even though he knew what he was?   He set to work bringing out a deep rich shine but took care not to catch a nail.

He heard the front-door opening.   Jane was home.  He always preferred it when she was near him.  He skipped lightly out of Jane’s study, as much as he could skip in 5” heels, and then stepped carefully down the stairs in as ladylike manner as possible, exactly as he’d been trained at Knightley Towers since he never knew who might be with Jane.   Fortunately it was only Reverend Green.    He’d nearly reached the foot of the stairs as Jane  strode into the Hall.  “Hello Andrew,” she said, “my busy little bee.”  

Andy tried to compose himself.  “Good afternoon, Auntie,” he said.  “Did you have a nice lunch?” he asked, trying to display his maturity and avoid showing his pique that she’d been out gallivanting while he’d been working - gallivanting on Valentine’s Day with her boyfriend, if it was appropriate to call Reverend Green “her boyfriend”.  He suspected that she had invited Mayfield out for a Valentine’s Day lunch rather than vice versa.  She was always in control.

“Very nice, thank you,” said Jane.  “Would you bring Mayfield and me tea on the terrace, please Andrew?   And put on the patio heater too.   Have you got out the garden table and chairs and taken off the covers?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Oh well done, darling.   You’re such a good boy.   Isn’t he a good boy, Mayfield?”

“Hmmm, er, yes, er very good,” stumbled the Reverend.   He was always rather lost for words when Andy was in his full maid’s outfit.  But the boy seemed very happy living like this with Lady Fullerton-Jones so why should he feel uncomfortable.   

Andy couldn’t hold back any longer and blurted: “Auntie, could I call Will, please?” 

“Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary,” said Jane rather dismissively.

“But Auntie …..” protested Andy, trying to stamp his foot but just making his heel chime rather sweetly on the hard wood stair.

“That’s quite enough, dear.  Just make the tea, and then go to my boudoir.   Vanessa will be here soon.”

“Why’s Vanessa coming, Auntie?”

“To do your hair, nails, and  make-up, of course!   What does Vanessa always do?”

“But why here rather than at the salon?   And why today?  My appointment isn’t due for another week.”

“Don’t you want to look nice for Will?”

“What?” exclaimed Andy.

“Will’s picking you up at six-thirty to take you to Tutto for cocktails and then dinner.   I thought your blue skinny PVC pants, crop top, and lose the hair piece and go back to your pageboy cut.   Will that be OK, Andrew?”

“Oh Auntie!” squeaked Andy.

“And I think I’m going to be out tonight,” said Jane giving a knowing glance over her shoulder to the Reverend Green who looked suitably embarrassed, “so you’ll have the house to yourself.”

“What ….!”

“I hope you like your Valentine’s surprise.   Now come here and give your Aunt a nice Valentine’s Day kiss.”

Andy didn’t need further invitation; he was already skipping towards her to give her the biggest kiss

ever.

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  Wednesday is here and that means the penultimate chapter of Mistress LeatherBeth's awesome story The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion.

  It also means to usual collection of bits and bob, videos and photos, but I will let you find all of those for yourselves.

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The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion

By Mistress LeatherBeth

Chapter 9

George and Kerry glanced at each other as Olga got herself organised, switching on the laptop before shuffling through the documents in the folder. The screen flickered and an attractive fair haired female face appeared. She exchanged a few words in Russian with Olga, who then introduced her as Tatiana Alexandrovna Groncharkova, Junior Counsel of the Fifth Directorate of the FSB.

“I believe that we may save a great deal of time if you just study this document,” said Tatiana, as Olga passed it across.

George took it and he and Kerry read it in growing disbelief.

“Erm, Olga…,”

“Dmitrovna,” prompted Kerry under his breath.

“…Dmitrovna,” said George, “I don’t quite understand. This document seems to imply that the FSB will be taking no action to prevent the deal which Cooper Amalgamated is proposing.”

“On the contrary,” said Olga, “if the Second Directorate had any knowledge of what you had in mind, they would move with Extreme Prejudice. They do not, however, have any such knowledge. You are fortunate that intelligence of your intentions fell into the hands of the Fifth, which is, for all practical purposes, Tatiana Alexandrovna and myself.”

“But surely,” interrupted George, “you informed them and the Kremlin immediately.”

“Now, why on earth should we do such a thing? Oh! You’ve been assuming that we owe unfailing loyalty to Vladimir Vladimirovich? Really, George, for someone as astute as yourself, I’d have expected a little more nuanced understanding of Russian politics. No, I think it is safe to say that Tatiana Alexandrovna and myself allowed our membership of the Putin Fan Club to lapse many years ago”

“Let me get this straight,” said Kerry. “In return for a ‘non interference fee’ payable to you two ladies, Cooper Amalgamated will be allowed to proceed with its plans?”

“My dear Kerry,” said Olga, “your actual plans are brilliant. Your contract wording is a masterpiece of, er, what is the English word, obfuscation. Your money laundering structure is a joy to behold. You are so close to achieving perfection that we feel minded to allow you to proceed. For a consideration.”

“Ah, yes, your fee. A little matter of Two Hundred and Fifty Million US dollars.”

“You will see from document F that we are not unskilled in the laundry ourselves.”

“What do you reckon, Mr. C? Given that this morning we thought we were taking on the might of Russian intelligence, we now seem to be looking at a painless Eight Hundred Million dollars. These two ladies are taking at least as big a risk as we are, so their discretion is assured. By the way, isn’t the tea interval due to finish in a minute or two?”

“Don’t worry about that,” said George, “I had a word with Matt Crawford earlier. He won’t ring the bell until we’re ready. After all, light isn’t going to be a problem.”

Kat got the team together once they’d all grabbed their sandwiches and cups of tea.

Her talk stressed concentration and avoiding complacency. She reminded them to be ready to help JoJo by backing up in case of overthrows. She suspected that Derrington might even benefit from the lack of Chris Mills’ odious personality. Neil Carter and Rufus to open the bowling, hopefully bring on Will and Budgie for their first spells around the twelfth over.

George and Kerry still had a few more questions but, after Tatiana had explained the protocols for the cloud based contract exchange, verification and registration system procedures which they were using in conjunction with numerous banks (at least two of which weren’t Swiss), with fully guaranteed dual option part payment tranches, George committed Cooper Amalgamated to the deal. As Kerry had said that morning, by the end of the summer, the buyers whom George had lined up to pay handsomely for the rights, licenses, etc. which had just come into Cooper Amalgamated’s possession, would have made close to a billion dollars for Hamilton Associates, a wholly owned subsidiary Belinda Llc., a Cayman based company which was itself a subsidiary of a Jersey based shell company named Magdelena Enterprises, which was 100% owned by a partnership registered in the Bahamas… But you get the picture.

George went to the Committee room door, opened it and nodded to Matt Crawford, who immediately went to the front of the Pavilion and rang the bell for the end of the tea interval. George donned his white coat and straw hat and made to take his place beside Matt.

As Olga tidied up after their successful deliberations, Kerry said, “I assume you and Tatiana Alexandrovna will be keeping a low profile and heading straight off to a remote island immediately when you leave here.”

“My dear Kerry, not in the least. For one thing, we have a very busy work schedule lined up. For example, we are just going into post production for a new blockbuster, ‘Славянские мальчики-рабы’, ‘Slavic Slaveboys’, and now would be the worst possible time to draw attention to ourselves. Our own laundry will not be able to make a start on dealing with the first instalment of our fee, the initial Five Million, until it is processed by your bank on Monday morning, let alone the rest of it. Until absolutely all of our arrangements are in place, our safest location is at our desks in Moscow. After all, we have the total trust of Vladimir Vladimirovich. In a few months time it may be noticed that we have both taken leave at the same time, which may raise an eyebrow, but nothing more will be made of our absence for several weeks. But by then we will be who knows where, travelling on who knows which passports.”

Kerry, by now somewhat slack jawed, simply smiled. Shaking the Colonel’s hand he said, “Olga Dmitrovna, I wish you and Tatiana Alexandrovna every good fortune.” “And I, you,” she replied. “Give our best wishes to Belinda and Lady Magdelena. And Kerry, my dear, I hope you get laid very soon. Oh, don’t look so surprised. After all, I am a spy.” 

Izzy perused the paperwork George had handed to her just inside the Pavilion door. Her eyebrows rose and it was possible to imagine her counting the number of zeros quoted. “George, have I told you recently that you are a truly superb businessman? I think this deserves some form of celebration. I shall be in the garage later.”

“The pit? Oh, yeth, Mithtreth,” breathed Belinda.

“Very well,” said Magdalena, “you have a second innings to umpire, after which you may join the team for a drink, but if you are not back at The Grange by ten thirty, it will go badly for you.” She then strode inside.

“Yeth, Mithtreth,” whispered Belinda, before setting the alarm on his phone for ten thirty five, his face one huge smile.

Kat seemed to have been right. If the spring in the steps of the Derrington openers, Lee Baxter and Phil Webster were anything to go by, as they jogged down the Pavilion steps, Chris Mills’ decampment had indeed lifted a weight from their shoulders.

Neil took the first over and was almost successful immediately. His first delivery was too good for Lee. It pitched on off and moved away but failed to find the edge. The ball thudded into Jojo’s gloves, and he immediately adjusted his stance several steps backwards. Neil was deceptively swift.

However, the first wicket was not long in coming. The second ball of Neil’s second over was slightly overpitched. Phil’s big stride down the pitch, however, turned it into a yorker, with all three stumps cartwheeling, and caused Kat, at first slip, to take evasive action to avoid a flying bail up the left nostril.

“Great ball! Get in there!” shouted Jane. Mayfield was only able to keep a straight face for a couple of seconds before he and Jane both burst into laughter.

Webster b Carter 3 (6/1)

The next Derrington batsman, Tom Manship, had just emerged through the Pavilion door and was at the top of the steps when there was a loud car engine noise followed by a screech of brakes down the side of the Pavilion. The car door opened and a figure leapt out, padded and carrying a bat. “Tom! Get back inside! I’m in next,” he bellowed. And with that blunt statement Chris Mills announced his return to the fray.

To be concluded next week

Here is an unashamed favourite and fave of the blog Cherly Baker of Bucks Fizz, squeezed into vinyl, for the tv show razzamatazz, back in the 80s

And now something I would love love love to try. I adore Vacbeds and have been put in one on a few occations, but a vac Sac is something i would love to try. This just gives me the impression of what a sissy such as Andy has to go through when being transported without paperwork.

And what would Wednesday be without Andy putting on  a show

and finally four images which have tingled my imagination, 

She reminds me of a dear dear friend/Love

and she reminds me of another

 

I really adore this

 

More sissy packaging

Clip of the week; Vacuum packed

Hi Everyone

  Get this before someone removes it. 

 I was checking out the latest trailers online and glimpsed something that flipped my lid. Further investigations led me to The Girl In The Spiders Web and the briefest of glimpses of a woman being sealed in a latex vacsac.

  Quickly I downloaded and edited and stretched it into this little 44 second clip. It's all there is on this for now, but i think It might go big time once it is more widely viewed.

XX

Andy

Ps I am well excited by this because  'Drum roll'  Next weekend I have been invited to be vacpacked myself.

XXX

Here is my little re edit

clip of the week "Awesome Vacbed"

Hi everyone

  The last time i was away I came within a whisker of ending up in a Vacbed, . If I could have stayed with my friends another day I could have accepted an invitation to a friend of a friends to spend a day, A day!!!! messing with her vacbed. I have wanted for so many years now to get my friend and lover into one of them but not yet found the way. I think if it was mine or my other friends she might relax and give it a try, but heck you don't want to hear that stuff. So I very nearly got to be immersed in Latex in the most amazing way.I love Vacbeds they are awesomely erotic, it is like no other feeling I have ever had. When you first wriggle into one it is cool and the latex loose, the aroma as the zips close is complete, you just breath it in and your heart begins to pound with excitement. Then you feel the air beginning to leave you, the latex flutters across your face and body and then it tightens. The pressure as the latex tightens is so even that you feel no discomfort what so ever just an amazing squeezing, especially across the face and then you are trapped, motionless and still, you can not move, it is a sensation like nothing else. Unforgettable.

 Anyway the other day i saw these two clips and thought i would share them with you. With the proviso that if ever you get the chance to try one of these beautiful things you take it, because the feeling will remain with you for a very long time.

XXX

Andy

Clip of the week. The Vanishing Of Jane

Hi Everyone

  Hope you are all super well. I have been distracted from my art to create a small video clip. I have been working on this on and off for weeks and determined that it would be finished yesterday or not at all.

 I really have nothing to add without giving anything away, so please watch and hopefully enjoy.

  Big Kisses

Andy 

XXX

Ps
New art on it's way

PPs
  A few comments and eMails have directed me to the idea that this has the feel of an 80s TV detective show. I did some asking about what was around then ('cause I wasn't....well not much) and found the one that really came to mind was Hart to Hart starring Stephanie Powers in the role of Millionaires wife Jennifer Hart. So perhaps I should have done a little home work first and used her as my sleuth.

XXX

New Art. "Time For Bed"

Hi Everyone
   Well here we are again. I do hope the holiday season brought you all joy and love. I have had a super break with my family and then an even better naughtier one with my friends and loves.
   But now we are back and in that time inspiration has been flowing and so last night I created this piece of art, loosely inspired by my break. My Alta-ego Amanda went to a late dinner party with friends and stayed over, but that is all I am saying. But here it might appear our poor Hero/Heroine is in her a very sleepless night.
 Anyway, here is my first new piece of the year. This is called "Time For Bed"
 Hope you all like it,
 XXXXX
Andy

ps I do promise to catch up om all your comments ASAP
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Special art

Hi Everyone,

 Here is a new piece of my art. It is based on a very old piece i made a while ago,however i have chanced the central character and her predicament as a treat for my dear friend.

  I can imagine this as part of a bigger Comic strip which i wish i had time to create.

Hope you like it.

XXX

Andy

Vacbed Peril

Brilliant Vac-bed art

Hi everyone.

  Firsts off i need to say Hi and Thank you to all those of you i saw on Saturday night. It was such a fun night and i know 2 or three of you pop in here. So thanks to our hosts and to KvF for lending me that top. I am so glad you  have all taken haughty Miss Louboutin to you hearts. 

I should and must also thank Gi and P, You are the sweetest people and i love you very much.

 XXXX.

Now these little gems icame across a little while ago andas with so much art that gets moved about the Net i do not know who they are by, but they are totally wonderful.I adore Vacbed s and as you may have read, been in a couple in my time, One of which was as i kind of display model but nothing like these.

 Hope you like them.

 Big kisses and thank you again.

XXXX

Andy

is this the ultimate Vacbed?

Hi everyone,
 I am a fan of unusual films from all over the world and the other day i looked up this Title i had heard of a while back. It is  a film called Red nights, a weird Japanese  serial killer flick, that isn't going to change the world, however on good old youtube i found this and nearly fell of my chair. I had heard it featured a vacbed scene but never expected anything so fetishisticaly stunning as this.I think the sound is stunning.
  Now there are two versions, one with only the best bits, but the longer version is very  erotic except for the very last few seconds.
Don't try this at home.
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Crickey i can not find it on youtube now, only the standard trailer. Thank goodness for a good downloader.
  I will try to upload the longer version if anyone would like to see it.
 Hope this works
XXX
Andy

Captioned art

Hi everyone.

 Here are a few more of my captioned images. Hope you like them.

 This is for you S

Hope you liked them.

 Thanks for dropping by.

XXX

Andy

Red hair and Vacbeds

Hi everyone,
 What the hell is that title all about?. Well i don't usually tell much about private stuff, i reckon if i do i risk losing it, but i have had such a wonderful weekend i am willing (with permission from G and P) to tell you a little.
   If you recall a few weeks back i posted that i and my beautiful loves Gi and her husband P,had been invited t a party with our circle of like minded friends, but instead of going as Mademoiselle Amanda as intended,  i was  asked to attend in my usual mode as Maid.  Well last week we were invited to a party on Saturday night and this time i did go as Mademoiselle Amanda.
  All the week i had expected to wear my Latex Pants and a corset top, one of my favourite outfits, but at the las minute that got changed for a black latex pencil skirt, red latex blouse and a wide (borrowed) corset. Not a problem because it is possibly my favourite outfit, sexy and easy (very much a copy of one of the first latex outfits i ever saw on TV, worn by Dani behr)..
  Anyway i was happy with that, but surprised at the change, because P likes those pants, well he likes what happens when he opens the zip that goes down the back (so do i).But my surprise at that as totally eclipsed when Gi, my beloved and beautiful "Aunt" revealed she to would be wearing the same combination, only hers would be a red jacket, wide belt and rather shorter black skirt.Not only that but our hair and make-up would be the same. The implication that we were very much "together" very clear. After all our relationship as sort of moulded into one of naughty Aunt and Nephew/Niece, Companions when P is away, (which sadly he is for most of this week), So now dressed and made up alike we were very much from the same mould.
 However this new look was not just for our hosts and fellow guests benefit, I think C Y wore her dress for our benefit though, no shortage of offers to help unlace the back of that dress!. Phew!. neck to ankle.
  Sorry off route again. the party as ever was a very elegant Dinner party, nothing wild or naughty, just a lot of sexy fun between friends, but after most of the guests had gone out hosts invited us to view his  "playroom" and the moments we got there P took over and revealed he and Gi had some fun planned.
  I have had little Roleplay experience but Gi and P, took the lead and i just followed and the reason we had been dressed so alike was revealed as our characters became clear, An Aunt and niece lost on the road fall into the clutches of Master P (God that sounds silly, but i am sure many of you have had such fun as well). So this lead to a lot of pleading and struggling and silliness and eventually the sight of Gi's wonderful body being shrinkwrapped within a vac bed, but the great part was the vac was in a side cupboard so the noise was really low and barely heard, quiet enough to here the latex stretching about her. Not that  had much time to dwell on her, for despite my pleas, Master P wanted some fun with me too.

  So........so that was my weekend. I don't as i say reveal much but i just had to say a little and i wanted to thank our wonderful hosts V and J. You both really are wonderfully nice people and i feel privileged to be part of your world, Thank you so much.
xxxxXXXXXxxxxxx

Andy
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ps
By the way i am now a redhead.

Perfect bondage.

Hi,
  One of the most thrilling things that has ever happened to me on my little fetish journey was to be placed into a latex vacbed. I had not been expecting it and the sensation was utterly mind blowing. I have no doubt some of you out there have had the pleasure of this most perfect of bondage and can only say if you have never tried it, you are missing one of the great fetish experiences.
 I have been lucky enough to have been a prisoner of a Vacbed on a few occasions, once for an entire evening and can say it never fails to thrill.
 Anyway i came across this and i hope you like it .

Hope you like it. Thanks for visiting.

Andy

XXX



A story. Knightley Manor

The strange world 
of 
Knightley Manor
part 1
the measure.

By

Andy.Latex

Quickly there is some one else in the stop", the elder of the two women glanced through the parted door. True enough she saw a woman of about 50 slowly browsing through the racks of clothes. it was unusual to see a more mature lady in the small boutique but by her style of dress it was clear she was no mere window shopper. The older of the two women shifted her position to get a better look. The customer was tall and blessed with a figure well below her years, long shapely legs were enhanced by the deep sheen of supple burgundy red leather pants, the same shape of material formed the loose silk blouse, displaying beneath, a bust which despite its fullness clearly required no support. A wide black patent belt, highlighting her slim waist connected these two equally beautiful halves of her body. The woman, Vanessa, remained still as the customer neared, now she could see her face, perfect features full lips , dark eyes, high cheeks, all emphasised by immaculate , rich make up, not to heavy yet dramatic enough to be clear this woman knew her beauty and all framed by thick waves of shoulder length red silken hair, shot through with sparkling grey that hinted at a woman confident in her looks and happy with her age, this woman was quite stunning. Vanessa Homewood smiled.
"Caroline,"
The younger slim blonde looked up from where she knelt beside the moulded feminine figure, her hand resting on the sculptures polished thigh, her green eyes glowing with excitement, "Yes?".
"Prepare the measure".
"Do you not think she is a little ..old?"
"don’t be ridiculous ,look at her, she is gorgeous, no we will have two in one day!".
"Good afternoon madam", the older woman approached the customer from behind, ravishing the twin globes of her leather clad buttocks with greedy eyes. Who, in one elegant movement turned to the welcoming voice.
"You have some truly wonderful items", she said, her rich velvet European accent moulding the words into poetry.
"Are we looking for something special", Vanessa purred.
"No not really, I just saw your boutique and thought I might take a look", she paused, "perhaps a new pair of pants", her well manicured hands smoothing across the front of her thighs, "something maybe in black?"
Vanessa Homewood smiled "In black…I’m sure we can find just the thing"
"Hmm yes these are beautiful", Jane Aston-Jones purred stretching her legs within their new black, supple leather sleeves, "The finish is so shiny".
Without beckoning Vanessa ran one hand across the customers shimmering left buttock, "It is a process called rubberization. The leather is soaked in a pure natural latex rubber gum, this penetrates into its pores giving the material all the properties of rubber, very smooth and supple, totally water resistant and endowed with a permanent high gloss liquid like finish".
"Rubberization" Jane repeated in thought as she turned once more before the mirror, "do you know I think I will ta…." Her voice trailed as she saw the item young Caroline had just placed on the rack behind her hostess, Vanessa turned to follow her gaze. She smiled.
"PVC?", Jane said
"Oh no completely different", Vanessa took the pants from the rail and held them up, the shop lights glistened on there polished surface "These are P.P.V, Pure Plastic Vinyl, The very latest thing extremely expensive to produce, ultra smooth and very, very tight, you see they have no stretch at all, they don’t fit you….you fit into them".
It was as if her words were a challenge, and Jane would take it.
Jane Aston-Jones could not help but release a soft moan, as the tight, tight black plastic settled about and between her buttocks. It was the second time of trying and now with the wisp of her panties removed the shiny black film fitted without a crease or wrinkle. From waist to mid calf it moulded so tightly it looked as if a coat of gloss enamel lacquer had been applied to her skin, with only the slight flaring from calf to ankle revealing there true nature of her attire.
Slowly she bent forward feeling the ungiving plastic squeezing and tightening about her bottom, but no more than an inch or two could she move before the glossy films sensual embrace became to much between her legs and, with blushed cheeks, she straightened.
"They fit perfectly", Vanessa said as much to her smiling assistant as she did her client. "do you like them madam?"
"Jane smoothed her hands across her bottom, luxuriating in their warm embrace, "Very much, however they are rather impractical, I’m sure you do not get many sales".
"Very true madam, they really are for displaying? A figure, rather than merely clothing. But not more than 2 hours ago a young lady of about 25 tried this very pair on, she did look very sexy, but if I may say, you fit the measure even better".
"Why thank you", Jane glowed with delight at the compliment and turned once more before the mirror, "very well, sold. Yes I will take them"

Returning to the changing room she once more gazed at her ripple free pants. Where she would wear them, had no idea, but she would think of something. Smiling at both her purchase and at the positive comparison with a 25-year-old, she eased the pants off and returned to her deep red leather pants. Which despite their tightness now felt positively slack.
Checking her look once more in the mirror she took her bag down off the hook, ‘shoooosh’ to her surprise the mirror opened as a door. Sensing something odd she looked round the back of the mirror, ‘there had better not be one of those dirty little peep cameras in here’, she thought, but no it was just a door with a large well lit room behind, some kind of studio workshop by the looks. Full of outfits, rolls of fabric, bottles of stuff, brushes, boxes, tools, the room did not seem unusual for such a specialist boutique, however it was what lay in the centre of the room that tweaked her natural curiosity and drew her inside.
It was rectangular sheet of glossy black material some 7feet by 3, highly polished ,very smooth and it’s centre was formed the raised shape of a woman, naked but for needle like high heel on her feet. It was like a jelly mould, you know you would fill it with resin or something, then when it had set you would have a life size sculpture, probably a mannequin mould for the shop Jane thought. The light in the room was bright and Jane lent over to admire the immense feminine detail the spread-eagled figure contained. Every dimple and crease was captured to perfection. From her beautiful face, to the peaks of her pert nipples and from the buckles of her high heels, to the intimate folds of her sex, parted and open, its inner lips moulded in such precision so as to display the soft labia and hard clit nib.
Suddenly Jane’s eyes stopped wandering, she stared, was it her eyes or…or were those smooth shiny breasts ever so slightly, rising and falling. She looked again. Oh my goodness they were!
Bemused she tentatively reached out her hand and at the first touch of those erect nipples, cried out in shock. Suddenly the silent room was full of pitiful whimpering and moans, as writhing like a liquid snake the figure came alive!
Shocked, stunned, repulsed and revolted, Jane watched in horror as the figure writhed like an eel, trapped beneath a film of thick black tar, her moans filling her ears with desperate muffled pleas for help.
It took a few long moments for Jane to regain any sort of control of her nerves, but then, still shaking, she forced herself to the figures side.
"Are you all right? Don’t worry I’ll help you, I’ll help you" she panted.
Jane struggled to fight off her revulsion she felt at the sensation of the girl writhing beneath her touch. There was something unnaturally slick and slippery, about its smoothness and shine, but with her mind trying to avoid imaging how much worse it must be for the poor girl trapped within. Jane forced herself to continue,
With her fingers fumbling helplessly across the glass smooth surface, it quickly became clear to Jane that the unfortunate girl was enclosed within some kind of rubber bed. She lay on a ridged base over which a second, thin sheet, of latex rubber had been stretched. This appeared to be seamlessly closed down the sides, effectively imprisoning the girl inside. But Jane could not understand how the girl had been so tightly enclosed, it was as if the latex sheet had been melted on to her, or even stretched down like……, Jane stopped as the true horror swept over her. She fell back shaking her head in horror and disgust …… ‘Oh my god!’, she thought, ‘She’s been vacuum packed!
But the desperate wordless, moans did not stop.
"D…don’t worry I’ll get help", Jane stumbled to her feet "I’ll be back"
The sad moaning ringing in her ears Jane turned away and stumbled to the door. There stood Vanessa, a cruel smile on her red lips.
"I see you have met our last customer, very beautiful, quite a few years younger than you, as I said, she did not fill out the measure as well as you", she tossed the plastic pants in front of her.
Jane shook her head, her usual cool gone in a mixture of horror and anger,
"I don’t know what you bitches are up to but the police will be here some", she took out her mobile phone.
"I don’t think you will get a signal down here, besides….". at that moment Caroline entered and before her she pushed a wide eyed young man. "….this cute little thing came looking for you ,said he was meeting his Auntie Jane, a tall ,beautiful, red haired woman, wearing red leather pants…..Beautiful Aunty?". She paused and ran a hand down the young mans spine, "You know I think you have a little crush on your Auntie Jane, don’t you honey".
Slim and trim, dressed in smart beige trousers and a crisp pale blue shirt and with neat brown hair, dark eyes and a soft round face, the young man looked younger than his 18 years. Yet at that moment, with his wrists cuffed, a collar and lead about his slim neck, those soft eyes were filled with fear. "Auntie Jane what is happening?",
"Oh, sweet heart, are you all right", Jane moved toward him. Vanessa stepped between,
"He is at the moment but later? Well that depends on you…Auntie Jane".
Jane looked down to her phone. No signal. "What do you want," she sighed " money? I have money, my rings, car? What? Anything just let us go, we won’t tell anyone"
Vanessa smiled "I think you know what I want" she looked down at the gleaming black figure at her feet.
Jane’s heart leapt into her throat at the thought. "No! no! please no, I will pay you so much". She pleaded, "My cheque book and cards are all in my bag, what ever price I’ll pay just….."
"You are the price and you alone" Vanessa coolly purred confident of her position. " Still if you need persuading", from nowhere she produced a shiny rubber hood, the young man let out a muffled cry as she drew it to his head. "Shush now it won’t hurt you"
"Please he is only 18 let him go, do what you must with me but don’t harm him" Jane pleaded
Jane looked to the trembling boy, her eyes trying to calm the fear she saw. "Andrew, my nephew, he is spending the summer with me, please don’t hurt him"
"We have no intention of harming either of you", Vanessa purred, her gaze drifting from Aunt to nephew. "In fact I think harming something as cute as this young man would be a crime. Don’t you agree Caroline?".
The look on her companions face was one of clear understanding, her eyes sparkling with delight.
" The countess?", Caroline whispered.
"The countess, she shall be paid in full ".
"What? what is it?", Jane said, taking the opportunity to wrap her arm about her companion. "Who is the countess?"
"She owns us…or rather she will have owned us, For once she has this gorgeous prize in her hand…our debt will be paid".
"No", Jane said, "No you can’t take him, please". The woman struggled as she was pulled away,
"I will not harm him, I promise, he is a prize far higher than even you. However I can make life uncomfortable for him, if you do not enter into the spirit". She held the shiny latex hood once more to Jane’s nephews face.
"No…no please no" Jane gasped, "No, don’t put that to him please" her elegant posture slumped "Please …please", she looked down at the still writhing figure. "I will pay your price"
30 minutes later Andrew sat unsure where to look. Right before him stood his beloved Auntie, back to him naked but for the needle like high heel shoes now adorning her feet, her arms out stretched as her smooth skinned body was sprayed with a fine coating of oil, slicking her hair to her scalp. It’s rich gloss highlighting her beautiful figure.
"Your Aunt dose have a lovely body Andy. You don’t mind if I call you Andy?, No?, Good, yes she is quite stunning for an older woman. But then again I get the suspicion you have seen your Auntie’s body before haven’t you dear…..", Andy looked away his face flushed deep crimson. Vanessa smiled. "….Yes, I think you are very well aquatinted with it….naughty".
Meanwhile Caroline was allowing her fingers to drift naughtily between Jane’s gleaming buttocks, teasing the sensitive skin within.
Jane looked straight ahead and trembled in her dangerously high heels. "Stop that", Jane murmured, summoning as much authority as her position would allow.
"Why?" Caroline smiled, pressing her fingertip to the older woman’s most intimate opening, making her arch her back and gasp. "I think you like it"
"Yes she really is beautiful..", Vanessa said stroking the shiny latex hood down the beauties tear streaked cheek. "… But we know a way to make it look even better, don’t we Andrew".
Caroline placed the oil aside and taking the naked woman’s arm followed Vanessa and her young captive, through into an adjoining well-lit room.
Jane gasped and stopped, before, them lay a second shiny black rubber bed, its top sheet peeled back like the petal of some bizarre plant awaiting its victim. The realisation of what was about to happen to her brought images of first figure flowing through her mind. She felt sick and looked away, deep into the tear filled eyes of her beautiful companion. She thought of struggling, fighting, she knew she should, but deep inside she knew, there was no way out.
Vanessa seated Andrew and took the place beside him, taking his hand in a mockery of compassion. He stared ahead. Caroline quickly positioned the trembling woman before them, the open bed glistening wetly between.
"It really is so nice not to have to struggle, so many girls kick and fuss, it really is so much more civilised with a ‘willing’ subject". Vanessa laughed mockingly. " Now in you get". Jane looked down, her mind raced with terror, imagining the fate before her, she looked up pleading to her captor. Vanessa drew the hood across Andrews trembling tear-streaked cheek, "In to bed you get".
The woman, Mature, confident, beautiful now sobbed as slowly she lowered herself into the beds latex folds, her breath came in desperate pants, her voice softly pleading for mercy, helpless gasping for words as slowly she lay back on the cool slippery rubber bed, its soft mattress moulding about her back and buttocks. Then once on her back she remained passive, staring up at the ceiling lights, allowing Caroline to arrange her, she remembered the other figure, she would be the same, legs parted arms spread displayed for all to see. She could no longer resist, her eyes, tear filled, Glanced to her nephew for help she knew could not come.
"I love you Auntie Jane". He sobbed
"I love you Andrew so very mu….." , suddenly it went dark , she screamed in terror, as the top sheet of ,wet slippery rubber was drawn over her. She stiffened as she heard the zippers close down the sides over which, unknown to her, loose flaps were glued down. It was done, so swift no fuss the air tight prison was sealed and within that pitch black, alien cell Jane knew nothing but the sounds of her heart pounding , her panting breath, and the sound of creaking stretching latex.
She waited now for what she knew would come and waited. Vanessa was cruel she knew and enjoyed what she did, An eternity was passing for Jane in her latex void ,sweat mingling with the oil making her slick and hot nothing but darkness and the pungent aroma of rubber.
Beyond the void, Vanessa drew Andrew closer a wicked smile on her lips and a little box in her hand.
"Don’t be sad, this is the fun part", so saying she flicked the switch and the light glowed "Fast or slow" she asked the terror struck beauty, he just sobbed, "well I like it slow, take your time is my moto"
It happened all to quickly, there was a distant hum, followed by a rush of air about her head. She felt the air tickling her naked body as it was drawn out of the bed. She felt the latex briefly ripple over her body, before softly settling and slowly beginning to collapse onto her. The rubber now seamed to come alive squeaking and stretching, melting down about her writhing body, within moments her movement was restricted she was pinned down , arms and legs weighed down by the unyielding force of stretching black rubber as it fought to work into every crease and dimple of her body.
Panting now, she felt her chest being squeezed, her breathing now shallow and constricted by the ever-tightening film. The tighter it got the more movement became impossible, yet still this latex skin wanted more, she felt it seek out the hollows of her eyes the dimples of her nostrils, moulding tightly about her head to silence the sound of escaping air.
As the packaging continued, she became aware of hands on her body, gentle hands helping to mould the stretching rubber into every detail of her hands and heeled feet, into every curve of her body, breast, leg and then finally to her horror, her sex.
She could feel fingers light and tender softly ease her lips apart, offering her clitty to the latex’s touch. For a moment she felt the air flutter over the tender flesh of her enflamed nib , she arched her back, struggling as best she could for escape, but then like the lips of an eager lover, the latex enveloped her. Enveloped her and squeezed.
Andrew watched in horror as his latex entombed Aunt began to writhe before him. Her body arching and stretching like a sensual serpent. Her desperate moans clear above the sound of the vacuum pump.
" This is my favourite part", Vanessa said drawing the trembling Andrew closer, "all that sexual fire burning with nowhere to go".
Within her darkened latex world Jane cried out and fought to control the sudden sexual fire building inside her, but her latex lovers embrace would not let her go. The stimulation grew and grew, it’s heat flowing through her latex imprisoned body, and directed back to her very core, Back into her breasts, her lips, the flesh of her thighs and deep into the liquid heat of her sex.
Jane rode the ebbing and flowing sexual current for what seemed like a lifetime, but trapped motionless in her latex prison her surrender was inevitable. Eventually the waves began to break and she let out a deep sensual moan.
Her climax seemed multiplied beyond anything she had ever felt before. It made her heart pound and her body tremble. Wave after wave of liquid fire seamed to flow through her, as one climax began to drift away another began to simmer and rise leaving her a helpless toy to the vacbeds merciless embrace until such time as it chose to release her.

The vacuum pump shut off and, but for the muffled sensual moans seeping from within the gleaming package, the room was silent. Caroline quickly knelt beside the vacuum-sealed figure, her fingers stroking over the perfectly highlighted features of Jane’s face, she paused for a moment them with a small tool pierced the latex at Jane’s nostril with a pattern of tiny holes. She smiled to herself, the film of oil she had applied to Jane’s body had formed a perfect seal, and the vacuum was perfect and would hold for as long as they desired.
Poor Andrew broke down in tears, he fell to the floor beside the shiny figure his hands trembling hovered above the smooth film, unable to touch the living membrane that had swallowed his beloved Aunt.
" Auntie, oh auntie I love you", he sobbed.
"Oh how sweet" Don’t worry about her Andrew, she will be having fun for a very long time" said Vanessa leaning over, "But Its time now for you to have some". Suddenly his world was filled with the smell of rubber, the latex hood eased over his head in one smooth movement turning it into a gleaming rubber ball featureless but for the pattern of pin prick hole at the nose.
Andrew screamed.

To be continued….