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Sorry this is a bit messy, but I have had almost no time to sit and work this week. I seem to be running faster and faster and getting nowhere, but I guess I am not alone in that these days.

That said I felt I needed to share some of the amazing bits and bobs I am sent.

This also included the final part of Skinnie Stallions amazing story

Hope you enjoy

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Firstly I came across this the other day, it is a sweet reworking of one of my stories, recreated in video form in Spanish.

It is such a treat to think my silly work is worth someone's time to rewrite and create. I am touched XX

Funnily enough I have been working on this series myself in another form, so stay tuned.

   Now this is a sneak peek at the work of Brianna who has a paid for Patreon and is creating a story based on my art.

As a fellow Patreon user it is only polite to promote their work and Brianna is quite a talent.

A Foreword Dear friends, I've been working with a good friend of mine, Creator AndyLatex. We are attempting to expand the depth of our mutual work. Andy has permitted me to expand his captions into a storyline. Something I hope everyone will enjoy.

These creations are as much his as they are mine. I've been a long-time fan of his work. I'm hoping to do his work justice by expanding the Adventures of Aunt Jane and Andy while showing the respect I have for his creativity!

My storyline is my own creation based on my ideas, not AndyLatex. I'm trying to express my own ideas while maintaining respect to his work and the Patreon community.

All characters are fictional, 18 and older, and willing participants.

All comments are welcome and appreciated!

Enjoy!

The Beginning

It all started after Andy's high school graduation. Andrew Watson borrowed money from his mother's closest friend, affectionately known as "Aunt Jane," to pay for rent on a flat and attend football camp. While attending the camp, Andy agreed to pay back the money from his part-time job and his graduation money.

The agreement was that he was supposed to pay back the money by the time Football Camp was concluded, or he would have to work off the difference working and living with Aunt Jane. The loan was € 8,000. Andy tried his best, unfortunately, for Andy he was only able to come up with a little over € 1000.

Jane talked to his mum, exchanging ideas back and forth, and they negotiated on a settlement plan for sweet Andrew. As an Adult, Andrew would agree to live with Aunt Jane and work and serve her for a small salary while Andy worked off his debt.

College was to be put on hold, as well as his career in Football. Jane had laid out the broad strokes for his mum. In exchange, Andy's debt would be paid in full. A commission of 10% percent of future earnings to be paid to Andy's mother.

75% to be paid to Aunt Jane until the principal, interest, and his future expenses were paid off. The balance would be paid to Andy and set up in a savings account for Andy when his debt was paid in full.

Andy's mum agreed. As both an adult and an unemployed person under the age of 26 with no job or independent residential address, Andy's power of attorney was signed over to Aunt Jane.

On the last day of Football Camp, Aunt Jane picked Andrew up from camp. Unaware of his future other than working for Aunt Jane for a while, our sweet little hero enters Aunt Jane's lavish estate not knowing what to expect.

All Andrew knew was that he was in breach of the contract, and leaving Aunt Jane's estate without a settlement would make him a criminal. Andy was taught good values and knew the importance of keeping his word. Aunt Jane had always been good to him growing up, so he trusted her.

Aunt Jane had no intention of harming him, although Andrew would be getting a complete reeducation and training for a new life of service and exploitation beyond his wildest dreams.

As the majority stockholder and founder of Bergman and Knightley, and her own fashion line, Aunt Jane had all the resources needed to mold Andrew into the world's most famous femboy fashion and makeup model. He would become the iconic model for her makeup and fashion lines! Andy would be also be providing personal domestic services to Aunt Jane's secret society friends.

The die was cast! The future of Andrew Watson is to become a tail of legend for the modern age of males everywhere. The adventure is about to begin for our sweet Andrew!

With his head bowed, Andy stepped into the garden guest house. Andy knew things were going to be different now, Andy had always stayed in the main house in the bedroom across the hall from Aunt Jane.

Servants and staff never stayed in the main house. Andy had a feeling he was in trouble or was being demoted from a favorite guest to servant! Jane smiled at the submissive expression on Andy's face.

For more   https://www.patreon.com/BriannaDemonet/posts/aunt-jane-and-1-161938499   As ever all Patreon is a paid for platform.

Here are a few bits I created a while ago but am pretty sure never saw the light of day.

From the imagination of Sissy Dani. I have lots of Sissy Dani's work,but selected these for today. For no reason other than I like them....a lot

here is something special, this is where we all get to meet Sissy Dani in person

For all you lovely stocking and heel lover (including me) our friend Amber has come up trumps with these amazing pages from the B&K catalogue featuring our very own Andy

And now ,carry



ing all that on its shoulders, the final part in Skinnie Stallions amazing story. Gotta say I love this one.

Thanks S XXXX

8. No Way Out: Art for Art’s Sake

Mariana sent Monica to bring the next reporter through.  “Thank you, Monica.   And who are you, and who do you work for?” she asked the petite blonde girl.   The girl looked far too young to be working for a serious journal.

“I’m Jenny Smith from ‘Art Review’, Ms Abramopov,” said the girl.   

Mariana was pleasantly surprised.   So young.  So pretty.  “Mmmm…… Jenny Smith?  Ah yes, didn’t you write that splendid piece on  Jules Mahrute?”

“Yes.   Do you mind if I record?”   

“Not at all, my dear.”

Jenny turned on her hand held recorder. “Can you tell me, Ms Abramopov, about your new show and its provocative title?”

“I have been planning this show for a long time.  It seemed like a natural follow on from my last show, ‘Erotic Journey’.   This will also be a show that will be easier to tour.” 

“And its title…..?” queried Jenny.

“It’s a rebellion against the male dominated, formal art Establishment.  I call it ‘Cunt’ because I feel it dares to utter and evoke the female condition of so many women.   In an epistemiological sense, a woman’s cunt can define the role of a woman; it can also mis-define.  It is both a symbol of her oppression through history and her way of expressing herself.  It  is a source of both her weakness and her power.   Her menstrual cycle shows her alignment with the lunar cycle and fixes a woman’s attachment to the Lunar Goddess who oversees all womankind.   A woman’s fertility both empowers and enslaves her.   A woman’s period is one of the original causes of sodomy in the human species.  The first woman would have been sodomised by the first man when she was having her period.   Adam would have sodomised Eve.  It’s only after their offspring matured that the beauty of the arrangement will have become manifest.  Mankind is one of the few species that makes use of the secondary route; its availability liberates both men and women.   Men can experience what it is like to be a woman, or what it is like in between.   This show demonstrates that we are all, each and every one of us, Cunts.”

“There is a difference in this show though in that you will not yourself, be one of the exhibits, Ms Abramopov.”

“Not at all, Ms Smith, or can I call you Jenny?  Unlike my other shows, I will not be a fixed exhibit, but I will be present and perform at all my showings.  I will be wearing this outfit and walking round the gallery.   I have particularly chosen to wear this cashmere jacket from Ralph Lauren coupled with a pair of JaneStyle latex pants from Bergman and Knightley, and a pair of Louboutin SoKate 120s.  I carry a matching shiny black Yves St Laurent handbag.  Each of the four items embody style, luxury and feminine sexuality.”

“I certainly love your pants and your heels,” said Jenny.

“They help me exude the mystery of the femme fatale or the Mistress.  They signify the allure and power of the Dominatrix and express the freedom and supremacy of women today in our continuing fight against the patriarchy.    I will also be wearing a BumbleBee Egg from Bergman and Knightley.” 

“An egg?”

“Yes, an egg.   A vibrating egg.  The egg will be timed to vibrate every thirty minutes for five minutes.”

“Won’t that be uncomfortable?”

“Not at all.  My art shows that it is the true route to pleasure.  In Gallery 1, I will masturbate ……”

“Masturbate!?” interrupted Jenny.

“Yes, masturbate.   Do not be shocked, Jenny.   It is an act as old as Eve.  Every hour, on the half hour, I will masturbate by rubbing my crotch while looking at the one of the pieces on display, pieces that show the female gaining satisfaction in the way that the Lunar Goddess intended.”

“These are the portfolio pieces, the photographs that you call …..”

“That I call ‘Cunt 1: Wet. All the girls that ever fucked and sodomised me.’’

“Isn’t that rather derivative of Emma Tracey’s work?”   

“Not at all.   With her “All the sissies that ever fucked me’, Emma is just being an exhibitionist.  There is no spirit or passion behind the work.  There is no message except Emma’s own self-absorbed fixations.  In ‘Cunt 1: Wet’, I am showing femininity as a source of power.  The lady is not being fucked by men. She is being penetrated by girls. Fucked by girls.  Sodomised by girls.  Girls with cocks.  Men as they should be if we all followed the Lunar Goddess: men feminised and serving the female as equals.  Men behaving as girls, succumbing to their own lusts and pleasures with their colleagues when the lady is not available.   Men performing an act that used to be illegal even in your enlightened country.   An act that conventional religion has condemned since antiquity and many counties still consider illegal.  In contrast, the Lunar Goddess endorses a source of please that brings equality and sharing between the sexes.  Men and women alike can partake of the same wonderful experience.  There is no stigma, only joy in such exchange and role reversal.  While observing ‘Cunt 1’,  I will masturbate while receiving anal stimulation from my BumbleBee in celebration of the ancient ways of bringing pleasure and equality.”

“Oh!” said Jenny, taken aback.   “I see.  Moving on, your second gallery, somewhat confusingly titled Gallery Zero, is simply a white space, empty except for a white sink and a white shelf with transparent glass jars.”

“Exactly.  It’s a deliberate contrast to Gallery 1. It’s why I call it Gallery Zero.  The empty space is an entirely new work, ‘Cunt 0: Absence of Cunt’.  In the same way that John Cage showed the hypocrisy of audiences and their oppression of musicians, I highlight the Patriarchy’s hypocrisy and oppression.   The empty white room’ of ‘Cunt 0’ represents the toilet where men retreat for their solitary pleasures.   Practising their self-abuse is an insult to women.  Adam will have masturbated when Eve was having her period before he learned to sodomise her.   Self-love excludes the love of others. It is exclusive rather than inclusive.  The Lunar Goddess believes in the love of all.  ‘Cunt 0’ is therefore intended to be a participative piece of art.   Male visitors will be invited to live out the stereotype of male corruption and become part of the show.  They can even contribute permanently to the display, should they choose, by adding to one of the jars.  All will be able to observe the wasted fertility and energy.   True performance art for the masses and their messes.”

“Gosh!   And will you perform in this space?”

“No.   It would destroy Cunt Zero’s message of  toxic masculinity.  I will stage my next performance and appearances in Gallery 2.   Every sixty minutes on the hour, I will put on a strapon and masturbate in front of the piece before me.”

“Masturbate?  A strapon?”

“Yes, I will stand and stroke the strapon while standing before my latest work.  In protest against the display in Gallery Zero and egregious masculine conduct, I will wank the cock to represent the degenerate, oppressive behaviour of the Patriarchy towards womankind.” 

“The controversial exhibit that you call …..”

“That I call, ‘Cunt 2: Dry Chastity.”

“And it’s with a live model, I understand.  Does she have a name?”

“Probably yes, but it that’s unimportant.   It’s the message the work sends that is important.”

“And that message is……?” asked a perplexed Jenny.

“That submission to the male is passé.  Subservience to the male is finished.   Women are liberated to live the lives we choose.  We are free to make choices but continue to be imprisoned by society’s straitjacket.  The piece symbolises a woman’s struggle to free herself from these bonds.  It symbolises devotion to the Lunar Goddess.  It demonstrates the highest form of feminine liberation: her preferred and chosen devotion is to me, the Artist, her creator and salvation, the owner of her debt.  While she is fastened to the wall, I, of course, am the true centrepiece of my expedition.  She is encased and helpless, while  I am free.   My strapon will squirt and ejaculate over the latex covering of ‘Cunt 2’ as I reach peak arousal from my BumbleBee.”

“And the title?” asked Jenny, still none the wiser.

“Her encasement in latex symbolises her perpetual struggle to free herself from her earthly constraints.  Her cunt is empty. Her arse is empty.  She can hear us now: her only hope is that I will release her and fuck her.”

“And the model understands this?”

“Of course.   What was important to me was that she be a professional.   A woman of intellect and beauty.  It is vital to the integrity of the piece.  If she had been a hired, willing model then the theme of removal of power would have been dulled.”

“And I am right in thinking that the same woman features in the photographs that make up the majority of the exhibit in ‘Cunt 1: Wet’ in Gallery One?”

“That is correct.”

“Is it important that it is the same woman?”

“Yes.   ‘Cunt 1’ is an expression of naïve freedom.   A woman may lead her life in the way she chooses.   But even within that freedom, she remains trapped within our expectations.  The women still receives.  She does not own or control the girls.   She submits to her own lustful desires.   She still serves and worships cock rather than the Lunar Goddess.  ‘Cunt 2’ shows her path to enlightenment and a maturity of purpose.  The absence of cock is liberating her to recognise her true female self.   It’s why it’s so important she can hear us talking now.” 

“So this is her choice?”

“Yes, but she has no option.   She has a debt to pay.  To go from a position of trust and strength, to being a mere item, a work of art admired for its beauty alone, is quite a thing.”

“So do you own her?”  

“In a sense yes.   She has a debt to pay.  A debt to pay for herself, a debt to pay for being a woman, a debt for yourself, a debt for all womankind who do not yet serve the Lunar Goddess.   A serious debt.  I own her debt.   I control her debt.  I am the salvation for her debt.  Her body is trapped in a latex vacuum with just enough air to breathe.  She knows her past misdeeds.   This is why she is chaste.  I, the Artist, decide that she be chaste.   You can see her writhe within her bonds, her cunt yearning for pleasure in her delicious cocoon but forever deprived.  Her arms imprisoned by her side not even allowing her to pleasure herself.  She will hear me when I masturbate my strapon in front of hear each hour.  I have the freedom she craves.   While paying her debt, she symbolises the deprivation and subservience that women have experienced through the ages.   Only by ascending the Gynarchy and serving the Lunar Goddess can she hope to escape her bonds.”

“I see,” said Jenny, still entirely baffled.   “And please tell me about Gallery Three.   I understand that it’s still being set up.”

“Yes, let’s walk through.  We are fortunate to have the piece on loan from a great friend of mine, Pamela Vantari.    It’s been shipped with the help of Bergman and Knightley who are also the Sponsors of this exhibition.   We have only just received delivery from Shanghai and have been uncrating, lubing and hydrating the exhibit this morning.”

“Hydrating?” queried Jenny looking at the shiny mannequin.

“Yes, hydrating.   There is a living boy inside the casing.”

“A boy!!?   And what do you call this exhibit?” asks a shocked Jenny.

“I call it ‘Cunt 3: Boy’.”

“And how does it fit with the theme of the Exhibition?  I note that the boy is wearing high heels,” queries Jenny, trying to move the interview to safer ground.

“It shows the future of mankind, by which I mean the future of masculine kind.   If we are to going to colonise the moon, colonise Mars, this is how the men must be.   We should go in peace.   Women do not create wars; Men create wars.    High heels are now longer a symbol of oppression but of liberation.   His heels show he has accepted his subservience and willingness to embrace his femininity.”

“And does the mannequin have a name.”

“Yes, but it has been lost.   Deliberately lost.   Forever, he will be ‘Cunt 3’.   The man of the future.”

“And will you be performing in Gallery 3.”

“Yes, but only after the Gallery has closed.   ‘Cunt’ is intended to fuel visitors’ minds and imaginations and provide them with a future vision.  Visitors will be able to meditate on what I do with ‘Cunt 2’ and ‘Cunt 3’ after the Gallery has closed each evening.   A select group of my Sponsors will join me as we celebrate the Lunar Goddess.”

“Thank you, Ms Abramopov.   That has been most enlightening.  I’m sure our readers will be interested to learn about ‘Cunt’ in our next edition.”

“Not at all my dear.   Here, take my card.  Do you have a telephone number?  I will be having an evening soirée after the Official Opening with drinks and a private of tour of the gallery.    You will get the chance to ‘meet’ the exhibits in person.   I do hope you will be able to join us.   Or perhaps you’d like to stay on now?  We can talk some more and maybe you’d like to come back to my apartment after we’ve settled ‘Cunt 3’?   I already have plans for ‘Cunt 4’.”

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Hi Everyone

  Hope everyone is doing fine and well.

Today we have the completed versions (yes versions) of a piece I previewed a few weeks ago on patreon.

On Patreon I showed the first part and today we get the full story.

  This is set during the period when Andy was alone having been kidnapped by the Sisterhood from Nowheresville USA.

   He is now being hired and leased by the members of the Sisterhood world wide and today we are in either Portofino or the Isle of Capri where our mistress is planning something very special for her guests.

How you like these

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Miss Kimmi in the Christeen Archives

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I wanted to create this

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Hi Everyone.

Welcome to Friday and as ever a big thank you for all your messages and comments and wonderful compliments.

They are all, every one of them, so greatly appreciated. 

So lets see what delights Miss Kimmi has selected for us this week from Christeens archive.

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5/26/21- 635 - This pretty miss has come to love her freshly permed pixie and the cute girl in the mirror gazing back. Chris is beginning to accept that there’s a lot to like now that she is becoming a girl. Rarely do we see Chris pixied like this. This Christeen poster debuted in early 2012 on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art site.

August 2019 PDQ- 1349 - 8/1/19- Braided and beribboned, the sweet feminized young miss is delighted to learn that Chris is a boy just like her.  Both find that there’s everything to like living as girly girls.  This debuted on Petticoat Discipline Quarterly.

9/14/20- Turning Heads- Chris is so pretty as a young lady. And she even loves getting dolled up… now. Yet, no wonder Chris is reluctant to go out. What feminized boy wants her her “Sissy” handbag to call attention to her status? Chris would rather been seen as Aunt Julia’s dainty niece. This debuted on Christeen’s own (now sadly gone) Pinterest account.

5/3/19 - 1330 -  Julia’s delight is evident as she watches Chris in his new bedroom squirming while on the phone.  Julia is well aware that Chris’s friends now know Chris is being petticoated.  But little does Chris know that “girl time” will ultimately be “all the time” as her adorable niece.   This gem debuted right here on Andy Latex on 4/30/19.

Wednesday round up. .......if it posts!

 Hi Everyone

Welcome to Wednesday. Must admit it has been another slog  getting Blogger to behave, but I wanted so much to share these with you nothing was going to stop me.

Enjoy

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Andy

   

Firstly here is.....well I think I will let our friend Amber explain

Here is a picture story of a mission that Andy did for Lady Jane: infiltrate a harem, seduce the Sultana, and escape with her after persuading her to testify against her arms-dealer husband.

There is a second part to follow

The world of the lady travelling alone seems to have spread.

You can imagine what these two have on their minds.  

And you already know what she has done, but perhaps her colleague will go and help this dear lady find her way to the correct connection

Now some super sweet images, from the world of Andy and Aunt Jane, created by Sissy Dani

When Jane and Andy go to a Star Trek convention they always dress as Ensign Pinky and Captain Slickenwsmooth

Early in Andy's story, Aunt Jane sent him to pick out new shoes.

Shopgirl: "Are you sure these heels aren't too high for you to handle, dear?"

Andy: "Oh, no, my Aunt Jane has been training me to walk femininely in up to seven-inch heels. ma'am."

Aunt Jane sold the rights to Andy's story to a TV producer. Now the only question is will this be a sit-com, a soap opera, a romance, or a reality show?

Andy gets a new blonde look,ready for the new product promotion

And now here is the next part in the brilliant story started this Monday, by our dear friend Skinnie Stallion

Artistic Studies

By

Skinnie Stallion

6. No Way Out.   All the way in.

During the journey, Cassie distracted herself with Flora’s ‘suggestion’ and a little mental arithmetic.   If she worked 6pm to 9pm, had one client per hour and charged, say, £50 per client that would be three times £50 making £150.   If she could get two each hour that would double it to £300.   If she could manage 6pm to midnight, that would be six hours work.  With two clients an hour that would double again to £600.  If she could get Monica to join her, that would double again to £1,200.   Put like that, it seemed a viable option.  She could work Brixton Road while Monica handled the tube punters on Victoria Road.  If they worked together, she could pay off the debt in…. what was £40,000 divided by £1,200 ?..…  .. er…… er… let’s say a bit over 30 days.   Surely Bergman and Knightley would agree to that?

Cassie went back to checking her working.   Was £50 reasonable for a blowjob?   She thought so.  It had been ten quid when she was a student but Cassie expected a premium for experience and sophistication.  And then there’d been inflation since her student days.

Cassie’s thinking took another line.   She wouldn't want to go further but maybe Monica would.   Monica would do what she told her to do.   Some blokes would like fucking a girl, a girl like Monica.   Or being fucked by her.   Cassie guessed she could charge £200 for that.  Or say an hour or her ‘company’?   But if she only manages two clients a night, that’d be just  £400.   And she’d need to rent a room or hotel.   That’d put up the cost.   Blowjobs round the back alleys would be far cheaper and less demanding.

Cassie stamped her heel into the carpet of her old Ford.   Damn it!   If she’d kept Sandy, she could have put both her and Monica to work.   She wouldn’t need to consider working herself.   She could ‘manage’ them.   She baulked at the word ‘pimp’.   The girls could have provided her with a nice little regular income.   Now she had only Monica.   She’d have to make do with what she’d got.

Cassie parked along the street since a white van was annoyingly parked outside her house.    Perhaps her neighbours were having some work done.   She rang the front doorbell expecting Monica to answer.   She rang a second time.  Music was blaring inside.   Monica had become a Radio 6 fan.   At least Cassie had persuaded both her and Sandy to move on from Radio 1 and Capital.   She’d have to speak to Monica about not disturbing the neighbours; they weren’t going to want any nosy intrusions if Monica was going to be entertaining visitors.   Cassie got out her key, opened the door and stepped inside.   She just had time to register a hand grip her wrist but didn’t feel the needle puncture the sleeve of her lovely new coat and enter her upper arm.

Cassie had little recollection of the next few hours.  She vaguely remembered undressing but she couldn't remember why.   She didn’t know where she was.   She did know that she couldn’t move.  Her arms were clamped beside her.   She felt warm.   Nice tingly and warm.   She liked that gentle buzz.  Had Monica been fucking her again?  Fucking her while asleep.

Cassie could hear voices but could only dimly make out what they were saying.   “I like how you got her to put on her black shoes before we started taping her.   Black goes so much better than red.   The poor darling had no idea what she was doing.  She positively welcomed the two plugs.”

“It’s starting to wear off. When she wakes we will complete her wrapping.”

“Shame, I though Mrs Wright would be a good Host.   Never mind,  I have no doubt she will fetch a very high price.” 

“I’ll give her water with some ket to stop her getting dehydrated and keep her calm during the wrapping.   She’ll be comfortable but semi-conscious for the journey.”

“Good.”

Cassie felt a cup at her lips.   She drank.   She felt herself herself raised to a standing position.  The ladies were still talking.   “Is Monica alright?”   

“Yes, Geoffrey’s looking after her.   She’s still as high spirited as ever but she seems to be happy to be going back to B&K.  She’s obviously sad to have lost Sandy.  The thought of staying on with Mrs Wright didn’t excite her.   With no Sandy, she’d be getting no cock.   Mrs Wright was too squeamish and preferred to use the Boys as her playthings.  That’s all well and good if they’re being treated right the rest of the time.   Turns out you can misjudge people.”  

“We should have put Mrs Wright through the formal Host Programme but I guess Ms Richards saw it more as a way of punishing her.”   

“Some punishment, to be fucked every day by two gorgeous B&K Boys.”

“We just need to learn from our mistakes.  Hopefully Monica will settle down after a little Geoffrey time.”

“Yes, Geoffrey should sort him back into a proper her.”

Cassie had no clue what happened next.   She felt she was being lowered by strong arms on to a lumpy bed.   Her mouth was severely obstructed and a bandage or something plasticky was pulled over her head and eyes.   She tried to speak but only “Mmmph” emerged past her penis gag.

Cassie heard a wooden echo and outside noise cease.  She felt isolated.  Although she knew she ought to feel terrified, she found instead a wave of relaxed tranquillity come over her as she sucked on her gag.    There was a jolt and she had a slight sensation of movement but had no clue about direction or speed.  She was lost in her dark limbo, the plugs inside her giving her solace and comfort.   Monica must be playing a game with her.   She and a friend must be taking her somewhere for their private pleasure.   It would be a welcome relief from all her money anxieties.

The B&K Bailiffs were glad when the van pulled away.   Loading the packing case had attracted attention.  Monica’s smiles and laughter in the front passenger had not helped.  The neighbours were used to seeing Cassie dressed in shiny clothes but to have two visitors in couture blazers and skirts out on the street was unusual.   Calypso and Circe didn't want anyone asking questions.  Calypso got on the phone to B&K HQ: “It’s done.   All we need is clean up to this address.   Low key.   Regular overalls.  Keep it discreet.  Leave it a week before putting up the ‘TO LET’ board.”

7. No Way Out: Purchase

Clarice Bergman was not happy.   As scion of the Bergman dynasty she was used to getting her way.   Everything at Bergman and Knightley needed to be done her way, the Bergman way.   She was giving Dina Richards a dressing down.  “You do not give malefactors a second chance, especially not the privilege of hosting B&K Boys.   This cunt hasn’t been Hosting them, she’s been using them, using them for her personal pleasure.”

“But they were unruly,” Dina tried to protest.

“Lots of Bergman Boys start as unruly.   It’s why they need to be tamed and trained to follow the true path.   They must learn not to get pleasure that way.  There’s only one route that’s appropriate for a B&K Boy.    It’s why B&K provide the B&K Strapon Harness for Boys.   If, for some reason, an owner wants a little light relief, they get their Boy to wear a strapon.  It can even be screwed on to a cockcage.   Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mrs Bergman.”

“It should be an honour for a B&K Boy to wear a strapon,   He should feel proud of wearing one like his Mistress or owner.  It’ll probably be bigger in any case than his pathetic little thing.   How else is he going to truly feel like a girl?   Certainly not by using that disgusting thing of his.  I do not want standards slipping.   We made an exception for Ms Tracey but that was because she agreed to provide a steady revenue stream with our fifty percent royalty on her installation commissions, and twenty percent on all her future works.  This cunt has provided nothing and has walked away with £40,000 of our money.   Of MY money!  Can this cunt hear me?”

“Yes, Mrs Bergman.”

“Is she plugged?”

“Yes, Mrs Bergman.  Front, rear and mouth.”

“Well I want them taken out except for the gag.  She can be controlled and suspended just by an anal hook.”

“Yes, Mrs Bergman.”

“And those heels need to be higher.   The tips of her toes should only just skim the ground if she’s properly suspended.   She needs to feel every inch of that hook.”

Clarice turned to face Cassie.   She was splenetic.  “Listen you fucking cunt!” she raged,  “you do not sell B&K Boys.   You do not try and sell MY Boys.  You do not try and sell the services of B&K Boys.”   Cassie’s eyes widened.   “Don't try and look innocent.   Calypso and Circe heard you rambling while you were under the influence of the Rope.   You’ve been a naughty girl.   If you want cock, you should have gone out and got it from real men, not try to corrupt our precious B&K Boys.   You need to learn to do without.  And you need to repay me.”

Tears started to roll down Cassie’s face.   The Rohypnol and the ketamine had long since worn off: she was fully aware of her predicament.   What had seemed like a game had taken a serious turn.   This cow had no intention of letting her off the hook in any sense.

“I will arrange the sale.   My friend Ms Abramopov has been looking for a suitable model for her next installation for some time.   She wants a change of style for her next series of shows and you’re exactly the kind of bitch she’s been looking for.    I think she’ll pay at least a quarter of a million.”

Cassie couldn't believe her ears.  A quarter of a million!   That would be an unheard of amount for her work.

“Did you hear that, cunt?   You’re going to be a work of art.   A proper work of art.   Not the kind of crappy canvases you used to produce.   You’re going to be a work of art for a genuine artist.   Mariana will sort you out.”

Cassie’s tears started to flood as Circe took the scissors to her latex wrapping and began to ease out her plugs.

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Artistic Studies: No Way Out

By

Skinnie Stallion

1.  No Way Out: Secure Loan.  Secure Dominic

Michelle ran through the details before the mannequin was moved and taken to the Dispatch Bay.  “Dominic Turner, taken as payment against an unpaid secured loan of £50,000, taken out from us by one Mrs Pamela Vantari.   All rental to Mrs Vantari in cash so no trail, no connection to us or any of our subsidiaries. All other data checks carried out and erased.   Coated, semi-permanent sealatex.  Sort code 08-08-25.   Transfer and Shipping documentation in order pending payment 300,000 US.  Destination Nanjing Road, Shanghai, China.”

“Very good, Michelle” said Dina Richards.   “Well, that’s the last of the Tracey batch.   So unfortunate: he was doing so well.   Still, once they develop a taste for it, they’re always going to be troublesome unless that’s what the client wants.  I guess Mrs Vantari wants something more than a maid, especially if Mr Vantari is away a lot.   There’s something to be said for a versatile B&K Boy if you're that way inclined.   I assume he’s plugged?   We don’t want him forgetting his true purpose.   Mrs Vantari will be receiving her pleasures but I’m sure she won't want to to deprive Mr Vantari.”

“Yes, Ms Richards.   Fully plugged and catheterised.”

“Good,” said Dina giving Dominic a little pat between the cheeks of his bottom.  She stepped on to the podium and whispered in his ear: “You are such a silly boy.   It needn’t have been like this but you made your choices with Ms Tracey and there’s no going back now.  Bye, bye.   Safe travels.   Enjoy fucking Mrs Vantari, but I hope Mr Vantari sets you right.”   Dina stepped back as the girls from Shipping arrived to load the latex mannequin on to a trolley.   “Now, I must go and see Caroline Wright.   She seems to have got herself into the same predicament as Ms Tracey.  Stupid woman.   Honestly with some women it’s just cock, cock and more cock.   Why won't they learn to be the dominant gender?”

“Yes, Ms Richards,” agreed Michelle who’d long since submitted to her feminine side.

2. Artistic Studies: No Way Out

Cassie had tried so hard: black latex leggings, black patent thigh boots, tight red latex sleeved top, black leather biker jacket, leather studded collar.   What more did she need to do to show her devotion to Bergman and Knightley and The B&K Institute.  Unfortunately, Ms Richards was unconvinced.   “You may be a volunteer but I must remind you that you signed a Contract,” said Dina.   She was getting exasperated.  “Look, I’ll show you again.   What does it say here?”

“Caroline Wright,” said Cassie.

“And is that your signature?”

“ Yes,” said Cassie shifting uncomfortably on Ms Richards carpet.  “But there must be options.   You allowed Emma Tracey ….”

“You know nothing of our arrangement with Ms Tracey.  I am presenting you with your own way out.   It’s a generous option given your misdemeanour.   Those boys, your ‘Wright Set’ as you called them, have been running riot since that morning at your studio.   Entirely the wrong kind of idea has got into them: they’re now far less interested in things getting in them and more interested in getting into our ladies.   Not our girls but our ladies, might I emphasise.    We’ve had to withdraw them from the shopfloor.  We can’t have apprentice shop assistants propositioning our customers.   They behave as if they’re on a debauched lads’ stag in Magaluf.”

“I’m sorry,” Ms Richards.  “I had no idea …..”

“No, you hadn’t.   You were told not to take them away from The Institute.    Your option is to become a B&K Host.   You can look after the two of the worst behaved of your girls: Sandy and Monica.   You can either tame them or cater for their newfound tastes.  It’s your choice and it’s your only choice, but it is your way of retaining some independence.   If not we’ll keep you in the basement of the B&K Hostel.   You can be a permanent Life Model and outlet for the boys.”

“You can’t do that.   I can’t do that.   I have a Studio to run.”

“Had.   Had a studio to run.   I think you’ll find looking after two B&K Boys, especially boys like Sandy and Monica, a full-time job.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No, not unless you want to reside in our basement.    We will give you a stipend to look after the Boys.  A modest stipend.   You may need to sell some paintings to make ends meet.”

“Couldn’t I sell some of Monica’s photos?  You let Emma Tracey …..”

“As I said, our arrangement with Ms Tracey is a private matter.   Her photos were tasteful by comparison.   Your photos are in my safe.   We will release them should you ever try to abscond or renege on our agreement.  I’m sure that there are Triple X websites or collectors who’d appreciate them.”   

Cassie blushed.   “But Jeff Koons did pictures and sculptures of him with Cicciolina ….”

“Jeff Koons did some very artistic poses with Ms Staler in their Made in Heaven exhibits.  Yours were entirely different and even more graphic.”

“But she was a porn star.   You could see him fucking her.   Fucking and more.  He sod.…..”

“And it was all very tasteful and planned.   Yours were impromptu and disgraceful.  Ms Staler went on to become a distinguished politician, whereas you….  you…… well you know what you are.”

“Yes, Ms Richards.”   Cassie hung her head.   She knew only too well how she’d behaved.  It had all been so overwhelming and sudden.    She’d lost herself in the moment.  

“And Ms Wright?....”

“Yes, Ms Richards?” 

“I note that you’re owing over seven thousand pounds on your B&K account.   You will soon be in breach of your credit limit.  I do recommend that you try and sell some paintings.”

“Yes, Ms Richards.”

3. No Way Out: Naughty Boys

Cassie couldn’t work out what was happening to her life.   She never seemed to have a minute to herself.   Sandy and Monica were lovely girls but they were always nagging her for attention …. and more.  She felt so tired …. and sore.    Her only break was when she invited friends round or she took the girls out.   At least in public, they had to behave.   Cassie could hardly leave them at home since she feared for her neighbours given the girls wandering eyes.  The trouble was they always wanted to go shopping rather than to galleries.   They wouldn’t allow her to get out her pad and do some sketching.  She wasn’t going to paint her next masterpiece with them around.

Her finances weren’t getting any better.  Two B&K Boys were expensive to run and their allowances didn’t go far.  She was perpetually being chased by the bank about her overdraft and her credit card repayments.  She managed to sell-off some of her older works to a dealer but at derisory prices.  Her only salvation was persuading her friends to shop at B&K.   When they came round, they’d often admire what Cassie was wearing.  She’d take them to Bergmans where Ms Richards had arranged for her to receive an introduction fee based on their first shop.  Ms Richards had also agreed to extend her B&K credit limit.  Unfortunately it encouraged Cassie to lead by example and fuelled her growing addiction to B&K products.  She was steadily building a wardrobe of pants and skirts in almost every colour and style available, and as for her heels and boots ….

Sandy and Monica didn't make things any easier.  They always wanted to visit B&K on their shopping expeditions and meet up with  their friends on the B&K shopfloor.   They were proud of taking Cassie round and showing her off.   Most ladies like showing off their B&K Boy; these girls liked showing off their B&K Host.   The shop assistants always giggled when they saw her with Sandy and Monica.   Cassie wondered her girls had been saying about her.

Sandy and Monica were always adding items to her shopping basket, both for themselves and Cassie.   They liked dressing and then undressing her.   

Sandy and Monica were also amassing a collection of toys.  Last week’s shopping trip quickly degenerated as soon as they left the store.  The girls couldn’t wait.   “Where are you going?’” asked Audrey Travers as they dragged Cassie away from loading her car.  

“We need to see Ms Wright in her panties,” said Sandy.

“We’re going to polish her till she shines,” added Monica.

“And then we’re going to try our new pantie inserts on her while she polishes us,” giggled Sandy.  

“…… and then we’re going to fuck her,” called Monica over shoulder as she hailed a taxi.

“You are naughty boys,” pleaded Cassie but the girls had no intention of stopping now.   Cassie had never levelled with her friends or family about why Sandy and Monica were living with her. “I'm going to have to explain this to her later.”   She had no idea what she was going to say.   She just hoped Audrey hadn't heard Monica’s last words.

“I'm sorry, I just thought she might like to know what we were going to be doing with you this afternoon,” laughed Monica.

The difficulty for Cassie was that she was already looking forward to what Sandy and Monica said they were going to do to her.

4. One Way Out: While Sandy Slept

Cassie’s finances were going from bad to worse or, more realistically, terrible to disastrous.   She had no more canvasses to sell.   She’d stopped giving art lessons to look after Sandy and Monica.  Introduction fees to Bergman and Knightley were nothing like enough, and every visit she made to B&K simply led to more unaffordable purchases.  

Cassie began researching other options on the internet.  She became acquainted with the Dark Web where she found a secondary market for B&K Boys.   It didn’t take long to identify potential buyers   All she’d need to tell Ms Richards was that one of her boys had absconded.   It seemed to Cassie quite likely that they might run away.   She could make up some story about them seeing a guy in the street or some girl.   

Given how problematic she’d been, she decided that Sandy was the beter candidate.  Sandy was a handful.  Monica  was more cheeky but was more sweet natured, manageable and modestly sized.   Sandy’s handsome endowment ought to secure a better price.  She’d miss Sandy but sadly Sandy it had to be.   

She posted details about Sandy with a reserve price of £20,000.   That would more than cover her overdraft, her credit card and her Bergman and Knightley account.   She waited.   Responses started to  arrive withing the hour.   Some were deterred by Cassie’s insistence on Click and Collect.   She might be used to crating up framed canvases but she had no experience of shipping a living human, especially a probably unwilling one: any purchaser was going to need to come and get Sandy.    Despite this limiting potential buyers, a bidding war started and the price began to creep up.    

By the close of the auction, Sandy’s price had reached £40,000.   Cassie was delighted.   Her debts would be more than covered and it would mean she could get the red mac and heels that she’d been yearning for.   Her black mac was lovely but it would be nice to ring the changes.

That evening she plied Monica with whisky laced with Ambien.  Monica needed an early night which allowed Cassie a final night of bliss with Sandy before giving the unsuspecting girl a nightcap.   Sandy was sleeping like a baby when the money landed in Cassie’s account and she invited in the removal men.

5. No Way Sis

Monica was still fast asleep when Cassie did the bank transfers to pay off her debts.   That still left her with £21,000 in her account.   She felt jubilant.   Time to go shopping.   She slipped into bed alongside a still drowsy Monica and coaxed her to life.  She wanted to celebrate with a trip to B&K.   She told Monica that she’d had a late night with Sandy and was allowing her to sleep it off.    

At Bergman’s Monica admired the red PVC coat dress and supported its purchase.   Cassie didn’t worry: she still had £20,300 left and £19,900 after the shoes.  And £19,200 after a pink latex ruffle skirt for Monica with bottom-up zip.   With only Monica, to look after, she needed to assert her authority.   It would be easier to run only one girl.  She’d even take Monica to lunch as treat.

Cassie was on Cloud Nine.  Money in the bank and a beautiful B&K Boy as a girlfriend. Her coat dress looked splendid and it felt heavenly kissing Monica on the lips in the restaurant and playing footsie with her.  She felt liberated; she felt young.   It was only after she’d been home for a couple of hours that reality struck: an email arrived from Bergman and Knightley’s Legal Department.   The attached letter was terse and to the point:

Activity has been detected on the Dark Web.  It is noted that you have been in breach of Clause 40 of your Contract regarding handling of a B&K Boy. Immediate return of Sandy Davenport is required.  

In the absence of Ms Davenport’s return, immediate payment of £40,000 is required in lieu.  Additionally penalties will be applied in accordance with your Contract (see Clause 52.)

In the absence of either Ms Davenport’s return or full payment, our B&K bailiffs will call to settle your debt to Bergman and Knightley (see Clause 56).

Cassie panicked.   Had Monica ratted on her?   She called Ms Richards to offer her apologies and £19,200.   £19,200 was all she had.  She pleaded with Ms Richards that there was no way she could repay the full £40,000, not even if she returned today’s purchases.  Ms Richards merely referred her to the Legal Department.    Legal was insistent:  Sandy, £40,000 or the bailiffs would come and collect.

Cassie was desperate.   She needed help and fast.   She didn’t know where to turn.  The contact on the Dark Web had vanished and there was no-one she knew who’d be prepared to lend her, let alone give her, that kind of money.   She decided to call Flora as a last resort.  She’d never got on with her elder sister and not seen her in months.  Cassie had always been the opposite of Flora.   Flora was staid, conventional and, in Cassie’s eyes, boring: a Princess of suburbia content with her work on the Parish Council and the Townswomens’ Guild.   Cassie was seen as the lively one, the arty one, the bohemian one, the scatty one, the tearaway.

Cassie’s call was not a success.  The dozy cow didn’t seem to understand: she’d probably not got her hearing aids adjusted properly.   Cassie decided to go round.   She’d have to beg.  That would probably suit Flora down to the ground: her silly sister with money troubles again and no mum and dad to bail her out this time.  

“Helen?  What?  What in heaven are you wearing?” demanded Flora after she’d let Cassie into the hall.   Not a good start.   Cassie hadn’t changed since leaving B&K that morning.   

“It doesn't matter Sis'.  I  don't have time to explain, I need your help please.”   Why did Flora always have to call her Helen?  It might be her first name but Cassie never used it.   She might have been christened Helen, but she preferred to go by her second name.   Helen Caroline.   Caroline was better than Helen but she still shortened it to Cassie.  Only Flora persisted with Helen.

“But it’s positively indecent.   You look like some kind of streetwalker.   Is that how you earn your money these days?  I always told Mum you’d come to no good.”

“No, I’m not!” objected Cassie.  “How dare you suggest that!”   Nevertheless, Cassie lodged that idea in the back of her mind.   Perhaps escorting would be a way of making some quick money?   Her coat dress was obviously giving off those kind of vibes.   Could she try for some mature content on OnlyFans?  “Look I need to talk to you.”

Flora led Cassie through to her cluttered kitchen-diner.   She wasn’t going to allow Helen in the Lounge, not dressed like that.   She was already worrying if her neighbours had seen Helen arrive.   “So what is it, Helen?   What have you got yourself into this time?  And why do you look like a tart?”

Cassie attempted to explain.   She missed out a lot of the detail.    She didn’t mention Sandy (or Monica), her teaching at The B&K Institute, and her past misdeeds.   She didn’t refer to Bergman and Knightley by name or her shopping habits.  

“Look Sis, I’ve got a problem.   I really need £40,000.”

“£40,000,” repeated an astonished Flora.

“Please Sis.   Please.   I’ve got mixed up with ……,” Cassie hesitated, how much was she willing to admit, was she prepared to tell Flora about getting banged by her ‘girls’?  Would Flora even begin to understand about girls with cocks?  Best to keep it simple, she decided, “…… some people.   Please Sis’, they’re going to take me.”

“Take you?  How do you mean take you?  Take you where?  Take you on holiday?   Take you to prison?”

“No, take me.   Take me to work for them, I guess.”

“Good.   A proper job is what you need.   Always running around, playing with your paints like you’re still at school.”

“I’m an artist,” objected Cassie.

“A failed artist who can’t pay her bills by the sounds of it.   Why didn’t you just stay as an artist’s model?   At least you were capable of taking your clothes off, and not just with that painter friend of yours, as I remember.”

“I still paint a bit.  I sold some canvases recently.”

“Well clearly not enough if you owe £40,000.”

“So, will you help Sis’?”

“I’m afraid not.  I don’t see you for months and now you come asking for money.   I don’t have that kind of money to hand.  I actually think a proper job is exactly what you need.   It might sort out your profligate ways.”

“Thanks a lot Sis’,” said Cassie, acknowledging defeat.   She drove home in a rage at Flora’s intransigence, but knowing in her heart that it had been a forlorn hope.

to be continued Soon

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