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It's nice to sit down

and have a catch up

with your Mum, she

will have so many

tales to tell about what

she has been watching on

Tv or what the neighbours

have been doing or how

the cats are fine.....

However some Mothers

have found new delights.

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Here is a quick skip through some fun bits and bobs.

    Half way down you welcome across a little thing that I am contemplating creating. Just look out for Wilma.

Hope you like them.

XX

Andy

   Where better to start than on that strange plant, where Erarth girls are taken to compete in the ultimate games of survival

THE WORMHOLE GAMES!

I came across this clip on youtube the other day and was captivated by it. If is from the gorgeous DutchDame and some of these outfits are to melt for.

So elegant and stylish and the white outfit is breathtaking

I am adoring our friend Ambers images, they capture the real world of Andy and Aunt Jane in a new way,that is imbedded in reality

.I mean who would not want to spend a spa weekend with these two,

Learning to dive is a tricky one, but Jane will help

Here are a couple of images re-worked using modern technology.

These are part of what I am hoping will be a bigger project which will see Andy and Jane appearing in a book,the art re-imagined using modern technology, but very much still our Andy and Aunt Jane.

Stay tuned here and on Patreon for more updates

So now here  are a couple of new pieces from our friend Sissy Dani. Looking cute

Jane: Put your hood up, darling, have to stay dry!
Andy: Yes, Aunt Jane! My this wet pavement is very slick!

Jane: You may find latex is a bit uncomfortable for sleeping, Andy,

but you will also find it quite...stimulating....

Love, Dani

Now I am so delighted and grateful to Skinnie Stallion for writing the continuing tale of Owen and Office Politics.

https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2026/07/mid-week-treats.html

9. Office Politics: We’ll Wait

Although his debrief with Ms Bramley made him realise that at heart he was a B&K Boy, Owen was sad to leave Lumina.  Lumina had given him a start on both the employment and sissy ladders.  Middle and senior management had treated him well.  It was just a shame that final week didn't give him enough time to say goodbye to them all or to have that night out with Val.   On the plus side, he wasn’t going to miss the catty rivalry of some of the girls in the Secretarial Pool.   

Owen’s hopes of having some time off after finishing at Lumina were dashed when Ms Bramley immediately assigned him to what she described as her ‘special projects group’.  It appeared to Owen that he was in a group of one.  It also seemed that her ‘group’ didn’t sit in mainstream B&K and was financed from outside normal accounts and cost centres.  “To allow plausible deniability” as Ms Bramley put it.  Owen had no clue what she meant.  He just concentrated on his first assignment: Ms Bramley needed him to pay off the debt to Wilson & Associates, Bergman and Knightley’s lawyers, for arranging his contract release from Lumina.  Fortunately, Wilsons were happy to take payment in kind.   One week of Owen’s services would be sufficient.

Ms Bramley briefed Wilsons that their new temp’s secretarial skills were non-existent.  His desk skills were useless but his below-the-desk skills were formidable.   When Wilsons put him on reception, Owen concentrated on getting his face right: first impressions were so important.   Visitors gathered at the front desk while he did his lipstick.   “Don’t worry Sissy Boy, we’ll wait,” said one as he puckered up.  “No rush.” 

“Yeah, no rush” said her colleague.  “Fuck me, he’s hot.”

That week, Wilson & Associates never had so many never clients come to them after word of mouth referrals.   It was the mouth that did it.   And the tongue.

10. Office Politics: That will be all

A unique selling point of Bergman and Knightley is its ability to operate in territories at which other fashion houses and other service providers baulk.  B&K successfully caters for very refined tastes around the world and has contacts within governments as well as in depth knowledge of legal and customs systems in most countries.  B&K is willing to work where others daren’t venture.    

Vanessa Bramley is trusted by Bergman and Knightley’s top brass to run these undertakings:  she has the experience and skills.   The beauty of Vanessa’s branch for Bergman and Knightley management is that they do not need to know and do not want to know any detail about how her group operates.   Her group’s activities are hidden in grey accounting and through a network of shell companies.  

Vanessa has developed her own ways of financing her B&K’s black ops unit.  That’s where Owen comes in.   Vanessa has put in place a sophisticated system of ‘payment in kind’.   Rather than need to pay interest on the capital backing her group, a few days of Owen normally does the trick.  This week, risk insurance is required on shipments of B&K Boys to Pakistan, Dubai and China so Owen is putting in some extra hours at Global Capital.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Ms Richmond?" asks Owen after helping the Global’s CFO unwind.   He’s wearing black latex because he still doesn’t understand  ‘black ops’.

"Jesus Christ no,"  exclaims Felicity Richmond, her pulse still racing after Owen's assistance, her pants still around her ankles   There was no way that she could take another under-the-desk session with Owen.   Despite it being a Saturday and the Executive Level deserted, she’s concerned that her moans and cries may have attracted the attention of colleagues also putting in some extra hours.  She needs to get properly dressed in case someone looks in.    Owen has proved as Ingrid had suggested: totally fucking useless and totally fucking wonderful.  Felicity tries to compose herself.   "Er.... No thank you, Owen.  That will be all for now."

"Thank you, Ms Richmond.  If you're quite sure you don't need any more help, I'll check on Mrs Pearson.   She's had to work this weekend too and is going to stay late.  She said something about needing to do some desk work."

"Oh, if I know Ingrid she's come here to escape her husband and his mates."   Felicity knew exactly what Ingrid wanted to escape for.   It was her who'd suggested that they ask Central Admin for Owen to have some over-time.   "They'll be sat around drinking beer and watching footie.   Even though she's got the higher paid job, they'll expect her to run around fetching drinks and nibbles."   

"Mrs Pearson  did say something about nibbles," replies Owen, seemingly oblivious to the executive's intentions.

11. Office Politics: Working late

Ingrid Pearson may have a demanding job as CEO of Global Capital but she likes to maintain a work-life  balance.   She recognises the importance of family life but she also understands the importance of preserving a little ‘me time’.   It helps her de-stress and is good for her mental health and well-being.

Going in on a Saturday avoids the frequent interruptions of the normal week and allows her to go about things in a more relaxed way.   There’s no need to rush.   No hurry.  What doesn't help are annoying phone calls from her lazy husband interrupting her while she’s trying to clear her desk and make room for a special project with Owen.  “Honey, will you be working late tonight?   Only the guys are coming over to watch the game.   Honey?”

 

Ingrid stifles a moan as she hastily presses to unmute, "Yes, I'm still really busy. I've got a few things on here." One of things that isn't on is her panties. Owen had deftly eased them down to gain access to her temple where he is now busily worshipping with his tongue and lips.  Such a good boy: fucking useless as a PA but totally adorable as an office sissy and ornament of the C-Suite. If only they could do more risk insurance for Brunnings and Keenan: anything to oil the wheels of commerce and make transactions frictionless.  Helping Brunnings and Keenan is lucrative in all the best ways for the senior execs.  "I may see light at the end of the tunnel in the next few days," she says.  She was going to make sure Owen didn't see daylight or even fluorescent office light for the next few minutes. Would he be able to beat his record of being on his knees for thirty-five minutes?  "It's such a grind, Bill," she said sliding back in her chair and pushing her pussy harder against Owen's eager face. 

Perhaps she and Felicity should invite Owen out for a drink when they've finished their 'work'?   They could compare notes.  There’s always the possibility that they may need to stay in town and get a hotel room because of the lateness of the hour. They'd only need a double bedded room since Owen can sleep between them.   Not that he’ll be getting much sleep.

Monday with a little Skinnie

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Hi Everyone
    I don't like starting a week with an apology and I hope this one is unnecessary.
 
Blogger is being   a real pain in the backside at the moment. It will not correctly formatt things or when it does it  removes stuff and mixes it up.

 So this wonderful little tale by Skinnie Stallion is the only thing I could  get to load today and I get the awful feeling that is because I have probably posted it before.

So if I have posted it before I apology's but if I have not then Yayyyy a new piece from Skinnie to enjoy. 

Sorry for the Monday moan.

Big Hugs

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Andy

Mother’s Day Treat

by

Skinnie Stallion

Cedric kept his eyes closed as the brush came in again.   Not long to go now.   He couldn’t wait to see the finished results but he was determined to be patient.   Everything he’d read or seen about Fem-Factory gave him confidence.   If it was run by Rhys Jenner, it had to be good.   He’d been following Rhys ever since he won that competition a couple of years ago.  He’d liked, loved and commented on so many Instagram posts since then.  

He shuffled his feet slightly.  The arches of his feet were aching.  How did Mummy manage this?  He might not be standing but there was still a decided strain.   It was his own fault.   It was his decision to put on the heels as soon as his legs were done.  He’d always wanted to wear heels like mummy.   Now he finally had the chance and he didn't want to waste a minute.  Mummy might not have decided yet on his outfit but at least he could make a start.

Brianna continued her chatter: “That’s the eyeliner done.  Now you eyelashes……. and this is his first time being dressed?”   She’d gone through holidays. Mummy had done most of the talking for that one.   She’d gone through girlfriends.   That hadn’t taken long.  Fat chance of that.   She’d tried boyfriends but he’d been too embarrassed to say.  He did like the new bass in the Church choir but he’d never known how to ask.

His mother continued to watch them from the window seat.  “Absolutely.   The best.

Mother’s Day treat ever.”    Secretly she knew that Cedric liked to go through her things but no-one else needed to know that.   Not even Cedric.

"I have to say, I think he's a natural Mrs Ramsden, a total natural," said Brianna as she put on another layer of mascara.  "The way he's sat here while I've done his make-up: so calm, so self-assured.   We often get boys who resist or struggle when their mothers or aunties bring them for a makeover or a little 'pampering'.   Not Cedric.   Look at him here!   Happy as can be while I do his eyelashes.   I know it's his first time but it's making me wonder about false eyelashes for him.  Who would be able to resist a pretty thing like Cedric batting his eyelashes at him or her?"

"I see what you mean but I'm not sure.   What do you think, Cedric?"

"Yes please, Mummy," whispered Cedric softly, unable to quite believe that all his secret dreams were coming true.   And he was making his mother happy in the process.  Would that bass be able to resist, he wondered.  He’d have to practise fluttering his eyelashes before tomorrow.

"Well, there's our answer," said Brianna.  "I think it's so nice that you consulted him Mrs Ramsden."

"It's Cedric you need to thank.  Once he heard me mention that there were times that I wished I'd had a daughter, he offered me a present for Mother's Day, although I still like to think of it as Mothering Sunday.   I'll be so proud of him when we go to Church for the service tomorrow."

"Oh, Mrs Ramsden!   That's a bold step.  What will be people at Church say?"

"I don't know and I don't really care.   If Cedric's happy, so I am I.   But before we go to Church tomorrow, we've got afternoon tea booked at Bettys.   And I have made a decision: I will get him the pair of black PVC pants and the cerise latex top, as well as the black latex mini-dress.   He can wear the pants and top when we leave here for the  tea, and the dress for Church tomorrow.  They'll both go with the black 4" courts he’s wearing.   It was so sensible to have his legs waxed."

"Thank you, Mummy," whispered Cedric.   Both their dreams for Mother's Day were coming true.  The best treat ever.

Kimmi and Christeen

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Hi Everyone

  As ever on Friday I have the great pleasure of presenting some classic Christeen thanks to our friend Miss Kimmi and I am still amazed how many of these I do not ever recall seeing before,

Thanks Kimmi

XX

Andy

3/28/20- 1491  - What has our girl done this time? Our pretty Chris does need to sit like a miss, with his delicate lacy slip not on display. Chris is looking very much like a girl. Debuted 3/27/20 right here on Andy Latex.

12/13/19- CJ Beddy- Bye - Chris is dismayed that his self-cuddling pj’s feel so soft and wonderful yet there’s no opportunity for nocturnal play. Now what’s a feminized boy to do? Debuted 11/21/19 on Carole Jean's now defunct Pinterest site.

5/19/16 - 789 - Girl school in session for Chris? What new skill will he soon be mastering?  This classic debuted on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art in the winter of 2014.

8/11/20- 1580- Playing ball with the boys? Little does Chris know how silly he would look trying to swing a bat or kick the ball in his feminized state. Pretty girls with curls hardly belong on the field. The next ball Chris will see will be one at which he wears his first formal gown and is the belle. Debuted 8/7/20 right here on Andy Latex.

  

Mid week Treats

Hi Everyone

I hope you are all well.

 Time for a few mid-week treats. In cluding Amber, Skinnie and Dani.

My very best wishes to you all.

XXX

A little treat for you all and especially our friend Samantha for all her kindness to me this week XX

I have heard  from a good source that gossip about passengers on planes is commonplace, well, for those travelling alone Gossip is easily attracted.

Our Friend Amber has certainly come up trumps here, managing to slip our sweet Andy into the tender touch of two blog Legends, my word Andy could die happy from such tender kisses.

This is a lovely image from Amber, Such a beautiful representation of Aunt Jane.

And here we have Andy and Aunt Jane preparing for and taking part in a great photo shoot. I love a horse ride XXX

Thanks Kitty, Love a trip to the stables XX

 Sissy Dani has also dipped her toes into the world of Andy and Aunt Jane creating these cute little images.

I have no idea of the prices but as soon as I do  I will pass them on to eager consumers

Garden party--

Andy: Oh, Aunt Jane, I feel my hummingbird stirring. 

Narrative: Andy is in for  an afternoon of thrilling humiliating arousal....

Hotel--

Concierge:  Welcome, ma'am, We've booked you and your...companion...into the B&K corporate suite as they requested. And there's a rather cryptic message for you--"We have been waiting" signed "the Sisterhood".

Thanks Dani

And now, holding everything up is the final part of Skinnie Stallions amazing tale Office Politics.

Office Politics

By 

Skinnie Stallion

6. Office Politics – Nice Weekend

Owen soon found it wasn’t only Mrs Ericsson who wanted his out of hours support.  Others were so keen to seek out his services that Pam had to maintain a booking sheet for him.  Val on reception was asked to do similar to handle weekend bookings.   Weekend bookings proved very popular.  The husbands or partners of Lumina’s executives seemed to be away a lot. 

This Friday, when Val summoned Owen to the lobby, he found Ms Halliday waiting.  So Ms Halliday wanted a turn too.  She was laughing with Val over the paperwork.   Val took the clipboard from Ms Halliday saying, “So he’s all signed out and into your care.   Have a nice weekend Ms Halliday.”

“Oh, I shall,” said the HR executive whom Owen had admired since his first interview.  “He was my recruitment selection so I think I deserve a weekend with our lovely Office Sissy.”   She paused for a moment detecting a wistful look in the receptionist.   “As you know Val, out of hours bookings are normally reserved for senior management but, if you’d like, I could make an exception for you.   I know you and Owen started at Lumina together.  Perhaps if you’d like a Friday night….?”

“Oh Ms Halliday, that would be amazing.  My boyfriend’s away next weekend.   I’d love to have someone to go clubbing with.  Owen would be perfect.”

“Would you like that Owen?” Ms Halliday asked Owen who’d suddenly gone shy, his buttocks tightening on his XL.  He couldn’t believe that Val would want to go out with him.  He wondered whether Val had toys like the execs or whether he’d need to ask Mrs Ericsson if he could borrow hers for an evening.   Or would that be inappropriate?

“Yes,” Ms Halliday.   Owen didn’t dare look Val in the eye.  It would be interesting to see whether she was like the girls in the Secretarial Pool and members of Lumina management.   He really did need to file a report to Ms Bramley but things did keep getting on top of him.

“That’s good,” said Ms Halliday.   “Now come along Owen, I’ve got a staff car outside waiting to take me to my little place in the Cotswolds.   I’ve got a lot of dictation for you when we’re settled in the back seats.   I know you won’t be able to wear a seat belt but the driver has adapted a baby harness to keep you firmly in place.”

“Thank you, Ms Halliday,” he said, following meekly.

“Bye, Owen,” Val called after him as they headed for the doors.  “Have a nice weekend.  Keep those lips moist for me.”

Back home, Owen’s mother was concerned that he was working too hard.   It was nice that his earnings at Lumina kept increasing (there were a lot of ‘special bonus’ items on his payslips that he struggled to explain) and all very well him doing overtime most evenings and going in on Saturday mornings, but now he wasn’t coming home at weekends.   According to Owen, he was needed on Executive Retreats where members of the senior team could work on strategic positioning and entry into new areas.   But her boy was looking tired.

That Saturday she got a call on the landline.   No-one called on the landline these days.  “Yes, who’s calling?” she asked.

“It’s Claudia Bramley from Bergman and Knightley.   Is that Mrs Peters?”

“Yes.”

“Is it possible to speak to Owen, please?  I was expecting him to call and he’s not been answering.”

“I’m afraid Owen’s away this weekend.   Can I ask the purpose of your call, please?  I may be able to pass him a message when he gets back on Sunday evening.”

“Sunday evening!   Doesn’t he call in?”

“Oh, he’s very busy.  He’s on some company thing or other.   The management at Lumina is so demanding.  They keep pushing him for more hours.  Pushing and pushing.”

“I quite understand.   It sounds like he’s become a very popular boy.   Anyway, please can you ask him to call me when he gets a chance.   I’d like him to come into our offices.  Please tell him to take a day’s leave on Monday.”

“But he hasn't missed a day since he’s been back at Lumina.   And he gets overtime…”

“Monday.   Please tell him.   He can call in to Lumina.   I’m sure he’ll be due some leave.” 

7. Office Politics - Checking In

For Owen, it was the situation that did it.  It had been awkward enough telephoning Pam to say he wasn’t coming in that morning.  Coming to the top floor of Bergman and Knightley was worse.  It brought it all back.  He shivered at the recollection of being summoned to see the Headmistress at school.   He’d hated waiting outside her office while his classmates could see him quivering.  He was less worried by the boys who tended to be sympathetic and recognise his plight.  It was the girls who got to him.   They’d point at him and giggle.  He didn’t feel he’d ever get over that stigma.   He cringed at the thought of standing on the carpet before the martinet awaiting his punishment for what were normally trivial uniform offences except for that time behind the bike sheds with Alex: the girls were never going to let him forget that one.  

That feeling came back with a vengeance as he waited outside Ms Bramley’s office.   He’d been here once before when history had repeated itself at B&K with Joshua.  It wasn’t that he hadn’t learned from his mistake with Alex.   He had. He wanted to try it again.

His heart sank as he was summoned to enter Ms Bramley’s office.  He knew that he’d been poor at keeping in touch with her and failing to report.   He had to atone.  He didn’t wait for instruction.  He crossed the floor and knelt before her.  It wasn’t a time for prayer, it was the time for action. Better to take the initiative he thought as he pushed her skirt aside, hoping she wouldn't consider it an impertinence.  It helped that she parted her knees welcomingly.  Some things hadn’t changed. Owen obviously hadn’t disgraced himself too much.  She was ready for the debrief.  He set about his task, eager to show how his skills had developed after three months of intensive effort at Lumina.  

He was glad that he’d decided to tuck when he was dressing for the meeting.  It seemed appropriate given his report.   His confidence was helped by knowing that there’d be nothing embarrassing to disrupt the smooth lines of his skirt: he wanted to look the perfect PA.   He felt sure he’d never want a PA although Ms Bramley might want to check.

A tight tuck and his panties would also help to hide his XL.   Would Ms Bramley notice that an M was no longer sufficient.   He was now wearing his XL all the time.  Last weekend Ms Halliday had wanted to show him that she felt neglected.   If this continued, he was going to have to get an XXL or maybe even an XXXL.  He wondered whether he’d still be tight enough for any future boyfriend?  Boyfriend?  As if that was ever going to happen when he was working these hours.   

Owen had lost count by the time Ms Bramley commanded him to stop.  He tried to ignore the moistness gathering in his latex panties, staying resolutely focused on Ms Bramley’s delicious secretions.  He was tired and his neck was beginning to ache.  At least Ms Bramley’s desires seemed sated for now and that he’d proved he was still a well-trained B&K Boy.   All her special lessons had been worthwhile.

“So Owen, I note that your technique has come on a lot but it’s changed: you’re using much more tongue and less lips and mouth.   Very good.   But you’ve been falling down on your other duties: you owe me a report.   Have you found out why we’ve lost Lumina as a customer?”

Owen stood up. His face was dripping but he resisted trying to wipe it.  He felt a cool trickle escape his panties and run down his right leg prompting him to draw his legs together and stand as if to attention.   Once more he felt like the little boy trying to explain himself to the Headmistress.   “It’s why my technique has changed, Ms Bramley,” he blurted, his nervousness causing him to forget his prepared speech.

“Sorry?   Explain yourself.”

“I needed to keep my lips closed to preserve my teeth.”

“What?” demanded a perplexed Claudia Bramley.

“My teeth.   I don’t want to chip my teeth.   The executives don't mind, in fact they like it.”

“I’m sure they do but what’s that got to do with anything?  I want to know why they’re not buying Bergman and Knightley.   At B&K we’ve made sure our recent collections focus on the female executive.   We’ve got power suits.   Jackets with padded shoulders: very 1980s, except with leather pants or PVC pants.  Tight latex panties that show NVP under tight pants or leggings.  The executives at Lumina ought to love it.”

“But that’s the problem, Ms Bramley.  The executives don’t want tight pants.   In fact, many of the staff don’t either.   It’s why they wear skirts or loose cloth trousers rather than tight pants.”

“Why ever?”

“Because of their labia, Ms Bramley.”

“Their labia?!”

“Yes, their labia.   And clits too, in some cases.”

“Clits?!   We’ve all got clits!”

“Yes, but not pierced ones,” said an embarrassed Owen.   Despite his recent intimacy with Ms Bramley, Owen still felt uncomfortable talking about private matters.   Was that why he’d avoided making this report for so long?

“Pierced?”

“Yes, pierced.”

“Well, quite a few of the ladies at B&K have piercings.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  In fact, it’s quite the thing especially with some of our younger staff.  Tits and clits mostly, I admit, but I don’t see that’s a problem.  A little clit ring can be quite attractive.  I considered getting one myself a while back.   My mistress at the time was quite taken with the idea of having me on a lead.”  Owen blushed.   He’d never thought of Ms Bramley as someone who might have a mistress.  Still, he guessed, even Ms Bramley must have started somewhere.  

“But these aren't little.   These are large.  With tags attached.”

“Tags?”

“Yes, tags, like identity tags or ownership tags.  Some even have padlocks.”

“I can guess what they’re used for.  Labia, I assume?”

“Yes, Ms Bramley.   Although there’s sometimes even a padlock on a clit just to make life difficult,” Owen sighed, “but that’s just on the juniors.”

“And these tags, do they say anything?  I hope you looked.”

“I did, although it was difficult in the dark.   The Execs’ tags all seemed to be engraved ‘TS’.  But that made no sense since none of them are trans.”

“I see.”   Ms Bramley sucked on her pen.   Owen wished she hadn't done that.   It only made things worse with his tautening tuck.   “And the junior staff?”

“That’s the strange thing.   Most are ‘TS’ too, but a few have ‘DI’, and no way are they Detective Inspectors.   They were the ones with the padlocks.”

“Oh shit!   Shit!  Shit!  Shit!”

“Is something wrong, Ms Bramley?” asked Owen.

“Yes.  Too bloody right something’s wrong.   It means we’re in the middle of another battle between The Sisterhood and The Dark Institute.   I thought those days were gone.   Tattoos are obviously no longer enough for them.  Now it’s tagging and enforced or voluntary chastity.   Or at least one type of chastity.  The Dark Institute has always wanted control of their members.”

“I did wonder.”

“The Dark Institute expect a willingness and readiness in their juniors if they have no male trainees.  I guess this way they can guarantee control, unless The Sisterhood has got there first.”

“But who are The Dark Institute or The Sisterhood?”

“There’s no need for you to worry your pretty, little head about that.   Looks like we’re going to have to switch our focus to skirts and dresses rather than pants suits for customers like Lumina.   We may even have to offer B&K Boys with the appropriate additions.  I assume you’ve not been given any metalwork?”

“No, Ms Bramley.   Definitely not.”

“Ah well, a Prince Albert can look quite sweet on a boy, especially when they’re no longer using their thing.  A PA for a PA.   I’ll do a check later when I reward you with some deskwork for a job well done.   But first I want to brief you about your next assignment.  You might as well get back down on your knees for this.  I find it strange looking at you with my pussy juices all over your face.”   As Owen knelt, Ms Bramley started, “I think some free samples might be a way to get Lumina back as customers.   You can take those in with you.  We’ll call it a perk of you being a B&K Boy.   Then, I’m afraid we’re going to need you to resign by the end of the week……”

Owen was thunderstruck.   He wasn’t going to get his night out with Val. “Bu….”, he opened his mouth to protest but Ms Bramley was prepared and pulled his head forward and ground his face against her.   

“Based on your performance, I’ve decided to take you on as a full-time B&K Boy. You’ll start next week.”

“Bu….,” again his nose penetrated her lower cleavage. 

“Don’t worry about your contract.   I’ll get the lawyers to sort things out with Lumina.   I’m setting up a Special Operations Unit.   You’ll report directly to me.  I have some assignments that will suit a boy with your talents.    In a few minutes, I’ll check how you’ve progressed in another area or whether I need you to have more sessions with Geoffrey before we send you out again.”

8. Office Politics: Checking Out 

 “Well thank you, Owen, that is most kind,” said Mrs Sandborg placing the package beneath her desk.   “You really will make the most perfect ambassador for Bergman and Knightley.”

Owen relaxed and leaned into the moment: “Well, Lumina did send me to B&K for training.”  He felt more self-assured after his meeting with Ms Bramley.  He’d only been in the CEO’s office a few times, roughly the same number that she’d been into him.  This was likely to be the last visit.  Pam and Ms Halliday had said that Mrs Sandborg wanted to do an exit interview.  It was pointless getting nervous.  Even so, he’d put in his new XXL in readiness just in case she carried out her earlier threat.   “I hope I’ve been a credit to both Bergman and Knightley and Lumina Cosmetics.”

“You have young man.  Ms Halliday tells me you’re leaving us. It’s such a shame.  Is there nothing we can do to convince you to stay?   A raise, perhaps?”

“No, Mrs Sandborg.” 

“What about a promotion?  We could promote you to the Executive Pool and make more exclusive use of your unique talents: a useless PA but a perfectly wonderful Sissy.   Status does matter.  Would you like that?”

“It would be nice, but no.  And I like the girls in the Secretarial Pool.  I feel it would be unfair on them.   I’d prefer to be one of the girls.”

“But you’re a Sissy, Owen.”

“I know,” he said ruefully.

“A very pretty sissy, but still a Sissy.  We shall miss you.  I’ve instructed HR that we must go back to having an Office Sissy from Bergman and Knightley.   We thought the quality had gone down in recent years but dispensing with the role now seems like a foolish cost-cutting measure.   You’ve proved the value to us of having a proper B&K Boy.   You can’t beat a good sissy.   Well you can, that’s part of their charm.   B&K seem to have got their training back on track.   I’ve even recommended Bergman and Knightley to The Sisterhood: it would be far simpler for them to renew their sissy stock by working with Bergmans.”

“That would be good.   I’m sure Ms Bramley and B&K management will be pleased.   And I do hope you enjoy wearing your new B&K latex skirt.  It’s a sample from Bergman’s latest JaneStyle range.  It’s designed by Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones in collaboration with B&K’s creative director Andy Latex.”

“Jane Fullerton-Jones?  I recognise that name.  I think she’s worked with The Sisterhood before.   Andy Latex too.   I’ll definitely look forward to wearing her design.   She’ll understand the needs of a modern woman.”

“Definitely, Mrs Sandborg.   She designs with the woman …. and the sissy in mind.   She really thinks about access requirements.   I’m sure Mr Sandborg will like it too.”

“Mr Sandborg does what he’s told.   If it’s as good as you say, I may be buying more items from the collection.  I think latex does look better when trying to impress a client.  I think we need to get out reps back into latex.   And if the reps are going to wear it, so should management.  We need to establish a consistent house-style.   You’ve been good for us, Owen.   You’ve reminded me of what makes Lumina special.”

“Thank you, Mrs Sandborg.”

“But before you get too complacent may I remind you that you’re still working for Lumina until the end of the week.  It’s time for you to attend to my needs.  I have a short gap before my next meeting.   I’m only in Ponte di Roma today rather than latex so I need you to take special care.   When you’re done, and it’ll be me who tells you when you’re done, Lick and blow dry, Sissy boy, and don’t stain my skirt.”

   

“Yes, Mrs Sandborg.”