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Wednesday 16 June 2021

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Hi Everyone
  I am gonna kick off with the meat of this Wednesday round up, Chapter 8 of Mistress Leather Beths wonderfully complex, spy, sissy, espionage story. I have also included a different version of Jane from the last post, this one just has her mobile tightly squeezed into those pants. (Lucky phone I here you say).
 We also have a few little face app clips and a few other treats. YouTube discoveries.

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Again I apologise for my slow  Email response, I will get to you all as soon as life allows
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Aunt Jane at the Cricket match


The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion 
By Mistress LeatherBeth
Chapter 8

“Lyisten, yeffrybdy. Lyisten to me veh cyefully. Kropotkin is not heppy man, and your prytty fryend is my hostyge. Do exactly ess I say!” shouted Yevgeny.
What he would have said next (beyond “I want vodka!”) is a moot point, for although Andy had frozen for a split second, he had immediately realised that his captor was unarmed. If Yevgeny had had a weapon, he would have produced it first, before grabbing Andy. But now, with one hand holding Andy’s wrist behind his back and the other forearm across Andy’s throat, he’d actually weakened his position.
Add to that the fact that it was Andy who was armed, and not afraid to make it count.
Kerry heard the noise at the front of the Pavilion as he came out of the toilet, and he saw Andy move swiftly to drive the heel of the Fernando Berlin 318 through the soft upper of Yevgeny’s loafer and into his right instep. Yevgeny howled, and judges would have marked the pirouette he performed equally alongside that of Mayfield the previous evening for style, difficulty and artistic integrity.
But worse was to come for poor Yevgeny. Kerry had advanced the intervening few metres from the toilet door, during which time he’d removed his shoes, holding them by the rear straps. As Yevgeny released Andy and hopped around in agony, Kerry has swung the left shoe, the platform catching the Russian with a loud crack across the side of the head. His momentum reversed, his jaw was perfectly aligned to receive the full power of Kerry’s right platform, meeting his chin from the opposite direction. Left cross, right hook. The old 1-2. Yevgeny, his eyes already focussing somewhere in the mid Atlantic, folded to the floor.
This action took place between overs. Will looked up from his mid pitch chat with Budgie and took in Andy’s predicament. But by the time he’d sprinted over and taken the Pavilion steps three at a time, Yevgeny was already unconscious. Will folded Andy into his arms, expecting him to be distraught, but no. Andy’s eyes were sparkling, and he seemed to be buzzing with excitement.
Kerry, after checking that the shoes which everyone had been complimenting all day hadn’t taken any damage, made to drag Yevgeny away, at which point Rufus stepped forward, scooped up the body, flung it over his shoulder and enquired where it should be detained.
Suddenly Izzy was in their midst, looking very unlike Magdelena in skinny jeans and tshirt. She produced a large key ring and unlocked a door next to the toilets, a small storeroom. “I’ll make temporary arrangements for this gentleman, everyone just get off and enjoy the game,” she instructed, and as she was chair of the Village Hall committee (as well as by her authority as Magdalena), people swiftly dispersed.
“Will, please. Just go and get that century. I’m feeling fine. Better than fine, I’m feeling wonderful. And Alice has sorted out some kit for me, so I need to get changed.”
“Are you sure?” asked Will.
Andy’s eyelashes fluttered, but there was no arguing when he pointed Will back to the middle.
Andy waved across to Alice, and they went inside.
Olga swore. “Говно на палке! (Shit on a stick!). Maybe I should have gone ahead and just eliminated Kropotkin. What a пенисаголовка (dickhead).”
Extravagant secrecy seemed pointless now. She placed the powerful FSB binoculars on the passenger seat, stepped out of the Audi and strode across to the seats previously occupied by TB12, Haskins and co.




Mayfield’s foot was improving all the time but, as they had reached the far side of the ground, adjacent to The Grange Paddock, he and Jane were among the last to assemble at the Pavilion. To begin with, Jane was distraught, and it took several people’s intervention to prevent her from seeking Andy out. Only when Will assured her that not only was Andy totally unharmed, but that it was Andy himself who had effected his own escape, and seemed to have almost enjoyed the incident, did she calm down and take a seat next to an attractive woman in a charcoal calfskin boilersuit.
“Excuse me, but the young lady who was the centre of the excitement a few moments ago. You are associated with her?”
“Yes. My nephew.” A pause.
“You must be very pleased with the manner in which your nephew dealt with the situation. Very resourceful and quick thinking.”
“Why, yes,” Jane said, and found herself adding, “people shouldn’t just go by looks, and make the mistake of underestimating Andy.”
The game had restarted, but not before Chris Mills had put in a verbal request for Derrington to be awarded a walkover, due to the delay which had taken place.
“Mills,” said George, “be a sweet child and get out of my sight.”
“Matt,” said Chris to George’s colleague, “are you going to let him talk to me like that?”
“He’s only saying what most people in Derrington think,” said Crawford. “We’ve tolerated you because we’ve kept winning the League, but enough is enough. I’m tabling a vote of no confidence at the next Committee meeting. We hope to invite Janet Fisher to take over. She was quite successful at her previous club in Cheshire. But you’d still be welcome to try out for a place in the team.”
Dear reader, I leave it to you to picture Chris Mills’ reaction. Five minutes later he was driving out of the village. The scorecard for the Derrington innings would show:
C. Mills absent hurt (no, really hurt; close to tears, even) 0

“How’s your ankle? I must admit that even the thought of ballet boots would scare me.” said Andy. Alice gave a rueful smile. “I’ll be fine in a couple of days. I don’t think I’ll bother with them again. I got into the latex bondage scene at Uni, before I switched my course to Theology, but the boots were never a favourite element. Anyway, I only indulge myself a couple of times a year these days, whereas you’re a girl 24/7. I must admit that you and your aunt have done an amazing job. And Will obviously adores you.”
“No more than I love him,” smiled Andy.
Alice had found Andy a white shirt and cream trousers, both of which fitted well enough, but the only footwear available was a spare pair of trainers, and this gave him a bit of a problem. He hadn’t worn anything lower than a 4” heel for months, and it took several minutes to get used to anything flat.
Just at that moment the dressing room door was flung open and Chloe rushed in.
“Quick, you two. Will’s on 98.”
Although still tottering a little from the ridiculously low heels, Andy was first through the door.

As they reached the front of the Pavilion, the penultimate over was just ending.
Will had taken a single to bring him to 99, but the final over would begin with Budgie on strike.
If this were a work of fiction, the climax would be dragged out until the last ball, but as it’s a historical transcript, containing the unvarnished, factual truth, I must tell you that, after Budgie nudged the first ball of the over for a quick single into the offside, Will finished off 4-6-4-4-6, leaving him 123 not out at the end of the innings, out of a total of 257-8, with Budgie 7 not out.

Will was in danger of being mobbed as the teams left the field for the tea interval, and it was with difficulty that he and Kat persuaded people to disperse, reminding them that it was only half time. The crowd dispersed and the teams made their way indoors for tea.
As umpires, George and Matt Crawford were the last to reach the Pavilion. George noticed Kerry by the door, gesturing towards the woman chatting with Jane.
“Excuse me, Matt,” he said, “I think my PA wants a word.”
“Sir,” he said, as George drew alongside, “I believe that to be Жosimova.”
“Mmm,” said George, “Not quite the circumstances I’d have chosen, but we’ll have to do the best we can. What was the excitement earlier?”
“Yevgeny, sir. He seems to have been in the village all along. We can worry about him later, if necessary. He’s currently locked in a storeroom.”
“Good. At least he won’t be able to interfere with our discussions with our friend the Colonel. But we’d better make a start. The tea interval doesn’t last for ever.”
“Mrs C. has opened the Committee Room and had refreshments sent through,” said Kerry.
“Excellent,” said George, then he had an idea.
“Matt!” he called, just as his fellow umpire was about to turn into the tea room, “Can I have a quick word?”
Jane and Olga had been getting on like взрыв на скотобойне (‘an explosion in an abattoir’, equivalent to ‘a house on fire’). They’d bonded over a mutual admiration for William Wilde and taken it from there. However, when Olga saw George mounting the steps she’d excused herself and made to intercept him.
“Mr. Cooper,” she said, “so good to meet you at last.”
“Colonel Жosimova. I believe we have business to discuss.”
“Olga Dmitrovna, please. And I shall call you George.”
George was somewhat confused. This was hardly the attitude he’d expected from a hard-bitten Executive Officer of the FSB but, not wanting to give away any advantage, he simply replied, “Of Course. I have a room prepared, if you’ll just step this way.” He had no idea exactly how hard bitten she was, but that was a secret between Olga and Tatiana. Olga excused herself and went to the Audi to collect a laptop bag and a document folder, then followed George and Kerry into the Committee Room.

To be continued
2 more Chapters to go, so stay tuned.





Now Three silly fun things, that blew me away when i tried them, One might be a little odd but heck they are fun








The other day Lebanese Singer and Blog fave, did an online concert and the trailer featured her in one or two Latex outfits, As it was a subscription thing there was no way of copying the concert, but luckily YouTube has come to the rescue.
By the way not sure about the footwear or the choreography



A few weeks ago I featured some wonderful heels from AngelShiny on instagram, well I though I would send you some more, plus a little extra clip.
 

What a sweet colour these are, love them.






                                                             A darker even sexier pink


                                           Love a nice nude shoe, but these boots are gorgeous

14 comments:

  1. Hi Andy, I just know that I'm going to have Andy singing Barbie in my head all day, they really are fun clips but I wonder if Jane, in her sexy hot-pants, was dancing to any of them?
    Think I would choose the nude boot too.
    Have a lovely day, Hugs xxx

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    1. Yep, I've had Andy singing in my head since seeing his video, but now he's morphing into Betty Boop towards the end of his song. Do, do. DE do.
      xxx

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    2. He he he a naughty ear worm what fun.
      Thank you so much , I am delighted you enjoyed these fun bits and bobs
      Boo bop be do
      Xx

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  2. Double wow! Another superb Chapter from Mistress LeatherBeth and a superb assemblage of clips (including some old favourites) though the treat of Barbie Girl was a splendid new addition.
    Your S xxxx

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    1. Thank you my dear S, so glad you liked them
      Xxx

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  3. Andy singing 'Barbie Girl' is just perfect, you've excelled yourself again! Just as M.S.H. wrote, that's going to to be going around my head for the rest of the day.
    I love the pink spikey shoes too, and you can never have too much pink latex hosiery ;)

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    1. Hi Kitka
      Thank you for the Email, yes they are the exact same colour, beautiful xx
      We are all Barbie girls and should sing out loud
      Xxx

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  4. Oh wow, you are really very good at editing Andy into some brilliant tunes. Okay, the original barbie tune is irritating, but not here.

    Sure are lovely lebanese pants, yeah the shoes and choreography, nah, but, enjoyed it anyway.

    AngelShiny pink heels and the nude boots, gosh I'll my coveting those now even more seeing them demonstrated here.

    Another riveting chapter from Mistress LeatherBeth.

    xx

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    1. Hi Aidan
      Thank you so much, I can’t take credit for the editing, that is all thanks to the app.
      Maya ans the outfit are great, but you are right about the rest Lol
      Glad you enjoyed it all
      Xxx

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  5. Really, you sissies and your pink.
    As an old fashioned leather girl I just love to see a boy show off his beautiful make up in some really tight black leather and seriously high boots.
    Of course, his boyfriend may have other ideas.

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    1. From Sweet Sissy Stevie

      Loved your comment. Seriously high boots and black leather definitely but there is a strong case for pink also

      XX

      Stevie

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    2. Any colour in the red spectrum, but black comes a close second xx

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  6. It has all been said, but I must still add my two pence. We all know what a unique talent you are, but each time I think you have reach another crest, you drop even more amazing bombs on us. The start with a reviewing of Lady Jane and her phone being kept warm to the three singing videos set another plateau. Then all the other tidbits to tantalize.

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    1. Thank you so much Lee, I am so glad to keep those kinky bombs landing.
      From Jane and her phone to a the all singing and dancing Andy , I am solely driven by everyone’s comments and fun input.
      Big hug
      Xxx

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