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A super sweet

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Hi Everyone.

  This is a piece I posted on Patreon a few weeks ago, only that one had a very unique addition, exclusive to Patreon, something a few people spotted on the wall.

  I had no dialogue for this one so offered it out to Patron friends to suggest ideas and I have added those super comments at the end.

Hope you like this

XXX

Andy

Not a Game

By

Skinnie Stallion

Jane wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. She wished he’d stop. His bottom lip was starting to tremble.   She hated it when he got like this.  She had to find the right words, otherwise she knew tears would be on their way.  She really didn’t want him to cry even though he looked so sweet when his mascara ran: it made him so delicately feminine and vulnerable. When he got like that she just wanted to pick him up and cuddle him: he was still the boy that she’d so lovingly nurtured.  Her boy.  Her pretty boy.  Her love.  But that was no consolation when he was upset, and she definitely didn’t want him having a tantrum.   Not at this time in the evening, and not when the evening had gone so well.    Until now.

Andy had been so good all evening: a real credit to her.   He may not have had much to do, but he’d done it extremely well.  All his training was in evidence.   Jane might have prepared the meal, but his service had been exemplary. When he’d arrived at the Towers that Friday afternoon, he’d immediately changed into his maid’s uniform and done his own make-up while she was cooking.   After a week living in his little flat and working in town, he was always excited to come and spend the weekend with her. It had taken many months, but he was now settled into the routine.  He loved being with her and being the person he wanted  to be.  

He laid the little circular table rather than the big dining one and positioned it by the window.  He’d put candles around the arc of the bay window to give a perfect romantic feel for dinner.   He’d stood dutifully at the back of the dining room, straight back, tall in his heels and hands clasped in front of his little apron.  At her merest nod, he’d clear plates, serve the next course, or top up glasses.  He’d even loaded the dishwasher and tidied the kitchen during coffee.   And he looked fabulous.  Not just the  perfect dutiful maid, but the perfect sissymaid.

It was a shame it had come to this after such a nice evening.  It was Mayfield’s casual, “So I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow,” as Andy was helping him into his coat before the walk back to the Vicarage that had set him off.  At least he’d maintained his composure until Mayfield had gone.  

Jane could see from the scowl on his face that something had upset her pretty nephew but was baffled why.  He’d completed clearing the dining room and cleaning the kitchen before setting the burglar alarm and going her upstairs to her bedroom to undress her.  “But Auntie, I don’t want you going out.   Not on a Saturday night,” he’d immediately protested as he lifted the short little red leather bolero jacket from her shoulders.  “Saturday nights are when we can be together.   We’ve already missed our Friday night ‘Netflix and chill’ because he was here.”

“Andrew, we can always catch-up on Netflix another time.  And please don’t refer to Mayfield as ‘he’.   Reverend Green, The Reverend or Mayfield, please.”  Jane glossed over the ‘chill’: his appetite and interests had increased a lot since his three week stay with The Sisterhood.

“Why don’t you just call him your boyfriend?” he exclaimed with a petulant, little stamp of his Louboutin on the polished wood floor, as his fingers started on the top button of her white silk blouse, its décolletage revealing her cleavage but hiding her bustier corset.   He paused and stared in her face, his hands grazing her uplifted embonpoint.  She was accustomed to him caressing her breasts when he polished her latex, but she was amazed by his effrontery and confidence: he’d come on so much since his stay at Knightley Manor.  “I thought you just liked girls,” he added slyly. 

“My tastes are my affair, young lady,” riposted Jane. Perhaps The Sisterhood was right, he did need a firmer, guiding hand.   “Now do your duty.”  

Andy began to unbutton her blouse.   “But why?” he whined.  

“Because he asked.   And it seemed like a kindness.” 

Andy knelt behind Jane and unzipped her below-the-knee black leather pencil skirt. He took her hand and steadied her as she stepped out of it.  “A kindness!  I don’t mind you having girlfriends round on Saturdays.  I don’t expect you all to myself.”

“You don’t mind!  How dare you!”  This was ridiculous.  She never argued with Andrew.  Maybe she teased him, maybe he teased her, but they never argued.  This was tantrum mode.  “You are here as my maid.  And my niece.   If you don’t like that, you leave.”

“Oh, Auntie, no!  I didn't mean it like that.” The tears were coming. 

Jane sat down and held his hand.  “Look this is not a game.  I know you like being with me.  I like being with you.  I love you, Andrew.”  She could see her nephew gulp and his bottom lip quivering.   “Maybe not always in the way you want, but I love you.”

“I love you too, Auntie.”

“I know honey.”

“I just wanted to be with you tomorrow evening.”

“But you will, darling.”

“How can I be?  You’ll be out with him.  Sorry.  You’ll be out with Mayfield.”

“But you’ll be with us, you silly goose.”  

“What!”  Jane could see his exquisitely plucked, lined and brushed  eyebrows rising in astonishment.

“Of course you’ll be with us.  How else does a double date work?”

“A double date?!”  

“Yes, a double date.  Weren’t you listening?”

“I don’t know anything about this.”   

 “But you heard Mayfield saying he’d pick us up tomorrow at seven.”

“I heard him say he’d pick you up.  Nothing about me.”

“He meant both of us.  That’s how a double date works.”

“But what ‘double date’?  I don’t know anything about this.”

“Oh, Andy!”  She rarely used the shortened form of his name.  He’d been Andrew to her since she’d first been asked by his mother to babysit for her.  He might have been thirteen at the time, but they still called it babysitting.  But it was him who’d wanted to play with her make-up; him who’d wanted to try on her high heels and totter round the lounge.  She still kept a photograph of him made-up and pretty on her bedroom wall.   He hadn’t changed.  “Don’t you listen?”

“Listen to what?”

“The double date Mayfield promised tomorrow.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And then the penny dropped.  “You must’ve been in the kitchen when Mayfield talked about it over coffee.  His cousin’s down from Edinburgh and visiting this weekend.  Mayfield suggested  we all go out together.  He thought you’d like his cousin.”

“Really!  I can come too.”

“Yes, a double date.”

“Are you sure you won’t mind Auntie?  Me going out with someone on a date.”

“Well, you don’t mind me seeing Mayfield.  Or Chantelle, or Trixie.”

Andy wrinkled his cute little nose slightly but said, “No, of course not Auntie.  But, I’ll have to go home in the morning, I’ll need something to wear.”

“No need.  You can wear one of your dresses, honey”

“Not if I’m out on a date, I can’t.”

“You will young man.  You will if you want to go out in public with me.”

“But won’t she think I’ll look stupid?”

“Why?”

“Wearing a dress.”

“But you look very pretty wearing a dress.”

“I know.  But Mayfield’s cousin may find it odd.”

“Not at all.  You’ll look wonderful.  I was thinking the little pink latex mini-dress with your nude Very Privé pumps with the five inch heel.  You’ll have time in the morning to get your nails done and the girls at the salon can do your make-up after giving you a wash and blow.  You’ll need your toes done too for the open toe.”  

“I love that dress and those heels.  Can I really wear them?”

“Yes, of course.”

“What’s Mayfield’s cousin’s name?  I hope I like her.”

“I think the Reverend said it was Joe.”

“Oh, Jo.  That’s easy to remember.  I hope we get along.”

“I’m sure you will.” 

“Great!  Can we go to bed now Auntie, please?”

“Yes, of course.”  Jane was delighted by how his mood had changed.  He was back to Friday night Andy.   “Thank you for all you’ve done this evening.   Sorry for that silly musinderstanding.  I hope you’re not too tired after all your work tonight.”

“Not yet, Auntie.  Not Yet.”

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It didn’t take long for Andy to take off his maid’s dress and clean his teeth.  He never took his make-up off on Friday night’s.  Jane loved how his fluttering false eyelashes tickled.  She made sure her lube and harness were ready beside her bed because she understood her maid’s needs.   As he settled lower down in the bed she said, “And Andy, I think it’s Joe.  Short for Joseph.”  Jane relaxed with pleasure as he continued lapping unperturbed.  But maybe he didn’t hear that too well either with her thighs clamped round his ears.  

Or maybe he had.   ‘Oh, Auntie!’ he was thinking, and he shifted his bottom upwards slightly as if anticipating future pleasures.   He might like this game.

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And now some of the super comments from patrons 

oflorenz

I love so much this frame, if I was Andy I’d be eager to help Aunt Jane to chose the right skirt to match her amazing corset for the upcoming date with Rev Mayfield (maybe a sheer pleated skirt?)

Jalterego1

As Aunt Jane is looking at Andy’s flat chest, it seems by wearing them herself in front of him, she is showing him the kind of corset and underwear he will soon be obliged to wear to uplift his growing bosom.

Lee

Is Andy ready to turn and get her outfit for the date with The Rev? Whatever it is The Reverend will be putty in her hands. Led along by her wishes. Is that such a bad thing? Andy will stay at home and putter around the house. Tidying, then checking his make-up. Has The Reverend seen him dressed thus . . and serving his Auntie with loving eyes? Baby steps.

Aidan

Gorgeous piece.

Andy been up late waiting. Andy has to always look proper so would be still at that time.

I think Jane is back from her date.  Gently filling Andy in that the her and the Rev are an item, and may be seen around the house more often.

Bob Zorl

I like the photos on the wall.

(Thanks Bob XXX)

Ballet Sissy

Jane is explaining that she is implementing a permanent new rule and that the gorgeous Andy will have to curtsey to her every time he leaves or enters a room she is in.