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  Wednesday this week brings us a stunning new piece of fiction by our dear Skinnie Stallion, I won't give anything away but when you get to it you will love love love it.

First a image hot off my news feed, Blog Legend Amanda Holden treats us to another glimpse of her naughty side.

However if she were to spin that skirt round she could re-create another Holden Classic.

Now a little music, with an Adventure straight from  the pages of Andy Latex in the 25th Century.

Oh and it also features the legendary Jean Bardot.

Next a quick visit from a blog Favourite Lizzie Cundy, striking a slick figure in leather and boots.

Now four items from Aunt Jane's wardrobe, to which we have exclusive access.You may even spot some of the details taken over into the art.

And now, the main feature

Day Care - In the Pink

 Day Care with S-Club Juniors 

By Skinnie Stallion

Jane hated when Andy was sulky.  At least it had only been a short journey.  Jane applied the handbrake

and waited.  Eventually Andy broke the silence, “Do I really have to do this, Auntie?”

“Yes, honey.  I agreed with Mistress Strictly that you would.”

“But I don’t want to lose my Saturday with you.  We have so little time together.”

“I know, but Mistress Strictly said you’d be taken good care of while I have one of my instruction days at Knightley Towers.  We both have to work during the week, and I know our weekends are precious, but I need to go to Knightley Towers today.  We can still Netflix and Chill tonight.”

“Can’t I come to Knightley Towers?  I’ve been before.”

“I know honey, but not today.  It’s a special day for newer members, not their trainees.  I’m sure you’ll like it here and they’ll take good care of you.  Mistress Strictly said it’s just a Saturday Club.”

“Well, if it’s a Saturday Club, why can’t they hold it in the grounds of Knightley Towers?  They’ve got enough buildings on the estate.”

“You know they have visitors to the estate and the house.  You had to sign that NDA when you had your maid training there, and you’ve still not been able to tell me what happened or who you saw.”

“Yes, Auntie.  They were very clear about that.  It was a legal contract.   So, is this another of their buildings?”

“I guess so.  It’s only five miles from Knightley Towers so I guess it must be a convenient drop-off for members.”

“But a Saturday Club, Auntie!   I’ve never been to a Saturday Club.”

“Really?  I used to go to Saturday morning pictures when I was young.  I’m sure it’ll be like that.”

“But Auntie,” moaned Andy, “I can watch movies at home.   And it’s not just the morning, it’s all day.  And Auntie, no-one calls it the ‘pictures’ these days.”

“Less of your cheek young man.  It’s just a Saturday Club, although Mistress Strictly called it ‘S-Club’.  I know  you like S-Club 7?”

“I did, Auntie.  But they stopped ages ago.”

“It didn’t seem to stop you bopping along to ‘Reach’ or ‘Don’t Stop Movin’’ last Saturday.”

“I was just trying to keep up with you, Auntie.  And we don’t say ‘bop’ these days either.”

“Thank you, Andrew.  Enough!”

“So, I’m going to S-Club?”

“Sort of.  Mistress Strictly actually called it ‘S Club Juniors’.”

“What sort of age, are we talking about?  I don’t want to be with kids!” he exclaimed although his mind had turned to thinking about Frankie Sandford.

“I don’t know.  You’ll have to see.  I expect there’ll be some closer to your age.   Look you must go

now.  You’re going to make me late getting to Knightley Towers if you don’t.  If only you hadn’t insisted on going back for your gloves?”

“But I had to Auntie: they complete the outfit.  The ribbons on the cuffs match the bow in my hair”

“And the collar?”  

“I couldn’t go out without my little latex collar.  I’d feel naked without it.”  

Aunt Jane was both annoyed by being behind schedule but secretly proud of her pretty protégée.  Only a year ago, she’d have struggled to get him into a dress, now he wanted to look perfect with the perfect accessories.  Those three weeks at Knightley Towers had done wonders for him.   “We have to go, or rather you have to go, and I have to get to Knightley Towers.  Now be good,” said Aunt Jane as Andy finally started to get out of the car, “it’s only for today.”

“Yes, Auntie,” said Andy glumly.

 “And don’t forget Bill.  I put him on the back seat.”   Jane followed him out of the car and handed him a large fluffy teddy bear.  She took his hand, leading him towards the front door.  She could feel him shaking: her lovely boy was quivering with nerves.  “Don’t worry, darling.  Everything will be OK.  I’m sure you’ll like a day with S Club Juniors.”

“Yes, Auntie, I know.”

“And Andrew …” Jane said as she rang the bell.

“Yes, Auntie?”  Jane rarely used his name except in special circumstances.

“Make sure you keep Billy close,” she said as she rang the bell to the mansion whose drive they’d been parked on for the last ten minutes.

“Yes Auntie,” agreed Andy.  He felt so proud of his Auntie, her brown latex jacket revealing just a hint of cleavage.  Why couldn’t he be with her today and every day?

The door was opened by a formidable dark-haired lady in a practical white blouse and black skirt

“Hello, Lady Jane,” she said, “we’ve been expecting you and Andy.   I’m Mistress Mistress.  I look after S Club Juniors”.  Andy was pleased to see the lady was pairing a pair of 4” black So Kate Loubous: practical but pretty.  

“Hello Mistress,” said Jane.  “I’m afraid Andy wanted to go back for his teddy.  And it’s just Jane.”

“Oh, I think Lady Jane is much more becoming.  I love your latex jacket.  And your latex jodhpurs and dagger heel knee boots look fabulous.”

“Thank you, Mistress Mistress.  That’s a rather unusual name?”  

“It helps the younger girls to remember how to address me.  This way they can’t get it wrong, and it gets them into the habit.   I know it sounds old-fashioned, but repetition can still be very helpful when training our younger members.  And this must be Andy.”  

“Yes, this is Andy.  Say hello, Andrew.”

“Hello Mistress,” mumbled Andy.  Jane gave him a slight tap with the gold capped pointed toe of her boot.  “Hello, Mistress Mistress,” he said standing straighter and remembering his training.

“Go on in Andy.   I like your bear.”

“It’s my Bill the Bear,” said Andy holding his teddy by its ear.  

“Was it your idea for him to bring his teddy, Lady Jane?”

“Yes, I wanted him to have something to play with in case he didn’t fit in.  He likes to cuddle it.  He loves his Willy.”

“I’m sure he does.  He looks so sweet.  But don’t worry, he’ll have plenty to occupy him today.  Please go through Andy.  The girls are all here and waiting.  They’re all in their uniforms but don’t worry that you’re not.”

“Bye, Auntie.  Bye, bye,” said Andy dolefully.

“Goodbye Andrew.  I’ll be back at five.”

As Andy stepped from the porch into the hall, a wave of noise hit him.   Before him was a sea of girls in their late teens and early twenties, who all seemed to have noticed him at the same time.  There were screeches of delight:

“Look, look: a princess , a princess!

“She is so beautiful.”

“She is so shiny and sparkling.”

“What’s her dress made from?”

“Don’t her stockings shine?”

“I love her shoes.”

“She’s brought her teddy.”

“It’s a pink teddy, like her dress.”

Andy bit his lip and clutched his teddy hard.  He didn’t want to lose his Willy.  But he was in awe.  In front of him was a group of some of the most amazing girls he had ever seen.  They were an eclectic mix of shapes and heights, some pretty, some plain, but all made-up to perfection.  He was particularly struck by an Afro-Caribbean girl and another couple who looked they were from somewhere in Asia.  But what almost overwhelmed him was that all the girls were definitely in uniform, similarly attired in black latex catsuits with wide PVC belts and ankle strap high heels.  They made a stunning, shiny spectacle.

Andy heard Aunt Jane say her farewells to Mistress Mistress who closed the front door and came through the hall.  She started to usher the girls towards a side room: “Silence now, Demoiselles.  Please go through to the classroom.”  Andy was surprised by the respect with which she treated the girls.  He hadn’t expected that, but they responded immediately.  There was instant hush except for the staccato click of stiletto heels on the parquet floor.  “Come along Andy.  You can bring teddy.”  She led Andy into a room laid out with individual desks.  “Take your seats, Demoiselles.”  There was a clatter and squeal of chairs.   “Before we start today, I’d like you all to welcome Andy who’ll be joining us In Day Care today.”

“Hello, Andy,” chorused the group.

“Hello, ladies,” said Andy shyly, not knowing how to address them nor  where to look across such a landscape of beauty and shiny latex.

“As you’ll see Andy is very pretty sissy.”

There were gasps from across the Day Care class: “A sissy!?”  “He’s so pretty!” “I thought he was a girl!”  “He’s so cute.”  “I wish I had a boyfriend like him.”

“Silence please, Demoiselles!   Yes, he is a sissy.  He’s being trained by one of newer members.  You can see the progress Andy has made in just two years.  Sadly, our member tried to start his training herself, but she did send him to Knightley Towers for three weeks of sissymaid training earlier in the summer.  Since then he’s come on by leaps and bounds to become the delightful confection you see before you.”

There were more admiring murmurs from the class as Mistress Mistress looked first at Andy and then surveyed the class.  “Now Demoiselles, we have a busy day ahead.  We have a lot to get through today.”  She pressed a button on a console and a wide-screen recessed in the wall behind her lit up.  As the picture formed, her eye caught something and she gave a withering look at one of her students.  “Excuse me: Chantelle, can you come to the front, please.”  A short dark-haired girl rose from behind her desk and walked to the front of the class.  “Face the class, Chantelle.”  Chantelle turned and looked at her peers.  “Demoiselles, what is wrong with Chantelle’s styling?”   A few hands shot up.  Mistress Mistress surveyed the class and was about to select one when she paused.  “No, let me ask Andy, first.  See what he remembers from his time at Knightley Towers.   Andy what do you think is wrong with Chantelle’s styling?”

Andy was jolted into life.   He hadn’t been expecting this.    He wondered what to say. He  was desperate not to say the wrong thing.  He shook his head slightly causing his large hoop-earrings to swing and tap against his finely rouged cheekbones. “Come along, Andy,” Mistress Mistress chided him, “I’m sure you know, especially after those weeks at Knightley Towers.”

Andy raised his eyes and looked at Chantelle.  He blushed as she stared back at him.   He looked her up and down.  ‘Is the answer that obvious?’ he thought to himself.  He bit his lip.  It had to be.  He collected himself and said, “Mistress Chantelle,” there was a titter from the back of the class causing him to stop but Mistress Mistress waved her hand instructing him to proceed. “Mistress Chantelle,” he continued “is wearing soft soled boots and no heels.”

“Quite correct.  And why is that a problem, Andy?”

“A Mistress should always wear heels at least four inches in height, and ideally five.”

“Yes, Andy, and why is that?”

“So that a Mistress has heightened femininity.  She should be attractive to alpha males and irresistible to betas, but also maintain a height advantage especially when sissies are present since the sissy is likely to wearing heels too.”

“And what should a shorter Mistress do in these circumstances.”

“Mistresses should wear a platform sole to provide an additional one or two inches allowing an increase in their heel height to six, seven or even eight inches without causing excessive strain to their calves or ankles.”

“Perfect.   A model answer.  And what about Chantelle’s boots?”

Andy looked down again at Chantelle’s Doc Marten’s.  She’d embellished her pair of knee-high Bex with glittering silver laces.   “They look really pretty.”  Chantelle’s grimace turned to a smile.  Andy smiled back.

“No that’s not the answer I was looking for.  Demoiselles, what is the answer?”  A hand shot up.   “Yes, Emma.”

“Flat soled boots can be worn in dungeons.  They are practical to wear on stone flagged floors or when ball kicking is required,” said a cute looking girl with a little pixie bob.

“Excellent answer, Emma.”   The girl beamed.   You must have been reading ahead since we will only address dungeons and dungeon wear in Year 2, or if you decide to take the starter course in BDSM as an elective for this year.”  Several girls turned and looked at Emma.  Andy thought she was probably the class swot.  “Chantelle, you may go back to your desk.   As Emma has told us, your boots may be acceptable on certain future occasions and no doubt comfortable over a long day, but while you are an S Club Junior, please wear your regulation heels.”

“Yes, Mistress Mistress,” said a relieved looking Chantelle who glowered at Emma as she walked back.  

“Now Demoiselles, a quick reminder of where we are up to in the Syllabus for your Foundation Module.”  Mistress pressed a button on the console and the picture changed.

While the Mistress talked, Andy looked at the screen with interest.  This clearly wasn’t normal ‘Day Care’.   A twenty week training course and this was just called a Foundation Module.   He couldn’t believe what he was reading.  This wasn’t a Day Care centre to look after the children or charges of members of The Sisterhood.  This was a training centre for new members or younger ladies who hoped to become members.   No wonder Auntie had so much catching-up to do if she’d only been invited to join The Sisterhood in the last year.

“We’re now on Week 8 and will be covering Restraint.   I hope you find seeing Andy, a useful refresher of Week 7.  It’s a shame Andy couldn’t join us last week since I think he embodies everything we were trying to cover.  He’s even taken us a bit ahead since you’ll see in Andy many of the features we’ll be covering in Week 13.   Anyway, we’re just fortunate to have him with us today.   So, what are we going to be covering this week?” her hand touched the console again.

“Restraint.   You’ll see we have a busy day ahead, although we will have some breaks as we go through.   We obviously have the great advantage of having Andy with us and we’ll be able to use him as a demonstrator.”  She turned to Andy, “You won’t mind that, will you honey?  Your Auntie said you’d be quite happy.  She was very positive about your participation.”

“Er, no,” replied Andy who was starting to become frightened about the day ahead.

“Good.   There’s no need to worry, dear: the Demoiselles will be quite gentle with you.  It makes the

classes so much more realistic if they have someone to practise on.  Before we get started Demoiselles, I just need to give you a little warning.   Andy’s Mistress has advised that he is not wearing any of the devices that we talked about last week and which we’ll cover in more detail next.  This shouldn’t be a problem this morning, but we will have Andy stripped off this afternoon.  So please expect some reactions from Andy today, both morning and afternoon.  If they occur, they will be perfectly natural and nothing to be concerned about.  You’ll see how a healthy sissy responds to the presence and attentions of a Mistress.   Latex gloves will be available.”

Andy gulped.  It was going to be a long day.   He hoped he wasn’t going to disgrace himself before these young ladies, but they did look very nice.  He was glad he was well tucked - at least for the time being.  But a Vac Bed!   He’d always wanted to try to a Vac Bed.

 

It was nearly six o’clock when the doors of the Day Care centre opened and girls started to spill out on to the drive.  Jane had been parked near the front for some time.   She had kept herself occupied by patching the recording on the secure server at Fullerton Hall through to the big screen on the central console of the Tesla.  She went back to the start: it was still recording since she’d initiated it that morning as soon as she’d dropped Andy.   It spluttered into life: a shaky shot of the hallway and, “Silence now, Demoiselles.  Please go through to the classroom.  Clicky noises and clatter.   Come along Andy.  You can bring teddy. More clicks and clatter.” The picture swung violently and lurched forward into an adjacent room.  "Take your seats, Demoiselles. The squeal of chairs.   Before we start today, I’d like you all to welcome Andy who’ll be joining us In Day Care today…..”  The juddery image on the screen of a floor shifted to a steadier picture of Mistress Mistress addressing a class.  Andy had clearly stopped dragging Willy by the ear and had picked him up and was holding him in his arms.  “Hello Andy.”  She flipped from the camera in Willy’s right eye to the one embedded in his left paw.   Now she was looking at classroom full of latex clad young mistresses.   Very nice.  “Hello ladies,” she heard her pretty nephew say.

There were queues of cars waiting to pick-up the girls, but they stood around the entrance as if waiting for something.  Jane got out to see what was happening and to collect Andy.  Mistress Mistress came out.  “How is Andy?” blurted Jane.   “Was he good?”   And then, “And where is Andy?” before Mistress Mistress had any  chance to reply to any of her earlier questions.

“Lady Jane, Andy is fine.   He was very good and the Demoiselles really appreciated having him join us today.”

“But where is he?”

“He’ll be brought out shortly.  The girls just wanted to give you a little gift as a token of their appreciation.  I’ve asked a couple of our security guards to bring it out.”  The girls started to mill closer round the entrance.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done,” said Jane turning to address the assembled throng.

“Lady Jane, I’m sure you’ll want this gift,” said Mistress Mistress.

The front door opened again and two burly ladies clad in leather trousers, jackets and shiny peak caps emerged gripping an arched handle supporting a board on which was mounted a black shiny object that Jane took initially to be an enormous dark glazed suckling pig with a little, black curly tail.  The rear was shapely and it had been well trussed.  “I’m afraid the girls got a little carried away during their final practical,” said Mistress Mistress.  “It’s why we’ve overrun.  Do you like cherries, Lady Jane?”

“Yes.”

“And chocolate sauce?”

“Yes.”

“Cherries and chocolate sauce?”

“Well, it’s not a combination I’d normally choose.   Maybe some kirsch and a little cream, or almond macaroons would go better.  Or stuffed in a roast duck to create a lovely, sweet sauce.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.  The Demoiselles chose cherries with chocolate sauce.”

“In a suckling pig?   That would be an unusual combination.   I know Mexican cooking can include chocolate in savoury dishes to offset the spiciness.”

Oh, I’m sure you’ll find this very savoury and very tasty.  Can you open your car boot for the guards, please?”   Jane flipped her remote fob and the lid to the trunk lifted.   The guards passed between her and Mistress Mistress.   Jane swivelled as they passed and looked down at the shiny gift.  The face of the animal was now looking back at her.  Although it wore a black latex gimp hood with piggy ears, and had a large ball gag in its mouth, Jane would recognise the eyes anywhere.  Staring at her with pleading, tear-filled eyes was her nephew.  He was bent forward, tightly wrapped in black cling-film, his arms bent backwards and bound with electrostatic tape.  More tape was wound round his body keeping him kneeling and securely trussed.  “Doesn’t he look a pretty piggy, Lady Jane?” said Mistress Mistress handing her a small carrier bag.

“What’s this, and what have you done to Andy?”

“The bag?  Just his clothes and his shoes.   And Andy?   Our final session of the day was on Wrapping: he’s been trussed and stuffed.   The Demoiselles hope you’ll enjoy your dessert when you get home this evening.”   There were cheers and applause from the young Mistresses.  

The guards put the platter into the deep trunk of the Tesla and closed it.  “And Lady Jane…”

“Yes?”

“Here’s his teddy.”  She handed Bill the Bear to Jane, except Bill had been blindfolded and was wearing a latex sock over his left foot.   “It was silly putting cameras in his teddy.  Our scanners detected them immediately.  Enjoy your recording - what’s left of it.”

“Oh!”

“And Lady Jane ….”

“Yes?”

“We will expect to see Andy next week and all the following weeks of this module following your misdemeanour.”

“Understood,” said Lady Jane grudgingly.

“And Lady Jane….”

“Yes?”

“I wouldn’t linger too long on your journey home, or before you enjoy your dessert.  I made sure the Demoiselles used dark chocolate in their sauce.   Dark chocolate with ginger.”

“Yes?”

“Dark chocolate with raw ginger.  Balls of raw ginger to accompany the cherries.”

“Oh!”

“Don't worry, his tail is attached to a two inch plug and there’s extra wrapping round his bottom so he can’t push it out and nothing can escape. He won’t make a mess inside your pristine Tesla.   But I think your sissy is going to want you to finish your dessert quickly and have it with a lot of cream when you get home.   Enjoy your evening.  Andy’s going to be very willing tonight.”

Jane turned and started to run towards the Tesla.  The girls began applauding amid waves of laughter.  “Come back soon, Andy!” they called.   Jane had to get Andy home.  She wanted to get her own back on Mistress Mistress.  But how?   Jane stopped.   She would show her superiority.  She began a slow, sedate walk to her car.  She wouldn’t rush.   Andy could stay in the dark boot of the Tesla.  

Jane was already planning the evening ahead.  She’d stop at the late shop in the village to get some cans of squirty cream.  She’d remove Bill the Bear’s blindfold and sock and put him on charge, and bring a full length mirror through to the kitchen.  Then she’d get her gardener to put Andy on the kitchen table while she prepared dinner.   If she was going to have cherries, she wanted them nice and warm, and she’d enjoy watching Andy’s eyes water while he waited.  She’d put a can of cream on the counter-top in front of him to tantalise and tease while the ginger raged inside him.  She’d put the other cans to cool in the fridge.   She thought with pleasure about how hot and sticky her perspiring little piggy would get inside his wrapping.  

She’d sit down at the table and he could watch her eat her main course.  Before she began her dessert, she’d fetch her harness from her bedside table and maybe she’d swap his ball gag for something he’d prefer to suck on when she removed his tail.  She’d better wear a latex apron in case there was any splashing and have a large bowl ready in case of an eruption.  And then there would be cherries with ginger and chocolate sauce to enjoy.    There’d be no need to unwrap him.   It would be easier to fill him with soothing cream while he was still trussed.  Then all she’d need to do was position the mirror so that Andy could watch, turn on Bill the Bear to start the recording, take off her apron, put on her harness, get the cans of cold cream from the fridge, and climb on to the kitchen table.   There might be no Netflix tonight, but her little piggy was definitely going to get very Chilled.