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   Apologies if this is a little rushed but I am running out of time to get a post up today.

   However we do have a new story from our friend Mistress Leather Beth.

   But before that, Blog Legend Amanda Holden hits the red carpet in all her shiny glory, wearing a Latex/PVC gown of high gloss vermilion red,by Lebonese designer Nicolas Jebran. 

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And now the beginning of a new story from Mistress Leather Beth

Mother and Daughter: A Prologue

Chapter One

By Mistress Leather Beth

“Mum! You there?”

“In here, Liam.”

Steph Turner was curled up on the sofa with her laptop as her son strolled through from the kitchen.

“Mum.”

“Yes, dear?”

“Erm, Mum.”

“Still here.”

“Erm, there’s something I’ve decided I ought to say.”

Steph twitched the corner of her mouth in a slight smile. “OK, kiddo. Spill.”

“Thing is,” he said, “I think it’s time for me to come out.”

“Come out?”

“Yes.”

“As gay?”

“Yes.”

A pause, then Steph said, “Liam, just remind me. How old are you? I know I was there at the time, so I should remember. But humour me.”

“Seventeen next birthday. A few weeks.” replied Liam.

“Mmm, so, this being gay. Anyone I know? Who? When? Where? How?”

“Mum, stop teasing,” said Liam, though he was smiling as he did so. Steph was one of those big sister- type mothers, and their relationship was very easy going. “I haven’t actually, y’know, done anything with a guy yet. I’m just pretty sure it’s only a matter of time. A few months, maybe less.”

Steph studied her son closely. Physically there was no denying that they were related. He had her pale fair hair, clear complexion, slim frame (aside from Steph’s impressive rack), blue-grey eyes and, it must be said, adorable features. Steph had never been able to work out, nor even care, as to the identity of Liam’s father but, whoever he had been, he seemed to have been responsible mainly for the boy’s academic ability and his even-tempered, likeable demeanour and personality.

Steph was, she would be happy to admit, aggressively bi, with FwBs on both sides. As a result, she was unfazed by Liam’s news, though, of course, she worried a little about his youth. “Come here,” she said, holding wide her arms. “Let me give my sweet twink a big hug.”  “Mum, stop it!” insisted Liam, though he didn’t struggle when Steph wrapped her arms around him, and he hovered for several seconds with his face buried in her cleavage.

When she finally released him she held his shoulders at arm’s length, and said, “So, this coming out. I take it that means I can tell people?”

“What? O, sure. No worries.” But he did sound just a little worried, as though he’d thought through the theory, but not the practicalities.

“Cool,” said Steph. “I’ll tell Aunt Charlotte this afternoon. I was going round to hers anyway. I’m sure she’ll be delighted. You know how fond she is of you.”

“Yeah, great,” said Liam, forcing a smile.

Charlotte was Steph’s sister-in-law, and best friend, but they also enjoyed a casual sexual relationship, and so, when Charlie had mentioned a few days earlier that she had a new strap on, Steph had immediately volunteered to give it its first run-out. Consequently, it was a couple of hours and several mutual orgasms later before they got round to chatting, naked, over a bottle of Chardonnay.

“So, what’s the latest?” asked Charlie. “Any hot goss?”

“Well, there Liam’s news,” replied Steph.

“What’s that?” asked Charlie. “My favourite nephew got himself a girlfriend?”

“Hardly,” replied Steph. “He’s come out.”

“Come out?” frowned Charlie. “What? You don’t mean he’s gay, do you?”

“That’s what he’s said,” replied Steph.

“Do we have a name?”

“O, no,” Steph continued. “This seems to be a pre-emptive coming out. He says that nothing’s happened yet, but he’s sure it will, in the not too distant.”

“He’s only just legal, though. Doesn’t that worry you?”

“We’re a fine pair to talk,” laughed Steph.

“Yeah,” replied Charlie, “but it’s always been different for girls, hasn’t it?”

A few days later, and with Steph meeting up with a guy called Dan in a town centre hotel, Liam answered the front doorbell, to be confronted by his cousin Chris, Charlie’s son, his elder by a couple of years.

“I heard that you’d be one your own for a few hours,” Chris said, “so I thought I’d pop round.”

“Sure, come on in,” said Liam. “How’s Kelly?”

“Ah, Kelly. Yes. Kelly, she was great, but we’re not together anymore.”

Liam was disappointed. He’d rather liked Kelly.

“Any particular problem?” he asked.

“It’s complicated,” said Chris.

“So, something to do with sex? Or the lack of it?”

“You always were the smart one,” replied Chris. “Yeah, how can I put it, she had odd ideas.”

“You mean she said ‘no’? Nothing to do with her being older than you”

“Only a year or so. No big deal. No, not exactly, but she certainly couldn’t be persuaded to give a blow job, and I love being blown.”

Then, to Liam’s amazement, Chris dropped everything and stood there, exhibiting his semi-erection.

“I mean, who would turn this fella down?”

Liam, wide-eyed, just muttered “Holy Fuck!”

Now, don’t get me wrong, but Chris was quite well hung, and for a boy like Liam, it was enough to bring on thoughts of ‘gotta have me some of that.’

“Looks like you wouldn’t,” said Chris. “Mum told me your news about you being a sweet innocent gay. Maybe we can do each other a favour?”

Liam was overtaken by lust. He smiled, then, in a matter of seconds he had pushed Chris into the nearest armchair, and knelt in front of him before letting his imagination take over, letting his fingers, and tongue, and throat take control. Now, this is a serious work of literature, not porn, so I’ll just say that it was some twenty minutes later that Chris gathered his senses and groaned, “Fuckin’ Hell. For a little innocent you were fuckin’ amazing. That was the best I’ve ever had. You barely gagged at all, just milked me straight down. Don’t take this wrong, but, on the strength of that, you’re better than any girl I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” grinned Liam, removing a drip from his chin with his finger, which he then licked clean. “I’ll definitely take that as a compliment. Now I know how good it feels and tastes, I just wish I could get more practise.”

“That’s no problem,” said Chris. “Message me with Aunt Steph’s timetable, and we can arrange to meet up. That’s if you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Why should I mind?” Then he thought to himself, ‘As good as a girl? Me?’

Chris and Liam’s ‘arrangement’ generally worked well over the next few weeks, whether Steph was seeing Charlie, Dan, Bianca, Ronan, the di Angelo twins, or whoever. But there were those dates that they couldn’t get together, and this Saturday was one.

Kelly was coming towards the end of her shift at her part-time job on the cosmetics counter at Boots, when she saw Liam as he came through the front door of the store and stood to one side, looking round. She went over to him and said, ‘Hi.’

“O, hi, Kelly. I’d forgotten you had a job here.”

“Yeah, Mum thinks that lounging around, living off my trust fund, like someone from Made in Chelsea, isn’t a good idea. Anyway, I finish my shift in a few minutes. What brings you here? Heard about our 50%-off deal on nail polish?”

“What? Er, O no. I’m meeting Mum. She’s seeing one of her boyfriends this afternoon, and then she wants me to help carry some stuff home after a bit of shopping.”

“She puts herself about a bit, your Mum, from what I hear,” said Kelly, then immediately apologised. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I meant she has a wide circle of friends.”

“No, don’t apologise. You’re right.  She has fun. But she and I are OK with it.” After a pause, Liam said, “Sorry to hear about you and Chris.”

“Let me guess. He told you he’d finished with me because I wouldn’t put out?”

“Erm, well, yes. Something along those lines,” said Liam, avoiding eye contact with Kelly.

“Then he told you a pile of shit. Chris seems to think that because he’s quite well endowed (O, sorry. I know you guys don’t like discussing cock size), that he’s a super lover. That’s crap. He’s just covering himself because I told him that he did nothing for me, whichever.”

“Ah. OK. Right,” said Liam, pinkening slightly at the idea that Chris’ “fella” did nothing for a hot girl like Kelly.

“Anyway, my shift’s over, so I’ll see you around, maybe.”

“Yeah, ‘bye,” said Liam.

Kelly gazed thoughtfully at Liam as he strolled around aimlessly, awaiting Steph’s arrival. Then she took the door to the staff exit. She went to the staff room to pick up her bag, but didn’t bother changing as she was in a hurry. She needed a word with her Mother, and she headed straight to the car park. But 

she didn't head for her Mother's place.

The Mansion stood a few miles outside town, in the middle of extensive grounds. The locals in the nearby village weren’t at all sure what went on there. Some sort of corporate headquarters, maybe? Or a training establishment of some kind? And actually, the latter was a very good guess.

Jessica was on reception. She’d only been promoted from ‘Domestic’ a couple of weeks earlier, and, after more than two years as a maid, she was still getting used to her new situation. She had been amazed at being selected, though she needn’t have been. From her first day in the building, she had taken to the feminisation programme with enthusiasm and flair. Where other boys had pouted, protested even, she had quickly realised that she couldn’t deny that she wanted to be Jessica, and she had been determined to give exceptional maid service.

She heard a car coming down the long drive, and checked to make sure that she was presentable. Her receptionist’s uniform consisted of a low cut, tight little black latex dress, coming almost halfway down her thighs, barely hiding her new plug, a good two or three sizes bigger than her previous maid’s insert. The dress just about covered the red marks across her bottom, from where she had been caned the previous day. Not as a punishment, you understand, but rather for mutual pleasure. Over the dress she wore a serious corset. Her waist was now at least 3 centimetres less than when she’d been a maid, and her promotion had increased her heels from ten to thirteen centimetres. Not only that, but with the corset her lovely C cup breasts were forced up. She was so proud of them. And the great thing was that the treatments had had no real effect on her penis. It had always been tiny, so it had never been any impediment to her feminisation.

A quick tug on her hemline and a glance in a mirror to ensure that her make up was good, and she was ready to greet the new arrival. A squeal of brakes, a car door slammed, and the main entrance door swung open to admit Kelly.

“Good Afternoon, Mistress Kelly,” said Jessica.

“Now, now,” said Kelly, “you know the Rules. I won’t qualify as a Mistress until I’ve acquired and trained my own sissy. And the Sisterhood is nothing if it doesn’t stick to the rules, is it? Or so my Mother keeps reminding me. Is she around? I really need to speak to her.”

“Madam Cropper is in an emergency meeting of the Central Council, in the large conference room.”

“Oh? What’s the emergency? Do you know?”

“That’s not for me to say, Miss,” said Jessica.

“Come on. I know you sissies like a gossip as much as anyone. One of you must have heard something.”

“Well, Miss, I do believe it’s to do with the ongoing problems being caused by Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones, and her sissy.”

“Ah, Jane. How can one woman cause so much disruption?” said Kelly, “although, I must say that, whenever I’ve met her, I’ve always found her immensely entertaining. I know I shouldn’t say it, but I really like Lady Jane.”

“Yes,” said Jessica, “she was always very kind to the maids when she visited. I can’t say that I approve of her sissy keeping a male name, though. That’s not right, surely?”

“But you have to admit that Andy is absolutely Drop Dead Gorgeous.”

“Yes, Miss. But even so.”

“Do we know where they might be at the moment?”

“No one seems to be certain. It’s commonly believed that they’ve gone to ground somewhere. America has been mentioned.”

“OK. Well, if the Central Council is discussing Jane and Andy they could be here all night. I’ll pass on my news to Mother tomorrow.”

Miss Kelly made her way towards the Front Door, then a thought seemed to occur to her. She didn’t believe that the undeserved honorific had been a simple slip of the tongue. She turned round and said, “Jessica. Am I right in thinking that you’re maso?”

“Why, yes, Miss. I have that good fortune. Why do you ask?”

“I was just thinking that when I’m set up with my own sissy maid, and I’m a qualified Mistress, I might dip into my trust fund and see if I can’t lease you from the Sisterhood for a year or two.”

“Oh, Miss. That would be wonderful.”

To Be Continued