The Story So Far:- This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse.
We began with Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.
The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.
Chapter 3
Bianca had spent Friday afternoon and Saturday morning driving round the locality, soaking up geography, facts, information and gossip about Mayfield Court, and she’d decided that, with close observation and careful planning, she ought to be able to isolate Jane and Andy, separately or as a pair, and have them away to Madame Cropper without too much difficulty. Whether she was giving the pair sufficient credit is something only time will tell.
Due to the differences of arrival times, etc., it wasn’t until everyone assembled for dinner that the full line up had got together. Thus, it was that as Kelly led Jessica into the dining room she heard a squeal of “Oh” from behind her. She half turned to see Jessica staring at the far end of the table. She followed the gaze and was taken aback to see the couple sat either side of their hostess. On Tori’s left was Andy whilst Jane occupied the seat on her right.
Just at that moment Jane looked up and saw Kelly staring at her. “Tori,” she said, “who is the young lady who has just walked in? She seems familiar.”
Tori looked up and then said, “Oh, that’s a friend of the Turners. I believe her name is Kelly, Kelly Cropper. And her brother, Anton, is the young man chatting to Leanne. She’s his girlfriend.” Jane’s eyes narrowed as she remembered where she had previously come across Kelly. In the company of her mother. Two members of the Cropper family? And how had they discovered their whereabouts?
“Did you know that Jane and Andy were going to be here, Anton?” asked Kelly, after the meal.
“How could I?” replied Anton. “You know very well that the kinkopolitics that you and Madam Mother enjoy so much make me yawn.”
Kelly ignored his comment. “What are we going to do?” she asked, mainly of herself.
“We? What’s with the ‘we,’ sis? Leave me out of this. I’m so neutral on the subject that I make beige look like fluorescent crimson. Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones and the utterly scrumptious Miss Andy whatshername have never done anything to, or against me. You and the ‘hood can do what you want, though I don’t wish you any luck whatsoever.”
“’Me and the ‘hood’? I’m no more of a supporter of Mother’s stupid vendetta against Jane than you say that you are. Those Sisterhood rules are stupid. I sometimes think that Mother and her cronies developed them simply because they were pining for their days as school bullies.”
Anton gave her a lopsided grin, a look that had had an effect on men and women, girls and boys for a few years now. “You won’t get me disagreeing with you there, Kel. So, do we keep out of their way, or tell them that we’re not representing the Sisterhood, and they have nothing to worry about, or what?”
“You really think that Jane will believe anything we say? I’m going to have to give this some thought.”
The following morning the window of Steph’s room was wide open, as the day was already warm. Consequently, the sound of any activity up there could be heard clearly down on the North Terrace. The activity this morning was of Steph taking it good and hard from Anton. They’d made frequent eye contact over breakfast, and it had only taken simultaneous smiles to one another as they finished their coffee to confirm the unspoken arrangement. After all, both had gone without for nearly a day.
Leanne had smiled as she’d seen the pair go upstairs. She’d then sought out Andy, and taken another opportunity to say ‘thank you’ for all the help and inspiration he’d provided. To be honest, Andy was rather intimidated by Leanne. She was so…so Sexual. Andy adored lovemaking with Will, especially when they were feeling experimental, but Leanne’s sluttiness was a trait he was unfamiliar with.
That said, it couldn’t be denied that Leanne was a lovely, sweet girl, and Andy felt rather proud of the small part he’d played in her development.
“Kat,” said Chloe, “do you need the Nissan this afternoon?”
“No,” replied Kat. “JoJo has been nagging for me to hogtie her for some time now, and I can’t deny her anymore, especially now that Polly Evans has a YouTube channel.”
“In that case, can I borrow it?” asked Chloe.
“Be my guest. But if you have in mind what I think you have in mind, be careful,” grinned Kat.
“Don’t worry about me,” said Chloe. “Just don’t forget to video JoJo when you’ve done the job on her. Her mother is looking forward to seeing how she looks in her predicament.”
Jessica had offered her services to Mrs Tucker within hours of their arrival, so now, resplendent as a Sisterhood-trained latex maid, she carefully placed a tall glass, half full of ice, and a large jug of home made lemonade, on the small table by Tori’s bench in the west garden. Tori looked up from her book and raised an inquisitory eyebrow.
“Mrs Tucker thought you would appreciate some iced lemonade, Madam, given the warm weather,” said Jessica.
“O, yes,” said Tori. “She knows I love her lemonade. But what I was wondering was, why are you dressed as you are?”
“I don’t understand, Madam, how else would a fully qualified latex maid dress?”
Once more Tori gave Jessica a quizzical look. “I think you should sit here by me here. I’d like you to tell me more about yourself.”
“Really, Madam, I’m not sure that that’s a good idea,” said Jessica.
“Let me be the judge of that,” said Tori, patting the space on the bench next to her.
Jessica looked reluctant, but joined Tori on the bench and took a deep breath.
“Well, Madam, I’d always known that my mother would much rather have had a daughter than a son. She’d made that quite clear from time to time. But I didn’t really mind because she obviously loved me, in her own way. She’d made the occasional comment over the years, but it was only when I was through puberty that she said anything about making arrangements for my future. It turned out that these involved an organisation which specialised in feminisation. She took me along for what I suppose you could call an open day, and I immediately realised that she had been right. It only took one afternoon as a Stage One latex maid, seven centimetre heels, pretty make up, etc., with the opportunity to obey every order and instruction, for me to realise that this felt so normal, so natural.
“So, here I am. Aged 19, effeminate 24/7. Micropenis. Large plug. Twelve centimetre heels. I love my breasts, but I have no desire to transition. And during my training I’ve also discovered a taste for submission, and I think of myself as a recreational masochist.”
“A… really? My!”
Tori considered this information for several seconds before continuing.
“And what does the future hold for you?”
“That is the big question, Madam. My mother’s initial plan was for me to become a rich man’s concubine. However, she is now in a bitter dispute with the Sisterhood over several items on the final account for my training. Mother is a very stubborn woman but, as you can imagine, the Ladies of the Sisterhood are used to getting their own way. I’ve graduated as a maid, I’m currently the receptionist, and Miss Kelly has taken me under her wing. But beyond that, who knows?”
As she drove through the countryside, Chloe couldn’t help thinking back to The Day. The day, soon after her eighteenth birthday when her mother had walked into her room and caught her masturbating, with the clothes pegs biting deliciously into her pretty, soft nipples.
Chloe had immediately expected her mother to explode, but no such thing happened. Rather, she’d simply apologised for interrupting, and hurried out. The only explosion had been Chloe’s orgasm a few minutes later.
And nothing was mentioned for the next couple of days. Not until mother had suddenly handed over a paper bag. When Chloe had looked inside, the contents consisted of various implements suitable for nipple torture, from standard clamps to, frankly, evil looking large, high strength bulldog clips.
“I thought you might like to try something other than clothes pegs, if that’s your ‘thing’. Here, let’s give you a try.”
At her mother’s instigation, Chloe had pulled off her t-shirt and removed her bra, before clasping her hands behind her head. Mother had paused for several seconds before attaching a vicious looking clip onto Chloe’s left nipple. Chloe had responded with closed eyes and a sharp intake of breath. A couple of seconds later the right nipple had received the same treatment, and Chloe’s arousal had soared, as the corners of the fierce bulldog clip bit into her soft flesh.
Her mother had seemed both fascinated by and proud of, her daughter’s kink. A week or so later corporal punishment was introduced and welcomed, and Chloe regularly rushed home from school to get a good spanking (the leather strap was her favourite). Mother had then mentioned that she had made contact online with a ‘Master Karl and Mistress Debbie,’ who would be more than happy to take Chloe into their household for the duration of her gap year, to train her. Chloe, however, was a sensible girl who realised this could be the start of a slippery slope. Additionally, other fantasies had been bubbling away in her mind, notably today’s.
“Andy.”
He opened his eyes and looked up from the lounger where he was topping up his tan.
“Kelly? Erm, hello. What can I do for you?” he asked, in a tone which made it clear that he had no intention of obliging Kelly if he could possibly avoid it. After Aunt Jane’s reaction at dinner last night to the appearance of the Cropper siblings, Andy’s over riding reaction to Kelly’s sudden appearance at his side was one of deep suspicion.
“Andy, Anton and I have been talking and we feel we ought to explain. We’re not here for any reason connected with our mother and any dispute she might have with your Aunt.”
“O, really?” Andy was plainly unconvinced.
“Not at all. We’re just friends of Steph and Leanne. Leanne’s cousin is one of my exs, and Anton used to be a fuckbuddy of Steph. Probably still is. I mean, think about it. Would Anton and I turn up here in full view of you and Jane if we were trying to sabotage you, or whatever?”
“Possibly not,” conceded Andy.
“Of course not,” insisted Kelly. “We’re just relaxing, and getting to know Steph and Leanne, and everyone. Like you, and Jane, and everyone else are, I imagine.”
“OK. I’ll speak to my Aunt, but I can’t guarantee what she’ll say.”
“I’d appreciate that,” said Kelly.
Steph smiled as she gazed across the West Lawn to where Leanne, Anton and Chris were stretched out, with Leanne in the middle, facing in the opposite direction to the other two. Leanne was busy giving the guys simultaneous handjobs, and was plainly making a good job of it.
Now, Steph may have been a slut, but she was a moral person, and she wouldn’t dream of fucking her own nephew. Anton, yes, Chris, no. It was plain, however, that Chris and Leanne were intimate, and Steph had no problem with that. She especially enjoyed the game Leanne was playing, which involved subtly adjusting her grips so that, each time Chris or Anton came, the resulting spunk arced through the air and splattered the face of the other guy.
“Auntie,” said Andy.
“Yes, Andy dear?”
“Kelly Cropper came to speak to me about half an hour ago.”
“Did she indeed?”
“Yes. She was trying to persuade me that there’s nothing suspicious about her and her brother turning up at Mayfield Court. She says it’s nothing to do with the Sisterhood. Kelly and Anton just accepted an invitation from Steph. Apparently Anton is Leanne’s boyfriend and Kelly has been helping with the feminisation process.”
“And you believe her?”
“I don’t know what to believe, Auntie. What do You think?”
“I’m quite sure she’s telling the truth. Oh, don’t look so surprised, Andy! People do tell the truth occasionally, usually when they can’t think of anything else. Think about it, Andy, dear. Could you think of a sillier plan than for Madame Cropper’s children to inveigle their way into Mayfield Court? To what end? And I have it on good authority that Anton Cropper has absolutely no connection with the functioning of the Sisterhood. It would be odd in the extreme if he had. He’s simply a good looking trust fund boy who may take some of his fun, from time to time, among the Sisterhood’s femboys and sissies. As for Kelly, her upbringing has convinced her that her future lies in achieving Sisterhood seniority. But I’m not sure that her heart is really in it. That poor Jessica that she brought along with her; Kelly almost neglects her.”
Andy nodded. “Putting it that way makes perfect sense, Auntie. I mean, yes, we’ve been keeping a low profile these last few weeks, to avoid them finding out where we are. But from what you were saying earlier, you’re a dotted i away from sewing up Boy?™’s new contract, then we can make our way home to enjoy the rest of this wonderful summer. After all, it’s not as though Kelly and Anton could be planning to simply abduct one or both of us, just so that their mother could wag her finger and give us a good telling off for having thwarted her. O, isn’t ‘thwart’ an odd word?”
Andy rarely gave such a long speech, and Jane raised a loving eyebrow before suggesting that he find Will and take him to their room for a couple of hours afternoon delight. Andy’s eyes lit up, and, as he went to find Will, the thought ‘Reverse Cowgirl, maybe?’ entered his mind and just wouldn’t go away.
Tori spent the following morning in town, indulging in a little shopping, and had gone directly to her room when she returned, to change into the purchases in the bags she was carrying. And halfway back down the main staircase she met Jessica carrying a feather duster.
“Good morning, Jessica,” she said. No response. Tori repeated her greeting, but Jessica still seemed unable to reply. Her jaw had dropped, and she was staring. Staring at Tori’s new outfit. When Andy and Jane had first arrived, Tori had commented that, if she’d been twenty years younger, she’d have loved to try a latex skirt like Andy’s or a pair of Freddys, like Jane’s. Well, the word had become parent to the deed, in a manner of speaking. She had bought a couple of pairs of Freddys, but this morning she was wearing rather high-waisted, very skinny, very tight leggings, black, real leather, accompanied by a stunning pair of boots. 11cm slim heel and topping out several inches above the knee. The ensemble was completed by a Hugo Boss leather jacket.
“Oh, Madam, you look wonderful,” said Jessica.
“Why, thank you, Jessica dear. Actually, perhaps you could assist me with a little cleaning and polishing job,” replied Tori.
“Certainly, Madam. I’ll just go and collect the necessary equipment.”
“That won’t be necessary. You already have all that you will require. This way.”
Thus it was that, some ten minutes later, Jessica’s tongue was working its way along the height of Tori’s boot heels, then across her soles and insteps, up her legs and around her thighs, with which Tori then clasped Jessica’s head, as she happily worshiped her crotch, revelling in the delectable scent of the leather. We’ll draw a veil over the use to which the feather duster was put.
Jane was filling Andy in on Steph’s barely disguised approaches.
“She’s certainly a larger than life character,” said Andy.
“She’s a lovely woman,” she said, “and she’s been wonderful in the way she’s supported Leanne, But I’ll have to make it clear to her that we can only be friends.”
The stable block at Mayfield Court was not often used. However, Tori made her way past the east garden and walked inside, noticing how it still retained an equine scent. She went through to the back area, still technically referred to as a tack room, and collected a piece of equipment dangling from a hook on the wall. After assuring herself that it was still in working order, she made her way back to the house, humming gently.
To be specific, the fantasy which Chloe was hoping to satisfy today was a form of exhibitionism. Naked, blindfolded, spreadeagled across the front seats of the Nissan, nipple tips tortured by the corners of vicious bulldog clips, hands tied to door handles, and impaled on the first ten centimetres of a XXL rabbit, but with a selection of other toys on the adjacent dash.
She would park in some remote rural location (today was to be the junction of two narrow lanes a mile or so from Mayfield Court) in the hope that someone would drive by, spot her and play with her, maybe using one of the spare toys. The excitement of lying there, available, potentially usable, made lube totally unnecessary.
This was the third time she’d tried in the last month. No success so far, but wasn’t that often the case when indulging in a new kink? After about half an hour, midway to orgasm, a sound not unlike a car pulling up, a car door opening, and a footfall brought her part way to consciousness. Had she been found? Was she about to feel the touch, or much more, of a stranger?
“Jessica, dear,” said Tori.
“Yes,” Madam?”
“You know the location of my room?”
“Yes, Madam,” said Jessica, puzzled.
“Knock on my door in precisely twenty minutes time. You understand?”
“Not at all, Madam, but I shall do as you instruct.”
An hour and twenty five minutes later, Jessica slipped out of Tori’s presence and returned to the room she shared with Kelly. Her eyes were tear stained, her make up was smudged, and she had stripes on her pink buttocks, but she also had a broad smile on her lips.
As Jessica closed the door behind her, Tori bent a riding crop to- and fro- between her hands before putting it in a drawer. She would return it to the tack room in due course. But, for the time being, she, too, was smiling.
“Well, who have we here?” muttered a husky female voice. “My! I do believe I’ve seen you before. You’re one of the party at Mayfield Court! What shall we do with you?” With that, Chloe felt the slow removal of the rabbit. She then heard a click. This was followed by a hum. Then her O Wow bullet was pressed against her clit and about ten seconds later her brain did a loop-the-loop. About ten minutes later it was executing a triple summersault with the long, slow insertion of a fist. A large fist. After about another fifteen minutes the fist was extracted and the husky voice muttered a few phrases into her ear before stepping back and away. A car engine. A car turning. A car retreating along the lane.
Several minutes later (or maybe much longer, she was still extremely disorientated), her last mini orgasm having barely subsided, Chloe casually pulled on pants and tshirt and slowly began to drive back to Mayfield Court. That had been quite a ride. Almost as good as her weekend auditioning for Master Karl and friends.
Polly Evans’ YouTube channel had plainly been very instructive. Kat stood back and surveyed her handiwork. There was JoJo lying on her stomach, her wrists bound tightly to her ankles, behind her back. From the sounds she was making through the ball gag in her mouth, she was clearly highly aroused, and Kat was videoing the entire scene for Carmel’s entertainment. Suddenly, she heard a noise and looked over towards the door. An envelope had been slid under it. Kat picked it up, opened it and glanced through the contents.
“OK, JoJo, the fun’s over. We need to get you sorted out. Jane and Andy want us at a meeting in Andy and Will’s room, ASAP. Something to do with the Fancy Dress.”
It was only as Chloe made a wide, careful turn past a copse and into the Mayfield Court drive that vague memories of her recent companion’s parting words began to come back to her. Her brow furrowed. Phrases began forming into sentences. Was that right? Had she really heard that? She put her foot down to sprint down the remainder of the drive, then screeched to a halt. Leaping up the front steps, she headed straight for the room shared by Kat and JoJo, who were just on their way out.
“Quick! We’ve got to do something!” she shouted as she burst in.
“Wassup, Chlo?” asked Kat, tidying up the rope before following JoJo to the meeting.
“It’s Jane and Andy,” gasped Chloe. “I think they’re in danger!”
A rollicking ride of a story - and not just for Steph. Thank you, Mistress LeatherBeth.
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Thank you, Mistress LeatherBeth for another fun fun fun chapter in the party.
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