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Nowhere is something I was inspired to have ago at this by Ambre. This is the first time I have created a moving version of an Ai creation. It's brief but fun.
Visitors
By Skinnie Stallion
1. Morning Reassurance
Every morning was the same. Every morning was a wrench. Ever since his stay at Knightley Manor, a bitter wrench. He could feel her warmth. He could smell her perfume. He could touch her softness. He could hold her. He closed his eyes wishing the moment could last. He just wanted to stay enveloped by her loveliness. But he had to get up. He didn’t want to wake her. She’d had a restless night and had kept coming across to his side of the bed to snuggle against him.
He slid from under her draped arm to extricate himself without disturbing her. He put on his chiffon dressing gown to cover his nakedness and slipped into his mules before softly opening the door and retreating to his bedroom for a quick shower and to do his make-up. Then time to dress. His pink maid’s dress and pink Loubigirls were laid out in readiness. Pink. He still felt black was more fitting for a maid but the injunction from The Sisterhood demanded that he wear pink. Pink for a boy who needed to learn his place. Pink for a boy who needed to learn to behave. Pink for a boy who needed to respect The Sisterhood. At least the six months since his stay would soon be up and that part of the injunction would lapse. He fastened a pink hair ribbon as the finishing touch. He’d got used to wearing a head band or mobcap when he was at Knightley Manor, but Jane had recently said a ribbon was stipulated in the injunction.
He decided against stockings: it was going to be a warm day. Just some light cotton panties. Latex would be too sweaty, at least while he was working. Maybe latex for the evening when her was relaxing with his Aunt. Or maybe none at all.
It was a glorious morning and he felt happy. He scuttled about his tasks anxious to please. He wanted everything to be flawless. He had to accept that he’d been trained well. The Sisterhood had achieved the result they wanted, and Jane was pleased with him which was all that mattered to him. He cleared away the breakfast things, cleaned the dinner room, and dusted the stairs. Standing now preparing Jane's morning coffee, he basked in the warmth of the morning sun shining through the kitchen windows as he listened to Emma Barnett talking to a guest about periods pains and period sex.
“Alexa! Radio off.” Emma fell silent. Startled by the peremptory bark, Andy turned from the hissing Gaggia to see his Aunt in the doorway.
"Auntie! You surprised me," he blurted. He checked the clock. It was only ten twenty-five. He wasn’t late. Plenty of time to take the coffee up for her office for ten thirty. Surely she had work to do?
"Sorry, darling. I just wanted to let you know we're having some visitors."
“Oh, you never said. Shall I put out some extra cups? And biscuits?”
“Yes please, darling
“Who’s coming , Auntie? Is it the vicar? The Parish Council"
Jane shook her head. She paused before answering, knowing he might find this difficult. She knew his stay at Knightley Manor had been traumatic, but it had done him good in other ways. Every day he seemed to become more adorable. "Some ladies from The Sisterhood," she murmured.
Andy's lower lip began to tremble. "Oh, no! I thought that was all done with. Why didn't you say?"
"I never told you we were having guests, because I knew you would get all flustered and worried." Jane stepped forward to comfort him as she saw the panic in his eyes. He was shaking. Jane held his hand and stroked his face. She hated seeing him like this. She just wanted to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be all right. He was doing so well since his stay at Knightley Manor. She was going to have to comfort him. "And as you have been such a good boy, why don't we go for a cuddle on my bed this afternoon?" Andy seemed to relax slightly on hearing her words. "I have a very special gift for you."
He failed to hear her offer. He was still obsessing about their visitors. What if Madam Dark was coming? "But why, Auntie?" he demanded.
"I understand that they want to check on your progress. Now, wipe those tears away: it will be OK. The Sisterhood was always going to want to check on how you were d...d...doing." She'd wanted to say 'developing' but thought better of it. "There's nothing to worry about, it will be OK. You're doing so well."
"Yes, Auntie," Andy mumbled. If Auntie said it was going to be OK, it was OK. "Will I still be in pink?" he asked.
"Yes, definitely pink. Although I think the ruched sleeves, and your courts."
"But I like these sandals," replied Andy. Truth be told he liked the little platform on his Loubigirls. With their 4 inch heel, they gave that him a lift that his everyday Kates didn't.
"Yes, but courts look so much more formal. Much better if you're meeting The Sisterhood."
“If you say so, Auntie.”
“Now go and change. The coffee can wait. They’ll be here by eleven. I need to change too.” As Andy headed for the door she added, “I love you Andrew.” She didn’t feel she needed to say it, but she said it all the same. Her boy needed all the reassurance she could provide. She just hoped their visitors would be satisfied with his progress and that they hadn’t breached the injunction. She lingered by the Gaggia but then thought better of it, an espresso probably wasn’t wise when her heart was already pounding. It wasn’t just Andy who was nervous.
2. The Visitors
“Let’s have a little chat about how things are going, shall we?” Mistress Martingale took Jane’s hand and led her out on to the terrace.
Andy was dismayed. He’d adjourned to the kitchen immediately after leading the guests to meet Jane in the Day Room. He’d returned with coffee and biscuits but they remained untouched. He had never seen his Aunt so meek and compliant. She’d even dressed differently. Gone was the shiny pencil skirt. Gone were her leather pants. She wore those even when meeting her bank manager. Gone was the silk blouse. In was a sober, beige business suit. Beige?! What was she thinking? At least she was still wearing her Louboutins, although he couldn’t help thinking that nude would have been a better pairing than black. After all, it was Auntie who’d drilled into him that ‘black and brown should never be found’. Drilled into him in so many ways. Before his stay at Knightley Manor she’d said learning the colour rules was part of his maid training if he was going to help manage her wardrobe. ‘Blue and green should never be seen. Black and brown should never be found’ he’d intoned. Chanting was a good way of learning the rules and helped her find her rhythm, she’d said. So well drilled.
“But what about Andrew?” asked Jane, looking wistfully back at her boy surrounded by Mistress Martingale’s colleagues. He’d done her proud and looked ravishingly gorgeous in his pink latex maid’s dress. She had to accept that he’d come on so much since his stay with The Sisterhood. They were right about petticoats. The layers of white taffeta gave his skirt such a lovely lift. So much better than hanging limply: the petticoats gave an illusion of stiffness, so delightful and confusing for a sissymaid. And he was a sissymaid. Her sissymaid. Not The Sisterhood’s. Hers. They might have trained him, but he was hers. And he'd accepted it, right down to his monogrammed apron.
“He’ll be fine,” said Mistress Martingale. “Stablemistress Lange and Stablegirl Dane will look after him while we talk. About this Blog of yours…..”
“Well, it’s not mine. It’s really Andrew’s Blog,” interjected Jane.
“About this Blog, The Sisterhood thought we had an Agreement with you: a Non-Disclosure Agreement. The stipulations of our injunction were quite clear when you and Andy left Knightley Manor.”
“Yes, but I don’t see what the problem is.”
“You don’t?”
“No seriously, I don’t.”
“What about mentioning Andy’s stay at Knightley Manor?” demanded Mistress Martingale.
“But that wasn’t part of the gagging order. And I thought The Sisterhood wanted to widen its female membership,” argued Jane.
“Yes, but the Blog mentions Madam Dark. We agreed that what happened with Madam Dark during Andy’s stay would remain Strictly Confidential.”
“But Andrew gave no details of what happened.”
“Can I remind you that any mention of Madam Dark is forbidden?”
“Yes, but it’s just a little Blog. It’s not like it’s in the Daily Mail, or even a proper newspaper.”
“As far as The Sisterhood understands, that Blog has quite a wide and growing readership, no doubt helped by references to your proclivities and membership of The Sisterhood. As a forfeit, we will expect Andy to attend a further training course at Knightley Manor. Let me review your options….”
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Andy was feeling intimidated by Mistress Lange and her Stablegirl. He could feel Mistress Lange circling and appraising him, crop in hand. The auburn Stablegirl looked less assertive, but he was surprised by the firm grip she maintained on his upper arm, anchoring him to the spot. He tried to look at the stablegirl but was distracted by her handsome cleavage. Her blouse was open just that little bit extra to make sure her breasts were distractingly visible. He realised he was staring and averted his eyes. He could feel Mistress Lange’s warm breath on the back of his neck as she moved behind him. “Well ain’t you a pretty boy? You like what you see Ms Dane?”
“Sure. Right down to his monogrammed pinny, Ms Lange.”
“Did you ever think a boy could be that pretty, Ms Dane? I guess you would know.”
Ms Dane paused before answering. “Yes, I guess I would. He’s quite cute. But needs rounding out.”
“You were interested by the Stables when you stayed at Knightley Manor, weren’t you?” Mistress Lange enquired.
“Er, yes,” stumbled Andy, uncertain how to reply.
“What attracted you to the Stables?”
“Nothing, really.”
“Nothing. So that’s why we saw you so often staring out at us from the house. There must have been something you liked?”
“Well……,” Andy hesitated, “…. I thought the stablegirls looked lovely.” He briefly glanced at the Stablegirl then looked away in embarrassment.
“Quite right. They do. They’re all well trained lovely girls like Ms Dane, here. Isn’t she sweet?” The stablegirl maintained her grip on Andy but shifted her gaze to the ground in apparent unease. Andy’s eyes followed. He found himself admiring her boots. Hardly the riding boots of a stablegirl with their 6” stiletto spikes, but practical with their over the knee styling. Both ladies wore similar boots, and both towered over him.
“Um, yes. She looks very nice.” Andy was grateful for his multi-layered petticoats to hide his ‘embarrassment’.
“And the horses? What about the horses? Or maybe you prefer ponies?”
“Oh, um, maybe.” Andy began to blush. The Sisterhood ran an unusual mixed stable. The horses were powerful hunters intended for hacking and cross-country. The ponies were different.
“Are you sure? Would you like to work in the stables.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it,” Andy mumbled. In reality, he had wondered why some of The Sisterhood’s ‘guests’ were trained as maids, whilst others were put in the Stables.
“So you’d prefer to be a maid. A sissymaid. I see you’re in pink.”
“Yes, I’ve been wearing pink ever since I stayed at Knightley Manor.”
“Pink? Not black? You must have been a naughty boy,” taunted Mistress Lange. “Is that why Ms Martingale is speaking with Lady Jane? Pink satin is bad enough, but Pink Latex? Do you think he feels as silly as he looks, Ms Dane.”
“Of course he does Ms Lange,” sneered the stablegirl, “silly and embarrassed. How else would a sissy boy like him feel?”
“So you’re her sissy,” said Mistress Lange nodding her head towards Jane, who was still outside in conversation with Mistress Martingale.
“Yes, I guess. I’m her maid, if that’s what you mean.”
“Wouldn’t you prefer to work in the Stables?” asked Mistress Lange. “Wouldn’t you like to be like Ms Dane?”
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“Apart from the Blog stuff, you’ve done well with him. He seems much more natural than when he was staying with us five months ago. You decided against hormones, didn’t you?”
Jane recoiled. “Definitely. He’s a boy and always will be.”
“Pity. We get such good results with pretty boys who are compliant. Still, it’s your decision.”
“Yes, and it’s final,”
“Such a shame. But he has done well. Delicate and feminine. A credit to you. We will be able to close out the injunction once he’s attended the course. A finishing school, if you like, given that he’s come so late to The Sisterhood programme.”
“Yes, if you insist. I’m happy for him to go on the Summer Training Academy for Business Leadership Education. I want him to be an asset when it comes to running the business if we’re going to make BOY?™ a success.”
“Certainly. That will bring him closer to The Sisterhood and its ways of working. We can do the paperwork and book his place before we leave. But all work and no play will make him a very dull boy. I see he’s making friends with Ms Lange and Ms Dane. Ms Dane would provide an excellent tutor and role model for him. Perhaps you and Andy would like to visit the stables at Knightley Manor? After all, ponies are a traditional element to a …. girl’s development.”
“Yes, I can’t see that would do any harm,” replied Jane. “I used to love riding. Still do.”
“Good. Come and visit when you drop him off to start the programme. You can try some riding yourself. Although I guess you’re already used to being in the saddle,” Mistress Martingale said with a knowing look.
Jane looked like she’d been scalded. “Andrew and I are very happy together, thank you very much.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Just remember to bring your riding gear when you drop him off. We’ll provide all the tack.”
“And will Andy need riding gear too? I assume he won’t need to be in pink by then.”
“Not even hunting pink. Just something practical and wipe clean. Though I think he should continue to wear his ribbon.”
“It was interesting, Lady Jane, that earlier you referred to the injunction as ‘a gagging order’. Does he still gag? Or is that something we need to remedy?”
3. Visit Preparations
“Are you sure I’m dressed appropriately, Auntie? I don’t want to get in trouble again.”
“You’ll be fine, Andrew. The injunction has lapsed and you’re not going to be a maid. You’re going to learn about business.”
“Business?”
“Yes, you need to learn more about business management if you’re going to help me with running BOY?”
“Really Auntie? Me help with BOY?”
“Yes, and not just modelling. If we’re going to grow the BOY?™ brand, I need you able to help with all sides of the business.”
“But I don’t remember business classes being run at Knightley Manor. I only saw maids and stablegirls at the Stable. And those other ‘things’.”
“You’re booked with Mistress Martingale to go on The Sisterhood’s Summer Training Academy for Business Leadership Education.”
“But why not an MBA if you want me to have business education?” queried Andy.
“Because I couldn’t bear you being away that long,” said Jane with a look of sadness and heartfelt longing.
“Nor I,” acknowledged Andy. He reached out to Jane and held her hand. “I wouldn’t want to be away from you,” he said, giving her a little squeeze. It was the first time that he had ever taken the lead with her.
Jane composed herself and gripped his hand in return: “And I wouldn’t want you getting out of the habit of doing maid’s work or wearing dresses and heels,” she said, back to her old, brusque smiling self.
“Shouldn’t I be wearing a dress today then? And shouldn’t I be in pink?”
“No, Mistress Martingale wanted us to see The Stables before you start your course. She agreed on something practical, although you still have your pink ribbon. I’m sure they’ll have you back in dresses or something appropriate for your programme. It’ll only be four weeks and when you get back I’ll have you back in your black latex maid dresses.”
“Good. But four weeks away is going to be horrible, Auntie.”
“I know, darling, but I’ll come and visit at weekends.”
“So what I’m wearing is fine for today?”
“Yes, honey. The Sisterhood can’t object. If you remember, I asked for you be dressed a bit like this when I picked you up from Knightley Manor after your first stay.”
“Yes, Auntie. Apart from the boots. Thank you for the boots, Auntie.”
“Well, you said how much you liked Ms Dane’s boots when Ms Martingale and The Sisterhood visited, so I thought it only fair. So Kates are hardly practical in stable. Boots are the thing when riding, but I didn’t think you’d want OTKs if you were going to be in vinyl pants.”
“Yes, but what about your black and brown rule, Auntie?”
“Rules are there to be broken, Andrew. You broke them yourself with your black So Kates. And dark tan is different from light beige. You look lovely in that outfit. The boots go well with it.”
“Thank you, Auntie. I do like the boots. I feel like a proper stablegirl.”
“Well, just be careful, darling if they get you doing any stable work. Those hunters are powerful animals. I’m wondering what my mount is going to be this morning. I expect we’ll going for a hack round the grounds and the local bridleways. Come along, we’d best get going.”
4. At The Stables
Jane guessed that Andy would want a discreet arrival. She knew how traumatic he might find returning to the Knightley Manor after his experience with Madam Dark. She parked the BMW away from the house at the back of the Stable complex. She waited for him to settle and his breathing to slow before opening the car doors.
They found the stable yard deserted, although they could hear grunts, whinnies and the sounds of activity emanating from some of the stables. The yard was pristine. The gravel must have been recently raked since there no hoof prints. Andy held Jane’s hand tightly. He was still apprehensive about the visit and his stay. “Don’t worry, darling. Everything will be fine. We’ll just have a look round the stables, and you can meet with the stablegirls while I have my ride. You’ll like that, won’t you? I bet you’re going to be prettier than any of them.”
“I’m not sure about that Auntie.”
“You certainly look the part. And you look so cute with that pink ribbon in your hair. I’m so pleased Mistress Martingale suggested you wear it. Look on it as a final outing. After today, you won’t need to wear pink anymore, although it does suit you. When I signed you for the course, Mistress Martingale agreed that the injunction ends today. So that’s good.”
“Yes, Auntie.”
They turned at the clatter of hooves on the flags and gravel of the yard. “Good morning, Lady Jane. Good morning, Andy.” Mistress Martingale greeted them astride an immaculately groomed black hunter. “A good journey, I trust. Would you like a coffee, Lady Jane, or maybe something stronger? Perhaps a little stirrup cup before our outing?”
“Good morning, Mistress Martingale. Coffee would be good,” said Jane. It was far too early to be drinking and she needed to go on to London to visit the Baroness after dropping Andy.
“Good morning, Mistress Martingale,” added Andy, following his Aunt’s lead. “Yes, coffee would be nice.”
“Young man, I only invited Lady Jane,” scolded Mistress Martingale. “You may be offered some refreshment with the stablegirls after they’ve shown you round.” A lady holding what looked some horse tack appeared from the stable offices, no doubt alerted by the sound. “Steady Shadow!” she said as she brought her hunter to a halt beside them. “Here’s Ms Davis who’ll show you round and introduce you to the girls. He’s all yours, Ms Davis. We’ll be back in about an hour if you can have everything harnessed up, please.”
“Certainly Mistress Martingale.”
Mistress Martingale looked down on them as the lady walked across, took Andy’s hand and led him towards the Stables. “His appearance does you credit, Lady Jane, although he is still far too forward in his manner. But it is good that he is still wearing his pink ribbon. I’m sure Ms Davis and Ms Lange will be able to improve his manner.”
“I was expecting his course to cover inter-personal skills,” observed Jane as Mistress Martingale dismounted and a stablegirl scurried out to take the hunter’s bridle and lead him to his stall.
“All part of the service,” said Mistress Martingale taking Jane’s arm. “Now let’s get you that coffee. We’ll take it in House. I’m pleased to see you brought your crop. You may need it later if your ride proves at all unruly.”
Andy turned back to see his Aunt being led meekly away. He wondered what could be the hold that Mistress Martingale seemed to have over her, but he had no time to brood as he followed Ms Davis into the Stable Offices. He noticed that the modern exterior of the stable courtyard was a façade as he followed Ms Davis down a gloomy, musty smelling, oak panelled corridor. The stables were as old as the original manor house. One wall was lined with photographs of horses, or horses and riders. Many had rosettes hooked behind the frame. The facing wall had similar photographs and rosettes, but of ponies. Special ponies.
“My, you are a pretty thing,” said Ms Davis. “Let me take you through to our changing area. Ms Dane is waiting for you.”
“Do I need to change?” asked Andy. “I thought this outfit would be suitable.”
“Suitable for a stablegirl, maybe, but not for a pony.”
“A pony!” gasped Andy.
“Yes, a pony. That’s what you’ve been signed up for: four weeks of pony training.”
“What! That can’t be right. My Aunt said she’d signed me up for a course on Business Leadership: the Summer Training Academy for Business Leadership Education.”
“That’s right, sweetie: the Summer Training Academy for Business Leadership Education. The Summer Training Academy for Business Leadership Education,” she said stressing the start of each word, “or STABLE, as we like to call it.” She pushed open the door to a garishly fluorescent lit changing room with lockers and latticed wooden benches. “Here’s Ms Dane. I believe you’ve met before.”
“Hi, Andy,” she said. She seemed more sheepish than when she was at Fullerton Hall with Ms Lange and Mistress Martingale.
“Hello, Ms Dane,” he replied.
“Ms Dane will get you fitted out. You’ll be in safe hands with her. She started out very much like you. How long ago was it, Ms Dane?”
“Five years, Ms Davis,” the stablegirl replied.
“Now let’s see if these boots fit him, Ms Dane.”
5. The Ride
Jane felt relaxed. Mistress Martingale was an engaging and imposing hostess who talked knowledgeably about horses and the Manor’s stables. They’d had an amiable chat over their coffee. Jane learned that the stables were a profitable part of The Sisterhood’s portfolio and provided good case studies for the business leadership programme. Training maids was only a small part of The Sisterhood enterprise, although all activities served to confirmed and enforce female superiority. Jane was becoming more confident that four weeks at Knightley Manor would be good for Andy. They could set aside his experience with Madam Dark. It was unfortunate that sometimes certain Mistresses were inclined to take things too far or wanted to branch out on their own. Letting the injunction lapse was a sign of the trust that The Sisterhood placed in her. Madam Dark had been dismissed, but it was best that Andy never mention what had happened, and they expected Jane to ensure that.
A maid came in to clear away their coffee cups and inform Mistress Martingale that the stables were ready for them. Mistress Martingale opened the French windows of the drawing room and led the way. As they turned the corner into the stable yard, she pointed to a double sulky. “We’ll be going out in that,” she said.
“I thought we were going for a hack round the grounds and the lanes.”
“No, I thought something a little more lively, and a chance for us both to use the whip,” she added with a smile, “although we won’t be racing. Not today, at least.”
“But where is the horse?”
“Just coming, Lady Jane, just coming. And it’ll be a pony not horse. We only do sulky trotting with ponies.”
Jane was horrified to see Andy being led out from one of the stalls. “But that’s Andy!” she exclaimed. “My Andy!”
“Yes, and doesn’t he look good. He makes a perfect pony. Look at that high knee lift.”
“But he came here for a tour of the stables and his course.”
“He’s already started. You must be pleased with the progress he’s making.”
“But I booked him on the Summer Training Academy for Business Leadership Education!”
“That’s right, Lady Jane, our STABLE programme.”
“But I wanted him to learn about business, not to become a ponyboy,” pleaded Jane as Ms Dane fastened the traces to his corset and attached reins to his bridle.
“Ponygirl, if you please, Lady Jane. We expect our ponies to be delicately feminine. He’ll be a compliant filly by the time we’ve finished with him. Shall we get seated?” she said leading Jane towards the sulky. “You’ll probably need a drop lash to get him going,” passing Jane a long tasselled whip. “You can save your crop for later. Oh, and by the way, I’ve booked Madame Sheila to be his Bed Mistress during his stay. I expect he’ll respond well to an older lady. Sheila already looks after Ms Dane and I’m sure Andy will fit right in.”
“Ms Dane?” queried Jane.
“Yes, Ms Dane. Ms Dane is one of most promising graduates from the programme.”
“But, I thought …….”
“……. that Ms Dane was a girl. Well, she is now. A Stablegirl.”
“But …..”
“Trust me Lady Jane, Ms Dane is now a very feminine boy. She too was a maid, and then a ponygirl. She liked the stables and Knightley Manor so much that Ms Lange and Madam Sheila adopted her as their stablegirl and sissy. A perfect combination. As I said, Andy can learn so much from Ms Lange and Ms Davis. I know he’s going to learn a lot from Madame Sheila. Now give, Andy a flick, we need to get going.”
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