Hi Everyone
Happy Wednesday my Friends
Some of you have asked where you can send your favourite Christeen pics for Fridays. Well just email me at sweetandylatex@gmail.com and I'll post what I can.
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Now here are a few treats to see you all over that midweek hump.
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First off, Happy Birthday Blog legend Amanda Holden, get this, she is 55, I mean that is insane ,she is amazing.
I am a great lover of winter sports having had lots of chance to ski when I lived in France,So watching the olympics has been fun,especially when in the hands of the adorable, 4 times olympian, Chemmy Alcott.
How do we move on from that, well we can always rely on Kitka to take us out of this world to where Mars Needs Sissies.
Loving those, Thanks Kit XX
(as mentioned by Kitka, see this ain't just thrown together)
in a gorgeous brown leather skirt, complete with thigh high slit,
something told me that I needed to take a wee peak through the shiny lens at a couple of recently released pics of my favourite Breakfast presenter and yep, I was right.
There is a giddiness about Sally in the first one that makes her excited disbelief at wearing latex clear
Here is comes folks.
The final part ( Only for now we hope) of Mistress LeatherBeths brilliantly imaginative story of Village life.
This is superb and I thank Mistress Leather Beth for her time and talents.
Read On
More Fun In The Village
Chapter 5
Mayfield was famously partial to Polo mints, to the extent that Mr Choudhury made sure that he kept the village shop well stocked up at all times. However, Mayfield had overlooked to make a purchase during his earlier visit to the shop, and was strolling back in that direction to ensure that he didn’t run out. It then dawned on him that he hadn’t received any messages so far today.
At the moment that Mr Choudhury saw him approaching, and picked up a ten pack in readiness, he noticed Mayfield stop and withdraw his phone from his inside pocket. He then began tapping briskly. There it was. Settings, notifications. Somehow, the switch had toggled into the off position. Tap. A couple of seconds later the first ‘ting’ rang out, drawing his attention to a message from Alice on the Parish WhatsApp group. Prayers were solicited for Mayfield, and everyone was informed that she would be taking services until further notice. The coming Sunday’s scripture readings were listed. Alice was so efficient. Mayfield couldn’t help thinking that promotion to her own Parish would come quite soon. She hadn’t been to visit him yet, but the work she’d done was just as valuable. She’d be along in the next few hours.
Mr Choudhury stepped outside and wrapped Mayfield’s free hand around the Polos. He liked Mayfield. Everyone liked Mayfield, even the small number who’d expected him to condemn Andy - and they’d now seen the error of their ways. Mayfield tried to locate the pocket containing his small change with his third hand, but Mr Choudhury, with wave and head shake, made it clear that the Polos were on the house.
“The least I can do in your predicament,” he said.
Mayfield barely had time to express his thanks; he realised that messages and texts were accumulating. The next was from Bishop Karen who, in addition to her version of all the kind words that were pouring in, was advising him that he needn’t, for the time being, worry about the committee he was due to vice-chair.
Almost everyone in the village, attending or otherwise, was being very kind electronically. Mayfield was close to being overwhelmed.
Back at the Hall Jane and Siobhan were enjoying pre-lunch glasses of Pinot Grigio when Jane had a light bulb moment, and left the room. It only took her a couple of minutes to locate Martina and Jessica in the Kitchen. The snogging was quite heavy, but it Was merely snogging.
“Martina, dear,” she said, “it’s occurred to me that you should pop home as soon as possible and collect your bag, complete with all your ‘special’ items. The sooner we get you set up here at the Hall, the better.”
“I’d need a lift, Lady Jane,” said Martina, “as well as clearing matters with Derek.”
“Indeed. I’ll speak to Derek. But Siobhan and I have had, shall we say, a little wine tasting session here, so I don’t think that she or I are in a proper state, and Tori said something about she and Jessica popping back to Mayfield Court for their luggage. I’ll see if Kat can do us a favour.”
Jane reached for her phone. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause.
“Hello.”
“Hello. Kat? It’s Jane. I was wondering if you could do us a favour.”
“If I can.”
“It’s Martin. I know that nothing happening in the village escapes you, so you’ll be aware that he’ll be staying with us for a few weeks, and we’ll be helping with his feminisation. We were looking for someone to take him home this afternoon to help pick up his bag, his make up, lingerie, etc.”
“I’m sorry, Jane, but I’ve just started my shift. But Jojo isn’t on duty. I’m sure she’d be happy to help.”
“Really?” said Jane. “I didn’t realise that Jojo could drive.”
“Oh, yes. She passed her test a couple of weeks ago.”
“Do give her my congratulations,” said Jane. “Anyway, it’s a twenty minute journey roughly, so if she can pick Martin up from here at the Hall in about a quarter of an hour, we should be fine.”
“No problem,” said Kat, and hung up.
At that moment Martin returned from clearing matters with Derek.
“Right,” Jane said, “Jojo will pick you up in a quarter of an hour.”
Martina nodded, and then rang his mother.
“How are you, dear,” she said as she answered the phone.
Martina explained about having to stay in the village for two or three weeks. She then paused before saying, “Mum, I’ll need my blue bag as well.”
“Oh, that’s sweet,” said his mother.
Still wearing his work clothes, Martin was quite nervous as he approached the Nissan.
Jojo leaned across and unlocked the passenger door, and as it opened, Martin feasted on the site of Jojo’s pants, smooth, tight, glossy black leather (with a hint of camel toe?), together with her Juvia Drama Queen lipstick, Charlotte Tilbury chocolate bronze shadow and combat boots.
“How are you doing, Martina?” asked Jojo.
“Erm, yes, thanks, yes,” said Martina. “Good.”
“Relax,” smiled Jojo, “we’re all girls together. By the way, how long have you been a femboi?”
”Me? Oh, er, I was fifteen when my mother caught me in her baby blue satin lingerie.”
“Her reaction?”
“It was weird. The word she used was delighted!”
“Aw, that’s sweet,” said Jojo, “it’s always lovely when Mummy is happy when her son wants to be her daughter. I was lucky in that way, too.”
“And your girlfriend? I hear she’s quite popular in the village.”
“Kat? O, yes. Everyone loves her. And she’s the best thing that could have happened to me. And the feeling’s mutual. How about you?”
“Me? Oh, well, in the last few hours I seem to have acquired Jessica, and she’s acquired a need for my cock.”
“Really? Do fill me in.”
And with that, Jojo and Martina settled into a fem-boi-girl chat as they proceeded on their way to pick up Martin’s luggage and Martina’s equipment.
As the Nissan was leaving for Martin’s house, Tori was speaking to Jessica.
“Jessica, dear, if we’re going to stay here for several days, helping to care for my brother, we’re going to need to expand our wardrobe, etc. I’ve phoned Mrs Tucker and let her know what we’ll need. She’ll pack for us and have it ready, so the round trip to Mayfield Court will only take a little more than a couple of hours. It’ll be OK. I’ve not had a drink, and in Martina’s absence it’s not as though you’ll have a ‘playmate’ until she’s back. You’ll need to stay here as I’ll be strapping luggage behind me. So here,” she said, handing over a box to Jessica, “you can have a session of dildo fun.”
With that, some ten minutes later, the Royal Enfield was heading north at a good lick.
All this time, Andy and Will had been indulging in a little afternoon delight. Will asked Andy, “have you had any ideas of how to help Martina?”
“Nothing specific,” said Andy. “I was hoping that Kerry might have one of two ideas. She’s still at the Grange, so we could get her to come round when she’s finished her meeting with George Cooper.”
“Good thinking, said Andy. I’ll ring her.”
“Tap. Tap. Tap, Click.”
“Thith ith the Grange. May I be of athithtanth?”
“Belinda? It’s Andy. Is Kerry still with you? We’d rather like a chat with her.”
“Ah, good afternoon, Mitth Andy. I’ll path on a methage. We’ll be finithing our dithcouthionth in a few minuteth. The thaid the would be returning to the Hall thith afternoon, tho the thould be with you in a half hour or tho.”
“Thank you very much, Belinda,” said Andy, “and give our regards to Lady Magdalena.”
“You’re motht welcome, Mith.”
Siobhan ended the call, and began thinking. Misty (Nurse Emma Carter)’s call had been quite emotional. Misty desperately wanted to continue to be a ponygirl. Her enthusiasm for ponyplay was borderline extreme. Siobhan’s explanation that the stables’ landlord was a close crony of Clive Horrabin, and would be unwilling to give Siobhan, or any woman, access to the Stables premises, or the slightest possibility to take over, simply didn’t register with Misty. Siobhan was at a loss.
The Nissan pulled up outside Martina’s house. As Martina was getting out, Jojo was surprised to be invited inside.
“Mum!”
A blonde Milf in a classy a-line burgundy leather skirt descended the stairs.
“Martina, dear,” she said.
Martina turned to Jojo. “This is my Mum, Laura. Mum, this is Jojo. She lives in the village where I’ll be staying for work for the next two or three weeks.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Jojo. And we’re very grateful to you and everyone else who’s helping Martina to achieve her ambition.”
“Our pleasure,” said Jojo.
Martina picked up a small suitcase and a large holdall from behind the front door and, after a hug from his Mother, she and Jojo returned to the Nissan, and they set off back. It had been a long day, and it was past meal time.
A couple of minutes later he received another text, this one from Tori. Apparently the regular odd job man, who dealt with maintenance at Mayfield Court, had handed in his notice, and Mrs Tucker (apparently Tori’s Housekeeper) was enquiring about advertising the vacancy. Tori had wondered whether Martina might be interested, and had pointed out that it might regularly involve working alongside Jessica. ‘What should I do?’, wondered Martina.
A couple of minutes later, Martin received a text from Derek. Apparently the dehumidifiers had been delivered to the vicarage. Derek’s message proceeded to give Martin the necessary instructions. These seemed quite straightforward, and Martin looked forward to plenty of time as Martina, and fun with Jessica.
“Auntie,” said Andy, “can I ask you a question?”
“Of course, Andy dear,” she replied. “What is it about?”
“It’s to do with Mayfield,” said Andy.
“What about Mayfield?”
“Are you and he ever going to get together? It’s quite obvious that he’s besotted, and we all know how fond you are of him.”
“Andy! That’s rather personal!”
“Have a word with Kat, then. Several weeks ago, she spoke to Mayfield on the same subject.”
“Really?”
“Yes. So, what are you going do? Anything?”
“Andy. This isn’t like you.”
A sheepish Andy replied, “It just seems such a waste, for both of you.”
Jane stood up and strode around the room for a couple of minutes before saying, “Andy, you have to understand. Mayfield is such a quiet, private, shy individual. For me to go steaming in would be the worst possible course of action.”
“So that means never?” asked Andy.
“Never say never,” said Jane.
So there, for the time being, we are.
Will Chloë return to her job at HotHouse, or become a full time dungeon resident?
What ideas, if any, will Andy and Kerry come up with for Martina?
Will Siobhan find a way around the problem of ponygirl misogyny?
Does Martina take the job?
How will the vicarage repairs come along?
And the number one question. What happens with Jane and Mayfield?
Maybe some (all?) of these questions will be answered sooner rather than later...............
To be continued WE HOPE
XXX
Andy
After that cliffhanger, I'll have to start at the end (edge?) and work backwards. What a fabulous read! Mistress Leatherbeth brings the Village to life with such a wonderful cast of characters. I really do think the BBC is missing a trick in not engaging her for an updated (perv) version of The Archers. Surely worth a pilot edition at a minimum? (Do any BBC commisssioning editors read this Blog? I bet at least one does even if they don't admit it.) A brilliant story and an ending leaving us thirsting for more. (And for Mistress Leatherbeth, I'd swallow.)
ReplyDeleteThe Travelling Alone sequence continues to delight. I can see a saga beckoning. And Ms Davidson is definitely not on a SAGA holiday but something altogether more delightful.
The shiny lens has worked its magic as ever. The logo on Sally's latex top is a very nice touch. But Sally in that skirt is already a feast for the eyes. As is Chemmy. She's come a long way from the promising young British skier sponsored by Hendersons of a few years back. Maturing like fine wine.
Kitka continues to weave a marvellous story. Thank you Kitka. I hope the tales of Ms Naga run and run. (And she finds new worlds and new sissies to explore.)
And Ms Holden is magical. I just hope we get to see a collaboration between her and Rhys Jenner at some point. Come on McVities! You know what the public wants. And it isn't just chocolate digestives.
S xxX