This is a blog about Kinky stuff, at no point are any of the characters under the age of consent. This is the story of a young man discovering his true self with the guidance of a loving and understanding Aunt. It is a tricky world for those who are searching for identity and we should all offer our love and support to those who are struggling.
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Friday, 4 September 2026
Classic Christeen
Wednesday, 2 September 2026
So much fun on Wednesday
Hi Everyone
Said I'd be back and I'm not going to mess about with waffle. Lets get into the fun
We always try to start with an icon in something shiny and in the past week it has been the stunning and every stylish Elizabeth Hurely who has stepped forward to claim the crown as she front a new Joseph Ribkoff She icons campaign.
Our amazing friend Amber has just sent me these. I love these, these show so much imagination. Andy is at the forefront of a new campaign and Amber is in charge.
Tricky to pick a favourite, but I think Cleopatra gets my vote. Just loving that Egyptian look.
And if you wanna see more, including an awesome pic of Andy and Aunt Jane dancing in the club, pop over to her Deviantart page. You will not be disappointed.
https://www.deviantart.com/capriciousamber
Here are three items all based on either my own classic art or one of my favorites' am working on something big involving my own art and over the next few weeks will be sharing some things as a tease.
If only they made Sci-Fi tv shows like these
These are by our friend Sissy Dani and give us another look into the world of Andy from another delightful angle.
Andy joins the cast of this classic UK competition show:10 out of 10, from us
Since I have been away this dropped on you tube. I love Helene Fischer she is an amazing performer and looks stunning in these outfits. The real Highlight is at about 4.11. She looks incredible in that short red outfit.
Now it would not be Wednesday without a little something from out dear friend Skinnie Stallion.
This is just a warm up for what id coming over the next few weeks when I publish Artistic Studies, by Skinnie over the next few weeks.
Too Much Information
By
Skinnie Stallion
Esme was on a high. She’d never felt like this. Was this what it was like if you took drugs? She wasn’t sure. There had been that time when Sharon had given her caffeinated rather than decaf at the hairdresser’s. Or when she’d been out in the sun too long and her mother had put her in a cold bath and said she was over excited. But this was different. The caffeine had given her a buzz but still less than her vibrator. This morning she was tingling all over. Still tingling. Especially down there. She wasn’t even sore. She felt young. She felt invigorated. She had to tell Rebecca. Fortunately, they had one of their coffee chats in the diary for that morning.
God, she was glad she’d bought that second Bergman boy. She knew Rebecca hadn't approved of the first. ‘Too soon after her Dad passed,’ her daughter had said. Why did Esme need help about the house, Rebecca had asked. But Stephan had been good for her. He’d got her out. He’d got her out of herself. He’d made her feel like a woman again rather than a grieving widow. As for getting a second, Rebecca despaired of her.
It went both ways. Sometimes Esme despaired of Rebecca. She was a lovely daughter but she still came across as Little Miss Prim. She was always so strait-laced and uptight. Boring even. Never even shopped at B&K despite Esme’s recommendations (and Loyalty Card Membership). Prudish, definitely.
“You just have to meet Daniel. You won’t believe it: I’ve had to change my pants twice this morning.” Esme was on a roll. “I’m so damp!”
“Are you sure I didn’t give you caffeinated, Mum?” Rebecca asked. “I know what you were like after the mistake at the Salon.”
“I don’t think so, dear. It’s just that I had such a wonderful day.” Esme continued telling Rebecca what had happened after Daniel’s delivery and the unboxing. “If anything I’m still a bit tired. I literally passed out yesterday totally exhausted. Woke up naked apart from my Loubous on the sunroom floor, covered in lip prints with Stephan beside me and Daniel …… Daniel was still down there! I mean, how he breathes I do not know.”
“Whoa Mum!” Rebecca raised a hand trying to halt her mother’s tale of her recent experiences with her two B&K Boys. It had been bad enough hearing her stories about Stephan but this new one seemed to have got her Mum all fired up. And wet. “No, I don’t need to know that. Thank you very much.”
“Oh, but you do. I know you didn't like me getting Stephan ……”
“No I didn’t, and why you need a second mystifies me.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Having Stephan was lovely but getting Daniel has lifted things to another level. He certainly lifted me. Kneeled down, settled me on my back then pulled me forward so my legs were over his shoulders. He raised me up and set to work while Stephan kissed me.”
“Mum!”
“No, you need to hear this. Doing it like that means he doesn’t get a crick in his neck. He can go on much longer than the way Stephan used to do it.”
“Mum! Too much information.”
“Not at all, dear. It’s all very healthy.”
“They didn’t ….. you know….. did they?”
“No darling, of course not! Whatever must you think of me, even though some cock would be nice? It’s been so long since your father……”
“Mum! TMI! TMI!”
“No, like I was saying, I went for the ‘No Fuck’ option when I selected both Boys. Neither are that way inclined although both were rock hard while kissing me and licking me out.”
“Mum! That’s an image I’m going to struggle to get out of my head. Two men with stiff cocks molesting you.”
“Not molesting, darling: servicing me. And not men: they’re B&K Boys and good girls. They’ve been properly trained at Bergmans.”
“So why the hard cocks?”
“Well, I think the Boys enjoyed their work and rather took a shine to each other. I believe Stephan’s been broody for a while. It was one of my reasons for getting Daniel. I think when I was asleep Daniel attended to Stephan’s needs. At least both had smiles on their faces when they brought me my breakfast and helped me shower and dress.”
“You mean Daniel and Stephan? Daniel fuc…….”
“There’s no need to be crude, darling. All perfectly natural. Stephan’s a very pretty girl.”
“Yes, I know what Stephan looks like. And Daniel?”
“Oh, he’s even prettier. More feminine even. You wouldn’t think he’d have those appetites. Anyway, Daniel said he’s dying to meet you. I think he could teach your Solomon a thing or two. So I said I’d bring them round this afternoon. Is that OK with you, dear?”
“Whaaaaaaat?”
XXX
Andy
Monday, 31 August 2026
New Art. Andy's New Bedtime part 2
Friday, 28 August 2026
Classic Christeen with Miss Kimmi
Monday, 24 August 2026
New Art: I do?
Friday, 21 August 2026
Miss Kimmi and Christeen
January 2019 PDQ - 1281 - 1/18/24 - Julia’s friend is quite impressed how feminine and girly her once nephew is. Julia is quite at peace how dainty Chris has become as her lovely niece. Chris wouldn’t dream of venturing outside, even if she could access her street dresses with a key. This wonderful Christeen poster debuted January 1, 2018 on Petticoat Discipline Quarterly, which featured Christeen’s art for 20 years until publisher Auntie Helga passed away in late October 2021.
Monday, 17 August 2026
New Art. Andy's new bedtime
Friday, 14 August 2026
From miss Kimmi
Wednesday, 12 August 2026
Wednesday full house
Did he but know it, Owen was quickly becoming a lynchpin in Claudia Bramley’s special projects group. Without effective financing, the group would not be able to function. The fact that Owen was oblivious to what he was doing was an obvious plus point. The absence of an enquiring mind continued to surprise and delight Claudia. Owen also had a profound work ethic, no doubt engrained in him by his mother. If he ever seemed tired and needing motivation, Claudia simply needed to dangle the prospect of a few hours with Geoffrey as a reward for successful completion of an assignment.
‘Follow the money’ is a standard investigative procedure coined by Watergate’s Deepthroat. Tracking money flows can reveal a network of nefarious activity. Fortunately no-one in Interpol or the intelligence services has seen the need to explore the workings of The B&K Temping Agency or to recognise the better axiom of ‘Follow the sissy’. But then intelligence would be the last thing anyone would expect in B&K Temping’s special agent and very own ‘Deeptongue’. In Owen they might find a buttplug most always, a mouthful of clit quite often, a strapon on occasion, a cock if he is lucky, but never intelligence.
Claudia Bramley is careful to select finance companies with female principals who are likely to be susceptible to Owen’s charms. This month she has sent Owen to build relationships with AXON Global. AXON has finance affiliates in Caribbean tax havens as well as close links with local legal practices. The Caribbean will provide Bergman and Knightley with a significant stepping stone into potentially lucrative South America markets as well as presenting a new route into the lower states of the US.
It doesn’t take Owen long to work his magic. He’s going up in the world and quickly gains access to all areas. The beauty of using Owen is that nothing can be intercepted. There’s no need for emails, letters or phone calls when you have Owen as a go-between. Nothing need be written down or recorded. Claudia knows that no-one will suspect a pretty, but (sorry Owen) thick as pig shit Office Sissy. Looks can deceive. Despite little between the ears, they won't know he has the virtue of being able to remember short, coded messages especially if they rhyme.
AXON is quite comfortable providing letters of credit and escrow accounts for Brunnings and Keenan, or whatever registered shell company Claudia has set up for this venture. All Owen has to do is transfer the details. It can take a while for Owen to remember the message. It has to be rammed into him. It can take a while before Owen gets the rhythm and is able to chant it back. Owen loves these teach-in sessions. Maybe he’s a slow learner for a reason. Perhaps he’s cleverer than we give him credit for.
Today he’s with Isabel Noren, AXON’s lawyer. She needs to finalise some details with Claudia Bramley. After the Panama Papers and given the sensitive nature of Bergman and Knightley’s shadow operations , it’s far too important to entrust to normal mail services. Owen is naturally the preferred route. Owen’s been finding that Ms Noren wants a lot of his time even when there aren't any messages to convey. Ms Bramley tells him not to worry since it helps establish his cover story. Cover story? Owen doesn’t understand. He simply thinks that Ms Noren likes fucking him. He certainly likes her fucking him.
Today is just another cover session. “Thank you Owen. That was most professional, as ever,” says Ms Noren after Owen’s finished giving her another licking out.
“You are welcome Ms Noren. Please may I be excused to the bathroom.” Owen feels desperate. Not only does he need a pee after spending an hour beneath her desk but he’s also got a massive hard-on. Ms Noren had work to do and hasn’t fucked him which has left him on edge. He leans forward trying to hide the errant bulge in his skirt. He wishes he’d tucked. He should have remembered that she only fucks him after hours or at weekends when the office is quiet.
“Of course, just let me know if you need a hand.”
"That would be very helpful Ms Noren. Because of the new law, I still get some looks when I use the ladies bathroom so it helps if someone from management takes me there."
"I understand, Owen. I don't think some of our more junior staff really appreciate the role of Office Sissy. They will of course, in time. Sorry, if they're unprofessional. At the moment, they only pay lip service to AXON being an equal opportunities employer."
"Thank you so much, Ms Noren," said a surprised Owen, misunderstanding, as ever, what the executive was saying, "some lip service would be lovely. It's been so long.........."
"Don't get ahead of yourself, sissy boy. A helping hand was all I was offering."
"That would still be very nice, thank you." Provided Ms Noren had time and even if he didn’t get sucked, Owen was looking forward to her giving him nice slow wank in one of the Ladies’ cubicles. He could always grind on his Hummingbird and dream of Geoffrey. Perhaps he can practise that rhyme with each jerky stroke she gives him.
13. Office Politics: In-flight Entertainment
If Owen had thought, he would have realised that Ms Bramley’s offer of a trip to Miami would come with strings attached. He was looking forward to a few days of sun and sand or just relaxing by the pool to recuperate after his boob job. He was proud of his two new puppies and wanted to pamper them. He’d heard about some the clubs in Miami and thought they would provide a perfect playground to show them off.
Fortunately, Ms Bramley knows that one of the great virtues of her pretty Office Sissy, the crowning jewel of The B&K Temping Agency, is that he doesn’t think very deeply. It’s his special talent. And with his new breasts, he’s got even more to offer. They’re her reward to him for performing so well since becoming a full-time B&K Boy in her special group.
B&K’s Caribbean operation has been growing rapidly in the last few months, helped significantly by Owen. Financing the expansion has presented few difficulties thanks to his strenuous efforts with AXON. The remarkable growth in the Caribbean has prompted Bergman’s senior management to pivot away from Latin America towards more a lucrative markets. Cruise liners have proved fertile ground for both for hire and sales of B&K Boys. Lots of widowed ladies appreciate having a companion for their cruise, especially one they can take home with them afterwards. And it’s not just single ladies. Older couples find a B&K Boy can bring back that extra bit of sparkle, while honeymoon couples find that a B&K Boy can cater for all tastes in a marriage and not just in the kitchen.
Business is so good that it’s required an expansion of recruitment and B&K training facilities in the UK. Tempting as it might be for B&K to open up supply by introducing cheaper Latin American sissies, US customers prefer a British Sissy with impeccable manners and a loveable accent. It also means B&K can avoid imitations and maintain prices. Counterfeit B&K Boys have already become a serious problem on the internet. Cheap Chinese sissies may be available but they tend to be unwilling Incels exported by the Chinese government to relieve their growing domestic pressures. Customers prefer the authentic and readily distinguishable article from B&K UK: a British B&K Boy is always eager to please.
And there is no B&K Boy more authentic than Owen, boobs notwithstanding. Claudia allowed him a few weeks at the B&K Health Spa to recuperate after his surgery and for deportment training in how to walk properly with his new front loading. He’s also been given some extra padding in his bum so he can now really wiggle. A strict diet and exercise helped Owen’s new figure to develop its own natural curves while scarring and soreness diminished. Waiting a few weeks also means that he’s safe to fly. She wouldn’t want anything untoward happening to her prize asset.
Owen finds he’s not flying as a passenger to Miami but as a temporary member of cabin crew. B&K Air may not yet rival SlickAir as a prestige carrier, but it knows how to turn on the style for valued customers or business partners. Over the last few days, B&K’s managment in London has been entertaining Kassidy Dallas, an entrepreneur skilled in supplying talent to fashionable Florida resorts like Sarsaparilla and Mor-o-labia. A private flight back is the least B&K can provide, especially when Claudia has placed Owen aboard and ready to give his fun bags an excursion.
“Ms Dallas, this is Owen, your personal hostess. We hope you enjoy your flight,’ says the Pilot.
“Ah, so this is the famous British Sissy I have heard so much about. Quite a girl, ain’t she?”
“Yes, Ms Dallas. He’s here for your exclusive use. Anything you need, he’ll be on hand to serve you. Won't you Owen?’
“Oooh, can I sit on your hand, please?” asks silly Owen to Kassidy’s surprise.
“Wait until we’re airborne, Owen,” interjects the Second Officer. “I’m sorry Ms Dallas, he is new to carbon crew duties but very keen, as you can see. She turns to Owen: “Remember Owen, these are separate seat aisles. You’ll have to sit on the arm of Ms Dallas’ chair or bend over in the aisle if you want that, but your priority is catering for Ms Dallas’ needs not your own. When we’re airborne, you may want to show Ms Dallas how her seat reclines and can be made up into a bed.”
“Yes, Second Officer,” says a slightly crestfallen Owen. He’s not used to taking instructions like that.
“Don’t worry, Owen,” says Kassidy in a reassuring slow southern drawl, “Ah’m sure you an’ I are gonna get along jus’ fine. Jus’ fine. Now what’s a southern gal gotta do to git a drink round here before you an’ me takes off.”
Oh how we hope for more from Owen and the ladies.
But wait, did I not promise something to send me off on my summer break in style.
Good morning Britain, this is the news
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See you soon

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