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Wednesday, 21 July 2021

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Hi Everyone
   Sorry if this is a little under-powered today, the wheels nearly came off my world last night but we are all OK now I think.
  But let us not dwell, let us get into the fun stuff and that means the final two chapters (only for now I hope) in Mandy Sweet Hearts awesome story Hello! Plus a few other bits and bobs to toy with.
Thank you all for being such fun. Biggest Hugs and kisses
XX
Andy


Thank you so much for this Mandy, you are a gem 

Previously

Hello!
The Missing Chapters. Part Two.
By Mandy Sweet Heart.


Chapter Five.


Although Lady Jane may have had an unbelievably awe-inspiring Friday evening, the same could not be said for Andy. After struggling his way into a very tightfitting latex uniform he allowed the deckhand, whose name he quickly discovered was Tony, to polish it, and Andy was just grateful that Will could not witness the way it was being brought to a gleaming shine. Andy was of the opinion that it would have been less humiliating if Will had caught Jane polishing one of his outfits a year ago.
After worming his way into a snug latex uniform, for the rest of the afternoon Andy and Tony were required to polish the brass accessories on the sizable yacht and by six o'clock he was more than appreciative to hear that they could have another shower. However, having seen how accomplished he was, Andy was dragged into more buffing chores the next day.
After lightly powdering his body, and despite Tony watching him with envious eyes, he easily decorated his facial features before reaching for a clean uniform. Unlike the first attempt, now that he knew how tight the uniform was he coated the inside of the latex with lubricant and eased his legs into the highly embracing fabric. Although he had thought it was a standard leotard, one that would reach his ankles, he realised the legs were more like a pair of plus fours, and using the hidden buttons he secured them into place, just below his knees, before hoisting the rest of the uniform over his shoulders so he could fasten the silver bib over his chest.
While Andy concentrated on the front, Tony smoothly burnished his back, and it didn’t take the two of them long before Andy was glowing again. Andy lowered himself to one of the stools and wriggled his feet into the six-inch heels so he could polish the above knee latex, and while he worked Andy asked. “Will you need any help, Tony?”
“Oh, you best attend to Ms. Lash-Buckle, I expect she is on deck already and you don’t want to keep her guest waiting.” Tony replied in a shaky voice, yet Andy was surprisingly pleased to be away from the young man as he found Tony somewhat tedious, this was due to the way Tony had been endlessly talking about cosmetics all morning, then Tony brightly added. “I’ll ask Michelle, he’s always eager to help me.”
With the uniform and boots gleaming, Andy went to leave the room but Tony yelped. “Don't forget the cuffs.”
Andy peered at his uniform, rearranged the tiny bow tie and noticed how he had forgotten cuffs, he quickly remedied the problem and pulled the leotard straight. “How do I look?” Andy asked, sure that he missed something else.
Tony checked Andys’ attire, and apart from shining the back of one of his heels, Tony enthusiastically announced. “I think you’re flawless.”
Andy soon found the mistress of the yacht gazing at the shoreline several miles away, and as Andy peered at the coast he thought he recognised it as part of northern Spain. He quickly proclaimed his presence, and although she had not waited very long, Ms. Lash-Buckle said. “Ah, Andy, at last.” She began evaluating Andys’ clothes, though she used her fingers to caress the latex, and she imagined that she had slyly brought it to a higher shine than Tony. 
When she was satisfied, she faced Andy and resumed talking. “You look lovely. Lady Jane must be very proud of you.” Hearing his Aunties’ name caused Andy to smile. “Don’t worry Andy, you will see her soon.” She watched as Andy relaxed slightly, yet Ms. Lash-Buckle hadn’t finished. “You will stand to my left, two steps back of course, and when I offer my guest a drink, Jordan will pass you a tray. That is until Princess Concetta is here, then when I apprise you, you will assist her. 
“Unless she doesn’t need you, then you will serve drinks to my other guests but you must keep one eye on Princess Concetta at all times, just in case she needs you.”
“As you wish, Ms. Lash-Buckle.” Andy said politely, yet he was still mystified why she didn’t just use her small army of beautifully feminised young men.
For the next hour Andy was finding the unrelenting heat beating down on his latex uniform to be more than unbearable, that was not to mention that he found the whole routine of simply standing around with nothing to do very boring. The few times that Lady Jane had insisted that he accompany her to a cocktail party she made sure that he was included, but with his aunt not being around Andy felt as if he was nothing more than a mannequin. 
Despite there having been no new guests arriving for the past twenty minutes, Andy hadn’t bothered to start a conversation with Jordan and he was about to see if Ms.Lash-Buckle was on the pool deck when she unexpectedly appeared at his side, and said. “Make sure your uniform is straight Andy. Princess Concetta will be here in a minute.”
Although he considered the latex adoring his body to be perfect, he immediately gave the leotard a gentle tug and waited for the woman to board.
As the stylishly tanned lady stepped on board Andy couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Ms. Lash-Buckle curtsey in front of the princess. Although the Princess appeared to be a sincere person Andy could tell she was an unassailable woman who was obviously of Mediterranean descent. He tried to overhear their conversation but that would mean he would have to be a step or two closer and Andy knew that Ms. Lash-Buckle would notice. Abruptly, Ms. Lash-Buckle turned to face him and said. “Champagne.”
Eventually he was allowed to step closer, but their convention had reached a lull, and as Andy operated the silver tray Ms. Lash-Buckle pointed to him and stressed. “I have designated Andy to assist you with your needs.”
Princess Concetta appeared to study Andy for a few seconds, then she turned to Ms. Lash-Buckle and in a rather annoying tone she said. “I thought you only used sissy boys.”
“Oh, we do your Highness. This is Andy or Andrew if you prefer. Unfortunately, he belongs to an acquaintance of the sisterhood and I’m just using him this evening.”
Andy considered correcting Ms. Lash-Buckle, telling her that he only lived with his aunt and if he belonged to anyone it was his boyfriend, but Andy just kept silent and watched as the princess admired his looks. The princess took over a minute to circle him, all the while keeping at least one finger upon his body, when she again stood in front of Ms. Lash-Buckle, the princess chirped. “If I can have one that is half as pretty as this boy, I will be very happy.”
Andy could not believe his ears but Ms. Lash-Buckle grinned. “I’m sure we can accommodate your needs, your highness. Would you like to meet with my other guests?”
“I’m rather short on time.” Princess Concetta righteously announced. “I would like to start negotiations as soon as it can be arranged.”
“Of course your highness.” Ms. Lash-Buckle grovelled. “We can go to my cabin and begin if you wish.”
“I do.” The princess declared, then she turned back to Andy and whispered. “It was lovely to meet someone as beautiful as you.” Unsure of what to do, Andy merely gave a small curtsy.
Astonished at how Princess Concetta discretely spoke to Andy, Ms. Lash-Buckle turned to him and said. “That will be all for now Andy, assist the boys with the dignitaries and I will have someone let you know when you are needed.”
Andy was somewhat dumbfounded at this turn of events, he had been expecting to serve this one lady all evening, but as he watched the ladies enter the hallway to the cabins he quickly made his way to the pool.




   As this is a momentous point in the story, Chapter 6 will follow after this promo for an up-coming new series in the Fall schedule. 
  Andy Latex Is......... Young Xena. Warrior Princess 








And now back to the story


Chapter Six.

To say that the previous evening was completely different from what Andy had been anticipating would be an understatement. Until two in the morning Andy and the other boys simply went around serving drinks and canapes as requested, but Ms. Lash-Buckle and Princess Concetta remained out of sight.
The following morning, to the complete amazement of both Andy and Tony, they were woken by the sound of Ms. Lash-Buckle notifying Andy that it was time to wake up. As he looked at her with sleepy eyes she joyfully said. “It transpires that Princess Concetta was so taken by you, she is already willing to accept many of our services.” She ran her fingers through his messed up hair and resumed. “We will be back in England in a few hours so get yourself dressed and you may simply relax on deck if you wish.”
Even as Ms. Lash-Buckle exited the cabin, Andy couldn’t believe what he had just heard and Tony appeared to be the same. “Wow!” Tony exclaimed. “I’ve never seen Ms. Lash-Buckle looking so happy.”
Having beautifully decorated his facial features Andy inspected his blouse, merely making sure that the latex didn’t need a fresh polish, and he considered how he should have asked what time they hoped to dock, for the most part Andy wanted to be able to surprise Will and watch him kick a ball around, but even as he began to consider asking Tony, Andy knew that he would have no idea.
With his bits neatly tucked away, Andy draped the blouse over his shoulders and spiralled his arms lovingly down the sleeves of the soft latex before duplicating all the actions with his skirt.
With the pair of six-inch heels in their customary place, he made his way to the crew dining room for some much-needed breakfast, and while nibbling on half a grapefruit Andy wondered if should offer to ask if the crew needed help polishing the fixtures, but he quickly changed his mind when he thought that Ms. Lash-Buckle might consider the offer  to be a suggestion that Andy might wish to leave his aunt.
Once on deck he noticed how there were only a few deckhands around, and not wishing to get them into trouble by chatting to them, he smoothly made his way towards one of the loungers that he hoped would remain in the shade.
It was only when he felt himself shaken awake that Andy realised that he had been dozing, and though he could barely focus on the person who woke him, they quickly spoke. “We're back in the U.K. Andy, and when you’re ready your chauffeur is waiting for you.”
“Ugh!” Andy exclaimed as he noticed that it was Tony who had aroused him, but at the understanding that he was back home he quickly raised himself from the sunlounger. He embarrassingly eased his clothes away from his skin and asked his companion for direction to the pier.
Despite the way he still hadn’t adequately cleared his mind he made it safely into the rear of the limousine where the driver, who appeared to be the same one as the day before, asked. “Do wish to return to your aunts’ villa.”
Andy glanced around the sky and guessed it was past midday, yet without having to stop and think, Andy purred. “Oh, yes please, but do you have a bottle of water?”
The driver informed him that there was a bottle in the small fridge before closing the door and hurrying to the front of the car while Andy relaxed on the bench seat.
Initially Andy merely watched the scenery roll past, but as he began to recognise a few of the landmarks he almost wanted to yell at the driver and tell him to put his foot down. Eventually he relaxed again, and hardly realised that he was being driven through the gates to his aunts’ villa, but as the limousine came to a full stop the chauffeur leapt out and held the door open for him.
He was still unsure of the time, and when he saw the front door opening Andys’ first thought was how his aunt Jant had let him down by not bothering to support Will and his team, but this didn’t stop Andy from quickening his pace and rushing into Janes’ open arms. “Gosh, I missed you Aunt Jane.”
The two tightly embraced each other and Jane murmured. “I missed you too darling and I’m so happy that you’re home.”
Although they continued to hold on to each other, Andy saw a small movement unfolding further along the hallway. He peered towards the entrance to the kitchen and instantly caught sight of his boyfriend, forgetting about his aunt, Andy moved around her and rushed towards Will while noisily calling out his name.
Normally Lady Jane would have corrected Andy for acting in this manner, but as she watched them share a kiss, they clung to each other and she simply smiled.
“Oh Will, I love you so much.” Amdy sobbed.
“I would have thought you might have forgotten all about me by now.” Will teased.
“Never, never. You’re all I thought about...well, I thought about Auntie Jane too, but mostly it was just you, Will.”
Lady Jane had been about to wordlessly pass them and enter the kitchen, yet as she heard her nephew tenderly confess all to William, and although Jane understood how she was slightly less important to Andy than his boyfriend, she smiled softly and continued on her way.
“It was horrible.” Andy resumed. “I had to share a cabin with a young man and all he wanted to talk about was cosmetics. If I ever get that bad, just shoot me Will.”
“You can be worse than that at times.” Will said dryly, yet the delicious smile he had upon his lips told Andy that he was just playing with him and the two resumed gazing into their partners eyes.
Their devotion to one another was only disturbed by Lady Jane as she skipped out of the kitchen. Andy noticed how her hands were full but before he could ask anything, Jane joyfully announced. “Come on boys, we need to celebrate. I’m sure a little champagne won’t hurt either of you.”
With Lady Jane and Will sitting either side of him, Andy placed his glass upon the glass topped coffee table, he took hold of their hands and told them again how much he had missed them. 
After they had returned the sentiment, Andy turned to Will and asked. “How did the match go?”
In a totally astonishing tone, Will said. “You wouldn’t believe how enthusiastic Lady Jane can be Andy. I scored the only goal of the match and Lady Jane went absolutely  
wild. She was jumping up and down, well she only bent her knees but she was really cheering me on.”
Andy swiveled his head from left to right, it was almost as if he couldn’t be convinced by what he had heard about his aunt. “It’s true.” William said as he wondered if Andy would ever stop pivoting his head. “And you will never be able to guess just what Lady Jane has kindly offered me.”
“What?” Andy inquired and again he tried to look at them both at the same time, albeit this time it was slower, but as Jane would only smile and Andy finally fixed his gaze on Will and repeated. “What? Tell me!”
At first Will only smiled, yet when Will thought he had teased Andy enough he sheepishly said. “After your eighteenth birthday, Lady Jane has kindly offered to allow me to live here full time.”
Unable to understand what Will had just said, Andy turned to his aunt. She could see the words quivering upon his pink glossy lips and not wanting to cause him any distress, Jane said. “I thought it would be nice to have a gorgeous man about the house.” Then, almost as if the idea had just occurred to her, she asked. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve invited Kitty to your party.”
“You haven’t seen her again?” Andy asked doubtfully.
“Yes,” Jane replied gleefully, “we had a lovely meal and a long chat. And not that it’s any of your business,” Jane leaned over to give him a little kiss before continuing, “but we’re going to try for a relationship, though it will be at her pace. So poor Will better get used to seeing lots of feminine things scattered around the place.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” Will said, “as long as I have Andy.”
As Will began to speak some more, Andy allowed the news to sink in and suddenly he hugged his aunt and stressed. “That’s wonderful Auntie Jane, I do hope you’re both happy. I can’t wait for my birthday now, thank you so much for letting Will stay with us.”



To Be Continued.....I hope 


Now this might seem random, but I just love this picture, because it reminds me so much of the parties and dinners I was invited to when I was with my friends in Lyon. Often it would only be me in something shiny, but that was just the fun of it. I really do miss those days and can't wait to be allowed back.



And now and for no reason other than I like them, some of the stunning boots that have caught my eye of late.Plus a gorgeous white and Gold image from our dear Lee.


I adore the chain detail on these


These look so soft, I bet the lining is so smooth
 Love the colour and finish



Same as these, so smooth and deep

Amazing colour, total favourite

I just find this so beautiful.





And Finally a couple of promos.This time for the new series of American Horror





Wednesday, 23 June 2021

Wednesday round up time

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Hi Everyone
  Wednesday is here and that means the penultimate chapter of Mistress LeatherBeth's awesome story The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion.
  It also means to usual collection of bits and bob, videos and photos, but I will let you find all of those for yourselves.
XX
Andy


The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion
By Mistress LeatherBeth
Chapter 9

George and Kerry glanced at each other as Olga got herself organised, switching on the laptop before shuffling through the documents in the folder. The screen flickered and an attractive fair haired female face appeared. She exchanged a few words in Russian with Olga, who then introduced her as Tatiana Alexandrovna Groncharkova, Junior Counsel of the Fifth Directorate of the FSB.
“I believe that we may save a great deal of time if you just study this document,” said Tatiana, as Olga passed it across.
George took it and he and Kerry read it in growing disbelief.
“Erm, Olga…,”
“Dmitrovna,” prompted Kerry under his breath.
“…Dmitrovna,” said George, “I don’t quite understand. This document seems to imply that the FSB will be taking no action to prevent the deal which Cooper Amalgamated is proposing.”
“On the contrary,” said Olga, “if the Second Directorate had any knowledge of what you had in mind, they would move with Extreme Prejudice. They do not, however, have any such knowledge. You are fortunate that intelligence of your intentions fell into the hands of the Fifth, which is, for all practical purposes, Tatiana Alexandrovna and myself.”
“But surely,” interrupted George, “you informed them and the Kremlin immediately.”
“Now, why on earth should we do such a thing? Oh! You’ve been assuming that we owe unfailing loyalty to Vladimir Vladimirovich? Really, George, for someone as astute as yourself, I’d have expected a little more nuanced understanding of Russian politics. No, I think it is safe to say that Tatiana Alexandrovna and myself allowed our membership of the Putin Fan Club to lapse many years ago”
“Let me get this straight,” said Kerry. “In return for a ‘non interference fee’ payable to you two ladies, Cooper Amalgamated will be allowed to proceed with its plans?”
“My dear Kerry,” said Olga, “your actual plans are brilliant. Your contract wording is a masterpiece of, er, what is the English word, obfuscation. Your money laundering structure is a joy to behold. You are so close to achieving perfection that we feel minded to allow you to proceed. For a consideration.”
“Ah, yes, your fee. A little matter of Two Hundred and Fifty Million US dollars.”
“You will see from document F that we are not unskilled in the laundry ourselves.”
“What do you reckon, Mr. C? Given that this morning we thought we were taking on the might of Russian intelligence, we now seem to be looking at a painless Eight Hundred Million dollars. These two ladies are taking at least as big a risk as we are, so their discretion is assured. By the way, isn’t the tea interval due to finish in a minute or two?”
“Don’t worry about that,” said George, “I had a word with Matt Crawford earlier. He won’t ring the bell until we’re ready. After all, light isn’t going to be a problem.”

Kat got the team together once they’d all grabbed their sandwiches and cups of tea.
Her talk stressed concentration and avoiding complacency. She reminded them to be ready to help JoJo by backing up in case of overthrows. She suspected that Derrington might even benefit from the lack of Chris Mills’ odious personality. Neil Carter and Rufus to open the bowling, hopefully bring on Will and Budgie for their first spells around the twelfth over.

George and Kerry still had a few more questions but, after Tatiana had explained the protocols for the cloud based contract exchange, verification and registration system procedures which they were using in conjunction with numerous banks (at least two of which weren’t Swiss), with fully guaranteed dual option part payment tranches, George committed Cooper Amalgamated to the deal. As Kerry had said that morning, by the end of the summer, the buyers whom George had lined up to pay handsomely for the rights, licenses, etc. which had just come into Cooper Amalgamated’s possession, would have made close to a billion dollars for Hamilton Associates, a wholly owned subsidiary Belinda Llc., a Cayman based company which was itself a subsidiary of a Jersey based shell company named Magdelena Enterprises, which was 100% owned by a partnership registered in the Bahamas… But you get the picture.
George went to the Committee room door, opened it and nodded to Matt Crawford, who immediately went to the front of the Pavilion and rang the bell for the end of the tea interval. George donned his white coat and straw hat and made to take his place beside Matt.

As Olga tidied up after their successful deliberations, Kerry said, “I assume you and Tatiana Alexandrovna will be keeping a low profile and heading straight off to a remote island immediately when you leave here.”
“My dear Kerry, not in the least. For one thing, we have a very busy work schedule lined up. For example, we are just going into post production for a new blockbuster, ‘Славянские мальчики-рабы’, ‘Slavic Slaveboys’, and now would be the worst possible time to draw attention to ourselves. Our own laundry will not be able to make a start on dealing with the first instalment of our fee, the initial Five Million, until it is processed by your bank on Monday morning, let alone the rest of it. Until absolutely all of our arrangements are in place, our safest location is at our desks in Moscow. After all, we have the total trust of Vladimir Vladimirovich. In a few months time it may be noticed that we have both taken leave at the same time, which may raise an eyebrow, but nothing more will be made of our absence for several weeks. But by then we will be who knows where, travelling on who knows which passports.”
Kerry, by now somewhat slack jawed, simply smiled. Shaking the Colonel’s hand he said, “Olga Dmitrovna, I wish you and Tatiana Alexandrovna every good fortune.” “And I, you,” she replied. “Give our best wishes to Belinda and Lady Magdelena. And Kerry, my dear, I hope you get laid very soon. Oh, don’t look so surprised. After all, I am a spy.” 

Izzy perused the paperwork George had handed to her just inside the Pavilion door. Her eyebrows rose and it was possible to imagine her counting the number of zeros quoted. “George, have I told you recently that you are a truly superb businessman? I think this deserves some form of celebration. I shall be in the garage later.”
“The pit? Oh, yeth, Mithtreth,” breathed Belinda.
“Very well,” said Magdalena, “you have a second innings to umpire, after which you may join the team for a drink, but if you are not back at The Grange by ten thirty, it will go badly for you.” She then strode inside.
“Yeth, Mithtreth,” whispered Belinda, before setting the alarm on his phone for ten thirty five, his face one huge smile.

Kat seemed to have been right. If the spring in the steps of the Derrington openers, Lee Baxter and Phil Webster were anything to go by, as they jogged down the Pavilion steps, Chris Mills’ decampment had indeed lifted a weight from their shoulders.
Neil took the first over and was almost successful immediately. His first delivery was too good for Lee. It pitched on off and moved away but failed to find the edge. The ball thudded into Jojo’s gloves, and he immediately adjusted his stance several steps backwards. Neil was deceptively swift.
However, the first wicket was not long in coming. The second ball of Neil’s second over was slightly overpitched. Phil’s big stride down the pitch, however, turned it into a yorker, with all three stumps cartwheeling, and caused Kat, at first slip, to take evasive action to avoid a flying bail up the left nostril.
“Great ball! Get in there!” shouted Jane. Mayfield was only able to keep a straight face for a couple of seconds before he and Jane both burst into laughter.

Webster b Carter 3 (6/1)

The next Derrington batsman, Tom Manship, had just emerged through the Pavilion door and was at the top of the steps when there was a loud car engine noise followed by a screech of brakes down the side of the Pavilion. The car door opened and a figure leapt out, padded and carrying a bat. “Tom! Get back inside! I’m in next,” he bellowed. And with that blunt statement Chris Mills announced his return to the fray.

To be concluded next week


Here is an unashamed favourite and fave of the blog Cherly Baker of Bucks Fizz, squeezed into vinyl, for the tv show razzamatazz, back in the 80s


And now something I would love love love to try. I adore Vacbeds and have been put in one on a few occations, but a vac Sac is something i would love to try. This just gives me the impression of what a sissy such as Andy has to go through when being transported without paperwork.



And what would Wednesday be without Andy putting on  a show



and finally four images which have tingled my imagination, 

She reminds me of a dear dear friend/Love



and she reminds me of another
 


I really adore this

 



More sissy packaging






















Wednesday, 16 June 2021

Spys and the Wednesday round up

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Hi Everyone
  I am gonna kick off with the meat of this Wednesday round up, Chapter 8 of Mistress Leather Beths wonderfully complex, spy, sissy, espionage story. I have also included a different version of Jane from the last post, this one just has her mobile tightly squeezed into those pants. (Lucky phone I here you say).
 We also have a few little face app clips and a few other treats. YouTube discoveries.

Take Care 
XXX

PS
Again I apologise for my slow  Email response, I will get to you all as soon as life allows
XX




Aunt Jane at the Cricket match


The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion 
By Mistress LeatherBeth
Chapter 8

“Lyisten, yeffrybdy. Lyisten to me veh cyefully. Kropotkin is not heppy man, and your prytty fryend is my hostyge. Do exactly ess I say!” shouted Yevgeny.
What he would have said next (beyond “I want vodka!”) is a moot point, for although Andy had frozen for a split second, he had immediately realised that his captor was unarmed. If Yevgeny had had a weapon, he would have produced it first, before grabbing Andy. But now, with one hand holding Andy’s wrist behind his back and the other forearm across Andy’s throat, he’d actually weakened his position.
Add to that the fact that it was Andy who was armed, and not afraid to make it count.
Kerry heard the noise at the front of the Pavilion as he came out of the toilet, and he saw Andy move swiftly to drive the heel of the Fernando Berlin 318 through the soft upper of Yevgeny’s loafer and into his right instep. Yevgeny howled, and judges would have marked the pirouette he performed equally alongside that of Mayfield the previous evening for style, difficulty and artistic integrity.
But worse was to come for poor Yevgeny. Kerry had advanced the intervening few metres from the toilet door, during which time he’d removed his shoes, holding them by the rear straps. As Yevgeny released Andy and hopped around in agony, Kerry has swung the left shoe, the platform catching the Russian with a loud crack across the side of the head. His momentum reversed, his jaw was perfectly aligned to receive the full power of Kerry’s right platform, meeting his chin from the opposite direction. Left cross, right hook. The old 1-2. Yevgeny, his eyes already focussing somewhere in the mid Atlantic, folded to the floor.
This action took place between overs. Will looked up from his mid pitch chat with Budgie and took in Andy’s predicament. But by the time he’d sprinted over and taken the Pavilion steps three at a time, Yevgeny was already unconscious. Will folded Andy into his arms, expecting him to be distraught, but no. Andy’s eyes were sparkling, and he seemed to be buzzing with excitement.
Kerry, after checking that the shoes which everyone had been complimenting all day hadn’t taken any damage, made to drag Yevgeny away, at which point Rufus stepped forward, scooped up the body, flung it over his shoulder and enquired where it should be detained.
Suddenly Izzy was in their midst, looking very unlike Magdelena in skinny jeans and tshirt. She produced a large key ring and unlocked a door next to the toilets, a small storeroom. “I’ll make temporary arrangements for this gentleman, everyone just get off and enjoy the game,” she instructed, and as she was chair of the Village Hall committee (as well as by her authority as Magdalena), people swiftly dispersed.
“Will, please. Just go and get that century. I’m feeling fine. Better than fine, I’m feeling wonderful. And Alice has sorted out some kit for me, so I need to get changed.”
“Are you sure?” asked Will.
Andy’s eyelashes fluttered, but there was no arguing when he pointed Will back to the middle.
Andy waved across to Alice, and they went inside.
Olga swore. “Говно на палке! (Shit on a stick!). Maybe I should have gone ahead and just eliminated Kropotkin. What a пенисаголовка (dickhead).”
Extravagant secrecy seemed pointless now. She placed the powerful FSB binoculars on the passenger seat, stepped out of the Audi and strode across to the seats previously occupied by TB12, Haskins and co.




Mayfield’s foot was improving all the time but, as they had reached the far side of the ground, adjacent to The Grange Paddock, he and Jane were among the last to assemble at the Pavilion. To begin with, Jane was distraught, and it took several people’s intervention to prevent her from seeking Andy out. Only when Will assured her that not only was Andy totally unharmed, but that it was Andy himself who had effected his own escape, and seemed to have almost enjoyed the incident, did she calm down and take a seat next to an attractive woman in a charcoal calfskin boilersuit.
“Excuse me, but the young lady who was the centre of the excitement a few moments ago. You are associated with her?”
“Yes. My nephew.” A pause.
“You must be very pleased with the manner in which your nephew dealt with the situation. Very resourceful and quick thinking.”
“Why, yes,” Jane said, and found herself adding, “people shouldn’t just go by looks, and make the mistake of underestimating Andy.”
The game had restarted, but not before Chris Mills had put in a verbal request for Derrington to be awarded a walkover, due to the delay which had taken place.
“Mills,” said George, “be a sweet child and get out of my sight.”
“Matt,” said Chris to George’s colleague, “are you going to let him talk to me like that?”
“He’s only saying what most people in Derrington think,” said Crawford. “We’ve tolerated you because we’ve kept winning the League, but enough is enough. I’m tabling a vote of no confidence at the next Committee meeting. We hope to invite Janet Fisher to take over. She was quite successful at her previous club in Cheshire. But you’d still be welcome to try out for a place in the team.”
Dear reader, I leave it to you to picture Chris Mills’ reaction. Five minutes later he was driving out of the village. The scorecard for the Derrington innings would show:
C. Mills absent hurt (no, really hurt; close to tears, even) 0

“How’s your ankle? I must admit that even the thought of ballet boots would scare me.” said Andy. Alice gave a rueful smile. “I’ll be fine in a couple of days. I don’t think I’ll bother with them again. I got into the latex bondage scene at Uni, before I switched my course to Theology, but the boots were never a favourite element. Anyway, I only indulge myself a couple of times a year these days, whereas you’re a girl 24/7. I must admit that you and your aunt have done an amazing job. And Will obviously adores you.”
“No more than I love him,” smiled Andy.
Alice had found Andy a white shirt and cream trousers, both of which fitted well enough, but the only footwear available was a spare pair of trainers, and this gave him a bit of a problem. He hadn’t worn anything lower than a 4” heel for months, and it took several minutes to get used to anything flat.
Just at that moment the dressing room door was flung open and Chloe rushed in.
“Quick, you two. Will’s on 98.”
Although still tottering a little from the ridiculously low heels, Andy was first through the door.

As they reached the front of the Pavilion, the penultimate over was just ending.
Will had taken a single to bring him to 99, but the final over would begin with Budgie on strike.
If this were a work of fiction, the climax would be dragged out until the last ball, but as it’s a historical transcript, containing the unvarnished, factual truth, I must tell you that, after Budgie nudged the first ball of the over for a quick single into the offside, Will finished off 4-6-4-4-6, leaving him 123 not out at the end of the innings, out of a total of 257-8, with Budgie 7 not out.

Will was in danger of being mobbed as the teams left the field for the tea interval, and it was with difficulty that he and Kat persuaded people to disperse, reminding them that it was only half time. The crowd dispersed and the teams made their way indoors for tea.
As umpires, George and Matt Crawford were the last to reach the Pavilion. George noticed Kerry by the door, gesturing towards the woman chatting with Jane.
“Excuse me, Matt,” he said, “I think my PA wants a word.”
“Sir,” he said, as George drew alongside, “I believe that to be Жosimova.”
“Mmm,” said George, “Not quite the circumstances I’d have chosen, but we’ll have to do the best we can. What was the excitement earlier?”
“Yevgeny, sir. He seems to have been in the village all along. We can worry about him later, if necessary. He’s currently locked in a storeroom.”
“Good. At least he won’t be able to interfere with our discussions with our friend the Colonel. But we’d better make a start. The tea interval doesn’t last for ever.”
“Mrs C. has opened the Committee Room and had refreshments sent through,” said Kerry.
“Excellent,” said George, then he had an idea.
“Matt!” he called, just as his fellow umpire was about to turn into the tea room, “Can I have a quick word?”
Jane and Olga had been getting on like взрыв на скотобойне (‘an explosion in an abattoir’, equivalent to ‘a house on fire’). They’d bonded over a mutual admiration for William Wilde and taken it from there. However, when Olga saw George mounting the steps she’d excused herself and made to intercept him.
“Mr. Cooper,” she said, “so good to meet you at last.”
“Colonel Жosimova. I believe we have business to discuss.”
“Olga Dmitrovna, please. And I shall call you George.”
George was somewhat confused. This was hardly the attitude he’d expected from a hard-bitten Executive Officer of the FSB but, not wanting to give away any advantage, he simply replied, “Of Course. I have a room prepared, if you’ll just step this way.” He had no idea exactly how hard bitten she was, but that was a secret between Olga and Tatiana. Olga excused herself and went to the Audi to collect a laptop bag and a document folder, then followed George and Kerry into the Committee Room.

To be continued
2 more Chapters to go, so stay tuned.





Now Three silly fun things, that blew me away when i tried them, One might be a little odd but heck they are fun








The other day Lebanese Singer and Blog fave, did an online concert and the trailer featured her in one or two Latex outfits, As it was a subscription thing there was no way of copying the concert, but luckily YouTube has come to the rescue.
By the way not sure about the footwear or the choreography



A few weeks ago I featured some wonderful heels from AngelShiny on instagram, well I though I would send you some more, plus a little extra clip.
 

What a sweet colour these are, love them.






                                                             A darker even sexier pink


                                           Love a nice nude shoe, but these boots are gorgeous

Wednesday, 19 May 2021

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Hi Everyone
  Welcome to Wednesday and as ever it is a time for a collection of clips and photos and things, sent to me or spotted by me over the last few weeks.
We start today with someone new to the blog.

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Andy


 
I have to thank our 
friend Skinnie Stallion
for this lovely new addition to our blogs favourites. 
Ruth Lansford is a British Tv Presenter who carries that air of mature superiority very well, especially when slipped into red leather.
 










Now we welcome back a personal favourite, Col Wilma Deering, but wait a moment, that's.........Oh that's the episode where Andy had to disguise himself as the colonel, Darn he fills out that 25th century spandex well.





Here is one of my new favourites the gorgeous Helene Fischer. Now there is no singing in this clip, but I saw a clip of her performing in this tight skirt on tv a while ago, but have not been able to find it to share, however i think this clip makes up for it .


However to see this amazing performer in full flow you need to return to this powerhouse performance clip i shared a while ago.
   


And finally on this video round up Vanessa Blumhagen, social/society expert on German breakfast tv wears some gorgeous cloths, but when she wears leather pants, few can compete.


And when she and Marlene wear boots!!!!!!!




Now now, take a seat and enjoy Chapter 4 of Mistress LeatherBeth's awesome story.

The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion
By Mistress LeatherBeth
Chapter 4


Olga Dmitrovna paused, settled back in her seat, and reviewed the situation.
It was true that she had the absolute trust of the Fifth Directorate. This was only to be expected. She was, after all, its Executive Officer. And the Fifth Directorate had, as a result of its repeated successes on behalf of the Russian State, the complete trust of Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin.
But what was also true was that, to her own certain knowledge, she was totally untrustworthy. I mean, who deserved a billion (or at least a share of a billion) more? Vladimir Vladimirovich, or herself. (Hint. That was a rhetorical question).
In her mind she went back over the circumstances that had brought her to this point; back to the day when they were a pair of twenty year old students, and her girlfriend Tatiana had drawn her attention to an ad in an underground magazine from 5D Productions, which described itself as an up and coming ‘movie’ studio. They had made an appointment, the interview had taken almost five minutes, and by the end of the week they had made their debuts, in a simple fifteen minute production provisionally entitled ‘латекс лесбиянки’. Latex Lesbians.
That title had soon been amended to something like Непослушные девушки, ‘Naughty Girls’, as the company had realised that they could do very well by taking up Latex Lesbians as an entire genre.
For Tatiana, the idea of being paid to be kinky was a dream come true. And while Olga had certainly enjoyed herself, she had soon begun to investigate what went on behind the camera, and in the offices of 5D Productions and within a few months she had made her debut as a Director, of ‘Блестящие возлюбленные’, ‘Shiny Sweethearts.’
That had been the beginning of a fairly meteoric rise for Olga. From performer to Director; from Director to Producer; from Producer to Executive Producer (a position she invented for herself. No one was quite sure just how much power she wielded, and Olga always used the title to imply that it was a lot). She had always been aware that the cliché of the Russian man as being a vodka based lifeform had quite a bit of basis in truth, and Olga had little difficulty in coming out on top in any confrontation or negotiation. Meanwhile, Tatiana had, after a couple of years, returned to University full time to complete her Law degree.
Move on a few more years, to 2016, and 5D Productions had been paid a visit by the FSB. They had made an offer which Olga, by now de facto boss, had welcomed with open arms. Apparently, the honey trap, as a source of blackmail material, was getting distinctly old fashioned. Not only that, but politicians and businessmen (and women) nowadays had so little sense of honour that they were happy to brazen everything out. But a production company with contacts throughout many niche (and not so niche) porn genres? The FSB loved the idea of a link up. And so, 5D Productions became the Fifth Directorate, with Olga acquiring a military rank to go with her longstanding uniform fetish. And one of her first appointments had been to offer the post of Junior Counsel of the Fifth Directorate to the newly qualified Tatiana.
Whilst the Directorate’s initial function had been the provision of ‘services’ to other departments of the FSB, it had soon developed its own talent pool for identifying targets for such services.
Olga and Tatiana were still friends (with benefits), and it was during one of these beneficial sessions a few months ago that Tatiana had said, “Olga Dmitrovna, I feel that I should report to you information which has been brought to my attention, which I believe could be of significant importance to the Directorate.” 



Given that they were both still sweating in their black latex hoods, Olga had deduced that this would be something other than a strictly formal report.
She had adjusted her position and replied, “Tatiana Alexandrovna, I should be most interested to hear everything that you have to tell me.” She had said this, however, just before her lips, tongue and nose began massaging Tatiana’s pussy, and the ‘everything’ which she had heard for the next twenty minutes had been a mixture of moans, groans, growls, squeaks and profanities. 
For the sake of brevity and clarity, Tatiana’s report, delivered over the next two hours or so, can be transcribed roughly as follows.
The Directorate’s Investigations Section (5DIS) had become aware of attempts by an individual named Yevgeny Piotrevich Kropotkin, a low level freelance whom they occasionally used, to discover information regarding ‘certain’ matters (which we won’t bother repeating), with a view to a transfer of ownership. Further investigations had revealed that the intended beneficiary of this transfer, for whom Kropotkin was operating, was the UK based Cooper Amalgamated, whose CEO was already something of a legend within the 5DIS, given both the breadth of his kinks, and his domestic arrangements, which outstripped all but the most bizarre of 5D’s productions (5D still operated as a commercial concern, both as a cover, and as a training ground for those kinksters who would ultimately go on to serve the State).
“Tell me, Tatiana Alexandrovna,” said Olga, forming her hand into a proto fist, “How do you recommend that we deal with Yevgeny Kropotkin and his British ‘master’?”
“Why, Olga Dmitrovna,” Tatiana had replied, “I believe that this could be a situation which we in the Directorate should deal with on our own. The Bureau, and indeed the Kremlin, need not be troubled.”
So both girls smiled in agreement that the Bureau and the Kremlin need know nothing until long after Olga and Tatiana were far, far away and much, much richer. Then Olga’s fist had got to work.
Olga ceased her reverie and turned her attention to the only matters which were still troubling her. What did Agent TB12 know of their plans, how had he acquired the information and, most important, what did he intend to do?
As Olga pondered these problems, Mayfield was strolling through the village, although he was having a little difficulty. He had never been one to wear dark glasses, and with the Ray Bans it was distinctly difficult to see his way clearly. He had only accepted them to please Jane, who had been so concerned for his wellbeing as they had passed the early hours, first in conversation, then dozing in their armchairs.
However, Mayfield’s head felt quite fine, and he was sure that it would feel no after effects from his little tumble the previous evening, no matter how strong the sun might become. No, the part of him which was suffering, the part which was causing the difficulty, was his big toe, the one which Kat had crushed under the heel of her boot. It was still quite painful and was why he was exhibiting a noticeable limp.
Olga checked the mirror. Yevgeny was still unmoving and unconscious on the back seat. His failure to make his threatened descent on The Grange would be a short term mystery, before it was deduced that he was simply unreliable. The pretty Haskins boy would, instead, have briefed Cooper as to the identity of the mysterious Жosimov (Cooper’s domestic security was second to none, but the cell phone encryption he used needed an upgrade); information which would have left the pair of them extremely nervous, which is just how Olga wanted them.
George Cooper and Gary Haskins sat back and looked at each other. For the last ninety minutes they’d had their heads together over their laptops and phones, trying to pick apart the contents of the emails, texts, memos and other documents relating to the Tashkent deal.


Gary would print off an email; thirty seconds later George would scroll to a text which seemed connected, and a note would be made. A name would be added to the Tashkent ‘cast list’, then perhaps it would be provisionally allocated to the FSB. A reference to a ‘Fifth Directorate’ in a memo transcript of a phone conversation with Yevgeny suddenly took on much more significance, even without knowing what the Fifth was. And so, step by step, A was added to J, then subtracted from Q, and chunks of the story began to emerge.
“Gary, my boy, I think we can see our way forward,” said George.
“Indeed, Sir.” said Gary. “We just need to use Жosimova’s undoubted total loyalty to Putin against her, and we’ll be in clover before the end of the cricket season. And she and her boss won’t have any idea how we did it. At least it looks as though we won’t be troubled by Yevgeny suddenly appearing this morning. If he were coming, he’d have arrived well before now. I suspect that he’s decided that the risks that he texted me about make the whole business a little too dangerous for his taste, and he’s done a runner.”
“I think you’ve got it, my boy,” said George, “but it’s time for me to get down to the Recreation Ground. What do you say to Kerry coming along? I noticed you had a case with you.”
“I think Kerry would love an afternoon watching the cricket,” replied Gary.
“You can use my dressing room through there,” said George, nodding towards a nearby door. Gary picked up his case and went off to make himself beautiful again.

To Be Continued .......












Tuesday, 8 December 2020

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Hi Everyone
  Welcome to the Wednesday round up and we have some super little bits and bobs.
In no special order. Our friend Andy X, who runs the brilliant   https://scandalousscribblings.blogspot.com/?zx=65b187819eb9829a
Has been published!!!!! Yayyyyyy. 
But lets hear it for  Andy X himself.

   I was invited by Kate to participate in a anthology of short stories with the theme of surrendering and
taking the plunge...it was a real privilege to be part of a group of established authors but Kate was really patient and helpful and the end result is a collection of 13 erotic stories with mine in there....it revolves around a voracious, licentious older women putting the object of her affections exactly where she wants him.

  Get it here
Totally awesome, what a thing, I am so impressed, congratulations my friend XXX

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   Next up a stunning little clip sent to me by our dear friend Skinnie Stallion and the sweet CapriciousAmber, My Kitty. It is from the year 1937 and features......well click on this and be amazed. 
Remember 1937!!!!!
   Now The thumbnail might look odd, but that is deliberate, to hide the amazing content, so believe me you will not be disappointed . 
  


Wasn't that amazing,the perfect Latex Governess from 1937!!!

Just a quick but vital addition.
 Our friend Nicole Winters has just Mailed me to let me know she ran this clip and story on her blog back in may 2109. 
As I have always said I am more than happy to give credit where is is due and must thank Nicole for posting this clip on YouTube for others to discover. It was a great find and as she said, it is shocking how undiscovered this clip is and it

Ps.  Nicole's blog is a fun read, give it a look
    xxxx


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     A quick hint at what is coming up. I hope to be able to post the continuation of the story from Mistress LeatherBeth  in the near future, She has sent me 4 chapters of wonderful story telling , but I will wait until she has completed her final chapter and edit, before proceeding. 
I am also working on a few other stories from readers and that includes yours my glorious Cheerleader LOL

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   Ok, Moving on
ReFace, Reface is an App which a friend of ours,The lovely Jenna put me onto. It is an amazing way to place yourself into myriad different movie scenes or pop group line ups. Naturally I could not resist having a play and so we have our Andy as both Belle and Hermione Grainger. (and a rather sexy one if i may say)
Now I hope these work, because I tried to post them the other day and they would not play, so fingers crossed



If I get permission I will add the one Jenna sent of herself as Cinderella, it is gorgeous and as promised here it is.


  These follow on from having fun with the old FaceApp. I shared these on Patreon a few months ago and as ever could not resist the chance to blend firstly Keira Knightley (who else, i mean she is just perfect) and our Andy. 

And then, just for fun Keira and myself,

Hope some of this tickled your fancy and we shall all meet up again for Friday With Christeen.
XXX
Andy