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.
Welcome
Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. Well it is not so much a blog more a place to share all the things i have written, drawn and generaly played with over the last 10 years. Most of them are related to my love of smooth slick Latex and shiny PVC, as well as the delights of feminization. I also have a huge crush on British TV presenter Carol Vorderman (The perfect model of the older woman) as well as the gorgeous Keira Knightley. (more my age). There will be nothing harsh or nasty here, just fun things, naughty things, sexy things and yes, well, Kinky things. Basically it's a stroll through the kinky lanes of my mind. hope you have fun. XXX
So this Wednesday round up is pretty much a TV Presenter special.
It seems since Carol Vorderman dropped the Latex Atom Bomb on the country, other celebs and TV presenters have followed suit and some nearly caused the same shock waves as Ms V.
There seemed to be a sudden rush all on one day, but lets hope it will not come to an end too soon and judging by Ms Vorderman's social media posts over the past few days she doesn't show signs of slowing down
So lets start at the beginning, with Carols Vorderman's own response to her latex photo shoot, when appearing on daytime TV
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Andy
Here is the Lady herself in seriously sexy pair of very tight leather pants. Wow she sure loves that belt and it really shows off her wonderful waistline.
She sure loves her flirty dances
Ok so here is how it went down.
First on BBC Breakfast news, the beautiful Sally Nugent caused hearts to flip when she wore this very sexy and stylist Biker style jacket.
And then, in the same show Business Analyst Nina Warhurst took her place on the big red sofas in a pair of sprayed on leather leggings. The thing about that is, it was such a surprise to see her in such an outfit and she looked amazing and sent the twitter world into fits.
But then, then you flip the channel on to ITV Breakfast TV and the gorgeous Laura Tobin has on one of her her cute little leather miniskirts and a pair of killer heels.
It seems the walk from one screen to the other has become a highlight of most breakfasts.
Then, we get to the evening viewing and we a treated by Andrea Mclean to a her amazing legs in these slick leather pants. Red and Black a classic fetish combination.
Finally we take a trip to the movie premiere of Gerard Butlers new film The Plane and find Blog Fave
Welcome to our quick but sweet Wednesday round up, featuring some of our blog Faves.
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Blog legend Amanda Holden, 51, yesterday tweeted.
"On Tuesdays we wear Black".
Gotta say that is one beautiful pair of boots.
Now the final part of Mandy Sweet Hearts super little story, featuring our twin heroine Andy and Aunt Jane.
Hello!
The missing chapters. Part Four.
By
Mandy Sweet Heart.
Chapter Three.
When it appeared that his aunt was free of the sisterhood, he thought that the sights around him should change, or maybe that he should wake up, but as she lowered her arms, they remained in the old dilapidated workshop. Realising how nothing had change, he softly said. “We should find something for you to wear, and I think I know where to look.”
Not wanting to disturb any of those he had just sedated, he cautiously strolled to the door, peered into the street, and when he could see no one, he waved at his aunt to come closer. Despite how Lady Jane was utterly naked, with an air of confidence flowing around her, a self-assurance that even the sisterhood could absolutely quench, she casually followed him outside.
Knowing how the ground was coated with numerous small, sharp stones, he encouraged Lady Jane to walk on the wooden boardwalks outside of the buildings, while he walked beside, and it was from the roadway that he continued to scan the town for any hidden dangers.
Apart from when they walked past the sleeping body of Mistress Alessia, and heard how she softly moaned in her tranquilised sleep, he thought how this now seemed a little too easy.
Eventually they reached a spot where he could clearly see the hotel, and because it was on the opposite side from where they were strolling, he was concerned how he could protect his aunt Jane while reaching it. Trying to look everywhere at once, he finally said. “Unfortunately, we want that antiquated building over there,” he then pointed to the brownish-red, ram-shackled structure and continued, “but I think it’s safe.”
Having warily crossed the street without hearing a sound, they made their way towards the swinging bat-wing doors. Expecting someone to be hiding inside, he kept Jane behind his body, and as he peered above the old doors, he pulled his gun out of the holster and pointed it upwards. “Aunt Jane, just stay behind me.” He whispered.
Without giving a warning, he swung the doors open and hastily stepped inside. Despite the gloomy light, he could see that there was no one waiting for them, therefore, he quickly encouraged his aunt to enter, and then shadow him while they carefully began to step closer to the stairs.
It may have only taken seconds, but his eyes were continuously looking for the slightest movement, and if asked, he would say that he thought the gap had taken an hour or more for them to cover. Pointing to the door that he had previously used, he said. “I believe we will find something for you to wear in that room.”
Prior to placing her foot on the first step, she smiled, and said. “Andy, you look absolutely great in that wild west outfit, I’ll have to try to design one for my company.”
Despite how he tried to silence his heels from unceasingly tapping against the wooden boards, they rapidly reached the upper floor, and after informing his aunt of how he would just check to see if it was safe, he steadily opened the door and entered.
Bewildered, he glanced around the room and stood with his jaw slightly unhinged. It appeared to be a totally different room, not only did it smell fresh, but there was not even a spot of dust floating in the hazy sunlight. The bed had been covered with cheap sheets, and now there was a stuffed leather armchair next to it, but what surprised he the most was the old bath tub compete with steaming water, and near the tub was a second set of clothes draped over a wooden chair.
“Come in Auntie.” He said cheerfully. “You can freshen up in her.”
She sniffed the air, grimaced at the sweet smelling, lilac perfume, and dully said. “You must be joking, Andy. I’ll smell like a cheap whore.” She gazed at his sullen face, smiled and added. “But I guess I have little option.”
Regardless of how she thought that she would be perfumed, she sighed with relief as her shapely body sunk into the refreshing water for a long, long soak, while her nephew continued to stay attentive of her safety from the armchair.
Bizarrely, almost as if she was demure, it was only when he stood and drifted towards the cloudy windows, did she step out of the tub, but after she had spent a lengthy time relaxing in the tub, maybe what was even weirder, was how the water still had steam raising from it.
While he continued to peer out of a dirty window, she leisurely dried herself off, but he soon become bored with looking at the empty street and turned to return to chair, yet he paused when he saw the clothes his aunt was dressed in. “Did you arrange these for me?” She asked.
He pouted and shook his head whilst staring at her tight leather, crimson trousers, white silk blouse, along with a pair of shiny red, knee length boots. “It’s perfect, Andy.” She purred, and stroked her right leg as she admired the soft texture.
“I found these clothes waiting for me.” He replied. “Shall we find out who left them?”
“I could do with a drink.” Jane said. “They hardly ever allowed me to sake my thirst with water.”
Although it sounded as if it was silent beyond the the door, the second he reached for the door-knob, the sound of boisterous voices and clicking of glasses touched their ears.
Out of concern for her nephew ending up trapped by the sisterhood, Jane nervously followed him along the hall and down the stairs, where she glanced at the sight at the bar. Incredibly the lower floor had curiously filled with cowhands, along with a few overly friendly women, and when they had descended half of the stairs, just like a cheap western movie, the room went silent and everyone gazed at them. However, the two did not feel threatened by those below them, they merely nodded their head in cordial fashion, and those folks below them returned to their conversations, whilst they continued down the last few stairs.
Being more watchful of the mingling crowd, Jane didn’t notice how her nephew walked up to the bar, and it was only when the barkeeper, a person who was facing the rear wall, asked him what he wanted to drink, only then did she finally look in his direction.
“Two shoots of firewater.” Her nephew replied briskly. “Bring it over to that table.” Then he pointed to the only empty table available.
Within moments of them sitting, they began to relax, and the barkeeper promptly arrived with the glasses of firewater he ordered. “It’s on the house.” The barman said calmly. “We’ve been wanting rid of those women for ages. We owe you.”
The two sitting at the table peered at the young barman, and together, they softly said. “Will?”
Suddenly, fully awake, Andy sat up in bed, and tenderly said. “Will.”
He threw the covers to one side, lowered his legs and eased his feet into his bedroom mules.
Hurriedly, he rushed to the door, walked along the corridor, down the stairs and entered the lounge. Seeing his aunt reading a book, Andy smiled and strolled closer to her. As he stood near her, he bent and kissed the corner of her lips. “I love you, Aunt Jane.” He whispered. “But I have to phone Will.”
“What’s gotten into you.” She giggled.
“Nothing.” He paused for a second, then resumed.” I’ll tell you in a minute.”
Andy found his phone, began glancing through the stored numbers and made himself comfortable in one of the chairs, then he pressed one of the icons and lifted the phone to his ear. After a few seconds, he said. “Hi Will, how are you, hon?” Although she could only hear his side of the conversation, Jane gazed at him fondly, and when Will had happily greeted him, Andy said. “I just felt so drained after the trip, I had to rest, but when I woke, I simply needed to hear your voice.”
Rather than listen to half of the conversation, Jane tuned him out and returned her concentration to her fascinating book.
Some thirty plus minutes after Andy had told Will how he just wanted to hear his close friends’ voice, they said their goodbyes and disconnected the call. Leaving his phone on a small coffee table, Andy rose from his seat and walked towards where his aunt was sitting. He casually stood near her for a moment, before sitting on her lap.
Seeing his happy face, she placed her book on the table close to her, circled her arms around his waist, and asked. “Are you alright, darling?”
“I am now.” He said with a smile. “I had this really weird dream, you were in it, but that wasn’t what made it strange…” He then went on to tell her all that he could recall.
She had listened conscientiously while he spoke and as he reached the point where he woke, Jane leant forward a little, kissed the corner of his mouth and said. “I love you, Andy. It sounded like you were very brave.” She paused to gaze at him for a few seconds, than added. “Would you like something to eat?”
“What I would really love is, if you asked Will to move in with us, but I guess a meal will have to do.” He giggled.
Thank you Mandy, I think I speak for us all when I say, Please return soon dear friend
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From Nowhere this week,we get a super glimpse of another blog fave, Liz Cundy as she slips into a racing car, slicked in a smooth PVC catsuit.
Drive in those heels? I know a lady who can XXX
And now some super translations of my art by out dear friend Girlie Morgane
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Our dear Kitka and I nearly faded way this week when we saw what our beautiful Princess Kate was wearing on her feet at the rugby, sadly it was only a trick of the light, but what the heck, I have been looking for an excuse to bring her to our blog.
Wednesday this week brings us a stunning new piece of fiction by our dear Skinnie Stallion, I won't give anything away but when you get to it you will love love love it.
First a image hot off my news feed, Blog Legend Amanda Holden treats us to another glimpse of her naughty side.
However if she were to spin that skirt round she could re-create another Holden Classic.
Now a little music, with an Adventure straight from the pages of Andy Latex in the 25th Century.
Oh and it also features the legendary Jean Bardot.
Next a quick visit from a blog Favourite Lizzie Cundy, striking a slick figure in leather and boots.
Now four items from Aunt Jane's wardrobe, to which we have exclusive access.You may even spot some of the details taken over into the art.
And now, the main feature
Day Care - In the Pink
Day Care with S-Club Juniors
By Skinnie Stallion
Jane hated when Andy was sulky. At least it had only been a short journey. Jane applied the handbrake
and waited. Eventually Andy broke the silence, “Do I really have to do this, Auntie?”
“Yes, honey. I agreed with Mistress Strictly that you would.”
“But I don’t want to lose my Saturday with you. We have so little time together.”
“I know, but Mistress Strictly said you’d be taken good care of while I have one of my instruction days at Knightley Towers. We both have to work during the week, and I know our weekends are precious, but I need to go to Knightley Towers today. We can still Netflix and Chill tonight.”
“Can’t I come to Knightley Towers? I’ve been before.”
“I know honey, but not today. It’s a special day for newer members, not their trainees. I’m sure you’ll like it here and they’ll take good care of you. Mistress Strictly said it’s just a Saturday Club.”
“Well, if it’s a Saturday Club, why can’t they hold it in the grounds of Knightley Towers? They’ve got enough buildings on the estate.”
“You know they have visitors to the estate and the house. You had to sign that NDA when you had your maid training there, and you’ve still not been able to tell me what happened or who you saw.”
“Yes, Auntie. They were very clear about that. It was a legal contract. So, is this another of their buildings?”
“I guess so. It’s only five miles from Knightley Towers so I guess it must be a convenient drop-off for members.”
“But a Saturday Club, Auntie! I’ve never been to a Saturday Club.”
“Really? I used to go to Saturday morning pictures when I was young. I’m sure it’ll be like that.”
“But Auntie,” moaned Andy, “I can watch movies at home. And it’s not just the morning, it’s all day. And Auntie, no-one calls it the ‘pictures’ these days.”
“Less of your cheek young man. It’s just a Saturday Club, although Mistress Strictly called it ‘S-Club’. I know you like S-Club 7?”
“I did, Auntie. But they stopped ages ago.”
“It didn’t seem to stop you bopping along to ‘Reach’ or ‘Don’t Stop Movin’’ last Saturday.”
“I was just trying to keep up with you, Auntie. And we don’t say ‘bop’ these days either.”
“Thank you, Andrew. Enough!”
“So, I’m going to S-Club?”
“Sort of. Mistress Strictly actually called it ‘S Club Juniors’.”
“What sort of age, are we talking about? I don’t want to be with kids!” he exclaimed although his mind had turned to thinking about Frankie Sandford.
“I don’t know. You’ll have to see. I expect there’ll be some closer to your age. Look you must go
now. You’re going to make me late getting to Knightley Towers if you don’t. If only you hadn’t insisted on going back for your gloves?”
“But I had to Auntie: they complete the outfit. The ribbons on the cuffs match the bow in my hair”
“And the collar?”
“I couldn’t go out without my little latex collar. I’d feel naked without it.”
“And don’t forget Bill. I put him on the back seat.” Jane followed him out of the car and handed him a large fluffy teddy bear. She took his hand, leading him towards the front door. She could feel him shaking: her lovely boy was quivering with nerves. “Don’t worry, darling. Everything will be OK. I’m sure you’ll like a day with S Club Juniors.”
“Yes, Auntie, I know.”
“And Andrew …” Jane said as she rang the bell.
“Yes, Auntie?” Jane rarely used his name except in special circumstances.
“Make sure you keep Billy close,” she said as she rang the bell to the mansion whose drive they’d been parked on for the last ten minutes.
“Yes Auntie,” agreed Andy. He felt so proud of his Auntie, her brown latex jacket revealing just a hint of cleavage. Why couldn’t he be with her today and every day?
The door was opened by a formidable dark-haired lady in a practical white blouse and black skirt
“Hello, Lady Jane,” she said, “we’ve been expecting you and Andy. I’m Mistress Mistress. I look after S Club Juniors”. Andy was pleased to see the lady was pairing a pair of 4” black So Kate Loubous: practical but pretty.
“Hello Mistress,” said Jane. “I’m afraid Andy wanted to go back for his teddy. And it’s just Jane.”
“Oh, I think Lady Jane is much more becoming. I love your latex jacket. And your latex jodhpurs and dagger heel knee boots look fabulous.”
“Thank you, Mistress Mistress. That’s a rather unusual name?”
“It helps the younger girls to remember how to address me. This way they can’t get it wrong, and it gets them into the habit. I know it sounds old-fashioned, but repetition can still be very helpful when training our younger members. And this must be Andy.”
“Yes, this is Andy. Say hello, Andrew.”
“Hello Mistress,” mumbled Andy. Jane gave him a slight tap with the gold capped pointed toe of her boot. “Hello, Mistress Mistress,” he said standing straighter and remembering his training.
“Go on in Andy. I like your bear.”
“It’s my Bill the Bear,” said Andy holding his teddy by its ear.
“Was it your idea for him to bring his teddy, Lady Jane?”
“Yes, I wanted him to have something to play with in case he didn’t fit in. He likes to cuddle it. He loves his Willy.”
“I’m sure he does. He looks so sweet. But don’t worry, he’ll have plenty to occupy him today. Please go through Andy. The girls are all here and waiting. They’re all in their uniforms but don’t worry that you’re not.”
“Bye, Auntie. Bye, bye,” said Andy dolefully.
“Goodbye Andrew. I’ll be back at five.”
As Andy stepped from the porch into the hall, a wave of noise hit him. Before him was a sea of girls in their late teens and early twenties, who all seemed to have noticed him at the same time. There were screeches of delight:
“Look, look: a princess , a princess!
“She is so beautiful.”
“She is so shiny and sparkling.”
“What’s her dress made from?”
“Don’t her stockings shine?”
“I love her shoes.”
“She’s brought her teddy.”
“It’s a pink teddy, like her dress.”
Andy bit his lip and clutched his teddy hard. He didn’t want to lose his Willy. But he was in awe. In front of him was a group of some of the most amazing girls he had ever seen. They were an eclectic mix of shapes and heights, some pretty, some plain, but all made-up to perfection. He was particularly struck by an Afro-Caribbean girl and another couple who looked they were from somewhere in Asia. But what almost overwhelmed him was that all the girls were definitely in uniform, similarly attired in black latex catsuits with wide PVC belts and ankle strap high heels. They made a stunning, shiny spectacle.
Andy heard Aunt Jane say her farewells to Mistress Mistress who closed the front door and came through the hall. She started to usher the girls towards a side room: “Silence now, Demoiselles. Please go through to the classroom.” Andy was surprised by the respect with which she treated the girls. He hadn’t expected that, but they responded immediately. There was instant hush except for the staccato click of stiletto heels on the parquet floor. “Come along Andy. You can bring teddy.” She led Andy into a room laid out with individual desks. “Take your seats, Demoiselles.” There was a clatter and squeal of chairs. “Before we start today, I’d like you all to welcome Andy who’ll be joining us In Day Care today.”
“Hello, Andy,” chorused the group.
“Hello, ladies,” said Andy shyly, not knowing how to address them nor where to look across such a landscape of beauty and shiny latex.
“As you’ll see Andy is very pretty sissy.”
There were gasps from across the Day Care class: “A sissy!?” “He’s so pretty!” “I thought he was a girl!” “He’s so cute.” “I wish I had a boyfriend like him.”
“Silence please, Demoiselles! Yes, he is a sissy. He’s being trained by one of newer members. You can see the progress Andy has made in just two years. Sadly, our member tried to start his training herself, but she did send him to Knightley Towers for three weeks of sissymaid training earlier in the summer. Since then he’s come on by leaps and bounds to become the delightful confection you see before you.”
There were more admiring murmurs from the class as Mistress Mistress looked first at Andy and then surveyed the class. “Now Demoiselles, we have a busy day ahead. We have a lot to get through today.” She pressed a button on a console and a wide-screen recessed in the wall behind her lit up. As the picture formed, her eye caught something and she gave a withering look at one of her students. “Excuse me: Chantelle, can you come to the front, please.” A short dark-haired girl rose from behind her desk and walked to the front of the class. “Face the class, Chantelle.” Chantelle turned and looked at her peers. “Demoiselles, what is wrong with Chantelle’s styling?” A few hands shot up. Mistress Mistress surveyed the class and was about to select one when she paused. “No, let me ask Andy, first. See what he remembers from his time at Knightley Towers. Andy what do you think is wrong with Chantelle’s styling?”
Andy was jolted into life. He hadn’t been expecting this. He wondered what to say. He was desperate not to say the wrong thing. He shook his head slightly causing his large hoop-earrings to swing and tap against his finely rouged cheekbones. “Come along, Andy,” Mistress Mistress chided him, “I’m sure you know, especially after those weeks at Knightley Towers.”
Andy raised his eyes and looked at Chantelle. He blushed as she stared back at him. He looked her up and down. ‘Is the answer that obvious?’ he thought to himself. He bit his lip. It had to be. He collected himself and said, “Mistress Chantelle,” there was a titter from the back of the class causing him to stop but Mistress Mistress waved her hand instructing him to proceed. “Mistress Chantelle,” he continued “is wearing soft soled boots and no heels.”
“Quite correct. And why is that a problem, Andy?”
“A Mistress should always wear heels at least four inches in height, and ideally five.”
“Yes, Andy, and why is that?”
“So that a Mistress has heightened femininity. She should be attractive to alpha males and irresistible to betas, but also maintain a height advantage especially when sissies are present since the sissy is likely to wearing heels too.”
“And what should a shorter Mistress do in these circumstances.”
“Mistresses should wear a platform sole to provide an additional one or two inches allowing an increase in their heel height to six, seven or even eight inches without causing excessive strain to their calves or ankles.”
“Perfect. A model answer. And what about Chantelle’s boots?”
Andy looked down again at Chantelle’s Doc Marten’s. She’d embellished her pair of knee-high Bex with glittering silver laces. “They look really pretty.” Chantelle’s grimace turned to a smile. Andy smiled back.
“No that’s not the answer I was looking for. Demoiselles, what is the answer?” A hand shot up. “Yes, Emma.”
“Flat soled boots can be worn in dungeons. They are practical to wear on stone flagged floors or when ball kicking is required,” said a cute looking girl with a little pixie bob.
“Excellent answer, Emma.” The girl beamed. You must have been reading ahead since we will only address dungeons and dungeon wear in Year 2, or if you decide to take the starter course in BDSM as an elective for this year.” Several girls turned and looked at Emma. Andy thought she was probably the class swot. “Chantelle, you may go back to your desk. As Emma has told us, your boots may be acceptable on certain future occasions and no doubt comfortable over a long day, but while you are an S Club Junior, please wear your regulation heels.”
“Yes, Mistress Mistress,” said a relieved looking Chantelle who glowered at Emma as she walked back.
“Now Demoiselles, a quick reminder of where we are up to in the Syllabus for your Foundation Module.” Mistress pressed a button on the console and the picture changed.
While the Mistress talked, Andy looked at the screen with interest. This clearly wasn’t normal ‘Day Care’. A twenty week training course and this was just called a Foundation Module. He couldn’t believe what he was reading. This wasn’t a Day Care centre to look after the children or charges of members of The Sisterhood. This was a training centre for new members or younger ladies who hoped to become members. No wonder Auntie had so much catching-up to do if she’d only been invited to join The Sisterhood in the last year.
“We’re now on Week 8 and will be covering Restraint. I hope you find seeing Andy, a useful refresher of Week 7. It’s a shame Andy couldn’t join us last week since I think he embodies everything we were trying to cover. He’s even taken us a bit ahead since you’ll see in Andy many of the features we’ll be covering in Week 13. Anyway, we’re just fortunate to have him with us today. So, what are we going to be covering this week?” her hand touched the console again.
“Restraint. You’ll see we have a busy day ahead, although we will have some breaks as we go through. We obviously have the great advantage of having Andy with us and we’ll be able to use him as a demonstrator.” She turned to Andy, “You won’t mind that, will you honey? Your Auntie said you’d be quite happy. She was very positive about your participation.”
“Er, no,” replied Andy who was starting to become frightened about the day ahead.
“Good. There’s no need to worry, dear: the Demoiselles will be quite gentle with you. It makes the
classes so much more realistic if they have someone to practise on. Before we get started Demoiselles, I just need to give you a little warning. Andy’s Mistress has advised that he is not wearing any of the devices that we talked about last week and which we’ll cover in more detail next. This shouldn’t be a problem this morning, but we will have Andy stripped off this afternoon. So please expect some reactions from Andy today, both morning and afternoon. If they occur, they will be perfectly natural and nothing to be concerned about. You’ll see how a healthy sissy responds to the presence and attentions of a Mistress. Latex gloves will be available.”
Andy gulped. It was going to be a long day. He hoped he wasn’t going to disgrace himself before these young ladies, but they did look very nice. He was glad he was well tucked - at least for the time being. But a Vac Bed! He’d always wanted to try to a Vac Bed.
It was nearly six o’clock when the doors of the Day Care centre opened and girls started to spill out on to the drive. Jane had been parked near the front for some time. She had kept herself occupied by patching the recording on the secure server at Fullerton Hall through to the big screen on the central console of the Tesla. She went back to the start: it was still recording since she’d initiated it that morning as soon as she’d dropped Andy. It spluttered into life: a shaky shot of the hallway and, “Silence now, Demoiselles. Please go through to the classroom. Clicky noises and clatter. Come along Andy. You can bring teddy. More clicks and clatter.” The picture swung violently and lurched forward into an adjacent room. "Take your seats, Demoiselles. The squeal of chairs. Before we start today, I’d like you all to welcome Andy who’ll be joining us In Day Care today…..” The juddery image on the screen of a floor shifted to a steadier picture of Mistress Mistress addressing a class. Andy had clearly stopped dragging Willy by the ear and had picked him up and was holding him in his arms. “Hello Andy.” She flipped from the camera in Willy’s right eye to the one embedded in his left paw. Now she was looking at classroom full of latex clad young mistresses. Very nice. “Hello ladies,” she heard her pretty nephew say.
There were queues of cars waiting to pick-up the girls, but they stood around the entrance as if waiting for something. Jane got out to see what was happening and to collect Andy. Mistress Mistress came out. “How is Andy?” blurted Jane. “Was he good?” And then, “And where is Andy?” before Mistress Mistress had any chance to reply to any of her earlier questions.
“Lady Jane, Andy is fine. He was very good and the Demoiselles really appreciated having him join us today.”
“But where is he?”
“He’ll be brought out shortly. The girls just wanted to give you a little gift as a token of their appreciation. I’ve asked a couple of our security guards to bring it out.” The girls started to mill closer round the entrance.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have done,” said Jane turning to address the assembled throng.
“Lady Jane, I’m sure you’ll want this gift,” said Mistress Mistress.
The front door opened again and two burly ladies clad in leather trousers, jackets and shiny peak caps emerged gripping an arched handle supporting a board on which was mounted a black shiny object that Jane took initially to be an enormous dark glazed suckling pig with a little, black curly tail. The rear was shapely and it had been well trussed. “I’m afraid the girls got a little carried away during their final practical,” said Mistress Mistress. “It’s why we’ve overrun. Do you like cherries, Lady Jane?”
“Yes.”
“And chocolate sauce?”
“Yes.”
“Cherries and chocolate sauce?”
“Well, it’s not a combination I’d normally choose. Maybe some kirsch and a little cream, or almond macaroons would go better. Or stuffed in a roast duck to create a lovely, sweet sauce.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. The Demoiselles chose cherries with chocolate sauce.”
“In a suckling pig? That would be an unusual combination. I know Mexican cooking can include chocolate in savoury dishes to offset the spiciness.”
Oh, I’m sure you’ll find this very savoury and very tasty. Can you open your car boot for the guards, please?” Jane flipped her remote fob and the lid to the trunk lifted. The guards passed between her and Mistress Mistress. Jane swivelled as they passed and looked down at the shiny gift. The face of the animal was now looking back at her. Although it wore a black latex gimp hood with piggy ears, and had a large ball gag in its mouth, Jane would recognise the eyes anywhere. Staring at her with pleading, tear-filled eyes was her nephew. He was bent forward, tightly wrapped in black cling-film, his arms bent backwards and bound with electrostatic tape. More tape was wound round his body keeping him kneeling and securely trussed. “Doesn’t he look a pretty piggy, Lady Jane?” said Mistress Mistress handing her a small carrier bag.
“What’s this, and what have you done to Andy?”
“The bag? Just his clothes and his shoes. And Andy? Our final session of the day was on Wrapping: he’s been trussed and stuffed. The Demoiselles hope you’ll enjoy your dessert when you get home this evening.” There were cheers and applause from the young Mistresses.
The guards put the platter into the deep trunk of the Tesla and closed it. “And Lady Jane…”
“Yes?”
“Here’s his teddy.” She handed Bill the Bear to Jane, except Bill had been blindfolded and was wearing a latex sock over his left foot. “It was silly putting cameras in his teddy. Our scanners detected them immediately. Enjoy your recording - what’s left of it.”
“Oh!”
“And Lady Jane ….”
“Yes?”
“We will expect to see Andy next week and all the following weeks of this module following your misdemeanour.”
“Understood,” said Lady Jane grudgingly.
“And Lady Jane….”
“Yes?”
“I wouldn’t linger too long on your journey home, or before you enjoy your dessert. I made sure the Demoiselles used dark chocolate in their sauce. Dark chocolate with ginger.”
“Yes?”
“Dark chocolate with raw ginger. Balls of raw ginger to accompany the cherries.”
“Oh!”
“Don't worry, his tail is attached to a two inch plug and there’s extra wrapping round his bottom so he can’t push it out and nothing can escape. He won’t make a mess inside your pristine Tesla. But I think your sissy is going to want you to finish your dessert quickly and have it with a lot of cream when you get home. Enjoy your evening. Andy’s going to be very willing tonight.”
Jane turned and started to run towards the Tesla. The girls began applauding amid waves of laughter. “Come back soon, Andy!” they called. Jane had to get Andy home. She wanted to get her own back on Mistress Mistress. But how? Jane stopped. She would show her superiority. She began a slow, sedate walk to her car. She wouldn’t rush. Andy could stay in the dark boot of the Tesla.
Jane was already planning the evening ahead. She’d stop at the late shop in the village to get some cans of squirty cream. She’d remove Bill the Bear’s blindfold and sock and put him on charge, and bring a full length mirror through to the kitchen. Then she’d get her gardener to put Andy on the kitchen table while she prepared dinner. If she was going to have cherries, she wanted them nice and warm, and she’d enjoy watching Andy’s eyes water while he waited. She’d put a can of cream on the counter-top in front of him to tantalise and tease while the ginger raged inside him. She’d put the other cans to cool in the fridge. She thought with pleasure about how hot and sticky her perspiring little piggy would get inside his wrapping.
She’d sit down at the table and he could watch her eat her main course. Before she began her dessert, she’d fetch her harness from her bedside table and maybe she’d swap his ball gag for something he’d prefer to suck on when she removed his tail. She’d better wear a latex apron in case there was any splashing and have a large bowl ready in case of an eruption. And then there would be cherries with ginger and chocolate sauce to enjoy. There’d be no need to unwrap him. It would be easier to fill him with soothing cream while he was still trussed. Then all she’d need to do was position the mirror so that Andy could watch, turn on Bill the Bear to start the recording, take off her apron, put on her harness, get the cans of cold cream from the fridge, and climb on to the kitchen table. There might be no Netflix tonight, but her little piggy was definitely going to get very Chilled.
Welcome to the Wednesday round up and today we seem to have a slick'n'Shiny pants special.
tarting with the return of the fabulous Blog Fave, Kate Beckinsale, who posted these pics of her in stunning vinyl pants late last week. It's great to see her back to top form after her recent back injury.
Now, following on from her appearance last week we have the beautiful Verona Pooth on last weeks Berlin Late,wearing a stunningly hot outfit of tan Vinyl pants and a shiny red top, all matched with killer heels.
Now another Blog Fave, the never camera shy Lizzie Cundy, who just happened to be snapped whilst charging her car in London. Not that I am complaining, those Freddy's never looked better.
Now this was sent to me by a friend of the blog who wishes to remain Anon, but I will say bless you Lulu LOL XXX.
This is Glynis Barber, from the 1980s Tv series Dempsey and Makepeace . When I saw it I was amazed, because I had found the perfect actress to play Lady Jane in the Lady Jane Adventures movie.
Welcome to a quick little stroll though the past week.
As ever Halloween has given up some super outfits and I am happy to say Blog favourites have joined in.
So here we have Kate Beckinsale, doing her best to promote the catholic church........or perhaps not.
We also got the see the devilish side of Lizzie Cundy.
Unrelated to Halloween one of my favourite Helene Fischer gave us s teaser glimpse of something rather special and I would like to thank our friend Arne for pointing me to this XX
And now a commercial break, Andy is in such demand these days but only accepts the very best.
and to finish, just a couple of the lovely images our dear friend Lee has cheered me up with over the last few weeks.
Love love love the pink.
I can see Andy in this, reading a line of poetry, but then the call from Lady Jane comes and he slicks from that demure dress, to reveal sleek and smooth, shiny and Polished latex beneath and the game is on.......
And as a last minute entry our Friend Aidan pointed me to the gorgeous Nicole Scherzinger in her Halloween outfit and this in turn reminded me of this new pic of the beautiful singer in a pair of classic PVC Vinyl pants.
Time for a Wednesday round up, however this time I am giving first place to Chapter 3 of the wonderful Extravaganza. I think I did it a disservice last week by placing too much in front of it, an error for which I do apologise.
So this time, we will have the Main Course before the dessert and everything else we will classify as nibbles.
Those nibbles include someone new to our blog. who likes her Freddy's and Louboutins as much as we do.
But before that and with a thank you to Mistress Leather Beth, here we go with Chapter 3
The Extravaganza
ByMistress LeatherBeth
– Chapter 3
Mayfield was feeling quite satisfied with himself, here on this beautiful Friday evening. His service for Sunday morning had been ready and printed off since yesterday. The sermon particularly pleased him, thought provoking yet succinct. Now, with the warmth of the day hardly abated, he strolled around the village, resplendent in his favourite Hawai’ian shirt, cargo shorts and sandals. His sister teased him for being a fashion victim, but Mayfield didn’t really mind. To him it was what the clothes contained, the character and the kind heart, that mattered. He realised, however, that others in the village had different takes on what constituted acceptable clothing.
A prime example, for instance, was young Andy. When Jane had first introduced the delightfully pretty girl as her nephew, Mayfield had been, it has to be admitted, shocked. I mean, you hear about such things, and there are, he believed, even television programmes on the subject, but to come across the phenomenon right here in the village was almost unbelievable. But he’d very quickly realised that Andy was a happy well-adjusted young man who just happened to be, what can be said, successfully feminine. Very feminine.
Jane and Will had set off quite early, intending to be among the first guests to arrive. As they strolled towards the corner of Strawberry Lane, Will, looking stunning in his new tuxedo, had asked, “How long have the Coopers lived locally? Not long, I suspect?”
“Oh,” replied Jane, “if you listen to Izzy, she’ll tell you that she has ancestors who were given estates in the local area by Henry VII. Well, that tells you a lot. The Tudors! Particularly That Tudor! As for George, he makes no secret of his humble origins. Acton, I believe. Left school without qualifications, self made man. I’ve a lot of time for George Cooper.”
Will nodded, acknowledging that Jane could still amaze him. Not so much as a hint of snobbishness.
They arrived at the front door of The Grange, which swung open immediately, Belinda being under the Strictest orders to ensure that guests were admitted as swiftly as possible.
Jane had not wished to miss any of the fun whilst, at the same time, being able to assure herself that Andy was OK. But she needn’t have worried. Jane smiled as she watched Andy go about his duties with all the grace and assurance of a natural maid. Jane had been more than a little surprised at how excited and enthusiastic Andy had been when the subject of spending the day in service at The Grange had been raised. But it had also warmed her heart. With each day that passed, Andy’s natural femininity was becoming more and more prominent. She was, however, fair-minded enough to give Will a share in the credit. Since he and Andy had become an item, Andy seemed to have forgotten how to pout, and now just spent his time enjoying his femininity.
As for Izzy and George, she thought, they simply were who they were. Lady Magdelena and Belinda; and it was possible to discern that neither would have it any other way. In their own way they were, indeed, a devoted couple. Izzy was wearing what Jane recognised as a Cathy Gale Avengers leather catsuit. By comparison with what some ladies present were wearing it was distinctly retro, and not in a good way. However, Jane had noticed how Belinda’s eyes had lit up when Lady Magdelena entered and, as they had stood side by side for a moment, Izzy had taken George’s hand and given it a little squeeze, and had been rewarded with a look of total devotion.
Jane had a lightbulb moment. She saw a pubescent George Cooper poring over photos of Honor Blackman, or even the odd edition of Atomage; she saw how a strong lady in leather might become a young man’s ideal female, one for whom he would happily do anything (suffer anything?). Then, years later, he meets Izzy Hamilton and, to his total joy, she accepts his service.
The first highlight of the evening was a display by Sir Roderick’s Pony Troupe. Protocol dictated that such a troupe be named after its male driver, and such was the case here, with Sir Roderick (AKA Clive Horrobin, a scrap metal merchant from Epsom) putting the four ponies through their paces in both dressage and trap-pulling, whilst dressed in the traditional pony troupe leader’s attire of leather trousers and greasy pigtail. But it was well known that the person with the organisational and pony training skills in the troupe was, in fact, Sir Roderick’s Head of Stables, Baroness Tanya.
Whilst ponygirls weren’t really to Jane’s taste, she couldn’t but admit that this particular troupe was a class above any other she had seen, and a credit to the Baroness.
The village was very quiet this evening, Mayfield thought. Not that there was ever a great deal of through traffic, but there were usually a few people out and about, strolling like himself. He found himself passing the Fullerton Arms, and was suddenly overcome with the desire for a pint of Jennison’s Old Badger Licker. He popped into the Snug and waited until Dick Attlee, the landlord, came round to serve him.
As Dick delivered his pint and change, Mayfield asked, “It’s very quiet in here tonight, Dick. Where is everyone? You’re not usually on your own. The staff all having the night off?” “You could say that,” Dick replied, “It’s the ‘do’ at The Grange. I’m surprised you’re not over there, Vicar, what with you being so close with Lady Jane.” (“Odd,” thought Mayfield, “that people still use Jane’s title when she isn’t present to reprimand them.”)
“Do? What ‘do’ might that be, Dick?” asked Mayfield.
“Oh. Ah,” muttered Dick, wondering if he might have said too much. “Erm, just some sort of Fashion Show or some such, I believe. My Josie’s popped along.”
“Ah, right,” said Mayfield, surprised that Dick might consider him, of all people, a fashionista. But all the while he had this feeling that there was more going on this evening than some of the ladies of the village talking hemlines, or whatever it is that they get up to on these occasions. For a start, the pub was virtually deserted. Where were the male regulars? And there was no sign of Budgie, who by now ought to be setting up his equipment for the Quiz and the Karaoke. The Dining Room and Kitchen appeared to be closed, and, really, would Dick have let two barmaids have the same Friday evening off?
Which reminded him. “Dick, I meant to thank you for giving young Joe a job. It will help them settle into the village so much more easily.”
“JoJo? Kat didn’t give me much say in the matter. Not that I’d have argued. JoJo is just what a landlord would look for in a barmaid and waitress; efficient, attractive, with that little extra.”
The comment was lost on Mayfield as he finished his pint and wished Goodnight to Dick, even though there was still a couple of hours daylight left.
Some of those more intimately involved in the rest of the evening’s proceedings were starting to prepare themselves. Jane smiled as she watched Andy stare fixedly at Josie Attlee, Dick’s wife, as she shed one latex garment (a HotHouse special, made to measure), and donned another, becoming, in the process, a white rabbit. Throughout the process she had remained her usual, vivacious self, joking with Kat and two other young women whom Jane didn’t recognise. Then, the moment she pulled on the floppy-eared headpiece, her vivacity disappeared along with the twinkle in her eye, and she slowly follollopped (another of Andy’s Gran’s favourite words) towards an open cage-like hutch near the wall. She wriggled in, tucked her nose and ears between her front paws, and seemed to fall asleep almost immediately.
Andy turned to Kat. “Is Mrs Attlee all right? I mean, she seems suddenly, I don’t know, erm…” “Don’t worry about Josie,” replied Kat. “This evening she’s precisely who and where she needs to be. She’ll be back to her usual self tomorrow. Anyway, she’ll have Jules and Jaz to keep her company.” Kat nodded towards the two other young women who had made similar transformations. Jules, who worked for the County Council in Guildford, had become a pretty, if distinctly curvy, bright russet latex vixen, and had already received a couple of taps on the nose from Belinda for her attempts to steal from the nicknackeroonies; whilst Jaz, a driving instructor from Frimley Green, was a black and white latex kitten, grooming herself with a back leg behind her neck. Several people had tickled her behind the ears, and had been rewarded with a deep purr.
It was about thirty seconds after leaving the Fullerton Arms, as Mayfield was passing the Village Hall, that a phrase used by Dick came back to him. ‘I’m surprised you’re not over there, Vicar, what with you being so close with Lady Jane.’
Did that mean that, just as Kat had said a couple of weeks ago, everyone in the village was aware of his admiration for Jane and, if he could believe it, hers for him? He pondered this as he continued his stroll, eventually reaching the junction with Strawberry Lane.
Frankly, Mayfield was curious, and he’d never been one of those who criticised curiousity. Something was happening at The Grange this evening, and he wanted to know what. Nevertheless, there was an element of ‘just continuing an evening stroll’ as he turned and slowly made his way down Strawberry Lane toward The Grange.
To Be Continued.............
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And whilst we are on the subject of quality writing, our Dear Mandy Sweet Heart has a new book out, I have read it and it is classic.
Here is but a snippet
Raising the dress until the tailored waistline was seamlessly above his narrow hips, he managed to glide his slender arms down the unfettered sleeves, meandering his arm along until he imagined that the beautiful latex dress was part of him. As he alleviated the slick dress onto his svelte shoulders Sam felt the words his Mistress had spoken to him that morning, and a small tear slowly rolled down his cheek, causing him to fasten the twenty pearlescent buttons that coordinated beautifully with the deep purple upper prior to securing the ten corresponding buttons on each sleeve through blurry eyes.
Forcing himself to think of more pleasant things, he whimsically slipped a lilac flower into his hair and hurried back to their room, where he found his Mistress merely gazing out of the window.
For several seconds he simply peered at her, prior to exquisitely gliding across the room and embracing her, with his arms comfortably around her waist, Sam sighed. “I love you Mistress Victoria, and I promise that I’ll never hurt you.”
Due to the way she was reflecting on the memories of his warm, tender lovemaking, at first Victoria was confused and wondered why he spoke so delicately. She simply rested a hand gently on his latex covered arms and recalled how she had told him about her previous experience and steadily turned to face him.
She laid her lips against his brow for a second, before stating: “Looks like we’re going to be snowed in for a while, so I think you can resume your duties a few days early, Sammy. Starting tomorrow, I want to see you in a titillating weensy uniform and you can start satisfying me as my maid once again.”
So now we have dessert and again an error on my part, this is crazy that I have not posted any pics of the gorgeous radio host and showbiz reporter, Lizzie Cundy on here before. I have been an admirer of hers for ages,(you know me and my older ladies) and besides any woman of 52 who loves her Freddy Pants as much as Ms Cundy does deserves her place on our blog.
Freddy's and Louboutins, with such style, she clearly deserves her place on our blog
Here she recreates the Victoria Beckham instagram post, Sex Pants on
Vinyl Freddys. OMG!!!!!
Sometimes even the most stylish people have a slight wardrobe malfunction. Fortunately for her this incident from 2017 left her nothing to be embarrassed about
Now continuing the Leather theme another new-comer to the blog, though I have been meaning to share this ever since I first saw it Live on Good Morning Britain last year and it features the lovely weathergirl Laura Tobin and a pair of seriously tight red leather pants.
Finally, but very much not the least, Rachel Riley, the beautiful and brilliant mathematician fromm tv's Countdown show, nearly made me spill my coco pops when I saw this, for a moment, a brief glorious moment I thought it had finally happened, but sadly it was not to be, but heck, still any excuse to see Rachel Riley.
There were more admiring murmurs from the class as Mistress Mistress looked first at Andy and then surveyed the class. “Now Demoiselles, we have a busy day ahead. We have a lot to get through today.” She pressed a button on a console and a wide-screen recessed in the wall behind her lit up. As the picture formed, her eye caught something and she gave a withering look at one of her students. “Excuse me: Chantelle, can you come to the front, please.” A short dark-haired girl rose from behind her desk and walked to the front of the class. “Face the class, Chantelle.” Chantelle turned and looked at her peers. “Demoiselles, what is wrong with Chantelle’s styling?” A few hands shot up. Mistress Mistress surveyed the class and was about to select one when she paused. “No, let me ask Andy, first. See what he remembers from his time at Knightley Towers. Andy what do you think is wrong with Chantelle’s styling?”
