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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

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Wednesday, 3 November 2021

Wednesday round up

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Hi Everyone
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.







XXXX
Andy

















Wednesday, 14 July 2021

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Hi Everyone
  Welcome to the Wednesday round-up. A few nice bits and bobs and a few old friends, starting with Mandy Sweet Heart.
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Hello!
The Missing Chapters. Part Two.
By Mandy Sweet Heart.

Chapter Three.

It wasn’t the guilt of deceiving her nephew that kept lady Jane up all night, nor was it the words Ms. Lash-Buckle had predominantly used, but it was how the woman had unemotionally looked at Jane when she mentioned selling Andy to an unscrupulous person that kept her far from her bedroom.
Andy also slept badly that night, although for him it was the thought of being separated from the two people he loved the most, even if it was just for two nights it more than bothered him. 
Due to the amount of coffee she had consumed Jane had been aimless moving around the lower floor, and at around three thirty in the morning she thought she had heard him creeping across his room. Despite considering the idea of going up to see him, she instead made herself another coffee before sitting herself down at the breakfast counter and carefully listened to her nephew plodding around his room while she slowly sipped from the umpteenth cup that night. 
As she peered at the whiteness of the ceiling, Jane imagined what Andy was doing. In her mind she pictured him draping a colourless latex blouse over his shoulders before she heard him hoping on the spot as she thought that he must be slithered into a tight pair of pink panties, then she believed he would have to select a skirt. There was a lengthy pause in his shuffling where Jane guessed that her nephew must be beautifully applying his cosmetics prior to a sudden bout of clipping heels; Jane smiled as she recalled the many afternoons of fun they spent together while Andy learnt to stroll elegantly in pair in a pair of heels and then she imagined that Andy was also giving his clothes a final burnish.
Unaware of her concerns, Andy was cautiously surprised at seeing how disturbed her features appeared to be, yet he simply put it down to the lack of natural early morning light.
“Morning darling.” Jane said in a somewhat tuneless tone.
“Morning Auntie.” Andy replied, likewise his remarks were just as listless. Then solely by instinct he lethargically added. “Would you like a coffee?”
Jane peered into her cooling cup, and the mere thought of yet more caffeine seemed to make her tummy hiss with animosity. “No, thank you Andy, I’ll give it a miss.”
As Andy, along with his freshly brewed coffee, sat opposite her, Jane said. “Everything will be alright Andy, it’s just for this weekend.” Yet her words were partly to reassure herself as much as Andy.
He realised that she was repeating similar words to the night before, then a new and strange concept crossed his mind, one that told him that his delightful Aunt might be just as concerned as he was, but before he could voice any concerns Janes’ awareness was drawn to the security monitor mounted nearby.
Having spotted the lustrous black stretched limousine entering her driveway, she glanced at her watch. “They’re early. It's only four thirty.” She moaned.
Both Jane and Andy waited in silence until the doorbell softly chimed, then considerably annoyed at the premature arrival Jane slid off her stool and went to vent her displeasure.
Before Jane could say a word, she noticed how the person who had arrived looked almost as exasperated at being here as she felt, yet the visitor sheepishly explained. “Please forgive my early arrival madam. Ms. Lash-Buckle insisted I approached you as soon as I could, and I miss-judged how empty the roads would be at this time of day.”
Instantly, Jane could gauge the fear within his words, and she felt somewhat better about her own trepidation. 
Meanwhile, Andy had slowly crept behind her and although he would never consider himself an expert in these matters, he automatically understood the person standing before them was a young man, yet whereas Andy was comparatively at ease with appearing feminine this young man was considerably offended at the transformation that had taken place, and Andy thought he was unhappy at having to dress in six-inch stilettos plus a skintight, glossy black latex chauffeurs’ uniform that would definitely suit a woman as shapely as his aunt.
The interloper finally noticed Andy, wearing a navy blue, highly burnished latex skaters’ skirt with a white latex blouse, as he took in the beauty before him, he said. “I’m sorry ma’am, are you Andrew Watson?”
Andys’ six-inch heels gently clipped against the hardwood floor as he stepped forward. Nonetheless, having passed his Aunt, Andy swung on one heel and fondly embraced her. “I’ll miss you Auntie Jane, please don’t forget about Will and tell him that I love him for me.”
Jane agreed to his soft words prior to easing him away for her statuesque body and whispered. “I won’t darling, and we will see you soon.” Then she gave him one of her special kisses, a small peck on the lips.
The chauffeur had missed them sharing their goodbyes’, to give them some privacy he had returned to the car and silently waited to open the rear door for Andy.
“I’m so sorry about this.” The driver nervously repeated as Andy gracefully entered the car.
With no knowledge of where they were going, Andy soon found the journey to be extremely tedious, yet with the sun rising to his left he did sense they were going South. 
Possibly Andy might have remained more alert if he could have chatted to the driver but with the privacy shield raised, after they had covered about forty miles he found himself starting to doze and he was abruptly propelled out of a delightful dream by someone he didn’t recognise.
It took Andy several long seconds to collect his thoughts, and as he became aware of what was happening, and having established that the chauffeur was nowhere in sight, Andy spotted what he imagined to be was a blurry vision of a person in a pale blue double breasted blouse that went along with the soft voice telling him it was time to get out of the car.
Stepping out of the sleek limousine, he lightly ruffled his red hair and nearly gasped when he discovered the person was nearly sealed into a low cut, blue and silver latex unitard and he was just able to stifle a giggle at seeing the feminine fashioned, tiny bowtie as he knew that this person was another sissy. However, Andy was rather impressed by the silver, six inch, knee high boots that the boy elegantly walked in.
Whereas his sense of smell was already telling him where he was, it wasn’t until Andy glanced at the yachts along the dockside that his brain finally registered the fact. Despite his mild nervousness, Andy continued to follow the young man that he assumed was a deckhand and guessed that the person he was being escorted by would give him little information.
Although Andy had taken little interest in the yachts moored alongside the jetty when they came closer to the last one, a five hundred and seventy two foot super-yacht, he peered up at its single worded name emblazoned in uppercase at the stern of the ship: SISTERHOOD.
This little piece of selective information told Andy nothing, yet he accompanied the boy up the gangway to the quarterdeck and was instantly greeted by a lady he recognised.
“Hello Andrew.” Ms Lash-Buckle said in a tone that was so cloying the young man escorting Andy took a step backwards. It had seemed so long since Andy had heard his name used in that way that he genuinely frowned in confusion. “Or do you prefer Andy?” The tall lady asked.
“Umm, Andy, everyone just calls me Andy.” Andy said, wishing that he could have asked what was happening.
Ms. Lash-Buckle took a step forward and cupped his chin. She began to examine his face as if he were an insect under a microscope, then she proudly exclaimed. “My, you’re even prettier than I was told.” She peered even closer at his features and whispered. “You can’t even notice any surgery scars.”
“I’ve never had any surgery.” Andy said so indignantly that even his Aunt would have been proud of him.
Despite a gasp of surprise from the young man standing just behind Andy, Ms. Lash-Buckle giggled. “Oh, I think the Princess will like you. It’s such a shame that I told Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones that I would return you, I would like to keep you as my own. But those in the Sisterhood always keep their word.”
Not knowing what she was talking about, Andy justifiably became more edgy. “Why am I here?”
“Didn’t Lady Jane tell you?” Andy told her how his Aunt just said it would help her with the sales. “Oh that’s sweet.” Ms. Lash-Buckle gasped. “If you do as expected of you, I might recommend Lady Janes’ clothing to my friends. Nonetheless, you’re here to convince Princess Concetta of our feminisation program.” She leaned closer to Andy and whispered. “I know you never attended our program but I’ve been told about your individuality and elegance.” She stood upright again and placed her hands on her sensuous hips. “When she arrives, you’re to accompany Princess Concetta and see to her needs, plus you will be serving my other guests during the party I’m having tomorrow.” Ms. Lash-Buckle leaned to one side and said. “Paul, go with Andy and tell Tony he is to help him dress in an appropriate uniform, then he is to ensure Andy knows his way around, then they can fully polish all the brass on the boat.”





Chapter Four.

From the moment Jane had closed her front door she had instantly felt lonely. Over the past few years herself and her nephew had rarely been apart for longer than a weekend, and when they were Andy would only be staying with his parents, but this felt different somehow and Jane wished she knew that he was safe, and more importantly that he would be returned back to her.
Although it was a Friday, Jane knew that there was no way she could face the others at work and after leaving a brief message, informing those at the office how Andy and herself would not be in, Jane took herself into the lounge. She glanced around the room, nearly expecting to see her nephew but seeing no one she took a moment of guilty pleasure by slumping on the sofa and putting her feet up.
Jane sighed and closed her eyes for just a second.
It had been approximately five O’clock when she had rested her eyes, but when Jane opened them again it was nearly ten AM. Her eyes darted around the room and when she couldn’t see Andys’ pouting face, Jane recalled the past few days and felt the emptiness within the villa.
Knowing there was nothing she could do for Andy, having showered and wriggled her way into a tight pair of cherry red leather trousers with matching scarlet six-inch heels, she slid on a white silk vest and picked up a jacket to match her red slacks, but Jane couldn’t face being alone any longer and took herself to the city.
With even her favourite coffee house seeming lifeless, Jane could only think of one person that might cheer her up.
Having quickly made her way to Slicks’ emporium she swiftly made her way past the manager who appeared to want a chat, and having made it to the lower floor, Jane was more than pleased to see how Kitty was alone.
“Hi Jane.” Kitty said in her usual cheerful tone, then she noticed the heartache in Janes’ eyes. “Isn’t Andy with you today?” 
Jane glanced over an explanation of how Andy was away for the weekend, then she declared her reason for being there. “I was wondering if you would like to go for a meal this evening?”
“A real live amorous date with you?” Kitty said in astonishment. As the sales assistant had always turned her down, Jane was expecting her to decline, and with the way her luck was going Jane almost expected the young woman to laugh at her, but Kitty added. “I would love to go for a meal with you Jane. I would really love to get to know you better.”
Jane felt as if she could have been knocked down with a feather, had she really misunderstood the girl along, though she was stunned Jane quickly said. “If it’s alright with you, yes. What time do you finish?”
“Not until five, I’m afraid. Then I’ll need to shower and get changed.”
“You look perfect as you are Kitty, I’ll meet you outside at five and don’t worry if you’re a little late.” Jane said as her cheeks flushed from the exhilaration she suddenly felt.
Despite missing her nephew, Jane perceived that everything was right with the world and even stopped to pass a few words with the manager, the one whom she totally ignored several minutes earlier.
Admittedly, after leaving Slicks’ for the first time in her life Jane felt as if the hours she spent strolling around the boutiques were something of a laborious chore, nevertheless as she began to slowly make her way back to Slicks’, Jane spotted just what she should buy.
Hoping that she had been waiting at the right exit for the past ten minutes, Jane felt elated when she spotted Kitty walking out of a door at the other end of the building and Jane quickly skipped towards her.
“I’m sorry Jane.” Kitty said in a pathetic tone. Janes’ heart froze mid beat and once again she expected the worst. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting but my manager wanted a few words.”
Unsure of what was happening, Jane dubiously asked. “However, everything is alright now?”
“Oh yes, I just thought you might be upset. If everything is alright with you...Where are you taking me?”
All of a sudden, Jane realised that she should have spent the afternoon planning the date but she knew of a quiet restaurant that normally could find a table for her, to give a second she lifted the posy of flowers she bought and said. “For you, Kitty.”
“Oh wow! Carnations, how did you know?” Kitty jubilantly said. Jane gazed at her friend in wonderment, seeing the expression on Janes’ features Kitty stated. “Red Carnations are my absolute favourite flowers, they’re lovely. Thank you Jane.” To Janes’ amazement, Kitty reached up and gave her a small kiss on the corner of Janes’ mouth. “Thank you.” Kitty repeated.
There was a long forty-five second pause, in which Jane was utterly bedazzled by Kittys’ candor but Jane was finally able to regain her regal composure, and with a little giggle in her tone Jane linked arms with Kittys’ and started to walk in the direction of the restaurant, eventually she asked. “Do you like Italian?”
“Sometimes, but at other times I find that French is my favourite and occasionally it’s Chinese food.” Jane realised she was unable to think of a reply, but thankfully Kitty added. “Today I like Italian.” Then she giggled mischievously.
“Are you going to be like this all evening?” Jane asked.
“Maybe, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for a date for ages…” Kitty began, then peered into Janes’ clear blue eyes. “...I just thought you just wanted a one night stand and I’m not into those, and even though I’ve never slept with a woman I might make an exception if it involves you.” She slowly bit her lower lip before resuming. “I would like you to be my first Jane, but I need to get to know you first.”
Their meal lasted longer than they had planned, or rather the drink they ordered after the meal, mostly remained forgotten about after they had taken a sip then left the glasses on the table. Simply sitting at one of the side tables, the two ladies sat and talked although they soon found that they had an abundance in common and were often unable to stop themselves from giggling. When the two ladies finally left the restaurant, apart from the street lighting it was totally dark and following what Jane had considered to be a delightful evening she was rather surprised when Kitty started looking for a taxi. “Kitty, why don’t I give you a lift home?”
Kitty considered the question for several seconds, and though she was slightly ashamed to admit where she lived, she courteously accepted her offer.
“You really don’t have to do this.” Kitty said as she effortlessly opened the car door.
“Nonsense.” Jane retorted, and began backing her car out of the spot. “I've had a fantastic evening thanks to you, and it means I will have your delightful company for a bit longer. But I think you will need to point the way.”
Even if Jane hadn’t been regularly taking glances at the young woman next to her, she would have become confused in the maze of streets Kitty was easily directing her though, yet all too soon Kitty shyly gasped. “It's down just down here, on the left.” She pointed at an old 1930’s semi in need of some repair.
Despite the wonderful evening they had just enjoyed, Kitty imagined Jane would just drive off after seeing the rundown area in which she lived.
Dragging herself toward the old wooden gate Kitty hadn’t heard Jane’s door silently swish closed and she almost jumped halfway to the moon when Jane tenderly rested a hand on her shoulder and regally purred. “Don’t I at least get a goodnight kiss to see me home?”
“I…” Kitty began and wrapped her arms securely around Janes’ neck. Kitty felt as if she was unsure of how to proceed, yet as she slowly moved her lips closer towards Janes’ full, succulent red ruby lips, she gestured her lips and was delightfully bewildered when Jane pulled her closer and joined her in a passionate embrace.
Kitty may have been twenty seven years old, but she had never experienced a first kiss just this before, she was startled at how delicate Janes’ skin was and she was unsure if she had ever kissed anyone that produced as much desire as Jane was accomplishing within her at that moment. 
Kitty was solely concentrating on how fervent Jane was kissing her that she was unaware of how her fingers were aroused when they discovered Janes vibrant hair, and she was definitely oblivious of Janes’ hands as they joyfully probed Kittys’ lower body. 
For over two minutes Kitty had been unsuspecting of where Jane was leading her hands, then Kitty exquisitely squealed as Jane pushed her fingers under Kittys’ panties and clasped her rear cheeks. Kitty ended their kiss. However Kittys’ hands remained around the back of Janes’ head and as she continued to ruffle Janes’ once immaculate hairstyle, she longingly peered into the older womans’ blue eyes and admitted. “I would invite you in Jane, but the girls I share the place with…”
Kitty had left the explanation in midair yet Jane thought she understood, and said. “If Willam is up for it, would you join us for a meal on Tuesday?”
“Who’s William?” Kitty asked in disgust. Jane quickly explained about Will and Andy, and how she was taking them out to make up for ruining their weekend. “Oh, I would love to see Andy again and it would be fabulous to meet his boyfriend.” Kitty paused to meet Janes’ lips again, before adding: “And if I don’t disgust you, I would love to see you again, Jane.”
Jane was totally undecided what Kitty meant by the last statement and did not want to go into it just now, instead she said. “Even if William and Andy don’t come, I would like to see you again.” Jane watched as the smile grew upon Kittys’ lips, and she gave another hint of her desire. “Maybe you would like to spend a night at the villa. You could always use one of the spare bedrooms if you find it more comfortable.”
Knowing that Jane wasn’t forcing her to do anything hasty, she felt more relaxed, and she quickly uttered. “I would like that Jane, I really want to know I can trust you first, I’ve been hurt before.”
“I understand.” Jane purred. “But, be warned lovely Kitty,” Jane said. Kitty expected Jane to tell that she wouldn’t wait for long, yet Jane caressed her cheek and purred. “I’m going to do everything I can to make you want me.”


To Be Continued....
Thank you Mandy, gotta say I am loving that.

   

Ok So time to see what the world of movies as missing not picking up our dear Andy for those big roles. Today one of the biggest in recent memory, but to be honest I can't see anyone else as Rey but the wonderful Daisy Ridley (I'm a big fan)







    Speaking of Movies (who said this is just thrown together) Currently in production is the Pamela Anderson story staring the lovely Lily James as Pamela Anderson (well she won't be playing Tommy Lee now would she. Ed)
  So here we have a few on-set pics of Lily James in a very slick red Latex mini-dress, however, as pretty as Miss James is , she doesn't quite match the legendary Ms Anderson.

  



and now the real deal. I came late to the party with Ms Anderson not really seeing her until re-runs of ViP, but she was amazing in some of those outfits..




And finally........
Ok, So we did not win the Euros football this time, but we still got something out of it.
Hope my legs are still that good when I am 50.


Big hugs
XXX
Andy











Wednesday, 7 July 2021

Wake up it's Wednesday

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Hi Everyone

  Hope you are all super well.I am still running hard just to stay still, but things are beginning to lighten up a little,but that won't stop the Wednesday round up train pulling into the station to deliver more fun to see us all over that mid week hump , though to be honest I am writing this on Monday.
 Anyway what do we have, well the main feature is the return of Mandy Sweet heart to our pages with the start of further lost chapters from her epic story Hello. 
  You won't believe how honoured I am to have been able to host such a wonderful collection of authors, as we have seen on our blog, over the past months. Thank you all so much and you put me to shame , making me feel I need to complete at least one of the 3 stories I have on the go right now.

XXX
Andy



  So here we have Chapters 1 and 2 , and below is a link if you need a quick refresher.


Hello!

The Missing Chapters. Part Two.

By Mandy Sweet Heart.


Chapter One.

Sighing deeply, he listlessly clicked onto the next page of the online latex webcast, a site created by Lady Janes’ corporation to display her wares, and simply wished that his aunt would just call an end to the working day. 

Although, for the past nine working days, Andy had truly loved working for Lady Jane, this day, Thursday, had been somewhat less strenuous and he had easily completed all of his tasks over an hour ago and just to pass the time he had even spruced the outer office where he worked.

Despite knowing that he would not really see the items displayed on page, he was about to click on the icon but his attention was profoundly diverted when a tall, dark haired, rather attractive lady in her late mid-forties, entered his small work space. As he casually peered at the elegantly dressed woman, Andy considered how her attire appeared to resemble those that his Aunt Jane might wear.

Dressed in a glossy black leather one-piece and red seven-inch Christina Lombardi pumps, she smoothly walked up to his desk and said. “I’m here to see Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.”

As far as he knew, Lady Jane wasn’t expecting anyone this afternoon, and he politely queried. “Whom shall I say wishes to see her, ma’am?”

Enraptured by his white latex blouse, the woman paused for a few seconds and wondered if this was the young man she had heard so much about, whereupon she opened her clutch purse and withdrew a card. “Just give her this.”

Having been told that he always had to act professionally, Andy gracefully accepted the card before effortlessly making his way towards the door to Janes’ office while straightening his skirt, and then he lightly tapped against the wooden frame.

“Enter.” An elegant voice lavishly announced.

The broad smile tumbled from Janes’ deep red lips when she noticed the mystified expression on her nephews’ face. “What’s wrong darling?”

“There’s a lady to see you, she just gave me her card Auntie Jane.” Andy informed her and handed the card over to her.

Lady Jane glanced over the card, faintly lifting her slender brows as she read:

Ms. Lash-Buckle

Director

The Sisterhood

“Never heard of her.” Jane murmured and peered at Andy. “Best show her in.”

Although he pouted his lips, Andy swiftly turned in the direction of the door. However, before he could open said door, Jane softly said. “Andy,” he turned back and peered at her. “I’ll try to keep it short, and then we can go home.” 

He gave his aunt a quick smile, then swiftly opened the door, and said. “Ma’am. Lady Jane will see you now. Please step this way.”

Ms. Lash-Buckle waited until Andy had closed the door before resting herself in one of the sumptuous cherry-red leather chairs without being asked, yet Jane remained behind her desk. It was only when the visitor recognised how Lady Jane was not going to join her, she said. “I’m sure you have heard of The Sisterhood?”

“No, should I have?” Jane bluntly replied whilst keeping her face completely impassive.

Ms Lash-Buckle raised a single eyebrow and replied. “From all that I have heard about you Lady Jane, most emphatically, yes.” Jane kept her face totally expressionless, which forced the lady in attendance to continue. “Shall we say that The Sisterhood provides assistance to ladies who have a certain taste, and from what I have been told you have a particularly beautiful sissy, one that you are most happy to be seen with while you go around parading him within the boutiques and coffee shops.” The woman paused, yet despite Janes’ facial expression she felt her heart suddenly pounding. She continued to gaze at her with unflustered features and after a few seconds, Ms. Lash-Buckle resumed in a jaded tone. “We wish to use your young friend for a reception we are having over the weekend, mostly he will just be serving drinks and waiting on tables. plus looking pretty. 

“Then we will return him to you on Monday morning, at the latest..”

“If I knew of such a person, what would it have to do with me?” Jane tediously asked.

“Let’s just say that The Sisterhood has been known to auction particularly sweet boys to very coldhearted people and how that uncompassionate person may then treat them irresponsibly.” The mere thought of any pain being inflicted upon her nephew caused Janes’ face to finally show some displeasure, however Ms Lash-Buckle continued. “And sometimes their tenderhearted owner can find themselves as a mere scullery maid.”

The threat against herself eluded Jane for over an hour, her only sentiment right then was for Andy and she asked. “If I was to ask my nephew to help you…”

“Ask, why would you need to ask your nephew, as you call him?” Ms Lash-Buckle spoke indignantly.

“He is my nephew,” Lady Jane responded, “and he’s a free person. However, I need to know if I can trust you?”

“I daresay that you can’t. But I would not be here, wasting my time to inform you of these facts. We could easily have facilitated him from you without enlightening you first.” Ms. Lash-Buckle said, and went silent for twenty seconds to allow her words to settle in, prior to adding. “The council of The Sisterhood has also agreed to assist you once, without any redress to you of course.”

With Janes’ overly concerned about Andy, she instantly said. “If we agree, the only thing I want from you, will be for you to never darken my door again.”

“If we have an accord, I’m sure that can be arranged.” Ms Lash-Buckle interjected, knowing that they would never keep to their side of the bargain.

“Alright, I’ll have a word with my nephew, and if he’s happy to help you out, I’ll contact you.”

“No need.” Ms. Lash-Buckle stated sharply and stood. “We will send a driver to your villa at five A.M. Just remember what I said earlier, The Sisterhood always keeps its promise to obtain what it wants.”

Even while Jane was digesting that piece of information, Ms Lash-Buckle marched towards the door and let herself out.

Jane remained seated for a prolonged five minutes, and though she could not see any way out of the drama, she was also unable to think of a way to bring up the conversation with Andy. 

This was an unprecedented moment, essentially it was as rare as all the stars pausing their movement in the night sky, and in another one of those rare moments Jane inwardly winced and hoped that she could discover the answer while driving home, thus she finally called it a day and left her office while holding his hand.


Chapter Two.

Maybe Lady Jane would never tell Andy anything about her last meeting, but he was fully aware that something was amiss and following a wordless drive home, just as he was about to open his door Jane compassionately rested a hand on his arm and softly said. “Andy, darling, I need you to do something for me.” Andy had been expecting to hear that he did something wrong at work, now he was all confused and simply nodded his head. “That woman who came in without an appointment,” Jane spoke with such venom in her words that Andy felt slightly spooked, yet she continued, “I need you to help her with a gathering she is organising for this weekend.”

“But! But!” Andy spluttered while trying to comprehend what his aunt had asked. Then he appreciated how rudely he had spoken to her, yet Janes’ face remained calm, so he tried again. “But you promised, you said that I could watch Will playing football this weekend.”

“I know, daring, and I’m extremely sorry. But this is one of those last minute things.” Jane purred and gently ran her finger around his wrist.

Despite being aware of how his aunt was still acting slightly jittery, he doggedly said. “If I’m going to do this for you, you have to go to the match and support Will and the team.”

Due to his obstinate determination Jane glared at him in astonishment, yet she purred. “Alright darling.”

Hardly believing what he had just heard, Andy stuttered. “I, I, I’ll check with Will.”

Desperate to keep the truth from him or allow him to become anxious, Jane smiled. “That’s alright Andy, I’ll probably cheer for the wrong team but I’ll do it for you. Do you think he will need a lift?”

“I don’t know, I’ll give him a call.” Andy said while opening his door, then stepped onto the graveled drive and checked his small purse for his phone. 

He shook his head as if to clear away stray cobwebs before dialing Wills’ number as he continued to enter Lady Janes’ villa.

Thankfully, after hearing the explanation given by his boyfriend, William lightly teased Andy about being such a good boy, prior to Andy asking. “Aunt Jane wants to know if you need a lift?” After hearing Wills’ reply, Andy sat himself down onto one of the chairs that were scattered around the hallway and yelled. “Auntie, Will asks if eleven thirty will be okay? It’s so you won’t have to rush to the ground.”

When William began to complain about Andy shouting into the phones’ mouthpiece, Jane joyfully replied. “That’s fine darling.”

Andy started to inform Will of what Jane had said, yet William told Andy that he had heard her and would be on time. 

Once the two boys had finished talking, there was a moment or two of silence, then Andy woefully said, “Gosh! I’m so sorry Will, I would much rather be here with you and Aunt Jane.” Jane was about to enter the kitchen, albeit she could only hear half of the conversation nonetheless she paused to listen as Andy continued. “I really would love to spend all weekend in your arms Will. You and Auntie Jane are the most important people to me.” The boys then proceeded to tell each other how they would have fun when Andy returned.

It wasn’t until Andy disconnected the call that Jane finally approached him, with his chin slumped against his chest she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and purred. “Darling, I’m so sorry about all this.” Lady Jane felt disgusted with herself for having to cringe like this, but she was willing to sacrifice her dignity for several minutes if it meant her beloved nephew felt better. “When all this is over, I’ll do something extra nice for you and Will, but please trust me Andy.” She eased him towards her chest, and softly whispered. “I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you think Andy, and it’s just for this weekend.” She paused for a moment prior to adding. “Unfortunately, you have to be ready by five tomorrow, so you best have an early night or you won’t look your best tomorrow.”

To be continued...........



After that, we take a trip to visit The Baroness in her shop in the wonderful (I will return one day)New York, as she explains why Latex is such a draw for her and what exactly is the power it still holds when we see someone slipped into that glossy material.









Now, here's a thing, the picture below was sent to me by our dear friend Lee and it is this image which inspired the last Lady Jane Adventure, It was something about the bindings and the black hair, but it was just this simple thing sent me off on that piece, so thank you Lee XX


  Lee also sent this, it did not inspire a piece of art, but made me miss my dear friend/Love Sheila back in Lyon, don't know why it did,but again a funny thing.



Our friend Amber reminded me the other day that Christina Aguilera deserves a place on our blog and she ain't wrong, I mean she still rocks Latex now,, but who can forget that moment in Candyman when the guys stepped aside and she stepped out in the tiny Latex uniform, plus she looks so beautiful in those classic glamour uniforms.
Thanks Kitty XX









 And where would we be if we did not have a glimpse of Andy in another iconic roll.



Wednesday, 2 June 2021

The spy who came into the Pavilion plus Wednesday round up

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  Sorry, this is a bit of a short midweek round up, Wednesday has caught me on the hop, plus my computer is giving all sorts of problems again "Grrrrrr!!!!!", but never fear we have the important bit which is the next chapter of Mistress LeatherBeths awesome story, plus a few other bits an bobs.

Firstly another lost audition, in which Andy tried out for the role of  Princess Tamina in the film Price of Persia. The role went to the gorgeous Gemma Arterten  



As my machine is playing up, it might be appropriate to do a classic clip show and re-run some old captions, some might have over looked.
Hey! if is works for the BBC it will work for us.









Then how about I let you do some work and let us see if these inspire ideas in your naughty minds in the same way they do me






By the way, Yes that is a boy!!!!!!




So now the main event, I place you in the hands of Mistress LeatherBeth
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The Spy Who Came Into the Pavilion 
By Mistres LeatherBeth
Chapter 6


Yevgeny regained consciousness again and discovered that he was lying in a ditch at the side of a lane. He slowly scrambled to his feet and looked around. And there, a couple of hundred metres away, in the field into which the lane faded, was the Civic. As he stumbled toward it, he tried to piece together what had happened. He checked his phone and it was almost one thirty pm, so he had nearly four hours to account for. 
The last thing he remembered was getting out of the car to stretch his legs. He’d heard a faint sound behind him, but before he could turn to see who it was, there had been a sharp prick in his thigh. Within seconds nausea had become unconsciousness. Now here he was, seemingly in the same village. Whichever FSB operative had incapacitated him had not thought it necessary to kill him, for which he was obviously grateful. Part of him just wanted to get as far as possible from here. But he was as greedy as most of the human race. He knew the potential profits to be made from the game he’d got mixed up in and was loath to quit just yet.
The long spell of warm weather had made the lane hard and bumpy, and progress was slow for someone in Yevgeny’s condition, so he had plenty of time to hear the sounds coming from the other side of the hedge. He peered through a gap and saw a group of locals performing one of their ancient rituals, the one which he believed was called крикет, apparently pronounced ‘krkyet’. Really, if they had to have these ridiculous observances, why did they not just delegate such tasks to their peasantry?
He was about to turn away and retrieve the Civic, when he suddenly did a double take. Was that Mr Cooper, wearing a white coat and straw hat, who appeared to be undertaking the function of a dancing master to the proceedings in the field? Yevgeny began to think. He’d never actually met Mr Cooper, only seen a photo of him, so he wouldn’t be recognised. Maybe all was not lost. Maybe he needn’t flee the village. Maybe he could rescue some profit from this exercise. Maybe he could at least get himself a vodka while he got some of the stiffness out of his neck and planned his next move. He squeezed through the gap and, keeping close to the hedge, began to circle the field.
“Andy, I’m sorry I’ve been delayed,” cried Jane, as she briskly but gracefully mounted to the front of the Pavilion via the side steps. All heads turned as she made her entrance. It was a close run thing between the length of her shorts and the height of the heels on her ankle boots, both measuring about 16cm, and once again Andy marvelled at his Aunt’s unique style. If Jane thought an outfit looked good, she wore it, and such was her confidence that no one would ever think to disagree. She’d paired the shorts with a blouse which on anyone else would have been considered two sizes too small; Jane had obviously decided that the this was not bra weather, and the metallic silver material clung. Anyone wanting a definition of the word ‘cling’ would simply need to have observed Jane that afternoon.
“I’ve not missed anything, have I?”, she asked.
“Just the toss,” said Andy. “Derrington won and put us in, so Will will be batting first wicket down.”
Jane turned her attention to Kerry. “Hello,” she said. Andy could see that Kerry was reeling slightly from Jane’s entrance and style, and helped out by making the introductions.
“Aunt Jane, this is Kerry, Mr Cooper’s PA. Kerry, this is my Aunt Jane.”
“Your Aunt?” gulped Kerry, and then recovered.
He said, “Hello, pleased to meet you. Andy has told me a little bit about you. Could I get you a drink?”
“I’ll go,” said Jane. “They never get my Pimm’s just as I like it unless I keep an eye on them. Do you two want top ups? By the way, Kerry, dear, I love your shoes,” she said over her shoulder as she vanished into the Pavilion.

“That’s your aunt?” gulped Kerry, her expression a wide eyed mix of confusion and amazement.
“Yes, why?”
“it’s just that, well, when you said aunt, I pictured someone middle aged, or even an older lady. And your Aunt Jane doesn’t fit either of those descriptions.”
“Hardly!” said Andy, smiling. “We’re not actually related. She’s a family friend, but I’ve called her Aunt since I was little.”
“And she always dresses like that?”
“She dresses exactly how she wants to dress. Her own taste is all that matters.”
“She looks like the ideal person to help bring out the girl inside. You’re happy with that?” asked Kerry.
“I am now,” said Andy. “In the beginning it was terribly embarrassing, but Aunt Jane knew best. And now I have Will, and I couldn’t be happier. How long have you been Kerry?”
“Well, I told Mum when I was 15, but, looking back, Kerry had been just below the surface since forever.”
“And your Mum was OK with that?”
“She’s the most open minded person you could imagine,” said Kerry.
Their conversation was interrupted by the appearance of George Cooper and Matt Crawford, striding out into the middle, closely followed by the Derrington team, who went into a huddle halfway to the square.
A few seconds later the opening batsmen, Alice Aldridge and Darren Swift, appeared, and made their way to the middle, swinging their bats in a 360° arc and stretching them above their heads in the time honoured manner. Alice remained at the wicket at the Pavilion End, whilst Darren went on and took middle and off at the Grange End, ready to receive the first delivery. Chris Mills set an attacking field; three slips, a gully and a backward short leg, together with third man, extra cover, mid on and deep square leg. George Cooper lowered his arm, and Chris Mills came in off his long run up. Game on!
Olga’s plans were undergoing a rethink. In her mind she’d got everything set up. Cooper and the pretty boy should by now have been wetting themselves at the thought of what they’d let themselves in for. Yet they were looking untroubled. Certainly, if they’d been at all worried they’d hardly have been spending time at the cricket.
It was plain that George Cooper would be otherwise engaged for some time, and she doubted that she could isolate Haskins in the short term either. Best just to recline the seat in the Audi (parked in the shade of the trees overhanging the nets) and wait.
It’s generally agreed that bowlers don’t usually make the best captains; they over bowl themselves, for one thing. But Chris Mills considered himself an all rounder, so he thought that the accepted wisdom didn’t apply to him, and his ego was able to explain away his barely adequate stats. So it was a surprise to almost all present when his first delivery pitched just back of a length an inch outside off, reared, took the inside edge of the bat, and Darren played onto his leg stump for a duck, a golden duck. Zero for one after one ball. Cries of “unlucky, Daz” accompanied him as he trudged up the steps and back into the Pavilion.
Darren Swift, b Mills 0 (0/1)
Will was still adjusting his gloves as he crossed with Darren and clattered down the Pavilion steps, to be greeted by a smirking Chris Mills.
“Scraping the bottom of the barrel already, aren’t we? A schoolboy and a woman vicar? We’ll have this this game won inside an hour.”



Aha, thought Will. You want to sledge, do you? OK, then. He replied, “You might need to do that if you don’t want a couple of your team missing their bedtime,” said Will, nodding towards a couple of lads who were probably no more than fifteen, and looked younger. Budgie had made it clear that one of the reasons why Derrington were so unpopular was their objection to female players when they had been admitted by the League a few years earlier, and Chris Mills had been the leader of their opposition.
Will took middle stump, and Mills charged in again. This time, however, he overstepped by several inches. Will had anticipated this, and swept the resulting long hop through the unoccupied long leg area for four, taking the score up to 6 (including the two extras for the no ball).
And so the match settled down. Derrington’s other opening bowler was more accurate and consistent, but of no great pace, and Will and Alice began to put together a useful second wicket partnership.
Olga stiffened as agent TB12 hobbled into view down the side of the Pavilion before joining the Haskins party. She really needed to know how the Bulgarians were involved, so she quietly but swiftly stepped out of the Audi. Carefully moving from one patch of shadow to the next she approached the Pavilion’s kitchen door, which had not been locked the last time that a bag of rubbish had been put out. In her dark charcoal calfskin boiler suit she was barely visible outside direct sunlight. The kitchen contained only two people, both with their backs to her as they prepared tea. They were listening to ‘Haslemere FM’ (“Serious hip hop for South West Surrey”). Unknown to them, Olga tiptoed through the other door and turned right towards the Pavilion’s front door, from where she could eavesdrop on TB12 and the others. And the first words she heard were from Kerry, “…and at that very moment, the Hummingbird went off on a ten setting, and I nearly had a heart attack!”
Hummingbird, thought Olga. The code name for some type of secret weapon, maybe? But everyone seemed to find the reference hilarious. Everyone, that is, except Agent TB12. He was such a master of deviousness, thought Olga, with his expression of total and utter confusion and bewilderment, plain in spite of the Ray Bans.
TB12 maintained his silence, and Olga realised that she was unlikely to pick up anything worthwhile. He and Haskins would be unwilling to discuss business in front of their companions. Olga studied both of these. “Я бы никого из них не выбил из постели”, she thought. (‘I wouldn’t kick either of them out of bed’). Both had lots going from them. The younger was edibly cute, not very experienced, perhaps, but with a sultry vibe. Meanwhile the elder exuded style and hot sex from every pore. Maybe, she thought as she made her way back to the Audi, when she and Cooper had concluded their business, Olga just might ask to be introduced.

Wednesday, 5 May 2021

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 Mid week is upon us and thanks to a bank holiday in Britain it has arrived quicker than i was thinking, However we still have time for a few morsels of fun, with guest art from Shadoman and the second chapter of Mistress LeatherBeths amazing new story.

Thank you for your support and kindness, take care 

XX

Andy

Here are a couple of images created by our friend Shadoman, there are two tributes to the work of Christeen and one rather nice stand alone piece.

Thank you Shado for these Big hugs XX







A wonderful video from 2018 of singer Tina Karol, who appeared in a series of Atsuko Kudo Latex outfits on The Voice of Ukraine . Really gotta give credit to Wear Latex for editing this clip.https://www.wearlatex.com



Finally from me is this, I love the film Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets, it is so wildly imaginative and fun, plus is stars the lovely Cara Delevingne. But imagine if it had starred our very own Hero/Heroine of the spaceways.


  

And now we get to the main feature, Chapter two of


The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion

Chapter 2

Kerry made good time driving down, and it was at a little after 7am that he parked down the
side of the house and let himself in through the back door.
“Is that you, Kerry?”
“Yeah, Mum, it’s me. Can I be cheeky and ask you for some breakfast while I go and change?”
“Of course, darling. Bacon, egg, sausage, fried slice?”
“Two of each, thanks, and a mug of tea.”
“Coming up. Love the new shoes, by the way.”
Twenty minutes later and looking a lot more like the stereotype of the powerful businessman’s
trusted Personal Assistant, Gary Haskins was tucking into Mum’s spread.
“Well,” said Pam Haskins, “What brings Kerry all the way down here from Manchester on a
Saturday morning, and what’s Gary got planned for the weekend?”
“Same answer to both questions, Mum.” replied Gary, “Work, you might have guessed.”
“I still don’t understand why George Cooper can live ten minutes down the road from here, and
you have to live in Manchester,” said Pam.
“Come on, we’ve been through this before, Mum,” said Gary. “Between the petro-chemical
division in Ellesmere Port, the new retail development near Chester, the telecoms in
Mytholmroyd, the renewables operation in Morecambe and the half a dozen other companies
strung between Grimsby and Wrexham, Manchester is the ideal location for me to get round
everywhere, keeping a personal eye for Mr Cooper on the UK end of his operations.”
“And for Kerry to enjoy herself,” smiled his mother.
“Just be glad I don’t have responsibility for the quarter of the Australian Northern Territory that
Cooper Amalgamated owns,” said Gary.
“But what’s so special about this weekend, dear?” asked Pam.
“Well, don’t spread this around down at the corner shop, but Cooper Amalgamated have come
to certain arrangements with certain associates of a certain Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin to
acquire certain rights to certain mineral deposits in certain locations within certain former
Soviet central Asian republics. And before you ask me whether I’m certain, yes, I’m sure. But
problems have cropped up. Our man over in Tashkent, that’s Uzbekistan, Yevgeny Piotrevich
Kropotkin, was supposed to recruit a character named Жosimov, whose significance even I don’t
know, but who is apparently vital to the project, to facilitate the deal. Three days ago, on Mr Cooper’s
orders, I informed Yevgeny that if he failed to recruit Жosimov he would lose his job (although I think Mr
Cooper might be bluffing, but I can’t be sure). Anyway, Yevgeny has panicked, and is on his way to
see Mr Cooper at The Grange. And Mr Cooper won’t be happy about that.”
“I can imagine,” said Pam. “And how is dear Belinda? And The Queen of the Night?”
“You know Belinda. She’s just...Belinda. And, apparently, this is a Belinda weekend. If I need to
contact Mr Cooper on a Belinda weekend, it has to be in person. Those are the orders. And I
wish you wouldn’t make these digs about Mrs C. Once you get to know her, she’s harmless. For
one thing, I’ve heard her sing, and she’s no Diana Damrau.”


“She wouldn’t thank you for calling her harmless, I’m sure. Anyway, how can you be sure that
this Yevgeny isn’t already here, dear?”
”There are no direct flights from Tashkent on Fridays, so he’d have to change in Moscow. Our
Tashkent Office confirms he was with them until 5pm local. Late flight to Vnukovo, early flight
out of Sheremetyevo or Domodedovo, three hour time difference, arriving Heathrow no earlier
than 07.30. Customs, passport control, pick up hire car, drive, and arrive here at 09.00 at the
absolute earliest. He must have texted me during his Moscow layover.”
“I can see why Mr Cooper appreciates your thoroughness. But are you sure you should be
telling me all of his business secrets, dear?” asked Pam.
“Mum, I’ve been telling you everything for as long as I can remember. When I came out when I
was 14yo. And then about Kerry, a year or so later. And when Simon broke my heart, and
everything else. And you’ve always been there for me, my best friend and the keeper of my
secrets, and you’ve taught me makeup, and heels, and everything. I don’t think you’re going to
change now.”
“Well,” replied Pam, “I couldn’t let my lovely little girl be my miserable little boy, could I? But,”
she continued, “what I was meaning to ask you was, should you really be telling me that Mr
Cooper is in the process of trying to defraud Vladimir Putin?”
“You may say that, Mum. I couldn’t possibly comment. Anyway, I’d best be off. I might be back
later, or maybe tomorrow. Whichever, remind me to show you my new latex dress.”
“I’ll look forward to that,” said Pam, as Gary kissed her forehead. “Just keep a lookout for the
KGB, is my advice.”
“FSB, Mum”
“What?”
“Federal Security Bureau. It replaced the KGB back in 1995. Federal'naya Sluzhba Bezopasnosti
Rossiyskoy Federatsii.”
“Now, now, remember the wise words of Sheldon Cooper, dear. Nobody likes a know it all.”
Gary just grinned, picked up his small suitcase, climbed into the car and set off on the ten
minute journey to The Grange.
Will had been awoken earlier by Andy’s oral attention to his nipples, but that had been some
fifty minutes ago, and they were both now relaxing in each other’s arms. Over the last few
weeks, Andy had developed what Will could only describe as a ‘sultry’ face in bed, although
Andy had sworn that he had no idea what Will meant. Whichever way you looked at it though,
several more sessions of bedsport, to use a favourite medieval expression, would have been on
the cards, had Will not said, “Sorry, but I need to catch Kat as soon as I can.”
“Oh? Tiring of me?” grinned Andy.
Will studiously ignored Andy’s attempt at humour, and hurriedly dressed. “If Kat could find a
place in the team for me, it would be really great, wouldn’t it? I’ve not played at all so far this
season, but Budgie reckons that there could be vacancies, what with holidays, and with it being

the start of the harvest. And leg spin is always useful, so I should have a good chance. But I
don’t want to leave it too late to speak to her. You don’t mind, do you?”

“I think it would be wonderful,” said Andy. “I was never as good a player as you, but it will be
great to watch. But do you think Kat will be up and about this early?”
“Game Day?” said Will. “No problem.”
Their farewell kiss lasted no more than five minutes, before Will headed off to the pub.
Normally, the village would be quiet this early on a Saturday morning, deserted even. So, Will
was surprised by the amount of action on view as he strolled towards the Fullerton Arms. The
first person he saw was Jane, leaving the vicarage, and looking somewhat furtive as she did so.
Her ice blue latex gown, low cut, backless and slit to the waist, which had attracted so much
admiration at the Extravaganza, wasn’t exactly ‘pop down to the village shop first thing in the
morning’ wear. Normally Jane would have been oblivious to such niceties, so Will could only
assume that she was thinking of Mayfield’s reputation as she tried to make herself as
inconspicuous as possible by taking the lane opposite the vicarage, down the side of the church,
which then became a footpath across the field and back in the direction of home. Whichever
was her motive, it meant that she didn’t catch sight of Will, who made a note to himself to tell
Andy so that they could tease her.
Will was then surprised to see a blue Civic parked in the car park of the Fullerton Arms. Its
driver was looking at least as furtive as Jane. From his movements and actions, Will reckoned
that he was in the middle of a heated phone call. He rang off abruptly and seemed to begin to
use the map on his phone to work out some precise locations. A stranger in the village so early
in the morning?
Will was about to step into the road, to cross to the pub, when he heard the sound of a
powerful car engine approaching. He paused, and a couple of seconds later a Mazda MX5 (the 2
litre Sport model) swooped past and, to Will’s surprise, applied the brakes and glided into
Strawberry Lane. A few moments later, silence. So, the Coopers had an early morning visitor?
Interesting. Anyway, Will kept his mind on the important matter in hand (getting a place in the
cricket team), and was soon knocking on the door of Kat and JoJo’s flat at the top of the steps
by the side of the pub.
Consequently, he didn’t get to see yet another new face in the village. A mysterious woman,
thirty years old maybe, dark hair, glamourous in an exotic sort of way, who was seated in a
head turning bright red Audi A5 Cabriolet outside Polly Evans’ sweet shop. And she was
surveying the whole village scene through some seriously powerful looking binoculars.

To Be Continued 

Tuesday, 27 April 2021

Wednesday round up and a new story

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  Super happy to be able to bring you the next addition to the tales of Village life as brought to you by the wonderful Mistress Leather Beth.
 Today we have the first  Chapter, I have read up to 5 and they are such fun and even more complex and twisty than before. 

    However before that a couple of things from me.
Firstly quick re-imagining of Pirates of the Caribbean with our sweet Andy in the roll of Elizabeth Swan. Personally I think not even Andy can compete with Keira
XXX
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 and now a strange thing which i Shared 
with Skinnie S and our  Friend Amber 
the other week.
It would seem an image i created purely as a bit of fun a few years ago, has gained a life of its own.
 





This Pic of Emma Watson in her Latex leggings has been picked up by at least 2 online style blogs as real.
What a giggle.










And now finally the main event of the day.


The Spy Who Came Into The Pavillion

By Mistress LeatherBeth

Chapter 1


OK. Listen up, folks. I don’t want any of you thinking that the HotHouse Extravaganza that we heard about last time was anything like the full weekend, fetish fuelled orgies which we all attend several times a year.

For a start, Madame Stella was determined to ensure that, for all the fun that the guests might enjoy, it was never to be forgotten that there was a commercial basis to the exercise, new products to be introduced, orders and measurements to be taken, fittings to be completed and delivery dates to be agreed.

Magdalena had indeed, with Belinda’s ‘assistance’, hosted a considerable number of memorable ‘weekends’ since they’d moved into The Grange some five years ago, but even Izzy was in awe of Lois Watkins’ drive and ruthless business acumen. If Madame Stella were to have her way, then the entire population would have a minimum of two kinks each before the end of the decade, or better still, Thursday week. And HotHouse would cater for them all. But it was the pressure of this business element which restricted the event to the single evening.

And that evening was a Friday, rather than the more obvious Saturday, because the latter was set aside for an even more important event.

Thus it was that things began to wind down soon after midnight. For those living locally it was a simple matter of strolling home. However, those who had travelled a little further would use a designated driver (ever the job of the subbie). But for those without such a driver, or who were in no rush, or who were wishing to make a weekend of it, there was the Fullerton Arms.

Dick and Josie, seeing a business opportunity, had moved into an annexe in the private garden around the back of the pub, and the large family sized accommodation in the upper storey had been converted into half a dozen guest rooms. These weren’t large but were exceedingly well appointed. And the local area had excellent fishing, so Dick wasn’t at all reliant just on events at The Grange for business (although there was an overlap. They’d had more than one guest with a fetish for waders). However, he and Izzy had come to an arrangement to ensure that people who were attending events, who would not be leaving immediately afterwards, and who couldn’t be accommodated at The Grange, would be directed to the pub. And it was their architect, a Dom known as “Destroyer of Souls” (whose speciality was tickle torture), who had made the suggestion that the odd space under the eaves could be converted into a staff flat. This had suited Kat, who was looking for a place of her own as both Ben and Tess were trying to get her to move in with her, something which didn’t suit her (See Fun in the Village, Chapter 3).

Jane and Mayfield had been among the first to leave, “Mayfield is still a little unsteady,” Jane had explained, “so I’ll just make sure he gets back safely to the Vicarage.” Andy and Will glanced at each other as Jane turned away and went back over to Mayfield, who was still smiling in his deck chair. Will almost lost control, breaking into a big grin, whilst Andy only managed to stifle a giggle by nibbling his lower lip in just about the cutest, hottest way imaginable.

“I think I’ll just help with the tidying up,” said Andy, and began to collect plates and glasses to take through to the kitchen, where Belinda had already made a start on one of the many piles of washing up.

Looking round, Will saw the oversized hutch containing the latex white rabbit Cottontail, AKA Josie Atlee, and the large pet basket filled with Jules and Jazz, twitching in their sleep as latex kitten and vixen.

“’Ere, gimme ‘and wi’ these two, chum, if tha’ dun’t mind.” Will looked round, and recognised Budgie, who was now feeling thoroughly refreshed after his spell in the vacbed (not that Will was aware of this). It transpired that Budgie had made his van, which he normally used to transport his karaoke equipment, available to transport the hutch and the pet basket to the pub.

Having nothing else to do until Andy had been released from his duties and they could leave, Will assented.

As they manhandled the hutch (still containing a tharn Josie) out of the French windows and around the side of the house, Will looked for a topic of conversation. “Erm, you’re not from around here, are you?” he asked. “It’s mi posh accent, in’t it?” grinned Budgie, “folks is allus tellin’ me as ow impressive ‘tis. Nay,” he continued, “’am Ozzletwizzle born ‘n’ bred.”

“Ah,” said Will, “you’re from Yorkshire.”

“Ey up, tha’ cheeky bugger,” replied Budgie. “Tha’ conna goo reaund accusin’ decent, honest folk o’ bein’ a Yorkie. Tha’ll be gettin’ thisen a clip reaund ‘lug.” Will, startled by the vehemence of Budgie’s reply, actually took a step back, and found himself searching for a form of apology.

“Nay, lad,” said Budgie, “’am marlockin’ thee, tha knaws, pullin’ thi leg. ‘Am from Oswaldtwistle. Nex’ do-er t’Accrin’ton. Lankysheer!”

“Lancashire,” said Will. “I can see how you might not be happy with my mistake”

“Nay, lad, it’s gradely. Anyroad, wi’d best be getten this tuthri lasses t’ t’pub.”

“OK,” said Will, glad that Budgie seemed to have taken no real offence. “I don’t want to keep Andy waiting too long.”

“Andy? That’s thi boyfriend, in’t it? If tha’ d’unt mind me seein so, yon’s a brahma o’ a lass.”

“Thanks,” said Will, hoping that this was an appropriate response to a comment which, quite honestly, meant nothing to him.

At least the hutch was stable and not too difficult to manoeuvre, and Josie was soon parked next to the banked down fire in the fireplace of the pub lounge. By comparison, the basket, with its double contents and undulating, flexible construction, was the cause of much cursing in both English and Lanky, but finally Dick was sliding the bolts behind them, and they climbed into the van for the short return journey to The Grange.

As Will unbuckled his seat belt, Budgie said, “’Assume tha’ll be watching ‘cricket tomorrer?” “The game against Derrington?” replied Will, “O yes. Aunt Jane has made the rivalry quite plain. The whole village will be turning out, I imagine,” replied Andy.

“Rivalry? Tha’ d’unt know th’alf on it.” said Budgie. ‘Ave unny lived ‘ere a fyow yearn, but f’ basic loathin’ ‘ave nurr senn eaut t’ metch it. ‘A yoos think Burnley ‘n’ Blackburn were as tough as it got, but they’re proper lovey-dovey compurred wi’ us ‘n’ Derrington.

“Another thing is, they’ve wun t’league seven o’t’ last ten yearn. We wun one o’ t’uthers, mind, ‘n’ beat ‘em t’last day o’ t’season in t’decider, but they’re as cocky a bunch as tha’ll e’er cum across, ‘n’ they’re not beyont cheatin’. Wi’v got thrash ‘em tomorrer. D’ost play?”

“Sorry? Oh, do I play? Actually, yes. I was First XI captain at school,” replied Will. “Bat at three, leg-spinner.”

Budgie’s ears pricked up. “A leggy? Wi’v noan had a leggy on’t team in o’ mi time ‘ere. A conna offer thee a place i’t side, but a think as ‘ow Kat’d be reet interested.”

“Kat? Why Kat?” asked Will.

“A thowt tha’d knaw, she’s captain o’ t’ team,” replied Budgie.

Kerry Haskins hadn't had this much fun in ages. The music was beyond deafening, which was fine, because it was only fit for dancing, not listening. Kerry ground his arse's tightest black vinyl pants into the crotch of the hunk behind him and was rewarded by several smacks across the rear. He was in two minds, however. He was really enjoying himself, and after the recent busy few weeks he'd had, and having had to deal with the Yevgeny ultimatum Mr Cooper had given him on Wednesday, he thought he deserved some clubbing fun. But equally, he really wanted to drag the hunk back to his place and play several rounds of 'bang the brain out'. Suddenly he almost jumped out of his thong. 

His Hummingbird (a present from Magdalena) had jumped from a pleasant 2, to a crotch-watering 10. Kerry whimpered an excuse to Sasha (the hunk) and staggered off in the direction of the toilets. Once there, he retrieved his phone, turned off the remote app, and came down with a bump. Whose dumb idea had it been to link the app to a specific phone contacts group, which he'd named 'Tashkent'? Oh, yeah. His idea. Well, the Tashkent deal was super important to Cooper Amalgamated, and if Kerry had missed a call from any of the parties involved, Mr Cooper would not have been pleased. Ah, well, at least he hadn't missed this call, thank goodness. Only a text, in fact, but a long one in which Yevgeny was making his position quite clear and supplying significant new information. And he would be making it even clearer, but face to face with George Cooper. He would be at The Grange in about seven or so hours’ time, around Saturday breakfast. And Kerry was pretty damn sure that George wouldn't care for Yevgeny to meet Belinda. And George would also prefer Kerry’s news in person.

Kerry, having turned the upper limit of the app down to a 6, tidied up his make up, put back on his lilac suede open-toed platforms with their five inch heel, and staggered out of the toilets just in time to see Sasha on the landing half way up to the Bloom Street exit, with that tramp Gloria.

“Oh, well,” she thought, “I suppose I’ll just have to concentrate on work instead. I really do need to get to The Grange before Yevgeny, or head him off, or something.”

With that she also headed for the exit.



To Be Continued