This is a blog about Kinky stuff, at no point are any of the characters under the age of consent. This is the story of a young man discovering his true self with the guidance of a loving and understanding Aunt. It is a tricky world for those who are searching for identity and we should all offer our love and support to those who are struggling.
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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.
Wednesday, 2 June 2021
The spy who came into the Pavilion plus Wednesday round up
Wednesday, 5 May 2021
Welcome to Wednesday
Hi Everyone
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
Tuesday, 27 April 2021
Wednesday round up and a new story
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































