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Last time I shared a couple of items from the "Travelling Alone" collection,so I thought I'd do it again with these.
Once again those ever welcoming cabin crew are there to offer comfort to the nerves passenger, though they might not have been nervous when they boarded.
If you do not have any German in your lexicon then you are in the same position as this lovely lady, which just adds to the thrill.
Now from our dear Ambre, two cute little images , the first directly connected to the piece of art posted the other day with Andy getting Foxy
Before we get to Skinnie, take time to enjoy these clever pieces put together by our friend Kitka,who has tinkered with a few pieces of my art and come up with some amazing ideas.
This time Andy gets all catwoman and Then we meet the green goddess and finally we take our first look at Kitkas own world, the world were Mars Needs Sissies!
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And now, drum roll, here is a new story from our dear Skinnie Stallion,Based on Ai art featured over on the Patreon
Strangest Things: Mrs Lockehart
Really, those boys! Alice didn't understand why Mrs Teller had so many. Surely one was enough? When she'd got the first, Mrs Teller said it was to provide additional help about the house. She'd tried to justify it by saying that Alice wasn't getting any younger and that maybe she'd appreciate some assistance. It wasn't something that Alice felt she could refuse. Not that Alice ever received any help. The boy seemed to spend all his time running after Mrs Teller. 'Looking after her needs' was James' explanation when she challenged him, though Mrs Teller seemed very happy with the service he provided. And why did James always wear a kilt? It might be the Teller tartan, but it was so short. What kind of boy wore a kilt like a mini-skirt? Strange boy.
Then Mrs Teller had got a second. She said it was because James felt lonely. She wanted him to have a friend to play with. Honestly, she made it sound as if James was a toddler rather than a young man of 22. Alice thought it was more because James was starting to wear make-up and Mrs Teller wanted John to be a positive influence on him. Unfortunately it had worked the other way: John started to wear make-up too. Rather than discourage them, Mrs Teller had pandered to their tastes, ading a full vanity unit to their bedroom furniture. It was soon covered in pansticks, lipsticks, brushes, mascara, eye shadows and pots of nail varnish. From one strange boy to two strange boys.
So then Mrs Teller had both James and John at her beck and call. Not that either did any housework. It just meant Alice had another mouth to cook for and more laundry. At least there was no additional bedding since James and John shared a bedroom and a bed. Mrs Teller said that it was more economic for them to have one double rather than two singles in the second bedroom. Not that it got slept in very often. Alice would often find their sheets undisturbed in the morning. Strange that.
And then Simon had arrived. He was a rescue boy, said Mrs Teller. Rescue from what, Alice wondered. Apparently he'd been poorly cared for in his last home and needed house training. Honestly, she made it sound like he was a puppy. Perhaps that was why he slept in a basket at the foot of James and John's bed. At least that was another saving on laundry since he just needed his blankets changed every so often. Not that the basket ever looked like it got it slept in. James and John would show him how well brought up boys behaved. Boys! Why did Mrs Teller call them 'Boys'? They were young men, though admittedly Simon was younger; 18 or 19, she guessed. Dropped out of university to be a 'domestic', apparently. Domesticated, more like, although his manners were improving since he'd arrived except she had caught him kissing both James and John when she'd been moving between rooms. She blamed Mrs Teller: she seemed to kiss her 'Boys' with gay abandon. Hugging and cuddling them as if they were her personal playthings. Strange woman.
They weren't just 'Boys', Mrs Teller said; they were B&K Boys. B&K: that stood for Bergman and Knightley. Bergman and Knightley was that fancy store in town. Alice had never been in there: it looked expensive and way beyond her price bracket. Mrs Teller had dressed differently since she started going to B&K. That had changed Alice’s laundry days. Mrs Teller had stopped wearing cotton dresses or linen. Not even satin or silk. Everything seemed to be shiny and not need a normal wash. Her new things might be not need to go in the machine but they needed very careful treatment. A lot of individual sponging and careful drying, then talcing before they were put away. Mrs Teller had even swapped her linen sheets for rubber ones. Black rubber ones. Anyone would think she had an incontinence problem. She didn’t, but Alice often found curious little damp patches in the morning. Still, at least the ironing had reduced. It was now mostly tablecloths and, of course, the boys' kilts, shirts and undies. It was unfortunate that Alice didn't feel that she could tell Mrs Teller that she thought her mistress looked ridiculous, dressing like a girl half her age. Still the boys seemed to like it. They spent a lot of time polishing her. Many was the time the boys would adjourn to her bedroom to give her a polish. Strange she needed polishing so often but she always came down with a nice shine and a real glow about her.
Alice had been with housekeeper for Mrs Teller for fifteen years and thought she’d got used to her ways. But then there’d been the fourth arrival. This time it was Andrew. Mrs Teller described him as a stray. Apparently Bergman and Knightley wanted Mrs Teller to take in Andrew and care for him: they’d seen how much Simon had improved since living with her. In their eyes Andrew needed a proper Host to look after him and guide him. B&K made it sound like he needed house training. They didn’t want him running away like he’d done with his last ‘owner’. Alice was sure Mrs Teller had used the word ‘owner’. Strange word to use.
It was all getting too much for Alice. Now she had four additional mouths to cook for, and do all the laundry and cleaning for. She was thinking about handing in her resignation when Mrs Teller doubled her wages. Which was strange but welcome since she’d not had a raise since James arrived three years ago..
Seemingly B&K provided a stipend to the Host for each B&K Boy that they looked after. So Mrs Teller now had four B&K Boys: two of her own and two where she was a B&K Host. Simon and Andrew had clearly helped her finances. Alice hoped Mrs Teller wasn’t going to get any more despite her rise. Mrs Teller had quite a small house with just the two bedrooms on the first floor and Alice’s little bed sitting room in what had been the attic. It was all getting a bit cramped and noise carried everywhere. Many was the time when the boys had to adjourn to their bedroom to get some space or go up with Mrs Teller to her bedroom. They did like to play games in their bedrooms since Alice often heard strange noises and cries echoing through the house.
At least B&K also helped with a clothing allowance for the boys. They were now providing the boys’ little kilts although it looked their shirts came more from their range of ladies blouses with their buttons on the left. And now they were wearing stockings rather than socks and their brogues had been replaced by Gibson high heels. Needs must, thought Alice. She guessed that, as a female fashion store, it was all B&K could provide but they did rather suit the strange boys.
Mrs Teller had allowed all the Boys to grow their hair longer too and have it styled. Honestly, Alice often thought she was in a house full of girls given how all they shrieked, tittered and dressed, rather than four young men. Mrs Teller didn’t seem to mind. B&K had also supplied a collar for Andrew in case Mrs Teller wanted to take him out for walks. It was probably unnecessary but here was no way Mrs Teller was going to allow her strange boy to stray.
Mrs Teller didn't seem to care what it looked like going out with a boy on a lead. Or what her neighbours would think about the boy being in high heels and wearing what increasingly looked like a tartan mini-skirt. Truth be told, Alice thought Andrew looked rather cute when he was wearing his collar and stepping out daintily on his heels. It was strange but the boy was starting to look more like a girl than a boy. That seemed to be happening to all of them: James, John and Peter too. They’d all become very effeminate. And the strange boys also were becoming ever more affectionate towards Mrs Teller: was it something in Alice's cooking or the effect that Mrs Teller had on them?
The boys followed Mrs Teller round the house obediently. They sat with her. They curled up with her. If there wasn’t a seat, they lolled or kneeled at her feet. They fawned over her, desirous of her company. Mrs Teller was most insistent that each took a regular nap in the afternoon. After lunch, she’d take them up in turns for an hour’s lie down in her bedroom. Copying their Mistress, James and John often did the same with Simon and Andrew. At least it meant that downstairs was quieter and Alice could get on with dusting and meal preparation. It was curious that they managed to get much sleep given the strange banging noises emanating from both bedrooms.
Things seemed to have settled down into a daily ritual in the Teller household. Breakfast: Ms Teller expected the boys to be showered, made-up and dressed. A walk, or walkies as would be more appropriate for Andrew. Back for elevenses. A little private tutorial upstairs with Ms Teller in her bedroom with one of the boys, while the others read or did their nails. Lunch. Afternoon naps and more tutorials. An early dinner. Television watching for a few hours with all of them on the sofa with Ms Teller. Alice would leave them to it and disappear to her little bedsit after she’d done the washing up. An early night. It was strange how things had settled down so smoothly although there was clearly some movement on the floor below during the night. Obviously some of the boys had strange cases of insomnia and needed a comforting word with Ms Teller.
Then one day Ms Teller said she needed to visit her sister, which was strange because she never talked about her. She said she’d be back by the evening and that Alice was in charge while she was away. She made the boys promise to be good while she was away and good with Alice. Mrs Teller said she’d take them to B&K tomorrow if Alice gave good reports about them. Alice was left on her own after lunch, if you can call being in a house with four boys ‘on your own’. Simon and Andrew had gone upstairs, presumably for their naps. In the absence of Ms Teller, James and John had followed Alice. They’d even offered to help with the drying up and putting away. A first. Maybe the absence of Mrs Teller had a good effect, or the boys’ desire for a positive report was having a strange effect.
As they finished the putting away, James and John moved closer to Alice. She expected them to ask what other jobs she had for them. Instead James said, “We normally have our naps at this time Mrs Lockehart.”
“Yes, James,” agreed Alice. He might have some strange quirks but she’d always thought of James as rather a sweet boy.
“I was wondering if you could take me up.”
“Me too,” added John moving closer to her.
“Well, I don’t know……..”
“We’d really appreciate it if you would come up with us,” averred James. Was that his hand she felt on her bottom?
“I’m not sure,” replied Alice nervously.
“We’d make it worth your while,” added John starting to touch the top of her blouse.
“I’d have to ask Mrs Teller,” protested Alice. She was starting to get a hot flush. It was years since she’d been this close to a young man, let alone two. Two very attractive young men. Two strangely pretty young men. John began to fiddle with the top button of her blouse. James hand on her buttocks had turned into a finger that was starting to press and probe in their cleft. She was getting more and more flustered, and feeling herself getting more and more moist. What were these boys doing to her? Why was she strangely attracted to them. “Um…..boys your… Um..er….. your….. Ms... Ms Teller is not home,” she squeaked as James finger worked its way deeper despite the folds of her skirt.
“We know,” simpered John in a seductive tone. Why did John suddenly sound so sexy to her?
“But you are, Mrs Lockehart,” continued James.
“Oh my God,” screeched Alice as James’s other hand reached under her skirt, shuffled her panties aside
and found her G-spot. Meanwhile John gave up fumbling and tore her blouse buttons open, sliding his hand inside her bra to cup her left breast. James pushed her head forward and held it so that John could kiss her. Alice couldn’t move but was starting to melt. A wave of feelings overwhelmed her. She’d never known passion like this. Not with any of her boyfriends when she was younger, and definitely not with the late Mr Lockehart. None of them had made her wet like this. She was starting to go into a strange sensory overload as James stopped his fumbling caresses and dropped to his knees behind her. Next thing she knew, his head had burrowed under her skirt and his face pressed itself into the crevice of her buttocks. His tongue started to lick and probe while John tweaked her nipples and continued to kiss her, although now his tongue was inside her month. She could feel her own knees weakening. John pulled his mouth away. “Don’t stop!” Alice pleaded. It was strange going wobbly like this.
“I think we should go upstairs,” said John.
“Yes, let’s,” echoed James, emerging from the pleats of Alice’s skirt. He wiped his face. “I feel like an explorer,” he said over Alice’s shoulder to John, “It’s like a forest down there.” He stopped to pick out from between his teeth. He shifted his focus. “Mrs Lockehart, you should have told us. We’ve got Simon and Andrew to fuck, but I think you should come first Mrs Lockehart.”
“Maybe, I should give myself a little trim,” said Alice.
“No, please don’t,” pleaded James. “It will be nice to lick and fuck someone who isn’t shaved to absolute smoothness. It will feel so much more real and raw. And you smell heavenly.”
Alice smiled. Her Yves Saint Laurent ‘Opium’ had been one of her few indulgences since receiving her raise. A little smear between her legs each morning meant the scent was subtle and stayed with her throughout the day. Alice wondered why his words, ‘real and raw’, made her feel incredibly horny.
“We want you to cum a lot. We’ve wanted you for a long time but Ms Teller has always said no,” said John. “But she’s away, and while the cat’s away…”
“…. the boys will play,” interjected Alice. She had never felt emotion like this. She was strangely willing.
“That’s right Mrs Lockehart,” agreed James. “B&K Boys.”
“B&K Boys who like to be Girls,” said Alice. “I’ve never been to bed with a girl before.”
“And now you’ve got four. We’d all like a turn fucking you Mrs Lockehart. And we’d love it if you’d use Ms Teller’s strapon and fuck us afterwards. You’d look so good with a cock on.”
“Would I?” Alice asked. She was wondering whether this is what Ms Teller meant by
'looking after her boys', and whether she might be allowed to join them all on the trip to B&K tomorrow.
“I bet you’ve never fucked a boy before,” challenged John.
“Strangely enough I haven’t,” agreed Alice, “but I think I’m about to learn. And now I’ve got four of you. This definitely is the strangest of days."
