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Wednesday 27 March 2024

Wednesday with Cat, A hint of Bollywood and Mistress Leather Beth

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Hi Everyone
   Sorry if this is a bit rushed but it sums up my week so far, burt I had to pop in to share the next part of Mistress LeatherBeth's superb story, plus so super art from a creator new to the blog and some spots from the world of shiny media.


First off lets us take in the awesome sight of the gorgeous Cat Deeley, back on British tv and brightening our mornings in Pvc

Now some lovely art from a new creator to our blog Der Skalde uses Ai to create soft and sweet art, based on beautiful fashions styled in our favourite Latex and Leather..
 Some Ai can be repetitive but Der Skalde adds so much detail and an air of femininity, it really stands out to me.
So thank you Der Skalde for allowing me to share your work and please everyone follow this link to more.









































Next we take a trip to one of my favourite places Bollywood and the vision that is actress Nikki Tamboli in a stunning gloss gold sarre .
This is breath-taking.


And now a flash back momenmt.
The other day I was watching an old episode of the BBC show Top of the Pops from 1995 and when  this track came on I was instantly taken back to the first time I saw this performance. I had completely forgotten this moment and have never heard this song since ,but I do remember being drawn in by the singers and her oh so special trousers...whatever could they be? Like I said I was only a kid and knew nothing of such things.......I do now 



And now the second part of Mistress Leather Beth's delicious story


The Story So Far:-

This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse. 
We began with Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.
The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.
The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper.
Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’s just come out as gay, and has been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ has piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly, is the daughter of Madam Cropper, who is a principal of The Sisterhood (and therefore no friend of Jane or Andy). Kelly has been brought up within The Sisterhood, and her ambition is to qualify as a Mistress by finding her own boy to feminise. In the meantime, Kelly has been mentoring Leanne, and has also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies. In addition to Chris’ mother, Charlie, there’s Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he has also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, while Chris, involved in some business deal, moved away. Amongst the others is Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper. Steph has inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she will be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who have accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.



MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY
By
Mistress LeatherBeth

Chapter 2


A red Mazda MX-5 Miata containing two attractive young women drove north on the M11 before signalling to turn into Birchanger Green services.
Meanwhile, a red Mazda MX-5 Miata (the 2L sports model) containing a handsome young man drove eastwards around the north of Bishop’s Stortford on the A120 before signalling to turn into Birchanger Green services.
It was late morning on the Friday, and quite busy with people making an early start to their weekends, and no-one gave them a second glance. Not, that is, until they both attempted to occupy the same parking space. A collision, or at least an altercation could have ensued. Fortunately, however, one of the drivers was a perfect gentleman, and deferred to the young lady driving the other car. A few seconds later, an adjacent space became available, and he slotted into it smoothly. Kelly (of course it was Kelly), got out of the first car and strolled across.
“That’s the 2-litre model, isn’t it? About three years old?” There followed an amateur petrolhead conversation.
She was studying the other driver closely, but not obviously, as the first thing she’d noticed when he got out of his car had been his complexion. Flawless. She was for ever on the lookout for a potential sissy to train to achieve Mistress status within The Sisterhood, and she was almost blown away by his possibilities. She asked if he’d stopped for coffee. Receiving an affirmative reply, she told her passenger to stay where she was, and they made their way to the entrance of the main building.
“I’m Kelly, by the way. Kelly Cropper,” she said, as they took their lattes over to a table at Starbucks.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Gary Haskins.”
“And is the 2-Litre worth the extra, Gary?” asked Kelly.
“Well, I’m more than happy with it,” replied Gary, “although I might treat myself to something a little bit special when my latest bonus hits the bank.”
The invitation to Mayfield Court had arrived on the same day that George Cooper (‘Belinda’) had been finalising Kerry’s bonus from Cooper Amalgamated’s recent blockbuster deal (see ‘The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion’). Gary/Kerry had been working eighteen hours a day for months now (well, that’s how it had seemed), and had offered to forego a slice of the bonus in exchange for a couple of weeks extra leave. George had been quite happy to accept the proposal, but Izzy had overheard. She had come over all Lady Magdalena, and had informed Belinda that not only was Kerry to receive the full bonus (a seven-figure sum, making her one of the richest femboys in the country), but she could also take as much leave as she (reasonably) desired. George had, of course, acquiesced without demur.
So, when Kerry had received the invitation from Andy and Jane a couple of hours later, it seemed that it was meant to be. Work had been a little quieter recently, and Kerry had been able to find the time to get her brains banged out several times, making her feel much more relaxed. Which didn’t mean that she would turn down any hot stud guest at Mayfield Court, though. But this morning, what with one thing and another, the time had just rushed by, and Kerry had had insufficient time to get ready, meaning that it was Gary who was having the car-related chit chat.
“So, you’ve got a bonus to spend? asked Kelly.
“Yes, and a few weeks leave, as well.”
Kelly’s brain began whirring. Such a pretty guy, and with time on his hands. An ideal sissification candidate? A little older than she might have liked, but with so much going for him otherwise. But how should she proceed? Oh, and those eyelashes. And those eyebrows.
But it was Gary who got in the next word. “You’re on your way somewhere? You have plans for the weekend?”
“Yes,” replied Kelly. “We’ve been invited to a Country House Party not far from here by some friends.”
“What? Me too,” replied Gary.
“Oh? You know Steph and Leanne?”
“Steph and Leanne? They’re your friends? No. Not at all. I’m going to something similar, but it must be a different house. Anyway, I hope you enjoy yourself,” said Gary, finishing his coffee and rising.
“Erm, actually, I may have a proposition for you, if you’d care to give me your number,” said Kelly. Gary sensed that it wasn’t a straightforward sexual proposition, and Miss Kelly Cropper intrigued him, so numbers were swapped, cars returned to, and farewells exchanged.
At the first set of lights outside the Services Gary got through onto the A120 just as they changed, while Kelly and her companion (Jessica, resplendent in scarlet latex shorts and a matching jacket with the zip open to exhibit an impressive amount of cleavage), were trapped by the red light. Gary put his foot down and was soon outpacing Kelly, eating up the last few miles to Mayfield Court. Roundabout onto the B1383, through Stansted, past the Rose and Crown, right turn, then right again opposite the kennels, and down Elbow Lane, which suddenly opened out to show the House. He couldn’t wait to meet up again with Andy, Jane, Will and their friends, but most of all he couldn’t wait to spend the next couple of weeks, or more, as Kerry.


While Gary, and Kelly and Jessica had been setting off for Mayfield Court on Friday morning, Kat had been around the back of the Fullerton Arms, surveying the Nissan. Giving a car a name, like Matilda or Bruno, would never occur to Kat, but if naming were suggested, she would no doubt agree that the Nissan was probably a ‘Smiffy’ or a ‘Shazzer.’ Nevertheless, the vehicle was roadworthy, and Kat had no real worries about them getting to Mayfield Court in one piece. One repair it had recently acquired, thanks to an unexpected act of generosity from Kat’s father, was that the retractable roof was now in working order.
She went up to the flat and found that JoJo (a hot schoolgirl today) was on her phone planning their route. “Have you seen these directions that Jane sent us? It all seems fairly straightforward until we come off the M11. But then we have to find our way to Mayfield Court, which she describes as being ‘midway between Ugley and Maggots End!’ Apparently, if we find ourselves in Nasty, we’ve gone too far. Let’s hope the country lanes are well signposted.”
“You’re making those names up,” said Kat. “No,” replied JoJo, “look. They’re on the Essex-Hertfordshire border. And Jane’s sent a photo of the house, so we can recognise it from whichever lane we find ourselves on.”
 

“Very impressive,” said Kat. “OK, I don’t think there’s anything else to load in the car, so we might as well set off.” With that she handed over Skinnie, her recently acquired chihuahua (about the only dog not too large for their little flat) to the care of Dick and Josie, and they climbed into the Nissan and pulled out of the Fullerton Arms’ car park to set off for their rendezvous with Chloe, just as two lorries full of building materials arrived. Kat and JoJo weren’t required at the pub for a week or more as renovations were being undertaken, starting on the following Monday morning. The snug would remain open for regulars such as Bert Fry and his pals, with Dick and Josie doing the necessary. But, being good employers, they were giving Kat and JoJo additional paid holiday. Similarly, Chloe had been such a success at HotHouse, catering to the local pervs, that Lady Magdelena’s business partner, Madame Stella had been happy to reward her with a couple of weeks leave, in lieu of some of her commission.


Facing the Main Gate of Mayfield Court, at the top of the drive, was a copse of trees, providing ample cover for a small, camouflaged tent whilst allowing more than adequate views of the drive and surrounds (with the help of powerful SAS binoculars), and here Bianca was setting up camp. It had been quite some time since she’d lived rough like this. In fact, Bianca had never actually used her survival skills before. They had been acquired by Major Damien ‘Sixes’ Hendrickx, of the Special Air Service.
Major Hendrickx? That was Bianca’s identity before a fateful meeting with Ms Laura Cropper, Anton’s father. Laura had still been getting used to her new circumstances, and didn’t realise just what a superb job his ex-wife had done in feminising him, so when she’d picked up Damien and taken him back to her place, she’d assumed that he was aware. But for Damien it had been a bolt from the blue. Between three sessions of sex they’d talked long into the night, with Damien finally admitting that, while he might be one of the toughest soldiers in Her Majesty’s forces, he was, in his heart of hearts, Bianca.
The pair had wept together, after which Laura had given Damien his ex-wife’s contact details. Three months later, Damien had quit the Army, and, some two years after that, he’d dropped out of sight for a few weeks, whereupon Ms Bianca Tierney had emerged from the clinic, anxious to catch up with everything she’d missed.


Gary had arrived at Mayfield Court within ten minutes of accelerating away from Kelly at the red light, and had been welcomed by Mrs Tucker, just crossing from the kitchen garden to the back door. She’d led him upstairs and along the corridor to his room, where Gary had soon set about bringing Kerry to Mayfield Court. She’d meet up with Andy, Jane and everyone else in due course.


Bianca had seen Steph, a hundred metres or so ahead of her, turn the X7 down the drive towards the house; not quite a stately home, but certainly a large, very attractive and comfortable looking residence. She would have to make a few enquiries locally as to the owner, staff, etc. Then she’d spotted the copse. Ideal.
Her main worry had been that there would be no access to cover, or that she may have had to take up residence in a ditch. She’d manoeuvred the Sandero to the rear of the trees, where a slight dip hid it from the road, and set up camp, taking care not to damage her nails.


Andy and Jane had been relaxing on the front lawn of Mayfield Court before lunch on Friday morning. Jane was sending a few important business texts via a burner phone, while Andy was flicking through a small stack of fashion magazines. The weather was already warm, and Jane was giving an outing to a flesh coloured bikini (much to Tori’s amusement), while Andy had settled on the scarlet swimsuit he had modelled for the July 2023 page of the BOY?™ calendar. They both looked up at the same moment. Was that the sound of a car, turning in through the main gates at the other end of the drive? At last, more guests were beginning to arrive.


Will was fairly sure that he was on the right road. Behind him on the scooter a small bag was strapped. His main suitcase was being brought by Andy and Jane. He’d missed Andy so much during the last week or so. So, so much. In fact, just thinking about how much he’d missed him gave him a tremendous hard on. Their reunion was going to be so… sooo… intimate.


As Steph began to slow down as they approached the front of the house, she’d called to the threesome on the seats behind her, “OK, you three, we’re here.”
There was a slight pause, then something of a damp sound as Anton’s cock slowly withdrew from the depths of Leanne’s throat. Meanwhile, Chris’ vacated Leanne’s pussy with a slight pop. She swiftly plugged herself and glanced over Steph’s shoulder to check her make up in the rear view mirror (spotting that her Natasha Denone Glam gold eyeshadow needed attention). It was at this point that she realised that one of her eyelashes must have got caught in Anton’s pubic hair. Fortunately, Anton had felt the tickle down there, and had retrieved the rogue Ruairie Natural, whilst also wiping away the smear of Leanne’s purple lippie.
As soon as Steph had got out of the X7, she exchanged double bise with Jane. Leanne, meanwhile, had dashed over to Andy and thrown her arms around him, holding him close. Will had followed the X7 down the drive, and he sat on the scooter, grinning, as Andy stared at him over Leanne’s shoulder, seemingly begging to be rescued from Leanne’s affection. Will’s grin, however, quickly turned to howls and squeals as the Nissan crew, newly arrived, tiptoed up behind him and began tickling, groping and fondling. It was Andy’s turn to grin at Will’s predicament.

As they proceeded into the house, Tori took Kat on one side. “Kat, isn’t it? I just wanted to thank you for speaking to Mayfield the other week, about Jane.”
“O, sorry if I put my foot in it,” said Kat, “I often open my mouth before I put my brain in gear.”
“Not at all,” said Tori. “I’d got the idea some time ago that there was someone in the village whom Mayfield admired, and it became obvious that it was Jane, but he tends to have this foolish notion that the clergy shouldn’t express themselves emotionally. But after you spoke to him he became defensive, as though there were a situation that he both desired and feared. I can understand, of course. Jane is a larger than life character. But I thought, ‘If they both have some sort of feelings, it can’t do any harm to encourage a closer friendship.’ That’s why I suggested this House Party. Mayfield thinks that it was his idea, and he won’t be here for several more days, but he’ll be able to spend time with Jane away from the prying eyes in the village, whilst giving Alice some experience of running things. So, anyway, thank you very much, Kat.”

Kelly had eventually rolled the Miata to a halt next to several other cars down the side of Mayfield Court, and she and Jessica got out. Her eyes were particularly drawn to two of them, a Bentley Continental Convertible and another Miata. Gary’s. She was confused. Gary had specifically said that he didn’t know Steph and Leanne, and was visiting other friends, yet here he was. She’d need to have a word with someone. But before then she really needed a look at the Bentley. A seriously classy car, hopefully owned by a classy person.
“Hello,” said a voice behind her, “can I help you?” “Erm, yes. Is this Mayfield Court? We’ve been invited by Steph and Leanne.”
“Ah, yes. They’re the Turners? I’m Tori Green. This is my house, well, mine and my brother’s. The Turners are guests. They arrived a quarter of an hour or so ago, and I haven’t really been able to get to know them yet. Perhaps it wasn’t made clear. My brother invited friends, and friends-of-friends, to keep me company while I’m incapacitated,” she said, indicating her short crutch, “I think you qualify as friends-of-friends-of-friends, but you’re very welcome. It’s lovely to meet you.”
Kelly digested this information for a couple of seconds. It would certainly explain Gary’s presence, she thought, and then said, “I’m Kelly Cropper, and this is Jessica.”
“And you’re sharing a room?” asked Tori.
“Yes, please,” replied Kelly, “but a single bed will be sufficient. Plus a couple of blankets on the floor.”
“Certainly,” said Tori, with just the hint of a smile as she turned her attention to Jessica, with her downcast eyes, her 5 inch heels and her make up, rather excessive for the middle of the day. Tori and Mayfield had discussed some of his parishioners’ distinctly ‘interesting’ ways and those of their friends and neighbours and, frankly, she’d been fascinated. And here, in Kelly and Jessica, was another variation.
“If you’ll just follow me I’ll show you the way, though we’ll have to go slowly,” said Tori.
“Of course,” replied Kelly. “Jessica, the luggage!”
Just as they were mounting the wide steps in front of Mayfield Court’s main door an extremely attractive young woman emerged, did a double take and then threw her arms around Kelly.
“I thought you were visiting somewhere else,” said Kerry.
There is a particular and highly specific technical term for Kelly’s reaction, and that term is ‘gobsmacked.’ She’d recognised the voice. What was going on?
“Gary? Is that you?” The question was certainly valid, given his appearance, with a mid thigh black leather skirt highlighting a wide expanse of bare midriff above it, displaying a slim waist and a cute navel jewel.
“Not for the next couple of weeks. I’m Kerry. O dear. Sorry, Kelly, the name’s going to cause a little bit of confusion, I suspect.”
“Forget the name ‘confusion.’ You were Gary…” she looked at her phone, “less than thirty minutes ago. What is going on? A damascene moment in the last half hour?”
“Not at all,” replied Kerry, “I just overslept, well, no, that’s not quite true. My date from last night stayed on for some, shall we say, ‘breakfast,’ if you know what I mean, and Kerry didn’t have time to get ready before Gary was due to set off.”
“I’m sorry,” said Tori, who had been hovering politely nearby, “Do you two know each other? That’s nice. So convenient. The fewer introductions the better. By the way, I hope you all got Jane’s message suggesting a Fancy Dress Party next weekend?”
“What was that, Tori? O, yes, I’ve brought a few things. Nothing spectacular though, I’m afraid,” smiled Kerry.
Kelly was fuming. Not with either Gary or Kerry, but rather at her own bad luck. A few weeks ago, she’d been disappointed in her plans to take credit for feminising Liam, and now it transpired that Gary was far from being a potential femboy, but was, rather, a totally successful one. When, Kelly asked herself, was her luck going to change?


To Be Continued
xxxxxx



Monday 25 March 2024

New Art. The Party Princess

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An impossibly cute
new image from the
wonderful mind
of our dear 
friend Christeen.
This one ticks all
the ultra sweet 
sissy fun we all have
come to love in her
work.





Hi Everyone
  A new week has arrived and I hope you all had a nice weekend and have had the chance to be naughty (I did wink wink)  XXX
   But most importantly we have the chance to see the completed version of a piece previewed over on Patreon a few weeks ago.
  This one had Andy in full sissy princess mode, not that it is his choice of course. Not at all, our sweet feminised hero/Heroine is as embarrassed as can be and it looks like it is going to be a long afternoon for him.
  Now I am not really sure where this sits in our story, it will fit in wherever you like, but I do know it is before Andy and Will get together and is probably set during his and Aunt Janes adventures in America.
  That said our dear friend Skinnie S has written a sweet little story to accompany this image. However, because it is slightly away from my idea, I will share with you all at a later date. (believe me it is worth waiting for)
  So here we are and has there ever been a cuter Party Princess.
XXX
Andy










































Friday 22 March 2024

Christeen at the weekend

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We have the third
of the lift series
featuring our love
birds naughty little
 adventures, as they
try to find that all to
fleeting time alone.
This is the hottest
of the three, yet in
a way the most modest.




Hi Everyone
   I am delighted to say we have more super creations from our dear friend Christeen to see us over the line and into the weekend.
It's been a very long week and these super new pieces are just the way to relax.
Biggest hugs
XXX
Andy





Wednesday 20 March 2024

Welcome to Wednesday, with Mistress LeatherBeth

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Hi Everyone
 Today I was only going to post the latest story from Mistress LeatherBeth, I mean that would be way enough to satisfy anyone, but last week something happened that made that near impossible.
  That thing was the gorgeous AJ Odudu for filling her promise you bring back the latex on Celebrity Big Brother. To be honest She is the only reason I watch the show and when she slips her perfect figure into Latex like this, it makes it all worth while.
What a perfect colour for her too
                     




 Also spotted this week, high ranking Mistress in the New York Domain of the Sisterhood Dorinda Medley, looking hot in slick and shiny legging and heels.
         

Oh and one last thing before I hand over the Mistresses Leather Beth.
 I do love a nice Mac.



And now, after too long away, it is time for the return of Mistress Leather Beth. Yayyyyyyyy

Below is the link to part one.

The Story So Far:-

This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse. We began with 
Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.
The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.
The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper.
Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’s just come out as gay, and has been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ has piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly, is the daughter of Madam Cropper, who is a principal of The Sisterhood (and therefore no friend of Jane or Andy). Kelly has been brought up within The Sisterhood, and her ambition is to qualify as a Mistress by finding her own boy to feminise. In the meantime, Kelly has been mentoring Leanne, and has also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies. In addition to Chris’ mother, Charlie, there’s Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he has also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, while Chris, involved in some business deal, moved away. Amongst the others is Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper. Steph has inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she will be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who have accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.


MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY
Chapter 1
By Mistress LeatherBeth

Jane and Tori had originally said ‘this Friday’ as the starting date for the House Party, but they’d subsequently agreed that Jane and Andy should arrive a day early, so as to be in place for even the earliest arrivals among their invitees. So it was that on Thursday morning they prepared for their journey.
As part of Jane’s plan to avoid contact with the Sisterhood (or even worse, the Dark Institute), she and Andy had been moving around for a few weeks now, and for the last week or so they’d been based at a small but exclusive Bloomsbury hotel near Russell Square tube station, owned and run by an old school friend (and former lover) of Jane, named Natasha.
“Nats, darling, it’s been so good to see you again,” said Jane, exchanging air kisses. “we’ll possibly be passing back this way in a week or two.”
“Give me a few hours’ notice, and we’ll be ready for you. ‘Bye, Andy, dear. It’s been wonderful to meet you,” Natasha said, caressing the bum of Andy’s short, tight, black latex skirt. Andy blushed slightly, until Jane winked at him, causing him to grin. “It’s been great staying with you,” he smiled. With that, he and his aunt climbed into Matilda, Jane’s bright red 1975 MG Midget. The engine roared as they pulled away, waving to Nats.
“Next stop, Mayfield Court,” said Andy.
“Not quite,” said Jane, “we’ve still got one more visit before we set off. But it’s just round the corner.” With that she turned Matilda tightly into a side street behind the Dickens Museum and pulled up outside a car dealership. A Bentley Continental GT convertible stood a few feet away, its Glacier White surface being gently buffed by a very handsome gentleman (he was obviously a gentleman) in a cutaway black coat and chalk stripe trousers. He looked up and welcomed the new arrivals with a broad smile.
“Jane! Such a pleasure to see you again.”
“You too, Milo. It’s been too long.”
With that they strolled the short distance to the end of the street in deep conversation, occasionally looking over their shoulders towards Andy. Or were they actually looking at the cars, and Andy just happened to be in the frame? Whichever, after a couple of minutes, Jane handed a credit card, together with Matilda’s keys, to Milo, who went inside.
“Auntie,” said Andy, “what’s happening? You’re not selling Matilda, are you?”
“Of course not,” replied Jane. “She’s just going to have a service. She’s not in the first flush of youth, after all. Also, anyone trying to find us knows to look out for her. This way, when we collect her, she’ll be back to her best, with a brand new, British Racing Green paint job.”
“Oh, good, she’ll like that,” said Andy, then blushed a little as he realised what he’d just said.
“You’ve known Milo for long?” he asked, to get the subject away from cars and their personal preferences.
“Oh, yes,” said Jane. “Nats and Milo were two of my closest friends at school.”
“School? But you went to an exclusive school for young ladies.”
“That’s right, and so did Nats and Millicent.”
“Milli…?” Andy was obviously confused.
“That’s right,” smiled Jane. “Milo used to be Millicent.” Andy gulped.
“Oh… Erm… Ah…,” he said, “I’ve never come across, you know, across, erm…”
“Across a luxury automobile sales executive?”
“Yes, Auntie.” Another change of subject was required. “They have experience with MGs?”
“Well, they are Bentley specialists, though they do occasionally permit a Rolls into their workshop, but Matilda is such a special car that they were only too happy to take care of her.”
With that, Milo was back amongst them again. A couple of signatures later and he handed over what looked, at first sight, to be a USB stick, along with Jane’s credit card and an embossed envelope containing the requisite paperwork.
“Auntie.”
“Yes, Andy?”
“I still don’t understand. How are we going to get to Mayfield Court without Matilda?”
“Why, in the Bentley, of course. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Aren’t Bentleys hideously expensive?”
“New ones, yes. But this is nearly four years old. And Milo came up with a great short term lease agreement, so it’s quite reasonable.”
“And it has a name?” asked Andy, as they slid into the exotically luxurious cream leather seats.
“What do you suggest?”
“Can you switch on? The engine might give us an idea.”
“Good thinking,” said Jane. With that she inserted the slim end of the key fob and pressed two buttons on the dash. For a second, nothing seemed to be happening. But it was. The lightest of purrs, barely audible. But then, below the level of normal human hearing, the six-litre W12 626bhp engine began to emit a throb, a throb which gave Andy a response normally only associated with a hummingbird. Then, as some form of vibration caused tiny ripples to sweep across the latex enclosing his thighs, the sound broke through into the human range. Matilda, for all her lesser specifications, could produce plenty of decibels, but the Bentley impregnated its noise with nuance and multiple layers.
Andy looked at his aunt, and whispered, “Bruno?”
Her eyes twinkled as she said, “That’s perfect. Let’s get Bruno en route for Mayfield Court.”
Zero to sixty in 3.7 seconds isn’t really practical in Bloomsbury, but it wasn’t much more than ten seconds later that the roar was already fading, and Bruno was quite out of sight.


The previous few days had been busy for quite a few people. For Leanne, her single biggest thrill had been her appointment with Mrs Grenville. Mrs G’s day job could be quite emotionally draining, involving the supply and fitting of prosthetic breasts following medical mastectomies.
Consequently, any opportunity she got to help a young (or not so young) man fulfil dreams of femininity lightened her spirits no end. Leanne came away from the appointment with two sets; a C-cup for daytime wear, and a DD to wear when she was out on the pull. Steph had provided Mrs Grenville with a more than adequate budget, and Mrs G had done them proud. When Leanne arrived home Steph, with a little tear in her eye, challenged her daughter to a breast-jiggling competition. Steph’s many years’ experience of ‘getting them out for the lads (and girls)’ ensured her victory, but she had no doubt that Leanne would soon be able to follow in her tit-prints.


The following morning there was a ring at the doorbell. Steph switched off her vib and quickly made herself presentable, then opened the front door just as the bell was about to be rung again.
“Can I come in, Aunt Steph?”
“Chris? This is a surprise. Why, yes, of course.”
They settled themselves in the lounge and, since Chris was looking decidedly sheepish, Steph took control of the conversation. “Let me guess. Brian’s plans have gone pear-shaped again?”
“Well, yeah. Dad’s had some bad luck.”
“Bad luck my arse!” exclaimed Steph. “I know he’s your father, but he’s been my brother for a lot longer. And for the longest time I’ve known only too well that he couldn’t bring to fruition an evening of excessive alcoholic overindulgence on premises designed, built and maintained for the manufacture, packaging, marketing and distribution of intoxicating beverages in industrial quantities.”
Chris’ brow furrowed for several seconds before he suddenly mouthed ‘piss up, brewery’ and smiled. “Hardly fair, Aunt Steph,” he muttered.
“He’s a disaster area.” she insisted. “How much did he lose this time?”
“He’s looking to find about thirty grand to clear the most pressing creditors.”
“Well, good luck to him with that,” she said. “Now you’ve had some personal experience of what Charlie had to put up with, and why she wound up throwing him out.”
“Yeah,” said Chris, “I used to think that Mum was too hard on him, but I’m beginning to think that maybe she had him figured out correctly.”
“No ‘maybe’ about it. And now you understand why your gran left most of her money to me, and only let Brian have a generous allowance. She was a smart cookie. She knew what he was like. Look, Chris, I can see why you might have wanted to get involved, and you let him talk you round. He’s your father, after all. But can you imagine what Charlie’s going to say when she finds out? Especially after that tale that you told her and got me to corroborate?”
“That’s why I’ve come round. I was wondering if you could help me make things OK with her.”
“It’s not going to happen. Charlie’s my best friend…
“(and the rest),” muttered Chris.
“… and I already feel awful about helping you with your deception.”
“Well then, can I stop here with you for a bit until I get myself sorted?”
“There’s a bit of a problem there.” said Steph. “We’ve been invited to join a Country House party for an extended stay, leaving on Friday, so you’d be here on your own, and I know for a fact that you’re not exactly the most house trained… unless…, I suppose you could come with us. Our invitation did say ‘The More The Merrier’.”
“That’s an idea,” said Chris, brightening up. “Incidentally, how is Liam? Not in today?”
“An appointment at Dolls House,” explained Steph.
“Dolls House? Isn’t that the beauty salon place that you and mum use?”
“Ah, yes, you won’t have heard the news. Liam is now Leanne, 24/7.”
“Wow,” said Chris, “how did that happen?”
“Apparently Liam had a boyfriend for a time who kept calling him ‘girlfriend’, and it piqued his curiosity. One thing led to another, and Liam became Leanne.”
Chris’ chin actually dropped as he realised that he was the boyfriend who’d been the major influence in the feminisation of his cousin.
“Wow! That’s a big step. Difficult, too.”
“O, he had a lot of help from Kelly, you know, Kelly Cropper.”
Once again, Chris felt a little lightheaded. His ex- was into feminising boys? He could have believed it of Kelly’s mother, but Kelly?


A couple of minutes later, with Steph taking a phone call in the kitchen, Leanne returned. Who performed the bigger double take when she and Chris came face to face is debateable.
“Hello, you,” whispered Leanne with a grin, recovering first.
“Hi, erm, Li-Leanne? You look stunning,” said Chris. He knew that he shouldn’t stare, but Leanne’s impressive cleavage was drawing his eyes inexorably. Also, he desperately wanted to let his cousin know that she had what looked like a dollop of cum around the bridge of the nose.
“What’s that, Chris?” she asked, pretending not to understand his gestures and eyebrow waggles. “Some problem? Oh, has that naughty Jerome left a calling card?” With that, she scooped the deposit from her face with a middle finger, then inserted it, lasciviously, into her mouth, obviously savouring every last drop.
“Jerome?” croaked Chris.
“Works near Doll’s House. He never says no to a blow.”
Chris gulped. “You two are, you know…?”
“Not at all,” said Leanne, “he’s just got a nice cock. If you’re asking if I have a regular boyfriend, I suppose the nearest to that would be Anton.”
“That’s interesting,” said Chris, “Kelly, you remember Kelly, she had a half-brother called Anton.”
“Yes, that’s him. His cock is even nicer. But he knows I’m not the type to be faithful.”
Chris was beginning to feel a little light-headed with the situation. This house party was going to need him to keep all his wits about him.


The Bentley’s journey to Mayfield Court had been uneventful, and Tori had been waiting for them. Within a couple of minutes of the Bentley subsiding from roar to purr, Andy had decided that she was just as nice and kind a person as Mayfield. He hadn’t really spoken to her whenever she’d visited the village and, whilst he was far less easily embarrassed than he used to be, he never took it for granted that a hot’n’sexy femboy like himself would be universally accepted. But he needn’t have worried, and the three of them were soon chatting away over an early lunch prepared by Mrs Tucker, with Tori admitting that, if she were twenty years younger, she would have loved to try a skirt like Andy’s. Or a pair of navy Freddys, like those that Jane was wearing, though she said she would need to spend a little time at the gym. These last few weeks, she said, with a crutch or walking stick in one hand, had too often found her with a cream cake in the other, and she said that her waistline had suffered a little, though Andy couldn’t see any problem.
Tori asked Jane about the other guests. “Of course, Mayfield has told me about Will. A very good looking young man, apparently, and devoted to Andy, but who else do we have?”
“O, yes,” said Jane. “Andy and Will are quite love’s young dream. Let’s see. There’s Kat and JoJo. They work in the village pub, and they’re bringing their friend Chloe with them. She has a summer job at a new fetish shop in town.
“Then there’s Steph and Leanne. Leanne is a newish femboy whom Andy and I are mentoring, and Steph is her mother. They’ll be accompanied by Leanne’s boyfriend, Anton, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Steph also brought a friend or two. Then there’s Anton’s half-sister, Kelly, who has also been helping Leanne, and who will be bringing another femboy with her. And there’s Kerry, an experienced femboy who acts as PA to a local businessman. One or two other invitations have been sent out, but without definite replies yet.”


Steph, Leanne, Anton and Chris had set off early on Friday morning. Steph was channelling her inner Jane, with a particular Steph twist. Her new black Freddys were smooth and gleaming, with no hint of panty line, whilst her undersized silver metallic blouse was half open, exhibiting a buoyant unsupported rack. Equally as eye turning as Jane, even if she lacked the latter’s style, class and sophistication.
Chris and Anton had got to know each other slightly when Chris and Kelly were an item, and had got on well enough at the time. But now they were barely acknowledging each other’s existence, given that the main thing they now had in common was sex with Leanne.
As Steph pulled the Blue Ridge Mountain metallic BMW X7 out into traffic, nobody aboard noticed the dark grey Dacia Sandero parked about fifty yards away. It had been in the same spot from dawn to dusk for the last few days. But at last Bianca’s patience had been rewarded. She switched on the engine and fell in behind the X7, keeping three vehicles back. She smiled as she thought of how grateful Madame Cropper would be when Bianca delivered Jane and Andy to The Sisterhood.


To be continued 


XXXX
Andy



Monday 18 March 2024

New Art . Going Down

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It is Monday and
that means we get
a lovely new treat
from our dear friend 
Christeen.
This is really super
cute and I am
sure you will love it
XX




Hi Everyone
    Time to share the completed version of a piece created and  shared over on Patreon a few weeks ago.
It is kind of part two in a 3 part series of misadventures for Andy and Will set in a Lift. The first part only being a rough draft, but one that set our dear Skinnie S on a creative spree.
 Young love and passion can not be controlled and our two adoring sweethearts find every opportunity, when out of Aunt Janes gaze, to entwine themselves in loves heated embrace.
 So here they are in a potentially embarrassing situation, with both holding their breath and praying no one turns round.
  Hope you like this
XXX
Andy


I hope I captured on Will's face, both the shock at the door opening and the stress on his poor muscles as he and Andy remain perfectly still, not wishing to attract any attention.
It's also the first time we see Will in danger of being exposed as well. Naughty Naughty 
XX

Friday 15 March 2024

Christeen on Friday

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We have seena loved
up Andy and Will a
few times so I thought 
it was time we took a 
step back to a time 
when Andy was all 
timid and nervous
and in need of a guiding
hand, however I think
this little hand was the
last hand Andy would
have wanted  to be 
lead by.



Hi Everyone
 Hope you are all well. First off right out of the box I must thank Christeen for continuing to allow me the honour and privilege of hosting her work, Thank Christeen so much XXX.
  So here we are, Friday has arrived again and we can put on the kettle and enjoys some more adventures with Chris
XX
Andy





Wednesday 13 March 2024

Wednesday with Jennifer and friends

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Hi Everyone
  Here we are and I hope you are all well. Time for a quick round up of a few little bits and bobs, which have come my way over the past few weeks.
  Mostly clips, but all super gorgeous, including someone we have never met before but whom I have fallen for bigtime.
 Also and most importantly we have a lovely little piece from our dear friend Jennifer Wilson.
  Hope you like this little fun collection.
XXX
Andy


  First, as promised a few weeks ago another clip of the stunning Emma Bunton in those slick pink legging. Beautiful 

Now we have another clip of the stunning Zendaya. Not from the Dune premiere, but from the Louis Vuitton show a few months ago and if the lady looked slightly uncomfortable in that Chrome and Vinyl masterpiece she looks even more so in this stunning and dangerously unzipped gown.


Ok Take a breath because here come Nicola Steele. Who? I here you ask. This is the brilliant, businesswoman and entrepreneur Nicola Steele of  The Venetia Steele boutique, featuring in her own online sales clips. You know me and my mature ladies, especially in vinyl, Leather or Latex. Well........... Just Wow!!!!!!



Have we calmed down yet, no me neither, but time waits for no one, so lets take brief glimpse at some stunning satin? blouses. Gotta say I love a flowing satin Blouse, but these ,look like some latex satin hybrid. Like amazing.




And now as promised  here is that super new story from Jennifer Wilson.
Jennifer, It is a pleasure to have you back on our blog XXX


Jenny and the Maid
By
Jennifer Wilson, 




part one.

Jenny, just on the wrong side of 40 had been posting vintage photos on Tumblr of girls in shiny rainwear for about a year when she received a private message another Tumblr member. It was just a compliment on her posts and Alan, his name, sounded quite friendly, so Jenny responded, thanking him. This started a communication between them, mainly about their common interests in rainwear fetish clothing.

 

After a few to and fro messages Alan explained that his main fetish was actually with latex and PVC maids outfits and indeed he possessed quite a few and loved to dress himself up in them. He also let Jenny know that he liked to be called Alana as that was how he felt dressed up as a maid. This was fine by Jenny and she continued to correspond calling him Alana and learned that he/she spent most of her time wearing PVC, plastic or latex panties as they really turned him on. Jenny herself often wore latex undergarments and could understand completely the pleasure from doing this.

 

Their online friendship continued for a few months when it became obvious that they did not live too far away from each other, just a couple of towns distant. Alana asked if it would be OK if they met up for a coffee or lunch someday, but Jenny was hesitant at first and stalled off for a while making up excuses but really didn’t want to commit to anything more than just texting.

 

A few weeks went by with weekly messaging between them but no further mention of meeting up. Jenny was happy with this as Alana was not pushing the request, it made it sound more sincere and she decided to risk meeting up. She made it very clear that it would be at a café in a shopping centre with lots of people around so that she could feel secure.

Alana was over the moon that they could actually meet up and asked where they should go, anywhere she liked would be no problem for her.

 

Alana also asked if it would be alright with her if he came as Alana rather than Alan. Jenny had a think about this and decided it would be OK as long as she did not overdo things regarding appearance that she might be embarrassed fearing over the top make up and clothes. Alana promised he would be discrete and dress tastefully but could he wear his shiny raincoat as inclement weather was forecast?

 

So the following Saturday they met at Jenny’s favourite coffee shop around 10-00. Jenny had dressed herself in just slacks and blouse, nothing too adventurist, but she did don her very shiny black PVC hooded raincoat with the belt tightly fastened. She was a little apprehensive at what was going to happen but determined that nothing would take place she was not comfortable with.

 

Alana was easy to spot in her bright red shiny raincoat awaiting at a table when Jenny arrived. She stood up and welcomed Jenny with a hand shake and complimented her on the shiny raincoat. Jenny was pleased that, apart from the coat, Alana was dressed up just like any other shopper in a slack suit and smart black shoes with a low heel. A brunet wig of medium length adorned her head tied with a silk scarf and clip. She looked around mid-40’s with the minimum make up she had on with just a trace of lippy.

 

Coffee was ordered and conversation continued apace making Jenny comfortable with her enough for suggesting that they go back to her place for lunch. Alana had her car there and thought they could take it back to her place. Jenny noticed a suitcase on the back seat and asked why it was there. “I have some clothes in it that I thought it may be just possible for us to try some on. It was a wild guess I know but it would please me ever so much if you could see yourself going along with it”

“Well we will see what you have and I will decided then.”

 

Back at Jenny’s flat Alana with her suit case came inside and placed the case on the lounge. He opened it up to reveal lots of pink and white clothing and the welcome aroma of latex.

“What I would really love is for you to dress me up as a French maid and take full control of me in any way you wish.”

Jenny by this time was feeling quite OK and unconcerned of any dangers to herself so agreed to her request.

They moved to the bedroom along with the suitcase and Jenny unpacked the latex clothes to see just what she had. Along with the pink maids dress was white frilly panties and bra both in latex. A white maid’s apron and hair cap along with white stockings also all in latex and a pair of 3” black heels. There was also a black long haired wig, very glossy and smooth.

 

“Right” said Jenny, “This is how it is going to be, you must understand that I am now in complete control with this and any complaints from you we will be finished right now and you can home.”

 

“Please you can do or ask anything you like, I am at your mercy mistress Jenny.”

 

“First get undressed then I will see how to commence with these lovely clothes, I am impressed with what you have here and I am looking forward to doing this.”

 

Alana undressed herself and stood there with the biggest hard on that Jenny had ever seen.

“That will not do at all, very unfeminine, what are we going to do with that?

 

“Well I have a sort of small corset that holds it up against me tightly under the panties, so if we put that on first it shouldn’t look too bad.”

 

So the restrictive band thingy went on followed by the latex panties and the bra. Alana had a set of false boobs already on so that the bra fitted nicely. The latex stocking went on next with the help of some lubricant and lots of careful tugging. The pink dress fitted very well with the full length zip at the back pulled all the way up, finished off with the pinny.  Next was the black wig and cap and shoes. Alana was now the picture of a perfect French maid and ready to serve.

 

To be continued.

XXXXX
Andy