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Wednesday 17 April 2024

Wednesday with two Legends and one is back in Latex!!!!!

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Hi Everyone
    Hope everyone is ok.
   Today I just want to post the next part of Mistress LeatherBeth's wonderful little story. There will, I hope, be some fun art attached to this story in the future, but right now I can't create it. However that just allows  us to return to Mistress LeatherBeth's world in the future which is a delightful idea.
  Before that though a blog legend brightened my day on Saturday with an appearance in the British Press. Yes Amanda Holden in Latex, is just the tonic needed and she looks amazing. There are very few images from this photo set and the second was taken straight from the magazine in question on my own phone.
  Should also add, Alisha
looks well hot too and 
any time she would like 
to slide back into Latex 
she would be made more 
than welcome.
But today, let the gorgeous
Amanda Holden take
centre stage in this classic
Atsuko Kudo red Latex 
gown. Fingers crossed 
for more sightings
in the coming weeks







and now the star of the show, Mistress Leather Beths, super talents lead us into the fourth  Chapter of her story 
Mother and Daughter - House Party


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 4

Kelly had gone off for a walk in the woods after lunch, to mull over a few things. As she emerged on her way back to the house, she’d seen Chris change direction towards her. He seemed to want to speak to her.
“Hi, Chris. You want me?”
“I’ve been trying to get a word with you on your own ever since we arrived.”
“I’ve had a few things on my mind. What about?”
“About The Sisterhood.”
“The Sis…?”
“Yes. When we were together, were you planning to feminise me?”
“What!? You?” Kelly giggled. “Have you looked in a mirror recently? I mean, you’re a great guy, but femme you’re never going to be. There are rhinos with better complexions, and no amount of moisturiser and foundation is going to change that. There are sharks with better teeth. And look at the size of your ears. OK, that was over the top,” she said, “you’re certainly not the ugliest guy in the world, but it’s a good job you don’t want to be feminised, because you’d be in for a hard slog if you did.”
“So The Sisterhood, and feminisation, had nothing to do with you dumping me?”
Kelly took a deep breath. “Look, I’ll be honest, it wasn’t you, it was me, the way I’ve been brought up to expect to become a Sisterhood Mistress. But it just wasn’t working. I was no nearer to becoming a Mistress, and I’ve come to believe that my heart just isn’t in it. If guys want to be femme then good for them. But it’s their choice, not mine. So anyway, I just felt like I needed a complete break. By the way, I need to apologise to you. I told a few people that we split because you did nothing for me. But that’s not true. We had good times.”
“But not good enough for me to get a second chance?” asked Chris.
“Never say never,” replied Kelly.

 “Madam? Could I have a word?” asked Mrs Tucker.
“Of course,” said Tori. “What’s on your mind?”
“It’s Jessica, Madam.”
“There’s some problem?”
“Far from it. I’ve never met someone so naturally domesticated and happily submissive.”
“Yes,” said Tori. “Such a sweet girl. I shall miss her when everyone returns home.”
“That’s the point I wanted to raise. Does Jessica need to leave us?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, apparently it’s a simple financial dispute. I asked her how much was involved, and it’s really quite trivial.”
When Tori heard the figure, she was astonished. “Really? As little as that?”
“Yes, Madam, but both parties are very stubborn. I was wondering if we could come to some arrangement. Jessica would be such a boon around the house.”
“She would, indeed. Well, I suppose I could speak to Kelly. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mrs Tucker.”

“Chlo, calm down. Tell me what’s happened. What danger?” asked Kat.
“It’s… O fuck, how do I explain?”
“From the top.”
“OK.” Chloe took a deep breath. “This afternoon I went for a drive.”
“You mean you went for a perv,” grinned Kat.
“Well, yeah,” admitted Chloe.
“And you met someone, or rather, someone found you?”
“I was already a fair way gone when I heard someone get out of a car…” She continued by describing, briefly, the experience.
“Then, as she was finishing me off, she said something.”
“She?” asked Kat. “You didn’t say anything about a she.”
“Her words, as far as I can remember, were ‘I’d say, “maybe we’ll meet again when I come to whisk Jane and Andy off to meet Madam Cropper’s retribution,” but I’ll be away with them long before any of you know that anything has happened.’”
“That sounds weird. Hang on. Did you say Madame Cropper? Isn’t Kelly called Cropper?”
“I think so. And only Steph and Leanne actually seem to know her and her brother. And what do we really know about Steph and Leanne, and Chris?” said Chloe.
“There’s Jessica as well.”
“Nah, I don’t think Jessica has a devious bone in her pretty body. She seems just happy to be a femboy latex maid. She spends most of her time with Mrs Tucker.”
“True,” said Kat. “Tell you what. We need to find Jane. In fact, we really ought to round everyone up and keep them together. Safety in numbers. First place to look is Andy and Will’s room. They were having some sort of meeting, and JoJo should be there.” With that they began by rushing off to check the rooms on their corridor.


Five of the prettiest femboys you’re likely to see in one place had assembled in Andy and Will’s room, trying on new clothes. Jane had decided that it might be a good idea if the scenario were explained to them.
“As you’ll have heard mentioned, the idea is for a Fancy Dress Party this weekend, and I took it upon myself to bring a few costumes specifically for you five, but I’d like to check you for fit….” At that moment her phone rang, and she said “I need to answer this. Will, can you do the honours?,” closing the door behind her on her way out.
Will arranged the others in a line, and then, as though he had a large audience, he said,
“Let me introduce you to our squad from the newly renamed Royal Corps of Femboys.
“Our junior member is Cadet Leanne Turner, displaying to perfection the regulation Barbie Pink latex bikini uniform, including a 3 cm plug, with calf high, 9 cm boots and a small cute matching forage cap perched over her left eye.
“Next to Leanne we have Ensign Jessica Fortescue-Maltravers (the 8th Earl of Harrogate), in a Baby Blue two piece; showing less midriff than Cadet Turner, but with the benefit of a 3.5 cm plug and matching knee high boots, 10 cm. A sweet little pillbox hat completes the ensemble. If I may just mention, Ensign Fortescue-Maltravers’ great-great-uncle, Lady Daphne, was one of the unsung heroes of Bletchley Park.
“In the middle we have our Science Officer. From the green of her latex one piece, you will have deduced that Lieutenant JoJo Rashleigh is a botanist, tasked with protecting the party from any of the Space fauna which have been terrorising recent operations. The Lieutenant is equipped with a 4.5 cm plug, 11cm white OTK boots and beret bearing the Regimental badge (a Bird of Paradise rampant).
“Then we have Captain Kerry Haskins. As our Security Officer, she is the only leather-clad member of our party, wearing a beautiful, combined body and hotpant combination in quality black calfskin, combined with standard Dominatrix wear of 12 cm thigh boots and peaked cap. Her plug is 5 cm.
“Finally, I’m proud to introduce our Commanding Officer, the newly promoted Lieutenant Colonel Andy Watson. The Ministry of Defence have decided, in a nod to history, to reintroduce the shako as ceremonial headgear for officers of such seniority, and I’m sure that you will agree that it is the perfect accompaniment to Lieut-Colonel Watson’s bright red latex catsuit and 14cm crotch high boots, incorporating the spurs appropriate to a Staff Officer. Earlier I had the pleasure of spending over an hour helping to polish every last centimetre of this uniform, including assisting with the 6cm plug. Well, someone has to do it.”
At that moment Kat and Chloe burst in, with Kat shouting, “Listen, everybody. We have a problem. Andy, where’s Jane? We have reason to think that you two are in danger.”
“Aunt Jane? She popped out a few minutes ago to take a call,” said Andy. “What do you mean, danger?”
Kat and Chloe glanced at each other. “Kat, can you do the explanation,” said Chloe.
“Embarrassed?” asked Kat. Chloe started at the carpet. Kat looked around the room. “OK, we seem to be missing Kelly, Tori, Anton and Chris, as well as Jane. Search party required.”
Chloe, seemingly anxious to be elsewhere, made for the door. “I’ll go.”
“As Security Officer, I think I should come along with you,” said Kerry, following her out of the room.
Next door was Jane’s room. A quick tap on the door and they walked in, to find Jane and Tori deep in conversation. Jane seemed to have spread every smooth, slick and shiny item of clothing which she’d brought with her on the bed, and Tori was feeling and stroking them, sniffing and holding them against her cheek.
“And I’d imagine that Jessica would be more than appreciative,” Jane was saying, to which Tori nodded.
“Kerry? Chloe? You want something?”
“We’re all assembling in Andy and Will’s room. A situation has come up.”
“’Situation’?”
“Yes, there’s reason to believe that you and Andy are in danger. As soon as we get everyone together, we’ll hopefully be able to sort everything out.”
“I think their new uniforms have had an effect on them. It sounds as though someone is hallucinating” she said to Tori. “Still, the sooner we get together to discuss this, the sooner we’ll be able to get back to enjoying ourselves.”
“We still need to find Kelly, Steph, Anton and Chris. Then we’ll return to Will and Andy’s. We’ll meet you there.”
Tori and Jane turned right on leaving the room, and entered Andy and Will’s, whilst Kerry and Chloe turned the opposite way, down the corridor.
They stopped in front of the next door, but paused. The room was obviously occupied, and the occupants were making a recognisable noise.
Kerry turned the knob and entered, and saw what she’d expected to see. Steph was naked, knelt on the bed, and Anton was giving her a good seeing to from behind.
Anton looked over his shoulder. “Hey, c’mon guys. This isn’t a spectator performance,” he smiled.
“Sorry to interrupt,” said Chloe, “but we have an emergency. Everyone is needed in Andy’s room.”
“Emergency? What the fuck?” asked Steph, rolling away from Anton and slipping into a short black satin robe.
“Explanations when we’re all together, though Kat can give you the basics. But it’s serious. Andy and Jane may be in danger, and we’re still missing Kelly and Chris.”
“I think I saw them chatting in the east garden just before we came up here,” said Anton.
“OK, we’ll try there first.”


Finally, everyone was assembled in Andy and Will’s room.
“What the hell (other expletives are available) is going on?” asked several people all at once.
“Chloe, would you like to tell everyone your story?” grinned Kat.
You bitch, Kat. You know I wouldn’t, but I suppose I must.”
“OK,” said Kat, “just teasing. This afternoon, Chlo went out for a drive and made an interesting acquaintance. I won’t go into details, but the meeting ended with the new acquaintance talking about abducting Jane and Andy, and delivering them to a ‘Madam Cropper.’ Kelly; Anton; would you like to tell us about Madam Cropper?”
The reference to abduction had resulted in a hub-bub of small conversations and exclamations, but everyone quickly turned their attention to the siblings.
But it was Jane who spoke. “Madam Cropper is the name used by Kelly and Anton’s mother. She is a principal of The Sisterhood, an organisation dedicated to encouraging male feminisation. I’ve had dealings with her, and we know that Andy and I are on her naughty step. But I wouldn’t think she’d take her displeasure to the point of arranging an abduction. Chloe, can you tell us more about your new friend?”
“Erm… well, I was blindfolded, so all I can say for certain is that she had a husky voice and large hands,” replied Chloe.
Kelly and Anton looked at each other and seemed to mouth the same word.
“Care to share, Kelly?” asked Kat.
“Well, the first name that sprang to my mind was Bianca. What do you reckon, Anton?”
“Sounds like a good suggestion to me.”
“And she is?” asked Will.
“A Sisterhood graduate, transitioned, and unaccountably devoted to our mother,” said Kelly.
“Only,” Anton added, “I can’t see how she could know that Jane and Andy were here.”
Steph had gone wide eyed. “O fuck. I’m so sorry, but I think that might be my fault. It sounds like a friend of mine.”
A grinning Leanne whispered to JoJo, “by friend, she means fuckbuddy.” JoJo chuckled.
Steph continued, “I happened to mention to her that we wouldn’t be able to meet up for a couple of weeks because Leanne and I were visiting Jane.”
“So she could just have followed you? That’s as good an explanation as any. Don’t feel bad, though, Steph. You couldn’t have known.”
“But if she followed us, where has she been for the last few days?”
“I should have mentioned,” said Kelly. “Before her transition she was Special Forces, you know, SAS. I would imagine that her survival skills are pretty highly developed. And, after all, this is the Home Counties, not the Congo rain forest. Somewhere, no great distance from here, she’ll have set up a little camp; somewhere hidden from us but from where she can keep an eye on the House and our comings and goings.”
“Shit,” said Chloe, “I think I know where she is. I think I must have seen her.”
“Chloe, what are you talking about?” asked Will.
“As I was driving back here earlier this afternoon, I was taking it slowly because I was still, you know, erm… my concentration was a little less than a hundred per cent. Just before I took the turn down the drive I happened to drift a little to the left, and it’s just come back to me what I saw as I got the Nissan straightened up.”
“Go on,” said Will.
“A small tent, well camouflaged, in the undergrowth. She must have set herself up to see straight down the drive.”
“O dear,” said Tori, “I really don’t understand any of this, but if Jane and Andy, or anyone, have been placed in any danger by being here, I can only apologise.”
“Tori, dear,” said Jane, “you have absolutely nothing to apologise for. Nor has Steph. As for understanding, think of it this way. A rogue agent of a business competitor has taken it upon herself to earn some Brownie points from her ex-boss by delivering Andy and myself so that the disagreement, or vendetta, can be settled. Kelly, would you agree that’s a fair assessment?”
The question took Kelly by surprise. She’d been worrying that she and Anton might find themselves as hostages, and had been wondering how highly their mother valued them. Anton, however, had no such worries.
“Jane, I think I can say pretty certainly that mother’s anger is an almost entirely theatrical exercise. Having a strop is one of her favourite pastimes. And when she has one, her stubbornness keeps it well fuelled. Yet nothing ever really seems to come of them. If we can pull the plug on this Bianca thing then mother will find something else to raise her blood pressure soon enough. Agreed, Kel?”
“Well, if you put it that way,” said Kelly, “I suppose you’re right. Yeah, though she always found it more difficult to intimidate you, Anton.”
“Right!” said Kerry, who seemed to have decided that the post of Security Officer wasn’t restricted to the Fancy Dress (and the leather, thighboots and peaked cap helped), “as I see it, we just need to track down this Bianca, and surround and restrain her. Then, if Anton’s assessment is accurate, his mother’s influence should be sufficient to neutralise her. That being the case, I suggest that we of the RCF take charge of the search, with everyone else assisting us as they can.
“Firstly, Chloe, can you do us a sketch map of where you think she’s concealed? Tori, do you have a map of the House grounds, so that we can plan our lines of approach? Good. Now, who has the quietest car? The X7, I should imagine, with the Nissan at the other end of the scale, sorry, Kat.”
“No need to apologise. It gets us around, that’s all that matters. But why does noise matter?”
“If we’re going to surround her and cut off any escape, we need stealth. You see, Bianca can only deal with one or two lines of approach at any one time. OK, let’s get ready. I’ll pop downstairs and nip to the top of the drive, to ensure that Chloe’s observation was right.”
“Wait,” said Andy. He’d been silent these last few minutes, and his voice startled some people. “There’s one thing I don’t understand. Why would this Bianca give such a blatant warning to Chloe?”
It was Kelly who replied. “Arrogance. As simple as that. A major in the SAS develops a high level of self-confidence, and the arrogance that goes with it. She can’t imagine not being successful.”
“Makes sense, I suppose,” said Kat. “Right. Let’s get ourselves organised.”
“Before you start,” said Kelly, “I’ll get in touch with my mother and see if she can contact Bianca. I’m sure she’d be able to talk her down.”
Tap; tap; pause. “Mother? No, mother, I’m not interested in that. No, mother, I need you to listen. Are you still in contact with Bianca? That’s right, Tierney. No, just answer! (pause) I see. Yes, I understand. (pause) The thing is, it looks as though she’s set herself the mission of pleasing you by kidnapping Andy and Lady Jane. (pause) Yes, mother, I agree. She’s a stupid bitch, for sure. (pause) OK, I’ll let you know what progress we make. ‘Bye.
“No luck, I’m afraid. My mother was so tired of Bianca ringing up to fawn on her that she deleted her contact details, and blocked her. But she did make it clear that, while Jane is unlikely to feature on her Christmas card list any time soon, she’s appalled at Bianca’s threats.”
“Thanks, Kelly,” said Kerry, who had made it to the top of the drive and back in the time it had taken Margaret Cropper to have her say, “well, at least we only have Bianca to deal with. There’s a grey Dacia hidden at the rear of the trees. I didn’t catch sight of Bianca, but we can assume that she’s up there somewhere, keeping us under observation. Now, here’s my plan. We need a decoy to use the main entrance to leave. This may make Bianca think that Jane and Andy are alone or have little protection. She may infiltrate Mayfield Court but, one way or another, we’ll grab her. A quick video call to Kelly’s mother, to put her in her place, and we should be sorted.
“I propose that the X7 is the decoy vehicle. Steph drives, with Kat in the front passenger seat, and Chris, Anton and Leanne across the centre. That leaves the back row for Will. Sorry, but the scooter isn’t ideal for a possible high speed chase. And, unknown to Bianca, Andy and Jane will be out of sight at floor level, only until we’re away, south from Bianca’s hideout. A few minutes later, Chloe, JoJo and the rest of us take alternative routes in the Nissan and Miatas.”
“At last,” said Jane, a little sardonically, “someone has remembered that Andy and I are here. And you really want us grubbing around on the floor? Of a BMW? Very well, let’s get this sorted.” Andy giggled at his dear aunt’s reaction.
Kerry smiled, and gave Jane an extravagant bow. She then examined the map of the House grounds, and said, “I’ll take my car here through the woods, coming out by Chaucer’s Bottom, then circle round.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Kelly.
 Meanwhile, Kelly loops round over the stream, reappearing on the opposite side of the Elbow Lane. But before we go anywhere, the RCF needs to deplug. We can hardly risk scrambling around the great outdoors while anally compromised.
                                                                  *********************





Chapter 5 coming soon
XXXXX
Andy

















Monday 15 April 2024

New Art. Ulterior Motives

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We have a very sweet
new piece from our
dear friend Christeen.
It's a very simple piece
but Chris looks so cute.
Love it.
XX








Hi Everyone
   So very sorry for being away and thank you for your patience. it might be a little while before I am back to the regular routine and I have so many lovely messages to catch up with, all of which I promise to do ASAP , I love all of your messages and look forward to reading a replying.
 So here we are, it's Monday and that must mean I need to share a completed piece of my own art, something previewed on Patreon awhile ago now, but it is one of my recent favourites, featuring Andy looking especially cute  and that mysterious Madam Dark.
  This is part of the series in which Andy is resident at Knightley Manor, under the stern care of the house latex clad governesses.
  I don't need to go into too much, the dialogue will hopefully set your imaginations a tingle and might clear up the mystery for those who saw it on Patreon and came up with such wonderful theories.
  But biggest hugs and smiles. So nice to be back
XXX
Andy












Friday 5 April 2024

Christeen's Triple Treat

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A preview of a
brand new piece of
my own art, featuring
our sweet Andy displaying
a brand new look, but
this time not one
created or overseen
by our favourite Aunt





Hi Everyone
   Here we are on a fabulous Friday and how can we make it even more fabulous? Well that's simple, add a triple dose of Christeen.
  See you all back here in a week, but remember Patreon has more fun and naughtiness all week 
XXX
Andy










Wednesday 3 April 2024

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Hi Everyone
    So sorry for not having any teasers and tasters before the main course, it's all been a bit crazy of late, but heck really do we need to fill up on bread when we have such delights ahead for us, thanks to a touch of class from Mistress Leather Beth.
 So here is part three of  MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY.
Enjoy
XXX

 

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 3


Bianca had spent Friday afternoon and Saturday morning driving round the locality, soaking up geography, facts, information and gossip about Mayfield Court, and she’d decided that, with close observation and careful planning, she ought to be able to isolate Jane and Andy, separately or as a pair, and have them away to Madame Cropper without too much difficulty. Whether she was giving the pair sufficient credit is something only time will tell.

Due to the differences of arrival times, etc., it wasn’t until everyone assembled for dinner that the full line up had got together. Thus, it was that as Kelly led Jessica into the dining room she heard a squeal of “Oh” from behind her. She half turned to see Jessica staring at the far end of the table. She followed the gaze and was taken aback to see the couple sat either side of their hostess. On Tori’s left was Andy whilst Jane occupied the seat on her right.

Just at that moment Jane looked up and saw Kelly staring at her. “Tori,” she said, “who is the young lady who has just walked in? She seems familiar.”

Tori looked up and then said, “Oh, that’s a friend of the Turners. I believe her name is Kelly, Kelly Cropper. And her brother, Anton, is the young man chatting to Leanne. She’s his girlfriend.” Jane’s eyes narrowed as she remembered where she had previously come across Kelly. In the company of her mother. Two members of the Cropper family? And how had they discovered their whereabouts? 



“Did you know that Jane and Andy were going to be here, Anton?” asked Kelly, after the meal.

“How could I?” replied Anton. “You know very well that the kinkopolitics that you and Madam Mother enjoy so much make me yawn.”

Kelly ignored his comment. “What are we going to do?” she asked, mainly of herself.

“We? What’s with the ‘we,’ sis? Leave me out of this. I’m so neutral on the subject that I make beige look like fluorescent crimson. Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones and the utterly scrumptious Miss Andy whatshername have never done anything to, or against me. You and the ‘hood can do what you want, though I don’t wish you any luck whatsoever.”

“’Me and the ‘hood’? I’m no more of a supporter of Mother’s stupid vendetta against Jane than you say that you are. Those Sisterhood rules are stupid. I sometimes think that Mother and her cronies developed them simply because they were pining for their days as school bullies.”

Anton gave her a lopsided grin, a look that had had an effect on men and women, girls and boys for a few years now. “You won’t get me disagreeing with you there, Kel. So, do we keep out of their way, or tell them that we’re not representing the Sisterhood, and they have nothing to worry about, or what?”

“You really think that Jane will believe anything we say? I’m going to have to give this some thought.” 



The following morning the window of Steph’s room was wide open, as the day was already warm. Consequently, the sound of any activity up there could be heard clearly down on the North Terrace. The activity this morning was of Steph taking it good and hard from Anton. They’d made frequent eye contact over breakfast, and it had only taken simultaneous smiles to one another as they finished their coffee to confirm the unspoken arrangement. After all, both had gone without for nearly a day.

Leanne had smiled as she’d seen the pair go upstairs. She’d then sought out Andy, and taken another opportunity to say ‘thank you’ for all the help and inspiration he’d provided. To be honest, Andy was rather intimidated by Leanne. She was so…so Sexual. Andy adored lovemaking with Will, especially when they were feeling experimental, but Leanne’s sluttiness was a trait he was unfamiliar with.

That said, it couldn’t be denied that Leanne was a lovely, sweet girl, and Andy felt rather proud of the small part he’d played in her development.

“Kat,” said Chloe, “do you need the Nissan this afternoon?”

“No,” replied Kat. “JoJo has been nagging for me to hogtie her for some time now, and I can’t deny her anymore, especially now that Polly Evans has a YouTube channel.”

“In that case, can I borrow it?” asked Chloe.

“Be my guest. But if you have in mind what I think you have in mind, be careful,” grinned Kat.

“Don’t worry about me,” said Chloe. “Just don’t forget to video JoJo when you’ve done the job on her. Her mother is looking forward to seeing how she looks in her predicament.”

Jessica had offered her services to Mrs Tucker within hours of their arrival, so now, resplendent as a Sisterhood-trained latex maid, she carefully placed a tall glass, half full of ice, and a large jug of home made lemonade, on the small table by Tori’s bench in the west garden. Tori looked up from her book and raised an inquisitory eyebrow.

“Mrs Tucker thought you would appreciate some iced lemonade, Madam, given the warm weather,” said Jessica.

“O, yes,” said Tori. “She knows I love her lemonade. But what I was wondering was, why are you dressed as you are?”

“I don’t understand, Madam, how else would a fully qualified latex maid dress?”

Once more Tori gave Jessica a quizzical look. “I think you should sit here by me here. I’d like you to tell me more about yourself.”

“Really, Madam, I’m not sure that that’s a good idea,” said Jessica.

“Let me be the judge of that,” said Tori, patting the space on the bench next to her.

Jessica looked reluctant, but joined Tori on the bench and took a deep breath.

“Well, Madam, I’d always known that my mother would much rather have had a daughter than a son. She’d made that quite clear from time to time. But I didn’t really mind because she obviously loved me, in her own way. She’d made the occasional comment over the years, but it was only when I was through puberty that she said anything about making arrangements for my future. It turned out that these involved an organisation which specialised in feminisation. She took me along for what I suppose you could call an open day, and I immediately realised that she had been right. It only took one afternoon as a Stage One latex maid, seven centimetre heels, pretty make up, etc., with the opportunity to obey every order and instruction, for me to realise that this felt so normal, so natural.

“So, here I am. Aged 19, effeminate 24/7. Micropenis. Large plug. Twelve centimetre heels. I love my breasts, but I have no desire to transition. And during my training I’ve also discovered a taste for submission, and I think of myself as a recreational masochist.”

“A… really? My!”

Tori considered this information for several seconds before continuing.

“And what does the future hold for you?”

“That is the big question, Madam. My mother’s initial plan was for me to become a rich man’s concubine. However, she is now in a bitter dispute with the Sisterhood over several items on the final account for my training. Mother is a very stubborn woman but, as you can imagine, the Ladies of the Sisterhood are used to getting their own way. I’ve graduated as a maid, I’m currently the receptionist, and Miss Kelly has taken me under her wing. But beyond that, who knows?”

As she drove through the countryside, Chloe couldn’t help thinking back to The Day. The day, soon after her eighteenth birthday when her mother had walked into her room and caught her masturbating, with the clothes pegs biting deliciously into her pretty, soft nipples.

Chloe had immediately expected her mother to explode, but no such thing happened. Rather, she’d simply apologised for interrupting, and hurried out. The only explosion had been Chloe’s orgasm a few minutes later.

And nothing was mentioned for the next couple of days. Not until mother had suddenly handed over a paper bag. When Chloe had looked inside, the contents consisted of various implements suitable for nipple torture, from standard clamps to, frankly, evil looking large, high strength bulldog clips.

“I thought you might like to try something other than clothes pegs, if that’s your ‘thing’. Here, let’s give you a try.”

At her mother’s instigation, Chloe had pulled off her t-shirt and removed her bra, before clasping her hands behind her head. Mother had paused for several seconds before attaching a vicious looking clip onto Chloe’s left nipple. Chloe had responded with closed eyes and a sharp intake of breath. A couple of seconds later the right nipple had received the same treatment, and Chloe’s arousal had soared, as the corners of the fierce bulldog clip bit into her soft flesh.

Her mother had seemed both fascinated by and proud of, her daughter’s kink. A week or so later corporal punishment was introduced and welcomed, and Chloe regularly rushed home from school to get a good spanking (the leather strap was her favourite). Mother had then mentioned that she had made contact online with a ‘Master Karl and Mistress Debbie,’ who would be more than happy to take Chloe into their household for the duration of her gap year, to train her. Chloe, however, was a sensible girl who realised this could be the start of a slippery slope. Additionally, other fantasies had been bubbling away in her mind, notably today’s.  



“Andy.”

He opened his eyes and looked up from the lounger where he was topping up his tan.

“Kelly? Erm, hello. What can I do for you?” he asked, in a tone which made it clear that he had no intention of obliging Kelly if he could possibly avoid it. After Aunt Jane’s reaction at dinner last night to the appearance of the Cropper siblings, Andy’s over riding reaction to Kelly’s sudden appearance at his side was one of deep suspicion.

“Andy, Anton and I have been talking and we feel we ought to explain. We’re not here for any reason connected with our mother and any dispute she might have with your Aunt.”

“O, really?” Andy was plainly unconvinced.

“Not at all. We’re just friends of Steph and Leanne. Leanne’s cousin is one of my exs, and Anton used to be a fuckbuddy of Steph. Probably still is. I mean, think about it. Would Anton and I turn up here in full view of you and Jane if we were trying to sabotage you, or whatever?”

“Possibly not,” conceded Andy.

“Of course not,” insisted Kelly. “We’re just relaxing, and getting to know Steph and Leanne, and everyone. Like you, and Jane, and everyone else are, I imagine.”

“OK. I’ll speak to my Aunt, but I can’t guarantee what she’ll say.”

“I’d appreciate that,” said Kelly.

Steph smiled as she gazed across the West Lawn to where Leanne, Anton and Chris were stretched out, with Leanne in the middle, facing in the opposite direction to the other two. Leanne was busy giving the guys simultaneous handjobs, and was plainly making a good job of it.

Now, Steph may have been a slut, but she was a moral person, and she wouldn’t dream of fucking her own nephew. Anton, yes, Chris, no. It was plain, however, that Chris and Leanne were intimate, and Steph had no problem with that. She especially enjoyed the game Leanne was playing, which involved subtly adjusting her grips so that, each time Chris or Anton came, the resulting spunk arced through the air and splattered the face of the other guy.

“Auntie,” said Andy.

“Yes, Andy dear?”

“Kelly Cropper came to speak to me about half an hour ago.”

“Did she indeed?”

“Yes. She was trying to persuade me that there’s nothing suspicious about her and her brother turning up at Mayfield Court. She says it’s nothing to do with the Sisterhood. Kelly and Anton just accepted an invitation from Steph. Apparently Anton is Leanne’s boyfriend and Kelly has been helping with the feminisation process.”

“And you believe her?”

“I don’t know what to believe, Auntie. What do You think?”

“I’m quite sure she’s telling the truth. Oh, don’t look so surprised, Andy! People do tell the truth occasionally, usually when they can’t think of anything else. Think about it, Andy, dear. Could you think of a sillier plan than for Madame Cropper’s children to inveigle their way into Mayfield Court? To what end? And I have it on good authority that Anton Cropper has absolutely no connection with the functioning of the Sisterhood. It would be odd in the extreme if he had. He’s simply a good looking trust fund boy who may take some of his fun, from time to time, among the Sisterhood’s femboys and sissies. As for Kelly, her upbringing has convinced her that her future lies in achieving Sisterhood seniority. But I’m not sure that her heart is really in it. That poor Jessica that she brought along with her; Kelly almost neglects her.”

Andy nodded. “Putting it that way makes perfect sense, Auntie. I mean, yes, we’ve been keeping a low profile these last few weeks, to avoid them finding out where we are. But from what you were saying earlier, you’re a dotted i away from sewing up Boy?™’s new contract, then we can make our way home to enjoy the rest of this wonderful summer. After all, it’s not as though Kelly and Anton could be planning to simply abduct one or both of us, just so that their mother could wag her finger and give us a good telling off for having thwarted her. O, isn’t ‘thwart’ an odd word?”

Andy rarely gave such a long speech, and Jane raised a loving eyebrow before suggesting that he find Will and take him to their room for a couple of hours afternoon delight. Andy’s eyes lit up, and, as he went to find Will, the thought ‘Reverse Cowgirl, maybe?’ entered his mind and just wouldn’t go away. 



Tori spent the following morning in town, indulging in a little shopping, and had gone directly to her room when she returned, to change into the purchases in the bags she was carrying. And halfway back down the main staircase she met Jessica carrying a feather duster.

“Good morning, Jessica,” she said. No response. Tori repeated her greeting, but Jessica still seemed unable to reply. Her jaw had dropped, and she was staring. Staring at Tori’s new outfit. When Andy and Jane had first arrived, Tori had commented that, if she’d been twenty years younger, she’d have loved to try a latex skirt like Andy’s or a pair of Freddys, like Jane’s. Well, the word had become parent to the deed, in a manner of speaking. She had bought a couple of pairs of Freddys, but this morning she was wearing rather high-waisted, very skinny, very tight leggings, black, real leather, accompanied by a stunning pair of boots. 11cm slim heel and topping out several inches above the knee. The ensemble was completed by a Hugo Boss leather jacket.

“Oh, Madam, you look wonderful,” said Jessica.

“Why, thank you, Jessica dear. Actually, perhaps you could assist me with a little cleaning and polishing job,” replied Tori.

“Certainly, Madam. I’ll just go and collect the necessary equipment.”

“That won’t be necessary. You already have all that you will require. This way.”

Thus it was that, some ten minutes later, Jessica’s tongue was working its way along the height of Tori’s boot heels, then across her soles and insteps, up her legs and around her thighs, with which Tori then clasped Jessica’s head, as she happily worshiped her crotch, revelling in the delectable scent of the leather. We’ll draw a veil over the use to which the feather duster was put.  



Jane was filling Andy in on Steph’s barely disguised approaches.

“She’s certainly a larger than life character,” said Andy.

“She’s a lovely woman,” she said, “and she’s been wonderful in the way she’s supported Leanne, But I’ll have to make it clear to her that we can only be friends.”

The stable block at Mayfield Court was not often used. However, Tori made her way past the east garden and walked inside, noticing how it still retained an equine scent. She went through to the back area, still technically referred to as a tack room, and collected a piece of equipment dangling from a hook on the wall. After assuring herself that it was still in working order, she made her way back to the house, humming gently.

To be specific, the fantasy which Chloe was hoping to satisfy today was a form of exhibitionism. Naked, blindfolded, spreadeagled across the front seats of the Nissan, nipple tips tortured by the corners of vicious bulldog clips, hands tied to door handles, and impaled on the first ten centimetres of a XXL rabbit, but with a selection of other toys on the adjacent dash.

She would park in some remote rural location (today was to be the junction of two narrow lanes a mile or so from Mayfield Court) in the hope that someone would drive by, spot her and play with her, maybe using one of the spare toys. The excitement of lying there, available, potentially usable, made lube totally unnecessary.

This was the third time she’d tried in the last month. No success so far, but wasn’t that often the case when indulging in a new kink? After about half an hour, midway to orgasm, a sound not unlike a car pulling up, a car door opening, and a footfall brought her part way to consciousness. Had she been found? Was she about to feel the touch, or much more, of a stranger?

“Jessica, dear,” said Tori.

“Yes,” Madam?”

“You know the location of my room?”

“Yes, Madam,” said Jessica, puzzled.

“Knock on my door in precisely twenty minutes time. You understand?”

“Not at all, Madam, but I shall do as you instruct.”

An hour and twenty five minutes later, Jessica slipped out of Tori’s presence and returned to the room she shared with Kelly. Her eyes were tear stained, her make up was smudged, and she had stripes on her pink buttocks, but she also had a broad smile on her lips.

As Jessica closed the door behind her, Tori bent a riding crop to- and fro- between her hands before putting it in a drawer. She would return it to the tack room in due course. But, for the time being, she, too, was smiling.  



“Well, who have we here?” muttered a husky female voice. “My! I do believe I’ve seen you before. You’re one of the party at Mayfield Court! What shall we do with you?” With that, Chloe felt the slow removal of the rabbit. She then heard a click. This was followed by a hum. Then her O Wow bullet was pressed against her clit and about ten seconds later her brain did a loop-the-loop. About ten minutes later it was executing a triple summersault with the long, slow insertion of a fist. A large fist. After about another fifteen minutes the fist was extracted and the husky voice muttered a few phrases into her ear before stepping back and away. A car engine. A car turning. A car retreating along the lane.

Several minutes later (or maybe much longer, she was still extremely disorientated), her last mini orgasm having barely subsided, Chloe casually pulled on pants and tshirt and slowly began to drive back to Mayfield Court. That had been quite a ride. Almost as good as her weekend auditioning for Master Karl and friends.

Polly Evans’ YouTube channel had plainly been very instructive. Kat stood back and surveyed her handiwork. There was JoJo lying on her stomach, her wrists bound tightly to her ankles, behind her back. From the sounds she was making through the ball gag in her mouth, she was clearly highly aroused, and Kat was videoing the entire scene for Carmel’s entertainment. Suddenly, she heard a noise and looked over towards the door. An envelope had been slid under it. Kat picked it up, opened it and glanced through the contents.

“OK, JoJo, the fun’s over. We need to get you sorted out. Jane and Andy want us at a meeting in Andy and Will’s room, ASAP. Something to do with the Fancy Dress.”

It was only as Chloe made a wide, careful turn past a copse and into the Mayfield Court drive that vague memories of her recent companion’s parting words began to come back to her. Her brow furrowed. Phrases began forming into sentences. Was that right? Had she really heard that? She put her foot down to sprint down the remainder of the drive, then screeched to a halt. Leaping up the front steps, she headed straight for the room shared by Kat and JoJo, who were just on their way out.

“Quick! We’ve got to do something!” she shouted as she burst in.

 “Wassup, Chlo?” asked Kat, tidying up the rope before following JoJo to the meeting.

“It’s Jane and Andy,” gasped Chloe. “I think they’re in danger!”


Monday 1 April 2024

New Art. "Executive stress"

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We have a sweet
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a really interesting
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Hi Everyone
  A little notification to begin with. I will not be about next week, this is due to personal commitments, However there will be preloaded posts over on Patreon. I would pre-load on the blog, but everytime I try it the formatting gets messed up. So my appologise but I am sure you, sweet friends, will understand.

  Ok on with todays post and it is the completed version of the third of the "Lift/Elevator" series and this one is the hottest of the lot.
 When I posted it on Patreon I hinted at a very small but important detail and now with the dialogue in place it is all the clearer, but you do still have to take a good look to see the problem. In the past Will or indeeed Andy has found it easy to slip those Latex outfits away, but this time they may have met their match. That said it seems Andy is not too worried.
 Hope you like this naughty moment and I can add that our dear Skinnie S has created a lovely connecting story, which I shall share with you at a later date.
Big Hugs
XXX
Andy



Friday 29 March 2024

A cuppa with Christeen

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This time we cast 
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very special treat.





Hi Everyone
 Gosh I am sorry for being so slow with everything this week, hopefully things will calm down and we can get back to chatting more.
    Friday, Friday it is here at last and we all thank Christeen for gifting us these super dooper creations for us to enjoy.
  My biggest hugs to you all, I'm off to have a cuppa and a sleep.
XXX
Andy

PS, I really love all of these and especially the second one.









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
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