Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. Well it is not so much a blog more a place to share all the things i have written, drawn and generaly played with over the last 10 years. Most of them are related to my love of smooth slick Latex and shiny PVC, as well as the delights of feminization. I also have a huge crush on British TV presenter Carol Vorderman (The perfect model of the older woman) as well as the gorgeous Keira Knightley. (more my age). There will be nothing harsh or nasty here, just fun things, naughty things, sexy things and yes, well, Kinky things. Basically it's a stroll through the kinky lanes of my mind. hope you have fun. XXX

Monday, 19 March 2018

By Christeen

The guiding Hand, re-edit. Part 2

Hi Everyone
I was just sat here and felt like sharing.

Part 2: A Second Opinion.
By Rob

Time had passed him in his dream. She was home and he was still wearing her panties… Desperately he fiddled with them but, with trembling terrified fingers, the rubber which had earlier seduced him now became a prison, enclosing him, trapping him. Sweat broke out on his body, his heart pounded. No! No!!
He looked about, terror-struck. There was no way out, no way. Then, grabbing his clothes, he rushed to his room.
“J... Just ch... changing, Auntie,” he stammered. There was nothing else to do, so with fumbling fingers, he threw his clothes on over the panties and rushed to meet her before she could reach the top of the stairs. “H... Hello Lady… Auntie Jane.”
“Oh darling, you are all red, I do hope you are not coming down with anything.” She placed a soft hand on his cheek.
“No, I’m fine, really,” he stammered.
She looked him up and down. He felt himself tremble under her cool gaze. Then she smiled, “Oh darling, you are too sweet.” She smiled and stroked his cheek, then, turning, she chilled his blood, “I’ve just got time to try my treat, is the bag in my room?” There was a pause, an eternal pause, maybe even longer… “Andy?”
“Ye… yes, it is, bu ...”
“Oh, blast that phone,” Jane snapped, “do excuse me, dear.”
Andrew’s heart must have stopped. He was not breathing. All he had was a head fuzzy with confusion and fear and a body which, heated to boiling by sheer terror, seemed to tremble with an almost uncontrollable shiver. He fumbled for a moment with his jeans, pulling them down to see if he could peel the panties away ... Quickly, quickly … his fingers fumbled and slipped on the slick rubber. He could not even slide a finger under the hem. No, he remained trapped and … “oh no!”
He heard her coming back up, this time the click of her heels went towards her own room, he held his breath, again eternity passed, then she returned.
“Curse that office, I’m sorry, darling, but after our trip I will have to pop back to the office for an hour. Still that’s later. I saw the bag, darling, thank you. I do hope you did not peek.” He smiled weakly, shaking his head. “Still, it will be a treat for me later.” She took his hand. “Oh my, that is hot, are you sure you’re OK?”
“Ye… yes, fine, thank you,” the young man floundered. “Just… just excited to be with you, I guess.”
“Oh, you are sweet.” Jane’s glossed lips curled into a smile of delight. “Come on, everything is ready, we have so much to do.” And with that she took his hand and led him downstairs.
Driving back into town, Andrew struggled to relax, telling himself there was no way she could find out about his secret without actually taking his clothes off. He just had to be cool and wait until he got home. The hour she would spend at her office would be all he needed to escape his rubber prison and return the rubber panties to their bag. He just had to be calm. Oh God, just be calm……
The first place on Lady Jane’s trip was the huge IMAX cinema, where he sat enthralled in an exciting film shown in 3D. This was followed by a trip on the famous London Eye. Then a delightful afternoon tea at one of her favourite restaurants, and finally a slow evening cruise down the river past all the famous sights of London. All the time she kept him close, held his hand and patted his trembling knees. Her voice was soft, warm and almost loving, and each gesture brought home to him his shame and guilt.
Then, as the sun began to soften they sat by the riverbank sipping cold lemonade. All the time as she had done all afternoon, Lady Jane was holding his hand like a real loving Aunt.
“It is so nice to have the company of such a sweet young thing as you, Andrew. I admit I have grown very fond of you in our short time together,” she said, her dazzling smile turning his heart to liquid.
“I like you very much too, Lady F….”
She squeezed his hand, “No, darling”
“Sorry, Auntie Jane. I think you are very kind, and beautiful.” The last word just seemed to slip out, but it brought a truly stunning smile to his older companion’s face.
“Oh, what a sweet thing to say. Thank you, darling.”
But it was true. She was such a beautiful lovely lady and he could not help but feel so wretched about how he had behaved. He wanted desperately to turn the clock back, but the only way to do that was to admit his crimes, admit how he had worn her pants and nightdress and how at that very moment he was in the tightening embrace of her new rubber underwear… There was no other way to clear his soul… but he was a coward. He did not need to tell her. He just had to wait a little bit longer and no one need know.
The river and time drifted on and for the first time he truly felt he might escape.
“Thank you, Auntie Jane,” he said, as they stood beside the river, for one last photo. “I’ve had such a fun time.”
“I’m so glad. However, there is still one last surprise I have left in my box, dear.”
For a moment Andy froze. He could not face any more time in his tight latex panties, the heat of the day having filled them with a creamy lubrication of sweat. “But don’t you need to return to the office,” he said, adding a hint of sadness to his tone.
“No darling, no. That can wait, but I can’t,” She shifted in her seat, looking about the area before turning to face him. She smiled. “I want you to do something special for me, Andrew.”
The young man’s heart raced in his chest, “S… sure.”
Again, Jane’s eyes danced about the nearly deserted stretch of riverbank, before gazing into his. She took a breath. “I want you to unzip your trousers.”
Andy’s heart now rushed to his throat and tried to burst free, his body consumed by an instant tremble of terror and disbelief, “Wha... sorry?”
Jane smiled, revelling in her young companions’ shock. “I want you to unzip your trousers.”
Andy floundered, “Wh…why?”
“Because I say so, young man.”
For a moment, Andy thought about refusal, but Jane’s tone, though not harsh or fierce, did have an edge he had never heard before. It was a tone which made it perfectly clear he had little choice and so, with his white teeth nervously nibbling his lip, his trembling fingers moved to his jeans and slowly drew the tiny gold zipper down.
“Good boy,” Jane purred, her tone once more soft. “Good boy, now ....
With the sound of his blood pounding in his ears, Andy nearly jumped out of his skin when, with a smooth and elegant movement, Janes right hand glided up his denimed thigh and settled at the now opened zipper. He held his breath and gazed helplessly into the older woman’s sparkling eyes. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be.
Then slowly as her eager fingers slipped into the parted denim, Jane’s eyes widened in delight, “Oh my God!” she half-gasped, half-whispered. “They’re latex!”
Andy felt the world fall away from him. He felt his head spin, his stomach knot and his body melt into a pool of mortified goo. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to, I don’t know why.”
For a long moment, Jane was lost in the sensations of warm latex beneath her eager fingers, but sensing the young man’s genuine dismay, she gently let them rest.
“Oh, it’s OK, darling,” she purred in her soft, well-mannered tone. “Really it is. In fact, I was secretly hoping you would choose those.”
But with his pounding heart in his ears, Andy barely heard her words, “I have never, done anything like this … Never, I don’t know why.”
“Andy, Andy darling,” she purred, “really it is fine.”
The young man’s head was still spinning, and Jane’s words barely filtered through, “No, no, I am so, so sorry.”
Jane sighed and looked into the young man’s eyes. Then, after briefly allowing herself the pleasure of one last stroke, she slipped her fingers from their smooth nest, drawing the zipper closed behind them. “Listen to me, Andrew. Andrew?” The young man’s shame-reddened face rose to hers. “It is alright, darling, really. I don’t mind. In fact, I think it is wonderful.”
Andy gazed back, his mind struggling to come to terms with Jane’s tone which was, to his disbelief, not scolding or harsh, but soft and truly caring. “I’m…I’m sorry.” He repeated
Jane smiled broadly, “No, no, darling no more apologies. I accept and I forgive.”
Andy’s eyes widened, and he felt his stomach lighten. “Sor …. Th … thank you.”
“That is perfectly alright, darling, now….” She took his trembling hand and helped him to his feet, “we need to get a move on.”
“Where are we going?”
“You will see, darling.”
“It is somewhere along here,” Jane said, looking up at the street sign. “Nearly there, darling.”
Despite the time, the street was still quite busy with market traders packing away their stalls and the last of the evening shoppers awaiting their buses. Most of the shops down Lower Market Street had lowered their shutters for the evening and a lone road sweeper went about his business.
No one really took any notice of Jane and her silent young friend, but if they had, they might have found the way this older beauty was cradling the young man’s hand in hers a little odd. Not that there is anything wrong in such an act, but…. there was just something about it.
Suddenly Jane stopped, and Andy felt her fingers squeeze his as if in delight.
“This is it,” she sighed, a hint of excitement in her smooth voice.
“I don’t understand,” Andy said, “Where…?” The young man’s voice sharply caught in his throat as he saw the direction of Jane’s gaze.
Across the road, between the two rapidly shrinking market stalls, was a tiny black-painted shop bearing the name HONOUR in clear white lettering. But it was not this minor detail or the slightness of the shop that made his stomach knot, but the window display. A window display that contained three, slim feminine mannequins each clothed in a different uniform. A sailor in pale blue, a soldier in deep green and a police officer in black and white, but again it was not these details that made him tremble, but the fact that each outfit, each tiny sexy outfit, was clearly made of glossy latex rubber. He felt his panties tighten about him.
For moment he just stared, but then he felt Jane’s hand squeezing his. He looked into her sparkling green eyes, she smiled “Don’t worry darling,” she purred, “everything will be fine.” And without another word she led him across the road, between the two market stalls and up to the tiny shop’s door.
Again, Jane squeezed his hand and smiled. “Actually, you wearing those lovely latex panties is a bit of luck,” she purred, reaching out to press the button below the PRESS TO ENTER sign.
“H…. how?” Andy’s head was spinning. It had all taken place so swiftly he could not take in what was happening.
“Simple….” Jane said, as the buzzer sounded the door’s opening, “… if you had chosen the silk ones we would have had to have gone across town to buy the rest of your outfit.”
And with those words flooding into his head like a tsunami, Jane pushed the door open and guided Andy inside.
Instantly, the pair were bathed in the rich aroma of latex and rubber. It was as if the air were richer, thicker and warmer. However, as Jane breathed in the sensual atmosphere, Andy had forgotten to breathe altogether. Hardly surprising for a young man who had suddenly come face to face with a life-sized, whip-wielding mannequin sheathed from throat to toe in a mirror-smooth, black latex catsuit.
The voice from the counter broke his momentary trance.
“Hi, are you OK?” The owner of the voice was a woman in her late 20s, very pretty, with blonde hair tied in a high ponytail. She wore a simple white cotton T-shirt above a pair of tight faded blue denim jeans.
“Oh hello,” Jane replied, as if she were in the local supermarket. “May we look around.”
The young woman glanced for a brief second between the two and smiled. “Sure, you will find most of our club and daywear down here, whilst our uniforms and things are on the next floor…” She gestured to the hidden stairway at the rear of the shop.
“Wonderful, thank you,” Jane smiled.
“We also have a bondage area downstairs. If you would like to see it, just let me know and I will buzz you down.”
“What fun, thank you. Come on, darling.” Jane once more squeezed Andy’s hand but this time he did not move. She turned and followed his gaze. It was not directed this time to the silent and still mannequin, but to the very real woman who had just emerged from the back of the shop.
Her outfit could have been described as conservative had it not been for the fact it was fashioned from shiny smooth latex. Her figure-embracing jacket/blouse, from which her breasts struggled to escape, led down to an almost impossibly tight pencil skirt which reached to just below her knees. From then on, her legs, also sheathed in latex, drifted down to feet clad in shatteringly high heels.
Jane felt Andy tremble. She knew he had never seen anything like it, indeed nor had she until she had visited the other fetish shop in Covent Garden to purchase those irresistible panties.
“What do you think, Lilly? This new stuff is superb.” The second woman said, addressing the young woman at the counter, before noticing the slightly stunned looking customers. “Oh hi,” she said, placing one hand on her hip in a practised pose. “Are you OK? All our…”
“Too late Jemma, I’ve done that.”
“Oh, well never mind. Please take a look around.”
“Thank you. May I say that is a wonderful outfit” Jane said, her admiring eyes flowing over the woman’s sexy latex outfit.
“Thank you,” the woman smiled and did a slow turn, allowing the lights to dance across the smooth latex surface. “It’s from the new range, more relaxed and everyday styles. They will be on sale very shortly.”
Now Jane gave a soft laugh, “I think I may be a little old for latex. But I must say it is very nice, thank you anyway.”
“You are very welcome. Are you looking for anything in particular?”
For a moment the question hung in the air, then with a faint squeeze of Andy’s hand, Aunt Jane said, “Yes, in fact I am. I wonder, do you have any maid’s uniforms?”
The woman in latex smiled, “We do indeed. Please come with me.”
Andy felt his heart leap to his throat and looked desperately into Jane’s dancing green eyes for mercy. The very idea that she was about to purchase for him, in front of these women, a dress, a maid’s dress, made his stomach knot and his knees weaken.
“Please, Aunt Jane.” He whispered. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, Andy,” she replied in a clear matter of fact voice, “We won’t be long, I’m sure these ladies have homes to go to as well.”
For a moment he thought about pleading some more, but then as he was led by the hand through the downstairs display towards the stairway, he bit his lips and prayed it was all a rouse, a trick just to punish him. He prayed it was all a nightmare.
The stairway leading up to the second showroom was quite narrow and steep, and gave away the true age of the shop itself. However, Andy was not interested in such things. For, at Jane’s instruction, he climbed the stairs a number of steps behind the woman in latex and, in doing so, his eyes were on the same level as her smoothly-encased bottom. Oh, he tried to look away of course, but there was something about those twin globes, slowly sliding across each other with every stair, that made looking away impossible. They seemed to flow and roll beneath the tight shiny latex, which stretched and creased like nothing he had ever imagined before. He felt his mouth dry.
“We have a number of styles from classic to full French, and all the way to full-length Victorian dresses,” The assistant said, as the came into the well-lit upper rooms. “All are in either latex or PVC. Do you have a preference?”
“Actually, I was looking for something in latex.”
“Not a problem.” The assistant moved atop her high heels to the far wall where, at either end, stood silent mannequins dressed in perfect latex reproductions of full-length Victorian maids’ dresses. “And style?”
Now Jane paused. Andy’s heart raced. She smiled. “I was thinking French?”
Again, the woman smiled. “Oh wonderful, we have some lovely pieces down here.” She pardoned herself and moved to the end of the rail. As she did, Jane squeezed Andy’s hand and gave him a naughty smile.
“Isn’t this wonderful? Don’t they have such lovely things? Did you see that gown downstairs, the black one with the high neck? Imagine wearing that!”
Andy offered no such enthusiasm in his reply. “Please Aunt Jane. I’m sorry, please can we go?”
“No darling,” she half whispered. “No, I am not having you wandering around in only latex panties. No matter how cute I bet you look in them.”
“But Auntie ...”
Andy fell silent as the assistant turned back towards them. “This is our standard maid’s dress. Very cute, very short and sweet, easy to wear and of course it comes with an apron and cap.”
Andy’s stomach knotted as the tiny dress was displayed before them. Jane hmmm’ed. “It is very sweet,” she said stepping forward to touch the rippling black latex. “Very cute indeed. What do you think, Andy …? Do you think my maid would look nice in that?”
Desperately, the young man fought to find a calm and removed tone to his strangled voice. “Um,” he started, “Er… N… no, Aunt Jane, I… I don’t think so.”
There was a pause, Jane stared at the red-faced boy, who stood nervously shuffling beside her. She smiled, “You are so right, Andy darling. So right. No, I need something special.”
The assistant nodded and returned to the rail.
“I am so glad I brought you along, Andy. It’s always best to have a second opinion,” Jane said in a rather too clear voice as her young companion blushed beside her.
“This ...” the assistant said turning once more, “….is a fuller dress, still very practical but also still very cute and sexy. The skirt is a little longer as are the sleeves. And the neck line can be worn both over and off the shoulder.” She offered the glistening black latex dress out and turned it on its hanger. Again, Andy sensed his tormentor’s delight.
“Oh, that is sweet…” she said, holding up the skirts, “… it has a fifties air about it. You can imagine the wearer with a high ponytail tied in a ribbon. I like it very much.” She again turned Andy, who could feel his face glowing.
“It…. it is a little old-fashioned,” he ventured, “don’t you think, …. for …. for your maid.”
The pause this time was longer and Andy could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Jane once more stroked the fine smooth latex.
“No…you are right again, Andy. Quite right. It is a little old for my maid and ...” she paused, her lips curling into a smile, “…as you said, very practical. You’re right that I don’t really need practicality, I want ...” again she paused, “… I want something ultra-feminine dripping with lace and frills, masses of petticoating. You know, something … spectacular.”
Andy’s blood froze, and the assistant’s face lit up.
“I have just the thing, one moment.”
As the woman moved past them into an adjoining alcove, Andy looked up at Jane and whispered for forgiveness. But Jane Fullerton-Jones just smiled.
“Darling, I have told you. There is nothing to forgive.”
“But Aunt Jane… Lady Jane. I don’t …”
“No, darling, no more….” Jane’s voice died in her throat as the assistant returned.
In her hand she held what could only be described as a fantasy of French finery. A teeny, tiny, shimmery and shiny black latex dress, with a deep neckline, puffed cap sleeves and a short, short skirt. All trimmed with lashings of fine white latex lace.
Andy froze, and he felt Jane’s hand tremble in his.
“This is our most exquisite dress, with the most perfect cut and style,” the assistant said, turning the flimsy latex garment back and forth, “It is also one of our more expensive dresses at £140. But I am sure you’ll agree it is very much worth every penny.”
Jane stepped forward, her eyes wide as if hypnotised by the dress’s sheer beauty. She reached out one hand and slid it up under the frilled hem. The latex flowed and rippled across her fingers as if it had been poured from a jar, shimmering and shining, as it trickled between her fingers. She swallowed, her heart raced, this was it.
“It is so light, so very fine,” Jane said as much to herself as to the smiling assistant, “I think this will be perfect. Don’t you agree, Andy?”
The young man on the other hand could not find his voice, the dress was far too ... well ... feminine for him to contemplate, and all he could do was breath a soft, “oh no, not that one,” of despair.
Jane smiled and turned to the red-faced young man who stood framed between two rails of shimmering latex. “No, Andy dear, I think this is just right. Perhaps you need to see it from a different angle.” Jane reached out a hand, beckoning Andy to join her. At first, the reluctant young man stayed rooted to the spot, but then, as the elegantly painted fingertips continued to summon him, he realised there really was little point in protest and nervously he took the offered hand.
Accepting the dress on its hanger from the assistant, Jane now led Andy over to the well-lit circle of mirrors in the far corner of the latex-scented showroom.
Once there, she drew the flushed-face youth in front of her, before, with a glance to ensure the assistant was watching in the reflection, drawing the dress up before him in a gesture which made its future ownership perfectly clear.
The look on the assistant’s face said it all. Shock, astonishment, surprise and yes, delight. Jane could see them all in her wide eyes and smiling lips. But it was the sweetly embarrassed glow of Andy’s cheeks which delighted her more.
“I think this will be perfect for you, Andy. Don’t you agree, darling?” she purred loud enough for the assistant to hear, “Or would you like to try it on. Just to make sure?”
Andy tensed, and noticed the assistant gazing at him with delight. “N… no please. No.”
“Shall I buy it for you then?”
Andy gazed into the mirror, the aroma of warm latex filling his head as the dress Jane held before him rippled and fluttered in the faint breeze of the cooling fan. The lights of the show room danced on its slick wet surface like sunlight on the ripples of a lake. He sighed. He knew there would now be no reprieve. His wide and slightly reddened eyes looked back at Jane in the mirror and, with a faint movement, he nodded his agreement.
Jane drew him close in a soft loving cuddle. “Good boy,” she whispered, “and don’t worry, darling, you are going to look gorgeous in latex.”

Monday, 19 February 2018

A Message

Hello Everyone
   This is a quick message to say, I am sorry, but I shall be away from my blog for a while. Life has put the boot in and I need to  focus my thoughts and heart on something rather big.
  As you might see I have left you with 2 new parts of our friend Rubber Hs story.
Plus 4 new pieces from the brilliant Christeen

I will say, I am not sure how long I will be away, but please do not delete me from your following list as I hope to be back as soon as possible, because I have so much more naughtiness and sissy fun I wish to share with you all.

Thank you for your support and kindness
Love and best wishes

Story. The New Spring Line- Part 4

Hi Everyone
  Here is part 4 of Rubber H's superb story.

Part 3 here

The New Spring Line- Part 4
Copyright 2018 by RubberH

Disclaimer: All persons and businesses mentioned are fictional and are not intended to represent any actual existing person or enterprise. In short.. IT’S JUST A STORY!

After cleaning himself up, William dressed and left the house for Lady Jane’s home. Although it was not close by, he decided to walk there rather than take the bus. It would give him more time to think and reconsider accepting Lady Quirt’s offer.  Lady Jane never gave any exact numbers, but if it meant his mum could live in relative security, the salary must be considerable. But what would he have to do in exchange? If what he did to Andy was any indication, what other kinky things would be expected?
It was the thought of how he tortured poor Andy that made William hesitant to go further. William was not by nature a cruel person and seeing Andy suffer made him ashamed. He was about to turn around when he realized he was at a bus stop. The makeup advertising posted was still up and he could see the image of Andy standing in the tight red latex and the look of near orgasm in his face. He saw the young men staring at the poster and making comments. The same kind of comments he made to his friends and Andy. He never understood why Andy was blushing until now.
William turned away from the poster and kept walking. He was now close by Lady Jane’s house. There was just this block of retail shops to pass. He walked past the bookstore and the cosmetics shop. Next to them, a previously empty store was being remodeled. As he passed the window he saw a cardboard display. It was a cutout of Andy! He was wearing a pink thong and a white crop top shirt with the store’s name on it: “Boy?! Boutiques”. Next to the cutout was a sign which read “Opening Soon…Special appearances by our exclusive models.”. Was that his fate? To be like Andy? He then remembered that both Lady Quirt and Lady Jane said that this was not going to happen to him. But if he was not going to become one of their sissies, what were their plans?
He approached the door of Lady Jane’s home and rang the doorbell. In a few moments the door opened and William saw Andy dressed in a maid’s uniform. As he entered the house he could not take his eyes off Andy.  The uniform was made of super tight and shiny black latex, with a cap and apron of white latex. There were multiple white rubber petticoats with ruffles. Black stilettos with incredibly long and thin heels completed the uniform. Long black lashes were glued to his eyelids. William wanted to say something, but Andy’s beautiful mouth and deep red lips were holding a very large ball gag. A thick leather collar was locked around his neck.
“Andrew is being punished for trying to warn you to stay away.” Came the voice of Lady Jane. “It was very foolish of him to do that. Especially since I assured him that no harm would come to you.”
“Should I believe you?” replied William. “You seem to have the upper hand here.”
“Of course I do. But I am not in the position to do anything but present Lady Quirt’s job offer and become your agent.”
Lady Jane motioned to Andy to step forward. Andy took a few steps towards William. The heels were very high and Andy had difficulty in maintaining his balance.
“As you can see, Andrew makes a very pretty little sissy maid. You will also notice that his waist has been severely corseted so that his breathing is a bit restricted. It makes him easier to handle.”
William looked at Andy. Yes, his waist was very narrow and he could only take short breaths to prevent from fainting due to a lack of air. The uniform and heels had locking straps which meant that there was no way they could be removed without the keys. Even though William knew the truth, he could not stop thinking about how beautiful Andy was.
“Why are you showing me this?“, William asked.
“To remind you that Andrew is under my influence and control. If you had any thought about rescuing him like some shining knight, I can assure you it will not occur.” Replied Lady Jane. “You are not the first to become enamored of this little sissy. Each and every one failed to break that very special bond we have.”
“I’m not here to rescue Andy.” retorted William, although he was now more concerned about his friend. “I’m here about the job you were offering.”
“Again, I am not the one offering employment. I am acting as your agent, that is I will be once you have signed the Agreement. The offer is from Lady Quirt’s organzation: ‘WORLD Unlimited’. They own 100 percent of ‘Boy?! Boutiques’ and their newest venture: ‘High Impact Enterprises’. I am certain you must have heard of ‘Boy?! Boutiques’. They are one of the fastest expanding companies in the country and are already established in several others.”
William nodded his head. “Yes, I get the idea of what ‘Boy?!’ is now. It’s for..well it’s for sissys. But what is ‘WORLD Unlimited’ and ‘High Impact’?”
“Yes, to business.” Said Lady Jane. She sat down in a rubber covered chair and smiled at William. “Take off your clothes.” she said.
William was startled. He had expected something but not so quickly and boldly. “What did you say?”
Lady Jane sighed. “You heard me. I want to see what Andrew and Lady Quirt are so hot and bothered about. Besides I cannot best represent you if I cannot fully appreciate your…talents.”
William stood but refused to undress. Lady Jane picked up what looked like a television remote and pointed it at Andy. She pressed a button. Instantly William heard a buzzing and then he saw Andy drop to all fours. He was now moaning into the ball gag as the buzzing became louder.
“My little toy increases in strength over time.” Said Lady Jane. “It’s firmly wedged inside his beautiful little backside and is stimulating him sexually as long as the batteries will last. These are by the way, very long-life ones. They’ll wear out in about six or seven hours. He is not being damaged, but so much pleasure for that much time can be very taxing on one so delicate. So, if you really want my little sissy to be spared you will do as I say.”
William watched as Andy began to quiver as the vibrations of the toy in his rear began to increase in strength. He looked at Lady Jane with disgust as he started stripping. Once he was nude Lady Jane pressed the remote. The buzzing stopped and Andy’s breathing returned to normal.
“Now hands behind the neck and spread your legs.” Said Lady Jane. William did as he was told and stood naked and exposed. Lady Jane rose from her chair and walked behind him. “Nice. Very Nice. Lady Quirt was not exaggerating when she said you were just right for Impact.” As she came to a stop in front of him, William could see that Lady Jane was now holding a riding crop. Taking the crop, she placed the tip under his balls and slightly lifted them. Then she let them drop.
“They seem nice and firm.” She said then took the crop and lifted up his cock. “And this, well I must admit that even while flacid the size is quite pleasing to the eye.” She began to stroke William’s cock with the tip of the crop. To his embarrassment, he began to get an erection.
“Does that feel good William?” she asked coyly.
“Yes, Lady Jane.” William replied, knowing that remaining silent or making any response other than what she wanted to hear was going to result in something very unpleasant.
But instead of continuing, Lady Jane stopped and sat back in her chair. “Now that I have checked out the product, I can begin with explaining the contract to you.” She snapped her fingers and Andy jumped to his feet and walked out of the room. A few moments later he returned with a folder and a laptop writing desk. He placed the folder and desk at William’s feet.
“Pick up he folder and open it.” She commanded. He did as he was told. Inside the folder were two sets set of papers titled ‘Agency Authorization’ and the other “Contract of Employment’.
“The Agency form will allow me to negotiate any and all contracts in your name while you are employed by WORLD Unlimited.  In exchange I will receive thirty percent of any income you are paid by any other party for the duration of this contract. The contract will be for the next two years.”
“Thirty percent!’ exclaimed William “And two fucking years? There is no way I am going to agree to that. What are you offering me that is worth my handing you a third of my income and obligate me for two years?”
“A guarantee that your mother and your friends will never see this..” Lady Jane pressed another remote and her large flat-screen TV came to life. William looked at the screen and saw himself in a faux dungeon grinding his hips against Andy’s backside while the helpless sissy was crying out in pain. They had recorded everything that went on during the photoshoot.
Lady Jane continued, “This recording is a copy of what took place last night. It does look like you are rather enjoying this…”
“Just stop it!”  William shouted.  After several seconds he spoke in a much more muted voice. “You win….”
“Sign on page 3, initial here, here and over here. Then on the Contract sign on page 4.” Replied Lady Jane. “If you wish to read these go right ahead. In the meantime…” She pressed the button on the remote and once again Andy was subjected to the toy’s stimulus. William quickly signed both of them. Lady Jane took a more relaxed stance and switched off the remote.
“You’ll never be able to enforce these.” William said. “I’ve heard enough to know that a coerced signature can’t be used..”
“Do you think that you could bring me to court, or even find someone foolish enough to represent you against WORLD and the Sisterhood?”
“Who are…” William started to ask.
“WORLD stands for World Organization of Rubber and Latex Devotees.” Replied Lady Jane. “The Sisterhood is an organization whose origins have gone back centuries. Its influence is throughout every aspect of modern society.  One of the purposes of the Sisterhood is to create obedient sissies for the use and pleasure of its members.”
Lady Jane smiled at William. “The Sisterhood would never allow their existence to be exposed, and any attempt to do so will result in extreme consequences.”
“So, Andy is just a plaything for you and your friends.”
“Not entirely. On occasion my friends and other members of the Sisterhood may wish to experience Andrew’s rather unique talents. However, I have a deep affection for him and believe it or not, I do not wish him to be used like so many others.”
“Then why did you let him be used like that last night?”
“That is none of your business. “
William stood silent for several seconds. He looked at Lady Jane with distain. How could she be so cruel as to let Andy be abused like that, yet profess she had affection for him? He could hardly wait to leave.
“Are we through? Can I go home now?” he asked.
“Our business is concluded for today. However, you are to report to WORLD headquarters at 6:00 in the morning. A driver will pick you up.”
“Why so early?” he asked.
‘Why to be fitted for your new wardrobe as well as to be prepped for your meeting with the Board of Directors.” She responded. “Also, to kick off your new job as a model and spokesman for ‘Impact’. Now I am going upstairs and take a bath…unless you wish to join me.”
William dressed and once Lady Jane had gone upstairs he approached Andy.
“Are you alright?” Then he realized that Andy was still gagged. He undid the strap holding the oversized rubber ball . Slowly Andy began to move his jaw and open and close his mouth.
“I’m better now.” Said Andy . “But you shouldn’t have come here. I tried to warn you…”
“That’s not important Andy. While your Aunt is upstairs we can escape.”
“Escape? “ asked Andy “Why would I want to escape? Aunt Jane has been good to me.”
“Uh, Andy. She makes you dress up in a rubber maid’s dress and sticks vibrating toys up your backside.”
“I..like wearing rubber. I also like being made up like a girl.”
William was a bit shocked. “What?”
“I was embarrassed at first…well it took me some time, but I like being a sissy. I like being feminine and all soft and… do you like me as a girl?”
William stood and stared at Andy. He tried to picture Andy as anything other than what he was seeing in front of him. Gone was the awkward boy who was his football teammate. Instead a pretty and delicate girl stood there. Her red lips parted slightly. Her eyes looking at him with softness and …
William took hold of Andy and brought his face next to his dream girl. …His object of desire….and he kissed those beautiful lips. He stepped back and looked at Andy.
Then Andy smiled and kissed him back.

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The story continues. The New Spring Line – Part 3

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The New Spring Line – Part 3
Copyright 2018 by RubberH

It was late when William finally returned home. Carefully he crept into the house and up the stairs to his room. He laid down on the bed, wanting to sleep. Above him was the poster of Andy and his latex catsuit. He wanted to tear down that and the other posters, but he was too exhausted after his experience at Boy!? After an hour he finally fell asleep.
The next morning William bathed, dressed and was about to tear down the posters when he heard his mother calling him. He walked down the stairs and there was his mother and another person. It was Andy’s Aunt Jane.
“William. You remember Andy’s Aunt, Lady Jane?” his mother asked. William nodded his head.
Lady Jane smiled at William and rose from her chair. He could understand why Andy might become enthralled by her. She was a stunningly attractive woman.  She was dressed in what at first looked like a conservative business suit, but upon a further examination it was made entirely of latex.
“William, Andrew has told me quite a bit about you. My, you are a very handsome young man.” She said.
William looked at her. He had no doubts that she was a part of last night’s humiliation. He wanted to say exactly how he felt, but he couldn’t do it with his mother in the room.
“Why don’t I make some tea? His mother said. “Yes.” Replied Lady Jane. “William and I have much to discuss.”
Once his mother left the room, William looked at Lady Jane square in the eye. Lady Jane returned the glare with even more intensity.
“So, your mother doesn’t know?” Lady Jane asked, a slight smile on her face.
“NO!..um…no.” William replied. He was trying to hold his temper without his mother hearing.
Lady Jane sat down and crossed her latex enclosed legs. William could see that the latex fit almost like a second skin. “I have no intention of upsetting her…unless you give me reason.” She said.
“Then why are you here?”
“Because Lady Quirt was very impressed with you. ‘Boy?!’ has a new subsidiary being launched in a couple of months. She needs someone to be the face…so to speak..of this new enterprise.”
“I don’t crossdress.” William said angrily.
Lady Jane looked at William. “You obviously have short-term memory loss, or you didn’t hear what Lady Quirt said. She doesn’t need a sissy. She needs a young, masculine man for this position. One who will do what he is told; but looks the part of a dominant.”
“And who likes to wear rubber.” William retorted.
“It would help immensely if you did. She could tell that you didn’t object to wearing it until after your discovery…”
“That’s another thing.” William interrupted. “Was this just some plot? Was Andy in on this the whole time?”
Lady Quirt laughed. “Do you really think that someone could come up with this elaborate a ruse? My dear boy, this was just a series of events that happened to fall in just the right places.”
William’s mother brought in the tea and all three of them sat in their chairs. The room was silent for several seconds.
“As I was saying to William.” Lady Jane continued, “I would be happy to represent him as his agent.”
“Agent? “ William’s mother asked “Agent for what?”
“There is a new startup company that wants William to join their firm. They were most impressed with his work.”
“William, when did you start looking for another job?”
“I haven’t mum. I just happened….” William anxiously looked at Lady Jane .
“He was spotted by an old friend of mine. She has been searching for a new face for her company. She looked at William and asked him to interview.”
“Just like that? “William’s mother asked.
“Yes, and I must say she rarely makes snap decisions. But she was very impressed with your son. He has all the..qualifications for the job.” Lady Jane glanced at William’s crotch and smiled slightly.
“That’s very good news, but William is still going to school.”
“Well, he could take some time off. I do not wish to hamper his studies, but he would be making a substantial income at ‘WORLD’ headquarters.”
“I think Lady Jane, that we could speak about this at some other time.” William interrupted.
“Oh, I’m afraid that the window is very small. She has other applicants and to be honest, it would help me substantially as well if I could act as your agent. “
‘William. I think you should consider Lady Jane’s offer.“, his mother said. “I do not like the idea of your leaving school, but this may the chance of a lifetime. I would hate to see you lose it just because you didn’t want to disappoint me. If it doesn’t work out you can always go back the next term.”
“Mum, things are just fine as they are.” William replied. “Thank you for coming Lady Jane, but I think we can manage.” He rose from his chair. Lady Jane followed and he escorted her to the door.
“Are they William?” Lady Jane asked. “Andrew told me that things are not as good as they appear. Yes, Andrew did repeat what you told him. I’m certain you are angry about his repeating what should have been in confidence. However, Andrew has no secrets from me. You stand to lose your home and your mother may be losing her job as well. It’s not easy being widow these days. “
“Don’t try to use my mum to make me..”
“Make you what? Give her a chance to live comfortably, without having to constantly worry about the next day, or what is going to happen to you?”
William looked at Lady Jane. She had him there. Things, while not desperate, were heading in that direction. His mum had struggled since his dad died. She worked hard to make ends meet while ensuring that he stayed in school.
Lady Jane looked at William with amusement. “Yes, your salary would be enough for her to live comfortably and in a better house than this. Maybe even in Spain or France. She does deserve a better life. I’ve heard Andy tell me about how good a son you are, and you once said that you would do just about anything to pay her back for all she has done for you. I like that. These days there are fewer children who would think of their mother first.” 
Lady Jane stood in the doorway and looked at William. She handed him her card. “I will give you time to consider my offer. If you accept I will expect you at my door within six hours. We can go over the contract and what is expected of you.”
William watched her as she walked down the pavement towards her home. He gazed upon her shapely, latex encased rear swaying back and forth.
Time passed slowly. Too slowly. William thought about what Lady Jane had said. His mum deserved better, but was it worth the embarrassment?  He looked at the mail on the table. Nothing but bills. Lady Jane was going to take as much advantage of the situation as she could. He hated her for it, but at this time she and Lady Quirt had the upper hand.  He cursed himself for not showing more backbone yesterday. Maybe he should have just walked out wearing the rubber suit. Maybe they were only bluffing about their security system not allowing him to leave. At least he wouldn’t have made his discovery about Andy.
Yes, Andy. In all his time he couldn’t stop thinking about Andy. How could he have not noticed before? Every time they would walk by the giant poster and look at the model; yet he never noticed Andy’s looks of embarrassment. He never noticed that the face while made up; while those beautiful, full red lips called out to him; those small breasts just wanting to burst out of the catsuit…..
“Oh shit! What is wrong with me?”, he said to himself. “Why am I thinking about Andy this way? I’m not gay!” Then he realized that his cock was hard. But he wasn’t gay. He wasn’t…No he was a normal straight guy. He was simply fooled by an elaborate use of makeup and whatever. Andy looked nothing like the girl in the poster. Photoshopped pictures…all sorts of tricks.
William’s mother looked at him. She poured some more tea and brought over his cup. “Lady Jane’s offer won’t last long.” She said. “I know you promised to stay in school, but what she said you could earn in just a couple of years…”
“Mum, it’s not the money. It’s what they want me to do.”
“Such as…?”
“It’s a…” William struggled to find the words which wouldn’t worry her. “modelling job.”

“Modelling? Well, that’s not so bad.” She said.
“It’s …well I’d be….”
His mother looked at him and blushed a little. “Oh…I see. Models these days do have to pose nude. I’m not happy, but I certainly am not a prude.”
William looked at her. He couldn’t possibly tell her what he had done last night and what was likely expected of him.
“If I take that job Mum…It might be a bit embarrassing for you. I mean your friends might think..”
“Well, they wouldn’t be my friends if they thought any worse of either you or me. Go ahead and call Lady Jane.”
William smiled at his mother and walked over to the telephone. He dialed the number on the card. After a couple of rings he heard a voice on the other end.
“Lady Jane’s residence.” Came the voice…a now familiar one. William hesitated.
“Andy?, It’s me…Will.”
“I’m afraid you have the wrong number.”
“Don’t lie to me Andy. Lady Jane gave me her number.”
Andy began to speak in a hushed tone. “Please, Will. I’m not allowed to talk to anyone without Aunt Jane being present.”
“I want to speak with her about the job offer.”
Andy’s voice became more excited. Not a joyful excitement but more fearful. “Will, don’t do it. You’ll never…”
“I can handle myself. Just let her know I’m coming over.”
“Now?” asked Andy.
“Yes. She told me to come over if I agree to take it.”
“Yes Will…I’ll….It’s William, Aunt Jane. He said he is on his way over. Yes, Aunt Jane I will set two places.” Andy caught his breath and continued. “She will be looking forward to it.”.
William said nothing, but he set down the phone. He felt uneasy, but he had made his choice.  How bad, he would know shortly.
He went back up to his room to change into something more presentable. Lady Jane was not the denim and t-shirt type. He stood nude in the room and looked at Andy’s poster on the wall. The one which first intrigued him. His fingers touched the full red lips. How could he not have noticed? His fingers traced down the throat. He saw the tiny chain with the name ‘Andy’ on it. How could he have missed it?
Fingers moving down between the small barely concealed breasts. Those eyes. They were the same. Just a bit of liner and fake lashes. Or were they fake? Maybe Andy always had beautiful full lashes and he never realized it. He looked at Andy’s waist and hips. He moved his fingers farther down to where …
Then he realized that while his right hand was caressing the picture of Andy, his left hand was slowly moving up and down his very hard cock. He had done this many times before when he didn’t know the truth about Andy. All he could see was how beautiful the girl in the poster was. His eyes couldn’t look away from her.  How her lips, her moist lips seemed to say ‘I need you!”.
A vast amount of cum erupted from William’s cock. He took his other hand and tried to keep it from hitting the floor. He ran to the bathroom and cleaned himself before his mother found out.

Monday, 12 February 2018

Clip of the week. "Bianca Dragusanu in Latex"

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   As you scoot around the web occasionally you stumble upon someone or something that stops you in your tracks. Well this time it was this picture.

Who the heck is that? I thought and Wow what an outfit. So off I go for a search and it turns out that the above goddess is Romanian Tv presenter, model and fashion designer Bianca Dragusanu and the pictures were stills from her tv show "Te vreau langa mine" (Which means something like "I want you beside me" ,Google translate can be vague).
 Well that just inflamed my desire to find out if this was her usual style and I was not disappointed, no latex is not an everyday style, we would not be that lucky, but it has featured in a few of her outfits.
The clip below features just two, I have found one other video clip which shows her in a patterned white latex dress. At first it does not look rubbery but the creases and cling give it away, however I was unable to copy this file.
  Anyway, I have added the show to my regular haunts and shall update if anything else this delicious returns. Hope you like this clip of the week.

As there seemes to be a copy issue going on maybe this link will help. It all happens near the end