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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

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Wednesday 28 September 2011

New piece of art.

Hi everyone.
  Before i get to the pic, i would like to point out there seems to have been an out-break of denim hot pants in the town, which i might say cheers up the view fro this cubicle i laughingly call an office. Also there has been a burst of pure glamour. Now a few weeks back i mentioned a really beautiful young lady, with a laser beam smile?, yes?, no?, well if no go back and find it.
 well Any way about 30 minutes ago a pair of long legs, wrapped in skintight denim jeans came passed. They were tucked into a pair of black patent knee boots with stupidly high heels and teamed with a white shirt and a wide patent belt. Total car stopping glamour. But wait there is more. This vision stops, turns and knock me down reveals herself to be a lady of at least 50,if not and i do not wish to be rude, older. But she was stunning, really stunning. I mean sorry Gi, you are totally gorgeous all over but. the lady in denim. I fall at your feet. Please, please, please, come back tomorrow so i can show you to my friend Sheila.

Phew now that is off my chest, here is a new piece of my original art. Hope you like.

I mean she was stunning, like model stunning, maybe she was, i don't know but.........oh sorry the picture right.



I mean i don't wish to go on, but a bottom like that should not be on someone of that age, she was a total vision......what oh yes sorry.

Hope you like the new art.
Kisses
Andy

Ps
It also appears over 200 people have read part 3 of the guiding hand which really makes me happy, thanks to all of you. (better get on with some more then)
XXX

A little tasty treat.

Hi everyone.
 I knew i had these lurking around somewhere.They are not connected to anything in particular, but the again chocolate is a treat you can enjoy at any time.
 Dip in.

                                               Oh dear, it must have melted in my pocket.


 
                                                                         Why wait for Easter?


                     Excuse me Miss. But i think you have a little smudge of something just there on your cheek.



                           Why look so glum, i am sure someone will help clean this mess up......right?.

Hope you saved some for later.
XXX
Andy

Fan art!!!!!

Hi everyone
 I don't know if that title is a little egotistical, but i do hope is fits. The other day an artist by the name of Dicoll sent me a variation in the Amanda captions. I thought it was really good and so asked if i might share it with you all and he said he would be honoured. Well Dicoll the honour is all mine.
 Thank you my friend and you are very welcome.

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Wednesday 21 September 2011

The guiding hand ....part 3




The Guiding hand
By 
Andy latex
Part 3
Taken by the hand


    In the fading light, the drive back to the large house is taken in almost silence, Andy felt nothing but fear and shame. The look on the assistants face as Jane had paid for the shimmery latex dress, still clear in his mind and so after the longest half hour of his life the car turned into the tree lined drive way and drew up to the house. The engine stopped and the young man felt his stomach knot as his beautiful tormentor turned and eased the gleaming black pvc bag, with its shocking contents, from the back seat.

 Andy sitting on sofa accepted the offered cup of tea with trembling hands. He sipped the warm liquid but found no taste, Jane smiled and as if the young man who sat before her, had not just had his world  turned up side down, said how much she liked his company and what a lovely day they had.
  Poor Andy nodded and smiled as best he could, he wanted to speak, to express his regret, but the guilt mixing with the shame filled terrors of the last few hours muted his tongue.
  Then with the last of the tea gone, the beautiful Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones, placed her cup to one side and sat forward.
 “Stand up”, she purred. For a moment Andrew hesitated, then with a wave of her hand he rose to stand before her. “Good boy”, she eased further forward in her seat. “now…”, her eyes sparkled and seamed to hold him in there grip. “….…drop your trousers”.
  The words hit him like a boulder, not even registering in his head, he heard them but remained stunned. He could not speak and when he tried only a cute squeek emerged. “I…don’t…”
 “Come along Andrew, I can’t wait any longer…..take your trousers down……..i want to see”.
  For a moment he thought about protesting, thought about saying she was mad and refusing…But he knew he was lost, he had trapped himself and so, helpless to resist his bewitching captors commands, breathed a shame filled apology, opened his denim jeans and drew them down.
 Jane gasped.
   “Please forgive me Lady Jane”, Andy half sighed half whimpered,
  But she did not answer his repeated pleas. Instead she reached out and gently stroked one finger across the smooth rubber which enclosed his young bottom.
  “I’m so sorry”, Andy once more signed, feeling his skin shiver under her delicate caress, “…. i…please forgive me i….i don’t know why ..please”.
  “Oh Andrew, you look as adorable in your new panties as you did in your night-dress”
  For an eternity his face burned red with shame as the meaning of Janes words filtered into his head,  “you..you  know?,  you saw me?” he mumbled.
 “Of cause darling and let me tell he I have watched those videos a dozen times”.
“I’m so sorry, lady Fullerton-Silk, really I am”, as the tears welled in his eyes he wanted nothing but to fall at her feet and beg forgiveness, “Please I never meant to, wear…..I’ve never ever done anything like it before. I don’t know why……, please I’m sorry”.
“Oh Darling No no it is I who should be sorry”, she stood and wrapped the trembling young man in her arms, “Oh I have been very naughty, do please forgive me, Andrew. I just hoped you might be tempted, Kelly said you might be,
“K…Kelly said….?”, he sobbed, the light of realisation now a glow, in his stunned head that he had fallen into some kind of trap. She held him close. Then easing his trousers up as if to hide his shame she guides him to sit beside her.
“Its all right  Andrew”, she purred her voice seaming to flow directly to his heart, “I understand, you are a little shocked now, so I will explain a little. You see I bought you those items for you to try, I must admit I thought you might have smelt a rat, especially with those gorgeous leather pants, I mean , as much as I might dream there is no way I could get into trousers for a slim 17 year old. But you would have looked really good in them, it’s a pity you did not try them, you have such shapely legs and a bottom to die for , but I am glad you tried  the nightie,”.
  “But…….but why?”, Andy sighed, his face buried in Jane silken bosom.
“Because I needed to know, to be sure you were…….adaptable”
“But i…I have never done…. I am sorry… I knew it was wrong”, Andy began to sob, she drew him closer still. “I’, sorry please forgive me”.
  She laughed softly, “Of cause I forgive you darling and I hope you forgive me. I went to far today, taking you to that shop, but I did not realise what a sweetheart you are……”, and so saying she drew the trembling young man to her bosom and cradled him close until the room was dark, Then in a soft loving tone whispered, “you have had a very surprising day my darling, I think it is  time you were in bed”.


  Free of his rubber prison Andy just stared at the ceiling of his room for what seamed like forever, his mind fuzzy and blurred, full of guilt and shame at his betrayal of his lovely new Aunt. But in time he began to drift and sleep over took him , a disturbed sleep full of dreams, a sleep that cradled him until the warm morning sun filtered through the curtains and that soft awakening touch of Jane fingers on his cheek.
  “Good morning darling”, Jane purred. Her voice as warm and loving as ever.
His eyes flickered open, Jane sat on the bed beside him, he could barely focus, but her voice filled his head
  “G….Good morning Lady Jane”, his voice was soft and uncertain, unsure of how she was to react to him, he need not have feared.
 “Auntie, darling, Auntie. I hope you slept well after your worrying evening”, she whispered, her fingers brushing a stray hair from his face.
 “Yes Thank you…..” , he paused, she could tell what he was thinking, “…..I’m s……”
She placed her finger to his lips in a ;’shhhh’. “Its all right Andrew, last night was last night, all over and done with, this is a new day for you, a new beginning”. She placed the breakfast tray on his lap. “enjoy this. I think you need it after last night.”
 “Thank you”, he whispered.
Patting his knee lovingly , She stood , and walked elegantly to the door, Andrew felt his heart spring, the weight lifting from him, the horrors of the night before would become a fading, shameful secret, but then at the door Jane turned, he again saw the beautiful smile on her glossed lips. But the words that passed them made his stomach spin .
”I have cleaned and dusted your panties, you will find them layed out for you in the bathroom. Put them on after you have showered, then come next door”. She narrowed her eyes, “ and don’t be long”
  In an instant all that remained was her beautiful perfume and a tightening knot in his stomach.

     The breakfast was toast, scrambled egg, tea, all very nice, but in his dry mouth, all tasted of nothing and none could fill the swirling void which stread deep within the pit of his stomach.
  As instructed he showered. The warm rain felt strangely comforting on his skin and he wished he could stay within the steam misted cubicle forever. But he couldn’t.
  Sure to her word there on the dresser lay the cherry red rubber panties, smooth and shiny, just as they had the first time he had foolishly removed them from there tissue shroud. He touched them now as if they were his enemy. They rippled and fluttered in his trembling hands. He thought of tossing them away, but the sound of Janes voice, calling from the adjoining room, made his choices clear. He had none. And so with fumbling fingers, he stepped into their glossy embrace and drew them up about his waist and bottom.
   He was their captive once more.

  In just the panties and with his heart wildly pounding in his chest, Andrew timidly entered the next room .
 With impeccable hair, immaculate make up and her outfit of short black skirt , a shimmering pink leather blouse, which barely contained her full bosom and towering black high heels, highlighting her youthful figure. Jane Fullerton was as stunning sight.
  Andy felt his knees tremble as he approached her beckoning finger.
  “That’s better darling” , she said taking his hand, turning him before her, “You know I did not get a really good look at these last night…..they really do suit you, you’ve got a lovely bottom”, she gave him a playful pat, “ Yes if you look half as good in the rest of the outfit I will be delighted”.
 Andy froze, his nerves tingled, that knot in his stomach gripped tighter, Rest of the outfit. He had slept that night preying his torment was over but now in the warm glow of the morning sun he new it had only just begun, for with a cooly dramatic gesture Jane swept her gaze to the bed, where, arranged with deliberate precision  lay the brilliant red latex maids dress.
    “I was just preying you would chose those panties over the satin ones. Oh don’t get me wrong you would have looked divine in the satin dress I had already bought to go with them. It is a deep pink, All ribbons and bows, very sweet and girly and that. Oh but don’t get me wrong Andy I am sure I will get to try it on at some time, but to be honest darling, I had hoped my new maid to be a little…well….special”.
  “Maid!”, Andrew gasped, It was the first time Jane had really stated her intentions towards him and it sent his head spinning, “A Maid, you really want me to be…No….no way. I thought you….it was all”.
   “What a joke?”.
   Andys eyes darted between the glossy latex dress and Janes sparkling green eyes, “N….no a… I thought it was like….like a threat…..a punishment, for…”
 “A punishment?”, Jane smiled in mock disbelief, “For what darling, for trying on your nightdress?, Don’t be silly. And I don’t want you to be my maid Andrew …….I demand it”.
  Andrew could feel his knees weaken, he took another step backward, his eyes wide and confused filling with moisture. “No, i….you can’t make me”.
  “Oh no, I can’t make you Andrew, I can’t force you into high heels. However I know you will not disappoint me. After all I did not have to force you into that pretty nightdress, or those kinky little panties”, Janes eyes narrowed as she revelled in the young mans horror and bewilderment. “As the videos would prove…..if anyone else was ever to see them.”.
   “No!!!”, Andrew snapped, the threat made very clear, “No, please no”.
   “I believe youtube, is quite popular these days”. Jane taunted in mock thought. “I expect lots of your friends visit there”.
   “ No…no you can’t ,you can’t….I won’t”, he stammered looking for a away out., “Besides I’ve got to be back a collage in 2 days. I can’t miss that”,
 “Of cause darling, education is very important and I will ensure you are there, which is why we must make the most of our time”, Her lips curled into a gloriously triumphant smile.
 Andrews stomach knotted, he knew he was trapped, the fly in her beautiful web and as his eyes glistened with the light of realisation, she slowly extended a hand. “Now come along”.

   “My goodness”, Jane purred, “Don’t they look amazing”.
  Andrew looked down at his legs, or rather where his legs once were. For now, freshly sheathed in the sheerest of silk stockings they could only have been the legs of a young woman.
   “I was offered some Latex stockings” Jane added, slowly circling the nervous Andrew, before turning away, “but I thought that might be a little to much to start with and besides I think that tiny skirt will look so cute just brushing those lacey stocking tops. Don’t you?”.
  Andrew did not reply, he was about to, he had the words on his lips, but the moment he saw what his elegant tormentor now held in her hand the words died in his throat.
  “Now, darling ,I want to slip these on now, so you can get the feel of them. I should start you on something a little lower, but as you said we only have a few days, so I am afraid I will have to drop you in at the deep end. ….”,
   Lady Janes commanding voice filled the young mans head like that of a school mistress, however his thoughts were fixed solely on the gleaming vermilion red shoes which now dangled from her fingers.
   “……So. These are 5 inches and yes, the heels are a little thin, I know, but I think you will get the hang of them”.
  Andrews eyes widened, in terror, “I…..I can’t wear those”. He murmured.
  “Nonsense”, Jane replied, turning the polished patent court shoes in her hand, “You think I did not check your shoe size?”.
  Terrified at the idea of being imprisoned in such high heels the poor young man was little more than a  dumb spectator as Jane, elegant as ever, bent to place the shoes before him. She straightened and smiled.
  “Now young man, Left foot first”.


   Andrew held the offered hand tightly, as with tiny teetering steps he moved about the room.
      “That’s it dear, tiny steps, you won’t be striding around in those heels”. Janes words were soft and reassuring, however they had no effect on Andrews feelings towards the polished shoes, on which he now wobbled. They forced him upright, back arched, bum out, fighting for balance.
    “Not flat footed. You must lead with the heel as you would normally do. That’s It Andrew good. Now let your weight flow down through the heels”.
   Andrew stepped slowly round the room, the deep carpet probably did not help his balance , but after a while, Jane noticed his hips and bum begin to wiggle as his movements became more and more fluid. She smiled, she could have watched the helpless young mans first steps into femininity all day. Especially from the rear, with the way the smooth latex creased and stretched about his little bottom with ease tentative step. However despite her desire for him to be as elegant in is heels as possible, she had an even greater one. One she had fantasised about since the first moment she saw him.

“What wonderful skin”, Jane sighed, stroking Andrews cheek with one long red fingertip, “I really am quite jealous”,
  Not that Andrew really heard her, he was still in shock. One minute he was beginning to move with some semblance of grace atop his dagger like heels, the next he was bathed in warm bright light and staring down at the neatly arranged contents of Janes vanity table.
 “ Have you ever worn make up before Andrew?…..”, she said picking a tube from the table and squeezing the light tan cream onto her palm. She knew the answer but got a kick from asking, and apart from a strange squeak and a shake of the head, the shattered boy remained silent “…No?, Oh!. Well,.as  my Maid you will remain immaculately made up at all times, is that understood?”.

Poor dumbstruck Andrew, he felt he would faint, As if it was not bad enough that the lower half of his body had been enfolded in a mist of femininity, he was to wear make up as well, her head swam. But he was powerless to resist and replied with a faint nod.
   “Excellent, Now  we have plenty of time Andrew, so I’m not going to rush. This is a light foundation, it will form a base for your make up”, So saying she softly applied the foundation evenly across his face and down his neck, blending it across the skin of his shoulders and chest, to hide any lines.
  Andrew trembled, she had never been this close to him before, or quite so intimate, her green eyes, drifting over his face.
   As she had said, Jane took her time. She delighted in detailing her every movement and trick.  Explaining the effect each cream or powder would have on his face. She seamed to take an age painting his eyes.


Instructing him to look up or down, to close his eyes or open them to look at her. Selecting and discarding pallets of colour and brushes and pens in turn, until finally, she had just the effect she desired. She tilted her head, admiring her skill.
  “Perfect, now hold very still. I am going to make those cute lashes of yours even longer”.  From the table behind her she took up the small plastic case in which, to Andy, lay two long spider like ribbons of black, “I was just going to use a little mascara but, these will make your eyes really feminine. Now very still darling”.
   For a moment Andys lips parted to voice his protest but no sound emerged and silently he remained as still as instructed allowing Jane to carefully press the false lashes over his own. She leaned back, tilting her own head as she examined them. Then taking up the pen like mascara brush, skilfully and gently sealed them in a jet black.
 If she were being honest, Jane would have had to admit that the moment she leant back to take in the finished effect, the words she had had on her lips died away in astonishment. The effect of the lashes had turned Andys eyes into those of a very glamorous young woman and for a moment she even thought of reaching for the sliver tweezers which lay on the table. A few skilled strokes and his naturally thin brows would become perfectly feminine arches. But no, she stilled herself, knowing that the young man would indeed be back a collage soon and that freshly shaped eyebrows, no mater how sweet, would be very hard for him to explain. So instead, with a tiny little amount of wax she brushed each brow into the delicate shape she desired.
   Poor Andy, he had sat silent and still all that time as she had made his eyes up. However it was what followed that finally broke his resolve.
Jane raised his face on her fingertip, until he gazed up at her, she smiled, “Don’t look so nervous Andy”, she smiled, you look lovely. “Now with this little brush here, I am just going to outline your lips and then I am going to paint them to match your dress”.
 Whether it was the idea of having his lips painted or the mention of his dress, that shocked Andy but suddenly the shy young mans voice returned.
  “No no Lady Jane, please, I’m sorry I did not mean to upset you”, he burst, turning his head away, “please forgive me, please don’t make me be your maid, I don’t want to be turned into a girl, I’ll look silly, please”
 “Oh darling…..”, Jane  put the small brush which was hovering close to his lips down, and turned her face back to his, “Oh I am so sorry , I thought you understood Andrew. Of cause I’m not going to force you into being my maid, I would not want that, it would be so wrong of me”. She shook her head, “Oh I’m  sorry, silly me”. She tilted his face back to look straight into her eyes, “But I just naturally assumed you would not want anyone else to see those tapes of you”,
 Andys heart stopped,
  “However if you do not want to be my maid then that’s fine. I can post copies to, say your collage, your friends, and I’m sure your family would love to see how cute you looked in your pretty clothes, would they not?….. Andrew?”.
 There is a long pause, the true hopelessness of his position becoming clear. Obey …..or be totally and utterly humiliated. The pause went on, she did not move her eyes from his once, she knew his answer, knew her trap was perfect,
  “Which would you like darling?”, she looked deep into his eyes, already feminised behind those fluttering lashes. Andy just blushed and looked away, “Andrew, look at me”, her crisp tone made him jump. “Look at me. Now I don’t want any more misunderstandings young man. Which is it to be?. Become my maid or….the other ”.
  She wanted him to admit it, to surrender to his fate and his answer, his only possible answer could not have been sweeter,
     He sighed with all his heart and nodded. “I…..I want to be your… Maid, Auntie Jane….”
  “There that’s better….”, she shifted in her seat, her tone instantly lightening “…and don’t worry, I’m not going to turn you into a girl, I’m not a magician. I am feminising you, that is making you as pretty as can be and I assure you Andy, the one thing you will not look is silly. Now….part your lips for me ”.
 Andy obeyed and with his head tilted to her the tip of the red dipped brush glided smoothly around the outline of his naturally full lips to create the perfect cutely feminine bow she desired. Once satisfied she placed the tiny brush aside and took up the slightly larger lipbrush. The sight of which instantly made the young man shrink away.


  “Oh Andy, you don’t have to look so scared”, Jane purred, “It will only feel a little greasy, that’s all”. And so, as Andy closed his eyes  she, with deliberately slow strokes, sealed his lips beneath a wetly glossy film of shiny Vermilion red.
 “There that did not hurt, now did it”.
 Andrew said nothing, it was as if the rich film of gloss he could feel upon his lips has sealed them shut into a helplessly kissable pout.
 “Don’t worry. Nearly there darling. Now you hardly needed this…..”, Jane said puffing the big brush in the rosy powder she held in her hand. “…..but I think a little blush will add a little balance to the redness of your cheeks”.

 Again Andy closed his eyes as, with a gentle touch, his beautiful tormentor caressed the soft brush across his rounded cheeks and forehead, then down and over his chest, highlighting his embarrassed colour with a delicate rose shimmer.
  “Oh that’s lovely”, Jane said casting her eyes over the now very feminine and pretty young face before her, but one last thing now remained of his transformation.
  Andy felt the wig before he saw it, and he let out a sweet gasp as Jane drew it over his own short hair settling it into place but as she did Andy could not help but notice the look of astonishment which suddenly filled her eyes. The wig was a soft copper red and not really that long, cut into a sweet pixie style. However the effect was quite stunning
  To be honest Jane was a little in shock, she had been hoping, indeed expecting Andy to look pretty, but nothing had prepared her for just how pretty the young man who now sat before her would look. In fact pretty did not come close, there was only one word for him…..beautiful.
  However Jane knew she had to maintain her cool.
  “Hmmm”, she purred in mock contemplation, brushing the sweet fringe from the boys new eyes, “Hmmm yes, I think that will do. Blink for me darling”.
  Andy paused, as if the instruction was one to fall on his sword, a final submission to his fate,. However the look in Janes eyes said there was little point in defiance.
   The lashes, long and sweeping felt soft and light  and Andy could feel them like the beat of a butterflies wings on his eyes.
  “Oh how adorable”, Jane sighed, tilting her head slightly, “So cute. Now, part your lips”.
Another, briefer, pause brought an obedient response, but as he did so, Andy could not help but catch his breath in a soft gasp. For his soft lips, rich and smooth in their creamy new glaze did not instantly part as before, instead they peeled apart in a slow and sensually smooth liquid like movement.
Andy trembled.
 Jane smiled. “Perfect, just perfect. You look amazing darling. But we are not finished yet”.
  Cradling one of his hands in hers she turned it palm down . “Hmmm you have such small hands Andrew”,  she said “so dainty, but I think polished nails will make them  look even cuter and even more feminine, and then they will be painted to match your lips. That is important, lips and nails must always match, no exemption and when we wear open toed shoes your toe nails must be painted also”.
    Andy barely heard her words, he sat in helpless silence as with great skill and care Jane, cleaned and buffed, his short nails until they were ready. It was not until she produced the tiny box in which lay the ten neatly laid out false nails that his voice returned. However his protest this time were a weak and muted “No”, of disbelief.
  “Oh darling, don’t be silly I am not spending all that time making you so beautiful and then having you with nasty short nails. Now I am going to cement these over….”
   “No please..what about.”
   “Collage yes I know”, Jane broke in, “The cement will be strong enough to hold them in place until I choose to remove them. Now no more fussing”.
It took about an hour, but by the time she has finished Andy was looking at feminine fingers tipped with glossy red lacquered nails, perfectly smooth and mirror shiny.
  “Gorgeous”, she whispered, her voice thick with what could only be described as excited pride. ”Gorgeous”
  Lost for what seemed like an eternity in the reflected lights which sparkled upon his new nails, Andy did not notice Jane step away from him. Only when her cool cut-glass voice broke in over the pounding of his heart, did he awaken from his trance.
   “Andrew”.
 He looked over his shoulder and froze.
   In her hand, jane now held up the gleaming red latex dress, purchased, with such shame and embarrassment the previous evening, yet now as Jane turned it in her hand, the dress seemed even smoother, shinier and thinner than before. It also looked a whole lot tinier. Andys stomach turned.
   “Stand up”.
 For a moment, whether out of disobedience or plain terror Andy remained seated, Prompting a second sharper command.
  “Andrew .Come here”. Jane ordered, confident in her control over the freshly feminised young man.
 A heart beat passed, Janes eyes narrowed, then like a helpless puppy Andy rose and without a thought for the staggeringly high heels cradling his feet, moved head bowed to stand before her.
 “That’s better. Now are you ready for your dress?”. Again the room fell silent, Jane sighed, “ Andrew?”.
   The young man, his face glowing red nodded. “Yes”.
  “Yes what?.
   “Y….Yes I ….I am ready for….for my dress”.
    Jane smiled at the young mans, soft reply, a tingle of delight buzzing through her body at the sound of his submissive obedience,.
 “Oh Andrew.You have no idea how much I wanted to drag you up here last night and force you into this”, Jane purred, slowly drawing  the zipper at the back of the dress down, before  opening it out for Andy to step in. “I dreamt of this  moment all night…now put one hand on my shoulder and slip your left foot in first. And be careful not to catch your heel, the latex is very delicate”.
 Again there was a brief pause before, wobbling slightly atop one dagger heel, Andy slipped his foot into the sleek red dress. Instantly he could feel the cool latex slip over his stockinged legs.
 “Very good now the other”.
  After a moment to gain his balance Andy eased his other heel into the opened dress.
  “Well done. Good boy”. Jane smiled, to herself as slowly she now began to draw the thin red latex up Andys body. “Oh you are going to look divine in this darling….Wiggle you’re hips for me dear?”.
  But Andy was not listening. Desperately trying to ignore the ever tightening grip of the latex as it rose about his thighs, he closed his eyes and forced the sounds of latex squeaking and rustling from his mind.
 “Andrew, pay attention”. Jane snapped, “Wiggle”.
  Trembling Andy obeyed and to his shame felt the smooth latex slide with ease up to enfold his hips and settle about his waist, the tiny frilled hem brushing softly across the tops of his bare thighs.
  After a moment of smoothing and straightening, Jane instructed Andy to slip first one hand and then the other into the offered, sleeves. Again he obeyed without visible defiance, however the look on his freshly painted face would have told any innocent onlooker that these were not the actions of a willing young person.
 His hands in the tiny puffed sleeves Jane now eased the stretching red material up and about Andys shoulders, the thin material squeaked and rustled as she stretched and drew it tightly together at the back, before with a smooth single movement sliding the zipper up.
 As the zipper rose it pulled the thin latex even tighter, moulding and stretching the glaze of brilliant red smoothly across his slim body. Now Jane, eased, stretched and smoothed the crackling latex into place about his shoulders and body and as she did, Andy, lost in his own shame and embarrassment, once more raised his eyes to the ceiling.
  “You know, this is an even better fit than I imagined”, Jane said half to herself as she continued to fluff and smooth, hands sliding down Andy’s spine. “Often when you buy something without trying it on in the shop it can be a little disappointing when you get it home, but this……. this is perfect …..” She placed her hand on the young mans shoulder and turned him before her, “How does it feel?”.
  Andy sighed and gave a faint stretch. “Tight……st…sticky….”, he closed his eyes, “Silly”.
  “Silly?”, Oh darling wait till you see it…. No, no not yet”, Jane half laughed, placing a steadying hand on his arm to stop him turning to the mirror. “You don’t have your apron and cap on yet”.
  The two items, both in smooth pure white latex followed without protest or difficulty. The aprons ribbons, slipping around his slim waist were joined with two tiny golden hooks, to form a smooth unbroken line, emphasising his cutely feminine figure. The cap was even easier, pinning it to his hair with a single pin, Jane arranged the trailing ribbons to flow down the back of his neck, to lightly brush the collar of his dress.
 The look of delight on Janes face as she stepped back, said it all, gone was the young man and in his place was now a very, very pretty young woman. Jane smiled.
  “Turn around so I can see you”.
 Taking a breath the feminised young man began to step round in a circle, the high heels forcing him into tiny and dainty steps.
 “Slow down”, Jane purred from her perch on the edge of the vanity table. “I want to see you properly”.
   Andy obeyed without word.
  “Perfect. Just perfect” Jane smiled clear look of pride on her face. “Now come here darling”.
 As he approached Jane turned and took up a small metallic red can from the back of the table, she turned it in her hand reading the label, nodding to herself in understanding. She looked up.
 “Time for me to polish you”.
  The look in the helpless young mans eyes made his lack of understanding clear. Jane stood, “the lady in the shop gave me this. Apparently it…..”, she looked back at the can and read “…..leaves latex with a deep liquid like finish, which is neither sticky nor oily. Just spray on and wipe to a deep lasting gloss… Mmmm how lovely. This will finish your outfit off a treat”.
   With a new nervousness, Andy remained dumbstruck as Jane moved behind him. He could sense her eyes running over him, he froze as a finger lightly tracing down his spine. Then, as his heart began to pound in his ears, there came a hissing burst from the can and a cool mist of silicone settled on to the latex making him gasp.
   “Oh sorry darling was that a little cold”, Jane whispered her free hand resting on his arm to prevent his moving away. “I won’t be long”.
   Andy was sure she had not lied, to calm him, but his polishing was to take longer than either imagined. Not for any technical reason, but purely for the fact that Jane had instantly become lost In the way each burst of the clear mist, transformed what had, to her, been a very shiny material into something totally new, totally shiny and wet. It was as if the latex itself had suddenly been transformed into a thick clinging oil, glistening in the morning sun.
  As her hands smoothed the spreading glaze across his body , Andy turned his head and looked at his tormentor with wide pleading eyes, but she seemed hypnotised by her purpose,  dedicating herself entirely to ensuring each and every detail and millimetre of his dress, from the cute puff sleeves, down and around his body to the tiny skirt was polished to perfection. Nothing was left un-touched not the apron or cap, not even the underside of the tiny skirt which flared from his hips and not even those tight brilliant red panties, which enfolded his bottom so tightly.
 Andy sighed and raised his eyes to the ceiling, concentrating on his every breath, whilst struggling to ignore the clearly erotic sensation of this older woman hands caressing over his feminised body.
  “This is amazing”, Jane half whispered to herself, as she saw her self mirrored in the latex’s glossy surface. “So shiny, so smooth. It feels so slick , Mmmm, wonderful”.
 Andy closed his eyes and fought the desire to sway with her, until, with one last long caress down his spine, Jane stepped back.
  Andys head spun, his heart pounding its rhythm out in his cheat and ears, so much that it took a second command for him to come out of his daze.
  “Andrew?”.
  “Ye…yes Lady Jane?”.
  “Turn round for me again….slowly”.
 Once more Andy, trembling and unsteady on the red patent heels, who’s shine was now matched but the gloss of his dress, turned slowly before his host. She smiled a strange dreamlike smile as if gazing at the thing she had always cherished. Again Andy raised his eyes to the ceiling, the embarrassment of her devoted gaze almost to much to bare.
  Suddenly he felt a hand on his and his eyes lowered into Jane’s. “You want to see?”.
  It was a question for some reason he had not expected. The very idea that he would see himself, in his newly feminised and rubberised form had not entered his head and for a moment he remained dumb. However then, for some reason he spoke, he spoke in a soft half whisper which dripped with femininity and touched Janes heart.
  “Yes please”.
     For brief moment Jane was stunned by the clarity of his answer. She smiled. “Close your eyes. Take my hand”.
  Without another word Jane led the young beauty by the hand through the wide double doors and into the sun filled bedroom. Instantly the warm aroma of Latex mingled with the fresh scent of her own private boudoir. Not that poor Andy noticed. His mind was still focused on the sensations created by each step atop his new dagger like heels. For now it was not just the pulling on his muscles and the swaying of his hips, but it was also the grip of the tight latex about his slim body and the soft fluttering swish of that skirt as is it played across the tops of his thighs, left bare by the shimmering silk of his stocking tops.
 It was as if he had been dipped in a vat of pure femininity.
   A soft hand on his back brought him to a halt. He could tell he was by the open balcony terrace doors, because not only could he feel the faint breeze, but because he was completely bathed in the heat from the summer sun.
  “Turn a little….That’s it. Now….” A hand soft a gentle rested on his arm, “…….Ready?”.
 Again there was a pause but this time it was followed by a faint but clear nod.
   “Good boy…..3…2…1..open”.
 The gasp which passed Andy lips drew the taste of cherry lipgloss deep into his lungs and for a moment he could not equate himself with the latex dressed beauty  in the mirror. Yes the deep brown eyes were his, yet now appeared wider. Yes the soft red lips were his, yet now looked fuller and yes the soft high cheeks were his, but they now seemed rounder.
  Oh Yes the face in the mirror was his, but it was the parting of his lips, rich and wet in their gloss coating, and the nervous bite of his white teeth mimicking his own, that made the link stunningly clear.
   Andy stepped back, “Oh my”. He breathed and as he stepped back the rays of the sun through the door seemed to glisten on his dress as if they were playing cross the ripples of a lake. “Oh My”.
  Andys head span, his eyes drifting over the image in the mirror , the image of a young maid, in her strange yet cute latex uniform and high heels. Oh yes Andys head spun. Because Jane had said he would not look silly, she had promised he would not look silly, yet as his breath rang in his ears that which he beheld was far worse.
   He looked beautiful.
    “I can’t believe it”  he whispered, as, did the beautiful maid in the mirror. “you….you’ve turned me into a girl”
   Softly Jane touched his  shoulder, her face close to his cheek. “No darling, you are still the same, beautifully sweet, young man I met a few days ago. Only now your inner beauty is mirrored in your outer. Do you underdstand?”
   There was a pause. A long heart pounding pause and for a moment Jane felt a nervous knot in her own stomach. But then her feminised young man gave a silent half nod, in an action which mirrored his understanding perfectly.



 “Good boy”.  She purred, brushing her lips across his rouged cheeks, before stepping back. Turning the bedazzled young man to face her as she did.  “However, now he are my maid Andrew, you must act in  an appropriate manner, which firstly means from now on you will address me not as Aunt Jane or indeed lady Jane but as Madam. I would have loved to hear Miss Jane but, sadly at my age, Madam is more appropriate. Is that understood?”.
  Andy paused. And nodded.
 Jane sighed “No Andrew,Is that understood?”.
 Andy shuffled slightly from one heel to the other, before in a soft tone saying. “Yes madam”.
  “Good boy, Now along with that address I will all so expect a sweet curtsey from you whenever you enter a room or receive an instruction from me. Understood?”,
 It felts like adding insult to injury, as if being transformed into this glistening vision wasn’t enough, but he knew he had little choice left. “Ye…Yes Madam”
  “Good. Now take the hem of your dress between your thumb and forefinger…..”. Timidly Andy obeyed, “…..That’s it. No turn your fingers out that’s it. Always remember to show your mistress your pretty fingernails dear. Good now as you raise it up slip tour left foot behind your right and bend at the knees. Ok?”.
   Andy paused, he could feel his heart pounding and was sure it could be seen stretching the latex dress in and out with each beat. He took a breath.
 Then as instructed he  began to attempt a suitably dainty curtsy. He took up the hem of the heavenly rubber dress to reveal his elegant stocking tops, then performed a sweet, delicate and very deep curtsy. Unfortunately the high heels quickly got the better of him and he very nearly lost his balance, only to be saved by the soft hands of his tormentor.
  “Try again Andy, but not so far”. Lady Jane said, quickly helping him to find a suitable centre of gravity and after three or four attempts he was performing exquisitely precise and delightfully girlish curtsies,
 "Oh Well  done darling. You really are so very graceful and so very feminine”. Jane stroked his flushed cheek, her eyes holding his in their emerald green embrace. “Infact you are so feminine I think you need a feminine name……..

                                                                      **************
 
  “Amanda!”. Andys eyes snapped open and instantly screwed up against the bright morning light.
    “There you go again, Amanda Amanda, every night it’s Amanda. No wonder kelly dumped you”.
 The young mans recognisable voice rattled around Andys sleep filled head, denying any hope of further sleep.
    “What the hell do you want Tomo”, Andy mumbled. His head still full of sleep. “Go away”.
     “That’s nice, your best mate gives you a gentle morning call and you jump down his throat”.
      “Jabbing a guys ribs with a cricket bat is not gentle”.
      “Come on who is she?”, this was the second figure Andys bleary eyes could make out. “Who? once and for all, is Amanda?”.
     “What?”, the sleepy young man replied
     “Amanda, every night for the past 3 weeks it’s Amanda, you can be heard half way across the dorm. So come on”.
     For a moment Andy froze, his head clearing at the name. He shook his head, “No one. Just someone I met”.
    “Oh come on Andy, you dream about her every night”.
    “Rob…..she isn’t important. Leave it”.
     “Kelly dumped you over her so she must be….”.
   Andy rose sharply from his prone position. “Kelly never dumped me…….she….she just moved to a different collage”.
     “Without a goodbye”, The blonde young man added.
    “Yes Rob, without a goodbye. Now leave it”.
    There was a tone to Andys voice which made it clear to his friends that their playtime was over. “No worries. Anyway, you now have approximately 45 minutes to assembly”.
 Now Andy really snapped awake. “Oh crap!”.
   “Thought that would get you up”.

  It had taken a few weeks back in the atmosphere of the collage and surrounded by his friends for Andy to begin to relax and allow the memories of his strange weekend to fade and it had been both with a feeling of sadness at losing her and relief at not having to explain what had happened, that he had heard the news that Kelly would not be returning that term.
  And so lessons came and went, exams were sat, pranks were played , however  at the back of his mind Andy could not help but think of Lady Jane, the feeling still inducing a sensation of both fear, shame and embarrassment. Yet below those feeling there was something else, something odd. It was an excitement at her memory, at the thought of her kindness towards him when they had first met and to be perfectly honest of her beauty. After all what 17 year old would not want to carry the image of such leather clad legs in their minds. Yes, in an odd way he missed her.

  But all memories fade and after 3 months of term, it came as a shock to receive a letter, Instantly Andy recognised the handwritting…..Lady Jane.
  With trembling hands Andy turned the letter in his hands, gazing at it as if it were both plaque and cure. He thought about throwing it away, thought about it, but at no time really did he truly contemplate it.
 Yet despite the realisation it would re-ignite the now half forgotten memories he had of that weekend, he knew he would open it and open it he did.
   Inside, along with the letter, was a photograph. Instantly he could feel the colour rushing to his cheeks and could not help but take a nervous look round to see if anyone was near.
  The photo was of a young woman, tall and slim wearing a pair of impossibly tight and shiny black leather pants, teamed with a pale pink T shirt and dagger like high heels. Her beautiful young face was richly but skilfully made up with pinks and blues to compliment her short but femininely enstyled copper red hair.
 Yet behind the seemingly sweet and excited smile and natural pose, Andy knew there hid shame and embarrassment, for even now just looking at them he could feel those tight tight pants, gripping his thighs and buttocks as, with deliberate care, Jane eased them on to him.
  With the idea that Lady Jane was now with him at his collage retreat, Andy, more nervous now than ever, turned his eyes to the letter and after the first few paragraphs of hellos and hope you are wells his eyes fall in shock at the closing lines.  
          ‘I can’t wait to see you again, I hear summer term ends in one week and that you are on holiday for 2 whole months, imagine what fun we will have in 2 months. I will collect you from the collage on the Saturday lunchtime.
                                            Your loving A?

  “You lucky fuck!”. Suddenly Andy realises he has been sitting in stunned silence and 2 of his friends had not only read the letter over his shoulder but were passing the photo around,
 “She is fucking awesome man”, Andy reached to snatch it back but it is out of reach .
  “A? Oh Amanda….. Amanda? yeh right”.
 “bet your glad Kelly dumped you, now”
 “Piss off”, Andy snapped, “, give it back”.
 “Oh no, you know the rules, all babe grade girlfriends go on the sharing board”.
  Andy stood now, the idea that his photo would be pinned to the dorm notice board was to wild to contemplate. “Its not like that, we…..”
  “Don’t give me just friends, oh no, Andy. We all thought Kelly was hot but she..” The young man waved the photo in the air in jubilation, “……is something else”.
  And with that both of his friends turned and made a break for the door.
  For moment Andy thought of chasing, but his eyes drifted back to the letter, to the last lines.
  2 Months. He felt that familiar knot tighten in hIs stomach…. Two whole months…..

To be continued…..

Tuesday 20 September 2011

Update and some captions



Hi Everyone,
Sorry i have been away for a bit, but i was taken by surprise to Paris for the weekend, so before i go any further i must say, thank you to P for taking Gi and I it really was a very special few days.
XXX.

Anyway on we go. Just to let you know the next part of The Aunt and Andy story is ready to go. I have one last tweak of an image and i will hopefully post it tomorrow. It will however be the last part for a month  as i really need to get some of my older images cleaned up and posted. I also fancy doing a few new captioned pieces as well, But then again knowing me i will get the writing bug again and return to the story a little quicker.
So i hope you will bare with me and that you enjoy the bits and bobs i post in the meantime.

Kisses 
XXXX
Andy.
This is one of my very favourites. I don't know why i chose Tokyo though?

This is rather fun because Gi has an outfit very much like this.


This was fun to do. It gives me space to write a little story
You may need to click it to view it propery though.

Snake girl.



Hi Everyone, 
I saw this whilst surfing the local press back home.


I am vey much against any form of abuse, but all for Miss Brook.

XXX
Andy.



Tuesday 13 September 2011

A few captions. With thanks.

Hi Everyone,
  With thanks because it is so nice of you to send your comments. I hope you enjoy these.



XXX
Andy


Some light reading

Hi everyone.
  Just had word from Asudem At dollsream, that Gromet at Grometsplaza (Keeping up so far are we....good) has posted the full story relating to the last piece of cover art i created
 I have put the link below and suggest all go and give it a read, because it rally is very very good indeed.

http://www.dollstories.net/storiesad/clinic.html

And while i am at it may i direct you to another son there written by my sweet friend, know to you as S. It is a rather lovely tail of latex and ponygirls.

Also (crickey this is turning into Oprah's book club) might i recommend this
Which is a super story with a wonderful ending

Anyway i do hope you enjoy them.
XXX
Andy



Friday 9 September 2011

in defence of Carol

Hi everyone,
 Been feeling a little flat today, so9i have decided to post a few pic of my favourite woman Carol Vorderman. Now i do this not just because i like her but because i feel i must spring to her defence.
  You see over the last few weeks the online newspapers from back home have been criticising her dress sense, by claiming this....


Is too young for a woman of her age.Oh come on, she is only 50, 50! and with a figure to die for. I know i am bias but she looks gorgeous.
 Now in one article, which i know was done in a light hearted way a stylist, got her to try on a few new outfits, to see she could still look wonderful even by dressing "her age".
  
     




  This is what they came up with.
I mean please, what are you talking about
Yes the cut is flattering to her curves, but
OMG what is it with the wild patterns all
they do is break up her silhouette, Its like
wearing combat camouflage.
  Sorry, no no no.

And this is really hideous

So Carol, please ,please stay as you are, you are gorgeous, but if you must dress your age Carol may i make a suggestion, no more a plea. please make that age about 40, Because those leather pants sure made an impression on me. 



Perhaps if i may, trying not to sound to much like begging (but then if begging will work), please please please how about one last draw dropping outing for this classic.



So Carol please don't change, stay as you are and show all of them a clean pair of heels.


Thanks for reading, 
XXX
Andy











Thursday 8 September 2011

Erotic Latex


Hi everyone,
 Well as this new uploader seems to be working i thought i would share this clip of the beautiful Ancilla Tillia.
This clip i think is really wonderful, because it is not a hard piece, but rather an example of pure erotic imagery.
 I maybe talking poncey rubbish but let me know if you agree. Sometimes less is more..


Hope you liked it. I love that deep liquid shine on that wonderful tight red skirt.
XXX
Andy

Al wrapped up


Hi everyone,
I hope my uploading problems are now solved. Those nice blogger people suggested i try Google Chrome. So i downloaded and it is really good.
Just hope my internet connection holds out.

  Any way, you may have noticed i have a liking for a little light bondage, I could happily be sealed in a vacbed for hours. I also have a thing for mummification. I know it is a popular fetish, the sensation of being so tottaly enclosed and helpless is really wonderful. So to test this new uploader i am offering you this little trailer by the mighty House of Gord.
 Hope you like it.



XXX
Andy



Wednesday 7 September 2011

Blogger problems

Hi everyone,
  Sorry i have not put much up this week, but for some reason the bloggersplaying up. It just kees spinning round and not getting to the browsing button. I will have another go now and see what happens.
   I have just got back from a very nice lunch with GI and P and they tell e the party which was cancelled the other week is now on for this weekend. However and i think ths is why i was taken for such a lovely meal, i will once mre be attending as Maid. You recall before i was invited as a guest, but there appears to be too few maids this time and i have be re-comisioned, But hey thats OK i like being Maid and it is great fun to be on show.
  Also i have just finished editting parts 3 and maybe 4 of the Aunty and Andy story. Once i have the cover art done i will post it for you.
   Now lets see if this posts.
XXX
Andy

Captioned pics. That sissy looks very familiar.


Hi everyone.
I have had quite a few kind messages regarding my captioned tales of Latex Andy, so as thanks here are  a few more. Hope you enjoy.








Thanks for visiting
XXX
Andy