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  I am going to take this brief opportunity to have a little catch-up.

Mostly because I want to share with you then final part of Mistress Leather Beth's superb story, plus mark a very special anniversary.

    First up, direct  https://www.instagram.com/houseofiris.official/   a new clip has been released by Lady Janes arch Nemesis.

   

    Next, breakfast tv viewers in the UK were given a treat when gorgeous Good Morning Britain weather presenter Laura Tobin rocked out top to toe in leather at the Bon Jovi event in London.

Not sure about the footwear though

And now for that special anniversary. can it be possible, but it is 26 years since my mind was blown by the sight of my favourite band Steps in Latex. My fascination for the shiny side of life was just growing and then before me was my favourite band in these amazing latex uniform. Claire has always been my favourite, but Lisa looked really really cute.

  Steps have been the soundtrack to some amazing times and the girls were never shy of Leather or vinyl, but never again have they worn Latex.

  Here's the official dance break music video for the song. Look how cute Lisa looks, shaking the sweat from the sleeves of her jacket and how sweetly nervous Claire, far right, looks. If you can, watch it in 4K for all that Latex shine.

   

Now the main evernt, the final part (for now) of Mistress LeatherBeth's superb story.

As I have said before, there will be art for this at a later date once I have completed the backlog of Andy and Aunt Jane art I have on my board (Plus a big chunk of real life work too).

  Sit back and enjoy and Thank you so much Mistress Leather Beth for allowing me to share this on our blog. I am immensely honoured and grateful

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Andy

The Story So Far:-

This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse. We began with Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.

The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.

The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper.

Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’s just come out as gay, and has been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ has piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly, is the daughter of Madam Cropper, who is a principal of The Sisterhood (and therefore no friend of Jane or Andy). Kelly has been brought up within The Sisterhood, and her ambition is to qualify as a Mistress by finding her own boy to feminise. In the meantime, Kelly has been mentoring Leanne, and has also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies. In addition to Chris’ mother, Charlie, there’s Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he has also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, while Chris, involved in some business deal, moved away. Amongst the others is Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper. Steph has inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she will be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who have accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.

MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY

By

Mistress Leather Beth

Chapter 5

I’d like to say that Kerry’s plan worked like clockwork, with the RCF and their auxiliaries taking Bianca by surprise in a perfectly executed pincer movement. I really would like to say that. Unfortunately, I’d be lying.

You see, the RCF, whilst being stunningly attractive and hot in the extreme, were not trained, and certainly not dressed, to deal with someone with Bianca’s experience and skills.

Some twenty minutes later, the X7 drove up the drive and turned left, southwards along Elbow Lane. A couple of minutes later, the two litre Miata, Kerry, turned north. Then another Miata, Kelly, went south and then west, and finally the Nissan, Kat, Chloe and JoJo, north then west.

Bianca smiled mirthlessly and thought to herself, ‘nice try, girls, but you’re fooling no one. You really think I’m stupid enough to go up to the house?’ She relocated the Sandero a little closer to Elbow Lane, quickly dismantled the tent and stowed it in the boot, and then settled back to deal with what she laughingly thought of as ‘the cunning plan.’

You see, while Kerry’s plan was based on a couple of rough sketch maps, Bianca had had both a full set of local OS maps, and several days to scout the local area for miles around and apply her Army training to the situation, noting the lanes and paths, but also the hedges, fences, ditches; everything down to the last strand of barbed wire.

Some twelve minutes later a sweep with the powerful SAS binoculars showed a lane a half mile away, with a Miata and the X7, having arrived from opposite directions, now arguing as to who should reverse to let the other through.

A short time after that, Bianca got her first indication of a precise location as Kat’s voice, never subtle, carried from a nearby field through the still air, calling some other member of her party a ‘*****’’, a ‘!!!!!!!!!!!’ and a ‘<><><><><>’. The Miata appeared to have been abandoned, as did the X7, although in truth Chris and Anton were both aboard, with a reluctant Jane.

A matter of a few minutes observation confirmed to Bianca that everything was going according to plan. Whilst the RCF and co knew where Bianca’s camp was, getting their acts together and into positions surrounding her just wasn’t happening. Far from it. It was Bianca who took the Sandero through the trees and around.

Say what you will, but Bianca’s manoeuvring over the next few minutes was a lesson in planning and tactical driving and, quite against their wills, the RCF and their auxiliaries found themselves gradually retreating in the direction of the camp; a hedge here, a ditch there, everything seemed to impede or redirect their progress.

Then Bianca suddenly saw an opportunity. Lieutenant Colonel Watson was temporarily un-accompanied and immobile. Ceremonial spurs aren’t really intended to be worn in undergrowth, and Andy’s had got tangled in some ivy. The regulation issue RCF dagger was more a thing of beauty than function. Consequently it was taking time to free himself. The Dacia screeched to a halt a matter of feet away and Bianca made a lunge. With Andy in custody, Bianca would have power over Jane.

“Andy!” screamed Jane, who had seen Andy’s predicament. Chris and Anton were unfamiliar with Jane’s deviousness. When she had requested that the window be wound down, she had claimed it was for fresh air. But at this moment she dived through the window, performed a forward roll and was away across the field with no other thought in her head than to rescue Andy.

We are all admirers of Jane, of her style and her sophistication. But her athleticism has never been mentioned before. But the speed she made through the rough grass in Freddys and LouBous was a sight to behold. For about ten seconds, anyway. At which point she went full length, allowing Chris and Anton to catch up with her. Realising that dragging her, struggling, back to the X7 was out of the question, they got her to agree to secreting themselves behind a large bush, with the promise that, if the RCF required assistance, they could all join in.

Leanne had been disappointed with her lack of involvement in the excitement so far. She’d spotted the occasional shape through the trees, and had realised that the lie of the land, combined with the to-ing and fro-ing of the Sandero on the outskirts, was resulting in a general drift towards Bianca’s camp, but she couldn’t quite think what to do. Oh, what was that? Not silence, but a lack of engine noise. Instinctively, Leanne dropped.

At the sight of Bianca, Andy made a last heave and tore himself free of the ivy, doing his best to evade Bianca’s lunge. It was at this point that Leanne saw her opportunity. She rolled into Bianca from behind, ensuring that Bianca’s knee was painfully twisted.

Andy, Kerry and JoJo were the others nearest to the villain, and Kerry almost strutted across to reach her first, using a toe to roll Bianca over, with the idea of, perhaps, applying the sole of her boot to Bianca’s neck in an act of triumph. Sadly, the RCF hadn’t learned from Bianca’s previous actions. She lunged, and grabbed Kerry’s toe and 12cm heel, and gave them a twist, causing the Security Officer to crumple to the ground as Bianca had. She then leapt up and grabbed Andy once more, pinioning the Lieutenant-Colonel’s arms. They then made their way, limping, towards the Sandero.

However, progress came to a sudden halt. JoJo had also studied Polly Evans’ YouTube channel. Using skills picked up there, JoJo produced a lasso from around her waist. A couple of spins, a throw, and Bianca and Andy were roped together. Yet still Bianca wasn’t beaten. In the split second after the loop had dropped over their heads but before it was fully tightened, she has opened her elbows; only slightly, but enough for her to be able wriggle loose, still in control of Andy.

With Kerry still on the ground with a twisted ankle, Bianca made her way into the trees to the Dacia. A few seconds to truss Andy with JoJo’s lasso, and he was thrown onto the back seat. The engine started and Bianca was picking up speed.

Then suddenly, just as it appeared that Bianca was going to escape, there was a roar as a Royal Enfield Super Meteor 650 appeared from the trees a hundred metres away on the left, and charged head on straight at the Sandero. A screech of brakes, a wild swerve, and the Dacia wrapped itself round a large oak tree.

The motorcycle rider came to a halt as some of the others ran up, wondering as to the identity of the black-leathered rider who was casually removing a helmet, also black, which she handed to the latex maid on the pillion.

“I hope you don’t mind me joining in,” said Tori, loosening the front zip of her leathers a few centimetres, revealing the leather corset underneath as she shook her hair loose. 

“Tori! What’s going on?” shouted Jane, who had stripped off her LouBous in order to get to Andy, carrying one in each hand.

“I’ll explain in due course. Let’s see to Bianca!”

The Sandero’s impact on the tree had been more than hard enough to leave Bianca temporarily concussed, though Andy was uninjured in the back, and it was the work of a few seconds to remove the safety belt and attach Bianca’s wrists and knees to the steering column, using JoJo’s rope. From that position Bianca’s ankles were tightly restrained, allowing her to be released from the steering column and deposited, blindfolded, behind the rear seat of the X7, leaving her to slowly come round.

They finally assembled in the Mayfield Court kitchen, around the large table. There had been quite a few minutes delay as the RCF has squabbled, in friendly fashion, over the facilities for sorting out their makeup. But finally they were ready. Tori had brought in her laptop and Kelly was setting up the video call to her mother.

Meanwhile Bianca, attached to a kitchen chair by not only JoJo’s full supply of rope, but also a set of leather cuffs which Tori had acquired for Jessica, was growling and cursing through a ball gag. As far as she was concerned she couldn’t wait to speak to Madam Cropper. Madam would ensure that not only was she released, but that Jane and Andy would be handed over into her custody, for delivery to Madam.

“There we are,” said Kelly. The laptop screen had sprung to life. However, for several seconds it seemed almost entirely occupied by someone’s left nostril.

“Hello? Hello?” said Madam, who had backed away from her webcam. “Kelly? What’s this all about?”

“We’ve located Bianca, Mother.”

“Oh, have you? Just let me have a word with her.”

Kelly pulled the gag from Bianca’s mouth while rotating the laptop to face the prisoner.

“Madam! At last! Can you tell these…”

“Bianca, dear,” said Madam, almost sweetly, but then followed up with a staccato, steely edged “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You. Stupid. Bitch!”

“Madam, I don’t understand. I…”

“You don’t understand? Then I’ll make it simple for you. You are not my avenging angel, and I don’t want you interfering in my affairs, or those of The Sisterhood. Do you hear? In fact, I want no future dealings with you; you are an embarrassment, in addition to being a pain in the arse.”

Bianca was stunned. “But Madam… Lady Jane…”

“Lady Jane is none of your business. What is she?”

“Madam…,”

“I repeat, what is she?”

“None of my business, Madam,” muttered Bianca.”

“And what is Andy.”

“None of my business?”

“Well done. Now there’s only one thing left for you to do for me.”

“Yes, Madam?” said Bianca, almost hopefully.

“Bianca. Please do me the favour of fucking off.”

Bianca’s reply was so quiet that nobody heard it. She slumped forward, in silence.

As the sun began to sink that evening, Jane joined Tori in the still-warm West Garden to share Mrs Tucker’s lemonade. After an appreciative sip and a few seconds silence, she said, “OK, Tori. I think it’s about time you explained.” Tori tugged at her boots, smoothing the top six inches or so up her thighs and Freddys, took a breath, and began.

“I suppose you could call it an early mid life crisis, would you believe? I love Mayfield Court and the time I spend here. But my business activities, and my functional flat in London, don’t ring my bell. I have an active social life, and lots of ‘friends,’ but no one at all close. I’d been thinking more and more that I almost needed an alternative personality, a secret life.

“That’s when I had the idea of the bike. I had a biker boyfriend when I was a student, so I’d spent hours on a pillion, but I found myself wanting a bike of my own. The speed, the excitement.

“In due course I took delivery, and I spent hours around the House grounds, practising before my test. Then about four weeks ago I lost control coming down the drive, and twisted my knee. Fortunately, Mrs Tucker witnessed my prang, and came to my assistance. She’s had medical training, and was able to patch me up. It was painful, but nothing serious.”

“Wait a minute,” said Jane, “you hurt your knee playing tennis, surely?”

“Erm, no. That’s just what we told Mayfield. I love him dearly, but can you imagine his reaction to a 650cc Royal Enfield Super Meteor? He’d try to forbid!” Tori smiled. “Anyway, in a week or so, two at most, I’ll be 100%. I’ll take my tests and leave the Audi for occasional use.”

“So, bike, new wardrobe, new pet maid. Mayfield is in for a surprise or two,” said Jane.

“Oh, I think I’ll be able to talk him round,” smiled Tori.

Within a couple of hours of her showdown with Madam Cropper all trace of Bianca’s camp had vanished, and Steph had received a message from her severing their relationship. Steph, ever the slut, simply shrugged. Come day; Go day.

It was the end of the following week, and people were making their arrangements to leave. Everyone (Jane most of all?) had been disappointed that Mayfield had been unable to join them, but Bishop Karen had made it quite clear that the new Committee to which Mayfield had been appointed Vice-Chair at Synod needed to be up and running as soon as possible, so no R’n’R for Mayfield.

Now that her bonus had hit the bank and cleared, Kerry was considering what she would do with the remaining few weeks of her leave. Several of those days would involve shopping for a new car, but as yet she hadn’t come up with any specific ideas. Apart from lots (and lots) of sex.

“Jessica, dear.”

“Yes, Madam?”

Tori had to admit that she got quite a thrill from being referred to as ‘Madam’ by her sweet maid. “Jessica, dear, I’ve spoken to your mother.”

“I understand, Madam.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to leave Mayfield Court, and I accepted that you would inform my mother that I would be returning to her or to The Sisterhood. It’s just that I’ve been so happy here…”

“And Mrs Tucker and I have been so happy to have you with us, which is why I’ve spoken to your mother and to Madam Cropper, and we’ve come to an arrangement where you are welcome to remain and become part of the Mayfield Court family. Your mother is delighted with you acquiring for yourself a position as a maid, and Madam Cropper is simply pleased to have been paid.”

Jessica was stunned. “Really, Madam? Really? I don’t know what to say.”

“So, you’re happy with the prospect of assisting Mrs Tucker and the other staff around the house, and of serving me in the bedroom? And we’ll get you the necessary leathers so that you can accompany me on the bike.”

“Of course. It would make me the happiest sissy in the world. There’s just one thing, though.”

“Oh, what’s that?” asked Tori.

“Please promise that you won’t return the crop to the tack room, Madam.”

I wouldn’t dream of it,” said Tori.

As the Nissan turned at the end of the drive, Chloe took out her phone and messaged her mother.

‘I was wondering if you were still in contact with Master Karl and Mistress Debbie.’

‘Yes. Do you want them to train you after all?’

‘Not as such, but a weekend in their dungeon might be fun.’

‘I’ll let them know.’

“Chris!”

“Kelly, what can I do for you?”

“You’ve heard that Jessica is staying here at Mayfield Court?”

“Yes. It sounds like a good idea for all concerned. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted a lift back in her seat. Unless you and Anton have got something planned with Leanne?”

“You’re offering a lift? That would be great.”

“OK, see you in an hour,” she said, giving Chris a kiss on the cheek before walking back inside to pack.

Chris smiled as he watched her go and then strolled off to break the news to Steph that the X7 would be one person lighter for the return journey.

“I wonder if Kelly might have any ideas for me getting back onside with Mum?” he mused to himself. 

“But Will, why so early?” asked Andy.

“You heard your Aunt’s plan. I set off first thing on the scooter, which gives me sufficient time to rendezvous with you after you’ve collected Matilda.”

“I suppose so. OK,” said Andy, before leaping up and wrapping his legs around Will’s waist and attempting to devour his tonsils.

Some couple of hours later, Jane was handing Bruno over to Milo. A pair of mechanics then pushed Matilda outside, and Andy gasped.

“Auntie, she’s beautiful,” said Andy.

“She certainly is,” said Jane. “OK, back to Nats’, we’ll meet Will there.”

“OK,” said Andy, before shouting “’Bye, Bruno!”

“Stupid two legs! My name is Emily.” growled the Bentley.

“And mine is Angus,” muttered ‘Matilda’.

To Be Continued.....we all hope

New Art. A Loving Aunt

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Thus is a detailed

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   Welcome to Monday and as ever at the moment an apology for not catching up on messages and comments, I shall do so I promise, but it's all a bit "real life" at the moment.

  However real life can be put aside for a while as we fall into the loving embrace of our favourite Aunt.

 Where better to find comfort than in that warm perfumed embrace and that is exactly the priceless pleasure our dear Andy has before him.

 This piece was previewed over on Patreon and you gave such sweet and thoughtful comments, which is why I love our place here and will always find peace here and peace is what Andy will find too.

Luck boy.

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it would seem 

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be going on in the 

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  Welcome to Friday and the delights of 3 new pieces of art from our dear friend Christeen,

3 absolute classics here today as we slowly get back to normal.

  Thank you so much Christeen, for your supprt and generosity with your lovely art.

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

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    Hope everyone is ok.

   Today I just want to post the next part of Mistress LeatherBeth's wonderful little story. There will, I hope, be some fun art attached to this story in the future, but right now I can't create it. However that just allows  us to return to Mistress LeatherBeth's world in the future which is a delightful idea.

  Before that though a blog legend brightened my day on Saturday with an appearance in the British Press. Yes Amanda Holden in Latex, is just the tonic needed and she looks amazing. There are very few images from this photo set and the second was taken straight from the magazine in question on my own phone.

  Should also add, Alisha
looks well hot too and 

any time she would like 

to slide back into Latex 

she would be made more 

than welcome.

But today, let the gorgeous

Amanda Holden take

centre stage in this classic

Atsuko Kudo red Latex 

gown. Fingers crossed 

for more sightings

in the coming weeks

and now the star of the show, Mistress Leather Beths, super talents lead us into the fourth  Chapter of her story 

Mother and Daughter - House Party

The Story So Far:-

This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse. We began with Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.

The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.

The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper.

Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’s just come out as gay, and has been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ has piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly, is the daughter of Madam Cropper, who is a principal of The Sisterhood (and therefore no friend of Jane or Andy). Kelly has been brought up within The Sisterhood, and her ambition is to qualify as a Mistress by finding her own boy to feminise. In the meantime, Kelly has been mentoring Leanne, and has also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies. In addition to Chris’ mother, Charlie, there’s Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he has also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, while Chris, involved in some business deal, moved away. Amongst the others is Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper. Steph has inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she will be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who have accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.

MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY

By Mistress LeatherBeth

Chapter 4

Kelly had gone off for a walk in the woods after lunch, to mull over a few things. As she emerged on her way back to the house, she’d seen Chris change direction towards her. He seemed to want to speak to her.

“Hi, Chris. You want me?”

“I’ve been trying to get a word with you on your own ever since we arrived.”

“I’ve had a few things on my mind. What about?”

“About The Sisterhood.”

“The Sis…?”

“Yes. When we were together, were you planning to feminise me?”

“What!? You?” Kelly giggled. “Have you looked in a mirror recently? I mean, you’re a great guy, but femme you’re never going to be. There are rhinos with better complexions, and no amount of moisturiser and foundation is going to change that. There are sharks with better teeth. And look at the size of your ears. OK, that was over the top,” she said, “you’re certainly not the ugliest guy in the world, but it’s a good job you don’t want to be feminised, because you’d be in for a hard slog if you did.”

“So The Sisterhood, and feminisation, had nothing to do with you dumping me?”

Kelly took a deep breath. “Look, I’ll be honest, it wasn’t you, it was me, the way I’ve been brought up to expect to become a Sisterhood Mistress. But it just wasn’t working. I was no nearer to becoming a Mistress, and I’ve come to believe that my heart just isn’t in it. If guys want to be femme then good for them. But it’s their choice, not mine. So anyway, I just felt like I needed a complete break. By the way, I need to apologise to you. I told a few people that we split because you did nothing for me. But that’s not true. We had good times.”

“But not good enough for me to get a second chance?” asked Chris.

“Never say never,” replied Kelly.

 “Madam? Could I have a word?” asked Mrs Tucker.

“Of course,” said Tori. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s Jessica, Madam.”

“There’s some problem?”

“Far from it. I’ve never met someone so naturally domesticated and happily submissive.”

“Yes,” said Tori. “Such a sweet girl. I shall miss her when everyone returns home.”

“That’s the point I wanted to raise. Does Jessica need to leave us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, apparently it’s a simple financial dispute. I asked her how much was involved, and it’s really quite trivial.”

When Tori heard the figure, she was astonished. “Really? As little as that?”

“Yes, Madam, but both parties are very stubborn. I was wondering if we could come to some arrangement. Jessica would be such a boon around the house.”

“She would, indeed. Well, I suppose I could speak to Kelly. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mrs Tucker.”

“Chlo, calm down. Tell me what’s happened. What danger?” asked Kat.

“It’s… O fuck, how do I explain?”

“From the top.”

“OK.” Chloe took a deep breath. “This afternoon I went for a drive.”

“You mean you went for a perv,” grinned Kat.

“Well, yeah,” admitted Chloe.

“And you met someone, or rather, someone found you?”

“I was already a fair way gone when I heard someone get out of a car…” She continued by describing, briefly, the experience.

“Then, as she was finishing me off, she said something.”

“She?” asked Kat. “You didn’t say anything about a she.”

“Her words, as far as I can remember, were ‘I’d say, “maybe we’ll meet again when I come to whisk Jane and Andy off to meet Madam Cropper’s retribution,” but I’ll be away with them long before any of you know that anything has happened.’”

“That sounds weird. Hang on. Did you say Madame Cropper? Isn’t Kelly called Cropper?”

“I think so. And only Steph and Leanne actually seem to know her and her brother. And what do we really know about Steph and Leanne, and Chris?” said Chloe.

“There’s Jessica as well.”

“Nah, I don’t think Jessica has a devious bone in her pretty body. She seems just happy to be a femboy latex maid. She spends most of her time with Mrs Tucker.”

“True,” said Kat. “Tell you what. We need to find Jane. In fact, we really ought to round everyone up and keep them together. Safety in numbers. First place to look is Andy and Will’s room. They were having some sort of meeting, and JoJo should be there.” With that they began by rushing off to check the rooms on their corridor.

Five of the prettiest femboys you’re likely to see in one place had assembled in Andy and Will’s room, trying on new clothes. Jane had decided that it might be a good idea if the scenario were explained to them.

“As you’ll have heard mentioned, the idea is for a Fancy Dress Party this weekend, and I took it upon myself to bring a few costumes specifically for you five, but I’d like to check you for fit….” At that moment her phone rang, and she said “I need to answer this. Will, can you do the honours?,” closing the door behind her on her way out.

Will arranged the others in a line, and then, as though he had a large audience, he said,

“Let me introduce you to our squad from the newly renamed Royal Corps of Femboys.

“Our junior member is Cadet Leanne Turner, displaying to perfection the regulation Barbie Pink latex bikini uniform, including a 3 cm plug, with calf high, 9 cm boots and a small cute matching forage cap perched over her left eye.

“Next to Leanne we have Ensign Jessica Fortescue-Maltravers (the 8th Earl of Harrogate), in a Baby Blue two piece; showing less midriff than Cadet Turner, but with the benefit of a 3.5 cm plug and matching knee high boots, 10 cm. A sweet little pillbox hat completes the ensemble. If I may just mention, Ensign Fortescue-Maltravers’ great-great-uncle, Lady Daphne, was one of the unsung heroes of Bletchley Park.

“In the middle we have our Science Officer. From the green of her latex one piece, you will have deduced that Lieutenant JoJo Rashleigh is a botanist, tasked with protecting the party from any of the Space fauna which have been terrorising recent operations. The Lieutenant is equipped with a 4.5 cm plug, 11cm white OTK boots and beret bearing the Regimental badge (a Bird of Paradise rampant).

“Then we have Captain Kerry Haskins. As our Security Officer, she is the only leather-clad member of our party, wearing a beautiful, combined body and hotpant combination in quality black calfskin, combined with standard Dominatrix wear of 12 cm thigh boots and peaked cap. Her plug is 5 cm.

“Finally, I’m proud to introduce our Commanding Officer, the newly promoted Lieutenant Colonel Andy Watson. The Ministry of Defence have decided, in a nod to history, to reintroduce the shako as ceremonial headgear for officers of such seniority, and I’m sure that you will agree that it is the perfect accompaniment to Lieut-Colonel Watson’s bright red latex catsuit and 14cm crotch high boots, incorporating the spurs appropriate to a Staff Officer. Earlier I had the pleasure of spending over an hour helping to polish every last centimetre of this uniform, including assisting with the 6cm plug. Well, someone has to do it.”

At that moment Kat and Chloe burst in, with Kat shouting, “Listen, everybody. We have a problem. Andy, where’s Jane? We have reason to think that you two are in danger.”

“Aunt Jane? She popped out a few minutes ago to take a call,” said Andy. “What do you mean, danger?”

Kat and Chloe glanced at each other. “Kat, can you do the explanation,” said Chloe.

“Embarrassed?” asked Kat. Chloe started at the carpet. Kat looked around the room. “OK, we seem to be missing Kelly, Tori, Anton and Chris, as well as Jane. Search party required.”

Chloe, seemingly anxious to be elsewhere, made for the door. “I’ll go.”

“As Security Officer, I think I should come along with you,” said Kerry, following her out of the room.

Next door was Jane’s room. A quick tap on the door and they walked in, to find Jane and Tori deep in conversation. Jane seemed to have spread every smooth, slick and shiny item of clothing which she’d brought with her on the bed, and Tori was feeling and stroking them, sniffing and holding them against her cheek.

“And I’d imagine that Jessica would be more than appreciative,” Jane was saying, to which Tori nodded.

“Kerry? Chloe? You want something?”

“We’re all assembling in Andy and Will’s room. A situation has come up.”

“’Situation’?”

“Yes, there’s reason to believe that you and Andy are in danger. As soon as we get everyone together, we’ll hopefully be able to sort everything out.”

“I think their new uniforms have had an effect on them. It sounds as though someone is hallucinating” she said to Tori. “Still, the sooner we get together to discuss this, the sooner we’ll be able to get back to enjoying ourselves.”

“We still need to find Kelly, Steph, Anton and Chris. Then we’ll return to Will and Andy’s. We’ll meet you there.”

Tori and Jane turned right on leaving the room, and entered Andy and Will’s, whilst Kerry and Chloe turned the opposite way, down the corridor.

They stopped in front of the next door, but paused. The room was obviously occupied, and the occupants were making a recognisable noise.

Kerry turned the knob and entered, and saw what she’d expected to see. Steph was naked, knelt on the bed, and Anton was giving her a good seeing to from behind.

Anton looked over his shoulder. “Hey, c’mon guys. This isn’t a spectator performance,” he smiled.

“Sorry to interrupt,” said Chloe, “but we have an emergency. Everyone is needed in Andy’s room.”

“Emergency? What the fuck?” asked Steph, rolling away from Anton and slipping into a short black satin robe.

“Explanations when we’re all together, though Kat can give you the basics. But it’s serious. Andy and Jane may be in danger, and we’re still missing Kelly and Chris.”

“I think I saw them chatting in the east garden just before we came up here,” said Anton.

“OK, we’ll try there first.”

Finally, everyone was assembled in Andy and Will’s room.

“What the hell (other expletives are available) is going on?” asked several people all at once.

“Chloe, would you like to tell everyone your story?” grinned Kat.

You bitch, Kat. You know I wouldn’t, but I suppose I must.”

“OK,” said Kat, “just teasing. This afternoon, Chlo went out for a drive and made an interesting acquaintance. I won’t go into details, but the meeting ended with the new acquaintance talking about abducting Jane and Andy, and delivering them to a ‘Madam Cropper.’ Kelly; Anton; would you like to tell us about Madam Cropper?”

The reference to abduction had resulted in a hub-bub of small conversations and exclamations, but everyone quickly turned their attention to the siblings.

But it was Jane who spoke. “Madam Cropper is the name used by Kelly and Anton’s mother. She is a principal of The Sisterhood, an organisation dedicated to encouraging male feminisation. I’ve had dealings with her, and we know that Andy and I are on her naughty step. But I wouldn’t think she’d take her displeasure to the point of arranging an abduction. Chloe, can you tell us more about your new friend?”

“Erm… well, I was blindfolded, so all I can say for certain is that she had a husky voice and large hands,” replied Chloe.

Kelly and Anton looked at each other and seemed to mouth the same word.

“Care to share, Kelly?” asked Kat.

“Well, the first name that sprang to my mind was Bianca. What do you reckon, Anton?”

“Sounds like a good suggestion to me.”

“And she is?” asked Will.

“A Sisterhood graduate, transitioned, and unaccountably devoted to our mother,” said Kelly.

“Only,” Anton added, “I can’t see how she could know that Jane and Andy were here.”

Steph had gone wide eyed. “O fuck. I’m so sorry, but I think that might be my fault. It sounds like a friend of mine.”

A grinning Leanne whispered to JoJo, “by friend, she means fuckbuddy.” JoJo chuckled.

Steph continued, “I happened to mention to her that we wouldn’t be able to meet up for a couple of weeks because Leanne and I were visiting Jane.”

“So she could just have followed you? That’s as good an explanation as any. Don’t feel bad, though, Steph. You couldn’t have known.”

“But if she followed us, where has she been for the last few days?”

“I should have mentioned,” said Kelly. “Before her transition she was Special Forces, you know, SAS. I would imagine that her survival skills are pretty highly developed. And, after all, this is the Home Counties, not the Congo rain forest. Somewhere, no great distance from here, she’ll have set up a little camp; somewhere hidden from us but from where she can keep an eye on the House and our comings and goings.”

“Shit,” said Chloe, “I think I know where she is. I think I must have seen her.”

“Chloe, what are you talking about?” asked Will.

“As I was driving back here earlier this afternoon, I was taking it slowly because I was still, you know, erm… my concentration was a little less than a hundred per cent. Just before I took the turn down the drive I happened to drift a little to the left, and it’s just come back to me what I saw as I got the Nissan straightened up.”

“Go on,” said Will.

“A small tent, well camouflaged, in the undergrowth. She must have set herself up to see straight down the drive.”

“O dear,” said Tori, “I really don’t understand any of this, but if Jane and Andy, or anyone, have been placed in any danger by being here, I can only apologise.”

“Tori, dear,” said Jane, “you have absolutely nothing to apologise for. Nor has Steph. As for understanding, think of it this way. A rogue agent of a business competitor has taken it upon herself to earn some Brownie points from her ex-boss by delivering Andy and myself so that the disagreement, or vendetta, can be settled. Kelly, would you agree that’s a fair assessment?”

The question took Kelly by surprise. She’d been worrying that she and Anton might find themselves as hostages, and had been wondering how highly their mother valued them. Anton, however, had no such worries.

“Jane, I think I can say pretty certainly that mother’s anger is an almost entirely theatrical exercise. Having a strop is one of her favourite pastimes. And when she has one, her stubbornness keeps it well fuelled. Yet nothing ever really seems to come of them. If we can pull the plug on this Bianca thing then mother will find something else to raise her blood pressure soon enough. Agreed, Kel?”

“Well, if you put it that way,” said Kelly, “I suppose you’re right. Yeah, though she always found it more difficult to intimidate you, Anton.”

“Right!” said Kerry, who seemed to have decided that the post of Security Officer wasn’t restricted to the Fancy Dress (and the leather, thighboots and peaked cap helped), “as I see it, we just need to track down this Bianca, and surround and restrain her. Then, if Anton’s assessment is accurate, his mother’s influence should be sufficient to neutralise her. That being the case, I suggest that we of the RCF take charge of the search, with everyone else assisting us as they can.

“Firstly, Chloe, can you do us a sketch map of where you think she’s concealed? Tori, do you have a map of the House grounds, so that we can plan our lines of approach? Good. Now, who has the quietest car? The X7, I should imagine, with the Nissan at the other end of the scale, sorry, Kat.”

“No need to apologise. It gets us around, that’s all that matters. But why does noise matter?”

“If we’re going to surround her and cut off any escape, we need stealth. You see, Bianca can only deal with one or two lines of approach at any one time. OK, let’s get ready. I’ll pop downstairs and nip to the top of the drive, to ensure that Chloe’s observation was right.”

“Wait,” said Andy. He’d been silent these last few minutes, and his voice startled some people. “There’s one thing I don’t understand. Why would this Bianca give such a blatant warning to Chloe?”

It was Kelly who replied. “Arrogance. As simple as that. A major in the SAS develops a high level of self-confidence, and the arrogance that goes with it. She can’t imagine not being successful.”

“Makes sense, I suppose,” said Kat. “Right. Let’s get ourselves organised.”

“Before you start,” said Kelly, “I’ll get in touch with my mother and see if she can contact Bianca. I’m sure she’d be able to talk her down.”

Tap; tap; pause. “Mother? No, mother, I’m not interested in that. No, mother, I need you to listen. Are you still in contact with Bianca? That’s right, Tierney. No, just answer! (pause) I see. Yes, I understand. (pause) The thing is, it looks as though she’s set herself the mission of pleasing you by kidnapping Andy and Lady Jane. (pause) Yes, mother, I agree. She’s a stupid bitch, for sure. (pause) OK, I’ll let you know what progress we make. ‘Bye.

“No luck, I’m afraid. My mother was so tired of Bianca ringing up to fawn on her that she deleted her contact details, and blocked her. But she did make it clear that, while Jane is unlikely to feature on her Christmas card list any time soon, she’s appalled at Bianca’s threats.”

“Thanks, Kelly,” said Kerry, who had made it to the top of the drive and back in the time it had taken Margaret Cropper to have her say, “well, at least we only have Bianca to deal with. There’s a grey Dacia hidden at the rear of the trees. I didn’t catch sight of Bianca, but we can assume that she’s up there somewhere, keeping us under observation. Now, here’s my plan. We need a decoy to use the main entrance to leave. This may make Bianca think that Jane and Andy are alone or have little protection. She may infiltrate Mayfield Court but, one way or another, we’ll grab her. A quick video call to Kelly’s mother, to put her in her place, and we should be sorted.

“I propose that the X7 is the decoy vehicle. Steph drives, with Kat in the front passenger seat, and Chris, Anton and Leanne across the centre. That leaves the back row for Will. Sorry, but the scooter isn’t ideal for a possible high speed chase. And, unknown to Bianca, Andy and Jane will be out of sight at floor level, only until we’re away, south from Bianca’s hideout. A few minutes later, Chloe, JoJo and the rest of us take alternative routes in the Nissan and Miatas.”

“At last,” said Jane, a little sardonically, “someone has remembered that Andy and I are here. And you really want us grubbing around on the floor? Of a BMW? Very well, let’s get this sorted.” Andy giggled at his dear aunt’s reaction.

Kerry smiled, and gave Jane an extravagant bow. She then examined the map of the House grounds, and said, “I’ll take my car here through the woods, coming out by Chaucer’s Bottom, then circle round.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Kelly.

 Meanwhile, Kelly loops round over the stream, reappearing on the opposite side of the Elbow Lane. But before we go anywhere, the RCF needs to deplug. We can hardly risk scrambling around the great outdoors while anally compromised.

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   So very sorry for being away and thank you for your patience. it might be a little while before I am back to the regular routine and I have so many lovely messages to catch up with, all of which I promise to do ASAP , I love all of your messages and look forward to reading a replying.

 So here we are, it's Monday and that must mean I need to share a completed piece of my own art, something previewed on Patreon awhile ago now, but it is one of my recent favourites, featuring Andy looking especially cute  and that mysterious Madam Dark.

  This is part of the series in which Andy is resident at Knightley Manor, under the stern care of the house latex clad governesses.

  I don't need to go into too much, the dialogue will hopefully set your imaginations a tingle and might clear up the mystery for those who saw it on Patreon and came up with such wonderful theories.

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 So here is part three of  MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY.

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The Story So Far:- This is the latest excerpt from my version of the Andyverse. 

We began with Fun in The Village, where we met Kat (barmaid/waitress at the Fullerton Arms, bi- and outspoken), JoJo (femboy recently moved to the village with mother Carmel, became an item with Kat) and Chloe, their friend, who has a summer job in a new fetish shop in town, part-owned by Izzy Cooper, AKA Lady Magdelena, wife and Dominant of George Cooper, who is partly successful businessman and partly Belinda, Lady Magdelena’s submissive maid.

The Extravaganza introduced Polly Evans, a bondage rigger who owns the village sweet shop, Bert Fry, an older villager and adult baby, and Alice Aldridge, Mayfield’s curate and a latex fetishist.

The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion brought us Gary Haskins (AKA Kerry), femboy Personal Assistant to George (Belinda) Cooper. Mother and Daughter: A Prologue introduced Steph Turner and her son Liam, who’s just come out as gay, and has been learning the joys of sex with his cousin, Chris. Chris’ use of the term ‘girlfriend’ has piqued Liam’s interest in feminisation, becoming Leanne, 24/7, and contacting Andy and Jane. Chris’ former girlfriend, Kelly, is the daughter of Madam Cropper, who is a principal of The Sisterhood (and therefore no friend of Jane or Andy). Kelly has been brought up within The Sisterhood, and her ambition is to qualify as a Mistress by finding her own boy to feminise. In the meantime, Kelly has been mentoring Leanne, and has also taken Sisterhood receptionist Jessica under her wing. Steph has numerous fuckbuddies. In addition to Chris’ mother, Charlie, there’s Anton, who is Kelly’s half-brother. However, he has also recently become Leanne’s boyfriend, while Chris, involved in some business deal, moved away. Amongst the others is Bianca, a transitioned Sisterhood graduate and devotee of Madam Cropper. Steph has inadvertently mentioned to Bianca that she will be spending time with Andy and Jane (who have been keeping their movements secret from The Sisterhood), and who have accepted a request from Mayfield to attend a House Party at Mayfield Court, to keep Mayfield’s sister, Tori, company, following a tennis injury.

MOTHER & DAUGHTER – HOUSE PARTY

By

Mistress LeatherBeth

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A… really? My!”

Tori considered this information for several seconds before continuing.

“And what does the future hold for you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Andy.”

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

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

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

“O, really?” Andy was plainly unconvinced.

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

“Possibly not,” conceded Andy.

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

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

“I’d appreciate that,” said Kelly.

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

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

“Auntie,” said Andy.

“Yes, Andy dear?”

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

“Did she indeed?”

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

“And you believe her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jessica, dear,” said Tori.

“Yes,” Madam?”

“You know the location of my room?”

“Yes, Madam,” said Jessica, puzzled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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