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Hi Everyone
    I don't like starting a week with an apology and I hope this one is unnecessary.
 
Blogger is being   a real pain in the backside at the moment. It will not correctly formatt things or when it does it  removes stuff and mixes it up. So this wonderful little tale by Skinnie Stallion is the only thing I could  get to load today and I get the awful feeling that is because I have probably posted it before.So if I have posted it before I apology's but if I have not then Yayyyy a new piece from Skinnie to enjoy. Sorry for the Monday moan.Big HugsXXXAndy

Mother’s Day Treat

bySkinnie Stallion

Cedric kept his eyes closed as the brush came in again.   Not long to go now.   He couldn’t wait to see the finished results but he was determined to be patient.   Everything he’d read or seen about Fem-Factory gave him confidence.   If it was run by Rhys Jenner, it had to be good.   He’d been following Rhys ever since he won that competition a couple of years ago.  He’d liked, loved and commented on so many Instagram posts since then.  

He shuffled his feet slightly.  The arches of his feet were aching.  How did Mummy manage this?  He might not be standing but there was still a decided strain.   It was his own fault.   It was his decision to put on the heels as soon as his legs were done.  He’d always wanted to wear heels like mummy.   Now he finally had the chance and he didn't want to waste a minute.  Mummy might not have decided yet on his outfit but at least he could make a start.

Brianna continued her chatter: “That’s the eyeliner done.  Now you eyelashes……. and this is his first time being dressed?”   She’d gone through holidays. Mummy had done most of the talking for that one.   She’d gone through girlfriends.   That hadn’t taken long.  Fat chance of that.   She’d tried boyfriends but he’d been too embarrassed to say.  He did like the new bass in the Church choir but he’d never known how to ask.

His mother continued to watch them from the window seat.  “Absolutely.   The best.

Mother’s Day treat ever.”    Secretly she knew that Cedric liked to go through her things but no-one else needed to know that.   Not even Cedric.

"I have to say, I think he's a natural Mrs Ramsden, a total natural," said Brianna as she put on another layer of mascara.  "The way he's sat here while I've done his make-up: so calm, so self-assured.   We often get boys who resist or struggle when their mothers or aunties bring them for a makeover or a little 'pampering'.   Not Cedric.   Look at him here!   Happy as can be while I do his eyelashes.   I know it's his first time but it's making me wonder about false eyelashes for him.  Who would be able to resist a pretty thing like Cedric batting his eyelashes at him or her?"

"I see what you mean but I'm not sure.   What do you think, Cedric?"

"Yes please, Mummy," whispered Cedric softly, unable to quite believe that all his secret dreams were coming true.   And he was making his mother happy in the process.  Would that bass be able to resist, he wondered.  He’d have to practise fluttering his eyelashes before tomorrow.

"Well, there's our answer," said Brianna.  "I think it's so nice that you consulted him Mrs Ramsden."

"It's Cedric you need to thank.  Once he heard me mention that there were times that I wished I'd had a daughter, he offered me a present for Mother's Day, although I still like to think of it as Mothering Sunday.   I'll be so proud of him when we go to Church for the service tomorrow."

"Oh, Mrs Ramsden!   That's a bold step.  What will be people at Church say?"

"I don't know and I don't really care.   If Cedric's happy, so I am I.   But before we go to Church tomorrow, we've got afternoon tea booked at Bettys.   And I have made a decision: I will get him the pair of black PVC pants and the cerise latex top, as well as the black latex mini-dress.   He can wear the pants and top when we leave here for the  tea, and the dress for Church tomorrow.  They'll both go with the black 4" courts he’s wearing.   It was so sensible to have his legs waxed."

"Thank you, Mummy," whispered Cedric.   Both their dreams for Mother's Day were coming true.  The best treat ever.

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Hi Everyone  As ever on Friday I have the great pleasure of presenting some classic Christeen thanks to our friend Miss Kimmi and I am still amazed how many of these I do not ever recall seeing before,Thanks KimmiXXAndy


3/28/20- 1491  - What has our girl done this time? Our pretty Chris does need to sit like a miss, with his delicate lacy slip not on display. Chris is looking very much like a girl. Debuted 3/27/20 right here on Andy Latex.



12/13/19- CJ Beddy- Bye - Chris is dismayed that his self-cuddling pj’s feel so soft and wonderful yet there’s no opportunity for nocturnal play. Now what’s a feminized boy to do? Debuted 11/21/19 on Carole Jean's now defunct Pinterest site.


5/19/16 - 789 - Girl school in session for Chris? What new skill will he soon be mastering?  This classic debuted on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art in the winter of 2014.



8/11/20- 1580- Playing ball with the boys? Little does Chris know how silly he would look trying to swing a bat or kick the ball in his feminized state. Pretty girls with curls hardly belong on the field. The next ball Chris will see will be one at which he wears his first formal gown and is the belle. Debuted 8/7/20 right here on Andy Latex.



  

Hi Everyone

I hope you are all well.

 Time for a few mid-week treats. In cluding Amber, Skinnie and Dani.

My very best wishes to you all.

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A little treat for you all and especially our friend Samantha for all her kindness to me this week XX

I have heard  from a good source that gossip about passengers on planes is commonplace, well, for those travelling alone Gossip is easily attracted.

Our Friend Amber has certainly come up trumps here, managing to slip our sweet Andy into the tender touch of two blog Legends, my word Andy could die happy from such tender kisses.

This is a lovely image from Amber, Such a beautiful representation of Aunt Jane.

And here we have Andy and Aunt Jane preparing for and taking part in a great photo shoot. I love a horse ride XXX





Thanks Kitty, Love a trip to the stables XX

 Sissy Dani has also dipped her toes into the world of Andy and Aunt Jane creating these cute little images.

I have no idea of the prices but as soon as I do  I will pass them on to eager consumers

Garden party--Andy: Oh, Aunt Jane, I feel my hummingbird stirring. Narrative: Andy is in for  an afternoon of thrilling humiliating arousal....

Hotel--Concierge:  Welcome, ma'am, We've booked you and your...companion...into the B&K corporate suite as they requested. And there's a rather cryptic message for you--"We have been waiting" signed "the Sisterhood".

Thanks Dani

And now, holding everything up is the final part of Skinnie Stallions amazing tale Office Politics.

Office Politics

By 

Skinnie Stallion

6.Office Politics – Nice Weekend

Owen soon found it wasn’t only Mrs Ericsson who wanted his out of hours support.  Others were so keen to seek out his services that Pam had to maintain a booking sheet for him.  Val on reception was asked to do similar to handle weekend bookings.   Weekend bookings proved very popular.  The husbands or partners of Lumina’s executives seemed to be away a lot. 

This Friday, when Val summoned Owen to the lobby, he found Ms Halliday waiting.  So Ms Halliday wanted a turn too.  She was laughing with Val over the paperwork.   Val took the clipboard from Ms Halliday saying, “So he’s all signed out and into your care.   Have a nice weekend Ms Halliday.”

“Oh, I shall,” said the HR executive whom Owen had admired since his first interview.  “He was my recruitment selection so I think I deserve a weekend with our lovely Office Sissy.”   She paused for a moment detecting a wistful look in the receptionist.   “As you know Val, out of hours bookings are normally reserved for senior management but, if you’d like, I could make an exception for you.   I know you and Owen started at Lumina together.  Perhaps if you’d like a Friday night….?”

“Oh Ms Halliday, that would be amazing.  My boyfriend’s away next weekend.   I’d love to have someone to go clubbing with.  Owen would be perfect.”

“Would you like that Owen?” Ms Halliday asked Owen who’d suddenly gone shy, his buttocks tightening on his XL.  He couldn’t believe that Val would want to go out with him.  He wondered whether Val had toys like the execs or whether he’d need to ask Mrs Ericsson if he could borrow hers for an evening.   Or would that be inappropriate?

“Yes,” Ms Halliday.   Owen didn’t dare look Val in the eye.  It would be interesting to see whether she was like the girls in the Secretarial Pool and members of Lumina management.   He really did need to file a report to Ms Bramley but things did keep getting on top of him.

“That’s good,” said Ms Halliday.   “Now come along Owen, I’ve got a staff car outside waiting to take me to my little place in the Cotswolds.   I’ve got a lot of dictation for you when we’re settled in the back seats.   I know you won’t be able to wear a seat belt but the driver has adapted a baby harness to keep you firmly in place.”

“Thank you, Ms Halliday,” he said, following meekly.

“Bye, Owen,” Val called after him as they headed for the doors.  “Have a nice weekend.  Keep those lips moist for me.”

Back home, Owen’s mother was concerned that he was working too hard.   It was nice that his earnings at Lumina kept increasing (there were a lot of ‘special bonus’ items on his payslips that he struggled to explain) and all very well him doing overtime most evenings and going in on Saturday mornings, but now he wasn’t coming home at weekends.   According to Owen, he was needed on Executive Retreats where members of the senior team could work on strategic positioning and entry into new areas.   But her boy was looking tired.

That Saturday she got a call on the landline.   No-one called on the landline these days.  “Yes, who’s calling?” she asked.

“It’s Claudia Bramley from Bergman and Knightley.   Is that Mrs Peters?”

“Yes.”

“Is it possible to speak to Owen, please?  I was expecting him to call and he’s not been answering.”

“I’m afraid Owen’s away this weekend.   Can I ask the purpose of your call, please?  I may be able to pass him a message when he gets back on Sunday evening.”

“Sunday evening!   Doesn’t he call in?”

“Oh, he’s very busy.  He’s on some company thing or other.   The management at Lumina is so demanding.  They keep pushing him for more hours.  Pushing and pushing.”

“I quite understand.   It sounds like he’s become a very popular boy.   Anyway, please can you ask him to call me when he gets a chance.   I’d like him to come into our offices.  Please tell him to take a day’s leave on Monday.”

“But he hasn't missed a day since he’s been back at Lumina.   And he gets overtime…”

“Monday.   Please tell him.   He can call in to Lumina.   I’m sure he’ll be due some leave.” 

7.Office Politics - Checking In

For Owen, it was the situation that did it.  It had been awkward enough telephoning Pam to say he wasn’t coming in that morning.  Coming to the top floor of Bergman and Knightley was worse.  It brought it all back.  He shivered at the recollection of being summoned to see the Headmistress at school.   He’d hated waiting outside her office while his classmates could see him quivering.  He was less worried by the boys who tended to be sympathetic and recognise his plight.  It was the girls who got to him.   They’d point at him and giggle.  He didn’t feel he’d ever get over that stigma.   He cringed at the thought of standing on the carpet before the martinet awaiting his punishment for what were normally trivial uniform offences except for that time behind the bike sheds with Alex: the girls were never going to let him forget that one.  

That feeling came back with a vengeance as he waited outside Ms Bramley’s office.   He’d been here once before when history had repeated itself at B&K with Joshua.  It wasn’t that he hadn’t learned from his mistake with Alex.   He had. He wanted to try it again.

His heart sank as he was summoned to enter Ms Bramley’s office.  He knew that he’d been poor at keeping in touch with her and failing to report.   He had to atone.  He didn’t wait for instruction.  He crossed the floor and knelt before her.  It wasn’t a time for prayer, it was the time for action. Better to take the initiative he thought as he pushed her skirt aside, hoping she wouldn't consider it an impertinence.  It helped that she parted her knees welcomingly.  Some things hadn’t changed. Owen obviously hadn’t disgraced himself too much.  She was ready for the debrief.  He set about his task, eager to show how his skills had developed after three months of intensive effort at Lumina.  

He was glad that he’d decided to tuck when he was dressing for the meeting.  It seemed appropriate given his report.   His confidence was helped by knowing that there’d be nothing embarrassing to disrupt the smooth lines of his skirt: he wanted to look the perfect PA.   He felt sure he’d never want a PA although Ms Bramley might want to check.

A tight tuck and his panties would also help to hide his XL.   Would Ms Bramley notice that an M was no longer sufficient.   He was now wearing his XL all the time.  Last weekend Ms Halliday had wanted to show him that she felt neglected.   If this continued, he was going to have to get an XXL or maybe even an XXXL.  He wondered whether he’d still be tight enough for any future boyfriend?  Boyfriend?  As if that was ever going to happen when he was working these hours.   

Owen had lost count by the time Ms Bramley commanded him to stop.  He tried to ignore the moistness gathering in his latex panties, staying resolutely focused on Ms Bramley’s delicious secretions.  He was tired and his neck was beginning to ache.  At least Ms Bramley’s desires seemed sated for now and that he’d proved he was still a well-trained B&K Boy.   All her special lessons had been worthwhile.

“So Owen, I note that your technique has come on a lot but it’s changed: you’re using much more tongue and less lips and mouth.   Very good.   But you’ve been falling down on your other duties: you owe me a report.   Have you found out why we’ve lost Lumina as a customer?”

Owen stood up. His face was dripping but he resisted trying to wipe it.  He felt a cool trickle escape his panties and run down his right leg prompting him to draw his legs together and stand as if to attention.   Once more he felt like the little boy trying to explain himself to the Headmistress.   “It’s why my technique has changed, Ms Bramley,” he blurted, his nervousness causing him to forget his prepared speech.

“Sorry?   Explain yourself.”

“I needed to keep my lips closed to preserve my teeth.”

“What?” demanded a perplexed Claudia Bramley.

“My teeth.   I don’t want to chip my teeth.   The executives don't mind, in fact they like it.”

“I’m sure they do but what’s that got to do with anything?  I want to know why they’re not buying Bergman and Knightley.   At B&K we’ve made sure our recent collections focus on the female executive.   We’ve got power suits.   Jackets with padded shoulders: very 1980s, except with leather pants or PVC pants.  Tight latex panties that show NVP under tight pants or leggings.  The executives at Lumina ought to love it.”

“But that’s the problem, Ms Bramley.  The executives don’t want tight pants.   In fact, many of the staff don’t either.   It’s why they wear skirts or loose cloth trousers rather than tight pants.”

“Why ever?”

“Because of their labia, Ms Bramley.”

“Their labia?!”

“Yes, their labia.   And clits too, in some cases.”

“Clits?!   We’ve all got clits!”

“Yes, but not pierced ones,” said an embarrassed Owen.   Despite his recent intimacy with Ms Bramley, Owen still felt uncomfortable talking about private matters.   Was that why he’d avoided making this report for so long?

“Pierced?”

“Yes, pierced.”

“Well, quite a few of the ladies at B&K have piercings.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  In fact, it’s quite the thing especially with some of our younger staff.  Tits and clits mostly, I admit, but I don’t see that’s a problem.  A little clit ring can be quite attractive.  I considered getting one myself a while back.   My mistress at the time was quite taken with the idea of having me on a lead.”  Owen blushed.   He’d never thought of Ms Bramley as someone who might have a mistress.  Still, he guessed, even Ms Bramley must have started somewhere.  

“But these aren't little.   These are large.  With tags attached.”

“Tags?”

“Yes, tags, like identity tags or ownership tags.  Some even have padlocks.”

“I can guess what they’re used for.  Labia, I assume?”

“Yes, Ms Bramley.   Although there’s sometimes even a padlock on a clit just to make life difficult,” Owen sighed, “but that’s just on the juniors.”

“And these tags, do they say anything?  I hope you looked.”

“I did, although it was difficult in the dark.   The Execs’ tags all seemed to be engraved ‘TS’.  But that made no sense since none of them are trans.”

“I see.”   Ms Bramley sucked on her pen.   Owen wished she hadn't done that.   It only made things worse with his tautening tuck.   “And the junior staff?”

“That’s the strange thing.   Most are ‘TS’ too, but a few have ‘DI’, and no way are they Detective Inspectors.   They were the ones with the padlocks.”

“Oh shit!   Shit!  Shit!  Shit!”

“Is something wrong, Ms Bramley?” asked Owen.

“Yes.  Too bloody right something’s wrong.   It means we’re in the middle of another battle between The Sisterhood and The Dark Institute.   I thought those days were gone.   Tattoos are obviously no longer enough for them.  Now it’s tagging and enforced or voluntary chastity.   Or at least one type of chastity.  The Dark Institute has always wanted control of their members.”

“I did wonder.”

“The Dark Institute expect a willingness and readiness in their juniors if they have no male trainees.  I guess this way they can guarantee control, unless The Sisterhood has got there first.”

“But who are The Dark Institute or The Sisterhood?”

“There’s no need for you to worry your pretty, little head about that.   Looks like we’re going to have to switch our focus to skirts and dresses rather than pants suits for customers like Lumina.   We may even have to offer B&K Boys with the appropriate additions.  I assume you’ve not been given any metalwork?”

“No, Ms Bramley.   Definitely not.”

“Ah well, a Prince Albert can look quite sweet on a boy, especially when they’re no longer using their thing.  A PA for a PA.   I’ll do a check later when I reward you with some deskwork for a job well done.   But first I want to brief you about your next assignment.  You might as well get back down on your knees for this.  I find it strange looking at you with my pussy juices all over your face.”   As Owen knelt, Ms Bramley started, “I think some free samples might be a way to get Lumina back as customers.   You can take those in with you.  We’ll call it a perk of you being a B&K Boy.   Then, I’m afraid we’re going to need you to resign by the end of the week……”

Owen was thunderstruck.   He wasn’t going to get his night out with Val. “Bu….”, he opened his mouth to protest but Ms Bramley was prepared and pulled his head forward and ground his face against her.   

“Based on your performance, I’ve decided to take you on as a full-time B&K Boy. You’ll start next week.”

“Bu….,” again his nose penetrated her lower cleavage. 

“Don’t worry about your contract.   I’ll get the lawyers to sort things out with Lumina.   I’m setting up a Special Operations Unit.   You’ll report directly to me.  I have some assignments that will suit a boy with your talents.    In a few minutes, I’ll check how you’ve progressed in another area or whether I need you to have more sessions with Geoffrey before we send you out again.”

8. Office Politics: Checking Out 

 “Well thank you, Owen, that is most kind,” said Mrs Sandborg placing the package beneath her desk.   “You really will make the most perfect ambassador for Bergman and Knightley.”

Owen relaxed and leaned into the moment: “Well, Lumina did send me to B&K for training.”  He felt more self-assured after his meeting with Ms Bramley.  He’d only been in the CEO’s office a few times, roughly the same number that she’d been into him.  This was likely to be the last visit.  Pam and Ms Halliday had said that Mrs Sandborg wanted to do an exit interview.  It was pointless getting nervous.  Even so, he’d put in his new XXL in readiness just in case she carried out her earlier threat.   “I hope I’ve been a credit to both Bergman and Knightley and Lumina Cosmetics.”

“You have young man.  Ms Halliday tells me you’re leaving us. It’s such a shame.  Is there nothing we can do to convince you to stay?   A raise, perhaps?”

“No, Mrs Sandborg.” 

“What about a promotion?  We could promote you to the Executive Pool and make more exclusive use of your unique talents: a useless PA but a perfectly wonderful Sissy.   Status does matter.  Would you like that?”

“It would be nice, but no.  And I like the girls in the Secretarial Pool.  I feel it would be unfair on them.   I’d prefer to be one of the girls.”

“But you’re a Sissy, Owen.”

“I know,” he said ruefully.

“A very pretty sissy, but still a Sissy.  We shall miss you.  I’ve instructed HR that we must go back to having an Office Sissy from Bergman and Knightley.   We thought the quality had gone down in recent years but dispensing with the role now seems like a foolish cost-cutting measure.   You’ve proved the value to us of having a proper B&K Boy.   You can’t beat a good sissy.   Well you can, that’s part of their charm.   B&K seem to have got their training back on track.   I’ve even recommended Bergman and Knightley to The Sisterhood: it would be far simpler for them to renew their sissy stock by working with Bergmans.”

“That would be good.   I’m sure Ms Bramley and B&K management will be pleased.   And I do hope you enjoy wearing your new B&K latex skirt.  It’s a sample from Bergman’s latest JaneStyle range.  It’s designed by Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones in collaboration with B&K’s creative director Andy Latex.”

“Jane Fullerton-Jones?  I recognise that name.  I think she’s worked with The Sisterhood before.   Andy Latex too.   I’ll definitely look forward to wearing her design.   She’ll understand the needs of a modern woman.”

“Definitely, Mrs Sandborg.   She designs with the woman …. and the sissy in mind.   She really thinks about access requirements.   I’m sure Mr Sandborg will like it too.”

“Mr Sandborg does what he’s told.   If it’s as good as you say, I may be buying more items from the collection.  I think latex does look better when trying to impress a client.  I think we need to get out reps back into latex.   And if the reps are going to wear it, so should management.  We need to establish a consistent house-style.   You’ve been good for us, Owen.   You’ve reminded me of what makes Lumina special.”

“Thank you, Mrs Sandborg.”

“But before you get too complacent may I remind you that you’re still working for Lumina until the end of the week.  It’s time for you to attend to my needs.  I have a short gap before my next meeting.   I’m only in Ponte di Roma today rather than latex so I need you to take special care.   When you’re done, and it’ll be me who tells you when you’re done, Lick and blow dry, Sissy boy, and don’t stain my skirt.”

   

“Yes, Mrs Sandborg.”

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On Patreon TodayWe begin the week inthe world of Bergman &Knightley.This cute little assistantlooks nervous,has he been spotted by a customeror has he been earmarkedfor promotion.....orworse.


Hi Everyone.  Hope you are all well. Another week begins and this time we have the completed version of a piece shared earlier on Patreon.   We are in a time during Andy and Aunt Janes promotional; tour of the US at the guest of The Sisterhood,who are both paying for their tour and dangling the chance of bigger investment in the Boy brand. However we all know they only have one interest and that is securing that beautiful cute boy for themselves.Her Jane is pushed closer to the edge when The Sisterhood plan a photoshoot themed as a homage to a classic movie scene.
Hope you like thisXXAndy

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On Patreon TodayDue to an error onmy part I am a week early with next monthspage in our exclusiveCalendar.But never mind becauseits a delightfullynaughty image featuringRhys Jenner for JaneStylefashions



Hi Everyone So I am still running hard to keep everything going and I thank all of you who helped me out with re-posting my art on social media and I will get to thanking you all personally as soon as I can.   So Welcome to Friday and that means  super classic Christeen art,curated by Miss Kimmi and I do hope Blogger will posts Kimmi's super captions correctly this time. Last week has been corrected.Biggest hugsXXXAndy

11/24/20 -1663 - Someone has been a bad boy… er… girl. Chris needs to let Alex linger in her corner… er… cage time. Chris knows he needs to be good. He is so cute today in that dress and pretty curls. But what on earth is Chris holding? Debuted 11/20/20 right here on Andy Latex.


May 2020 PDQ (Bonus)- 1513- 5/6/20 - Mademoiselle ensures that their students always graduate looking very shapely. This was a special bonus Chris poster in this month’s issue of Petticoat Discipline Quarterly.  PDQ featured Christeen's Art from 2002 until its last issue in October 2021.




11/8/18- 373- Petticoated, pantied and pierced with a flower in his hair, Chris is more of a girly girl than any of the neighborhood girls ever dream of being. "Will you curtsy for us, Chris?" they squeal. This rare Christeen creation from Chris's early years of experiencing girlhood and the thrills of Reluctant Princess appointments.debuted on Petticoat Punishment Art in the Fall of 2008.




3/7/20 - 1475 - However unnerving their early years of petticoating were, Chris and his feminized friend Alex now love being girly girls. There’s almost no boy left in them. Thank goodness. Debuted 3/5/20 right here on Andy Latex.

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Hi Everyone   I could not let the brief chance to sit down on a Tuesday night and prepare  a  few Wednesday treats for you all to enjoy.....hopefully
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 Hopefully we have all seen the Real Sissies of Beverly Hills over on the Patreon.

Well here in the UK we have just seen the launch of the new season of Love Island ,presenter by the lovely Maya Jama and what an outfit in which to launch it.


I know it has been a staple of Atsuko Kudo's collection for a while,I mean the amazing AJ Odudu wore this perfect colour on Big Brother in 2024.
 but it seems aver since Kylie wore it at Christmas last year,that oversized biker jacket has had a lot of fans.
Amanda Holden

Even our beloved Rhys Jenner has been seen in it.

OkeyTravelling alone has become very popular,whether for business or for personal solo adventure, the fredon it gives is amazing,but beware that one polite drink with those sweet young ladies.  Oh they seemed very nice, the daughters of an English Lord travelling across Europe to work as Chalet Girls in the Italian Alps.What would one drink possibly matter.........



NextOur dear friend Amber has created her own world of Ideas for Andy and Aunt Jane travelling the world and getting into adventures.Well here are a few more of her amazing ideas, for your delight.
It's Andy in riding gear, what's not to love.
The next two are all about improving Andy's posture. From boy to Girl takes time an dedication.



NowOur dear Friend Sissy Dani,has also taken to her keyboard and dipped her toe into the world of Andy and Aunt Jane.Perhaps you can add your own ideas as to the story,

These, like Amber's are so cute and what's more Dani has her own blog right here, so pop on over and have some fun.http://www.entransed.blogspot.com/

Here come the classics   Rather like Col Virginia Lake from UFO,not being around back in the 60s and 70s and  not remembering anything from the 80s (sorry) it lets one look  back and discover amazing things and one of them is the amazing Julie Newmar as the feline villain from the 1960s Batman Tv show.     I would imagine if Catwoman was recreated these days for Tv she would be a far less slinky and sexy creature. Only Michelle Phieffer can compare to Ms Newmar.



And now, how to follow Ms Newmar. Simple, with the puuurrfect work of Skinnie Stallion and Parts 3 -5 of his wonderfully naughty story      Office Politics

3. Office Politics – Going up

“This would normally be seen as an Induction and Orientation session,” said Ms Halliday as she ushered Owen into a small, glass-sided meeting room, “except you’re already familiar with the building and have had your re-Orientation.”    While she went to order some coffees, he was dismayed by the number of staff walking past who’d pause to gawp at him.   He was obviously something of an attraction.  Either that or an oddity since he recognised some from his stint as a mail boy: previously they’d never given him a first glance let alone a second.

Ms Halliday returned with their coffees.  There was a faint jingle as she sat down opposite him.   His induction didn’t take long.   Ms Halliday instructed him about the duties of an Office Sissy.  He felt badly unprepared for some aspects of the work.  She talked about standards of dress and said that other items of work wear would be delivered to his home.   He would have discretion about how to mix-and-match and accessorize them.  Then she took him down to the open-plan office of the Secretarial Pool and introduced him to Pam, his new Supervisor.   Pam showed him to an empty desk with just a telephone, an empty In-Tray and Out-Tray, and an old-fashioned manual typewriter.   He couldn’t help noticing that the other girls had keyboards and large screens at their desks.  

She left him sitting at his desk with nothing to do.  It was embarrassing.  Other members of the Pool were busy or clustered around giggling.  The girls were passing something between them.  There were all clearly in on some private joke.   When Pam entered, they went back to their desks and someone pinned a piece of paper to a noticeboard.  Pam passed out work and instructions but not to him.   Rather than sit idly, he went over to the noticeboard to see the source of their merriment.

Owen was horrified.   It was a photograph.   A photograph of him in the B&K dorm with Joshua. He’d been caught on a security camera.   B&K must have shared the photograph with Lumina.  He ran to the Men’s Room before making a hasty exit and going next door to the Ladies’ Room.   He hid in a cubicle.  He had no idea that he been photographed.  He panicked about where else he might have been photographed.   Had the security cameras caught him with Ms Bramley.  Had Ms Bramley photographed him with Geoffrey?  She’d often stayed to watch.   Embarrassment turned to panic: explaining his feminisation to his mother yesterday had been one thing, but explaining his new-found preferences would be quite another.  

It took a while for Pam to coax him out.  She insisted that he fix his make-up and remove the teary streaks of mascara running down his cheeks.   Rather than return him to the Pool, she took him for an early lunch in the canteen.   Once again, he found eyes fastened on him.   Pam assured him that the photograph had only been posted so that the girls could be sure of his orientation: they weren’t used to having a male member of the Pool.   Most of  the secretaries had boyfriends and those who didn't needed to know not to waste time on him.  She promised him an assignment that afternoon.   It would be with her.   She wanted to break him in gently.

Over the next few weeks, Owen slowly worked his way up.   After being introduced to each of the girls in the Pool, and when Pam was comfortable with his conduct and performance, he worked his way through Middle Management, then Senior Management.  Duties were not too onerous although he needed to rub cream on his knees most evenings.  He was getting seriously worried that he might chip his teeth but that could wait for his debrief with Ms Bramley.

A major problem persisted that he still didn’t understand his role in the Secretarial Pool.   He was only ever given menial tasks to do.   Some days it was filing, although the manager often preferred he spend time filing his nails or theirs since actual filing kept proving problematic.  

He was already on his second performance improvement interview with Pam and HR.  HR was baffled why managers kept asking him to do their filing.   During his recruitment interview, he'd shown himself to be fairly inept.  He might know the alphabet,  but his attempts at filing usually left two drawers bulging: F and R.    Reports, irrespective of the client name, all ended up in the drawer labelled 'R’ for 'Report', while everything else was filed under 'F' for 'Filing'.    

It left Owen a bit flummoxed when managers would search in a client's folder and exclaim: "There's no effing report!"   

He'd say to himself, "Of course, not.   I may be a sissy, but I know how Report is spelt: R-E-P-O-R-T.   There's no F in it.   How could senior people not know that?"   At least he knew where something else needed fitted and filing.   Like desk and cabinet drawers, Owen liked a smooth, gliding action.   There were rarely complaints, and he left with a smile on his face.

Some days managers asked for dictation but they seemed happy to dictate and let Copilot transcribe their thoughts into documents and letters.  All he was left to do was to edit out all the Oooh!s  and Aaah!s and Just there!s from the computer’s text after spending the dictation session beneath the manager’s desk. 

He was getting better known around the building.   Even those with whom he’d not become better ‘acquainted’:  he could hear them talking behind his back.   Today was no exception.  He could hear senior executives whispering to each other when he was leaving the lift. “Is that the new boy in the Secretarial Pool?”   Was that jingling he heard as well?    It couldn’t be their jewellery.  Them too, it seemed.  He’d find out when he was eventually allowed on the top floor.

“One of my directors says he’s bloody useless at secretarial work.”

“But I’ve heard he’s very good at other things.”

“Don’t whisper, I mean he’s a fucking sissy.   He knows what we’re gonna do with him.”

“I’m told he may with us in a couple of weeks.  He’s working his way up.”

“He can work his way up me any time,” another giggled.

“Remember we can go up him: Executive perks.”

“Sounds like his perks too.”   More giggles.

Every day when he got home his mother asked him the same question: “How was work today, Owen?”  

“OK, mum,” was his usual brief reply.  How could he tell her how and where he spent most of his time at work?   How could he tell her about the intelligence he was gathering for B&K?  

4.Office Politics – Annual Sissy

Eventually Pam considered Owen was ready to rise to the heights of the C-Suite corridor.  The senior executives had all heard a lot about him and were keen to get better acquainted with the new Office Sissy.     Today he was being introduced to new VP who’d recently joined from a Swedish competitor.  

“But, I thought he was a girl,” said the new executive.  Owen kept his eyes down, avoiding eye contact like he’d been instructed.  He could glimpse that she was wearing a grey trouser suit and sensible heels.   How boring?!   And trousers could be such a nuisance.

 ‘A girl’!  She thought he was a girl.  That was a confidence boost.  At least he was meeting one of the criteria that Ms Bramley had described in a top-flight B&K Boy.   She expected a B&K Boy to have a certain “Je ne sais quoi”, although in her dog-French she often misquoted it as “Je ne sais cock.”  God he needed some.   It had been two months since he’d had any.   Two months since Geoffrey.   His Hummingbird was proving a poor substitute for the real thing.

Pam performed the introductions: “This is our Sissy Boy, Owen.   We used to hire a sissy each year for our own pleasure and entertainment from a company called Bergman & Knightley, but thought we should invest in one we can mould.  So Owen here had just started in postal, very cute, very sweet, very polite and absolutely useless at everything, so we swapped up his contract a few months ago, made it so tight and then sent him off to Bergmans and two months ago this hot little bitch came back. He is still totally useless at anything really, but looks hot as hell, smells wonderful and has the most amazing tongue.”

“Really?” replied the new VP.   “I feel we should get better acquainted.   I’m sure you can’t be that useless.”

“Perhaps you can help Mrs Ericsson settle in, Owen?”  suggested Pam.

“Certainly,” said Owen.   “Just let me know when you’d like me to come.”

“Oh, I will.   Very soon,” the VP replied.  “I just need to get my feet under the table.”  Owen looked up. There was something in what Mrs Ericsson said that aroused his curiosity and more.   He looked her in the eye despite Pam’s instructions.  

Mrs Ericsson gave him a knowing look.  “Come back after lunch, at say two o’clock, and you can help me unbox my bits.   I have one or two items that might interest a secretary like you.”

On his way back down to the Secretarial Pool, Owen found it difficult to contain both his annoyance and his excitement.   He couldn’t believe the words Pam had used about him.   Is that what she and others really thought:  ‘absolutely useless’,  ‘totally useless’.   Useless! Ms Halliday had said was useless at the interview and ‘fucking useless’ as a Mail Boy.  But that was as a Mail Boy.  He’d even overheard one of the Executives in the lift the other day  describing him as ‘bloody useless’. If he was so useless, why was he proving so popular and in demand?  He’d show them.   

But then again Pam had also said he was a ‘hot little bitch’ and had an ‘amazing tongue’.  He felt some reassurance in being described as a ‘hot little bitch’.  Hot!  That was nice.  Every time he looked in a mirror he thought he looked hot.   ‘Little bitch’ was nice too in its own way, although he’d have preferred ‘tight bitch’ or ‘tight little bitch’.   Still she wasn’t to know that given how neglected he felt in that area.  ‘Amazing tongue’ was good too:  all his training with Ms Bramley was paying off.   If only she’d given him some lessons in other secretarial skills.   He was starting to wonder what Mrs Ericsson might have in her box.

5. Office Politics – Working Late

The next few weeks were rather a blur for Owen, partly because his glasses were perpetually steamed up during working hours, but mainly because top executives like Mrs Ericsson proved very demanding.   It was clear why they’d reached that level: their requirements were never ending and exhaustive.  For the first time since starting as the Office Sissy, Owen found his exhaust fully tested.   

Pam was pleased with him.  His hours increased significantly.  Mrs Ericsson proved to be a regular customer although she had to compete for his services.  She’d settled in quite nicely at Lumina, although chiefly into Owen.   “Just to let you know, you will be working late tonight,” she’d said to him that morning in the lift.   “You’ll have to slot me into your busy schedule.”  Owen was very happy to fill that slot.  Part of him still yearned to fill it the way  he once might have wanted but he knew that was never going to happen.   Anyway he was finding the other way to be much nicer.   He was the Office Sissy and, if the Execs were he happy to oblige, he wasn’t going to say no.   Still, some forewarning of Mrs Ericsson’s demands was helpful.   He would be able to call his mother to say he wouldn’t be home in time for tea.  Mrs Peters was delighted with the extra pay her son was starting to bring home from all the overtime, although she worried about how tired he seemed.  Nowadays he wasn’t getting home till quite late and was often called in at weekends.   Obviously he was working hard but he seemed to go into work each morning with a spring in his step.  He must be enjoying his job.   She was so happy that he seemed to have settled in at Lumina.

Owen’s increased hours and exertions meant that something else had to give.  He found that he had very limited time to go shopping.  He resorted to using B&K On-line to order an ‘upgraded’ Hummingbird.   He needed something better than his current one. Well not better, just bigger. He couldn’t afford the embarrassment of it slipping out again like it had one evening on the bus home after a particularly energetic overtime session with Ms Ericsson.   Even with Geoffrey and Ms Bramley he’d never had that problem with his Hummingbird M.  Rather than a Hummingbird L, he decided to step up to the XL to be on the safe side.   There would still be the option of augmenting with an XXL if the XL proved insufficient.  He was frightened by the sight of the XXXL in the catalogue.   Surely no boy could wear that?   Then he remembered the CEO threatening him with her fist if he didn’t calm down and comply with her wishes.  Perhaps there were, though hopefully not him.

Owen settled into a regime: M when he was going to work in the morning, his new XL before an afternoon excursion to the C-Suite and definitely for his evening journey home.   That way everything stayed comfy and snug.   It also meant any excess lube wouldn't leak down his legs when he was walking along the corridors or for the bus.

As 5pm approached, he put in his XL in readiness for seeing Mrs Ericsson.   Riding the lift, he luxuriated in the feeling of it in his bum.   He knew he’d be spending the first hour or so on his knees while Mrs Ericsson attended to her paperwork, but he could be sure of his reward.   While Mrs Ericsson’s toys might not have the organic niceness of Geoffrey, it would definitely be even better than his XL.

He was also happy.   Today one of his fellow secretaries had called him ‘a cunt’, in fact ‘a fucking cunt’.   Apparently her boyfriend had seen him in the lobby yesterday when he was picking her up after work.  He couldn't stop asking her questions, demanding to know the name of the new girl, who she was and where she worked.  Owen played the innocent.   But in her eyes, he was a cunt: a fucking cunt for seducing her boyfriend.  Seduction?   He hadn’t done anything.   Maybe he’d batted his eyelids or adjusted his heels.   He tried to think back to yesterday and who he’d seen in the atrium.   Was it the black lad?  Or the swarthy, unshaven guy with dark tousled hair?

Owen felt so proud.  The girls thought was a cunt.  He certainly had a cunt, although he preferred to think of it as pussy, his boipussy.   Maybe being the Office Sissy wasn’t so bad after all?  Not if girls thought he was a cunt and boys fancied him.    Could it have been the black lad?   His XL had never felt better as the lift arrived at the top floor.

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On Patreon TodayWhen the world ofa Bergman Host andthe outside worldmeet, it can oftenresult in a littleembarrassment andthat isn't helped whenyou know the naughtynature of a a Bergmanboy.





Hi Everyone.   Before we start can I please ask you all a huge favour. I need you help.
   Patreon expenses keep going up and I lose a large amount of the money kindly donated to keeping this blog alive in platform fees.  I do not want to keep putting fees up,you are already generous enough to me, so I want to increase my membership to help retain some of that money. 
  To all of you who have the appropriate social media footprints, such as Facebook, instagram, X, or whatever, even Tic Toc,  Please would you be so kind as to take a piece of my art, Andy and Aunt Jane  or Ai or whatever you like, and post onto your social media,with a quick introduction and share this link back to my Patreon. patreon.com/AndyLatex
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Hello Again.  So let's crack on with the  completed piece of my own art previewed over on Patreon a few weeks ago.  It takes us all the way back to Andy's early days, when Jane was still easing him into his new life of latex and high heels.  Today she has a surprise for her beloved Nephew, introducing him to a whole new wardrobe contained in that room between his room and hers at the end of the upstairs corridor.   You can imagine the aroma that fills his lungs as he breathes in the scnt of all that perfume and latex. It makes my head dizzy just thinking of it.XXXAndy
  
   

  

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On Patreon TodaySomethi8ng veryspecial and quiteunique to the worldof Andy and Aunt Jane,because it was inspired byblog legend Amanda Holden.When you see it youwill understand,butperhaps the teeny goldbikini might give itaway.




Hi EveryoneSO FRUSTRATING!!!!!!!! I prepared a Wednesday treat special for you this week but bloggers scheduled posting failed to post it despite my puting in the correct date and time. The blogger interface is so old now it just drives you mad.   So hopefully I will be able to post it live next week.
So that drove me had and this has calmed me down, because this is Friday and Friday is when Miss Kimmi shares some of her fave Christeen images with us and yet again there are some here I do not recall ever seeing.  Thanks Miss Kimmi, loving these as ever.Big hugs all roundXXXAndy



2/21/16 - 526 - Blondes have more fun? Chris will learn to enjoy salon time no matter his new look.  Debuted on Petticoat Punishment Art in the summer of 2010.



3/15/20 - 1482 AL -  The feminization plans  had been implemented in fits and starts.  His hair had been grown out.  Now there’s no turning back.  It’s dresses for good for petticoated Miss Chris.  Old fashioned but so feminine! And adorable little hair bows to remind him to be dainty and docile.  And curtsy.   Debuted 3/13/20 right here on Andy Latex.



8/6/20 - 222 / EF 15 - Such cute dresses to choose from for a pretty petticoated boy with a cute pixie cut. Aunt Julia wisely chooses babysitters who would love having a little sister to doll up. Chris will be sure to swish in whatever dress the girls select.  This delight debuted on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art circa 2006.

6/28/17- 1055 - Miss Tina takes control. And not simply Chris’s pretty hair, it seems.

Debuted on June 18, 2017 right here on Andy Latex. 

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Hi Everyone  Welcome to Monday.  Now I know I am slow and that is inexcusable, but I would like to ay I do read all your Emails and things and will get back to each and everyone in time, time is the issue right now as I am trying to reestablish myself in a proper job, which these days means total submission to your potential employers. So please be patient, I love reading your messages and stories and artwork, it's what fuels my desire to be here with you all.  So over on Patreon we have a free piece of art, so please feel free to pop on over and have a look. The link is at the top.      So this piece was previewed over on Patreon a few weeks ago and sees Andy becoming more and more immersed in his new life, another lesson learnt, another skill mastered and Aunt Jane can begin to sit back and enjoy what it is like to have that full time Maid to hand.  Hope you enjoy the completed imageXXAndy

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Hi EveryoneWelcome to Friday and an apology that there was no Wednesday post this week, but I have had both no time and another run in with the Blogger interface, which just moved at a glacial speed and drove me away from my screen. Anyway Friday is bringing us some absolute classic Christeen art from Miss Kimmi,some of which I do not believe I have ever seen myself.Thanks Miss KimmiXXAndy


11/21/20- Primping- Aunt Julia’s Club Ladies love spending a Saturday primping Chris. Of course it’s fun for them since when they are all finished, Chris will be their special treat. Debuted on Christeen’s Pinterest page in November 2020.



5/7/19- CJ Miss Tina- Chris is such a pretty girl in pink now. If Miss Tina liked the boy Chris, perhaps she will also adore the feminized version. Miss Chris can only wish!



3/7/17- 278- Shop 'till you drop. Chris may be reluctant now as he is dragged along. Soon he will delight just like other girls in shopping excursions, trying on dresses and coming home with bags of all sorts of scrumptious things. A Christeen poster rarely seen that debuted in February 2007 on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art.



6/11/19 - 1400 - What a pretty petticoated home schooler soon to find himself on his first feminine date.  Chris is adorable in his pleated skirt and ponytail adorned with a pink ribbon. Definitely a Top 25 all time Christeen classic! Debuted 6/10/19 right here on Andy Latex.  

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Hi Everyone  As before we have a crossover of my art and Calendar pages on Patreon, but that just gives us the chance to enjoy part one of this story by Skinnie Stallion featuring the adventures of a Patreon character Owen. If you have never met Owen, there is so much more to enjoy over on the Patreon.   Big hugsXXXAndy

Office Politics: Owen’s Market Research

1.Office Sissy: Market Research

Owen listened to Ms Bramley drone on.  He liked Ms Bramley but she’d been through this several times.  She had a prepared script and liked the repetition.  He couldn’t believe her stamina.  He was getting tired and sore. “You will need to stay in character throughout,” he heard her intone above him.  Why did she feel the need to tell him that?   Maybe she just wanted to prolong the briefing for her own reasons?  After his Foundation Course at RADA he knew about method acting. The Academy might have rejected him for the BA course, but surely it couldn't be that difficult playing the part of an ingénue secretary.    “It’s important.”  

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” he acknowledged.  He licked his lips before resuming his studies.   Now that he understood his mission he simply wanted to get on with it though he still had questions that needed answering.   

It was his mother who’d suggested that he apply to be an office boy at Lumina Cosmetics.  ‘Something to get you started if you’re not going to become an actor’, she’d said and ‘keep you occupied’, while he thought about getting ‘a proper job’ as she called it.   Even though he’d been rather ineffective in the mail room at Lumina –  ‘a liability’  as his supervisor put it when pleading with HR to transfer him to other duties  – Lumina management seemed to have spotted his potential and found him a place in their secretarial pool.   It was Lumina HR who’d sent him to Bergman & Knightley for training.

“We’ve had a disappointing downturn at a number of our key accounts,” continued Ms Bramley.  “We need to understand why.  There’s been a conspicuous drop at Lumina Cosmetics.  Fortunately they’ve sent you to us.   They used to take a B&K Boy from us every year but seem to have decided to go their own way this year.   We know from our customer database that both footfall and sales have declined amongst the Lumina ladies.   We’ve also seen fewer referrals to Fem-Me for any of their young gentlemen, although your presence shows they clearly still want some of our services.  That’s reassuring but overall it’s still very concerning.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” said Owen, taking a moment to draw breath.

“We know that B&K has been criticised for some of our sales techniques.   It’s been bad enough losing a portion of our make-over trade to Fem-Factory although fortunately our Creative Director, Andy Latex, seems to have smoothed out that relationship.  We can’t afford any more breakaways like Rhys Jenner setting up on their own.   They might not all be as amenable to Andy’s smooth tongue.  By the way, Owen, your technique is definitely improving.”  He lifted his head, expecting some respite, but could only grunt an appreciative acknowledgement before Ms Bramley’s hands pushed him back down.   “But there’s still opportunity for enhancement.   You may continue while I finish your briefing. Turning on again now….”

Owen resumed his lapping as the quiet buzzing resumed.  His whole body started to rock as the buzz became a rhythmical pulse.

“It’s possible customers like Lumina have grown frustrated by the selling techniques of some of our reps and want a change.  They’re clearly experimenting with the open market rather than being tied to Bergman and Knightley .  We can’t afford to lose our position as the market leader in fetish wear, feminisation and fembois.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” he gasped as he pulled back to gulp down some much needed air before being drawn back within her thighs.

“We need to understand whether it’s lack of technique of our more recent B&K Boys.   Have we been pushing them through the training programme too quickly?  Are they lacking sufficient practical experience leaving them deficient in the necessary skills, or have they been getting the wrong kind of experience?   It’s clear that lax discipline in our dormitories has left some highly proficient in certain areas and lacking in others.  We’ve received feedback that some of our recent B&K Boys have become rather lazy.  It can only be due to allowing them too much recreation time together.  For example, it’s quite obvious that you’ve been practising too much on your colleagues which is why you’ve needed this remedial coaching on one of the primary tasks of a B&K Boy.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley.”  How many times did she have to go over this?   It was bad enough knowing that the dormitory supervisor had reported him and Joshua to B&K Management.  He was still worried that reports might get back to Lumina HR.  Would they terminate his contract.   Or, worse, would B&K tell  his mother?   Whatever would she think if she found out that he’d been caught sucking another boy?  Not just sucking, but being skull-fucked with Josh’s cock wedged down his throat.  How could he explain to her that it had only started happening during his training course?

“I know deepthroating is a laudable skill, especially if you’re going to be in a household with an active husband or butler, or auctioned to a Master, but you can become too passive.  You need to be more active with ladies.  Remember your primary purpose!  Think what it was like when you sucked your first boyfriend.”   He was frustrated that she always said this: he’d never had a boyfriend.   He still hadn’t, even if he’d become friendly with the more dominant Boys in the dorm after coming to B&K for secretarial training.   “You’ll have licked, of course, but I’m sure your spent most of the time with your head bobbing up and down his shaft.   I know some of your friends in the dorm still yearn for the sensation of full penetration but just kneeling like you do when you have a cock down your throat isn't going to work when it comes to the ladies.  Understand?”

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” he panted between tongue probes.

She burbled on: “Or is it our sales range that has become tired?   Does it need a refresh or are there services that we’re failing to provide?  Is a new competitor stealing market share?   Stealing our ladies?  We need you to find this out for us, Owen.   I know you’re still an employee of Lumina Cosmetics but you’re now a B&K Boy.  You know where your loyalties lie as a Bergman Boy: once a B&K Boy, always a B&K Boy.  And you’re so nearly ready to graduate and go back to Lumina as their latest Office Sissy.   Ready, but not quite ready.”

Ms Bramley’s thighs released him.   He felt sweaty in his latex blouse and drained.  His face was drenched.  He licked his lips sweeping away the immediate moisture and savouring her musky secretions.   As he lifted himself and leaned against the arm of her chair, she crossed her legs to stop more of her juices flowing on to her already damp skirt. “Did I get it right that time?” he asked.

“Not quite.  It was good,” Ms Bramley said grudgingly, “but still not what I expect from a topflight B&K Boy.”  

“But I was getting hardly any thrust  that time.” 

“No. That was only 2.”  She held up her phone to show him the trace history.  “Back under you go and don’t worry, you will get the hang of it.  The BumbleBee has certainly helped you get the right rocking motion and we’ve dropped the setting right down from where we started.  Keep thinking about the pleasure you get from being spit-roast.”

But ….,” Owen stopped himself just in time.   How could he tell her that not only had he never been spit-roast, but that he was still a virgin?   A virgin down there and elsewhere although he had become used to wearing his BumbleBee during recent weeks of training.  Only his mouth had received an organic invasion.  He liked girls and was excited by them, but he’d never actually felt close enough to anyone to get more intimate or even ask.  This was the most active he’d ever been with a girl.  And this wasn’t a girl: this was a proper lady and he was only with her because she was a B&K instructor.  He’d never have the courage even to ask out a lovely lady like her, let alone ask for what he was doing now.   Until now, his little adventures in the B&K dorm had been his first proper experiences and they’d been with other boys.   

Ms Bramley ignored his tentative response.  Had she realised he was a virgin?  “It’s why we call the training technique ‘The Spit Roast’.  It gets B&K Boys back in the rhythm.  B&K Boys should only be passive in one way.  Have you ever been spit-roast, Owen?”  Was she just teasing him, he wondered?   She didn’t wait for him to answer, “Oh well, maybe you and your boyfriend will invite a friend to join you one day.   Anyway, the sensation of a Spit Roast ensures you meet the needs of both partners.   You’ll find it helpful if a Mistress ever wants to share you with her partner or her husband.  It’ll make sure you don't neglect her while you enjoy being fucked.”

“Let’s drop it down to 1 and see how you do.    If that works, we can try without the Bumblebee since B&K Boys don’t always wear their plug.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley,” said Owen feeling not just damp and bedraggled but distinctly out of place.

“And I think you should keep your glasses on.   I know it may feel a bit uncomfortable and unnatural wearing them down there, but you look so cute and innocent in them: as if butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth when all the time all you want is a clit or pussy lips.  Or, I guess in your case, a cock.”

“Yes, Ms Bramley.” Owen had to agree  He did like the way Ms Bramley responded to his attentions.   He liked the way she reacted to his licks and kisses and what started with the moisture of his tongue, turned into secreted droplets, and then into little rivulets of girl cum.  

“That reminds me, you need to practise keeping a stiff tongue if you’re going to rim your lady friends or your Master.”  Owen wondered what rimming meant although he could make a shrewd guess.   “We can try that when you’ve got it right at the front.   Any questions before we resume?” Ms Bramley asked.

“Ms Bramley, when am I going to start my secretarial training?   I’ve only got a few days left here and all I’ve done in the last seven weeks is learn how to dust and hoover, how to make beds, how fold sheets and iron.   I’m meant to be joining the secretarial pool at Lumina when I go back.   Apart from the uniform, anyone would think I’m training to be a maid rather than secretary.” 

“Don’t worry about that darling: they’re complementary skills.   Lumina said you were absolutely useless in your previous roles.   They’d like to keep it that way.   It’ll be part of your charm: an absolutely fucking useless secretary but a gorgeously fuckable Office Sissy.   You’ll be the most adorable office accessory.   What more could the ladies at Lumina want?  We’re making sure you’ll be attentive to all their needs and are equipped for any future career.   Now get down again.  Remember: tongue out as you go forward.   Suck hard as you go back.  And after we’ve tried rimming, I think you’ll deserve a little reward.  I don't want your knees getting carpet burn.  An Office Sissy doesn’t spend all their time below the desk; they also need to bend over the side or kneel on top.  As I said, we need to make sure you're gorgeously fuckable.”

2.Office Politics – Return to Sender

He was nervous about his return to Lumina.  He’d left Lumina Cosmetics as a Mail boy; he was returning as female boy.  He’d left Lumina Cosmetics as a shy, inexperienced young man; he was returning as a shy, inexperienced Office Sissy.  He’d left Lumina Cosmetics as a junior in the Mail Room; he was returning as a member of the Secretarial Pool working alongside other girls: girls he’d yearned for from afar when he’d been in the Mail Room.  Now he’d be close to them and yet be yearning for something else.    

He’d left as a Lumina employee; he was returning as a customer and user of Lumina Cosmetics: wearing make-up had become integral to his identity and who he was.   His nervousness was compounded at a deeper level by the changes that he’d gone through during his ‘secretarial’ training at Bergman and Knightley; he was returning as a fully ‘fledged’ B&K Boy.   On the one hand, he’d moved up the ladder at Lumina and would now have status as a member of the Secretarial Pool; one the other, he’d moved down.  He knew he was going to have to spend a lot of time on his knees.  He was also going to be carrying out undercover Market Research for Bergman and Knightley, whatever that might entail.  He’d been given no guidance.  He could hardly go up to a manager and ask why they weren’t shopping at B&K.   Not that he’d have the confidence to speak to them.   It didn’t help that he’d been instructed by his B&K instructors to be seen and not heard, to follow instructions and not ask questions. He was to do nothing to arouse suspicions.  His duty, as an Office Sissy, was to arouse other things.   How on earth could he find out what was going on if he couldn’t ask questions?    Still, the new outfit he was wearing was nice: far nicer than the unflattering khaki fatigues of a Mail boy.    

Things got off to a difficult start even before his return to work.  While he was being trained at B&K, there had been deliveries from Lumina to Owen’s home.   First to arrive had been a make-up case.  Although it had Owen’s name on it, his mother initially thought he was using his Lumina staff discount and had ordered a present for her.   Next to arrive was a dress: a black latex dress with cute white latex cuffs and bow.  Owen’s mother heart leapt: had her timid son acquired a girlfriend while he was away at the Secretarial Training School?  He’d probably be one of the few males on the course so he’d have the chance to mix and socialise with girls.  Deliveries of stockings, suspenders, and lingerie followed.   Owen was clearly moving fast.  She was starting to think that her only child was a bit of a dark horse.   And finally a pair of shoes had been delivered.   Not just any shoes: a pair of high heels.   Elegant black courts with a 5” heel.  Owen was definitely courting a very special girl.

There had been a tough discussion when he arrived home from the course on Sunday evening, ready to start work on Monday.   At first his mother hadn’t recognised the tall, pretty girl on her doorstep.   It wasn’t his new hair that she noticed first, nor his flowing auburn locks nor his new glasses that transformed his face.   It wasn’t his make-up although his intense carmine red lips were extraordinarily kissable.  It wasn’t his tight white sweater containing firm little breasts.  It was his pair of shiny, clingy black PVC pants and a pair of white platform heels.  The girl looked stunning.  It was only when he spoke that she realised it was her son.  She recoiled.   It was Owen, but he looked different.  So different.   Her boy had changed.   

They talked long into the evening.   Fortunately Ms Bramley and the ladies at B&K had prepared him for just this kind of conversation.  His mother’s initial reluctance slowly turned into acceptance and then recognition that this was the real Owen.  There were tears from both of them.   Her shy and rather inept boy would be much better as a girl.   The evening ended with her holding and hugging him.   This was Owen.   Her boy.   She’d be proud of him whatever he wanted to do, whatever he wanted to be.

Monday morning brought similar worries although it started well with his mother helping him check that his make-up was flawless and his dress properly polished.  Mummy paid for a taxi to take him to the Lumina offices for his Return to Work interview with HR.   She didn’t want him going on public transport in a dress and high heels.   What would people think?  A black latex dress at eight-thirty in the morning?  Fine if he were going clubbing but for work?

Fortunately his appointment was after the normal start time at Lumina and the street outside the offices was relatively quiet.  After paying the driver, Owen’s tight pencil skirt reminded him of his lessons at B&K about getting out of a vehicle: keep your knees and ankles together before pivoting in the car seat and swinging both feet out.  He stood tall in his heels as he smoothed and straightened his skirt and appraised the scene: a glass and concrete edifice that was going to be his work home for the foreseeable future.  He clenched his buttocks and felt his buttplug rise slightly inside him.  He stood tall in the way B&K recommended in their B&K Boy posture guidelines.  He was ready.

He navigated the revolving  doors and tried to stride with confidence across the atrium.  He found to his dismay that the security gate couldn’t identify him.  Facial recognition wouldn’t work for him.  He was going to have to check in at Reception.   Val on the Reception Desk didn’t recognise him either.   She’d joined Lumina at the same time as him.  She’d obviously been promoted while he’d been away.  “Who are you here to see, Miss?” Val asked.

Owen was confused.   Miss!  Miss?   Surely Val recognised him.   “It’s me, Val.   It’s Owen.”

“Owen.   We used to have an Owen here.  Used to be on the Mail.”

“Yes, Val, that’s me.  Owen Peters.”

“Goodness, Owen!   Is it you?   I thought I hadn’t seen you in a while.  I thought you’d left or been sacked.   You’ve changed.   Are you here to see someone?”

“I’m still working here.   I’m joining the Secretarial Pool,” he said with a sense of pride.   “I’m the new Office Sissy,” he added with rather less pride though he was now prepared to accept the title.   Ms Bramley had made sure his sissyhood had been hammered into him hard during his final days at B&K.  What she started, she let Geoffrey finish.  He had to fully accept the thrust of their argument: he was a Sissy.   He was a true B&K Boy.  Or should that be B&K Sissy?   They’d moulded him.  Moulded him to fit.   A few sessions with Geoffrey had left him a total sissy with sissy cravings, although he hadn’t quite gone into all that detail with Mummy last night.   “I’ve got an appointment with HR at nine-fifteen for my Return to Work Interview and Induction.”

“A Sissy?  Oh well, I always thought you were a bit different, Owen, but you do look nice.  If you can take a seat in the waiting area, I’ll ring up and get someone to meet you.  I guess they didn’t bother to inform me since you’re not a new starter.   They’ll need to sort out your access pass but in the meantime I’ll let you have a Visitor Pass for today.”

Owen went over to the sofas.   While trying to thumb nonchalantly through a copy of Elle, he was surprised by the admiring looks staff and visitors kept giving him as they passed through the atrium.   He thought he might get some male admirers but it was the ladies too.   All the ladies.  Why had none of them looked at him like that when he was a Mail Boy?  He’d never merited a second glance back then.  What was different now?  

After ten minutes, a lady with slicked back blonde hair wearinga cream trouser suit came out through the turnstiles.  He recognised her as being someone senior in HR.   Owen gulped.  She’d been on the interview panel when he’d been recruited.   He’d quite fancied her.   She might be older than him but she was still a very attractive lady   She looked at him briefly before breezing across to speak to Val.   The two chatted while they looked at him.   Val beckoned to him.  Owen stood and felt the full weight of his jewelled metal buttplug.  Why did ladies have to admire him now when he was wearing a buttplug?    What would they think of him if they knew he was wearing the hallmark of a trained B&K Boy.  “This is Owen, Ms Halliday,” said Val, “ready for his Induction.”

“Thank you, I’ll take him up to HR.  We’ll do his photos and issue him with a new Security ID. It’s not really surprising that the system didn’t recognise him after a couple of months secretarial training.”   Val sniggered.

As Val turned to attended to other visitors, Ms Halliday put her hand on Owen’s arm.   “I don’t know whether you remember me, Owen.   I was involved in your recruitment.

Owen mumbled, “Yes, Ms Halliday.”   He couldn’t believe that such an important lady was speaking to him.  He could feel the warmth of her hand.   He wasn't used to this.  He may have been trained by Ms Bramley but he wasn’t used to a tender touch, least of all from an attractive, important lady.   Close proximity with a lady like this was exciting.  He averted his eyes trying to stay calm.  He was wondering whether he should have accepted one of those devices that B&K had offered.   At the time, he’d thought it would be too much, and he had no idea who would hold his key.   Perhaps he should ring up B&K and ask for one: Ms Halliday would make such an appropriate key holder but he was getting ahead of himself or at least part of him was.   He was glad he was wearing tight latex panties.

“I was responsible for you getting the job.  I was the only one to spot your talent, admittedly latent talent.”  She gave him a brief sideways look and continued, “I think I’ve been proved right.”   Owen’s heart and more began to swell with pride before she added, “Well Owen, are you still as fucking useless as when you worked here before?  I do hope so.”   She knew how to deflate a boy.

Owen didn’t need to use the Visitor Pass that Val had issued.   With a nod to Ms Halliday, the Security Guard waved them through one of the larger gates.  Ms Halliday took his hand and led him towards the lifts.   She was actually holding his hand!   Maybe, this wasn’t going to be so bad.

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