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From the B&K  Bumble Bee™ Owner's Manual:

B&K  Home Care

When your B&K  Boy first tries wearing a B&K  Bumble Bee™, it is quite usual for all involved to get rather over-excited. Often it's not the fault of the B&K  Boy. Rather, it's the B&K  Boy's Auntie or Owner who wants to step things on too quickly. Sadly accidents can easily happen in these circumstances causing unwanted (and 1unwarranted) distress.  (See Figure 1*.)

*Figure 1: A new B&K   Bumble Bee™ owner takes her B&K   Boy too rapidly through the settings. That upholstery is not going to clean itself!   (SAFETY ADVISORY:  Starting  your B&K   Bumble Bee™ on the 10 setting is not recommended.)

When first starting with the B&K  Bumble Bee™, it is wise to seek the assistance of B&K  Home Care. Taking out B&K  Home Care (£125 plus VAT) may feel like an unnecessary expense on top of the purchase price of your B&K  Bumble Bee™ but it provides lifetime benefits.  B&K  Home Care provides a fully integrated service: from home delivery of your B&K  Bumble Bee™ (far less embarrassing than having a courier delivery) to commissioning and use.  A B&K  Home Care representative will take you through the fitting procedure from instructions on use, showing you how to prep and lube your boy, insert, and guide you through the control panel settings to first orgasm.  (See Figure 2*.)   

*Figure 2: B&K  Home Care representatives visit Mrs Castle to deliver, fit and commission a new B&K   Bumble Bee™ in Robert, her B&K   Boy.   Note how Gisette steadies Robert as Mrs Castle starts to ramp up the levels, while her colleague Pavette (a former B&K  Boy herself) monitors and is able to override if necessary.

Our B&K  Home Care representatives will also show how to maintain and care for your B&K  Bumble Bee™ to ensure it provides hours of pleasure for you and  your B&K  Boy.   By the time the B&K  Home Care representatives leave, you’ll have the reassurance that you have complete control of your B&K  Boy from 0 to 10.

It is tempting for purchasers to go for an over-sized B&K  Bumble Bee™.  This is not only impractical but can cause pain, distress and potential damage if fitting is attempted; it often leads to the Bumble Bee™ either being 2discarded or confined to personal vaginal use by the owner.    Similarly an under-sized Bumble Bee™ will not only fail to achieve its desired effects but can too easily cause embarrassing accidents through drop-outs.   While use of a harness retainer is a possible solution, it is inelegant and will upset the lines of your B&K  Boy's 2panties (if worn), dress or pants (trousers).   Skilled B&K  Home Care personnel will ensure an appropriately sized B&K  Bumble Bee™ is just the right snug fit in your B&K  Boy.  He will feel satisfyingly full, with constant pressure against his prostate to ensure continuous stimulation even when his B&K  Bumble Bee™ is inactive.

A feature of B&K  Home Care is that in the likely event that your B&K  Boy stretches to more readily accommodate his B&K  Bumble Bee™ and you have concerns about looseness, a quick call will summon B&K  Home Care to check the sizing and fit a 4replacement larger model at no extra cost.  This is part of the B&K  Home Care Lifetime Guarantee. Similarly, should the batteries in your B&K   Bumble Bee™ start to fade, B&K  Home Care will come and fit replacements before careful reinsertion in your B&K  Boy.  B&K  Home Care will also replace the batteries in your B&K   Bumble Bee™ controller at no cost.   

No call out charges apply for the services of B&K   Home Care. If you have problems, simply call our B&K  Home Care Helpline, available 24/7.  You will always be able to speak to one of our Customer Service representatives rather than a bot: at B&K   , we still believe in the human touch.   And you don't even need to be at home to access these services.    B&K   Home Care will visit anywhere in the UK.   If you are overseas, you can use our B&K   Home Care International Freephone Helpline.   B&K  Home Care will either use a local agent or provide 24h courier service to ensure replacement batteries, replacement device or controller are delivered directly to you.

Remember "There's no sweeter way to show your love, than with an Iddy, Biddy Bumble Bee."    Taking out B&K  Home Care gives you the reassurance you need about your B&K  Bumble Bee™ to be sure your B&K  Boy is always plugged and on edge whenever and wherever you want.  

Get peace of mind with B&K   Home Care.   Clever purchaser.   Clever B&K .

NOTE:

Any damage arising from leakages, spillages or tears resulting from wear of the B&K  Bumble Bee™ is entirely at the Owner's Risk and not covered by your B&K  Bumble Bee™ Guarantee.   Carpet cleaning is specifically not covered.

Your B&K  Bumble Bee™ may be returned to B&K  for secure, safe, environmentally friendly disposal.  Refunds on your B&K  Bumble Bee™ are not possible once the packaging has been opened since your device may have been worn.

Wearing panties with the B&K   Bumble Bee™ is not recommended when your B&K   Boy is wearing a dress.  An uncovered, open bottom will ensure that your B&K  Boy has the sensation of being constantly and comfortably penetrated while wearing his B&K   Bumble Bee™ and - standing, sitting or lying down but especially standing – will make him much more receptive for those special moments that matter so much to you both.

B&K   Home Care Lifetime Guarantee feature.  (Please note: Ten year limit on B&K  Home Care.   After ten years your B&K  Bumble Bee™, while still providing pleasure, will have been superseded by newer models.   Spares will no longer be manufactured.)

Regrettably malfunctions do occasionally occur with the B&K  Bumble Bee™.   Fortunately these are rare due to the efforts of the B&K  Design Team, but do arise given the hot, moist, confined environment in which the B&K  Bumble Bee™ is expected to operate.   

*With thanks to AndyLatex, B&K’s official photographer and artist for use of these images.

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Hi Everyone

Happy Wednesday my Friends

Some of you have asked where you can send your favourite Christeen pics for Fridays. Well just email me at sweetandylatex@gmail.com and I'll post what I can.

Thank you XXX

Now here are a few treats to see you all over that midweek hump. 

XXX

First off, Happy Birthday Blog legend Amanda Holden, get this, she is 55, I mean that is insane ,she is amazing.

I am a great lover of winter sports having had lots of chance to ski when I lived in France,So watching the olympics has been fun,especially when in the hands of the adorable, 4 times olympian, Chemmy Alcott.

How do we move on from that, well we can always rely on Kitka to take us out of this world to where Mars Needs Sissies.

Loving those, Thanks Kit   XX

 (as mentioned by Kitka, see this ain't just thrown together)  

in a gorgeous brown leather skirt, complete with thigh high slit,

 something told me that I needed to take a wee peak through the shiny lens at a couple of recently released pics of my favourite Breakfast presenter and yep, I was right. 

There is a giddiness about Sally in the first one that makes her excited disbelief at wearing latex clear 

Here is comes folks. 

The final part ( Only for now we hope) of Mistress LeatherBeths brilliantly imaginative story of Village life.

 This is superb and I thank Mistress Leather Beth for her time and talents.

Read On

More Fun In The Village

Chapter 5

Mayfield was famously partial to Polo mints, to the extent that Mr Choudhury made sure that he kept the village shop well stocked up at all times. However, Mayfield had overlooked to make a purchase during his earlier visit to the shop, and was strolling back in that direction to ensure that he didn’t run out. It then dawned on him that he hadn’t received any messages so far today.

At the moment that Mr Choudhury saw him approaching, and picked up a ten pack in readiness, he noticed Mayfield stop and withdraw his phone from his inside pocket. He then began tapping briskly. There it was. Settings, notifications. Somehow, the switch had toggled into the off position. Tap. A couple of seconds later the first ‘ting’ rang out, drawing his attention to a message from Alice on the Parish WhatsApp group. Prayers were solicited for Mayfield, and everyone was informed that she would be taking services until further notice. The coming Sunday’s scripture readings were listed. Alice was so efficient. Mayfield couldn’t help thinking that promotion to her own Parish would come quite soon. She hadn’t been to visit him yet, but the work she’d done was just as valuable. She’d be along in the next few hours.

Mr Choudhury stepped outside and wrapped Mayfield’s free hand around the Polos. He liked Mayfield. Everyone liked Mayfield, even the small number who’d expected him to condemn Andy - and they’d now seen the error of their ways. Mayfield tried to locate the pocket containing his small change with his third hand, but Mr Choudhury, with wave and head shake, made it clear that the Polos were on the house.

“The least I can do in your predicament,” he said.

Mayfield barely had time to express his thanks; he realised that messages and texts were accumulating. The next was from Bishop Karen who, in addition to her version of all the kind words that were pouring in, was advising him that he needn’t, for the time being, worry about the committee he was due to vice-chair.

Almost everyone in the village, attending or otherwise, was being very kind electronically. Mayfield was close to being overwhelmed.

Back at the Hall Jane and Siobhan were enjoying pre-lunch glasses of Pinot Grigio when Jane had a light bulb moment, and left the room. It only took her a couple of minutes to locate Martina and Jessica in the Kitchen. The snogging was quite heavy, but it Was merely snogging.

“Martina, dear,” she said, “it’s occurred to me that you should pop home as soon as possible and collect your bag, complete with all your ‘special’ items. The sooner we get you set up here at the Hall, the better.”

“I’d need a lift, Lady Jane,” said Martina, “as well as clearing matters with Derek.”

“Indeed. I’ll speak to Derek. But Siobhan and I have had, shall we say, a little wine tasting session here, so I don’t think that she or I are in a proper state, and Tori said something about she and Jessica popping back to Mayfield Court for their luggage. I’ll see if Kat can do us a favour.”

Jane reached for her phone. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause.

“Hello.”

“Hello. Kat? It’s Jane. I was wondering if you could do us a favour.”

“If I can.”

“It’s Martin. I know that nothing happening in the village escapes you, so you’ll be aware that he’ll be staying with us for a few weeks, and we’ll be helping with his feminisation. We were looking for someone to take him home this afternoon to help pick up his bag, his make up, lingerie, etc.”

“I’m sorry, Jane, but I’ve just started my shift. But Jojo isn’t on duty. I’m sure she’d be happy to help.”

“Really?” said Jane. “I didn’t realise that Jojo could drive.”

“Oh, yes. She passed her test a couple of weeks ago.”

“Do give her my congratulations,” said Jane. “Anyway, it’s a twenty minute journey roughly, so if she can pick Martin up from here at the Hall in about a quarter of an hour, we should be fine.”

“No problem,” said Kat, and hung up.

At that moment Martin returned from clearing matters with Derek.

“Right,” Jane said, “Jojo will pick you up in a quarter of an hour.”

Martina nodded, and then rang his mother.

“How are you, dear,” she said as she answered the phone.

Martina explained about having to stay in the village for two or three weeks. She then paused before saying, “Mum, I’ll need my blue bag as well.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” said his mother.

Still wearing his work clothes, Martin was quite nervous as he approached the Nissan.

Jojo leaned across and unlocked the passenger door, and as it opened, Martin feasted on the site of Jojo’s pants, smooth, tight, glossy black leather (with a hint of camel toe?), together with her Juvia Drama Queen lipstick, Charlotte Tilbury chocolate bronze shadow and combat boots. 

“How are you doing, Martina?” asked Jojo.

“Erm, yes, thanks, yes,” said Martina. “Good.”

“Relax,” smiled Jojo, “we’re all girls together. By the way, how long have you been a femboi?”

”Me? Oh, er, I was fifteen when my mother caught me in her baby blue satin lingerie.”

“Her reaction?”

“It was weird. The word she used was delighted!”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” said Jojo, “it’s always lovely when Mummy is happy when her son wants to be her daughter. I was lucky in that way, too.”

“And your girlfriend? I hear she’s quite popular in the village.”

“Kat? O, yes. Everyone loves her. And she’s the best thing that could have happened to me. And the feeling’s mutual. How about you?”

“Me? Oh, well, in the last few hours I seem to have acquired Jessica, and she’s acquired a need for my cock.”

“Really? Do fill me in.”

And with that, Jojo and Martina settled into a fem-boi-girl chat as they proceeded on their way to pick up Martin’s luggage and Martina’s equipment.

As the Nissan was leaving for Martin’s house, Tori was speaking to Jessica.

“Jessica, dear, if we’re going to stay here for several days, helping to care for my brother, we’re going to need to expand our wardrobe, etc. I’ve phoned Mrs Tucker and let her know what we’ll need. She’ll pack for us and have it ready, so the round trip to Mayfield Court will only take a little more than a couple of hours. It’ll be OK. I’ve not had a drink, and in Martina’s absence it’s not as though you’ll have a ‘playmate’ until she’s back. You’ll need to stay here as I’ll be strapping luggage behind me. So here,” she said, handing over a box to Jessica, “you can have a session of dildo fun.” 

With that, some ten minutes later, the Royal Enfield was heading north at a good lick.

All this time, Andy and Will had been indulging in a little afternoon delight. Will asked Andy, “have you had any ideas of how to help Martina?”

“Nothing specific,” said Andy. “I was hoping that Kerry might have one of two ideas. She’s still at the Grange, so we could get her to come round when she’s finished her meeting with George Cooper.”

“Good thinking, said Andy. I’ll ring her.”

“Tap. Tap. Tap, Click.”

“Thith ith the Grange. May I be of athithtanth?”

“Belinda? It’s Andy. Is Kerry still with you? We’d rather like a chat with her.”

“Ah, good afternoon, Mitth Andy. I’ll path on a methage. We’ll be finithing our dithcouthionth in a few minuteth. The thaid the would be returning to the Hall thith afternoon, tho the thould be with you in a half hour or tho.”

“Thank you very much, Belinda,” said Andy, “and give our regards to Lady Magdalena.”

“You’re motht welcome, Mith.”

Siobhan ended the call, and began thinking. Misty (Nurse Emma Carter)’s call had been quite emotional. Misty desperately wanted to continue to be a ponygirl. Her enthusiasm for ponyplay was borderline extreme. Siobhan’s explanation that the stables’ landlord was a close crony of Clive Horrabin, and would be unwilling to give Siobhan, or any woman, access to the Stables premises, or the slightest possibility to take over, simply didn’t register with Misty. Siobhan was at a loss.

The Nissan pulled up outside Martina’s house. As Martina was getting out, Jojo was surprised to be invited inside.

“Mum!”

A blonde Milf in a classy a-line burgundy leather skirt descended the stairs.

“Martina, dear,” she said.

Martina turned to Jojo. “This is my Mum, Laura. Mum, this is Jojo. She lives in the village where I’ll be staying for work for the next two or three weeks.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Jojo. And we’re very grateful to you and everyone else who’s helping Martina to achieve her ambition.”

“Our pleasure,” said Jojo.

Martina picked up a small suitcase and a large holdall from behind the front door and, after a hug from his Mother, she and Jojo returned to the Nissan, and they set off back. It had been a long day, and it was past meal time.

A couple of minutes later he received another text, this one from Tori. Apparently the regular odd job man, who dealt with maintenance at Mayfield Court, had handed in his notice, and Mrs Tucker (apparently Tori’s Housekeeper) was enquiring about advertising the vacancy. Tori had wondered whether Martina might be interested, and had pointed out that it might regularly involve working alongside Jessica. ‘What should I do?’, wondered Martina.

A couple of minutes later, Martin received a text from Derek. Apparently the dehumidifiers had been delivered to the vicarage. Derek’s message proceeded to give Martin the necessary instructions. These seemed quite straightforward, and Martin looked forward to plenty of time as Martina, and fun with Jessica.

“Auntie,” said Andy, “can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Andy dear,” she replied. “What is it about?”

“It’s to do with Mayfield,” said Andy.

“What about Mayfield?”

“Are you and he ever going to get together? It’s quite obvious that he’s besotted, and we all know how fond you are of him.”

“Andy! That’s rather personal!”

“Have a word with Kat, then. Several weeks ago, she spoke to Mayfield on the same subject.”

“Really?”

“Yes. So, what are you going do? Anything?”

“Andy. This isn’t like you.”

A sheepish Andy replied, “It just seems such a waste, for both of you.”

Jane stood up and strode around the room for a couple of minutes before saying, “Andy, you have to understand. Mayfield is such a quiet, private, shy individual. For me to go steaming in would be the worst possible course of action.”

“So that means never?” asked Andy.

“Never say never,” said Jane.

So there, for the time being, we are.

Will Chloë return to her job at HotHouse, or become a full time dungeon resident?

What ideas, if any, will Andy and Kerry come up with for Martina? 

Will Siobhan find a way around the problem of ponygirl misogyny?

Does Martina take the job?

How will the vicarage repairs come along?

And the number one question. What happens with Jane and Mayfield?

Maybe some (all?) of these questions will be answered sooner rather than later...............

To be continued WE HOPE

XXX

Andy

Now for the next 2 chapters of Mistress Leather Beth's Awesome story 

                                 More Fun In The Village

Chapter 3

Let’s have a look around the village, with its many kinky (or otherwise) inhabitants and visitors.

The Queen Bee is, of course, Jane. For as long as anyone can remember, her taste, her style, has been smooth. Smooth and slick. Smooth and slick and shiny. The tightest, the highest, the glossiest. For the longest time she has indulged her own particular taste. Maybe not even a specifically kinky taste. Just… Jane’s.

Then we have our dear, sweet Andy. So happy nowadays as the girl that his dear aunt has always known him to be. And so very sexy. And so very lucky to have Will to provide satisfaction. To both of them. Will’s pride in having Andy as his girlfriend was there for all to see.

Will had always assumed that he was straight. But what’s a guy to do when he discovers that his best friend is the prettiest, sexiest girl he’s ever seen? A couple of adjustments to his sexual technique were more than worth it.

Kat and Jojo are a delightfully odd couple. Before meeting Jojo, Kat would have happily slept with either sex, or anyone in between. But now, with Jojo, she has every variation in one. Bisexual. Femme but not sissy, with some interesting kinks. A perfect couple. Carmel is so happy as well.

Then the Coopers. We discussed George back in ‘The Extravaganza’ (Chap. 3). “(Jane saw) a pubescent George Cooper poring over photos of Cathy Gale and Emma Peel, the odd edition of Atomage, (or even Miss Sadie Stern’s Monthly); she saw how a strong lady in leather might become a young man’s ideal female, one for whom he would happily do anything (suffer anything?). Then, years later, he meets Izzy and, to his total joy, she accepts his service.”

As for Izzy (Lady Magdalena), she had met Lois Watkins (Madame Stella), on their second day at University, and they’d immediately hit it off. Stella was a few months older, and had already taken a gap year, setting up as a Professional; while Izzy had long been aware that her destiny involved making men squirm, blush and cry. The pair had set themselves up as the Uni’s in-house Dommes (even if only semi-pro). In due course they’d graduated, Stella to the life of a jet-setting Cruella, while Izzy turned her degree into a well paid job with an up and coming businessman, George Cooper. But the friends had always kept in touch, and were now back in tandem.

And what can we say about Polly Evans? One doesn’t like to bandy a lady’s age, so let’s just say that, back when Jane was still at school with Nats and Millicent, Polly was already something of a celebrity in bondage video circles, especially among those for whom ‘knots mean orgasms’.

Chloë had been a slut for as long as she could remember. Laura, her mother, had combined ‘the talk’ with a heavy dose of encouragement, and Chloë had become an even more serious slut, of whom a certain type of mother could be proud. So Laura had been very surprised when Chloë had returned from her gap year after barely a month. The idea had been to go fucking round the Far East with Kat’s sister and cousin. But instead, she’d returned with some weird tale of excessive amounts of sex. As If. Laura had left off enquiring until Chloë had got the HotHouse job, with its access to vast amounts of kink, then one evening she’d sat her daughter down and asked what was wrong. After a few seconds silence she’d opened her laptop and started a video of a submissive girl in a dungeon.

“Your ambition?” asked Laura? Chloë, staring at the floor, had nodded. “Then we’ll have to see what can be arranged,” said Laura.

A few days later Laura had found herself chatting online to Master Karl and Mistress Debbie.

Jeremy Fortescue-Maltravers, 8th Earl of Harrogate, had always known, deep down, that his mother, the Dowager Countess, would rather have had a daughter than a son. He was still unsure as to how she got to hear of The Sisterhood, or to make the booking for their Open Weekend. He hadn’t really fancied the prospect, when he’d heard it being explained to his mother, that he had all the potential to be pretty, effeminate and submissive. But that had all changed when Madame Kane began his first makeup tutorial. Suddenly he had a gorgeous complexion, glossy crimson lips, beautiful cheekbones and sultry eyes. His mother was visibly moved. Then he was fitted with his plug, black latex maid’s dress and his 8cm heels. To his delight, he walked in them with ease. He was then taken to another room, where Madame selected a swishy cane, bent him over and raised his skirt, exhibiting his pink latex panties, which she lowered. Jeremy looked pleadingly at his mother, who merely smiled and encouraged him to be a good girl. Swish, and the first stroke landed. Jeremy bit his tongue and ground his teeth. But by the third stroke he had relaxed considerably. When Mistress told him to rise after the tenth stroke, he found himself thanking her. By the time he and his mother returned home to Knaresborough Castle a few hours later, it had already been decided that it would be as Jessica that he would return in ten days’ time to undergo maid training and full scale feminisation to include, in due course, C cup implants.

Kerry’s story was told in Chapter 2 of “The Spy Who Came Into The Pavilion, and Baby Diddum’s in Chapter 3 of The Extravaganza.”

And I bet everyone’s forgotten Budgie Anderson’s enthusiasm for a regular session in a vac bed.

Tori? As yet, nobody is sure as to her long term reaction to the death of her fiancé a couple of weeks before the wedding; sudden heart failure. It was a few years ago now, but Mayfield and other members of the family still noticed her periodic, if occasional, bouts of depression. Maybe the Royal Enfield 650 and Jessica were Tori finally taking the advice she’d often been given, to ‘loosen up’.

Martin? Just a classic example of a teenage boy attracted to the pleasures of dressing, he had been caught by his mother. But instead of tears and anger, there was encouragement, pride even. Martina would qualify as a ‘handsome’ girl. Not beautiful, like Andy or Jessica. Not hot, like Kerry. But definitely more than just passable (as well as being very well hung).

“MARTIN! yelled Derek, the foreman, as the convoy arrived back at the vicarage. “Where the heck (for the benefit of Mayfield) have you been?” Derek had seen enough vicars in this job to be able to spot one a mile off.

“Sorry, Derek, but you did ask me to get the key from the vicar.”

“You weren’t supposed to spend half the day on it,” said Derek, attempting, without staring, to get a good eyeful of the two ladies with whom Martin had shared the bike, although the entire return round trip had taken a mere thirty seconds.

“Well, here it is,” said Martin, handing over the key.

“Just as well we had an external inspection to perform. Otherwise I’d have had to explain to the gaffer what the flip we’d been doing all day.”

“Erm,” said Mayfield, “is it safe to take a look round the inside?”

“Well”, said Derek, “now that we have access, just let me get my blokes to give it a quick safety check, and I don’t see why not.”

While they were waiting, Kerry strolled over to Andy. “Can I have a word?”

“Is it about Martin?”

“So, you’ve noticed?”

“Well, you know what they say. It takes one to know one,” said Andy.

“Excuse me,” said Will, “but what are you two on about?”

The fembois glanced at each other and giggled.

“Sorry, Will, but you don’t have our advantage,” smiled Andy.

Will frowned and tried his serious face. “Please. Explain.”

Another glance. “OK,” said Andy. “It’s Martin over there.” 

“What about him?” asked Will.

“He’s a femboi.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you two would know, I suppose,” he replied.

“But I suspect he’s not very experienced,” said Andy.

“Exactly,” agreed Kerry.

“So are you two planning to offer help,” asked Will.

“I’d like to, but I can’t see how it’s going to be practical,” said Kerry. Andy nodded.

A short time later, Martin distributed hard hats and hi-viz jackets while Derek explained that, for safety considerations, only the ground floor was accessible. Everyone trooped inside, and soon there were gasps of “Ooh,” and “Ah” and “Aww” as people pointed out, and commented on, the holes in the ceiling, the squelchy carpet, the numerous damp patches and all the other signs of the considerable damage inflicted by the deluge.

To be fair, people’s curiosity was quickly replaced by feelings of sadness at Mayfield’s predicament, and they withdrew after just a few minutes.

Mayfield was plainly upset, and took himself off to Choudhury’s for a packet of chocolate digestives, as much for the exercise as for needing to shop. It was Jane who spoke up. “What happens next?” she asked.

“Well,” said Derek, “before we can even begin to think about repairs, the whole building needs to be completely dried out. We’re looking at using nine, maybe ten dehumidifying units, and we’ll be needing to take readings at least twice a day, which will involve a member of the team spending a good few hours a day travelling to and from the depot. The procedure will take at least three weeks.”

Will had a lightbulb moment. “It seems to me that a resident reading taker would be a good idea, just sending you regular texts. Oo, I’ve just had a thought. Do you think you could spare Martin? I’m sure we could find room for him.”

He glanced across at Jane and gave her a subtle nod. She trusted Will well enough to immediately say “What a good idea. Would that be OK with you, Martin?”

Martin’s first reaction was to glance across at Jessica, before stuttering, “If…, if it’s OK with Derek…”

“Actually,” said Derek, “that would work quite well.”

“Good,” said Jane. “Martin can pack himself a bag when he pops home later today, and we’ll pick could him up at an agreed rendezvous. I imagine he’ll be here by the time the equipment arrives in the morning. And then, later on today, I was thinking that we might stroll down to The Beeches and welcome our new neighbour to the village.”

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More Fun In The Village

Chapter 4

Jane and Tori had waited until Martin had disappeared round the back of the vicarage and started some little job requiring the use of a wheelbarrow. Then Jane had said, “Andy. Will. Kerry. A word please, if you wouldn’t mind.”

The three had gathered round, expecting a stern talking to. “Is there something you want to tell us?” she’d asked.

“Erm, well, Auntie…,” said Andy.

“It’s just that…,” said Will.

It was Kerry who went straight to the point. “Martin is an inexperienced femboy, and we’re looking for ways to help.”

“Thank you, Kerry, dear. I wondered how long it would take you all to notice.”

“You mean you’d spotted him?”

“Of course,” said Jane, rolling her eyes slightly.

“And you are OK with him staying with us?”

“Oh, yes. It’s a very good idea. I take it that you’ve spoken to Jessica.”

“Jessica?” asked Andy.

“You’ve not noticed their ‘connection’?”

“Connection?”

“Just watch them together,” said Jane.

“Shall I go and find her?” asked Tori.

“I have a few little things to do,” said Jane. “Shall we say in the kitchen back at the hall, in twenty minutes?”

“We’ll all meet there, then.” Jane got into Matilda and set off towards the Hall while Andy and Will, holding hands, began the stroll back to The Hall, and Tori got on the Royal Enfield and set off to pick up Mayfield from Choudhury’s.

“Wait a minute,” said Jessica, “you’re overlooking something.”

With that, she peeled down her latex panties for the second time that morning and bent over.

“Sorry? What? Oh, I see”, said Martina. And thirty seconds later, Jessica was de-plugged.

It was some ten minutes later that Tori, having deposited Mayfield in Jane’s care, reappeared and set off to locate Jessica. She walked around the back of the house to check on whether she was ogling Martin but could see neither of them. She then widened her search. A couple of hundred yards away, in the direction of the village, she realised that the sounds coming through the hedge from a neighbouring field were almost drowning out the birdsong. She reached a small gate providing access to the field, and that is where she found Martin balls deep inside Jessica, who was leaning, whimpering against an oak tree. Martin’s piston-like movements made the extent of his endowment quite clear.

During her time as a Sisterhood trainee several Mistresses had introduced Jessica to the pleasures of the strap on, but this was a quite different pleasure. Martina was plainly a femboy or sissy, yet he was also very well hung, with a taste for ass. She thought to herself, ‘Oh, I could quite enjoy being the kinky slut he uses for experimentation’, before the seeing-to that she was receiving from Martina began to swirl round her brain and slowly bring her to orgasm.

For Martin, this was almost unbelievable. From being a somewhat effeminate, if well hung, virgin with a collection of kinks, he suddenly seemed to have a gorgeous girlfriend who was at least as kinky as him.

Tori watched, fascinated. As he came, Martina seemed to penetrate even deeper, before withdrawing. The pair finally wound up enjoying a deep kiss which displayed obvious affection. Then, as Martin knelt down behind Jessica and began to clean her out with his tongue, Tori called over, “OK! you two, be in the kitchen at the Hall in no more than ten minutes!”

By the time the two had got over their shock and panic, Tori was already approaching the Hall’s front door.

“Are they on their way?” asked Jane.

“They will be when they’ve ‘uncoupled,’ said Tori, meaningfully.

“You mean they were…?” asked Jane.

“Very much so,” grinned Tori.

Jane raised the eyebrow, whilst Andy, Will and Kerry – sat at the kitchen table over a plate of Andy’s flapjacks - made it plain by their expressions that they were, shall we say, a little taken aback.

It was a couple of minutes later that the breathless couple appeared in the kitchen.

“Oh, Miss Tori, Lady Jane, we’re so sorry. We didn’t mean to, you know, but we got overtaken by, you know…,” stuttered Jessica.

Once again, Jane’s expressive eyebrow came into play. “Jessica, dear, that’s not why you’ve been summoned. The pair of you, sit down.”

Jessica: “?”

Jane turned to Martin. “Martina, dear, would you describe yourself as a sissy? A femboy? Oh, don’t look so surprised. It’s quite obvious.”

“Aunt Jane recognised my femininity long before I acknowledged it,” said Andy.

“And my mother gave me her total support from the first time she caught me in heels,” added Kerry.

Martina’s chin dropped far enough to exhibit her tonsils. It had never occurred to her that Andy and Kerry were anything other than very attractive young women and, without Jessica’s earlier ‘display’, she would have included her in the same category.

“I don’t know what to say,” croaked Martina.

“There’s nothing to say,” said Jane. “Just be aware that anyone who wishes to be femme is both welcome and encouraged in this house. I’m sure that Jessica will be more than pleased to keep you company.”

“Thank you,” they said.

“Now,” said Kerry, “our plan is to help Martin to be the best Martina she can. If that’s OK with you.”

“That would be wonderful,” said Martin.

“Good,” said Jane, “my first suggestion is that Tori gives Jessica a maintenance caning, so that Martina can see what she’s letting herself in for in that area. Would a good strapping suit you, Martina, dear?”

Martina could only manage a vigorous nod.

“My second suggestion is that Andy, Jessica and Kerry then take Martina upstairs and check her make up skills. As the instigators of this enterprise, I’m sure that they’ll be more than happy. I’m right?”

This time it was Andy and Kerry’s turn to nod.

“In the meantime we’ll drop in at The Beeches and make our new neighbour welcome.”

Jane’s biker didn’t quite match her Freddys but, as far as she was concerned, that was its problem. To Jane, she was ideally dressed. She picked up Jessica’s helmet and she and Tori walked outside. They climbed aboard the Royal Enfield and set off on the short journey to The Beeches.

The removal men were transferring the last few items from the van to the house as Jane simultaneously knocked on the door and rang the bell. It took a few seconds for a figure to appear and Jane was just about to introduce herself when her new neighbour said, “Why, Jane, how lovely to see you again.”

Jane’s initial reaction was shock. “Siobhan? Is that you? You’re moving into The Beeches?”

“I am indeed. How is your friend, the vicar? Fully recovered?”

“Recovered?” asked Tori. “Sorry, is it Mayfield we’re talking about?”

“Siobhan, this is Tori, Mayfield’s sister.”

“Yes,” said Siobhan. “I was at an event in the village a couple of weeks ago at the Grange, and the vicar came across us. He tripped and banged his head. At first Jane thought he was seriously hurt, but it turned out he’d just stumbled, banged his head against the rear door handle and mildly concussed himself.

“Tori, I should just point out that Siobhan is a Consultant in Emergency Medicine.”

Tori was about to react when Siobhan interjected, “Actually, Jane, I’m no longer at Woking. I’ve been appointed as President of the Royal College of Emergency Medicine. That’s partly why I moved here, to be closer to the direct train. As well as the fascination of this village, if you know what I mean. I’d invite you inside, but the house isn’t really habitable yet.”

“Oh, don’t mention uninhabitable,” said Jane, and proceeded to update Siobhan on the flood at the vicarage. “In fact, if you’re in an awkward spot, and not ready to return to your current home for a couple of days, you’re welcome to join us at the Hall for a night or two. We have the space, and you can get to know the village from a different point of view. Different from the Extravaganza, I mean.”

Martina and Jessica left Kerry’s room, leaving Andy and Kerry staring at each other. “Well,” said Kerry, “We didn’t quite expect that, did we?”

“Not at all,” said Andy. “Amy Winehouse? Really? Wonderful singer, great personality, of course, but I’ve never imagined Martina as Amy.”

“She’s what he’s always dreamed of, apparently,” said Kerry. “I’ve had more than a couple of boyfriends who’ve made certain suggestions as to my make up regime and wardrobe, but I’ve not let them bully me. I’m Kerry, not some hot guy’s fantasy.”

“But Aunt Jane wanted us to help Martina, and you can’t deny that we’ve made a good job of our assignment. Those eyes, those lips,” said Andy. “She still needs the correct lashes though, and it isn’t really Amy without the beauty spot.”

“True,” said Kerry. “We’ll need to get him sorted in the next few weeks while he’s here. Let’s just hope that Jessica still gets off on him as Amy. He took to those 12cm heels like he’d been born in them. And while we’re discussing him, I think one of us should offer Martina a plug. I don’t know that he has one yet and I think he would appreciate it, and Jessica would have a lot of fun fitting him.”

“Good idea,” said Andy.

“By the way, Siobhan,” asked Jane, “how is the Ponygirl troupe coming along? Busy?” She then explained to Tori. 

“Sir Roderick’s? No, we’ve had a problem.”

“What sort of problem, if you don’t mind me asking,” said Jane.

“Our esteemed leader, Sir Roderick, AKA Clive Horrabin, has just started a four year four month prison sentence for theft and multiple other offences.” Siobhan’s smile contained no hint of humour whatsoever.

“Was it expected?” asked Jane.

“What,” asked Siobhan, “a scrap metal merchant being sent down for theft and receiving stolen property? No, not at all.”

“An inconvenience, though?” asked Jane.

“Very much so,” said Siobhan. “It’s a very traditional world. As Head of stables, I did all the hard slog, but Clive was the public face.”

“Ah,” said Jane, “the old misogyny problem. Have you tried just taking over?”

“I’d very much like to,” said Siobhan, “if for no other reason than the care of the girls. A lot of them actually need to be ponies. To be tail plugged, hooved, etc. You remember Misty? Nurse Emma Carter? She’s taken it really badly. I think of her, and the girls like her, as my charges. As I understand it, this village is a haven for quite a few residents with special requirements, so they’ll understand. That is one of the main reasons why I leapt at buying The Beeches.” Jane cast her mind to The Fullerton Arms, and Josie Atlee’s periodic need to be Cottontail, the latex rabbit.

“Why don’t we stroll up to the Hall? We can discuss the village in more detail there.” Said Jane. “Tori, you’ll be OK on the bike?”

“I’ll be fine,” said Tori. “I’ll see you up there in a few minutes.”

With that, the removal van having pulled away, Siobhan made everything secure, and they set off.

“Obviously,” she said, “there’s no overall national governing body for pony troupes, so would it really make any difference if you just took over?”

“In the simplest terms, probably not, but things are rarely that simple,” said Siobhan. 

Tune in next week for the conclusion

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