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Here is a Wednesday round up with super stars and classic art and amazing stories.
What more do we need
XXX
Andy
Lets start off with the classic catch-up and this week and this has been a busy week.
Firstly...... The gorgeous Dakota Johnson hosting SNL in a stunning red latex dress. Credit to Skinnie stallion for finding this.
Next and I know it might not be latex or leather but it is hot and Anneka Rice was one of my dear dads favorites back in the 80s/90s.So It was her birthday this week so why the heck not.She wore this in only one Treasure hunt special but wow!
Ok, Back to the Latex and we are in safe hands with the ever beautiful Heidi Klum who wore this stunning outfit to the Christian Louboutin Spring/Summer 2027 collection
Hey but wait a minute,that's not all. I said it was a Heidi Double bill. So what about Heidi's Halloween costume challenge? Don't know what I am talking about?Have a look.
Now the thrilling conclusion to Ambers amazing adventure featuring Andy in the arms of the Sultana which began last week.Loved this, so dramatic, So Amber XXX
Here's a surprise treat. I have always had a soft spot for the rather gorgeous olympic diver Tom Daley and then this pops into my feed WOW!!!!
We have the pleasure of 3 super pieces from Sissy Dani
So Here is the final part of Skinnie Stallions brilliant story Grand day out
5. A Grand Day Out: Endings and New Beginnings
Josh felt like he was walking on air. If the ride from Hastings to Brighton had been great, the ride back had been heavenly. It felt so good to finally be wearing his very own B&K outfit, his arms wrapped tightly round his Gran’s waist, the soles of his new ankle boots resting on the footpegs, the Norton throbbing between his legs.. And not needing to operate the gear or shift or brake, he didn’t need biker boots like Gran, he was in proper ankle boots: shiny red ankle boots with dagger heels. He felt like a new ….. a new ….. a new what? ‘A new man’ didn’t feel quite right. But if not a ‘new man’ what was he? The assistants at Fem-Me had been very hands-on, helping him tuck his little thing out of the way so that his new latex pants showed the best and tightest line. They weren’t content until he looked smooth down there like Gran with were no unsightly bumps: not quite a camel toe but close. ‘A new girl’, then? With his make-up, false eyelashes and nails, maybe. But his new blonde hair was decidedly androgynous. ‘A new sissy’?
What he did know was that this is how he wanted to be. If the assistants and photographer at Fem-Me called him a siss, did it matter. Perhaps he was a sissy. He’d always thought being called a sissy was a bit of an insult. But the pretty girls at Fem-Me casually referred to themselves and each other as ‘sissies’ as if it was normal or a compliment. Girls calling themselves sissies seemed a bit strange to Josh but he’d be very happy to join that club if he could look like them. They’d addressed him as ‘sissy’ when they were fitting his plug. They’d checked with Gran first after agreeing that he wasn’t yet ready for what they called a ‘Hummingbird’. After his initial discomfort at being invaded like that – he’d never had someone even touch his bottom before – he’d grown used to its presence and it made the vibrations of Norton feel even more lovely. Perhaps that did make him a sissy if he liked something there.
“Your Mum is in for a bit of a shock Josh,” said Vanessa after they’d dismounted. “You see, the only thing I have really told her is that you have gone blonde. Never mind, it won't be the first time your Grandma has been in trouble with your Mum.”
“But what about all those photos, Gran? Does Mum know about them?”
“One thing at a time, darling.”
“I never expected them to take so many. Will I get copies?”
“I’m sure you will. They’ll look great in your scrapbook.” Vanessa knew that in a few months’ time, there would be more than enough copies for Josh to put in his scrapbook. If the photographer received sign-off from B&K, they’d be all over the magazines come the Autumn. Poor Josh still had that ingénue naïvety that made him so charming and sweet. If everything thing went according to Hester’s plan, he was soon going to need an agent and she knew the perfect person for that role: herself. But first, she needed to sort things out with Marion. Richard could come later. He’d understand. He’d be supportive. He might even be envious of opportunities beckoning Josh. Ah well! She loved her gorgeous Grandson.
Crunch time had arrived. It was always a challenge presenting in the Board Room with the London skyline provided such a distracting backdrop. Hester stood and fired up her PowerPoint presentation. She felt nervous. She might be Head of Marketing but she needed the support of the rest of B&K Cosmetics’ senior management team. At least she felt dressed for the occasion. It was disappointing how few of her colleagues were wearing B&K today. She blamed the unseasonably warm weather. It always felt strange to be planning next Autumn’s promotions when it was still only October and they’d not yet got a read on the current Autumn push. And there were still Spring and Summer to go before this campaign was going to hit the stores, the magazines and the advertising hoardings. Some of the details could be tweaked and finalised but the campaign needed to start with a face, and she reckoned she’d found that face.
“A year ago I saw a promising young man in our Brighton store,” she began. “He was with one of our regular customers. After she’d bought a pair of black leather pants, I was able to retrieve her details from our Loyalty Card database. Her name is Vanessa McVane. She lives in Hastings.” Janice Pearson raised her hand. “Yes, I’m happy to take questions as I go through. What’s your question, Janice?”
“Did she buy anything for the boy? That’s normally a good sign.”
“Thank you, Janice. No. But she did let him go through he boy racks and allow him to try on some pairs of pants. He had several ventures to the fitting room. He also tried on some courts and ankle boots in the footwear section. But no, she didn't buy for him.”
“Make-up?” interjected Clarice Partridge.
“No, Clarice. No make-up.”
“Pity,” said Clarice.
Hester was concerned about the bumpy start. The absence of any visit to the Cosmetics area wasn’t going to help her case. She stepped on the presentation. “I reached out to Mrs McVane after her visit. She was very happy to talk. Apparently she’s been providing support to the boy since he was about thirteen.”
“Support?” queried Clarice.
“Yes, support. Nothing abnormal. All healthy stuff. Letting him read her fashion magazines. Letting him try on her clothes and shoes. Letting him come with her on some shopping trips and store visits.”
“And you’re sure he’s a sissy?”
“Given his tendencies, I would say ‘Yes’. A closet sissy, perhaps, but definite sissy potential.”
“Potential?” challenged Clarice again with another of her abrupt, one word questions.
“Yes, potential. He was only sixteen last year and Mrs McVane has been nervous about pushing him. His own father apparently showed similar signs when he was younger but never took the sissy route, though of course things were rather different back in the eighties. However, she feels her grandson is different. I think so too.”
“Hmm,” mused Clarice, unconvinced.
“I’ve had the B&K Scouting Team tracking him. We have been monitoring his social media for the past year and though his footprint is tentative we have begun primary contact. Ladies, meet the next face of Bergman Knightley. Let me introduce you to Joshua McVane.” She pressed her clicker.
There were sighs and gasps as Joshua’s face appeared: “Oooh!” “Yes!” “I see what you mean.” And, most tellingly, “Yes, definite potential,” from Clarice.
“Joshua’s own Instagram is pretty vanilla but we can see from his likes where his interests reside. Our filters and algorithm indicate a high probability of sissyhood. We estimate at least eighty-five percent.”
“Confidence interval?” queried a positively verbose Clarice.
“Around fifteen percent.”
“So there chance could be as low as seventy percent that he’s a sissy?” questioned Mabel Morgan, the Head of Finance.
“It doesn’t quite work like that Mabel, but yes, there’s obviously some chance that he’s not. However, I would prefer to go on the guidance of Mrs McVane. She’s one of our loyal customers and she will have seen enough B&K Boys while shopping to recognise Joshua’s leanings.”
“Very well,” said Mabel. “He certainly looks good. I assume he’s still, how shall we say, unpicked or unplucked?”
“Yes, Mrs McVane is confident he’s not yet indulged his leanings even since turning sixteen. He’s very close to his Grandma which is a good sign. They talk a lot. So my plan is to engage Mrs McVane to recruit Joshua. He turns eighteen next year on the first of January. She will offer him a feminisation session at Fem-Me as her birthday gift. She will see how he reacts but is confident that he will accept. During that session, we will sign him up and also carry out a shoot. Given the proposed shades for next Autumn, I’ve suggested to Mrs McVane that she gets Joshua to go blonde but there’s still time to finalise those details. The first step is to formally enlist Mrs McVane. Although she hasn't done the training, her experience with Joshua indicates that we should appoint her an acting B&K Host for the duration of this assignment and attach her to the Scouting Team for some hands-on management.”
“I’m sure she would appreciate that,” interjected Janice cheekily.
“Yes, Janice,” said Hester wanting to stop any ribald diversions. She wanted to get closure. “Ladies, I am proposing we take Joshua McVane as our face of B&K for our next Autumn campaign. A new face. A fresh start and a fresh sissy. Ladies, do I have your support or do we need to discuss further before going to a show of hands? ”
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Oh and what the heck lets go check out the Wormgames live on channel 78
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On Patreon TodayBergman and knightleyhave gained a reputationaround the world forquality and excellencehowever in some places the name Bergman and Knightley still causesconfusion and misunderstanding.Especially when dealingwith authority
Hi Everyone Welcome to Monday. A quick notice.Hopefully I will be about as usual this week, but I do have to do a little family stuff , which might mean my online time is limited. However I will try to prepst lot's of stuff for our delight. So here we have the completed version of a piece previewed on Patreon a few weeks back,plus a little treatIt is an idyllic summers day at Aunt Janes cottage, Andy is doing his chores little knowing it would be the last time he get to hang out that Chelsea shirt and sports kit. XXXAndy
Actually this might run on nicely into this reimagined classic
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On Patreon TodayA new piece of myown art, featuring ourfavourite duo.This time it lookslike Andy is in realtrouble (again) withAunt Jane catching himdoing something heshould not be doing.What is it?Come and see
Hi EveryoneGod news, I'm back on a Friday which means we also get the chance to enjoy some classic Christeen thanks to the wonderful curation of Miss KimmiThank you Miss Kimmi, it's good to be backXXXAndy
5/8/21- CJ Seasons- Aunt Julia has succeeded beyond her wildest expectations in ensuring that Chis remains feminine every season. You can tell by a quick glance at her pretty new feminized niece. Chris looks as girly as she feels. This Christeen dates back to 2018-19 and debuted on Carole Jean’s now defunct Pinterest board.
October 2016 PDQ- 10/3/16- 1042- Chris is beginning to feel like a girl as he attracts boys- no wonder. It's only natural to feel like a girl when you have become this cute. Oh Chris, it's perfectly alright to give in and embrace life as a dainty Miss!
11/20/20 - 1656 - May all your feminine wishes come true. Mademoiselle boys never envisioned that they might be considered as a theme park princess. Robin Hood? How silly. The personnel director knows a girl when she sees one, even in an application from a boy named Chris. It was so easy to see from his photo that Chris will make the most adorable park princess. Once in his new role, Chris will soon be dreaming all girl. Debuted 11/20/20 right here on Andy Latex.
10/5/17- 1162 - The feminized boys at Mademoiselle are so pretty indeed. No wonder the boys peeking in are so curious. Perhaps they want to sign up for ballet to join in the fun. Also from Andy, debuting 10/2/17.
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Hi Everyone Welcome back to Wednesday, It's all a bit of a rush, but I wanted to share the latest amazing work by Skinnie Amber and Sissy DaniBut first I am taking the opportunity to share this Steps classic, from 26 years ago!!! So you can imagine what effect one of my favorite bands had on me when this came out. Then a few years later we got this version which features the incredibly cute Lisa shaking the sweat out of her sleeves before giving us a breathtaking smile
And then I thought,
Here are some sweet clips from our dear Amber
I think these are really really clever, Andy and Keira OMG You are a clever kitty !
Now we have the first part of a new story from our amazing friend Skinnie Stallion. It concludes next week
A Grand Day Out
By
Skinnie Stallion
1.Beginnings
Josh liked to think it started last Christmas but in truth it had begun much earlier. That time he’d gone to stay at hers was when things started to change. It had been silly to take one his magazines with him but he couldn’t very well leave it at home, not if Mum or Dad might find it while they were decorating his room.
He’d always known that Gran was a bit different. She didn’t dress like ladies her age. She didn’t even dress like ladies much younger than her. His Mum used to shrug her shoulders when he asked. She just talked about punk and rebellion and said, rather disapprovingly he thought, that her mother-in-law had never really grown up or settled down. Josh saw a bit of a streak of Gran in his Dad. He liked motorbikes too and played metal when he was in the car.
Gran had found his magazine. He liked to think that there wasn’t anything wrong but it wasn't exactly usual for a someone his age to have a copy of VOGUE hidden at the bottom of his holdall. And it was wrong. He knew it was wrong. He might have felt a thrill at getting two magazines for the price of one as he snuck out of the newsagents with VOGUE hidden beneath his latest LEGO Magazine but all he felt now was guilt. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it, although it would have made a big dent in his pocket money, he just felt too embarrassed to buy it. He also didn’t want Mr Patel asking questions or letting drop to his Mum that he’d been buying a woman’s magazine.
He tried to defend himself when his Gran asked him to sit with her to explain: “I'm sorry Grandma,” he said. “I just....I like looking at the pictures. The way they dress and ...make up and stuff. It's not one of those horrid magazines I promise,” he protested. It was weak, he knew.
But his Gran was imperturbable. “I know darling, I know. It's ok really it is. I promise I won't tell anyone. I just want you to know that if ever you want to do more than just look, come to your Grandma. Because she loves you very much.”
He didn't quite know what to say or what she meant. He was simply grateful for the hug she gave him, the kiss on his hair, and the confidence that she wasn’t going to say anything to his parents. “Thanks, Gran.”
“It’s only VOGUE, after all,” she said, “but I’m guessing Marion doesn’t know you bought it.” He nodded, still unable to tell her his other secret. “I’ll tell you what: you can leave your copy here.”
“Thanks, Gran,” he repeated, relieved but sad to be losing that edition with its pictures of Cara Delevinge and Kendall Jenner.
“But I’ll get a subscription for myself. When you come over you can read my copies, or we can read them together. Won't that be nice? You could start a scrapbook if you want to cut out any pictures you like. You can keep it here. It’ll be our secret.” She gave him a little wink.
“Oh Gran, that would be magic.”
“Look, while we’re upstairs, why don't you have a look in my closets. It may not be the height of fashion like Vogue but you may find some clothes that interest you.”
“Are you sure that would be OK, Gran?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t be suggesting if it wasn’t OK. I knows it’s all probably a bit fuddy-duddy..…. “
“Gran, it’s not fuddy-duddy to be wearing Bergman and Knightley.”
“Bergman and Knightley? How do you know I wear Bergman and Knightley.”
“Because they’re in so many ads, even in Mum’s mags. And you look amazing ….,” he added unguardedly, his voice trailing away as he realised what he’d just said.
“Thank you, dear. You’re very kind. I do like shopping at Bergmans. They really cater for my tastes, and I guess for those of quite a few young men. You obviously like the look.”
He wasn’t sure what to say. “Er…..,” he stumbled.
“Mmmm. I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’. Look, you can take out stuff out if you’d like a closer look. I’m sure they’ll be too big for you, but if you’d like to try them on one day…..”
“Oh…. Er……,“ he was lost for words. “Er… , thanks Gran.”
“…… and when you’re done, my motorbike leathers are hung up in the Utility Room. They could do with a clean and a polish after my last ride with the ladies. Would you do them for me? I’ll give you some pocket money if you get them nice and shiny.”
“Sure thing, Gran. That would be great. Love you, Gran.”
“Yes, dear. I love you too.”
Over the years, that little had acorn began to sprout. Helping with his scrapbook and cleaning her leathers, progressed quite naturally to letting him clean her bedroom and arrange her closet. She let him linger by himself in her bedroom. She knew how much he valued a little ‘me time’. The extra pocket money came in handy too. She’d even take him on some of her shopping trips. A new world was opening up.
Vanessa had been waiting to get him alone all evening. It hadn’t been easy. It was natural that he’d be in demand. She’d hit the prosecco in frustration about the lack of opportunities. She wanted to wish him a happy New Year and kick-off his birthday celebrations. Now, in the kitchen, her moment had arrived.
Until this evening she’d felt a bit sorry for him being born on the first. It seemed such a bummer: his birthday always tended to be overshadowed by New Year’s Eve celebrations. She was wanted to make an exception this evening. Turning eighteen ought to be a special moment, and she was determined that this birthday and this New Year’s Eve were going to be extra-special.
She had to accept that he was growing up and would be off to university at the end of the summer. There’d be much fewer opportunities to come and stay with her. It might be now or never. And she had a mission to accomplish.
As midnight approached, she followed him through to the kitchen as he went to fetch more ice. She lingered while other guests went back to the lounge to await the chimes. She was glad not to be joining them. Soon they’d be linking arms and singing that bloody dirge. She hated that song. Another year gone by. Another year she wouldn't get back. All she could do was make the most of the ones she had and spend them with the ones she loved. And she loved this one. She’d stood by him and kept his little secrets. Strictly ‘entre nous’, she’d said. He’d appreciated that. Her special boy.
There were calls from the lounge that she ignored as the Westminster Quarters began ringing for the last time that year. She blocked his way as he turned from the icemaker. Maybe it was her scent or her breathing but he’d already sensed her behind him. As she closed on him, he took the initiative, extended his arm and pulled her close. She almost melted in his arms but he was her grandson. They both understood the game they were playing. She’d never felt prouder of him. Almost a man. But not quite. At least not quite yet. And not if he didn't want to be.
The Great Bell of Big Ben struck. With each clang she planted a little kiss: his hair, his forehead, his ears, his nose, his chin, his cheeks On the twelfth, the prosecco took hold and she kissed him full on the lips. “Happy New Year, sweetheart,” she slurred. “Now I know you are my grandson and all that and I love you so very much, but I am afraid this drunken old granny has a very special year planned for you. And I don’t just mean you going to University. Happy birthday, darling. Hic!” The prosecco repeated on her. “Eighteen. Who’d have thought it? I’ll give you your present tomorrow. It’ll be just between the two of us. OK? Hic!”
“Yes, Gran. Of course, Gran.” He wasn’t sure what to do but her puckered lips were too tempting.
“Remember, tomorrow morning,” repeated Vanessa as she pulled away. “Hic!”
The house was still quiet when Josh sat down with Vanessa. He wasn’t getting the chance to stay with her over Christmas so some private time together was the next best thing. Neither mentioned their midnight kisses. They brushed them off as just New Year’s Eve exuberance. Both knew that there was something more. It was all part of their secret understanding.
Vanessa waited for Josh to settle on the sofa beside her. She wasn’t holding a card or a present. All he could see was what looked like a magazine in her hands. “For your birthday,” she said as she handed it to him. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m not returning your copy of VOGUE,” she grinned.
Josh flinched. She remembered. She still remembered that first time: her first inkling of his interests. That was another time he’d settled on a sofa beside her. She’d not been surprised back then. Perhaps it was something that ran in his family. One day he might pluck up the courage to ask his Dad. But not now. Not yet.
When he could take his eyes off her, he looked more closely at her ‘gift’. It wasn’t a magazine, it was the Bergman and Knightley catalogue. Her thumb was inserted at a particular page leaving it open at a section headed Fem‑Me. Vanessa pointed at one of the options. She gave him a chance to read. “Yes?” she enquired with a raised eyebrow and a quizzical smile.
“Yes, please Grandma,” he replied scarcely able to contain his excitement. “Oh God, yes. A thousand times yes.” There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. He handed the catalogue back to her.
“When you’re ready, hun,” was all she said as stood up. “The summer maybe, when you’ve got time after exams?”
“Sure thing, Gran. Sure thing. And thanks again, Gran,” he said as his father shuffled in wearing a dressing gown and looking bleary eyed.
“Thanks for what?” asked his Dad.
“Oh nothing, Richard. Josh and I were just having a chat about what he might want for his birthday.” Vanessa lowered the catalogue out of the line of sight. “And I was telling him about the next bike I’m planning to get. I’m thinking about a Norton Commando like the one you’ve got.”
“Really Mum!” exclaimed his Dad. “Won’t you ever grow up? Anyone like a coffee? I’m making a pot,” he said as he traipsed towards the kitchen. “Boy, do I need it.”
“You need to put the kettle on Mum,” Josh called. It was easy to tell when Gran was on approach: he could hear the throb of the Norton’s engine from afar and its change of note as it decelerated to turn into the cul-de-sac. Gran clearly had no intention of sorting out the exhaust baffles. She’d had the muffler drilled out for a reason: she wanted to be noticed.
He went out to meet her as she parked the bike and put it on its stand. It was already attracting admiring glances from lads living further up road, although most of their glances appeared to be directed at her rather than the bike. The Norton 961 had given her a new lease of life. Gone her were her old black leathers. In their place were a red leather biker jacket and a pair of red PVC pants. He knew they were from the JaneStyle Collection at B&K. He was relieved to see that she hadn't gone for the AndyLatex option with the through crotch zip. She’d held back on that although he had to admire her large hoop earrings. He loved her just that little bit more when she went that extra bit tarty. She was out to make an impression and that impression was mostly: ‘”I don't give a fuck what you think of me. I’m going to dress the way I please.” She still had the free spirit of her youth.
She extended her hand for Josh to hold as she strode towards the house. He wasn’t used to her striding. It was hard to stride in her customary five inch heels - he knew, he’d tried enough times - but today she was in biker boots with only a modest heel. He took her hand readily, knowing the even deeper impact that would have on the lads. If they thought she was his girlfriend, so much the better. One day he hoped he might be holding hands with a lady like Gran. He knew what he wanted: not Gran but a lady like her. A lady he could get closer to. Everything was so much clearer when he was with Gran. But he would seek his Gran’s blessing given all she’d done for him.
When they were sat down drinking tea, Vanessa didn't wait long before getting to the purpose of her visit: “I’d like to borrow Josh tomorrow, please.” It was said more as a statement than a request.
“You what?” asked Marion.
“Borrow Josh. I’ve got a bike trip with the ladies tomorrow and I need someone to ride pillion and help me navigate. Would you like that Josh?’
“Er… yes, Gran.”
“He’ll need a helmet,” interjected Marion.
“Of course he will, and I think I can find him some leathers too. So is that all settled?”
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Up next we have the first in a two part story from Sissy Dani.this is all very clever.
XXXAndy
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On Patreon TodayI know it is an oddday to do it but I am allbehind with postingso this Monday we havethe new page from our Patreon exclusiveCalendar and it it reflects the season ofspooks and shivers.
Hi EveryoneSorry for taking so long to get back. I had a lovely trip, shared some super memories, but as ever coming home and leaving those days bhind can be a little sad, but it will pass. So here is the complete version of a piece shared on Patreon so long ago. At the time I could not think of the story, but so many of your sweet Patrons gave so such fun ideas it set me on the route to finding what I needed and what I needed was to think simple, and get into Andy's mind. In fact I loved the comments so much I have shared them beneath the picture far all to enjoy. I hope you all like the finished version. So much more to comeXXXAndy
Andrzej PonikłoMaybe Andy had a bet with Aunt Jane:If she can make him passable as a girl he will be her maid for the duration of his stay and realize he lost 🤔
Skinnie S"So how do you like my magic mirror?""Magic? What do you mean, Auntie.""Can't you tell it's showing an alternative you?" "An alternative 'You'?""Yes, a 'You' as you could be if you paid more attention to your appearance. A 'You' as you should be if you're going to be my sissy-maid. The mirror thinks you should be wearing your spectacles. They would certainly help you notice things better and, I have to say, make you altogether cuter and more sweetly innocent.""Cuter?" Andy blushed. He didn't think of himself as cute, but the mirror did. And Auntie clearly did too. S xxx
Eryk MelgaardMaybe something unexpected like going to a Sabrina Carpenter concert? And this fit being noticed by Sabrina herself and Juno arresting Andy would be something else. I remember once Andy in an Eras Tour shirt getting ready to go with Aunt Jane to the show. Maybe, there is potential for more story lines revolving girl popstars, for example Aunt Jane playing their music to hypnotize Andy. Just a thought.
JustineI see the speech bubbles as -Andy “But I look like a maid”Jane “Indeed”
NotatrogAndy, sweetheart. No need to worry. I'm so proud of you. It's a great honour for you to be invited by the Sissy Academy to address their class of new entrants. You graduated so well that you are a perfect example of what can be achieved. You can tell the class all about your experiences. Well, perhaps not all of them. Best not to mention being stuck in the lift with Will. And that dress is a perfect choice, sweetheart, just perfect. Don't worry. You will be fine.
LeeGoodness, the cutie in the mirror does everything he does. How will he remove everything to make it to football practice. What if he scuffs his legs? How long to heal? How to explain the hairless legs. Life is getting so complicated.
AidanSeeing himself so clearly now as a cutie eases his apprehension a little been taken out to visit the village.
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On Patreon TodayA grandmother feelsshe wants somethingmore, somethingspecial. All herfriends have, butwhat does she reallywant.....Ah yes now thatwould be special
Hi Everyone As I said in Friday, I will be away for a few days so there will be no Wednesday round up or possibly Friday posting this week. Rest assured I will be back next week . Here is a little follow on from last weeks post with Andy in that amazingly hot dress and parasol. Well I thought I can't end it there so we have 2 versions of the follow-up image, one with Andy jus walking away and one with him displaying how hot and wet he is in that dress.See you all soonXXXAndy
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On Patreon TodayA preview of a newpiece of my own art.It is a warm and peaceful momentat Aunt Janes cottage.We can see by the detailsthis is early in Andy'samazing journey.No Sisterhood,nodebts to be replayedno worries.
Hi EveryoneHappy Friday XXX Quick note. I will not be about for most of next week, I am off to visit some very special friends whom I have not seen for way too long,they are very special and gave me the best and most amazing time of my life.It's a kind of spur of the moment thing, so I have little planed and only a small bag ready, but it's an invitation I can not turn down, especially when my ticket has been paid for .So I will see you in a weeks time, when I will return ,I will do with more fun and games and stories and clips and contributions from all your favourites. Patreon will have some stuff if you would like to pop on over there. But before then lets check out this weeks classic Christeen selection from Miss Kimmi.XXXAndy
7/15/25 -1471 - This must be femininized heaven where every once boy has been transformed into a lovely young lady like Chris. And now each Miss can experience bridal bliss! This debuted on 2/28/20 also right here on Andy Latex.
6/14/17- CJ First Bra - A boy’s first bra. One of the rights of passage into girlhood- being fitted for a bra. Chris looks none too happy at the prospect of his upcoming implants. Soon he will learn to love his twin girls. Perhaps the bow on his bra will match the adorable pink one in his hair. I believe this was the debut of original Christeen art on Pinterest, in Carole Jean's now defunct account earlier that June.
June 2012 PDQ- 669- 3/3/16 A dream come true, hearing this? Chris had always thought that once the hourglass had run out, she would be granted a return to boyhood. But now it’s quite clear she will remain a sweet girl for good. It’s actually going to be a wonderful life for you, Chris, as your Aunt’s dainty young princess Miss.
11/13/20- 1657- Chris can only imagine what ideas his Auntie Julia has in store for feminizing him even further. Having his hair set in rollers is unnerving enough. Sofie and Auntie Julia will delight in their sweet girl in curls. Debuted 11/13/20 right here on Andy Latex.
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Hi Everyone
Sorry this is a bit messy, but I have had almost no time to sit and work this week. I seem to be running faster and faster and getting nowhere, but I guess I am not alone in that these days.
That said I felt I needed to share some of the amazing bits and bobs I am sent.
This also included the final part of Skinnie Stallions amazing story
Hope you enjoy
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Andy
Firstly I came across this the other day, it is a sweet reworking of one of my stories, recreated in video form in Spanish.
It is such a treat to think my silly work is worth someone's time to rewrite and create. I am touched XX
Funnily enough I have been working on this series myself in another form, so stay tuned.
Now this is a sneak peek at the work of Brianna who has a paid for Patreon and is creating a story based on my art.
As a fellow Patreon user it is only polite to promote their work and Brianna is quite a talent.
A Foreword Dear friends, I've been working with a good friend of mine, Creator AndyLatex. We are attempting to expand the depth of our mutual work. Andy has permitted me to expand his captions into a storyline. Something I hope everyone will enjoy.These creations are as much his as they are mine. I've been a long-time fan of his work. I'm hoping to do his work justice by expanding the Adventures of Aunt Jane and Andy while showing the respect I have for his creativity!
My storyline is my own creation based on my ideas, not AndyLatex. I'm trying to express my own ideas while maintaining respect to his work and the Patreon community.
All characters are fictional, 18 and older, and willing participants.
All comments are welcome and appreciated!
Enjoy!
The Beginning
It all started after Andy's high school graduation. Andrew Watson borrowed money from his mother's closest friend, affectionately known as "Aunt Jane," to pay for rent on a flat and attend football camp. While attending the camp, Andy agreed to pay back the money from his part-time job and his graduation money.
The agreement was that he was supposed to pay back the money by the time Football Camp was concluded, or he would have to work off the difference working and living with Aunt Jane. The loan was € 8,000. Andy tried his best, unfortunately, for Andy he was only able to come up with a little over € 1000.
Jane talked to his mum, exchanging ideas back and forth, and they negotiated on a settlement plan for sweet Andrew. As an Adult, Andrew would agree to live with Aunt Jane and work and serve her for a small salary while Andy worked off his debt.
College was to be put on hold, as well as his career in Football. Jane had laid out the broad strokes for his mum. In exchange, Andy's debt would be paid in full. A commission of 10% percent of future earnings to be paid to Andy's mother.
75% to be paid to Aunt Jane until the principal, interest, and his future expenses were paid off. The balance would be paid to Andy and set up in a savings account for Andy when his debt was paid in full.
Andy's mum agreed. As both an adult and an unemployed person under the age of 26 with no job or independent residential address, Andy's power of attorney was signed over to Aunt Jane.
On the last day of Football Camp, Aunt Jane picked Andrew up from camp. Unaware of his future other than working for Aunt Jane for a while, our sweet little hero enters Aunt Jane's lavish estate not knowing what to expect.
All Andrew knew was that he was in breach of the contract, and leaving Aunt Jane's estate without a settlement would make him a criminal. Andy was taught good values and knew the importance of keeping his word. Aunt Jane had always been good to him growing up, so he trusted her.
Aunt Jane had no intention of harming him, although Andrew would be getting a complete reeducation and training for a new life of service and exploitation beyond his wildest dreams.
As the majority stockholder and founder of Bergman and Knightley, and her own fashion line, Aunt Jane had all the resources needed to mold Andrew into the world's most famous femboy fashion and makeup model. He would become the iconic model for her makeup and fashion lines! Andy would be also be providing personal domestic services to Aunt Jane's secret society friends.
The die was cast! The future of Andrew Watson is to become a tail of legend for the modern age of males everywhere. The adventure is about to begin for our sweet Andrew!
With his head bowed, Andy stepped into the garden guest house. Andy knew things were going to be different now, Andy had always stayed in the main house in the bedroom across the hall from Aunt Jane.
Servants and staff never stayed in the main house. Andy had a feeling he was in trouble or was being demoted from a favorite guest to servant! Jane smiled at the submissive expression on Andy's face.
For more https://www.patreon.com/BriannaDemonet/posts/aunt-jane-and-1-161938499 As ever all Patreon is a paid for platform.
Here are a few bits I created a while ago but am pretty sure never saw the light of day.
From the imagination of Sissy Dani. I have lots of Sissy Dani's work,but selected these for today. For no reason other than I like them....a lot
here is something special, this is where we all get to meet Sissy Dani in person
ing all that on its shoulders, the final part in Skinnie Stallions amazing story. Gotta say I love this one.Thanks S XXXX
8.No Way Out: Art for Art’s Sake
Mariana sent Monica to bring the next reporter through. “Thank you, Monica. And who are you, and who do you work for?” she asked the petite blonde girl. The girl looked far too young to be working for a serious journal.
“I’m Jenny Smith from ‘Art Review’, Ms Abramopov,” said the girl.
Mariana was pleasantly surprised. So young. So pretty. “Mmmm…… Jenny Smith? Ah yes, didn’t you write that splendid piece on Jules Mahrute?”
“Yes. Do you mind if I record?”
“Not at all, my dear.”
Jenny turned on her hand held recorder. “Can you tell me, Ms Abramopov, about your new show and its provocative title?”
“I have been planning this show for a long time. It seemed like a natural follow on from my last show, ‘Erotic Journey’. This will also be a show that will be easier to tour.”
“And its title…..?” queried Jenny.
“It’s a rebellion against the male dominated, formal art Establishment. I call it ‘Cunt’ because I feel it dares to utter and evoke the female condition of so many women. In an epistemiological sense, a woman’s cunt can define the role of a woman; it can also mis-define. It is both a symbol of her oppression through history and her way of expressing herself. It is a source of both her weakness and her power. Her menstrual cycle shows her alignment with the lunar cycle and fixes a woman’s attachment to the Lunar Goddess who oversees all womankind. A woman’s fertility both empowers and enslaves her. A woman’s period is one of the original causes of sodomy in the human species. The first woman would have been sodomised by the first man when she was having her period. Adam would have sodomised Eve. It’s only after their offspring matured that the beauty of the arrangement will have become manifest. Mankind is one of the few species that makes use of the secondary route; its availability liberates both men and women. Men can experience what it is like to be a woman, or what it is like in between. This show demonstrates that we are all, each and every one of us, Cunts.”
“There is a difference in this show though in that you will not yourself, be one of the exhibits, Ms Abramopov.”
“Not at all, Ms Smith, or can I call you Jenny? Unlike my other shows, I will not be a fixed exhibit, but I will be present and perform at all my showings. I will be wearing this outfit and walking round the gallery. I have particularly chosen to wear this cashmere jacket from Ralph Lauren coupled with a pair of JaneStyle latex pants from Bergman and Knightley, and a pair of Louboutin SoKate 120s. I carry a matching shiny black Yves St Laurent handbag. Each of the four items embody style, luxury and feminine sexuality.”
“I certainly love your pants and your heels,” said Jenny.
“They help me exude the mystery of the femme fatale or the Mistress. They signify the allure and power of the Dominatrix and express the freedom and supremacy of women today in our continuing fight against the patriarchy. I will also be wearing a BumbleBee Egg from Bergman and Knightley.”
“An egg?”
“Yes, an egg. A vibrating egg. The egg will be timed to vibrate every thirty minutes for five minutes.”
“Won’t that be uncomfortable?”
“Not at all. My art shows that it is the true route to pleasure. In Gallery 1, I will masturbate ……”
“Masturbate!?” interrupted Jenny.
“Yes, masturbate. Do not be shocked, Jenny. It is an act as old as Eve. Every hour, on the half hour, I will masturbate by rubbing my crotch while looking at the one of the pieces on display, pieces that show the female gaining satisfaction in the way that the Lunar Goddess intended.”
“These are the portfolio pieces, the photographs that you call …..”
“That I call ‘Cunt 1: Wet. All the girls that ever fucked and sodomised me.’’
“Isn’t that rather derivative of Emma Tracey’s work?”
“Not at all. With her “All the sissies that ever fucked me’, Emma is just being an exhibitionist. There is no spirit or passion behind the work. There is no message except Emma’s own self-absorbed fixations. In ‘Cunt 1: Wet’, I am showing femininity as a source of power. The lady is not being fucked by men. She is being penetrated by girls. Fucked by girls. Sodomised by girls. Girls with cocks. Men as they should be if we all followed the Lunar Goddess: men feminised and serving the female as equals. Men behaving as girls, succumbing to their own lusts and pleasures with their colleagues when the lady is not available. Men performing an act that used to be illegal even in your enlightened country. An act that conventional religion has condemned since antiquity and many counties still consider illegal. In contrast, the Lunar Goddess endorses a source of please that brings equality and sharing between the sexes. Men and women alike can partake of the same wonderful experience. There is no stigma, only joy in such exchange and role reversal. While observing ‘Cunt 1’, I will masturbate while receiving anal stimulation from my BumbleBee in celebration of the ancient ways of bringing pleasure and equality.”
“Oh!” said Jenny, taken aback. “I see. Moving on, your second gallery, somewhat confusingly titled Gallery Zero, is simply a white space, empty except for a white sink and a white shelf with transparent glass jars.”
“Exactly. It’s a deliberate contrast to Gallery 1. It’s why I call it Gallery Zero. The empty space is an entirely new work, ‘Cunt 0: Absence of Cunt’. In the same way that John Cage showed the hypocrisy of audiences and their oppression of musicians, I highlight the Patriarchy’s hypocrisy and oppression. The empty white room’ of ‘Cunt 0’ represents the toilet where men retreat for their solitary pleasures. Practising their self-abuse is an insult to women. Adam will have masturbated when Eve was having her period before he learned to sodomise her. Self-love excludes the love of others. It is exclusive rather than inclusive. The Lunar Goddess believes in the love of all. ‘Cunt 0’ is therefore intended to be a participative piece of art. Male visitors will be invited to live out the stereotype of male corruption and become part of the show. They can even contribute permanently to the display, should they choose, by adding to one of the jars. All will be able to observe the wasted fertility and energy. True performance art for the masses and their messes.”
“Gosh! And will you perform in this space?”
“No. It would destroy Cunt Zero’s message of toxic masculinity. I will stage my next performance and appearances in Gallery 2. Every sixty minutes on the hour, I will put on a strapon and masturbate in front of the piece before me.”
“Masturbate? A strapon?”
“Yes, I will stand and stroke the strapon while standing before my latest work. In protest against the display in Gallery Zero and egregious masculine conduct, I will wank the cock to represent the degenerate, oppressive behaviour of the Patriarchy towards womankind.”
“The controversial exhibit that you call …..”
“That I call, ‘Cunt 2: Dry Chastity.”
“And it’s with a live model, I understand. Does she have a name?”
“Probably yes, but it that’s unimportant. It’s the message the work sends that is important.”
“And that message is……?” asked a perplexed Jenny.
“That submission to the male is passé. Subservience to the male is finished. Women are liberated to live the lives we choose. We are free to make choices but continue to be imprisoned by society’s straitjacket. The piece symbolises a woman’s struggle to free herself from these bonds. It symbolises devotion to the Lunar Goddess. It demonstrates the highest form of feminine liberation: her preferred and chosen devotion is to me, the Artist, her creator and salvation, the owner of her debt. While she is fastened to the wall, I, of course, am the true centrepiece of my expedition. She is encased and helpless, while I am free. My strapon will squirt and ejaculate over the latex covering of ‘Cunt 2’ as I reach peak arousal from my BumbleBee.”
“And the title?” asked Jenny, still none the wiser.
“Her encasement in latex symbolises her perpetual struggle to free herself from her earthly constraints. Her cunt is empty. Her arse is empty. She can hear us now: her only hope is that I will release her and fuck her.”
“And the model understands this?”
“Of course. What was important to me was that she be a professional. A woman of intellect and beauty. It is vital to the integrity of the piece. If she had been a hired, willing model then the theme of removal of power would have been dulled.”
“And I am right in thinking that the same woman features in the photographs that make up the majority of the exhibit in ‘Cunt 1: Wet’ in Gallery One?”
“That is correct.”
“Is it important that it is the same woman?”
“Yes. ‘Cunt 1’ is an expression of naïve freedom. A woman may lead her life in the way she chooses. But even within that freedom, she remains trapped within our expectations. The women still receives. She does not own or control the girls. She submits to her own lustful desires. She still serves and worships cock rather than the Lunar Goddess. ‘Cunt 2’ shows her path to enlightenment and a maturity of purpose. The absence of cock is liberating her to recognise her true female self. It’s why it’s so important she can hear us talking now.”
“So this is her choice?”
“Yes, but she has no option. She has a debt to pay. To go from a position of trust and strength, to being a mere item, a work of art admired for its beauty alone, is quite a thing.”
“So do you own her?”
“In a sense yes. She has a debt to pay. A debt to pay for herself, a debt to pay for being a woman, a debt for yourself, a debt for all womankind who do not yet serve the Lunar Goddess. A serious debt. I own her debt. I control her debt. I am the salvation for her debt. Her body is trapped in a latex vacuum with just enough air to breathe. She knows her past misdeeds. This is why she is chaste. I, the Artist, decide that she be chaste. You can see her writhe within her bonds, her cunt yearning for pleasure in her delicious cocoon but forever deprived. Her arms imprisoned by her side not even allowing her to pleasure herself. She will hear me when I masturbate my strapon in front of hear each hour. I have the freedom she craves. While paying her debt, she symbolises the deprivation and subservience that women have experienced through the ages. Only by ascending the Gynarchy and serving the Lunar Goddess can she hope to escape her bonds.”
“I see,” said Jenny, still entirely baffled. “And please tell me about Gallery Three. I understand that it’s still being set up.”
“Yes, let’s walk through. We are fortunate to have the piece on loan from a great friend of mine, Pamela Vantari. It’s been shipped with the help of Bergman and Knightley who are also the Sponsors of this exhibition. We have only just received delivery from Shanghai and have been uncrating, lubing and hydrating the exhibit this morning.”
“Hydrating?” queried Jenny looking at the shiny mannequin.
“Yes, hydrating. There is a living boy inside the casing.”
“A boy!!? And what do you call this exhibit?” asks a shocked Jenny.
“I call it ‘Cunt 3: Boy’.”
“And how does it fit with the theme of the Exhibition? I note that the boy is wearing high heels,” queries Jenny, trying to move the interview to safer ground.
“It shows the future of mankind, by which I mean the future of masculine kind. If we are to going to colonise the moon, colonise Mars, this is how the men must be. We should go in peace. Women do not create wars; Men create wars. High heels are now longer a symbol of oppression but of liberation. His heels show he has accepted his subservience and willingness to embrace his femininity.”
“And does the mannequin have a name.”
“Yes, but it has been lost. Deliberately lost. Forever, he will be ‘Cunt 3’. The man of the future.”
“And will you be performing in Gallery 3.”
“Yes, but only after the Gallery has closed. ‘Cunt’ is intended to fuel visitors’ minds and imaginations and provide them with a future vision. Visitors will be able to meditate on what I do with ‘Cunt 2’ and ‘Cunt 3’ after the Gallery has closed each evening. A select group of my Sponsors will join me as we celebrate the Lunar Goddess.”
“Thank you, Ms Abramopov. That has been most enlightening. I’m sure our readers will be interested to learn about ‘Cunt’ in our next edition.”
“Not at all my dear. Here, take my card. Do you have a telephone number? I will be having an evening soirée after the Official Opening with drinks and a private of tour of the gallery. You will get the chance to ‘meet’ the exhibits in person. I do hope you will be able to join us. Or perhaps you’d like to stay on now? We can talk some more and maybe you’d like to come back to my apartment after we’ve settled ‘Cunt 3’? I already have plans for ‘Cunt 4’.”
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On Patreon TodayWe have a cutestart to the weekwith a sweet little tale of cousins havinga sleepover and weall know where we would like that to go if it were us in thatbright and perfumedbedroom.
Hi Everyone Hope everyone is doing fine and well.Today we have the completed versions (yes versions) of a piece I previewed a few weeks ago on patreon.On Patreon I showed the first part and today we get the full story. This is set during the period when Andy was alone having been kidnapped by the Sisterhood from Nowheresville USA. He is now being hired and leased by the members of the Sisterhood world wide and today we are in either Portofino or the Isle of Capri where our mistress is planning something very special for her guests.How you like theseXXXAndy
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On Patreon TodayWe step into theworld of Andy andAunt Jane with anew piece of my own art.I wanted to create thisimage but don't really know what the storyis yet.Perhaps you can helpme out
Hi Everyone.Welcome to Friday and as ever a big thank you for all your messages and comments and wonderful compliments.They are all, every one of them, so greatly appreciated.
So lets see what delights Miss Kimmi has selected for us this week from Christeens archive.XXAndy
5/26/21- 635 - This pretty miss has come to love her freshly permed pixie and the cute girl in the mirror gazing back. Chris is beginning to accept that there’s a lot to like now that she is becoming a girl. Rarely do we see Chris pixied like this. This Christeen poster debuted in early 2012 on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art site.
August 2019 PDQ- 1349 - 8/1/19- Braided and beribboned, the sweet feminized young miss is delighted to learn that Chris is a boy just like her. Both find that there’s everything to like living as girly girls. This debuted on Petticoat Discipline Quarterly.
9/14/20- Turning Heads- Chris is so pretty as a young lady. And she even loves getting dolled up… now. Yet, no wonder Chris is reluctant to go out. What feminized boy wants her her “Sissy” handbag to call attention to her status? Chris would rather been seen as Aunt Julia’s dainty niece. This debuted on Christeen’s own (now sadly gone) Pinterest account.
5/3/19 - 1330 - Julia’s delight is evident as she watches Chris in his new bedroom squirming while on the phone. Julia is well aware that Chris’s friends now know Chris is being petticoated. But little does Chris know that “girl time” will ultimately be “all the time” as her adorable niece. This gem debuted right here on Andy Latex on 4/30/19.
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Firstly here is.....well I think I will let our friend Amber explain
Here is a picture story of a mission that Andy did for Lady Jane: infiltrate a harem, seduce the Sultana, and escape with her after persuading her to testify against her arms-dealer husband.
There is a second part to follow
The world of the lady travelling alone seems to have spread.
You can imagine what these two have on their minds.
And you already know what she has done, but perhaps her colleague will go and help this dear lady find her way to the correct connection
Now some super sweet images, from the world of Andy and Aunt Jane, created by Sissy Dani
When Jane and Andy go to a Star Trek convention they always dress as Ensign Pinky and Captain SlickenwsmoothEarly in Andy's story, Aunt Jane sent him to pick out new shoes.Shopgirl: "Are you sure these heels aren't too high for you to handle, dear?"Andy: "Oh, no, my Aunt Jane has been training me to walk femininely in up to seven-inch heels. ma'am."
Aunt Jane sold the rights to Andy's story to a TV producer. Now the only question is will this be a sit-com, a soap opera, a romance, or a reality show?
Andy gets a new blonde look,ready for the new product promotion
And now here is the next part in the brilliant story started this Monday, by our dear friend Skinnie Stallion
Artistic Studies
By
Skinnie Stallion
6.No Way Out. All the way in.
During the journey, Cassie distracted herself with Flora’s ‘suggestion’ and a little mental arithmetic. If she worked 6pm to 9pm, had one client per hour and charged, say, £50 per client that would be three times £50 making £150. If she could get two each hour that would double it to £300. If she could manage 6pm to midnight, that would be six hours work. With two clients an hour that would double again to £600. If she could get Monica to join her, that would double again to £1,200. Put like that, it seemed a viable option. She could work Brixton Road while Monica handled the tube punters on Victoria Road. If they worked together, she could pay off the debt in…. what was £40,000 divided by £1,200 ?..… .. er…… er… let’s say a bit over 30 days. Surely Bergman and Knightley would agree to that?
Cassie went back to checking her working. Was £50 reasonable for a blowjob? She thought so. It had been ten quid when she was a student but Cassie expected a premium for experience and sophistication. And then there’d been inflation since her student days.
Cassie’s thinking took another line. She wouldn't want to go further but maybe Monica would. Monica would do what she told her to do. Some blokes would like fucking a girl, a girl like Monica. Or being fucked by her. Cassie guessed she could charge £200 for that. Or say an hour or her ‘company’? But if she only manages two clients a night, that’d be just £400. And she’d need to rent a room or hotel. That’d put up the cost. Blowjobs round the back alleys would be far cheaper and less demanding.
Cassie stamped her heel into the carpet of her old Ford. Damn it! If she’d kept Sandy, she could have put both her and Monica to work. She wouldn’t need to consider working herself. She could ‘manage’ them. She baulked at the word ‘pimp’. The girls could have provided her with a nice little regular income. Now she had only Monica. She’d have to make do with what she’d got.
Cassie parked along the street since a white van was annoyingly parked outside her house. Perhaps her neighbours were having some work done. She rang the front doorbell expecting Monica to answer. She rang a second time. Music was blaring inside. Monica had become a Radio 6 fan. At least Cassie had persuaded both her and Sandy to move on from Radio 1 and Capital. She’d have to speak to Monica about not disturbing the neighbours; they weren’t going to want any nosy intrusions if Monica was going to be entertaining visitors. Cassie got out her key, opened the door and stepped inside. She just had time to register a hand grip her wrist but didn’t feel the needle puncture the sleeve of her lovely new coat and enter her upper arm.
Cassie had little recollection of the next few hours. She vaguely remembered undressing but she couldn't remember why. She didn’t know where she was. She did know that she couldn’t move. Her arms were clamped beside her. She felt warm. Nice tingly and warm. She liked that gentle buzz. Had Monica been fucking her again? Fucking her while asleep.
Cassie could hear voices but could only dimly make out what they were saying. “I like how you got her to put on her black shoes before we started taping her. Black goes so much better than red. The poor darling had no idea what she was doing. She positively welcomed the two plugs.”
“It’s starting to wear off. When she wakes we will complete her wrapping.”
“Shame, I though Mrs Wright would be a good Host. Never mind, I have no doubt she will fetch a very high price.”
“I’ll give her water with some ket to stop her getting dehydrated and keep her calm during the wrapping. She’ll be comfortable but semi-conscious for the journey.”
“Good.”
Cassie felt a cup at her lips. She drank. She felt herself herself raised to a standing position. The ladies were still talking. “Is Monica alright?”
“Yes, Geoffrey’s looking after her. She’s still as high spirited as ever but she seems to be happy to be going back to B&K. She’s obviously sad to have lost Sandy. The thought of staying on with Mrs Wright didn’t excite her. With no Sandy, she’d be getting no cock. Mrs Wright was too squeamish and preferred to use the Boys as her playthings. That’s all well and good if they’re being treated right the rest of the time. Turns out you can misjudge people.”
“We should have put Mrs Wright through the formal Host Programme but I guess Ms Richards saw it more as a way of punishing her.”
“Some punishment, to be fucked every day by two gorgeous B&K Boys.”
“We just need to learn from our mistakes. Hopefully Monica will settle down after a little Geoffrey time.”
“Yes, Geoffrey should sort him back into a proper her.”
Cassie had no clue what happened next. She felt she was being lowered by strong arms on to a lumpy bed. Her mouth was severely obstructed and a bandage or something plasticky was pulled over her head and eyes. She tried to speak but only “Mmmph” emerged past her penis gag.
Cassie heard a wooden echo and outside noise cease. She felt isolated. Although she knew she ought to feel terrified, she found instead a wave of relaxed tranquillity come over her as she sucked on her gag. There was a jolt and she had a slight sensation of movement but had no clue about direction or speed. She was lost in her dark limbo, the plugs inside her giving her solace and comfort. Monica must be playing a game with her. She and a friend must be taking her somewhere for their private pleasure. It would be a welcome relief from all her money anxieties.
The B&K Bailiffs were glad when the van pulled away. Loading the packing case had attracted attention. Monica’s smiles and laughter in the front passenger had not helped. The neighbours were used to seeing Cassie dressed in shiny clothes but to have two visitors in couture blazers and skirts out on the street was unusual. Calypso and Circe didn't want anyone asking questions. Calypso got on the phone to B&K HQ: “It’s done. All we need is clean up to this address. Low key. Regular overalls. Keep it discreet. Leave it a week before putting up the ‘TO LET’ board.”
7. No Way Out: Purchase
Clarice Bergman was not happy. As scion of the Bergman dynasty she was used to getting her way. Everything at Bergman and Knightley needed to be done her way, the Bergman way. She was giving Dina Richards a dressing down. “You do not give malefactors a second chance, especially not the privilege of hosting B&K Boys. This cunt hasn’t been Hosting them, she’s been using them, using them for her personal pleasure.”
“But they were unruly,” Dina tried to protest.
“Lots of Bergman Boys start as unruly. It’s why they need to be tamed and trained to follow the true path. They must learn not to get pleasure that way. There’s only one route that’s appropriate for a B&K Boy. It’s why B&K provide the B&K Strapon Harness for Boys. If, for some reason, an owner wants a little light relief, they get their Boy to wear a strapon. It can even be screwed on to a cockcage. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mrs Bergman.”
“It should be an honour for a B&K Boy to wear a strapon, He should feel proud of wearing one like his Mistress or owner. It’ll probably be bigger in any case than his pathetic little thing. How else is he going to truly feel like a girl? Certainly not by using that disgusting thing of his. I do not want standards slipping. We made an exception for Ms Tracey but that was because she agreed to provide a steady revenue stream with our fifty percent royalty on her installation commissions, and twenty percent on all her future works. This cunt has provided nothing and has walked away with £40,000 of our money. Of MY money! Can this cunt hear me?”
“Yes, Mrs Bergman.”
“Is she plugged?”
“Yes, Mrs Bergman. Front, rear and mouth.”
“Well I want them taken out except for the gag. She can be controlled and suspended just by an anal hook.”
“Yes, Mrs Bergman.”
“And those heels need to be higher. The tips of her toes should only just skim the ground if she’s properly suspended. She needs to feel every inch of that hook.”
Clarice turned to face Cassie. She was splenetic. “Listen you fucking cunt!” she raged, “you do not sell B&K Boys. You do not try and sell MY Boys. You do not try and sell the services of B&K Boys.” Cassie’s eyes widened. “Don't try and look innocent. Calypso and Circe heard you rambling while you were under the influence of the Rope. You’ve been a naughty girl. If you want cock, you should have gone out and got it from real men, not try to corrupt our precious B&K Boys. You need to learn to do without. And you need to repay me.”
Tears started to roll down Cassie’s face. The Rohypnol and the ketamine had long since worn off: she was fully aware of her predicament. What had seemed like a game had taken a serious turn. This cow had no intention of letting her off the hook in any sense.
“I will arrange the sale. My friend Ms Abramopov has been looking for a suitable model for her next installation for some time. She wants a change of style for her next series of shows and you’re exactly the kind of bitch she’s been looking for. I think she’ll pay at least a quarter of a million.”
Cassie couldn't believe her ears. A quarter of a million! That would be an unheard of amount for her work.
“Did you hear that, cunt? You’re going to be a work of art. A proper work of art. Not the kind of crappy canvases you used to produce. You’re going to be a work of art for a genuine artist. Mariana will sort you out.”
Cassie’s tears started to flood as Circe took the scissors to her latex wrapping and began to ease out her plugs.
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Artistic Studies: No Way Out
By
Skinnie Stallion
1. No Way Out: Secure Loan. Secure Dominic
Michelle ran through the details before the mannequin was moved and taken to the Dispatch Bay. “Dominic Turner, taken as payment against an unpaid secured loan of £50,000, taken out from us by one Mrs Pamela Vantari. All rental to Mrs Vantari in cash so no trail, no connection to us or any of our subsidiaries. All other data checks carried out and erased. Coated, semi-permanent sealatex. Sort code 08-08-25. Transfer and Shipping documentation in order pending payment 300,000 US. Destination Nanjing Road, Shanghai, China.”
“Very good, Michelle” said Dina Richards. “Well, that’s the last of the Tracey batch. So unfortunate: he was doing so well. Still, once they develop a taste for it, they’re always going to be troublesome unless that’s what the client wants. I guess Mrs Vantari wants something more than a maid, especially if Mr Vantari is away a lot. There’s something to be said for a versatile B&K Boy if you're that way inclined. I assume he’s plugged? We don’t want him forgetting his true purpose. Mrs Vantari will be receiving her pleasures but I’m sure she won't want to to deprive Mr Vantari.”
“Yes, Ms Richards. Fully plugged and catheterised.”
“Good,” said Dina giving Dominic a little pat between the cheeks of his bottom. She stepped on to the podium and whispered in his ear: “You are such a silly boy. It needn’t have been like this but you made your choices with Ms Tracey and there’s no going back now. Bye, bye. Safe travels. Enjoy fucking Mrs Vantari, but I hope Mr Vantari sets you right.” Dina stepped back as the girls from Shipping arrived to load the latex mannequin on to a trolley. “Now, I must go and see Caroline Wright. She seems to have got herself into the same predicament as Ms Tracey. Stupid woman. Honestly with some women it’s just cock, cock and more cock. Why won't they learn to be the dominant gender?”
“Yes, Ms Richards,” agreed Michelle who’d long since submitted to her feminine side.
2.Artistic Studies: No Way Out
Cassie had tried so hard: black latex leggings, black patent thigh boots, tight red latex sleeved top, black leather biker jacket, leather studded collar. What more did she need to do to show her devotion to Bergman and Knightley and The B&K Institute. Unfortunately, Ms Richards was unconvinced. “You may be a volunteer but I must remind you that you signed a Contract,” said Dina. She was getting exasperated. “Look, I’ll show you again. What does it say here?”
“Caroline Wright,” said Cassie.
“And is that your signature?”
“ Yes,” said Cassie shifting uncomfortably on Ms Richards carpet. “But there must be options. You allowed Emma Tracey ….”
“You know nothing of our arrangement with Ms Tracey. I am presenting you with your own way out. It’s a generous option given your misdemeanour. Those boys, your ‘Wright Set’ as you called them, have been running riot since that morning at your studio. Entirely the wrong kind of idea has got into them: they’re now far less interested in things getting in them and more interested in getting into our ladies. Not our girls but our ladies, might I emphasise. We’ve had to withdraw them from the shopfloor. We can’t have apprentice shop assistants propositioning our customers. They behave as if they’re on a debauched lads’ stag in Magaluf.”
“I’m sorry,” Ms Richards. “I had no idea …..”
“No, you hadn’t. You were told not to take them away from The Institute. Your option is to become a B&K Host. You can look after the two of the worst behaved of your girls: Sandy and Monica. You can either tame them or cater for their newfound tastes. It’s your choice and it’s your only choice, but it is your way of retaining some independence. If not we’ll keep you in the basement of the B&K Hostel. You can be a permanent Life Model and outlet for the boys.”
“You can’t do that. I can’t do that. I have a Studio to run.”
“Had. Had a studio to run. I think you’ll find looking after two B&K Boys, especially boys like Sandy and Monica, a full-time job.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No, not unless you want to reside in our basement. We will give you a stipend to look after the Boys. A modest stipend. You may need to sell some paintings to make ends meet.”
“Couldn’t I sell some of Monica’s photos? You let Emma Tracey …..”
“As I said, our arrangement with Ms Tracey is a private matter. Her photos were tasteful by comparison. Your photos are in my safe. We will release them should you ever try to abscond or renege on our agreement. I’m sure that there are Triple X websites or collectors who’d appreciate them.”
Cassie blushed. “But Jeff Koons did pictures and sculptures of him with Cicciolina ….”
“Jeff Koons did some very artistic poses with Ms Staler in their Made in Heaven exhibits. Yours were entirely different and even more graphic.”
“But she was a porn star. You could see him fucking her. Fucking and more. He sod.…..”
“And it was all very tasteful and planned. Yours were impromptu and disgraceful. Ms Staler went on to become a distinguished politician, whereas you…. you…… well you know what you are.”
“Yes, Ms Richards.” Cassie hung her head. She knew only too well how she’d behaved. It had all been so overwhelming and sudden. She’d lost herself in the moment.
“And Ms Wright?....”
“Yes, Ms Richards?”
“I note that you’re owing over seven thousand pounds on your B&K account. You will soon be in breach of your credit limit. I do recommend that you try and sell some paintings.”
“Yes, Ms Richards.”
Cassie couldn’t work out what was happening to her life. She never seemed to have a minute to herself. Sandy and Monica were lovely girls but they were always nagging her for attention …. and more. She felt so tired …. and sore. Her only break was when she invited friends round or she took the girls out. At least in public, they had to behave. Cassie could hardly leave them at home since she feared for her neighbours given the girls wandering eyes. The trouble was they always wanted to go shopping rather than to galleries. They wouldn’t allow her to get out her pad and do some sketching. She wasn’t going to paint her next masterpiece with them around.
Her finances weren’t getting any better. Two B&K Boys were expensive to run and their allowances didn’t go far. She was perpetually being chased by the bank about her overdraft and her credit card repayments. She managed to sell-off some of her older works to a dealer but at derisory prices. Her only salvation was persuading her friends to shop at B&K. When they came round, they’d often admire what Cassie was wearing. She’d take them to Bergmans where Ms Richards had arranged for her to receive an introduction fee based on their first shop. Ms Richards had also agreed to extend her B&K credit limit. Unfortunately it encouraged Cassie to lead by example and fuelled her growing addiction to B&K products. She was steadily building a wardrobe of pants and skirts in almost every colour and style available, and as for her heels and boots ….
Sandy and Monica didn't make things any easier. They always wanted to visit B&K on their shopping expeditions and meet up with their friends on the B&K shopfloor. They were proud of taking Cassie round and showing her off. Most ladies like showing off their B&K Boy; these girls liked showing off their B&K Host. The shop assistants always giggled when they saw her with Sandy and Monica. Cassie wondered her girls had been saying about her.
Sandy and Monica were always adding items to her shopping basket, both for themselves and Cassie. They liked dressing and then undressing her.
Sandy and Monica were also amassing a collection of toys. Last week’s shopping trip quickly degenerated as soon as they left the store. The girls couldn’t wait. “Where are you going?’” asked Audrey Travers as they dragged Cassie away from loading her car.
“We need to see Ms Wright in her panties,” said Sandy.
“We’re going to polish her till she shines,” added Monica.
“And then we’re going to try our new pantie inserts on her while she polishes us,” giggled Sandy.
“…… and then we’re going to fuck her,” called Monica over shoulder as she hailed a taxi.
“You are naughty boys,” pleaded Cassie but the girls had no intention of stopping now. Cassie had never levelled with her friends or family about why Sandy and Monica were living with her. “I'm going to have to explain this to her later.” She had no idea what she was going to say. She just hoped Audrey hadn't heard Monica’s last words.
“I'm sorry, I just thought she might like to know what we were going to be doing with you this afternoon,” laughed Monica.
The difficulty for Cassie was that she was already looking forward to what Sandy and Monica said they were going to do to her.
4. One Way Out: While Sandy Slept
Cassie’s finances were going from bad to worse or, more realistically, terrible to disastrous. She had no more canvasses to sell. She’d stopped giving art lessons to look after Sandy and Monica. Introduction fees to Bergman and Knightley were nothing like enough, and every visit she made to B&K simply led to more unaffordable purchases.
Cassie began researching other options on the internet. She became acquainted with the Dark Web where she found a secondary market for B&K Boys. It didn’t take long to identify potential buyers All she’d need to tell Ms Richards was that one of her boys had absconded. It seemed to Cassie quite likely that they might run away. She could make up some story about them seeing a guy in the street or some girl.
Given how problematic she’d been, she decided that Sandy was the beter candidate. Sandy was a handful. Monica was more cheeky but was more sweet natured, manageable and modestly sized. Sandy’s handsome endowment ought to secure a better price. She’d miss Sandy but sadly Sandy it had to be.
She posted details about Sandy with a reserve price of £20,000. That would more than cover her overdraft, her credit card and her Bergman and Knightley account. She waited. Responses started to arrive withing the hour. Some were deterred by Cassie’s insistence on Click and Collect. She might be used to crating up framed canvases but she had no experience of shipping a living human, especially a probably unwilling one: any purchaser was going to need to come and get Sandy. Despite this limiting potential buyers, a bidding war started and the price began to creep up.
By the close of the auction, Sandy’s price had reached £40,000. Cassie was delighted. Her debts would be more than covered and it would mean she could get the red mac and heels that she’d been yearning for. Her black mac was lovely but it would be nice to ring the changes.
That evening she plied Monica with whisky laced with Ambien. Monica needed an early night which allowed Cassie a final night of bliss with Sandy before giving the unsuspecting girl a nightcap. Sandy was sleeping like a baby when the money landed in Cassie’s account and she invited in the removal men.
5. No Way Sis
Monica was still fast asleep when Cassie did the bank transfers to pay off her debts. That still left her with £21,000 in her account. She felt jubilant. Time to go shopping. She slipped into bed alongside a still drowsy Monica and coaxed her to life. She wanted to celebrate with a trip to B&K. She told Monica that she’d had a late night with Sandy and was allowing her to sleep it off.
At Bergman’s Monica admired the red PVC coat dress and supported its purchase. Cassie didn’t worry: she still had £20,300 left and £19,900 after the shoes. And £19,200 after a pink latex ruffle skirt for Monica with bottom-up zip. With only Monica, to look after, she needed to assert her authority. It would be easier to run only one girl. She’d even take Monica to lunch as treat.
Cassie was on Cloud Nine. Money in the bank and a beautiful B&K Boy as a girlfriend. Her coat dress looked splendid and it felt heavenly kissing Monica on the lips in the restaurant and playing footsie with her. She felt liberated; she felt young. It was only after she’d been home for a couple of hours that reality struck: an email arrived from Bergman and Knightley’s Legal Department. The attached letter was terse and to the point:
Activity has been detected on the Dark Web. It is noted that you have been in breach of Clause 40 of your Contract regarding handling of a B&K Boy. Immediate return of Sandy Davenport is required.
In the absence of Ms Davenport’s return, immediate payment of £40,000 is required in lieu. Additionally penalties will be applied in accordance with your Contract (see Clause 52.)
In the absence of either Ms Davenport’s return or full payment, our B&K bailiffs will call to settle your debt to Bergman and Knightley (see Clause 56).
Cassie panicked. Had Monica ratted on her? She called Ms Richards to offer her apologies and £19,200. £19,200 was all she had. She pleaded with Ms Richards that there was no way she could repay the full £40,000, not even if she returned today’s purchases. Ms Richards merely referred her to the Legal Department. Legal was insistent: Sandy, £40,000 or the bailiffs would come and collect.
Cassie was desperate. She needed help and fast. She didn’t know where to turn. The contact on the Dark Web had vanished and there was no-one she knew who’d be prepared to lend her, let alone give her, that kind of money. She decided to call Flora as a last resort. She’d never got on with her elder sister and not seen her in months. Cassie had always been the opposite of Flora. Flora was staid, conventional and, in Cassie’s eyes, boring: a Princess of suburbia content with her work on the Parish Council and the Townswomens’ Guild. Cassie was seen as the lively one, the arty one, the bohemian one, the scatty one, the tearaway.
Cassie’s call was not a success. The dozy cow didn’t seem to understand: she’d probably not got her hearing aids adjusted properly. Cassie decided to go round. She’d have to beg. That would probably suit Flora down to the ground: her silly sister with money troubles again and no mum and dad to bail her out this time.
“Helen? What? What in heaven are you wearing?” demanded Flora after she’d let Cassie into the hall. Not a good start. Cassie hadn’t changed since leaving B&K that morning.
“It doesn't matter Sis'. I don't have time to explain, I need your help please.” Why did Flora always have to call her Helen? It might be her first name but Cassie never used it. She might have been christened Helen, but she preferred to go by her second name. Helen Caroline. Caroline was better than Helen but she still shortened it to Cassie. Only Flora persisted with Helen.
“But it’s positively indecent. You look like some kind of streetwalker. Is that how you earn your money these days? I always told Mum you’d come to no good.”
“No, I’m not!” objected Cassie. “How dare you suggest that!” Nevertheless, Cassie lodged that idea in the back of her mind. Perhaps escorting would be a way of making some quick money? Her coat dress was obviously giving off those kind of vibes. Could she try for some mature content on OnlyFans? “Look I need to talk to you.”
Flora led Cassie through to her cluttered kitchen-diner. She wasn’t going to allow Helen in the Lounge, not dressed like that. She was already worrying if her neighbours had seen Helen arrive. “So what is it, Helen? What have you got yourself into this time? And why do you look like a tart?”
Cassie attempted to explain. She missed out a lot of the detail. She didn’t mention Sandy (or Monica), her teaching at The B&K Institute, and her past misdeeds. She didn’t refer to Bergman and Knightley by name or her shopping habits.
“Look Sis, I’ve got a problem. I really need £40,000.”
“£40,000,” repeated an astonished Flora.
“Please Sis. Please. I’ve got mixed up with ……,” Cassie hesitated, how much was she willing to admit, was she prepared to tell Flora about getting banged by her ‘girls’? Would Flora even begin to understand about girls with cocks? Best to keep it simple, she decided, “…… some people. Please Sis’, they’re going to take me.”
“Take you? How do you mean take you? Take you where? Take you on holiday? Take you to prison?”
“No, take me. Take me to work for them, I guess.”
“Good. A proper job is what you need. Always running around, playing with your paints like you’re still at school.”
“I’m an artist,” objected Cassie.
“A failed artist who can’t pay her bills by the sounds of it. Why didn’t you just stay as an artist’s model? At least you were capable of taking your clothes off, and not just with that painter friend of yours, as I remember.”
“I still paint a bit. I sold some canvases recently.”
“Well clearly not enough if you owe £40,000.”
“So, will you help Sis’?”
“I’m afraid not. I don’t see you for months and now you come asking for money. I don’t have that kind of money to hand. I actually think a proper job is exactly what you need. It might sort out your profligate ways.”
“Thanks a lot Sis’,” said Cassie, acknowledging defeat. She drove home in a rage at Flora’s intransigence, but knowing in her heart that it had been a forlorn hope.
to be continued Soon
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Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
Like this girl. Many beautiful photoshoots around the theme.
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