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On PatreonToday
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Hi Everyone.
With The posting of this months page inthe calendar over on patreon we have the chance to top off our Easter series with this naughty little tale from out dear friend Skinnie S. Skinnie sent me three versions, but I felt we could do with a little naughtiness and so went for this one. Skinnie has also pointed out it kind of leans into Mistress LeatherBeth's view of the village. I can't thank Skinnie enough for all these amazing stories, they add a new and different angle to the worlds of Andy and Aunt Jane. Big and warm hugsXXAndyThe Return of the Easter Bunny (naughtiest)
So much for accompanying him round the village. Andy knew what was going to happen as soon as he spotted Mayfield emerging from the florists. “Run along, dear, and deliver your eggs,” gasped a slightly flustered Jane. “I may catch you up. If not, I’ll see you at Church. I just need to speak to Mayfield.”
“Yes, Auntie,” he replied grudgingly.
“Please take Fifi with you; he needs the exercise.”
“Yes, Auntie.”
“And don’t forget his Easter treat. It’s all arranged,” she added knowingly as the vicar approached.
“Yes, Auntie. Good morning Vicar.”
“Good morning, Andy. Happy Easter. Bunny time again, I see. I don’t recall it featuring in the Gospels but charitable giving fits well with the Easter message.”
“Yes, Reverend.” He couldn’t wait to get away. Jane’s parting peck on the cheek was scant consolation as he walked away clutching his basket of Easter eggs. He’d been looking forward to going round the village with Jane. He liked it when they held hands and were seen together. How things had changed since she’d first put him into his bunny costume for the Village Fête all those years ago when Mayfield’s sister had visited! He’d been so shy back then.
At least he was now able to dispense with the whiskers. They’d proved such a nuisance when Jane had got him selling kisses on the ‘Meet the Easter Bunny’ stall that afternoon to raise money for the church spire. Now, all the village expected to see him in his bunny costume at Easter, and he didn’t want to disappoint. It was quite a snug fit these days, but it felt to him like a slipping into a comfortable second skin.
There was something about the vicar that seemed to distract his Aunt. He really didn’t want to know, and definitely didn’t want to play gooseberry. set He tried to ignore overhearing their conversation as he proceeded towards Post Office corner. It seemed Mayfield was as concerned as ever about anything unseemly occurring in the village.
“But Lady Jane, it leaves so little to the imagination,” the Vicar burbled.
“Don’t worry, Mayfield. It’s only a little tighter than the last time he wore it,” reassured his Aunt. “And it’s Jane, not Lady Jane.”
Andy harrumphed to himself. Yes, his bunny outfit might be a bit tighter than when he’d first worn it. He’d filled out a little since then: too many good meals now that he was living with his Aunt. Anyway, Will preferred him like this: ‘Something to get hold of,’ he’d say. Andy liked being got hold of. And it made cuddling so much nicer.
Their voices receded as he approached Miss Goddard. "Happy Easter, Master Watson. Good morning Fifi,” she greeted
“Hello Miss Goddard. Oh, it’s so nice to see you again.”
“It's so nice to see our favourite Easter Bunny back to deliver our eggs this year. It’s fantastic seeing young people in the village getting into the Easter spirit. Lady Jane’s so good sending you round delivering Easter cheer to people who can't get out. They'll really appreciate getting a personal Easter egg delivery."
"Thank you Miss Goddard,” beamed Andy. “I'm off to do my rounds. I’m seeing Mr.Peters first."
"I'm sure that will really lift his spirits. I love how Jane puts you in the same costume each year. So sensible and environmentally conscious. None of this fast fashion nonsense. "
"Yes, Miss Goddard. It wouldn't feel like Easter if I wasn't wearing this outfit."
"Ankle boots this year I see rather than courts. They make a nice change."
"Yes, Miss Goddard. Much more practical on some of the farm drives."
"What are in your eggs this year?"
"Auntie’s Chocolatier did dark chocolate with a chocolate truffle filling."
"Oooh, delicious. I hope Jane gave you one too." Andy gave an embarrassed nod. His filling this year was rather different. "And is Will staying with you and Jane at Fullerton Hall this Easter?"
"He's arriving for the Church service and then joining us for Easter lunch."
"That'll be nice for you. I hope he gives you one too."
"Oh he will, he will," said Andy with a wry little smile of anticipation and slight uncertainty about what Miss Goddard really meant. "I must hurry. I must finish my rounds before the service starts."
"Run along, dear. Just watch out for Mr Jenkins' mastiff at Primrose End. Fifi might get a special Easter present there if he gets off the lead."
"Yes, Miss Goddard," agreed Andy, “I will. I know all about Champion. See you in church."
“Bye, bye, Andy. See you soon.” Miss Goddard watched Andy proceed daintily down the street towards Mr.Peters’ bungalow at the head of Glebe Close. There was a delightful wiggle to his walk, but she was slightly bemused by the clacks and clicks that didn’t seem to coincide with the tapping of his 5” heels on the pavement. Still it was nice to know that the boy would be getting some cock later: he always looked so much happier when Will came to stay. His radiant smile said it all.
Andy tightened his buttocks. He was already feeling anxious about Jane’s Easter egg. Hopefully a butter and sugar coating would slow its melting, but he had the rest of his deliveries and the Church service to get through before the prospect of any relief. He didn’t want a stain developing like last year and starting to show. He still felt sorry for the people who’d sat in the pews behind him and Jane. Fortunately there had been no bad smell only the rich warm aroma of cocoa, like being stood next to a luxury chocolate fountain. He didn't have a truffle centre this year. Something less sweet and calorific, though there’d be no fresh chocolate sauce for their ice cream dessert. Firmer and even nicer. This year, Jane had got her Chocolatier to coat a special BenWa egg. Jane had presented him with his egg before she helped him into his tight, semi-translucent latex bunny costume. She’d enjoyed easing the BenWa into him where it would nestle snuggly and pleasurably, until she left him and Will together after lunch when he’d receive his second Easter gift.
“Stop tugging, Fifi!” said Andy firmly. “Not yet!” Jane’s primped little mutt was sniffing the air and straining at his lead. Was it possible the miniature poodle could already smell what Jane had agreed would be tied up for him outside Primrose End. At this distance? Judging by his excitement, he could. “Are you on heat, Fifi? I didn’t think boy doggies got on heat.” And then he chuckled and smiled. He was going to be seeing Will soon. Even if boy doggies didn’t get on heat, boy bunnies certainly did. He gave his bottom a little shake, waggling his fluffy tail and letting the egg’s vibrations create a delightful frisson. Perhaps he should let Fifi enjoy his Easter too.
Miss Goddard was puzzled to see Andy continue past the end of Glebe Close where a lot of the village seniors lived, and head towards Primrose End at the bottom of the village. Jane’s nephew must’ve decided to change his delivery route. It seemed he was going to be visiting Mr.Jenkins next rather than Mr.Peters.
Andy opened the gate to Mr.Jenkins’ front garden and fastened Fifi’s lead to the fence. “I don’t want you straying while I see Mr.Jenkins.” said Andy to the bijou hound. “Not straying in that way, at least.” He rang the front doorbell and went in to see Mr.Jenkins. Fifi could stay there while he did the rest of his deliveries. Coming back to Primrose End at the end of his delivery circuit would lengthen his route, but it was nice walking in these heels and wearing his BenWa egg. It would allow Fifi some extra time with Champion too. From the howling outside, it was clear that Champion had risen. He’d ensure Will did later. Happy Easter.
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayLet's start off thenew month with a classic Andy situationSo Andy has a visitorwhilst also holdingthe fort for hisbeloved Aunt Jane whilst she is out.But who and what?Well that is all revealed over on Patreon
Hi Everyone Welcome to Friday. I hope you are all having some of the beautiful weather we are having here in the UK. So where else would you want to be than here on a Friday, because where else would you get these gorgeous treats from the wonderful ChristeenXXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
STOP PRESS. Hi Everyone. There are only a few things that would stop the S.S.n.S Presses but when blog legend Amanda Holden 54, steps out in latex ,the editors office goes into frenzy. This exactly what Ms Holden did as she continued her publicity tour for her new Netflix show. Stepping out in public she wore a jaw dropping glossy chocolate brown Latex gown that clung to her stunning figure in the hot early summer sun yesterday in London. The TV Presenter and Actress then popped into the McVities experience where that dress fitted in perfectly to the companies core brands. Enough waffle. Bring on the HoldenXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon Today.An amazing new piecefrom outr dear friendChristeen.This ticks so manyof my personaly boxes, a beautifulboy and hot latexwhat's not to love.Slip on over andtake a look.
Hi everyone Hope you are all well. I have so much stuff going on right now with this and that (none of it exciting though 😒) ,but what the heck this is a place for fun and naughtiness.
So today we can catch up on this years Easter fun which was shared a week ago on Patreon ,but now come to the blog in all its finished glory.
So we have seen Aunt Jane easing Andy into the easter spirit over the years,but since he has grown up I figured it would be nice to have Andy return to the Village as a confident and beautiful GirlyBoy and spread that love to all he sees. I think that radiant smile says it all.XXXAndy
and nowThe Return of the Easter Bunny
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayIt is the last Fridayin the month ofApril and that meanswe need to prepare forthe new month.There is no better way than to plot our adventures than on the latest page of our exclusive Patreon Calendar.This one is called.And the Award goes to
Hi Everyone We made it to another Friday. Time for many of you to relax I hope and how better than to sit back with a cup of tea (or coffee Lee) and enjoy 2 new images from Christeen plus a bonus of two classic Christeens that will bring new joy to those who missed them first time. Thank you Christeen for reminding us of you amazing talent. This is why she is the legend she is.XXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayIt's Monday A bank Holiday here in the uk,But we don;'t take time off here atS.S.n.S. We are stillhere bringing younew and wonderfullyslippery art fromthe world of Christeen.
Hi Everyone Happy Monday to you all. So lets get straight into the business of it. So we have now seen this piece of art twice before so how on earth can I make it appealing again. Well there are two ways. Firstly and bestly (Bestly?....on) I hand it over to our dear friend Skinnie S to weave one of his super stories into it and then just for fun, I add the final version of it to the bottom. So whilst in the care of the sisterhood Andy is put through his paces, heels in place naturally and he is sure to get a sweat on if not for the work out in the gym ,then for the ever ready buzzing he feels deep inside. But will the guys have their work out?XXAndy
Training Day
By Skinnie Stallion
He should have guessed that The Dark Institute’s gym would be a little different. “I don’t want you getting pudgy while I’m away,” Madam Dark had said. “Two weeks is too long for you to be left to vegetate. Our personal trainers will stop you running to seed. Madam Shadow, Madam Shade and Madam Eclipse will make sure you stay fit …… and active. After all, I wouldn’t want you to mope or get any silly thoughts about that woman.”
‘That woman’. Andy never stopped thinking about ‘that woman’. It had been two months since The Dark Institute had found and kidnapped him. Two months since he’d seen Auntie. Two months they’d been apart. He missed her so badly. Where was she? Where was he, for that matter? Some Dark Institute property undoubtedly, but where? Judging by the weather and most of the staff accents, still in England, but that wasn’t a certainty. He wondered how Jane might track him down. Was there anything he could do to help? Not when he was confined 24/7 within the mansion with just an occasional walk outside for fresh air or a little bit of (rare) sunshine. Perhaps a trip to the gym might afford an opportunity. That was assuming the gym was off-site. So many of these refurbished country mansions had installed gyms and pools, not to mention cinemas and other less salubrious haunts in their basements.
But it was a commercial gym to which he was taken by one of The Dark Institute’s leather clad drivers. Sadly he couldn’t see the route or even listen for cluse since she’d hooded him (the Institute’s latex gimp masks had other purposes) and applied headphones. The smoked glass windows of the limo meant he wouldn’t be seen by other cars or passers-by.
His hood was pulled off roughly on arrival and he was greeted by two shapely blonde ladies, very much in the Madam Dark mould though several years younger. They ushered him through the foyer and into the Ladies Changing Room where they were greeted by a third. All three wore standard gym bunny attire of white sports bra, white designer trainers, and tight, white workout leggings. It was obvious from their demeanour that they were all Madam Dark’s protégées.
“Let’s get you changed, sissy boy,” said the first, he later come to know as Madam Shade. She started to unzip his black latex maid’s dress.
“My, you are a good looking sissymaid,” observed a second as his dress descended to his ankles. “Step out of it, honey,” said Madam Eclipse. He looked down to make sure his 5” inch stilettos didn’t tread on and damage the delicate latex.
“Bra next, then panties,” ordered the third. “Mmm, no tits.”
“No tits, yet,” qualified Madam Eclipse. “Madam Dark will know what she’s doing. There’s a lot to be said for the boyish figure. No unsightly scars, and none of the loss of libido that hormones can cause. And given the market for ‘Sissy Milk Face Cream’, I can understand why she still wants him to be productive.” Andy grimaced. He hated the time he spent in the Institute’s milking parlour. It might be satisfying in easing the pent-up pressure, but totally unsatisfying in terms of any human warmth or emotion: weighed and measured for frequency, volume and consistency. Treated like a mere production unit when he wasn’t being frustrated and tormented, teased and on edge.
“Well some of that milk may get spilt later today,” sniggered Miss Shade. “No use crying over it though. Well not crying in that way. Take off your heels, darling,” she instructed, “and no sitting or kneeling down to do it. Just bend forward.”
As he leant forward to unbuckle the ankle straps on his Loubigirls, he yelped in surprise as a finger probed his bottom. He struggled not to topple forward, but at least it was a lubricated finger. “Nice smooth entry,” said Madam Shadow. “Tight but not too tight.”
“Maintained his balance as well,” said Madam Shade. “Not bad in those heels. Probably used to being taken from behind and taking it standing,” she added.
‘How could she know?’ thought Andy. ‘Was it that obvious?’
“Let’s see how he takes the vibe.” Andy felt an arm fold around his waist to support him, before a solid object was pushed inside him. A familiar shaped object. He relaxed, trying to offer as little resistance as possible as a Hummingbird penetrated him and settled into place as his anus closed around its narrow neck. “Very good. Aren’t you an experienced boy? Is that nice and comfy?”
Andy blushed and murmured assent. He might often wear a Hummingbird for Jane, but he was still embarrassed at the thought of others knowing about his preferences.
“Now put on your gym kit.” Madam Eclipse passed him with a couple of pink garments and a pair of pink ankle strap courts.
“But I can’t wear these,” he said as he unfolded the flimsy garments, “they’re hardly suitable. I can’t work out in these.”
“Entirely suitable for a boy like you: a boy with a buttplug up his arse,” riposted Madam Shadow crudely. “They’re fine if you’re just going to sit on a pec machine or do pull ups and pull downs. And you’ll look great on a treadmill in those heels.”
‘He’d look great anywhere in those heels with those legs,” added Madam Shade.
“But what will people think?” Andy asked.
“That a very cute girl is in the gym,” replied Madam Eclipse. “A girl who’s a bit of an airhead but can afford three, very attentive personal trainers. “Now get them on.”
Andy pulled on the briefest of halter neck latex crop tops. He thought that the teddy logo on his chest looked sweet, but he wasn’t going to admit that to the ladies, nor that the courts were comfortable and an easy fit. He was more worried by the pants. Despite his efforts at folding and tucking, they left little to the imagination. Try as he might to push things back and create a camel toe, he was left with a clearly discernible bulge.
“Right, honey, let’s go.” They led him into the main gym hall where loud techno music was playing. It was largely deserted apart from a couple of girls at the far end and two rather handsome looking guys practising with weights. They were both stripped to the waist and appeared to be waiting for his arrival. Andy couldn’t help admiring their rippling physiques, so very different from his own slender elfin shape. He was expecting the ladies to show him round the different machines and suggest a circuit and number of reps. Instead they took him to the centre of the floor. Madam Shade said abruptly, “We have done all we can today.” Andy didn’t understand, apart from changing him and plugging him, they hadn't done anything. “So now we will warm you up a little before the boys have their work out.”
Andy stared open mouthed as he watched Madam Eclipse get out her phone. “Let’s see if we can sync you up with some music. I’m sure the boys would like to see you dance.” He felt the Hummingbird start to vibrate violently inside him, and then Madam Shadow slipped a pair of headphones over his ears. The opening bars of ‘Baby Said’ by Måneskin began to pound in his ears as the plug throbbed and pulsed in time in his bum. His eyes started to roll as he thought of Victoria and her fingering something other than the long neck of her bass guitar. He couldn't help himself: he closed his eyes and began to dance. He was lost. It was so long since he’d felt liberated in this way. Fortunately his pants were tight, but he knew the bulge was getting worse. Måneskin gave way to Divinyls and his gyrations intensified as Victoria surrendered to Chrissy. The volume in his headphones meant that he didn’t hear Madam Shadow say, “When you think he’s warm, boys, take him to one of the benches. I’m sure he’ll be ready for a little bench press, or ideally a very slow, long one or two. We’ll stay and watch. You’ll get a bonus if you make him cum, although having a beauty like him should be enough of a bonus. We’ve brought a cum jar so nothing gets wasted.”
As his arousal increased, Andy made sure he committed to memory the name of the gym and the image of the skyline he could see through its plate glass window. He couldn’t be absolutely sure, but it looked to him like he was somewhere on the edge of Birmingham. Trapped by three ladies and two guys, Andy knew he had zero chance of escape. And he was hardly going to outrun them wearing 4” heels compared to their trainers. He had to find a way of getting that information to Auntie, especially if they were going to bring him here every day while Madam Dark was away. In the meantime, he might as well resign himself to his fate for a while. He needed to look like he was enjoying himself if they were going to bring him back for repeat visits. After all, it was certainly going to be nicer than being strapped to a milking machine.
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And Finally
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
On Patreon TodayEaster is in theair and that meansa little somethingspecial can be seendelivering eggs aroundthe village, Somethingcute and sweet.Hop one over toPatreon for a sneakpeak at the latest piece ofmy own art.
Hi Everyone. Three genuine classics from the pages of Christeens world today. Some of you,if you have been following Chisteen for years, might have seen these, But honestly I do not ever recall seeing these wonderful pieces and If we had, there has been nowhere else where one can comment on them and have the legend herself reply. I love these , these a super XXXAndy
Source: Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
Cela fait longtemps que j'imagine créer une saga dessinée totalement fétichiste, totalement latex et sexuellement suggestive. J'aime le verbe lorsqu'il accompagne l'image ou la précède, mais les photos elles-mêmes surpassent souvent le discours.
Et voilà, dans ce monde visuel du latex, qu'est venue l'IA. Beaucoup d'images sont encore maladroites, mais les progrès vont vite et je m'interroge sur l'avenir de la photographie de style face à ce déferlement technologique.
Pour l'instant j'y vois une opportunité, mes idées fusent, il faut bien que l'imaginaire du fétichiste que je suis, au moins, subsiste.
J'ai trouvé ces images sur Insta, un site dédié au nylon "Spandexheaven"; pas mal pour un début malgré de grossières erreurs, mais il y a de l'idée en particulier dans les détails.
Source: FetishLover
Je suis plutôt du matin, c'est le matin que j'écris quand tout ce que j'ai ruminé la nuit est encore frais dans mon esprit. En fait, si j'en avais le courage, j'écrirais la nuit entre deux rêves. Un rêve profond puis un autre, mi- éveil, entre érotisme et fantasme ou autre fantaisie.
Malgré toutes les apparences, l'envie d'écrire est intacte et peut être salvatrice.
Le ciel était clair et chaud ce matin quand j'ai ouvert les volets d'une grande maison qui ressemble à la mienne sans vraiment être semblable. Un lieu familier que j'ai reconnu comme le mien, habité de personnes que je connaissais, comme cette jeune femme qui était forcément ma compagne et qui pourtant ne lui ressemble pas.
Je la rejoignis dans le jardin, une petite fille jouait sur la terrasse. Elle me tendit un verre d'orangeade en souriant. Tout semblait naturel et me plongeait dans un certain malaise ; je n'étais pas chez moi.
Cette maison, je l'avais habitée il y a plusieurs années, cet enfant ressemblait a mon premier enfant, et cette femme avait les traits en plus juvéniles et plus avenants de ceux de mon ex-femme. C'était elle et ce n'était pas elle comme si tout était entouré de brume et d'incertitudes.
Pour moi je n'avais aucun doute, c'était bien moi, plus jeune, une trentaine d'années mais avec toutes mes pensées encore vivaces et fraîches, comme l'odeur et la caresse du latex de la veille. J'étais comme arraché et transporté près de vingt ans en arrière mais avec toute la mémoire de ma vie d'après ; Cette vie que j'avais construite pas à pas, avec des tâtonnements, des échecs mais aussi des réussites.
Cette vie que j'avais voulue en harmonie avec ce que je voulais vivre et que je n'avais pas osé réaliser avant, surtout pour ma vie intime.
Qui ne rêve pas de renverser le temps, mais seulement avec maîtrise contrairement au Benjamin Button de Francis Scott Fitzgerald? Gagner quelques années en arrière, savoir où on a trébuché pour éviter l'obstacle? Avoir la préscience presque divine de son avenir parce qu'on l'a déjà vécu ?
Soudain pourtant je me trouve placé devant un gouffre d'angoisses. Où était cet enfant que j'aime tant et avec lequel je vis maintenant ? Et ma compagne qui m'a tout offert? Pourquoi serais-je soumis à l'obligation de refaire une vie que je ne voulais pas? Tout reprendre… Tout recommencer … En aurais-je la force ?
Un aboiement rauque de mon chien m'a tiré de ce curieux délire, un peu abasourdi, tout m'est resté en mémoire et je me suis dit que je devais vite l'écrire avant le soir. Ecrire, c'est comme une thérapie.
Dans ce blog, j'ai toujours aimé les images, j'ai choisi celle-ci, qui est un malhabile mélange de deux selfies dont j'ai tenté de faire un montage il a quelques temps. Je suis nul en montage et retouche photo, mais le résultat me plaît pas mal et pour en connaître la raison, il faudra attendre le second billet.
Ce qui est certain, c'est qu'ici ou ailleurs je vais reprendre la plume, avec plus de vérité et moins de filtre, car finalement je n'ai de compte à rendre à personne si ce n'est mes proches que j'aime.
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Like this girl. Many beautiful photoshoots around the theme.
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