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Peek (Patreon)

Published:
2021-02-12 06:00:02
Imported:
2026-06

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Hello Friends

A sneak peek at a new piece of art, as ever minus my dialog.

You will notice this is a companion piece to the last piece I post on the blog, featuring Andy in distress at the supermarket. More a companion in structure than narrative.

I created this immediately after the Supermarket one almost as an antidote to the sadness Andy was feeling.

It see's Andy with slightly sexier make-up and take a close look at that skirt.

So It's all in your delicate hands

Big hugs

XXX

Andy  

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Skinnie S

I've not proof read this so it's probably riddled with typos and errors. I may edit later. I think you'll get the gist: The driveway up to Fullerton Towers looked as daunting as ever. The gravel ground beneath his feet as Will took his first steps with trepidation. At the first crunch, Will saw a security camera swivel and focus on him. Sound activated, he thought. People always said Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones was a sophisticated woman. She clearly valued her privacy and her safety. He wondered what treasures she might be hiding in her mansion. He was being watched. But by whom? Was it just recording or was a guard watching in a control room. Was it being remotely monitored? This was silly. He was sure it was Andy. He thought it was Andy. It had to be Andy. Who could it be if it wasn’t Andy. He hadn’t answered his mobile. His WhatsApps didn’t even show as read. He wasn’t at his parents house. They’d said he was out. “Probably at Jane’s,” his mother had said. (Jane? Not Lady Jane? Just Jane? Will had mused.) “He’s always at Jane’s,” Andy’s mother had laughed. “I’m sure he’ll be there. She’s such a tonic for him,” and raised one eyebrow somewhat wrily to him. “You look anxious Will. Do you need to see him?” That was thirty minutes ago. It hadn’t taken long to walk to the outskirts of town to where some of the old country estates started with their surrounding villages. He hadn’t needed directions. But it was going to take another three minutes just to get up the drive. He’d better compose himself and think what he was going to say. Will cursed beneath his breath. Why had he come this far and not thought about that? Was it just impulse? What was driving him? He had to have something to say. The more he thought about it the madder it seemed. He thought he’d seen Andy in the shop. So what? What if it was? It had nothing to do with him. But the person had been crying. Crying real tears. And that had only started after they’d seen Will looking at them. Will had scuttled away but had watched the reflection in the freezer cabinets as Lady Jane had tried to comfort them. He was sure he heard her say “Andrew”. It had to be Andy. And hadn’t Lady Jane noticed Will’s own reflection too and returned his gaze while she talked to what he initially taken to be a pretty girl. So what was he going to say? Another few steps, and unbeknownst to Will, a second camera pivoted in the laurel bushes and picked him up. Will didn’t notice. He was focused on the mansion ahead. His course was tracked all the way up the drive past the manicured flower beds and bushes and round the low walled circle of grass where a croquet pitch had been laid out. A silver BMW i8 Coupé was parked in front of the house - of course a Tesla was never going to be good enough for Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones. Up in her study, there was a soft buzz. Jane stopped reading “The Economist” and looked up at the multi-screen mounted high in the corner. So, he had come after all. She’d hoped he would but he’d taken his time. “Andrew, when you’ve finished dusting the dining room, can you set out the tea things in lounge, please? An extra place, too. I think we have a visitor,” Jane called down. “Yes, Auntie,” Andy called back. He was tidying the little flower arrangement on the table. “I’ve just got a bit more dusting to do here.” Flower arranging was so calming. He’d done the ones in the hall and the library. This one was so simple and it wouldn’t be there for long. He knew what would be occupying centre space on the table later that evening. He was feeling a lot better now he was back into his Saturday afternoon routine. When they’d got home Auntie had got him out of those jeans which seemed to have caused such a stir and popped him in a relaxing bath with a fragrant Lush bomb. His mascara streaks were washed away. She’d then towelled him down and oiled him before helping him into his maid’s dress. She’d swapped his little stud earrings for nice gold hoops, and then it was make-up time again. And then it was what Jane described as the final finishing touches before he started on his chores. She fastened a little embossed choker titanium round his neck which a tag attached to a little D-ring at this throat hanging to cover his Adam’s apple. They’d only been back two hours but he was already feeling calmer. He’d been so silly to worry. Crying in the supermarket. Really! Only girls cry. And it had messed up his make-up too. Andy hummed to himself as he finished with the blooms. Doing his household duties kept him occupied while Jane was catching up on her reading. He felt dessert that evening’s dessert warming too which made him even more comfortable too. An extra space? Jenevieve had probably arrived early. Maybe she wanted to change and get in the mood for the evening ahead. But tea! This was too early. Jane would not be happy to be disturbed. Andy was sure Jenevieve would have to pay in some way later, although maybe that was what she wanted. “OK, darling” called down Jane again as she rose from her chair. She checked the mirror. She flicked her fringe slightly and had a final glance up at the multi-screen. The blonde boy looked nervous. He was fidgeting and still hadn’t pressed the bell. He was trying to arrange his hair. It was delightfully tousled and almost slightly bouffant. She briefly wondered whether she could take him to her hairdresser. He had a pretty face. She stopped herself. He might be pretty but was he right for Andrew? She had to be sure. At least he’d come. She moved gracefully on her 5” Loubous towards the stairs, her leather pants squeaking sweetly with each step. Will shook himself. This was silly. He’d come this far. She could only say ‘No’ or ‘Andy isn’t here’. He pulled down the brass handle. Inside he heard faintly the clang of a bell. She might have hi-tech security but no electronic bell or buzzer for Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones. He almost wondered whether to expect the door to be opened by a butler. He surprised to find the door open almost immediately. It was if he was expected. He was even more surprised to see that the door was being opened by Lady Jane herself. But not Lady Jane as she’d looked in the supermarket. Will gulped. She might be rather mature in years but she looked amazing. He’d always thought her an attractive lady, and she’d been a notable figure around town for many As the door opened wider, the silver haired lady in awesome tight black leather pants spoke first. “I’d been wondering whether you’d come,” she said with confident assurance. “You must be William.” “Er, yes. How did you know?” “Oh, I know young man. Let’s just say someone’s been worrying about you.” “Worrying about me!? Why, me? And who? Who’s worrying?” “Oh, I think you know, William. Why don’t you come in and say hello? I’m sure someone will be pleased to see you.” Will overcame his fears and stepped inside. This really was madness. ------------------------------------------------------------------- "Don't worry. Don't worry. It's OK. No-one saw you. No-one noticed." “But ….” “Well, I mean everyone noticed. It was hard not to. But no-one knew. You were just a pretty girl out with Lady Jane.” “But ….” “People were concerned.” “Why?” queried Andy. “They saw you were crying.” “But I was just worrying.” “Why? What was there to worry about?” “I thought people had seen me.” “Of course people had seen you! Everyone had seen you. It’s not every day you see a stunning girl in tight shiny jeans and a crop top. People were nudging each other and pointing you out. I even heard someone say, ‘You have to see the girl in Aisle 3. She looks amazing.’” “Oh no!” “But Andy, that’s a compliment.” “So people were looking at me.” “Well, yes.” “And they were telling people about me.” “Er, yes.” Will grew concerned. Andy still hadn’t managed to look at him since at him since he’d come in. He’d had his back turned ever since Lady Jane had greeted him and taken him to the room where Andy was working. Immediately Will had appeared, Andy had turned away and had been fumbling with the choker round his neck. Jane watched from the doorway in silence, quietly observing the two of them. They’d been blathering away like this for the last ten minutes. They’d been going round in circles. Andy had kept back turned on Will. Will had been phased at first seeing a maid in the dining room. Jane guessed she’d been expecting to see Andy still in his jeans. Well, she had wanted him to see Andy as his true self. But her poor dear nephew, still hadn’t summoned the courage to face his friend. All the time he’d been scrabbling at his neck as Will got closer and closer. As Will finally touched his arm to give him what started as a gentle pat of reassurance but had become a soft, lingering caress, Jane realised that Andy had managed to remove the tag from his collar. He clearly didn’t want Will reading ‘Sissy Maid’. But he was being silly, as ever. His big hoop earrings might take just as much explaining and he’d probably forgotten his gunmetal collar was embossed all the round with the ‘SISSY BOY” motif. She had to hand to BOY, their clothing, jewellery and device designs were very special. “But Will ….” “But Andy ….” “But Will …..” “Enough!” interjected Jane sternly. “You two! Just stop yattering like two lovebirds.” Both Andy and Will looked startled. “Andrew! Look at me.” Andy turned to face her. “Will has been fhere or at least ten minutes and you haven’t even had the courtesy even to look at him.” “Sorry, Auntie.” “Don’t say sorry to me. Say it to William.” Andy turned shamefacedly towards his friend. “Sorry Will. I’m so sorry.” Tears started to well in his eyes. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Please don’t cry. I can’t bear to see you cry,” said Will. “But you’ve seen me. You saw me,” pleaded Andy his face now upturned and staring into Will’s eyes. “Yes, I saw you. I’m seeing you know.” Will reached out held Andy by his upper arms. His arms gripping the soft shiny latex but he was focused on the person beneath. His friend. His beautiful friend. “But I’m dressed. Dressed like this.” “Yes.” “But I’m dressed ….” “Yes, Andrew we can see you’re dressed. In fact I’m sure William is glad that you are. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if you weren’t. If you mean, you’re dressed as a maid. Yes, you are. And a pretty one too, if I may say so. Wouldn’t you agree, William.” “Er, yes. Very pretty,” mumbled Will “You’re dressed as my maid. My lovely latex maid. In fact my latex sissy maid. You’ve been my sissy maid for several years now. Does that concern you William?” “Er, no,” mumbled Will again. “Then I suggest you two stop bickering and we all sit down and have a nice cup of tea. Shall we go next door to the lounge? Come on you two.” Jane beckoned them to follow and as she turned from the doorway asked, “Do you like cherries and cream, William? Or do you prefer them with chocolate sauce?” Andy blushed. Will thought it has the prettiest blush he had ever seen.

Lee

Another beautiful piece and a wonderful companion to the last. Andy is home and safe, but it would seem he is in turmoil from all of these new feelings. As exciting and as wonderful as it is to be pretty to attract admiring glances, it is Will's admiring glances and gentle touch that makes his tummy flutter. So wrong, yet so right. Now he finds Will has the same feelings for him, or is it her? Back to work for Aunt jane, safe at home, a new scandalous uniform, and now Will comes to visit his friend only to find his dream girl. Sweet, innocent and demure, for now. Will's need to protect his friend in the safety of his strong arms. As Lady Jane looks on from the landing. Either that, or she has excessive platforms as her knees are above the table. There must be a party this night as even her make-up is more dramatic, as is Andy's.

Aidan

Beautiful art. Andy now knows Will is going to be kind and comforting. Aunt Jane’s relaxed after her observation and knows they’re good for one another. Andy’s skirt is gorgeous, just about the right amount of transparency to be modest.

Robyn Stephens

I agree, A nice companion piece with the shopping distress earlier. And Skinnie S story is great. And yet another Wow when I 1st seen the artwork and yes to the skirt. Although my fav is still your Feb 3rd one in the pink outfit. Andy's legs speak for themselves.

masumi

...now I feel like a dirty perv, trying to work out what sort of knickers Andy has under that most excellent skirt! ;)