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Lady Jane Preview (Patreon)

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2022-08-19 05:01:02
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2026-06
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Hello Friends

 So, Lady Jane returns, as do The Debutantes of Devonshire, but what is happening and what has made our aristocratic heroine reach for her trusty weapon.

As ever I know the answer, but until then I leave it to your wonderful imaginations 

I have included the other covers in the series just to refresh your memories.

XXX

Andy 

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Skinnie S

Does this work?? "It’s nice that you could visit us again, Lady Jane,” said the blonde lady in the black pencil latex skirt who’d greeted Jane on arrival at the Manor. “I do hope you enjoyed your trip to Shanghai.” “You know what I’m here for,” said Lady Jane, still seething with fury at being sent on a wild goose chase. “Or rather, who I’m here for.” “Please calm down Lady Jane. Just take a few moments to enjoy the ambience of Devonshire Manor. I do hope you like our hall decoration. As you can see Lady Jane, all our 'girls' go through very thorough training. After a month’s conditioning as our corridor sculptures, their postures improve immeasurably.” “Barbaric!” muttered Lady Jane. “Not at all, Lady Jane. Our girls learn to love it and it’s an important step on their journey to becoming one of our Debutantes. They can see what tight corset discipline does to their figures and how it’s sculpted them to feminine perfection. And after fourteen hours each day standing clamped in 5” Louboutins, they’ll never moan about wearing high heels ever again.” “And Andy was made to do this?” “Yes, he’s enjoyed his time with us. He was feeling fine by the end of his corridor duty.” “Really?” queried Jane. “Yes, definitely feline fine.” “But how?” “As I said, we condition them. At first it feels to them like sensory deprivation: bound, hooded, blindfolded, ears filled with white noise, tasting only rubber, and – of course – tucked and plugged.” “That must be hell,” said Jane feeling a wave of sympathy for the rubber gimps lining the corridor. “Maybe at the start, but after the first week they grow accustomed to it. Their senses are heightened. They learn to welcome the tight restrictive feel of their latex catsuits. They realise that the only mobile part of their body is their tongue and they become adept at sucking the 3” anatomical rubber plug filling their mouth: enough to suck comfortably while not enough to make them gag. After four weeks they become very adept, as all our male clients will testify, and their tongues never disappoint our female ones either.” “I’m sure Andy needed no additional training in that department. I’d already ensured that he was very ‘adept’.” “Please remember, Lady Jane practice makes perfect. There’s always room for improvement, although we did find your boy could go up to 5” without gagging so he must have been getting some practice elsewhere, and not with you.” ‘That boy!’ thought Jane. No wonder he always asked her to book seats in the back row when she let him go to the cinema with William. “After the first couple of days, we change the sound in their headphones to hypno. At first it’s just soft trance music, but then it moves to hypno-chant.” “You hypnotise them!” exclaimed Jane “Not quite, Lady Jane. It’s more a case of teaching them their role and about their future life.” “You mean you brain wash them.” “If you like. It certainly makes them very docile. By the second week, they don’t need supervision in the mornings to get dressed. They’re all eager, helping each other with their plugs and tucking, and lacing each other’s corsets. They become far stricter at lacing than our Governesses: by the third week they’re using tape measures to check their progress, even demanding smaller sizes and stiffer steel stays, and we no longer need our warders to supervise or control them. They scamper along like good girls, only wanting the warders to lock the manacles, and asking the Governesses for their hoods and gags.” “You mean that they want this treatment?!” exclaimed Jane. “Most definitely. Especially when we change from basic plugs to vibrators from Week 2: basic vibrate in Week 2; vibrate patterns in week 3; and now, in Week 4, they have vibrate patterns and thrust. Don’t you feel a little moist yourself at that thought, Lady Jane? Such happy girls.” “No wonder they become so eager,” said Jane, fearing what her boy had become. “Yes this group are coming up to the end of Week 4. This one at the end’s my favourite. I do like feeling how much she’s enjoying herself even though she stays soft and limp in her tuck. She’s quivering with pleasure. By Week 4 they leak so much. Would you like a feel too, Lady Jane? This one’s very special to me.” “No … thank …. You,” responded Jane in stentorian tones, softly withdrawing her revolver from her thigh holster while her guide was pre-occupied and fearing who ‘this one’ might be. But her guide was ahead of her: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Lady Jane. You were scanned at the entrance, and we know what you’re packing. If you’d been more observant, you’d have seen the spyholes along the corridor and that we’ve had you covered all the time.” Jane looked round and realised she’d become focused if not fixated by the rubber gimp neglecting her tradecraft. Not only were there spyholes, but there were also rifle barrels protruding from some of the apertures. “Now, I want to play with my Pussy.” “Does it really excite you that much to have these poor boys trapped like this?” challenged Jane. “I can assure you they love it. By Week 4, becoming a proper Debutante is the height of their aspiration. And I do like my Pussy. Here he is now.” Jane turned to see a shapely figure in semi-transparent black latex catsuit with cat’s mask with ears, pink collar, and high heels enter the corridor and slink along on his hands and knees towards the guide. As the catlike figure approached she could see that it wore a tail, and that the tail was buzzing. The human cat raised its head as it glided sinuously towards the Guide and jolted to a halt as its eyes met Jane’s. A dawning realisation hit Jane as the same time as darts from the air rifles punctured the latex of her William Wilde dress. It felt like she had received two very sharp stings as they penetrated each of her buttocks. Suddenly she felt very dizzy and sleepy. The Guide caught her beneath her armpits as she began to crumple towards the floor. The Guide eased her down on to the marble paving. The Guide spoke into her wrist-watch: “Warders to the Statue Corridor, now.” As she removed Lady Jane’s revolver, two burly, leather uniformed ladies swiftly appeared. “I want Lady Jane taken to Cell 6. While she’s unconscious, I want her changed into full gimp outfit: we should have a catsuit big enough to fit her and she’s already wearing her own Louboutins. Two plugs, obviously. When she wakes up, she’ll find herself as the latest ornament in the Statue Corridor. Won’t that be nice, kitty? Or should I say, Andy?”

Lee

Oh, silly me. In the last pic, I thought it was Andrew in the red jacket (to match his hair) being loved by his pet.

Michyle Glen

I can see this as a several chapter story easily.

Aidan

Of course absolutely gorgeous art and outfits on Andy and the others. Oh deary me, there could be so many threads of thought, my head is spinning like a spiders web. Love it!!!! Skinnie S follows a lovely idea. Anyhhoooo, salt on porridge, nooooo for me. xx

Ernst Fischer

Andy alone wears 6” heels every time and they will raise.

Ernst Fischer

Andy is also the one who is every time extreme tight corsettet from neck to the knees. He is in heavy heavy makeup and big hair. A hobble skirt is every timer required and ultimate ballet heels for the little steps. Every day min 5 hours in the Beauty salon makes him ultrafeminine!