15. Angela
Niall and Angela were in the living room when we came down at about eleven thirty. Owain had heard us stirring and had coffee and some biscuits waiting as we entered. Outside the windows the weather had worsened. Both were casually but sensibly dressed, and I was struck by how beautiful Angela was as she stood to greet us. Her russet hair framed her face and her very blue eyes shone with mischief as she embraced Connor. My nephew, Niall, was a very lucky man.
“I keep telling Niall I’m going out with him so I get a ‘two for one’—him and Connor.”
“You’re just after my rubber version!” Connor retorted. His face split into a naughty grin. “At least I get more of my twin brother that way.”
“Yes!” Her laugh was musical as she embraced both brothers. “You’ve got me there.”
Watching the interchange Rob sipped his coffee, and sampled the biscuits Owain had provided. Smiling he suggested, “Looks like you’ll fit right into this mad family, my dear. Now, what do you lot want to do on this dreadful day? Walking in this is not on my menu, so I might do some writing. Any other suggestions?”
“Yes,” I got in ahead of the others. “I’m going to drag my soon to be niece-in-law off to my studio and do some preliminary sketches of her for a portrait.”
Niall looked at his brother and grinned. “Guess that leaves you and me …”
“To talk and catch up on everything,” Connor said firmly. Punching his brother on the arm, he continued, “Since you’re soon going to be fully occupied with a wife, a family, and all the business of running Moon Pond Farm … we need to talk about the family bit.”
“Don’t I get any say in that?” Angela cut in pretending to be annoyed.
“You do, dear sister-in-law-to-be, but first I need to make sure your husband-to-be fully understands what it’s going to mean for your second son—and for both of you as his parents.” Hugging her, Connor planted a kiss on her cheek as Eric arrived at the door. “Looks like lunch is served!”
In my studio, Angela studied some of my paintings and sketches critically.
“When did you study art? These are fabulous!”
“Only at school,” I grinned. “It’s a little tricky with my alternative lifestyle to do anything formally. Eric sells my paintings through the gallery he works for in the city.” With my sketch pad ready and my pencils prepared, I asked, “I have in mind a classic portrait of you in profile or half profile—and perhaps another in a pose you would like. That one will be for you and Niall, this first ‘portrait’ is for the family rogues gallery at Moon Pond.”
“I like that.” She gave it some thought. “The second portrait is just for Niall and me?” The wicked look warned me she was going to suggest something off the wall. “I can choose the pose and the costume?”
“That’s what I said.” I had a feeling I knew what she planned to propose.
“And Niall won’t see it until you give it to him?”
“If that’s what you want.” Waving my pencil I warned, “There’s probably only time today to do the ‘formal’ sketches. I’m unable to sketch or paint once I go rubber …”
“Okay. Guess I’ll have to come and ‘sit’ for you again then.” Looking round she asked, “Where should I sit?”
“The armchair will be fine,” I said, arranging the lights I needed thanks to the heavy overcast. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be as quick as I can.”
Damn, she was beautiful, and a perfect model. I was very pleased with the sketches I got in profile, half profile and full face—the latter tricky because she managed to flirt outrageously as I tried to capture her. This woman was going to be Niall’s ‘master’, his Dominatrix, and I suspected, would try to dominate us as well. As I worked, we talked. She wasn’t shy about her feelings for Naill, nor about her being ‘Bi’ and her fetish.
She talked about her parents, and their acceptance of her ‘wildness’ and indulged her. I sensed a little sadness there. But they knew Glynn and Glenda, and liked them, so had no problem with talk of marriage to Niall.
“If only they knew,” she said, laughing. “They know you and Connor are gay, of course, but not about …”
“Us being rubber sex toys?” I finished my sketch. “Few people do, only close ‘family’ really.” Studying my sketches, I was satisfied. “Those will be a good starting point.” Handing her the pad, I stretched and watched her study them.
“You are very good, Eon,” she said at last, handing the pad back. Her smile spread slowly. “You’re all so damned talented. I expect you know Connor is brilliant at photography?”
“I’d noticed,” I laughed. “We bought him a super-duper-all-singing-all-dancing job with a selection of lenses.” Smiling, I added, “It does run in the family I guess. You’ll know that Niall is a genius with small mechanical things and electronics. From what Tynan turned up, our ancestor was very clever with all manner of engineering—that’s how he funded himself on his travels. Before he became … obviously.”
“Niall told me about him.” Frowning, she paused. “Mind if I ask a personal question?”
“Go ahead.” Leaning back, I waited.
“I couldn’t help noticing …” Her mischievous expression was back. “Niall doesn’t have a lot of pubic hair, and he’s got almost none anywhere else. Is that another ‘family’ thing?”
“Is that all?” Standing, I grinned. “I’ve not got that intimate with Niall, but I have no body hair—anywhere, nor does Connor or Rob. No beard either. It doesn’t convert to rubber easily, and our heads,” patting my head, and my fairly conventional short haircut, I explained. “Get a sort of ‘bald’ appearance when we change as you may have noticed.” I grinned. “Our heads aren’t normally what our … companions are looking at.”
“Thanks, that explains it.” She grinned. “I like it. Actually I shave. You know I’m a rubber dominatrix sometimes? Then I don’t need to explain.” Hesitating she watched me. “You still want to do a portrait just for Niall and me?”
“Yes, I do. What would you like?”
“My choice?” Uncoiling herself from the chair, she stood, her expression teasing. “Okay, I’d like you to paint me in my favourite rubber mistress outfit.”
“Okay.” Pausing, I considered. “Will you be lying down, sitting or standing? If you’re going to be standing we’ll need to find a pose that is easy to hold as you’ll be stood for a while so I can get the sketch right.”
“No problem. When can you do it?”
“When are you available? You’ll need to bring the outfit with you, and we’ll have to let Connor in on the secret, and Rob as well.”
“I’m going to be in the city week after next—for an appointment. How long do you need? I can stretch my stay for at least one day.” Laughing, she added, “I’m guessing evenings are out!”
“You guessed right on that one.” We both laughed, and I took her arm. “Time we joined the others for tea—sundown is a bit of a deadline for us.”
Niall and Connor thoroughly enjoyed their afternoon of ‘catching up’, though, as I learned over our pre-sunset coffee, Connor had dared his brother to join him in the cellar at sunset.
“In your rubber catsuit.” Connor’s grin challenged Niall.
“What’s this?” Angela asked. “If he gets to be there in rubber—then I should be as well!”
Connor glanced at us, looking for backup. Rob decided to take a hand, nodding to me, he winked.
“Sure. Why not? You’ll soon be family, so you might as well see us in all our rubber glory, but you’d both better hussle—you’ve only twenty minutes to get ‘dressed’ for it.” Watching them, he added, “And we insist you’re there, in rubber, when we return.”
“You’re on,” Angela nodded, standing, her laugh at Connor’s expression music. “Come on, Niall, it’s a challenge we can’t refuse.”
As they raced upstairs, Rob stretched. “I think the Master may have a surprise in store for them.” Standing he smiled. “We’d best get ready ourselves and they won’t be long changing.”
Connor and I followed him down to our portal cellar. We’d barely finished stripping when our ‘guests’ joined us. Angela looked stunning in skintight red latex, with high heeled thigh length boots and a ‘cat woman’ style hood and mask and her beautiful russet hair drawn into a magnificent ponytail from the top of it. Her small breasts pushed the latex into two perfectly formed mounds in the latex, enhancing her femininity. Niall’s catsuit was black, also skintight and showing off his erection through the latex. Knee high Doc Marten style boots encased his legs and a half-face hood covered his head, with a heavy rubber collar round his neck.
Connor smiled and embraced his brother.
“You guys look magnificent,” he began, then he shivered and transformed into his doll form. “Oops …”
“He’s right,” Rob commented. “Angela, you’re magnificent. An absolute picture …”
“Thanks, Rob,” she turned to me and winked. “Like it?”
“Rob’s right, you are magnificent, my dear. I think you’ll make my nephew a very happy man.” In my head the Master spoke, “She will bring a new era, my Eon. For my followers and your successors.”
“Wait a moment,” Angela said, looking from me and Rob to Connor. “Why are you two not … and Connor’s already …?”
“Us? Because it isn’t yet sundown, and Connor is holding a rubberised man—even if it is his brother.” Laughing, I took Angela’s hands. “We are totally Gay. We admire feminine form and beauty, and we like a woman’s company … but we get no sexual impulse from it. Touching an aroused man, however …”
Rob moved the stand between Niall and Angela, taking each by the hand, and Connor and I ‘heard’ the Master tell us to stand either side of the trio and take their free hands.
“The Master wants you to be linked to us as we change.” As I said this, I felt the change strike. “Sundown … Mistress.”
Even though they’d seen me change into my rubber form at breakfast, I’d had the bathrobe on. Now they had Rob, Connor and myself stood beside them naked and gasped as we changed into our rubber form to begin our nightly service to our Gay users and masters.
“We must enter our portals, our users await us,” Rob said in his monotone voice. “Watch the portal and you will be able to witness all that happens to us.” Hesitating, he continued. “The Master suggests you remain in this place until we return. You will find the experience of our enjoyment by our users—exciting.”
“How …?” Angela began as we lurched into the alcove, and vanished.
