Chapter 19

Victoria silently slid the bolt on the rear gate to open, before pausing and waiting a moment. She smiled as she imagined the scenario had she not bolted the gate and her staid friend had arrived just five minutes earlier; she'd have seen just how merry a widow she had become, and one the gardener was prepared to show his humblest respects for. The thought of Angela seeing her naked with a naked gardener, his tongue deep in her asshole, brought home to her just how much things had changed; Angela's first viewing of her would confirm just that. The doorbell rang and Victoria then opened the gate and called her friend round. The prim Angela was delighted to see her friend again, but was astounded by her appearance; the little things such as her brightly coloured finger and toe-nails, her application of make-up and her obvious all over tan - the sari exposing a shoulder with no visible strap-lines, indicating regular topless sunbathing - were as noticeable as the sexy black sari itself. Angela was not quite conscious of it, but as she hugged her friend, she took in a little of the pheromones from the prior excitement, and as she viewed the gardener her neglected pussy buzzed with excitement, making her blush. She looked back at Victoria.

"Oh I wish I were as sexy as you! I can see you really have come out of your shell since having a holiday" Victoria sat her friend down and poured her a cold drink as Bradbury came over, almost baffled by the contrast in the two ladies; Angela in prim blouse and tweedy skirt, looked like the vicar's daughter in comparison to the assertive virago he had just so willingly surrendered to.

"If ... if that's all for today, I'll be on my way Mistress Cavendish." Victoria was fully aware of Bradbury's discomfort in front of an audience who was no doubt blissfully unaware of the nature of the full service he'd provided. She would give her friend an insight into the free woman she'd become.

"Go round and wait at the front door; I'll pay you now I'm ready." Angela was amazed at the way the large male went 'cap in hand' at her directions, which she emphasised with a sternly pointing finger; something about it made her normally unexcited pussy twinkle into life as the male went round through the gate, and as she thought about the way he'd addressed Victoria, her staid but elegant upper-middle class cunt bulged with an enjoyment she'd not felt in years.

"Did he refer to you as 'Mistress'?" Victoria winked at her with a smug look as she ascended to find some well-earned cash for Bradbury, and commented as she went.

"Oh, I'm sure he meant to say 'Mrs' ... probably. I can see you enjoyed it though." The enjoyment showing on Angela's rosy face was eclipsed by what Victoria couldn't see; she couldn't wait for her to come back and tell her all about her holiday.

Both Wanda and Victoria donned black leather outfits for their visit to Charlotte Ray's residence; they smirked at the staid ladies walking their dogs and strolling to the village store, as the two drove to the adjoining village where Charlotte lived; Wanda chuckled.

"I wonder if any of them have a husband, trussed up, caged and plugged; waiting for their return, balls tingling at the promise of punishment?" Victoria laughed.

"Having seen what I have in St Tropez, and then having witnessed the obvious excitement of my dear friend Angela at my simple commanding of Bradbury, nothing would surprise me. I just intend to enjoy every day of my new existence from now on; I can't wait to have a domme party at my house, and parade Eric naked on a leash round the garden. I may even invite Angela!" The two laughed at the thought, but the idea of seeing Eric humiliated before an 'ordinary' woman, and knowing her secretly thrilled by it, gave them both a buzz between their legs.

They drove down a leafy lane passing numerous well-appointed and affluent properties, and Wanda turned into the shady drive of one of these; an immense detached house, two stories but with many features within the roof; a somewhat sinister looking tower feature and hand rail around one section, pointing to an observation deck. Something about the place had Victoria very excited. Wanda smiled.

"Oh yes, Charlotte has done very well from a life of dominating males; we may not have the sun like at Cherie's, but we'll have just as much pleasure here. You'll see how female superiority is just as much the natural order of things here in your own part of the world. The two squeaked in their leather up to the large front door, which was opened by a severe looking maid in a tight hobble skirt with seamed stockings.

"Madam is expecting you; please follow me." Victoria was immediately impressed with the decor of the rooms she saw on her way through; minimalist and free of clutter, yet in keeping with the period of the house, not over modernistic. As they passed a large window which looked out onto the rear garden, Wanda drew her attention to a large box hedge which faced a padded pole on one of the lawns.

"Your new acquaintance Bradbury loves to come here and be of service to Charlotte and any one of her maids who cares to dominate him; that is one of his creations. Many a male, including him, has been whipped to submission whilst strapped to the pole facing it." Victoria gasped and the maid smiled proudly as she viewed the oval hedge some eight feet tall; this was a perfectly formed and huge aroused cunt, a sublime example of topiary, beautifully shaped butterfly-like labia and protruding nub of a clitoris at top of a divinely bulbous cleft. The maid added her pleasing anecdote as Victoria's cunt bulged to match the hedge as the thought of seeing a male whipped there would be very pleasing.

"Madam Charlotte is very proud of the fact that Bradbury modelled his vision on her womanhood from memory, having had the pleasure of servicing it with his tongue many times; it is very satisfying to see males spend at the pole while they taste the whip in its shadow; so erotic." Victoria liked this place more and more as she took in the atmosphere of this quintessentially female domain.

They entered a slightly smoky room where a Rubenesque woman of around 50 wearing a soft leather corset and black leather arm length gloves was puffing a French cigarette with one hand, a leash about her wrist, and a cane in the other with which she tormented a naked, hooded male who was at the lower end of the leash. His ass striped with red poking rudely into the air as he sniffed at the panties his mistress had discarded to the floor for him. She beamed with pleasure on seeing her friend Wanda with her new friend with whom she would certainly become a firm friend also. She stroked the grovelling male's ass once more for good measure, and then passed the leash to the stern maid.

"Beatrice; take him to the Gallows Tower, and have him please you there any way you wish. Make sure he is thoroughly deserving of any relief you allow him when facing the hill; he has admitted abusing himself whilst away from our care, and he must fully understand that wasting our seed when not in our presence will not be tolerated." The maid was very pleased to take charge of the male; Victoria's cunt tingled as she watched the humble maid bustle in her tight skirt, she was pleased to see that all females were as equally dominant here as at Cherie's; Beatrice sternly ordered the male to carry his mistress's panties in his teeth as he was whipped along by her on all fours. Charlotte Ray then embraced the two.

"I'll show you the Gallows Tower later, when we have a little tour; we can check on the progress of Beatrice's discipline too, she will be delighted to demonstrate her prowess in dominating males before an audience. The tower is so called because you can clearly see Gallows Hill from its windows; a place a mile or so away where many males were hanged in public. It's a pity such a spectacle is no longer allowed; the level of arousal enjoyed by women watching males dispatched that way will have been phenomenal. These days we have to get such enjoyment from those rare private functions attended, and they just aren't frequent enough. I so love to have my males masturbate whilst facing it during punishment, to remind them of what just might happen if they've dis-pleased womanhood to a level beyond forgiveness, and we do have a special function room here." She gave Victoria a wink and a smug smile.