Violet Preston scoffed at the timid and slightly younger male's impromptu advances toward her, guarded though they were, but his impertinence excited her in a strange way; his gestures feigned a certain obedience toward her femininity, before he blushed and cut the spur of the moment conversation short, bringing a welcome but unsatisfied tingling to her cunt. Benjamin Yates had sniffed something in the air which resulted in an immediate reaction, leaving him sordidly erect as he caught a certain wickedness in the eye of the middle-aged spinster, as she discussed yet again, the probably spicy circumstances surrounding the demise of Brigham, with Edna Blandish.
She'd been at the parish meeting hall, attending the monthly social event which sometimes aided a break in her otherwise mundane routine, the gossip in the foyer to be had, prior to their taking seats within the hall to discuss the more trivial things concerning Penkhull, often colourful. Yates had somewhere else to go to in the neighbourhood, and used the meetings as an excuse to be on this side of the town, and with thoughts of that destination already arousing him now he'd been seen at the meeting, he caught a spice in the spinster's eye which had his manhood stand in obedience to.
Violet had let her guard down, and as Edna chuntered on with a wry smile of her own, her face contorted with wickedness as her thoughts had gone back to Brigham on a leash and in servitude to femininity, something which she'd masturbated over... several times. She let her grip on her parasol go, as she motioned to cover the intensity of her smile, letting it fall and giving Yates an opportunity. He'd eyed the older woman before on prior occasions, masturbating to thoughts of how stern her temperament might be. Though there were younger and prettier women open to his thoughts, she held him with a certain dark desire he held for women. He hesitated for only a moment, before stopping to retrieve her parasol, taking the opportunity to take in how it felt to be below her, and covertly sniffing at her luxurious scent.
As Yate's stood and presented the cane-like implement to her, having it lay flat across the palms of his hands, like a schoolboy presenting a rod to his headmistress in being due a caning, Violet awoke to the fact that she'd noticed this male before; he'd caught her eye but she'd dismissed any fantasy of a liaison, she being a confirmed spinster, and he a younger man who couldn't possibly find her attractive. He swallowed hard as he faced her still evident smile, which subsided to a look of wonderment as she gazed into his eyes, also exhibiting a look of natural authority, which had his cock pulse high and hard. He found the courage to speak, almost unconsciously uttering a line which might be taken as supercilious, but made his intentions quite clear.
"At your service... Madam." Violet's cunt tingled in a way it would only normally do so when she was about to enjoy stimulation of it, having her gasp visibly at Yate's expression, having his cock pulse rigid in the hope that she knew he truly meant it. Edna simply dismissed the remark as one of pure innocence, not focusing as Violet was upon the male. Violet smiled curtly at him, and offered a retort which could also be seen as humorous... but offered it to him with a lusting sincerity as she accepted the parasol with an air of pomposity.
"Well, I should think so too." Her excitement grew as he struggled but failed to say anything else, but lingered in looking into her eyes with a servile smile, he, longing to go down on his knees to her before managing to control his senses, and bowing politely to her in a gesture of servitude before distancing himself. They exchanged furtive glances, as he reluctantly mingled into the crowd, Violet then gaining the attention of Edna, who was looking elsewhere, oblivious to the gratifying stimulation she'd just enjoyed, longing to share it.
"I do believe that younger man is attracted to me." Edna looked across to where her companion faced, and just caught a glimpse of the sturdy male as he turned, anxious not to let the other woman catch his lusting expression.
"Oh Violet... what could a male like that possibly see in you?" Violet sighed, her cunt now delightfully moist, as her thoughts went to males leashed in obedience. Violet watched him from afar whenever he appeared through the mingling crowd of locals, who were now filing into the hall to take their seats, then noticed him slip out of the entrance. She was gripped by the situation, and intrigued by it too, making her excuses to Edna.
"Oh you go on in Edna, there's something I have to do first..." Edna thought little of it, thinking her friend simply required relieving her bladder, and Violet's heart raced as Edna went nonchalantly through the door... and she headed for the exit.
Thankfully, Yates never looked round, though the thought of the mature example of womanhood he'd seen, had primed him nicely for the true purpose in his visiting the more illustrious parts of the district of Penkhull, and warmed him to the thought of possibly seeing her again, his steps taking him past substantial residence after substantial residence, Violet keeping her distance and making good use of the mature trees which towered out from the pavements on occasion, keeping her from sight should he glance behind.
Yates erected hard on arriving at Madam Marie Roussel's grandiose mansion, filed with a little trepidation. He'd dared visit just twice before, the first through courtesy of an invitation from a certain Madam Stringer, who'd seen straight through his veil of masculine arrogance and bravado on making his acquaintance down in the industrial area. She' d shown him toward the path of submission on his first visit, teasing him whilst he was assessed incognito by Madam Roussel, his masturbation at the feet of Madam Stringer, confirming his yearning to be dominated. On the second occasion, he'd tasted the cane and been subjected to humiliations, culminating with oral worship which had left him thoroughly addicted to the service of womanhood.
He was told that if he dared attend a third time, he must be prepared to commit himself to acts which would damn his respectability forever... and also prepare himself for the possibility of a life of enslavement to the whims of a suitably dominant woman, whom he'd have no choice whatsoever in the selection of. He hesitated for a few moments at the wrought iron gates, the maids seated at several of the windows, unseen behind lace curtains and always stationed there as part of their duties, grinned with satisfaction as he swung the gate wide, knowing they'd be freed from their window duty by others shortly, and would witness his crushing submission.
Those maids had not expected what followed, as Yates was seen through the front door. Beyond the veil of trees and shrubs which guarded the view of the garden path from neighbours, making all visitations discreet, a middle-aged woman appeared, hesitating and peering toward the house, with an obvious interest, other than just noting the grand residence on passing it. She didn't relent in the craning of her neck in observations, so one of those maids went excitedly to Madam Roussel.
Violet looked longingly at the palatial residence, which she knew Yates was merely visiting rather than associated with, due to his hesitance and the way he'd waited, hat in hand, for the door to open... if she'd seen him drop to his knees before the maid, on the closure of that door, she'd have longed all the more. She blushed visibly as the door opened again a few moments later, and an elegant woman strode slowly up the path, wearing a warm smile.
Violet thought to just turn and hurriedly make her way back to the hall, but the welcoming nonchalance that was illustrated by the woman, and her own intrigue and determination held her back. She felt somewhat sheepish at first, but Madam Roussel made it very easy for her, she'd aided several women that very way before. Instead of offering 'Can I help you?' or the equally obtrusive and probing 'Is there something you want?', she was more direct, yet somehow open.
