Despite having to duck low to avoid the swirling cloud of sooty smoke from the huge Bottle kiln below which she stood, Elaine Stringer's cunt bulged lusciously, on the confirmation of her prior thoughts that the urchin at her feet was a submissive. He may have been in need of some less worn clothing, but his slight yet robust masculine shape would please women such as Madam Roussel, Agatha Brown, and Eleanor Brigham... each would relish breaking such a male to order, not to mention the newly acquainted Violet Preston... and so indeed would she. He'd caught her eye before, and his interest in her had been obvious, whereas most men wouldn't have given the middle-aged woman a second glance, not with the younger feminine kiln workers around, whose delicate hands inspected the fired pottery, he was obviously submissive, and desired the firm hand if feminine authority.
He had feigned losing grip of a near empty sack barrow, on encountering her to the rear of the kiln, an area less frequented by workers, and had made himself prostrate at her feet in retrieving the couple of sacks of lime, which he' d been careful to lay and not to incur her any chance of injury, but suitably hindering her path. As he looked to engage her in conversation of some sort, trying desperately to find the words, so taboo was the direction of his desire for her in those days, she placed her foot upon the sack he knelt before, and lifted her skirts to reveal a dainty ankle boot, negating any need he may have thought he had, to explain himself. If the sight alone had him boning erect with submissive passion, her voice ensured he came close to shooting his load.
"Do you play with yourself when thinking of me...?" He gasped at her openness about such an intimate and sordid act, another completely taboo subject, and not what he'd have expected from any woman, never mind such an outwardly upright and mature example as she... but it thrilled him just the same, and left him gaping, still speechless as she sneered down at him.
"Well?.. do you bring forth your seed in my honour?" He dared peer up at her, the feeling of being at her feet. Looking up at her broad hips, full breasts tight in her blouse, her hair in a severe bun, and eyes looking contemptuously through glasses, taking him to an exhilaration which removed all his inhibitions... almost. He clutched at her shoe in shame, as he admitted his lusting self abuse.
"Oh yes... yes!" She grinned as she teased the entire truth from him, already taking control of him with pompous feminine authority.
"...and just how is it you think of me, at the point where your seed is expelled?" He couldn't answer, so shaming were his thoughts as he spent in her honour, but kissed her boot lovingly, bringing cynical laughter from Elaine. His answer wasn't necessary, she knew simply by virtue of his attraction to her, he craved the spite of feminine authority... and she'd see he received more than he could ever have dreamed of. She grinned victoriously as he continued to grovel at her feet, yet another male was hers to be put to good use, and her cunt tingled with arousal at the prospect.
"You're finished here... you'll go to the cab rank by the Square, and wait for me there." He didn't know if she meant finished for the day, or for good, but did as she requested without question, her sneering command keeping him erect. Elaine knew he'd never see the grimy works again, and nobody would care; young, single males often disappeared without notice from their arduous and poorly paid employment in the potteries, presumably to seek their fortunes elsewhere... but no-one knew that a sizeable proportion of those absconders from that particular company, did so at the behest of Madam Elaine Stringer. She made it known to her cohorts that she was leaving for the day, and strutted to the Square.
He felt exposed at the Square, despite being sat at a bench behind the many cabs, out of sight of the few people who passed by the Square at that time of day. This square was anonymous to him, except in passing on foot, the many cabs not a mode of transport he'd ever used, their situation in the square beside the managerial offices for the potteries, convenient for the more senior staff frequenting those buildings, just that fact making him feel inferior. He couldn't believe he'd made contact with her, and as he sat alone, the urge to disappear and reminisce about the experience in some ale House did cross his mind, so edgy was he, but he knew he'd regret it. When her strutting figure approached in the distance, he felt his cock erect immediately on noting her purposeful stride in flowing skirts and tight waisted jacket, and knew he could never deny her imposing her authority over him.
She simply looked at him as though he were baggage, then turned to the nearest cab pointed him to it.
"In you get, now!" and then clicked her fingers at the cabbie, who sat reading some cheap publication, gaining his attention.
"Frederick Avenue, at the junction of West Avenue, if you wouldn't mind." Her latest acquisition heard the command as he clambered nervously into the cab, he often wondered what it was like to travel in one, but never imagined he'd do so under such circumstances. Though she seemed almost oblivious to his presence as they travelled in silence, he noting that the cab was sending its way through the murky industry and rising to the more homely residential areas, Elaine's arousal was growing all the time as she studied him, he'd make a fine pet for one of the women... after she had begun his discipline. The cab stopped at a corner, and he saw the modest detached house where his submission to feminine authority would begin in earnest. As he walked with her to the front door, she looked him up and down sneeringly.
"We'll soon have you tidied up and made presentable." His erection pulsed as the door was opened, and Elaine's two smiling maids greeted the male with an obviously intimate enthusiasm, a plump ginger one, the first to speak.
