Freedom And The Widow Ch 02

Wanda showed Victoria around the closer edges of her large garden; the lawn was impeccably trimmed and wed free, various blooms such as blood-red roses shone out like beacons. A gardener tending the plants stopped and bowed as they approached.

"That's OK Bradbury, you may carry on. You're doing a very good job; you do enjoy giving your time to arrange things just as I want them, don't you?" The gardener swallowed hard before replying, a little shy of the woman accompanying Wanda, and aware of her slightly puzzled expression, but still very keen to be of service to the woman who owned the garden, and everything in it.

"Yes madam, I am very pleased to be of service to you, and hope that you will allow me continue to be of use to your associates." Victoria gave a wry smile and found her pussy tingling once more as she viewed the male, who kept his head slightly bowed before the woman, who was obviously very much in charge.

"Oh yes Bradbury, I am very happy to retain you; I understand you will be tending Charlotte Ray's garden later on, I understand you like to be of service to her too?" Victoria suddenly felt as though she were also in command as Bradbury blushed visibly as he responded.

"Yes madam, very much so." Wanda gave a satisfied smile as she gestured to the male to continue work and the two continued their stroll. Victoria was as much astounded at the absolute confidence of her new friend as she was of the male's obvious willingness to serve in a way which more than hinted at the relationship being more than just that of a dutiful employee to employer; he enjoyed giving his time- was he doing it for free? Victoria was about to ask, when Wanda sniggered knowingly and moved to the next subject, though keeping her keen on what she'd just witnessed.

"Talking of Charlotte Ray, she and some of my other friends have a little place to go abroad, where we often have get-togethers, or just go individually when the whim takes us. It's at another friend's villa in St Tropez; the cost would be very minimal if you'd like to come with me. I'm thinking of going in a couple of days' time; I know it's short notice but I'm sure you would appreciate it, it's nice and warm at this time of year." Victoria needed no time to make a decision, she liked more and more what she saw of Wanda's lifestyle, and would be glad to meet friends of hers.

"I'd love too! But I think I'll need to do some clothes shopping over the next couple of days; I'd so like to get away from my old image as soon as possible." Wanda smiled as she looked Victoria up and down; she was dressed neatly but plainly and Wanda knew that this shapely and attractive middle-aged woman would easily be transformed into the sort of woman she and her associates would be proud to have as a friend.

"That's fantastic; would you mind if I came shopping with you? I know it's probably been a while since you went clothes shopping 'just for fun' as it were; you said you liked black? When we go to St Tropez, I shall take you to a boutique that we all frequent out there; you'll be amazed." Victoria was more than happy to have Wanda accompany her, and the two went that very afternoon, and the following day. Wanda took her to some of her favourite places and Victoria was soon treating herself to curve hugging dresses, skirts and blouses; spikey shoes soon followed. She took in a deep breath and revelled in a little self-esteem as she viewed herself in the full length mirror whilst trying a black blouse and black pencil skirt; this was incredibly risqué to her, and she could not wait to get away to the Mediterranean to flaunt her new-found shape and persona. She was so glad Wanda was there to encourage her; she might never have dared had she been alone. Before they parted on the day before their flight, Wanda gave her a couple of website addresses, of groups she was with, and one about St Tropez. She smiled wickedly as she mentioned one site.

"Take everything you see there with a pinch of salt; I hope you won't find anything too shocking, I know you've been 'out of circulation' for a while." Victoria bade her goodbye till tomorrow and drove home like the wind to finish packing and view the sites; she normally used the computer for no more than checking bank accounts, e-mailing friends, or on-line shopping; she was to be awakened to a world she had only previously thought about when deep in orgasm. As she keyed in the address, she took a deep breath and smiled at the logo, which was a woman wearing a crown and pointing upwards. She found input from Wanda, who had given her username and followed some of the topics; her spine tingled and she glowed with pleasure as she read of the assertiveness of her fellow females and down-to-earth talk of the best ways to keep males under control, how to get the best from a male servant, fairness in the treatment of men who needed know their place.

She gasped at some of the entries which advised of other sites; having tapped them in feverishly, she found herself gently toying with her pussy as she viewed dialogues and pictures of mature women with men willingly kneeling at their feet. She interjected sessions on the computer with trying on her new outfits prior to packing them. She stood proudly in black blouse and pencil skirt, viewing herself in the mirror with one eye, whilst viewing the computer screen displaying an assertive woman in charge of an obedient male with the other; this was the outfit she'd wear to go out there. It would be hot, but they were to arrive in the evening; she would so like to have a male like the one in the picture, and now knew how this may be achieved. She stripped naked except for black stockings and stilettos, and worked herself to a satisfying orgasm as she viewed the pictures of males controlled by women, and contacts from males pledging their souls to assertive middle-aged women. She gritted her teeth in ecstasy as a whole new world opened up before her.

Wanda applauded her new friend when she arrived dressed for the trip the next day; she pointed two man-servants at the car, and they eagerly took her luggage from it before parking it for her. Bothe gave her as casual a glance as they could without seeming to stare; her nipples hardened as she sensed they were in awe of her. Wanda beamed with delight at the attractive pencil skirted woman before her.

"What a transformation! We are certainly going to have some fun when we're out there, and you will be so happy to wear just what you want when you come back. Trust me." Victoria got a similar buzz from the attentions of the cab driver; his voice broke as he dared ask where they were flying to from the airport as he respectfully accepted a tip and ushered some porters over to help with the luggage, Victoria smiled as she noted the bulge in his loose leggings. Wanda smiled sternly and offered her reply.

"We're off to southern Europe to purchase some male slaves." The cab driver smiled weakly as his bulge increased; he simply accepted the response without question. The two women strutted off as the porters pushed their luggage behind them.

Victoria got a real buzz as the doors of the airliner were opened after it had taxied to its destination after landing; the warmth hit her as soon as the doors were opened. She had been abroad many times before, but never under these circumstances; two weeks in a villa or hotel somewhere, sat by a pool or on a beach while her husband relaxed had seemed OK at the time, but she knew this was going to be different and she was already intent on doing this as often as she could.

Wanda clenched Victoria's hand as the cab wound its way up to her friend's villa in the hills overlooking the Plage de Pampelonne; a beautiful stretch of beach popular with all who visited St Tropez. The 'villa' was more like a chateau; Victoria smiled and gasped as she viewed the beautiful building; rambling roses adorning the lower reaches of its white walls, and soft orange lamps glowed welcomingly in the twilight of the warm evening. Even before the cab had come to a halt, the large front doors opened and a woman in a sari like dress clapped her hands and two man-servants dressed in loose white tops and bottoms scurried out obediently and were overseen by the woman who carried a short crop in her hand. As the bags were lifted from the car the cab driver smiled knowingly at the woman in the sari and licked his lips. She merely turned her nose up at him with an air of superiority as he got back in and drove off. Victoria's jaw dropped slightly as the woman in the dark green sari whipped out at one of the males to encourage a little more haste from him; her pussy was already moist with imagining what would greet her here; she was not disappointed by this introduction. Wanda smiled at her friend's obvious enthusiasm for what she saw.

"I now know you will love being here, you will be a different woman when we return home, but enough of that; lets enjoy our stay." The woman with the sari turned to them, having ensured the males had carried out their duty efficiently; her stern complexion changed immediately into a warm smile as the two servants disappeared into the house.

"Hello again Wanda ... and you must be Victoria, I have heard a little about you and know you'll be very comfortable here and most welcome. Madam Cherie is anxious to help you, following your sad loss and will help you discover a whole new outlook." She winked a Victoria who was already feeling more than comfortable, even before entering the house.

"Madame Cherie apologises for not being able to meet you at the door; she is being attended to in the main conservatory; please follow me." They followed the elegant woman into the palatial building, which was lavishly furnished; many pictures hung on the walls in various positions, all were of female subjects; some simply portraits, others of ancient or mythical scenes, depicting victorious women slaying beasts or males. They passed several rooms with open doors which were decorated in deep colours and furnished with plush black leather seating. They entered a huge conservatory bedecked with exotic plants and cane furniture; in the middle on a chaise-longue rested a mature and buxom red-headed woman, her hair up in a bun, giving her ample proportions a seriousness that could not be denied. Kneeling at her feet was a nervous looking male, naked but for a pair of white shorts; he trembled as he carefully painted her toe-nails a bright cherry-red. He nearly emptied the contents of the bottle as his mistress jolted with a start in recognition of her guests' arrival. She held her arms apart as she greeted Wanda.

"Please forgive me! I'm so glad to have you back here again; you do not come often enough, and Victoria? Wanda told me so much about you in a call the other day, I feel as though I know you already, I'm sure we'll be very close friends." The male blushed as red as the nail varnish with this unexpected audience; it would not have been necessary to make him aware, and he knew his mistress would make good use of the situation. She looked sternly down at him.

"I would have met you at the door; only this servant was so close to completing his task. You see he was caught doing something that males are keen to do much too often, whilst viewing some guests by the pool from an upper window. The maid who caught him was so pleased to convey this to me; she will have her reward tomorrow, in full view of all the other female staff, and what will she do LeClerc?" She lifted her toes deftly, making the kneeling male delay his work on her nails and look up to respond.

"She will cane me mistress." She smiled with pleasure and pointed to her toes once more.

"Yes LeClerc here has rather got in the way of my schedule, but I trust you ladies will understand that I must install discipline within my household at all times." She looked a little sterner as LeClerc looked almost pleased at what he faced.

"I warn you LeClerc, if you are caught again, I may think that you are allowing your submissive nature to take over completely, and are purposely taking advantage of disciplinary action. If so you will be ejected from the household." With that the male's attitude changed completely. Cherie sneered victoriously as he bowed to the floor before her feet.

"Please mistress, I would never do that, I cherish serving you so much." Cherie patted his head and smiled.

"You just finish that last toe-nail, I know how you've enjoyed doing my hands and feet, and especially the Brazilian. If you behave well after your discipline tomorrow, I may reward you." Wanda chuckled as Victoria looked on, dumbstruck; someone of her background was unlikely to know what a 'Brazilian' was, and the intimate nature of one being executed by a male servant would be beyond her wildest dreams. The male finished his task and left the room. They would now have Cherie's undivided attention.