Miss Bradshaw was a very independent and capable woman who had her own small village grocery store. She had run this store with the help of two part time serving ladies for twenty years, and was a well-known figure in Little Piddlington. Miss Bradshaw was a stocky broad shouldered brunette who had a deep voice and a throaty laugh. She walked with a large purposeful stride and looked you straight in the eye as if to say, I'm in charge, I give the orders around here. Once a week on a Thursday the delivery lorry pulled in at the store, Miss Bradshaw checked in the goods, helped unload and sort them. She had her matronly eye on a new young driver called, Joe, a handsome, firm-limbed young man, and she suspected he was just the type that she could have an exciting relationship with.
Let it be said at this point in the story Miss Bradshaw had a taste for handsome young submissive males who suited her temperament and gave her scope to experiment with. She was experienced and enjoyed the lifestyle but she kept her activities between herself and those she chose to practise on. As yet she was uncertain of Joe's orientation, but she was almost convinced he was inclined that way. She sensed this from his servile attitude and the way he kept calling her ma'am. On his last visit he had said he was glad to be of service, and if she needed anything doing just ask and he would oblige willingly. This time she intended to make advances. He was a fine boy and she wanted him for her plaything.
She unlocked the door of her private backroom in order to prepare herself and check her equipment. This was her sex parlour, and it was here that she enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of using her willing victims. She pulled on her white corset, attached the hanging suspenders to dark stocking tops, followed by a cloak which looked like a dress but could easily be opened out to reveal her underwear. Miss Bradshaw knew the merit of shock, and at the right moment she would shock the boy onto his knees. She also put on a pair of patent leather platform shoes, and then sat down with a cup of tea to await Joe's arrival. She felt quite excited at the thought of having him under her power and planned her complete mastery; he would be putty in her capable hands. This delivery boy would be her slave to serve her sexually and to make her life easier and more pleasant. He was young and green, but she could train him just as she wished. Once he had tasted the pleasures of service he would crave subjection... ah, what a lovely thought.
For his part Joe had been dreaming of Miss Bradshaw and lay in bed masturbating while imagining he was her sex slave. He was twenty, still living with his parents, and very inexperienced when it came to sexual matters. He was a good-natured boy who had always been shy of girls and he had a submissive character. Bullied by other boys when he was at school, he left at fifteen and had various jobs but settled in his present delivery job. He sensed a difference in Miss Bradshaw from other women and he'd willingly become her complete slave. It was not her looks or age, but her sense of command that slew him; he felt weak and his stomach turned over when she pierced him with her commanding eye.
"You're a little late, boy," said Miss Bradshaw as he climbed from the cab.
"Yes, I'm sorry, ma'am, the traffic has been awful."
"Get it all unloaded and come and have some tea."
He looked at her retreating hips the back of her shoes and ankles as she went back into the shop. He thought: "God, she's lovely. What a fine woman, I'd do anything to serve her; I'd kiss the very floor she walked on."
Miss Bradshaw sat opposite him in an armchair with her long stockinged legs crossed. Joe stared at her shoes and legs, mesmerized. He could hardly take his eyes off of them.
"Are you fond of shoes, young man?" she asked, staring straight into his eyes without flinching.
