Lady Sally was ready to make her appearance. She squeezed into the rubber outfit, complementing it with a pair of shiny, black stiletto shoes with narrow, pointy tips. She looked and felt fabulous. There was something empowering about the touch of tight rubber clinging to her skin.
Her guests were waiting for her in the lounge, having been served tumblers of twenty-year-old matured Scottish whisky from Lady Sally's distillery on the Isle of Islay. Having never met before, they were chatting amongst one another nervously, both because of their lack of familiarity but also in anticipation of Lady's Sally's entrance, knowing they must soon submit themselves to whatever her wicked imagination might subject them to.
There were four invited guests, a duke, a bishop, a judge and a banker, carefully selected by Lady Sally from the many aristocratic or powerful personages who availed themselves of her very particular services. They were regular submissive gentlemen of hers, and had paid handsomely, either in money or special services, for the privilege. It was a once in a lifetime chance for submission to the premier dominatrix of the age whilst floating several thousand feet in the air on a dirigible. It was an opportunity that did not occur often, indeed not at all.
The teak doors pulled open, and Lady Sally showed herself. There was a collective gasp from the gentlemen. She looked stunning.
The purple latex clung to her skin, accentuating every voluptuous curve of her body. Her breasts had been squeezed into the tight rubber, making them firm and rounded, whilst her nipples stood out proud like little buds. Her sleek, black hair cascaded around her shoulders and looked striking against the purple rubber. Her blue eyes, heavily made-up with black kohl, threw a piercing gaze across at them.
They stood up to greet her, complimenting her effusively on her remarkable attire and distinctive look. They could not take their eyes off her.
Lady Sally smiled. It was remarkable how men dissolved into submission at the sight of her in rubber... at the sight of her in anything, really.
"Victoria, you must go to the cockpit and invite Captain Wyndham to join us. Now we are cruising, he should be free to leave Clarissa to pilot. Tell him that, as my airship pilot, it's fitting he should be acquainted with my guests."
Her maid scurried away to fetch the captain.
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gentlemen. I promise you an amazing expedition on the most magnificent flying machine of the age."
"With the most remarkable woman of the age too. You look fabulous, my dear," praised the man in a purple cassock and dog collar.
"Absolutely stunning, milady!" exclaimed another.
"You have excelled yourself, mistress."
"It's an incredible outfit, mistress. What is it made of?"
"I've informed you of my business ventures in the far east," she scolded. "Well, this is the material the
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