The flight north across central Europe was an opportunity to test
The Corseted Domme
, Captain Wyndham pushing her to speeds of over 100mph to see how she handled. He was brought up on speed trials of bi-planes and got a visceral thrill out of flying fast. Besides, the race was on to get to Potsdam, the next destination, in time for afternoon tea.
After the excitement of the previous night, Lady Sally decided to give Borghild a rest and have a late breakfast, though brunch Lady Sally style was an interesting experience. Much to cook's disgust, she insisted on eating her fried eggs off a slave's backside instead of from a plate. She had the bishop on all fours whilst cook flipped the egg, fresh from the sizzling oil, onto his arse. He had the least hairy backside after the duke and had been told to wash it thoroughly. The hot fat certainly made him jump, and Lady Sally had fun with the knife and fork, digging into the flesh as she cut into the yoke. The runny yellow dribbled over the bishop's bum cheek.
"Congratulations cook. That's the perfect fried egg. The white cooked to perfection and a satisfyingly runny yoke."
"I dunno why you can't use a plate like normal people, milady. The things I 'av to put up with," she grumbled.
"Just fry me another egg, cook. And Victoria, will you pour me another cup of tea," Lady Sally ordered, reaching out with a china cup in her hand.
After brunch, she buckled down to some serious boot worship, always a good exercise for instilling a proper sense of obedience and reverence for mistress. She reclined in a comfortable chair with her legs stretched out on a footstool as the four submissive gentlemen took it in turns to lick her boots.
She possessed the largest collection of kinky boots in the country, having a particular fondness for Italian leather because it was undoubtedly the softest. She employed the services of a high-class shoemaker who made footwear to her own specifications, which was where the particular pair of boots she was wearing today came from.
Her maid helped her choose, assisting Lady Sally into the knee-length boots with long spiky heels and a line of silver eyelets where the laces fastened. There was plenty for a slave to get his tongue around; every so often she pointed out a tiny patch of leather or an inch of shiny, metallic heel a slave missed.
Yes, she reflected, this was certainly a satisfactory way to pass an afternoon. She was conscious the captain was pressing ahead at speed and, looking out of the viewing window watching the fields, rivers, roads and railway lines below flash by, made her queasy.
The airship slowed as she began her descent. Lady Sally was dropping in on one of her uncles, the Archduke Karl August von Hardonberg, who resided at Schloss Charlottenhoff in the outskirts of Potsdam. If the Ruhr was the industrial heartland of the Prussian Empire, then Potsdam was its aristocratic and military centre. Lady Sally had not seen her uncle since she was a child, when relations between the British and Prussian Empires were more amicable, though Lady Sally was not going to let the discord between their two nations stand in the way of a good cup of tea.
The airship flew over the houses of Potsdam as the captain sought out the mooring station at the palace.
The Corseted Domme
certainly caused a stir. As her giant frame floated over the town her engines thrumming quietly, everybody looked up to watch. But the captain noted a different response from their flight over London; their people were excited and waving whereas the reaction from the inhabitants of Potsdam was more one of suspicion... even envy.
The dirigible moored at the docking station and they disembarked, on this occasion, Lady Sally deciding to take only her maid and the captain with her.
"I know what these military types are like," she said. "My slaves are for my exclusive use. I don't want them buggered by some Prussian officer!"
"Madam, is this a good idea?" questioned her maid.
"What do you mean, Victoria?"
"Will we get into any trouble?" she asked.
"Trouble? I never get into trouble Victoria. Well, only if somebody offends me..."
"But everybody offends you, madam."
"Oh, don't be so ridiculous. Look, my uncle has even laid on a welcoming party for us."
It was, indeed, an impressive reception. There was a whole regiment of Prussian infantrymen in golden, pointed helmets and smart, grey uniforms with polished buttons. There was a great deal of military hardware on display; a row of howitzers and a cadre of steam-powered armoured-vehicles.
At the head of this entourage was an aristocratic Prussian gentleman in military uniform with an enormous grey, handle-bar moustache. This was Lady Sally's uncle, the Archduke Karl August von Hardonberg, a general in the Prussian army, as well as one of the principal families of the Empire.
But Lady Sally was prepared, and not to be outdone. Being patroness of the Rutshire Fusiliers, she was herself in full military dress and her regiment's colours. She was dressed in a royal blue uniform, which hugged her figure perfectly, a peaked cap with the regiment's crest and the shiniest, thigh-length leather boots. When she emerged in her uniform, the heads of the Prussian infantry turned with military precision. She was, undoubtedly, the sexiest thing in military uniform they'd ever seen.
The archduke gave Lady Sally a warm welcome, "Greetings my niece. It is such a pleasure to see you, and your airship. You've grown up into a... well into a..."
