Miss Bradshaw

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 youngman, as 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. She was experienced and enjoyed the life style 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 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 oblidge 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 attatched the hanging suspenders to dark stocking tops followed by a cloak which looked like a dress but could easlily be opened out to reveal her underware. Miss Bradshaw knew the merit of shock, and at the right moment she would shock the boy on to his knees. She also put on a pair of patent leather platform shoes, and 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 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 pleasent, he was young and green and she would 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 thinking of her, and 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 would willingly be 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.

" Your 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 shes 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 them. " Are you fond of shoes youngman?" she asked, and stared straight into his eyes with out flinching.

Joe did not know what to say he coloured and looked at the carpet. She raised her voice " Look at me,' she said " You silly boy are you afraid of me? Now answer my question I have no time for fools."

"I'm sorry Ma'am Im just a little nevous." He looked up into her face and her eyes pierced into him and he had to look away. He felt the pit of his stomach turn over, he rubbed his hands together and felt sheepish and uncomfortable.

"Get down on your knees," she spoke in a sharp commanding voice. Joe obeyed instinctively and knelt. "You will obey me do you understand?"Joe did not look up his heart turned over he was trembling: "Yes Ma'am," he stammered.

"Get down and kiss both my shoes boy go on grovel." Joe did exactly as he was told and she watched him with a smile on her face, for at that moment she knew the boy was hers, her heart skipped a beat, hers, all hers and she would mould him.

Miss Bradshaw stood up, leaving Joe on his knees at her feet and opened her cloke standing infront of him with feet slightly apart looked down on him. Joe looked slowly up to see her long firm stocking clad legs ending in suspenders which held the dark stocking tops tightly over her ample white thighs. His stunned gaze travelled up to see her white corset and a triangle of red lace encasing her private parts. It was sight he would never forget a strong woman looking down on him as he waited for her orders.

"You!" said Miss Bradshaw "Will be my slave follow me now on all fours boy."She turned on her heel and led him along unlocking her private backroom. Joe watched her stocky firm buttocks swing as she opened the door and locked it behind them both. "This is my training room where I will train you to serve my every need, and punish you for my amusement and pleasure do you understand me boy," she glared at him.

"Yes ma'am."

"Now firstly to show you I'm in charge lie down on the floor face upwards."When he had done this she placed a firm thick cushion under his head squatted down, and sat on his face placing her whole weight and large buttocks on him. She moved around a little to get a comfortable seat, "Keep still boy, thats better, I can see you need to have your face sat on until you learn how to accommodate my bottom properly.

How lovely it felt to have a mans face once again under her bottom, she flexed her buttocks and wriggled on his squashed face. "Ah" she sighed with delight, "That feels so good."

Now Miss Bradshaw weighed in at ten and a half stone and most of this was on poor Joe's upturned face so he could just about draw breath through his nose. He raised his hands towards her corseted thighs, and at this gesture she lifted her buttocks and spoke very severely to him.

"Put those hands down don't you dare touch me slave," she angrily stood up her feet each side of his head, and he gazed up into her crotch, he could see pubic hairs dark and curly under and around it. She removed her panties while standing over him, and stepped out of the red nylon lacy briefs, he could now see her womanhood in all its glory lots of cury dark hair and the big firm outer lips of her vagina pouting towards his face.

She turned around and knelt over him pinning his arms to the floor under her knees.As she knelt her corset streched and he was looking right at her full blown cunt, what a sight, he licked his lips involuntary. She held the panties infront of his face,"Open your mouthwide slave boy," and she pushed the panties into his mouth bit by bit until his gaping mouth was full of her panties and his cheeks blown out to their fullest extent.

Then she gripped his nose with her right hand and shook his head slapping his face with her left."Now understand this clearly," she said in a raised voice," You are my slave and I will do whatever I like with you," and she laughed out loud. She pulled out the panties and he gasped in some air.

"Yes ma'am" gasped Joe." And its a real honour for me to serve you."
"Good well now we will see what pleasure your tongue can give me," and she squatted right onto his mouth rubbing her hairy moist pussy over his nose and open mouth. "Lick it boy, lick it well I want my cunt serviced get on with it."

Joe was in heaven as the cunt lips rubbed on his face and the juices ran over his mouth and nose he just lapped and lapped at the tastey fluids. He could feel the hard knob of her clit as it pressed into his tongue and he licked it until his tongue ached. Her motion was speeding up now and her bum cheeks were slapping into him as she wriggled. She swivelled and ground her large buttocks against his face. Her warm vaginal liquid began to ooze freely over Joes face wetting his mouth lips and nose, a sweet, musky slime.

"Ah lovely," she bgan to moan as she dragged her pussy back and forward across his face. Joe was engulfed in the soft flesh of her inner lips, she began to thrash around as she approached orgasm and he felt her buttocks clench and tighten as she came with a low wail almost wolf-like in its intensity.

Miss Bradshaw sat exhusted by the effort on Joe's pounded face, and then she lifted her self up and looked down at her slave. What a sight, his face was covered in her slimy juices, pubic hair was sticking to his lips and nose, and he even had pubics caught in his teeth.

She burst into laughter, "What a disguisting state you need a damn good wash," and she raised her bottom above him and began to piss over his face, letting her urine flow out freely spashing it over his nose mouth and lips. She then handed him her dirty panties and said "Now wipe your face boy and get this mess cleared up at once, and she walked out locking him in.

This was the start of Joe's willing enslavement to Miss Bradshaw,and many filthy sessions followed this introduction.

Slowly but surely his own individuality and will slipped away in her presence and she ruled him completely. He fell deeply inlove with this Goddess her body service became his obsessive desire. It was also the trigger to Joe's lifelong fetish which was to become his sought after life style.