on the final race, Wyndham. It was a daring move and deserving of greater
face lit up at the compliment. He looked up but couldn’t help but be distracted
by the sight of Lady’s Sally’s breasts. Her dress was cut daringly low, and the
magnificent orbs of white flesh were pushed up enticingly by her corset and the
cut of her gown.
started talking. If Wyndham was embarrassed about what to say to her, he didn’t
need to worry. She commanded the conversation and Wyndham listened, bewitched
and mesmerised at the vision she laid before him. There was no escape for him.
He was pinned into the corner by Lady Sally’s heaving breasts with no escape.
He tried to concentrate on what she was saying, conscious of the treatment
meted out on Monsieur Le Blon, all the time urging himself to focus on her face
not her chest, but it was an enormous effort of will when they were practically
thrust under his nose.
airship. She described how vast it was going to be, how fast, how powerful, and
how high it would fly. She described how sumptuously it would be fitted out.
She extolled the virtues of her ocean liner of the air. Wyndham nodded
enthusiastically as her breasts swelled and subsided with every excited
explication of her venture. She enthused about her designers and engineers who
were working on it, of the technical challenges they faced and how they had
overcome them. Wyndham stood trapped in the corner of the ballroom like a
frightened rabbit in headlights all the time trying to distract himself from
the sight of Lady Sally’s enormous décolletage as it heaved up and down in
front of his eyes.
proceeded to explain how, as he must certainly know, she was the foremost
dominatrix of her age and described with great enthusiasm the dungeon that
would be fitted out on the airship, and how excited she was about the
adventures she would have, and the whippings, spankings and punishments she
would administer to the carefully selected group of submissive gentlemen who
would be accompanying her on the airship’s maiden voyage.
ambition, Captain Wyndham, to be the Mistress of the Air, yes…a veritable
Mistress of the Air, and I envisage you playing a vital role in fulfilling my
pricked up at those words but he only had the slightest moment to interject
with a nervous, “oh really,” before the enormous breasts backed him even
further into the corner. Lady Sally continued by praising his aviation skills
and the daring manoeuvres she’d witnessed at the flying meeting. Wyndham
flushed with pride. She went on, much to the captain’s delight, to say how
those French aviators were all show and no guts, and she needed somebody who
would take risks for her, to serve her loyally and selflessly. Finally, she
wound up her diatribe and came directly to the point.
and judgement of character. You see, the matter is I need an airship pilot. I
need someone who can share my enthusiasm for air flight and is a skilled
aviator. I believe you are my man Wyndham.”
continued extolling the excitement of the new age, how she was going to take
her airship on a grand tour across Europe and how he, Wyndham, would be her
concluded, “So that’s all settled then, Captain Wyndham. I can assure you the
financial rewards will be considerable. It’s good to have you on board. I’m
sure we will share many adventures together. You can report to my airship
station at Howden in Yorkshire. My maid, Victoria, will give you all the
dismissive wave of a lace-gloved hand she breezed off, leaving the hapless
Wyndham gaping in astonishment. He had been swept away by her charisma. He had
barely uttered a word. At no point had he agreed to the venture yet he knew in
his gut he would accept the challenge. He felt strangely compelled to help Lady
Sally fulfil her vision of travel in the largest and fastest dirigible ever to