Country Road

(Author's note: Joanne brings Jack into sexual slavery to her. She's a domme and acts like it. If it's not for you, don't worry, this site has many others you may like. There is nothing in this story that I haven't done myself as a submissive.)

Both Joanne and Jack slept soundly together and woke late, having been exhausted by the prior night's activities. Joanne stirred first and she got up to go to bathroom. She also took the moment to brush her teeth. She had no intentions of getting up yet, but she wanted to ready herself for another round with Jack. When she got back in bed, she could feel his morning wood and figured that was an auspicious start to the day.

She spent a long time staring at Jack as he slept. She was really liking him. A lot. And she hoped her depraved plans for the day would work out. The revelation that Jack had femdom fantasies and had seen a dominatrix a couple of times had unleashed the she-devil in her! She decided then and there that there would be no holding back on what she wanted to do to and with him. Who knows when she would get the chance again? She wasn't going to discuss any of it with him, but she would need to give him an out--a safe word--when they really got into it later in the morning.

After she stared at him enough, she started to caress and find his erection. She was careful, though, not to go too far. That would spoil the day if she did. Her chance to enslave Jack--truly and utterly enslave him--was to keep him sexually excited, if not on edge of cumming, all day. A daunting and difficult task but one at which she was highly experienced.

Jack started to stir at her touch.

"He's awake!"

Jack smiled and then fully opened his eyes. In his mind she looked as good in the morning as she had the night before. It was also clear she wore nothing. Her large breasts were on display and of course his eyes drew to them.

She saw his lust rising.

"No, no, not yet. You get up and freshen up and then report back here."

Jack replied, "yes, ma'am!" Joanne loved hearing that honorific but looked forward to hearing her favorite even more later in the day. Mistress.

Jack got up and went to bathroom. His morning erection made it difficult but he managed. As he brushed his teeth, he wondered if he needed to pop his pill. He didn't think he needed it but decided to anyway because he did not want to risk something going wrong with his equipment. It seemed like the day was starting well. Little did he imagine what was in store for him.

When he returned to the bed, Joanne immediately grabbed his mouth with her own. She loved kissing and wanted more if it. She entwined and enveloped his naked body with hers, trapping him completely in her embrace. Both of them felt his strong erection between their bodies. He was a prisoner of her affection at the moment and he didn't mind it one bit. The make-out session grew more intense as she pushed him on his back and laid down on top of him. Her face pressed so hard on his lips, her tongue exploring every corner of his mouth, that she pushed his head deep into the pillow.

Finally, she stopped. She grabbed a short piece of then rope and swiftly and expertly tied his cock and balls into a package that made his hard cock stand even more prominently; his balls projected up and out as a power on their own. It wasn't so tight to be uncomfortable or so loose that they had any room for maneuver. She gave them a slap when she was done causing Jack to yelp.

"Okay, over my lap now. Time to spank that adorable bulbous butt of yours--don't think I haven't noticed it! I love spanking -- and for that you're gonna suffer... A bit."

That wasn't really true. Jack was going to suffer a lot, but that intensity would come more later. Joanne needed to see if he could tolerate some basic discipline before trying out more severe measures later in the day.

She started out slowly after he settled in and after a few mild smacks began discussing the day.

"Jackie, hearing you've had femdom fantasies and have seen a dominatrix was a revelation to me!"

SMACK-SMACK. These were more moderate.

"You are not going to be doing chores today."

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

"No, I'm going to turn you into my bondage gimp slave for the day."

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

"We are going to engage in ALL of my favorite femdom activities that I have missed performing these past few years."

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

"A few rules. First, you will now call me 'Mistress' or 'Mistress Joanne.'"

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

"Second, you will be completely obedient."

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

"Third, if something is completely overwhelming you such that you feel like you'd run from the house if you could, say, 'stop-stop-stop' three times in a row. I will stop and we will talk. Do you understand these rules?"

Joanne stopped spanking. Jack's butt was nice light pink and while he had squirmed, he hadn't tried to stop her.

While a bit apprehensive, Jack felt like he had hit the jackpot--or so he hoped. It--she--sounded like what he had always wanted. He was grateful for the safe word and hoped he'd never have to use it!

"Yes, Mistress!"

Joanne's groin tingled hearing that title for the first time in years. She rolled Jack off her lap and got up. She went to an old trunk in her room and after rummaging found a thick, black leather collar. She had kept the trunk full of bdsm gear around, hopefully, as well as some larger pieces in her basement. She couldn't wait to use them again now on her new slave.

Jack studied Joanne while she looked for her toys. He admired her tall, Amazonian body, her large breasts were quite appealing even with a bit of sag. Her butt and legs were crown jewels--firm and muscular--no doubt the product of all her work on the farm, which, it turned out, included a few farm animals that needed caring for in addition to the household pets. I could spend days under them, he thought. Her belly had a few extra pounds but she carried it well and had an entirely feminine and sexy figure! He hoped he rated as well.

She put the collar on Jack, kept a chained leash for herself, and pulled the much smaller man to his feet by that collar.

"Okay then, off to the kitchen with you! I'm going to shower and get some things ready while you make breakfast."

Jack looked a little puzzled, standing there now with a black collar and a tied up, protruding hard-on. "We aren't going to..." His words trailing off with implication.

Joanne wasn't sure whether she should be angry or amused at the impertinence. If he liked femdom porn, he knew how this worked. She went for amusement.

"Certainly not. Maybe tonight, if you've earned it but not before then and certainly not before a full day of debauchery and depravity is behind us. A horny slave is the most cooperative slave!"

Jack laughed a slightly disappointed laugh but headed to kitchen. Joanne thought: he seems like a natural but he's also an amateur. He's gonna need a lot of training.

Joanne went to the closet in the 3rd bedroom of the farmhouse. There were only the three. Hanging in the closet and in the chest of drawers were a variety of outfits. She picked out the various items for herself: tall, high-heeled leather boots that would zip up over her thighs. Longish black latex shorts with an open crotch and mostly open ass, a black bra that pushed her still very ample breasts up and together and a short leather jacket top that gave it an authoritative flavor. She also chose a black cap to finish off the look once she puts her hair in a ponytail for the day. A pair of mirrored sunglasses stood at the ready.

Just as important, now, was an outfit for Jack. She was glad she had not gotten rid of all the outfits for her clients that she had accumulated over the years. She had hoped she would get an occasional opportunity to use them--but this was the first. She had only kept the ones for much smaller and thin men. She had had no intention of playing--or dating--any man in retirement that she could not easily physically overpower and control. She had no doubt that she could wrestle Jack into submission, fairly quickly, if she needed to.

For him, she found thin black rubber pants that had an opening at its crotch and also allowing for a fair amount of exposure at the ass, a short-sleeve black rubber top with cut-outs for the wearer's nipples, and a black rubber hood that had the openings for eyes, nose, and mouth. She's going to want to gag and blindfold him at some point, she thought, but for now she wanted her slave with all his senses.

She contemplated how to start the day: go down to breakfast in this outfit? Or wait? No, down to breakfast in the outfit! She really couldn't wait to start playing with her new, living toy.

Jack readied a nice breakfast. Having had eggs and sausage for dinner, he looked for and found all the ingredients needed to make French toast. He started the frying when he heard Joanne come down the stairs. He wanted what he made to be hot for her.

When she entered the kitchen, the sight took his breath away: Joanne--his Mistress--was dressed from headed to toe in black. Tall black boots with 4-inch heels made her tower higher than ever over him: her now 6'8" tall frame dwarfed him by a full foot and her larger body provided an ominous contrast with his thin one. Her black shorts left exposed her hairy crotch and that along with her very prominent breasts and cleavage that came with them--and a black cap left her large and in charge! The mirrored sunglasses--which Joanne had put on for the look for Jack--gave her an intense, commanding look. His cock, despite being tied still, had deflated some with the job of cooking, now engorged again to full strength! At this moment, she was the most sexually exciting woman he had seen since his wife had passed!

"You like?"

Jack was speechless.

"Jack!"

"Oh! Uh, yes Mistress! You're like a Goddess on earth!"

Joanne walked over to him, to demonstrate, reinforce, and accentuate the height differences between them. She removed her sunglasses and, as she looked down, down, down on him, slowly smiled a predatory smile.

"I'm so glad! Just for you!" Then her eyes glanced at the griddle.

"Mmmmm, French Toast! I love it!" She gave Jack a kiss, a quick fondle of his crotch and pinch of his nipples, before sitting down to wait for the food to finish cooking and be served. They chatted about mundane things while they waited for the frying to be done. When it was done, he put two slices with bacon on each plate and made to make two places at the table.

"No, Jackie--slave--you will sit over her on the floor beside me."

A little puzzled but he knew the game was hers to play, Jack did as he was told, and Joanne proceeded to eat the meal he had prepared. She did not talk much while she ate other than to compliment the food, for which he expressed his thanks. When she was done, she then began to offer bits to Jack, as he sat on the floor, from her fork. As she fed him, she put out the day's agenda.

"Let's be clear about the day, now, Jack--my slave. We are going to spend the day as Mistress and slave, filled with wanton lust, sex, debauchery, and depravity! No chores other than you serving and pleasing me in any way that I demand. But, I have to be honest, much of the time will be spent with me doing things to you--teasing you, tormenting you, and, yes, even torturing you. You're going to be my plaything. What I truly miss from my former career was the fun I took in playing with men in pretty much anyway I wanted. Let's just be clear on one thing: I demand absolute obedience and I will exercise absolute control over you. Speak when you need to--I enjoy conversation while torturing my slaves but you will not disobey or you will be punished. But truthfully, you will be punished no matter what because I love doing that, but disobedience punishment will be harsher." She paused a bit.

"In short, I will fully subjugate you!"

She continued to feed him as she spoke, describing some things they would do and telling him he will need to shower after breakfast and put on the outfit she had left for him in his room. Once the kitchen was clean, and he was showered and dressed, the day's festivities would begin.

After eating--and Jack cannot remember ever feeling so humiliated and excited while eating--he went to shower and dress. Joanne went to the farmhouse's basement to get a few things ready. The room was dark, the lighting not so great. Cool but not at all dank due to a humidifier, which she now turned off. The floor had a thick red area rug on it. She pulled the covers from a few pieces of furniture from a corner and pulled them out: a large throne chair for herself, a spanking bench that had multiple purposes, and a thick large foam pad which she covered in a dark sheet for the floor. At this moment, she mildly regretted having sold most of her dungeon furniture on retirement but was at least glad she had a few things. She also pulled out a chest and some boxes, still with bondage equipment, as well as a few whips and riding crops, and some specialty torture equipment. She wondered if her electrics would still work? She took a few moments to put new batteries in and test them and found that they mostly did.

Meanwhile, while Joanne engaged in her preparations, Jack went to shower. Before he did, he walked to his bed and looked at what Joanne had left out for him. As he picked up each piece, his mouth went dry. He felt torn between fear and excitement, but his hard cock betrayed that the excitement was more powerful.

He showered thoroughly, scrubbing every crevice of his body. He dried himself thoroughly and waited a few minutes on the bed, staring at his hard cock, for his body to dry a little more. He thought it would be easier to get the outfit she had left out for him on if he was completely dry. The "clothes" put up a bit of a struggle. For all his femdom porn watching and his two, just two, visits to dominatrices, he had never worn such an outfit.

Slowly and carefully, he managed to get the pants on first, finally working the tight rubber up to his waist until his erection popped out of the opening and became comfortable. Then the top, getting it on, adjusting and pulling at the black material until the intended look was there with his nipples in more or less the center of each opening. The outfit was tight, confining, which was the idea, but not uncomfortably so. Then he put the hood on. This was the hardest to get right as he pulled and tugged it on, puliing this way and that until everything felt right.

He then looked in the bathroom mirror. He was surprised and excited by what he saw. The black shiny rubber outfit was familiar enough from watching femdom porn that it excited him, as if it were a promise of the wanton day to come. His mind also wondered how in such a short time he went from a broken-down car in the middle of nowhere to becoming this aging woman's sex slave. A retired dominatrix? Out here? Really? What were the odds?

He finally stopped staring at the mirror and exited his room. She had left nothing for his feet, so he went barefoot to find his Mistress.

When he reached the main level, Joanne was nowhere to be seen. He was a bit confused.

"Joanne?" he called out. But did not hear a response. Then, "Mistress?" much louder.

"Jack, come to the basement," she shouted from the basement and Jack saw the open door down the hallway and headed toward it. When he reached it, he was a bit hesitant. Still barefoot, the steps were just old wood, and the room below did not seem well lit. Still, he took the plunge and hoped there were no exposed nails in those old steps. He navigated to the bottom without incident and looked over to see Joanne, whose head was barely below the ceiling in this old house, dressed to kill as he had left her. There were a couple of soft glowing lamps set up near a couple pieces of furniture. But his eyes were mostly drawn to the array of BDSM gear she had clearly pulled from boxes and set out in her makeshift dungeon.

When Joanne saw Jack, she almost squealed in delight, which she found momentarily embarrassing.

"Oh, Jack, you look marvelous! The outfit fits perfectly! You are going to make a wonderful slave and we are going to have so much fun together! Come here."

As he approached, he replied "thank you, Mistress. I must admit that the outfit does fit well, and it feels very exciting to be wearing it!"

Joanne then put a leather collar back on her slave and attached the chain leash to it. She also picked at her bondage gear until she found a pair of long bondage mittens, which allowed Jack zero use of his hands and could be hooked to anything she wished. It would start with them just hooked together behind his back. She then picked up a thick black leather pad and dropped it at the foot of her throne. She grabbed Jack's leash and pulled him with her as she moved to sit on her throne.

"Get down there," she ordered and sat herself down on her big chair.

"There are so many things I miss about my former life, slave, but one of my favorites is having a small, weak slave like yourself worship and lick my tall boots. Get to it, do a good job, make me feel your tongue inside the leather!"

"Yes, Mistress," was clearly the only expected reply. He set about his task, which was a little awkward at times, with his hands bound behind him. But he got down and began his assignment, and Joanne did not hesitate to offer directions, encouragement, and criticism whenever the whim struck her. He worked his tongue around the foot of her boot and up and down as Joanne micromanaged him. He loved dommes in tall black boots and he didn't know why the act of being forced to put his tongue on hers excited him and hardened his cock further. But it did.

Joanne just loved this! She had forgotten just how much she loved this! It was the psychology of it as much as anything, watching a small, bound, subjugated male lick her boots in recognition of her total superiority, indeed her supremacy, over him that excited her no end. She could feel herself getting a little wet watching him.

Joanne picked up a long riding crop and began to caress Jack with it as he went about his task.

"We are going to test many things about you today, slave, including your endurance and pain tolerances. Truly, I cannot wait to do so." As she said this, she continued to stroke various parts of his body with the crop, occasionally offering a mild strike with it to emphasize a point or the efforts of his tongue. Nothing painful at all at this point.

Jack found this humiliating act exciting, but especially when he would occasionally look up at his Mistress while he worked and saw the look of haughty superiority and smug satisfaction on Joanne's face. She clearly reveled in her domination of him.

When being on his knees got too hard, Joanne let him sit and she sought to put her long black boots in range to make his job easier. This went on for a half hour and by the end Jack had received a master's class lesson on how to worship a domme's boots. He was happy when it seemed like she was calling a halt, because his tongue was now quite tired. The look of relief on his face amused her, but it wasn't happening yet.

"No, you're not quite done. Lay down on the carpet on your back," as she gave this instruction she unhooked his bondage mittens from behind him and reconnected them with his arms in front.

"You have a little bit more to go." She then stood over Jack and put her right boot to his mouth.

"The bottoms, too, and make sure you suck that long heel like you're making love to it!" Joanne steadied herself by holding on to a pipe in the exposed floor joists overhead. It took her slave another 10 minutes before she was satisfied with this. When that was done, she ordered Jack up, pulling at his leash in encouragement.