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.
