When he woke up, his first thoughts were of her. More specifically of a word she instilled in him. That word being 'orders.' He recited to himself the acronym: O.R.D.R.S. and thought about each letter and its significance.
'O' is for Outfit. So first, he had to put on some bondage style equipment that was somehow more revealing then complete nudity.
'R' is for Room-to-Room. His second task, while adorned with collar and varying restraints, was to do from room to room in the house and clean everything up. He made the beds and swept and he usually finished in the kitchen, cleaning dishes.
'D' is for Date. By now, the restraints and the submissive cleaning in the nude had made him very aroused. They would normally spend some time together now. This part was sweet. It felt very good and relaxing. He would, as she desired, some times play with himself showing everything to her or show her his butt tied up in ropes and rub it seductively against the back of a chair or something like that. She liked to see him in sexual positions being as sexy as possible. She loved to see his body working like that for her. But their Date can't be too long or else he will be too turned on and he might leak a few drops of some clear cum which she wouldn't like at all. Not at this point, anyway.
'R' stands for Ritual. It was a set of yoga stances and prescribed movements to stretch out his body. Here, too, she watched his submissive positions that he held for varying amounts of time still in bondage. Sometimes he trembled, on the verge of falling.
Finally, 'S' is for Shower. Once clean, his morning worship of her was over.
It felt like every minute of his day was decided beforehand. She controlled when he slept, ate and did everything else. She had a way of taking up all his free time. She had specific times when she spoke to him directly. Due to their long distance relationship, if you can call it that, and with the infrequent meetings, she decided that the best approach would be to slowly incorporate in his life a kind of religious-like regiment. She told him only one aspect of her desires at a time and had ways of making sure he complied before adding more commandments to his routine. She sent him documents outlining the rituals and hinted at the beliefs of her system. In it, all rich old powerful women are divine and must be obeyed like royalty would have been in bygone days. Once a woman chooses someone for herself, he is owned by her until she tires of him and he must always be at attention by her side like a slave or servant. There was no ejaculations allowed except on special days and that would be him just jerking himself off to completion and then tasting her nectar. Cumming inside any of the matron was a terrible sin punished by a severe beating and then probable expulsion from the order.
For starters, based of her suggestion, he bought a Hindi Icon of a Goddess and put it on his table to remind him that she sees him. It was made of dark heavy red glass. The Magic Icon represented a plump nude little woman. She was sitting up and touching herself with one hand and covering her breasts with the other while her head looked forward.
It's just that he was a young cub when they first met and she was an experienced woman who loved to mess around with boys like this. Boys who didn't know anything about the pleasure she could bring them. Things they never imagined feeling. Her wild ways would permanently entrench themselves in their minds as she would take them on a whirlwind relationship. They didn't really know what was normal and desperately wanted to please her. All she had to do was to act out how turned on she was from whatever she wanted him to do at the moment and her plaything would comply. The less the did this, the better it worked. She liked to make them think she was prudish and a little inexperienced herself.
