Country Road Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Country Road Ch. 02 by oliver57,oliver57
(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.

“Now, then, I have been wanting to exercise my whips again and you going to suffer for me now. I’ve so missed this, Jack, all of this. I love having a slave in my house again.”

Joanne leaned down to her bound slave and put her lips next to his ears, and began pinching his nipples. Slowly at first, but with increasing intensity as she spoke.

“Just think, Jack, right now, no one on earth knows you’re here. No one is looking for you. You are bound in my basement many, many miles from another human being–other than me–and I am taller, stronger, and weigh much more than you do. What makes you think you will ever leave here, ever be seen alive by anyone else again?” The “alive” was her desire to fuck with his mind.

Jack, his brain turning to gelatin at those words, mumbled some sort of “I don’t know” response.

She pulled back and smiled evilly at him, running her fingernails up and down the length of his tied cock, which seemed to twitch uncontrollably in the moment.

“All right, my little slave, now we will see if you really meant what you said about being a bit of a masochist. Climb onto this–perhaps you’ve seen this before. It’s a spanking bench but it can be used for multiple purposes. You will get to experience many of them!”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“I’m not going to gag you, slave. For a couple of reasons. First, if you need to use your mouth, you need to able to do so. Second, I do enjoy hearing your moans, groans, screams even–they turn me on so much! So, feel free to make all the noise you want, beg, plead, whatever–but I won’t stop doing what I want to you unless you use the magic phrase. All clear?”

“Yes, Mistress–noise is okay. Got it!” Jack couldn’t help feeling excited at her words. In his two trips to a dominatrix, he discovered he did enjoy a fair degree of pain–when a sexy dominant woman was inflicting it. Joanne in her chic black leather outfit, with her large breasts and perfect ass, was plenty sexy enough for him. It was his second time on such a piece, so he knew what was coming. His legs and arms rested on their individual supports while the center piece held his torso and head. Joanne wasted no time in securing the leather straps that bound him–virtually immobilizing him–on the bench.

Mistress Joanne picked up a flogger and gently focused it on that portion of his buttocks that was exposed. But she also struck other areas that were better protected. It was almost a caress in the beginning. Joanne enjoyed the fact that her technique showed surprisingly little rust. The blows were not frequent at first, but slowly, inexorably she ratcheted up both the speed and intensity of her blows. At the same time, she stopped regularly to speak to Jack and tickle, fondle, and stroke his hard cock, both to keep it that way and to reinforce the association of pain and pleasure in Jack’s mind and body.

She took her time. Relishing each strike. She remembered how much she enjoyed this, too. Slowly, steadily, surely, she increased the intensity of the blows. Not the speed, though, she loved taking her time and wanted to enjoy every one, every twitch of Jack’s body in response.

“You’re doing well, my little slave. But I’m going to push harder. I want to hear you suffering for me. Don’t try to fake it! I’ll know! I want the real thing!”

“Yes, Mistress!” And Jack began to wonder if those words would be the only ones he woukd say all day. He braced himself for what she promised and felt his cock throb as he did.

Joanne resumed striking her captive and Jack could feel she was true to her word. The blows came harder and faster and he began to squirm at the onslaught. Joanne delighted in his movements and relished watching his ass turn bright pink. Still, she would stop at times to run her fingernails lightly and repeatedly over his butt, eliciting even more sounds from Jack. It was a teasing sensual torment interspersed with the more corporal variety. Jack first moaned at the former before the latter. Still, after nearly an hour of this game, Jack was moaning and groaning in real discomfort–even if his cock maintained its erection. It hurt, but mentally he reveled in the sexual thrill of overwhelming inescapable female domination!

“Oh! Oh! Ouch. Damn! Ooh!” were among the many sounds and words Jack was using now. Each one exciting his Mistress in every way. After 40 minutes of this, the sting on his ass was now almost better. It was as if the nerve endings were traumatized enough to seem less painful. It was a chimera, but it helped him soldier through.

Joanne felt herself getting wet as Jack’s sounds became ever louder and more frequent. She loved hearing a male suffer under her whips again. She only stopped when she thought Jack might safe word out–she really didn’t want it to come to that and interrupt her rhythm.

Still, Jack let out numerous cries of pain, so much so Joanne stopped at one point, and out of genuine concern, carefully asked: “You do remember what to say if you feel too overwhelmed, right?”

“Yes, Mistress. Don’t worry Mistress. I am just letting my inhibitions go!” Jack appreciated her checking in on him. But while it hurt, it was not anywhere near causing him to want to stop. He loved pleasing her, including indulging her sadistic desires.

Joanne smiled at this and resumed striking her slave and Jack resumed his cries when he felt the need. This, too, went over for at least 30 minutes, and Joanne decided to stop when she saw his butt was a distinct red. She then gently stroked it with her fingernails. The tickling torture nature of it made Jack struggle violently against his bonds. The whole vignette had made her even more excited, and she now needed some sexual relief. Jack’s face was going to provide it.

“You took that so, so well, Jack. Yes, it appears we are going to get along very very well!” As she said this, she gently, almost imperceptibly tickled his hard penis, which jutted straight down the back of the torso support of the bench. She then walked around to the front and to his face, pulling his head up slightly by the hair, which very conveniently put it at the height of her crotch. She stepped into his face, fusing it to her pubic mound.

“Get to work. I now want my first orgasm from your pain and bondage.”

Jack made some effort to do so, but in reality Joanne ground herself against him to force it out of him. He didn’t actually have much to do. She smelled very good to him, and he could feel her wetness and hair wash all over his face as she pleasured herself against him. He truly loved being just a vehicle for her pleasure as she continued to rub herself harder and harder against his face. She moved around enough that he didn’t have trouble breathing, not that he would have minded that. It took her about her about ten minutes. She held his head in place with both of her hands until she came in a set of violent shudders.

“Oh, God, Jack–excellent! That was so good!”

“Thank you, Mistress! I live to serve!” They both laughed a bit at that turn of phrase.

She took a moment to wipe herself and his face with a towel before loosening the straps. Time for something else she thought. She unhooked Jack from the spanking bench and decided to move things out of the basement for a while. She attached the leash to his collar again and spoke:

“Come, let’s go back upstairs to my bedroom. I think that will be more comfortable for us both.”

She grabbed a box and led her slave up the basement stairs. When they were on the main level, she handed the box to him and led him again by the leash up the stairs. Joanne loved leading a slave around by a collar and leash. And the size differences between them emphasized the Mistress/slave dynamic so much. She felt like a kid in candy store again. She entered her bedroom with Jack stumbling behind her, feeling the tug on his neck.

“Okay, up on the bed with you, slave. Lie down on your back.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Jack wasted no time doing as he was told. He was excited! He hoped this meant that sex was in the offing.

“So, Jackie,” she began. “Before we start our next phase of excitement, how are you doing? Enjoying yourself, I hope?” As she said this, she was busy tying his limbs to the four corner posts of the bed, pulling them tight. One at time until she was done. She surveyed the scene. Jack’s arms and legs were pulled tight. They had little or no room for movement. His hands in bondage mitts and his feet in bondage booties. His cock and balls, still tied with the rope Joanne had used on them earlier protruded high above his groin in forced excitement at the position he was in. Joanne thought it was clear he loved bondage. Excellent. She loves keeping men in bondage for extended periods of time.

Jack took his time in answering as Joanne worked to tie him down very securely. It wasn’t that he wasn’t sure that he was enjoying himself–he definitely was! But he wanted to be careful and say the right things, although, to be sure, he himself wasn’t sure what the right thing to say was.

“Joanne–” She gave him a sharp, but slightly amused look. “Mistress! I mean, Mistress! Yes, I can honestly say that I am enjoying myself immensely! Between last night and this morning, so far, I have thoroughly enjoyed your company and your dominance–your increasing dominance, in fact. I so look forward to what plans you have for us for the rest of the day. I can also say that I am handling things well, better than I thought I would, but I appreciate things like the pillows for my knees!”

Joanne laughed again. Jack loved hearing her laugh and she laughed easily. He hoped it was because she was enjoying him.

“That’s great to hear, my slave. I assure, that I am loving our time together. I feel so lucky that, well, your car sucks!” She laughed again.

“Now, for this next phase, I almost feel a little bad about it, but not too bad. The fact is I am a sadist.” She leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “and that means you will have to suffer, really suffer for my enjoyment–for my pleasure!” She gave him a deliciously evil smile as her head retreated from his ear.

Jack swallowed hard hearing those words. He definitely had a bit of masochism in him, but this was different from the professional sessions he had had. There he and the dominatrix had discussed the details of interests. That wasn’t true with Joanne. He was just along for the ride–although he did have his out, his safe word if needed. But he really, really didn’t want to use it.

She now eyed him, studied him even, and gently caressed his fully engorged, fully tied cock that because of the design of her cock and ball bondage stood up quite high.

“I always loved–still love it appears–playing all kinds of cock and ball torment and torture games with my slaves. That is what we are going to do next. It’s like God put these appendages here for women like me to play with. Frankly, i never understood why all women wouldn’t want to be dominant over their husbands and boyfriends.” Secure in the knowledge that Jack was immobilized, Joanne began rummaging and partially emptying the box she had had Jack bring to the bedroom. She started laying out a number of things with which she was going to tease, torment, and torture her slave’s cock.

Once she was ready, she sat down on the bed beside Jack and started first by fondling his cock some more but then switching to use her fingernails to rake it a bit. She kept her eyes, however, mostly on Jack’s face, relishing the reactions and sounds he was making. That is what she loved: capturing his manhood and then doing things, soon painful things, that elicited reactions. She loved that power, loved the sexual arousal that power gave her as she teased and hurt him. She slapped Jack’s cock some and then picked up some different things to play with. A little whip, a metal pinwheel. She subjected Jack to these toys, relishing his moans, inhales, varying looks of pain and relief as she alternated between and pleasure. Almost any sound Jack made elicited a smile from her. Sharper sounds of discomfort tended to cause her to laugh.

“Okay, now we are really going to have some fun! Well, I will–not sure about you, of course!”

He loved that their domination games were still making her laugh. Yet, he began to feel some trepidation as he felt Joanne attaching something or somethings to his cock and other somethings to areas around his groin. She hadn’t blindfolded him–she had said at one point she hoped for a look of terror in his eyes–but he was tied down so well that he could not get a real good view of what she was doing. Further sounds of items being manipulated, something being plugged in filled the air when she wasn’t humming in happiness.

“There we go. Now, let’s begin.”

At first, nothing seemed to happen. Jack wondered if anything was happening or if whatever she was doing was not working. Then he started to feel the first intermittent tingles on his penis. Then, they suddenly got stronger.

“Oh!”

“Aha,” Joanne responded. “Signs of life in my old equipment after all! These are my electric toys, slave. They can give pain or pleasure. We’re going to experiment with a variety of the settings–and their intensity. Now, new rule here. If the pleasure settings seem like they are going to make you cum, then tell me instantly. We are very far from wanting that to happen!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Jack steeled himself for what was coming, not least because he really had no idea what was coming despite the little tastes she had already given him.

As Joanne began to experiment with the different settings–one for a vibrating pleasure at different levels of intensity, another for pulsing pain at higher levels of intensity–she giggled as she caused reactions in Jack’s voice and movements. She delighted in making him jump with sudden turns of the dial that increased the pain levels.

“Arrggh!”

“Ooh, did that hurt?” she asked innocently, knowing full well it did hurt. It took her a good 20 minutes before she had completely refamiliarized herself with her equipment and how Jack responded to different stimuli. God, how she loved making him jump, twitch, and scream with the turns of her dials and settings of her switches! Then she pulled out her Hitachi wand and set it down.

“All right slave, now we are going to see how you do. We are going to see how much you can take with electrical play. But, I really don’t want to get it so intense that you use your safe word, so I’d like you to warn me if it seems like we will get to ‘too much’ soon.”

“This is all about combining pain and pleasure under my control–my total control. I am going to learn how to play your body like a fiddle, Jack. It is a favorite activity of my career days. I honestly couldn’t get enough of it. Do you understand?”

As Jack felt the various wires and electrodes attached to his groin, he wondered a little about what he had gotten himself into. There was anticipation, but not without trepidation.

“I said, do you understand?” And she gave Jack a quick jolt to get him to focus on what she was saying.

“Yes, Ma’am!” he quickly responded. “I understand–let you know if seems like it is getting too much. I hope I won’t have to do that, however.”

“I hope you won’t have to, either, but I am nothing if not a scientist here. We will experiment!”

With that, Joanne began slowly turn the dial on her device and Jack slowly began to feel drawn out pulses on his cock. They didn’t hurt, but they were very noticeable. She slowly turned it up such that the pulses began to feel uncomfortable.

“Harrum, ah, ooh,” were some of the sounds Jack began to make as he felt what she was doing more and more.

“AAHHH!” he shouted at her next turn of the dial, which to her ear had a distinctly different sound to it. She felt she was approaching Jack’s maximum–although she was not quite there yet. She turned it down and she could hear the sigh coming from her bound slave she was now delightfully and sadistically torturing. She had returned the intensity to tolerable levels but that would be but a momentary interruption.

She picked up her Hitachi and turned it on.

“Remember, if you think you might come, speak up at once!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Jack was determined to please this woman who excited him so much.

Joanne placed the Hitachi on Jack’s balls and he could feel the pleasurable sensation it was starting to give him, even as he still felt the now tolerable sensations of the electrical pulses. She could see his cock harden up as it responded happily to Hitachi sensations. As it did so, she slowly started to turn up the electricity.

The reaction on Jack’s face was priceless! It was now an expression that revealed a mixture of pain and pleasure! As Joanne dialed up the electricity and the pulses became more painful, she moved the Hitachi up higher on the underside of his penis, which increased the pleasure side of the equation. The pain-pleasure combo was leading to all kinds of sounds, moans, and groans from Jack. And pretty much every (substantial) sound he expressed made her pussy tingle, and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she teased and tortured her bound slave. It had been so long! God, how she loved it so!

And then she would ease off and give Jack a breather before she started back up on it. Each time she did it, the electrical intensity would get higher and higher, but the use of the Hitachi would offset the painful sensation with an increasing desire to cum on Jack’s part. When she hit the high level she hit before, Jack once again yelled out but she placed the Hitachi just under the helmet of his cock.

Jack’s mind and body felt overwhelmed. The pain and pleasure were attacking his cock–indeed his whole groin area–in almost equal measure. He couldn’t think straight anymore. But he did feel an eruption starting to rise.

“I’m going to cum soon, Mistress!”

With that, Joanne removed the Hitachi, but left the electricity run.

“Arrggh!” was Jack’s immediate reponse again. “Oh! Please!”

Joanne laughed and laughed. “Please what, Jack? Too much?”

Jack didn’t know what he wanted. Truthfully, it was not yet too much for him and he wanted to keep pleasing Joanne, but it was damned uncomfortable without the Hitachi for comparative relief.

“Yes, I mean, no, it’s not too much, really, but I beg you, please!”

“I still have no idea what you want me to do, Jack,” she said grinning and enjoying her slave’s mental fog and predicament. “Here, perhaps this will help.” And she placed the Hitachi back on his penis, albeit not quite as high as before. The result was Jack could tolerate the pain again more easily. Joanne didn’t leave it steadily on him, however, she repeatedly put it on and off quickly, so as to not cause Jack’s orgasm to rise as closely as it did last time.

But then she turned the electricity up again higher, beyond where Jack had shouted before and as she did so, she returned the Hitachi to a constant touch just under the tip of his penis. How much could he take she wondered? She wanted to find out!

Jack groaned and yelled and started to breath fast and heavily. Joanne played her devices like a Stradivarius, watching Jack wrench in his bondage as he tried to escape her ministrations but was inevitably unsuccessful. The sounds of man being sexually tormented and tortured were music to her ears, but Jack didn’t tell her to stop or use his safe word. She loved him for that!

“I love hearing men beg, slave Jack. Feel free to beg me to stop.”

“Oh, God, please, please stop Mistress. It’s a lot and I think I am going to come soon!”

Joanne decided that this was indeed enough for now. An hour had gone by since she had strapped her electrics on him. Despite his discomfort and his pleas, Jack’s cock was rock hard. It had made a small pool of precum on his belly. She believed him.

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“Oh, very well. I don’t want you coming yet, and this has been fun but we have been at it a long time. A long morning, in fact. You deserve a break for being such a good sport–a good slave!”

With that, Joanne turned all her equipment off. She carefully undid it and cleaned Jack up while his heartrate and breathing returned to normal.

“Well, actually, your break can start in a few minutes!”

Her pussy now glistened, dripped even, after an hour of electrical play, she climbed on the bed and stood over and straddled her slave’s chest, enjoying the view for a few moments before descending and squarely planting her hairy, wet, vagina his face. She did not concern herself too much with his tongue or anything Jack did. Instead, she just started grinding herself against him, using his nose and chin in strategic ways to achieve the results she wanted. She looked down at him, at first, while she did so, loving the fact that his face and head were almost completely engulfed by her–indeed his head alone barely seemed larger than her pubic hair region, much less compared to her powerful thighs, which kept him firmly trapped as she extracted her pleasure from him.

She was so excited! She hadn’t had this much sex in years! And she hadn’t been able to dominate a man in almost as long! She stopped looking at him and closed her eyes, which rolled far up into her head. It didn’t take long, but it did take some number of minutes. She hated having to stop and lift up occasionally to allow her slave oxygen, but she didn’t allow it for long before she resumed.

When she came, she came hard and a lot, covering Jack’s face in her juices. So much so, that he again had to recover his breathing and his breathing sounded wet after everything she had left behind on his face. She took a minute to recover, too, but then climbed off and got a another towel to wipe him dry.

Jack said nothing at first. He was exhausted, but he finally offered, “thank you, Mistress!”

“I should be the one thanking you! I think I came even harder than last night! Just lay there, Jack, and have rest. I think you need a little time to recover from all that.” Joanne herself went upstairs to clean up a bit and use the facilities. When she came back, Jack was dozing a bit and she let him. She put a warm blanket on him. His cock was still semi-hard, though deflating a bit in his slumber. She wanted him to keep up his energy and a 60-year man was going to need the occasional nap to keep up with her.

An hour and a half hour later, she woke him and released him from his bondage. “I suggest you go upstairs to use the bathroom, slave. We still have quite an afternoon and evening ahead of us,” she smiled.