The Dominant Mistress And Her Younger Slave

My first encounter with Dominant Mistress Joanne was at the age of 19 in the Boston area. This was well before the internet age. Communication was through personal ads in the underground newspaper under alternative lifestyles. There were all types of ads, but one was from a Mistress advertising for a slave. I wrote to the PO box. Within a week I received a reply. We continued to write, exchanging letters every week or so (due to mail delivery times) until finally after about 1 month and 1/2, I was given a phone number to call and time and place to meet.

It was a beautiful fall day, early Saturday afternoon in the Boston area. This was a suburban neighborhood, neat rows of average houses on a tree lined street. I found the address, parked and rang the doorbell. A woman answered. She did not “fit” my description of a dominatrix or Prodomme. She wore a blue jean maxi dress that buttoned all the way down the front with flat black buttons. She wore lace boots which were the style at the time with chunky heels. Her black hair was put up in a bun and she wore glasses.

She smiled and asked my age. I told her I was 21 (I was only 19). She was 29. There is a BIG [difference between the sexes at that age](http://femdoming.com/dominant-nurse-boy-toy/). She was self assured, confident and seemed very womanly to me. I was little more than a schoolboy, exploring and trying to live out a fantasy based on reading material I was exposed to in my teen years. I was drawn to BDSM stories, both male dominant ones (more common, like the Story of O) and those with Female leads like “The Governess”.

Anyways, she did not fit my image but when she held the door open and invited me in, I followed. She said we would sit, have tea and talk. On her round kitchen table was a teapot in a tea cozy, with a plate of oatmeal cookies, cups, saucer, creamer, sugar bowl with sugar cubes, tongs, and napkins. She was very keen on instructing me the proper way to pour her tea.

I was to refer to her as Mistress Joanne and she told me to pour her a cup of tea. It was to be an inch below the rim, and when I replaced the teapot, the handle was to be facing out, centered in the middle. I was to ask to put cream and sugar in the tea and use the tongs. It was all very proper and we made small talk. I helped myself to a cookie as I had not eaten lunch.

Dominant Mistress Joanne asked how the ride was and stated what a beautiful day it was. She also would pepper her comments with more direct questions. For example, ” Isn’t it nice and sunny today? Oh and when was the last time you were spanked?” I’d get real shy and say, “Not since I was a kid, and she would say, “Oh, well you are long overdue for one, young man.” We’d continue along this line while we had our tea. She’d reminded me of proper etiquette and manners again. Then she asked, “Have you had a [butt plug](http://shop.femdoming.com/butt_plugs/) or [dildo](http://shop.femdoming.com/realistic_dildo/x5_7_dildo_w-flexible_spine.html) in your ass, Robert?” I blushed and said, “No.” She continued,”Do you think you would like one there?”

I said “No, I don’t think so.” She laughed merrily and said we’d see about that. I was nervous and ate all the cookies (five) and she got more. I also drank lots of tea, perhaps 5 cups in the 20 minutes we were talking. She told me she was slave to a Master but he had allowed her to have her own slave. I would not be having contact with the Master ever, but was interviewing now to see whether I was suitable to be her slave. So far she liked what she saw.

Of course having drank 6 cups of tea by now and an hour drive down to see her, I now had to pee. I asked Dominant Mistress Joanne where the bathroom was. She told me down the hall outside the door to the kitchen on the left. I arose to leave. Immediately her eyes flashed dark and Dominant Mistress Joanne looked at me and said, “Sit. Right. Back. Down. Young man,” she told me. I quickly took my seat. I told her I had to use the bathroom. She told me I must ask properly to be excused. So I asked to use the bathroom, Dominant Mistress Joanne shook her head no.

“That’s not what I told you,” she chided. “Ask permission first.” I asked permission to use the bathroom. She shook her head no again. “Ask permission to be excused.” I asked permission to be excused. Dominant Mistress Joanne said, “When you ask permission, start and end the sentence with “Mistress Joanne”. “Mistress Joanne, may I have permission to be excused, Mistress Joanne?” “What for?” She asked me. I thought this was ridiculous she must know I need to pee…and badly! I told Dominant Mistress Joanne I had to use the bathroom to pee. She chided me and said, “Shouldn’t you have thought of that before the drive down and before drinking all that tea?” [http://femdoming.com/dominant-mistress-joanne-younger-slave-1/](http://femdoming.com/dominant-mistress-joanne-younger-slave-1/)

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