Country Girl Dominatrix

Steven had barely gotten into position when Julia cracked the leather belt loudly across his ass. He flinched and made a quick gasp, but otherwise seemed to take it well.

He felt the sharp snap of pain and could envision a warm wide red stripe across both cheeks of his ass where the belt had landed. It seemed that their session had started a few seconds before he was ready, and the next crack of the belt also struck before he expected it, painfully landing with confidence and perfect aim. Unlike Nancy, Steven's ex-girlfriend, Julia seemed to have no inhibitions when it came to giving a whipping.

He tried to hold as still as possible and not cry out, though it was impossible not to flinch after every sharp strike of the belt, his own belt which was now being used against him by some country girl dominatrix.

Steven wanted to take it like a man, but while she seemed to be slowing her pace, each snap of the belt blazed with new intensity across his now burning buttocks.

Julia could feel the perspiration on her skin beginning to dampen her flannel blouse. Was it the stagnant air inside the caboose, the physical exertion, or her excitement? She lashed the belt across his reddening ass again, this time backhanded from left to right.

It's not too hard to find a submissive man, one who is willing to talk about his fantasies of being dominated, but she had learned over the years that it was best to take advantage of that situation as soon as possible. Find a place for a spontaneous session and see if he is really willing to go through with it.

Whipping Steven harder now, she saw him jump a bit more with each strike of the belt and she listened closely to the increased hiss of his gasps. He had yet to cry out in pain and seemed to be taking his beating better than most. Precious.

Seeing his pale naked body with his buttocks turned a dark red, cornered in the bay window, Julia's knew she was completely in control. At times like this her focus tightened and any problems she might have were far away. This was her world now, where she ruled.

Steven couldn't help but give a loud grunt as he was struck with another heavy blow of the belt. Was she going to whip him until he cried for mercy? He had to take his hands off the window sill and brace himself against the wall. Julia paused her whipping and he was afraid that he had pissed her off by moving without being ordered to do so. Perhaps the session was over. Then the wide leather belt snapped down across his right shoulder blade. The pain was so piercing and unexpected that he cried out in pain.

It was so easy for Julia to get carried away at times like this, making her first session with a new man her last. She had learned over the years to keep herself under control, but it was still difficult. A man with a taste for pain like Steven made it all that more difficult.

A devious thought had crossed her mind and she whipped the belt down upon one of his shoulder blades. He cried out, but not for mercy. Still, Julia realized she was pushing things a bit too far.

It was then that she remembered to stoop slightly and look around the side of her obedient submissive. She had an ulterior motive for having him stand here and she glanced out the bay window towards the path which led into the clearing. No one was coming, but Julia knew there was the risk of some couple who knew of the caboose slipping back here for a romp in one of the old bunks.

How long had they been here? Julia could feel her sweaty clothes clinging to her body, and Steven's ass had clearly taken enough of a beating, but she wasn't ready to turn him loose just yet.

"Get on your knees," she ordered.

"Yes, Miss Julia," Steven responded quietly. While he was glad that he had gotten the whipping he'd always wanted from a beautiful woman, it had been tougher to endure than he could have imagined. He was glad that it was over and only too happy to comply when Julia sat in the old swivel seat that was bolted to the floor near the bay window, and ordered him to worship her ankle boots.

She seductively crossed her legs and poised a boot in front of his face, then began to sip wine from her cup. Steven had finished off his wine before entering the caboose. Although he had a good buzz on from the strong homebrew, after the intense whipping he felt alert and sober.

He started by licking the gently pointed toe of her boot, the soft black leather somewhat gritty on his tongue as it must have picked up some dust on their short walk. Steven worked his way slowly back to the short curved heel.

"You probably wish I was wearing some spike heeled boots, don't you," she taunted as he gently kissed the dusty heel.

"Yes, Miss Julia," he answered.

"I wear high heels to the office all the time. Shoes, boots, I'm sure you'd like to lick your way through my collection," Julia said.

Although Steven had an erection when he knelt before her, as Julia started to tell him how she knew that men were fascinated by high heels and loved how sexy they made a woman look, she could see his penis swell a bit more and give occasional involuntary throbs. He also started licking her boot with greater intensity.

Glancing out the window and seeing that she still had time to play with her new submissive, Julia presented him with her other boot.

"Obviously I couldn't wear stilettos out here, walking through the meadows," she told him. "These work well though. Easy enough to walk in, but still a bit on the sexy side, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Miss Julia," Steven mumbled, not breaking his tongue's contact with the low shaft of her boot.

"Now hold on just a minute," she told him and suddenly placed both of her feet on the floor. Steven looked up at her. "I'm not going to have you dripping all over my floor," she scolded while looking down at his penis. She was still holding his folded belt in one hand and raised it slightly from her lap.

Steven glanced at his hard cock, which was now oozing cum from the tip. To his surprise, Julia raised one foot off the floor and slowly traced the toe of her boot up the underside of his erection, lingering at the tip of the head and swirling around with an amazingly light and stimulating touch.

He moaned with pleasure and knew that if she didn't stop he was going to cum all over her boot. Much to his frustration, she stopped rubbing his penis with her boot and held it up to his face, the toe now lightly coated with his cum and shining like black patent leather.

"Lick it clean," she ordered in a low snarling voice. Steven didn't hesitate, and the light salty taste was soon gone as he continued to worship her boot again.

Julia knew that at this point he was completely mesmerized by her. She took delight in lightly teasing his cock some more with the toe of her boot.

"Tell me, Steven. What do you think is the sexiest pair of high heeled shoes that a woman could wear?" She asked, feeling his cock twitch on the tip of her boot.

He described for her a pair of peep toe pumps in black patent leather, with tall stiletto heels and a platform sole about an inch thick.

"All the young hussies are wearing shoes like that now," Julia said. "I suppose it's a good look but I won't wear platforms to the office. I don't think they are professional. Perhaps we should get together again, go shopping for shoes, and you could buy me a pair," she suggested. I'd wear them just for you."

Steven could feel that she was now gliding the side of her boot up and down the underside of his hard cock with increased speed and pressure.

"Yes, Miss Julia," he squeaked, his mouth dry, eyes blurring, and on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

He was shocked when Julia suddenly stood up and ordered him to put his clothes on.

"Don't even think of touching it," she warned, brandishing the belt as Steven looked down at his swollen erection that had been seconds away from erupting.

"Please let me cum, Miss Julia," he begged, clenching his fists together and looking into her dark eyes. She stepped behind him, moving swiftly. He heard a brief whoosh of air and then the belt smacked loudly on his sore buttocks.

"Now do as I say and put on your clothes!" Julia commanded.

He fumbled for his scattered clothing and put it on as slowly as he dared, hoping his erection would subside enough to comfortably get inside his jeans. Trying to get his mind on anything else, Steven looked towards the front portion of the caboose, which looked like it might be original with a built-in desk and primitive galley. He noticed the stove top had a low rail around the edge, which might have helped to keep the coffee pot from sliding off when the caboose was picked up and moved by that tornado. No, that had to be a bullshit local legend.

"I enjoyed borrowing this," Julia told him as she handed him his belt. She had already locked the caboose and hidden the key. Wasting no time she began to walk back towards the festival grounds while Steven threaded his belt through the loops on his jeans and hurried to catch up.

When they exited the woods they didn't see anyone wandering around through the machinery. Almost everyone had congregated at a far corner of the meadow where a healthy plume of steam was rising in the air, the steam tractor evidently having been brought back to life.

When they made it to the exhibit, Steven saw an old man at the tractor's controls and another with a short grey beard holding a long-necked oil can, carefully watching some moving parts on the side. The sawmill itself, while it must have been a great timesaving machine long ago, still required a lot of hard work to load logs and operate. All the while the giant circular blade and wide belt connected to the tractor spun without any guards or shielding, ready to grab an arm or loose piece of clothing.

Julia was not impressed. She had seen the machinery run many times over the years. Instead her mind drifted back to not long ago when Steven had been kneeling before her and begging to have an orgasm. He could have easily touched himself, just a few strokes of his penis would have been all that he needed to ejaculate, but he didn't. He could be a real treasure, she thought, and her private parts began to feel warm again.

Although she would have liked to have touched herself for her own release, there was no time or place here. That would have to wait until she got home, maybe as she lay in bed alone and waited to fall asleep. Julia would be able to replay the day's events in her mind with vivid detail. That would be just as good.

The tractor and sawmill didn't run for much longer before one of the older men gave a signal to shut it down. Steven overheard one of the men telling the young fellow, who had been standing dejectedly off to one side, that he would have a good project to keep him busy over the winter.

The couple then made their way to small grove where tables and chairs were set up and homemade food was served, and the wine tasting began shortly afterwards. Steven had noticed that a lot of families were there at the festival and he asked if she had any family in the area. Her answer was simply, no. Although he tried to engage Julia in some more conversation, she was now coolly aloof.

He knew that she grew up in this area and seemed to know a number of people. The owner of the steam tractor, the wine maker with the camper bus, and whoever put that caboose back in the woods. However, while it seemed that most of the young adults here had married and had a few kids, Julia was still single. It occurred to Steven that there might be a good reason for that, but then again he was holding out for the right woman. No need to get married any time soon, and certainly raising a family could wait until later.

Although he knew that some live music would start soon and a bonfire would be lit at dusk with more homemade wine served, it seemed to Steven that the mood had cooled and it was time for him to leave. He was actually a little surprised when Julia asked for his phone number.

"I do want to get together with you again," she told him. "After all you promised to buy me a pair of shiny black platform pumps. I'll call you later next week." She refused to give Steven her own phone number or an email address.

On Thursday she had called him and they made plans to meet at a mall on the east edge of town. Shopping for shoes, though Julia hinted that they might find something else to do.

....

The sun was starting to come up when Julia walked back to her cottage. The old propane heater mounted in the wall between the living room and bedroom fired up easily. It was a temperamental piece of junk, so Julia was pleased. She stripped off her work clothes and pulled on a long terrycloth robe and stepped into some old but comfortable slippers.

Standing, looking at one wall of the tiny bedroom, she remembered how it originally had a single shelf with a clothes rod beneath it to serve as a closet. Over the few years that she had lived here rent free in exchange for chores, there had been plenty of money for clothes and shoes. Borrowing tools from the farm's workshop and using whatever scraps of lumber and pipe that she could find to build a closet organizing system of some kind, the entire wall was now covered with an amazing wardrobe.

A good portion of her wardrobe had been purchased on clearance or from outlet stores, but no one needed to know that. This was the wardrobe of a successful career woman. A far cry from the secondhand castoffs she wore when she was little.

Julia would be meeting Steven at the mall several hours from now and she would take her time to pick out the perfect outfit to wear. It should be sexy enough to arouse him, without being too naughty to wear while shopping.

He would buy her those hussy shoes. Not just another pair of heels to add to her collection, but a pair that made him weak. Julia was delighted with thoughts of tormenting him with those shoes. They could be used to give him both pleasure and pain. So perfect. She couldn't wait.

A note from the author:

For anyone who enjoyed the story, there was a previous series featuring Miss Julia and you can find those stories here. In chronological order they are: Off-Road Goddess, Paddled In the Boondocks, Lunch With A Dominatrix, A Painful Test, and She Takes What She Wants.