A Meeting with Mistress Julia, Part 1
I crouched on the hard wooden floor, upright back, my palms resting at the rear of my head. Fog had invaded my senses, isolating only the sense of touch through the black hood that shrouded me. The cold floor was testing the strength of my knees, which had been kneeling for some time.
I was in a place I had paid to enter, despite doubts and anxieties. I was about to have a session with Mistress Julia, a dominatrix in my region temporarily providing her services. I had arrived at the specified address few minutes early. I opened the door and took a seat as instructed. After approximately 10 minutes, Mistress Julia stepped in, her entry apparent by the creaking door.
She was not what I expected, dressed in pants and a tighter-than-normal white t-shirt. Nothing about her appearance conveyed her occupation.
I stood to greet her. "Jack," I stated, stretching my hand toward her. She reciprocated, a firm handshake between us. We both took seats separated by a table.
"So Jack," she began. "Before our meeting commences, I must confirm your attendance is voluntary, so to say, given your current situation.
"I'm very much aware." I responded.
"But as a formality," she continued. "sign this consent form and liability release. It states what'll occur and that I'm not liable for any injuries. Make sure you understand it thoroughly."
The two-page documents I scrutinized were assembled according to the rules. The form referred to a dominatrix encounter, and acknowledged the risks associated.
"If you're ready, sign here. Then we can start," she instructed.
I perused the items on offer and appended my signature. We got down to business.
"Let's make something clear, Jack," she said. "I might appear young or blonde, or simple-looking, but don't be fooled. When you step into that hallway, you'll meet a woman dedicated to domination. You'll be my subordinate. Is that understood?"
"I understand, Mistress Julia," I answered.
"That's place for it, Jack." She stood, turned around, and left.
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A moment of contemplation crossed my mind before I followed the route I was told. Upon reaching the door number 1, I opened it and considered my next steps. The direction was straightforward: put on the shorts, don my hood, abandon everything in the wardrobe, move towards a door labeled "1," and kneel straight-backed with fingers interlocked behind my head. I awaited her arrival, surprised by the discomfort and stress this practice created.
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A door creaked, followed by a sound of approaching footsteps. My lungs contracted, and I waited for her to make her presence. Suddenly, there she was, as if plucked from the blackness -- towering over me in her heels.
Mistress Julia. Inedible, blonde-haired, with symmetrical breasts,студент (Augment 16.12.2022) just the right amount of curves and encompassed by a formfitting, dark latex attire. A riding crop rested in her petite, manicured hands.
"Sir," she started. "Be mindful. The surroundings constitute a dungeon, replete with a variety of implementations. If you need clarification on any of them, speak to me. But firstly, know that misaddressing me will not be tolerated. I demand 'Mistress Julia.' Am I understood?"
"Yes, Mistress Julia," I replied obediently.
I was surprised at her gruffness. Suddenly, she kicked my scrotum. The next second, I was released from pain as she questioned further,
"Is it understood, Jack? I'm Mistress Julia, you're not to forget."
"Yes, Mistress Julia," I muttered from discomfort.
"Now Jack, proceed to the rule number two. Willingly disobeying any of my orders will result in severe consequences. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress Julia," I whispered, focusing on the subsequent spasms in my scrotum.
"Alright, you're getting the hang of it. I'm your dominatrix, you're my submissive, my pet. You're here to do as I command. I enjoy dominating men, teasing and denying them, causing pain, making them beg for mercy. But there's no mercy, only annoyance and pain. If you disobey, you will be punished. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress Julia."
"Good, boy. Now stand up."
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I stand up, unsure of what's about to happen."Put your hands behind your head and your feet shoulder-width apart." She instructs.I follow her orders.Mistress Julia gets close to me and leans in, her body pressed against mine. Her hard physique stimulates my stiff penis. She whispers into my ear, moving her pelvis against my erection. Then, unexpectedly, she lifts her knee, striking my ball area with full force. I collapse on the floor, clutching my scrotum in agony.
"Back on your feet, pet. I didn't tell you to fall over, did I?"
"No, Mistress Julia," I say, managing to regain my stance.
"You needed to comprehend that this is real."
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I'm seeing stars. My testicles feel like they're inside me. But I recuperate sufficiently to return to my feet and face Mistress Julia."Hands behind your head, pet, legs spread."I'm trembling, worrying about her potential actions."Before you leave here, you'll be able to endure that without falling over."She lowers her hand under my shorts then wraps it around my cock. Despite the discomfort, my dick is rock hard. Yet, she avoids touching it. Instead, she caresses my testicles, massaging them gently and twirling then around in her soft palms.
"Feel better?" she inquiries.
"Yes, Mistress."
Suddenly, she squeezes firmly."What did you label me?" she inquires."I...I...Mistress, Mistress Julia. I apologize. I intended to say yes, Mistress Julia."She lets go and resumes massaging my testicles. My penis swells more.
"Good boy." she smiles. "Let's instill some discipline in you."
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She directs me towards the grand bed lying across the dungeon. Four substantial leather cuffs rest near the four posts. A metal bar connects the two upper posts soundly in front of the mattress's border. The purpose of the bar remains a mystery.
"Take your shorts off, and lie on your stomach." She orders.
I hesitate. Yet, without notice, she targets my testicles again. The pain instantly appears. I double over and bolster my bottom on the bed.
"Disrobe immediately! Then lie on your stomach, seize that bar with your hand, and spread your legs as wide as possible. I won't repeat it again."
I instantly disrobe and lie face down on the bed, spread-eagled, with my arms free but holding the bar.
"Relax, you might be wondering what's about to occur, right, sub?" she says.
"Yes, Mistress Julia," I answer.
"Are you nervous?" she inquires.
"A bit, Mistress Julia" is my answer.
"It's understandable," she replies. "You have good cause to be."
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"Let me tell you what's coming up," she elaborates. "You asked to experience submission. I'm going to take you through a classic submissive training exercise. This is a test of your physical endurance and pain threshold, as well as your mental strength and discipline."
"Are you feeling anxious now?" she inquires.
"Yes, ma'am Julia," I respond truthfully.
I have no idea what lies ahead for me. I think she'll just spank my butt, but I believe I can tolerate that. I had absolutely no clue what was in store.
"You should be," she states.
She leaves me and I'm able to raise my head to view her. She walks to a nearby wall decorated with a plethora of whips, floggers, straps, crops, canes, and paddles. She picks up a lengthy, flat pennant paddle constructed of hardwood and a black rattan cane. Then she opens a drawer in a nearby dark wooden chest of drawers and pulls out a rectangular piece of black fabric. My initial belief was that she would blindfold me. However, her plan for the material was much more sinister.
She approaches the bed and opens the cloth.
"Lift your hips off the bed," she instructs.
I lift my hips and she slides the black fabric underneath my hips. Placed so that when I lie back down, my penis will be in the center of it.
"You can lower your hips now."
I comply as directed. The fabric is exceptionally soft and smooth against my penis. My penis starts to harden and I can't help but rub my penis against it. Of course, she observes this.
"I would not recommend what you just did," she says. "It'll just make it more difficult."
She kneels down by the bed, so her head is at the same level as mine. She gently pushes a strand of hair away from my face. "Let me explain what we're about to do," she explains.
"I simply placed a black silk cloth under your penis. You can feel how soft it is. It is also completely dry. Upon completing this session, and I remove this cloth, it better be just as dry as it is now. I don't want you to release a single drop of cum. So you better remain still."
"Have you ever received a butt spanking before?" she queries.
"On a handful of occasions," I respond. "My girlfriend once wanted to try it."
"Well, let me assure you, what your girlfriend performed is going to be vastly different from what I have in store for you. That was what we refer to as 'funishment.' You are about to undergo a 'punishment.' Believe me, once we are finished, you will recognize the distinction."
"I will smack your buttocks with these paddles ten times...hard. You are to count each strike, then say, 'Thank you, Mistress Julia. May I have another.' Are you following so far?"
"Yes, ma'am Julia," I answer.
"You must maintain a grip on that bar at all costs. Do not let go for any reason. Your instinct will likely be to let go and massage your butt to try to reduce the pain. But don't. This is also a mental challenge. You must maintain focus and not let the pain overcome you or allow your instincts to take over. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am Julia," I repeat.
"Additionally, every time you make an error, either in counting, requesting yet another strike, or relinquishing your grip, we will add five additional strikes. A proficient and seasoned sub can endure this punishment with only ten strikes. A novice, like yourself, could be here for a lengthy period. But, it is up to you. If you can maintain your focus, think your way through the pain, and exhibit self-control, you can endure this with only ten strikes."
"One other thing," she says. "To make this entirely real, I want you to surrender your safe terms. The only way this concludes is by completing it and adhering to all the rules, exactly as I stated. Do you understand?"
My thoughts were racing. Giving up my safe words signifies that I have no means of halting her. She can spank my buttocks until I accomplish the entire routine. But I can do this, I reasoned. I've been spanked before, and although it stung and caused a certain degree of pain, it was not so severe that I could not sustain ten strikes from her paddle.
"Did you hear me, Sub?" she inquires. "I'm waiting for a response. Are you willing to relinquish your safe terms?"
I sensed she was challenging me. Nevertheless, I agreed. "Yes," I added. "I'll give them up."
"You've made a significant blunder," she states.
"Huh," I stammer, becoming rather tense. "What do you mean, why?"
"You're about to find out," she teases. "Are you ready to commence, Sub?"
I'm trembling with fear now. Trying to kick my legs to break free, but I'm trapped.
Her voice cuts through the air, "Prepare yourself, boy. I don't have all day."
"I'm ready, Mistress," I reply, my voice shaky.
"Remember the rules," she commands. Hold onto the bar, count each stroke, and say "Thank you, Mistress. Can I please have another?" And keep still. That piece of cloth has to stay bone dry. If I discover even a drop of precome on it, you'll receive five more hits with this cane. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answer.
"Good, then let's begin," she says.
Chapter 8
Lying on the bed, legs spread and strapped down, arms outstretched, I wait for the first slap from Mistress. I attempt to lift my head to glance behind me but she moves closer. A soft blindfold covers my eyes, blocking out any light.
I listen to her footsteps across the dungeon floor as she approaches the side of the bed. I assume she has the paddle. Moments of silence pass, then minutes. Nothing.
"Is she still here?" I wonder.
My rear suddenly blazes with searing agony as Mistress smacks the paddle down hard onto my right cheek. I scream and instinctively bring my hands to my ass to alleviate some pain. Then I remember, I have to count.
"One," I manage to utter, while still rubbing my ass.
"You made two errors," she states calmly. You let go of the bar, and you didn't express your gratitude and request before asking for more. You've earned ten more whacks. Now grab that bar, appreciate me, and let's proceed. You won't be released until the exercise is finished."
"Thank you, Mistress," I utter. "May I please have another."
She lifts the paddle overhead like a sledgehammer, before slamming it against my right cheek.
The unbearable pain is indescribable. I barely keep hold of the bar, about to let go, but remember I can't.
"Two. Thank you, Mistress. Can I please have another?"
SPLAT. The paddle lands again, the same spot on the right cheek. The torture intensifies. I attempt to shift my ass toward the bed, trying to touch it to relieve the agony.
"Keep still," she cautions. "You wouldn't want that...thing to get engorged."
"Engorged," I think. "The last thing happening is me getting aroused."
Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. I'm screaming in agony, tears pricking my eyes. My entire body is drenched in sweat, and my breathing is uneven. The pain is severe; I can barely think.
If you've never endured a proper spanking from a professional, you've no clue how painful it is. My ass is ablaze. It feels like it's burning. There's no reprieve. I can't touch it, rub it, or attempt to soothe the torture in any way. If I let go of the bar, she'll add five more strikes. I can't fathom that. So I hold on, and count.
"Nine," I grunt loudly. "Thank you, Mistress. Can I please have another?"
"You erred again, lad," she says calmly.
"No!" I scream. "Please, I didn't release the bar! I said what I needed to say, please, don't give me more!"
"You did," she says firmly. "I instructed you to constantly call me 'Mistress Julia'. 'Mistress', or 'Miss', or anything else is forbidden. 'Mistress Julia'. You said 'Thank you, Mistress'. We're doing 25."
And with that, she elevates the solid, unyielding, wooden paddle and pounds it once more against my right cheek.
Again I scream, but I manage to grip the bar.
"Ten," I scream. "Ten." Thank you, Mistress. Can I please have another?"
Number eleven strikes my left butt cheek. I count, thank her, and ask for more. She quickly responds with number twelve, thirteen, and fourteen. By the time I reach fifteen, my whole rear end is aflame with pain. This is the worst moment of my life.
Number sixteen crashes into my right butt cheek, and it's even more intense. The agony is excruciating. I let go of the bar, grab my butt, and thrash my legs frantically, trying to free myself.
"Red!" I yell. "No more! I can't take it!"
"Red?" Mistress Julia calmly queries. Unfortunately, that's irrelevant. You relinquished your safewords, remember? There's no escape from this discipline unless I let you off the hook, and she won't.
"Red? What is it?" she inquires. But that name means nothing. I plead, "No, please! I can't continue! Set me free!"
She emphasizes my failings, "You surrendered your safewords. And, to make matters worse, you released the bar and didn't count. That means an additional ten strikes." She continues, "Now we're up to 25. You've only made it through fourteen, so only eleven more to go."
"No," I beg, "please! I'm pleading with you. Let me be released!"
Her reply is less than supportive, as she wields the paddle again.
"FUCK!" I scream. I'm scared out of my mind now. Screaming, sobbing, writhing in anguish, drenched in perspiration, but still unable to slip away. "STOP! Set me free!"
She kneels down beside me and speaks calmly, "You don't seem to comprehend. This is a training regimen for subs. You won't be released until you see it through. Now, stop whining. Focus your mind on the task at hand and adhere to the instructions." She also mentions that I earned five more strikes. "So we're increasing the total to 50."
"Oh my God," I pant. "I can't handle any more. Please, release me."
"Not a chance," she says firmly. "There will be no forgiveness. Now, breathe deeply, calm down, and get ready. You have 26 more to go."
Chapter 9
Terrified, I attempt to take deep breaths, slowing my breathing and pushing the pain aside. The prospect of what I'd done is clear: I made a massive blunder by abandoning my safewords. I'm placed at Mistress Julia's mercy and have only one option – to endure this. No choices.
She tells me, "Ready?" and doesn't wait for a reply before striking my butt with the paddle for the eighteenth time.
"18," I stammer. Out of joy, I express my gratitude, "Thank you, Mistress Julia. May I please have another strike?"
She honors my request.
Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, and twenty-five. I grip the bar tightly, counting out each strike. No errors. My optimism grows.
"Only ten more to go," she says. "Assuming you don't make any mistakes."
The paddle strikes again for number 26. I'm completely frenzied. I struggle to think. But I manage.
"26," I say. Thank you, Mistress Julia. May I please have another strike?"
"You just made another mistake," she declares.
"NO!" I wail. "It wasn't a mistake! No!"
This is strike 27. She informs me, "You repeated '26'. That equals five more strikes. Now we're going to 45."
"Please, no," I beg. "Please, have pity on me. I can't do this. Please."
"No pity," she responds. "We'll go to 55, then."
The punishment persists. I'm helpless. Eventually, we reach 44.
"44," I manage to say, "thank you, Mistress Julia. May I please have another strike?"
"Of course you may," she says, "but this last strike must be harder."
She raises the paddle high and then, with all her might, slams it onto the center of my butt. The pain is indescribable.
"45," I state, grateful for her powers. "Thank you, Mistress Julia. May I please have another strike?" I continue to clutch the bar, terrified of releasing it.
"Good job, Sub," she praises me. "You made it through. Lift your hips slightly so I can inspect the silk."
I do as I'm instructed, and Mistress Julia retrieves the silk cloth.
"The only sign of your ordeal is your sweat; otherwise, there's no precum on here," she points out. "Now stand up, unless you want more."
"No, stop, please, stop," I begged. Realizing my mistake, I quickly added, "Mistress Julia."
Chapter 10
Mistress Julia applied some lotion to my fiery red backside. Miraculously, she hadn't pierced my skin. But the agony was excruciating. The lotion helped, slightly, but I would remember this experience forever.
"You can release your grip on the bar now," she said. "What do you think we should do next? Should we turn you over? Give your erect penis some attention? I believe you deserve it. Okay?"
"Okay, Mistress Julia."
"By the way, you can have your safe words back now. They will work."
"Thank you, Mistress Julia," I replied with relief.
I flipped over to lie face-up on the bed. Mistress Julia tied my ankles to the bedposts again, but this time she also secured my wrists with cuffs and fastened the ropes to the upper bedposts. She yanked the ropes tightly, significantly restricting my freedom. Once more, I was in Mistress Julia's hands.
She climbed on top of me, positioning her face near mine, examining my eyes.
"Good submissives only cum when their mistresses allow them to. Until then, they maintain control over their orgasms. I've bound your wrists as a precautionary measure because this is your first session, and there's no way you would survive the upcoming torture without restraint."
I had no idea what she meant, but I was about to discover.
"Have you ever heard of edge play or tease and denial?" she inquired.
"I've heard of them, Mistress Julia, but I'm not entirely sure how they work," I responded.
"Well, edge play is self-explanatory," she clarified. "You're teased, yet you're not granted permission to ejaculate. Edging occurs when you're on the verge of orgasm, where one more swipe would push you over the edge. That's known as the edge."
She grazed her lips against mine, barely touching them. I attempted to lift my head and reach her, but she withdrew, just enough that our lips skimmed each other. Next, she kissed and licked her way down my chest, descending slowly. She eventually ventured farther, reaching my thighs, my knees, and then my calves. The entire time she was kissing me, she also caressed my body with her hands.
By now, my penis was fully erect. She trailed her hand up my thigh and between my legs, approaching my testicles. My cock twitched. But she didn't touch my penis. Instead, she repositioned her hand lower, gliding it over my legs.
Eventually, she stood over my cock.
"Please," I begged softly.
"Please what?" she inquired. "Please suck your cock? Is that what you want?"
"Yes, Mistress Julia. Please."
"Alright." She swiped her tongue lightly across the underside of my penis, ascending to the tip. I groaned, attempting to push my hips toward her, but she drew back.
"Let me clarify what's going to happen next," she mentioned. "I'll manipulate you using my hands, mouth, ass, and even my vagina. But you are forbidden from climaxing until I authorize it. When you approach orgasm, when you're nearing the edge, you say 'yellow.' And when you can't take it anymore, when you're on the verge of explosion, you say 'red,' got it?"
"Absolutely, Mistress Julia," I answered.
Chapter 11
Mistress Julia played with my penis using her tongue. She started with my testicles, licking them, then sucking them into her mouth. They were still sensitive due to the ballbusting I'd received earlier, and when she bit down, it ached a tad.
I moaned and attempted to free my hands from their restraints, but they were too secure.
My erect phallus now stood firm. She then found the base of my shaft with her tongue, moving it upwards to the sensitive spot beneath the tip. She lingered there, sliding the tip of her tongue in a circle over that spot. Simultaneously, her right hand gripped my balls and began manipulating them.
Her tongue never strayed from that spot. Instead, she maintained its contact, moving it around the sensitive area with the tip of her tongue. As she did this, she enclosed my testicles in her oral cavity, nibbling on them gently.
Her oral stimulation of my shaft never wavered. She simply kept plying the tip of her tongue to that sensitive area, applying only a little pressure, urging me for more. I pushed my cock against her, trying to intensify the sensation, but she retreated.
"Uh-uh-uh," she lectured. "I'm in control of this penis, not you. Behave, or I'll discipline you."
Continuing with her tongue, she now licked from the tip and circled around the head, going back under the tip. She sucked a bit when my cockhead was fully within her mouth and let it stay there. This allowed more of her saliva to coat my dick. Her tongue touched a specific spot repeatedly, back and forth. While she was bobbing my head, her hand squeezed the base harder, and my cockhead began to look more like a mushroom.
"Have you ever tried a cock ring?" she asked unexpectedly.
"No, Mistress Julia," I replied, unsure of what she meant.
Suddenly, I felt something firm and cold around the tip of my penis. My swollen cockhead was too large to pass through the widened section. More and more saliva dripped down my shaft, making it slicker, and she shoved the metal ring down my shaft until it was at the root. It was tight, and my entire schlong widened further.
"Have you ever used a cock ring?" she inquired again.
"No, Mistress," I repeated.
Mistress Julia proceeded to manipulate my balls, and I realized that the cock ring I felt earlier had a second ring attached to it. She was trying to fit my large balls through it. I looked down. It couldn't fit. She had already filled it with lubrication and pushed it over my scrotum.
"It might hurt a bit," she cautioned. But there was nothing I could do to stop her.
First she tried putting my left testicle inside the ring. But it was too huge. She just pushed harder. The pain intensified, and I groaned.
"It's too small," I protested.
Before completing my sentence, I felt sharp pain. My left nut had popped through the ring. She then focused on the other nut, which had even less chance of fitting. She again smeared more lube on my testicles and the metal ring and started pressing. My balls were hurting. She dug her thumb into one side while pushing the other. Finally, with a final push, it forced its way through the metal loop.
As soon as it was through, she swallowed my fuckstick whole and down her throat until it reached her chin, where my balls made contact. She started pumping up and down on my shaft, providing me with a remarkable blowjob. While doing so, she pinched my balls, trapping them inside the second ring. I had no idea how she would ever remove these two rings from my balls.
She began moving up and down my shaft, while simultaneously squeezing my dulled balls. It was an unbearable amount of pain and pleasure. She looked up at me, my arms bound, and said:
"Don't you dare cum. If you do, I'll force you to go through the same process, but with a cane."
It was suddenly obvious why she had cuffed me. There was no way I could handle this without assistance...or my hands. Sweat formed on my forehead, and my breathing was quick and noisy, my wound hips rocking to meet her. My balls felt and looked swollen like grapes. Pressure was building in my scrotum, my cock widened even more.
I underestimated her understanding, as she understood the sensation. With a quick release of both my balls, she removed her mouth and lubricated my cock and her hands. She grabbed my pecker with both fists, one sliding up to the head, the other down the shaft.
"Getting worked up?" she teased.
"FUCK ME!" I screamed. "Let me cum, please, let me cum!"
She ceased stroking.
"No, you're not allowed. Use your safe words if you're close," she explained.
But I knew she recognized the edge of an orgasm, as she showed her dominance as an expert handjob artist.
She then squeezed my balls, first one, then the other. They looked like wrinkled raisins bathed in lubricant. With each squeeze, more precum bubbled from my dick.
"I'm squeezing so much precum out of you," she boasted. "Your cock will weep."
She continued to squeeze alternately, until I was writhing on the bed, trying to cum.
"Getting close?" she taunted.
"FUCK YEAH!" I grunted.
She released my balls and hurried to lubricate my member and her hands.
"The show's just starting," she announced.
She gripped my cock with both hands, one spinning and cupping the tip while the other slid up and down my pulsing shaft. My blood vessels were impressive as precum pushed up through the rings.
"Yellow," I shouted aloud. "YELLOW!"
She moved away slightly, allowing me a moment's reprieve, but not enough to fully relax. I felt as though I was about to burst, almost there. I realized what "edging" was and how close I was to the brink. With just one more strong stroke, I would unleash a powerful orgasm. But Mistress Julia had other plans.
With deliberate care, she lightly touched my sensitive member, just enough to maintain the intense pleasure. I was now on the verge of losing control, nearing an orgasm, but she refused to give me what I desired. She understood when my body was about to climax and acted accordingly, rewarding my anticipation with gentle strokes. Slowly and seductively, her hand worked my slippery cock, making it weep with precum.
My desire to cum was overwhelming. I was incredibly turned on, being teased and denied at the same time. It felt like only one more strong thrust would result in an uncontrollable release. However, Mistress Julia knew this too and continued her slow, gentle massaging of my aching cock.
She tightened her grip slightly, twisting her hand as she did so. Up and down, up and down, her delicate touch more pleasurable than I ever thought possible. The constant stimulation had me wriggling and tugging at my restraints. But Mistress Julia was unyielding.
My self-control was waning. If she kept this up, I would cum for sure. I remembered her warning about cumming, about the consequences if I did not use my safewords.
"RED," I cried. "RED. STOP, I'm going to cum."
As soon as she heard my plea, she stopped, completely stopping any form of stimulation. My cock twitched and jumped on my stomach, leaving a trail of precum on my hardened belly. Panting heavily, trying to regain control, she spoke to me.
"That was your first edge," she informed me. "Imagine how incredible you'll feel after a few more."
"Oh my god, no," I moaned. "Mistress Julia, please, I really want to cum. Please."
"Certainly not today!" she replied with a cruel smile. "You're experiencing tease and denial. Focus on the denial part."
She gripped the base of my cock with her left hand, applying pressure. My cock, already swollen and engorged with blood, swelled even more. She applied more lube to the tip of my dick, allowing it to slide smoothly over the sensitive head. Thanks to her tight grasp, the lubrication spread all the way to the base. Then, with one hand squeezing and the other rubbing, she continued this torturous pleasure.
I could feel an orgasm approaching, my entire being focused on releasing that built-up tension. Mistress Julia continued her relentless stimulation.
"Make me cum," I begged, my mind clouded by desire, desperate for release.
She looked into my eyes and twisted her left hand harder, squeezing as she moved down my shaft. When her right hand reached the other side, she pulled. Back up, agonizingly slowly. Back down, even slower. I was now writhing and squealing with every little motion, completely at her mercy.
My body was ready for release, but she still denied me, massaging the head of my cock while slowly caressing the full length of my shaft. My anxiety, frustration, and anticipation had me female outlined torso tattoo tumblr pictures my mind and body. Then, with a cruel grin, she drove her fist into my balls that were taut from desire, causing intense pain.
"That was a warning for not using your safewords when you're close to cumming!" she said. "Next time, use them, or I'll paddle your balls with the cane. Now sit still. You're only on your second edge. There's more to come."
Chapter 12
After the pain subsided, she resumed pumping my cock once again. No build up this time; she simply grabbed it, pumping at an increasing pace. Within minutes, I was once again on the verge of penetration.
"RED!" I screamed. "RED!"
She stopped instantly, giving me a brief break. Then, just a little slower, she started up again.
A minute later, I was back on the edge. "RED!"
Another short break, but much quicker this time.
As if sensing my progress, she pumped faster, sending me quickly through the edge.
To my chagrin, she halted and paused for just a few moments before pumping again.
Faster and faster she stroked me, until I was back on the edge within 30 seconds.
The breaks between edges became shorter until she was merely pausing for 5 seconds between strokes. My body was now a sweaty, disheveled mess, precum seeping out of my weeping dick. There was no way of escaping her firm grasp or resisting her incessant pressure.
I was almost mindless from the pleasure and torture, helpless and writhing in my rope restraints.
The intensity increased, with my balls throbbing in anticipation and pleasure. I begged and pleaded for release, while she showed no signs of stopping her relentless barrel racing daytona beach florida vacations sensual torture. And to make matters worse, she sped up even more, her actions becoming more satisfying.
Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, she decided to step up her game. I screamed and thrashed, unable to contain my arousal, the intense stimulation causing my sphincter to clench from the sensation of her insistent hand working my trembling dick.
No matter how much I begged or pleaded, she refused to let me cum, determined to withhold her touch merely to torment me further. Suddenly, for no reason at all, she released her iron grip and stroked me one final time.
The anticipation was too much for my overly sensitive cock. I winced, unable to even acknowledge the sudden release. Now, for the first time, her grip was no longer the most thrilling part of the ordeal; it was the sudden withdrawal from her touch.
She gently stroked me this time, moving slowly towards the edge. Nudging closer, edging ever nearer. She brought me to the brink, just about to lose control, then unexpectedly squeezed my cock's base. She leaned forward, showering me with her saliva. Specifically, the spot beneath my tip.
It was enough to tease me, but not enough to send me over. She stayed there, persistently coercing me with her tongue, her touch stroking my absolute pleasure fulcrum.
I was no longer in control, my limbs flailing and thrashing, clawing at the atmosphere, attempting to break free. This was the most frustrated I had ever been in my life.
"Mistress, please, allow me to reach climax," I pleaded.
Still, she expressed no mercy, persisting with her tease. She maintained an immaculate poker face, giving nothing away. Until eventually, she stopped, and stood up from the bed.
"Wait," I begged. My body, now scissoring the air, was thrashing uncontrollably as I attempted to release the cum compressing in my scrotum. "Mistress Julia, I urgently need to climax, I would do anything for that relief."
"I cannot continue to permit that," she countered. "Now listen closely, tell me," she instructed, causing me immense pain by squeezing my testicles. "Do your testicles feel nice and full and distended? It hurts, doesn't it? You're so desperate."
"Yes, it hurts," I whimpered. She handed me a water bottle. "Here's a water bottle," she elaborated. "I'll return shortly."
With that, she exited the room, leaving me in a completely untethered state: bound to the bed, an eager member, bloated balls, and an unknown duration until my savior's return.
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