Meeting with Mistress Julia Part 2
A Meeting with Madam Julia
[Author's comment: These are the last chapters of my first story. This isn't supposed to reflect reality but rather imagination. You may have noticed, I forgot to alter the title before publishing the initial chapters. The dominatrix in the tale is called Julia, not Jennifer. I was unable to revise it following its publication. I have adjusted the name here. Based on feedback, I could decide to continue. Thank you for your time.]
Chapter 13
I persisted thumping my hips up and down, attempting to create some friction on my penis so I could release the sperm swimming in my testicles. After some time, I stopped, and simply lay on the bed, trying to regain control. My cock remained twitching and there was a pool of glistening pre-cum around my belly button that had streamed down my sides, alongside the sweat. Gradually, my breathing stabilized and my erection abated. Despite the rings still encircling my cock and testicles, I didn't get completely flaccid. I drank the water provided by Madam Julia. After a while, I dozed off.
I woke up with Madam Julia's fingers around my testicles, squeezing them hard.
"Did I tell you to fall asleep?" she inquired.
"No, Madam Julia," I answered. "Forgive me."
She grabbed my left testicle and vigorously pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. She increased the pressure, imprinting it on both sides.
"Did you realize that every man has an extremely sensitive spot on each of their balls, where it is most painful," she informed me as she moved her thumb and forefinger slightly, hunting for my sensitive spot.
Abruptly, pain exploded through my testicles and surged through me, causing me to violently jump my hips.
"Ah, there it is," she said. She paid close attention to the spot she had found, squeezing with her pinchers harder and harder, as though endeavoring to make her thumb and index finger meet.
The kick and punch to the testicles had hurt, but the pain eventually subsided. The pinching was far more excruciating. The pain never ceased. She just continued restricting, and the ache was constant. I couldn't envision it could get worse. I ought to have recognized my blunder.
Rather than merely pinching, Madam Julia now made teeny circles with her thumb, further amplifying the discomfort. I was in agony. The pain moved into my belly, and just stayed there, with no respite. And then, without warning, she slid her thumb and forefinger slowly near the tip of my testicle, intensifying the pain to another level.
I screamed and jerked my hips.
"Now the right one," she said. "We must balance them."
"No, please, Madam Julia. I cannot handle that, please," I implored.
She then administered the same searing pinching to my right testicle, again finding the most sensitive spot. And again: relentless, inescapable pain. It kept growing until she pushed one out of her grips, increasing the pain even more. I again screamed from agony.
"Are you grasping the lesson, sub?" she inquired. "You accomplish nothing without my sanction."
"Yes, Madam Julia," I replied.
"Fabulous," she said. "I'll return. You can slumber a bit if you prefer. You'll require the rest."
She departed with her heels clicking on the hard floor, switching off the lights, plunging the room into absolute darkness.
Chapter 14
I was awakened by the sound of Madam Julia's heels on the hard flooring. I opened my eyes and her figure stood before me.
"Revived?" she enquired.
"I suppose so," I said. "Madam Julia," I interjected promptly.
"Fine," she said, grabbing my testicles. "Now, am I unlikely to experience any resistance from you?" She tightened her grip, causing only a small amount of discomfort to travel through me.
"No, Madam. Assuredly not," I asserted.
I swiftly grasped my error, but before I could retract it, Madam Julia fisted her hand and connected it instantly to my testicles. It felt like she drove them into my gut. I yelped in anguish, unable to move my hands to my aching testicles and bend over, thanks to my restraints.
Without another word, she unfastened the handcuffs around my ankles and turned me over, later reattaching them. My arms were now crossed, thus she changed those also.
"We need to make these perfectly snug," she said. "I want you fully motionless."
She then drew everything taut, practically pinning me flat on the bed, face down, exposing my bare buttocks entirely. She then spread a piece of black silk cloth under my phallus.
"Remember," she said. "This fabric better remain absolutely dry."
I was now overwhelmed with terror. I had never comprehended the mental side of being a submissive, of relinquishing all control to a dominatrix. The anxiety of the unknown, the anticipation of what I knew was going to be tormenting, was nearly as painful as the actual torment.
It seemed like Mistress Julia sensed my fear as well. She ventured to a heavy wooden bureau and opened one of the top drawers. She pulled out a few items, examined them, and put them back. I attempted to see what she had, but couldn't. My apprehension deepened.
I then felt her kneel between my legs. She leaned over me, placing her lips near my ear, and whispered, "I hope you enjoy this."
She then sprinkled some liquid oil over my shoulders, and began rubbing them softly. She kneaded my shoulders, then moved down my back, adding oil generously as she went. I had to admit, it felt good, and I emitted a soft moan as my cock stiffened.
She ambled around the exterior of my butt, and down my thighs, then slowly worked her way up the interior of my calves, then thighs, until she arrived at my butt.
She poured more oil on my butt, spreading it around as she massaged me deeply, her knuckles pressing into my cheeks.
"Raise your hips," she instructed.
She grasped my balls with one hand, and my cock with the other. I couldn't fathom where the cock and ball ring came from, but she deftly put it back on me. She stroked my cock a few times and pulverized my balls.
I moaned again, now completely aroused. She drove me close to orgasm quickly, then released me and cautioned, "Don't you dare cum. Not a single drop."
I then heard her putting something on her hands. "Gloves?" I pondered.
She poured even more oil on my butt, a lot more this time, working it down into my crevice, pressing into it gently with her finger.
"No, Mistress Julia," I stammered, at last perceiving her intentions.
Before I could finish my sentence, she thrust her finger into my butt.
"Augh," I cried out.
She then started maneuvering her finger around, withdrawing it, thrusting it in again, and started rotating it. I was completely unprepared when she discovered my prostate, and pushed her finger hard into it. Nobody had ever done this to me before, and I surged into the mattress, trying to move away. She pushed harder, and began stroking my prostate with circular motions, then reached behind and curled her index finger in, dragging it across my prostate from front to back.
I was moving my hips more ardently now, moaning loudly. I felt somewhat like I might pee, or cum, or I didn't know what.
Sensing I was getting a bit unhinged, she withdrew her finger entirely. I thrust my hips up, longing for the stimulation.
"You like that, huh?" she asked.
"I...I don't know, Mistress Julia," I said. "Sort of, I suppose."
She stepped away from the bed, retrieved something from the bureau, and put a blindfold over my eyes. I was plunged into darkness.
I then heard her moving about. It sounded like she was strapping something on. She knelt back between my legs, and I felt a phallus press between my ass cheeks.
"Oh, God! NO!" I yelled, the full realization of what was about to happen finally slamming into me.
"Oh, yes," she said, rocking the phallus back and forth between my cheeks. It felt significant, and I was now truly terrified. I began struggling with my bonds, trying to free my wrists, squirming my derriere, attempting to escape her. I now also realized why she had tied me so tightly. I could barely move, and there was no escape from her.
Surprisingly, she retreated and I heard her move towards the head of the bed.
"How does that feel?" she asked, handing the phallus to me. "Go ahead, stroke it."
I grabbed the dildo that she had strapped to her waist. It felt incredibly authentic, with veins and a large head...and big. I was rather endowed, but this felt even bigger, at least nine inches, and with greater girth. My terror increased.
"Please Mistress Julia," I begged, It's way too large. I can't. Please."
"Oh yes you can," she said. "And you will. It's not like you have a choice."
She returned between my legs and sprinkled more oil on my butt, working it deep into me as she spread my cheeks.
"I'd be lying if I said this wouldn't hurt," she said. "Because it will. Try to unwind. The more you tighten up, the more painful it will be."
I attempted to move my butt away, but she had tied me too securely. "A shrewd one," I thought to myself.
I considered using my escape word, terminating this instantly. But part of me was curious, and I hesitated. Just a smidgen too long, as it turned out.
While contemplating, her cock's head pressed against me. It felt realistically massive. She carried on pushing.
"You're truly snug," she said. "Try to relax. It's destined to enter no matter what."
The pressure remained persistent. The flared head felt overwhelmingly wide.
I was squirming under her now, pulling at my bonds with all my might, bouncing up and down, desperately trying to eject her off me. My safeword repeatedly swirled through my mind...should I yield?
"Don't even consider tapping out now," she said, seeming to have read my thoughts.
She added more lubrication to my anus, directly above the verge of splitting me in half.
"FUCK!" I exclaimed. "Mistress, No, please."
Exactly at that moment, she gave a vigorous thrust, and the flared head of the cock breached me with a remarkably audible pop. It felt like my anus had been torn open. The girth was extraordinarily thick, forcing it to stay open. In comparison to butt plugs and most anal toys that taper and allow the opening to close around them, the consistent diameter offered no respite. The discomfort was acutely excruciating, and it continued unabated.
"Please try to relax," she said. "The worst part is almost over...kind of."
She pushed the cock deeper within me. The sheer enormity of it was astounding.
"Have you ever heard the phrase 'Balls deep?'" she inquired. "And wondered what it meant? Well, you're about to discover."
She forcefully drove the cock deeper within me, gradually, but methodically, inch by excruciating inch, until in, and little by little, the cock journeyed within me. The pressure heightened with each inch, and I sensed like I was being ripped apart altogether.
Then she seemed to meet resistance, as I sensed her pushing harder, more eagerly, but the cock didn't progress any deeper. "Must be all the way in," I assumed.
Upon further inspection, she retreated marginally and then deeper, back and forth, back to me and again into me.
"Prepared?" she questioned, not by any means asking a query.
And in an instant, she forcefully rammed the cock deep into my anus, until her hips were jammed against me, and her balls were hammering my anus from below.
I emitted an ear-splitting shriek. My anus felt as if it had been ripped asunder, and the discomfort sliced through me.
"Discover what it feels like to be fucked," she said, slowly withdrawing the dildo until just the tip was just barely inside.
The dildo swiftly reentered me. The pressure relentlessly increased, and I sensed myself being split.
Once more, she abruptly withdrew the dildo, faster now, and buried it to its hilt. The balls of the dildo repeatedly pounded against me.
"Now you're about to feel what it's like to be fucked," she said, mechanically withdrawing the dildo until just the tip was still inside.
Then she suddenly thrust it in with unmatched ferocity, leaving it balls deep in my anus.
I grunted my loudest scream yet. My anus felt ripped to shreds, and the discomfort was unimaginable.
"Remember what I promised you, Sub," she sneered. "No pity."
She began to relentlessly thrust her dildo in and out, gaining speed and intensity with each stroke.
"OH MY GOD!" I yelled. "MYSTRESS, PLEASE!"
"I informed you: no pity, slave." She rammed it harder, leaving it balls deep inside.
Bizarrely, the pain eased. I sensed my anus rapidly stretching, and the discomfort lessened.
And then I felt something more. The dildo was massaging my prostate, resulting in a pleasing feeling. I felt like I might urinate, but I understood it was sperm accumulating within me.
She moved her hips in a circular motion, increasing the sensation. I instinctively thrust my own cock against the mattress, side to side, replicating the experience of fucking it. Unbelievably, I sensed an orgasm stimulating within me. The sensations were astonishing.
It was then that I recalled the black silk fabric beneath my cock. "Oh, shit," I thought, remembering it was supposed to remain undrenched. I realized she was maliciously ingenious. There was no avoiding precum leakage with her raping me. She knew this.
She ceased the circular motion, planted her hips against me, and initiated a series of small, slow motions, in and out, up and down, left and right.
In a undeniable frenzy, I was helplessly avidly fucking the bed, thrashing as much as my restraints permitted. I drenched myself in sweat but she offered me no sanctuary.
And then I felt the precum ooze from my cock, unavoidably escaping due to her raping me.
The woman continuously had her way with me, an unparalleled sensation that defied simple words. She drove me to the brink of ecstasy and back several times, sending me into a whirlwind of freakish pleasure and aching pain.
Suddenly, my dick convulsed and released a massive load of cum, something I had never experienced before. It was a bizarre mix of climax and a sense of needing to urinate, a mixture that flooded out of my cock.
"Oh holy shit, Mistress! I'm cumming!" I cried out.
Without hesitation, she kept on fucking me, pushing even harder than I'd ever experienced, driving us both into the mattress. Her relentless thrusts left no room for doubt as to her dominance.
The feeling reached unbearable extremes, a transcendent ordeal that pushed me beyond endurance. Part of me wanted it to stop, while a perverse part of me recognized the intensity of the moment and craved more.
Finally, she relaxed her rhythm. I moaned in relief. But as she eased her thrusts, she seemed to draw out every last drop of cum.
"That was amazing," I breathed, overwhelmed by a concoction of pain and rapture.
Without response, she carefully removed her penis from my anus. She gently pulled her hips away, making me wince at the strained sensation.
With one final yank, she released me, leaving me gasping in pain. "Sorry, your silk sheet's a mess," she said, holding up a soaked rag. "Gotta hope you enjoyed that."
Then, she left the room, leaving me in the aftermath of sadomasochistic bliss and anxiety.
Fifteen minutes later, Mistress Julia returned. I was still bound to the four-poster bed, lying on my stomach with a blindfold covering my eyes. She untied my ankles, then my right wrist, and ordered me to turn over.
Moments later, she lashed out with an open palm, grasping my balls roughly. She exerted enough pressure to painfully squish them upwards. She linked a small shackle to herself, raising the dangling ball attachments. They snapped securely. The ring connected to the chain hooked over my dangling sack.
"What do you think, hot stuff?" she asked.
I glanced between my cage and my belt, watching her fasten the shackle to it.
"You know Mistress Julia, I'm not sure if I can handle another bout," I admitted.
With soft, sensual touches, she kissed the side of my face and stroked my neck. Her fingernails dug into my buttocks as she ground herself against me, her nipples hard from her white satin blouse.
She swiftly clamped her hand on my erection, strumming across the tip, causing its length to swell.
"Are you sure you can't take more?" she asked in a tantalizing purr.
I couldn't deny the intensity of her embrace, but I pleaded, "I...I'm not sure."
The lustful woman smiled. "What if I give you a taste of my revenge?" she suggested.
My body trembled with desire as she slowly pumped me with firm strokes, bringing me closer to the edge. Again, she backed off.
"Hurry up...please don't stop," I begged.
She paused midway. "You know, you’re such a sloppy cum milker. You ruined my silk bed with your fluids. Now you'll pay the price." She tightened her grasp to prepare for punishment.
She pressed herself to me, her breasts squashing against my chest. Spying my scantily-clad body, she said, "Giant tits, small penises, so unfair." She moved a hand to the head of my cock and stroked me.
"At least my shelf is clean," I quipped.
"I think it's amusing you don't think you can take it," she conceded.
"I...I don't know if I can, Mistress," I stammered again.
Finally, she spun me around, facing a metal rod suspended from the ceiling. Its cuffs just above my shoulders were snapped together.
"Do you really believe you'll stay alive if you dare resist me? Be prepared for endless punishment if you don't submit."
"You enjoying that ass of mine," she purred, as she rammed me harder, teasing me back to the edge,
"Oh, please, Mistress. Keep going. I'm about to cum!"
She stepped back slightly, refusing to let me release. My mind was murky.
"First, you'll face consequences," she said. "Then, possibly a prize... if you behave."
She loosened my right handcuff, then snapped it back on, ensuring it was secure, before repeating the process with my left. I grunted in anger. Next, she tightened the bar above me, pulling my wrists and arms high, just short of stretching them limp.
She fetched a pair of ankle cuffs and clipped them onto each ankle. I was confined but with some room to maneuver.
She fetched a large rubber band, and once she'd elongated it, she asked,
"Clearly this is what you're curious about."
She discarded the rope that wagged my nuts, replacing it with that same band. It dangled beneath my scrotum.
Mistress Julia then fetched a wooden seat and placed it behind me. I was bewildered.
"What's this for, Mistress Julia?" I asked.
"You'll see," she said.
She dashed over to the dresser, opened its top drawer, and returned clutching the band.
"Oh my god," was all I could mutter.
She queried, "Do you recognize what this object is?"
"It's massive," I replied, shocked.
" Indeed, it is large." She assessed. "This is a specialty toy called a 'Bad Dragon'. They mold dildos based on alien looks, in different shapes, some monstrously big, such as this one."
She held out the toy for me. My eyes widened in horror. It was an angry-looking creature, a dissimilar purple-black nightmarish dildo.
"Estimating it's size, it's about 10 inches long," she described. "Look at how thin it starts, then resembles a tentacle. It's studded with little nodes all along its length, growing bigger and wider as it descends. It widens at the base too, while also being pitted with growths. That's how it concludes, featuring a bulbous knot just above the foundation."
I yanked at my bonds, terrified, "You won't thrust this monstrosity up me, it's far too large, even larger than your cock."
"Hold on," she reassured. "I'm not intending to shove this inside you. You'll have a say in the matter."
I was now filled with terror. What monstrosity was she planning?
Mistress Julia walked towards the stool, positioned it behind me, so I could sit on it if she lowered my wrists.
"Now listen carefully," she said. "You have to bend your knees, slide toward me, oh so slowly, making sure your butt hovers above the stool's tip. Then, we'll ease just the tip of the Bad Dragon inside. Lube is necessary, to keep everything soft and slick. Are we clear?"
She pushed the button again, following their instructions.
"Now listen carefully." She repeated. "You'll need to bend your knees, sliding toward me, ensuring your butt hovers above the stool's tip. Then, we'll insert just the tip of the Bad Dragon into you. Lube is paramount, to keep everything slippery. Understood?"
I felt a tube slither into my butt and lube flood inside. It was uncomfortable.
"Here's what's going to happen," she said calmly. "You'll squat, bringing your knees together as you slide my ankles over your legs. Now, arch your back, bringing your butt closer to the tip of the stool. I'll tie the band beneath you. If you jerk your balls up, they'll be painfully stretched. Understood?"
She pushed down the bungee cord, forcing my knees apart.
"Now listen carefully, Beautiful. You bend your legs, roll your hips forward, lowering your body until your anal opening is just above the Bad Dragon's tip," she prepped me. "Next, I'll push your arms up a bit. If you grab your wrists, you could attempt to pull away. Also, I'll replace the rope that touches your balls with a stretchy band. I'll tie them up. If you raise your balls, they'll be severely strained. Ready?"
I was fearful, utterly petrified.
Here's the story rewritten using different words:
"This is referred to as predicament bondage," she stated. "As you can observe, and feel, you're suspended above the dragon. If you lower yourself, the dragon will penetrate further into your butt. The lower you sit, the deeper it will go. Thus, you may not want to sit any longer."
"On the other hand, your testicles are connected to the ring on the floor. The bungee cord can stretch, allowing you to stand up if you wish. However, it's tight, and it will stretch your balls painfully."
"So, these are your three options. Sit onto the dragon and impale your ass, endure the agony in your balls, or remain standing with no pressure on your balls while your thighs begin to burn."
Following that, she declared, "And that's all there is to it! Three choices. Penetrate your butt, endure extreme pain in your balls, or remain in this position."
I didn't have any other option. I had to try staying in my position.
"Mistress, I can't do this," I begged. "Please."
"You don't have much of a choice now, do you?" she asked. "Perhaps next time you'll exercise more restraint."
"Mistress, I'll never last...please."
"Worry not. It won't last this long. Let's say...15 minutes?" she suggested.
"15 minutes! I won't even make it two minutes," I answered.
She set her alarm clock on her phone for 15 minutes and brought a chair over to sit next to me. Then, she sat down and watched.
It didn't take long before my legs started to give out. My thigh muscles were starting to ache, and I lowered myself a little to alleviate the stress. The dragon went deeper, almost reaching the first knot.
Sadly, lowering myself a bit wasn't enough. I attempted to stand up, pushing with my legs and even pulling with my arms. Immediately, I felt the pull on my balls. I stood a little more, which made my leg muscles a bit more comfortable. But, the pressure on my balls increased, and they began to hurt.
In a short time, I had to lower myself again to relieve the discomfort. This time, I went lower than I intended, and the first knot slid into my butt.
"Damn it," I exclaimed.
Sweat was forming on my forehead and face. My thighs were starting to burn. There was no way I could hold out for much longer.
"Three minutes have passed," Mistress Julia said. It felt more like ten.
"Three!" I yelled. "I won't last 15 minutes. Mistress Julia, please, I can't!"
I made an attempt to maintain my position, using both my thighs and arms to help me stay in place. My legs started to quiver.
Having no choice, I had to let the dragon into my butt. It was just too big. I tried to stand, but I did it quicker than I intended. I felt a sharp tug at my balls, and the pain shot through my belly. My legs were still putting too much weight on them. I thrust myself up a bit higher. The bungee cord tightened rapidly, pulling on my balls.
"OUCH! Holy shit! Mistress Julia, have mercy on me!" I begged.
"Eleven minutes remain," she said. "Now the really fun part begins!"
I was in severe agony. I stood a bit more, trying to relieve the pressure from my legs. The discomfort increased. I wasn't sure if I could stand all the way up.
After about a minute, the pain became too much. I had to sit back down. The pain left my balls, but it began in my thighs. I lowered myself even more, causing the dragon to go further into me. I felt the second knot, slightly larger, pressing against my opening. My legs were now shaking, and they'd collapse if I didn't stand.
I almost fell, and descended lower. The second, and then the third, even bigger knot, entered me. I sensed the tip of the tentacle bumping into my prostate.
My mind was cloudy from the pain, and I instantly stood, forgetting for a moment the cord linked to my balls. I yelled in agony and temporarily sat back down.
My legs were on fire, and I had to stand so the weight would leave them.
I stood up slowly, hoping I wouldn't hurt my balls. The elastic bungee cord was unforgiving. The more I stood, the more it pulled, and the more it hurt. I decided to stand regardless, even though I was unsure if the bungee cord would extend that far.
Mistress Julia remarked, "You can stand up completely. The cord is long enough. But, it will hurt like hell. Almost there!"
As I writhed in agony, holding back tears, my balls were being pulled with intense, unrelenting pressure. There was no way I could endure this any longer. I sank back down after about half a minute.
Now, the flames in my thighs roared up once again.
The predicament Mistress had created for me became more and more apparent. It didn't matter if I stood or sat back; either way, I was in excruciating pain. I had to choose the third option and let myself sink onto the dragon.
I leaned down further. My legs were now trembling violently, fearing they might collision. I sat back down, and the third knot slipped inside me. I decided to opt for the optimal solution and fully seat myself on the barstool.
I moved down slowly. The pain in my thighs was reaching heights I never thought possible. Sweat trickled down me. The fourth knot was even bigger, yet I pushed through and it entered me painfully. My butt was now being stretched apart.
"Right on cue," Mistress said. "Five more minutes, and you're going to attempt to sit all the way down."
I squatted a bit more. The fifth and final knot loomed in front of me, threatening to shove itself inside me. I yearned to sit on the stool, dispel the throbbing in my legs.
"Four minutes," she said.
Trying to manage the position was impossible. I sunk down a little more, and the final knot pressed against me, stretching me out further. It ached...badly.
I stood back up, allowing my balls to ease out of the restraint slightly. I attempted to recover by standing fully upright, though I had to quickly return to a seated position. The pain was debilitating. I was now only inches from the final knot.
"Three minutes," she commented.
I longed to be free from this bondage. Yet, if I could seat myself fully on the stool, at least the pressure would diminish in my legs.
I labored to stay aloft above the last knot. But my legs could not withstand it. I slid down a bit, allowing the knot to press into me and stretch me. It burned horribly.
I moved back up, leaning on my hands to give myself a reprieve. My knees were starting to give way, but I fought through the pain as I stood back up. I was again forced back down, sitting on the final knot.
"2 minutes," she remarked.
The pain was unimaginable. I was losing control of my legs. I sank down, pushing the last knot deeper into me.
"One minute," she said.
Needing to avoid torment by the dragon, I dropped my entire ass onto the stool. The knot stretched me apart even further, causing indescribable agony as it shoved through me. I cried out, desperate to move, to be free.
"That's time," she said. "If you remain seated, I will reward you."
Cavity gaped, I groaned while remaining in place.
Mistress Julia knelt in front of me and tenderly rubbed my penis with her fingertips. Instantly, I grew rock hard.
She drizzled some lube on my penis, massaging it with more pressure. She gripped the base firmly, stroking faster and faster as she reached the head.
"Will you be able to stay seated, impaled by my dragon?" she inquired. "Should I release you now?"
I desired release more than anything. "I can stay," I responded, struggling for words.
"I knew it," she said. "I aim to make you cum so hard you may faint."
Then, her mouth enveloped the head of my cock, her tongue sliding over the sensitive beneath. She was also squeezing the base of my penis, tightening her grip.
I started thrashing out, unable to stop. My hips slid against the dragon inside me. It felt more appealing than I assumed.
Her mouth returned to the top of my cock, engulfing more with each pass down my shaft. Steadily, she jackhammered my penis while her tongue massaged the tip.
I was still a virgin in deepthroating. I was too large for any female to perform this feat in the past, with each trying bitterly trying.
She took me all the way down her throat, only to rise up, leaving a wet sound as her lips slid up.
"Is my cock small enough for you to swallow?" she asked. "Because I aim to devour every last drop of your jizz."
I was brimming with desire to climax. "Then consume it," I said.
She extended her mouth back toward the thick tip. This time, it was different. The pleasure was electrifying, awakening a beast within me. I found myself thrusting forward with each of her pumps.
Her lips stroked up my penis, only to plunge down again with more enthusiasm. I was in ecstasy.
Then, she withdrew her mouth, gazed boldly at me.
"Are you ready?" she asked. "I'll suck the cock right out of your body."
She didn't linger for a response. Instead, she wrapped her mouth around my member, slowly descending along my shaft without ceasing. My cock's tip reached the back of her mouth, and I saw it press against her. I looked down in amazement. Seeing my penis inside her mouth was almost too much, but I managed to restrain myself.
"Oh god, please make me cum, Mistress," I pleaded.
She continued her descent, opening her throat more, and I felt my penis sliding a bit further. Her lips were now touching my balls, her tongue pressing against my whole underside. Somehow, she didn't gag.
Next, she pulled her mouth slightly up and then plunged back down, then again, speeding up. Her tongue pushed against me, stimulating me like never before. While descending, I could feel her throat tightening around me.
She was deepthroating me, and it felt like a dream. Cum was pressing to erupt, and I was at the brink of exploding.
She persisted, going up and down, up and down. Saliva dripped from her mouth onto my balls, forming a pool on the stool. She reached up with her left hand and squeezed my still swollen balls tightly.
The combination of my cock in her throat, the tightness around me, and her squeezing my balls, mixing pain and pleasure, sent me over the edge.
My penis started thrumming, shrinking, and I erupted into her throat. She squeezed my balls even harder, releasing them, then squeezing firmly again. Her mouth kept bobbing up and down my shaft.
I kept ejaculating. Surprisingly, she didn't gag. I noticed her throat moving as she swallowed. More cum spurted out of me, my penis pulsating. She completely took control of the cum, forcing it out of my balls.
Some accumulated cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth and combined with the pool of saliva. Eventually, the sensation started to abate, and she removed my penis from her mouth. She carefully opened her mouth to let the saliva and cum ooze out. Then, she took my aching member in her right hand, squeezed it hard, and gradually slid it upward, as if extracting the last of the toothpaste.
More cum oozed out from the tip of my penis. She wiped it with her tongue.
I remained seated on the stool, exhausted. I could barely keep my balance.
"Alright," she said. "Now let's get you back on your feet." She unfastened the bungee cord.
"You're able to stand up now," she instructed. "I unclipped your balls."
I attempted to rise. Now, I had to get rid of that enormous knot inside me.
"Just stand up quickly," she said. "Kind of like ripping off a bandage."
I prepared myself mentally for the pain I knew was coming. Steeling myself against the impending agony, I leaped off the stool, expelling the knot from my rectum. I cried out in pain.
"I knew you could do it," she remarked. "Now let's release you."
Chapter 17
Mistress Julia disengaged me after letting me go, sending me back to the dressing room, instructing me to shower and change, and then to return through the door that would take me to what I described as the lobby or entranceway. Of course, I followed directions.
We were now back in the entryway, the same room where I had initially entered, sitting opposite each other at the same table. It was very uncomfortable to sit on my fiery red behind, and I moved slightly. Mistress Julia looked endearing in her jeans and a tight white blouse. She seemed innocent and harmless, quite unlike her true nature.
"Are you feeling a bit sore?" she inquired, noticing my reaction.
"That's to be expected," I replied. "It'll pass in a few days."
"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked.
"I've never experienced anything like that," I admitted.
"But did you have a good time?" she inquired further.
"I can't say 'enjoyed,'" I said. "But it just won't be something I can easily forget."
"Good," she said. "So...would you like to book a future session?"
I paused. "It depends," I answered.
"What would you want to do?" she questioned.
"I'm usually the dominant one," I responded.
"Well, what else interests you?" she inquired.
"I don't know," I confessed. "I've never given much thought to anything other than being the dominant. But I can try to imagine... maybe being submissive?"
"I see." She considered for a moment. "Well, that's something you can think about."
"I'll consider it," I promised. "I'm not sure how I feel about submitting."
"That's understandable," she said. "But while you're thinking about it, I'll let you return home."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said gratefully. "It was a...a unique experience."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Mistress," I said before leaving the room.
"Whoa," she said. "So you're a switch then. If you'd like, I could arrange a sub to meet you here."
I thought it over before responding, unsure of how to phrase my request.
"What's up?" she inquired. "You can tell me anything. I'm here to help fulfill your fantasies, if you know what I mean."
"Umm," I hesitated. "Maybe I want to take your place."
"Really?" she exclaimed. "You want me to be submissive?"
"Yep," I confirmed.
"Ill tell you a little secret," she said with a smile. "Im a switch too. Have you ever been dominant before?" she questioned. "Or should I find another dom to train you?"
"No training necessary," I guaranteed.
"Ive never done this before," she admitted.
"I didn't think so," I responded nonchalantly.
"But if you're set on it, I'll give it a go. However, the cost of the session will have to be doubled. We also need to set some limits. Sound good?"
I was shocked at her responsiveness. I couldn't believe she was willing to do this. I began visualizing all the things I would do to her as payback for her past actions.
"Deal," I agreed. "Lets finalize the details."
She pulled out a piece of paper and began checking off a few boxes. She then handed it to me. "Here you go," she said, "My limits."
I scanned over the list - no blood, no lasting harm, no urination or scat-related activities were checked off. Several more, unrelated items were on there as well, but I didn't care. Anal, vaginal, and oral penetration were all unchecked.
"Alright," I confirmed. "This is good. When can we meet?"
"How about next Saturday?" she suggested.
"Perfect," I responded. "I'll see you next Saturday."
We both stood up and she walked over to me and leaned close. She then did something I wasn't expecting.
She reached her right hand up, touched the side of my face, and gently moved her hand around the back of my neck, guiding me towards her. Then came an unexpected gesture.
She kissed me softly, for just a second, barely touching lips.
"See you next Saturday," she said as she turned away and opened the door for me.
"Next Saturday," I thought as I made my way home, feeling a rush of excitement.
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