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JULIE'S TRIUMPH
Julie smiled at Everett over the candle lit dinner at Morton's Steak House.The grizzled, former Foreign Service officer, now an export magnate, caughtJulie's eye and smiled right back. His brown, tanned hand traveledacross the steak tartare and, reaching Julie's small fingers with their Frenchmanicure, squeezed them gently. Julie really liked Everett, and thoughthe seemed malleable. Most men were fairly malleable in Julie's hands;she was your traditional big-busted, full lipped type, with nearly white-blondehair that hung in a sexy mane around her shoulders. The shipping millionairewas unlike many men that Julie had dated, in that Everett seemed to have astrong sense of self, and his interest in Julie was courtly, instead of beggingand drooling.
Julie felt like she was being watched... she looked over at a nearby table,and there was Horace, gaping at her. Julie rolled her eyes at him. Yes, youpitiful dunce, I too, go to restaurants...I just don't spend my leisure timeas I did with you this afternoon, she thought contemptuously. Horace had nothad a release in 81 days, and he was still wearing his belt, though four hoursago Julie had had it off, and was making Horace's dick shake by tickling itwith a greasy piece of dental floss, while he bounced helplessly against hishandcuffs. And here Horace was, with his wife of fifteen years...obviouslythey hadn't slept together in at least a year and a half, or even showeredtogether, she would've wondered about the Iron Maiden Julie had locked to Horace'scrotch.
Julie dealt with two kinds of men--dates and potential relationship types,and then the clients she dealt with as a professional teasing and denial dominatrix.Julie, who worked for her friend Keri's tease denial, and key holder service provideda valuable commodity to a variety of men in the city, who would come and visitJulie at different times. Some of the men were married, or just wanted part-timeteasing. These were the belt-less...they wore no chastity belts or devices.
Aaron was one of these. Aaron had a sweet girlfriend, and a lively life,but once a week, he'd come see Julie, giving her $500, and she'd tie himnaked to a table, and play with his dick for several hours, moving her long,white tipped nails up and down Aaron's suffering shaft, before finally allowinghim to jerk off. Then Aaron would leave, refreshed, and go back to hisgirlfriend until his peculiar desires brought him back the following week.Aaron did it for kicks, she thought, but liked Cumming too much, though hemight graduate to wanting long term chastity. That did happen sometimes...
Horace was staring at her...trying to make his eyes moisture-ish. Julie wasirritated as all hell. What was he staring at? Sure, she had her 40DD's stuffedinto this little black strapless thing, but it was no more revealing than thecorset she'd been wearing with him this afternoon. Horace was begging withhis eyes for her to look at him. Horace had made the mistake of telling Juliethat he wanted to have six months of teasing and chastity...he couldn't handleit, though. 81 days and he was a nervous wreck...but Julie would stick to herguns...Horace was a dramatic example of one of Julie's "belted" clients...themain recipients of her key holder service..she held the keys to their belts...Aless intense version of a belted client than Horace, was Steven.
Steve was more of a typical "belted" client, one who cameat least once every two months. Julie kept Steve in a metal chastity sheathat all times, except when it was his teasing time. All week long, Steve wouldgo through his work, his other activities, with his penis thrusting againstthe cruel metal sheath...and then once a week he'd come see Julie, and thesame ritual of stripping, binding and teasing would go on, but it was different,because Steve was far more desperate than Aaron was. The belt prohibited himfrom pursuing a separate relationship from Julie, who he paid $500 a visit,just for the chance to get the belt off, and have her play with his poor dicka bit. Steve not only didn't come during the week, but often didn't cum afterthe session was done...Julie allowed Steve to cum about once every six weeks,and usually that was after he'd visited her six times, and she'd pocketed threegrand.
What was interesting was that Julie's suitors, boyfriend, and 2 ex-husbandshad always been the rough-and-tumble guys--ex-cons, day laborers, addicts andthe like. When Fernando came over, for instance, there'd be no chastity teasingfor him--Julie would have all of her holes hit, Frank would demand two blowjobs,probably, and then he'd eat her cooking, borrow ten from her and take anotherfifty from her purse and bail off, his "BORN TO LOSE" tattoo a bluish-graycaboose on his back walking out. Julie loved Fernando, she'd rake his backas he pumped in her...but he wasn't husband material...Julie preferred hell-raisingon a weekend basis, thank you...and neither were Steve or Aaron the pitifulslave-boys potential marriage material...too much of them would just be irritating.
Was there a happy medium between adoring slaves and insane redneck boys?It was a puzzle. What Julie liked about Everett was although he seemed quiteenamored of her, he wasn't a drooler...he was polite and courtly. Aregular weightlifter with 10 years in the military, Everett was at leastas masculine as any man she'd ever met. In Julie's "straight" jobas a fundraiser, Ev was the perfect escort to her various events, he dancedlike a charm...and took her to wonderful get togethers at the Officer's Club.
But-at fifty-two to Julie's thirty-three, Ev didn't really have thecharge that Julie needed, though Ev was a fascinating companion, he pamperedJulie constantly, and bought her gifts. She knew there was an engagement ringin the picture. But in their moments of passion...when Everett's penis enteredJulie--it his penis felt like a foreign object, and not a particularlywelcome one...he just didn't "ring her chimes". But he was too preciousto let get away.
Julie was considering-- could she transform Everett into a slave? She thoughtEverett might be a great live in "Client" Julie could still receiveall the pampering, the presents, etc. and give Everett valuable lessons inself-control, and bestow upon him the favors that many, many men had paid dearlyfor. Could she do it?
Chapter Two
She is a damn fine woman, Everett thought, as he knelt naked in front ofJulie. I don't understand this submission business, but Julie is so sweet andcharming. What the hell, if she wants me to kneel here for a bit, in the buff,while she stands there in her little black cocktail dress...ooh. Everett lookeddown, noticing that his member was getting quite stiff. That doesn't happenmuch anymore, he thought. The last time Everett had slept with Julie in thetraditional way, she'd had to twiddle him a bit so he didn't lose his erectioncompletely...Mid life does that to a man. But look how hard Little Johnny isnow!
"So, Everett, you're enjoying this?" Julie was looking downat Everett's stiffening penis. Everett was a bit embarrassed that she was stillcompletely dressed tonight--stockings, heels, all of it--while he was nakedas a jaybird. But God, she's a beautiful woman! Look at that mane of blondhair! "Everett, why don't you come over here and sit on this kitchen stoolfor me?"
Everett tried to stand up, but Julie gently pushed him back down, and encouragedhim to crawl to the stool and then climb up it. "Julie, honey, why notthe LaZ-Boy, or the couch? This is not comfortable." Suddenly Everettwas tied to the stool...his hands were roped together, and the rope was knottedto one of the stool legs, and then his feet were tied to the others. Therewas no back to the stool, so he had to sit up straight. "Honey, don'tworry about the other furniture." Julie was leaning over and whisperingin Ev's ear while her nails scratched the inside of his bare thigh. "You'rea submissive tonight and you don't have to think about all that stuff...don'tyou get sick of worrying about everything? Mommy's lookin' after it for you." Juliegently took Everett's penis in her palm, and squeezed her fingers around it.
Everett had an excellent view into Julie's cleavage. it was almost sexierbunched in that little black dress than when she was nude! He was still terriblyembarrassed by this predicament, being naked and tied to a kitchen stool, itreminded him of the prisoners he had interrogated in Laos, years ago. Julie'sthumb and forefinger encircled Ev's dick while her palm rested on the littlearea of the stool still exposed between Everett's perspiring legs. As she whisperedin his ear, Everett could smell her perfume, Chanel, he thought." The regularfurniture is for the grown-ups, sweetie." Julie leaned into Everett'sneck, subtly pulling her dress down so the tops of her breasts bunched outof the cocktail dress into Everett's face. "That's for Mommy to entertainher company. Little boys have a nursery...and they eat in the kitchen." Notwithstandingthat "Mommy" was 20 years his junior, Everett thought of his governess,Miss Truncheon, years ago.
Miss Truncheon had been damned strict at times--one slip in his lessons,or a tantrum, and she'd have him across her knee with the pants to his sailorsuit down, whacking away with the heavy wooden spoon she kept in the purse.Several times she'd spanked him like this when they were at the playground,in front of the other mothers and children...and then Ev would be requiredto stand in the corner, his pants down, weeping. If he acted up too much, sometimesMiss Truncheon would give him an enema...oh, that was horrific...but it madehim a better man. Even when Ev was a big boy of twelve or fourteen, Miss Truncheonsupervised his television time, and made him go to bed at seven-thirty eachnight. Even after Everett became a junior varsity quarterback, he couldn'tcelebrate the games he won with the fellows at a bowling alley, and of courseparties were verboten. In bed, seven-thirty sharp.
When Everett was asked out by Cheryl Willis, the head cheerleader, to goto the movies, Miss Truncheon had accompanied them, and the next time Ev hadwanted to go with her, Miss Truncheon had told him he wasn't ready for dating.Everett had thrown a fit, and Miss Truncheon had stripped Ev, whipping himwith a soaking hickory branch, and made Everett parade up and down his drivewayin a frilly white dress and patent leather shoes. Cheryl had driven by witha group of girls that afternoon—Miss Truncheon called her, Everett suspected,but that couldn't be so—and after she'd seen Ev in his pretty outfit,there were no more requests for dates, Everett was the laughing stock of AaronBurr Junior High…he'd hated Miss Truncheon, but only for a brief period…sheallowed no pouting or anger.
Miss Truncheon had also had a very strict policy towards "self-abuse" andafter she'd caught Everett masturbating, she'd made him stand in the cornerwith a pink ribbon tied to this tip of his penis, which just poked out of apair of adult diapers. Miss Truncheon had then invited Cheryl and Cheryl'sbest friend Lana to come over and help with some ironing. "Just ignore thatbad boy, girls…" Miss Truncheon said, as the girls stared at the captainof the football and wrestling teams at Burr Jr. High. "He can't stop wigglinghis wee-wee…so I'm making him more aware of his shame." After this experience,Everett resigned sports and ran home every day at three sharp, to avoid thetaunts of the story, which had just gotten around. "I am so glad you stoppedall that nonsense, Everett…now we can work on Latin lessons together." Andit's true, Everett's grades went up sharply after this.
And then Miss Truncheon was very comforting, in her way. She'd preparehis bath, and bathe Everett, up until he went off to military school at thirteen...healways had dinner with her in the kitchen...Everett's mother was dead and hisfather away most of the time, and until he'd gone off to school at fifteen,Miss Truncheon had been it...when he'd come home that first vacation, and shewas gone, off to look after a new charge, there was a hole in Everett's soul. "You'rea big boy now." his father had said, ruffling his hair. "Be tough.No one respects a sissy." Everett had done it--highest ranked cadet atWest Point, medals for valor in Vietnam, a distinguished Foreign Service career,and now of course he was a ruthless business man...but it was tiring, beingin charge all the damn time. Julie's blond hair stroked Everett's cheek, andhe in took breath. His cock hardened to an intensity he'd never felt in hersoft fingertips. Everett closed his eyes, and then opened them suddenly, therewas intense pain on his chest. In astonishment, he found clothespins on hisnipples.
Chapter Three
Julie carefully pushed her spike heel into the tip of Everett's dick...nottoo painful, but somewhat. Everett was lying on his side on the kitchen floor,his dick sticking straight out in front of him, and Julie was giving it a pokeor two...Everett had no discipline! You'd think he did, with all that training.It had been six months since Julie had tied Ev to the kitchen stool and teasedhis cock and tortured his nipples with clothespins. After a bit of this, shehad untied Everett and taken off her clothes, and Everett, still sexually frustrated,had licked Julie to two orgasms, before she'd allowed him to stick hisdick in her again. This nightly cunnilingus before sex had continuedfor a few weeks. Julie had begun demanding longer and longer lapping byEverett.
First there had been the "two orgasm rule" Everett would not beallowed to make love to Julie until he'd licked her to two orgasms. She hadconvinced Everett that she couldn't give him oral sex, because blowjobs werewhat whores gave, and Julie was a lady. (It was hard not to laugh telling himthis, as she'd blown Fernando and his friends Carlos and Zeke the night before. "ButI do like it when you lick me down there." she'd said to Everett demurely. "Ican't make love to you, Everett, unless I'm very excited, and had at leasttwo orgasms."
When Everett couldn't give her the second orgasm, he dressed and bowedand went home some nights, and others Julie would tie him spread eagled tothe bed and play her nails across his throbbing erection as she whispered sweetrecriminations in his ear..."Oh Everett, honey...don't you wish you could'veworked harder down there? You could've squirted right in me...it would've beenso nice...but now I'll just have to make you think." This spurred Everettto 'work harder' and eventually Julie increased the rule to a preliminary massageand three orgasms before Everett was allowed to mount, and after that fouror five. Often Everett could barely move his jaw the next day, but he was gameto try, and he knew if he didn't get through the five orgasms, that Julie wouldhave to tie him up and make Ev wish he'd worked harder. In a sense, Everettenjoyed this, it was a challenge to get his reward...
Then one night, Julie had gotten her five orgasms, but told Everett thathe would have to masturbate, as she was tired. Everett looked disappointed,but Julie had teased him a bit with her hand, and finally he'd plopped downon the floor on his knees and jerked off into a small bowl near the table,as to not stain Miss Julie's bedroom carpet. As Everett became more and moreproficient in giving head, Julie told him that she was going to make screwingher more of a treat, and Everett began jerking off every other night that hesatisfied Julie...and then every five nights.
This meant that he had to take Julie to five consecutive dinners, andthen the massage and the hours of licking, before he got his lay...Everettwanted to see Julie more and more often, naturally, but she refused to seehim more than three times a week. "A lady has to rest, you know." Sothis meant that Everett was getting to screw about once a fortnight, and jerkoff four times in between. Soon Julie and Everett had a full routine--Everettwould take Julie to dinner and a play, or a movie, and take her out for icecream, and more often than once in a while, they'd wander over to Tiffany'sor some nice clothing store, and he'd get her little gifts.
Once home, Julie would remain dressed, and Everett would be tied to the bed,and Julie would stroke Everett's cock for about an hour, scraping herlong nails up and and around his shaft until Everett was hissing through histeeth. Unlike her other submissives, Everett was too stoic to whine and cryover his desperation to cum...he'd been torture in Vietnam, and refused togive secrets...but it was a challenge... Julie would go on til Ev washumping her hand, before untying him and getting her massage, andhours of oral sex...then Julie would tie Everett again, and tease him a bitmore, before allowing him to jerk off into a bowl. Sex was on special occasionslike Valentine's Day,and perhaps Everett's birthday.
Then one night, when it was about time for Everett to get his masturbationtime, Julie looked at him. There was no excuse not to let Everett jerk off,he'd taken her to Morton's, then dancing, they'd gone on a helicopter ridethat weekend…but she didn't feel he needed relief. Even if he had treatedJulie to a spectacular massage and an intense six orgasms…how wouldshe breach it? "Everett, I want to test your strength…why don't younot jerk off tonight…? Show me, for once, that you can just give MEa great night…do you think you're up to it?" There had been few tests,academic, athletic or military, that Everett had not been able to pass, andhe'd manfully dropped his cock, and lay down behind Julie's beautiful nakedbody to sleep. She had immediately spooned him, her full buttocks rubbing sensuallyagainst his near bursting penis, but they'd finally gone peacefully to sleep.Julie had awakened Everett in the morning, by twiddling his cock with a fingernail,but when he'd reached down to grab it, she'd slapped his face, hard, and said "DidI give you permission, you bad boy?"
After this, Everett had had to do lots of different things in order to impressJulie…and then she would allow him to jerk off…or she'd playher toes around his cock til he spurted, and then cleaned her foot off…oronce in a blue moon, Everett would get laid. Julie instructed Everett…shelet him screw her when he'd given her a platinum card on his account, spentthe day helping her move, and taken her skiing. Supervised masturbation wasa privilege for things like watching Everett do fifty jumping jacks AFTER he'dmassaged and licked Julie to her five orgasms. Sometimes she'd ask him to washher car, or jerk off in front of an open window. One day she'd said to Everett,without smiling. "Tonight if you want to squirt that wee-wee of yours, you'lldo it in front of my boyfriend." And Everett had knelt in front of the typeof kid he'd always despised, a long haired punk in baggy pants with a piercedlip…the kid sat next to Julie, who was stunning as always in her denimjumper. Naked, Everett had rubbed his fingers up and down his penis…nowand then, the boyfriend, Slim, would tell him "slow down, old man, do you haveto cum this minute" and then Julie would order Ev to put his hands behind hisback and wait til she let him jerk it again…but it had been a wonderfullyhumiliating and satisfying orgasm when Everett had finally gotten release.
At some point, though, Julie noticed that sometimes Everett wasnot as excited as others...when she was teasing him. It turned out that Everetthad been masturbating at home. This had to stop. Julie made Everett promisethat he could only cum with her permission. This made her giggle, having theguy promise Julie this. A few months before, he'd been footloose and fancyfree. Everett was not a freak like some of the guys who paid Julie; he'd beenquite the cocksman around town with a variety of cuties, younger and oftenprettier than Julie herself...and now he was giving Julie gifts of jewels andmoney, seeing Julie exclusively...and promising not to even jerk off when hewas away from her...and of course Julie had lots of boyfriends! But now andthen Everett gave in to his baser desires as he did tongiht, when Julie realizedhe'd jerked off once again...she had Ev bound, with his penis under her heel,and she was confronting him.
"What's the deal, Everett?" Julie pushed her spike heel deeperinto Everett's glans. "Why can't you control yourself.?" It was funny, Juliethought, stifling a giggle…when she met Everett, he was the man abouttown, squiring around models ten to fifteen years younger than she was…noone in the world would tell him what to do…and now she had him completelyfaithful, giving her all sorts of dinner and gifts…he hadn't fuckedher in five weeks, and hadn't cum in two! And here he was naked, on his side,with her heel poked into the tip of his cock. Julie stamped it a few times,treating the cock as if it were a lit cigarette she was trying to stamp out.In spite of Everett having jerked off in her bathroom that afternoon—she'dfound the sticky Kleenex, and also in spite of the fact that the heel was quitepainful…Everett's cock was bulging, stiff, and slick with pre-ejaculate. "Everett,I'm disappointed in you. You've been a military school boy, an Eagle Scout,a colonel in the Army…you can't keep your word?"
Everett spoke slowly, his head lying on the linoleum of the kitchen floor.He spoke evenly as if he was unaware that a beautiful blond woman in a whiteangora sweater and leather miniskirt was dancing up and down on his dick withher heel. "Miss Julie…I try..but it's been ten days since I had an orgasm,ma'am…You tease me constantly, rubbing up and down on my penis—don'tthink I don't enjoy it, but it's so pressurizing…and then when we'renot together, you call me constantly at work and at home, telling me all these…THINGS." Evwas too well bred to go into detail. Julie giggled again, and pushed her heeldeeper into Everett's glans. It was true, Julie was constantly calling Everetton the phone and telling him about how she'd shaved her pussy the night before…andhow one or two of her boyfriends had come over and screwed her…and she'dgo on and on about the blowjobs she'd given them…Everett had to understandshe saw other people, and this was her way of being honest with him. Of courseshe could hear the haggard breathing on the other side of the line, and she'dgo on about her hard nipples, and how she was fingering them right now…Evwas a a handsome, muscular bronzed man, with power…he was a black belt,and had been a trained boxer…but right now he looked as if he were acalf about to be slain.
"Everett, I'm so disappointed in you, honey. You have all these Silver Starsand Purple Hearts from being tortured in Vietnam and not releasing any information…andyou can't take a…" Julie's voice went into little-girl mode "a littlecutie-pie telling you about her little clitty." Everett's cock got harder underthe heel. "Don't' you want to know how I feel? Do you have to jerk yourselflike a little pervert? When I tell you about how wet I get, and how Sam andJose fuck me hard…"
Everett closed his eyes and panted some more. Suddenly Julie put all herweight on the heel poking into Everett's glans and he screamed, and the peniswent soft. "Everett" Julie said regretfully…"I think it's time we talkedabout stronger measures to keep you pure…have you ever heard of a chastitybelt?"
END OF PART ONE
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