Saturday, July 11, 2020

Licking Julie's Ass!



Hello everyone! As a quick catch up, I had a weigh in recently, and Julie sent me the following;

Wow. Really kicking in nicely now! I think we have you dialed in properly. As a celebration/reward, lie on your back naked, make a tight fist with one hand, Shove your tongue into your fist 🤜 pretending it's my asshole sitting on you and jerk off. I want that tongue around and around, up and down, back and forth, and in and out. Make me cum, darling, just from your tongue in my ass. 

Julie

I completed Julie's task, and the following is the fantasy that was in my head as I did. 

Reminder - it is a work of fantasy.




The flight to Canada was a smooth one, and a year after starting my personal journey of weight loss, I felt much more comfortable in the economy seat my company had purchased. There wasn’t anything I could do though, to settle the butterflies in my stomach. 


It was two weeks ago that I learned my company was considering putting a new office in Toronto, and that I would be sent to inspect the building we were thinking about leasing. The news sent my mind immediately spinning, knowing I’d be in the same area of the world as the person who had helped lead me in changing my life. She’d mentioned in passing a few times that I was to tell her if I would be in her country.


Now, I messaged her that my flight had landed.


I wheeled my carry on down the ramp to the shuttles taking travelers to the area hotels, trying to stay under as many awnings I could to dodge the falling rain. It didn’t work very well, and I felt the dampness as I climbed into the back of the black town car. I gave the driver the address if the hotel and got out my phone to go over Julie’s final email to me. 


Michael,


You will go to your hotel directly from the airport. Once there, you will check in, leaving an extra key at the desk under my name. Go to your room, and shower. Once clean, dry off, and fold the towel neatly on the counter. You are to remain nude.


Go back into the room and retrieve a sleep mask, and handcuffs. Leave the key to the cuffs on the bed. Move to the corner that will be most visible from the door. Kneel.


Place the sleep mask over your eyes, and then the handcuffs on your wrists, with your hands behind your back. Your nose will be touching the corner of the both walls until given further instruction.

Not completing any detail of this message will be punished severely.


Mistress Julie


I finished reading as the cab pulled up to the hotel drop off area, and I gathered my things. The hotel was nice; the high ceilings echoed the sounds of the people in the lobby walking on the marble floors. I got my room key, making sure to let the attendant know that another needed to be made and kept at the desk. I took a pen and wrote “Julie” on the white front of the envelope. 


The elevator hummed, taking me to the eighth floor and room 882. Swiping the card on the door, the lock clicked as I pushed it open. A nice room, king size bed, and an open view looking out over the city. Even in the rain, it was a sight.




I quickly went about Julie’s instructions, getting the handcuffs and sleep mask out of my bag and laying them on the end of the bed. I put the rest of my bag aside and went to the shower to prepare.

I had no idea what, if anything, Mistress Julie had prepared. It could very well be I’d be spending the rest of the evening in the corner, and that would be that. I also knew better than to procrastinate. 
Washing quickly to get the stink of travel off myself, I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. It was the first time I noticed I was already getting hard imagining that Mistress Julie might come into the same room. Folding the towel as instructed, I walked back into the room, fully nude.



Picking up the handcuffs and mask, I went to the corner directly facing the door as you walk into the room. I hadn’t fully understood the reasoning behind choosing the specific corner. That is until I stood in it and quickly realized why. Should anyone happen to enter this room, the very first thing they would be greeted with would be my bare ass, bent over with my nose in the corner. God forbid a maid or housekeeper come in. 


Sliding a leather bottomed chair from the corner, I knelt down, spreading my knees apart on the carpet. Thankfully the padding was soft and giving, I didn’t know how long I’d be here. With a deep breath, I placed the mask over my eyes, turning everything black. I clicked one handcuff around my wrist, and then moving my hands behind my back, used my hip to help click the other side closed. I bent to touch my nose, having to shuffle my knees back several times to be able to push it forward enough to be properly touching both walls. Bending to touch my nose forced me to push my ass out, my cock, balls, and asshole now on display to whomever walked in as well. 


I waited for what seemed like forever, shifting my knees back and forth in the carpet to relieve the pain in them. My sense of hearing was on overdrive, and I tensed a few times, hearing footsteps outside my door, and even a rolling cart once. I prayed the maid didn’t enter, but I was resolved to keep my nose in that corner and not move. 


Another pair of footsteps moved outside the door, and I heard them stop directly in front of it. My god, Is it her? Is this real? My breathing stopped, as I heard a card inserted into the door, and the high pitched clicking as the lock turned over. And then the brush of the door bottom along the carpet as it opened...


And then nothing.


The door hadn’t been closed. I was kneeling like this, and someone was standing in the room, the door still wide open. Short shallow breathes were all I could take, as my nose was still pressed into the corner, asshole spread and genitals hanging down. It was difficult to not get lightheaded.

Eventually the door brushed the carpet again and click closed. I heard the sound of light footsteps, closer and closer until right behind me. 


“Please let it be Julie.” I thought, “not some hotel worker, or stranger”. I swear I heard a short smirk, the sound you make when hearing a joke that really isn’t that funny.


I heard a bag of some sort placed on the table behind me, and then the rustling of clothes. Thick heavy cloth, an overcoat being removed and placed on the chair that once occupied my corner. I heard the bag again, things being found inside of it, removed and placed in the table, but what I couldn’t tell.


“Stand up.”


It was said softly but I was so intent on hearing that it startled me. A woman’s voice. Soft but said with a tone I’d sensed before. It made me realize I had never actually heard her voice. All the emails and all this time, the voice had been in my head. But now it was directly behind me.


I struggled to stand with any grace, the time waiting had taken its toll on my knees. I felt a tug on the chain between the handcuffs, and I stepped back, following the pull. I was led back several steps and turned around. It was disorienting, especially having been in the dark for some time.

“Bend over and spread”.


Again, the sweet voice I longed to hear, but in a tone that I didn’t dare argue with. I bent at the waist and grabbed a buttock with each hand. Pulling myself apart, I felt incredibly exposed. She could be inspecting every inch of me, or ignoring me completely, I had no way to know.


With some movement behind me again, I couldn’t tell what she was doing. I heard a few recognizable sounds as she moved about the room. Thuds here and there. What sounded like a latex rubber of a balloon? More items moved from the bag. A plastic cap clicking open, and the sound of some liquid...

My senses were shocked as I felt a very cold, very large object pressed directly onto my spread asshole. 


“Do not move.”


What I imagined to be a very large plug continued to push itself into me, not moving back and forth, just forward. Slowly but surely as I struggled to relax and let it in. Another rush of sensation as it finally passed the widest part, popping into place as I gasped. I tried to catch my breath as I heard a latex glove pulled from her hand.


“Stand up.”


I could feel a hand grasping the chain between the cuffs again, pulling me backwards. The backs of my thighs eventually brushed against what I realized was the comforter of the bed.

“Sit and lie down, on your back.”



I lowered myself, trying to keep pressure off the plug in my ass as I sat down.


“Scoot, all the way up in the bed.”


My feet left the floor as I wiggled myself up to the middle of the bed. It must have been an obscene sight. The plug was already pushing itself inside me as I moved, and my cock was pointing at the ceiling, hard from the anticipation pulsing through me.


I waited there as I heard her moving around the room, placing something near my head. More rustling of cloth much lighter this time. A snap, and the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle. And then skin touching skin.


My senses still on overdrive, and my cock achingly hard and pointing directly at the ceiling, I felt her weight moving into the bed. I shifted slightly as she moved across it, still not giving me that I longed for most; any part of her skin touching mine.


“Your hands will remain locked behind you. You will not cum without permission. Tongue out, now slut.”


“Yes Mistr...” 


SNAP!



The crop she was holding struck just above my cleanly shaven pubis.


“No talking, do as you’re told”.


I pushed my tongue out, hoping above hope that she would be rewarding me with a taste of her sweet pussy. Lord knows I had masturbated thinking constantly about it for the last year. 


I felt the bed move again, and my head drop back as she positioned herself on either side of it.

I shuddered as I finally I felt her bare thighs touch my shoulders. I’m sure she noticed my involuntary thrusting my hipes into the air, and possibly the precum I knew was forming at the end of my cock.


“You can stop when I tell you, and no cumming without permission.”


The unmistakable feeling of the end of her crop on the head of my penis told me she was not to be trifled with. And with that, I felt her weight press down directly on my face. She was warm and pushed into me hard, but was lower than I expected, closer to my chin. That’s when I realized exactly what was happening. 


My tongue was pushed directly against her asshole.




I moved my tongue around, trying to alternate between keeping it flat and soft and hardening it and pushing it out, trying to push it into her tight hole. It was more difficult than I imagined, as I felt it constricting, her toned buttocks tensing each time I pushed it out. I breathed as well as I could, but she pushed against my face and her ass enveloped me.


I soon felt her starting to move her hips back and forth, rubbering herself on my face. Her toned thighs and calves trapped my head in place, covering my ears. With the blindfold on and unable to hear, my sense of touch went wild. It also made me startle when I suddenly felt the strong vibration of a Hitachi magic wand against the bottom of my chin.


The vibration went through my jaw and I’m sure into my tongue, which was now formed into the small phallus inserted her asshole. She held it against her pussy, keeping her hips more still than before and I struggled to breath. I was only getting an occasional respite when she’d move just far enough forward for me to take a quick breath. The vibration continued as I felt her juices starting to drip down my chin and neck; the juices I longed to taste.  


It was difficult not to buck my hips, trying to get any contact for my cock. I fucked the air, surely a ridiculous sight, but my lust overrode my embarrassment. The plug still invaded my own asshole, rubbing my prostate and milking precum from my cock. 


Soon she pressed very hard, one of her hands on my chest, her hips pushing my tongue as far into her ass as it would go. Even with her covering my ears, and the vibration shaking my brain, I could hear her moans. Her hips bucked as she came, more of her wetness dripping down to my neck. She stayed still for some while, and I kept my tongue moving, making sure I would please her in any way I could, for as long as she required. She lifted herself slightly and I thought she may be finished. Taking a deep breath, I tried to recalibrate myself as the oxygen slowed the spinning in my head.

She suddenly pushed herself back down, my tongue sliding back into her asshole. It wasn’t that move that shocked me, as much as the Hitachi now pressed against the head of my cock.


My penis jumped and twitched, the wetness from her cum and mine, making it quite slippery. Soon the vibrator trapped my cock against my stomach, and I involuntarily let out a loud moan, muffled by Julie’s ass over my face, my tongue still deep inside of it. 


She had forbidden me from orgasm, a task I quickly found to be impossible. I tried to squirm away from the vibrator, but her crop cracking off the sides of my thighs told me unequivocally I wasn’t supposed to be moving. 



My cries went unheeded and I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. Her hips hadn’t moved, and everything spun as I desperately tried to breath and to keep myself from cumming.

My tongue still deep in her ass, I fell over the edge, squirting cum into my stomach as the vibrator milked what felt like every drop from my balls. The dread of breaking her command mixed with the pleasure of my orgasm, were both topped off by the dizziness from my lack of oxygen.  The vibration that had made me cum was still pulsing through the head of my cock, and very quickly went from slightly uncomfortable to excruciatingly intense. Her ass lifted from my face and I gasped deeply as I simultaneously tried to get away from the vibrator which was punishing my overly sensitive glans. She held the vibrator in place, a feeling of post orgasm torture I had never felt before. My brain tried unsuccessfully to compute all the feelings it was being given at once.


All of them translated to only one feeling. 


Submission.


I had barely notice that Julie had gotten off the bed, only feeling her hand swiping the cum I had squirted on myself. It was wiped on my tongue, still pushed out of my mouth. Two, three swipes made sure every drop went into my mouth. 


“Swallow, naughty boy.” She said, one last stroke of her crop snapping on the shaft of my cock. I did so quickly and thankfully. 


I lay there as I heard her cloths going back on and I fought the urge to somehow pull the blindfold off to get a glimpse of her beauty. The felt a tug at the handcuffs and rolled to the side as she unlocked my hands. 


“Clean this room up, it’s unorganized. Leave the plug in until you do. We will talk about your punishment for disobeying me after your meeting tomorrow.”


And with that, I heard the door open and close again behind her.

Friday, July 3, 2020

Recycling for Julie




At the end of my last post describing the circumstances behind my punishment to complete my daily exercise with a large buttplug in my ass, I made mention that I had the urge to masturbate, but that I didn’t feel Julie would approve, considering it was supposed to be a punishment after all. I find myself with the general desire to drop my pants and jack off, basically any time I see a message alert with Miss Julie’s name on it. Of course, I was rather stupid to have tried to do Julie’s thinking for her, and she quickly responded with the following:

Oh michael, I didn't know your feelings about wanting to cum. Of course you may cum. In fact, I insist on it. Right into your hand, and then from your hand into your mouth. Really savour it swishing around in there. Do a little gargle with it inside. Then swallow it all down the hatch, naughty boy.

Julie

That’s what I get for admitting my naughty desires!

I read the comment right before lying down for the evening and had the night to sleep.
Originally, I was worried she would be upset with me for my admitting my desire to masturbate. After her response, there was still some trepidation as such, wondering if her comment was in jest, or if she meant it. The next morning when I awoke, I sent a reply to Miss Julie to try to explain myself.

Miss, perhaps I should take some time to explain my thoughts from the post.

There are few times that we interact that I don’t desire to drop to my knees and masturbate. The sense of control is still quite intense to me. I also don’t want to be disrespectful or inappropriate constantly talking about it if it makes you uncomfortable.

As you know embarrassment is a kink of mine and this desire is often a direct result of such. I have found that I have embarrassment in both the pain AND the pleasure that our interaction causes me. This is why I greatly appreciate you don’t adhere to the typical “automatic chastity” edict many Female dominants might impose. That said I admit that I usually masturbate daily to our interaction, your blog, or some other version of female dominant or spanking pornography.

You mentioned recycling my cum in your reply, and while not a hard limit for me, it is something I have not experienced and know I will have a struggle doing. I respect you and have committed to doing as you order, but also want to express what a large leap this would be for me. It would help me considerably if this is a road you wish I travel to be able to go down it slowly.

michael

Going into this what felt like VERY suddenly, I was filled with trepidation. I had never even tasted my own cum, much less swallowed and entire orgasms worth. I hoped that my words would somehow convince Julie to allow me to try a drop or two, or put it in a drink or something that I could slowly ease into the process. While I know that this is a quite common theme in most FLR’s, I had never really considered doing so by myself much less actually ever tried it. There are many mental blocks to the act, but I also recognize that they are just that, mental. The same people that don’t like the taste of cilantro or can’t get over the texture of bananas. It’s a bodily fluid that I know won’t hurt me. Julie soon replied.

I enjoy the thought of you jerking off, michael. I am not into extended chastity.

In terms of consuming your own ejaculate, that is a bit of a rule for me. Having to do that immediately after ejaculation, when your sex drive is at its lowest, pleases me. A bit of a penance after your pleasure. I am not insisting you do that every time. However I saw you write that in your blog and I decided to have you do it on a whim. Partly to embarrass you on your own blog, of course. I expect a nice post on it once completed. Maybe take a photo of your splooge in your hand just before it goes down the hatch, and a nice detailed description of the tastes, textures, and feelings.

Remember, many women are required to do this on a very regular basis. What makes you so special that you can't do it? Imagine if a woman of yours refused you the simple pleasure of consuming your ejaculate. Would you not be justifiably critical and resentful of her? The first thing my husband made me do once he gained spanking rights over me is exactly that, despite the fact I do not enjoy it in the least, and previously enjoyed spitting rights. No more. Why should you be allowed to escape something many women do for the sake of their partner's pleasure? Are you in some way better than a woman? Better than I? I think not! You WILL swallow your cum this time, every last drop, like a woman would.

Julie

I read her response several times. Well, it does seem like Julie to get over this whining and baby steps thing and simply throw me in the deep end! She made a few points that couldn’t be argued, and one specifically that really help me get over my aversion to swallowing my own cum. It’s a rule she has and it pleases her.

I had stupidly not been considering something since we started my training last month. Really every email, blog post, interaction we’ve had has been describing what I need, what I want, and what I deserve. What kind of terrible example of a submissive male have I been that it took me this long to realize, I had never considered to ask what I could do to please HER.

That would have really been all the explanation I needed to do as she commanded, but the second paragraph made several other points. As I do have switch tendencies, I know the feelings she described, and hadn’t considered a few of the implications she brought up. It wasn’t the thoughts of resent necessarily, as I don’t feel that I had experienced them before, but I did understand her points about doing something for the sake of your partners pleasure. Would I prefer if that any time I got a blowjob, that she enthusiastically swallowed every drop I shot into her throat? Of course! And I can’t argue that it would then be hypocritical of me to even have the desire, but then refuse to do the same. I don’t get to say with any sense of honor that I don’t believe in misogynistic principals, while wanting my partner to do something I wouldn’t.

Good boy, get it all out...

I collected my thoughts and sent the following:

Yes Ma’am, I understand you point, and that why I don’t have it as a hard limit, just something I haven’t wanted to do. Of course I also understand that’s the idea.

It helps me incredibly to know that the act pleases you. The idea that it’s simply a rule I am expected to follow does as well. Most of our discussions have been about my needs, what works for me and why, rather than being focused on your needs and desires. This goes against what the ideals of any FLR as the point it for you to lead, and me to follow, focusing on your pleasure more than my own
.
My thoughts have been in no way that I am better than a woman. The misogyny of the thought process repulses me. You have a point as I suppose on some level, I do deal with the societal pressure that such an act is “unmanly”. In the same way, I’ve thought about our discussion about being told to wear panties. The main feeling I would get from the act is of submission to you and the pleasure you receive from it. In the end, it works for me to understand that Mistress gets what Mistress wants. I may not personally enjoy the process, but that’s not the point.

I’ll fulfill your rule and post on it this evening. I appreciate your thoughts and guidance on the matter, and feel better that you are comfortable and even encouraging about my masturbation. I have yet to masturbate today, and already fed the strange feeling of reluctance to cum as I know what’s coming afterwards.

michael

The rest of the night, I had what was going to happen on my mind. I would be tasting my cum for the first time. I would be licking a full load off my hand and swallowing every drop.

Eventually, everyone had fallen asleep and I went to the office to complete my task. It was almost a surreal thing, a weird sense of dread mixed with excitement. I found some generic spanking porn, pulled down my shorts, and began stroking my cock.

The video ended, and I found I didn’t search for another, but let my mind wander. Imagining my own scenario, I felt the arousal swell in me. I knelt in front of Julie, who simply sat in her chair, fully dressed, waiting impatiently for me to complete my task. I have a “supervised masturbation” fetish, and the idea of someone as strict as her monitoring such an intimate thing is a dream. I didn’t need to be specific in why I was there on my knees, or what she was even saying, Just imagining her eyes on me was enough embarrassment to make me feel the first spasms of orgasm coming close.

Hurry up, masturbator...

I still knew what was going to happen though. I reread her email one last time to bolster my determination, and stood where I had positioned my phone to catch the act. I would complete her task, and in turn, she would in reality be observing both the manifestation of my desire as well as my humiliation of eating my own cum. I had prepared a sign, properly thanking her, while reminding myself what I had to do. I got in position, and stroked until eventually the pleasure overtook my desire to avoid my required task. I came, holding my hand under the end of my cock, attempting to collect as much of the cum as I could.

I had read that afternoon, the longer you wait, the harder the task will become. Better to just set your mind to it and go right away. So I did. A large lick on my hand had my mouth instantly full of warm, salty cum.

It was warmer than I expected for some reason. I always imagined it as cold and globby, but it was body temperature (obviously), and runner than I thought. It is salty indeed. A little slimy, the consistency of an uncooked egg white, or raw oysters is the closest I can describe. It was the saltiness that made swallowing a bit difficult for me. A small glass of water would have been a good idea. Two more licks of my palm had most of the cum cleaned off my hand.

What I noticed afterwards was how submissive I felt, and how much I desired interaction with Miss Julie (Or Mistress Julie really as well). The experience was at the same time not nearly as bad as I expected, while somehow being exactly what I thought it would be. The rush of hormones was equally from completing the act, documenting it, and knowing that I would be instructed to share it here, to increase my embarrassment from both readers seeing it or more so from commenting. That said, here is the video I sent to Miss Julie of the task.  



Monday, June 29, 2020

Plugged, But Honest



My morning routine has been pretty regular, and I’ve been trying my best to make sure that I follow it each day. I get up, go to the restroom, and kneel in front of the toilet, pointing the usual morning erection down as I pee on my ketostick. It takes 40 seconds for it to read properly, so I take the time to weigh myself, then take pictures of both to send to Miss Julie. Recently though, she has added 15 minutes of High intensity Interval Training (HIIT) to my day. It only takes fifteen minutes to complete but is intense and leaves me feeling “the burn” for a while. I’ve been pretty good about completing it so far each day. I knew from the beginning that as hard as it is to stick to my diet sometimes, I would struggle much more with exercising regularly.

This week has been busy as I will be headed back to work soon from the Covid craziness. One of the tasks I’ve been wanting to do is a good bit of yardwork and gardening at the house. Waking up Wednesday morning, I took my pictures, and went straight to work. Mowing the lawn, pulling a garden worth of weeds, mulching, and installing a garden border, all to be done before the weekend. It was hard work, and after about 4 hours I went inside for the day. I had accomplished some things but needed Thursday as well to finish everything I wanted to do.

The point of all of this is that both days, I was tired and feeling sore. It was while getting ready for bed on Wednesday that I realized I had not done my HIIT training for the day. The soreness in my shoulders and legs made it very easy for me to rationalize that I had surely done my physical activity for the day, which should suffice. I awoke Thursday, and did much the same thing, working outside for several hours and coming in exhausted. Again though, I went to bed knowing that I had not really completed the exact task that Miss Julie had given me to continue on my journey to health.

Waking up Friday, took my weigh in pictures, and went downstairs to complete my HIIT bike time.
Afterwards, breathing heavily, I went to compose my daily email.

I knew that I needed to be honest with Miss Julie about the last two days, and even though I really did feel as if the exercise I had done was intense, I was hiding that I hadn’t followed her command. I had a pretty good idea she wouldn’t let it fly, but I had made the commitment to be honest with her completely.

I sent her the following;

Mistress Julie, I’ve weighed in this morning at 285.2, a new low! I’m certainly happy about that. 

I do feel I need to admit that I did not complete my exercise on Wednesday or Thursday this week. I can make excuses but won’t. I’m sorry and I have exercised this morning though and will try to continue doing so.


michael

It's funny that I've now noticed I change both how I address Julie as well as how I spell my own name in my messages to her depending on my feelings of submission at the time. Mistress Julie is for those times I feel most submissive or know I'm in trouble. Almost in "session" I suppose. The same for when I am "michael" rather than uppercase or just Mike. It was completely unintentional at first, something I didn't notice until after the Accountability Chair punishment. 

I was anxious for a bit that afternoon waiting for her response. I know she’s busy but it always makes me a bit apprehensive to be waiting for her when I know I might be in a bit of trouble. I didn’t take her long to respond this time.

What???? no no no no no - that exercise is EVERYDAY. Please start logging your exercise into the app as well from now on. I will want to be keeping an eye on that. And as punishment, you're doing your next exercise with the dildo up your butt. The entire thing and you better not shirk!


Julie


After following up with her on a minor change, I would be wearing the largest buttplug I have while completing my next HIIT training. I had only had the plug in one other time – when she ordered it covered in Icy Hot and placed in my ass. It’s large. Not painfully so, but I know its in when is there.

Saturday morning came and I headed downstairs to complete my task. Gym shorts and tshirt on, I brought the plug and lube. Pulling my shorts down in the back, I rubbed some lube on the plug, and bent over to spread my cheeks and push it into my hole. It felt cold, and big. It just kept sliding further and further in until it finally reached the base and stopped itself from invading me further.

Pulling my shorts up over my butt, I took a few steps, trying to see how it would feel moving with the plug inside me. It was far enough in me that you could see anything with the shorts on, but I felt it stretching me with each step. I went to my exercise bike and opened the stopwatch and timer recording on my phone.




8 seconds of cycling as hard as I can, and 12 seconds of recovery, over and over, for 15 minutes. That’s ts. It’s quite intense normally, as my cardio isn’t very well developed yet, and I get winded about 3-4 minutes in. Today though, my breathing was much less of my focus. I found I must sit far enough forward on the seat and lean back far enough to pedal that my weight isn’t pushing the plug into me that way it did during my punishment on the Accountability Chair. Each time I push the pedals though, the plug shifts slightly, rubbing my insides. 

The plug wasn’t the same feeling as riding the dildo. They are angled a bit differently, and the dildo a bit longer. In the Accountability Chair I had a sense of arousal, and naturally leaked precum as the dildo rubbed against my prostate. During my exercise I felt the plug inside me, but it was more just stretching my ass as my legs worked. Arousing certainly, but more from the submission of knowing it was there and why.

Eventually the timer hit 15 minutes and I stood up. As I had promised Mistress Julie, I took a picture of the plug in its place, typed my message to her before removing it. There wasn’t the same precum leakage, but that didn’t stop me from being quiet hard feeling Julie’s control. I resisted the urge to kneel on the floor and masturbate; I didn’t think Mistress Julie would care for that kind of behavior during what is supposed to be a punishment. Rewards are only for good boys!

My next post will be up tomorrow and is a continuation of my fantasy FLR storyline.

Friday, June 19, 2020

The Accountability Chair

The Accountability Chair


It’s about time for an update of the real world! Things have been on track with my keto diet, and Julie has been keeping me on track just fine. Overall, I’m down 16 total pounds since starting! Much of the loss was in the first week, but it is nice to see slow but steady results since then. We had thought I was plateauing for a bit, but hopefully we are past that.


Julie has also had me start with some High intensity interval training (HIIT) that has helped my metabolism. It’s a process that only takes fifteen minutes a day, and just has me doing short bursts of going all out (8 seconds pushing, 12 seconds resting). The stationary bike I found on Facebook marketplace was literally $20, so there’s no excuse if you are considering getting one!

Now, for the part that all you pervs are looking for. 

As I said, I’ve been doing well on my diet and working out, but steadily I have felt my drive go down a little bit each day. It not my commitment level that is waning, just my ability to push myself the way I should when working out or keeping in the right positive mindset that Julie wants. A big part of this comes from my need to feel submissive and controlled. This mixture of control and accountability is why I reached out to Strict Julie in the first place. I know that just regular old “tell my friends I’m working out; they will keep me on track” just doesn’t work for me. I knew I needed someone that would punish me when I erred, as well as understand my need for certain things or “rewards” when I am doing well to keep me on track. 

I’d never considered maintenance punishments to be of much use until I started this process. I have always been so mentally stuck in the idea that if I was going to be punished, it should be for an offense that I committed. I wrote a previous post about this feeling, and my first decision to actually request a punishment. That time she quickly put me in my place by having me coat me penis and testicles in Icy hot, and then insert the largest butt plug I have also coated in icy hot. It’s definitely not a punishment I wish to endure again. However, that time I was also stuck in a mindset that I needed an actual punishment for the choices I had made in the past with eating and my health. It was meant to be a true punishment, and something that I want to avoid. And it worked.

This time though, I wrote Julie, requesting a different sort of thing. 

Good morning Ma’am. I’ve weighed in at 286.4. Still staying positive and getting my exercise in. I did find that I’ll be back in to work around the 1st if the month, which will change my routine, but my plan currently is to take my food to work and forego the temptation to eat there.

I also worked more on my next story post but will probably need to split it into two or three posts as it’s becoming quiet long in size. I very much like the idea of adding in a kinky trainer but want to lay the groundwork for it to make sense in the story.

I hope you’re well, and as always, thank you for your oversight and keeping me accountable. I still hope to discuss some sort of maintenance punishment or reward system when you are able, as I think it will help my continued motivation. I’ve found it hard to stay focused and positive as the days go on, especially when I felt I had plateaued some, and honestly just crave some of the submissive feeling that helps keep me focused and compliant.

I don’t mean to pester, and if you feel it’s unwarranted, I won’t bring it up again. Please have a wonderful day Ma’am.

Mike

Any time I make such a request, it’s usually after a few days of thought about it, as It’s already been made very clear Julie can give very harsh punishments. I know that I need to keep my mind in the right place though, and this includes knowing that she is the boss, and I need to do what she tells me, even when I know it will be very uncomfortable.

I waited through the afternoon with a tension in my stomach waiting for her reply, and it came later in the evening.

Ok then, as a reward for how well you have done on your weight loss... get your biggest dildo/plug up your bottom, then sit somewhere where your legs dangle, keep your hands in your head for 5 full minutes, naked and squirming. I want ONE thought in your head while you're sitting there: "Thank you for fucking my ass so deeply, Mistress Julie". Rock back and forth as you think that. Write to me after you are done.

Julie

I had sent Julie an email in the past and she knew that I had a dildo available to properly fulfill her command. I searched for an acceptable chair in the house that would work, but we don’t have a stool or something high enough to have my feet hang off. After checking in with her, I created and got approval to use what I will call my “accountability chair.”

The dildo is a 6” cock, with realistic balls attached. It doesn’t seem like its that big, taking it out of the package, but once it starts to go in it feels much bigger than that. Julie made sure to remind me that even on the chair, I was to sit backwards and have my feet up so that all my weight was directly applied to impaling me on the cock. 

I eventually had everything set up and straddled the chair. Lowering myself onto the cock, I tried to relax and slowly let it go deeper and deeper into me. I thankfully soon felt the wood of the chair on my ass cheeks, and the balls of the dildo touching the top of my crack. I slowly lifted my feet behind me and started the five-minute timer to ensure I completed the task I was given. 


I began to rock back and forth and focused on the one thought Julie told me I should have for the duration. “Thank you for fucking my ass so deeply Mistress Julie.” I hadn’t called her Mistress before, and it was a small but interesting change in my head. I very much imagined her sitting in the chair behind me, watching and making sure that I was following her commands exactly as she gave them. I fucked myself on the dildo, feeling it move inside of me slightly, as it wasn’t going in and out as much as pushing itself around. I noticed very quickly the effects it had on me. 

I repeated the mantra she had given me in my head and it made my cock hard. I’m not 19 anymore, and it usually takes some manual stimulation to get myself hard, but my hands were holding the back of the chair as I felt myself get erect. There was a small thud each time my thickening penis tapped the wood of the seat in front of me. The other thing that was quickly apparent was the dildo was clearly rubbing my prostate, as a glancing down I saw a clear string of precum stretching from the head of my penis to a small wet mark on the chair. In only a few minutes, the blue dildo had pushed several drops of cum out of my own cock. I was turned on, but I felt a much stronger desire to submit than fully orgasm. While it was in some way pleasurable, the cum wasn’t spurting but was simply cum leaking out of me as I rode the dildo. 

It was exactly what I needed. It wasn’t overly painful or punishing but was embarrassing and exposing. It turned me on but wasn’t just masturbating. It made me feel small and controlled. It made me feel submissive and taken. I felt her there, telling me to keep going, to ride faster, making fun of the little puddle I was making riding her cock.

The timer went off, and I decided that I should properly thank Mistress Julie for giving me what I needed. I wrote her a message and lowered myself back on the dildo to take the following. I really do mean it. 

Thank you for fucking my ass so deeply Mistress Julie. I will sleep tonight still feeling your cock deep inside of me. 

No, No. All the way down, boy.


There you go that's better, slut. 


Sunday, June 7, 2020

Thank you, Sir

(Very NSFW Fantasy continued...)

I heard Jen walking on the wooden floor of our second story, the old beams creaking a bit despite her light steps and sock covered feet. I’d been finishing up some emails I wanted to take care of, and been going over the two years worth of expenses I had found out about earlier in the evening. The money wasn’t the biggest issue; I had already received a return email about setting up a payment plan to take care of that rather quickly. The concern I had was more with Jen’s behavior and trying to hide it from me.

We discussed the issue only briefly at dinner, but the changes that were needed warranted a discussion held away from the ears of a toddler. Of course it wasn’t only a talk that she needed.

I finished up and went into the bedroom, where Jen was sitting on the end of the bed, her hands crossed on her lap. She was quiet, knowing what was coming soon. Of course, she had a knot in her stomach, anticipating the eventual conversation we were going to have about our new roles in our home. The conversation and what she thought might happen afterwards. I didn’t say anything, just took off my tie, sliding the fabric over itself and rolling it to place in my dresser. I untucked my dress shirt and began undoing each button as she sat in silence. I removed it and I walked by her to place it in the hamper by her side. Standing right in front of her, I undid the buckle of my belt, and pulled it off through the loops of my pants. It was thick, built for a man my size. I didn’t place it in it’s normal home in the second dresser drawer. Instead, I folded it over one onto itself and placed it on the bed, directly next to Jen.

“I’m taking my shower, you better be in your spot when I get out.”

I hear her take a small breath in at the words, her eyes glancing between the my leather belt next to her and the floor.

“Yes, Sir.” Came her reply.

I’d known what Jen was seeking for some time really. She read constantly and left most of her books around the house and bedroom. Nearly all of them were the same theme: A wife falling in love with a dominant man who was finally able to tame her the way she “secretly” desired. Most were just poorly written fluff, but I’d flipped through enough of them to see what they contained.  Love and romance, sure, but the kind that involved spankings, discipline, and control.

I’d told Jen at dinner in one sentence how our night would be ending. She was told that when I finished my shower, that she was to be stripped nude, with her nose in the corner of our bedroom.

I closed the door to the bathroom and went about my normal routine. A quick, hot shower to wash the day off and let my muscles relax some. I use the large white towel hung by to the door to dry off, wrapping it around my waist. I brush my teeth, rub some lotion on my hands and face to try to prevent the inevitable aging that comes to them. All the time, I don’t hear a sound from behind the bedroom door, and I half expect to find Jen exactly where I left her, having not moved. I run my hand through my still damp hair, and turn to open the door.

In the spot where Jen had been sitting was a pair of her jeans, and her white t-shirt, both folded neatly placed. By their side was a pair of her socks, and on top of the shirt, a folded pair of panties.

Jen was where I had told her to be. Standing in the corner, nude.



I walked to my side of the room, picking up my phone to see if there was any more correspondence in my email, as she anxiously fidgeted. Side to side she swayed, and kept putting her hands up to her face, brushing her hair, and biting her fingernails. 

“Hands at your side, stay still.”

She dropped her hands and stopped swaying. I continued scrolling, nothing in the inbox, but I also checked the local hockey scores, and what the weather was going to be like for tomorrow. I wanted her to feel the awkwardness of her situation. To know she was in the corner because I put her there.

Eventually, I walked her side of the room and sat down on the bed. I stared at her for a bit, making sure she wasn’t fidgeting still, but also admiring her body. Those early morning gym runs she’d been taking were having visible results. Her thighs looked toned and I could see the fine muscles in her back as she struggled to stay still. Her ass was high and tight, and flexed some as she shifted her weight slightly. My god, I’d have to remind myself later to look into giving her trainer a present.

“Come over here”

She turned and took a few steps towards me. 

“Right here, right in front of me.”

She planted her feet between mine as I sat on the edge of the bed. She put her hands in front of her trying to have some sort of modesty.

“I said hands at your sides Jen. Keep them there.”

She dropped her hands again, trying to flatten her palms against the sides of her legs. She reddened slightly, surely from being told to stand there. She squirmed as I looked her over, even brushing my hand against the small patch of pubic hair her esthetician has left above her vagina. I eventually relented, sitting up and placing my hands on top of hers.

“Jen, I’m disappointed you tried to hide this from me instead of talking to me about it. I think you know full well that you can come to me with anything, especially something like this.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“However, I do appreciate that you asked at dinner tonight, for something you seem to have needed for some time now.”

Her breaths were short and shallow. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now we are going to do two things tonight, before you go to bed. The first, is that we are going to discuss some new rules in this house. Rules that I will be making sure are followed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And the second thing, Jen, is that you are going to be punished for lying to me about this.”

She gave a slight stomp with her foot. “Mike, I didn’t lie, I just didn’t want -“

“JEN.” I squeeze her hand, enough to get her attention and focus her.

“I don’t want to hear it. Every day that I came home for the last two years and asked you how everything was, every one of those days, you lied to me. When I ask how you are, and you say fine, you were lying to me. It’s about more than the menu Jen. It’s about you knowing you needed something from me and keeping it to yourself by saying you were fine. Understand?”

She had dropped her shoulders a bit and I could tell she was starting to accept the point I was making.

“I know Mike, I’m really sorry.”

“I’m glad. We have to work together as a team to make this work, and that starts with communicating to each other.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, one of the best things about our new rules in the house is that we have an easy way to take care of it when we have an issue, so that we can correct it, and move forward without bad feelings.”

“Sir?” She asked, not exactly sure of what I was getting at.

“Well, till now what happened when you were stressed and made a mistake, or got to the point where you took your anger and attitude out on me, or worse, our daughter?”

“I mean nothing, I guess. I feel bad afterwards, and I don’t know, I try to make up for it later.”

“Sure, but does that make you feel better?”

She looked down at the floor again. “No, Sir.”

“No, it doesn’t. That’s because you haven’t felt like you’ve made up for it and been forgiven. So, it’s hard to move on, understand?”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“Starting right now, any time I feel it’s going to help you, I’m going to punish you, Jen. This isn’t just a bedroom rule, but always, no matter where we are. The point is that once you’ve been punished for something, we are going to hug each other, and with a kiss, you will be forgiven for whatever it is you need to move past.”

She stood for a few seconds thinking, working out in her mind what this really meant for her.

“Thank you, I think that will help me.”

“Good, I’m glad, Jen.” I said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze in affirmation.

“Now I want you to know that with our changes, the point is still for us to work as a team. We are still equals in our marriage, in that we equally need to help the other, giving them what they need. You need less stress. To start with, I will handle the bills and credit cards.”

She let out a breath, knowing that this was one of the more major roles she had been doing in the house.

“This doesn’t mean you can’t buy what you need or plenty of things that you just want. All it means is that I’ll make sure everything is paid on time and help with our budget for when you go to the store to get things. Everything will be set up right on my office desk so that you can see where we are at if you'd like, but you don’t have to worry about it every day now.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her shoulders relaxed some, and I could almost see some of her tension was already leaving her body at the thought of being free of these worries. She stood up a bit straighter and her shoulders fell back, pushing her breath out and forward a bit.

“Second, Jen, you talked tonight about wanting to feel like you were mine. Wanting to be taken, I believe your words were?”

Her breath shortened, and I could feel her tensing back up, but this time, not from stress. I pulled my hands off hers and ran them down the sides of her naked thighs.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied.

“I see. Well, the idea of our rules now Jen, is that we need to be taking care of each other when we need it. Wouldn’t you agree?” I open my knees some as she stands between them, rubbing my one of my palms on the inside of her thigh.

“Yes, Sir, of course.”

 “Good. And I also talked about communication. About us being open and honest about telling each other what we want.” I pushed the gently push on the inside of her right thigh, and her foot slides several inches to the side. 

“I think it’s important that I do the same. It’s not fair for only you to be required to tell me when there is something you want.”

“Yes, Sir. I want to know what you want as well.” She breaths out. Her hands are a still at her sides, but grasping her thighs now, more than resting on them. I continue rubbing the inside of her thigh, going higher and higher, until the top of my hand brushes across her pussy lips.

Her quick breath in tells me what I already expected. I take my middle finger and reach deep between her legs and run it firmly from just in front of her asshole, through her lips, and up just before getting to her clit. She grunts, digging her nails into her legs, and pulling my finger away brings a long string of her juices with it.





I held my shiny finger up.

“Jen, is this turning you on? 

She went beet red. 

“Jen I asked if you were turned on. I expect you to answer me honestly when I ask you something.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, what Jen?”

“Yes, I’m turned on Sir.”

I reached back down and wiped my finger off on her thigh. 

“I see. I think we were talking though, about you helping with things I want Jen, not your own desires.”

“Yes, Sir. I want very badly to make you happy.”

“Good, I’m glad. And my promise to you is that when I want something from you, I’m going to tell you, from here on. And since you’re going to be such a good girl for me, I expect that you will do as you’re told.”

She gives an audible moan and pushes her hips forward. I can see a drip running down the side of her inner thigh now.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll do whatever you ask, happily Sir.”

I smile at the thought. 

“Mmhmm. We will see. That’s all your rules for now Jen, but I continue examining our routine and tell you when I want something changed. For now, I expect you to communicate with me, and to do what you’re told.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now that we have that settled, there was a second thing we needed to take care of, isn’t there?”

She tensed her body again, clenching her hands into little fists, but still holding her position.

“Yes, Sir. There is.”

“And what was it we need to take care of?” Surely, she didn’t think that she would be let off that easily. Her hands clenched and released twice before she could say it.

“I need you to punish me for lying to you, Sir.”

“Ah yes, of course.”

I went to stand, and after sitting long enough the bath towel I had on had released itself. Rising up, I purposely let my very hard cock slide up her leg, against that drip I had seen earlier. She moaned again and started to move her hand to reach for it as I stood, my cock bent down, pressing hard up against her clit.

“DO NOT MOVE, I told you.” Her hands shooting back to her thighs. I moved towards her slightly, the top of my cock sliding along her wet pussy. She moaned again, my cock playing her like an obscene cello. Moving to the side, I stepped around her, again wiping her juices on the side of her leg.

“No fun before we take care of this Jen.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I walked over and picked up the belt I had laid on the comforter earlier. Moving back around to her, I took the towel from my shower, folded it in half longways, and rolled it up. Placing it on the edge of the bed, I took my hand and reached behind her head. Grasping a handful of hair, I guided her forward towards the bed. She moaned again, and waddled forward, not wanting to move her hands until I gave her permission.

“Over.” I said, guiding her hips to the towel roll, and pushing her head and the handful of hair I had down to the bed until her face was against it.




“You’re going to get 24. One for each month you’ve lied to me. I’ll give them in sets of six. You don’t need to count, and you can tuck your hands underneath you. You will not reach back or move out of position until I’m done, understood Jen?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She knew what was coming and braced herself. I sat the belt in the middle of her ass, taking aim. She already clenched at the feel, and I considered telling her that would only make it hurt more kept quiet. She would learn.

Reaching high and behind me, I swung the belt down in a smooth swift stroke. 

CRACK

I saw her ass clench, but she didn’t move or make a sound. Giving about two seconds between swats, I reached back and swung down again.

CRACK

CRACK

One of her feet came off the ground for a moment in protest, but still no sound or other movement from her. 

CRACK

CRACK

CRACK

The sixth swat got a grunt out of her, and she shifted forward in the towel some.  I could already see the outline of my belt on her fair skin, as it nicely reddened from the strikes.

“Jen, what is my expectation moving forward with you?”

“That I communicate my needs with you and do as you tell me for your needs, Sir.”

“Very good!” I praise her, rubbing my hand on her ass to take some sting out. “Next six.”

CRACK

CRACK

CRACK

A solid grunt from the last one. She’s actually quiet stoic so far and I’m not sure if she’s just accepted her punishment, or if I should increase the intensity to make my point.

CRACK

CRACK

CRACK

“Ow Mike, Ow!” She squeaks, again pushing her hips forward to try to get away from the swats. Now we are in business.

“Halfway there Jen. Hopefully, next time you’ll think twice before doing something like this.” 

“Yes, Sir.” She replies, and I can hear the emotion rising in her. She sniffs before the next six come.

CRACK 

CRACK

CRACK 

“Ehhhh, OWWW!”

CRACK

CRACK 

CRACK 

“MIKE, OW, IT HURTS!” She pleads, now openly starting to have tears. She sniffs again, trying to catch her breath. 

I stop for a second and move to the side or the bed she is facing.

“Jen, look at me.”

She opens her eyes, tears and mascara running down slowly. 

“You know this is what you need.”

That’s all it took for the tears to flow fully and the sobs to come out. The emotion poured out of her, along with the tension, embarrassment, guilt, and stress that had built up in her world. She finally let go and it all came pouring out at once.

“I KNOW IT IS. I LOVE YOU, AND I’M SO SORRY THAT I LIED TO YOU! PLEASE PUNISH ME MIKE!” She sobbed, barely intelligible through her short breaths and heavy crying.

“I think you mean Sir. Last six Jen. These will be the hardest, don’t move.”

She just nodded into the comforter.

Reaching up high again, I brought the belt down hard. It wasn’t overly heavy, so I wasn’t worried about causing her damage, but swings like these are ones she would still feel in the morning.

CRACK

CRACK 

CRACK

“AHHH OWWWW, OWwwwwwWW!" she now screamed into the comforter. I was going to have to come up with a different plan if she was going to be this loud, the little one was across the house but still.

The last three I put my arm into. 

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Both her feet left the floor and she rolled to her side, but her hands stayed under her as she wailed into the bed. She sobbed and sobbed for several minutes, some from the pain, but mostly releasing the last of her old worries away. Setting the belt down on the bed, I reached for the lotion she kept on her nightstand and put some on my hand. I touched her ass, causing her to flinch hard at the touch, but she relaxed quickly as she felt the cool lotion being rubbed on.

I was gentle and mostly held my hand still as she rubbed her ass against it. Her breathing had slowed almost to normal, and her movement indicated a different goal than just cooling lotion. She knew I was still standing directly behind her, and with her legs straight, pushed her ass back further and further until she felt it touch my still rock-hard cock. We both groaned, my cock feeling the warmth of her now bright red ass, as she wiggled and tried to maneuver for what she was after. 

I pushed her hips back to the bed. 

“I told you not to move.”

And with that I pushed the full length of my cock deep inside her. She made a guttural moan, one of lust and thanks and pleasure and pain all at once. One hand on her hip the other in the center of her shoulders keeping her bent over, I moved in and out of her. She was unbelievably wet and grunted with each thrust into her, pushing her ass up to meet me.

After everything from the night, this was what I needed now. I ground her  shoulders into the bed and fucked her hard and fast, pushing her body forward with each thrust. I quickly felt my orgasm build, and with one final push, I pressed as deep into her as I could, feeling the heat from her punished ass cheeks against my pelvis. I held her still as I came, contraction after contraction pumping deep into her. 

Letting go of her hips and slowly taking the pressure of my hand from her back, I saw her taking deep breaths. Sighs and heaves. I pulled my cock out and she gasped, pushing her hips back, pleading for it to remain. I ran my hand up her spine, rubbing her back, seeing a red mark where my hand had been holding her. I laid my body on top of hers, feeling the sweat and warmth of her back. I held her hair and reached over, kissing her lips, pushing my tongue between them and lingering with my own. 

“That’s my good girl. Go get cleaned up, it’s past your bedtime.”

I watched as she smiled with her eyes closed.

“Thank you, Sir.”


(To be continued...)