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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.