[Fiction] Weekend At Julie's

[Whispering Dom]

Well, here's a sequel to my short story The Tables Turned. While it's not strictly speaking necessary to read that one, I'd recommend doing so if you haven't, as you'll know the two main characters and their relationship. It's pretty short...


Part 1

I was glad it was winter. It meant I could wear a coat that would enable me to hide my hardon when I got off the train at Edinburgh, a hardon that had seemed determined not to release it’s hold on me for the last hour and a half.

Well, I’d been thinking about Julie, obviously, anticipating seeing her in the flesh for the first time since she’d stayed with me down in London. We’d still talked and played over WhatsApp, but it just wasn’t the same, and the thought that I’d soon be feeling her hands on my body and more was driving me crazy. And of course, she’d told me not to jerk off for the whole week before I was to come up so there’s a lot of pent up arousal here!


That second night in London, with some trepidation I’d agreed to continue what we had started in the morning. A part of me just wanted vanilla sex with her, to go down again on her smooth crotch, maybe to fuck her, I mean she’s really sexy. I had no experience with BDSM, and it also seemed weird to me that I might be submissive because really I’m quite an alpha guy, but that experience in the morning had been really quite something, so with my heart pounding I’d agreed to let her take control again.

At that point I’d expected that when she went into Domme mode she’d start acting bossy, ordering me around and so on, but that certainly didn’t seem to be her style. She was just Julie, and everything she did with me was done quietly, with a naughty grin on her face, and not once did I come close to objecting to anything she wanted to do. It was strange, but suddenly I felt a deep desire to please her, to put myself in her hands and accept that she knew what she was doing.

Oh, she’d tied me to the bed which did seem like it was pretty common BDSM stuff, but what she did with her hands and mouth - and yes, on occasions her feet - left me panting, she’d played with me for what seemed like hours without letting me climax. I suddenly realized I’d started begging her, begging her to let me orgasm I was so desperate, but she didn’t… Was it cruel? At the time I thought so, not least because she must have made me make her cum at least three times - I lost count. My mouth was aching from having her sat on my face and pleasuring her, and added to that, my own arousal from her taste was overwhelming. I actually have no idea how I didn’t spontaneously erupt…

Finally she’d allowed me my own release and it was ecstasy. I thought I’d cum hard that morning, but my orgasm ending the evening session just seemed to go on forever. And then she’d untied me, and let me fall asleep in her arms. I think I regressed to being an infant.

Well, we’d both agreed we’d like to try and continue this relationship, if you could call it that, but were both fully aware that the distance between us would make it a challenge. As I said, we talked often and had cyber sessions, but in the end that’s just masturbation, and I found myself aching for the real thing. I’m pretty sure Julie felt the same. Getting together sooner hadn’t been a possibility, I’d been busy and Julie had started a job up in Edinburgh, but eventually we found a weekend when we were both free, and she’d suggested I come up and stay with her. I hadn’t hesitated for a second.


So here we are, the train has pulled into Edinburgh station, and closing my coat around me, I get off the train and walk up the platform. I see Julie waiting on the concourse and if it’s possible my hardon got harder. I pulled my coat tighter around me and walked over to her. She looked up at me and put her arms around my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and that look she has.

“Hey Pete. Good to see you in the flesh.” She winks at me. “Looking forward to our weekend?” My cock pulsed. She led me to the taxi rank and when our turn came we got in and she gave the driver her address. We chatted about normal stuff in the car, she asked me about work, told me about her job. My hardon even dissipated which was, to be honest a relief, it had been getting painful. The ride was short, and then she was unlocking her front door and inviting me inside. She gave me a look that started to get me hard again and led me into the kitchen. And there, sitting at the table was another girl…

“This is Louise” Julie said. “She’s my flatmate.” My mind was spinning, was she going to share me with someone else? It hadn’t occurred to me that there’d be anyone else here, I’d assumed we’d be alone. A part of me thought that it might be incredibly hot to be with two women, but another part of me just wanted Julie. I looked round at her, saw her grinning at me, swallowed hard, a tingling of excitement mixed with trepidation wondering what might be in store for me. “She’s going away for the weekend, but she wanted to meet you.” I breathed a quiet sigh of relief although I’d have to admit there might have been a twinge of disappointment, smiled and put my hand out to shake Louise’s.

“Nice to meet you.” I said She smiled back at me.

“And you Pete. Julie’s told me all about you, so I couldn’t just head out without saying hello” she said. I felt my face flush at the thought that this girl knew what Julie did with me, the previous thoughts of being with two women now banished by a wave of humiliation. Made me a bit angry if I’m honest, I mean I hadn’t told anyone, not even my closest friends that Julie was anything more than a long distance girlfriend. Yeah, that pissed me off a bit and I gave Julie a kind of cold look. She just smiled at me. “Well, I guess I’d better be going. Lizzie’s going to wonder what’s taking me so long.” And she winked at Julie as I stood there with my mouth hanging open.

After she’d left I’d turned to Julie. “Lizzie?” I asked. “My Lizzie?” Julie laughed at me.

“Yes, that Lizzie, and I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but Louise is Lizzie’s girlfriend.” Ok my head was spinning.

“Lizzie’s a lesbian?”

“No. She’s bi. They both are and they hooked up a month or so back when Lizzie came to visit.” I’m shaking my head, I’d have never guessed that about Lizzie, I thought I had a good sense for that kind of thing. Then come to think of it, Louise hadn’t struck me that way either. I look at Julie, she’s grinning at me, but not in a nasty way, and I just let some of my confusion go. I hear her speak. “Now.” I look at her. “Are you ready for our weekend?” I take a deep breath, and nod my head.

“Yes Julie. I’m ready.”

[m55uk4younger]

Looking forward to reading the next part.

[Whispering Dom]

She leads me out of the kitchen and along the hallway and opens a door to what I presume is her bedroom.

“You’re to be naked the whole time you are inside the flat. You can take your clothes off here and then come and join me back in the kitchen.” No discussion, no argument expected, no statement that this is a ‘rule’ or anything like that. Just get naked and come to me. And she walks out of the room, leaving the door open. Although it’s absolutely something I want to do, to be naked with her, I can feel myself trembling lightly and my heart has started to beat faster. I walk to the door and close it and start to undress. And of course, I’m starting to get hard again…

Naked, I open the door to her bedroom. Honestly, it had occurred to me to jerk off quickly, maybe start the weekend not at arousal state 11 out of 10, but it didn’t seem right. And I guess Julie would expect me to be aroused. I walk back down the hallway and into the kitchen. Julie is sitting at the kitchen table and she looks up at me as I walk in, my hardon pointing straight at the ceiling.

“Happy to be here I see” she says with a grin and I feel may face flush hot. She stands up and walks to me and I spasm as I feel her gently cupping my balls. “But you’ve already been a bad boy, haven’t you.” She’s looking up at me.

“Huh?” I look at her, no idea what she’s talking about. Maybe she knew I’d been thinking about jerking off. “N-no… I don’t think so.” I say quietly and jerk as she runs her fingers up me.

“But you closed the bedroom door. Didn’t you.” I nod dumbly at her. “You’re my sub, no secrets from me, you don’t close any doors without my permission.” I swallow hard.

“S-sorry… I didn’t realize… Ohhhh…” as she slowly starts to stroke me.

“Well, I’ll forgive you this time… But I still think that merits a little punishment, don’t you?” I look down at her. She’s never mentioned punishments before.

“I-If you think so…” I say, my voice tailing off. She stops stroking my cock and looks at me. She smiles and nods her head.

“Yes, I do.” It looks like she’s thinking. “Turn round, put your hands on the table and bend over.” I gulp, but do as she says, and despite everything my cock spasms. “Close your eyes.” I close them, and wait…

I can tell she’s there, but have no idea what she’s doing. Suddenly there’s a loud slap and a streak of pain on my butt. Again, I’m amazed that my cock spasms. And another, harder even, or maybe it’s just cumulative pain. And again. It’s painful, it’s humiliating and fuck it, it’s turning me on. Another and my butt cheeks are stinging but my cock is still absolutely throbbing. Two more and I’m gasping for breath.

“Ok. You can open your eyes and turn around.” Slowly I open my eyes and turn to face her. I look at her hands, what the fuck had she used on me? But her hands are empty. Damn, she’s one strong girl. She’s looking at me. “You know, much as I love seeing you so happy to be here with me, I think we might have to relieve the pressure a bit. Can’t have you walking around the place with that hardon the whole weekend, can we.” I breath in deeply. Yes, she’s going to make me cum, and god do I need it. I feel like I’ve had a raging hardon forever.

“Thank you Julie. That would be great.” I lean back against the table, jump slightly as my butt cheeks touch it, and spread my legs for her. And wait as she looks at me. I desperately want to cum.

“Well?” She says, standing there looking at me. “Go on, what are you waiting for?” And she crosses her arms.

“W-what?”

“Toss yourself off for me. Now.” I blush deeply. Ok, I’ve masturbated for and with her on cam, but in real life? Why would she have me do that, and besides, I want her hands on me - or whatever she was going to use…

“R-really?” I stutter. She nods. “You’re not going to…” She shakes her head. Once again I feel humiliation surging through me. Masturbating when there’s another person there, especially one I fancy so much… I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone except her on cam. I don’t understand why she doesn’t want to do it, I mean she was stroking me only a few minutes ago. She’s looking me right in the eyes.

“Go on.” She says. “Before I change my mind, and if I do that I may not let you cum at all this weekend.” I look at her pitifully, but she’s not flinching. And the thought of not being allowed to cum at all… That’s too much to bear.

Slowly I drop my hand to my cock and start to stroke. I close my eyes, try to imagine I’m on my own.

“Open your eyes.” It’s said quietly, but in no way is it not a command. I open them and look at her. “Good boy.” She smiles at me.

I keep stroking. It’s not going to take long, my breathing is already getting faster and I’m throbbing. I look at her watching me and as well as humiliation, I feel a surge of arousal as I see her eyes fixed on me. I’m trembling all over as my orgasm surges to the surface. I lean back hoping it’ll go on my stomach and chest. What a vain hope. I cum hard, my semen shooting off to the side, landing on the kitchen table, I’m embarrassed, but the release is awesome and I keep stroking hard as another ribbon spurts out which at least does land on me. I lean back against the table, exhausted, my breathing coming in heaving gasps. Finally it slows and I look at her. She’s standing exactly where she had been, but is smiling broadly.

“Nice action” she says with a grin. “Messy as usual” and I feel my face flush. “I think you can clean it up yourself.” and with that she throws me a roll of kitchen towel.

[Whispering Dom]

We’re in her bedroom. I’m still naked obviously, Julie isn’t, just barefooted. She’s sat on her bed and I’m sat on the floor at her feet, massaging them. It’s been about an hour since she’d made me jerk myself off in the kitchen, and at least I’ve been soft since then, but now I can feel a definite tingling in my groin and I know it’s inevitable that I’m going to be hard again soon. Fuck, this situation is turning me on like crazy.

I guess she knows that’s going to happen, she knows it’s a turn on for me to be naked around her when she’s clothed, well, I had told her it was a fantasy. At least now it’s no longer humiliating, or a fantasy, at least not with Julie. But now I’m desperate to see her naked in the flesh again. My mind wanders to what it might have been like had she made me get naked in front of Louise, and I shiver lightly.

“Ahh…” she sighs and I look up at her. “Good boy, that feels so nice.” She flexes the foot that’s in my hands then wiggles her toes as I keep gently massaging it. “Are you enjoying yourself?” She gives me one of her looks and I blush, feel my cock starting to stiffen just a little.

“Yes Julie…” Gently she pulls her foot away from my hands and I sit there looking up at her as she looks down at me. Slowly she stands up, looking at me all the time.

“Get up and come with me.” She starts to walk towards the door. I get to my feet and follow like an adoring puppy. She walks down the hallway and leads me into the bathroom. She turns and looks me over. “I think it’s time for a shave, don’t you?” I realize she’s not talking about my face, at least that’s not where she’s looking. I look down at myself. I’d let my pubic hair grow back since she’d cut it off back in my kitchen. Actually I hadn’t minded how it looked without hair, it had made my cock look bigger, and what guy wouldn’t like that, but I really wasn’t into shaving down there, and she’d never told me I should. I swallow and nod.

“Ok Julie.” She is filling the sink with water, and then she turns back to me with scissors in her hands. My mind flashes back to when she’d first done that in my kitchen. She kneels down in front of me and starts to cut my hair away. At least I’m not terrified this time, but it certainly isn’t helping me stay soft. After she’s chopped most of it away she reaches round and comes back with a can of shaving cream, I guess it’s what she uses on herself, and then a razor. I tense slightly, but she seems to know what she’s doing and within a minute or two she’s wiping the residue of the cream away, and I look down and see I’m totally smooth. Not to mention totally hard again. She leans forward and takes me in her mouth, slowly sliding her lips along me, I shudder with pleasure. Slowly she pulls away, looks up at me and smiles.

“So much better like that” she says, then reaches into the pocket of her jeans, pulls her phone out and before I have time to react she has taken a few close up snaps of my hairless and very hard cock. “Just for me” she says looking up at me. “Probably. Lou might want to see it, but you don’t need to worry about that, she’s spoken for.” I’m blushing furiously, and she laughs quietly.

She gets to her feet, and stands in front of me and I feel her hands slowly caressing me. Despite my orgasm not that long ago I already need to cum again. This girl turns me on like fucking crazy. She leans forward and kisses me softly on the mouth. “You’re so sweet, you know that?” I moan quietly as she runs her hands over me, and she giggles. “I’m going to take a shower…” She’s looking at me. “And you’re going to wash me. All over.” Oh god, yes, finally, I’m going to see my gorgeous girl naked in the flesh. My cock spasms. “Undress me.”

I lift her t shirt over her head and drop it on the floor, she’s wearing a small lacy black bra. Slowly I reach around behind her and unclip it, pull it away revealing her breasts, nipples so hard, which I have to say makes me happy. Would have been a bit unsettling if she’d not been aroused having me naked like this. I so want to lean in and kiss them, run my tongue around them, suck them… But she only told me to undress her, nothing more. Still, I take the opportunity to at least run my hands down her naked flesh to the waistband of her jeans and unbutton them, pulling the fly down. I’m actually trembling with anticipation and I’m absolutely throbbing. I push the waistband of her jeans down until it clears her hips and they fall to her ankles. She steps out of them and kicks them aside. She’s wearing matching lace panties, and when I look momentarily in the mirror, I see they are in fact a thong. I almost moan out loud seeing her gorgeous ass. Slowly I put my hands on her waist and slip them down and she steps out of them, leaving her standing naked, I can’t stop staring at her naked body. Finally I tear my eyes away and look at her face, see her grinning at me, and she leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips.

“Good boy. Now go and turn the shower on.” I look around, see a bathtub with shower curtain and walk over, pulling the curtain aside I reach down and turn the taps on, wait for the water to run warm and pull the knob for the shower. I stand back up, turn to her and stand aside to let her climb in, which she does, immediately dipping herself under the stream of water, then stepping back, turning, looks at me and beckons me to join her. I step in myself, the water splashing over me. As seems to be my normal state when I’m with her, I feel like I might explode. She takes a bar of soap from the little soap shelf and hands it to me, and stands looking at me expectantly.

I rub the soap in my hands and then put the bar back on its shelf, and with a deep breath I lean forward putting my slippery hands on her shoulders and start to slowly rub her skin. I move my hands slowly down, finally running them across her breasts. I actually do moan with pleasure, and look up at her as I hear her giggle. My hands linger on her breasts, my thumbs brushing her nipples. I wonder if I could lean in and kiss them now, but then that’s not strictly speaking washing them so I just allow myself a few extra moments caressing them, and shudder with arousal as I hear her sigh.

I let my hands run down across her belly, and slowly push them between her legs. She moans lightly and I have the strongest urge to masturbate her, but she hasn’t told me to, so I make do with gently running my fingers across her lips. Oh I want to make her cum now, possibly even more than I want to cum myself, and that’s a lot! I take the soap again and rub it between my hands then start to rub down her legs. I drop to my knees, slowly massaging her skin, all the way down to her feet, which she lifts up one at a time to let me wash them. I look up at her, see her looking down at me smiling, and then she turns around and leans herself against the wall. I start to work up the back of her legs, slowly soaping them. I stand again and rub more soap onto my hands then slowly start to caress her butt cheeks. It’s just not possible for me to be more turned on than I am now, I’m almost in a trance as I caress her skin, pushing my fingers between her cheeks and soaping between them. I moan again out loud and let my hands continue up her back rubbing her as if I were giving her a massage, all the way up to her shoulders and neck. Finally I collapse forward against her back, my hands still resting on her shoulders panting as if I’ve just run a marathon. I hear her sigh.

“Not quite finished” she says quietly. I don’t understand until I feel her spread her legs, and my heart leaps. I take more soap and kneel again behind her, my hands going immediately between her legs, at last, permission to touch her. I run my hands over and between her lips and feel her shudder. Slowly I start to masturbate her, hear her moaning quietly, I lean in and kiss her butt cheeks as I continue to play with her, partly lust, partly to stifle my own moans of arousal. She’s gently thrusting back against my hands as I caress her and her moans too are getting louder and more frequent and I speed up my caressing. It’s not long before I feel her shudder and hear her softly cry out as she orgasms, I nearly cum myself, and groan with desire and pleasure.

Slowly she turns round, leaning her butt against the wall and looks down at me still kneeling. “Good boy” she says quietly and then spreads her legs again. “One more I think.” And she smiles at me. I don’t need more prompting, I love to make her orgasm, and I love how she seems to have an insatiable sexual appetite. I lean forward and push my face against her, kissing up and down her lips, pushing my tongue out and probing her deeply. I pull my tongue out and start to run it around her clit, hear her sigh with pleasure and start to lap at it. I stiffen my tongue and push it deep inside her again, groaning with my own arousal. She’s pushing herself against my face, water from the shower still splashing over us, I come out again and return to her clit sucking at it then lapping at it fast with my tongue, and I’m rewarded as I feel her shudder as she cums again. I fall back onto my haunches and look up at her.

She’s breathing deeply, smiling down at me, and then she leans forward, puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes me backwards. I fall awkwardly back, untangling my legs and pushing them out so I’m lying in the bathtub. She’s straddling me and kneels across my legs, her hands rubbing my chest. I really, really hope she’s going to jerk me off, it’s almost painful how hard I am. She leans forward and gives me a quick kiss on the lips and then she sits forward and adjusts herself so she’s sitting on my cock. She starts to rub herself back and forth on me, and it’s really not going to be long before I cum. Suddenly she reaches between her legs and grabs me. I assume she’s going to finish me like that with her hands as she lifts it up, and I gasp in surprise as she sits back down on me, my cock sliding easily inside her.

Now, we’ve not actually fucked until now. Lots of masturbation and oral sex, and of course the cyber sex, but that doesn’t count. So it catches me by surprise being inside her as she starts to ride me. It feels incredible and her face is flushed with arousal also. She’s looking me in the eyes, her own breathing heavy, and I know it’s not going to be long before I cum and I suspect she’s going to also. I look up at her, gasping, ready to explode…

“I’m going to cum Julie…” I gasp. Well just in case, I mean I’m not wearing a condom. She looks down at me breathing fast and smiles through her slightly parted lips.

“Yes. Cum.” And I do, my whole body bucking with the release as she continues to ride me hard, and I’m thrilled to see her orgasm again as she feels my semen shooting into her. We stay like that for a while, her straddling me as my cock slowly softens and our breathing slows. The water has started to get cold, and eventually she turns with me still inside her and turns the shower off. She turns back and looks down at me smiling and climbs off me and out of the bathtub. I struggle to get up and get out also. She’s drying herself off with a towel and she grabs another and hands it to me and I dry myself off.

Still naked, she beckons me to follow her out of the bathroom and we go to back her room and she lays on the bed and indicates for me to join her. I’m exhausted, I’d sleep on the floor if she told me to, but I’m so happy lying next to her. She runs her fingers over my chest, brushing my nipples, lets them slip down my stomach, and gently plays with my now soft and totally spent cock.

“I like you shaved” she says. “I want you to keep it that way for me.” I look at her. “Will you?” she asks. And of course I will. And would even if she weren’t my Domme.

[Whispering Dom]

I wake, disoriented, until I remember I’m in Julie’s bed. The last thing I remember is her caressing my newly shaved cock and saying she wants me to keep it that way. I must have been knackered if I’ve slept through the night, but that doesn’t surprise me, she gave me quite a going over yesterday, physically and I’d have to say mentally. I get out of the bed and walk to the open door, I can hear the shower running in the bathroom. Well, she may have sated me yesterday, but today… I can already feel myself getting hard. For a moment I think about going to join her in the bathroom, the way I have with plenty of women the morning after, but then those were different times. If she’d wanted me in there with her she’d have woken me and told me to go with her. I climb back into the bed and wait for her to finish showering, see what she has in store for me today.

I hear the shower stop, and a few minutes later the bathroom door open and Julie walks in wrapped in a towel. Even covered up she looks lovely, and she really does have nice legs.

“Good morning” she says brightly. “You must have been really tired, you went out like a light.”

“Yeah, I guess…” She looks at me, grinning.

“And I hadn’t really finished with you. You realize that? I was going to have you give me another orgasm… Or two.” I feel my face flush, and at the same time I feel a pang of regret, after all, I love to be allowed to make her cum.

“Sorry.” I say rather lamely. She giggles.

“Well, you may get a small punishment for that, we’ll see how well you behave for the rest of the day.” She drops her towel and I let out an involuntary moan. Maybe I can make up for it now and give her an orgasm… Or two. But it seems that’s no longer her agenda as she slips on panties and a bra, then pulls on her jeans and puts a t shirt over her head covering her gorgeous body. I realize that in previous, vanilla relationships when I’ve been in a similar position I’ve told the girl to come back to bed. But not here, not with Julie. With her I do what I’m told. I let out a sigh.

“Something wrong?” she asks. I shake my head. She’s looking at me. “Get out of bed and come here.” I pull the sheet off me and walk to her, my cock now fully hard… again. She smiles. “Kneel down.” I don’t argue, just drop to my knees in front of her. “I want you to kiss my feet.” I look up at her. I’d told her in my original failed attempt to get her into bed that I had a thing about women’s feet, and she hasn’t let me forget it, constantly wiggling her toes at me during cam calls, and yesterday making me massage them. Actually I don’t mind, turns out I kind of do like her feet, they are cute and small - like her.

I breath in and dip my face down and kiss the top of her right foot, then the top of her left, letting my lips linger on her soft skin. I kneel back up. “Again.” Unquestioning I do as she says, I’m throbbing with arousal as I kneel on the floor in front of her. Again, I kneel back up and look up at her, and start when I feel her start to massage me with her right foot. Oh fuck it, at this rate, if she wants to jerk me off with her foot who am I to complain. She laughs, and then, as if she’d read my mind…

“Maybe one day… Not now.” She’s looking down at me. “Now, why don’t you go and take a shower and then come to the kitchen and we can have some breakfast.” I look up at her from my place kneeling on the floor.

“Yes Julie” I say.

“And no touching in the shower, you understand, you’re not to jerk off.” I nod, not that I was planning it. “And remember, no clothes while you’re in here with me.” I nod again. “Off you go.” She says and watches as I get to my feet and walk naked out of the room.

I walk to the bathroom, close the door… Then very quickly open it again, remembering what she’d told me yesterday. Damn, I really hope she didn’t hear the door close. I turn on the shower, get in and give myself a quick wash, spending very little time around my genitals, as though I wasn’t planning on jerking off when I do touch them it’s not that easy. I get out, dry myself off, and since I don’t need clothes, or at least since I’m not allowed them, I walk down the hallway to the kitchen.

Julie is in there with a cup of tea and a bowl of cereal. Still barefooted I notice. “Want some tea?” she asks looking up at me. I nod and she gets up and puts a tea bag into a mug and splashes hot water from the kettle over it. She fishes the bag out with a spoon then pours some milk into the mug, gives it a stir and hands it to me. “No sugar” she says, then looks up at me and smiles. “You’re sweet enough already.” I blush like a little girl, then almost throw the tea all over myself as I feel her give me a quick stroke. She goes and sits down again and resumes her breakfast, then without even looking at me she speaks. “If you want something to eat you can get it yourself, I just made the tea for you because you’ve been generally good. So far.” I shake my head and walk over to the counter, see a loaf of bread and a toaster, so put a couple of slices in, and stand there waiting for it to toast, sipping the tea. I must be getting used to being naked around her and even though it’s still a huge turn on, it no longer feels humiliating. In fact, I’d have to say I like it.

The toast pops up, I find a plate and fish it out, then go over and sit at the table with Julie. She takes another spoonful of cereal, turns to look at me then puts the spoon down in the bowl. She reaches over and swats my leg.

“Keep your legs spread open for me.” She glares at me. “What. Are you suddenly shy or something?” I shake my head in confusion, is she angry with me. “You’re mine, remember that. Never try to keep anything hidden from me” And she goes back to her cereal as I make a show of spreading my legs, trying to appease her. She glances over. “Good boy. That’s better.” That was weird, she’s not really been like that before, I mean she hasn’t needed to be, I’ve always been happy to do what she tells me, and it’s not like I had closed them on purpose… I’d just sat down. It kind of upset me that she might be angry with me. I put my plate with the toast on the table, then very slowly I slip down off the chair and go to my knees, which are consciously spread wide open, at her feet. She looks down at me and puts her spoon back in her bowl.

“I’m sorry Julie. I really didn’t mean to make you angry. I’m really so sorry. Will you forgive me?” I look up at her and realize that I meant all of that, in fact I think I’m close to tears. Weirdest fucking feeling I’ve ever had in my life. And I’m kneeling stark naked and totally erect on the floor in front of a woman that I realize I’m crazy about. She looks at me for a long moment. I have no idea if she’s acting, playing, serious… I’m utterly lost. Then she turns in her seat and leans forward and strokes my hair. She doesn’t say a word, but I feel her rubbing my cock with her foot again. Maybe she’s decided that in fact this is the day she’s going to jerk me off with her feet. But after a moment she pulls her foot away, and sits back.

“It’s Ok. I was a bit harsh. Just wanted to remind you that you’re mine. You understand that.” It’s not a question and I just nod. “Good, now sit back up and finish your breakfast.” She looks at me. “Keep those legs spread though, I’m enjoying your newly shaved look.” I get back up on my chair and we finish our breakfast in silence. I realize that while I may well be getting used to being naked around Julie, and enjoying it, the arousal is real, almost painful, and I know I want to cum again. Problem is, it’s no longer my choice. I must have let out a frustrated sigh.

“What’s wrong?” She’s looking at me. “Did I really upset you?” I shake my head.

“No… I mean yeah, I was worried that I had made you angry, but I understand that we’re ok… So no.”

“What is it then?” I look at her, but don’t say anything, I just try to think it very loud, it just feels too pathetic to tell her I desperately need to cum, and anyway, surely she can tell, but then if she’d wanted me to cum she’d have done it, either with her feet or some other way. Or even like yesterday told me to masturbate, but she’d specifically told me not to when she told me to shower. I shake my head sadly. She stands up slowly and comes over to me, takes my face in her hands and lifts me up to look at her. I really do feel so strange, because it feels utterly pathetic, but I realize that our dynamic is what it is, my orgasms are hers, when she wants them, not when I do. Thank god she doesn’t seem to be into denial, that would be awful.

She’s looking down at me, then she leans forward and kisses me. “It’s ok, I know. Don’t worry.” She strokes my cheek tenderly and smiles. “Lucky for you it’s what I want too, just don’t want to wear you out, don’t want you falling asleep on me again.” She pauses and I feel a pang of humiliation. Then she smiles. “Still I think you might have enough in you today, don’t you?” I look at her dumbly and nod my head.

Then, to my amazement she drops to her knees, leans forward and takes me in her mouth. I almost climax as I feel the warm wetness of her mouth envelop me, but I clench my muscles and manage to hold it back. She keeps sucking me, running her lips all the way up and off me for a moment, swirling her tongue around the head, kissing it, then slowly taking me back in. I moan with pleasure, she’s had me in her mouth before, but only for a couple of seconds, a couple of quick up and downs, then she’s always come back off me, so I wasn’t really sure if she likes giving a blow job. I’m definitely beginning to think she does now though, likes it, and knows exactly how to do it. I’m so very close to orgasm, the feeling of her soft lips on me bringing me closer every second. For the second time this weekend I don’t know whether she wants me to cum where she has me.

“Ohhh.. I’m going to cum…” She comes up off me and looks at me, smiles and drops her head down again and I cannot hold out and I climax. I lean back, close my eyes, I hear her swallowing open my eyes and look down, and still she’s running her lips up and down me, finally coming off me and licking me clean. I’m leaning back in the chair breathing hard. Lots of new things, lots of firsts this weekend, that’s for sure, and for the main part, all good, no better than good, wonderful. She’s looking up at me smiling a little pink flush to her cheeks. Suddenly, there’s a buzzing sound. She looks round and I watch as she stands up and picks up her phone from the table and looks at it. She swipes the screen and puts the phone to her ear. I feel a momentary pang of jealousy wondering who she’s talking to. I feel like I could totally get used to us being the only two people on the planet.

“Hey” she says into the phone and then listens. My face flushes hot as I see her lick her lips, so weird to see her talking with someone on the phone moments after giving me the best blowjob of my life. “Oh, Ok.” She listens again. “No, of course not, that’s fine.” A pause. “What sort of time do you think?” Listens again. “Ok.” Another pause. “No, of course not.” Another pause. “Ok, see you. Bye.” She looks down at me for a moment, then lifts the phone and takes another picture of me sitting naked in the chair. Just for her. I hope. “Well, a slight change of plan I’m afraid” she looks at me. “Louise is coming back earlier than expected, apparently Lizzie had to go to work unexpectedly. So I guess you’ll be putting on some clothes.” Well, I’m relieved that she’s not going to make me stay naked with Louise in the flat, but at the same time I’m disappointed. I’m really enjoying being naked around her like this, not to mention the fact that I really want to see her naked again.

“Come with me” she says, heading for the door. Once again, I follow without hesitation. This time we head away from her bedroom and the bathroom, and she leads me into what I guess is their living room. She looks at me. “I want you to experience being naked in every room in the flat” she says very matter of factly. “Well, not Lou’s room of course.” She pauses. “But every other room, because whenever you come up here, you will be naked when we are alone.” She’s looking at me, and I just nod. I’m ok with that, in fact I like the idea a lot. It looks as though she’s thinking.

“What time will Louise be coming back?” I ask, if for no other reason than to break the silence.

“In about an hour I think.” Still it looks as though she’s thinking. Suddenly she seems to make some kind of decision. “Come on, let’s go back to my room for now.” She turns and walks out and I follow, her naked plaything.

[Whispering Dom]

Back in her room she turns and looks at me.

“I’m sorry, Lou was supposed to be gone until late tonight.” Again it looks like she’s thinking.

“It’s ok Julie. I understand.” She shakes her head.

“No.” She looks up at me. “I had all sorts of things planned I wanted to try out.” She stops and looks at me. “Are you enjoying this?” she asks. I’m actually thrown by the question, wonder whether perhaps I haven’t appeared to be enjoying myself, when of course I have. Very much, and since I’ve had an almost constant erection I’m a bit surprised she feels the need to ask. I nod at her.

“Yes, of course I am.” She’s looking at me. “Sorry, I’ll try to show it more…”

“No, I mean I know you’re enjoying the sex, I can see that very clearly” she looks at me and gives a small smile. “I mean are you enjoying being my sub? Be honest.” I look at her, surprised by the question. “Because I want that very much. I love the feeling that you are mine, to use as I please. And not just that…” And I understand what she’s asking, and it causes me to think. Am I enjoying that aspect of what we are doing, or is it just that I want to have sex with her, and if this enables it am I simply playing along. “It’s ok. If it is just the sex, then I guess that’s ok, because the feelings mutual and we can drop the rest… But…” Her voice tails off and she sighs quietly.

I’m looking at her, my mind is racing. I realize that in fact this whole thing is new to both of us, I’d never really had any interest in the kink lifestyle, just happy having sex with the different random women that I met, and I guess for Julie it was more of a fantasy, but clearly one she really wanted to happen. And we obviously stumbled across each other in a way that enabled her to experiment with that fantasy. And while I’d never have imagined myself as a submissive, I realize that yes, I am enjoying it, but I’m enjoying it because I’m her sub. I remember the feeling of real anguish that I’d felt in the kitchen when I thought I’d upset her, failed her. I look at her and take a deep breath.

“No Julie. I am enjoying being your sub.” She’s looking at me. “No, that’s not right… It’s not that I’m enjoying it, it’s what I want. To be yours…” My voice tails off, once again I can’t believe the words left my mouth. I see her face break out into a huge smile and I feel the most absurd feeling of happiness.

She walks over me and gives me a big hug, and I hug her back. “I’m so glad” she whispers. She looks up and kisses me on the lips. “You really mean it?” I just nod, bathing myself in her happiness. She breaks away and goes and sits on her bed, looking at me. I’ve almost forgotten that I’m naked, it just kind of seems how I want to be around her, how I should be. In a way, I’m disappointed that Louise will be coming back soon and that I’ll be putting on clothes again. And it’s not just sex, after all she gave me a blowjob only a short while ago. Then a thought strikes me. She’s been allowing me, giving me orgasms a lot, and sure she’s had some herself, but she’d said this morning that she had wanted more last night, but that I fell asleep. I feel kind of guilty. I walk over to her and kneel in front of her. She’s looking at me quizzically.

“Julie…” I pause, not quite sure how to approach this. “Ummm…” She giggles.

“What is it?” she asks.

“Well… I… well…” I take a breath. “Would you allow me to give you an orgasm? Please.” I look up at her as she bursts out laughing.

“Awww… That’s sweet.” she says through her laughter. “Is that what you want? To pleasure your Domme?” I nod. She giggles again. “Well, I don’t see why not. I guess I haven’t had one yet today…” She looks down at me. “And how does my sub wish to pleasure his Domme?” Ok, I admit it seems a bit contrived, a bit role play like, and maybe we are playing just a bit, but if I’m honest, I like it.

“However you wish Julie. Whatever you want.” I pause. I kind of hope she’s going to suggest I go down on her, I mean I really like doing that, and there’s no way that I think I’ll manage to get hard enough to fuck her since I came only a short while ago. It looks as though she’s thinking. She stands up and gets off the bed, looks down at me.

“Lie on the bed” she says softly. “On your back.” I do what she tells me, and watch as she goes over to her chest of drawers and rummages around in one of the drawers. I watch as she turns back towards the bed and walks slowly over, her hands behind her back. “Put your hands up over your head” she says, quietly as before. I do it. She brings her hands round and I lick my lips when I see she has a pair of handcuffs in her hands. She reaches over me, and I feel her snap the cuffs around my wrists. I lay there looking at her, and see her bend down and reach for something by the side of the bed and come back up with a piece of thin rope in her hands, I try to turn my head and watch as she ties the rope around the chain of the handcuffs. She sits by me on the side of the bed.

“It’s tied off to the leg of the bed” she says with a little smile. “I thought I might want to tie you up at some point.” Well, it may be a bit makeshift, but it’s doing the job, I pull my arms, but they don’t move far, and in fact, I realize that being naked and restrained like this with Julie is a really nice feeling. I feel vulnerable, completely at her mercy. I swallow and look at her. “You ok?” she asks.

“Yes, Julie. I’m ok.”

I watch as she stands up, and languidly runs her hand down my chest. It tickles and I squirm. She keeps moving down and gives my cock a flick with her fingers, looks back at me and grins.

“That’s not going to be much use, is it?” she says with a little laugh. “Guess I shouldn’t have let you cum earlier…” She squints her eyes at me in I hope pretend annoyance. “Still, we didn’t know Lou would be making an early appearance.”

Then she steps away from the bed and slowly undoes her jeans, drops them and steps out of them. Despite my apparent lack of arousal, I have to say her legs look fucking gorgeous. She walks over to the bed, standing next to me, and then with a quick move of her hands drops her panties and gets up onto the bed, kneeling across me, straddling me.

Slowly she starts to grind herself into my stomach, it’s not long before I can feel her wetness on my skin. She’s looking down at me, starting to breath a little harder and she has a little pink flush to her cheeks. She’s grinding slowly, pushing herself into me and for a moment she closes her eyes as I watch her. I’ve got to say, while I love to see her naked, the fact that she’s still covered from the waist up is a strangely erotic feeling, I’ve always liked being naked for her when she’s not, and now it really feels like she’s just using me for her pleasure, it’s not for me. She speeds up her thrusting, lets out a little sigh as she opens her eyes and looks down at me, smiling. She narrows her eyes as she looks at me…

“Are you ready to pleasure me.” It’s not really a question, I look up at her and nod, she moves herself up me, grinding now into my chest, I look down at her smooth crotch, can see her arousal glistening between her legs, I’m breathing harder myself. She lifts herself up and moves her crotch over my face and without another word she drops herself onto my mouth. I need no ordering, no encouragement and I start to hungrily lap at her, she tastes wonderful, and I’m even starting to get hard. I push my tongue out and it slips inside her and she thrusts harder letting out a little moan of pleasure, her wetness beginning to coat my face. I lap at her clit as it moves above me then probe her again, letting out my own little moan of pleasure.

She’s moving faster all the time, her breathing now fast and light, using my mouth and tongue for her pleasure, and I like the thought of that, like that she’s using me. Again I lap at her clit as she grinds against my mouth, and then again push my tongue out and probe her deeply. She’s moaning almost continuously now, lost in her own arousal. Once more I flick my tongue against her clit, and feel her shudder as she climaxes against my mouth. She continues to grind as her orgasm flows through her, then slows down, and finally lifts herself off my face and sits again on my chest, looking down at me. I’m breathing hard myself, and I’ve even got hard. I wonder whether she’ll choose to use that too, although I cannot imagine I’d be able to cum again, but that’s not the point, this is for her. But she doesn’t, doesn’t even look down there, just smiles at me and rolls to her side lying on the bed as her breathing slows.

She looks at me and smiles then lifts herself up and kisses me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth, then falls back again and closes her eyes. I wait for her to release my hands, but she doesn’t, so I just lie there, my head turned to the side looking at her. A part of me wants to see her whole body naked, but in a way I like the fact that I cannot, it just reinforces how none of that was for me, and I feel a strange sense of satisfaction in the fact that she was happy using me for her pleasure. She’s breathing quietly now, her eyes closed, curled up next me, and I realize she’s asleep, as I lay there, a gentle throbbing in my groin, and an ache in my arms. I close my eyes…