Julie’s Erotic Inspection
She stood quietly, anticipating Master’s touch while her husband silently ached for release
Julie’s first actual meeting with Master, turning her from the idea of submission and into his sexual puppet.
The emails were finished.
Volumes of them negotiating and sharing what Julie could expect if she indeed submitted to Master’s touch. His erotic designs for her and her cuckold husband stoked her day after day. His writings were emotionally captivating, and Julie found herself fingering her pussy almost every day. The cravings were strong and she yearned for real life.
No more coffee meetings or dinner dates where Julie sat in the darkness of a corner table, slipping off her panties for Master. Giving them to him and letting him finger her was an act of surrender while her husband Doug sat several tables away and paid the bill.
Reality was now. Submission was imminent.
She agreed that Master would meet her and Doug in their living room.
She had wondered what to wear. Master told her. Simple white bra and panties beneath a short skirt and blouse. High heels. Simple.
Doubts assailed Julie as she anticipated Master walking through the front door. Would he not think her capable? Her ass too wide? Her breasts too large or not large enough?
Her phone vibrated with a text from Master as though her thoughts were visible for him to read.
Minute away. Remember, empty your mind and let me take control.
Yes, sir. Her clitoris tightened with anticipation while Doug sat naked in an easy chair as instructed.
The knock on the oaken front door sent shivers through Julie. She turned the handle, let him in, and gasped but Master had instructed her to remain silent. She said nothing, but the felt the overwhelming urge to curtsey and motion him inside.
“Thank you,” he said, beaming and taking in the surroundings. Julie and Doug had shared plenty of pictures so the interior was expected.
Julie stood in the center of the living room and lowered her head.
“Did I tell you to lower your face?” asked Master, pacing around her.
“No.”
“I also told you not to speak,” he said.
“I’m sorry.”
Master swiftly took a handful of Julie’s hair, wrapped it around his hand and kept tension. “You say nothing, unless I give you permission to speak.”
She nodded, her eyes wide with heat already throbbing in her pussy.
Doug was a silent spectator, enthralled in the drama unfolding and reaching for his cock.
Master was muscular, but not with an overly large build. He had the body of a man who kept himself firm. But the quality that pulled in Julie were his blue eyes and a voice that let commands simply roll up and out from deep within.
She was compelled to listen, even as she fidgeted side to side and wondered about what to do with her hands.
Master settled on the sofa, smiling and staring at Julie as though he was enjoying her discomfort.
She reached instinctively to the front of her skirt and then wiped her hands over her ass. Uncertain. Not knowing and growing wet in her panties.
“You like being in charge, don’t you?” Master spoke factually.
She almost spoke, and then nodded.
“Stand with your legs shoulder width, hands behind your back. Now.”
She hurried into place while Master stood and moved one step at a time around her. Her eyes followed him like magnets but he gave a sharp slap on her ass.
“Eyes forward. Focus.”
This was the inspection that Master said he would give her the first time. There would be other inspections if their relationship continued, but Master explained how he wanted to discover and study her responses to his commands.
Julie’s breathing picked up and the pressure between her legs grew. She quickly moved a hand up under her skirt, but Master gave another sharp slap on her ass.
“Stop. Don’t you dare touch yourself.”
Julie was turned on, fucking turned on. The thought danced through her imagination while Master’s lips grazed her mouth and explored softly to her earlobe.
Fucking turned on. Come. Come for Master.
The minutes were ticking away painfully but she wanted fucked right then and there. The arousal was so strong that it became painful as though she had received a harsh whipping. She needed relief.
Master ran a hand over her blouse, pressing against her tits, and trailing a hand below her waist. He found his way beneath her skirt and touched her crotch.
“My, God, you’re soaking.” He murmured while whispering in her ear.
Julie whimpered, bit her lip, and fought to suppress the desire to wrestle Master to the ground and straddle his cock to fuck him.
Master slapped her hard on the ass, once and then twice. “Focus.”
She welcomed the sting.
“You need another, don’t you?” Master gripped her hair as Julie nodded. He raised a hand and stung her butt.
Across the room, Doug stroked quietly and breathing hard as his wife’s submission to her Master was becoming real.
“Strip. Blouse first,” said Master, his hand gripping Julie’s hair like it was the reign of a horse. He pressed his hips against Julie to let her feel the strength of his cock on her thigh.
So much was going through her mind since she couldn’t speak, yielding to the speech restrictions. She fought to empty her mind, but as she undid the buttons of her blouse and then tossed it on the floor, tears were boiling up and through her.
“Easy,” coaxed Master. He ran a hand over her bra. “Let’s see what you can take.” He caressed her tits and then slowly pinched at one and then another.
Julie gasped while Master massaged the nipples through the bra and then, without warming, he pinched again swiftly and strongly. The sensation was sharp, yet amazing. Julie cried out, and Doug stroked his cock faster.
Master supported her with a strong arm while her legs grew weaker and weaker. She was becoming his instrument.
Master massaged her tits. “Good, Babe.” He cooed, lowered a hand between her legs and enticed her pussy with a few firm strokes.
Julie relaxed in his arms, sighed at the sensation, and then he suddenly pulled away his hand. She nearly collapsed from the sudden change.
“Focus.” He gripped her hair, slapped her ass and pulled her close so his lips were grazing hers. “You’re doing well. You’re doing so well, and you’re pleasing me.”
Julie wanted to dive and swim in Master’s eyes, journeying deep into his soul. Her mind was raging and suppressing her speech was the most demanding order she had ever followed.
She grit her teeth and was breathing hard while he teased her pussy, running a finger along the outline of her panties.
“Easy, Julie,” he said.
Doug sat alone and stroked his cock madly, grunting.
“Take off your bra.” Master stood back several steps and waited as Julie reached behind for the clasp of her bra, careful to keep her eyes forward. Her tits hung freely and Master took them in his mouth, the left and then the right.
He sucked gently and placed one nipple and then the other between his teeth and gradually applied pressure. He expertly reached between her legs, teasing more moisture from her pussy.
Julie groaned and then winced at Master’s bite. He relented and caressed her body while she fought to remain standing. Thoughts of his cock filling her was as much a torment as it was a hopeful goal.
She wanted to cry out how badly she wanted him inside her, but she fought with all her energy to remain silent.
“Lose the panties.” Master paced around her in a circle.
Julie hesitated and Master slapped her ass hard.
“A nice red tone,” he quipped.
She wiggled out of her underwear, let them drop around her ankles, and then stood naked except for her high heels.
He said nothing and, once again, she looked lost and uncertain. Mercifully, he directed her.
“Legs shoulder width, hands clasped behind your head.”
Julie did as ordered while Master sat on the sofa and waited.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
Doug gritted his teeth and stroked, panted, and stroked again. He finally had an orgasmic release but neither Julie nor Master noticed.
“Respond with gratitude,” Master told Julie.
“Thank you,” she said.
Then Master stood and walked to the now-naked and shivering Julie. He caressed her body, kissed around her neck, and teased her tits with light pinches. Her groans filled the room.
Master slowly ran one hand along her tummy, below her waist, and placed a hand on her labia. He gripped the folds of her pussy tightly, but not painfully.
“Walk.” He held her by the crotch and paraded her slowly around the room while she kept her hands laced behind her head.
Master watched her strides, listened to her breaths, and studied the wild eroticism in her eyes. “Stay.” He retreated to the sofa again while Julie struggled to keep standing.
“Now, walk to me.”
Julie made her way, feeling her hips swaying, and excited to present her naked self to the man who she had anticipated taking her.
“Undress me, but do not suck my cock.” Master stood.
Julie fought a protest. She had dreamed of taking Master’s cock in her mouth, but she also wanted to obey. She undid his shirt, unbuckled his jeans and took them off. She undid his shoes and soon he was naked with a throbbing cock that was upright against his abs.
Doug sat quivering on the sofa, his teeth practically chattering.
Master was deliberate. He sat on the cushions and spread his legs, holding his cock. “Sit on it.”
Julie positioned herself, spread her legs, and lowered her pussy until Master’s cock had slid inside her. She closed her eyes, but Master ordered her again.
“Look at me.”
She was transfixed, feeling him inside, the strength of his cock on its own merit. He wasn’t even pumping, but remained steady while she stared into his world and squirmed, wanting him to pound her pussy.
Her moisture was unbelievable, and her words were jumbled inside. She longed to speak but could only moan with slight whimpers.
“Fuck me.”
Slowly, Julie rose up and down while Master gripped her ass and slapped her. She used her legs, feeling the energy moving through her core, up through her tits and into her mind.
“Now, stop.”
That was nearly impossible. Julie sighed.
“Would you like to taste my cock and take my cum?” asked Master.
“Oh, yes.” Julie brightened.
“On your knees.”
She dismounted, as tough as it was and knelt on the floor. She opened wide and moved her mouth up and down Master’s shaft. Her own juices lathered his cock and she loved her own taste on him.
Doug sat limply in the chair, like a puppy with his legs curled beneath his butt.
Julie took in Master down to his balls, filling her throat with his throbbing cock, swirling her tongue around him and forgetting about her own arousal. She was connected to Master. That’s what mattered.
His body tensed, and he ran his fingers through her hair, applying pressure, and fueling his orgasm.
Instinctively, Julie leaned to one side, propped herself on one arm, and opened her mouth like it was feeding time.
“Good, Babe,” cooed Master, sliding his cock deep in Julie’s mouth and then removing it while he stroked, groaned, tensed, and released her orgasm into her mouth, on her tongue, and spilling over her lips.
She moved a hand to her own pussy, stroking while she licked Master’s head, and sucked for even more cum. The taste was a warm, salty delight.
Julie felt like she had been reduced, shaped, or molded from a smart, professional woman into Master’s plaything, kneeling for his cock and wanting more of his mind and body.
She ran a finger over her lips and cheeks, wiping his load, and tasting it while her own arousal buzzed hard.
Master stopped Julie from masturbating and helped her onto the sofa. “I want you to pleasure yourself later tonight, while you’re in bed, and thinking of me.”
He wrapped his arms around her, and held her tightly. He kissed her deeply and stroked her hair. “You pleased me so much. How do you feel?”
With all the thoughts and emotions that rolled through Julie, there was only one word which escaped her lips. “Wonderful.” She closed her eyes and whispered in his ear. “I love you. I can’t help it.”
Master smiled. “That must mean you want a next time.”
“More and more, please.”
“The emotions are deep and powerful, I know.” Master gripped her hair, pulled her mouth to his, and kissed her, sweeping his tongue over her teeth.
Doug sat staring, his arms wrapped around himself.
“This is the beginning of your training with me. Simple, wasn’t it?”
Julie laughed. “Intense.” She wondered about toys, clothing and —
Master seemed to sense her racing mind. He placed a finger on her lips. “For now, Julie, revel in this time. Soak it in. Dwell on our connection.”
He kissed her, fondled her tits, and pussy, and held her quietly but tightly.
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