Julie’s Weakness and Master’s Discipline

She fulfills a fantasy at a business conference without telling Master and regrets her actions

Julie realized that she was hooked after giving another coy smile while the lecture droned on in the front of the hotel’s ballroom. The flirting started early in the morning during registration and the man she smiled at was decent looking. Not a knock-out, but still damn nice on the eyes.

They sat on opposite sides of the aisle but still close enough to look at each other as one speaker morphed into another. He easily took the bait from Julie, soaking in the flutter and flicker of her eyelids and the way she shifted her body.

He sported a wedding ring, just like Julie did. She didn’t mind. In fact, it was a barrier that she enjoyed trying to break through since the challenge made flirting all the more fun. Her skirt rose up her thighs when she crossed her legs and she made certain he was able to enjoy the outline of her ample breasts through the knit pullover. Driving men wild with her shape infused her with a sense of power.

Teasing men based on their visual weakness gave Julie a sense of power that she enjoyed using with them. Flirting was a decades-old skill that she enjoyed and often imagined other men while having sex with her husband.

This moment at the conference typically would have been mundane and Julie would have returned to her hotel room for lunch alone. But the man’s smile tickled her imagination and she had already crossed a line that she never thought she would cross.

She was happily married to Doug and found that she liked teasing him, telling him how much she wanted sex with other men and how her previous boyfriends were much better lovers than he could ever be. The subtle degradation worked and moved him mentally and emotionally into a submissive state where her sexuality reigned free.

So flirting didn’t bother her. In fact, she wanted the man with the cute smile who was a fellow conference attendee. But she knew that another smile led her across a danger zone and into uncharted territory. She wasn’t worried cheating on her husband. He’d like hearing about her sexual exploits and getting a lunchtime fuck or giving head. He would stroke his own cock and get off. He wasn’t the problem.

The pang of guilt that she felt was a warning that she was about ready to cheat on Master. She hadn’t asked him for permission to play with another man. But he had been gone to Europe for more than two weeks and then she left on her trip before he returned. It would be another week before they were together and she had masturbated hard, fantasizing about picking up a man. It beat the hell out of listening to lectures on supply chain compliance.

Now the lunch break was official. She grabbed her laptop, pen and pad, and slipped into the aisle. The man with the gorgeous lips and inviting eyes got out of his chair at the same time and stood facing her. His look was so friendly and endearing that Julie imagined his lips running over her mouth, neck, and breasts while trailing lower and in between her legs. The imagining only took a nanosecond and yet it was so powerful that she immediately touched his hand.

“What are you doing for lunch?”

He cocked his head to one side. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

She knew, and he knew, what they were about to do. Thoughts of Master faded into the background even though a warning pang triggered inside her stomach. “My room would be so much more comfortable than here.”

“Really?” The man joked. “How will I know?”

“I’ll have to prove it to you, won’t I?” Julie cradled her laptop and felt more like a schoolgirl than a mid-career professional as she let one hand touch below the man’s waist. A rock hard cock was pressing against his slacks. “Follow me.”

She waltzed out of the conference room with her conquest in tow, strode to the elevator and rode to the fifth floor. In what seemed like another split second, she was kissing his chest and undoing his shirt while he moaned and she gently pushed him back toward the bed where he sat, leaned back and let her undo his zipper. Despite being so easy, he seemed a bit nervous which was completely understandable.

“This your first time?” Julie asked in between her kisses.

“Yeah. Never done anything like this before.”

“But you’ve thought about it?” She expertly stroked his cock through his underwear and kissed its form, pressing her lips on his shaft.

She could tell by his breathing that he was going to come hard and come fast. “How do you feel?” Her voice was a question laced with plenty of breath.

“Good.”

“But a little guilty?” she smiled.

“Yeah.”

Perfectly fine, thought Julie while she reached for his cock. She pulled down his underwear and was about to feast on his shaft. “Enjoy, Babe. I’ll be glad to get you off with just my tongue and fingers. We don’t have to do any more than that.”

“Okay,” he sighed as Julie slowly licked his cock, moving her mouth down to his balls, and finally sucking him. She kept her lips nice and tight so he’d feel the sensation and be ready to release in a moment.

Even though she was caught up in her own arousal, an image of Master floated into thoughts. He had a disapproving eye and a paddle in one hand. She would get punished for cheating on him. She knew she would but there was no way to hold back now.

Julie bobbed up and down with the stiff cock as her lunchtime treat. The man groaned and his breathing grew deeper. Suddenly, her cell phone dinged. Sucking cock felt so good and he was stiffening. Her cell phone dinged again and then again, impatiently. She deftly used her fingers around his balls and the lower part of his shaft and she waited for his cum to spill inside her mouth.

Fuck, she wanted to ride a cock so badly. He stiffened, bucked and came inside her mouth with a powerful release that was warm and thick. She licked the shaft while her cell went off once more and now she remembered that Master said he would call during lunch and that he expected her to answer.

But here she was — unable to hold back and wait. She licked off the cum that had spilled down his shaft, wiped her lips and sat back as he struggled upright.

“There,” she smiled. “You don’t have to feel too guilty, do you?” She tried sounding like a pro while wondering how she would explain to Master that she didn’t pick up.

He smiled back and patted her head. “Is that your husband trying to reach you?”

“No,” she replied. “Someone more serious. My Master.”

“Your Master?” The man furrowed his brow as he dressed.

“Yes.” She would have to tell him everything and wait for his response.

The days had passed since the conference and yet Julie related the incident to Master and it was like it had just happened. He paced in the living room while Julie stood quietly wearing a tight blouse and jeans that accented her hips. She stood attentively with her legs shoulder width apart. Her hands were clasped behind her back. Doug sat fully dressed on a hard back chair.

“What made you tell me?” asked Master.

“I can’t hide anything from you, and you know it,” said Julie.

“You couldn’t wait for me?”

“No, I’m sorry. This had been a desire of mine for some time.”

Master walked to the end of the sofa and picked up a rope. “You need to learn discipline then.” He strode behind Julie and held her wrists tightly while he wrapped the rope around them, binding her hands so she was unable to move them.

He looked at her and whispered. “You can’t wait a month?”

“No, you feel that good. I long for you.”

He grabbed a handful of her hair. “But you don’t want me enough that you’ll wait for me.” He moved her head one way and then another, turning her lips to his and murmuring as he kissed her. “You’re willing to settle for any man with an erection.”

“No, sir. Not true.” Julie protested and winced as Master brought her face passionately close and kissed her.

He smiled. “I like your attempt at disagreeing with me. And now, your punishment.”

He ran his hands beneath her blouse, playing with her tits and pinching her nipples, knowing how deeply the sensation aroused her. Then he unbuttoned the fabric, pulled it aside and pulled her tits out from beneath her bra. Her chest was heaving as he lowered his mouth and worked his teeth and tongue over her nipples. He was soft and then slowly bit harder until she felt the sting and gasped.

He had her look in a nearby mirror to study her image. “How do you look?”

Her hair was now a mess and she looked ridiculous with her tits hanging out from her bra. “Not very good.”

Master ran a finger up and down the zipper of her jeans and undid the snap. He pulled them down around her ankles and fingered between her legs, running a hand over the fabric and then prodding inside her panties and into her pussy.

Julie closed her eyes and groaned. It felt wonderfully sweet.

But then Master pulled her panties down part way along her thighs and revealed her pussy with a hint of pubic hair gracing the top. The clothing created tension in her legs with her jeans acting like shackles around her ankles. Without her hands, she had difficulty moving.

He turned to Doug who sat like an obedient spectator. “What do you think of your wife?”

Doug sighed as he always did. “Slutty.”

Master smiled. “Take a good look at her. Would you like to fuck her? She is your wife, after all.”

“Yeah.” Doug squirmed, anticipating what might happen next.

“Show her how hard you are,” Master growled.

Doug unzipped his slacks and his underwear and showed his erection.

Master looked back at Julie. “You impress him. Your own husband is hot for you.” Master stepped away and came back within moments holding a long wand. He hit the on button and the vibration was loud, just like he wanted. He held it against Julie’s tits.

“What’s it going to feel like when this touches your nipples?” asked Master.

She swallowed hard, knowing where the little game was headed. “It’ll feel good.”

Master held the wand, teasing her with the sound and touched it to one nipple and then the other. It was as though he sparked her deepest desires. Julie gasped. If she had been lying down then she could have been writhing on the floor.

“Do you know what this is teaching you?” Master touched the vibrating wand to her neck, her shoulders and below her breasts.

She hesitated and he touched the wand to her tits again. “Oh, wow.” She bit her lip.

“What am I teaching you?” he asked.

“That I’m to only want you?”

“Yes, that and self control. Don’t ask me for anything — nothing. I’ll decide your release.” Master ran the vibrator along Julie’s left inner thigh. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” She tried moving but her own clothing and Master’s rope around her wrists held her in check.

“Just good?” He ran the vibrator even more slowly along the inside of her thigh.

“Fucking good.”

“Really good, huh?”

“Oh, yes.” She stood on her tiptoes for a moment, trying to contain her arousal.

Master looked at Doug. “Stroke your cock. Show your wife that you prefer hand instead of her pussy.”

Doug licked his lips and smiled as though he was in full agreement with Master’s plan. He grabbed his cock and moved his hand up and down.

Master ran the vibrator slowly, ever so slowly on the inside of her right thigh.

“Look at that,” said Master, motioning to Doug. “He doesn’t need you. And maybe I don’t, either.” Master slowly undressed and took off his jeans. He stroked his cock with one hand and held the vibrator with the other. He aimed it at Julie’s pussy and barely, slightly touched her lips. There was just enough force to make her hunger for more.

Julie fought to stand still.

Master held the wand like he was wielding an instrument of danger and touched it against her pussy, pressing on it until her eyes widened and her mouth open, as though she was ready to scream for more. And then Master pulled it away.

He turned off the wand, stood behind Julie, and whispered in her ear while he played with her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples. He and Julie were in full view of the hapless Doug who stroked and stroked without finding release.

“I do this because I care about you and I want you,” Master whispered, nibbling on Julie’s earlobe. “It’d be wonderful if we could be together all the time, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, yes.”

“But life is such that we need to be away from each other now and then. But that makes our reunions so special, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.” Julie trembled as the arousal waves continued pulsing through her body. She desperately wanted to beg Master to take her and fuck her right there. But it would be up to him. And that lack of control created a sweet sensation of pain and longing.

Master’s last touch before he got dressed was his fingers gently stroking her clitoris one time and a kiss on her lips. He got dressed and gave Julie and Doug final instructions for the evening. “You’re to stay this way, sweetheart,” he told Julie, “even though you look wonderfully ridiculous.” He smiled. “You also look quite erotic and sexy. You’re my treasure, you know that, right?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Good girl.” He looked her in the eye. “You will stay this way for one hour.” He then looked at Doug whose cock was soft from the intense rubbing. “In one hour, you’ll untie her wrists so she can slip out of her jeans and panties.”

Doug nodded.

Master gave one last order before he left. “And you’ll text me in the morning, telling me what it means to have self control.”

Julie nodded as Master blew a kiss and left. She would have to wait and fuck him when he said so. The waiting would be deep and profound.