He has never done anything like this before. Now in his early forties, the closest he ever came to being tied up was while playing cowboys and Indians, or cops and robbers when he was a kid. Now, he sees a variety of devices of which he could soon be tied to. "Come now Peter it doesn't pay to be bashful. Every one of my slaves were naked when they serve me." Mistress Julie says. "Now I rarely repeat myself slave, but since it's your first time, I'll go easy on you. So, one more time Peter, STRIP!"
Mistress Julie is thirty-seven. She has beautiful long black hair, but when in session she wears it done up in a French braid. She only puts her hair down for slaves that she had transitioned into personal 24\7 collared slaves, but that is a whole other story. For today session Mistress Julie is dressed in her black full-body latex suit, corset, and thigh-high boots. She doesn't always dress in black, but the one common factor is that her sculptured body is covered from neck to toe. Her philosophy is simple. Only collared slaves have earned the right to see her bare skin. Plus her outfits makes her feel more powerful, and when she combines it's on her 5'11 frame to tower over her naked kneeling slaves. From their point of view, a slave looking up would see her as menacing.
Mistress Julie is now into her 10th year of training sub's, and today is one of her favorite types of sessions. Mistress Julie has come to love a newcomer’s first time. She finds their apprehension so intoxicating. The nervousness a new sub experience, when they're first ordered to strip. She find it so darn adorable to watch. There are times Mistress Julie finds it hard to stay in character as a sub stands there naked, awkwardly trying to cover their naughty bits after exposing themselves for their first time. Peter is no exception.
After he had removed the last article of clothing and had placed it the cabinet as instructed. Peter sheepishly turned to face Mistress Julie. Like so many newcomers before him, Peter stood there not knowing what to do next, with his knees pressed together, and his two hands cupped over his cock and balls trying to hide them.
"Come over here, slave." Mistress Julie beckons him with her index finger. She also stifles a laugh as she watches Peter shuffle towards her still with his knees pressed together, and his hands trying to hide his penis. Mistress Julie points to a spot on the floor where she wants him to stand and says. "You might as well show me your goods slave. In a few minutes I will be tying you up, then you will be wide open for my inspection." She taunts him with a giggle.
Seeing the futility of trying to be modest. Peter drops his hands to his sides and takes up position on the spot that Mistress Julie had pointed to. She smiles and nods her head yes and say, "isn't that better slave? You will find that you're going to have more fun. Now take a deep breath slave, and we'll get started."
Peter flares his nostrils, and his chest heaves as his lungs filled with air. "That's right slave fill those lungs with air. It makes you feel better doesn't it?" Mistress Julie asks him. Peter smiles and shakes his head yes. Mistress Julie stares directly into Peter's eyes with her penetrating gaze and says, "I asked you a question slave, I expect an answer when I ask you something."
Peter expels the air in his lungs, and promptly replies, "Yes," with a small smile hoping he is doing the right thing. Whack, Whack Mistress Julie applied two stern open hand slaps across Peter's face. "Slave! I just finished going over the rules with you, and you said that you understood them. Now let's try it again, shall we? How is a slave supposed to respond when asked something?" Mistress Julie asks, quizzing her darling new sub.
Oh, how she is having so much fun with her naive newbie. Peter's heart races a little faster, he pauses to think. "What does she want me to say," he says to himself. "Why didn't I pay more attention while she was going over things when I got here?" he continues to ponder. "Because I was to busy thinking about how great this is going to be. I did it again, thinking with the wrong head again. Dam what am I supposed to say," is the thought racing through his head as he stares blankly at her.
Suddenly as switching on a light, life came back into his eyes, and he blurts out smiling, "Yes Mistress". " Much better slave. Now, remember that, because I do love to punish slaves for not addressing me properly," she tells him with authority. "Now wait here while I get some things." Peter starts to follow the rhythmic clicking of Mistress Julie's heels with his eyes, as she steps around him to get to the back of the room.
"Eyes forward slave," she says as she slaps his ass cheek firmly with her hand. Startled by the force of the slap, Peter immediately turns his head frontward and replies, "Yes, of course, Mistress".
"Hmmmmm!" Mistress Julie hums while raising an eyebrow. "Should I punish him for speaking without permission?" Julie asks herself. "Well, of course, he will be punished for it," she concludes. Peter stands there motionless, naked and his hands at his sides. But despite his best efforts, he could not stop his cock from growing into a stiff erection.
Julie had walked to the back of the room to retrieve her cart of goodies. Well more like a cabinet on wheels. It has a couple of drawers and two doors, it also had all sorts of stuff that's making Peters heart race hanging off of its three sides. "Do you like my toy box," she asked like a kid bringing a new friend home for the first time, and being excited to show off her things.
Julie opens one of the drawers once she placed a cabinet where she wants it. She reaches in and removes four leather cuffs with shiny chrome buckles, she sets it on the top of the cart. After reaching in the drawer once more, she clutches a second item and places it next to the first one on the top of the cart. The item, a small box which contains four small padlocks, will accompany the cuffs she just took out. Julie returns to the drawer in search of something else to play with.
Peter takes a moment to take stock of what is unfolding in front of him. Seeing the cuffs causes a feeling of excitement to race through his body. In that brief moment the reality that all of his fantasies are about to come true.
Seeing the content look on Peter's face, Julie compliments him on being such a good and patient slave. She then places a set of clover clamps with a cute little chain attaching them together, next to the other items. A pink ball gag and a silk blindfold are quickly added to the growing stockpile. Follow by what Peter knew as a flogger from the websites he has visited over the years.
Following this menagerie of treats, Mistress Julie produces an item that makes Peter exclaim, "Fuck! Me." Julie turns quickly to face Peter, "What did you just say," she questions him? "I do not tolerate such language from my slaves. I'm going to punish you for that rudeness once I have you tied up." As Julie, waits for Peter's reply, she sets down the thing that caused the outburst. "I take it you never had a butt plug in your ass, before seeing me today?" she inquires.
Shaking his head no, Peter replies with, "Oh, I didn't know. I'm so sorry Mistress. I promise not to swear again. Sorry," and he follows with, "No, Mistress, I never saw one in person before," he notes. "It surprises me to see just how big it is," he says, referencing the butt plug.
"What this little thing?" Julie asks as she takes a step in front of Peter. She toyingly starts tracing the tip of the plug on his bare chest. Starting first with tracing a path across the base of his neck. Following with a seductive trip down the center of Peter's chest, until she reaches his belly button. She teasing probe around the opening of his belly button a few times, before pushing the tip in the naval, causing Peter's eyes to grow wide. Her exploration end with the circling of each of his areole and finishing with a few devilish flicks of the nipple itself.
All the while Julie is talking, "This is just for beginners. I have much larger ones for when your ass is trained. But for your first time, I will start with a little one". What she orders next shocks, Peter, "Now, open your mouth wide, so I can shove this in. I need you to get it lubed up for me."
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