I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Me, kneeling in my corner after my spanking and Ms. Julie behind me recovering from what had sounded like a truly enormous masturbatory orgasm.

As knelt there, my mind and my emotions had gone around and around like socks in a dryer. Was I basically a regular, self-directed guy who’d just had a very kinky day and night? Or was I fundamentally submissive, sexually and otherwise?

The evidence for “regular guy” was thin. Unlike the loudest guys in any group, I didn’t want to seduce or dominate or demean women. I was shy. Girls liked me, but “not in that way.” Even when I’d had a girlfriend, I’d grown bored with the missionary position and burdened by the obligation to initiate sex. The obvious difference between me and the ideal male in our society – a movie superhero or super soldier – made me constantly disappointed in myself.

In the last two days, I gone places I hadn’t known existed. I’d obeyed a woman and she’d given me more excitement and thrills than I’d enjoyed in my life. I liked being told what to do, I realized, because it forced me to drop the alpha male pretense. I loved pleasing Ms. Julie. And I was very good at that.

At the same time, even thinking the word “submissive” felt terrifying. Surrendering my ego to another person changed my picture of myself. It exposed me to ridicule and social isolation. I had no idea of how far this would go. Would I be a houseboy forever? Would Ms. Julie get bored and throw me out? What would happen next?

I began to imagine what Julie would do to me next and I felt my cock rise.

Ms. Julie’s breathing slowed. I heard her zip her pants back up. She stepped over to me and put her hand on my head.

“Good boy, Andy! Look how hard you are! You really are a submissive little bitch, aren’t you?” She bent over to hit my ass with the ruler. “Aren’t you, Andy?”

“Ow!” Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I wasn’t sad or ashamed. I looked up. “Yes, Ms. Julie. I’m your submissive little bitch. I want to be your submissive bitch.”

“Oh, god, Andy! It makes me so hot when you submit to me!” She pulled on my arm. “You can get up now.” My arms were still tied, so Julie helped me to my feet. “You might as well take those underpants pants off. They’ll just get in the way.” I kicked the underpants off my feet and she led me to the couch.

“Sit down.” she pushed me down on the couch. “I want to play with you.” She sat beside me and leaned over to give me a passionate kiss. Her tongue pried my lips open and aggressively explored me. “Just let it happen, baby. You can’t move anyway,” she said, then resumed her kissing while reaching under my shirt to discover and pinch my nipples. I groaned loudly into her mouth. “So sexy when you moan for me, baby.” she cooed. “You gonna be a moaner for me?” I nodded my head and she pinched my nipple hard again.

“Ooooooo,” She reached between my legs and cupped my balls.

“I’ll bet these balls are churning full of jism, huh, boyfriend?” I nodded, she lightly stroked my throbbing penis with the end of her finger. My cock stirred and a big bead of clear fluid appeared at the tip. “Ooooh, look,” she teased. “Lube.” Julie wrapped her fingers firmly around my cock and spread the fluid over the head with circular motions of her thumb. “Don’t you dare squirt without permission, boyfriend! You don’t want to be punished again, do you?”

“Nnnnngggg,”

“Are you going to have an accident, Andy?” She grinned at me and pinched my nipple with her free hand.

“No. No. No.” I panted, trying to restrain my orgasm.

“Don’t do it, Andy! Who controls your cock?”

“You….ah! do…ooh!” She took her hand away and left me panting short little breaths through my nose until the pressure to cum eased past the crisis point.

“So close, huh, Andy?”

I closed my eyes and whimpered with frustration. “oooo…..oooo…..oooo….”

“Oh, boyfriend, you are making me hot again. Those little sounds you make when you get horny…. yum!” She stood up and pulled off her pants. “Get on your knees. Time for you to go to heaven – face first.” She sat back down.

I wriggled onto the floor and knelt between her feet. She opened her legs and pulled my face to within inches of her crotch. It smelled wonderful and I wanted to ravish her with my mouth. But she held me firmly.

“Don’t do anything unless I tell you to, understand?” I nodded my head. “You are just my sex toy. I control you. Repeat that.”

“I am your sex toy, Ms. Julie. You control me.”

“Good boy. I want to just barely feel the tip of your nose on my clit.” She pulled me closer until I felt her warm flesh on my nose. The aroma of her pussy surrounded me. “Keep that tongue in your mouth, understand?” I nodded. “Just nose kisses for now.”

“OK, let’s get you lubed up.” She shoved my head lower, plunging my nose between her labia, which were slick and burning hot. “Oh, yeah!” She pulled my face up back to her clit. “Little circles, baby. Clockwise.” She guided my face with her hands. “Mmmm-mmm! Up and down, now, Andy, that’s a good boy…. and a little more juice.” She shoved my nose back into her warm pussy, grinding into my face before pulling me back to rub my nose on her clit some more.

I let her use my face until my nose was sore and my cheeks began to feel raw. After what seemed like a long time, I felt her climax building. Julies thigh muscles began to squeeze my jaw. She opened her legs and slammed them closed around my head. Ms. Julie growled and grunted with pleasure. She began thrusting her pelvic bone into my lips as she rubbed my nose harder and harder on her clit. My arousal increased as Ms. Julie approached yet another orgasm. I used my nose and face to encourage her climax.

“I love fucking your face, baby. Oh God!” Suddenly her thighs clamped tight around my face as she arched up from the couch. Julie smashed her pelvic bone into my nose again and again as she screamed and moaned in pleasure. She finally came to rest with my face held tight to her pussy.

“Oh, baby, you are such a slut, aren’t you?” Ms. Julie pushed my face back. “Jesus, look at you. Does your nose hurt, sweetie?”

“Yes,” I said a bit sullenly. As much as I wanted it, being denied again and again was frustrating. Ms. Julie touched my nose gently with her finger. “Don’t be pouty, Andy. You were a very good boy. Do you want a reward?” I just looked at her skeptically. “You want a taste of heaven, Andy? Lick me. Go ahead.”

Despite my grumpiness, I wanted to taste her juices. I leaned forward, put my mouth on her sex and stuck my tongue far out. Flavors of lemon, sage, salt and honey flooded my mouth. I lapped her pussy from bottom to top and sucked her clit between my lips. Julie squealed. “Stop, baby. It feels real nice, but I’m still kinda sensitive from your sexy, sexy, nose, honey buns. Just keep your mouth on me. Don’t move.”

She pushed my head over to rest on her thigh, while keeping my mouth on her sex. “Close your eyes, Andy. Be still.” Her skin was warm against my cheek, her hands held my head still. I closed my eyes. I felt…safe. My mind drifted off somewhere nice.

After a long time, she whispered, “Andy, little licks and nibbles now, OK?”

I nodded my head. Her juices were intoxicating. Julie placed her hands on either side of my head and used subtle pressures to guide my tongue. I relaxed and closed my eyes happy to finally have my mouth on her pussy. My arms were tied. All I needed to be was a mouth on Julie’s sex. I was just a sex toy. I let her use me again while my mind drifted off into a deep, dark and warm place where all I knew was the feeling of her flesh under my lips and tongue. I was in in Heaven at last. I could have stayed there forever.

After a while I became aware of Ms. Julie’s pelvis rocking slightly under my face. “Lick me, sweetie,” she whispered. “Slow and gentle.”

Her thighs clamped firmly on my jaw. Her pelvic movements were slow and powerful, like big, gentle waves. I took long, slow licks in time with Ms. Julie’s motion. My tongue slid up her vagina lips from butt to clit. I had time for a quick gentle suck on her button before dropping down to do it again. She began to cry out “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” at the crest of each wave. With each squeeze of her legs, I felt a sexual thrill, as if I was being pushed toward a cliff, then being pulled back.

I knew I wouldn’t cum, but I was as sexually charged as I’d ever been in my life. I desperately wanted Julie to use me for her own orgasm. I was in a kind of trance, licking and sucking without conscious wondered. Then, with a final long “Aaaaah!” and an arching thrust of her hips, she came again.

Her earlier orgasm was a violent assault on my face. This one was a confident declaration of ownership. Julie’s thighs opened and closed on my head like loving hugs. Her warm juices flooded my mouth and coated my face. I felt like I was cumming with her, even though I couldn’t.

Ms. Julie slumped back in her seat and turned my face away from her pussy. “Wow. I came again so fast on your lovely tongue, baby! I feel like Superwoman!” she said. We rested a while. I gently brushed my lips against her inner thigh.

“You are Superwoman, Ms. Julie.” She gently stroked my head and we both drifted into a dreamy sort of half-sleep.