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Julie Waited Ch. 01

By: the_thinker97



Julie waited. Funny, waiting is generally thought of as an active task. Waiting is usually a passive task. One expects an event to happen and until such time as it does, one does something else. But this waiting was not like waiting for the turkey to cook, and peeling potatoes in the meantime. This was waiting. Julie was actively, in the process of; waiting. And if you could see her, you'd know what she was doing. She was naked and kneeling with her forehead to the floor and her arms in front of her; prostrating herself and... waiting. 

Through the window Julie heard the bell tower chime 4 times. It was 4:00 in the afternoon. She had been "waiting" for over an hour and a half and she was getting to the point that she had to go to the bathroom. She contemplated actually doing it; goodness knows her body could use the stretch; but she quickly decided against it. If he happened to arrive when she was on the toilet... hmmmmmmm.... Julie didn't want to finish that thought. No, there was just no two ways around it; she would have to wait.

Too bad she hadn't turned the radio on first she thought. She had been specifically told not to turn the television on, but nothing was said about the radio. And she had to do what he had said to the letter. It was all part of his challenge and she was trying to prove him wrong.

Julie found her mind playing tricks on her. The mind does that you know; with limited sensory input the mind will turn inward looking for entertainment, an activity, a problem to solve, anything to occupy itself. The only two real sensory inputs she had right now was a mild muscle complaint originating from her back and legs simply because of the position she had been in for so long, and an auditory input of occasionally hearing muffled voices coming from the hallway just outside her door. The muscle complaint could easily be fixed... all she had to do was stand, or arch her back and stretch, or simply lift her head and look around. She might even have gotten away with it too. But Julie was smart enough to know that if she actually did, and it gave her the relief she was seeking, she would want that again. It was like having one salted peanut. Everyone knew you could NEVER have just one. 

Julie realized that if she didn't quickly change her thoughts, her mind would seize this as the entertaining thing it needed and all her thoughts would revolve around scratching the itch her muscles were presenting her with. It would become all consuming and she needed to take her mind off her desire to give in to her body's request. Julie concentrated on the sounds from outside.

There weren't many sounds. Her hotel room was high up so there was almost no traffic noise. The hallway was nothing more than a hotel hallway so it usually didn't get that much activity, but right now there was some activity and Julie was glad for the distraction. It wasn't until she realized what the activity was that she became concerned. 

It was hotel housekeeping. 

That usually doesn't strike panic in hotel patrons but for Julie it was terrifying. You see, her door was not locked. In fact, currently there was tape over the latch specifically to keep it unlocked. "He" didn't have a key and the door was doctored in this manner to allow him access to the room. But she had been waiting for over an hour and a half and now housekeeping was coming and... well, if they walked in and saw her like this it would be extremely embarrassing.

She supposed it would be just another item on that long list of oddities that hotel workers are known for witnessing. Sort of like technicians in a photo-lab; hundreds and hundreds of boring family vacations, and birthdays and pictures of cats punctuated with the odd voyeuristic image of a man photographing his wife naked. Julie hated cats, and the only thing she hated more than cats was pictures of cats.

Julie started surveying her situation. She was in a resort city in a foreign country so it was doubtful she would ever run into any of the staff here again once she checked out. But she also knew that staff gossip; so there would be the inevitable knowing smiles every time she called room service, or went to the coffee shop, or when checking out. There would be the laughter between the staff when they thought she was out of earshot. She'd hate that.

From what Julie could tell, housekeeping was still a few doors away, but they were getting closer. What should she do? Even if they were not scheduled to clean this room, certainly the tape would be considered a breach of security and be reported. It would undoubtedly draw even more attention to her situation then simply having the maid walk unexpectedly in on her. She had visions of a SWAT team bursting in, guns drawn ready to take down some international terrorist and finding her there... naked... prostrated on the floor... waiting. How would she ever explain this? How COULD she? What if it made the news in some local human interest section like those suspicious "brown paper packages" that attract the attention of the bomb-squad and eventually turn out to be someone's collection of porn magazines? That's exactly the type of story that would get picked up by the wire service and go viral. What if her friends and coworkers found out? At home, in her position at work that would be devastating. What words could she possibly use that anyone not privy to the facts leading up to this moment would even hope to understand? 

Even if there was no SWAT team; if it was simply the maid noticing the tape and checking to see if everything was okay... at the maid's questions Julie would be obligated to speak, and "He" had given her explicit instructions to say and do nothing. Surely this was an exceptional circumstance though. Wouldn't it be? Could she simply remain quiet; ignore her questions? What would be the best way to communicate that she was fine and that the maid should leave? How could she do that without breaking her instructions; her orders. 

Julie heard someone else coming down the hall. It was a man. She knew this because she heard him exchange pleasantries with the maid. Maybe this was finally "Him." Maybe all her concerns with being discovered would be for naught. She hoped. Julie strained her ears, projecting, willing him to stop in front of her room, enter, remove the tape and announce himself... finally. This had to be him... didn't it? He was whistling.

Julie had convinced herself that this was indeed "Him" and a wave of relief washed over her. She heard a door open, felt eyes looking at her, and the relief turned to anticipation again. Julie heard the door close and then nothing. She wondered what he was thinking now. Did he notice that she had done everything she had been instructed to do? And seeing that she had, she wondered what else he would do with her... and do to her. 

What was he waiting for? She strained again for any clue as to what he was doing. In her mind's eye, she watched his every move as if a third party was viewing the whole scene from a high vantage point. 

After a while she realized that something was amiss. Her anticipation turned to curiosity, then almost panic. She heard nothing from him. No talking, no breathing, no movement. What was he waiting for?

Finally, she could stand it no longer. She decided to peek. Still facing the carpet she opened first one eye, then the other. She hoped to see changes in the light, a shadow, anything that would give her a clue of his actions. There was nothing. She turned her head ever so slightly... almost imperceptibly. Still nothing. She finally cocked her head and stole a very fast look at the door. He wasn't there. 

A flood of new emotions almost overwhelmed her has she realized that it was not "the" man she had heard, it was "a" man, and he must have entered the room directly across the hall instead of this room. Sounds can sometimes be deceiving in a hotel. Had she simply believed it was him because she wanted it to be him? But none of this mattered right now because all those emotions that were cascading down on her now... the surprise; the disappointment; and interestingly enough, a little bit of relief; all terminated with the single emotion of terror as she realized that the housekeeping staff was now that much closer. Had they been speaking English, they were close enough for her to make out what they were saying. With her high-school Spanish she could do little more than pick out the odd word or phrase. Numbers were a whole different ballgame. Once you learned to count to 20 in Spanish, you could understand any Spanish number. One of them mentioned something about 1510. 1510 was her room. 

And there it was... they were on their way in... it was decision time.

Julie heard the cart stop in front of her door. She heard the key in the lock and without even making a conscious decision of what to do she found herself bolting for the door. It was an autonomic response. The same kind of knee-jerk reaction you might make if touching a hot stove or jumping when startled in a movie. It was nothing you decide to do... you just did. 

She was in the middle of standing to run for the door and as soon as she did she knew it was a mistake. "He" was sitting on the bed watching her.

CRAP!

Crap crap crap crap crap.

Two thoughts collided in Julie's mind. She simultaneously wondered how in the hell he could consistently do that, and at the same time wondered why real life doesn't have an "undo" key like her computer at work does? She immediately regretted her actions and wished she could take a "do-over." 

It's not the first time this had happened. He had a habit of appearing, somehow magically, in the oddest places and at the oddest times. And... he had a habit of catching her doing something she knew she was not supposed to be doing, or at least something she had been instructed not to do.

She stopped in mid stride and just stared at him... not sure what to do next. She had a "deer-in-the-headlights" look when the door opened and the first of two maids entered. They called out "maid service" first but Julie was too stunned to respond or even to look. She stood there, naked, watching "Him" as they entered. "He" was watching her too... with a little upturned smirk in the corners of his mouth, he never took his eyes off her. The maids where watching them both. No one moved. No one even blinked.

After what seemed an eternity, finally someone did blink. Almost imperceptibly "He" simply shifted his focus to the maids. Julie was suddenly aware of them as well and she too turned her head towards the maids. She was also suddenly aware of her own nakedness, and she felt... well... naked. As she struggled unsuccessfully to cover herself, her eyes darted back and forth between "Him" and the maids. She was looking for some kind of normal behaviour from the maids, some modest apologetic averting of the eyes and backing out of the room but none came. The second maid was still locked on her although as opposed to staring at her eyes, she did seem to be surveying her entire body. The first maid's focus was alternating between Julie and him. Julie began to cower and frantically reach out for something... anything... to cover herself. Her hands fell on a nearby towel and Julie quickly unfolded it and tried to wrap it around her body. The towel was a small hand-towel and simply not large enough. She settled for holding an end to her breasts and letting it drape down but even this was a little too short for her liking. Julie felt incredibly exposed and incredibly uncomfortable and instead of giving aid, everyone seemed to be reveling in her discomfort.

Julie hadn't even settled the towel yet when "He" spoke. It was a simple mono-syllable command – "No," but at the same time he rose and reached out, grabbed a corner of the towel and snapped it away, all without taking his eyes off the first maid. He didn't even yell. His voice was almost calming, almost soft spoken, almost condescending as if reminding a six year old how to behave properly in a room full of adults; yet still a powerful command issued with enough authority that one would not question.

He suddenly turned, grabbed her by both shoulders locking his gaze directly into her eyes and spoke. "You have disobeyed me." He said. "Obviously my instructions were not clear enough, or you simply cannot do what you thought you could. Didn't I say that it took a stronger person to follow orders than it did to issue them? Didn't I say that it was very difficult to unconditionally trust anyone?"

Julie cringed at his words. She chastised herself for giving him this little victory. In her professional life, she is the one that issues orders and he had said that anyone could do her job. Real strength of character comes from serving. Of course she had disagreed. He had challenged her, goaded her, and belittled her into accepting his little test. So far she was not doing too well.

"I told you you weren't strong enough. You told me you were." He continued. "How will you prove that to me, and more importantly, to yourself?"

Julie clenched her jaw and outwardly accepted the reprimand gracefully. She repeated she was sorry and that the fault was all hers. "Your instructions were clear Master. It is I who was not strong."

The words coming out of Julie's own mouth tasted bitter and she almost choked on them.

"SHHHHH" he said putting his index finger to her lips. He pulled her closer putting her head on his chest. He hugged her and at the same time brushed an errant strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Julie, Julie, Julie..." he breathed, "I thought we were past this." 

"I'm sorry." Julie repeated. "I can do better Master. I WILL do better Master. Please give me another chance to prove myself." 

"Relax." He said reassuringly and holding her back so he could see into her eyes. "You will get another chance. But first there is this little issue of consequences. I cannot let this go unpunished. You do understand that don't you? Julie?"

Julie's defiant streak reappeared as she hissed "Yes Master" through clenched teeth.

"There... there..."he said holding her face with both hands. "It will be alright." 

Julie hated his condescending attitude, but more than that she hated the fact that it was her own mistake that had allowed him this victory.

The Master leaned down and gently kissed Julie on the forehead. He paused just long enough for Julie to regain her composure, then stepped back, turned to the first maid and snapped, "You know what to do."

Instantly both maids sprang into action. The First started digging into the housekeeping cart they had pushed into the room while the Second approached Julie and guided her to the bed. She was obliged to lay face down across it with her hands and legs sticking over the sides. The First found what she was looking for; four prepared ropes with cuffs on one end of each rope.. The cuffs were very quickly snapped and secured around Julie's wrists and ankles. The First piled up the two pillows from the bed and two more pillows from the hall closet and placed them under Julie's hips while the second maid reached under the bed and slid out four metal extension arms that were affixed to the underside of the bed frame. Each extension arm had a metal ring welded to it. 

That's convenient though Julie. Almost like they had it planned. Julie hadn't noticed these extension arms before and doubts that she'd have known what they were for if she had. She admired the engineering of how they simply folded away and blended into the structure of the bed when not in use. Then she wondered why they would be there on her bed in the first place. Did all the beds in this hotel have them?

The other end of the ropes were fed through these rings, pulled tight, and secured to four cleats on the undersides of the bed that had been put there for that purpose. With surprising speed Julie was rendered vulnerable and totally helpless. She was secured into almost the same kneeling prostrated position as she was before except this time her legs were spread and her hips were supported by pillows. And she was again... waiting.

Julie thought she knew what was coming.

"No, no, no... this is not happening." Julie told herself. "This can't be happening now... it's too soon. I don't deserve this. I didn't do anything wrong."

Slowly... ever so slowly... the Master removed his waistcoat, neatly folded it, and placed it over the back of a chair. "Crops." He ordered.

The First returned to the cart and retrieved a neatly tied bundle. As she unrolled it and placed it on the bed, the Master calmly rolled up his sleeves. The bundle contained a selection of thin canes and riding crops, about 20 in total. Julie had a front row seat and stared transfixed as the Master perused the selection, grabbed one and swung it through the air. He was testing it. 

In the back of Julie's mind was the memory that she had signed on for this. After she had accepted his little challenge she and the Master had actually signed a written contract. That contract laid out in very specific terms what he could and could not do, and this was clearly within his right. For the first time, Julie felt she had made a mistake. She chastised herself for her own stupidity at jumping and running to the door, and for signing that damn contact in the first place. There is no way she should have run to the door; he had warned her that it was not easy to supersede reflexes. Yet she was so used to succeeding at everything she had tried, what made her think this was anything different. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." she repeated to herself.

The Master traded his first choice for another and finally a third, and each time he chose he whipped it through the air, feeling it's balance, it's weight; and making some kind of mental calculation. Each time the crop whistled and sang as it sliced the air and each time it did, Julie winced. While this was going on, the Second carefully folded a facecloth into a small thick wrap, ran a thin cord through the folds and approached Julie with it. Without a word, she motioned that Julie should accept the bundle into her mouth. Julie did, and clamped down on it with her teeth as the Second tied the cord around her head.

At last satisfied with his selection, the Master nodded a silent command to the Second. Seeing this, the First re-rolled the bundle of crops to get them out of the way while the Second placed a blindfold on Julie's eyes. The last thing that Julie saw before the blackness of the blindfold was a look of fear in the eyes of the Second. The maids knew what was coming; they had both experienced it themselves before, and they empathised. The fear was infectious and Julie caught it. Julie strained against her bindings. She knew that depending on what kind of rope was used, they would often stretch, even just a little. If they would stretch enough to give her a little slack... well... she really didn't know what she would do... she just knew she wanted as much slack as she could get. 

It didn't matter what she would have done with it; there was none. She could struggle and pull till she was blue in the face but there was no give at all, and certainly no way she was getting loose. She was utterly helpless and totally at the Master's mercy.

The room was now silent save for Julie's struggling. Julie was furious at herself for letting herself be put into this position; furious at the Master for what he was about to do, and furious at the maids for actually being the instruments of his design. She took her fury out on the ropes binding her. She screamed and fought as hard as she could but there was just no changing her predicament. Julie was bound, gagged, and blinded and this time, the bindings were real. Eventually she stopped struggling and listened. She listened intently... straining to hear any movement... anything that would give her a clue as to what was happening in the room. She listened for anything that would act as a warning so she could steel herself against what she knew was imminent. Both maids went to the centre of the room and kneeled awaiting further orders. They were totally silent save for their breathing. Julie waited.


Julie Waited Ch. 01



Julie told herself she could get through this if she could determine when the blows were coming. She promised herself a shopping spree and possibly those new shoes she had being eyeing... the really expensive ones... for enduring this ordeal. In her mind she promised to trust the Master from now on, if He would just be gentle with her now. Unfortunately, that vow would remain unstated. She was gagged and had no way of transmitting that message.

The waiting was painful. Not painful like before. Before it was simply sore muscles and lack of movement that caused a slight discomfort. This was painful in a totally different way. This pain was caused by her own mind. The anticipation, and at the same time, the not-knowing caused a wave of sadness and depression to wash over her. Julie had no way of knowing this but the Second closed her eyes unable to watch. The Master just stood there breathing.

"Why doesn't he do it already?" Julie wondered. "Why doesn't he just get it over with?" The waiting was killing her and she found herself wishing for what she had only moments ago dreaded. 

The Master moved. Julie winced but no blow came. The Master crouched by Julie's head and whispered into her ear. While he talked he gently caressed her cheek. The Master told her that this was painful for him as well... that he really didn't like having to punish her. His hand moved to one of her arms that was framing her face. It followed a line down the underside of her arms, through her armpit, continued down her side and stopped at her hips. Julie shuttered at the touch. It was a gentle and delicious caress that teetered on the verge of a tickle as it passed her underarms. Like the rush one gets at the sudden and brief experience of zero "G" on a roller coaster, Julie prayed for it to stop then just as quickly desired it again.

The Master began to caress Julie's bottom. He kneaded and massaged it. Instinctively Julie began to rock her hips enjoying the sensation. His hand slowly roamed and freely covered her entire buttock. It found, then traced the fold at the top of the leg where the leg meets the buttocks to its natural well-spring. It inched closer to, but never quite reached her golden zone, but instead settled on the space between the anus and the vagina. He ever so gently stroked this place all the while talking about how strong she was, how she could get through this, and how it would make her stronger in the long run. 

Julie arched her hips and pressed against his hand. While the words sounded nice, on some level, Julie couldn't quite force herself to believe them. He couldn't be planning something so wicked while he actually did something so nice could he? And if he really didn't want to... he could simply choose not to. There seemed to be a certain hypocrisy in his words... the same feeling that a child gets when a parent or teacher is forced to proffer corporal punishment. 

On this same level, Julie felt like this little girl. She felt 8 years old again. She was powerless, overwhelmed and she didn't quite understand all the decisions that were being made for her supposedly for her benefit. This feeling alone left her uneasy. She wasn't that lost little girl anymore and she had the battle scars to prove it. And while this whole experience was new to her, and an area of her soul that she was just, or finally, beginning to explore, she decided that as much control as she had voluntarily given away, she had to reclaim it again. Ultimately... that was why she was here in the first place.

By now, Julie had accepted her fate and lay there proudly, almost defiantly daring him to do his worst. He was going to do this or he wasn't. Whatever he chose to do was his decision but how she chose to deal with it was her decision. He might be able to mandate her behaviour, but he could not mandate who or what she was, or how she dealt with whatever he did. That was her decision and hers alone. He could not control her thoughts.

That knowledge gave her strength. And it was a good thing too, because she was going to need every ounce of it.

The Master stepped back and laid one end of his crop across Julie's backside. It rested there for a few minutes while he repositioned his feet to give himself better balance and to measure his stroke. Much like a golfer lining up for a shot, he had to make sure he was at the optimum distance to get the most power from his swing. He raised his crop high above his head and brought it down slowly. He was taking a practice swing, checking that he had enough ceiling height and that nothing would interfere.

"Melisa," he said over his shoulder, "Would you be ever so kind as to find us some ice?" The Second immediately jumped up, grabbed the ice bucket and left the room. 

The Master slowly raised his crop one last time... waited for a few seconds... then brought it down... hard.

"CHRIST" was the thought that went through Julie's head as every muscle in her body tightened. It was an automatic response. Her hands and arms clenched, as did her legs and buttocks, and her jaw. Beneath the blindfold her eyes opened wide in complete surprise. Her chest tightened so hard she physically stopped breathing. Searing pain exploded across her bottom. Five seconds later the pain was still building. Julie would have screamed but she had no breath with which to do so. "HOLY – CHRIST" she reiterated to herself as finally, the immense sting started to dissipate. At last Julie exhaled then deeply inhaled taking a cleansing breath.

The Master reached forward with his left hand and gently caressed Julie's rear. His middle finger traced the rising welt as he admired his handiwork. Julie flinched at his touch but she craved his touch as much as she feared it. The skin across her backside was incredibly tender but as soft and gentle as his touch was; it was not without a slight tingling as well.

"Nice," He said aloud, but mostly to himself.

"Again!" he declared stepping back and preparing to strike. Julie took three quick shallow breaths through her clenched teeth and one deep breath which she held. She closed her eyes tightly preparing herself for the fresh pain.

WHACK, WHACK came the blows in quick succession. Again, Julie's whole body shuddered as she bore through it. Her eyes teared up and her butt felt like it was on fire. It burned with heat as if touched by a red hot poker. She bit down hard on her gag and was thankful for it.

The Master turned and looked at the First kneeling in the centre of the room. She was staring, transfixed. He watched her as he reached out to again caress Julie's ass. The First noticeably flinched as he made contact with the new rising welts.

The door opened and in walked the Second with a full ice bucket. She set it down within easy reach of the Master, then returned to her space beside the First and kneeled.

The Master let his caresses wander further afield than just her buttock. He let his nails ever so gently drag up and around her back, down her side, her leg, across and back up the inside of her thigh. When he got to the top of the thigh, he gently parted the lips, and continued up tracing the crack until it again met the expanding redness running perpendicular to his direction of travel. He felt the growing wetness on his fingers. He saw and felt a wave of goose-flesh wash over Julie's body closely following the path of his hand. He brought his hand to his face and first smelled, then tasted his fingers.

"Methinks that someone is enjoying this just a little more than they are supposed to." He said with the hint of a mischievous grin. "I can fix that." Without warning the Master stepped back and quickly let loose a deluge of devastating blows.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK

Julie, without the chance to steel herself against the pain, let out a muffled cry. It was more of a grunt than a cry; an involuntary knee-jerk reaction mostly caused by the surprise. Julie cursed herself just the same. She had already made up her mind to suffer this ordeal on her own terms, not His, and to her, showing any kind of distress or weakness was not something she wanted to do.

The First started to tear up and turned her head away. The Second saw this and held out her arms. They hugged each other for mutual support. Because of a now shared past experience, they were vicariously suffering the same as Julie.

The Master turned and started to slowly pace. He was twisting, stretching and loosening his neck and shoulders much like an Olympic athlete just prior to competition. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the distress that the maids were in, then looked at Julie and saw that she was still straining at her bindings. Obviously the pain had not subsided yet. He smiled. Pausing just a little and acting just a little condescendingly, with a wave of his hand he allowed the maids to go to Julie's aid. Instantly they leaped up and ran to her. The First ran straight to the other side of the bed and kneeled down close to where Julie's head and outstretched arms where. She grabbed Julie's left hand with both of hers and brought her head down so that their foreheads touched. The Second grabbed the ice bucket and immediately started to sooth Julie's flaming redness. It was already starting to bruise and showed marks that looked like little tiny bolts of lightning radiating out from the points of impact. The Second could feel the heat emanating from the glowing red.

The Master was still pacing obviously enjoying his handiwork. "That was three. The next will be four. We'll be going to six today."

"SIX?" thought Julie... she was only half done? Less when you consider the cumulative nature of his beatings. That meant that while there were only three more "events" to endure, there were still 15 more actual blows. She had only received six and her ass was already on fire. She was less than 1/3rd of the way through. "How could she possibly endure this?" she wondered. According to their contract, there was no "safe word" for this encounter. Julie was starting to wonder if she'd gotten in over her head. How well did she know the Master... really?

Julie had only been intimate with the Master three times previous to this. While on a Mexican holiday, they had met and eventually had had sex, but it was more recreational than a deep emotional commitment. It was on their second encounter that they started to discuss each of their needs and wants. It was also the first time in her life Julie had allowed herself to be tied up. It didn't matter that it was also the first time in her life that the opportunity presented itself. It was pretty mild, even by her standards. Really only a token tying-of-the-hands-behind-her-back, and she could have gotten out any time she wanted if the need ever arose, but it had been her first exposure to anything related to bondage. Surprisingly, although she had no idea why, she had found the idea of it rather exciting. More than anything it was still just a promise of what might be possible. The third... that was different. During the third encounter, much like now, she had been totally incapacitated; securely tied and gaged. He could have done anything he had wanted then and she would have been powerless to stop him. It was the first time in her life she had been totally without control, at someone else's mercy, powerless. He had given her a "safe-word" but she never came remotely close to using it, or needing it. He didn't even spank her. As helpless as she was, all the Master had done was caress, massage, stimulate and lightly tickle. He had brought her to an extremely satisfying orgasm. It was after this encounter that they had had that friendly little argument over "serving vs. being served," and he had challenged her into accepting the terms of their contract.

Normally, she excels at negotiation, but she remembered feeling totally lost during this particular negotiation. The main reason for this was her total inexperience in this area of her sexuality; her own desires. She knew that there was something missing in her life, but she had no idea what it was. He had promised to show her the way. Yes, it was stated that he was entitled to administer up to three (3) such punishments where any safe-word was null and void for the duration of the event, but no timeline had been agreed to and she had just assumed that this wouldn't happen till way in the future if at all. Her vacation would eventually end and she had no idea if she would even see him again after that. At the time, she had wondered about that little "no safe-word" caveat. She hadn't even thought of the concept of a safe word until he had given her one. But why even give a safe word, then take it away the first time you might need it? It just seemed funny to her. He appeared to have so much more experience than she did, she just assumed that it was normal for others in this lifestyle. She now wondered if she had made a serious mistake.

These pangs of doubt led to real fear. She suddenly realized that she really didn't know anyone else in the room. She was the one tied up and helpless, and she had no idea who any of these people were. That started to really scare her.

Number four took a decidedly different approach. It started off with the Master removing her blindfold.

"I want you to see this coming." He said.

He then took a position not at her side as he was before, but behind her, and between her bound legs. Through the corner of her eye Julie watched him lining up and taking his practice swings as before squarely targeting the individual cheeks of her buttocks. With her hips on the stacked pillow as they were, it made for the most inviting and accessible target. But when the blows finally came (and there were indeed four of them) he had stepped slightly back at the last minute. The result of this small step was that the blows missed her buttock completely and instead landed squarely on her pussy, and he only made contact with the leather tab at the end of the crop instead of the body of the crop itself.

The end effect was four stinging slaps delivered to a highly targeted and extremely intimate part of her anatomy rather than the expected mind numbing pain explosions spread out across the largest muscle in the human body. It was like being "snapped" with an elastic band but was still very effective. Julie was not used to this kind of treatment to an area of her person that was so private... so intimate. It totally surprised her. The new sensations rippled through her privates adding excitement and dare she say it; danger. And coupled with the realization that she did NOT have to endure what she had been preparing for, Julie actually experienced a mild sense of euphoria. This time, the gasp that escaped her lips was one of pleasure. A full body flush washed over her and it was noticed by both the First and the Second. Partly because they had been sharing her pain, they also vicariously shared this little piece of pleasure.

Julie didn't know it, but the body has an extremely complex and lightning fast reaction to pain. Some of these responses include dilation of the pupils, changes to blood pressure and heart rate, changes to ones breathing, and changes to one's skin and body temperature. Since many of these are of the same physical reactions we have for joy and pleasure, sometimes the body can be fooled. 

In addition to these outward responses, there are inward responses too. Various chemicals are released to numb the pain and/or distract our mind from it. The beating she had just taken on her backside had released a flood of the very powerful "feel-good" endorphins into her blood stream. The trick is to stimulate the endorphins using pain, and then swap the sensations for pleasure before the body knows what's happened. It's the classic "Bait & Switch" and the Master was very good at it.

Round five started with the traditional practice swings but this time lining up right on Julie's pussy again. She knew what to expect, or so she thought, and she was actually looking forward to it. The first four real swings did in fact land smack on the lips covering Julie's clitoris, but the last one landed squarely, and with extra weight and force, on Julie's right buttocks. She came on the spot.

As much as Julie had promised herself not to show any outward signs or give any indication whatsoever of her reactions to the punishment she was receiving, there was no mistaking her orgasm. It wasn't particularly large or earth shattering, but it was an orgasm, and as soon as it started, the Second reached over and started massaging Julie's clit. She was certainly wet enough, and the extra rubbing and caressing was enough to simply extend the sensation into a warm and delicious experience. But as nice as this sensation was, this orgasm aroused more than it sated. Julie was now extremely turned on, and she could not wait for the last six blows to be over with. She welcomed them and she didn't even care if they came, all six harder than ever, across her already enflamed backside. There was no steeling herself to the pain any more, no deep breath, no mental psych-out required. She was ready and hoping that with the punishment out of the way, the Master would free her then fuck her silly. That's what she thought this was all leading to, it's what she wanted, and she wanted it right now. The remaining six blows were not of importance anymore, they were just something inconsequential to be finished with, and the sooner the better.

Julie worked to adjust the gag so it wouldn't interfere with her speaking. The first works spoken were, "Thank you sir... may I have another?" This time it was the Master who appeared surprised.

"Another...? Another what? Another spanking or another orgasm?"

It was an honest question yet for some reason, that struck Julie as funny and she started to giggle. She had been thinking of the spanking but another orgasm would be just fine with her as well. Julie opened her mouth to speak... then couldn't decide what to say. The Master had asked a question and both alternatives would have been acceptable. She stammered for a response. If she chose one, would that by default negate the other? She had thought that finishing the spanking would naturally lead to the next activity and hence, another orgasm, but there was nothing that said that was necessarily true. If she chose orgasm, would he think she wasn't strong enough to finish the spanking? And while it really didn't matter to her if she received the last six blows or not, having him THINK she wasn't strong enough to accept them was something she absolutely did not want to give the impression of.

She then thought of him... of what he must be thinking. He had asked a question and she was taking way too long to answer. From what little she knew about him, apparently that was not something you ever wanted to do with the Master especially in light of the contract they were currently operating under.

She tried to picture him and his response. In her mind she became that third party viewer again, surveying the room from somewhere up in the corner. That's when she got an image in her mind of what she must look like as well. Bound up, blindfolded, ass in the air, welt covered, mouth hanging open. The image made her giggle even more. The laughter was becoming contagious and both the First and the Second started to smile and exchange knowing glances. 

Julie fought to come up with something to say... anything really. She finally answered. She simply said "Yes" then promptly broke into laughter. 

She tried to stifle it but it was too late. The First and Second were also fighting to stifle laughter.

"Silence... all of you!" demanded the Master. "Or would you both like to share Julie's fate?" he asked addressing the maids. They dutifully lowered their heads and pursed their lips trying to stop the giggling. They stole sideways glances at each other. Again, it was a simple, almost rhetorical question, and under a normal circumstance, it wouldn't have required an answer. But this was far from normal circumstances. 




Julie Waited Ch. 01



As soon as he asked the question the Master appeared to know he had made a mistake. 

DUHHHH!!!! Of course they would. Everyone knew (or at least suspected) that her fate was a night of fear and excitement, of pushing life-long boundaries, of taking the first steps into a much needed journey of self-discovery and eventually more, and more powerful, orgasms. Who wouldn't want a share in that? But that wasn't the response they were "supposed" to give. The First stood up as if at attention. She was trying to show the utmost reverence and respect. But when she spoke she stated in exactly the same tone and intonation that Julie had just spoke; "YES!"

That was too much. All three erupted in uncontrollable laughter. The Master was visibly angry.

"Fine." He said. "Have it your way."

And with that he went around the bed to where the Second was still kneeling, pulled down her pants, (they had a standing order not to wear any underwear) and gave her two hard, swift strokes; one on each cheek. The Second grimaced in pain as each swipe made contact, but it didn't stop the laughter. In fact, it caused the others to laugh harder. The Master did the same with the First, and finally with Julie. Each time one of them got their stroke the others laughed more. It seems that misery really does enjoy company, and laughter really is the best medicine.

The Master was seething, but resigned to the fact that trying to control the room now was akin to trying to stop the tide. He angrily threw his riding crop in the general direction of the maid's trolley, turned to the First and through clenched teeth said, "Untie her, see to her wounds, and transport her to the dungeon using the normal protocol." He then turned and stomped out of the room.

Julie startled... "Dungeon? This 5 star hotel has a dungeon?"

The door to the room hadn't even closed yet when both the maids sprang into action. The First immediately removed Julie's bonds as the Second applied fresh ice to her still swelling back side. Julie jumped when the ice was first applied and the Second reassured with a comforting touch. "I know it's a shock," she said, "But it's for the best. Trust me."

Somehow she did trust her.

After the First had finished, she walked up behind the second and examined her fresh welts as well.

"What you did... that was amazing." She said to Julie.

"I'm sorry if I got you two involved." Julie responded.

"Don't worry. It was well worth it." The Second chimed in examining her own growing welts. "To see him back pedal like that... I didn't think I'd ever see that from him.

"What's so special about him?" Julie asked.

The maids looked at each other and smiled.

"The Phoenix? Well... he's the Phoenix. And you bested him. One just doesn't best The Phoenix." The First said. "Especially someone at your level."

Julie pondered all this new information. "Level? You have levels? And what do you mean 'someone?' Have there been others? Did you have to go through what I just went through? Was it the same for you? And tell me about this dungeon..." 

"Whoa, whoa whoa..." interrupted the Second. "This is your first time and we've already said too much. We're not even supposed to be talking to you, especially after what you did to the Phoenix."

"But I didn't DO anything..." Julie protested.

"Listen... They call him 'The Phoenix' for a reason." the First explained. He creates life out of ashes. He has this knack... this power almost... of reading people. He finds people who are dying inside or already dead... and he... he gives them a new life."

"Exactly... usually out of the ashes of their old one." continued the Second. "That means that your old life ends up burned."

"Interesting..." thought Julie as she filed the information away for future use.

"Interesting..." smiled the Master as he quietly listened from just outside the room. And as he finally turned and left, he couldn't help thinking that everything was going exactly to plan.



Julie Waited Ch. 02



Back in the room, Julie, at last able to stand, stretched and relieved the tightness in her shoulders and lower back. It felt so good. She examined herself in the mirror and was surprised at the colour and definition of the welts across her bottom. The Maids were privy to the teeniest flash of pride exhibited by Julie and they exchanged knowing glances, but after their quick mini-revolt and conversation with Julie, they were quick to fall back into their dutiful responsibilities. 

The first brought up the maid's cart and slid open a curtain to reveal a hidden space inside the cart. The cart had a false top. How clever. Thought Julie.

The First then zip-tied Julie's ankles, knees and wrists together, and she was encouraged to "hide" in the cart. In order to do so she had to curl up almost in a ball. She was still naked. The last thing that the First did before closing the sliding curtain was to attach her tied wrists to a hook on the ceiling of the cart. Julie was forced to sit in an almost fetal position with all her weight on her already enflamed buttock. The maids then straightened the bed, replaced the sliding arms to their collapsed position under the bed frame, gave the room a quick once-over, and left pushing the cart with Julie hidden inside. 

Now, one might think that with such a valuable cargo being held in such a compromising position that one would take the most direct and secure route to one's destination possible. One might be wrong. 

The maids kept to their regular cleaning schedule. They spent a further 45 minutes on that one floor alone then moved the cart down to a space very close to the front desk. They simply parked it while they both disappeared for about half an hour. During this half hour, Julie again felt incredibly vulnerable. She was effectively sitting in the front lobby of a major hotel naked, and she still had to pee. The only thing hiding her was a thin curtain that anyone could easily open if they knew she was there. What if some young child went exploring? What if the hotel door opened at the wrong time and a breeze ruffled the drape hiding her? What if someone needed to throw away a piece of trash and saw the cart thinking they could easily use this? She'd be exposed. She'd be incredibly embarrassed. She'd have a very hard time explaining it.

There was also the fact that sitting there on the hard surface was making her butt numb. Even without the pain from the caning she had just had, Julie was finding it very difficult to sit still. That was part of her dilemma. The more she fidgeted, the more she risked detection, yet not fidgeting meant a severely increased discomfort level. She also couldn't vocalize anything. It's one thing to suffer discomfort but it was absolute torture to be forced to suffer in silence. And the verification as to exactly how tenuous Julie's predicament was, was the fact that the curtain hiding Julie wasn't totally closed. There was still a sliver of light shining in, and that meant a crack in the curtain that Julie could see out. She could see the feet of the people standing in line at the front desk, hear their conversation with the hotel staff, and see the suitcases being temporarily stacked up inches from where she sat. It would take almost nothing for Julie to be discovered. Julie knew that if she could see out... others could see in. All they'd have to do was look down from just the right angle.

Time seemed to pass interminably slow. How long had she been there she wondered. She couldn't feel her legs anymore, her buttock was throbbing and the pressure building up in her bladder was excruciating. She longed to relieve herself, to stretch out her legs, to roll over and take the weight off her ass; even a deep breath would have helped her discomfort. It was amazing how simply sitting in a tucked position for such an extended period of time could affect one's ability to breathe properly.

At last the maids returned and eventually started to wheel Julie away. They didn't seem to be in a rush though. She could hear them chatting about recent events from the extended coffee break they had just been on and heard them rehash some of the gossip they had just been privy too from others in the staff lounge. It made her wonder if she had been the topic of some of that conversation. How many other staffers were part of this game she was in the middle of? Julie had no idea. Julie was quickly beginning to realize that this is way bigger than a simple afternoon rendezvous she had been expecting. 

In fact, nothing was happening as she had expected it to. She was feeling every bit the naïve newbie she had once been called, and that, in itself bothered her too. Who were these people? It certainly brought up the question of exactly how she had ended up at this particular resort hotel in the first place. One thing was certain though, whatever this was that she was doing, she was in way over her head.

To Julie's horror, the cart was wheeled outside. With the slight breeze that was blowing, the chances were pretty good that at some point, the only thing hiding her; this thin, flimsy curtain, would fail to adequately do its job. She also hadn't counted on the cobblestones. The cart was now bouncing down what seemed like an endless road of bumps and pitfalls. Each bump the wheels hit sent searing pain through Julie's buttocks and exacerbated the pressure on her bladder.

"Hey guys. Can you find a better path?" Julie whispered. "I have to pee something awful and these cobblestones are killing me here."

"Shhhhhhhhh... You're not supposed to be talking." The First responded.

Julie thought she almost sounded a little brusque. She had thought that she and the other girls had somehow bonded, that they were all in this together. Weren't they on her side here? 

"Sorry... It's just that I really, really have to pee and these bumps are making it worse."

The cart stopped. Julie could hear some rustling around in the side pouches of the cart. Then without warning, the curtain opened and there kneeling down beside her was the second.

"I said you're NOT to be talking." The First said rather sternly. "If you can't restrain yourself, we have orders to do it for you."

The second reached in and quickly fastened a ball gag around Julie's head with the ball securely in her mouth. Julie was totally taken by surprise. This was definitely NOT what she had expected from them. To make matters worse, the second forgot to close the curtain again. She was now being wheeled around outside in public, naked, bound and gagged. She felt extremely vulnerable. She frantically looked around to see if anyone was watching but could only see a few feet around her. She felt certain that she herself was visible from just about any place in the courtyard. With the ball in her mouth she couldn't even inform anyone that the curtain was still open. She felt helpless and was beginning to panic for the second time today. 

Julie had no way of knowing that she wasn't actually visible to anyone; that the path they were taking had been carefully chosen to take advantage of the landscaping so that unless you were standing directly beside the cart, no sightlines allowed visual inspection below the shoulder height of the average woman. Whoever had designed this elaborate scenario was intelligent enough to know that a hostage's mind could create its own reality that was far scarier than anything anyone else could create for them. It's why books are always better than the movie made from the book. No matter what special effects a movie-maker has access to, it's nothing compared to the images that the reader's own imagination can create.

Julie's panic reached fever pitch when the maids again parked the cart and walked away. This was soooo much worse than being parked by the front desk. She was now openly exposed for the whole world to see. She was bound and gagged, and she still had to pee... desperately. The pain from her backside was also reaching epic proportions. It slowly dawned on her that she had no idea what to do. Julie's forte had always been problem solving but for the first time that she could remember, her previously omnipotent logical mind was at a loss of what to do. There was no Plan "B." She was totally at the mercy of someone else; it was a feeling that she was not used to or comfortable with.

Julie was so thankful when her captors eventually returned that she almost started to cry. She could hear them talking beside her cart. From that point on they didn't waste much time; just a few seconds to confirm instructions and they were off again. One set of double doors into a nearby building, one short corridor, a right turn, a downward sloping ramp, two more sets of double doors and they were there.

Julie had little chance to peruse the area to see exactly where "there" was. Even with the curtain open she could still only see a few feet around her cart and even then, only the ground. To make matters worse, the First again ruffled through the top of the cart, then bent down beside her and slipped a blindfold over Julie's eyes. Rather than fight it, or panic further, Julie's immediate reaction was almost one of resignation. They were going to do what they were going to do and it didn't matter what Julie said, or wanted. For one of the first times in her life she let her logic mind rest and simply "accepted." It was surprising how calming that was, almost therapeutic. 

The maids simply began walking away, but along with the retreating footsteps, Julie could also hear approaching footsteps; the loudest definitely being a man's footsteps and definitely walking with purpose.

Julie heard the steps stop right beside her; then felt herself being lifted by a set of strong masculine arms. She was being carried almost like an infant, and like an infant, she was fighting back tears.

"There, there... it's almost over."

It was "Him." Julie recognized his voice immediately. A wave of euphoria washed over her as her rescuer held her in his arms, shielding her, protecting her. The tears that had been threatening earlier now began to flow freely. She began to sob uncontrollably.

"You probably have to relieve yourself too... am I right?" He said it almost paternally. 

Julie nodded between her crying spasms. She was set down on her feet and the zip-ties around her ankles and knees were cut. It felt so good to be able to straighten her legs and back, and even better now that the weight was off her buttocks.

"You may squat and relieve yourself."

What... Here? In the middle of the floor? she wondered to herself.

"Yes, here." He said, almost reading her mind.

Julie hesitated... this was so outside her comfort zone it wasn't funny. All her life Julie had had a deep sense of propriety. She was always doing the right thing, living inside the box, being who she thought she was supposed to be, and all within a very tight set of societal rules of acceptable behaviour. Being naked in public for the past few hours too was way beyond her norm. But she could rationalize that, convince herself that that wasn't her fault, she had no choice; they made her do it. Peeing on the floor in front of someone else... that was just weird, and there was no way this was socially acceptable behaviour. Not knowing what to do, she simply stood and continued to sob. Eventually He spoke again.

"Look... I said you could relieve yourself here. You can either trust me or you can continue to hold it. Your choice. I always told you that service involves trust. I have never given you reason not to trust me. In fact, I don't need to remind you that previously NOT trusting me just about cost you your life. But ultimately I don't think it will matter if you trust me or not. Nature is stronger than your misguided sense of social decorum, and eventually nature will win. You can either end your suffering now, or end your suffering later. But either way, it will end with the same result."

He had said it was her choice but in reality there was no choice. He was right, nature would always eventually win. Things were getting desperate and if she didn't have access to a proper toilet she was just going to have to do it here. It wasn't her desired choice but sometimes you had to take what was given to you. She decided to humble herself and get it over with. She spread her legs and squatted.

The feeling had not quite returned to Julie's legs. She teetered and just about fell. He was there to catch her. His hand on her bare skin was electrifying. She couldn't see him but she could smell him and she felt his warm breath on the nape of her neck. He helped her down, and then kneeled down beside to steady her until she found her balance. She felt his warm breath again as he whispered encouragement in her ear. He put his hand on the small of her back. After everything she had just been through, he was so comforting she wanted nothing more than to please him.

As bad a Julie had to pee, surprisingly, she could not "let go." She had been holding it in so long, willing herself not to that now when she tried to, she couldn't. Him beside her, touching her, tantalizing her wasn't helping things either. Her mind had to find a way to trick her body into believing it was okay to let go. That help came from the most unexpected of places.

As Julie struggled, the Master rose and stepped aside as she was suddenly and most unceremoniously drenched by a stream of warm water from a nearby garden hose. Julie was suddenly overwhelmed by competing reactions. She was being doused unexpectedly by water; she was shocked and infuriated. She was being enveloped by an all-encompassing spray of warmth; she enjoyed and luxuriated in it. She was being released from her pain and torment by the appearance of a warm liquid stream of her own that was being simultaneously concealed and cleansed by the water from the hose; she felt joy and overwhelming relief.

When she was done, Julie was ordered to stand. It was an order she gladly obeyed. Standing itself felt good and now that the feeling was returning to her legs, it made her more stable. She was a little shocked when he took her still bound hands, lifted them up, and hooked them over something suspended from the ceiling apparently put there for just such a purpose. Without warning she was again immediately rendered helpless. Julie heard someone walk over to the wall and adjust something there. She heard a cranking sound when all of a sudden the tension increased on her arms and she was forced to stand on her tiptoes and stretch up even more. Immediately, all of Julie's remaining senses became heightened. She was still wearing the blindfold, so if she wanted to know anything about what was to happen, she'd need all her wits about her.

Julie could sense him watching her. She waited for what seemed like a very long time but received no new input on where he was or what he was doing. The anticipation was overwhelming.

Suddenly, out of nowhere she heard the distinctive sound of a cane slicing through the air. Julie's reaction was instinctual and visceral. Simultaneously she flinched and screamed. 

"NOOOOOOOOO" she tried to scream through the gag in her mouth. "It's too soon!" It was unintelligible, but it didn't matter; it wasn't needed. The only thing that made contact with Julie's soft skin was the gentle caress of his hand as he dragged his fingertips across her lower abdomen. She shuddered as her stomach muscles convulsed. It was a most delicious convulsion. 

The difference between what he had made her "expect" compared to what she actually experienced was a shock to Julie's system. It sent her mind spinning. She was so lost. Over the past few hours Julie had been on such a rollercoaster ride she had no idea what to trust anymore. All of her preconceptions, her belief systems, in fact her very identity had been challenged. She was at the stage that she couldn't trust anything she had previously known to be true, not even her own senses. She was way out of control and it was totally disorientating.

"Sometimes you must lose yourself in order to find yourself." It was a common theme in all the business coaching forums and self-help books Julie had read. From an academic perspective, Julie had believed it to be true but she never really understood it until now. Right now, Julie was truly lost. And after being so lost, the only thing remaining was to find herself... to find out who she truly was. As strange as it seemed that's exactly what "He" was here to help her do. His way was a little unconventional, but effective just the same. Right now, His way involved touch, and touch her He did.

With Julie as incapacitated as she was, He was free to do whatever he wanted. He stood beside her and let His hands wander freely over her entire body save three specific places. She felt there was urgency in His touch; not the gentle caress or the slow massage, but a frantic exploration of her body. He seemed to need to go everywhere and be everything, to experience all of her through His fingers. Being "experienced" like that was very empowering. It made her feel incredibly desired, and with all her senses as heightened as they were, His touch felt euphoric. Goose bumps followed His every stroke. Every new thing He did sent shivers up her spine and every shiver simply increased her desire for more. When His hands finally found one spot that up until now they had been consciously avoiding, her reaction was almost primeval; she groaned, arched her back, and spread her legs as far as standing on her tiptoes would allow. She ached to have arms free to encircle him, to return the favour, to experience Him. Her inability to do was a little disquieting, but it meant that she was only allowed to concentrate on her own pleasures. She had the freedom to simply enjoy with no shame and no judgement. And enjoy she did. It seemed like an hour, but in reality was more like 15 minutes, but it was 15 minutes like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was 15 minutes of giving herself completely over to the experience. 

Julie's first orgasm started slow, built to an amazing crescendo and seemed to last forever. Her legs shook and she found she couldn't stand balanced anymore. If she hadn't been suspended as she was she absolutely would have crumpled. But being supported as she was also meant that just because she came didn't mean it all had to stop. The Master seemed to take this as nothing but a signal to up the ante a little. He swung her around so she was facing Him then kneeled and took her in his mouth. Her legs were forced open so far they didn't touch the ground anymore. The only place for them was around the Master's neck. This forced her into somewhat of a reclining position but also meant that she had the ability to actively place whatever part of her pussy that needed the most attention exactly where it needed to be to get the most attention. She had never felt so in control simply by being so out of control. 

The Master was incredibly gifted with his tongue and since both hands were free, He put those to good use too. His hands traced paths across her abdomen and up her ribcage to the sides of her breasts. He circled the nipples without ever touching them. Little by ever so little He inched closer to the brown knobs that were the most sensitive. Julie was so turned on her nipples ached. She squirmed, trying to put her breasts into the path of his hands but was never quite able to get it right. But all that squirming had a side effect – it gave the Master access to a much larger territory with his mouth. The extra little forays his tongue made always ended up back at her hooded lady and when it did, He would suck it deep into his mouth and between his teeth. She loved that and moaned accordingly. When her moaning and grinding reached a fevered pitch, His hands at last attacked her breasts with a vengeance. He took booth nipples between his fingers and pulled, stretching them out as far as he dared. He spun them and pinched them and massaged them and all the while probing her as deep as He possible could.




Julie Waited Ch. 02



Julie's second orgasm was not so much an additional orgasm as it was a continuation and completion of her first. It was just at a much higher lever. It also surprised the hell out of Julie because she had never had two orgasms before. She had never thought of herself as multi-orgasmic. Yet as drained as she now was, she was not yet satiated. Her body craved more. 

The Master stood, and as he did Julie's legs slipped down from around his neck to around his waist. They would have slipped all the way down but he caught her legs in the crook of his elbows. He made one quick "flip" with a clasp on his belt and his pants fell free. This put her pussy directly in line with his massive cock, and one thrust later he was buried.

"OHHHHH MYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDD" was all that Julie could think as beneath her blindfold her eyes widened and her pupils dilated. "So this is what fucking feels like. What had she been doing up till now?"

Julie didn't have time to contemplate the answer as the Master didn't leave it at just the one thrust. Indeed, as talented as He was with His tongue, He was more so with His cock. He started a rhythm of pushing in hard and pulling out slow. Every time He pushed, Julie lost her breath just a little. There was a reason her groans matched His thrusts. Little by little the Master's tempo increased. Suspended as she was, her whole body swung like a battering ram, impaling itself over and over in the most delicious way. Julie let her head drop back, giving herself over to the sensation. Again and again He drove himself deeper and deeper into her. Again and again she grunted as He did so, unable to control her utterances. Over and over - faster and faster. 

Julie started to not only anticipate the thrust, but to reciprocate. Her whole body strained to pull itself forward; to crash into his loins in perfect synchronization. Her arms pulled her body up just a little to give His cock a better angle and a better chance to go still deeper. Julie found herself digging her heals into the small of His back helping him thrust. Doing so forced her own legs to spread even further, but it still never seemed enough. Again and again and again He slammed into her. Again and again and again she welcomed him, wanted him, craved him. His arms supported her but His hands guided her. They locked around her hips and repeatedly and violently pulled her cunt toward His groin. Julie could feel His need rising, His urgency almost palpable. His strokes became longer and longer until He was actually withdrawing every time. He was using the distance to take a run at it; to drive even harder, even deeper. For Julie, it was intoxicating. She felt as though they were one being striving for the same goal, and that goal was very close. He was hammering her as fast as He could, as hard as He could; as deep as He could, and she matched Him stroke for stroke. His cock felt so good to her, she could only imagine how good it felt for Him. At one point she thought she knew.

That point arrived when she felt the Master pause ever so briefly at the end of a thrust followed by a rolling shudder that seemed to rumble first through His whole body, then hers. His thrusts suddenly took on a whole new dimension. There was a new found urgency in the Master's action. She felt the force of His ejaculate impacted with the back wall of her cervix. 

Julie wasn't sure if she also had another orgasm or not, all she could feel was a wave of deep satisfaction wash over their one collective soul. It was a wave that seemed to slow down time, to suspend them both at this event horizon. Julie's third-person mind again watched the proceedings happening in slow motion from the upper corner of the room. She pictured his rippled muscles, taut with exertion, shudder as he finally released everything he had into her. She pictured her own body, suspended in the air, head thrown back in blissful satisfaction. She wondered who that person was. She was envious of that person. She wanted what that person appeared to have. Before today, she would not have been able to describe it but she certainly recognized it when she saw it... and that person below... that woman... she was experiencing it, and Julie wanted it.

As slowly as the wave had taken to build, it took almost that time to retreat... and then it was over.

Gently, the Master let Julie's legs drop. He then stood, pulled up His pants, fastened his belt and left. Julie was still suspended and still forced to stand on her tiptoes. She wasn't sure how long she could hold this position this time with her legs as weak as they were right now. She was physically exhausted. Fortunately, her ordeal was over for today.

Silently, unseen hands lowered the suspension hook above Julie's head, snipped the tie strap holding her wrists and removed her gag. She was in a daze and was glad for the support of the person helping her to stand. She had suspected before that she and the Master had not been alone; now, there was no doubt. In the back of her mind she was trying to resolve the fact that she had just had sex in a quasi-public forum, and somehow she was okay with that. 

She laughed at herself. She was way more than just "okay" with it. It has been glorious. She knew that when her mind had the time to process the events of the past few hours she would be forced to take a good long look at herself. If someone had asked her just a few short hours ago, there is no way that she would have thought it okay to share something as intimate as sex with any kind of an audience whatsoever. 

All that mental processing could wait though. Right now all she wanted was sleep.

A luxurious robe was wrapped around Julie's body and tied at the waist. Then, a wheelchair was brought up behind her and she was bid to sit. The person supporting her stayed in constant contact with her, and continued to hold her hand as she was wheeled away. 

"Relax. It's us."

Julie immediately recognized the voice of the First. It was somehow very comforting. A few sets of double doors, a long elevator ride, a carpeted corridor and a left turn put her into what she thought was a hotel room again. Tomorrow she would wake to find it her hotel room, but for now, she longed for her bed.

She was bid to stand, and as she did so her robe was effortless removed. The wheelchair was backed away and someone bent down to examine the welts on her buttock. She felt a warm liniment being gently applied and instantly the aroma of the mystery ointment filled the room; that same mystery ointment that had sparked this whole adventure in the first place. The relief to her backside was immediate, and the gentleness of the person applying it was mildly intimate. Julie heard the covers being pulled back and she realized that she was indeed standing in front of her bed. She didn't need coaxing. 

Julie was a little surprised when the First and the Second, both naked, also climbed into bed beside her, one on each side. They snuggled in and held her. After everything she had been through today she found this to be unexpectedly comforting. The mattress felt so soft and inviting. They were all covered with a thick goose-down quilt by a fourth person. Julie didn't even have the strength to remove her blindfold as she lay there in a state of deep relaxation. Her bliss was boundless. 

Just before she allowed herself to drift off, she briefly thought about this journey she was on. She had to admit that maybe the Master had a point after all. Maybe the relationship between those being served and those doing the serving wasn't as cut and dried as she once thought. She knew she still didn't' have all the answers, but now she felt she was at least on a path to find them and somehow this was all linked with her own personal journey. She had no idea where this journey was headed but as she lay there snuggled in the comforting arms around her, she knew two things for sure; she would never be the same again, and she couldn't wait for the next lesson.