A Meeting with Strict Julie

I have a fan who leaves comments and writes to me. You know him as spanky97301. I figure either he lives in Oregon (zip code?) or he was born Jan 30, 1997, or none of the above!

He was fantasizing about what a genuine real live meeting with me would be like. I asked him to write me and tell me how he thought it would go. He wrote back a very elaborate multi-part story involving me, my sister Sue, my friend Tracy and her husband John, my husband david, and a giant women weightlifter type! I promised to write him back how I thought it would go. But then I got caught up in a bit of a submissive state and had been putting it off for a while, but I decided to finally write my version up, and am putting it here in case any of you other readers have similar fantasies of meeting me. You may want to think twice.

First of all, you would need to send my your government id. A photo of it via email, and I would want to check it somehow that it was legit. I am not taking any chances here. I would share the id and my intent to meet with you with my sister. I would not tell david.

We would arrange a date and a time. I would expect you to come to Toronto and book a hotel room in a decent downtown hotel. Just before our date you would email me the room number. I would let Sue know the time and place.

I would expect you to pay me for my time. Not a full pro fee such as I would pay to Mistress Violet. Just a fee to cover my Uber and my time. I am not going to be paid for catering to your fantasies. You will be catering to mine.

Just before knocking on your hotel room door I would text Sue and let her know I am going in. She would expect a text from me every 30 minutes. Else she will first try to call me, and then will call the cops if I don’t answer or if I use a pre-arranged innocuous sounding code word on the phone with her.

We would meet each other. You would pour us a glass of chilled white wine. We would chat for a bit. I want to know a bit about you, and how you interact.

I tell you that you will be tied and ball-gagged during our session. If you grunt out an SOS (short short short long long long short short short) I will end the session and leave the room. On the other hand, if you are able to last through the beating I intend to give you, you will be given a chance to lick my asshole, and I will finish you off with a handjob before I go.

I tell you to go to the bathroom, undress completely, and shower. Lots of soap and water, and shampoo your hair. I don’t care if you just did it already. You will be doing it again with me there in the room and listening to it. You will then dry yourself and come out of the bathroom with a towel around your waist. I will snap a pic of you and text it to Sue so she can follow along from home.

Now for the binding. I will use precut ropes I have brought to bind your wrists in front of you (no play), and to bind your ankles together (tightly, but a very small amount of play to allow you to move around with tiny shuffling steps). You will then kneel in front of me. I will attach a ball gag very tightly into your mouth. I will make you practice your SOS once.

I will then sit on an armless chair, get my hairbrush from my nearby bag of goodies, place it on my lap, and tell you that you will first be going across my knee for a good old fashioned hairbrush spanking.

I will be dressed like this.

I will then have you shuffle down across my knee. I will remove the towel from around you once you are across my knee. No sooner. You will then be soundly spanked. It will be a “real” spanking in every sense that I can make it real.

Ten minutes later, with a bright red ass and in considerable pain, you will be allowed to crawl off my knee and stand there, bound and gagged and fully nude, your ridiculous penis fully on display to me. A picture will be taken and sent to my sister. You will turn and present your backside to me. I will take another pic and text it to Sue.

Next I will tell you that you have the strap coming. I will have you bend over the arm of the sofa. I will take my strap, and give you a very intense strapping with it.

I will remind you that if you make it through this strapping, you will be allowed to place your tongue in my asshole. The strapping will be long, slow, and drawn out. I will have you whimpering in pain before it’s half over. Then another pic of your sorry ass for Sue to see I am still safe.

Well done. You have earned the chance to clean out my asshole. I will lead you to the bathroom and have you kneel in front of the sink. I will remove your ball gag. Your jaw will be very sore by now. I will wash your mouth out with soap very thoroughly, paying special attention to soaping and scrubbing your dirty tongue. No telling where it’s been. I will allow you to rinse thoroughly to get the nasty soap taste out of your mouth (though it will only be of so much help – the strong taste will inevitably stay with you all night).

I will then take off my skirt and my panties. Yes, you will be very excited seeing that. I wore stockings and a garter belt for you. You will lie down on the floor and place your bound hands above your head. I will use an extra length of rope to secure them to a sofa leg. I will then lower my butt on your head. I’ll reach behind and spread my own cheeks to allow your tongue to get in nice and deep. You will lick and penetrate my asshole for the next five minutes or so. Breathing will at times be difficult for you. You will lick it all over and stick your toungue in deeply. What an honour for you to be allowed to do this!

You will then pose for me, bound as you are, with your tongue sticking out for my next photo for Sue. I will caption it “ass licker”. I hope it’s brown at the tip. Ha Ha!

I will make you kneel again, facing away from me. The ball gag will go back on. The usefulness of your mouth has come to an end. I tell you that you have only one whipping left to go before you get to enjoy some hand relief from me. To encourage you I will spit on my hand and stroke your cock to hard. I get a different type of whimpering this time. A whimpering of lust.

I take you over to the center of the sofa, facing the back.

I put a pillow on the edge for your comfort. I make you bend over. I slip a rope thorugh your bound wrists tieing it off at both front sofa legs. This effectively keeps your bound hands near the floor and prevents you from attempting to stand up. I untie your ankles, and then re-tie them spread-eagled, one ankle to each couch leg. I grab your cock and pull it out between your legs.

You are looking worried. I go to your head. I kneel down in front of you. You can’t help but look at my bare pussy, you naughty boy! I stroke your head and tell you to be brave. If you survive this whipping you will get to enjoy such a nice orgasm, from my small cool hand no less!

I go to my bag of tricks and fetch out the final “implement”. You will be rope whipped.

Your ass, your legs, your inner thighs, your ass crack, your asshole. Well spread as your legs are, it makes quite the bullseye target! I doubt your penis and balls will escape completely unscathed. Though I will not be aiming for them, accidents happen.

Will you withstand my rope whipping, knowing what your reward will be? I will lull you along with a false sense of security. The first strokes will not be brutal. You will be thinking you can make it. Atta boy! That’s the spirit. I will then let loose and cut you hard. “NO!” is what you will be thinking, But then the next one won’t be so bad again. Will you give in? Is this what your ass will look like before I’m done with you?

You must be wondering if I have any intention whatsoever of lowering myself by giving you hand relief. Or will I just keep whipping you more and more brutally until you give in?

But no. It ends. The marks are freaking spectacular! I snap another pic and send it to Sue. She sends me back a bunch of thumbs up emojis ?????.

I did come prepared. I was not going to leave you hanging there like that. I got a latex glove out of my bag and a small bottle of lube, and put on the gloves.

I reach for your cock and start stroking it. It does not take long. Soon you are bucking and moaning as you are tied down to the sofa, spread-eagled, and ball-gagged. I massage and squeeze your balls. Sometimes a little too hard. Tee hee! I stick a gloved finger right into your ass! Oh my! That made you jump, didn’t it. Two fingers make you yell into your ball gag. Poor dear! But you seem to be back-fucking my fingers yet, you bad boy, as I stroke your cock hard and fast building to your nice climax.

True to my word, you do cum! Right into my palm. I collect all your semen and smear it onto your exposed asshole. You look like you’ve just been man-fucked. Semen and lube mixing in your stretched hole! Ha ha! I just have to have a pic of this for Sue!

I leave you there like that as I get dressed and clean up. Before I leave I pick up your hotel room phone: “Oh hello. Yes, we’re completely out of clean towels in the room. Could you please send up the maid with a bunch of fresh ones? Right away? Thank you so much!”

I go over to you, lean down and give you a kiss on the back of your bowed head, and thank you for the wonderful time. I get my things and leave, leaving the door a bit ajar. I hope the maids have a sense of humour!