Julia's Second Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Yes, Madame.” His voice was deeper now, throatier.

  Julia knew she had him where she wanted. Picking up the final set of cuffs, a doctored set—she’d made sure of that—she rose to her feet and walked around behind him. She fastened one hand into a cuff then pulled the chain around one of the rails at the back, fastening the other wrist. She watched him shudder in reaction, but he stayed quiet. His breathing was harsh, though, and she bit back the exultant yell that bubbled up inside her throat.

  Leaning close to his ear, she brushed her lips against the lobe before whispering in a throaty voice. “Good things come to those who do as they’re told, understood?”

  He nodded his head enthusiastically, while trying to move his hands to touch her legs. Julia, though, had stayed clear, bending at the waist so only her head was near his. “Naughty boy.”

  “Sorry, Mistress.”

  “Ooo… I like that better, better than Madame. Maybe you should call me that instead.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “In fact, I think you deserve a treat for that.”

  “Yes, please, Mistress.”

  Tom was playing along with the game. Perfect, as far as Julia was concerned as she walked around in front of him again. She smiled into his eyes and started to sway from side to side. “You remember my little dance for you that night in the hotel?”

  He nodded.

  “Maybe I’ll do a little bit of that now. Would you like that, captive of mine?”

  “Yes, Mistress, definitely.” Tom was grinning, enjoying himself.

  Julia glanced down at his crotch, noticing a very obvious bulge. She smiled and licked her lips, then, still swaying her hips from side to side, flicked the last button on her top open. It had been stretched across her—after all, it was quite a tight fit. It almost sprang open, providing a view of a broad swathe of her from neck to waist. She watched as Tom’s eyes widened in anticipation then he, in turn, licked his lips as she shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms and then to the floor behind her.

  “Is that better, captive?”

  “Yes.”

  She stopped still and noticed him frown. “Did you forget something?”

  “Sorry, yes, Mistress. That’s much better.” He seemed to get tongue-tied trying to spit out the words in a hurry, desperate to get her to continue.

  It took all of her willpower not to let the giggles burst out. Once she started she wouldn’t be able to stop, and he, for sure, wouldn’t understand. She started dancing to an imaginary beat once more, this time making her hip movements much more of a pronounced bump and grind. Her hands went behind her back, and she could see he was trying to listen for the sound of her zip sliding down. She obliged, then flicked the tiny button at the waist undone and the skirt went loose, folding open behind her. She grabbed it and tugged it down, deliberately ensuring she snagged her panties at the same time, dragging them half off as the skirt skimmed over her hips.

  “Oops.”

  She pulled the pale blue lace back up, snuggling it to her waist before grabbing the skirt again and pushing it down onto her thighs. Gravity took over and she allowed it to drop to the floor, the slither of the material against her stocking clad legs sending a shiver down her spine as heat ignited down below.

  “You approve?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Tom hadn’t seen the trap. He nodded and grinned at her.

  “It is not for you to approve or disapprove of my actions, captive. You will have to be punished for that transgression.” Julia choked back another giggle, desperate for him not to hear or see how funny she found it. After all, this was supposed to be her fantasy, her way of getting off. She’d never thought most of the things she was saying would ever pass her lips. She wasn’t quite ready to call him slave, not yet, but that would come.

  “Sorry, Mistress.”

  She moved around behind him again. “Do not give me any more of your abject apologies.”

  Picking up the black sleep mask, she straightened it in her hand and then dropped it over his face. Tom stiffened and she heard a groan escape from his mouth. She could see he was hard, his cock encased in his pants and shorts, and she knew he had to be uncomfortable. He shook his head to test the blindfold, but she’d fastened the Velcro securely, and he couldn’t dislodge it. She moved back around in front of him, her feet making no sound on the thick carpet. She could see Tom had his head cocked to one side as he listened for her. Swinging hard, she made as if to smack his face but he didn’t flinch. Satisfied he couldn’t see, she bent down and brushed her lips across his cheek.

  He gasped at the sudden contact and she watched as his cock lurched inside his pants.

  “Oo…Is that for me?” She ran her hand over his crotch and he jumped in his seat. She didn’t have to worry about her grin now, she couldn’t help it springing to her face. It was time to move it on to the next phase and give him some promise of relief.

  She put a finger against his lips to tell him to be quiet and then gently drew a line, tracing down over his chin, down his neck to the top button of his shirt. She grinned. Either by accident or design, he’d worn a button front shirt, enabling her to undo it. A T-shirt would have been impossible, and she’d have had to remove it before cuffing him. Using both hands, she started on the row of buttons, undoing the shirt and exposing his chest. She could feel him almost quivering under her touch, and she wondered what it would feel like to be tied up, helpless, being undressed by a sexual partner. Max had tied her up that once, but she’d been naked first. Being stripped by someone else while helpless was something she’d never experienced.

  When her fingers reached the final button on the shirt, she kept going, undoing his belt, then the snap, and finally the zip on his jeans.

  “Can my slave lift up a little?”

  He grunted as if she’d just hit him. Obviously she’d been right to hold back on the use of the word slave.

  “If my slave wants any kind of relief for that obstruction of his, he’s going to have to do what I say, isn’t he?”

  “I guess so. Yes, Mistress.”

  Tom sounded so passive, so different from his normal demeanor. She guessed he was getting into the role-play. She assumed he grabbed hold of one of the bars on the back of the chair at the same time as she saw him push with his feet and he lifted his butt about three inches off the seat of the chair.

  “Good slave, now let’s give the big fella a little air, shall we?” Julia choked back her giggle at her flattery. Tom wasn’t that big.

  Reaching to his waist, she tugged his jeans down. When Tom groaned she took pity on him, and freed his cock before pulling his clothes down any further. She’d been right. He was rock hard, his cock sticking straight up in front of him. Pulling hard on his jeans and shorts, she got them down past his knees and then moved back to admire her handiwork. He seemed to be waiting for a command, but when she didn’t speak, he sat down again and she guessed it had been a strain to hold that position.

  She kicked off her shoes so her feet would be soundless. Once she was clear of the carpet, she walked over to the foot of the stairs, gesturing up to the two grinning faces waiting there. She knew they’d been at the top of the stairs listening to everything that went on.

  With everyone else moving, she knew Josie would go to the bedroom window to signal Steve, and he would sneak around to the kitchen door, leaving his shoes on the deck before coming into the house. Almost all the players were assembled, but she needed to make sure Tom was almost ready for his starring role.

  Returning to her captive, she dropped to her knees in front of him then placed her hands on his knees. He jumped at the contact and she laughed softly.

  “You’ve been a very good boy. Now it’s time you got a little reward to help you relax a little.”

  Julia forced herself to gasp to cover the giggle she couldn’t quite hold back. Part of her, though, was suddenly very interested in the cock in front of her. Visions flashed inside her head as she
pictured herself turning around and slowly lowering herself onto his lap, impaling her naked body on his cock. She shuddered. She was pretty sure she’d cum quickly, and cum hard, if she did. She dropped her head forward, trying to push the erotic images from her mind.

  Enveloping the head of his cock in her mouth, she hollowed her cheeks then sucked hard. His legs stiffened under her hands and he let out a guttural groan. She plunged lower, taking in the first four inches of his erection, and she felt his body tensing and reacting. Her own body was reacting as well. Her nipples felt like they were screaming to be let out of her bra. Her panties, already wet after his fingering in the hallway, seemed to tighten between her legs. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, eliciting another groan from Tom.

  Left to her own devices, she’d probably have brought him off in her mouth, but that wasn’t in their scripted revenge on the man. She lifted off, drawing in a deep breath as she looked up into his blindfolded visage, confident he couldn’t see the smile that flitted across her face.

  “Don’t cum yet, slave. You will cum when I tell you to, and not before. Understood?”

  He panted and nodded.

  “Understood?”

  “Yes, Mistress, but it’s difficult. Your mouth…so talented.”

  She almost cracked up laughing at that point. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Karen standing there, her fist almost all the way into her mouth as she tried to strangle any sound before she could give away her presence. Josie must have headed through to the back to let Steve in the kitchen door.

  As Josie led Steve through, desire and amusement warred inside her—desire, though, not just for the cock. Her two friends looked stunning. Both, like her, wearing full lace lingerie sets—Josie’s in white, Karen utterly stunning in black. She’d never seen the tall girl undressed, or partially undressed this way before, and the sheer length of her legs, accentuated by her stockings, made her look even more sensually beautiful than ever.

  “Give me a warning, are you clear? I don’t want you to waste that too soon.”

  He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

  Josie had just walked into the room and her eyes went wide as she heard Tom’s words. Julia tried not to look directly at either of her friends, knowing that doing so would just kick her off into hysterics. Steve squeezed past Josie and walked past Karen, his eyes drinking in the way the tall girl looked in her sexy underwear.

  He’d seen Josie before, relatively undressed too, but he’d never met Karen, let alone seen her in just scanty underwear. It wasn’t a surprise that he seemed unable to take his eyes off her. Even so, he knew his part to play and he walked around the back of the couch, standing between it and the window. Now that he had a clear view of their victim, she could see Steve had to choke back a chuckle at the way Tom sat there, motionless, just breathing heavily, waiting for Julia to touch him again.

  Julia, though, backed away, and Karen moved to take her place.

  “That was tasty enough for me to want seconds. Remember, don’t cum.”

  Karen waited a couple of seconds then repeated the same maneuver as Julia had. Dropping to her knees, she placed her hands on Tom’s thighs, then lowered her face and took his cock into her mouth. Tom groaned but didn’t seem to notice it was a different mouth. Julia watched in awe as the taller woman bent to her task. Since she was taller, she had to bend more and her panties stretched across her butt. Watching another woman take a guy into her mouth was a new thing for Julia, and she could see Josie was just as fascinated as well, waiting for her turn. Josie licked her lips and it was all Julia could do not to echo the passionate moan Karen let out.

  Tom groaned and strained on the chair, but could do little other than sit and take it. Since this was his second blow job in a few minutes it was clear from the way his mouth hung open that he wasn’t going to last very long.

  “I’m going to cum, Julia…Mistress…you’d better stop.”

  Karen pulled off him straight away, sat back and rose to her feet. Julia moved forward again then walked around behind the chair.

  “That was naughty, slave, calling me by my name.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”

  “It won’t or you’ll be on your sorry way out of here.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  She brought her face closer to the side of his head. He turned his head toward her as if he was trying to see her, but couldn’t. Julia bit down on his earlobe until he gasped and then backed away again. Karen took her place, lowering her face on his other side and copying Julia’s movements. Steve was in his element, taking picture after picture of what was happening to their captive. Incidentally, he was capturing one or other of the scantily-clad women in the frame, or more than one if one was moving out of the way at the time. She couldn’t tell, but even that thought made her feel hotter than ever.

  Karen backed away and Josie tiptoed forward on stockinged feet.

  “I want another taste before we move onto the main event.”

  Josie crouched in front of Tom and leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. Julia and Karen moved around to stand behind him. It was getting close to the moment to let Tom know things weren’t as he thought. Josie didn’t stay there long. She knew if he realized there were three women in the room, he’d have cum in her mouth so she pulled back and just left her hands on his knees, reminding him where she was. He, of course, thought it was Julia. Julia had had to bite her lip again to stop herself moaning at the sight of her friend’s tanned body framed in her white underwear sucking on the erect cock.

  She was pretty sure Karen was in a similar state too.

  Josie nodded her head. She was the only one who could see Tom’s face so had to judge if he was calm enough to deal with the surprise. Julia bent down and gently blew in Tom’s left ear. A second later Karen did the same.

  Tom stiffened, his mouth dropping open as he realized Julia couldn’t possibly be in all three places. Julia bit softly at his earlobe and he groaned, then jumped as Karen did the same. Josie leaned forward and blew a soft stream of air across the tip of his prick. As soon as they let go of his ears, Tom became animated.

  “What the fuck? What the fuck is going on? Julia…Tell me, Julia.”

  Karen and Josie backed away as Julia walked around the chair and sat sideways on his lap, trapping his cock against his stomach. It felt hot against her thigh as she rubbed herself against it. It was wet too, with their combined saliva.

  “Calm down, lover boy. It’s fine.”

  “Who’s there?”

  “Me, and a couple of young ladies you already know, but they don’t want you to see their faces, hence the blindfold. Relax, you’re among friends.”

  “But…”

  “No buts. They’ve already introduced themselves to you.”

  He was obviously puzzled. “How?”

  “Silly boy. I only sucked your cock once.”

  The member in question throbbed against her thigh in response. “That’s right, big boy. You’ve had three women’s mouths on you in the last few minutes. Three women wearing just the same kind of underwear as me. Different colors, but all the same.”

  He groaned. After kissing him lightly on the lips, Julia hopped off his lap. The other two moved to join her in front of him.

  “Now, tell me, Tom, what would any man, alone with three gorgeous women wearing lace lingerie and stockings and nothing else, want to see? Any suggestions?”

  He groaned again and they all watched his cock jump in his lap.

  “You know what, girls? I know what he’d like to see. He’d like to watch the three of us making out, wouldn’t he?”

  Tom was obviously trying to work out who was there, and that was the reason the other two stayed silent. He’d know when they wanted him to and not before.

  Turning to Josie, Julia offered her mouth for a kiss. They both made sure it made a wet smacking sound. Turning the other way, she had to stretch up on tiptoes to do the same thing with Karen.
She could hear Tom panting in the background. Bending over, she offered her butt to Karen who adroitly spanked her, hard enough for the sound to echo in the room, but not hard enough to hurt. Josie did the same and then they both turned, allowing her to return the favor.

  “Hmm…Nice…”

  She moved closer to Tom until her legs brushed against his knees, then beckoned Josie over. Reaching down, she stretched one of the other woman’s garters and let it snap back. The unmistakable sound resounded in the room. Tom gasped, and he tried to move, but Julia had made sure the restraints were too tight. From the way his shoulders moved, she knew he was trying to find the release button on the cuffs and had probably already discovered the button didn’t work on the set on his wrists.

  She moved around behind him as Karen moved to take her place. Placing her mouth next to his ear, knowing Steve would have all three of them in shot, she whispered, “Relax and enjoy, lover boy. I promise you this experience will live in your memory for a long time. Tell me, when was the last time you had three nearly naked women cavorting with you at the same time?”

  She reached behind her back and undid the catch on her bra, straightening up and looking straight into the camera as she slid the straps down her arms. She draped the bra over his head and gently rubbed her naked breasts against the sides of his head too.

  Tom groaned and she sensed he was biting his lip, trying not to speak, trying to keep some semblance of control, a battle he would eventually lose.

  The other two moved away again, moving behind the chair as Julia swung one leg over his lap and pressed her naked breasts against his equally naked chest. Tom groaned as she lightly kissed him on the lips.