Julia and Mr. Page

by Serafina Conti

  “She wanted to restore her hair’s natural color—a light brown. She thought she could use a dye remover to do that, but it took away a lot of her own pigment. And then she had no idea what to do about makeup.”

  “So you helped her.”

  “Oh, Sir, we had the best time! I sent Amanda out with a list of stuff to get, and we colored Emily’s hair to pretty close to her own shade, as far as she could remember it, and we did it so it was kind of naturally mussed, if you know what I mean—”

  “Like what you do with yours.”

  “Yeah, but mine is big and wavy, and hers is shorter and straighter, so we made it into a kind of messy bob, and it was really pretty. She’s got an oval face and green eyes and warm skin, so she had to have this rich brownish-red lipstick and a sort of plum eye shadow—”

  “I get it. Go on.”

  “Not to boast or anything, Sir, but she came out looking really beautiful.”

  “Was she happy?”

  “She said she was, Sir, but she was scared, because Frederick had never seen anything but her emo look. We spent all afternoon on it, and when we were done it was almost time for the guests to arrive.

  “The thing is, Emily and I kind of forgot to be submissive and dominant while all this was going on. Amanda ran to get us some wine in the little time we had left, and Emily said, ‘I’m not really a switch, you know. I can top—topping isn’t necessarily a dominance thing—but I can’t be a dominant, not really.’

  “‘But you have a slave!’

  “‘I’ve got a sweet, damaged woman who needs me. From my perspective my relationship with Amanda is all about meeting her needs, and what she needs is for me to own and control her. So that’s what I do.’

  “‘You’ve done pretty well with me.’

  “‘I’ve done as little as possible with you, and when I’ve had to, I’ve pretended to be a dominant, but it doesn’t feel like me. What I really want, what I’ve always wanted, is to be a slave for a really good master or mistress—someone I can love with all my heart. Karen and Daniel are having a few friends over, and Frederick is one of them. I asked them to invite him because I don’t think I can decide about him until I’ve played with him.’

  “‘So will I be on my own tonight?’

  “‘Not really. Arthur has given me a sort of program for you.’ You were ingenious, Sir.”

  Mr. Page smiled. “Thank you. Now go on with your story.”

  “Yes, Sir. The ‘few friends’ they’d invited over turned out to be six. Teddy was there. Then there was Frederick, of course: he’s a lawyer in Daniel’s firm. He brought another lawyer from the firm: his name was Matthew and he was really young (Daniel said he was ‘curious about the lifestyle’). There was a man in his fifties, very distinguished looking, but all I picked up about him is that his scene name is Frey. And there was a thin, hawk-like middle-aged woman called Vamp with a severe manner, red hair, and a skimpy red dress.”

  “Not a balanced group,” said Mr. Page.

  “I noticed that, Sir. But remember there were four women and one man in Karen and Daniel’s household. So it turned out there were five women and five men at the party.

  “Emily told me to take my clothes off before everyone came. They all stood around chatting in the huge living room while Amanda and I brought them drinks. No one touched us, but Teddy kept grinning at me. Honestly, Sir, I don’t know why he keeps getting invited to things.”

  “He has his uses.”

  “I was the one that opened the door for Frederick. I didn’t know who he was at first: he’s this really handsome thirty-something with sandy hair and a close-cropped beard. He stared at me for just a second, and when I showed him in he looked around the room till he spotted Emily. She had found this beige one-shoulder dress that showed off her tattoo—”

  “You can skip the fashion stuff,” said Mr. Page.

  “Yes, but I really love her tattoo, Sir. Don’t you think it’s beautiful?”

  “Very nice,” said Mr. Page.

  Julia would come back to the subject of nice tattoos some other time. She continued, “Emily was turned away from him, talking to Daniel, and when Frederick spotted her he made a beeline for her. That’s when I knew for sure who he was.

  “When she noticed him, she turned, gave him a dazzling smile, and said, ‘Hi, Frederick.’

  “‘My God,’ he said. ‘I . . .’

  “He was at a loss for words. She frowned and said, ‘You don’t like it.’

  “‘I love it,’ he said. ‘It’s going to take some getting used to, but . . . you’re beautiful.’

  “You can imagine how I felt hearing that, Sir. But I couldn’t stay around to eavesdrop any more, because I had to fetch him his drink—a scotch, which he hardly touched.

  “At dinner, Amanda and I ate from our dog bowls again. It turned out that Matthew was a submissive, so they made him strip and eat from a dog bowl too. This time I did it the way Amanda does and just messed up my face. Matthew watched us for a minute and then dug into his bowl the way we were doing. He was red-faced with humiliation, and he had an erection. I didn’t want much to eat, so after a short time I just knelt on the floor and watched the people at the table. Emily and Frederick were deep in conversation, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying, because Teddy was telling rude stories in a booming voice. The others were mostly ignoring him, just laughing politely before going back to their conversations.

  “After dinner they gave Amanda and me time to clean up and fix our makeup, and then we reported to the playroom, where the other eight people had already gathered. There were stocks set up in the middle of the floor—but you know this already, Sir.”

  Mr. Page leaned back and closed his eyes. “Go on,” he said.

  “There was . . . Sir, there was a metal box on the floor beside the stocks; it had a coin slot in the top, and ‘25¢’ written on it in thick black letters.

  “Everyone turned to look at us as we came in, or that’s what I thought at first. Actually they were looking at me.

  “Emily said, ‘Excuse me’ to Frederick and came over to me. ‘Come,’ she said, took my hand, and led me to the stocks.”

  “Did you understand what was happening?” asked Mr. Page.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Tell me how you felt.”

  “I was panicky, Sir. My blood was racing and I was short of breath. Everyone was staring at my naked body, smiling: they knew what was going to happen to me, and the knowledge filled them with pleasure. They were enjoying the thought of my degradation, Sir, and that made me feel degraded already. I wanted to cry.”

  “You didn’t have to do it. You could have safeworded.”

  “I know, Sir, but I was sure you had arranged it, and knowing I’d be telling you this, I was almost as turned on as I’d have been if you were there. Is this good for you, Sir?”

  “Very good, Julia. Tell your story.”

  “The stocks were the kind that hold head, hands, and ankles, Sir. Emily guided me in—her touch was so gentle—and when she was done I was bent at the waist, my legs were spread, and my back was roughly parallel to the floor. My head was a little less than waist high.

  “Amanda came over with a towel and a bottle of lubricant, which she applied liberally to my pussy and ass, pushing lots of it inside me. If we’d been alone, I would have liked her fingers, but all I could feel was the humiliation.

  “When Amanda was done, she wiped her hands with the towel.

  “Vamp was the first to approach us.”

  “The redheaded woman,” said Mr. Page.

  “Not a redhead in the traditional sense, Sir. Her hair was dyed red—a kind of electric coppery color. It was a match for her dress, which was so skimpy it didn’t cover her big red strap-on, which stuck way out in front.

  “‘What’s this?’ she said to Emily, gesturing towards me.

  “‘A sex vending machine,’ she said, pointing at the coin box, which Vamp examined closely.

  “
‘What do I get for a quarter?’ she asked, walking a slow circle around me.

  “‘Vending machines only dispense measured amounts,’ said Emily. ‘This one’s a quarter a hole.’ Then she said to me, ‘Three people, then you’re done. I’m going to go now. Amanda will take care of you.’

  “She petted my cheek, just once, briefly, and left to join Frederick, who’d been standing about ten feet away.

  “Vamp fished in a little red purse for a quarter, which she dropped into the box with a loud clang. ‘I guess I’ll start with the mouth,’ she said.

  “Vamp isn’t very tall, so Amanda ran to get a footstool for her. Meanwhile, Emily was standing in front of Frederick and looking up into his face. He said something I couldn’t hear, and she stripped for him—so sensuously! When she was naked, he put the collar on her and attached the leash to the collar. She looked really sexy in a collar, Sir. She had this dreamy look on her face—she seemed incredibly happy.

  “Frederick led her away, somewhere I couldn’t see, and left Vamp and me alone together. Nervously, I watched her lubricate her dildo.

  “Amanda returned with the footstool, which she put in front of me. Vamp climbed up on it, took two handfuls of my hair, and without saying a word, pulled me down onto her dildo, so it slid straight into my throat. I choked and spluttered, mostly for effect, Sir—making someone suck your dildo is entirely a head game since you don’t get any sensation, and so special effects are important. She was getting turned on, too: it wasn’t long before a trickle of her wetness ran down her leg.

  “I wasn’t going to make her come sucking her dildo, so she paid another quarter to fuck my pussy. She didn’t need the stool for that, since I could bend my legs for her. It was a big dildo, too, so I was pretty stretched.”

  “Did she come?”

  “I think so, Sir, but I couldn’t see, only hear and feel what she was doing to me. And while she was doing it, Frey, Sir . . . Frey dropped a quarter in the box and . . . Do you know him, Sir?”

  “No,” said Mr. Page, still leaning back, relaxed in his chair.

  “He has a very big cock, Sir. He lifted my head by the hair and drove in deep, all at once. I think he likes to make women gag.”

  “Did you?”

  “Did I gag, Sir? Some, before I got myself under control. I must have pleased him, because he paid another quarter for my pussy, once Vamp was done with it. Does it do something for you, Sir, knowing I was fucked by two people you don’t know?”

  “Were you turned on, Julia?”

  “Turned on, Sir, and needy. I wanted you so badly.”

  “That’s what turns me on, Julia.”

  “With Frey behind me, Sir, I could see a lot of the room. Just off to my left, Karen was sitting on Matthew’s face and playing with his cock. Daniel and Vamp were relaxing with drinks, watching me and talking. Maybe Daniel was telling her about the time he fucked me, or how I’d sucked his cock the week before.”

  “Or maybe they were talking about stock prices,” said Mr. Page dryly.

  “The thought that they may not have been talking about me turns me on even more, Sir. Suddenly I heard a sharp scream, and Frederick came into view dragging Emily to this big wooden cross right in front of me. He had two fingers hooked in her collar; her leash was swinging between her breasts, and she was sobbing and stumbling along beside him. She was kind of struggling while he cuffed her to the cross and crying, ‘Oh, please, master!’ He was holding a whip—a cat o’ nine tails.”

  Julia paused here, stood, and pulled her sweater over her head. She unfastened her bra as she continued. “I was really scared. You remember the panic attack I had the one time you were going to whip me, Sir? The day we made that a hard limit? Well, I had the same kind of feeling watching Frederick get ready to whip her—only not as bad, since it wasn’t me getting whipped.”

  Julia squeezed a nipple between two fingertips and said, “When he actually hit her on the bottom, it was an anticlimax. It was almost like a caress, and I thought, is that all there is to it? But as he went on hitting her, the blows got harder and more frequent. Everyone was watching. I’m sure Frey was too, even though he was fucking me, because his breathing got heavy and he was thrusting hard and fast.”

  Julia sat on the floor again and massaged her other nipple as she continued. “By the time Frederick really got going, Emily was giving an ear-piercing shriek with every blow and sobbing in between; and I was gasping and shrieking too. I didn’t want to watch, but I couldn’t make myself close my eyes. It was like I could feel the lashes myself: the imagined sensation was much more vivid than Frey’s cock in me, even though his thrusts jarred my whole body, knocking my shoulders against the wood of the stocks.

  “The whip made these bright red stripes on Emily’s bottom, more and more of them. By the time Frey dropped another quarter in the box and jammed his big cock into my ass, so I was screaming with my own pain, not just Emily’s, almost her whole bottom was red. And by that time she was quieting down—not shrieking, but giving these loud sighs, eyes half closed, and starting to sag in her cuffs.”

  “She was in subspace,” said Mr. Page.

  “Yes Sir: I’ve been there too. When she looked like she was about to lose consciousness, Frederick stopped, removed her cuffs, and sat on the floor with her. She lay in his lap looking spent and euphoric while he gazed into her eyes with a look that seemed so gentle after the violence of the whipping.

  “I’d almost forgotten Frey, but he came back around to my head, cutting off my view, pulled off his condom, and jerked off in my face. He drenched me, Sir, or that’s how it felt—splash after splash on my forehead and cheeks, and one in my left eye, which I know you’ll appreciate, Sir.”

  “I do, Julia.”

  Julia lay back and wiggled out of her jeans and panties, then sat up again. “I stood in the stocks with my eyes closed, waiting for the semen to drip away, but before that would happen someone’s finger wiped my left eyelid clean. I opened my eyes to see Emily crouching in front of me. She put a hand under my chin to make me lift my head and said, ‘What do you think, Master?’

  “Frederick was standing behind her. ‘She’s kind of a mess,’ he said.

  “‘I can clean her up for you,’ said Emily.

  “‘No,’ I whispered. ‘Not Frederick.’

  “‘Why not, baby?’ She glanced up at Frederick, and he took a step back.

  “We were speaking low so no one could hear but the two of us. ‘He’s yours, Emily. The two of you should make love, not him and me.’

  “‘I’m not ready to have sex with him.’

  “‘You’re saying this to a girl who’s playing a sex vending machine.’

  “‘I respect your kink, Julia, even though it’s not mine. This is different: if I have sex with him now, that decides everything. I’m his.’

  “‘Everything is decided anyway, Emily,’ I said. I still can’t quite believe I was having this conversation in the stocks, with cum dripping off my face. But I said, ‘I was watching you after your whipping. The way he looked at you—it was exactly the way Mr. Page looks at me in aftercare. He really loves you: I’m sure of it. And I think you love him. There’s nothing to be afraid of, aside from whippings.’

  “She smiled and said, ‘The whippings are the only thing I’m not afraid of. I thought I might get the better of my fear if I saw him do it, and it wasn’t me.’

  “‘It won’t work,’ I said. ‘You won’t overcome your fear till you do it yourself.’

  “‘There’s another thing,’ she said. ‘Teddy wants a turn with you, but Frederick was going to be your last. If it isn’t Frederick, it has to be Teddy. He’s next in line.’

  “I groaned, and my heart sank, Sir. I really didn’t want Teddy to fuck me in the stocks. I knew he’d be awful. Frederick looked nice, and he seemed like a nice person. I thought he’d be rough, but then so are you, Sir.”

  Mr. Page was leaning forward in his chair now, elbows on his knees, eyes bright. Julia was t
ouching herself lightly, maybe even unconsciously, like Amanda.

  “I said, ‘Go make love to Frederick, Emily, and send Teddy to me.’ I let my head fall. It was a lot of effort to keep it upright.

  “Emily didn’t say anything for a long time. Then she kissed my damp cheek, said, ‘Thank you, Julia,’ and stood up.

  “She said, ‘Excuse me a second, Master’ to Frederick and stepped away. She came back a minute later leading Teddy. ‘Don’t forget to pay,’ she told him.

  “Teddy said, ‘Look at me, whore.’ His words were like a slap. I looked up at him.

  “He said, ‘You look familiar. Didn’t I fuck you recently?’

  “‘Yes, sir.’

  “He was wearing his latex costume—you know the one: it’s shiny and has a zipper. He was unzipping it and pulling himself out as he said, ‘Remind me, now: did I fuck your pussy, ass or mouth?’

  “‘All of those, sir.’

  “He said, ‘Ah, now it comes back to me! Forgive my poor memory: there are so many whores in this city, it’s hard to keep ‘em all straight. You are a whore, right?’

  “‘When my dominant wants me to be,’ I said. All this time I was watching Emily and Frederick. They were standing in front of the cross, arms around each other. She was naked, he was in a three-piece suit, and they were kissing. They were so beautiful, my eyes were tearing up.

  “Teddy dug in his pocket and pulled out a one-dollar bill. ‘Four times twenty-five cents,’ he said. ‘Mouth, cunt, asshole, mouth again.’ He rolled up the bill and pushed it through the slot in the coin box. Somehow he made even that look obscene, like a cock pressing into an anus. Then he . . . oh, Mr. Page, remembering it makes my skin crawl. Do I have to tell this part?”

  “Yes,” he said. “I need to hear everything.”

  “He jerked himself off, just inches from my face, till he was hard, and then said, ‘Into the cock pocket, whore.’ I opened my mouth for him. Sir, it’s not his penis, or his body, I don’t mind that he’s fat: it’s that he looks at everything as foul and obscene. There’s nothing in the world he doesn’t consider a dirty joke, and that includes me, Sir.”