Julie's Triumph

JULIE'S TRIUMPH PART TWO

Chapter One

Everett opened the closet door very softly, and crawled out on his hands and knees towards the bedroom door. He looked quite unlikely in this pose, a muscled aristocratic looking fellow with a military Number One crewcut crawling on the floor in a pair of diapers. Everett had commanded cadet troops at Pershing Military Academy as a sixteen year old, then at West Point, before spending twenty-five years as a military officer and consultant, and now president of his own company, a firm known for rapacious corporate takeovers and tough deals…Ev was feared in the military and business communities.

After Everett got through the door without waking the occupants of the bed, he got up, and went to the bathroom before he remembered that the door was locked, as was the lock on his diaper. Wincing, Everett let loose, crapping in his pants. He hoped Julie, his lovely wife of one year, would be kind enough to change his nappies before eleven o'clock. The last rash Ev had suffered had been a nasty one. Everett went into the kitchen and began preparing coffee and rolls for Julie and Rajul, the man she'd brought home from the club the night before.

Ev grunted. Although Everett would do anything his lovely wife commanded, he had been astonished at how quickly This Negro fellow—no, black—no they're called African Americans now, of course. The man's black. Everett shook his head. He just couldn't believe how quickly this black man had adjusted to being Everett's master for the evening. Everett was certainly used to the drill. Julie would bring some lowlife in disgusting clubbing clothes and long hair back to the house, and Everett would come out, naked except for his plastic banana shaped chastity tube, which fit neatly over his penis, with a metal strap around the back of Ev's testicles.

Then Julie would introduce the astonished fellow to Everett, and promise untold antics in bed, if the guy would help her dominate her slave for an hour or two. Everett weighed two hundred and forty pounds, every inch of it muscle, and perhaps was a bit frightening looking…several of these fellows had regretfully declined, with one last wistful glimpse at Julie's breasts, before leaving…Ev liked it when this happened, because then it was he and Julie for the evening. She would then have a little session with Everett herself, going over the house to see how much cleaning he'd done while she was dancing with her friends at the Raindrop or the Sombrero club, and discipline Everett accordingly, usually fifty with the hairbrush on Everett's bare bottom, his chastity tube pressing into her soft thighs, and then another thirty-five with a razor strop as Everett lay over the armrest of the couch, followed by twenty with the bamboo cane Ev had brought back from Thailand.

Julie often complimented Everett on not making any sound, no matter how vicious the whipping was or how many frighteningly reddish purple welts jumped up on Everett's bottom cheeks and lower thighs. After this, Julie would take Everett to her bed, after cleaning off his corporal punishment wounds of course…these welts and blisters could bleed a bit, and tie him spread eagled, his arms and legs splayed across the bed, in four point restraints against the bed posts. Then Julie would undo a few buttons on her blouse, so Everett could view a bit of cleavage, or if she was in an especially good mood, she'd strip to bra and panties…Everett paid Julie's account at Victoria's Secret, but usually he didn't get to see her underwear as often as her boyfriends did, and almost never did Everett see Julie completely naked. When Ev performed oral sex on Julie, or assisted her in the bath, Julie always wore her bra or a bikini top, as she said Everett couldn't "handle" too much of a good thing. This was tough for Everett, but he treated his wife like a lady…and would do whatever she liked out of respect.

Then Julie, either with unbuttoned blouse or lacy bra and panties, would unlock Everett's plastic chastity tube, and set it aside, and begin playing with Everett's penis and testicles, taking her time, of course. First was the "dry massage" where Julie would just rub her hands all over Ev's genitals, very lightly. Everett liked watching Julie's long nails playing along his stiffening shaft, scraping lightly around the glans before tiptoeing back down to the scrotum. Julie's hands were incredibly soft and this was so comforting to Everett, in spite of his sexual frustration…she never did housework, he looked after that department, and used special creams to keep her hands looking like a sixteen year olds.

After a half hour of the dry massage, Julie would squirt some lubricant on her palms, and begin the "wet tease" This went on for an hour or two, and was less complex than the dry…Julie would grip Everett's cock at the base and rub up and down it, while massaging even more oil into his engorged testicles (As Everett did not cum often, his balls were usually quite full of unused backed-up semen.) This would go on for an hour or so, Everett bucking and thrusting against Julie's energetic fingers, his tongue in his teeth and his eyes closed, except of course when he was staring at bouncing breasts in the tight-fitting brassiere. Julie's general motion was ten quick rubs with her circled fingers, and then ten very slow pulls up and down Everett's purple-thrusting cock.

It was Everett's responsibility, to keep from cumming during these sessions…Everett had very occasional masturbation times when he was allowed to jerk himself into a shot glass and drink up the spooge (and it was fifty with the strap if the sperm missed the glass and hit the carpet) But Everett must never, never finish in Julie's hand. He was in diapers this morning for just that offense…Ev had come involuntarily in Julie's hand during a six-hour tease last Wednesday, and had earned himself a fortnight in the diaper, whenever of course, he wasn't at work….Generally Everett could hold back his release…Julie would go through the "wet tease" for quite some time…

Finally Julie would stop, Everett was a stoic fellow, but quite often he would entreat her to continue just a little longer "even if I can't have a release, ma'am…" Julie would then go to the kitchen, and get an ice cube, and rub Everett's penis down—and what a sensation it was against the cold lubricant!—until it was small again. And then Julie would replace the plastic tube, after she'd washed it out a bit. After this, Julie would strip to just her bra, and Everett, untied but locked up again, would give Julie a long, comforting massage, and then an hour or so of cunnilingus. And then Everett, if he'd brought his Mistress to the required five orgasms, would be allowed to climb into the bed, and Julie would fall asleep, a kitten in his strong arms. Otherwise, he slept in the closet. Everett felt wonderful during these nights together—Julie snuggling against his broad chest—he felt she really loved him, though her loyalty disintegrated when there was any other man in the picture.

This was Saturday night for them when Julie came home alone…but more often then not, Julie would bring home a guy…and then Everett would "get it" Julie would ask the guy to give Everett a few with the cane or the strop, promising the guy a blowjob if he could make Everett cry…no one had gotten a blowjob yet, Ev thought with pride. He had learned to take pain in silence from his governess, Miss Truncheon, forty years before.

After this, Julie would remove Ev's plastic tube, and cuff his hands behind his back, give herself and the guy crops, and set up clothespins along the ridges of Everett's cock, balls, stomach and nipples and she and the young man (they were all young, averaging about twenty-five) would take turns knocking the painful wooden clamps off Ev as he stood at attention with his legs apart, to give the crop-swingers good aim.

It hurt Everett so much to see these slime balls with Julie, and he just couldn't understand why they couldn't have every Saturday night together, just the two of them. Usually, it took every ounce of self-control to keep from kicking the hell out of these guys…After the clothespin torture, Julie would often cuff Everett to an eye hook in their basement dungeon that had been installed in Everett's house after their marriage three years before. Everett found it horribly humiliating when Julie and whoever her Saturday night number was would take turns whipping his bare ass and thighs with belts and switches as he hung helplessly from the ceiling. Everett would be then taken down and put in the bedroom closet to enjoy the spectacle of his wife screwing a club boy…

This morning, Everett carried the breakfast tray, laden with cut melon, omelets, croissants, coffee and orange juice, into the bedroom, where he set it on a tray. Rajul was lying with his long black arm across Julie's chest, and both were snoring. Everett was disgusted. If he'd had Rajul in his troops during the Vietnam or Desert Storm, this bum would have spent most of his duty scrubbing latrines. What an attitude…and drugs. The fellow actually smoked marijuana with Everett's precious Julie…his beautiful wife. But now Everett had his duty to do, and he'd better do it damn well. Everett shook Julie awake gently.

"Miss Julie?" Ev whispered. "It's ten o'clock." Julie's lovely cat-like green eyes opened, fluttering lashes, and she smiled, reaching up to touch Everett's cheek. "Good morning, darling…how was it in the closet last night?" Julie smiled and stretched, but was careful not to wake Rajul just yet. "It was fine, ma'am…" Ev said, although his back and shoulders ached from sleeping on the wardrobe floor. "I hope you and…" Julie smiled "Master Rajul?" she said lightly. Everett winced. "Master Rajul, yes, I hope you and Master Rajul slept well last night…if you're ready, I'd like to give you your morning tribute." Julie nodded, smiling sleepily, and Everett crawled onto the bed and under the covers, moving his head between Julie's legs. "Wha-whassup?" Rajul began stirring. "Don't worry, Rajul. Diaper-boy is just going to give me my morning tribute."

Everett began licking between Julie's legs. At first it was disgusting—he had to clean all of Rajul's blasted semen out of her clitoris, cleaning it thoroughly with his tongue. It had been hard the first time Ev had had to swallow another man's semen from his wife's vagina, but he was learning the trick fairly well. After Ev had cleaned out the semen from Julie's pussy, which he'd trimmed the previous evening, just before she went to the Purple Sombrero, and then Everett pushed his head right in deeper, and licked her to her three morning orgasms before she shoved his head back. "That's good, sweetheart." Julie smiled. "Now you can go clean up the kitchen while Raj and I have our tray here…" Rajul looked at Everett as Ev pulled his grizzled head out from under the covers. "Why not me?" Rajul looked at Julie, annoyed. "Why not you what, Rajul?"Julie asked. "Why he don't give me a tri-bute, Julie? Mah dick could use a lickin, couldn't it? You said I was his Master."

Everett was revolted. Certainly Julie would throw this imbecile out now…after all that had gone on last night, and this spear chucker wanted homosexual relations? Ev waited for Julie to set Rajul straight. But Julie looked at Rajul, and then at Everett, and smiled. "Why not? It's about time for your first blowjob, Ev…we've taken you through everything else, haven't we?"

Chapter Two

"N-no, I can't, Miss Julie." Everett was trembling. He'd put up with so much in the last five years. After Julie had introduced Ev to his new role, she'd stopped letting him have sex with her entirely, after they'd consummated their marriage on her wedding night. Ev was allowed to have an orgasm about once every six to eight weeks, with his hand, on his knees…and he accepted this, and his roster of housework, and the corporal punishment…he had to admit he liked the teasing and denial, and enjoyed having pressure taken off him after a day of hostile takeovers and firing bad salesmen. Being Julie's submissive had been good for the grizzled old ex-colonel. But this…this was disgusting. Everett couldn't suck a penis, much less a black man's penis. No. It just wouldn't work out. "I'm sorry, Miss Julie, it's just too much." Ev was about to climb off the bed, when Julie's soft hand touched his arm.

"Everett?" Julie smiled coquettishly. "Darling, Mommy would never make you do something she didn't think you were up to…" Everett shook his head vigorously. "It's not that I'm not up to it, ma'am. I just…it's disgusting." Rajul looked at Ev in a rage, but he stayed where he was. Rajul weighed about one hundred thirty-five pounds, and was rather spindly from a diet of drugs, potato salad and 40-ouncers of King Cobra Malt. He was still a bit nervous about having given this frightening bodybuilder-Army guy a whipping the night before…and he certainly wasn't going to push this suggestion. Julie kept smiling at Everett. "Honey…after all I do for you…I know you want to please Miss Julie, don't you?" Everett's eyes watered. "And I know" Julie said pleasantly, "That you don't want to wear that wet, shitty diaper all day, do you sweetheart?"

Everett was not sure how it happened, but within five minutes, he was kneeling between Rajul's legs, as Raj sat on the edge of the bed. Rajul had gained courage now, though he wondered what it was with these crazy white men. If a bitch told him to do that to another brother, Raj would shoot both of them into next week. Rajul laced his fingers on the back of Everett's head, and began pushing Ev's head closer, as Ev's mouth opened wider, and Rajul's cock sank deep in Ev's mouth. Julie, ever helpful, leaned over the bed in her adorable sky blue teddy and gave casual instruction. "That's right, Everett. Open wide. WIDE. There you go, now—no, don't cough, that's not a turn on for Rajul. Try to lick the underside of his cock with your tongue, I remember that worked well during my first blowjob back in tenth grade. I remember Sally Russell demonstrated with a banana…take it in, Everett, lick the bottom…you're doing so well!"

Everett's eyes watered more, and sweat poured down his brow, as Rajul jammed his cock in and out of Everett's mouth. Looking up, he could see Julie's amused face peering over the side of the bed. Everett tried to concentrate—"OW!" Rajul pulled his cock out of Everett's mouth. "What's wrong, honey?" Julie asked Raj sympathetically. "That motherfucker bit me!" Rajul screamed. Julie looked over at Everett, who was cowering and apologizing "It was an accident…" Julie shook her head and smiled. "Sweetheart, I think you need more training."

Chapter Three

It was such a struggle for Everett to maintain his chastity. This, of course is why he wore the stifling, banana shaped tube. Yet, the reason his orgasms were so far apart was partially because of Ev's pride. Julie had first put the chastity tube on Everett five years before, when she became concerned that he was masturbating between their times together. This was understandable, considering that Julie only let Ev screw her every once in a while, and occasionally let him masturbate after an evening of wining, dining, massaging and orally servicing her. Everett thought masturbation a disgusting habit, Miss Truncheon his governess had always said so…and punished him rightly for it.

And Ev had never really needed to jerk himself off. He'd never been short of dates…even in the all-male bastions of military school and West Point, there'd always been a housemaid or two. Julie was sending a double message, with teasing Everett beyond belief during their dates, and then sending him home frustrated…calling Ev at work to talk dirty to him…and then demanding he stay pure. How could he? Thinking of her gorgeous cleavage, 40 DD breasts with nipples poking through near transparent pink sweaters, her long legs emerging from tight skirts…and Julie usually wore seamed stockings or sometimes fishnets, and mile-high spike heels—she knew Everett loved that.

Of course it was hell trying to stay celibate after an evening of necking with Julie. Everett got quite horny having her play with his crotch or even suffering being tied down by Julie and stroked for hours. Julie's nails would bring Everett's cock head to new and different colors…once she had painted her nails a magenta color, and observed that Everett's glans had changed to the same color! When Everett got too excited, often Julie would snap a nail against his glans…and the nails never broke because they weren't press-ons, they were real. After several hours of long, tormenting strokes, Julie would untie Everett and ask him to dress and leave…and how could he help jerking off after that—in the car, back at home, in his private lavatory at work…thinking of that incredible girl!

So Julie had finally put Ev in a chastity device—nothing else had worked. She'd tried whipping his penis with a coat hanger, cuffing Ev's genitals to a blistering space heater, and pushing his flaccid ball sac between a door and its hinges, and opening and shutting the door rapidly. Julie had cuffed Ev to the ceiling eye hook and tied a bucket to his cock and balls, filling it now and then with water until it nearly pulled his genitals to the ground… She'd put Ben-Gay and hot peppers on a Q-tip and stuck it in the little snake eye of the glans, thrown darts at Ev's wee-wee, and forced Ev to sit for several hours in an ice-cube filled bathtub.

But finally the tube was placed on Everett's dick, and Julie kept the key to the little lock. When Everett had to go abroad, or anywhere where he'd be exposed to a metal detector, Julie would replace the tiny padlock binding his sheath with a plastic garbage bag tie thing…if she found it snapped open when Ev came back, he was in for more cock and ball torture. And this plan worked. Everett had not had an unauthorized orgasm after that. Usually once a week or so, after four or five nights of teasing (Julie had moved in Everett's place by now) Julie would unlock Everett's tube and let him release himself into a dish…the days of sex were over between them, it seemed, and with all Ev had gone through with the groin torture, he was appreciative of the occasional jerk-off.

It was certainly difficult, being tied and teased nearly all the time, being teased in front of the television set…Ev would be cuffed naked on the couch as Julie stroked his penis mercilessly during the shows…then she would quiz Ev on the plots, and if he couldn't answer correctly, over her knee he went! Everett had never been good at memorizations…he'd had trouble with Miss Truncheon, his governess over this, and her urgings were similar to Julie's…While most of the younger kids in the neighborhood would watch "Bonanza" or "I Love Lucy" in the evenings, and older boys were driving around with their girls in convertibles, Miss Truncheon had believed that Everett was destined for higher things. Everett spent much of his leisure time from age ten on, memorizing the Old Testament, which Miss Truncheon believed was so important for a young man's formation. But Ev's governess, like his lovely wife later on, had little patience for a bad memory. Every Friday night, Everett would recite the verses that he'd learned throughout the week, when not studying or participating in school athletics…and unlike most teenage boys, Everett feared and loathed Friday nights.

" How hath the Lord covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud in his anger," recited Everett one night in his fourteenth year, as Miss Truncheon was taking him through the book of Lamentations. She made him stand right in front of her while he recited, and often it could take some time.

As he spoke, Everett held a spool of yarn between his hands that his beloved governess was rolling into a ball. "… and cast down from heaven unto the earth the beauty of Israel, and remembered not his footstool in the day of his anger!" Miss Truncheon nodded encouragingly. Everett was dressed in his "weekend play clothes", a sailor suit with Donald Duck beret, blue shorts, high white socks and saddle shoes. During the week, Miss Truncheon made Ev wear a blazer and tie to school, which was humiliating enough, but at home at night and on the weekends, Miss Truncheon made Ev dress as he had when he was four—and it kept him tractable, she felt. Already that evening, one of Ev's cousins had come by, asking if Everett could go play pool with him and his friends, and because Ev was in his sailor suit, he was too embarrassed to come to the door, and Miss Truncheon was able to get that naughty cousin away.

"Continue to recite, Everett." Miss Truncheon said encouragingly. " The Lord hath swallowed up all the…" Everett paused. He couldn't remember. "all the…" Everett stared at Miss Truncheon, who was looking perturbed. "Everett, what's wrong?" she asked in an annoyed voice. "Haven't you been studying this week?" Miss Truncheon was in her forties, but still looked like the runway model she had once been, in spite of her dark blue sweater and skirt outfit. As she breathed in impatiently, her chest strained against the low cut sweater, and Everett tried not to look, as it was distracting him terribly. "Please, please give me a hint, Miss Truncheon," Ev begged.

Miss Truncheon smiled. "Well, all right…but it's a trade…you have to give me one of your shoes." Everett's heart sank. He knew where this was going. Ev put down the yarn carefully, and untied one of his shoes, and handed it to Miss Truncheon. She smiled grimly and gave him a word "Habitations, " Everett continued. " The-the Lord hath swallowed up all the habitations of Jacob, and…have—" "No!" Miss Truncheon stood up and slapped Everett's face.

"Did you memorize or not this week, young man?" Miss Truncheon was only five six, and Everett was a strapping six two, but from the frightened look on his face, it seemed as if he were only two or three inches tall. "The-the Lord hath swallowed up all the habits---" "HABITATIONS!" Miss Everett screamed. "I gave you that word already, Everett! Take off your other shoe and your socks, sir!" Tears came into Everett's eyes as he removed his other shoe and his socks, handing them to Miss Truncheon. Usually if he missed a word, he only had to give Miss Truncheon one piece of clothing, but she was very angry tonight. "Now continue…and be very careful, sir." Miss Truncheon laid her hand on Everett's arm and gazed into his eyes. Everett knew that she was very angry if she referred to him as "sir." Suddenly a few of the words came to him.

"… habitations of Jacob, and hath not pitied: he hath thrown down in his—in his…" Everett was stuck again. How was he supposed to memorize an entire book of the Old Testament along with school and everything else?" "Everett, take off your short pants." Everett sighed, and removed his sailor suit pants, and handed them to Miss Truncheon, who threw them on the floor impatiently. Now Everett was wearing his sailor hat, his sailor top, and a small pair of white underpants. They called his underwear "tighty whities" in the school locker room, but Miss Truncheon refused to buy Ev boxer shorts, saying they were obscene. "The word is wrath, Everett." "wrath the strong holds of the daughter of Judge—"

Everett felt Miss Truncheon pinch his inner thigh. "The word is Judah, not JUDGE!" Miss Truncheon screamed. "Your hat and sailor shit, sir." Everett removed his Donald Duck hat, and his sailor shirt, and handed them to Miss Truncheon. Now the school's star quarterback, and captain of the baseball, track and wrestling teams was standing in front of his governess wearing only a pair of "tighty whities" "wrath the strong holds of the daughters of Judah; he hath brought them down to the ground: he hath polluted the kingdom and…" Everett's lower lip came out, and he began looking very sad. "Is that all you can remember, dear?" Miss Truncheon asked softly. "Y-yes ma'am." Miss Truncheon held out her hand, and Everett pulled his underpants off and handed them to her, and then the star quarterback burst into tears and walked over to the arm of the couch and bent over it, his bare bottom sticking out prominently, as his governess went to fetch her hairbrush, her razor strop and her Malacca cane. "Obviously you need some incentive to study, my boy…"

Forty years later, the situation was the same, though he was now expected to memorize the plots and scripts of "Law and Order," and "Boomtown", and Julie used a Spencer paddle and a scourge…but the evenings were the same, and his memorization was still terrible.

In the mornings, after Ev brought Julie breakfast, she would tie him down and tease a bit more…and then lock him up and send him off to work…and work was a changed place when your dick was locked down…every passing 20 year old file clerk caused horrible spasms to Ev's breadbasket. And of course Ev's office was filled with clerks and secretaries in clinging blouses, teased blonde hair, and miniscule skirts. He'd hired most of them from Texas, his home state, and that's how the girls were there.

But once a week he had an opportunity to orgasm, sometimes if Julie was in an extraordinarily good mood, she'd bring Ev off with her high heels…but the jerk off time was always there, until Everett's pride got him. One night Julie and Everett were out to dinner with friends of hers, Daphne and Tom Marlin. The Marlins had a very similar relationship to Julie and Evs, except that Daph, a pert redhead, kept Tom locked up for two to four weeks, and was considering giving her husband a release date of once every two months.

"Daphne feels that I'm only spoiling her because of my orgasm" Tom had said, with a regretful smile. "I want her to understand that earning my orgasm is a distant second to how I feel about her. and I think I'm ready for less orgasms now." Daphne had stroked Tom's cheek with a pink nail, as her husband shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his chair…Everett guessed that it had been a while since Tom had had a release, and so every touch by his strawberry blonde partner was probably quite uncomfortable to his bulging, unfulfilled erection. After touching Tom's cheek, Daph had dropped her hand to the inside of Tom's thigh, at which time he rolled his eyes a bit in frustrated consternation. "What a man, huh, Julie?" Daphne chuckled. "He'll go through anything for me." Julie had smiled as well, and squeezed Tom's hand, and Everett had taken all this rather badly.

At home, he'd broached the subject with his now-newlywed wife. "Dear, I think I could be like Tom. I have endurance." "What do you mean?" Julie had asked pleasantly, pretending she didn't know what Everett was talking about. At the time of their conversation, Everett was tied upside down on a large torture wheel on their dungeon wall, Julie was stroking his dick and blowing on the head. which she could do standing up, as of course the dick was facing her. My God, he's a tall man, she thought, stroking the inside of Everett's thigh. "Honey, I want you to know that it isn't about my orgasm as well. though I love my masturbation times." It was difficult for Everett to speak, as the blood was all rushing to his head, except of course the blood flowing through his dick as Julie's cherry-red fingernails twiddled the shaft. At one point, Julie had leaned over and licked Everett's ball sac, something she'd never done, and Everett's entire body shook from desire. Everett was panting heavily. "Are you sure you could go on Tom's regimen?" Julie looked down at Everett's red, sweating face. "After all, he did a lot of work with the Peace Corps in Ghana before coming to DC to work for The Americans for Democrat Action."

This enraged the ultraconservative Everett, as Julie had known it would. Like Ike Eisenhower, there was no challenge too big for her guy, it seemed. "I can damn well do it!" Everett stated hotly, and Julie leaned over and pushed a lever that pulled Everett's head up and his legs down. Now he looked quite ridiculous, tied to the wheel like this with his poor cock sticking straight out. Julie leaned her arm down and began stroking slowly. "You know, baby…it took Daphne and Tom a long time to get to this point." Julie had said. At this point, they'd only been experimenting with chastity for eight months. "I think that Tom got a weekly orgasm for nearly two or three years, then it went to biweekly—" Everett snorted. "I can go from weekly to monthly right now!" He looked terribly firm, really just like Dwight Eisenhower, Julie considered.

END OF PART TWO