Julie's Triumph

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...

And 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...

Yes 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...Everett had had masochistic leanings in his college years, and he put an ad in the BDSM weekly in his university town, and Miss Truncheon had moved right in with him!

Other 20 year olds were partying, but Miss Truncheon had believed that Everett was destined for higher things.

Everett spent much of his leisure time from age 20 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 nineteenth 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.

Yes, and then the former 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...

Yes, 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.