I don't know how long we stayed like that. Me, kneeling in my corner after my spanking and Ms. Julie behind me recovering from what had sounded like a truly massive masturbatory orgasm.
As knelt there, my mind and my emotions had gone around and around like socks in a dryer. Was I basically a regular, self-directed guy who'd just had a very kinky day and night? Or was I fundamentally submissive, sexually and otherwise?
The evidence for "regular guy" was thin. Unlike the loudest guys in any group, I didn't want to seduce or dominate or demean women. I was shy. Girls liked me, but "not in that way." Even when I'd had a girlfriend, I'd grown bored with the missionary position and burdened by the obligation to initiate sex. The obvious difference between me and the ideal male in our society - a movie superhero or super soldier - made me constantly disappointed in myself.
In the last two days, I gone places I hadn't known existed. I'd obeyed a woman and she'd given me more excitement and thrills than I'd enjoyed in my life. I liked being told what to do, I realized, because it forced me to drop the alpha male pretense. I loved pleasing Ms. Julie. And I was very good at that.
At the same time, even thinking the word "submissive" felt terrifying. Surrendering my ego to another person changed my picture of myself. It exposed me to ridicule and social isolation. I had no idea of how far this would go. Would I be a houseboy forever? Would Ms. Julie get bored and throw me out? What would happen next?
I began to imagine what Julie would do to me next and I felt my cock rise.
Ms. Julie's breathing slowed. I heard her zip her pants back up. She stepped over to me and put her hand on my head.
"Good boy, Andy! Look how hard you are! You really are a submissive little bitch, aren't you?" She bent over to hit my ass with the ruler. "Aren't you, Andy?"
"Ow!" Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I wasn't sad or ashamed. I looked up. "Yes, Ms. Julie. I'm your submissive little bitch. I want to be your submissive bitch."
"Oh, god, Andy! It makes me so hot when you submit to me!" She pulled on my arm. "You can get up now." My arms were still tied, so Julie helped me to my feet. "You might as well take those underpants pants off. They'll just get in the way." I kicked the underpants off my feet and she led me to the couch.
"Sit down." she pushed me down on the couch. "I want to play with you." She sat beside me and leaned over to give me a passionate kiss. Her tongue pried my lips open and aggressively explored me. "Just let it happen, baby. You can't move anyway," she said, then resumed her kissing while reaching under my shirt to find and pinch my nipples. I groaned loudly into her mouth. "So sexy when you moan for me, baby." she cooed. "You gonna be a moaner for me?" I nodded my head and she pinched my nipple hard again.
"Ooooooo," She reached between my legs and cupped my balls.
"I'll bet these balls are churning full of jism, huh, boyfriend?" I nodded, she lightly stroked my throbbing penis with the end of her finger. My cock stirred and a big bead of clear fluid appeared at the tip. "Ooooh, look," she teased. "Lube." Julie wrapped her fingers firmly around my cock and spread the fluid over the head with circular motions of her thumb. "Don't you dare squirt without permission, boyfriend! You don't want to be punished again, do you?"
