Julie's Promotion - Part 1

I have religiously followed the beloved Strict Miss Julie and her blog for a decade now, and through a rollercoaster of vicarious BDSM emotion and excitement. Strict Julie Spanked. I remember scenes she was involved in and spankings she was about to get, where MY butterflies were raging and my heart was pounding on her behalf! Like sympathy butterflies, or empathy ones, either or; she is truly something else, a fellow Canadian and a creative, enthusiastic BDSM participant.

Now referring to herself as Strict Julie Spanked (note the change in verbiage and how she perceives her role now), we began to collaborate on a Sims 4 avatar for her, to animate and play out her recent post. This nifty little Sims 4 "mod" lets you create pretty much any scene possible, from Sunday dinner cornertime with the family, to leather-clad, ball gags and riding crops.  

Miss Julie's post was about an up-and-coming female executive who offers to suck the cock of her boss for a promotion. If she wants that promotion...

Without further adieu, lets see how this naughty little, office tart makes out:  

"Power suit, power heels, power steering!" Julie Delmar, a junior executive at her firm, repeated this mantra in her head as she scanned the boardroom and acquainted herself to the space. She felt great, totally in charge and this mantra brought her confidence. She has a significant presentation to deliver to the senior executive tomorrow, along with the CEO of the firm. If she nails this presentation in the morning, she'll surely get that promotion she's been waiting for. 

She continued with her mantra during her drive home, wondering if a good "power fuck" might help boost her confidence even more? Yep...that's exactly where her mind went, to her poor, submissive hubby. When she gets in the door she's going to spank her husband to tears then fuck the daylights out of him with her strap on, all while keeping her Loubies on! She dropped 1100 dollars on these killer heels, just for this presentation. "Ohhhh David has no idea what he's in for tonight!" Julie snickered deviously.

The next morning, the senior executives were assembled and the CEO, Richard Matheson, had just taken his seat. Julie looked sharp, professional and confident, with overtones of allure and sexuality. Her skirt hugged her slightly plump, absolutely juicy bum, in all the right places. In a male-dominated firm, she was ready to show this "old boys club" what she could bring to the table. She knew they all secretly lusted for her, masturbated while thinking about her or fucked their boring wives while picturing her instead. 

This gave her an edge and gave her the upper hand over these silly "boys". She had most of them wrapped around her finger, just like her submissive husband. She thought back to last evening and what David had to endure at her hands. These thoughts made her feel like a Goddess. She tried to hide a sneaky grin from the eyes of the room.

Julie frequently thought about the much older CEO, the handsome, refined and athletic Mr. Matheson. She had visions of wrapping him around her little finger too, but something with that narrative didn't track. He was well travelled, worldly and a bit mysterious to her. He was very polite and respectful to women, but always looked like he was hiding a secret, especially while in the presence of women. 

He wasn't gay, he has a wife and adult children. There was just something about him that made Julie curious. Her intuition tells her that he wants something from her, but it's not groveling on his hands and knees, kissing her stilettos like she makes her husband David do. She couldn't quite read him well enough.

Julie crushed her presentation, even demonstrating a five-year financial plan that would save the firm millions. She could tell Mr. Matheson was impressed and asked her to stay behind in the boardroom, to talk about her "future", at the firm... 

Julie took this as a hint, and without missing a beat, told her CEO in a very seductive tone, that she would do ANYTHING for her promotion. Getting more comfortable and closer to Mr. Matheson, she sat and deliberately ran her hands over the softness of her nylon stockings, before crossing her legs and bobbing one of her stilettos playfully.  

"Oh...I see.", Mr. Matheson spoke, almost in a defeated and irritated tone. "Anything to be promoted you say?" He stood and moved away from her. 

"Yes Sir", Julie exclaimed with eagerness. 

There was an awkward pause where nothing further was said. The silence was finally broken by Mr. Matheson...

"Mrs. Delmar, please join me in my in my office."

"Why isn't this old pervert groping me right now? Why am I not on my knees with his cock down my throat or bent over his desk being fucked? These were the thoughts running through Julie's head. How is it that this handsome man is not trapped in her web and under her spell?

"Was I not blunt enough when I told him I'd do anything to be promoted?!" 

Instead, the two shared another awkward silence and Julie began to feel uneasy, as though she had just made a very big mistake, it was a deep sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach. 

His strict gaze looked frustrated and disappointed, as Julie shamefully began to lower her eyes to the floor. 

As matter-of-factly as talking about the weather, Mr. Matheson surprisingly stated: 

"So, Mrs. Delmar, I'd like you on your knees by the window. You're going to give me a blowjob".

Julie's head snapped up from her shameful bow, her eyes widened and she felt a bit ashamed, but relieved that her plan was back on track and that she wasn't being fired. 

"Yes Mr. Matheson", she whispered out, in her most submissive of tone, then rose from her seat and moved toward the window.

"Knees", commanded the now dominant, CEO.

Julie got down into a kneel, still in her power suit and power heels but feeling extremely submissive. 

"Open", her boss hissed at her, as he slipped out of his pants and produced his erect penis.

The one-word commands seemed extra degrading to Julie, like a pet would be spoken to. She didn't feel like a professional executive in this moment, she was feeling more trashy and slutty. However, she could feel the dampness between her legs. Humiliation and degrading sex acts secretly cause her deep arousal, even if sometimes involuntary. 

Despite feeling vulnerable and degraded, she was determined to show her boss just how much she wanted that promotion, with the best of her deepthroat abilities. She kissed the tip of his penis, as a display of her submission and willingness, then took the full length of her boss into the back of her throat.

She would beg for his cum to be sprayed onto her face, perhaps even wear his cum for awhile, like a submissive badge of honour, proud of herself that she just sucked-off the CEO. She would beg for him to unload into her mouth, and thank him for his warm, sticky load, after she swallowed it down. Then she'd get that big promotion.

Or so she thought...

Continued in: Julie's Promotion Part 2