Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2015 15:27:48 -0700
From: Artemis O'keefe <artemisokeefe@gmail.com>
Subject: Jasmine and Julie Part 2B

Author's Note

This story contains depictions of sex between F/F and F/f, and most of the
sex involves BDSM, especially as the story progresses. For those of you who
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full of Part 2, but I wanted to get something posted before you thought I
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Jasmine and Julie Part 2b

By Artemis

Jasmine was smiling to herself as the last of her fifth period class filed
out into the drizzly afternoon. The night before had been more than she'd
expected and she'd had several more orgasms once she had gotten home and
had been able to watch the video on her TV. And that evening she'd be able
to sit back and watch the videos her slave had made her and read through
the letter the girl should have left in the account. She knew she was going
to have to give the girl a chance to recover before she put her through
another assignment like the first, but she was already planning what her
slave should do for her next.

The ramp to the class creaked, and Jasmine carefully placed the memory card
on the corner of her desk and walked across the room to open the door just
as Julie knocked. "Good afternoon, Julie," Jasmine said as the girl entered
with slow almost limping walk.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. LeBlanc," Julie replied as she eased down into her
seat.

"Are you okay, Julie? You look like you're limping," Jasmine said
innocently as she made her way to the desk. She wanted to test the girl and
see if she would remember not to mention anything in class.

"I'll be fine, Mrs. LeBlanc," Julie said as she adjusted in her seat and
pulled out her homework. "I had a slight accident last night."

"Oh dear! What happened?"

"My bike has a flat tire, so I've been using my brother's bike to get
around for the last little bit. I really should have remembered to pick up
a tube the last time I was at the store, because his bike is too big for
me. But that's beside the point. I was riding around town, running some
errands and just enjoying the fact that it hasn't started to snow yet, when
I didn't notice the pothole in the road. Well, the bike took quite a bounce
and nearly stopped. I bounced and didn't stop and traveled about six inches
farther than the seat of the bike before coming down right on the center
bar," Julie explained.

Jasmine hissed in sympathetic pain as she could imagine how that could
leave a bit of a mark. She was quite proud of her slave's ability to come
up with a plausible story. "Ouch. That doesn't sound pleasant," she said
sympathetically.

"It gets worse," Julie continued. "My feet were still on the pedals as the
bike began to fall and I put my foot out to catch myself, but the rain had
started, my foot slipped and I tweaked my ankle. The pothole screwed up the
front tire of the bike, and I was almost a mile from home. You would think
in a small town someone would stop to assist a girl walking her bike home
in the rain, but I guess people aren't concerned with their neighbors as
you would think."

Jasmine considered the last part of the comment. Was Julie trying to tell
her that she'd been too hard on her the night before, or had she just come
up with a script to tell everyone and was sticking to it? Things had gone a
little rougher on the girl than she had expected the night before, but she
really hadn't expected the slave to take that long to complete the run. She
needed to read the email the girl had hopefully left for her to find out
the truth. Meanwhile, she needed to say something to at least let the girl
know she enjoyed the show and had at least a day off before any new
assignments. "It sounds like you had a tough night, but it also sounds like
you handled it well. Some days are harder than others, and it sounds like
you handled it well. I'm happy to know you aren't hurt too badly, and look
on the bright side, with your tire flat, and your brother's tire bent,
you'll have a couple of days at home to rest and heal up," she said
brightly making Julie smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to run by
the copy room and drop off something for tomorrow. I'd send you, but I'm
not such an ogre as to make you hobble around the school when I don't have
to."

"Thank you, Mrs. LeBlanc, but I can do it if you want me to," Julie said as
she began to get up from her chair.

"Don't worry about it, Julie. I'll take care of this and you can take care
of what you need to here," Jasmine said putting a hand lightly on Julie's
shoulder and looking back at the memory card on the desk.

Julie nodded and Jasmine left her and made her way into the building. It
appeared Julie could take more if she was asked, but seemed grateful for a
slight chance to let her nether regions to recover some. She would have to
make sure her next task challenged the girl in a different way, and she was
going to have to come up with an exercise schedule for the girl as soon as
possible, over fifty-one minutes for under five miles was not going to cut
it.

Jasmine took her time as she ran her errands through the building and even
stopped in on her head of department to ask her a couple of inconsequential
questions about curriculum. The walk through the rain from her portable to
the main building had reminded her of the night before and she found
herself with a sudden yearning to go back to the classroom and kiss the
girl's poor abused pussy better. She knew she wouldn't have actually done
it, but it would have been so tempting to take another taste of the girl's
sweet cunt, and she didn't want to tempt herself too much.

She got back to class shortly before the bell rang to find Julie still
seated in her seat working on her homework like she hadn't moved all
period. The memory card on the corner of her desk was in a different spot
and Jasmine knew that the girl had swapped them out like she was supposed
to do. "I'm sorry I was gone so long," she said taking her seat, "Sometimes
things take longer than expected and we have to do the best we can."

"I understand, Mrs. LeBlanc," Julie said as she began to pack up her
things. "Sometimes things don't go perfectly, but that doesn't mean they
weren't worth it, or what was needed. I'm going to go home and rest and
hopefully by tomorrow, I'll be a little less tender between my legs."

"That sounds like a good idea, but don't let your aches keep you from your
commitments. Promises made are promises that should be kept," Jasmine said
a littler sharper than she meant as the bell rang.

"I understand, Mrs. LeBlanc, and I know the importance of doing what I need
to do," Julie replied as she made her way slowly for the door, and Jasmine
smiled as she watched the girl's ass underneath the dress as she walked
away.

Jasmine finished up her work and lesson plans, and made her way to the
gym. She didn't try to push herself with the workout and she let her mind
try to plan out the workout schedule and diet Julie would need to make the
soccer team. She was going to have to call Laura and get the help of a
professional to make sure she didn't miss anything, but it irked her she
wasn't sure of it all herself.

She finished her workout and made her way to the smoothie place next door
to the library and went inside with one of her laptops. The library's Wi-Fi
network was large enough to cover the full property of the library
including the small grass area where people often sat out and read during
the summer, and they did the occasional nature class for children. The
benefit was that the Wi-Fi signal spread at least partially to the
buildings around it. Most of the people who solicited the smoothie place
took advantage of the free Wi-Fi and would play on their laptops or
cellphones as they drank their smoothies and ate their scones.

Jasmine picked up her smoothie and made her way to a seat at the back
before logging into the library's network with Julie's number. There was a
new message in the 'Drafts' section titled 'Evening's Jog' and Jasmine
opened up the message and began to read.

Dear Mistress,

I hope you enjoyed the show I put on for you the other evening. I know my
time on the jog was slow, and you are probably disappointed in me for that,
but that was not because I cannot run faster, but because I didn't plan
better. This is not an excuse, as I know you want me working on my ability
to plan as much as anything else, but an explanation, so you know that I
wasn't trying to be disobedient. I do not know if you saw the show, or you
left because I was late, or if you never planned on being there to begin
with, but I followed your instructions to the absolute best of my ability.

I was already cold and aching by the time I reached my destination, but I
was looking forward to putting on a show for you and quickly stripped out
of my clothes and exposed myself to the night, the cold and the rain. I
thought the cold and rain would be distracting, but I soon realized how
wrong I was, and by the time I was just a few spanks into punishment, the
world around me seemed to have disappeared and I was alone in the world
with your instructions. My panties were so wet, by the time I took them off
that I knew they would strongly taste of my pussy when I gagged myself with
them. I made sure to put the crotch right on my tongue, so I could fully
savor my taste, and only wished they had been your panties and the taste of
your sweet sex, Mistress, that had filled my mouth. I've gagged myself like
that before, but doing on your orders and not just my imagination, made it
so much more intense. My Mistress knew how much of a dirty, horny girl I am
and wanted to make sure I was reminded of my own desires and wants by
making me stick my wet and dirty panties in my mouth as a gag. My cries to
her would be muffled, but with every breath, I would be reminded that I
wanted this as much as you did.

I hope you don't mind that I brought a blanket to lie on, Mistress. I
didn't know how comfortable the surface would be to lie on, and I didn't
want to hurt myself or lose the moment because of outside reasons. The
blanket was soaked by the end, but I think if I had been flat against the
rock, hypothermia might have actually set in. I don't think you meant for
me to perform for you in a near winter rain, but even as I think back
having come home, showered and sitting here warm and comfortable, I shiver
thinking of how cold I felt when I began to strip.

The spanking hurt more than I could possibly have imagined. I have spanked
my cunt before, but never so hard and never so often. I followed your
orders, Mistress, and imagined it was you giving me the spanking. It was
amazing to imagine you standing over me as you beat my body. Every swat
hurt more and more and my arms ached by the end, but I knew your arms
wouldn't ache from giving your slut a spanking, so I did all I could to
make sure each blow landed firm and true, even as I cried. The spanking has
left me bruised, and I hope you'll be proud of your slave for her ability
to giver herself a firm spanking on your instructions. If it hadn't been
for the gag, I'm sure I would have been screaming loud enough to bring the
whole town running to see what had happened. My throat was sore by the end,
and even now it still feels raw as I write you. It was a fitting punishment
for my lack of speed though, and I promise you, that I will not let lack of
planning slow me down again. If I do, you have the full right to punish
this slut however you wish, even if that means something more vicious than
the brush used on my pussy and more strikes. I can't imagine trying to
endure a harsher punishment, Mistress, but I know it may happen if I am
unable to please you and live up to the expectations you have set for me. I
know you will only discipline me when I need it, but I also accept the fact
that I am your slave and my body is yours to use and abuse as you wish. If
my torment brings you pleasure, Mistress, then torment me all you like.

It was a very intense experience, playing with myself out in the woods like
that, Mistress. It took time to work past the pain of the spanking, but
once I did, the orgasm overcame me in a way I've never experienced
before. It was bliss and imagining you watching me from just out of sight
in the woods, made the moment all that much more intense. The only thing
better than the thought of your eyes on me, would have been your hands and
mouth. Just the small touch I've had of them makes me crave more. I lost
control of my body in that moment and it is hard to even call the orgasms
I've had the past the same thing as what that was. If it hadn't been for
the lingering touches of pleasure and numbness that I experienced long
after I got to my feet, I don't know if I would have been able to walk
home. I hope someday to bring you the same amount of sheer pleasure that I
achieved in that moment, Mistress.

The clothespins were extremely painful, Mistress, and yes I know I earned
each and every one of them. I was still shaky and tingling from playing
with myself, but as they began to bite into my already abused lips, they
pushed the wonderful tingle further and further away. The cold, the jog,
the pleasure already had my legs weak and wobbly and as each one bit in, I
felt like I was going to collapse. I tried to be strong though, Mistress,
and even though it hurt even more than the spanking had, I worked hard to
find that inner strength to not let you down. I should have found a way to
attach the last one somewhere other than my clit, Mistress, because it
seemed to multiply the pain of all the others, and had it not been for the
gag in my mouth, I would have cried out into the night and begged you to
let me take off at least that one. I know I was crying, Mistress. I was
more than crying, I was sobbing like a baby and I was so embarrassed to be
showing such weakness when you might be watching me, but they hurt so bad
and it was unlike anything I had felt before. Just putting my clothes on
was an act of torture and part of me just wanted to make my way out of the
clearing, find some other quiet, dark place, and remove them before I tried
to walk home. They made every step of the walk home a painful torture, and
I was lost in sobs for most of the walk. It took all my energy to just keep
putting one foot in front of another and hope I didn't collapse on the
way. They flicked against each other with every step and every jolt kept
them from going numb as I walked. Part of me hoped someone would stop and
give me a ride, home but I had no idea how I would have explained the
situation, and I'm sure they would have heard the clacking of clothespins
as got into their car.

I had to spend ten minutes just lying on my kitchen floor crying as I tried
to get myself under control. I remembered your instructions though,
Mistress, and stripped the moment I had enough strength to move again, and
only moved from my hands and knees whenever possible. My failure with the
jog made me feel the need to make it up to you, Mistress, and I offer you
the extra video I made as an act of contrition for not doing better.

Removing the clothespins hurt, Mistress. It really, really hurt more than I
could have guessed it would have, and had I known I will admit, I don't
think I would have been able to do it. I knew I felt like I owed you more,
but it was so much more than I had thought it would be, that it pushed me
beyond that threshold of what I can handle. The pain was like having a
giant hot poker shoved through the lips of my pussy and then slammed into
my nipples. I hope you are not disappointed, Mistress, that I have already
seemed to find a limit that is too much for me, but you did ask that I be
honest with you about such things. Any of the acts separately, or even two
of them could have been tolerated, but the whole evening had built to that
point where I knew if I had been asked to do more in that moment, I would
have said I had reached my limits and couldn't have taken any more until
I'd had at least a chance to recover some.

I hope my Mistress does not mind that I took a shower to clean up and warm
up while my dinner cooked. I was still shivering with cold, and I didn't
want to get sick or go into shock from hypothermia. The cold on its own
might not have been too bad, but rain made it seem colder and seemed to
make it sink deeper into my body. I'm sure at least some of the shaking was
caused by the pain of what I had put my body through, but everything was so
blended and mixed together, I cannot say how much was caused by any
singular thing. The shower felt wonderful as it poured hot down on to my
body. I liked the fact that my parents had installed an endless water
heater years ago as I knew I would always be able to take a hot shower in
the morning, no matter how much time my brother spent in the shower, but
showering after my ordeal made the endless spray of hot water pouring down
on my body feel so much better than any shower I've taken in the past. I
know I spent at least a half hour on the floor of the shower letting the
water caress my body bringing life back to my limbs and easing some of the
aches that made me just want to lie there and cry all night. In the past,
even when I've pretended I was the pet slave of a Mistress, I've always
stood while I showered. I could not have stood when I crawled into the
shower even if I had wanted to, and it reminded me that a shower was not
one of those times when I had to be on my feet.

I felt so much better after the shower, Mistress. I wouldn't say I was
better, but most of the shake in my legs was gone and most of the aches my
body had been feeling had faded some as well. If it had not been for your
instructions, I would have probably wouldn't have made a big meal instead
settling for a sandwich or whatever I could have made quickly and then gone
straight to bed, but my body craved more than just a small meal, and I
needed the energy to complete the tasks you had given me. I have eaten
meals before from my bowls on the ground as I pretended my Mistress watched
me, but doing so as the camera spied on me and I sat there lewdly on
display, my legs spread wide to ease a little of the ache from the abuse on
my pussy, truly excited me. The camera made it feel like you were there,
and I did the best I could to be my Mistress' perfect pet. I could imagine
you sitting behind me as you ate your meal at the table commenting
occasionally for me to make sure I didn't make a mess or to spread my
legs. Despite all the aches I was feeling, especially between my legs, it
made me so wet to think of you there behind me and I ached to feel your
touch. I fought to keep from touching myself, while I ate and tried to
focus on the fact that in a short while I was going to be allowed to
pleasure myself again in another video for my Mistress. I'm glad you made
me eat, Mistress. I do not know if you knew what I needed, or if merely
wanting a video of me eating on the ground and on display was what you were
looking for, but if it had not been for the food, I would not have been
able to accomplish any of the other tasks sat before me. Maybe it is both
and I found myself a Mistress who is both practical and perverted.

The dancing did not go well, Mistress. I must confess this now before you
see the video, because I'm ashamed of what is there waiting for you to
see. I've never done much dancing, and I've never tried to dance
seductively for someone before you requested this of me. I had never even
dreamt of a Mistress who might wish me to dance for her, but after I
watched a few videos online to try and get an idea of what to do for you, I
understood why people find it so attractive. Some of the videos I watched
were boring and plain, but the ones I watched where the woman knew what she
was doing and how to move her body were so very exciting. As the videos
played, I stood before my computer and tried to dance and move in the same
ways the women on the screen moved. Their hips all seemed to glide and
shake and move so seductively like their bodies were built with more joints
than mine was, and I couldn't figure out how to replicate their moves and
thrusts. They even made taking off their clothes look exciting, while I had
trouble just not tripping over my panties as they fell to my feet. I wanted
so much to impress you, Mistress. I wanted so much to turn you on, but I
feel like all I really did was humiliate myself. I will keep practicing
everyday to improve my technique, Mistress. I know I have failed you, and
if I can't even seduce my own Mistress, then I have failed as a
slave. Please, Mistress, punish your slave appropriately. I promise I will
get better, but until then I accept any consequences you have for me.

The final video you requested of me, Mistress, was difficult. Even with the
arousal of imagining you watching me as I ate my dinner and my fond
memories from earlier that night, the night's aches and the embarrassment
of my failure at dancing had me not feeling particularly beautiful or
aroused. I knew I couldn't fail you a second time in a row, Mistress, and
the thought of putting on another show to show you how much you excite me,
kept me going enough to make the final video.

I've spent so much time alone in the house, that there are few places where
I haven't played with myself. In my mind's eye, I've always been slave to a
Mistress, and that meant I was there for her to use at any time she
pleased. Any time I'd get horny, no matter where I was, I would stop
whatever I was doing and play with myself as if my Mistress had ordered it,
or even better it was her hands on my body bringing me to orgasm. I was my
Mistress' to use and I would not have denied her so at those times I did
not deny myself my arousal. I spent so little time in the formal dining
room is the only reason I had probably never considered crawling on top of
it before and setting myself spread before my Mistress for her to feast
on. The thought at that moment was so exciting though, that I knew it was
the perfect spot for the video you requested, and I hope you enjoy the
sight of my spread across the rich, glowing surface of the oak table.

Making the video was more difficult than I had thought it would be though,
Mistress. With the exception of the one time you ordered me to put a finger
in my ass, I've never put anything in my there before. I was too shocked
the first time to really think about it, but as I sat there on the table
before the camera, with the lube and giant sharpie besides me, I was so
nervous that I felt like I was about to throw up. I started with a finger
and I coated it with the lube, but I was so nervous my body kept stiffening
up and it was hard to even get that in. I understand you enjoy your ass
played with, Mistress, and I know you have probably done it many times over
the years, but as I sat there trying to get up the courage to press the
marker, or even a finger inside me to start with, I wondered if you liked
it your first time, or did it take you time to get used to the idea as
well.

Eventually, I did get the first finger in, and it felt so foreign and
strange that I was frozen as my body tried to decide how it should react. I
thought that maybe if I was stimulating my clit at the same time, it would
have helped me relax, but you had forbidden that and the whole of my senses
were concentrated on the intruder in my ass. I worked the finger in and out
for several minutes as I tried to loosen things up and grow used to the
sensation, but it didn't seem to be working and it almost seemed like my
body was growing tighter around the finger instead of looser.

It hurt even more to work the second finger in. I tried to stay calm and
relax, but I just couldn't. My body clenched every time I tried pushing in
with a second finger, and I couldn't seem to relax enough to get it in. I
did manage it, but it made me feel so dirty to have them shoved up
there. Not dirty in the way where I know I'm doing something for you,
Mistress, but in a way that made me want to rush upstairs and take a
scalding hot shower and scrubbed and scrubbed until I finally felt clean. I
can't explain why, Mistress, but as I finally forced the second finger into
my body, it is the only time in all my fantasies and dreaming that I felt I
was more gutter slut than prized slave.

I worked the two fingers in and out until I'd managed to relax a little and
I felt I could get the sharpie in. I know it wasn't much bigger than my two
fingers, but it felt like it was so huge as I forced it in and I had to
fight my body to keep from expelling it. I'm sorry, Mistress, but I don't
know if I will ever like having my ass played with if this is what it will
always be like. The wrongness of it, even overwhelmed the pride I felt of
having achieved a task you set for me.

Once the marker was finally in place, I started to play with myself. It was
very different and awkward, Mistress, as the marker kept trying to slide
out of me and I had to keep a hand on it to keep it in place. More than the
sensation of it inside me, that was a constant reminder of the wrongness of
the moment. Normally, it takes very little for me to get excited, as I
touch my body, but between everything else and the invasion of my body, I
didn't feel as sexy as I normally do.

My pussy was still very tender from the abuse it had taken and I could
barely touch it. I started playing with my nipples, and I was able to relax
a little and focus on the positive sensations instead of all the aches my
body felt. I closed my eyes and pictured you at the end of the table
watching and that helped even more and allowed me to start touching the
rest of my body as well. You were beautiful and proud and naked in my
mind's eye, and the more I touched myself, the more the smile on your face
grew. I imagined you at the end on the table in your seat letting your
hands move over your body in the same way my hand was moving over mine, and
it was that thought that helped me relax enough to be able to start
enjoying the moment.

It took longer than normal for me to orgasm, Mistress. My body was filled
with aches and every shift of my body reminded me unhappily of the pen that
was penetrating me. It wasn't a big orgasm, but after the one I achieved
earlier that night, any orgasm would have seemed small. The afterglow
didn't last long either. By the time I got up and moved to stop the camera,
I had gone from the bliss of orgasm to the painful reminders of all my
body's aches. It was very difficult and humiliating to clean up, Mistress,
as I had to keep one hand constantly on the end of the pen to keep it in
place.

I just had time to finish my clean up before the news started, and I kept
the pen in place until the news was over. It was extremely difficult to
focus on the TV, as every shift was a constant reminder of was pressed
inside of me. Taking the marker out was such a relief that had I not felt
so sore and exhausted, I might have cum just from that. Even now knowing I
have to put it back in tomorrow, and the day after that and on and on,
makes me a little queasy and nervous, and knowing what else you have
planned, fills me with a little dread. I don't know if I'll be able to do
it, Mistress. I will try to be ready, but I don't know if I'll be able to
do it when you want to and I'm sorry.

It is getting late, Mistress and I should have been asleep long ago. My
blankets and pillow await me in a pile on the floor, and I look forward to
a night full of dreams of you.

Thank you for everything, Mistress, and I hope you enjoy your videos, and
know how proud I am to be your slave. I will always do all I can to live up
to the goals and expectations you set for me.

Your loving and devoted slave,

  				    -Julie

Jasmine sat back and took another sip of her smoothie as she considered
everything the girl had said in her email. She knew she needed to reply,
but she wasn't sure exactly what to say and how to ease all of the girl's
nerves and anxiety. She knew maybe she had pushed too far too fast, but she
wasn't sure how to reply in a way that would allow her to slow down while
still sounding confident and sure in the ears of the girl.

She needed to write something, and was betting that the girl was going to
be checking the account as often as she could until she had a reply. She
was proud of her slave and what she had done, and she knew she needed to
focus on the positives. It wouldn't do to add any new assignments for that
day, as she was pretty sure, the girl couldn't take it, and was probably
exhausted. She had no idea how late she had stayed up to finish the message
the night before and there was only so far she could push the girl so
fast. She took another sip of her smoothie and started a new message.

My dearest slave,

You have no idea how proud I am of you for all that you accomplished in one
very long evening. I'm looking forward to watching the videos and seeing
the beautiful shows you put on for me. Yes, you were slow in your jogs, and
if you want to get in shape those times will have to improve drastically
and quickly. However, you did not need to punish yourself beyond what
punishment I gave you. I am the Mistress and I decide those things. I am
looking forward to seeing this extra video you made me, but in the future,
slave, do not take extra punishments upon yourself.

It was amazing to watching you in the dark of the night as you lay on the
rock. I savored every muffled gasp and groan and the view of you both
punishing and pleasuring yourself was enough to bring me off twice. I will
always be there to watch out for you, slave, and make sure you are
alright. I know you were pushed to your limits with the punishments, I
really hadn't expected you to take so long to finish your jog, but I kept
an eye on you. I followed you home, even though you did not see me, and I
made sure you made it safe. Had you fallen, I would have been there. If I
had thought you couldn't have taken any more, I would have come to you and
told you to rest and worry about the rest another day. And had I known you
were going to further punish yourself, I would have swatted you on the ass
until it knocked the sense back into your head.

I'm glad to know you were smart enough to take a shower and warm up when
you got home, slave. You need to take care of your body, and letting
yourself freeze because I didn't specifically tell you to do something is
not acceptable. I expect a slave to think for herself and that can take
care of herself. If I had known the rain was going to start so early, I
might have even changed your instructions, to avoid the risk of you getting
sick, and I'm glad one of us remembered a blanket for you.

I'm quite interested in seeing the marks your punishment left on your
body. The thought of you on your hands and knees eating from your bowl with
your abused and beaten sex so clearly on display makes my heart race, and
my panties wet. It was so very difficult for me not to come out of the
woods last night and kiss your sore sex better right then and there, and I
wish I could do it now.

I knew the dancing would not go well, slave. Dancing and especially dancing
to strip and seduce takes practice, body knowledge, and confidence. Knowing
how to use your body and move your body will help you in many different
ways especially in sports. Yes, it will take practice and time for you to
be able to move your body with the confidence and skill of the women in the
videos you have watched, and as you learn to move your body in news ways,
you will see how it helps you in other areas as well. Just because I knew
you were likely to not do well with this assignment does not excuse you
from punishment. Until you can do a proper and seductive striptease video
for me, you are not allowed to watch or read any adult videos or
stories. There are many other places you can find videos of women dancing,
you can always check YouTube, but until you have produced a striptease I
deem acceptable, keep off the porn sites.

I'm sorry to hear you did not enjoy playing with your ass as much as I
enjoy having mine played with. I will admit having you do it cold without
allowing you to build up to it with the rest of your body might not have
been the best plan and I give you permission to use the rest of your body
to help work yourself up to putting it in in the future. Remember though,
slave, this does not give you permission to cum without my permission
though.

I'm glad you were honest with me, slave. If when the time comes, you don't
feel ready to let me use your ass, then I will not. I told you from the
beginning I would respect your limits and if we hit them, you were to tell
me. I am not all-knowing, and I cannot read your mind. If you do not tell
me when things are going wrong, then how can I trust you to be my slave? I
care about you too much to hurt you like that. That said, for now you still
have to keep working with the sharpie.

I'm pleased to know you are remembering all of your instructions and
following all the rules I set for you. I wish I could be there to see you
do those things, and to do them to you, as well. I can't wait for the
opportunity to feel your tongue and fingers between my legs and probing
into me.

I have no further instructions or assignments for you at this time,
slave. You have several things you need to be working on, and the parts of
your body I most take delight in, outside of your mind that is, need a
chance to heal and rest. I am proud of you for your dedication to your
service, but, slave, do not take this break as a chance to do something you
think I would want you to do, or give yourself some punishment you imagine
you deserve. You deserve no such punishment, and I want you and your body
to recover before I push you further. Remember, I am the Mistress here and
I determine what happens and when. I know you would gladly crawl to me
tonight and allow me to use your abused body however I wished, and the idea
of such a devoted servant and delightful offer, makes my heart race. Now is
the time to heal, so you can better serve me later.

Soon, we will have the chance to be together, and when that time comes, I
will bring you pleasure and pain, like you've never imagined. Until then,
slave, know you are in my dreams, and thoughts of you fuel my fantasies.

Love,

	Your Mistress

Jasmine read through the email quickly before sending it and hoped she
hadn't missed anything. She couldn't believe the girl had been foolish
enough to punish herself beyond what she had done at the rock. The slave
was obviously too eager to please, and she was going to have to make sure
she was careful with any instructions or assignments she gave the girl. She
had never thought of the girl as one who would have so desperately sought
for approval.

She was disappointed that her slave disliked anal play, but she hoped she
would at least grow more used to it as she adjusted to it. Jasmine had
loved it from the first time she had tried it and knew that even if her
slave made her own ass off limits, the girl would spend plenty of time
servicing her ass.

With a few clicks on the touchpad, Jasmine saved the message and logged out
of the account. She couldn't believe almost an hour had passed since she
sat down, and as she logged out of the computer, she noticed a text on her
phone.

The text was from Stacey and read, "Workout?" She was asking quickly if
Jasmine wanted to join her for a workout after she got off work with a
quick message while her office manager wasn't looking.

Jasmine texted back, "Already did. Dinner? Italian?" She kept the text
short, knowing Stacey would only have a moment to read it, if any time at
all and she wanted to make it simple. There was only one decent Italian
restaurant in town, and if Stacey said yes, she'd know where to find
Jasmine when she got off in twenty minutes.

Her phone chirped again and Jasmine read the text, "30 minutes."

She smiled as she climbed in her car and made her way to the
restaurant. There was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to get
home as soon as possible, so she could watch the videos on the card sitting
in her pocket, but it would be good to catch up with Stacey. Plus, she was
dying to share her weekend with the other woman.

Thirty minutes later, Jasmine watched from her seat at the bar as Stacey
walked into the restaurant. Stacey was dressed in her usual office garb of
a plain silk shirt, nice black slacks and low-heeled black heels. She
joined Jasmine at the bar and gave her a big hug as Jasmine stood up. "My
in-laws are nuts, Jazz. Every time I visit them I wonder how my husband
managed to get out of that house with his personality and sanity
intact. Returning to this little town shouldn't feel like returning to high
culture, but they make it feel like high culture."

Jasmine laughed as she hugged her friend back. She'd heard similar rants
from Stacey after every visit to or from her in-laws. She'd met them a few
times when they'd come over for a birthday for one of Stacey's kids, and
the comment of, "You look like you would produce fine white babies, but you
really shouldn't work out so much it makes you look a bit dykey," spoken by
Stacey's mother-in-law summed up the woman's world view perfectly. It
actually bothered them that their son had married a woman with a college
education, because in their words, "It doesn't take that much education to
clean a house and make dinner." Peter had mostly escaped this closed-minded
world view of his parents. Jasmine couldn't imagine trying to spend a
holiday with them.

"That bad of a trip?" Jasmine asked as they sat down and Stacey ordered her
own glass of wine.

"We arrived Wednesday night to a live turkey in the backyard, which they
expected Peter to kill and me to clean and prepare because, 'When the
government collapses because of them damn liberals, you'll have to know how
to kill and prepare your own food, so you'd better start learning now.' How
I wish I could say that was the low point of the trip." She'd just taken
the first sip of her wine, when the waiter came over and led them to their
table.

Stacey continued her narration of the 48 hours that had been started with a
live turkey awaiting the slaughter and ended with them leaving a day early
and Stacey informing Peter if she ever visited her in-laws again, she'd use
the axe that had been used on the turkey on his mother. The last straw had
come when Stacey's daughter had been talking happily about a school science
project and her grandfather replied by saying, "You don't need to learn
about that science hocus pocus. It's all made up and boys don't like girls
who are interested in things outside of the house." At that, even Peter had
called the trip over. Jasmine had found herself caught between laughter and
shock throughout the story, especially as Stacey had explained exactly how
you do kill, pluck and clean a turkey.

"I swear if they show up at my house any time in the near future, I'm
meeting them door with a shotgun. They get worse every year and I don't
want the kids exposed to their level of crazy," Stacey finished after the
waiter had walked away having taken their order.

"I don't blame you. Will's mom could get a little protective of her son at
moments, but she wasn't bad. Of course then I don't think she ever forgave
me when she found out that I could have played college basketball and chose
not to. What is it with Hoosiers and basketball?"

"For some poor white boys, their only chance to get off the farm and away
from the monotony of barn dances and cow tipping, is basketball," Stacey
said with the soft heartfelt voice of someone doing a charity commercial on
TV. "If we take that opportunity away from them, all they'll have to look
forward to is taking over their father's farm and marrying the girl they
knocked up at prom. Don't crush their dreams of something more." Stacey
made her eyes go big and compassionate as she talked.

Jasmine burst out into laughter as her friend continued to stare at her
with big soft eyes. "Okay, okay. That's terrible. If I ever do end up
having a kid, I hope he or she chooses to be good at sports that don't have
a professional level. Let them enjoy it but not go after it as a career."

"What if they aren't into sports at all?"

"Blasphemy. Like any child of mine isn't going to excel at sports," Jasmine
said puffing herself up with false importance.

Stacey rolled her eyes, "So how was your holiday?"

Jasmine told her about seeing her family and how her sister and the kids
were doing, and was careful to express that her Thanksgiving dinner started
with a turkey picked fresh from the frozen coffin at the grocery
store. Stacey glared daggers at her for the reminder and the two lapsed
into silence as their food arrived and they began to eat.

"So," Stacey began a few minutes later as she twisted spaghetti around her
fork, "what aren't you telling me about?"

"What makes you think, I'm leaving anything out?" Jasmine said innocently
as she looked down at her plate.

"You have that look on your face, like you have a secret you're dying to
share, but want to torment me first. So spill it."

"I bought a hot tub. A rep from the company and Harrison are going to be at
my house tomorrow to figure out what needs to be done to get the house
ready for having it installed and how to get it into the backyard."

"That's great. I look forward to having a nice soak once you get it going,
but that's not it. Quit pussyfooting around, Jazz," Stacey's look was even
more intense.

"It wasn't much really. I ran into a friend from high school that had moved
back to town and went over to her place on Friday to catch up. It was nice
break from listening to my dad yelling at the TV and commenting that all
ballplayers today are overpaid, overhyped, under preforming prima donnas,"
she said casually.

"Nope, there's still more, spill it," Stacey said looking at her friend
intently.

Jasmine took a deep breath as she considered what to say. "Show or tell?"

"What?"

"I can show you or I can tell you. Which do you want?"

"Okay I'll bite," Stacey said. "Show."

Jasmine pulled out her phone and opened it to the gallery with the photos
she had taken of Stacey and slid it across the table to her friend. Stacey
heaved a sigh at the theatrics as she picked up the phone and looked at the
first picture. "Jesus Christ, Jazz!" She exclaimed nearly dropping the
phone. "What did you do to that poor woman?" She scrolled through the
photos with large round eyes stunned by the apparent violence of the scene.

"We just played a little. I found out she's been into that kind of things
for years and been a lesbian since high school. She likes it rough, and
offered me the chance to explore and try things out some. Well offer isn't
quite the right word. More like she stripped naked, handcuffed herself, and
stood naked in the middle of the living room while I was in the bathroom
and then made several logical and reasonable arguments as to why I should
spank her silly.

Stacey's eyes still hadn't left the screen as she continued to loop through
the photos. "It looks like you beat her half to death, Jazz. She was okay
with this? She was okay after this?"

Jasmine sighed, this was why she hadn't wanted to talk to Stacey about
this, but she did have questions that could use answers. "Stacey, she's
fine. She was never gagged. I gave her more than one opportunity to
stop. She's the one who suggested the cane. Yes I worked to leave her as
bruised as possible, but I was careful to avoid danger areas. She knew her
limits and she says I might have pushed close to them, but I never pushed
over them. She was a little stiff the next day, but she was moving. She was
still planning on working that night and she works as a physical trainer."

"This is a bit more than a little slap and tickle, Jazz," Stacey said
finally putting down the phone and sliding it back to her friend. "I know
you said you were interested in playing a little rough, but wow."

"Well see, that's just it. Given the opportunity, I probably would have
gone harder. Well let me rephrase that. If I knew the person better, and
knew their limits and knew how to read their responses better, I would have
pushed it further and longer."

"Really?"

"Well I would have done different things. I've read about so much I want to
try, but don't have anyone to experiment with, or show me how to do any of
it, or seen it done in person, that under the right circumstances, I could
do so much more than you saw. It is such a power rush, Laura. Even just
thinking back on it excites me. And worries me a little."

"Well you're way out of my league of a little slap and tickle, Jazz. This
level of play, well it doesn't freak me out, well maybe a little, but it is
way beyond my experience. I don't even know if I could watch someone be
spanked like that without wanting to scream out and stop it. You're sure
she wasn't hurt, Jazz?"

"Positive. Stacey, Laura works as a physical trainer, she knows her
body. She's not going to put herself in a position where she can't do her
job. She's been doing this for years and believe me, I didn't even touch a
tenth of her collection of toys."

"Okay, so you liked it and she liked it. Neither of you lost control nor
was she hurt beyond some massive bruising. Not sure I exactly get that, but
I'm not going to judge. So what worries you about it, Jazz?" Stacey wasn't
sure what her friend was going to ask her and she was even less sure she
would be able to get an answer, but she would try. She was caught off guard
by just how intense Jazz's play had been.

"Before we started to play," Jasmine began to explain, "I confessed to
Laura what I liked, she showed me her toys, and told me what she liked. She
told me she would never have believed I was a submissive and that I was a
born sadist. She explained how I was always the type of person who had to
be in control of the situation and a liked hurting people."

"Well was she right?"

"More or less, but not exactly. I'm not going to argue that I like being in
control of things. I like being in charge. I like knowing what is going to
happen and help making sure it is going to happen."

"You are a bit of an over-planner, Jazz. We had to ban you from making up
schedules for every minute of any group vacation. Not to mention how you
handle your research."

Jasmine gave her a face, "Having a rough idea of what and when on a
vacation is smart. Well organized research is research that doesn't waste
energy or time."

"Let's not get into what you consider a 'rough idea' is, Jazz. What about
the sadistic part?"

"It is and isn't true. Well now that I've had a chance to reflect on what
she said, I guess that's the best way to put it. She pointed out how I am
when I'm playing sports. Aggressive, tough, and more than willing to make
the other team hurt in order to win."

"I've never seen you play, but I'll buy that, based on stories you've told
me."

"Outside of sports I'm not that brutal though I guess. I don't treat my
students badly, and I don't think I've ever been a bully or cruel to my
friends. I do my best not to hurt the feelings of others."

Stacey thought about the statement for a moment. "You like your way. You'll
fight for your way. You're not always above telling someone you told them
so. But you aren't a bully in anyway."

"In the past I've also always gotten my way in relationships. Well that's
how she put it. I've never put up with less than what I wanted as far as
sex goes in a relationship. She's right too. In past relationships, I've
never stayed with someone who couldn't satisfy me sexually and who wasn't
willing to get creative."

"Again I've only got your word to go on for that, but yeah that does sound
like you. What does this have to do with what's worrying you?"

"I'm getting to that. I'm just trying to put it all out there. Obviously
the same part of my brain that will do anything to win, is the same part
that gets off by being in control in the bedroom, and now that it has found
a new way to both be in control and cause a little pain, it is very
happy. I'm not going to lie, I like the idea of making someone hurt. I
loved every minute of what I did with Laura. I'd like to do it again. I'd
like to see what else I could do. What worries me is this: Laura said I was
fully in control. She said she was close to the edge, but not over it. What
would have happened if I would have crossed her edge, but not mine? Would I
have been able to stop myself, or would I have just kept going until I was
satisfied? What if I couldn't control myself when the moment came?" Jasmine
slumped back into her seat as she got the confession out.

"You're wondering what you would do if you were in a situation where you
were playing with someone and you crossed a line and they yelled stop?"
Stacey clarified. "That's easy, Jazz, you'd stop. That's your big worry?
You're worried that once the ref blew the whistle you wouldn't be able to
stop."

"How do you know that? Do you know how good it feels to be in that moment
and be in total control of another person? How do you know I'd be able to
stop if they cried out the safe word and I was in the zone and in the
moment?" Jasmine asked a little nervously and confused.

"Because you've never once told me a story where you went after someone
after a game. Or where you went after someone who was off the field or
after play stopped. Jasmine you are extremely self-controlled. You save it
for the moment and you keep it in that moment. If you were with someone and
they cried, 'no mas' you'd stop dead." Stacey explained. "You might enjoy
making a person ache, Jazz, but you aren't looking to end them."

Jasmine thought about the comment as the waitress came and cleared their
plates away and asked if they wanted any dessert, which they both politely
declined. "I don't know. How sure are you?"

"Jazz, if I were into girls, and that level of play, I'd trust you. You
don't let the moment consume you, you consume the moment. And you're
excellent at reading people, Jazz. You'd know if the person before you was
at the edge and you'd stop before they fell over it to begin with," Stacey
assured her friend.

Jazz thought about what Stacey was telling her and reflected on her play
with Laura and what she had put Julie through the night before. She never
stopped things with Julie, but she had been ready to on a couple of
occasions. Plus she'd followed the girl home to make sure she go there
okay. She'd been worried about Laura towards the end, but Laura had never
seemed totally out of it and lost to the situation. If Laura had truly
looked out of it and non-responsive, she would have stopped. As she'd been
delivering the last series of swats, she'd paused before each strike to
give her a chance to tell her to stop. But it had felt so good in the
moment to push the woman to the edge. She'd loved seeing what she could do
and she'd been allowed to go so much further than she thought she'd be
allowed that night. Would she have stopped if she felt she was being
cheated of that push to the edge? Stacey thought so. Laura had trusted
her. Julie put herself fully within Jasmine's hands. If they trusted her,
why was she having such a hard time trusting herself?

"I hope you're right, Stacey. I'm just worried I'd find out it wasn't true
the hard way," she said in a resigned and uncertain voice.

"The fact that you question yourself so much, should be enough of an
answer, Jazz. You're putting yourself through the guilt without even having
done anything wrong. If you expect a submissive to trust you, shouldn't you
start trusting yourself first?"

Jasmine nodded. "You're right. If I can't trust myself to control myself,
then I shouldn't be playing to begin with. I didn't doubt myself when I
started playing with Laura. It was only later that I wondered what might
have happened."

Stacey nodded. "Exactly. Now quit worrying about 'mights and maybes' and
focus on trying to find someone close by to get with."

"If only you knew," Jasmine thought to herself as she signed the bill and
slid out of the booth. "I'm not sure I'm quite to that point yet, Stacey. A
little non-committal play was nice, but actually getting into a
relationship is another thing."

Stacey slid out of the booth and gave her friend a hug, "Then go find
yourself a regular non-committal thing. Experiment and have some fun."

Jasmine returned the hug, "We'll see. I'm not in a rush and I'm not going
to do anything to expose any of my new inclinations to the community."

The two said their goodbyes as they left the restaurant and Jasmine
promised to have Stacey over as soon as the new hot tub was installed and
running. She felt better for her conversation with her friend, and felt
that Stacey was probably right about how she would react. She really
couldn't see herself hurting someone intentionally while playing, but the
thought did worry her a little.

As she drove home the worries slipped away and the anticipation of watching
the videos on the card grew. She wanted to see Julie's videos and the
thought made something low in her stomach churn with excitement as she felt
herself moisten.

There was a slight chill in the air as Jasmine entered the house and she
turned up the heat before passing through the first floor as quiet as a
ghost. Her heart was pounding as she made her way up the stairs and into
the bedroom. As the moment of reveal grew closer, Jasmine felt herself
wanting to rush her preparation, and she slowed herself as she stripped
away her clothes putting them in the hamper and chose the toys she wanted
to use that night.

She pulled out her favorite set of anal beads and smiled as she coated her
fingers in lube to prepare her ass. The beads weren't small, but they
weren't huge either. The size of large marbles, the strand of six beads
didn't quite fill her, but intensified the sensation of anything she used
in her pussy and made any orgasm even more intense when she would rip them
out. They had been one of William's favorites to use on her, and he would
often yank them out of her as he was about to cum, propelling them into an
intense mutual orgasm that left her seeing stars and feeling limp as a
noodle. She'd worn them out on occasion when they were going various
places, but when she'd done that, she'd usually preferred the more intense
and filling feeling of one of her plugs.

She slipped the beads in and she could feel them moving inside with every
shift of her body and she smiled. She wanted that extra intensity they'd
provide that night and she grabbed her large thick vibrator before going
back to her new playroom.

The room was set up as a movie room at the moment, and Jasmine wished for a
moment she could just put the toys up all the time, but knew that would
lead to questions from friends she didn't want to answer. And at the
moment, it was the movie aspect she wanted. She slid the card into the
Blue-Ray player and turned on the projector and settled onto the couch as
the thumbnails of the various clips appeared on the movie screen in front
of her. She was surprised to see five video clips when Julie had only
mentioned four in her letter, but was looking forward to seeing what the
hidden clip showed when she got to it. She used the remote to click on the
first video and turned on the vibrator letting its strong buzz tease her
body as she let the tip trail over her inner thighs.

The first clip started and Jasmine saw the girl sitting before the camera
on her bed, the clothespins still decorating her body. She could see the
tracks on the girl's cheeks from her tears and even with the clothespins
obscuring much of the view of the girl's pussy, she could see just how red
the area was. Jasmine played the vibrator over her stomach and across her
nipples as the girl positioned herself before the camera before looking
right at it. "I'm sorry I failed you so badly with my jogging time tonight,
Mistress. I know I need to be punished for my lack of planning in advance
of the run. Please consider this my penance," The girl said as she picked
up a spool of thread and began running it through the center loops of the
clothespins.

Jasmine let the vibrator work lower on her body and over her clit as she
watched the video. The girl was in obvious pain every time she touched the
clamps and the occasional fresh tear rolled down her cheek until eventually
all the clothespins including the ones on her nipples were connected by the
thread.

She remembered the pictures the girl had taken showing her doing just
this. She also remembered the delightful sounds the girls who had had this
done to them in the various videos she'd watched had made when they'd been
torn away, but she couldn't believe the girl was about to do it to her
already abused lips. She would have never told the girl to do it herself,
because it was more than she thought the girl should have to take. She felt
her heart racing as the girl cut the string and pulled the two ends tight,
which was enough to pull a whimper from her lips.

Jasmine placed the tip of the vibrator at the wet opening of her pussy as
her mouth went dry in anticipation of what she saw on the screen and
swallowed hard. "I'm sorry I didn't plan better, Mistress. It won't happen
again," the girl said through a series of light sobs as she tried to build
up her courage to yank on the thread. The moment was drawn out as the
thread was drawn tight and all the pins were pulled out, but not
off. Jasmine's heart was thundering in her ears as she watched waiting for
the moment wanting to see what was going to happen.

The seconds counted on and Jasmine could see the tears on the girl's face
as her body trembled. She knew her slave wouldn't have included the video
if she hadn't actually done what she was planning on doing, but as the
moment lengthened, she felt her own anticipation growing. Then the thread
went slack for a moment before violently getting yanked tight and one by
one the clothespins tore from their holds on her most sensitive bits and
the girl let out a long yowl of pain followed by sobbing as she curled into
a ball and continued to cry.

Jasmine had slammed the vibrator deep into herself just as the yank and
begun and let out a howl of her own, but it had been one of pleasure as the
sight and sound had almost been enough to make her cum. She backed up the
video and watched the moment again as she worked the vibrator in and out
then continued to drive the silicone cock in and out of herself as her
slave continued to cry on the screen for another five minutes before
finally getting herself back under control.

Once again the girl turned to the camera and spread her legs exposing
herself to the camera as she stopped sobbing and most of the tears finally
ended. Jasmine finally was able to see just how red and abused the girl's
cunt was, and while part of her ached to ease the poor abused slit, the
rest of her thrilled as the beauty of the sight.

"I hope you accept this act of reparation, Mistress. But if it is not
enough, let me know and I will gladly repeat it or undergo any other
punishment you set out for me," the girl said before crawling across the
bed and turning off the camera.

Jasmine backed up the video again and began watching from where the girl
began to lace the clothespins together. She knew her orgasm was close, but
she kept herself on edge until right as the thread was yanked and her moans
of pleasure drown out the yowl of pain from the speakers. She couldn't wait
to be the one to put the clothespins on the girl and then yank them off.

Jasmine slowly drifted back to her surroundings as the electric jolts faded
away and the heaviness faded from her limbs, and she selected the next
video her slave had made for her.  This time the camera was clearly set up
on the floor of the kitchen and Jasmine watched as the girl crawled into
view from behind the camera. She looked better than she had in the first
video and it was clear she had showered and recovered a little from her
earlier ordeal. Her sex was redder than ever though and Jasmine had a
perfect view of it as the girl crawled to the two bowls on the floor and
spread her legs wide towards the camera.

The girl looked back over her shoulder at the camera and said, "I hope my
Mistress enjoys watching me eat from my bowls. You can see just how red and
sore my cunt is from everything that has happened tonight. It aches,
Mistress and even if I weren't wanting to display it for you, I would have
a hard time keeping my legs together."

Jasmine shivered in pleasure at the thought as the girl turned away from
her and began to eat from the bowls. The camera was set up at such an angle
that Jasmine could see between the girl's legs to the bowls beyond and she
watched as the girl delicately leaned down and took a bite from the bowl
and began to eat. She ate slowly taking careful, neat bites occasionally
leaning over to the second bowl to lap up her drink.

The sight and sound as she lapped at the drink made Jasmine grown even
wetter as she imagined the tongue lapping at her clit and nipples. She kept
the vibrator working in and out of her hole, as she slowly built towards
another orgasm. She imagined the girl being before her on the ground and
how much fun she could have giving the girl the occasional swat or caress
as she ate from the bowls. She also imagined how fun it would be to have
the girl kneeling on the table and eating so she could lick and suck and
finger her as she ate.

The cute wiggling ass and red sex kept her eyes glued on the screen as her
mind drifted to the myriad of things she wanted to do when she finally got
her hands on the girl. It was so frustrating to have such a willing slave
and not being able to touch her. Eventually she would get the chance to get
the girl on the cross and when that happened she would truly see what the
girl's limits were and how much she could take. Until then though, she was
satisfied with the girl's act of submission projected before her.

Jasmine watched as the girl leaned forward and licked her food dish before
turning to face the camera. She was surprised about how clean the girl's
face was with only a few spots of sauce on her face. She was smiling and
Jasmine saw the look that was aching for approval in the girl's eyes. "I
hope my Mistress enjoyed watching her slave eat her dinner like a good
slave should. I love having your eyes on me," she said with a smile before
crawling off camera and stopping the camera. The words sent a shiver up
Jasmine's spine. She loved how the girl referred to her as 'Mistress' and
the yearning for approval made her want test the girl in so many different
ways.

Jasmine clicked on the next video and wondered just how bad the girl's
dancing was going to be. The video started and Jasmine watched as the girl
stepped back from the camera. The camera looked like it must have been set
up on a tripod in the living room and the girl had cleared a space in the
center of the floor for her dance. She was dressed in a short skirt, knee
socks, black patented leather shoes and a white dress shirt. Jasmine smiled
realizing the girl was going for the school girl look.

The first thing she noticed was that the girl wasn't smiling. She imagined
this wasn't the girl's first attempt at making the striptease video and the
frustration was showing on the girl's face. The music started and the girl
tried to move with the music, but it was clear she'd done little dancing in
the past and her body just always seemed to be either a beat early or a
beat late. Jasmine made a few mental notes to pass on later and continued
to watch the video. Even as bad as the girl's dancing was, there was
something arousing about watching her suffer through the attempt and
Jasmine pulled the vibrator from inside before letting it run over her
clit.

As the dance went on, the seemed to get stiffer with her movements instead
of more relaxed. Her body seemed to close up as she hunched her shoulders
instead of opening herself to her audience. When she started to unbutton
her shirt, she looked down and almost stopped moving entirely as she fought
with the buttons. Jasmine let out a soft giggle that she would have kept in
had the girl been before her, as the girl tried to slide the shirt off both
arms at once and instead just ended up managing to briefly lock her arms
behind her back before finally flailing free.

The girl was trying, and sadly that was what made it so funny to watch. She
kept getting in her own way and every time she felt herself moving wrong,
or struggling, she grew stiffer and more frustrated. Jasmine imagined the
girl had removed the skirt dozens of times before, but she couldn't imagine
the girl had ever struggled that mightily with the clasp before finally
undoing it and letting the skirt fall to her feet, causing her to
immediately trip as she tried to step out of it.

The girl was so cute in her frustrated innocence Jasmine couldn't help but
wanting to pull her close and hug her while telling her it was
alright. That wasn't possible though, so she giggled again and let the vibe
trail over her chest and nipples.

Removing a bra in a quick and sexy motion, took practice. Lots of practice,
and was accomplished much easier with a bra with a clasp in the front. The
girl lacked the practice or the right clasp. The struggle with the bra that
even after finally coming unclasped seemed to fight against both the girl
and gravity to stay on her shoulders almost insistently refusing to reveal
the breasts it concealed. Jasmine was happy she was alone as she watched
the struggle as she knew she wouldn't have been able to conceal her
laughter even if the girl had been standing right before her. Jasmine was
sure that on some cosmic level, the striptease could have gone down as the
worst ever.

Despite the struggles, Jasmine was still growing aroused at the sight of
the girl's body. She'd seen it fully nude just moments before in two other
videos, but watching it being slowly revealed, even if badly, was an
exciting treat. If the girl had been before her, she would have pulled her
close and sucked one of the small pale breasts into her mouth and teased
and sucked at it until the girl's frustrated low grumblings turned into
moans of pleasure. The girl was trying and she so wanted to please her
Mistress, and that was one thing Jasmine would never fault her for.

The girl's final scrap of clothing in the simple white panties, should have
been simple for the girl to slide down her thighs until they fell and then
step out of them, but for some reason she tried to get fancy.

Once again Jasmine watched as the girl tried to move her hips in a grinding
motion in time to the music as she lowered her panties. The timing was off
though and the girl seemed to be fighting against her body. She'd lower one
side a little down her hip as her body moved, but then as she rocked to the
other side she'd lean the other direction and automatically pull her arm
back up, pulling the panties back up with them right back into place. The
girl had done this four times before she even realized what she'd done and
the frustration burned through on her face and she just yanked them down in
frustration. Jasmine did give her credit for not tripping over them as she
stepped out of them.

The girl then did her best to dance out the rest of the song as seductively
as she could, which under the circumstances with her eyes bright red and on
the verge of tears wasn't that erotic. Jasmine was smiling as the song
ended and the girl tried to hit one final sexy pose with her cute little
ass towards the camera and looking back over her shoulder, but even on that
the girl managed to try just a bit too hard. As she twisted her head to
look over her shoulder, she twisted her body as well, and twisted just a
bit too hard causing her to lose her balance and ending up spinning out of
the view of the camera. Jasmine heard and enraged, "Dammit!" being shouted
and then the video ended.

Jasmine laughed until tears ran down her face. Jasmine knew that the video
would make her smile just by thinking about it for a long time to come, and
if the girl knew just how cute it had made it her look, it would have gone
a long way to easing the girl's embarrassment over all of it.

There were two videos left and Jasmine clicked on the next video. The
camera was set up at the end of a table and Jasmine watched as the girl
climbed on to the other end. She'd put a bottle of lube and the sharpie sat
next to the girl as she spread her legs wide for the camera and coated one
of her fingers with the lube. It was clear that she wasn't in the right
frame of mind for what was coming, and Jasmine wished she had let the girl
warm herself up a little before she worked the sharpie in. There was
nothing to do about it at the moment though, and there was something very
arousing about watching her force her finger into her tight asshole.

It was clear the girl was tense and her body fought against her finger
making it that much tighter and difficult. Jasmine wanted to take the
girl's ass and the view of the girl struggling just to get a finger in made
her want it more. She remembered what the girl had said in her note that
she didn't know if she'd be able to do it when the time came, and the
thought of being denied that tight hole made her wonder for a moment if she
really could control herself in the moment.

She shoved the vibrator back into her wet hole and felt it move against the
beads in her ass as the girl struggled to slip a second finger inside. What
the girl needed to do was relax and let her body adjust, but she continued
to fight against her body making the vision both more pitiable and arousing
at the same time. Jasmine moaned as she buried the vibrator deep inside
herself and turned it on to its highest setting.

The fingers slid out of the well-lubed asshole, and the girl picked up the
sharpie and coated it with more lube before pressing it against her tight
hole. Jasmine saw the girl visibly tense up as the sharpie pressed forward
and slowly fight its way inside. Between the lube and the girl's tension,
Jasmine watched as the girl fought to keep the pen in place until finally
wrapping her left arm under her leg and holding the pen in place with her
hand. The lewd display made Jasmine's hard beat faster and she began to
slide the vibrator in and out faster and harder feeling her body open to it
even as it slid against and continually shifted the beads inside her.

The girl took her time as she rebuilt her own arousal. The girl had said in
her letter how unsexy she had felt in that first moment, but it was
different to see the look on her face as she tried to focus on the show she
was putting on imagining it was her Mistress and not a camera sitting at
the other end of the table.

Slowly the girl's motions became more fluid and excited and Jasmine could
see that at least on a certain level, she was getting into the moment and
growing towards her own orgasm. It was clear how much the girl was aching
as she kept the touches on her sex light. At moments, she seemed to jump as
her fingers trailed over a particularly tender spot. Jasmine savored those
moments and tried to anticipate them giving her clit a tweak just as the
girl's body seemed to jump.

Jasmine increased the tempo of the thrusts of her vibe as she saw the girl
nearing her orgasm. She wanted to try and match hers to the girl's, and as
the girl's breathing turned to pants she let herself go and felt the orgasm
over take her body just as the voice on the screen let out a gasped moan of
pleasure and her body went stiff, Jasmine let her own orgasm overtake her.

Jasmine's body shook with pleasure as she moaned loudly and her muscles
seemed to all tense at once. Shivers of pleasure ran from her head to her
toes and she closed her eyes savoring the mental image of her slave before
her lewdly exhibiting her body for her Mistress. She wanted the girl so
badly. She wanted to make her ache, and beg, and cum. She wanted to use her
and push her to her limits and make her do things she never even imagined
doing before. She would find a way to have the girl and she would make the
most of every minute of it. And those thoughts made the orgasm even grow
more intense.

Jasmine returned her focus to the video just as the girl was moving to the
camera and ending it. She'd been lost for a moment in the drift of
post-orgasmic pleasure and she'd wondered if the girl had said anything,
but she wasn't concerned enough at the moment to go back and check. She was
curious about the final video that hadn't been mentioned in the letter and
she clicked on it.

The camera was once again set up on the floor of the kitchen and the bowls
were again in sight. The girl crawled onto the screen and looked at the
camera, "Good morning, Mistress. I thought you might like to see how I look
now that the spanking has had a chance to set in." The girl looked tired
and stiff like she hadn't slept long or well, and Jasmine imagined that had
been true. She was curious as to how the girl looked now that the spanking
and abuse would have had time to fully set in.

Jasmine gasped and then moaned as the girl crawled to her bowls and spread
her legs. The girl's sex was one large bruise and her lips were swollen and
very tender looking. She imagined that the girl's day had been an exercise
in a new type of pain as every shift of her clothing and legs would remind
her of the night before. She wanted to lean forward and kiss the abused sex
better and ease the aches, but knowing the torture the girl must have gone
through that day, made her pulse began to rush again.

The girl leaned down towards her bowl and then stopped and looked over her
shoulder smiling at the camera, "It hurts, Mistress. If I didn't have a
test today, and a couple of other reasons, I would consider staying home a
resting with an ice pack between my legs all day. But as much as it hurts,
Mistress, if I were with you, I would beg you to fuck me right now. I would
beg you to use my cunt, hard and rough."

The girl let one hand reach back between her legs and spread the puffy,
swollen lips and it was clear in the video just how wet the girl was. "I'm
wet, Mistress. I'm wetter than I was even after all those days of denying
myself pleasure. I woke up this morning for the first time as fully my
Mistress' slave, and as sore as I am, there is nothing that would have made
me happier than to have felt my Mistress fuck me for the first time." The
girl smiled and turned to her bowl and began to delicately eat her cereal
and lap up her juice.

Jasmine moaned at the girl's words and just the thought of the girl there
before her begging her to fuck that abused and sore virgin cunt pushed her
close to the edge. Jasmine kept herself close to the edge as the girl took
her time eating her food keeping her sex lewdly on display the entire
time. Jasmine felt herself tempted to take her strap-on to work the next
day and give the girl just what she wanted, but she knew better even as the
thought pushed her closer to the edge.

The girl finished her food and turned back towards the camera and smiled
again. "Mistress, I hope you are watching this as you pleasure yourself
since I can't. My body aches. My cunt hurts so bad, I don't know if I'm
going to be able to close my legs today. I think back on the dance I made
last night and it makes me want to cry with embarrassment. But I woke up
this morning as your slave, your slut, your toy to use and abuse, and that
makes it all worth it." The girl smiled and shifted onto her back her legs
spread giving the camera a close up view of her abused sex as she propped
herself up on her elbows.

"If you haven't cum while watching this video yet, I hope this helps," the
girl said with another smile as she picked up a large wooden spoon that had
just been out of sight. She brought the spoon down with a loud smack and
let out a whimpered moan. The sound nearly pushed Jasmine over the edge but
she kept it together for another moment as she grabbed the string of the
beads with her free hand and drove the vibrator in with long, deep, hard
thrusts. "Five," the girl said as she regained control, though she was
breathing heavy.

The spoon came down hard again bringing another whimpered moan to the
girl's lips and Jasmine moaned loudly in pleasure. "Four," the girl said as
she regained control after another moment.

The spoon came down again and Jasmine fought to hold on with her
orgasm. The girl was counting down and she wanted her to cum as she landed
the final swat. She felt the excitement tensing up her body and knew it
would make it both harder and more intense to pull out the beads when the
time came. "Three," the voice said again this time in a sob.

The next swat of the spoon was even harder and for a moment the girl's legs
slammed together as they instinctively tried to protect her sex from the
beating and Jasmine felt her own orgasm right on the verge of exploding out
of her body. "Two," the girl managed in a gasp.

The last smack was even harder, and Jasmine started pulling hard on the
string just as the arm began to arch down towards its goal. The girl's moan
of pain from the speakers blended with Jasmine's moan of pleasure before
all sound was washed out by the sound of her pulse and blood thundering in
her ears. Her body shook and convulsed as the orgasm overtook her.

Her body was electric and she was lost in a long perfect moment of blissful
pleasure. Shivers ran up and down her skin and the sounds she made were
purely animalistic and full of raw carnal expressions of
pleasure. Eventually the long floating moment of joy began to subside and
Jasmine could feel the ache of her body. Good orgasm always seemed to go
from floating bliss to the ache of muscles overly and suddenly tensed too
much and too often.

She shifted and pulled the vibrator out turning it off as her limbs seemed
too heavy and searched for the remote. She'd missed the end of the video
and she wanted to see her slave's parting words.

Jasmine found the end of the video and watched as the girl delivered the
last strike one last time. The girl had curled into a ball after the swat
had landed and she could see her shoulders heaving with sobs. It was almost
a moment before the girl uncurled and managed a whispered, "One," before
taking another long moment of rest.

There were tears on the girl's face as she looked back up at the camera. I
hope you enjoyed that, Mistress. My body will ache all day and every shift
and movement, will remind me that I now belong to you, and that my body is
yours to do with as you please." The girl's smile lit up her face, and
Jasmine felt her heart pounding with pride. "Have a good day, Mistress. I
look forward to your next set of instructions." The girl finished before
crawling off camera and turning it off.

The show had been amazing and made it grave the young girl even more. The
videos had been amazing, and she couldn't believe how far beyond what had
been expected the girl had gone.

It was another long moment before she could move again. She finally got to
her legs and felt her knees go weak. It took her a few steps to regain her
balance, but eventually she was walking steady again as she took the card
from the Blue-Ray player and moved to her laptop. She moved to where the
hidden hard drive was and fished its cord out from its spot plugging it and
the laptop into the computer. She quickly transferred the videos to the
hard drive and then blanked the card before putting everything away
again. She'd want to see the videos again, but for now, it was best to keep
them safe.

If was earlier than she would normally go to sleep, but Jasmine felt spent
after the last orgasm and she moved to clean up the room and get ready for
bed, the whole time imagines of her slave following her orders and then
going further on her own filled her mind. She still hadn't figured out how
she could fully get her hands on her slave, but she'd figure out a way and
when she finally got the chance, she'd make the most of it.

Twenty minutes later, Jasmine was curled up in her bed drifting slowly off
to sleep as she tried to figure out what she should have her slave do
next. There were so many possibilities and she smiled evilly to herself.



Jasmine got up early the next morning and quickly wrote her slave a
response to the videos she had made. She wanted the girl to know just how
much she'd enjoyed the videos and she had an idea she wanted to give the
girl for her next task. She had to do a moment of searching for the site
she wanted before finding exactly what she sought, and the thought of her
slave wearing it make her smile evilly.

She typed up the message and included the link and scanned it quickly
before getting up to get ready for work. She was hopping to stop by the
library parking lot long enough to connect and send the message on her way
to school.

Dear slave,

You have no idea how much I enjoyed the videos you made me the other day. I
watched the first video twice before moving on savoring every moment of it
as you tormented yourself. As much as I enjoyed it though, I must remind
you again, that it is not up to you to determine what punishments you
deserve and to leave those things in my hands. If you cause yourself too
much pain, you might not be able to fulfill any requirements I have for you
and it is clear in that video you pushed yourself too close to that
edge. Believe me, slave, your cunt will get plenty of torment in the
future. There is no need to rush it.

I did enjoy watching you eat from your bowls, especially the morning video
where it was clear just how much abuse you'd been put through the night
before. There is part of me that would have loved to have taken you as you
knelt like that so lewdly on display and so clearly sore and tender. Just
as much though I wish I had been there to ease your aches and make you feel
better, if only so I could do it all over again. I hope you do start to
feel better soon, because I have so many other plans for your body.

After watching the video of you playing with yourself, it was clear that I
should have let you ease more into anal play that night by playing with
yourself first. This is one of those things I do hope you grow to love, so
while my requirements have not changed, do make sure to relax and arouse
yourself as much as possible before working the sharpie in. It was amazing
to watch you cum, slut, and I hope in the near future I will be able to
take you there with my mouth and fingers and feel you do the same to me.

Your dancing does need work. It is clear you have little experience
dancing, so I have decided to give you some pointers on how to improve your
dancing. As it stands, I think you suffered more from the dance than
anything else you went through that evening. Please keep these pointers in
mind as you practice in the future.

1. Attitude is everything. From the moment the video started, it was clear,
you weren't in the moment. When you are dancing to arouse and intrigue, it
starts with attitude. Do not go into such things meekly. Make yourself the
center of attention. You are sexy and you are desirable. Make sure anyone
watching knows that. If you go in feeling miserable it will show and you've
lost your audience.

2. Find a beat you can move with. Practice with different songs and find
ones you can move with. Become one with the music, don't just choose a song
because someone else stripped to it.

3. Stay relaxed. Don't let a setback slow you down. Let your inner sexiness
shine through and carry you through any rough patch. If you stress yourself
out, you will only make things worse and harder on yourself.

4. Practice removing the clothing. While taking off your clothes is
something you do every day, doing it in a striptease is different. Work
with one piece of clothing at a time.  Divide the dance into parts. Figure
out one part and be able to get through it smoothly before moving on to the
next part. I would suggest modifying your clothes for easier release if you
can.

5. Watching your footing and know the space you're dancing in. Use it to
the fullest and try to make sure any removed clothing is clear of the space
as you go.

6. There is no need to get too fancy with your dancing. I know you're
trying to make the dance sexier, but it is you that makes it sexy, not the
moves you use. Remember it is attitude that drives the dance, so start
there and don't get fancy if it ruins your movement or brings down your
attitude.

I want you to practice at least two more weeks before making me another
video. Keep all that I've said in mind as you practice, and I'm sure the
video you make me then will be considerably better. Seeing your naked body
makes me want to devour you, make your striptease do nothing but make me
want to ravage you even more.

I have another assignment for you, slave. I know you have taken up jogging
to improve your endurance and speed, and I have something I want you to
wear when you go jogging. You are to make yourself a tack bra. Use felt
that fits into the cups of your bra to hold the tacks and use at least two
layers so they have some padding and don't press too hard into your tits. I
want them pushing into you not drawing blood, so be careful. To start with
do not put more than ten tacks in each cup and we'll see how that
works. You will wear this bra any time you go jogging or work out outside
of school until you reach the goals you have set for yourself unless you
are doing something that will require something to come into contact with
your chest.

I'm sure you're capable of finding pictures of such a device on the
internet and can figure out the best way to make it. I like the idea of
knowing that those little pinpricks will be there motivating you to do your
best and achieve your goals.

You have your new assignment, slave and my comments on your last one. I am
short on time so this message is a brief one, but know you are in my
thoughts and dreams and I cannot wait until the day I can truly get my
hands on your body.

Love,

	Your Mistress

The message was a bit brief and blunt, but Jasmine wanted to send it off
that morning, so her slave could see it and think about making and wearing
the bra for the entire day. Laura had had one in her toy bag, and Jasmine
had thought about putting it on her, but there'd only been so much time
that evening. Perhaps if they got together at Christmas, she could make her
wear it out to a movie. The thought made her shiver with pleasure.

She saved the message on the computer and finished getting ready. She would
have to remind Julie that day that if she wanted to make soccer team, she
was going to need to start jogging every day. She also needed to put
together a full workout regimen for her, so she had an actual chance of
making the team. She wanted to consult with Laura on the best exercises and
diet since that was what she did for the living, but that could wait for
the weekend.

Jasmine finished gathering her things and made her way out the door. She
had just enough time to make a quick stop at the library and save her
message before heading to school. She was going to have a hard time not
wanting to get an in person look at her slave's crotch, but she satisfied
herself knowing that by that evening, the ache in the girl's tits would
probably be more than the ache in her crotch.



The rest of the week been busy chaos. With so many of her thoughts on
Julie, she'd forgotten that Harrison and the rep from the hot tub company
were going to be over to plan for the install of the tub. Harrison had made
plans to temporarily remove part of the fence separating the front from the
back yard and had made his plans for the necessary deck modifications and
electrical work. He'd then dragged Jasmine back to the house for a family
dinner taking her reluctance as a sign she was slipping back into her
depression. She'd really just been looking forward to a chance to watch the
videos Julie had made again.

The deck modifications had been completed in a couple of days and included
a new retractable awning that would extend over the deck and hot
tub. Harrison had once again tried to lowball her on the costs saying it
was his slow season and he hadn't had to put off any other work to do the
work for her, but Jasmine had pressed back. She'd pointed out that it was
his slow time and he could always use the extra money and if he didn't take
it, she'd give explain what had happened and give the money to Sharon. The
thought of his wife's wrath had been enough to convince Harrison to listen
and accept payment. The hot tub was supposed to have been delivered earlier
that afternoon with Harrison there to supervise its installation and
filling.  She hoped the installation had gone smoothly and was anxious to
get home and reassure herself that it had. She assumed that Harrison would
have called her if there had been any problems, but with him, he might
avoid the call to keep from worrying her. She was already excited for that
first swim and soak and hoped it wouldn't be delayed by installation
problems. It probably wouldn't happen until the next day when the water had
had enough time to fully heat up, but she was looking forward to it
already.

There had only been a brief reply to the message she had left from the girl
thanking her for the dancing tips and compliments on the other videos,
which had arrived later in the day after she'd sent the message. She had
been surprised the girl hadn't left her a message after having first worn
the bra, but she knew she'd given the girl multiple tasks and she'd
mentioned that she had two major school projects coming due, so she
probably hadn't had much time to leave messages for her Mistress. Jasmine
was a little disappointed, but now that the girl had hand a chance to heal
from her last spanking, she could plan something new for her.

Jasmine had considered leaving the girl another assignment over the
weekend, nothing sadistic just some other way to remind the girl that she
was now an owned slave, but changed her mind after considering how much the
girl already had to deal with, and how hard it might be to find private
time with her mom in town. She had plans for the girl, but she didn't want
to rush things and overwhelm her.

She'd had time over the weekend to call Laura and plan out an exercise
schedule for Julie. It focused primarily on building her leg strength and
endurance, but there were also enough exercises aimed at improving her core
and arms as well. She was in the process of converting the schedule to a
workout app to go on her phone for Julie so that she'd be able to pull up
her workouts and record her times all in one place while she was working
out instead of trying to remember it all until she was home. Jasmine still
preferred paper, and had stubbornly refused to learn how to use the app
when William had installed it on her phone for her so she could do the same
things. She was regretting the decision now though as she struggled through
it on her own now and she was sure he was laughing at her from above. She'd
finally managed to get the workouts put in, but she was still struggling
with the meal portion of the app, and if she didn't have it figured out in
the next day or so, she would just give Julie a calendar and menu on paper
for her to use.

She was just getting ready to leave the classroom Monday afternoon when her
classroom's phone rang. It was rare that she got a call on the phone
especially after school hours and she answered with an almost confused
tone, "Hello."

"Yes, is this Mrs. LeBlanc?" The woman's voice on the other end of the
phone asked.

"Yes this is." Jasmine recognized the voice, but not well enough to place
it. It had to be a parent's voice, and she began to scroll through the list
of students she had recently sent home with failing notices.

"This is Carol Gardner, Julie's mom," the woman said and Jasmine felt her
heart stop and her stomach turn as she began to panic wondering if the
woman had discovered something.

"Yes, Mrs. Gardner. How are you doing today?" Jasmine said trying to sound
calm.

"Busy. Being in charge of one store was crazy enough this time of
year. Having 20 to watch over is absolutely insane." Jasmine could hear the
fatigue in the woman's voice, but not any concern or anger and she relaxed
a little. Though she still wondered why the woman was calling her at
school.

"I can imagine. Julie says she hardly ever gets to see you. She mentioned
you were out the door right after Thanksgiving dinner and were bouncing
between stores for the rest of the night and next day. I can't imagine it
doesn't get much calmer anywhere after that."

The woman let out a sigh. "I had a lady pull a knife on a store employee
today because we didn't have the video game she wanted for her son in
stock. Another store caught a couple trying to shoplift a 60" flat screen
TV. Two employees at separate stores were just caught buying high ticket
items with their employee discounts and selling them on Craigslist. And at
another store we've had three reports of people hiding out in the parking
lot and stealing carts of goods from people as they go to their cars. All
of that is just what I've had to deal with today."

"Tis the season," Jasmine replied sympathetically. "With all of that going
on, I'm amazed I made your call list today."

"I'm just glad I caught you, before you left school," the woman replied. "I
meant to call earlier, but I'm at the store where the couple tried to steal
the TV and I had to deal with that and got distracted. I do have a reason
for calling though. Julie has told me that you're helping her to put
together an exercise program so she can prepare for next year's soccer
season."

Jasmine was flooded with relief as she realized what the call was
about. "Yes I am. She told me how badly she wanted to make the team and I
offered to help. I've put together a diet and exercise schedule for her
that should help her get into shape by next fall. It won't be easy for her
since she's so short and everyone else trying out for the team is going to
have height and stride on her, but if I didn't think she could make it, I
wouldn't get her hopes up."

"She was talking about it all weekend. She even made me get her a
membership to the community rec center so she would have access to the
indoor track and weights. After she got back from her jog on Saturday
morning, drenched and surly, it was hard to deny her." Jasmine could hear
the smile in the woman's voice.

"Even I've moved my jogging to the treadmill at the gym. I like jogging
outdoors, but I don't want to catch pneumonia to do it. I've put together
the information for her and I'm just trying to get it transferred to an app
so she can access it anywhere. I don't think she's going to enjoy the
nutritional part of things, but it is going to take the right diet to keep
her body properly fueled."

"Julie would eat nothing but mac and cheese and frozen lasagnas if I let
her. Giving her a diet she has to stick to, will drive her nuts. She seems
determined to make the team though, so hopefully she'll stick with it."

"When I have everything put together, would you like me to send you a copy
of it as well? If you do most of the shopping, I would imagine you would
need to know what foods to buy for her."

"That would be great, thank you. Getting the shopping done for her and
making sure she hasn't destroyed the house during the week, are some of the
reasons I try to make it home every weekend. That plus if I don't have at
least a couple of days where I'm not sleeping in a hotel room, I would go
crazy. But that's not why I'm calling you today."

"Oh really?" Jasmine felt the stomach churning nerves return.

"I would like to invite you over to dinner this Friday as a way to thank
you for helping Julie with this. Helping Julie with this is far outside
what is required as a teacher, and I wanted to let you know how much I
appreciate that extra effort."

Jasmine's stomach unclenched and the tension in her shoulders she hadn't
even had time to notice released. "That's so kind of you, but there's no
need to?"

"Yes there is," The woman said cutting her off. "You've been Julie's
favorite teacher since she started high school and she was devastated for
you last year when? when the accident happened." Jasmine could hear her
stumble over the words and pause awkwardly. "I'm guessing you eat all too
many meals on your own, and a meal you didn't have to make yourself would
probably be a nice as well."

Jasmine thought about the offer for a second as she thought about how to
best reply. The offer seemed completely unconnected to anything else, and a
dinner would give her a chance to go over the workouts and diet with both
of them at once. She was used to the awkward pauses people added to their
conversations when her husband came up for the first time. It hurt, but she
was used to dealing with it and she didn't let her distract her for
long. "Dinner on Friday would be wonderful. I think sitting down with both
of you and going over the goals Julie will have to work for will make it
much easier for her. She's going to need a lot of support and reassurance
to keep at it, especially when she starts hitting those plateaus where it
seems like no progress is being made and it seems like all pain with little
to no gain."

"Well as much as I love the girl, she does have a bit of a problem with
follow through at times. Of course didn't most of us at that age?"

Jasmine thought to herself that she'd never really had a problem setting
and reaching her goals, but she was polite enough not to say it and she
worked with enough students to know that their goals often exceeded their
drive and abilities. "Persistence separates winners from runner-ups." She
had been going to say losers, but she didn't any mother would want to hear
her daughter referred to in any form as a loser. "If she keeps at it,
she'll get there."

"I certainly hope so. I'd hate to think of her putting in all this effort
to make the team, and not make it. It would devastate her."

"I know Coach Yeats. I even talked to her about what Julie's chances were
at the moment of making the team already. She told me what she'd have to do
to make it and the workout plan will get her there. Beyond that if she puts
in this much work, Coach isn't going to deny her a spot on the Varsity
team. She might not be a starter, but the coach approves of effort. I'd
also recommend looking into at least one soccer clinic or camp over the
summer. It would help her improve her skills and give her even more of a
chance."

She heard the woman sigh on the other end of the phone. "Yes, Julie
mentioned a couple of them this weekend as well. She seems excited about
the idea, but I don't know if I'm ready to invest in that yet. Maybe when
the summer gets closer, we'll see if she's still keeping at things and I'll
make a call then."

"If you need any help getting into one, I've worked at a few of the nearby
clinics in past years," this last summer had been the first time she hadn't
spent at least part of the summer working at various sports clinics down in
the city, "I know most of the people running them and I can put in a good
word for Julie. Even if they say they're full, I can get her a spot."

"That would be great, but as I said, let's first see if she's still pushing
this hard for it in May," Carol said with a touch of skepticism that her
daughter would still be pushing so hard in six months. If it weren't for
the extra motivation that Jasmine knew Julie had, she'd probably be siding
with the woman on that thought.

"Fair enough," Jasmine said with a smile. "If there's nothing else, I do
need to be going. I'm have a delivery coming this afternoon, and I need to
be home when it arrives."

"Of course. I need to be going as well. It seems like anytime I let my
guard down for a second some new crisis springs up. We'll see you on Friday
then."

"Friday it is, and I hope your week calms down at least a little."

"If only I could be so lucky," Carol finished with a sigh before hanging
up.

Jasmine smiled as she put the phone back on its cradle and gathered up the
last of her stuff. It would be nice to be able to sit down and talk the
schedule through with Julie and her mom so there was no confusion over what
was expected as far as the workout and diet went. She knew it wasn't going
to be easy on Julie and the extra home support would give her that extra
push other influences might not have. She was a little annoyed Julie hadn't
warned her about the call though, and she planned a quick stop to get a
smoothie on the way home. The hot tub had likely already been delivered and
Harrison didn't need her standing over him as he made sure it was installed
properly and filled.

Jasmine turned off the lights to the portable and made her way to her
car. Winter had truly settled in and the temperature had dropped
significantly in the last couple of days and even with her coat on, Jasmine
shivered as she walked to her car. With the heat cranked up, Jasmine
navigated her car out of the teacher's lot and made her way towards the
smoothie shop. Her thoughts were occupied with what new assignment she
should give the girl. She couldn't ask Julie about the visit in the email,
that would have to wait until the next day, but she felt that lack of
warning of the up-coming call deserved some sort of interesting assignment.

She pulled into the parking lot and pulled the spare laptop out of the
backseat where she had begun to keep it when she went to school in case the
idea for an interesting assignment hit her during the course of the day and
went inside. The shop wasn't crowded and Jasmine quickly picked up her
smoothie and moved to the back booth and logged into the computer and email
account.

She stared at the blank email as she slowly drank the smoothie. She needed
an interesting assignment for the girl, but nothing different was coming to
mind. She was too new to this to know what would work and what
wouldn't. She wanted the girl to squirm a little, but she couldn't make her
do anything that would out her or leave marks. Finally she had an idea and
started to type.

Dear slut,

I hope you have fully recovered from your last assignment because it is
time for something new. Tonight before you go to bed you will drink three
large glasses of water. You will do this on camera. Then you will take a
pair of scissors and show me as you walk them downstairs and put them on
the floor where you usually put your food bowls. After that you will go to
your room with the camera and plug it in so it will record all night. Then
on camera you will blindfold and gag yourself. Finally you will restrain
your wrists and ankles with zip ties. Your hand will be behind your back. I
recommend wearing something to cover your wrists to keep them from leaving
marks. You will sleep like this in full view of the camera. You will not
get out of your sleeping spot until your alarm goes off in the
morning. When that happens you will make your way to the scissors and then
bring them back to the room before using them to remove your
restraints. And of course you won't be allowed to use the toilet until
you've freed yourself.

I look forward to seeing you bound and struggling and I only wish you were
sleeping at the foot of my bed so I could use your tongue in the morning to
give me a pleasurable start to the day.

Love,

Your Mistress

Jasmine read through the email. It was brief, but she really didn't have
much time and she guessed she'd given the girl a difficult enough
assignment that she'd be scrambling to get ready in the morning. She saved
the draft and made her way back to her car and headed home with a smile on
her face.

When she got home the portion of fence that had to be taken down to allow
the hot tub through in the back yard had already been replaced and only
Harrison's truck remained parked at her house. She left the spare laptop in
the car under the passenger seat for the moment entered the house.

"Harrison, are you here?" She asked as she entered from the garage. The
house was cold and she moved to turn up the heat as she heading towards the
patio entrance where she expected she'd find the large man.

Sure enough, Harrison was sitting in one of the cheap plastic patio chairs
she left out all year with a cup of coffee in one hand as her hose slowly
filled the mammoth tub. She hadn't really realized how big the thing was
until she saw it next to her deck.

"Jasmine!" Harrison said in his deep thundering voice as he turned to face
the opening door. "The delivery people just left a short while ago. The tub
is installed and filling and I have instructions for the chemicals and
cleaning are all here." He got up and enveloped her in his arms as he
hugged her. "I had the fence back up in less time than it took them to get
that thing out of its box. Seriously, Jasmine, did you have to buy the
biggest one they had?"

Jasmine returned the hug and smiled. "It wasn't the biggest," She started
defensively. "I wanted one that would sit more than just two people and the
lap pool was a nice bonus. It'll be nice to have somewhere to swim when I'm
stressed and don't want to go to the gym. You did great, but why are you
sitting out here, when it is nearly freezing? It isn't like the tub is
going to be filled in the next ten minutes and you need to watch it. Come
on in and get warm.  Christ if Sharon thought for a moment I'd made you sit
outside in the cold just because I wasn't home, she'd have my hide."

Harrison laughed. "Oh, it's not that cold out here. I was enjoying the
brisk mountain air and a cup of coffee. It can be hard to get a moment of
quiet at my place, so I was enjoying the view and the quiet calm of
nature. Which reminds me, Sharon has decreed you're to join us for dinner
this evening. She doesn't want you turning back into a hermit, so she's
going to make you join us at least once a week for dinner."

Jasmine laughed. "I've been busy. I haven't been ignoring anyone or hiding
away. I've just been trying to keep up on grades and lesson planning. I
promise you I'm not becoming a hermit again. A meal I don't have to cook
myself is a pleasant thought though. Cooking for one isn't easy.  What are
we going to do about the tub though? I don't want it to overfill while
we're gone." She gave the slowly filling hot tub a look and had a brief
vision of the tub spilling over and flooding her yard like the sink in
Sorcerer's Apprentice.

"It'll be a couple of hours till dinner is ready. We'll stay here and let
it fill and I'll go over the maintenance and care instructions with you
until it is time to go. We can turn it off then and you can finish filling
it when you get home later. I know you probably wanted to get in a soak
tonight, but no matter what you did, the water wasn't going to be heated
that quickly. You'll get your soak after school tomorrow."

"Fair enough. But let's go inside. I don't know why on Earth you decided to
wait out here in the cold when there is a warm house only a few feet away,"
she said rubbing her hands together to warm them back up.

Harrison laughed. "As I said this isn't cold. You don't know what cold is
until you've gone through a Midwest winter and felt the wind blowing in
January. But as you're going to be a wimp about it, we'll talk inside and
let the tub fill."

"I've been to Indiana for Christmas and thank you very much, I'll pass on
that little frozen slice of Hell." Jasmine said leading the way back into
the blessedly warm house.

Harrison spent the next hour going over basic maintenance of the hot tub
and how to keep the chemicals balanced, as Jasmine took her usual obsessive
notes even after Harrison pointed out, everything he was saying was in the
owner's manual. Jasmine insisted it helped her to remember to take notes
and that it was always easier to reference a couple pages of notes rather
than hunting through a full book for one small piece of information. The
pair spent another hour talking sports and who they each thought had a
chance to win.

Shortly after that they left for Harrison's place and Jasmine enjoyed
spending an evening in a home full of the energy of a full family. It hurt
for a moment as it did remind her of all the things she'd planned to have
with William, but the pain was less than it had been and no longer made her
want to crawl into a corner of her house and hide away from the world.

 She'd asked the neighbor's son to stay at her place as the tub had
finished filling and stop it when it had finished, and when she got home
she saw that the tub had finished filling and the lid had been secured over
the top. She was looking forward to soaking in the tub and pushing herself
against the thrust of the jets in a long the next evening. The thought
could wait though and she got ready for bed as she imagined Julie doing the
same and smiled at the thought of her reward for a good swim the next
evening.

Jasmine drifted to sleep with a smile on her face while imagining the
girl's torment, and only wished she could be there to observe it in person.



The bell for sixth period was just about to ring as Julie dragged herself
into the classroom and dropped heavily into her seat. She looked dead on
her feet and there were dark circles under her eyes, and for a brief moment
Jasmine felt a little sorry for the girl. A second thought told her that
teenagers were resilient and a lost night's sleep wouldn't do the girl any
last harm.

"Rough night?" Jasmine asked innocently as Julie slowly dug her binder out
of her bag.

"Huh?" Julie said looking up and shaking her head in an attempt to clear
out some of the cobwebs. "Oh yeah. I couldn't get comfortable last night
and didn't sleep well. I just want to go home and take a nap."

"A nap won't help you, Julie. What you need to do is get the blood
flowing. If I were you, I'd go exercise when class is over. One bad night's
sleep isn't going to hurt you, and once you get the body moving and the
endorphins flowing, the fatigue will disappear," Jasmine said with an
upbeat and positive tone.

Julie yawned. "I know, Mrs. LeBlanc. I'm not going to let a bad night's
sleep keep me down. I've got too much to do, to nap anyways. I won't say a
run sounds better than a nice nap, but it does sound better than going home
and working on my essay for Mr. Sanderson. I'd say I was looking forward to
this weekend, but I have so much to do over it that it is going to be
busier than an average school day."

"Well that does happen at times. Just wait until college when the work
level really goes up," Jasmine said mischievously. "Speaking of this
weekend though. . ."

"That's right!" Julie said straightening up with a jolt. "I completely
forgot my mom did that. Honestly, Mrs. LeBlanc, I didn't know she was going
to call and invite you over this Friday, or I would have warned you. She
only told me when she called last night. I hope it isn't an imposition. I
couldn't believe she'd done that without at least asking me first." The
girl's voice held a twinge of terror to it as her cheeks first went pink
and then red in embarrassment.

Jasmine chuckled lightly. "It's alright, Julie. Matter of fact, it is
probably better to go over the diet and workout routine with both you and
your mother at once, so it is clear what your goals are and what you're
going to need to do to achieve them. You're going to need the support of
your family if you want to keep on target for your goals, and if your mom
does most the shopping, she's going to need to know what to buy for
meals. Plus it is always nice to have someone else do the cooking."

Julie's shoulders dipped in relief and she let out a breath as Jasmine
smiled happily at her. She was surprised that Julie hadn't been behind the
invite, but she doubted the girl, especially in her tired state, could have
faked her reaction. Jasmine wished that the visit could be just the two of
them and she could finally get her hands on the girl some place private
where she had the time to truly test the girl, but that would have to wait
until for the moment.

Jasmine got up from her desk and stretched before carefully placing the
memory card in its case on the corner of her desk and crossing the
classroom. "I've got to run a couple of errands in the building, Julie. Try
not to fall asleep as you get your work done." She could hear Julie yawning
again as she opened the door and wondered for a moment if the girl might
actually fall asleep given the chance, but she doubted in and she stepped
out into the chill afternoon air.

She took her time in the main building. There wasn't much she actually
needed to do while in there, but she was curious to see if Julie was so
tired she'd actually fall asleep if left alone. It wouldn't be the worst
thing in the world if she had, however she knew Julie would need more
discipline than that if she was going to achieve her goals. If she was
asleep, Jasmine would have to come up with an interesting assignment for
the girl that night.

Jasmine returned to the class shortly before the bell rang and Julie was
busy packing up her bag to leave for the day. Part of her was disappointed
to see the girl awake and packing, but she was happy to see that it would
take more than one lost night of sleep to slow her down. Maybe if the video
was good enough, she'd let her have the rest of the week off so she could
focus on everything else she had to do.

"Have a good afternoon, Mrs. LeBlanc," Julie said as the bell rang and she
made her way for the door. "I hope you're right about a jog helping,
because I felt like I was about to fall asleep for the whole second half of
class. It gets quiet in here when no one else is around."

"It will help, trust me," Jasmine assured her as she watched the girl
scurry past her, her skirt swishing just above her knees making the older
woman almost salivate at the thought of the pert ass and bare pussy barely
concealed underneath. She had to get her hands on the girl soon or she felt
like she was going to burst.

As Julie disappeared towards the busses, Jasmine turned back into her
classroom and began to get ready to head home for the day. Her lessons were
ready for the next day and she wanted to make her way to the gym and hit
the weights before going home and trying out her new toy. Thirty minutes
later, she was out the door and off to the gym.



Her body had that delicious ache of a good workout to it as she entered her
house and put down her things. She'd spent the entire session with an image
of Julie's naked and bound body filling her imagination and she'd used the
thoughts to push herself harder than normal. Her mind had been filled with
plans of how to get time alone with the girl, but nothing she'd been able
to think of would work. The frustration pushed her even more and by the
time she left the gym she was considering skipping the swimming and going
right to the soaking.

With a 'thunk' she dropped her workbag on the table and picked up her
smoothie taking a few long pulls on the straw nearly draining the last of
the drink and shivered as the cold air of an unheated house surrounded
her. She'd meant for weeks to finally reset the timer on the heater so it
would turn on automatically an hour before she usually arrived home, but
she could never remember how to do it and she had been too embarrassed to
ask Harrison when he'd been over. It was becoming a priority with how cold
things were getting.

Jasmine finished the smoothie and tossed the empty cup into the garbage and
made her way up to the bedroom to change into her swimsuit. She had stopped
just long enough after her workout to get the smoothie and copy and paste
her slave's latest message. She wanted to watch the video before she read
the message and it had been hard to resist at least a little peek at it
when she'd done the copying. She was still considering skipping the swim,
but she hadn't done any major cardio at the gym, and if she was going to
expect physical discipline out of Julie, she had to expect it out of
herself as well.

The in the house held a chill as Jasmine began to strip and her nipples
hardened as she unbuttoned her dress shirt and removed her bra. A sigh
escaped her lips as she massaged her breasts relieved to have them finally
free of the bra after a long day and a tough workout. As frustrating as it
was to try and conceive a plan to get her hands on Julie, the thoughts had
he excited and she knew it would be so easy to skip the hot tub and go down
and grab the memory card from her purse and watch the bound girl
struggle. The idea continued to tease at her as she sat down and slid her
slacks down her long legs. She could watch the video first and then try out
her new hot tub. Savor the hot water after savoring the torment of her
slave.

She shook her head and dismissed the idea as she slid off her panties and
tossed them into the hamper. They had been wet with her sweat and arousal
and she closed her eyes as the vision of them so beautifully gagging her
slave as she was bound to the cross ready to be spanked sent shivers
through her body. Again the thought of at least delaying her trip to the
hot tub crossed through her mind and she shook her head defiantly. If she
was going to be the Mistress, she needed to be in control of her desires as
much as her slave's.

Jasmine rose from the bed and stretched feeling her muscles protest as she
tried to warm back up. No she had to go swim now, or her body would be too
stiff and cooled down for it later. She padded to her dresser on bare feet
and slid open the drawer searching for her swimsuit, but stopped herself
just as her fingers touched the cool, slick fabric. It was her yard, the
water was hot, and she had a privacy fence for a reason. She didn't need a
suit and the thought of climbing in for her inaugural swim naked, seemed
like the only real choice.

With a long gliding steps, Jasmine crossed to the bathroom and grabbed her
thick terrycloth robe and wrapped it around herself and grabbed a towel
from the rack almost as an afterthought. Her stomach flipped at the thought
of the naked swim and the memories of what had happened with the stranger
in the hotel hot tub and she moved through the house gathering her notes on
the new hot tub, her iPod and goggles on her way to the back door.

The night's chill was bracing making Jasmine gasp as her lungs filled with
the cold air and her feet touched the cold, wet deck. She was going to need
to invest in a pair of flip flops to keep her feet from freezing in the few
feet it would take her to walk to the tub and back.

The cover for the tub wasn't heavy, but it was awkward to move. Jasmine
huffed and puffed as she wrestled the lid to the side releasing a cloud of
steam that warmed her in the cold night air. The sigh that escaped her lips
as she plunged her hand into the hot water, was almost orgasmic and she
seemed to freeze momentarily as her eyes closed and she took in the moment.

The chill spreading up from her feet finally overcame the warmth spreading
from her hand, and a less pleasant shiver shook her body. "Definitely need
flip flops," she said definitively as she pulled up the chair Harrison had
been sitting in the day before and began looking through her notes on how
the mammoth tub operated.

There was a dock for her iPod and while Jasmine had never felt the need for
music as she had swam in the past, she didn't see the point in not taking
advantage of the possibility now. A few presses of buttons later and music
sang out from speakers both in and out of the water. "Now to get the
current going," she muttered as she flipped to another page of notes. The
tub had been made to operate as simply as possible, and Jasmine soon had
the current flowing at a steady pace and set to turn off in forty-five
minutes.

A satisfied smile lit up her face as she stood up and stretched one last
time and shed her robe into the chair suddenly changing her smile to a
gasping cringe of shocked cold as the night air embraced her fully naked
flesh. With an undignified scurry, Jasmine slipped into the tub and felt
the current pressing against her as the water wrapped around her lower
half.

Jasmine lowered herself to her knees allowing more of her body to be
encased in the blessedly warm water. Her muscles quickly loosened as they
warmed in the warm wet heat, and she stretched out pushing forward into the
current, and with a final light push off from the bottom of the tub, she
was swimming into the current.

She adjusted her stroke to the speed of the current starting out slow
knowing it would pick up in a few minutes and let her body adjust to the
strange combination of floating in the hot water as the cold air ran over
her shoulders, back and ass when she raised up slightly out of the
water. She'd made use of hot tubs at the cabin near the ski lodge where
William, their friends and her had spent the last few New Year's, but there
had never been the private opportunity to try it naked and usually she'd
been immersed to her neck with the dual moments of hot and cold only coming
when getting in our out. The occasional rush of cold down her back and over
her ass took more getting used to, but she did her best to push the
sensations out of her mind and lose herself in her stroke as she worked her
body steadily against the current.

The current washed away her thoughts leaving her a quiet moment of Zen
where the stresses of life, sexual frustration, and of work seemed to be
washed away on the current. Her eyelids slowly dropped down as music filled
the night and the moment of nothingness completely overtook her. Steam from
the water caressed her face as her arms heavy from exertion floated
languidly before her. Part of her wanted to feel the jets pulse and massage
over her, but she didn't want to move and ruin the moment.

She knew she couldn't sit there forever, she still had to make dinner and
her slave's video was waiting to be viewed. They could wait though, as the
first true moment of quiet inner peace she'd had in nearly a year filled
her as she sat nearly weightless in the water's embrace. She felt herself
nearly drifting off as she sat there and fought against the sleep trying to
pull her in. She didn't want to accidentally drown her in her inaugural dip
into the hot tub. The thought of being found floating naked in the tub was
enough to shake the sleep out of her and after another long moment of
savoring heat working its way into her body, she reluctantly began to get
out.

She hissed and grabbed frantically for her robe as the cold night breeze
kissed her naked wet skin, and she felt a twinge of remorse for what her
slave must have felt as she had lewdly performed for her the previous
week. It took muscles and grunting to maneuver the top back into place and
the ground froze her feet with each step seemingly determined to dredge
every last bit of warmth and comfort out her body the swim and soak had
filled her with. Scampering back to the house, each step punctuated with
cursing her lack of footwear and deciding that slippers not flip flops were
what she needed, Jasmine made her way inside and into the kitchen. The
house was warm at least and her muscles relaxed again glad to be out of the
cold.

Her stomach rumbled as she considered her options for dinner. She'd waited
almost too long to eat with the wait between her workout and the swim and
soak. A hunk of cheese quieted her growling stomach as she put a frozen
lasagna in the microwave. If she hurried, she would have just enough time
for a quick shower to wash away the sweat and chlorine while her meal
cooked.

The hot shower washed away the last of the night's cold and Jasmine quickly
washed and rinsed her body. Part of her wanted to linger in the hot humid
air of the shower and let her hands tease over her body, maybe even bring
herself to a quick, small orgasm before getting out, but her stomach
overruled her crotch and growled hungrily. She sighed stepping out of the
shower and dried quickly before wrapping her hair up in a towel and putting
back on her robe.

Her steps were soft on the steps as her robe swished around her legs as she
made her way back into the kitchen filled with the tantalizing scent of
tomato sauce, garlic, herbs, cheese, and meat. The scent consumed her as
she opened the microwave and pulled the hot piece of heaven from the inside
and feeling the tips of her fingers burning as they grasped the edges of
the hot plate, and her mouth nearly began to water. She added a salad and
glass of milk to the meal before making her way to the couch and setting
the food down on the table. She had her meal and now she needed the show.

Jasmine left the tempting sight of the food and found her purse digging out
memory card buried inside. She slid the card into the card reader on the TV
before sitting down to her meal and clicking the TV to life. There was only
one video this time and Jasmine clicked on it before cutting into her first
bite of dinner and nearly moaning as the wonderful tastes filled her mouth.

The video started with her slave stepping back from where the camera sat on
its tripod focused on blanket laying on the floor of the bedroom covered
with everything she would need for the night. The quality was lower than it
had been in past videos, but the girl's smile was as beautiful and
infectious as ever. "Hello, Mistress," her slave began as she kneeled in
the middle of the blanket. As you can see I have gathered everything you
have asked of me. I'm sorry for the low quality of the video, but I had to
lower it so that there would be enough space for it to record the entire
night. I know you would be disappointed if you missed any of the show."

Jasmine continued to eat as the naked slave on the screen turned and picked
up the first of three glasses of water sitting on her nightstand. "As
you've requested, Mistress, I will now drink the water you've assigned me
to drink. I have a feeling this is going to make my night very difficult,
but I know that was what you were hoping for." There was a look of slight
embarrassment on the slave's face as she said the words and she squirmed a
little as she looked at the three glasses sitting next to her.

She downed the first glass without another word as Jasmine watched and
savored her meal. "That's one," her slave said as she put down the first
glass and picked up the second. Jasmine put another bite of lasagna in her
mouth and began chewing as the girl started to gulp down the second glass
of water, small rivulets pour out of the corner of her mouth as she tried
to drink down the water as fast as she could. The second glass clapped down
on to the table with a hollow clop, and the girl picked up the final glass
just as quickly. "That's two," she said before starting to chug the final
glass of water.

The third glass went down nearly as quickly as the second and clopped down
on to the table with the same hollow noise as the ones before. "That's
three, Mistress," her slave said sounding a little waterlogged before
standing up with the scissors in her hand. "I would crawl for you,
Mistress, as I did as you requested, but I dare not risk damaging my
father's camera while going up and down the stairs. I hope you forgive me,"
the girl explained as she stepped out of the well-lit bedroom and into a
darkened hall.

The camera had switched over immediately to a green night-vision screen and
Jasmine watched the grainy green and black image move unsteadily down the
hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen. She watched as the scissors
were set down carefully next to the bowls before the camera turned and
retraced its path illuminated in the eerie green glow until switching back
to its normal view in the bedroom. There was a moment as the camera was
reattached to the tripod and an icon came on showing the plug was now in
place before her slave once again moved back in front of the camera,
kneeling and smiling out at her.

"I hope I prepare myself as you've imagined, Mistress," the slave said as
she a pair of long gloves over her hands and knee high socks on her
feet. The girl looked strange clad only in the gloves and socks, and
Jasmine found her mouth watering for more than just her dinner as the girl
returned to her kneeling position legs spread wide and sex just visible.

Next the girl picked up what looked to be rope pull toy for a small
dog. "Do you like this, Mistress?" Her slave asked holding up the toy. "I
saw this dog toy when out at the store one day and thought it would make a
perfect gag." She put the toy into her mouth the center knot of the toy
sitting just behind her teeth before tying the strings she'd added to the
ends together behind her head. "Ce, Mstess. Aph pefec gag." The garbled
voice managed from behind the gag.

The slave's blindfold was a simple sleep mask which covered the upper half
of her face and seemed to make the gag stand out even more in her mouth,
was slid into place blinding the girl to the world. Jasmine could feel her
arousal growing as she watched the girl on the screen. Not yet bound, but
gagged and blindfolded, she looked delicious and ready for torment. She
could just imagine the girl bent over before her in that outfit waiting for
a spanking.

She watched as the slave crawled off camera for a moment and heard the
click as the light switch was hit and the camera went into the eerie green
glow of night vision. Jasmine wondered for a moment why the girl had turned
off the lights when leaving them on would have been just as easy since she
was blindfolded, then she remembered what her slave had said about
neighbors watching out for her and making sure she went to sleep on
time. She understood then, but still wished she could have feasted on the
clear nude form of the girl as she lay bound for the night.

The girl crawled back onto the screen and felt around until her hands
grasped the first of the zip ties waiting. Jasmine heard her breath coming
in a heavy panting as her hand had discarded her knife and began sliding up
the inside of her thigh and tingling gentle caress against her flesh. Two
zip ties were secured around the slave's lower legs, and Jasmine watched in
fascination as the girl first made the loop with the zip tie before putting
her hands in it behind her back. The loop wasn't tight yet, but the slave
had taken time to figure out a way to solve the problem.

Enough of the end had been fed through the latch to leave a small grasping
point, and Jasmine watched fascinated as the girl crawled back first to the
night stand and carefully worked the end into the grasp of a slightly open
door. Jasmine could hear her slave grasping and grunting as she maneuvered
into place and finally managed to close the door with an elbow pinning the
end in place before pulling her wrists in the other direction. The click of
the zip tie being pulled tight was clear in the quiet room and Jasmine
marveled at her slave's ingenuity as her own hand crept further up her
thigh and her breathing deepened.

Her slave released the pressure she'd held on the door with her elbow and
as she pulled away, the door opened slightly freeing the end of the
tie. The girl turned her back to the camera to show the tie was secure and
moved as best as she could blind and bound to her blanket on the ground.

Jasmine watched in fascination as her slave worked to lie down on her side
and try to find a comfortable position to sleep. Her options were limited
and in a moment she turned onto her stomach. She could tell the girl didn't
exactly look comfortable laying like that, but it had to be better than on
her shoulder or back. For a brief moment as she watched the girl try to get
comfortable on her chest and stomach, Jasmine wished she'd order her slave
to wear the tack bra as well, thought that might have been too much in the
end.

Jasmine settled in for the show of watching her slave try to get to sleep
in the uncomfortable bound position, her every struggle or move turned into
a grunt behind the gag. She focused back on her meal instead of her crotch
as the slave fought for sleep and finished her meal just as the girl seemed
to finally get comfortable enough to sleep in.

Jasmine let the video play at normal speed as she cleaned up her dishes and
went upstairs to grab some toys from her room. She had a feeling that her
slave's struggling would get very interesting part of the way through the
night and she wanted to be ready to enjoy it.

Only thirty minutes had passed as Jasmine had cleaned up and gathered her
toys, and her slave still appeared to be sleeping on the screen. She wanted
so much to have the girl bound before her. To use her, to spank her, to
push the girl to her limits before finally allowing her release. The
thought of the girl being bound at the foot of her bed for the night, made
her heart race, and she undid the knot holding her robe closed revealing
her naked body to the warm air of the house.

Her nipples were already hard as she caressed them making them ache with
pleasure as she picked up the remote and began to fast forward the
video. As the time counter ran forward on the screen Jasmine was reminded
briefly of the horror series Paranormal Activity and almost laughed as she
briefly thought of a book mystically flying across the room in the
background or a mysterious crashing off screen.

Around two in the morning, Jasmine watched as her slave began to struggle
in her sleep. She slowed the video to double speed and picked up her
vibrator turning it on to a low buzz. The slave's grunts and struggles
sounded weird in double speed, but it was clear the lying on stomach with a
full bladder was beginning to get uncomfortable.

She began to let the vibrator slide up and down her wet slit just briefly
brushing over her clit with each trip up and down as the slave fought for
comfort. First she turned to her side, but was unable to hold the position
and rolled onto her back. She seemed comfortable for a little bit in that
position, but Jasmine watched again as the position began to grow
uncomfortable as she was unable to keep her hands from digging into her
back.

The vibrator was focused more on her clit as the girl fought to sit up and
sat with her back against the bed seeming to find at least a moment's
relief from her discomfort. The change of position gave Jasmine a wonderful
view as well. Even in the grainy, green light she could see the drool from
the girl's mouth on her chin, the small mounds of her breasts, and the V
formed where her legs came together. She wanted to drip wax on the
beautiful girl and pull the gag from the slave's mouth before lowering her
pussy down onto the hungry so willing to please tongue.

The thought tore a moan from her and she turned up the speed on the
vibrator and moaned again in pleasure her other hand dropping the remote
and moving to massage and tease her large sensitive breasts.

Jasmine teased herself as she imagined all the things she could do to the
bound girl as she continued to watch the screen, the girl's small movements
turned into to strange jerks played in triple speed and her small moans
were converted into high pitch chirps. She was pretty sure that the girl
had fallen back to sleep for the moment as time clicked by, but Jasmine was
guessing by how tired she'd been that afternoon, the moment of sleep
wouldn't last long.

She built herself towards her first orgasm as she imagined binding the girl
up with a vibrator inside under her control. Tormenting the girl and
turning it high every time she was about to fall asleep and then off just
as she was about to cum. She imagined the girl's garbled moans for relief
or rest through the gag but giving her neither until she was sobbing from
both exhaustion and desire.

Jasmine moved the vibrator from her clit and began to work it in and out of
herself as wrapped herself deeper in the fantasy her other hand trailing
down her aroused breasts, over her flat and quivering stomach to her wet,
sensitive clit. The jolt of pleasure from her fingers on her clit and the
deep probing vibrations of the vibrator was almost overwhelming and Jasmine
saw sparks from the corner of her eyes as she savored the image of the
helpless slave bound and desperate. She had seen an image of a gag that had
a long cock coming out from it and she imagined her slave wearing that gag
as she tormented the girl to the edge. The visual in her head was
overpowering and she could almost feel the heat of her slave's body between
her legs as she kneeled over the girl and slowly lowered herself on to the
cock-gag and began to work herself up and down.

Her breathing was coming in short panted breaths as her stomach rolled with
pleasure and her hands continued to tease at her clit and work the vibrator
in and out driving her closer to the edge as the image of the desperate
girl filled her imagination. She would assure the girl that as soon as she
was satisfied, the girl would get her satisfaction as well. Jasmine worked
the vibrator in and out faster and faster as she imagined working up and
down on the cock-gag faster and faster and as she turned up the slave's own
vibrator to high and warning her of the terrible punishment she would
receive if she didn't control herself.

Jasmine came with a flash of light and a rush of shuddering euphoric
pleasure rushing from her center and out through the rest of her body, just
as she imagined cumming on the cock-gag and flooding her slave's face with
her juices. She shook and moaned for a long moment as the pleasure raced
through her before fading leaving her with that warm, but not satisfied
feeling the first orgasm of a night always filled her with. In her mind's
eye she imagined turning off the vibrator in the slave as she sat over her,
cock still deeply buried inside her, as the girl sobbed with frustration
beneath her, and then reminding her slave that it would take so much more
than just one good orgasm to satisfy her and that they still had a long way
to go before the slave earned her reward.

The sobs she heard were in more than her imagination though, and she opened
her eyes that she hadn't even fully realized she'd let close, to see her
slave squirming on the screen, her sobs high pitched cries. Jasmine slowed
the video to normal speed and saw that the clock showed it was only three
in the morning. Her slave was squirming now and by her desperate shifts, it
wasn't her bindings that were making her uncomfortable.

Jasmine knew the girl had at least two and a half hours until her alarm
went off, if she even got up that early, and she wondered if the girl could
make it. The girl had no clue what time it was and that had to make her
torment that much worse. Jasmine hadn't found herself particularly aroused
by some of the stranger things she'd read about and seen videos of online
including peeing videos, but this wasn't about the peeing. This was about
tormenting and controlling the girl. Would she follow her instructions even
if it led to her being embarrassed? What would she do afterwards? Would it
arouse her slave or upset her? Jasmine wanted to know and she was enjoying
every moment of watching her slave suffer a little until then.

As she watched the slave shift uncomfortably on screen as she moaned and
grunted through the gag, she imagined once again the girl beneath her the
cock-gag still filling her completely taking the time to describe to her
slave what her pussy looked like wrapped around the rubber phallus and how
good it would feel to have the slave's tongue caressing her clit as well,
knowing how much it would torment the girl to not be able to fulfill her
mistress's desire.

The mental image of her slave's suffering was nearly as good as the image
on the screen and she pulled the vibrator from her wet pussy, imaging
raising herself from the cock-gag explaining to her poor slave that no
amount of riding the gag would be enough to satisfy her, and the imagined
whimpers of her slave were perfectly echoed by those coming from the
screen.

The beads felt cool in her hand as she picked it up from next to her on the
couch and she imagined turning the girl over onto her stomach in her mind,
forcing her onto her knees, jutting her ass high into the air. In her mind,
she was explaining to the girl how she would teach her to love anal play as
she strapped on a large cock with a harness that filled her holes as well
and would vibrate inside her the whole time. The moans from the TV were
like music as she imagined carefully lubing up the girl's ass, while in
real life she slid the beads first into her so very wet pussy to lube them
up. They were her largest set, and at an inch and a half in diameter each,
the six balls could make any orgasm so much more intense.

She worked the balls into her ass one at a time as she visualized slowly by
insistently working the strap-on into her slave's ass. The girl's imagined
gagged protests filled her ears and she let out a loud, long, real moan as
the last of the beads slid inside her and the last of the imagined strap-on
filled her slave. As she turned her vibrator on and let it once again tease
over her tingling and aroused clit, she turned the vibrators on driving her
slave mad in her mind as she fought to control herself.

The vibrator slid easily back into her hot, hungry hole and Jasmine moan as
she pictured starting to fuck her slave with a slow and steady pace. On the
screen her slave was clearly shifting uncomfortably and Jasmine wondered
how much longer the girl would last before she had to go to the
bathroom. The girl had to know she was meant to fail and there was no way
she could have lasted the night how she was, and Jasmine found herself
growing more and more curious about how the girl would finally react when
she failed to hold it in any longer. The camera was on her and there would
be no way to hide what she did, or get out of it without her knowing. She
knew her slave didn't want to fail her, but this wasn't about failing, it
was about dealing with what happened once it did.

The struggling and the fighting it made it all the better though and
Jasmine began working the vibrator in and out of herself faster while a
chorus of moans, sobs and grunts filled her world. In her mind, her slave
fought against the distaste of the toy in her ass and the vibrator filling
her cunt. Her slave fought to control herself even as the sounds of her
Mistresses' own moans aroused her even more.

"That's right, take it you little cunt!" Jasmine moaned as she drove the
vibe inside her in and out faster, imagining spanking the girl's pale white
ass until it was a deep burning red.

Before her on the screen, the slave was squirming and whimpering as she
tried to control herself. Jasmine felt herself on a completely different
edge and she let a finger slip through the loop on the end of the beads
anticipating the moment. Mentally she was driving the strap-on in hard and
fast as the vibrator buzzed away on high inside her slave. She could see
the girl's hands clenched into fists as she dug her palms into her hands in
an attempt to control herself.

Her mental slave was as close to the edge as the one on the screen, and
Jasmine slowed the thrust of the vibrator a little as she tried to time her
orgasm to the moment her slave was no longer able to control
herself. Jasmine held herself on the edge as her stomach churned and
twisted inside. Her skin was slick with sweat and felt like she was an
electric transformer overcharged and ready to explode.

The cries and sobs from the screen were for both slaves, and Jasmine's
heart pounded faster driven on by the helpless out of control sobs. The
string was tight as her hand pulled at it, and she could feel the first of
the beads trying to push its way out from inside her. She was sure it would
only be another moment until her slave's control gave away and she held on
as her own orgasm built inside her. The slave in her mind was in hysterics
as she tried to hold back the orgasm that upon her. She knew her mistress
would punish her for not controlling herself, but she was out of control
and the pleasure was too much to deny any longer. She was going to cum as
her mistress fucked her ass and took her body completely.

The muffled cries on the TV changed then, and Jasmine heard the girl scream
a muffled, "NO!" before just weeping in shame as her bladder let loose. At
the same time in Jasmine's mind, her slave exploded in orgasm sending
Jasmine, both in her mind and in reality, over the edge into orgasm.

Jasmine felt her body buck and shake as she began to cum and the
electricity inside of her fought to escape as it sizzle and zapped its way
up and down her body. She yanked hard on the string just as the orgasm hit
its peak and her eyes rolled back as she exploded with a long deep moan of
absolute pleasure. One orgasm crashed into another as she continued to
drive the vibe in and out of her sweet, wet pussy and all the muscles in
her legs randomly clenched and unclenched as the moment crashed over her.

In her mind, the slave had slid to the ground before her, as her legs gave
out with exhausted pleasure as she let out tiny whimpers of exhausted
pleasure and fear as she wondered what her mistress would do to her for
cumming without permission. Jasmine hadn't looked at the screen since she'd
heard the girl's resistance finally collapse, but she could hear her
slave's tiny shameful sobs coming from in front of her.

Her body was filled with the perfect after-orgasm tingling that let her
know she was going to sleep well that night. She pulled the vibrator slowly
from her well-fucked hole and jumped slightly as it brushed over her clit
still buzzing before she managed to raise her other arm and turn the toy
off placing it next to her on the couch as she enjoyed one last moment of
tingling joy. In her mind's eye she could see her slave's head tilted back
to look at her even through the blindfold. She didn't need to see the eyes
to see the sorrow, terror, and, post-orgasmic bliss contained in
them. Jasmine hoped one day she could make the scene real and when that
happened, she'd figure out the perfect punishment for her slave then.

Her eyes opened and focused on the TV where her slave was still being shown
in the green glow of night-vision. Her head was slumped against her chest
and she was sobbing into her gag. She wasn't moving and Jasmine was
wondering if she'd moved at all since she'd lost control over her bladder.

She picked up the remote, her arm still feeling heavy and relaxed from the
release and rewound the video to where the girl had screamed. With her mind
focused on the screen and not her crotch or imagination this time, she was
able to enjoy her slave's final few tormented minutes. Jasmine watched in
fascination, her eyes wide and glued to the screen as the girl fought for
control. She was squirming in place as she battled to find any position
that would allow her another moment's relief. Her legs went from straight
in front of her to bent against her chest and then back out again as she
sobbed and suffered behind her gag.

Even in the low quality and green light of the video she could see the
moment it began to happen. Her slave's legs were pulled up to her chest and
her young slit was hidden behind her bound lower legs. Between sobs a
short, but tremendously loud sounding squirt could be heard, and Jasmine
watched as her slave's legs kicked out as the hot piss hit her
calves. There was a groan of disgust and worry and the legs continued there
dance of moving out and back up.

The girl had just brought her legs up again fighting desperately for
control when her legs gave another kick as if splashed from behind. The
sound was blocked out by sobs, but it was clear what had happened, and
before the legs had even moved back into place, the slave let out her
distressed garbled scream into the gag and the clear sound of her bladder
letting loose was heard.

The girl's legs blocked most of her view, and all she could see was the
occasional splash and drop reflecting green light as it ricocheted off the
backs of her calves and into view. The moment seemed to continue on far
longer than Jasmine would have imagined possible as the girl sat there
sobbing in quiet embarrassment. On the bottom of the screen on the blanket,
Jasmine could see as the puddle behind her legs spread and small dark
streams followed the contours of the blanket to where her legs had
been. She imagined it must have been worse around the girl's ass as the
liquid cooled and pooled around her reminding her of her failure.

She heard the squish of the girl's legs against the blanket as she
stretched them back out in front of her letting them sit in the puddle as
her head continued to rest against her chest in defeat. Jasmine let the
scene play out for a few more minutes at regular speed before speeding up
the film again. The girl didn't move again and only the occasional sob came
out from behind her gag as the minutes sped by.

When the alarm went off, Jasmine jumped in surprise at the high pitched and
extremely loud squeal from the scream. She returned the video to regular
speed and watched as her slave maneuvered to the clock reading a quarter to
six and hit the button. She was fascinated by her slave's waddling crawl on
her knees as she made her way across the room and towards the door, slowly
disappearing off the green screen. A moment later and the lights in the
room came on in a flash of brilliant white light and Jasmine was able to
look on the scene left behind. There was still clearly a dark wet spot on
the blanket shaped almost exactly to her slave's ass and legs.

Just over five minutes had passed and the screen and continued to remain
blank. If Jasmine hadn't have seen the girl later that day she would have
begun to get worried that she'd fallen and hurt herself while trying to get
either up or down the stairs. Another minute passed and Jasmine considered
how the girl had gotten up and down the stairs when she heard the soft
thump of the girl as she wobbled back into the room and onto the
screen. Her back was too the screen and the scissors were in her hands
carefully being held by the blades until she slowly moved them with
exacting slowness to get the tie between the blades and pushed forward with
both hands until the quite snip of the tie releasing could be heard. From
there it was a quick turnaround as she brought the blades before her and
snipped through the two ties on her legs.

Next she removed the blindfold revealing, her red, puffy eyes and
tear-stained cheeks. Her whole face seemed to be red and the embarrassed
flush spread down her neck and across her chest. Jasmine had never seen the
girl look so sad, and had to remind herself that the girl not only that
Jasmine could do no wrong, but that to be her slave, she had to be perfect
herself. She shook her head as she wondered how she could break the girl of
that over eager need to be perfect.

The girl finally removed the gag as she continued to stare directly into
the camera. "I'm sorry I failed you, Mistress and couldn't control my
body. But I'm not sure if I did fail you, and it turned you on to know I
was sitting in a puddle of my own piss." The girl paused and bit her lip
lightly as she tried to figure out what to say next. "I live to serve you,
Mistress, and I will always do the best I can to serve you anyway I
can. Just let me know what I'm supposed to do and I will do it." She wiped
away a tear before continuing, "I must get ready for school now, Mistress,
but I do hope you enjoyed the show, and I am sorry the quality wasn't
better, I didn't want to risk having it stop on me in the middle of the
night." With that she reached forward and his the off button ending the
recording.

Jasmine thought about the video as she retrieved her laptop with the
message on it and returned to the couch. She certainly wasn't disappointed
in the girl for failing, but she wasn't sure how to tell the girl that. She
needed to see what she had said in her email and hope that clarified things
more.

Dear Mistress,

I am so confused about the assignment you gave me. I followed all the
instructions you gave me, yet I feel like I failed you. You weren't clear
about what you expected from me out of the assignment, so how do I know if
I did as you wanted and pleased you? I'm sorry I couldn't hold my bladder
any longer. Three glasses of water was so much to drink and I was wondering
the entire time as I thought about what you had written if you knew I
wouldn't be able to last the night.

I loved having the camera on me as I prepared for bed and binding myself
up. The thought of you restraining me was as it always is very arousing and
it was hard to keep from touching myself before finally restraining my
hands. I haven't orgasmed since you last gave me permission, Mistress, but
I still follow your instructions everyday and tease myself to make it
easier to work the pen into my ass. It does help, but it leaves me so horny
and wanting to cum for you, Mistress and I hope you give me permission to
do so again.

Falling asleep was difficult though. I couldn't get comfortable, and what I
thought would be a comfortable position quickly turned out to be a very bad
idea as it pressed hard on my bladder and made me need to pee very early.

Eventually it woke me up and I had to fight to find a position that I could
rest in and not press against my bladder. By then it didn't matter and it
made it hard to concentrate on even trying to get back to sleep. The
evening had started out so nice and I'd been so wet imagining your eyes on
me, but as time passed it got worse and worse and I just tried to keep from
wetting myself.

I didn't know how much time was left and I tried to hold on to the end, but
eventually I couldn't hold back any longer and it all came spilling
out. I'm sorry I failed you, Mistress. But did I fail you? Did you want me
to sleep in my own filth? Did you want to see if I would like it? Do you
like it? Are you going to pee on me when I finally get the chance to be
with you?

I don't know how I feel about that, Mistress. I've seen videos of that and
worse, but I've never thought of it happening to me. Please, Mistress tell
me if I have failed you or not and what I am to expect of you so I can
prepare for the future.

Please, Mistress, end my confusion. I live to serve you, and last night I'm
not sure if I did or not.

Love,

	Your slave

Jasmine sat back as she thought about the message. She hadn't meant to
confuse the girl so badly, just test her a little. She needed to reassure
the girl, and build up her confidence a little at the same time. She
thought for another moment before writing her own message.

Dear slave,

All I ask of you is that you follow my instructions and be honest with
me. If you do not like something, then tell me so I know. If you enjoyed
something, then tell me so I know. I have told you before, but let me
reassure you again, I would never make you do something that you couldn't
handle.

Last night was a special task. Much like the dancing, I knew you would
fail. Unless you have an exceptionally large bladder and excellent bladder
control, I knew you were going to spend most of the night struggling to
control your body. It was delightful to watch you struggle and I imagined
how wonderful it would be to fuck you with you bound how you were. The
images I created of you in my head were amazing every sight of your body
fills me with desire to use you in so many different ways.

In the end I knew it would be too much and you'd lose control. I did it not
because it turned me on to see you wet yourself, but because I wanted to
see how you would react to failure. Understand, I loved watching you
struggle and fight against what was going to happen. It turned me on more
than you could imagine. The thought of you under my control while you
struggled excites me. But no matter how good of a slave you are, there will
be days and times when you will not achieve. As your Mistress, I need to
know how you will react then. I need to know how you will react when you do
not know exactly what is expected of you.

I'm proud you followed your instructions. That is what is expected of
you. What my goals are will not always be known to you and you must accept
that and follow your instructions to the best of your abilities. Last night
you followed your instructions just as expected and I'm proud of you for
that.  Focus on always doing the best you can, my slave, and accept that
sometimes no matter how hard you might not get exactly what you were
seeking.

In your mind, you might have failed for not being able to control your
bladder, but that wasn't the assignment, the assignment was to not leave
your spot until your alarm went off and that's where you accomplished your
goal.

I always expect you to try your hardest, and now I know you will stick with
those instructions as best as you can. I value you, my slave, and I look
forward to the day when I have my hands on you in more than my mind. Until
then, take care and await my next set of instructions.

Love,

           Your Mistress

Jasmine read through the letter and groaned as she realized what she really
should do next. It was still early enough that her slave would be up, and
she didn't want to leave the girl stressing that she had done something
wrong to disappoint her Mistress. Last time that had happened, she'd
punished herself more than she should have, and Jasmine didn't want that to
happen again. Reluctantly she got up from the couch and gathered her toys
and made her way back to the bedroom.

She pulled on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt before going back
downstairs, and grabbing her laptop, keys, and a library book she had been
on planning on returning the next morning and made headed for her car.

The library parking lot was dark when Jasmine pulled in and she parked in
the spot meant for book returns and quickly logged the computer into the
network and the email account. She posted the message quickly and shut then
got off the car dropping off the book quickly before she froze in the
evening air. She would make the girl pay for having to make this extra trip
out, but not severely. Right now she just wanted to get home, clean up and
get to sleep.



It was Friday evening and Jasmine's shoes sunk into the snow with each step
as she walked to her car. Winter had finally hit and hit with a
vengeance. There had been a few small snow storms in the previous couple of
weeks, but nothing serious and long lasting. The night before things had
changed. It had started snowing around seven Thursday evening and had yet
to stop. Over a foot had fallen in town, and while the town's plow had done
a decent job of keeping the roads clear, a couple of inches had fallen
since it had last passed by her place.

Jasmine's stomach lurched as she got into the car for Julie's. Her mother
was going to be there and she worried that she would give off some subtle
signal that she was interested in Julie. Getting involved with the girl to
begin with hadn't been smart, but going over to the girl's house with her
mother there was just plain dumb. She'd already agreed though and as long
as she kept the conversation focused on Julie's exercise and diet program,
then she should be fine. She'd only realized that afternoon as school had
let out that they'd never been around each other when someone else was
present. While they were in the classroom they'd always pretended like
there was nothing there, what if there was something they'd missed that
would be obvious to any observer? It was enough to make Jasmine sick to her
stomach, but it was too late to back out now.

She'd dressed basic, but nicely in a knee-length black skirt and plain
white dress shirt and just a touch of makeup. She had never been to a
student's home for dinner before, so she had chosen to dress how she had in
the past for back to school nights and various student banquets. She kept
it conservative though so she wouldn't be tempted to give Julie a flash if
the chance arose. She had to resist the urge and remember for that night
Julie was a student seeking help making a team, and not a horny submissive
slut that would follow her every command. She just had to hope Julie
remembered that too.

Ten minutes later, Jasmine pulled into the snow-covered driveway of Julie's
house and her stomach lurched again. This had not been a good idea and she
was regretting the decision more and more by the moment. No one had seen
her and Julie interact since their relationship had begun. There were bound
to be tells that she'd missed and a mother would be extra sensitive to her
daughter's subtle indicators.  "You're already here, Jazz," she said to
herself as she took a deep breath in an attempt to slow her breathing. "Go
in, keep calm, keep it professional, and keep it short. Leave as soon as
dinner is over and keep space between yourself and Julie. Say you feel like
you have a cold coming on if you have to get out of there." She tried to
sound calm and assured to herself, but she wasn't sure if it was working.

She heaved a sigh as she unclenched her fingers from the wheel, picked up
the folder with the printed files for the diet and work out program, and
opened her car door raising goose bumps on her neck as the cold mountain
air rushed into her car. Her whole body shivered as she crunched her way up
the unshoveled walk, and she wasn't certain if it was due more to nerves or
cold. The knock on the door rang with an ominous hollowness as she realized
she had finally crossed the point of no return.

The door opened a moment later and Julie smiled broadly out at her from the
warm well-lit interior of the house. She was wearing a simple light blue
sun dress that swished at her calves. "Good evening, Mrs. LeBlanc. I'm so
glad you could make it tonight," Julie said as she stepped aside allowing
Jasmine to enter the house.

"Hi, Julie. It's good to see you too," Jasmine said stepping into the
house. I'm just glad the storm hasn't gotten any worse. As is, it must have
made it difficult for your mom to get home today.

Jasmine heard the door closing behind her as she stopped and began to take
off her coat. She could smell the rich scent of garlic, basil, tomatoes,
cheese and the other rich smells of good Italian cooking and let the scent
fill her. Whatever Julie and her mom had made for dinner, it smelled
wonderful.

Jasmine took off her coat and turned around wondering why Julie hadn't
moved in front of her or said anything since closing the door. She froze as
she finished the turn and saw Julie kneeling naked, eyes cast down, legs
spread, and the sun dress pooled beneath her. "Good evening, Mistress. How
may I serve you?"

Her mouth went dry as her pulse raced and panic rushed through her
body. She fought to not make a break for the door trampling the girl down
on her way out back to her car. Was she crazy! Her mother was in the other
room and could come around the corner at any moment. Or was she? Jasmine
hadn't been paying too much attention when she had first arrived, but there
hadn't been any other car tracks in the snow on the driveway. Was her mom
not home yet, or was she not even on her way?

"Wh-where is your mother?" Jasmine managed to ask after another moment.

"My mother called me earlier today. Her flight was cancelled into the city,
so she's spending the night with my grandparents on the other side of the
mountains. She won't be here until tomorrow morning. Tonight I'm yours,
Mistress," the girl explained calmly as she kept her gaze downcast and her
hands locked behind her back.

"Get her on the phone now!" Jasmine ordered. She needed to hear this from
Julie's mom. She needed to know no one was going to show up. And she needed
to know that Julie's mom still knew she was going to be there. Last thing
she wanted was one of Julie's nosy neighbors to stop by and see the naked
girl.

The girl got up quickly and began to scramble across the room. "Put your
dress back on first!" Jasmine snapped making the girl turn around and
scurry back to the dress pulling it on even as she made her way back across
the room.

Jasmine stood stiffly as a cacophony of emotions and ideas raced through
her mind. What was she going to do if this wasn't real? What was she going
to do if it was? Out of all the things she had imagined happening that
night, finally getting the chance to get her hands on her slave in more
than just her mind, had never even occurred to her. Too bad she didn't have
her toys with her, it would have made the evening even more interesting.

"Hi, Mom," Julie said as she walked back over to where Jasmine was waiting
still frozen near the door, coat still in hand. "Yeah, Mrs. LeBlanc just
got here. I told her you weren't going to be able to make it, but she
wanted to talk to you as well I guess." There was a pause as Julie listened
on the phone. "Okay, here she is," Julie said handing the phone over to
Jasmine.

"Hello, Mrs. LeBlanc," Jasmine heard the friendly woman's voice say over
the phone as it was pressed into her still stunned hand.

"Hi, Mrs. Gardner. How are you this evening?" Jasmine tried and hoped her
voice sounded light as she talked into the phone.

"Oh please call me Carol. I am wishing I was home, but happy I have a place
besides a hotel to stay tonight. This storm has closed the airport over
there, and I don't particularly feel like trying to make the drive in this
weather either, especially since I'd have to buy a new set of chains and do
it in a rental car."

"I can understand that," Jasmine said sympathetically. "I'm sorry the
weather has delayed you. And please call me Jasmine."

"Well it could be worse. At least I made it this far before the weather
started closing things down, and it should be passed by tomorrow."

"If I had known you weren't going to be here, I would have rescheduled. If
you want, I can still come back tomorrow evening instead."

"My flight was cancelled shortly after you must have left school for the
night. I had tried calling, but you were already gone. When I told Julie I
wasn't going to make it, she said she'd already started making dinner and
it wouldn't be a problem for her to be your hostess for the night. She also
said we shouldn't take up two of your evenings and as long as you explained
everything to her, she could explain it to me," The woman explained over
the phone. "If you want to wait until tomorrow when I can be there as well,
that's fine as well. Just let Julie know and we'll see you tomorrow night."

Jasmine shook her head as she looked over at the beaming girl. She was
bouncing on the balls of her feet as she looked up at her with lustful hope
in her eyes. "No, I couldn't impose on your hospitality a second time,
especially after Julie has gone through so much trouble to get things ready
for tonight. I'll explain everything to her and leave her with my number if
you have any questions you can call me directly instead of trying to get
ahold of me through the school."

"Well that settles things then. Don't let Julie take up your entire
evening. I'm sure you get your fill of students during the day and don't
need to spend your night talking with one as well. I'll look over the plan
you've made for her when I get home tomorrow, and if I have any questions
I'll give you a call."

"I promise I won't let Julie waste my evening," Jasmine said as a devious
spark flashed in her eyes. "And please call tomorrow if you have any
questions."

"Thanks again for your help with this, Jasmine. I know Julie appreciates
the help, and knowing you support her in her goals will help keep her
focused. Enjoy the meal and I'm sorry I couldn't make it."

"I will. It smells delicious. I know how hard it can be to cook for one so
I imagine Julie's glad to have the opportunity to show off her cooking
skills to someone new as well. Enjoy your evening as well. I'm sorry I
missed you and I hope that traveling conditions are better tomorrow as
well."

"You and me both there. Now may I have a final word with my daughter, and
I'll let you get on with explaining things to her."

"Here she is," Jasmine said handing the phone back to the nearly bouncing
girl.

Jasmine watched as Julie took the phone and took a deep breath to get
herself back under control. She could tell from the look on the girl's face
that if she had spoken right away there would have been way too much
excitement and happiness in the voice that would have made anyone
suspicious.

"Hi, Mom," Julie said after managing to get herself mostly back under
control. "Yes, I understand. Yes, I'll make sure the driveway and walks are
shoveled. Mom, it will be fine. I've yet to burn down the house so far this
year. I haven't thrown any wild parties with my friends here; I'm not going
to do anything stupid with one of my teachers here. I'll see you tomorrow,
Mom. I love you too and say 'hi' to grandma and grandpa for me. Bye."

Jasmine watched as Julie sighed with relief and put the phone down on an
end table. She was practically buzzing with excitement and Jasmine began to
wonder if she would get a chance to have her way with the young beauty that
evening.

"So, Mistress, are you satisfied that we will not be disturbed this
evening?"

"What about your neighbors? You said they've been known to stop by."
Jasmine wanted the girl, but she didn't want to risk anything until she was
certain.

"With six inches of snow on the sidewalks and driveways? They knew we were
having company this evening so they aren't going to wonder who you are, and
it isn't like you're a man, so they aren't going to come over to
supervise." Julie's voice was taking on a desperate pleading tone as she
explained. Jasmine could see the ache of desire in the young girl's eyes
and posture. It would devastate her if Jasmine said no. It would devastate
Jasmine as well to lose this opportunity she had spent so much time
dreaming about herself.

"What about your brother?"

"He hardly ever comes home on the weekends, and he certainly isn't going to
do it on one where he'll have to drive through a storm to get here," Julie
explained before stopping for a contemplative moment. "Mistress, I would
not offer myself to you now if I thought there was any chance we would get
caught."

She thought it over for another moment as she looked at the young, excited
girl. She could do it. She could touch her, spank her, taste her young
pussy, give her pleasure and pain for the next few hours and there was no
one around to catch them.

Letting out a breath she said, "Okay, but first we go over a few things
including the reason why I'm here. It would not do to have your mom ask
about your workout and new diet, and for you to have no clue about
it. Let's sit down, go over the plan and talk a little and then we'll go
from there."

Julie let out an excited squeal clapping her hands together in joy as a
smile burst across her face, and almost ran as she moved to sit on the
couch causing the dress she was wearing to bounce with her exposing just
the bottom curve of the delicious ass that had Jasmine's mouth
watering. She followed the girl to the couch and took a seat next to the
hyper girl and pulled her phone from her purse, setting the papers on the
table.

Jasmine could feel Julie next to her as she tried to get comfortable on the
couch. There was something about the girl's energy and closeness in that
moment that set her on edge. She knew in thirty minutes the girl would be
naked and her total slave, but to have her so close and literally bouncing
up and down on the couch with excitement was putting her on edge. She
wanted to wrap her fingers in the short red locks on the girl's head and
pull her face down into her crotch and hold it there until she came again
and again, but not until they'd gone over everything and until then the
bubbling energy was rather distracting.

Jasmine took a deep breath and slowly let it out before speaking. She
needed to say what she needed to say without screwing things up. "Julie,
calm down. If you can't focus on what you need to now, then we can't do
anything later. Scoot back and give me some space. Right now you are an
aspiring soccer player who needs to pay attention and focus on that. Can
you do that, or do I have to come back and try again tomorrow?" She kept
her voice calm but stern as she gave Julie the look she'd perfected over
her years as a teacher that said she knew that her student could do better
and she expected them to prove it.

Julie almost seemed to deflate as she sunk back into her seat and stopped
bouncing. The excitement in her eyes had disappeared to be replaced by a
worried nervousness. "Yes, Mrs. LeBlanc. I'm sorry. You're right I need to
pay attention to this, so I know what I need to do to reach my goals. May I
see the schedule you've put together for me?" Her voice held a chastised
sadness as she gave Jasmine a look that begged her not to go and give her
another chance.

Jasmine nodded at the change in tone and attitude and settled more
comfortably into the seat. "Good. I promise we'll keep this short, but I
want to make sure everything is clear and understood." She unlocked her
phone and opened the app where she had put together the information. "I
found an app that would keep all the information together for you and help
you track your fitness and nutrition goals. The app is free to download,
and then you'll be able to keep track of everything in one easily
accessible place. I've also made a hard copy for you so you can refer to
something besides your phone." Jasmine explained as she opened up the file
she had made containing the daily detailed workouts and meal options for
Julie and then froze as she stared at her phone and realized that she
didn't know how to get the information from her phone to
Julie's. "Um. You'll have to give me a minute, I'm not quite sure how to
send this to another phone."

"May I take a look, Mrs. LeBlanc?" Julie asked meekly holding out her hand
for the phone.

Jasmine handed over the phone and felt a brief pang of loss for not having
William there to handle the tech issues for her. He had often told her she
needed to learn how to do everything herself, but technology had always
quickly gone over her head. Jasmine watched as Julie looked at the phone
for a moment before getting up and getting hers from the end table where
she had left it and began tapping on the screen. A moment later, Julie's
phone pinged as the app finished downloading. She then tapped on the screen
of Jasmine's and her phone pinged again. Julie handed Jasmine back her
phone and picked up her own phone and tapped again on the screen. "Okay I
have it all loaded up now," Julie said in a casual tone as she began to
scroll through the information oblivious to the slightly astounded look on
Jasmine's face.

"I really need to get some more tech savvy." Jasmine muttered to herself as
he brought up the app on her phone again.

Jasmine spent the next half hour explaining to Julie the purpose of the
various exercises, work out goals, and food options. There was nine months
until varsity tryouts for the girls' soccer team and Jasmine had made sure
that the goals she had set for Julie were difficult but achievable. It
would help if Julie could gain a couple of inches in that time, but it
wouldn't be necessary. She set the goals higher than Julie would probably
need to beat out the competition, but she would rather the girl over than
under prepare.

"Okay, any questions?" Jasmine said setting her phone down. Julie had
seemed attentive through the conversation and none of the exercises were
unfamiliar to her. The intensity of the workouts and some aspects of the
diet had seemed to throw her a little off, but Jasmine had told her it was
going to take work.

"No, Mrs. LeBlanc. I just basically need to increase my exercise routine
and make a few small changes to my eating habits. It isn't going to be
exactly easy, but I think I can handle it." Julie replied trying not to
sound too overwhelmed by all the information. She was glad her phone was
keeping track of all the information because there was no way she'd have
been able to do it all on her own.

Jasmine nodded, "Good. The papers say the same thing except on paper, and
if you have any questions at any point, please ask. If you feel like you're
overdoing it and about to hurt yourself, pull back a little. Don't risk an
injury.

"I won't. It would be hard to make the team if I did something like that."

"I'm glad you realize that. On top of that I would feel rather guilty if
you came to school one day on crutches because you pushed yourself too hard
on an exercise program I helped design for you." Jasmine finished before
taking a deep breath and turning more to face the beautiful young girl next
to her. "Now onto more serious matters. What do you want to happen
tonight?"

She saw the spark in the girl's eyes as she realized what was being
asked. The girl sat a little taller as she turned towards her and the small
points of her nipples could be seen clearly pushing at the fabric of the
light dress. She had clearly been waiting for this moment and mind moved
swiftly from exercise to intimacy. "I want to be yours for the evening,
Mistress," the girl started with an assured tone. "I was so excited when I
realized we would get this opportunity and I knew it was my chance to
finally be yours."

Jasmine could feel her arousal growing at the girl's words. She was
virtually certain they wouldn't be interrupted and the girl was so willing
and wanting. There was part of her that wanted to go home and retrieve her
toys, but something like that might look all too suspicious to any
neighbors looking out their windows. She knew she would still be somewhat
limited with what she could do with the girl that night. She couldn't leave
any marks that might be seen or catch someone's attention, but she could
live with that, there were plenty of things she could still try out that
she had dreamt about. And she would finally get her opportunity to fully
taste her slave's sweet cunt.

She broke away from her thoughts and focused back on the moment. There were
still things she needed to be sure of and she had to know what the girl's
limits were. She didn't want to ruin things by going too far and pushing
the girl past her capabilities. "What are your limits? Is there anything
you don't want me to do? What is your safe word?"

The girl bit her lip and looked up at her meekly as she thought about the
questions. She could tell that the girl was trying to figure out how to
best say what she was wanted to express. "Mistress, I have always done my
best to punish myself as hard as I can. I have pushed myself to the best of
my ability, but there is only so far a person can push themself and you are
considerably stronger than I am. I would ask that you build up any
spankings you give me so I have a chance to adjust and can let you know if
I can no longer handle it. And while I have continued the training you have
given me with my ass, Mistress, it is still going slowly and I would
request that any penetration there be gentle and small. I just don't think
I could take any more. I know that 'red' is a common safe word,
Mistress. It will work. I will do my best to follow your every command, but
if things get too intense or painful, I promise I will let you know and use
it. I know you don't want to break me, Mistress, but I don't want to give
you this evening to indulge your fantasies as best you can. My body is
yours to use, Mistress. Let me serve you." The words were clear and well
thought out and Jasmine was certain that the girl had at least somewhat
considered what she was going to say long before she had arrived.

Jasmine considered things for another moment. Her mind was reeling as she
tried to get her thoughts in order and decide what she should do first. Her
own nipples had grown hard and she could feel the tingling moistness
growing in her crotch. "Stand up, strip, legs spread and hands locked
behind your head!" Jasmine ordered.

She watched as her slave sprang to her feet as she pushed the straps off
her dress off her shoulders and let the dress slide to the ground in a
puddle at her feet. The slave kicked the dress away as she stood in front
of her, legs spread and hands locked in place. The girl's body was on
display before her and she took it in with a gasp of excitement. The milk
white flesh was sprayed with a few delicate freckles over the flawless
body, and flush of excitement had given the girl an all-over pink
glow. Jasmine fought to let her hands to explore the naked body before she
had taken the whole picture in. The slave's small firm breasts sat high on
her chest and were tipped with the beautiful red areolas and small pointed
nipples stuck out from their tips. She wanted to suck the fullness of each
of those beautiful orbs into her mouth and let her tongue and mouth and
teeth play over the nipples to see just how sensitive they were and how the
girl would react.

She fought the urge as her eyes trailed down over the smooth stomach to the
patch of short-cropped red hair stopping just above the sweet pussy she
wanted to do nothing more than devour. She could just see the girl's lips
as they bloomed out from her body. It was so tempting to reach forward and
explore her slave's sweet young sex with her fingers and her muscles
twitched with suppressed desire. She found herself nearly frozen with
indecision with so many options and no idea where she should start.

The moment made her feel her own inexperience more than the evenings with
Laura or Diana had. Diana had been her first time with a woman and that
first long drink quenching her sexual thirst. Their types of experience had
been different but complimentary and both had known what they needed to be
satisfied. Laura had been in the submissive role, but knew the role so well
that Jasmine felt safe pushing boundaries and exploring her desires. Her
new slave had virtually no experience beyond what she could put herself
through. Jasmine didn't know if the girl would know how to interpret her
own body's reaction, much less give Jasmine clear signals to read. One step
too far could be disastrous and one step too short could leave them both
unsatisfied and empty. The girl had put herself in Jasmine's hands, and she
found herself near frozen with uncertainty she might drop and break her.

Jasmine closed her eyes and took a deep breath slowly letting it out. She
wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. She had wanted just this, and she
wasn't going to let the wanting be more fulfilling than the having. The
evening wouldn't be perfect, and she wouldn't be able to do all the things
she had imagined, but she was going to make all of it that she could.

She opened her eyes and reached forward with her hands letting just the
tips of her nails touch the bare skin of the girl's thighs just above the
knees. She slowly let her nails trail up her slave's flesh and watched as
goose bumps blossomed at her caress and a shiver overtook the
girl. "Tonight you are mine, cunt." The low crass word brought another
shiver. "While I won't be able to use you in all the ways I've imagined
tonight," her fingers crossed from thigh to stomach, "I look forward to
using you as best as I can tonight." Fingers reached ribs and Jasmine could
feel each ridge as her fingers moved farther up the body. "Tonight will
only be a taste of what I've dreamt of doing to you and with you," her
fingers had reached the small breasts and another rapturous shiver overtook
the girl, "but it will be delicious." Jasmine finished in a throaty growl
as her fingers pinched down and twisted at the slave's nipples pulling a
surprised pained-pleasured gasping moan from her throat.

Jasmine pulled forward as her fingers continued to pinch at the nipples
bringing the girl's mouth down to her own and kissed her deeply and
passionately letting her tongue explore her slave's mouth. It was another
moment before the girl started to return the kiss, her lips and tongue full
of the same burning passion, Jasmine felt inside.

The kiss was returned after another moment as the slave overcame her
surprise and shock from both the kiss and pinch at her nipples as she
kissed her Mistress back with eager enthusiasm. She let her tongue dance
with her Mistress' as fingers continued to pinch hard on her sensitive
nipples. The grasp of fingers with so different from the bite of the
clothespins she had used and it excited her as much as scent of her
Mistress and the hard press of soft lips against hers. She wanted to melt
into the woman before her and forever be with her. And oh how her Mistress
knew how to kiss. So much better than the one boy she had kissed
before. The tongue danced with hers, leading and teasing while promising so
much more to come. Had her Mistress allowed her to, she would have cum
right then.

Jasmine pulled back from the kiss and released the slave's trapped nipples
and watched in satisfaction as the girl returned to her standing position
chest heaving and face flushed. The roiling of nerves that had filled her
earlier had been burned away by her desire and she fought to control
herself as she tried to plan how to best make use of the evening.

She leaned forward and let her arms wrap around the girl feeling the heat
of her flawless skin under her hands as she pulled the girl forward once
again and leaned forward capturing a breast in her mouth. The mound was
small enough she was able to the full of it into her mouth as her hands
traced down her slave's back and over the ripe swells of the girl's
ass. She could feel every tremor as it swept through the girl as her tongue
lapped and flicked over the sensitive nipple crowning the captured breast,
and her fingernails traced delicate trails up and down the smooth pale ass
within her grasp.

Moans filled her ears as her mouth released the breast from its embrace and
took up the other in its place. She sucked the whole of the second breast
into her mouth as she dug her nails into the hot flesh beneath her fingers
bringing another fresh chorus of moans to her ears. Her teeth nipped gently
at the nipple as her tongue teased over its tip and her nails left long red
tracks from the top of the slave's ass to the top of her thighs.

Jasmine let her fingers trace forward along the crease of the slave's
thighs and soon she could feel the heat of the girl's sex as her mouth
moved from one breast to the other licking and nipping at hard nipple
trapped in her mouth. With barely a brush of her fingers across her sex,
the girl's knees went weak and she nearly collapsed onto her, but Jasmine
held her tight and upright as her fingers brushed once again over the wet,
spreading lips. She was so wet and the tips of Jasmine's fingers were
coated with the slave's juices from their brief journey up the length of
the girl's slit ending with just the lightest of flicks over the extremely
sensitive clit at the end of their journey.

The fingers on her left hand followed those of her right going slower and
probing deeper making the slave moan harder and deeper. Jasmine was doing
more to support the girl by the moment as desire made her body go weak. She
felt so light, Jasmine felt like she could have held her with the tip of
just one finger and she found her heart racing and her panties growing
damper with each passing moment and each increasing moan from the slave's
throat. The fingers of her right hand once again traced down the full part
of her slave's slit as her left hand continued to tease with feather
touches over the girl's clit. She wanted to feel the girl cum from her
touch. She wanted to let her slave know just how much she desired her in
that moment as mouth worked over breasts, one hand teased at clit and the
other slowly worked farther back through the wet sex she so wanted to
devour.

"Cum for me, slave," Jasmine said huskily as her mouth briefly parted from
the breast it had encircled and her fingers pinched at the clit they'd been
so delicately teasing.

Her Mistress' words were music to her ears as her body trembled with
repressed desire and the walls she had built to hold the ocean of pleasure
in began to fall quickly. A gasp turned to a moan as she shook in pleasure
at the touch of fingers and mouth on her body and the wave of pleasure
inside her broke over her turning the moan into a strangled scream.

She panted and tensed as the pleasure rushed through her with more power
than it ever had before. The orgasms she'd had imagining her Mistress
watching her had always been intense, but this was another level of
pleasure and she shook with wave after wave of pure pleasure. Her eyes
rolled back in her head as flashbulbs of white light burst before her eyes
blinding her to everything but the pleasure encompassing her. And it seemed
to go on and on as her pulse thundered in her ears deafening her to the
world around her. There was no sight, no sound and no sensation but that of
delicious joy running throughout her body in a moment that she wished would
last for all eternity.

The wave of pleasure finished cresting over her body and she found herself
back in her body the strong arms of her mistress still holding her close as
fingers teased her clit, tongue and teeth worked at her nipple and
fingertips traced along the crack of her ass. She could feel her hair
matted to her head with sweat, and her throat was dry and raw from the
scream she had howled out in pleasure. She felt amazing and drained as her
body seemed limp and out of her control, and she knew the only thing
keeping her upright, was the strength of her Mistress' arms.

"Again," she heard her Mistress growl in the same husky authoritative
voice.

She wanted to tell her Mistress that she didn't think she could but as she
opened her mouth to try and object, she felt the woman strike and she was
once again lost in the pleasure of the moment and a new wave of pleasure
swept her up with a shocking suddenness.

It happened all at once the bite of teeth taking in the whole of the breast
into the mouth, the hard pinch of fingers on clit and lip and the jolting
shock of two fingers wet with her cum being shoved deep into her ass. The
three attacks on her body set her off again almost without her control or
consent and she shook and bucked at the attack and new moans and garbled
screams wrenched their way out of her sore throat and filled the room like
music. Her body quivered and went weak as she collapsed forward pressing
harder into the mouth that imprisoned her breast and the fingers tormenting
her seemed to only grip harder as her body shook its way through the
orgasm. The combination of the ache and the pleasure felt so good and so
much more intense than any solo experimenting she had done and she rode the
waves of pleasure rolling through her body as long as she could until
slowly coming down panting heavily into her mistress' neck the full weight
of her body seeming to be held up only by the strong arms beneath her.

"Mmmmmm," she heard her Mistress breathe in a pleasured whisper into her
ear. "How is my little slut feeling now?"

Her throat was dry and it took her a moment to find her voice as she
struggled to regain her feet. The fingers were still deep in her ass as the
hand trailed up and down her thighs in gentle tingling tracks. "It was
wonderful, Mistress. More than I could have ever imagined. Thank you for
letting me cum, Mistress. I only hope I can make you feel the same pleasure
you've allowed me to feel."

Her mistress' rich laughter filled her. The laugh was a mixture of lust,
happiness, and an ominous note that sent wicked shivers through her
body. "Don't worry, slave. I'm sure I'll get my share of pleasure out of
using your body tonight." The fingers pulled from her ass and for the first
time the sensation didn't leave her aching and feeling dirty. The other
fingers traced up her body to the bitten breast and traced around the bite
marks indented into her skin. "Hmmm. Perhaps I bit a bit too hard. You're
going to have to be careful for the next couple of days to keep from
exposing these marks to anyone."

"I will, Mistress. I promise no one will see where you marked me." The
fingers felt amazing as they traced the marks dug deep into the base of her
breast and she shivered again in response.

Jasmine leaned back into the couch as she pulled her hands away from the
girl. Bringing the girl over the edge of orgasm and then pushing her back
over the edge a second time had left her even more aroused and she could
feel the dampness in her crotch as her eyes took in the girl before
her. She fought harder against the desire to just order the slut to her
knees and in between her legs to lick and suck at her pussy and asshole for
the rest of the evening. She wanted more than that though, and she knew if
she gave into the desire to let the girl feast at her sex she wouldn't stop
until she had to leave and so many other things would be left untried.

She resisted the urge to undress for just that reason knowing that rushing
to undress would just rush the evening. There was too little time as was
and she had to keep her mind focused on making use of it as best she could.

"Dinner smells like it is ready, slave. Bring me a Diet Coke then prepare
the table."

"Yes, Mistress," the girl said with a quick nod before rushing out of the
room and into the kitchen.

Jasmine enjoyed the view of the girl's pale tight ass as she scrambled out
of the rom and into the kitchen. She was looking forward to giving it the
spanking it deserved. Her hands balled into fists as she fought the urge to
let a hand slide to the catch of her skirt to undo it and let her gain
access to her aching slit. Instead she brought her fingers still sticky
with the girl's sex to her lips and sucked them clean tasting the girl's
sex again finding all it did was stoke the fire more inside her making it
harder to control her own desires.

Her slave appeared a moment later holding a glass clinking with ice and
full of the dark fizzing liquid. She took it with a nod and sipped from the
cup. The sight of the girl in front of her, eyes wide and wanting, hair
mussed with arousal, and her body still glowing from her recent orgasms,
Jasmine found herself unable to speak for fear her desires would spill
out. She nodded and the girl took it as a dismissal and returned quickly to
the kitchen to finish preparing the meal.

Jasmine listened as plates clinked and food was dished up in the other room
and slowly got back under control. She ordered the things she wanted to do
or try most in her mind and thought about the best way to use her time to
accomplish them. She knew she couldn't push the girl too hard, or it would
be obvious something happened the next day and she couldn't risk
that. There could be no falling on a bike story this time.

A moment later the girl appeared in the entry way to the kitchen still
glowing and flush. Her eyes were respectfully cast down and her hands here
behind her back leaving her breasts and hint of her sex fully on
display. "Mistress, dinner is ready," she said while motioning for Jasmine
to follow her into the kitchen.

Jasmine got up and enjoyed the view of the girl's smooth, pale ass cheeks
as she lead the way into the kitchen. Her slave held out her chair for her
and Jasmine sat down as the girl slid the seat in for her. The eggplant
parmesan looked delicious served with the simple side salad and she looked
forward to savoring the meal as she watched her slave take a seat next to
her at the table.

"Slave," Jasmine started in a hard, angry voice, "get me your hairbrush,
right now!"

"Yes, Mistress," The girl said in a worried tone as she bounced up from her
seat and hurried out of the kitchen and up the steps.

Jasmine pushed her seat back from the table as she heard the girl rush
quickly up the stairs and waited her return. This hadn't been part of her
plan, but she knew the girl knew better and it gave her the perfect
opportunity to enjoy the girl a little. The girl was quick and Jasmine
heard her rushing back down the stairs as before popping back into the
kitchen coming to a stop next to her holding out the hairbrush obediently
for her.

She snatched the brush from the girl's hand and pulled the girl down
roughly over her lap without ceremony and didn't even take a moment to
savor the view of smooth, pale back and ass draped across her lap before
starting to paddle the girl's ass with the hairbrush. She started the
spanking lighter than she wanted to go, but not terribly much as soon she
was delivering stinging smack after smack to the round, reddening
cheeks. The girl hardly twitched or moved underneath her even as the
spanking grew harder and the red swaths on the her ass went from pale red
to a deep violent one.

The final hard swat drew a whimper from the girl's mouth and Jasmine pushed
her back to her feet roughly. The spanking had her even more aroused and it
was hard to maintain her feigned displeasure as she stared wickedly at the
girl. "Well, slut, do you know what you did to deserve that, or do you need
more time over my knee to think about what you did?"

The girl's gaze was downcast and her eyes were red, but she stood solidly
legs spread and nipples clearly hard as she thought for a moment before
answering. "I believe I did two things wrong, Mistress," she said slowly
after another second.

"What were they?" Jasmine kept her voice firm

"I have been told that as my Mistress' slave I should walk on my hands and
knees when I am alone or in or presence. Secondly I have been instructed
that again when I am alone or in my Mistress' presence I am to eat while on
my hands and knees on the floor. I apologize for breaking these rules,
Mistress. I had not thought to be alone with you tonight and in the
excitement of finding out I would finally get time alone with you, I forgot
myself."

Jasmine was impressed. She hadn't quite forgotten about having ordered the
girl to keep to her hands and knees, but she hadn't been thinking about it
either. She'd been caught off guard with the surprise evening as
well. "Well it is good to know that you aren't so distracted as to forget
your instructions for long. Jasmine said keeping her voice stern, but
letting a note of understanding creep in. She let a fingernail trail up the
girl's thigh and up to her breasts. "Bring me your clothespins and string
and then we'll see about correcting your dining position."

"Yes, Mistress," the girl said before dropping to her hands and knees and
crawling swiftly from the room.

Jasmine enjoyed the view of the girl's ass even more as she crawled away
the violent red cheeks standing out from the rest of the white skin and
undulating up and down with each move. The sight made it even harder to
keep her calm and Jasmine let her hand slide into her crotch and let the
ball of her hand grind through her skirt and panties. She ground at her
clit steadily as she waited for her slave's return as her breathing turned
into long gasping pants of desire. She could feel her own flush spread up
her neck and into her cheeks and she knew her desire would be clear when
her slave returned.

She pulled her hand from her crotch a moment later as sound of her slave
crawling down the stairs reached her ears and did the best she could to
replace the desire on her face with a stern authoritarian glare. She was
the Mistress and she was in control.

The girl carried the bag of clothespins in her mouth as she crawled along
the kitchen floor looking much like a kitten bringing a prized catch to its
owner. Jasmine pushed her chair farther back from the table as the girl
reached her and took the offered bag from the girl's mouth. "Turn around,"
she ordered.

The turn was quick and left Jasmine gazing down at the beautiful reddened
cheeks of her slave and just below those the wet and parted lips of the
girl's virgin sex between her parted legs. The view sent a shiver through
her body and Jasmine reached into the bag for the first of the plastic
clips and pulled it out. It was an awkward reach from her seated position
to the girl's sex and she reached forward and took one of the pouty lips
into her grasp feeling the girl shudder with pleasure as she did.

She could feel the heat and wetness of the girl as she held the lip in
place for the clothespin and could feel the second shiver fill the girl as
the teeth bit down into her aroused flesh. Jasmine shivered in reply and
took a second plastic pin from the bag and clamped it down next to the
first.

The girl stayed still as Jasmine attached each biting mouth her only
response to each new bite being a shiver. She attached a total of eight of
the clothespins before feeding the string through the center of each
pin. She tied the loose end of the string to the just before the other side
entered the first pin before giving the rig a tug making all eight clamps
pull lightly on the abused lips and tearing a gasp from her slave's throat.

Jasmine reveled in the gasp, but kept her face stern even with the slave
turned away from her. Her desire cried out for her to pull the girl between
her legs and feel the young, eager tongue licking at her sex, but the rest
of her wanted so much more before she rewarded both the slave and herself
like that. "Now prepare your food for how you should eat," she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," the girl said quickly as she began to move, dropping to
her knees and crawling on them to her seat before taking the plate in her
hands and moving it to the same spot on the floor Jasmine had seen her eat
from before. Next she crawled to the dishwasher and pulled out a bowl
setting it next to the plate and then recovered her glass from the table
and poured her milk into the bowl. Jasmine kept her tension on the string
the entire time and a small half smile turned up the sides of her mouth
every time the girl moved a little too fast and the string pulled on the
clamps. The glass went into the sink, and the girl crawled back to her
place before her meal. Her ass was upturned and her legs were spread
perfectly exposing both her bright red cheeks and wet, tormented sex.

Jasmine remembered a time early in her relationship with William when
they'd still been dating and a sudden downpour had caught them out in the
open as they had walked from the campus back to his apartment. It was
before they'd started sleeping together, or even done much fooling
around. Their clothes had been drenched by the time they got back to his
place and she hadn't had a change. They'd both stripped down and tossed
their clothes in the dryer and then set about making dinner. He'd offered
her a robe, but she'd turned him down instead enjoying the feeling of the
warm air of the apartment against her naked flesh and the very obvious
reaction her nudity had had on him. William had always been chivalrous and
refused to put on anything if she was going to walk around naked as well.

His erection had stood out before him as they worked in his small kitchen
to make dinner and her hands, and hips, and ass kept making 'accidental'
contact with his cock as he worked next to her. Every time she had done it,
he'd stammered and froze in whatever he was saying or doing, but she'd gone
on like nothing had happened. Her nipples had been as hard as diamonds and
they kept brushing against his shoulders and back as she did her part in
making the meal.

She'd been surprised at his reactions. Most the guys she'd known and dated
would have filled the kitchen with lewd comments, double entendres, and
would have been groping back at her their movements much less accidental
than hers. He had acted like nothing was different than the other times
they'd cooked together beyond his stammers and stops from her contact.

When they'd finally sat down to eat, his erection had still been clearly
visible through the top of the glass table and Jasmine had sat down with
her legs widely splayed to give him an equally distracting view. She hadn't
been able to believe it, when despite the clear direction of his gaze, he'd
kept the discussion about what he'd been working on in one of his
classes. She'd barely been able to focus on her food much less the meal
since they'd sat down as her eyes had been glued on every twitch and slight
movement of the erection which had her entranced like a snake charmer's
flute.

Halfway through the meal, she gave up even trying to eat and pushed her
chair back from the table and crawled underneath and between his legs
taking the erection in his mouth. That had shut him up and for the next
twenty minutes the most coherent thing he'd managed to utter was an
occasional, "Oh, God." She brought him off twice before she returned to her
seat, started to eat again and picked up the conversation again. It had
been another five minutes before he rejoined her in talking and eating.

It had been the first time she'd ever gone down on a guy before he'd first
gone down on her, but she hadn't been able to resist. He'd returned the
favor after dinner using the strawberries and whipped cream in his fridge
to turn her whole body into his dessert which he took a long, long time
slowly and wonderfully consuming.

The memory made her shiver and she wondered what it would be like to eat
strawberries and lick whipped cream from the petit slave. She knew she was
over dressed though, and stood up as she began to undo the buttons on her
shirt.

The slave stopped eating at the sound of her chair scrapping back and the
lessening of the tension on her clamps and began to turn her head. "Eyes on
your food, slut," Jasmine ordered as the girl's head snapped forward and
began to slowly eat again. Originally, Jasmine had considered stripping for
the girl and showing her what a true striptease looked like, but there
something so much more delicious about stripping away her clothing, while
still denying the slave the right to view her body. Her arousal was clear
as she fought with each button on her shirt and even struggled with the
zipper on her skirt.

The warm air of the house made her skin tingle as she folded the skirt and
shirt and placed them in the seat the slave had vacated. If she had known
the girl was going to see her naked, she would have worn nicer underwear,
and the plain white cotton set seemed inappropriate for what had
developed. She'd worn them to keep the urge to flash the young slut down,
and now it was all she wore as the girl fastidiously kept her eyes forward
as she ate from her plate on the ground.

Her nipples tingled as she removed her bra and she took a moment to caress
the hard points making her whole body ache for more as she did and she
imagined the slut's eager young mouth sucking and licking at her breast as
the girl's fingers played between her legs. She knew she could have just
that with a single word, but it still wasn't time to get lost in that
particular type of pleasure.

Her panties revealed just how wet she was as she slowly removed them. The
wet stain had spread through the whole of the crotch and was clearly
visible even from the outside. She blushed at the clear sign of her
arousal. The girl had her more aroused than even she realized and standing
there naked behind the beautiful, naked nymph, she couldn't wait to satisfy
some of that arousal.

She placed the underwear on the chair with the rest of her clothes and
returned to her meal, giving the string a yank as she took up the tension
once again. She wondered how much the girl was dying to turn around and see
her naked as she was. How badly was the slut fighting the urge to crawl to
her and under the table to feast on her Mistress instead of her meal?

"I'm amazed at how wet you are, slut," she commented casually between
bites. "I can see the moisture glimmering on your cunt from here, and with
those clothespins on it to boot." She gave the string a pull and the slave
gasped. "You must be one dirty little whore to get so turned on by being
clamped like that." Her words were having their intended affect and the
girl shuddered and fidgeted as she tried to focus on eating.

"Of course, I bet your cunt is always wet. You're probably the type of slut
who loves going around constantly aroused just hoping that someone finds
out what a little tramp you are and puts you to good use." The last comment
made the slut moan through a bite of food.

"You probably get off knowing your slutty body is turning on those around
you. I bet you spend your spare time in class daydreaming about which girls
are looking at you in desire. Wondering which girls would want to get under
your skirt. Or better yet, which ones would force you under
theirs. Something like a panted whimper escaped the girl's lips.

Jasmine finished the last few bites of her meal as she watched the girl
trembling with arousal. She'd never minded a little dirty talk with past
partners, but not in the same way she was talking to the slave. It had
never been derogatory or crass and the one time a guy had referred to it as
her cunt, she'd stopped the evening right then. But talking to her slave
like that seemed right. The girl certainly liked it.

"Well I'll tell you something, you dirty little tease." She got up from her
seat and moved directly behind the girl. Jasmine raised a foot and let it
start playing over the ends of the clothespins. "Your sexy body does turn
me on. Looking at you makes me wet. Seeing you naked and ready to serve has
me hornier than you can imagine." The girl was stiff and trembling as
Jasmine continued to talk her toes flicking over the clamps and pressing
against the girl's wet sex.

"You have me so aroused; when I removed my panties they were soaked. It has
taken so much will power not to pull your eager little tongue into my
crotch and make you spend the rest of the evening licking away." She
watched as the girl looked to be fighting to get her body back under
control and not orgasm without permission.

"As much as I would like that," she continued as she pulled her foot away
and stepped back from the shaking girl, "there is more I want to do to you
first. Tasting my cunt will be your reward for being a good slave
tonight. If you fail me, I will leave horny and frustrated and go home and
probably spend the next hour or so using various vibrators and toys to take
the edge off of my arousal, and you'll be left here knowing you failed your
Mistress." A terrified squeak escaped the girl at the thought.

"You just finish your meal and that will give me a chance to plan how to
best make use of your, my dear slave." Jasmine gave the string a final pull
before letting it go and walking to explore the rest of the kitchen. "And
keep your eyes on your food, slut," she added knowing how hard it was for
the girl not to look up and watch her.

It was long before her exploring had filled her mind with so many potential
ways to torment her dear slave. The time she'd spent watching videos online
had filled her with the immense potential for kink found within the average
kitchen. One idea called to her though and she pulled a pair of long, white
emergency candles out of a drawer along with a lighter. She padded quietly
back over to the girl as she lit both candles and watched as the wicks lit
with yellow flames.

It took a moment for the flat ends of the candles to start to pool with
melted wax and Jasmine said nothing as her slave continued to eat her meal
at her feet. "I've seen pictures of some of the amazing things people have
done with wax," Jasmine said as she tilted the first candle and the first
drip of wax fell into the air landing on the small of her slave's
back. "Sometimes it has been as simple as dripping trails of wax over the
woman's body." She let the second candle drip as well and a drop from both
candles landed on the girl's arching back. "But other times, it was much
more elaborate."

Jasmine was silent as she let the dripping candles trail up and down the
girl's back erratically dripping their hot kisses every few seconds. The
girl twitched with each hot drip and quiet, whispered moans escaped her
lips with each touch. "I've seen videos and pictures where the woman's body
was blanketed with wax poured not from candles, but melting pots. I've seen
people direct the wax and colors to make pictures and patterns using the
women beneath them as living canvases of wax." The girl's meal was nearly
gone and Jasmine smiled as the slave's hips began to buck back with each
new drip. She was driving the girl mad with the hot wax kisses.

"Of course some of the best were those of sluts with candles shoved into
asses and pussies and then posed as candelabras on a dining room table. The
wax would run so beautifully down the candles coating the sensitive flesh
in hot wax." She leaned down and let the wax fall from a shorter
distance. "I can just imagine what it would be like to use a slave like
that. Contorted in the middle of a table and bound to hold her still in
full view of all those who were dining. Her slowly, coated sex on display
for all to see as the dinner guests dined solely by candlelight. "

Shudders of pleasure shook the slave's body as the visual of words filled
her mind and the heated drips of wax caressed her flesh and Jasmine smiled
at just how excited she'd made the slave. She lowered herself to her knees
bringing the candles even closer to the girl and giving her a better view
of the slut's wet sex. The candlelight glinted off the wet, clamped lips
and each new drip of wax made the girl shiver and the clothespins sway
further tormenting the girl. She couldn't personally imagine being so close
to the edge of orgasm and not allowing herself to cascade over the edge and
she admired her slave's control to stay focused on her meal through all the
torments and pleasures brought upon here. That said, she wondered who was
closer to losing control: herself of her slave.

Jasmine watched as the slave lapped up the last of her milk finishing her
meal just as another drip of wax landed between the girl's spread ass
cheeks causing the girl to slightly jump forward pushing the bowl against
the kitchen island. She stood up and returned to her seat and blew out the
candles as the girl waited patiently for her next instructions.

She took a moment to arrange herself properly, with her chair scooted in
and legs closed. She wasn't ready to give the girl more of a view yet, but
she knew the sight of her completely bared breasts would be enough of a
treat for the moment. "Slave, clean up the dishes and then come kneel
beside me."

The slave moved quickly at the command and gathered up the bowls on the
floor crawling with them to the sink before returning to the table and
gathering up the dishes there as well. She stood only long enough to rinse
the dishes and put them in the dishwasher before taking care to put away
the leftover food leaving the kitchen clean and neat. When she had
finished, she crawled across the floor to wait eagerly at her Mistress'
feet.

She could feel her heart pounding with excitement as she waited for what
would happen next. When she had realized her mother would be out for the
evening, her mind had filled with visions of all the possibilities that
awaited her. Nothing she had imagined had happened, but the evening had
been so much more intense and wonderful than she could have possibly hoped
for.

The feeling of her Mistress' mouth on her breasts and fingers on her clit
and pushing into her ass had been more than she could have hoped. The
orgasms has made her shake and sent her head spinning and since then her
Mistress had barely given her a chance to rest and taken in everything.

The ache of her sex from the bite of the clothespins had turned to a dull,
numbing throb punctuated with sharp jolts of sensation whenever they moved
too much and tapped against each other. The wax had made her feel as if she
were on fire, and the words her Mistress had spoken to her as she let the
wax drip filled her mind with visuals that had her yearning for future
evenings together.

And now she was next to her fully nude Mistress. She had often imagined
what her Mistress' breasts looked like. She'd spent many an afternoon in
her Mistress's classroom imagining what they looked like as they moved
under her shirt confined within a bra, and now they were bare and exposed
to her. She ached for the chance to kiss and suckle at those breasts taking
her time to cover every centimeter of them with kisses. She feared she'd
cum just from finally getting the chance to take one into her mouth. Her
body trembled as she waited for her next command, and she felt herself
nearly drooling as she gazed at those large perfect breasts and the rest of
Mistress' perfect, fit body.

"Slave," Jasmine said firmly looking down at the girl, fighting the desire
to not just order her under the table, "up on the table. On your hands and
knees facing away from me."

The girl sprung to her feet quick to comply with the order and Jasmine was
amazed at the speed the girl showed moving into position kneeling on the
table, legs spread, with her sex so clearly displayed before her.

"You aren't to cum? yet," Jasmine said as she let her hands move over the
smooth, pale, trembling flesh of the young slave. She took her time letting
her hands explore up from the girl's bare feet then up her calves and then
over her strong, tense thighs before tracing over the slave's ass with just
her fingertips. The skin was smooth except where drips of dried wax
decorated it.

The girl trembled under the touch of her nails as they traced over her
flesh and those trembles were transmitted through her own body as her
fingers worked nearer and nearer their goal of the slave's clamped sex.

Her fingertips brushed gently over the clothespins and the shivers
intensified with every touch and the same electric shivers worked through
her body as well. She was going to make the slut cum before she let her off
the table and her mouth watered as she imagined sucking the girl's clit
into her mouth.

Carefully she took the first of the clothespins into her hand and pressed
down on the ends opening the biting mouth and pulling a hiss from her slave
as dulled nerves began to tingle. She leaned forward and kissed gently
where the clothes pin had been and turned the hiss of pain into a shaking
moan of pleasure. She repeated the process with each clamp carefully
removing each one before kissing and sucking on the lip where the
clothespin had just vacated. By the end her slave's thighs were trembling
madly as she fought to hold her position and not collapse to the tabletop
in pleasure. Every kiss and lick had given her another small taste of her
slave and she craved more even as she fought not to rush freeing the slut's
bonds.

With the last clothespin gone, Jasmine looked again as beautiful spread sex
before her. The whole girl's body shook with pleasure and desire. She was
going to make the girl cum. She was going to make her orgasm more than once
before she let her off that table, but she felt the urge to torment the
slut a little first before giving her the release she had earned.

"Slut, I've been longing to lick and suck at your cunt all evening, and
here you are so lewdly exposed before me." She leaned in and blew gently
down from the girl's asshole to clit.  Before talking again in a softer,
breathier voice, "And here you are spread before me. Your sex is glistening
with desire and want. I imagine if I left you like this for long, there
would be a puddle under you." She blew again up and down the exposed slit,
this time letting her nails trail over the girl's thighs as she did so.

"I wonder," she started in a breathy whisper her mouth just inches from the
girl's sex and her voice just barely a whisper loud enough for the girl's
ears to hear, "if you could control yourself as I did so. Could you keep
yourself from cumming without permission, if my mouth licked at your clit
and probed deep into your sex?" She stuck her tongue out and let it trace
over the slave's cheek causing her to moan and tremble violently in
pleasure.

"What do you think, slave? Could you control yourself? Could you deny
yourself an orgasm knowing if you didn't, I would dress and leave before
you could even manage to recover?"

The girl was silent for a long moment and Jasmine could tell from how her
body was tensing and twisting she wasn't sure how to answer. The slut's
torment made Jasmine even more excited and she blew again up and down the
slave's sex making it even harder for her to think.

"M-Mistress," the slave began with a stutter, "please don't force me to
find out. I'm so close to cumming now and I don't think I could control
myself if you did any more. I don't want to disappoint you, Mistress, but
you have me so close that I don't know if I could keep myself from
disobeying you.

Jasmine purred deep in her throat as she leaned forward and kissed slowly
and gently up one of the slave's thighs. Each kiss made the girl shake and
moan and Jasmine could feel just how tense the girl's muscles were under
her skin as she trembled and fought her body's desire for release.

"Of course," Jasmine said as she started kissing up the opposite thigh,
"maybe I want you to cum. Maybe I want to make you lose control. Maybe
there is nothing more in the world I desire right now than to watch you and
feel you lose control as my mouth attacks your sex." Her kisses had moved
from the thigh to the reddened globes of the slave's ass. Each kiss was
small and light as a breath, but each one made the girl shiver and twitch
with passion and need. Maybe tonight isn't a night for control. Maybe it is
a night for release and passion. It could be that you have me so wound up
that even the sounds of your orgasm would push me over the edge into my
own." Her tongue trailed between the round, muscular globes and over the
puckered, twitching asshole before her and the girl trembled so hard she
nearly collapsed.

"What do you think, my sweet slut? Should I let you cum and let your cries
of joy fill the house? Should we see if you really have me so wound up,
that even the sounds of your release would be enough to push me over the
edge into my own? Should we see how many times I can bring you off before
you drop to the tabletop nothing but a quivering puddle of exhausted sex?"
Her tongue once again played over the puckered hole making the girl moan,
twitching and tensing as she fought to stay in place.

There was a long pause as the slave fought to get herself back under
control. Her mistress' words and mouth had her so close to the edge. She'd
pushed herself to the edge on so many occasions before, she had grown used
to stopping herself at the tipping point and holding herself there. She
knew the feeling of her stomach tensing as she neared that point of no
return and she was already dangerously close to that edge. She had never
expected to find herself before her mistress on the table so quickly. When
she had realized she would have the evening to spend with the woman she had
so often dreamed of, she had imagined it spent pleasuring her, not her
mistress pleasuring her.

Yet her mistress had already brought her off twice and had her so close
again and she had barely even had the chance to feast on the beauty of the
other woman's naked body. It would soon be moot though. It wouldn't be much
longer before she came again with or without her mistress' consent.

"Mistress, I beg you to let me cum, or stop. I would love to feel your
mouth upon my body and my cunt. I would love to cum for you and fill the
room with my moans, and I am so close to that point, Mistress. Please give
me permission to cum for you, Mistress, or please stop, because I cannot
control myself much longer," she begged as tears ran down her cheeks as she
fought to control herself.

"Cum for me, slave," she heard her mistress whisper a second before her
tongue licked long and slowly from asshole to clit." Cum for me, slut and
show me just how much you enjoy the pleasure your mistress allows you." The
command was followed by the sucking of her clit into her mistress' mouth
and the she shook, moaning deeply as the first orgasm began to cascade
through her.

She fought to stay on her hands and knees as her body shook, and trembled
from the release of tension and wash of pleasure that overtook her. Her
mind went white and blank in the pleasure of the moment and she felt her
arms give out as she collapsed to the table, as spasms of pleasure shook
through her body and moans, shrieks, and gasps escaped her mouth.

She was beyond words and beyond individual sensation as her whole body felt
like it was on fire and being covered by the tongue that licked and teased
at her sex. She felt the strong grasp of hands on her legs holding them
upright, the only thing keeping her from collapsing completely to the table
beneath her.

There were moments when the crash of pleasure through her body would lessen
for moments as the pleasure of one orgasm would begin to recede, but it was
soon replaced as another overtook her pushing her back into the place of
white hot pleasure where her whole body was electrified with sensation.

Eventually after what seemed like a moment of eternal pleasure, she felt
the hands release her thighs and the tongue pull out from the grasping
walls of her sex and she collapsed to the table, splayed and spent. Her
body tingled and a long moment passed as she felt like she was floating
weightless.  Her mistress was a source of more pleasure and surprise than
she could have possibly hoped. And she fought to come back to her senses so
she could have the chance to return the same pleasures to her. She wanted
the opportunity to return the same pleasure to this goddess that had come
into her life. But at the moment her body was moving the slow, languorous
movements of someone lost in the afterglow of mind-blowing sex.

Jasmine looked down at the table and her shivering slave atop it. The girl
had exploded once her tongue had touched her sex and then continued to cum
again and again as she sucked at the girl's clit and lips and let her
tongue probe the slut's sweet, tight sex. She'd been bucking and trembling
so hard she'd had to wrap her arms around the slave's thighs to hold her in
place and keep that delicious sex right before her. And the sounds of the
girl's moans, whimpers and cries of ecstasy had driven her wild as they had
echoed around the kitchen. She was glad for the time of year and the storm
outside, or she would have worried about a neighbor having heard the cries
and coming over to see what was going on.

The girl was beautiful as she bonelessly spread out over the tabletop
glowing in a sheen of sweat, the drips of cooled wax on her back like
islands on a ocean, and lost within her slowly receding waves of
pleasure. The lithe girl was even more arousing spread on the table as she
was and Jasmine could have spent the rest of the evening just taking in the
beauty of the girl as she lied on the table. She had more planned for the
slave though, and the girl had had her fun, it was time to move on.

The slap on the girl's ass rang out through the room as Jasmine brought her
hand down with nearly full force on one beautifully reddened cheeks,
bringing a cry of surprised pain to the girl's lips as she was torn from
the wash of pleasure she had been lost in. A second swat just as hard on
the other cheek followed quickly on the heels of the first leaving the two
handprints visible on the already red flesh.

"Get up, slut," Jasmine snapped. "I have other plans for you, and they
don't involve you lounging around on the tabletop." She gave the girl two
more hard swats for emphasis and smiled as the girl scrambled to regain
control of her body and fight her way first to her hands and knees and then
to scramble off the table where she waited looking flushed and expectant as
she gazed up at her.

"I need to use the bathroom, slut. But before you show me where it is, I
need to know if you need to go as well," Jasmine asked looking down at the
girl at her feet. She was looking forward to this next part and couldn't
wait to see how the girl reacted.

"Yes, Mistress," the girl answered quickly as she began to move to lead her
to the bathroom.

Jasmine ignored the girl's turn towards the rest of the house and walked to
the sliding door leading to the house's backyard and pushed it open
halfway. "Well then go, slut."

The girl looked at her in confusion for a moment as the cold wind blew into
the house carrying a few snowflakes with it. "What do you mean, Mistress?"
The girl asked in confusion without moving.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and stared harshly at the girl. "Slut, what do you
think I mean? You're on your hands and knees like an animal. Well you can
go in the yard like one as well. Crawl out into the middle of the yard, do
your business, cover it and come back in. And be quick about it. If I get
too cold, I'm going to close and lock this door, get dressed and go home."

"But, Mistress, what if I'm seen?" the girl hadn't moved yet and she wasn't
sure if this was a way she could push the girl, but she hadn't said no yet
either.

"It is dark, you have a tall fence, and the storm has picked up again and I
would have a hard time seeing you halfway through the yard from here much
less next door. Do not question me, cunt. You said you wanted to be my
slave, but here you are questioning my commands. Do you lack the ability to
follow simple orders? If so, let me know so I can find a new slave that
knows how to follow commands when they are given and not just when it is
convenient to her."

Jasmine saw her words reaction on the girl as they almost seemed to break
her for a moment, but then the girl nodded, said, "Yes, Mistress," and
began to make her way towards the open door and the storm outside.

Her heart pounded harder as the girl crawled past her and out the open door
into the storming night. Snow swirled around the girl as the snow grew
deeper with each crawling step forward, and each new movement brought the
snow beneath her into contact with her breasts and stomach. She looked
delicious out in the cold and Jasmine imagined all the ways she could warm
the girl when she came back inside.

It was hard to see the girl by the time she stopped in the middle of the
yard and Jasmine shivered in the cold of the night air as she watched the
girl fight to release her bladder in the cold night, her body surrounded by
the snow, and being watched making it even harder to go as she fought to
relax and release.

Another moment passed before Jasmine saw the girl's body relax and release
her bladder into the white snow that nearly came up to her wet and tender
sex. She knew it had to be torture for the girl out there, but the trip
wouldn't last long and Jasmine let her hand reach down and caress her sex
as she spied on the girl. She'd find a way to warm the girl before too
long.

It was too far, too dark, and too stormy for Jasmine to see anything in the
backyard, but she watched as the girl crawled forward and pushed snow back
with her feet over where she had just pissed. The girl turned as she
finished and started crawling back towards the house shivering and red all
over as she crawled through the deep snow.

"Stop, stand up, fall forward and make a snow angel, and then you can crawl
back inside," Jasmine ordered the girl from the open doorway.

The girl rose to her feet and shivered as her arms unconsciously rubbed at
her body trying to warm it. She wasted no time, though as she came to her
feet and fell forward into the snow and began flapping her arms and legs up
and down as her face and body pressed into the dazzling white snow.

Jasmine smiled as the girl carefully crawled out of the snow angel and made
her way into the house. She was red, wet, and snow dusted her body and
clung in her hair as Jasmine closed the door behind her, before leaning
down and giving the girl a stinging slap on her ass. "Next time, do no
question my orders, cunt, or I'll give you a punishment that will help you
remember who is in charge."

"Yes, Mistress," the girl said through chattering teeth. "Do you want me to
show you to the bathroom now?"

"Yes, slave, that would be good. Lead the way."

Jasmine followed the crawling girl as she made her way back into the living
room and up the stairs. She enjoyed watching the slave crawl before her and
waited at the bottom of the steps so she could fully enjoy the view as the
girl made her way slowly up.

She knew where the bathroom was from the slave's videos of her house but
followed as the girl led her into the first door on the left at the top of
the stairs. The bathroom wasn't big the girl had stopped on the far side of
the door so she could enter.

"Follow me," Jasmine ordered as she stepped into the bathroom.

The girl followed behind her into the bathroom and stopped as Jasmine
reached the tub and turned to face her. She looked up expectantly as
Jasmine looked down at her while continuing to shiver. She looked miserable
Jasmine thought as she towered over the girl. Of course it was the same
kind of miserable that a puppy had as it got out of the bath where the
girl's absolute cuteness still shone through it all.

"Stand," Jasmine ordered making the girl pop to her feet almost before she
had finished the word.

Jasmine took one of the soft towels that had been folded on the bathroom
shelf and opened it up and wrapped it around the girl. She took her time
drying off the girl and leaned in close as she dried the girl's back
letting her breasts push into the girl's face. She could almost feel the
girl's smile grow as the breasts pillowed her face, and Jasmine took her
time letting the girl enjoy the feeling as she dried her hair before slowly
lowering herself down the girl's body and drying her completely down to her
feet.

Her slave had stopped shivering by the time she had finished and a pink
flush of warmth and arousal had replaced the harsh red she had been upon
reentering the house. She was smiling again too, and Jasmine returned the
smile as she slowly stood up from her kneeling position letting her breasts
trace over the girl's skin until she was once again standing and the girl's
face was pressed into her large breasts. She could feel the girl's chin
trembling as the fought her urges to start kissing and sucking at the
breasts. It was so tempting to let the girl do just that, but now wasn't
the time and she stepped back from the girl and inspected her freshly dried
slave.

"Kneel," Jasmine said pointing to a spot across from the toilet and the
girl dropped to her knees quickly and moved to the spot Jasmine had
ordered.

Jasmine sat down on the toilet facing the girl and looked her in the eyes
as she spread her legs wide as she sat there. It wasn't the best position
to sit in as she relieved herself, but she loved the spark in the girl's
eyes as her sex was so clearly revealed before her.

A strange urge overtook Jasmine as she let her body relax and she had a
flash of imagining the girl between her legs right then. She wondered what
the girl would do if she forced the slave's mouth against her sex and then
let go. Would she fight it? Would she sit there and let it splatter on her
face before dripping into the toilet? Would she open her mouth and swallow?
Would it be too much and bring an end to their evening? It wasn't something
Jasmine had ever imagined doing before. She had seen clips of it before as
part of larger scenes, but it had always seemed so- different to her that
she had never given it much though. Now witht eh girl kneeling before her
looking hungry, it was tempting.

She shook the thought from her head. It was too much for that night and she
didn't want to ruin things by pushing too hard for something that would
have never crossed her mind five minutes earlier. She let go of her bladder
and kept her eyes locked on the girl as the wet sound of her stream hitting
the porcelain was the only sound filling the small bathroom.

Her slave's eyes never left her crotch as she peed or wiped, and Jasmine
could see the visible hunger and desire in the girl's eyes to get her
chance to taste between her Mistress' legs. It wouldn't be much longer
before Jasmine allowed her that privilege and her body shivered at the
thought of the pleasure so soon to come.

She stood up from the toilet and flushed before washing her hands taking
her eyes off the girl for the first time since they had entered the
bathroom. She took a moment to compose her thoughts as she dried her
hands. She had given the girl so much pleasure that evening, it was time
the girl returned the favor and Jasmine the release she was now aching for.

"Slave, go to your room, lay face up on your bed with your legs spread and
wait for me," she commanded without bothering to turn and face the girl.

"Yes, Mistress," the girl replied before quickly crawling from the room and
heading for her room.

Jasmine watched the girl go and smiled as she watched the curves of the
girl's ass move with every shift of her body. She could have lifted the
girl up and carried her under one arm easily, but it so sensual to watch
her crawl like a wanton beast in heat.

She returned to the kitchen and gathered her supplies before heading to the
girl's room. She had seen it so many times in the videos and pictures, but
she was looking forward to seeing it for herself.

The room could have been the room of any teenage girl decorated with a
combination of styles and items. Loved toys from her youth and the random
assortment of possessions, posters, pictures, and other bric-a-brac of the
teenage years. Jasmine turned her head and was able to look into the closet
and see the blanket on the closet floor when the girl likely slept. And on
the bed, there was her slave, pale pink flesh making her standout from the
dark comforter she rested upon. It took her breath away to look down on the
girl and the stirring inside her grew as she knew she was so close to her
turn for release.

Jasmine took a moment longer to look through the room as the girl gazed at
her almost hypnotically as took everything in. She saw the hair brush on
the dresser and thought about grabbing it on her way to the bed, but she
had other ideas and a spanking first might be too much for the girl to
handle. At least for now, hopefully she'd get more time with the girl
eventually to fully train her and increase her endurance and
tolerance. There were so many things she wanted to train the girl to do,
and for a brief moment the frustration of not being able to see the
beautiful slut more often boiled inside her.

She shook the frustration away. How to find time to see each other was a
problem for another day; today she had the girl before her ready to please
her however she desired.

Walking up to the bed, Jasmine looked down on the girl and took in the
sight of the beautiful thing lying before her, legs slightly spread, head
propped up slightly on a pillow as her eyes took her in. She watched as the
girl licked her lips in anticipation. She wasn't sure who was more excited
for the slave to put her tongue to work, but Jasmine knew, she couldn't
wait any longer.

"Are you ready to please your Mistress, slut?" Jasmine asked as she looked
down on the girl.

The girl nodded eagerly as she once again licked her lips. "Yes,
Mistress. I look forward to doing all I can to return the pleasure you gave
to me. I'll do whatever you want. Use me however you want. Whatever
pleasure you want me to give you, I will." Her voice was breathy and rushed
and Jasmine smiled as the girl's eyes took her all in but seeming to always
return to her crotch in hungry wanton lust.

Jasmine just smiled down at the girl, and without another word, she knelt
upon the bed then moved to straddle the girl's face and desirous mouth.

She didn't lower herself down at first and she could feel the girl beneath
her leaning forward trying to reach out for what it desired; her goal ever
so close, but just out of reach. Jasmine ignored her for the moment as she
relit the candles and once again watched as the wax started to warm and
pool. Most of the wax on the girl's back had been washed off in the snow or
brushed off when she had been toweled off, but it wasn't her used backside
that Jasmine wanted at the moment.

The first drip of wax fell just and Jasmine lowered herself at the same
time momentarily crushing the girl's mouth into her wet crotch as the first
drops landed on her breasts and the girl squealed into her crotch in a way
that made her shiver.  She shifted after a moment, holding herself just
above the girl's mouth and she felt the small, quick, tongue begin to lap
eagerly at her sex.

The tongue attacked her wet slit like a darting rapier, hitting here and
there, and plunging in and out as it tried to be everywhere at once. Each
time another drip of wax landed on the girl's naked body, it made her jump
pushing her tongue harder into the wanting sex pulling moans from Jasmine's
throat. The tongue was so eager to please, but it moved so erratically,
that all it seemed to do was drive her up the wall instead of over the
edge. Meanwhile, the girl continue to jump and squirm as Jasmine worked the
wax lower slowly closing in on the girl's sex. She had left a trail of wax
over the girl's chest and down her stomach, and she wanted to see if she
could fully coat the young slave's sex before the girl made her lose
control and drop the candles.

The first drip of wax aimed at the girl's crotch splattered on her lip and
this time the girl yipped as she bounced up pressing her tongue harder
against the clit before it as her legs shot closed in and instinctive need
of protection.

"Keep those legs open, you dirty slut and keep that tongue on my clit! I'm
tired of all this teasing and I want to cum! If you don't keep those legs
open, I'm going to beat that cunt until it is so bruised you'll have a hard
time closing your legs until after Christmas break!" Jasmine commanded as
she aimed another drip of wax as the girl's slit, as the girl's legs spread
wide open and her tongue and mouth attached to her throbbing, sensitive
clit.

Jasmine felt the shift in focus through her entire body. The walled up
passion that had been waiting for release began to quickly crumble as mouth
and tongue centered on her clit and she felt the lapping of the young
tongue as the mouth did all it could to try and suck the nub into her mouth
like a baby sucking at a teat. Eagerness made up for skill as Jasmine felt
herself being pushed closer and closer to orgasm. Each flick of the tongue
made it harder for her to keep the candle steady as drips of wax landed
erratically on thighs and across the stomach.

Jasmine moaned as her body began to shudder as the orgasm began to ripple
throughout her body. It started low in her stomach and spread quickly
through her body, starting small but growing larger and larger until her
body was completely overtaken by the waves of crashing pleasure seeming to
break across her body from the inside.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure overtook her and the
candle fell from her limp fingers a moment before she bucked forward and
she was barely able to catch herself on shaking arms instead of collapsing
on her slave. She moaned again and again as her body shook with pleasure
and she ground her mouth back onto the desirous mouth beneath her.

The mouth continued to suck at her clit and no sooner had the first orgasm
finished crashing its way out of her body, than the second overtook her and
pushed her over the edge again. She felt primal and animalistic as she
knelt on all fours and moaned and grunted with pleasure as sweat-slick body
shook with an unleashed rush of endorphins. She rocked back harder into the
pleasuring mouth and felt the slight falter of the tongue's rhythm on her
as it adjusted to the grinding and force. The girl was so delightfully
eager to please and Jasmine wanted to take every ounce of pleasure she
could get out of the moment to sustain her until she could finally find the
opportunity to savor all the slave could offer her.

As the second storm of pleasure finally finished crashing over her body,
Jasmine rolled weakly to her side and off the girl. Her arms and legs were
shaking and she knew she wouldn't have been able to hold herself up and
steady for a third orgasm. She wasn't done though, and as the tingling in
her arms and legs began to lessen she turned herself around and lay next to
the girl.

Her slave's face was covered with sweat and her Mistress' juices and her
fever-bright eyes glowed brightly out surrounded by the slick glistening
skin, made brighter by the smile that overtook her face. Jasmine leaned
forward and kissed the girl softly once upon the lips, then harder as the
girl returned the kiss and opened her mouth eagerly as Jasmine slid her
tongue inside to dance with the girl's.

As they kissed hands explored and both groped at breasts and teased nipples
as the slick bodies pressed against each other. They both kissed with a
passion and fire that could have lasted the whole night as hands fought to
explore every inch of the other body, but Jasmine pulled back wanting more
than a kiss; wanting something she had never had before.

The girl was beautiful as she panted with lust each drip of wax an island
on her pale skin and the oddness that the girl was all hers hit her once
again. She could see in not only the girl's eyes, but in her very essence
that the she belonged to her to do with as she pleased. It was a heady rush
and her mind soared with the seemingly limitless things that she hoped to
one day do with her. The night was growing late, though and there was one
last thing Jasmine wanted to try before giving the girl one last task and
leaving for the evening.

"Oh, my dear slut, you have such and eager tongue, and I'm not done with it
yet, but I have other plans as well." She leaned forward and kissed the
girl once again on the lips the taste of her sex still faintly present even
after their earlier kissing.

"Yes, Mistress?" the girl asked seeming to perk up at both the compliment
and the up-coming task.

Jasmine shifted until she was sitting reclining upon the pillows and the
headboard and the girl was lying on her side next to her. "You, my dear
slave, are going to do one of the few things, I've always wanted to do, but
have never succeeded at accomplishing." The girl perked up at the comment
and looked even more excited as she shifted and sat up next to her. "You
are going to fist me," she said looking down at the small girl. "I've taken
some large toys, and even managed the tips of all of a couple of hands, but
what I want is your full fist inside me. I want to feel you using your arm
as a large cock to fuck me as your mouth sucks at my clit. I want you to
fill me like I've never been filled before."

The girl looked up at her with passion as the thought filled her
mind. Jasmine could see the anticipation for what was about to happen fill
her as she waited for her instructions for what to do to accomplish the
task set before her. She had thought about checking for some baby oil to
use as lube before having come down to the bedroom, but the girl's hands
were small and she was so wet, she had no doubt that the girl's hand would
be able to fit in her, even if it was a bit tightly. She liked the idea of
making the girl work a little for it and sensation of the small fist
filling her with no extra lube was intoxicating.

She shifted slightly as she guided the girl to lay between her spread
legs. She could look down over her smooth stomach and see the bright eyes
staring back up at her as she waited for her next instructions. Jasmine
swallowed a lump of nervous anticipation and she readied for what was to
come.  "Start with just a couple of fingers. Work them in and out and give
them a few twists and start opening me up, then start working in more
fingers," she instructed the girl.

The girl nodded at her Mistress' instructions and shifted to slide two
fingers into the wet hole before her. She could feel the slick walls of her
mistress' sex grasping and pulling at her fingers as she worked them in and
out and she soon slid in a third finger to join the others.

Her fingers weren't large and didn't penetrate deep into her mistress and
she could feel with every plunge of her fingers the woman trying to take
them more and deeper. The sex grasped at her fingers, but not tightly, and
she twisted and turned her wrists and she worked the fingers in and out and
soon she added her pinky to the others and felt the sex grasping tighter at
her hand as she managed to plunge them a little deeper than before.

With each thrust of her hand, she let her thumb flick over her mistress'
clit and felt the muscled walls clench at the rest of her fingers with each
flick. She watched as the woman's eyes half closed as she focused on the
pleasures lower in her body and the small part of her that worried she
wouldn't be able to fit in the fullness of her hand began to fade. Even as
tight as the clenching at her fingers felt, she could feel them wanting for
more and wanting it deeper.

"Mmmm, that feels so fucking good, slave," her mistress moaned as the thumb
once again flicked over her clit. "But I want your fist in me. Work it all
in, you dirty slut. Feed your entire fist into my hungry snatch. Fist me
hard and deep and suck at my clit. I want to cum on your fist not just your
fingers, cunt. Now get the rest of your hand in there and fuck me!"

The words made something low in her gut turn and churn and pleasure as yet
another forward thrust of her fingers was met by a bucking up the hips
trying to take her deeper. She turned her thumb into her palm like she had
seen done in so many videos and thrust into her mistress. For the first
time she met true resistance as she pushed to get the fullness of her hand
inside the goddess before her. She felt the body strain and push back at
her wanting more but not taking it at first and she pulled back starting to
fuck the woman with as much of her hand as she could manage feeling the
tightness loosen a little with each thrust as the hips bucked harder trying
to take that last bit inside until suddenly she watched as first her hand
and then her wrist slid inside her wanting goddess.

"OH GOD YES!" her mistress growled as the fist fully entered her. "Fuck me,
slave! Fuck me with your fist as you suck at my clit! Make me cum you
little slut! Fuck me deep and fuck me hard with your fist and arm!"

She thrilled at the words as she shifted as best she could lowering her
mouth to clit before her as she pulled out to the wrist before pushing
forward driving her fist as deeply as she could into the hungry hole.

It took her a few thrusts to work her arm into a rhythm as she licked and
sucked at the sensitive nub before her and soon she was working in nearly
half her forearm into her Mistress as she bucked and tried to take more and
the tight walls grabbed and pulled at her arm. All the while her mistress'
groans, moans and dirty words filled the room and filled her with pleasure.

She shifted positions to better drive her arm in and out straddling one of
the well-muscled legs of her mistress, and let out a moan of her own as she
lowered herself down and felt the friction as the writhing leg rubbed up
and down against her clit pulling a moan of pleasure from her body as she
continued to suck at the tender clit before her.

She could feel the orgasm hit her mistress moments before it a long moan
escaped the woman's lips as all the muscles that had been grasping and
pulling at her hand and forearm clamped down and convulsed on her thrusting
arm. She felt her mistress go stiff beneath her for a long second before
she began to shiver in waves of pleasure and she attacked the clit harder
with her mouth and continued to fuck the clenching sex as best as she
could. The body bucked and shook beneath her and then as another moan
filled her ears, she felt herself being soaked as the explosion of her
Mistress' juices washed over her in an unexpected rush. The warm liquid
splashed over her chin and coated her chest as her Mistress continued to
shake and writhe and her sex clenched as the engulfed forearm.

The girl found herself stunned and frozen at the intensity and duration of
the orgasm as the goddess that was her Mistress continued to moan and
shiver only slowly coming down from the pinnacle of her orgasm and the
contractions around her arm began to diminish before finally stopping as
the last of her Mistress' moans faded away and she stopped shaking.  She
couldn't believe it. Her fist was still buried inside the goddess and she
lay back on the pillows shining with sweat and glowing with pleasure and
satisfaction. Not only had she been able to pleasure her Mistress, she had
been able to do it in a way that no one else had ever done before!

She felt an embarrassed flush of pride color her body as she began to move
her arm in and out once again in long, slow strokes that made her Mistress
shiver in micro-orgasms as she recovered from her earlier explosion. She
had done it. She had done as she had been asked and proved herself to her
goddess. She was hungry for so much more and waited excitedly for her
Mistress to stir and give her new orders.

Jasmine looked down her body at the girl between her legs, arm buried
inside her halfway to the fist. The girl was glowing and the look of
satisfied pleasure on her face made her wonder if the only thing that was
keeping her from floating was the fist anchoring her down. The orgasm had
been every bit as intense as she imagined it would be, and she had felt
herself squirt as the orgasm had overtaken her. She was sure that the
comforter and sheets beneath her were soaked, but she doubted the girl
cared that she was going to have to do an extra load of laundry before her
mother got home.

Right now though, Jasmine needed to get moving. It was getting late and if
she stayed much later, one of the neighbors might decide to check on them
even with the storm. She had one last idea for that night and it was a
doozy. After the pleasure the girl had just brought her, she considered
skipping it that night. But then again, she didn't know when she'd have the
chance again.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as she shifted and caught the slave's attention. "That
was amazing, slave. Now it is time to move on though. I have one last idea
planned for the night before I go, and we can't do it positioned like
this."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," the slave said with a quick nod
before slowly pulling her fist out from inside. It had been such a strange
feeling to have the fist go in, and it was an even stranger feeling to have
it removed leaving her feeling empty and aching in a way she had never
imagined. The fist was slick coated with her cum and she watched as the
girl began to lick as her fingers and hand tasting all that was her
Mistress. It was an amazingly erotic sight and Jasmine finally managed to
stir enough to shift and sit up before kissing the girl hard on the lips
and tasting her sex and orgasm powerfully on the girl's lips and face as
her kisses explored the full of the girl's coated and shining face. Each
kiss made her want to devour the girl and push her back on the bed and once
again bring the girl to an orgasm of her own. She could have spent the
night exploring the girl with her mouth and fingertips, that would have to
wait for another evening and reluctantly she broke away from the girl and
looked down on the adoring face waiting for the next command.

"I have one last task for you this evening, slut," she said. "It won't be
nearly as much fun as this last task, but life can't be all fun and
orgasms, can it." The girl's face went from curious and excited to serious
and ready in a heartbeat as she nodded back and shifted and Jasmine once
again smiled at just how eager and willing the little slut really was.

Jasmine got shakily too her feet and swayed slightly at the rush of blood
to her head as she regain her balance. The last orgasm had hit her hard and
as she looked back at her slave still kneeling on the bed, she saw just how
badly she had soaked the bed. "I guess you're going to have to do a load of
laundry tonight, slave," she said casually trying to hide her
embarrassment, the bed wouldn't have been that soaked if she had wet
it. "It is a small price to pay though for the amazing amount of pleasure
you brought your Mistress though. Wash up quickly and meet me in the
kitchen with your camera and tripod."

The girl looked down at the stain as she finished and saw nearly a third of
the comforter looked to be wet with gush of sex and Jasmine saw the shocked
look of amazement on her tiny glowing face. "Yes, Mistress she replied as
she sprang quickly to her feet before dropping to her kneels and crawling
for the bathroom.

Jasmine watched the girl's delicious reddened and bruised ass as it left
the room and began to make her way slowly on rubbery legs back to the
kitchen. She knew she was about to push the girl to unexpected limits, and
a little part of her thrilled at wondering how the girl would manage it.

Reaching the kitchen, Jasmine began to get dressed and was just pulling on
her skirt as the girl came down the stairs carrying the tripod and
camera. She caught the slight disappointment in the girl's eyes at the
sight of her dressed, but time was running short and she need to go and the
girl still had so much left in the night before her.

"Set up the tripod and camera facing the sliding glass door, and then stand
with your legs spread on the mat before the door," Jasmine ordered as she
sat down to put her shoes on.

The girl quickly moved and set up the equipment as requested and moved into
place just as she'd been asked.

"Do you know what this is?" Jasmine asked before tossing a small bottle to
the girl who easily caught it.

"It says it is cinnamon oil, Mistress," the girl replied sounding confused
as to what was happening.

"Do you know what effect cinnamon oil has sensitive flesh, slut?"

"No, Mistress."

"It burns, slut. It burns with an intensity that is hard to explain. It
burns in the same way eating hot chili peppers burns, but on much more
tender areas. It burns and aches with a primal power that is hard to
quantify. What you're going to do is you're going to turn on the camera and
talk to it like you were making me a video. In the video you're going to
pour the oil onto your fingers and then you're going to rub your fingers
fully up your slit and over your clit. Then you're going to kneel there
before the camera for as long as you can take the burn for up to ten
minutes. When the burn becomes too much, you're going to crawl out into the
snow and use that to quench the fire burning on your flesh," Jasmine
explained in a cool, yet seductive voice.

Jasmine could see the girl swallow hard as she digested the instructions
and a shiver ran through the young girl's body. Her eyes grew large as she
digested the instructions, and Jasmine felt her body shiver with delight.

"Yes, Mistress," her slave replied with a slight shake to her voice. "I
will do the best I can to last as long as I can and to follow your
instructions.

"There is a reward if you succeed, my slave," Jasmine said as he circled
the girl letting her fingers trail over the hot, bare flesh. "If you manage
a full ten minutes, I will allow you a week of as many orgasms as you can
give yourself. You will be free to give yourself as many orgasms as you
want." She had let her hand trail down between the girl's legs at this last
sentence and caress gently at her clit sending another wave of blissful
shivers through the girl's body.

"Thank you, Mistress. That would be amazing," the slave replied with a
heated near moan.

"There is a flip side to this though," she said pulling her finger away
from the slave's clit. "If you don't succeed, you will deny yourself for
the week. You will still play with yourself, at least twice a day, but you
will not allow yourself to cum. You will deny yourself the release that you
did not earn." She teased the girl's nipples as the spoke making the girl
tense with pleasure.

"I understand, Mistress. If I don't earn my orgasms, I will not be allowed
to have them."

Jasmine let the nipple drop from her fingers as she walked away from the
girl and gathered the last of her things leaving the girl still standing
nude and beautiful before the dark blankness of the sliding door framing
her. It was a delicious sight and Jasmine felt her own exhausted body
stirring again at the beauty of the site. She gathered the last of her
things and stood far out of frame in the entryway to the living room as her
slave waited for further instructions. She savored the view of the girl not
knowing when she would get another chance to see her so close and naked
again and resisted the temptation to strip away her clothes again and use
the girl again right there on the kitchen floor. It was getting too late
though and she couldn't risk a neighbor gossiping about her staying too
late at the house of student, and with a sigh she gave her final orders,
"You may begin, slut. Talk as if I wasn't here and I will let myself out
quietly after you've begun."

The girl nodded and dropped to her knees before crawling to the
camera. Taking a few minutes to carefully set up the camera at the right
height and angle before hitting the record button and crawling to the same
spot she had just left on the mat, the bottle of cinnamon oil waiting for
her. "Hello, Mistress," the girl said into the camera. "I'm a little
nervous about this assignment, but I will do my best to fulfill your
requirements." She watched as the girl picked up the bottle of cinnamon oil
and trembled slightly as her fingers shook trying to control her desires
and dread. "This is the cinnamon oil just as you asked, Mistress."

She watched as the girl poured the oil onto her fingers and moved the oily
fingers between her legs rubbing them fully up and down her slit and over
her clit. The change on the girl's face was almost instant as the burning
began. The girl locked her hands behind her neck as she tried to hold
herself still as the burning grew as she looked into the camera and once
again spoke, "I will now do as you have requested and wait ten minutes
before removing the oil."

Jasmine felt herself tempted to watch the full show, but resisted the urge
and turned toward the door and quietly made her exit. A couple of new
inches of snow had fallen since she'd entered the house, and she carefully
made her way through the deepening snow to her car quickly clearing the new
snow from her windshield before starting the short but slow drive home. She
felt exhilarated from the night and couldn't believe the luck she had had
having the girl to herself for those precious hours. She could feel the
ache of sexual release weigh her down as the cool of the night and the
everyday actions of cleaning snow from her car brought her back to
reality. She was ready for a good night's sleep and feeling fully sexually
satisfied for the first time since Thanksgiving.

Her house was cool, dark and empty as she entered into it and made her way
through the dark rooms yawning deeply as she reached the
bedroom. Exhilaration had turned to exhaustion and she stripped quickly
changing into her warm winter pajamas before crawling under the sheets and
drifting off to sleep wondering if her slave had manage the full ten
minutes or not.



Jasmine woke up Saturday morning in a wave of bliss-filled memories. A wish
had been granted the night before as she had finally been able to get her
hands on the beautiful young girl and tried and tested her in so many
different ways. The stirring memories started stirring things lower in her
body and her hands slid down her body to her crotch as she began to caress
herself through her panties.

She looked forward to seeing the video that had been made and wondered how
long her slave had stood the torment before relenting and plunging into the
snow. It had been a bit of a cruel final torment she'd given the girl, but
it had been so fun to see the look of torment on her face before stepping
out the door and returning home. She teased her clit a little as the memory
of gasps and cries came back to her and shivered in satisfied pleasure
recalling her part in giving the girl both so much pleasure and pain. It
had felt so good and she couldn't wait to have another opportunity to push
the girl even further.

With a sigh she pulled her hand from her pajamas and pushed thoughts of the
night before and the video that would be delivered on Monday to the
side. Today was another busy day and she had too much to accomplish to
spend the day languidly in bed remember and fantasizing.

Throwing the covers to the side, Jasmine shivered as the cold morning air
rushed over her body. The floor was cold beneath her feet and she
quickstepped across the hardwood floors and into the bathroom where the
bathmat wasn't quite warm, but it lacked the heat sucking cold of the wood
floor. A look in the mirror showed she was still flush and glowing with
satisfaction. Her nipples were hard clearly pushing out from beneath her
pajama top and tingled for a moment as she remembered the small eager mouth
sucking and licking at them as delicate fingers probed her sex. They had
both wanted and needed more, but the evening had at least quenched their
desires and proven that their desire for each other was real.

Breaking the gaze with her mirrored self, Jasmine began her day stripped,
and stepped into the shower. She was having guests over that night and the
house needed to be cleaned and prepped before everyone descended on her
home. There were papers to grade and lessons to plan as well, but that
could be put aside until later in the afternoon or the next day.

The shower felt amazing and helped clear her mind of the intense memories
of the night before. The hot water felt amazing on her body and washed away
the lingering scents of sex and her slave the had clung to her skin and
brought fresh memories with every breath. The scents faded beneath soap and
hot water and Jasmine felt refreshed and renewed when she finally stepped
from the showers steamy grasp.

Feeling reinvigorated, Jasmine dressed in a pair of old sweatpants and a
T-shirt and grabbed a simple breakfast of fruit and cereal before starting
in on her cleaning. The house wasn't particularly dirty, but it was a big
house and she had let some of the cleaning slide since she was the only
person around most of the time.

The cleaning, snow shoveling, shopping and decorating had taken most of the
morning and afternoon, and Jasmine found herself scrambling to shower and
change for the party before her friends arrived. She had promised Stacey
and Harrison that she would throw a party for everyone once the hot tub had
been installed and had decided to throw a Hawaiian themed party. Despite
the cold, the house and back patio were decorated with decorations and tiki
torches.  Harrison had offered to man the grill for the night, and Jasmine
and put together a selection of movies set in Hawaii to play in the movie
room for people to watch as they pleased. Island music played through the
living room speakers and food and plates covered the dining room table.

Jasmine had showered again and changed into one of her more conservative
two-piece bikinis and a sarong for the party and turned up the heat
throughout the house and was just starting to feel like she could relax
when the first guests started to arrive.

The party was a success and everyone made several trips out to the hot tub
during the course of the night despite the biting cold that accompanied
each and every trip to and from the water. Harrison manned the grill often
clad in no more than a swimsuit as he walked from the hot tub across the
deck to the grill to check on the meat acting as if the cold had not effect
on him. Everyone was talking about their annual New Year's trip to the ski
slopes as Mark tried to get down final numbers so he could make room
assignments for parents and kids in the two cabins they were
renting. Jasmine wasn't exactly looking forward to the trip, but the first
trip without William would still be better than New Year's home alone
without William.

Jasmine had been tempted to announce to her friends that Stacey had
volunteered to be party's serving girl for the evening, based on her
comments to be her slave if she put in a hot tub, and had even mentioned
the idea to Stacey after she had arrived putting the most satisfactory and
ridiculous look of pleading shock on her friend's face, but relented after
another moment of leaving her friend suffering in terror.

She was exhausted by the time the last guest left taking time to do only
the most basic of cleaning up before heading to bed and falling into a deep
sleep.



The bell rang to end fifth period Monday and Jasmine let out a sigh as she
moved to her desk. Sunday had been busy with cleaning up, grading and
lesson prep, and the students had begun to get twitchy as winter break
neared. They hadn't been exactly misbehaved, but it had taken more work
than usual to keep them focused and working. Three classes had papers due
before the break and ever-approaching deadline wasn't close enough yet to
have them panicking and focusing on the research time she had given them
that day. She had made it clear papers were due before the break so she
could get them graded over break and anyone turning the assignment in late
was going to face severe penalties.

A moment later there was a knock on the door and Jasmine smiled as she got
up from her seat and crossed the room to let Julie in. Her stomach
fluttered briefly as she thought of the video she would get to watch that
evening and she speculated for the first time since Saturday morning about
how long the girl had managed to stand the torment.

"Hello, Mrs. LeBlanc," Julie said as she came into the classroom and made
her way to her usual desk. "I hope you had a good weekend."

"Hello, Julie," Jasmine said following the girl across the room. "I
did. Busy but good. I had friends over on Saturday to show off my new hot
tub."

"That sounds like fun. I spent the time trying to get used to the new
workout schedule and eating plan you developed for me. It didn't seem that
bad when you talked me through it, but as I looked it over on Saturday and
went grocery shopping with my mom, I realized just how much work it was
going to take to adapt to and keep up with."

Jasmine chuckled lightly. She knew it was likely that Julie would realize
it wasn't going to be as easy as she first thought eventually and was happy
to know it happened sooner than later as it meant she was paying attention
to the details. "Well no one ever said making varsity would be easy. I'll
tell you this, it will take some getting used to, but once you have gotten
used to it, it becomes easier." The look on Julie's face brightened a bit
at Jasmine's words. "Of course that takes about a year." She watched the
Julie's face drop a bit and smiled.

"My mom told me to tell you she was sorry she missed dinner on Friday and
to thank you for her for the work you put into the information. She was
amazed at just how much detail you'd gone into on things."

"Well you made an excellent hostess on your own, Julie. I was sorry to miss
her and still feel bad about intruding on your house without your mother
there especially as she was the one to invite me. I'm sure the last thing
any student wants in the teacher to spend the evening at their house, so
thank you for having me over despite your mother not being present."

"Thank you, Mrs. LeBlanc," Julie said with a little smile and slight blush.

Jasmine got up from her seat and stretched, "Excuse me for a moment,
Julie. I need to go into the building and I'll be back in a few minutes."
Jasmine placed the blank card at the corner of her desk as she passed and
made her way to the door. She needed to get out of the room for a minute or
risk saying something inappropriate. The conversation was brushing the
edges of going too far and she needed to remove the risk.

"Okay, Mrs. LeBlanc. I have plenty of work to get done, so I might as well
get started now," Julie said as she dug out her math book.

Jasmine left the class and made her way into the building and spent most of
the rest of class dropping off papers to be copied and talking to a few of
her fellow teachers. She was a little worried that she had been right on
Friday night that if someone saw her and Julie together they would know
something was going on there. Their last conversation had seemed innocent,
but it had skirted so many things that shouldn't be talked about. She was
going to have to work on her poker face.

Julie was just packing up for the end of the day when Jasmine returned to
the class. She'd been too busy that weekend for a trip to the gym and the
stress of worrying about what her relationship with Julie would look like
to an outsider had her wound up and needing physical release. She'd enjoy
the video later that evening but first she needed to clear her head. "Did
you manage to get much of your work done while I was gone?" She asked as
she sat back down.

"I got my math and most of my history done which was the largest part of my
homework. The rest will be easy to take care of after I get home from the
rec center," Julie said as she slipped her backpack on and looked at the
clock trying to mentally countdown the final few seconds until the bell
rang.

"Well I hope the rest goes quickly for you, Julie. Have a good afternoon
and good luck with the workout," she replied just as the bell rang as Julie
moved for the door in a move of Pavlovian conditioning.

Julie waved over her shoulder as she left the classroom and Jasmine smiled
as she picked up the memory card and slipped it into her purse. It would be
quite an interesting show to watch that evening.



Jasmine was exhausted as she stepped into her house at five that
evening. Her body had been craving the exercise and she'd found her grove
early in the workout and pushed herself in that exhilarating way that only
happens when in that perfect balance of mind and body. It hadn't been the
angered stress of when she'd first hit on Julie where she'd pushed herself
in a mind-numbing haze, but a controlled push of her body to new heights.

She'd stopped at the library long enough to check to see if her slave had
left a message for her, but as expected there hadn't been one. She hadn't
left any instructions for the girl, so there was nothing for her to report
back on that hadn't been included in the video on the card buried in her
purse.

Making up a plate of leftovers, Jasmine made her way to the living room and
enjoyed her dinner while watching the news. The video wouldn't be a long
one and she wanted to savor it after dinner and possibly before a soak in
the hot tub to ease her well-used muscles.

With dinner done and the news over, Jasmine smiled an evil grin and made
her way to the bedroom retrieving a set of beads and her favorite rabbit
vibrator, before stripping off her clothes. She wondered what her friends
would think if they knew most of the time she had spent in the hot tub they
had all enjoyed the evening before, she done naked. She shrugged and
returned to the living room retrieving the card from her purse on the way.

There were two videos on the card which surprised Jasmine only expecting
the one, but she knew her curiosity would be sated soon enough as she took
a moment to work the beads into her ass. She pressed the button to start
the video and settled back into the couch as she turned on the vibrator and
let the tip play over her clit as the screen came to life.

The scene was just as she had remembered it before leaving the house. Julie
was crawling away from the camera she had just started before kneeling on
the kitchen floor with her legs spread wide and the bottle sitting next to
her. The bruise on her breast from where she had bitten it was glowing red
in stark contrast to the rest of her chest and made Jasmine smile knowing
that mark more than the spanking was her way of having marked the girl as
hers. The mark did worry her a little though as unlike the bruises on her
ass, it couldn't be explained by a slip and fall on the ice. She hoped that
the clear bite mark shape of the bruise had faded to look more like a
bruise in the passing days.

"Hello, Mistress," Julie said into the camera. "I'm a little nervous about
this assignment, but I will do my best to fulfill your requirements."
Jasmine remember the girl speaking those words as she'd been told as
Jasmine had watched well clear of the camera in the living room entryway.

Her slave gulped on screen as she picked up the bottle and held it label
out to the camera. "This is the cinnamon oil just as you asked, Mistress."
The girl opened the bottle and poured the oil over the fingers of her hand
and swallowed hard. Her hand moved stiffly as it went lower down her body
and finally between her thighs to her slit. The look on the girl's face on
the screen was just as she remembered it from vantage point as the heat
from the cinnamon kicked in. She finished coating her lips and clit with
the oil before putting the bottle aside and locking her fingers behind her
head without making a noise, but Jasmine knew it wasn't likely to last.

"I will now do as you have requested and wait ten minutes before removing
the oil," the girl said as the look on her face was already beginning to
grow desperate. That had been when she had left and she was curious as to
just how well the girl had done as she let the rabbit slip buzzing into her
hole.

It wasn't long before the girl began to squeak and bite her lip to keep in
control. Jasmine watched in fascination as she fought to keep her hands
locked in place behind her head as her body twitched and shook as she
fought the urge to move and do something about the burning. One minute
passed and the girl's breathing had turned to pants and her arms trembled
even more as she fought not to unlock them from behind her head. Jasmine
sped up the thrusting of the vibrator in and out of her hole moaning each
time the ears tickled at her clit.

Another minute passed and Jasmine watched as a tear ran down the girl's
cheek and she began to sob in pain. By the third minute the girl couldn't
keep her hands behind her head any longer. She fought to keep them off her
crotch, but they were wrapped around her stomach and clawed at her sides
fighting her urge to move them to her crotch as if it would somehow protect
her from the burning. Jasmine wondered if she would put her hands back in
her crotch trying to soothe the pain. She was sure the girl had forgotten
that her fingers were just as coated in the oil and would only add to the
burning.

Four minutes in and the girl had collapsed to her stomach on the kitchen
floor and she was crying freely as she fought the driving urge to
extinguish the burning in her crotch. Jasmine felt bad for the girl, and
wondered if she'd set the time limit too long overly tormenting the girl
beyond what she could take. The thought didn't lessen her desire though and
she drove the rabbit in and out with hard, body shuddering thrusts.

By the five minute mark, the girl had curled up into a ball lost in gasping
sobs, and Jasmine found herself truly aching and feeling sorry for her
slave. The girl was fighting so hard to do as she had been ordered and it
was making her hurt in ways she couldn't believe. Jasmine wished she was
there so she could ease the girl's pain and clean the girl's lips before
taking her time and bringing the girl back into the world of pleasure with
her mouth and tongue. She was still entranced by the view on the screen
though and never stopped in her self-pleasuring as her free hand began to
tease and play with her hard aching nipples.

It wasn't quite six minutes when the girl made the mistake of trying to cup
her pussy with her hands and howled as her oil slick fingers only added to
the torment she was feeling. It was all that was needed to break the girl
as she fought clumsily to get to her hands and knees and crawl to the back
door. Jasmine watched enjoying the view of the girl's bruised and beaten
ass as she fought to get the door open, her actions clumsy with haste and
pain.

The door was barely open enough for the girl to squeeze through when she
crawled into the darkness of the backyard. The glare from the room's lights
turned the sliding glass door into a mirror so Jasmine couldn't watch as
the girl knelt in the snow and buried her crotch in the snow as the wind
whipped around her naked body.

Jasmine remembered what the girl looked like when she had sent her out to
piss in the snow and tried to imagine what the girl looked like now as all
the cold around her was probably lost in the relief of having the burning
in her crotch slowly dissipated. Her imagination wrapped around the image
of the girl kneeling in the snow as she rubbed snow into her crotch trying
to wash away the oil that burned at her most tender spot, and the image
pushed her closer to the edge. It might have been close to the edge to have
the girl oil herself like she had, but Jasmine savored her slave's torment
as worked the rabbit in and out.

Jasmine came as she replayed the scene in her mind as time clicked by on
the TV and the girl still hadn't returned to the kitchen. It wasn't a large
orgasm, but it made her shudder with pleasure and made her hunger for more
later that evening. An image of the girl kneeling in the snow next to the
hot tub holding a drink for her as she soaked in the wonderfully hot water
made her shiver pleasurably as her body continued to tingle with the after
effects of the orgasm.

Another minute passed before the slave crawled back into the kitchen from
the darkness of the back yard. She was wet and shivering badly as she
fought to close the door behind her. Another delightful shiver swept
through Jasmine's body as the girl retook her position kneeling before the
camera and the red on her thighs and stomach became clear from where she
had thrust herself down into the snow. The girl's teeth were chattering and
Jasmine savored the view as she fought to keep her hands at her sides
instead of wrapping them around her body in a desperate attempt to warm
herself up.

"W-w-well, M-m-mistress," the girl began through chattering teeth, "I-I
w-wasn't able to make it ten minutes. I'm s-sorry. The burn was just too
much. I-I won't cum again this week. I'm sorry, Mistress, that I wasn't
able to complete the task you gave me, but it was such an intense burning
that couldn't take it any longer. I promise to try harder next time,
Mistress." The girl finished before crawling towards the camera to turn it
off.

Jasmine was relieved that the girl didn't sound quite as distraught as she
had in the past when she hadn't been able to complete a task set for
her. She wasn't sure if that was the girl's growing understanding that
Jasmine didn't expect her to always be able to achieve every task,
especially this early on, or if it was because the girl was just too cold
and relieved to be rid of the burn to care of much beyond that. She loved
pushing the girl to her limits and looked forward to the opportunity to do
so more in the future.

Curious about the second video, Jasmine pushed the button to start it
playing. The video started and the slave stood in the entry way to her
house wearing a snowsuit and smiling at the camera. "Good morning,
Mistress," she said with a smile. "Last night was amazing. My body still
aches with the memories. I slept badly last night as my mind continually
drifted back to the memories of what happened. My cunt aches. Not from the
oil, but from the need to be touched and I have never been so wet. I want
to cum so badly, Mistress, but I know I am not allowed. I don't know how
I'll do it, but I promise you, Mistress, I will make it to next Friday
without bringing myself off." The girl was almost glowing with energy as
she beamed at the camera. It was clear how much her slave had enjoyed their
play time together. Jasmine had enjoyed it as well and she was just as
desirous to get her hands on the girl again. She wanted to torment the girl
and make her beg to cum. She wanted to feel the girl's quick, eager tongue
lapping at her clit and probing at her asshole as the girl drove her
fingers into her Mistress' wet hole. The thought made her hand speed up as
she listened to the slave talk in the video.

"I decided to do something special today as I shoveled, Mistress, and I
thought you would like to see," The girl said as her hands went to the
zipper on her snow suit and slowly lowered it down to her crotch before
pulling it open.

The girl was nude beneath the snowsuit; well mostly nude. Ropes
crisscrossed the girl's body binding her breasts and splitting her cunt
lips. A knot was tied to it hit right against the slut's clit, and the
ropes that pulled her breasts together squeezed them in a way that seemed
to add a cup and a half to the girl's chest. The bite of the night before
had turned into a sickly blue-black bruise and Jasmine felt another twinge
of worry and slightly regretted having bit into the tasty apple of the
girl's breast.

"I found a picture of how to do rope bondage under clothing a few months
ago, Mistress, and since then I've wanted to try it. It is nearly
impossible to see when wearing clothing, especially baggy clothing, and
from what I've noticed just since I put it on, every time I bend over, it
pulls the ropes wickedly up into my cunt and ass. My tits are already
aching from their bondage, and I know it will only grow worse as the time
passes." The girl shivered as she shifted and bent a little to show the
camera just how the ropes bit into her as she moved.

"Every time I bend over to get another shovelful of snow, the rope will saw
into my cunt and knots will rub at my clit and asshole. It will be hard to
control myself, Mistress, but it will ache so wonderfully as well." Jasmine
was panting now as she watched the girl show off her bondage. She could see
her slave's hands grasping in and out of fists as she fought the desire to
touch herself. She wish she'd thought of the bondage and she wanted to bend
the girl over as she wore the rig and spank her ass with the strap before
giving the rope a yank and sending the girl on her way.

"One more thing, Mistress," her slave said as she reached into the pockets
of her snowsuit pulling out a handful of clothespins. "I know how much you
love to see your slut's body decorated." A plastic mouth bit into each of
the girl's nipples pulling pained gasps from the girl's lips and a long
moan from Jasmine's throat. A pair of the clips went on each pussy lip as
well pulling yelps from the slave and new moans from Jasmine. God the girl
knew how to push her buttons.

"That should be enough to help keep me focused and working, Mistress," the
slave said before zipping up her suit. I hope you enjoy picturing me bound
as I'm out shoveling snow, Mistress and I look forward to your next
assignment."

With those final words, the girl stepped forward and turned off the
camera. Jasmine moaned again at the vivid image of the girl's bound and
clamped breasts just under the snowsuit and tried to imagine how much it
all must have made the girl ache with every shovelful of snow. She only
wished the girl had included a video of herself when she had come in and
removed the clamps and bindings. She tried to imagine where she could send
the girl bound as she had been and wondered how long she could take the
rope pulling and rubbing into her crotch. She panted at the thought of the
girl spending the day running errands pantyless and in a skirt as the ropes
taunted her for an afternoon.

The image was enough to push her over the edge again into another orgasm as
she panted and heaved as the waves of pleasure cascaded through
her. Eventually she'd train the slut to go out with one or both holes
stuffed with toys and the thought intensified the orgasm as it made all the
muscles on her body tense and release wildly.

The vibrator was still buried in her wet hole, but her fingers had gone
limp around it and as another wave of pleasure sent shivers and convulsions
through her body, the gelled vibrator was shot out of her body landing at
her feet as it continued to buzz move on its own over the floor.

Jasmine savored the afterglow of her pleasure for another minute before
moving to pick up and turn off the vibrator at her feet. Every video the
girl made, made Jasmine want to devour her even more and her mind filled
with thoughts of future ideas and tasks for the willing young slut. She
placed the rabbit on the table and blushed as she realized she'd been so
lost in the moment she'd forgotten to put in the beads she'd meant to
add. She contemplated putting them in before her soak, but changed her
mind. She was feeling a wonderfully perfect buzz of satisfaction and she
didn't want to ruin the warm glow that filled her.

The warm glow carried her through cleaning up the toys, storing the video,
and clearing the card before she made her way out to the waiting hot tub
nearly floating. She knew she'd have to write the girl the next morning,
but at that moment, all she wanted was a good long soak to ease her sore
muscles and relax her body as her mind played through the video again and
again. The air bit viciously as she walked naked to the hot tub, but she
hardly seemed to notice as she fought to remove the lid before sliding into
the water's hot, soothing embrace.  Her slave was a treasure she had barely
begun to explore and she couldn't wait to find out what other treasures
waited to be uncovered.



The week passed with the frustrating slowness as Jasmine felt like every
day was a batter to herd her students in the right direction and keep them
focused as they counted down towards winter break. There was nearly a week
left, but their minds seemed to have already departed on break and could
care less about the projects, papers, and assignments due in the next week.

The weather hadn't helped and a rare wave of passing storms had kept the
snow falling and the temperatures low all week, and the students were
getting a case of cabin fever. She hadn't given a detention for misbehavior
in a class in over a year, but in the last two days she'd had to give out
five. She wasn't the only one having problems, and the talk in the
teacher's lounge had been about hoping the storms would let up for the
weekend so the kids could get out and burn off some the energy that had
them bouncing off the walls.

She looked up at Julie who was sitting quietly in her desk grading the
vocab quizzes she'd given that day and smiled thinking back to the weekend
before. She'd sent a quick message to the girl on Tuesday telling her she
was proud of how well she'd done and how much she had delighted in seeing
her bound and imagined how much the ropes must have sawed and tormented her
as she'd shoveled the snow. The girl had replied with a message describing
how the ropes had sawed and tormented her keeping her on the edge of orgasm
the entire time she'd been out in the cold. She'd also hinted at a surprise
for her Mistress that Friday that had Jasmine wondering what the girl had
in mind. She planned on stopping by the library after the gym that
afternoon to check for an email, but had no idea what the girl had in mind.

She'd briefly flirted with the idea of the girl inviting her over again for
an evening of pleasure, but she knew she couldn't accept that without
making people wonder. If the girl had something in mind, Jasmine was
clueless as to what it was.

"Mrs. LeBlanc, may I go use the restroom please?" Julie asked breaking
Jasmine out of her drifting thoughts.

"Of course, Julie. You hardly need to ask, it isn't like you are
interrupting a lesson," she replied with a smile and admired the girl as
she got to her feet.

"Thank you, Mrs. LeBlanc," Julie said as she passed by her desk, her
fingers just brushing over the corner of the desk leaving a memory card
behind as she turned and made her way to the door. She smiled at the sight
of the card and as soon as the door closed, she dug into her purse and
swapped it for the blank one inside. She hadn't given the girl any
assignments that week, choosing to let her adjust to her new workout
routine and diet, before adding anything new for the girl to try. Of course
the girl could have made daily videos of her playing with herself, and a
flush spread up her face as she imagined watching video after video of the
young girl pushing herself to the edge only to stop every time. It would
make for a delicious after dinner treat and Jasmine felt her pussy grow wet
in excitement.

A knock on the door a few minutes later, drew Jasmine out of her imaginings
and she got up to let Julie back into the classroom. "Thank you,
Mrs. LeBlanc," Julie said as she followed her back into the classroom and
to the desk expertly taking up the memory card in her hand as she passed
and sat back down to the stack of papers that she was grading without
another look.

The bell rang a short while later and Julie put the pile of papers that had
been graded in one stack and the ones that remained in another before
gathering up her stuff and making her way to the door with barely a
word. Jasmine's mind had drifted to the memory card again and had hardly
noticed the girl's leaving as she imagined the wonders the card could
contain. A half hour later, she gathered up her things including the papers
she needed to finish grading over the weekend and she was out the door and
free.

Two hours later Jasmine arrived home, errands ran, and body aching from a
hard workout at the gym. Her mind was fully occupied with what might be
contained on the card, and she fought to push her curiosity aside as she
prepared dinner.

Half way through making the meal, she stopped and made her way to the
bedroom. Quickly she stripped down and tossing aside her clothes as she
pulled her suitcase full of toys out from under the bed. She selected a
small vibrating plug and her ben-wa balls and quickly slid them all into
place. She moaned as she slid the lubed plug into place and turned on its
vibrations as a light shudder rushed through her body as her nipples grew
hard and tingled. She stood up carefully as she felt the balls adjust
inside and slowly walked back down the hall as the balls shifted inside of
her and echoed the vibrations of the plug as the pressed up against it
through her body.

It felt so good to feel the sensual, sexual tease resonating through her
body as she continued to make her dinner, and she wished she had someone
there to share the experience with as she yearned with desire to feel the
touch of another body against her body, taking and returning pleasure. She
fought her desire to allow herself to be pulled over the edge then and
there and instead let the desire and energy build up in anticipation of
what the card would soon reveal to her.

She prolonged the self-torment as she slowly ate her dinner while watching
the evening news. With the meal finally done and the news over, Jasmine
cleaned up her dishes, retrieved the card from her purse, and selected her
rabbit vibrator from her room before returning to the couch. A moment later
she was looking at three videos waiting for her selection.

Jasmine clicked on the first video as she made herself comfortable on the
couch and watched as her slave walked away from the camera dressed like a
Catholic school girl down to the tie work loosely around her neck, the
knee-high white socks, and simple black leather dress shoes. The skirt was
short and swayed just below the girl's ass as she walked and Jasmine found
herself smiling as she guessed what this video might be.

"Mistress," the girl said as she turned to face the camera and smile. Her
makeup was lightly done but highlighted her youthful attractiveness and she
had taken the time to do her hair giving the short curly red locks an
artfully messy look, "you asked me to practice my striptease until I
thought I could do one more worthy of you. I have been working on it and
while it took me a little while to find the right songs and get the steps
and confidence right, I think I have it now. I hope you enjoy the dance,
Mistress." The last words were said with a nervous hopeful smile as she
moved just off screen and started the music.

The first beats of Love and Rockets "So Alive" began as Julie moved back to
the center of the living room she had cleared for dancing and she began to
sway her hips with the beat. She moved her hips just enough that Jasmine
kept expected to see a peek of the girl's panties beneath but the skirt
stayed just low enough to never give a full reveal.

As the lyrics started, the girl began to move. She moved towards the camera
with a heavy sway in her hips as her eyes burned with desire and her mouth
mimed the lyrics. She stopped as she hit an unseen mark on the floor and
spun turning her back to the camera stopping with her legs spread wide. The
song continued and her hips gyrated as bent at the knees and her hands ran
over her legs. She ground her way back up and her hands rode up her legs
pulling her skirt with it and Jasmine found herself moaning at the tease of
it, the back of the skirt facing the camera still fully in place revealing
nothing.

As the first verse ended and the chorus began, the skirt fell back into
place and her hands continued up her body and over her head. She turned
back to the camera and Jasmine saw that her eyes were closed as she
continued to mouth the words and sway with the music. The girl's arms moved
almost languidly as they came down and grabbed at the buttons on her
shirt. With a spin, the girl pulled the shirt open revealing the simple
white lace bra beneath and was able to catch a brief glimpse of matching
panties beneath the skirt as it rose with the twirl.

The shirt slid off the arms with a second twirl, but the tie remained, and
as the second verse began, she had returned to where she had begun her hips
swaying again as her hands ran over her bare, smooth stomach and over her
small, concealed breast. She ground her body down again as her fingers
played with her nipples through her bra before letting her hands glide down
her body to her knees her body going further down as her hands did.

Her thighs were nearly parallel to the floor as the instrumental hit and
she slowly began to rise again her hands pulling up her skirt as they too
made their way up her body revealing the lace panties beneath. She held the
skirt up for a second as her hips continued their swaying before letting it
drop.

Jasmine could feel her eyes growing wider, her heart racing as her body
flushed with arousal. The vibrator forgotten, her hand made her way between
her legs as she began to tease her clit as the girl teased her on screen.

The girl's hands moved to her waist and she spun again sending her skirt
fluttering around her waist. The first spin turned into a second and this
time as she spun the skirt flew away from her body, leaving the bright red
tie still hanging between her breasts as the only bit of color amidst the
white lace of the bra and panties and white knee socks.

She continued to sway and grind as the music played. Her hands worked over
her body cupping her crotch and running over her breast teasing and
taunting at what lay beneath. She wasn't trying to complicate the moment by
complicating the dance and instead focused on arousing her audience and it
worked as she showed off the delicious combination of sexuality and
innocence. Jasmine groaned as she continued to tease her clit her eyes
glued to the screen before her as her slave danced just for her.

The song ended with the girl turned from the camera, legs spread wide, bent
at the waist with her hands nearly on her ankles and Jasmine felt her mouth
watering at sight of the tight ass just waiting under the confines of white
lace.

The second song began with a simple acoustic guitar in a song Jasmine was
unfamiliar with, but stirred something low inside her. The girl rose and
swayed with the guitar and turned just as the man in the song began to
sing. "Touched. You say that I am too," the man sang as she mouthed the
words with them. She walked forward hips sway with the simple cords of the
guitar lost in the music as she mouthed the words. Jasmine found herself
staring hard at the girl's red lips mesmerized as they seemed to sing the
words.

A chorus of female voices began chanting with the guitar and the girl's
hands seemed to join in with the voices as the danced up and down her body
trailing over her body and thighs. Not reaching to undo or remove any more
clothing, but reminding the viewer of her sexuality and drawing the Jasmine
in even further.

As the piano began, the girl once again turned away from the camera her
hips still swaying with the guitar and her hands moved to her chest. Then
as the piano began to pound and was joined in by a pounding of drums and
other instruments, the girl exploded into a turn tearing the bra away from
her breasts exposing her chest of creamy white flesh with the shocking
strip of bright red tie landing in between her breasts.

The bra flew off with another spin and the girl was lost in the music eyes
closed as she mouthed the words with her red, pouting lips letting her body
move if not quite in rhythm with the music, along with it's boring
sensuality.

She began moving forward getting closer to the camera than she had ever
before as the song continued and leaned forward this time opening her eyes,
her face taking up nearly the full screen and began mouthing the words
again as the singer once again began to sing mouthing the words, "I looked
into your eyes and saw a world that does not exist. I looked into your eyes
and saw, a world I wished I was in," before pulling up and spinning away
from the camera.

The instruments came up again and seemed to rush over Jasmine as her
fingers teased over her clit her breathing coming in short pants of arousal
as her eyes were intensely focused on the screen, just as the girl pulled
at the panties as the tore away from her body leaving her fully exposed as
she stopped her spin the creamy curves of her ass in the center of the
screen.

She could just see the barest glimpse of the girl's sex between her legs as
she bent forward grinding her ass towards the camera, her hands running
down her thighs and cupping between her legs. The girl turned again,
bringing her legs together as she did and letting one hand drop to cover
her sex as she danced, the teasing turning on Jasmine even more than full
exposure would have done.

Jasmine felt her orgasm growing closer as the girl continued to sway and
grind but always managing to keep one hand or arm blocking the view of her
crotch as she did so. Until finally all but the flutes cut away and she
raised her hands slowly up her body revealing just the hit of her sex
between her closed legs and her hands traced up her body and over her head
and she swayed like a cobra to snake charmer's tune for those final few
seconds before the music stopped and she let her hands drop to her sides
and her head drop to her chest.

She held the pose for a few seconds more in the sudden quiet of the room
before walking slowly and sensually towards the camera and leaning down
towards it. "I hope that meets with your approval, Mistress," she said
breathlessly and Jasmine noticed the light sheen of sweat that seemed to
make the girl's skin glisten. I worked hard to listen to your comments and
do something that would excite you. The girl smiled one last time and
turned off the camera.

Jasmine shuddered through the last of her orgasm that had swept her up in
an amazing rush as the song ended and stared at the dark screen. The girl
certainly had taken her suggestions to heart and had practiced both her
steps and prepared her clothes to break away when she needed them to. It
was clear she had taken time to plan and practice the dance as well and how
each little flash and tease had only added to the dance's eroticism. She
was tempted to play the video again pulling out the balls and replacing
them with her vibrator before bringing herself off to an even more powerful
orgasm, but there was plenty of time left in the evening and she wanted to
see what else her slave had made for her.

The second video started with a view of the girl's bedroom, but looking
like it was in the midst of a science experiment. A plastic tarp covered
the floor and a chair stood at either end of the tarp. Jasmine what was
going to happen as her slave crawled on screen and kneeled before the
camera smiling. "Hello, Mistress," she started with a beaming smile. "I've
been reading a lot about self-bondage lately and it gave me a few ideas I
wanted to try. It took me a few days to figure out how to do what I wanted
to and to do it in a way that I could get out of in an emergency, but I
think I have it all worked out. I'll explain as I set things up," she
finished before crawling back off camera.

A moment later she walked back onto the screen struggling to carry what
looked like a long cylinder of ice several inches thick with a string and
what looked like a shower curtain rod, poking out of either end. "I made up
this ice core using a four inch wide PVC pipe. It has a string running
through it which I'm attaching one end to a carabineer, and the other end
will be attached to a key." She set the rod down on the top of the two
chairs balanced on the shower rod. She tied one end of the string on a
carabineer on the end of a rope under one of the chairs and the other hung
over the top of the other chair and she tied a key to it. "Now the room is
hot and based on some math and practicing with another ice rod it should
take most of the night for the ice to melt."

The girl moved to the floor in the middle of the tarp right under the
ice. She next pulled out a small lockbox and put the scissors inside the
box before locking it with a small pad lock. "The key will unlock this
box," she said before putting the lockbox underneath the chair with the
near the end of the string. She then used another string to tie the box to
the carabineer as well. "The chairs have been secured with weights and
ropes to keep them from shifting. They're not going to suddenly slip or
break under the weight of the ice and have it fall on me. She reached under
the far chair and pulled out another rope with a carabineer tied to the end
which came out just a couple of inches past the end of the chair. Both
ropes are attached to fifty pounds of my bother's weights. It won't make me
immobile, but will make it hard to move much."

"What I'm going to do, Mistress," the girl said as she kneeled in the
center of the tarp as cold water began to drip off of the ice over her, "is
restrain my arms and legs as well as gag and blindfold myself. I'll attach
the ropes around my legs and wrists to the carabineers to hold me in place
as I sleep. During the night the ice will melt and by morning the string
should be free. When my alarm goes off, I'll be able to pull the string to
my hands and fight to undo the lock to get out the scissors. I did practice
this Mistress to make sure I could do it. There is a spare key for the lock
box on the weights at my hands and in a pinch I can turn over pull the
weights forward and use that key to get loose." She briefly shifted the
camera to show the weights and the key before putting it back to its
starting position focusing on her sleeping spot.

"I've blocked off the window with a blanket so I can leave the lights on in
my room tonight and give you a better view as well, Mistress." The girl
shivered as a drop of icy cool water landed on her. "I hope you enjoy the
show, Mistress. I've put a lot of thought in how to do this."

Jasmine had taken the time while the girl was explaining to remove the
balls and slid in her vibrator as she watched the girl begin her
preparations. She had pre-knotted the ropes and it only took her a moment
to secure the loop around her legs and tighten it before securing it to the
carabineer. Next she took her gag and secured it into her mouth and
arranged the blindfold over her eyes. Jasmine wondered how the girl would
get the rope around her arms tightened and secured, but it was clear the
girl had been practicing as she deftly secured it around her wrists before
lying down in the wet puddle that as forming and raising her hands over her
head. It took her a few moments of struggling, but on her fourth attempt
she was able to secure the rope around her wrists to the carabineer leaving
her stretched out, blind and gagged under a slowly melting block of ice
that was raining down ice water on her beautifully exposed naked body.

Jasmine sped up the playback as she watched the girl struggle to find a
comfortable position on the floor as the water continued to drip down on
her. The girl's skin was soon red and flush from the touch of the cold ice
in the warm room and Jasmine sped up the vibrator pulsing away inside her
as she continued to watch. She could just imagine being there watching the
girl in person as she struggled under the cold and confinement. She could
imagine calling the girl all kinds of names and tormenting her by spanking
her breasts or sex. Adding clamps as the girl struggled or briefly leaning
down and sucking on those exposed nipples and warming them for a moment
with her mouth before moving and letting the next drip of ice fall on her
body.

The girl never did look like she was able to get fully to sleep or
comfortable as the video played on and the water puddled deeper around her
sides, and Jasmine only found her arousal growing as the girl's suffering
continued. The orgasm hit her as she imagine standing over the bound girl
and asking if she wanted her Mistress to warm her up. She imagined the girl
nodding desperately and instead of using a bucket to scoop some of the cold
puddled water away from the girl, she shifted and let a stream of hot piss
rain down on the girl. She imagined doing her best to guide the flow up and
down the girl's bound body finishing by aiming for the girl's face and
soaking her blindfold and gag, before moving away to let the girl
contemplate her change in situation.

The orgasm made her groan loud and long as she shivered on the couch
overcome with lust at the thought of the girl so fully in her power and
control. Her toes curled as the orgasm finished racing through her body and
almost with her next breath in, she felt a slight rush of shame at the
thought of doing something so dirty. The buzzing of the vibrator and plug
quickly washed the shame away leaving her wanting more as she turned her
attention back to the video.

She slowed the video back to normal speed when the timestamp on the video
was ten minutes before the girl's alarm clock went off. She had shifted
some during the night, but her arms were still pulled above her head and
she was bathed in the puddle of icy water. She'd pulled her legs up a
little against the resistance of the weights, but it looked like it had
done little to alleviate her suffering and Jasmine once again imagined what
it would have been like to watch her suffer such torment in person.

Jasmine admired the girl's timing as a minute later the string finally
broke free of the ice and fell with a small splash into the puddle. The
girl didn't react though and the next few minutes passed slowly as the
water continued to drip and the girl lay in her puddle.

When the alarm went off, Jasmine watched her jerk away and struggle for a
moment against her bindings. It only lasted a moment and then her fingers
began to quest for the string attached to the key. A minute later the key
was in her hand and she was pulling the lockbox closer. Jasmine admired the
girl's ability to work with her hands tied together, but it was clear the
girl had practiced and enjoyed the bondage. The whole of her body was
flushed red with cold and part of Jasmine yearned to be there to wrap a
warm towel around the girl as she finished freeing herself to wipe the cold
water from her body before carrying her into the bathroom for a hot shower
to warm her through.

It took five minutes for the girl to get the key into the lock, the
scissors out and cut through her bindings and Jasmine loved watching every
minute of the girl's struggling. Watching the young, fit body writhe in
their bounds began to make her heart race again as she wished she was there
to make use of the helpless girl.

Once her hands were free, the girl quickly undid her legs and removed her
gag and blindfold before turning to the camera with a smile. "W-w-well,
Mi-mis-mistress," she said with a stutter as she shivered, "That was a bit
colder than I expected." She gave the camera a half smile. "I-I Hope you
enjoyed the show. I wish it would have been you to bind me and torment
me. My body is yours to use as you please and I can't wait for the chance
for you to use it again." She smiled one last time before reaching and
turning off the camera.

Jasmine smiled at the thought of using the girl. The dungeon upstairs
yearned to be used and she wanted to put the girl on the cross and spank
her until she cried. She wanted to use the girl everyway her imagination
could come up with and she wanted to make the girl beg for it all as she
did it. Just the thought of the girl on her knees in the dungeon was enough
to push her close to the edge of orgasm, but she stopped herself
remembering there was one final video to watch.

The final video started with a similar view as the last. Once again the
chairs and tarp took up the floor space of the girl's room and Jasmine
wondered if she had another ice video in store. The girl crawled onto
screen and smiled her infectious smile that made that low part of Jasmine's
stomach turn in desire as she wondered what the girl had in mind this
time. "Good afternoon, Mistress," the girl began as she knelt.

"Last night I did ice and before I took down the rig I wanted to put on a
different show for you." She once again moved off screen before coming back
on screen carrying a long PVC pipe. Five holes had been cut in the pipe
along it length and the ends had notches cut in them, which fit over the
back of the chairs. Next she slid a candle into each of the holes until
around six inches of each candle stuck out.

I'm going to set my alarm for an hour after I light the candles and
restrain myself under them. I'll then be stuck there as the wax drips off
the candles to land on my exposed flesh." She shivered with delightful
expectation and flashed the camera a mischievous smile. "I hope you enjoy,
Mistress."

Jasmine shivered in anticipation of the show. She'd love to decorate the
girl's body with wax. Not just the drips of a candle but to coat it like
she'd seen in so many videos. She had to give it to the girl though, she
was ingenious and inventive when it came to plans to do so many things on
her own.

Jasmine watched at the girl secured her feet as she had the night before
and then put the candles in their notches and slowly lit one after
another. Each candle lit quickly, and the girl put the lighter aside before
setting her clock. She secured her hands like she had the previously before
lying down and reaching over her head and locking them into the
carabineer. She hadn't gagged her blindfolded herself and Jasmine watched
at the girl looked up at the candles entranced by their flames as the wax
began to drip. The first candle was lined up with her thighs, with the
second seeming to cross right over her mound. The third dripped over her
stomach while the fourth dripped across her lower rib cage. Jasmine wasn't
certain if it had been on purpose or a wonderful coincidence, but the final
candle dropped its first drip right onto the girl's left breast.

Jasmine watched as the girl gasped and moaned with each drop of wax as they
left a slow trail across her body. She savored each moan as the lines crept
over the girl. She imagined squatting over the girl making the girl suck at
her clit as the dripped wax down on the girl's naked milk white skin. The
memory of it pushed her over the edge again and she screamed as she came as
the vision the screen and the memory became one and it was once again her
coating the girl with wax as she moaned in pleasure and desire.

The rest of the video was spent lost in pleasure as multiple orgasms set
her body on fire and she could almost smell the girl's scent as the vivid
memories we renewed and built higher by the video. The girl looked so good
bound and coated and all she wanted to do was put that mouth to work
licking and sucking her as the candles continued to torment her.

She hardly noticed at the video ended as she lay on the couch, exhausted
and spent. Her body ached at the smell of sex filled the room. Jasmine
barely heard her slave's last words before turning off the camera of, "I
only wish it was you dripping the wax on me, Mistress." She was spent and
weak and it took all she had to get up and move to clean up.

Part of her felt like she was moving through molasses as she cleaned up her
dishes and transferred the videos off the disk and to her hidden hard
drive. She knew she'd be watching the videos again soon, but it was best to
clean up things before she forgot. When she finally made her way to bed,
she hit the pillow with a heavy thud and was asleep within a minute.



Jasmine sat on the couch in her play room with a book open before her as
she wrapped the rope around the back of her chair and tried to figure out
how to get the rope to work like the picture showed it. The videos that her
slave had included had gotten her imagination going and she was interested
in figuring out how to do some more elaborate bondage. It wasn't going well
as she had only a chair to practice on and she was trying to figure out
something else she could possibly use to tie the rope around.

She'd woken up that morning with a pleasurable ache radiating through her
body that only good and multiple orgasms left her with. She'd brought
herself off twice more that morning as she thought back on her slave's
striptease and bondage play and ache to do those same things with her when
she finally got the chance. She'd written the girl a message and posted it
that morning complimenting the girl on not only her dancing, which had been
amazing and highly arousing, but on her creativity with the bondage, ice
and wax. In the clear of the morning she wondered how the girl had gotten
the materials she had needed for the tasks without her mom getting
suspicious, but she was sure the girl had been careful and wouldn't do
anything to make her parents suspicious.

The video made her crave the girl more than ever and wanted desperately to
get the girl into her dungeon to see just what the girl could take. She
still had no idea how she could make that happen and had no idea how to
disguise the girl's bruises if they really got to playing. Covering up a
bruised ass by saying she slipped while shoveling the walk was one thing,
but trying it again or leaving bruises elsewhere might grab someone's
attention. Biting the girl's breast also hadn't been a great idea, and she
was glad the girl hadn't had anyone notice that either. The problem
infuriated her and had led her to trying out the bondage on a chair just to
try it on something.

She was on the verge of giving up and getting ready for the Christmas party
that night when the phone rang. "Hello," she answered with a slight growl
as she pushed the chair and ropes away.

"I catch you at a bad time, Jazz?" Laura asked through the phone and
Jasmine smiled at the sound of her friend's voice.

"No, I was just trying to figure out some rope work on a chair and it
wasn't working out too well. I'm thinking of maybe breaking down and buying
a higher end sex doll to practice on, but I just don't know where to keep
it. Besides I think I might be too embarrassed to order it."

"You know there is something better than a sex doll to practice bondage on,
Jazz?"

"Really?" she asked perking up.

"Yeah. It is called a real person! What ever happened to the woman out
there you were interested in?"

Jasmine sighed as she tried to figure out a good answer. "Still working
things out there."

"I see," Laura replied dubiously. "I might have another solution for you
though."

"And what is that?"

"Do you have any plans for New Year's Eve?"

Jasmine sighed, "Well usually Will and I would join our friends and rent a
ski lodge for a few days around there and spend New Year's Eve with them."

"You go skiing?" she could hear the rising mirth in her friend's voice.

"I ski a little," Jasmine state flatly. "Mostly I enjoy the hot tub and
spending time with friends."

"How do you manage the-"

"I just do!" Jasmine said firmly cutting her friend off. She could hear the
laughter about to break through.

"Remember the senior ski trip?" Laura said the laughter starting to come
out.

"I'd rather not," Jasmine replied as she tried to sound firm even as she
felt the blush creeping up her neck at the memory.

"You and-" Laura's words broke off in a bout of giggling. "On the- Then it
just- And then you- And then you- All over!" Jasmine's face was burning as
her friend had dissolved entirely into a fit of laughter. "Everyone called
you-" another fit of laughter. "The rest of the trip until you punched Alan
Jefferies in the face breaking his nose!" Another fit of laughter over took
her friend and Jasmine ground the fingers of her hand into her palm as she
contemplated hanging up on her friend. It wasn't exactly her favorite
memory and she had worked hard to try and forget it. It was one of the few
stories from her life that she had never told Will and she swore she'd go
to her grave before anyone else found out the story. Now she wondered if
she'd have to send Laura to her grave to keep her from sharing it.

"What do you want, Laura?" She said firmly trying to regain control of the
conversation.

Laura continued to laugh for another couple of minutes before regaining
control of herself and replying. "Have you heard of Saint Andrew's?"

Jasmine thought for a moment as she tried to place the name. "Isn't that
the name of the S&M club in the big city?"

"Exactly."

"What about it?"

"Well every year, they throw a huge New Year's party and I happen to have a
pair of tickets. I was wondering if you wanted to be my date for the
evening."

Jasmine thought about the offer for a moment. To be honest, she wasn't
looking forward to the ski trip. She had never enjoyed skiing or the cold
that much and the thought of spending New Year's with all of their couple
friends while she was alone, wasn't exactly the most pleasant of
thoughts. And she was curious about what Saint Andrew's was like. "What
goes on at this party?"

"Well it is a lot like their usual nights, with more demonstrations on the
stages, and more food. Everything is open for anyone to use and everyone
dresses, or well undresses in their best kink wear. It is an amazing
atmosphere and one of their biggest nights of the year."

Jasmine perked up at the thought of the party and doing something
different. "Sounds like it could be fun. Sounds like more fun than the ski
lodge at the very least."

"And if you come over for Christmas, I'll let you practice your rope
bondage on me. I promise I'm much more flexible than any chair or sex
doll," Laura purred.

The words sent a thrill through Jasmine and she imagined Laura in some of
the poses and bindings she'd read about and seen pictures of in her
book. "And this New Year's party, would I be going as your date, or your
friend, or as your Domme?"

"Well it isn't the kind of party I would take just a friend to, and if
you're going as my date, you might as well be my Domme and then I could-"
Laura cut herself off and went quiet.

"Could what, Laura?"

"I just think it would be nice to be seen and shown off as someone's
submissive."

Jasmine thought about the statement for a second before she
replied. "Cynthia is going to be there with her girlfriend isn't she?"

"Yes," Laura confessed. "And having her see me on your arm, or better yet,
at your feet, would make her burn with jealousy."

"You sound a bit bitter there, babe."

"She fucked crazy!" Laura exclaimed. "She could have had just about anyone
else. Given me a heads up she had found someone to go home with for the
evening and done so no problem, but she chose to fuck crazy. She kept her
job. She kept the apartment. I had to move and change jobs when she's the
one who screwed up! I deserve to be a bit bitter over this. I just want to
make her kick herself for screwing things up."

"She kept the apartment because you chose to move out, Laura. You told me
you left without ever confronting her about it. You didn't have to lose
your job; you chose to transfer to get away. You have a right to be mad,
but you can't blame her because her life didn't change and yours did. You
made those choices all on your own." Jasmine tried to sound reasonable as
she talked to her friend. If she had ever caught Will cheating on her, she
wouldn't have been the one moving out and looking for a new job, so it was
a little hard for her to feel sympathy for Laura being upset over her
self-imposed exile.

She heard her friend sigh through the phone. "You're right, Jazz, but had I
stayed and confronted her about it, I don't know if I would have been able
to still leave. We were together for long enough for her to know all the
right buttons to push to get me to do what she wanted. Had I stayed, and
tried to kick her out instead, she would have manipulated things until I
thought the break-up was all my fault and then after a few months of making
sure I saw her out and happy, she would have manipulated me into believing
I should be grateful she was willing to take me back. When it comes to her,
Jazz, I can't help it. I don't even want to risk going to the party without
someone to keep me inline otherwise I'm too likely to end up back on her
leash," she confessed her voice growing smaller and smaller as she talked.

Jasmine was surprised to hear the fear in her friend's voice. It wasn't how
she ever thought of Laura. Even remembering Laura naked submitting to her,
it was hard to think she would allow herself to be so emotionally
manipulated by another person. Love did strange things to people though and
she had to look no further than her current situation to realize that.

"Well it does sound more interesting than a ski trip with a bunch of
couples."

"Stay at my place after Christmas, and I can guarantee you'll get laid more
than would on the ski trip as well."

"You going to be my slave girl for the week then?"

"I'll let you fulfill your every desire and satisfy any curiosity you might
have," Laura replied in a breathy whisper. "You want to try it, all you
have to do is ask and we'll make it happen."

"Even-," Jasmine began before stopping herself briefly flashing back to the
thought she had had of standing over Julie while she'd been bound in the
water.

"Even?" Laura replied with an amused quirk in her voice. "My, my now you
have me curious as to what dirty little thought is going through your
mind. But I will tell you now, I can almost guarantee even that. I am a
very good slave girl and I so do love to please my Mistress." Her voice had
turned into a soft purr. "Won't you be my Mistress for New Year's?"

Jasmine felt that low turning inside her as her pulse pounded. She could
have fun with Laura for the week. If she worked hard before Christmas, she
could get all her grading done before she left to see her parents leaving
her the week to experiment and play capped off by the chance to go to a
fetish party. It was a difficult offer to say no to. "How could I say no to
such a tempting and delightful offer?" she purred back. "I have so many
toys I have yet to try and here you are offering me the chance to try them
all."

"Should I take that as I yes, Mistress?"

"Yes. I'll spend Christmas and maybe the day after at my parents, and then
the rest of the week, you'll be mine."

"Mmmmm. I can't wait to find out what even is," Laura purred.

Jasmine flushed she didn't know if she'd be able to admit to even much less
do it. There were plenty of other things she wanted to try though and a
week to experiment was what she needed. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of
fun. I need to go though. I've got a Christmas party tonight I need to
start getting ready for."

"Sounds like fun, Jazz. I'll talk to you later and I'm looking forward to
seeing you. Thank you for going to the party with me. I couldn't do it on
my own."

"Thanks for inviting me. I really wasn't looking forward to the ski trip
this year anyways. I'll talk to you later."

"You're a lousy skier anyways. An excellent spanker though."

Jasmine laughed as she hung up the phone. She was smiling and the long
winter break was looking considerably better than it had. She'd been trying
to find an excuse to avoid the ski trip since she'd put down her part of
the deposit a month ago. There had been a dozen reasons not to go, but she
hadn't been able to think of one her friends would have thought was her
doing anything but avoiding William's ghost, which if she was honest what
was behind most of them. This was at least a legitimate reason even if she
couldn't tell most people what kind of party she had been invited to.

She stretched as she got to her feet and struggled to get the ropes
untangled from around the chair. She finally managed to get the last of the
rope untangled and neatly wrapped up and tossed it back into its
compartment with the other unused ropes and toys and went to get ready for
the party that night.



"What do you mean you're not going on the ski trip?" Stacey asked as the
stood talking in a corner of Harrison's living room as people mingled and
talked through the room. The room was packed and it had been hard to find a
quiet spot to talk in. She had wanted to tell Stacey the news first because
she could tell her the whole truth and hopefully understand enough to keep
everyone else from trying to make her change her mind.

"Can you really blame me, Stacey? I'd be the only single person there, and
I don't really like skiing. Not to mention what I will get to do, if I take
Laura up on her offer. I know it is late notice, and if you can't get
someone to pay my share of the cabin, I'll still cover it, but I'm not
missing out on this chance."

"So what, a libidinous orgy of sexual fantasies is more interesting than a
couple of days skiing with your friends." Stacey paused for a moment after
that statement. "Hmm. When I put it like that, I think I'd skip out on the
skiing too. Does your friend have any other spare tickets?"

Jasmine laughed and knew Stacey was on her side. She knew even before
asking that Stacey would have supported her, but having the support
acknowledged helped. "Sorry I think she just had the one spare and you
aren't getting my ticket."

"So what are you going to tell everyone else? It isn't like you can tell
them the truth."

"Sure I can. I can tell them that an old friend invited me to a big New
Year's party in the big city and I couldn't pass up the offer."

Stacey shook her head, "Half of them won't believe it. They'll think you're
cutting out to avoid the cabin without Will and that you're sinking back
into your hermit ways again."

"That's why I'm telling you first. You can back me up."

"You mean those that won't just think you lied to me first and I bought
your lie. It isn't like I can go into detail on why this party you're going
to is better than our party and why you'd rather go with this old friend
than your current ones."

"And if they think I'm doing it because of Will, that's fine. I was already
considering lying about it and saying I was sick to avoid going. I can't
face a cabin full of happy couples for two days. Just because I'm starting
to move on, doesn't mean I don't miss him. This way I'm not brooding,
sulking and hiding at home, and I'm getting out and being social as well as
getting more relationship experience," Jasmine explained.

"So you're dating Laura now?"

"No, of course not." She paused for a moment. "Well not really. I'm getting
more experience in my role as a domme and getting used to the idea of being
seen in public with a woman. I still can't imagine telling most of my
friends that fact, but sooner or later I'm going to need to, and I need to
be more comfortable with myself when that time comes." Jasmine blushed as
she finished the sentence. No one was listening, but she still imagined
everyone in the room had heard her and knew her secrets.

"Fine, I'll back up your story. You knew I would anyways. I understand why
you don't want to go and I understand why you want to go with Laura. But
the ski trip won't be the same without you. Who am I going to laugh at as
they try to ski? Without you there, I'm officially the worst skier on the
trip."

Jasmine gave her a hard look. "You'll somehow manage to live being the butt
of all the ski jokes for one year. At least I never broke a bone while
skiing."

"I still maintain that tree moved," Stacey said defiantly.

"Sure blame the Ents, but I can't even support you on that one," Jasmine
replied finishing her drink. "Now let's socialize before people think me
hiding in a corner is hermit like and they come to drag me out by force."

Stacey nodded as she finished her drink and they made their way into the
main flow of the party.



The bell rang to end fifth period and Jasmine slumped into her desk and
rubbed her temples to try and ease some of the headache that was pounding
in her skull. It was only a half day of school, but it already seemed like
it had gone on twice as long as normal. All her students seem convinced
that break had started days earlier and the hard-fought time she'd worked
to get them in the computer lab to work on their papers had been wasted by
the vast majority of them. She'd been fielding emails and calls for two
days from parents wondering why she'd had such an important assignment due
before break and wondering if she could just give their child until after
break to turn it in with no consequences. One had been so upset at her
explanation that papers turned in after break would be docked thirty
percent, even after she pointed out to the parent she'd sent a letter home
with the student at Thanksgiving about the paper and the consequences,
she'd called the principal to complain. The principal had supported
Jasmine, but the half hour spent in the office this morning had not been
pleasant.

Most of the students had managed to get their papers turned in to her that
day, but not without way too much complaining, snide comments, and a few
sidelong dirty looks. When the third student of the day swore to her he'd
have it emailed to her by the end of the day, she'd been tempted to scream,
but instead managed to just take a deep breath and remind him that still
made it late and he'd be deducted. When he'd complained she'd simply handed
him the detention slip and wrote on it, "Merry Christmas!"

There was a knock on the door and Jasmine got up to let Julie in the
classroom. She tried to remind herself as she walked across the cold
portable that she should be back in her classroom by the start of the new
semester, but she'd walked by the construction earlier in the day and she
highly doubted they would be finished before the spring. She pushed the
door open to let Julie in and made her way back to her desk without turning
around, she needed to dig the Tylenol out of her desk drawer.

"Rough day, Mrs. LeBlac?" Julie asked as she took her normal seat and dug a
book out of her backpack.

Jasmine looked up at the beautiful girl as she swallowed the pills and took
a long drink of water. The girl was gorgeous and the image of her bound to
the floor with hot wax dripping down on her was enough to make Jasmine
smile.

The girl had replied to her message complimenting her dancing and bondage
shows with enthusiastic joy at the praise and asking if she could once
again watch dirty videos again. She'd also explained that the PVC piping
she had used had been left over from the year before from a science
experiment of her bothers and she'd asked him if she could use it. He
hadn't cared and her parents weren't likely to ever ask about it
either. The hardest part, the girl had explained in her message, was
carrying the ice filled tubes up the stairs and then getting the ice out.

She had replied to the girl informing she was free to watch dirty videos
again and as a reward for the other videos, she could have the week of
unlimited orgasms she'd been denied before. She'd also told the girl that
over the winter break there would be no rules enforced as they would both
likely be busy with family and other events to try and worry about other
factors. It did include a reminder that her soccer training and diet
couldn't be ignored.

A final message from the girl had expressed just how happy she'd been with
the rewards as she gratefully thanked her again and again and promised if
possible a special video after the break. Jasmine hoped things worked out
so she'd get to see the video, everything the girl did seemed to drive her
wild.

"Tell me, Julie," Jasmine began as she broke out of her memories, "do you
do any homework over break?"

Jasmine could hear the girl stifle a laugh at the question as she
smiled. "I might read a little, but what kind of teacher assigns work over
break? Most people are too busy to think about homework and who would want
to ruin a break by doing homework. Even worse, what kind of teacher would
want to ruin a break by assigning homework?"

"Exactly. No one is going to work on a paper over break. No one is going to
go to the library and do all the research they haven't done in the last
month. If I set a due date for a project after a long break I know that if
I am lucky one if fifty students is even likely to remember they had a
project due much less get anything done on it. Not to mention how long it
takes me to grade papers. If I get it done over a break, then I can spread
it out a little and actually get it done over the break. If I wait until
after break, it is going to take me twice as long and I'll have to spend
every evening reading papers as I get asked everyday by the same students
who couldn't bother to turn the paper in before break, why is it taking me
so long to get the papers graded and into the computer." Jasmine ranted
making Julie laugh as she turned and looked at the five stacks of research
papers waiting to be collected at the end of the day.

"We've been working on this paper since we got back from Thanksgiving break
in my freshman classes and my other students have known they've had a paper
due for just as long. They all had their project topics chosen and even my
juniors had a letter go home with them to remind them of the importance of
this assignment. I arranged to do these projects before January so the
students wouldn't have to worry about them as they worried about finals in
all their other classes. I thought I was being nice by getting the major
project for at least one of their classes out of the way before break, but
I guess I was wrong." Julie laughed again as Jasmine threw her hands up in
the air in frustration.

The laugh eased a little of the tension Jasmine felt growing in her neck
and shoulders. It was good to know someone found the situation funny. And
the situation could have been worse. It had been a long couple of weeks and
if she were honest most of the students hadn't been bad as they worked on
their papers. It just certainly seemed like those that were complaining or
causing problems were doing so louder and with more enthusiasm than in past
years. In less than thirty minutes, school would be done and she could let
all the stress go and she could avoid her email for the next two weeks. Any
parent complaints could wait until the new year.

"I'm sorry, Julie. You shouldn't have to listen to me rant over things like
this. I shouldn't be saying stuff like that around you either. It has just
been a few days and I am ready for break," she declared. "What about you,
Julie? When do you dad and brother get home for break? Are you going to see
you mom before Christmas?"

"My brother is driving home tonight. He just finished his finals and is
looking to be as far away from school as possible. My dad should be home
tomorrow. He says he's made plans for the week after Christmas that will be
fun and surprising, but he hasn't said more than that." She paused for a
second as she thought about it, "I'm still hoping for Disneyland."

Jasmine laughed. "Well I hope you get your wish. What about your mom?"

Julie let out a little sigh. "We are going to spend Christmas Eve and
Christmas at my grandparents. She's supposed to be in town on those days,
but when I talked to her yesterday, she mentioned that one of her other
stores is having a major problem with a manager. She didn't go into detail,
but for her to say that this close to the holiday, it might be one of those
situations where he's about to get fired for a massive screw up and she'll
have to be there for the pre- and post-Christmas rush."

Jasmine's heart ached for the girl. She could see how much she was missing
her mother and family in general and there wasn't much she could do to
help. "I hope she's able to make it home, Julie. At least you get to see
your dad though. I'm sure he's bound to have some interesting stories to
share."

Julie sighed again, "Yeah, but stories of rebel fighting and innocent
people suffering, don't exactly make for fun Christmas sharing." Jasmine
blushed as she felt like she'd put her foot in it forgetting that Julie's
dad was off in Syria this time and not doing a nature shoot somewhere. "I
mean he always has funny stories of what the journalists and the like are
doing to kill time in the hotel, but then you remember everything else and
it loses some of the funniness."

Jasmine thought for a moment before replying. Part of her wanted to walk
around the desk and pull the girl into her arms and hug her close and
remind her that she was there for her and cared for her, but she didn't
think it was the right time to remind the girl about a relationship she had
to keep secret and wouldn't have any interactions with for the next couple
of weeks at least. "Well then I'm sure after all of that, he's looking
forward to doing something fun and silly as anyone could be. Disneyland
might be on the itinerary after all."

"Hopefully," she said brightening a little with a smile. "Then again,
considering it is my dad, he could be planning a weeklong camping trip in
Alaska where we are staying at some out of the way cabin some bush pilot
friend of his has to fly us into with all the supplies we'll need for the
week, so we can have a week of quiet family togetherness at. I think he
forgets the last time he did something like that, my brother and I were
trying to kill each other within two days. He actually locked me out of the
cabin at one point! Without my mom to keep him in check he might be taking
this as an opportunity to do some freelance nature shooting."

Jasmine could see the smile on the girl's face as she spoke. She could tell
that while it might not have been her first choice to spend a week camping,
the thought of a week with family anywhere was going to be fun. "Well I'm
sure you'll make the best of it no matter where you end up. And this time,
if you end up at a cabin, be preemptive and lock your bother out first,"
she replied with a wink.

Julie laughed as the bell rang and she jumped up to get her stuff
together. "I'll do that, Mrs. LeBlanc. You have a fun break as well. Don't
drive yourself crazy grading papers. Get out and have some fun with your
family and friends as well."

"Oh I plan on it, Julie," she said with a sly smile. "Enjoy your break and
have fun wherever you end up." Julie waved over her shoulder as she made
her way to the door with a little bounce in her step as she rushed into two
weeks of freedom from school.

Jasmine smiled as the girl left and relaxed back into her seat. She wished
Julie the best for the holidays and certainly hoped her dad had something
more interesting than a weeklong camping trip to some backwoods cabin
planned. She smiled at the thought of her post-Christmas plans and all the
things she wanted to try with Laura that she could then try on Julie at
some point, when she finally noticed the small box wrapped in shiny red
wrapping paper sitting on Julie's desk.

Stunned, Jasmine sat there a moment longer before getting up to retrieve
the gift. She hadn't thought to get the girl anything as either or TA or
slave and she was kicking herself for the oversight. She'd find a way to
make it up to the girl after break, but even if she did that, the girl
would know she'd been forgotten by the woman she adored. She felt like an
idiot.

She carefully picked up the small box and examined it. Whatever was in it
was light and Jasmine carried the small package back to her seat with
reverence. She took care to carefully unwrap the small box putting the
paper to the side as she did. The lid came off with the same careful
reverence and Jasmine looked down into the box and saw the simple gold
chain sitting atop a small card.

Jasmine pulled the simple gold chain out of the box and saw the simple gold
heart hanging from it. The gold winked briefly in the overhead lights as
she studied it hanging from her hand and she smiled at the thoughtfulness
of the girl. Looking down, she saw the note and pulled it from the box. It
was only a line, but as she read it a tear came to her eye.

Dear Mistress,

This way you can always carry my heart with you.

	Love, j

Jasmine wiped away the tear and put the note down before undoing the clasp
on the necklace and sliding it around her neck and securing it in place. It
rested just next to Will's wedding band on her chest and she clenched both
through her shirt for a moment as more tears rolled down her face. She
hadn't expected anything from the girl, especially something so thoughtful,
and she tried to wipe away the tears before anyone came knocking on her
door frantically trying to turn in a paper or wish her happy holidays. She
gave the necklace one last squeeze and put the package and note in her bag
before gathering up everything else she needed for the break and getting
ready to leave for the break.

She knew she'd have to make it up to the girl when they got back from
break, but she didn't have a clue what she could get her yet. Something
would come to mind by then. She hoped at least.

With a final sigh, Jasmine picked up the thick stack of papers she needed
to grade and made her way to the door. She was looking forward to the break
and hopefully there would be plenty of time for fun and experimentation
with Laura after Christmas. With that thought, she shut off the lights and
made her way out of the room for two weeks of freedom.