Chapter 9 – Heading to a Special Lunch
Friday – 12:00pm
Victor woke up in his own bed, alone as he had left Jasmine in the guest bed, chained to the headboard. He hoped she was alright as he himself did not anticipate to sleep this long. He got up and put on a pair of jeans without even taking a shower, he figured Jasmine will need one as well, and she might welcome some more physical interaction with him at this point. He entered the room to find Jasmine actually awake, but of course, still laying down where he had put her a few hours before.
“Good afternoon Jasmine, I hope you slept well.” he said smiling as he walked into the room.
“Yes Master I did thank you” she replied back smiling while not moving her hear from the pillow as she simply count not. Victor came over and unlocked her collar from the chain that kept her attached to the headboard as well as removed the extra D ring that was locked onto the new collar. Jasmine moved to a sitting position immediately, looking much more rested, but still looking as though she needed a shower.
“You and I both need a shower. Did you bring any accessories with you, maybe left them in the car, such as brush, blow dryer, etc, things you typically use?” he inquired.
“Well, no I did not Master, I was not aware I needed them. I am sorry for failing you.” she apologized looking a bit on the ashamed side.
“No, its ok, you will definitely remember for the next time, assuming there is a next time, but that is something to discuss in two days. I want a shower, and frankly, I want you there with me. Come” is all he said to finish his statement to make it final.
She followed him out of the room and into what she guessed was the Master Bedroom, and into the bathroom. The decorations of the bedroom were not completed at all. There were obvious signs of patchwork on sheet rock etc, but it did not look like it had been finished yet. The bathroom seemed a bit more finished but there will still more items there as well that had not yet been completed. Victory, opened the shower and turned on the water, letting it run so it would heat up. He started removing his clothes and threw them into a pile in the corner of the room while grabbing a few clean towels and put them on a bench that was located outside the shower.
He reached in and tested the water, finding it was of a good hot temperature, he opened the shower curtain and looked at Jasmine, “Come one, we don’t want to waste water” he said with a smirk, full well knowing where he was going to take this. Jasmine did not hesitate and moved past Victor into the shower and was followed by Victor as he closed the curtain.
For the first time, Jasmine stared at the man, who she had put her safety and freedom into in all his glory. He stood in front of her, water running off his shoulders looking directly at her, hungering for her. She smiled and moved close to him just as he reached out and grabbed her, pulling her to his lips. For minutes, they stood in the hot steamy shower embracing both physically as well as emotionally. Jasmine was becoming connected to him in a way she didn’t entirely understand or even know of, neither did Victor. A simple 18 hours has gone by since she had truly entered his life, thru a will of her own and she was embracing it.
After those minutes of their loving embrace had occurred, Jasmine pulled away from him with a smile. Victor looking a little bit confused, was not entirely sure what she was up to, but soon guessed as she pushed him back onto the shower ledge to sit, and she got on her knees directly in front of his semi-erect penis. She ran her fingers up and down his shaft, observing its reaction to her touch, memorizing its size and shape. He continuous touch of his rod forced Victor to react in a way not unexpected, he became hard as a tentpole. As soon as that occurred, she dove forward and took his cock into her mouth and started to exercise it back and forth. For a few minutes, she sucked and touched his erect penis, getting him harder and more excited. She knew he was liking it as she was watching him squirm under her current current power of him, and she loved it. Victor started moaning after a few minutes and Jasmine concentrated harder on his manhood, pushing her head/mouth back and forth on his penis. Soon enough, Victor had grabbed the back of her head, by her hair and pushed with some great effort her even farther onto his rod as he gave a long moan. At this time, Jasmine felt his warm wet seed spray into her eager awaiting mouth. She swallowed it eagerly and continued to pump away at his cock when he released her head and started to pull her up from her kneeling position, both standing Victor said to her, “Thank you darling. Even though a sub is required to service her Master, it never hurts to show kindness and appreciate her efforts. Turn around so I can scrub you down.”
Victor took his time, scrubbing Jasmine's body down making sure to take special attention to her crotch. He never personally touched her in the shower on her sex, he made sure he was close and let the washrag speak for him. Jasmine was a bit aroused by the fact, her Master, in the 24 hours she had been in the house, has yet to effectively touch her pussy. By the time, he had finished her scrub down, she was yearning to have him in her.
“Please scrub me down” is all he said as he turned around and waited for her to perform her requested duties. Jasmine, with her hands limited by a foot and a half of chain from her collar, was unable to stretch and had to follow where her hands went physically. When she started to move down her body, she was required to squat, and even get on the ground to make sure he was clean. When he turned around, she started moving back up his body and she saw he was once again rock hard from arousal and stoop up and moved closer to him, having his shaft just at the entrance to her sex.
“Take me Master as I know you want to.” was all she said as she started to push herself onto him. He held her back from completely task.
“Jasmine, you need discipline. Although I will take you, you need to learn self control. I will enjoy your nectar soon enough, but now is not the time or place for such things.” he said directly with a smile. Jasmine pouted as he pushed her from being able to complete the insertion. Victor reached up and turned off the shower and exited the shower quickly, starting to towel himself off, Jasmine followed shortly.
“Jasmine” he said pointing to a drawer, “there is a small travel hair dryer and brush that I keep just if ever needed, please use it to dry and make yourself presentable. We are going to be going out for lunch. Wait here for a moment I will be back with your clothes for the day.” he said, dropping the towel and walking out of the room wearing nothing. He returned a moment later with the chastity belt. Jasmine saw it and shook her head telling Victor no.
“No Master, I want to please you, not the belt.” she said in an honest tone.
“No, what I wish is this belt is worn. You will wear it when we goto eat as I stated before, you need to learn control. I do not believe you have it yet. It takes time. Face me.” was all he said as he wrapped the belt around her and slowly inserted the vibrating dildo into her sex, then locking it away.
“Now, I can trust you to not disobey me while I go get ready as well. You have fourty-five minutes to meet me downstairs, I will bring you would clothes for the lunch date.” was all he said and then left.
Victor returned a short time later with her latex corslette, thigh highs, shoes and leather corset dress. She also noticed, there were two locks right next to the shoes that she was going to have to wear.
“You will be happy to know, while you were sleeping, I cleaned your latex for you. I unfortunately did not clean your leather corset, that will have to be professionally done. But for this trip, we will be fine. Come downstairs dressed except for the corset, we can lace you up downstairs.” he said as he put the clothes on the bench in the bathroom.
Jasmine stared at the clothes that he dropped off for her. She loved them, but was a bit more terrified, as they were going out to lunch today, in daylight. “I cannot be seen in public wearing that!” she said a bit louder then she meant to.
From the distance, she heard Victor yell, “I heard that..,” was all he said.
“Crap....”
She finished blowdrying her hair. It was good as she could make it with the tools available to her at the moment. She said on the bench and staired at the thigh highs, and how she was going to put them on with her wrists only able to extend to about her belly button. She walked into the Master bedroom and found Victor, dressing.
“Master, I cant put on the thigh highs with my cuffs chained to my collar.” she said complaintively.
“Make do...you either do it that way, or I attach one directly to your neck and the other gets more line, you decide. You have thirty minutes left. Oh, you are right to a point, I will have to remove the chains for you to put the corslette on. Come get me when you have your thigh highs on.” he said, turning his back to her, and dug thru his dresser for a shirt to wear with his blue jeans.
She wandered back into the bath and figured, this will be tough, and most likely will only be able to do it, by sitting on the ground and bending herself in two. She rolled up one of the thigh highs as best as she could and bent over as far as she could and using the farthest extent of her reach she looped the thigh high around her foot. She immediately leaned back gasping for air, as the position she was in didn’t allow much in the way of breathing. After recovering for a few seconds, she bent back down and started to pull and tug as best as she could. It took ten minutes to work the stocking up her leg and situate it properlly on her leg with minimal wrinkles and sags in it. “I hope he does not punish me for that” she whispered quietly under her breath. Onto the second one.
By the time she finished, she was exhausted. The ordeal of bending herself into a pretzel to get those thigh highs on was really tough! When she existed the room with her corslette and corset dress heading to meet Victor downstairs, he was sitting in front of the television watching the news.
“Are you ready?” he said inquiring with a devious smile.
“Yes, although it would have been MUCH easier to do this with my hands free.” she said in a pouting face. “It was exhausting.”
“Well Jasmine, you are going to have another exhausting day. Albeit, you secretly want it, you just cant seem to entirely admit to it. You thigh highs are wrinkled. That is not presentable for the public, you need to be taught when I take you out in public, you need to be perfect. You will learn. Now come here.”
She walked over and stood in front of him. He stood up and started massaging her breasts, getting her nipples hard, and of course causing her to close her eyes and moan a little bit. “Perfect” he said as he pulled from his jeans pocket a small silver string with what looked like 'hangmans nooses' on each end. He reached to her left nipple and put the noose around her nipple, then doing the same for the other. He started tightening them so her nipple would not come out of the noose.
“Hey there, what have you done, that hurts a little” she said with a complaint.
“Well, this is for talking back and saying no when you were in the bathroom.” He tightened them a bit more having Jasmine squeal a little. “Just for that complaint, I will add something else, wait here.”
Jasmine knew she needed to shut her mouth, she is only making it worse....but then...what her subconscious purposely doing it because she liked it?
Victor came back with nothing but a short string. He then tied one and to the string between her nipples and then pulled the other end down to the top of her chastity belt, a small D ring that was there. He pulled it fairly tight. More squeals came out of Jasmine's mouth.
“Now, your corslette.” he reached over the unlocked the chain from her neck and removed the D ring entirely from her collar. Next, he removed the chains and D rings from each cuff. Jasmine then realized she was wearing the cuffs and collar out of the house, aside from leather and latex. She was going to be humiliated.
Jasmine started to put the corslette on and as she moved and shifted her torso, she was pulling the string attached to her nipples more and more. It hurt and was arousing at the same time. By the time she got the corslette on she was wet again thru the chastity belt. She fastened the garters to her corslette in a slow fashion, because twisting her torso to get at the garters was absolute murder on her nipples. She took her punishment without a word.
Next, Victor moved her to a corner where there was a stair rail should could hold as he put on the corset. As Annie did last night, Victor was a bit slower and more methodical, thanking his time, all the while, with each tug of the strings on the back, it almost seemed like he was pulling the nipple string. After ten minutes, she was laced into the extremely tight corset today. Seemed significantly tighter than last night.
“Please adjust your stockings, they look atrocious.” he said as he walked into the other room to grab his keys and wallet. Jasmine looked down and tried to bend over to adjust them, but could not because of the corset. When she tried, her nipples were pulled...seemed like with the corset, every movement yanked on them in some fashion. This was going to be torturous.
“I can't reach the stockings with the corset on Master.” she explained. “I cant bend to adjust them.
Victor sighed critically, “You mean, you didn't adjust them when you had the chance, after I removed the chains, if that correct? You knew what you were going to wear. Why didn't you?” he asked.
“I don't know Master, you didn't order me to.” she explained palms up.
“You answered honestly and that is good. You see Jasmine, yes you are to do nothing that I don't order...but, you need to anticipate my wishes as well. It's obviously a fine line, but you need to know when I want something. In this case, I told you, your stockings needed to be addressed, and you knew, that you were going to wear the corset. You knew, once the corset was on, you would not be able to address them. I will not punish you for this, as this is a little more subtle aspect of your training. Now, if this happened again, that is a different story. Let me help you with your stockings.” he said and kneeled down in front of her, and slowly touched and adjusted her stockings, slowly feeling her legs up and down, smoothing them as he went. Jasmine moaned under her breath as his touch, especially thru the sensual latex was arousing to her.
“There, shall we go get lunch?” he said with a bit of a smile on his face, holding his arm out to escort her out the house. When they exited the house, she saw a limo waiting for them and the driver was waiting by the door to open it. As they slowly walked to the door, the driver opened it, making no reaction at all to Jasmine's choice of attire. Victor helped her in the limo and when Jasmine sat down, her nipples were pulled aggressively causing her to squeek like a mouse. Victor closed the door and walked around the vehicle, and entered on the other side, sitting next to her.
Jasmine had never been in a limo before but had seen movies before, and she noticed the dividing wall was up. Victor entered the opposite door and sat next to her and smiled.
“Master, why a limo, this must be expensive.” she asked inquisitively.
“Darling, this was a spur of the moment affair, you calling me. And I must say, I have been enjoying myself significantly. I hope you have been to, but I decided, we should get a nice lunch, and while there, we can talk a bit. You looked, and look now, so gorgeous, that I had to show you off a bit.” he said with a smirk/smile.
“Master, yes I have been enjoying myself, although I am having a hard time learning what you with me to learn. I am a little scared about being in public with the cuffs and collar on let alone latex and leather.” she said with a bit of a blush coming to her face.
“My pet, you do not need to EVER concern yourself with others opinions. Remember your have the safe-word if you believe we are going to far. But a true submissive, cares not for the perception of others. Only her Master. In this case, I dressed you as I wished, therefore it was my wish. Nothing else should concern you other than appeasing and satisfying me. Do you understand?” he said softly to her.
“I think so, its just hard” she said meekly.
“That is why you have given control to me. I will take those thoughts from you, so you no longer need to concern yourself with them. Oh, I forgot, the second part of your punishment for disagreeing with me” he said as he dug into his pocket, he pulled out the vibrator controls from his pocket. Pressing a button, he turned it on high. Jasmine bucked for a quick moment as the infiltrator sprang to life and started to evilly torment her. The moaning almost immediately began and Victor reached over to her and started pressing on the front of her leather breasts, causing the nooses on her nipples to pull and move as his fingers moved back and forth on the corset. This went on for about two minutes and suddenly the vibrator turned off, leaving Jasmine extremely frustrated.
“Master!” she said accusingly, “turn it back on!” she said begging.
“Fine...” he said airing disappointment, and he pressed a button and the vibrator kicked back on, but just enough to torment her, not enough for her to orgasm. She pouted and started rubbing her crotch hoping to influence an orgasm out of it.
“Now now...you know trying to orgasm without my permission is forbidden.”
She moved her hands from her crotch and reached over to his crotch and started massaging it. Victor sat there and enjoy her attention. Within two minutes he was hard as a rock under his jeans and started to unbutton his fly and pulled out his rod.
“Now” he said calmly and leaned his head back on the limo seat cushion, looking at the ceiling. Jasmine, a little stunned looked around as if to see if anyone was looking.
“I said now” he repeated himself without opening his eyes and looking from the ceiling.
“Yes Master” she said as she, with great difficultly scooted out of her seat onto the limos floor and moved in front of him. She leaned down and took him directly into her mouth. She was there for ten minutes until she shot his wad into the back of her mouth. He held her there afterward when she was pulling away, he said, “clean me up”.
She was pulled back onto his softening member and started licking it clean, making sure his crotch was spotless.
“Good, take your seat, as we are almost there. I think you will find this restaurant most entertaining.”
A Complete Surprise
Re: A Complete Surprise
All that will be the last one I post for a few days as I wrote quite a bit, but have some real life issues to attend to.
I would really love to hear what you like and don't like.
(I know I am not the best writer, but practice makes you perfect, so alas, that is the reason for it)
Toodles.
I would really love to hear what you like and don't like.
(I know I am not the best writer, but practice makes you perfect, so alas, that is the reason for it)
Toodles.
Re: A Complete Surprise
other than a couple spelling errors, this story is amazing!
For those that get it, no explanation is needed. For those that don't, no explanation is possible.
"Some men just want to watch the world burn" - i can relate to this more and more the older i get!
"Some men just want to watch the world burn" - i can relate to this more and more the older i get!
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Thanks. This story justhas been somewhat flowing out and I have not taken much time on the apellingg corrections. I figure another pass will do that as well as fixing some other storyline issues I saw..TNTBound wrote:other than a couple spelling errors, this story is amazing!
Thanks for the positive comments so far
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Chapter 10 – Special Lunch
Friday – 1:30pm
“Driver, pull up but wait in front of the door for a minute, I have to discuss something with my partner.” Victor said into a speaker so the driver new what to do. A response only came back and said “Yes sir.”
Jasmine looked at Victor curiously waiting for the discussion he was talking about.
“Jasmine, normally I would not do this, I tend to be somewhat of a 'rip the bandaid off' kind of guy to force experiences, but in this case, I am going to make an exception, just once, for you. You are frightened people will see you. I can understand that, as you yet still are trying to figure out who you are. I have a way, that will let you go in this building, and keep your identify only known to you and me. We ARE going into the building, so you have two choices. With or without a hood on.” he said as he pulled out a black latex hood that she can only presume, he purchased last night at the Latex Doll when she was not looking. Jasmine looked at the hood and saw it had two eye holes and a mouth hole, so she would be able to see just fine” he said gingerly looking at her.
“Yes Master I think I would, use the hood that is.” she responded quickly.
“Very well” he said as he slid closer to her. He pulled out a device and started to work on her collar, and suddenly it came off. “Sorry, have to remove this to make it easier to get the hood on, I know you are missing it already.” he said with a snicker. The funny part, after only having one for almost a day, she HAD gotten used to one. Victor then grabbed her hair and started to put it into a pony tail using some rubber bands that she didn't even know he had. Once he completed that, he pulled the hood to the top of her hear and started to thread the pony tail thru another hole in the top of the hood she didn't see. Once that was completed, he started pulling the hood down, slowly, making sure it was sitting just where it needed to, and even adjusted the ponytail a few times to make sure it was not pinching her. In the back he started pulling on a zipper to zip it up to tighten it up, so it would not move. Immediately Jasmine felt a bit strange, the hood was quite tight, almost like an extreme sun-tan, where your skin almost seems like it has shrunk. She was able to move her mouth, breath just fine, and blink of course, as should be the case with a hood of this nature. Victor then put the collar back on her neck and locked it. He also attached a D ring to the back of the collar.
**click**
He locked the hood, to the collar, it was now NOT coming off with the key or being cut off.
“Now, do you feel a bit better about this? No one will know who you are.”
“Yes Master, thank you for your kindness to me.” she said with her expressionless masked face.
“Just note, even though we may not go out again in the 72 hour window you have now, the next time, assuming there is next time, there will be no mask, unless I will it, understand?” he said authoritatively.
She nodded, “Of course Master.”
“Driver, we are ready.”
The driver exited the limo and opened the door for Jasmine, helping her out of the vehicle. While the drive was helping her out of the car, the nipple ties pulled and tugged at her nipples in an irritating, painful erotic fashion. She could not understand how pain was charging her up this much. Victor exited his side at the same time and walked over to Jasmine and the driver.
“Driver, I will call when we are ready to leave, should be only a few hours, in the meantime you have time to get lunch for yourself.”
The driver nodded and walked back to the drivers door and hopped in to leave as soon as his charges entered the building. Victor pulled out another D ring for Jasmine collar and snapped\locked it on.
“I should just leave this ring on the collar...shall we enter?” he said looking at Jasmine.
She nodded and approached Victor thinking she was going to be walked into the building as his equal, she was wrong. Victor reached out and attached a leach to her collar and turned walking in, pulling her with him, just a foot or two behind.
Jasmine, a little humiliated at being dragged into a public place on a leash, followed Victor to the doors. The well-groomed, suited doorman, nodded to Victor, ignoring Jasmine as though she was not there, and opened the door and just held it will Victor and the pet he was bringing passed thru the entrance, only to close it quickly when she was thru the threshold. Inside the first set of doors was a long, non-descript hallway that turned to the right that ended in another set of doors. This time, the doorman was far different. The doorman on the left, was actually a woman. She was clad in a leather harness that encircled her exposed breasts and this hardness had straps that went down in two places between her legs coming out the back and hooked up to the other side of the harness. She had seen something like this at The Latex Doll. On her legs, she was wearing not knee high boots, but thigh high leather boots that actually were connected to via straps to the leather harness. On the bottom of the boots were what looked like horse hoofs on the end. The lady was standing there, essentially on the balls of her feet, as there was no support under her heel. On her neck was a leather posture collar that kept her from turning her head and on her head, was a bridle of some sort. A bit gag that went thru her mouth and wrapped around her head in multiple places. Her wrists were cuffed and locked to her waist by a foot long chain on each side. Looking closer, everything on her was locked on, everything. She would not be able to remove anything. Jasmine was in awe at the beauty and eroticism this women presented. She didn't notice it till she was about to pass, but the women, had a horse tail coming out of her ass....
The doorman, opened the door for Victor, ignoring Jasmine, although held it as the first doorman did, and closed it as soon as Jasmine passed the threshold. Victor walked up to a women dressed in heels, short leather shirt (and fishnet hose) and a brocade corset top. She looked up and smiled, “My Victor?” she said verifying who she was speaking to.
“Yes, your table is ready for your and your pet.” she said, not looking at Jasmine as she led Victor to a table in the corner of the room, a little isolated, but still within full view of everything going on. She stepped behind Victor and pulled out his chair so he could sit. She as any well groomed and trained restaurant Hostess made sure he was comfortable, the whole time Jasmine standing right next to Victor, as he sat. The Hostess, grabbed the leash from his hand and proceed to lead her to the seat next to him. She never said a word to Jasmine, but still showed all the grace and politeness you could find at any upscale restaurant. Jasmine noticed, this chair, was a bit shorter then his. Jasmine was completely taken by surprise when the following happened. The Hostess, in a lightning but well executed and practiced act, reached under the sturdy table, pulling out a chain, that was retractable, and quickly locked it to Jasmine's collar. The Hostess then handed a key to Victor and walked off.
Jasmine looked up at Victor with a look of shock, as much as can be given with someone wearing a latex mask. “A proper sub may never leave the table without permission, this reinforces that. Nothing odd about it my dear.” Jasmine nodded subtlety and started to look around the room. Now that she was still she had a chance to look around the restaurant.
The restaurant was something like a large French Bistro. The tables, about fifteen to twenty of them, looked to be heavy duty tables with linens to make them look light weight like a “typical bistro” table. Some of the tables were occupied and some were not. There was a few “typical Dominatrix's” and their submissive's chained to the tables very similar to how Jasmine was. At one of the tables near then, Jasmine saw the submissive was actually eating food from a dog bowl. The sub was on his elbows because his forearms were attacked to his triceps with a series of leather restraints, that connected behind the subs neck. Another sub was completely naked and was restrained to their chair completely. The Master was feeding the sub slowly thru his O-ring gag some soup.
There were numerous waiters that were walking with distinct purpose to the different tables with drinks and food. They were dressed in fairly typically designed tuxedos, but with one change, they were in latex or rubber for each waiter or waitress. The furniture on a large ledge, that surrounded the main dining area was quite a popular place. She saw on the ledge the different types of furniture that she saw in the club, but these were actively being used, vigorously.
The first was some sort of hanging frame. The frame was a large 'T' shaped wood frame. In front of the frame, a submissive was 'hanging' from it. Each hand was attached to the extended top of the 'T' by large leather cuffs. At the subs neck, was a large leather cuff that attached it to the back of the 'T' and another on the subs mid-drift. Down at the bottom, the sub had her ankles chains to the floor. Numerous people were standing in front of her, taking turns, pulling the nipple chains on her large breasts and another was slowly shoving a wine bottle into her pussy slowly. The sub was moaning in both pleasure and pain as she was tortured from the nipples and pleasured from the pussy. Jasmine was erotically disgusted by the group effort occurring around this poor....poor...lucky woman?
Jasmine was confusedly conflicted at this time, seeing this woman in effect being raped and tortured by numerous people. She started once again, getting a bit more excited as she watched, but did not entirely understand why.
“Sir, have you looked over the menu?” a waitress said as Jasmine suddenly woke up from her preoccupation with the women and he circumstances. She looked to see the waitress was dressed in what looked somewhat like a tuxedo, made of PVC.
“Yes, I would like to have the Crab Ravioli in white sauce. For my pet, I would like to get Shrimp Linguine. Water is all we need for drinks. Thank you.” is all he said to the waitress. She smiled, and walked away. “My dear, I assume you like Shrimp Linguine?” he said with a smile. “Now, tell me what you are thinking. What do you see here? What are you feeling?” he said looking at her latex clad face.
“Well Master, I...” she stammered and looked down, then looked up and continued, “I am conflicted.”
“How so? About what?” he inquired.
“So far, I have had an incredible time, but the confusion of my place is where I am. I of course enjoy the pleasure you give me, and...how do I say it...I even enjoy the pain you inflict on me. This is very confusing to me, how can I the pain?” she said...
“Pain and pleasure are, sad to say, different aspects of the same coin. A person like yourself, a sub, or bottom as its know in the BDSM universe, is wired, mentally in such a way, they desire certain things, just as I desire certain things. Its part of what makes us tick. Let me start with me. As you have seen, I like being in control. I like it so much, that I actually as they say, 'get off on it.' That means, I derive significant pleasure from it. Now, add on the bondage aspect, I enjoy it as well. I have been on the receiving else of bondage, so have no fear, I have been where you sit, but I learned what made me tick. I have also learned in my years, that a true bottom/submissive, needs to be guided cautiously. The reason I take that very seriously, is that so many in this scene don't truly understand what a 'real' bottom needs. They need a guiding hand, to help them along the way. Some bottoms, simply enjoy the bondage, and enjoy pain, but are not submissive. To you, I want to give my honest feeling from what little I have learned from you. With your past, you were controlled. You grew up that way. Unto itself its not bad, but of course you were treated badly as a child, I have no forgiveness for someone who did that. You are older. You are actually craving, from someone, to control you, but you need a Master who is compassionate. You have had a rough life, no argument there. You need someone to help you learn a side of yourself that you have never seen. That is why you came to me. Now, pain and pleasure, this is both complex and simple at the same time. We, as humans, are all wired slightly differently. We are all different. So for you, who are finding some pleasure from pain itself, its not wrong. Its who you are. Trust me, I know.” he said with a sideways smirk admitting he likes a bit of pain himself. “There is nothing wrong in you exploring how this pain affects your pleasure centers, as much as your pleasure centers react. I cant explain it, but that is the simple truth of us all. Some like the pain aspect, some do not. Does this make sense to you?” he inquired.
“Yes Master it does, that does help. But I look at her” and she points to the women still being in essence raped by the bottle. “and I am not sure I want that.” she admitted.
“Well my pet, we will take things one step at a time. Think about it this way. Generally speaking (there are always exceptions) people here are here because they CRAVE it. Look at her now” he said pointing to her. “Look carefully. The body will even orgasm if its truly rape, meaning she did not desire it. But look at her eyes, and facial muscles. She is loving it. She is like you in some aspects, as the pain of how she has been standing since we came in has tired her, causing aches. The pulling of her nipple clamps is painful, but she is craving more, look at her face carefully, does she look unhappy?” he asked her.
Staring at the woman, she replied, “No, she does not look unhappy Master. She looks to enjoy it.” as she looked back to Victor.
“Yes, I agree whole-heartedly. Now, everyone is different where there limits are, and I will explore those with you. If you wish to continue past our seventy-two hour time, we can go further in exploring those. That is part of the fun. We all have some limits of what we want and will do and then things you refuse or adamantly do not want to do. I am sticking by your honest answers you gave me. Unless you wish to change what you told me, I will continue down the path YOU sent us on.” he said quietly.
A few minutes went by after the conversation and the food suddenly came out brought by their waitress. She gently and carefully placed the food in front of Victor and then handed a bowl to Victor. The waitress obviously wishing to let Victor decided how to handle giving the food to the sub. Victor took the bowl and placed it on the table in front of Jasmine. Victor said thank you to let the waitress go.
“Now Jasmine, I am stickler for being clean when eating out. Its embarrassing to have a submissive that cannot eat like a civilized person. If you cannot, you will have to be punished of course. Other than that, please enjoy your lunch.”
“Thank you Master.” she said as she started to eat her lunch as carefully as she could.
Victor and Jasmine ate in silence between themselves, but the woman on the rack being abused and pleasured by numerous people kept pulling her attention from her lunch. Victor noticed this, he had over time, developed the skill of being able to pay attention to objects in his peripheral vision and he watched her like a hawk, knowing what was interesting her. Then he saw his opening, she was trying to hide it.
“My pet, are you not able to eat properly? Do you need lessons?” he looked at her sternly.
Jasmine, had dropped some of the slippery Linguine on her lap and acted like it was not there, trying to effectively hid it from Victor. “I am sorry Master, the Linguine is a bit...hard to eat on a fork.” she said apologetically, with a bit of apprehension.
“I believe you are sorry my pet, but you will have to be disciplined as I had warned. Finish your linguine, and if you drop more, the punishment will be drastically worse.” was all he said as he smiled to the waitress for a refill of his water while finishing his meal. Jasmine sat for a moment in disbelief, that as small noodle dropped on her lap should constitute punishment. “Would he punish me at home or here?” was all she could ask, becoming almost terrified and excited at the same time. After over thinking it for a few seconds, she looked up at the woman still being abused and to her surprise, she was getting wet once more in her belt. She looked back at her food and tried to continue eating, but realized she had lost her appetite, for food that is, and waited for her punishment that she knew was going to come.
Ten minutes later, Victor, who was obviously taking his time decided he was done, and waved to the waitress. “Miss, my pet here has been disrespectful to me and this establishment, I would like to use one of the rooms so that we are alone.” was all he said, Jasmine shifting in her seat, when the vibrator in her seat suddenly sparked to life at full blast, causing her to moan quietly. The waitress and Victor looked at her for a moment, and the waitress responded, “Of course, the room is ready for you, I assume you know its location and its rules?” she said with a smile, he replied, “Yes.”
Victor stood from the table and reached down to Jasmine and unlocked the chain holding her hostage to it. “Follow me.” was all he said. Meanwhile, the intruder to Jasmine was chipping away at any self respect and self control she had as she was marked to a small staircase that was located just behind them. The started climbing, and the effort to climb the stairs, moved the vibrator back and forth in her causing her to moan a few more times. When she thought she was about to succumb to it, it fell silent and she growled under her breath, how mean....
The room at the top of the stairs, was just above and to the side of the main dining hall. Victor opened the door and escorted her in the room, closing it behind her. The floor and one wall, were made of a mirror. How odd she though to herself. Along the three other walls were various tie point, bondage furniture etc...A plethora of places for her to be disciplined, at least noone would witness this, she thought to herself.
“Now Jasmine, for your disrespecting me and this establishment, you need to be punished. Look at your leather skirt” he said, pointing to a spot where the noodle had fallen and was smeared on the leather to hide its existence. “I purchased this for you, and you treat it like this. Turn around” he said strongly, with his usual authority.
She did, and he started unlacing the laces on her corset. Moment passed and once again, she was able to breath far easier, and he nipple ties to her belt, caused pain to re-erupt once the corset came off, allowing it to more a bit freer. He folded the dress as best he could and laid it on a chair by the door. He approached her again, and untied the nipple ties and the string attaching them to her belt.
“Now, you will be punished.” was all he said as he led her to the mirrored wall facing him, inside the room. He moved to a large wooden cabinet built into the wall, opening it, and pulled out something small, putting it in his pocket. He then produced a leather harness of some type as well as a penis gag harness. He came back to Jasmine and looked at her. “Open your mouth.”
She did immediately upon hearing the command, but was feeling ashamed for having failed him and disrespecting him. He held up a penis gag in front of her. “Remember, think of this as me. Caress it while its in you.” he said and pushed the large object into her mouth. He then tightened the harness, securing it to her head. “Spread your legs please, I wish to remove your belt.”
Once again, she did as requested, and was happy to. She was very happy to get this evil device off her. It tormented her on command from Victor, let alone not being all the conformable. Victor pulled out a key chain from his pocket and unlocked the locks holding her belt on. He slowly removed it and Jasmine moaned as the vibrator was removed from her sex slowly punishing her one more time. She slowly moved her hands down to her naval and was about to unconsciously touch herself when Victor spat quickly, “I did not give you permission to touch yourself.” She woke up and pulled her hands back from about to touch herself.
Victor started to wrap the harness around her lower body, she recognized it. A harness to hold a massager against her sex. Jasmine moaned a little bit in anticipation of the pleasure she foresaw in the near future. Victor reached into his pocket and produced what she saw earlier, but now recognized it, clover nipple clamps. She cringed a bit seeing those evil devices. He reached up and pinched her right nipple having it respond with an instant hardening, then he pinched and attached it, causing a groan come from her gagged mouth. He repeated it again on her left nipple.
“Turn around” he said. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, her latexed form was erotic to behold to even her own eyes. Victor reached for one hand and pulled it up towards a bolt in the wall. In moments, both her wrists were pulled to the corners of the room, restraining her from moving from the spot she stood. With he face up against the mirror, her nipples were touching the mirror, causing them to be squeezed and bent, causing the biting to increase. Jasmine saw also Victor kneeling down behind her attaching a massager to her harness touching her sex. Reaching around her chest, he also attached a small weight to the chain pulling down on her nipples, causing more stinging.
“Now, I am going to go have desert alone since today you cant seem to be able to eat in a civilized manner. I am sure you will learn a lesson up here.” he said as he turned the massager on and walked out of the room. Jasmine started squirming a bit, but tried to stop, between the mirrored wall pressing on her nipple clamps, and the weight swinging back and forth.
Victor walked downstairs back to his table, called the waitress over for a dessert. He then looked up, to see the body of Jasmine through the one way mirror, tied to the glass being tormented by nipple and sex.
Friday – 1:30pm
“Driver, pull up but wait in front of the door for a minute, I have to discuss something with my partner.” Victor said into a speaker so the driver new what to do. A response only came back and said “Yes sir.”
Jasmine looked at Victor curiously waiting for the discussion he was talking about.
“Jasmine, normally I would not do this, I tend to be somewhat of a 'rip the bandaid off' kind of guy to force experiences, but in this case, I am going to make an exception, just once, for you. You are frightened people will see you. I can understand that, as you yet still are trying to figure out who you are. I have a way, that will let you go in this building, and keep your identify only known to you and me. We ARE going into the building, so you have two choices. With or without a hood on.” he said as he pulled out a black latex hood that she can only presume, he purchased last night at the Latex Doll when she was not looking. Jasmine looked at the hood and saw it had two eye holes and a mouth hole, so she would be able to see just fine” he said gingerly looking at her.
“Yes Master I think I would, use the hood that is.” she responded quickly.
“Very well” he said as he slid closer to her. He pulled out a device and started to work on her collar, and suddenly it came off. “Sorry, have to remove this to make it easier to get the hood on, I know you are missing it already.” he said with a snicker. The funny part, after only having one for almost a day, she HAD gotten used to one. Victor then grabbed her hair and started to put it into a pony tail using some rubber bands that she didn't even know he had. Once he completed that, he pulled the hood to the top of her hear and started to thread the pony tail thru another hole in the top of the hood she didn't see. Once that was completed, he started pulling the hood down, slowly, making sure it was sitting just where it needed to, and even adjusted the ponytail a few times to make sure it was not pinching her. In the back he started pulling on a zipper to zip it up to tighten it up, so it would not move. Immediately Jasmine felt a bit strange, the hood was quite tight, almost like an extreme sun-tan, where your skin almost seems like it has shrunk. She was able to move her mouth, breath just fine, and blink of course, as should be the case with a hood of this nature. Victor then put the collar back on her neck and locked it. He also attached a D ring to the back of the collar.
**click**
He locked the hood, to the collar, it was now NOT coming off with the key or being cut off.
“Now, do you feel a bit better about this? No one will know who you are.”
“Yes Master, thank you for your kindness to me.” she said with her expressionless masked face.
“Just note, even though we may not go out again in the 72 hour window you have now, the next time, assuming there is next time, there will be no mask, unless I will it, understand?” he said authoritatively.
She nodded, “Of course Master.”
“Driver, we are ready.”
The driver exited the limo and opened the door for Jasmine, helping her out of the vehicle. While the drive was helping her out of the car, the nipple ties pulled and tugged at her nipples in an irritating, painful erotic fashion. She could not understand how pain was charging her up this much. Victor exited his side at the same time and walked over to Jasmine and the driver.
“Driver, I will call when we are ready to leave, should be only a few hours, in the meantime you have time to get lunch for yourself.”
The driver nodded and walked back to the drivers door and hopped in to leave as soon as his charges entered the building. Victor pulled out another D ring for Jasmine collar and snapped\locked it on.
“I should just leave this ring on the collar...shall we enter?” he said looking at Jasmine.
She nodded and approached Victor thinking she was going to be walked into the building as his equal, she was wrong. Victor reached out and attached a leach to her collar and turned walking in, pulling her with him, just a foot or two behind.
Jasmine, a little humiliated at being dragged into a public place on a leash, followed Victor to the doors. The well-groomed, suited doorman, nodded to Victor, ignoring Jasmine as though she was not there, and opened the door and just held it will Victor and the pet he was bringing passed thru the entrance, only to close it quickly when she was thru the threshold. Inside the first set of doors was a long, non-descript hallway that turned to the right that ended in another set of doors. This time, the doorman was far different. The doorman on the left, was actually a woman. She was clad in a leather harness that encircled her exposed breasts and this hardness had straps that went down in two places between her legs coming out the back and hooked up to the other side of the harness. She had seen something like this at The Latex Doll. On her legs, she was wearing not knee high boots, but thigh high leather boots that actually were connected to via straps to the leather harness. On the bottom of the boots were what looked like horse hoofs on the end. The lady was standing there, essentially on the balls of her feet, as there was no support under her heel. On her neck was a leather posture collar that kept her from turning her head and on her head, was a bridle of some sort. A bit gag that went thru her mouth and wrapped around her head in multiple places. Her wrists were cuffed and locked to her waist by a foot long chain on each side. Looking closer, everything on her was locked on, everything. She would not be able to remove anything. Jasmine was in awe at the beauty and eroticism this women presented. She didn't notice it till she was about to pass, but the women, had a horse tail coming out of her ass....
The doorman, opened the door for Victor, ignoring Jasmine, although held it as the first doorman did, and closed it as soon as Jasmine passed the threshold. Victor walked up to a women dressed in heels, short leather shirt (and fishnet hose) and a brocade corset top. She looked up and smiled, “My Victor?” she said verifying who she was speaking to.
“Yes, your table is ready for your and your pet.” she said, not looking at Jasmine as she led Victor to a table in the corner of the room, a little isolated, but still within full view of everything going on. She stepped behind Victor and pulled out his chair so he could sit. She as any well groomed and trained restaurant Hostess made sure he was comfortable, the whole time Jasmine standing right next to Victor, as he sat. The Hostess, grabbed the leash from his hand and proceed to lead her to the seat next to him. She never said a word to Jasmine, but still showed all the grace and politeness you could find at any upscale restaurant. Jasmine noticed, this chair, was a bit shorter then his. Jasmine was completely taken by surprise when the following happened. The Hostess, in a lightning but well executed and practiced act, reached under the sturdy table, pulling out a chain, that was retractable, and quickly locked it to Jasmine's collar. The Hostess then handed a key to Victor and walked off.
Jasmine looked up at Victor with a look of shock, as much as can be given with someone wearing a latex mask. “A proper sub may never leave the table without permission, this reinforces that. Nothing odd about it my dear.” Jasmine nodded subtlety and started to look around the room. Now that she was still she had a chance to look around the restaurant.
The restaurant was something like a large French Bistro. The tables, about fifteen to twenty of them, looked to be heavy duty tables with linens to make them look light weight like a “typical bistro” table. Some of the tables were occupied and some were not. There was a few “typical Dominatrix's” and their submissive's chained to the tables very similar to how Jasmine was. At one of the tables near then, Jasmine saw the submissive was actually eating food from a dog bowl. The sub was on his elbows because his forearms were attacked to his triceps with a series of leather restraints, that connected behind the subs neck. Another sub was completely naked and was restrained to their chair completely. The Master was feeding the sub slowly thru his O-ring gag some soup.
There were numerous waiters that were walking with distinct purpose to the different tables with drinks and food. They were dressed in fairly typically designed tuxedos, but with one change, they were in latex or rubber for each waiter or waitress. The furniture on a large ledge, that surrounded the main dining area was quite a popular place. She saw on the ledge the different types of furniture that she saw in the club, but these were actively being used, vigorously.
The first was some sort of hanging frame. The frame was a large 'T' shaped wood frame. In front of the frame, a submissive was 'hanging' from it. Each hand was attached to the extended top of the 'T' by large leather cuffs. At the subs neck, was a large leather cuff that attached it to the back of the 'T' and another on the subs mid-drift. Down at the bottom, the sub had her ankles chains to the floor. Numerous people were standing in front of her, taking turns, pulling the nipple chains on her large breasts and another was slowly shoving a wine bottle into her pussy slowly. The sub was moaning in both pleasure and pain as she was tortured from the nipples and pleasured from the pussy. Jasmine was erotically disgusted by the group effort occurring around this poor....poor...lucky woman?
Jasmine was confusedly conflicted at this time, seeing this woman in effect being raped and tortured by numerous people. She started once again, getting a bit more excited as she watched, but did not entirely understand why.
“Sir, have you looked over the menu?” a waitress said as Jasmine suddenly woke up from her preoccupation with the women and he circumstances. She looked to see the waitress was dressed in what looked somewhat like a tuxedo, made of PVC.
“Yes, I would like to have the Crab Ravioli in white sauce. For my pet, I would like to get Shrimp Linguine. Water is all we need for drinks. Thank you.” is all he said to the waitress. She smiled, and walked away. “My dear, I assume you like Shrimp Linguine?” he said with a smile. “Now, tell me what you are thinking. What do you see here? What are you feeling?” he said looking at her latex clad face.
“Well Master, I...” she stammered and looked down, then looked up and continued, “I am conflicted.”
“How so? About what?” he inquired.
“So far, I have had an incredible time, but the confusion of my place is where I am. I of course enjoy the pleasure you give me, and...how do I say it...I even enjoy the pain you inflict on me. This is very confusing to me, how can I the pain?” she said...
“Pain and pleasure are, sad to say, different aspects of the same coin. A person like yourself, a sub, or bottom as its know in the BDSM universe, is wired, mentally in such a way, they desire certain things, just as I desire certain things. Its part of what makes us tick. Let me start with me. As you have seen, I like being in control. I like it so much, that I actually as they say, 'get off on it.' That means, I derive significant pleasure from it. Now, add on the bondage aspect, I enjoy it as well. I have been on the receiving else of bondage, so have no fear, I have been where you sit, but I learned what made me tick. I have also learned in my years, that a true bottom/submissive, needs to be guided cautiously. The reason I take that very seriously, is that so many in this scene don't truly understand what a 'real' bottom needs. They need a guiding hand, to help them along the way. Some bottoms, simply enjoy the bondage, and enjoy pain, but are not submissive. To you, I want to give my honest feeling from what little I have learned from you. With your past, you were controlled. You grew up that way. Unto itself its not bad, but of course you were treated badly as a child, I have no forgiveness for someone who did that. You are older. You are actually craving, from someone, to control you, but you need a Master who is compassionate. You have had a rough life, no argument there. You need someone to help you learn a side of yourself that you have never seen. That is why you came to me. Now, pain and pleasure, this is both complex and simple at the same time. We, as humans, are all wired slightly differently. We are all different. So for you, who are finding some pleasure from pain itself, its not wrong. Its who you are. Trust me, I know.” he said with a sideways smirk admitting he likes a bit of pain himself. “There is nothing wrong in you exploring how this pain affects your pleasure centers, as much as your pleasure centers react. I cant explain it, but that is the simple truth of us all. Some like the pain aspect, some do not. Does this make sense to you?” he inquired.
“Yes Master it does, that does help. But I look at her” and she points to the women still being in essence raped by the bottle. “and I am not sure I want that.” she admitted.
“Well my pet, we will take things one step at a time. Think about it this way. Generally speaking (there are always exceptions) people here are here because they CRAVE it. Look at her now” he said pointing to her. “Look carefully. The body will even orgasm if its truly rape, meaning she did not desire it. But look at her eyes, and facial muscles. She is loving it. She is like you in some aspects, as the pain of how she has been standing since we came in has tired her, causing aches. The pulling of her nipple clamps is painful, but she is craving more, look at her face carefully, does she look unhappy?” he asked her.
Staring at the woman, she replied, “No, she does not look unhappy Master. She looks to enjoy it.” as she looked back to Victor.
“Yes, I agree whole-heartedly. Now, everyone is different where there limits are, and I will explore those with you. If you wish to continue past our seventy-two hour time, we can go further in exploring those. That is part of the fun. We all have some limits of what we want and will do and then things you refuse or adamantly do not want to do. I am sticking by your honest answers you gave me. Unless you wish to change what you told me, I will continue down the path YOU sent us on.” he said quietly.
A few minutes went by after the conversation and the food suddenly came out brought by their waitress. She gently and carefully placed the food in front of Victor and then handed a bowl to Victor. The waitress obviously wishing to let Victor decided how to handle giving the food to the sub. Victor took the bowl and placed it on the table in front of Jasmine. Victor said thank you to let the waitress go.
“Now Jasmine, I am stickler for being clean when eating out. Its embarrassing to have a submissive that cannot eat like a civilized person. If you cannot, you will have to be punished of course. Other than that, please enjoy your lunch.”
“Thank you Master.” she said as she started to eat her lunch as carefully as she could.
Victor and Jasmine ate in silence between themselves, but the woman on the rack being abused and pleasured by numerous people kept pulling her attention from her lunch. Victor noticed this, he had over time, developed the skill of being able to pay attention to objects in his peripheral vision and he watched her like a hawk, knowing what was interesting her. Then he saw his opening, she was trying to hide it.
“My pet, are you not able to eat properly? Do you need lessons?” he looked at her sternly.
Jasmine, had dropped some of the slippery Linguine on her lap and acted like it was not there, trying to effectively hid it from Victor. “I am sorry Master, the Linguine is a bit...hard to eat on a fork.” she said apologetically, with a bit of apprehension.
“I believe you are sorry my pet, but you will have to be disciplined as I had warned. Finish your linguine, and if you drop more, the punishment will be drastically worse.” was all he said as he smiled to the waitress for a refill of his water while finishing his meal. Jasmine sat for a moment in disbelief, that as small noodle dropped on her lap should constitute punishment. “Would he punish me at home or here?” was all she could ask, becoming almost terrified and excited at the same time. After over thinking it for a few seconds, she looked up at the woman still being abused and to her surprise, she was getting wet once more in her belt. She looked back at her food and tried to continue eating, but realized she had lost her appetite, for food that is, and waited for her punishment that she knew was going to come.
Ten minutes later, Victor, who was obviously taking his time decided he was done, and waved to the waitress. “Miss, my pet here has been disrespectful to me and this establishment, I would like to use one of the rooms so that we are alone.” was all he said, Jasmine shifting in her seat, when the vibrator in her seat suddenly sparked to life at full blast, causing her to moan quietly. The waitress and Victor looked at her for a moment, and the waitress responded, “Of course, the room is ready for you, I assume you know its location and its rules?” she said with a smile, he replied, “Yes.”
Victor stood from the table and reached down to Jasmine and unlocked the chain holding her hostage to it. “Follow me.” was all he said. Meanwhile, the intruder to Jasmine was chipping away at any self respect and self control she had as she was marked to a small staircase that was located just behind them. The started climbing, and the effort to climb the stairs, moved the vibrator back and forth in her causing her to moan a few more times. When she thought she was about to succumb to it, it fell silent and she growled under her breath, how mean....
The room at the top of the stairs, was just above and to the side of the main dining hall. Victor opened the door and escorted her in the room, closing it behind her. The floor and one wall, were made of a mirror. How odd she though to herself. Along the three other walls were various tie point, bondage furniture etc...A plethora of places for her to be disciplined, at least noone would witness this, she thought to herself.
“Now Jasmine, for your disrespecting me and this establishment, you need to be punished. Look at your leather skirt” he said, pointing to a spot where the noodle had fallen and was smeared on the leather to hide its existence. “I purchased this for you, and you treat it like this. Turn around” he said strongly, with his usual authority.
She did, and he started unlacing the laces on her corset. Moment passed and once again, she was able to breath far easier, and he nipple ties to her belt, caused pain to re-erupt once the corset came off, allowing it to more a bit freer. He folded the dress as best he could and laid it on a chair by the door. He approached her again, and untied the nipple ties and the string attaching them to her belt.
“Now, you will be punished.” was all he said as he led her to the mirrored wall facing him, inside the room. He moved to a large wooden cabinet built into the wall, opening it, and pulled out something small, putting it in his pocket. He then produced a leather harness of some type as well as a penis gag harness. He came back to Jasmine and looked at her. “Open your mouth.”
She did immediately upon hearing the command, but was feeling ashamed for having failed him and disrespecting him. He held up a penis gag in front of her. “Remember, think of this as me. Caress it while its in you.” he said and pushed the large object into her mouth. He then tightened the harness, securing it to her head. “Spread your legs please, I wish to remove your belt.”
Once again, she did as requested, and was happy to. She was very happy to get this evil device off her. It tormented her on command from Victor, let alone not being all the conformable. Victor pulled out a key chain from his pocket and unlocked the locks holding her belt on. He slowly removed it and Jasmine moaned as the vibrator was removed from her sex slowly punishing her one more time. She slowly moved her hands down to her naval and was about to unconsciously touch herself when Victor spat quickly, “I did not give you permission to touch yourself.” She woke up and pulled her hands back from about to touch herself.
Victor started to wrap the harness around her lower body, she recognized it. A harness to hold a massager against her sex. Jasmine moaned a little bit in anticipation of the pleasure she foresaw in the near future. Victor reached into his pocket and produced what she saw earlier, but now recognized it, clover nipple clamps. She cringed a bit seeing those evil devices. He reached up and pinched her right nipple having it respond with an instant hardening, then he pinched and attached it, causing a groan come from her gagged mouth. He repeated it again on her left nipple.
“Turn around” he said. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, her latexed form was erotic to behold to even her own eyes. Victor reached for one hand and pulled it up towards a bolt in the wall. In moments, both her wrists were pulled to the corners of the room, restraining her from moving from the spot she stood. With he face up against the mirror, her nipples were touching the mirror, causing them to be squeezed and bent, causing the biting to increase. Jasmine saw also Victor kneeling down behind her attaching a massager to her harness touching her sex. Reaching around her chest, he also attached a small weight to the chain pulling down on her nipples, causing more stinging.
“Now, I am going to go have desert alone since today you cant seem to be able to eat in a civilized manner. I am sure you will learn a lesson up here.” he said as he turned the massager on and walked out of the room. Jasmine started squirming a bit, but tried to stop, between the mirrored wall pressing on her nipple clamps, and the weight swinging back and forth.
Victor walked downstairs back to his table, called the waitress over for a dessert. He then looked up, to see the body of Jasmine through the one way mirror, tied to the glass being tormented by nipple and sex.
Re: A Complete Surprise
Chapter 12 – Betrayal
Friday – 3:30 pm
Victor enjoyed his desert and looked up once again to see Jasmine was still attached to the one way mirror, in full view of everyone, gagged, nipple clamped and being teased mercilessly by the massager on her sex. Every time she was close to climaxing, the vibrator would shut off and leave her hanging in extreme frustration. This happened time and time again keeping her one the edge for 30 minutes along the way, her nipples were being pulled and pulled causing her extreme pain. Her torture, through the one way mirror was a show for the entire restaurant to watch.
“Excuse me, sorry to disturb you, do you have a moment?” said a large woman to Victor.
“Yes of course I some time” he said standing and gesturing to a seat at his table. When sitting he motioned to the waitress to get him a coffee. She nodded and walked off to fill his request. He looked up to see his guest was a larger woman, what the typical world's view of a woman, plus sized. She was you would say was a homely looking woman with brown hair. She was though, immaculately dressed in a leather corset, spandex leggings and leather heels.
“I am Vanessa Street, or to my slaves, Mistress Vanessa.” she said with smile offering her hand to Victor.
“Victor Singletary, a pleasure.” he said.
“I wanted to inquire about your slave. Is she for sale?” she said inquiring with a smile.
“Miss Vanessa, no she is not. She is very new to her new status. She is still learning what it is to be what she truly is. Breaking down the barriers. She at this point needs to learn how to eat in public.” Victor said with a smile.
“Its a shame. She is so very lovely, even if I cannot see her face. I bet she would be a lovely Pony.” she said with an admiring smile.
“Yes, I bet she would” he agreed.
“Well, I would love one day to spend some time with her if that is of course ok with you. No need to answer now. I am going to have the waitress give you my phone number. I don't want to waste your time while you are training your slave.” she said when getting up from the table to leave.
Victor sat there for a moment, putting some sugar and cream in his coffee, thinking about what Mistress Vanessa wanted and said. He was a lucky man to have a woman of such beauty and will as his submissive. He looked up at the room above and believe he had the best seat in the house, with a fantastic view both her front and nether regions. He sat there admiring this view till it hit about the fourty-five minute mark. At that point, he headed back upstairs.
Once he entered the room he heard her moaning loudly as she could through the penis gag. “Have you learned your lessons my dear?”
She vigorously nodded her head back and forth mumbling some semblance of a yes as much as she could, in the process, shaking the nipple clamp chain and weights a bit more, causing her more torment. Victor reached around her, and removed the left nipple clamp, without telling her of course. The removal of the clamp caused all the blood to flow easilly back into the formally clamped area, causing her extreme (but short lived) pain, as well as a bit of pleasure from what he could hear from her extremely loud groan and moan. The right nipple clamp was then removed, causing a much louder groan and moan. Jasmine even jumped a little bit it had caused her so much pleasure upon coming off.
Victor, walked over to the control panel (a small box attached to the massagers power cord) and turned it on high for her.
“Darling, I am now going to give you some pleasure, as a reminder, I control your pain, AND pleasure. In time, I may not be generous to you, but you wished to learn about your deeper self, and I am helping you find that.” he said clearly so she could hear over her own moaning.
Jasmine, with only her arms attached to the wall, at this time, was almost jumping, as much as she could, wearing her heals with her arms tied at fourty-five degree angles to the wall. She pleasure rushing through Jasmine was intense as the massager gave her wave after wave of pleasure, she did not realize the volume of the moaning coming out of her as she climaxed for the first time since she was tied to the wall. As soon as the volume decreased and it simply became a panting from behind the gag, the massager was turned off, causing her to groan in anger.
“Did you enjoy that my sweet?” he said gingerly petting her latex corseltte clad back.
“Uh Huh” was all she could really say while nodding vigorously.
“Its time to head home now.”
Victor unhooked the harness holding the massager to her sex and immediately, grabbed the steel chastity belt and hooked it to her waist. Jasmine saw this and started to try to wiggle away from him, but Victor slapped her bare ass and got her to become still again. After hooking the belt back on, he slid the vaginal intruder back into her, once again, getting her to moan again. Victor thought to himself, he loved her groans and moans. There was something to sensual to it that he never truly had with his ex wife. The woman in front of him, had willingly submitted to him, so far, in ways she never wanted to. Some of Jasmine's moans had a tone to it, that got very low in its pitch, that almost seemed unnatural for a woman of her build and shape. This particular moan, just excited him to hear. Something about that specific one, reinforced his need to be in control of her. It was exhilarating.
After locking the belt on, he turned it on low, getting a little yipe coming out of her and a moan. He then unlocked and removed the penis gag causing her to sigh in relief and start the ever typical, stretching of the mouth once a gag is removed.
“Thank you Master, and sorry for disrespecting you and the establishment.” she replied once her oral stretching was done.
Petting the side of her face softly, “My pet, I know you are, you just need some more training in how to act appropriately. Before we go home, you need to get dressed again. I wiped the leather off for you, so it should be clean again. He started to then wrap the corset dress around her once more and tighten it gromet by gromet, causing the typical heaving and shallow breathing by Jasmine. Once that was done, he untied her hands and attached the leash to her collar and replied to her. “Lets get home.”
He started walking out of the room towing her behind by the leash. It suddenly hit Jasmine when they reached the bottom of the stairs as she looked up and realized, the wall she was tied to, was a one way mirror. EVERYONE in the restaurant could see her being tormented above them. She stopped walking in horror of what she had just done and what had happened to her. Victor turned after he had pulled the leash.
“What is it pet?” he inquired...
“They could see me!” she said in a mouse like voice full of regret and shame.
“Come, lets talk in the car, its waiting.” he said she started walking to the garage. Moments later, Jasmine was in the limo, still being teased by the belt, next to Victor. She turned to Victor.
She yelled, “That was humiliating Victor! Why would you have me do that in front of everyone? I am humiliated!” she screamed.
Victor turned off the vibrator so there was no distraction and turned to look at her. “First, let me ask you this, Yes or No, did you enjoy being in that room?” he said tartly and with a bit of bite.
“Well Yes.”
“Second, with the hood on, did anyone recognize you?” he bit back again
“Well No”
“Third, does the fact people could see you, even though they could not recognize you, diminish the pleasure **I** gave you?” he said, stressing the fact he, as the Master, gave her this pleasure.
“I guess not” she replied...
“Fourth, I seem to remember on your questionnaire a response you put on it.” Victor then pulled out her questionnaire she filled out for him. “Let me quote, Would you be opposed of in favor of, performing a sexual or being forced to perform a sexual act in front of other, while having your identify concealed. Your response was, I quote, Yes, as long as my identity was concealed. Now, is that what just happened?”
“Well yes, bu...” she was cut off by Victor.
“Now...I followed your rules you gave to me, to the letter. I will obey these rules to the letter, for our weekend. After that we can talk later, but you are here to learn by my rules as a submissive which we both know you are, within the boundaries we set via this piece of paper. You still do not understand, and I thought you did. Lastly, you have disrespected me once more, by disobedience and failing to use my title. I do not like being questioned at all, when I did as you essentially gave me permission to do. This will get you punished once we get home.” he said with finality, folding up the paper and putting it back in his back pocket, not even looking at her.
“but...” she stammered.
“No, not now, wait till we get home.” was all he said.
The car ride home, was so silent it was deafening. Everything Jasmine heard, was louder than it should be, the car engine, car road noise, traffic, you name it. Nothing emanated from the limo cab and she was so ashamed of her actions, she dared not looked at Victor in his face.
Chapter 13 – Jasmine's next Punishment
Friday – 4:30 pm
The limo pulled up to the house and the driver opened the door for Jasmine and she stepped out with the drivers help saying thank you in a small voice. She turned and Victor had already exited the limo and walked around to her side of the limo. Handing the driver an envelope, he said thank you and took Jasmine by the arm softly, escorting her to the door. The moments they were in front of the door while Victor found his key, seemed like an eternity for Jasmine. She did not know what to think at this point. He was angry in the limo at her for yelling and disrespecting him, let alone questing him.
The door opened and he escorted her in the front room. After he closed the door and placed a few personal items like wallet, etc there, he looked up at Jasmine.
“My pet” he said calmly. “I wish to apologize.” he said again smiling and looking at Jasmine.
“For...for what Master” she said questioning but afraid of the response.
“First lets get that hood off, I would like to see your beautiful face while we talk for a few.” he said as he started to pull the hood of her head after unlocking the small lock at its base. Her hair fell down in sweaty clumps all along her face and head. Then he turned her around, and started unlacing the corset dress without telling her it too was coming off.
“Jasmine, my apology was for not warning you. I have a bit of a temper at times, and I never properly warned you. I usually calm down very quick and that was the quiet time on the ride home. That is not your fault.”
“Its ok Master” she said while he continued to unlace her corset.
“That being said Jasmine, that did not excuse your outburst to me. You will be punished for that. Do you understand why?” he asked still tugging on the corset.
“Yes Master, I was so shocked I was seen, that I....I...reacted....badly.” she said with shame.
Finishing the corset, he asked her to undress entirely. She immediately started to unbuckle her corslette from her thigh highs. “Master, I will need your to unlock my heels and my belt for me to be completely undressed.”
“Ahh, correct, let me help you.” he reached to the floor and pulled the locks off the heels and helped her out of them. She groaned and sighed relief a bit being rid of the shoes that were causing her so much discomfort. Reaching up to her belt, he unlocked it for her. “I have unlocked it, you can undress the rest of the way. Are you thirsty? I need a drink of water.” he asked as he walked towards the kitchen.
Jasmine proceeded to slowly pull the dildo out of her vagina and cringed a little bit at it being removed. She then proceeded to remove the corslette, thigh highs and gloves, leaving her with nothing but the collar. Jasmine started to fold each of her items she removed and placed them on a chair just inside the door and she stood there waiting for Victor. He came back with two glasses of water and invited her to sit on the couch opposite him.
“Jasmine, before we get to your punishment please drink up.” he handed her a glass of water, similar to his. They finished their water together and Jasmine looked up to him.
“I am ready for my punishment Master. I deserved it.” she said with resolve and kneeled in front of him with her arms behind her back and her head held high. Victor looked down at her, and smiled.
“You make me proud. Now, follow me please.” he said helping her up and moving into the formal dining room that she had not seen. The room was large and spacious with a large wooden table in the center, surrounded by ten chairs. The table was not the best quality, it looked old and second hand, but at one point in time, must have been extremely expensive. Victor must have picked it up at an auction at some time, and was going to restore it.
“Wait here. I need to go upstairs to grab a few things.” She nodded and waited. About five minutes later, he returned with a small bag of items.
“Now Jasmine, its time.” He grabbed her and twisted her and slowly tied a rope harness around her tits, torso with two sets of ropes going between her legs. Nothing restrictive, more or less to remind her he has her. Jasmine smiles as he finished a tie and cut the ends off with medical scissors. “Do you like this?” he asked.
“Yes Master, its kinda nice.” she said with a blush.
“Next. Get up on the table please.” he ordered and she responded immediately. “Now, lay down on the table spread eagle.” She did.
Over the next few minutes, he tied each limb to the corresponding table leg. He also then took some time to lasso a rope under the table connecting her torso to the table, keeping her from being able to effectively move much more than a few inches. He then also attached a set of small long term nipple lassos to each nipple attaching them to string and ran those under the table as well. He made the string we a bit tight, nothing dangerous for long term usage, just irritating and maddening when she moves, as moving in one direction will pull the opposite nipple the other direction. The last item he then was the isolation hood. He reached across the table and started to wrap it around her head. He laced it up and smiled at her mouth that was accessible.
The next part Victor decided was to have her orgasm....relentlessly. He pulled the massager he used on her a few times already, he placed it on the table in between her legs and then pulled out some rope. He started lashing the massager to her as best he could. If its not perfect, it will still work to punish her more than stimulate her. Either way, win win.
He turned it on, and left the room.
Victor returned 15 minutes later and she was bucking on the table trying to get the massager to do its job, obviously, the lashing he put together was not keeping it in contact with her sex, so it just tormented her. At this time, he decided to really have some fun with her. Reaching into the bag, he pulled a few candles out, with a box of matches. In between her increased moaning, he crawled onto the table standing now with his legs on each side of her wait, giving her no idea he was there. He lit a candle with a match, holding it above her stomach. It took about two minutes for the wax started to build up and then he tilted the candle above her pelvis, dripping its liquid contents onto her. When the wax hit her, she squealed loudly and bucked on the table, unable to do anything to get her out of range of whatever was happening.
Victor performed the hot wax treatment on Jasmine for over two hours. The entire time, she was being teased and tormented by the massager. She had climaxed as few times, but due to its not to permanent contact on her sex, it was spotty at best. This situation caused her to constantly buck and move her torso and hips, to have it move the massager to try to make contact with her. The entire while, her nipples were being pulled one direction or another as well as hot wax being dripped on her nipples, breasts, torso, arms, pelvis knees and shins. He stayed away from dropping wax on her sex. One thing at a time. Once done with the candle, which took two hours, he got off the table quietly and left the room. Her punishment was far from over.
Victor actually went to his office, and performed some paperwork, not thirty feet away from Jasmine. He also made a few phone calls, and ordered some groceries to be delivered as well as some other planning ideas for Jasmine and his bunker. He so wanted to use the bunker, but did not want to use it, till it was ready, and it needed some more work.
After a total of about four to five hours on the table, he figured it was time to remove her. He approached her, and her struggling has died down, just from partial exhaustion, desensitization and futility. He turned the massager off and then moved to her hood and slowly removed it.
“My pet, did you learn a lesson here?” he asked smiling, looking directly at her above her.
“Yes Master, do you happen to have water?” she said quietly.
“Yes, just a moment, I need to get you off the table so you can actually drink it without choking. He crawled under the table and went from corner to corner and then to the center untying each rope and string there. When he popped up, he told her to get up and sit on the end of the table, ropes still attached to her, while he went to get her water. When he returned she greedily drank while he removed all the ropes.
“Jasmine, its about 10 pm now. I want you to go take a shower in my shower upstairs. I have ordered us pizza and tomorrow I will have groceries delivered as well. You will be cooking for me, for the end of your servitude for me. But for now, hit the shower, and NO pleasuring yourself, understood? If you do, I will tease you the entire time you are here, with no reprieve, and no climax.” he said looking at her closely.
She nodded depressed. The massager was murder. It teased her over and over. She was able to climax a few times, in the hours she was on the table, but it seemed the longer on the table she was, the more desensitized she became, so she was unable to climax, but it still excited her, causing her so much pent up frustration. “As you not going to join me Master?” she inquired with a smile.
“No, I need to wait for the pizza. Go...” he said pointing upstairs.
She did as was told, headed upstairs and hopped in the shower. As she was cleaning herself she rubbed her sex and moaned deeply as she was cleaning that particular area. She was so excited it took all her willpower to keep her hands was rubbing herself a second time there. The shower was wonderful, it had a mystical power of rejuvenating the body, just by having nice hot water, luxuriously running down it. It took her about ten to fifteen minutes to finish the shower and then she started to blow dry her hair, at least so it was not dripping when she heard the door-bell for the pizza delivery. She decided it was acceptable, cleaned up the bathroom and ran downstairs, of course, still naked.
As she ran downstairs she did not even see the pizza delivery person standing to the side waiting to get paid. Jasmine turned the opposite direction of the delivery woman and yelled out excitedly. “I am hungry, thank you Master for the pizza.” She stopped, her sixth sense telling her to turn around and there she saw, a pizza delivery woman, standing still, starting at her, holding a pizza, they locked eyes. Jasmine immediately blushed a deep share of red, as she stood there, for the driver to see, wearing nothing but her steel collar.
“Hi” was all she could get out, not knowing if she should run, or if she should take the pizza, panic was ensuing, or was it panic....
“Miss, thanks for the pizza, here is the Thirty I owe you, and a ten for the trouble of waiting and how should I say, having to say, observe our private lives. Thank you.” was all he said as he grabbed the pizza and escorted her to the door. As Victor passed Jasmine, he handed her the pizza and said “My pet, please take this to the kitchen and get some plates ready.”
Victor escorted the female driver to the door and she had turned around, watching Jasmine walk to the kitchen. She looked up at Victor. Victor saw something in her eye, interest...at least some curiosity. He closed the door behind them and walked the driver to her car. “My apologies for inviting you in, that is entirely my fault” he handed her another ten to soothe his own conscience. The driver looked at the money, not entirely understanding why.
“Sir, its OK, you would be amazed what I see when delivering pizza. Do you mind if I ask a question?” she said putting her 'keep the pizza hot bag' into the car.
“Sure, remember, I have her naked in my kitchen starting at a hot pizza, I don't have much time.” he said with a snicker and a smile.
“Do you do this often?” she said with curious tilt to her head.
“Well, yes and no, we are new to each other. I would love to talk, and I really do mean that. Give me a piece of paper and a pen. I will give you my name and number. Call me, I would be more than happy to explain a bit more if you are not to embarrassed. I really am hungry. I am not trying to blow you off, I know you have pizzas to deliver. When you are off, call me, although do not for the next 24 hours, I am somewhat busy. Deal?” he said with an inquiring look to her as he wrote his name and number on a small old receipt.
“Deal, take care sir, oh, and, you CAN expect a call in the next few days.” she said with a smile as she hopped into her car, and rushed off.
Victor, once again was taken aback by circumstances. Another complete surprise.
Chapter 14 – Bedtime
Friday – 10:30 pm
Victor entered the house and walked to the kitchen to find her sitting at the table. Two cups filled with water, the pizza and two plates. She had also, handcuffed her left wrist to the chair.
“Well done my sweet” Victor said as he was sitting down. “Go ahead and eat, we can talk in between bites.” he said with a smirk. They both proceeded to start eating when Victor asked, “So, you were seen by a complete strange in my house, naked, wearing a collar, calling me Master. What were you thinking and feeling when that happened?” he asked tilting his head a bit looking at her.
After finishing her bite after the question, she wiped her mouth with the napkin and responded, “Abject terror and humiliation was my first response. I didn't know what to do when we locked eyes. She was staring at me, and I her. When we were just standing there, looking at each other, I think we were both paralyzed. If it was not for you walking in with the money, I think it would have gone on for awhile till one of use suddenly moved. I have to be honest though, it was a bit, exciting too. The scenario of being found out I guess.” she finished taking a drink of water while Victor was nodding to her.
“I figured. Now I can see it in your eyes. You have a question for me.” he responded then taking the time to eat his next piece.
“Master, I...don't understand something. Why...” she somewhat blushed and bowed her head.
“Why what, please tell me..” he inquired.
“Why you have not taken me. I have been restrained in positions that could have let you taken me in any number of places and positions, with me not able to stop you at all. Why?” she asked seriously looking directly at me.
“Good question, and its something I was hoping you would ask. For one, the amount of restraint I have had to do to myself in the last two days has been enormous. I am frankly, not sure how I have done it, but there is a good reason for it. Trust. You are learning about your submissive side, that has been there, just under the surface. Now, you need to also understand, each Master/Mistress is different in their philosophy, and frankly, it very much depends on the circumstances of a relationship with the Top/Bottom, or as some say, Master/Submissive or even as far as Master/Slave.” Jasmine heard the word 'slave' and there was a slight almost imperceptible flinch when Victor said it. “Some are in it for COMPLETE domination, where the bottom, or slave, has absolutely no rights. They exist for no reason, other than to please the Master. There are some, that take that so far, its actually a permanent solution. This story should help explain that a bit more, I met back in London a Female Mistress and her Male slave. Now, what you need to understand, he was a normal guy for 30 years. Had a job, even had a wife as far as I understand, but he was a submissive like you. He was not happy. He eventually divorced his wife, and from what I gather, his submissive side was part of the reason. He started talking to this Mistress. He started seeing her, paying her for I think it was, 2 years. Eventually through whatever discussion started it, it ended with him moving in with her, quitting his job and essentially ending his life, outside her. He literally put his money in a trust. Sold off all his personally belongings, house, car, you name it. He lived in her house, a fairly large one from what I hear, as she had a booming business, in steel restraints the entire time. He wore a chastity cage on his 'penis' and was unable to orgasm without her unlocking it. He would sleep in a cage in her basement and had permanent shackles put on his neck, wrists and ankles. They were stainless steel and the locks, were filled in with molten iron and the keys were destroyed. You see, he was so desiring of a submissive state, he essentially had no free will of his own. He had no idea what was happening outside the house as he never saw a TV, internet, you name it. The rest of the world went by, thinking he disappeared, and in essence, they were right. His former self was gone, leaving only the slave that the Mistress owned and used on a regular basis. He loved it.” he paused to drink some water and then continued. “You will notice when I have referred to you, I have used the word submissive, not slave. In my mind, they are two very different things. A slave lives the lifestyle, in my head, twenty-four seven. There is no 'not being a slave'. A submissive can take on the characteristics of a slave, but its typically for a short timeframe, as you have to me this weekend. But again, its only for a timeframe. This is where some of the Masters/Mistresses disagree with philosophy. With you being new, back to your question, I have a significant responsibility you have entrusted in me. Something I truly take seriously. As they say here in the states, serious as a Heart Attack.” he said with a smile watching Jasmine smile as well.
“That being said, a relationship with ANY Master/Slave/Submissive is entirely based on trust. This trust is not to violate certain parameters. So when you came to my house two days ago and filled out one of those online forms for me, you already answered many of my questions as to your parameters. Those are sacred. Now, you and I know, circumstances will change. We learn, we grow, and change. So after time, if you wish to continue seeing me at some point, you will be taking that questionnaire again, and again and again. The reason this is done, is to make sure you are getting what you are interested out of the relationship and I am helping you in that. Don’t forget this IS a relationship and it goes both ways. Not your typical one but it is one nonetheless. So I have not taken you for one simple reason. Trust. I believe, you need to learn to trust me, far more, before I take that step. You are in my care and supervision, and violating that is something akin to me committing a crime, equal to rape in my eyes. I want you, to be very sure, this is what you want before I do it.” he finished, taking another piece of pizza.
Jasmine stopped and smiled, “I understand Master. Its for my protection. For my piece of mind, for my safety. I get it. I also Thank you.” she said reaching over grabbing my hand, rubbing it on her cheek, she kissed it.
They took a few more minutes finishing the pizza and then Victor released jasmine and instructed her to clean the plates and put them in the dishwasher as was proper. She did without question or comment.
“I have another question for you, this will require a few minutes to think about. Tell me after I return from the restroom. Now that you have been exposed to your submissive side, what continues to excite you, what would you like to experience more of, or even what would you like to test your limits, whatever those limits are.” he said then walked out of the room to use the restroom.
Jasmine finished cleaning the dishes and sat on the chair searching deep inside what she wanted. She new things scared her, but then some excited her as well. What would she like to do more of....
A few minutes later, he returned, and asked “Well, tell me.”
“Master, I remember a few things you have done to me, but I don't know how as I was tied up. The first night, you hit me with something, to get me to suck on the rubber cock when you had me in the hogtie. I would like to test my limits there. It stung, but there was something there I would like to explore, not sure why...” she said showing a bit of embarrassment.
“and...” he said, as it definitely sounded like she was not done.
“I like being restrained...there is something about it that I like. The armbinder was erotically painful.”
“Glad to know, as your questionnaire only goes so far. Are you tired, as I am?” he asked.
“Yes Master I am.” she responded quickly.
“Upstairs, its time for bed then.” he said and started walking up the stairs. They both entered the Master bedroom and he then said, wait here, and walked down the hall to the room with all the toys in it. He returned with a bunch of chain cuffs and other misc items should could not make out.
“Assume the position please” he said dumping the equipment he brought in the room on the bed. She did, looking at him from her kneeling position. “Now, to give you a bit more of what you want.” He attached and locked on two D rings to her collar. Reaching over he grabbed the wrist shackles that matched the collar and locked them on and the chain that went to her collar. She now could not move her hands lower then her belly button once again. He grabbed two leather cuffs and attached them to her ankles behind her, with padlocks. “Stand” he said again, and when she did, she felt he was putting the chastity belt on her once again. She audibly pouted when it was buckled around her and inserted into her awaiting sex.
He walked over to a side of the bed and told her to get on the bed, on her back. She did. He pulled a length of chain from the pile and attached her collar to the bedframe with about three feet of give. Moving to her legs, he then snaphooked her ankles together, and attached another length of short chain to them, to the bedframe. She was now effectively tied to the bed. She could move a little bit, but had no way to get off the bed. The excess equipment he threw to the floor but grabbed the remote to her belt. He activated it and watched her pout and moan a little bit.
“Now, I am leaving this on, ALL NIGHT, and I am going to be sleeping next to you. If you wake me, there will be hell to pay. Good night my pet.” he said giving her forehead a kiss and turning the lights off, and hopped into the bed on the other side for a nights rest...he hoped.
Friday – 3:30 pm
Victor enjoyed his desert and looked up once again to see Jasmine was still attached to the one way mirror, in full view of everyone, gagged, nipple clamped and being teased mercilessly by the massager on her sex. Every time she was close to climaxing, the vibrator would shut off and leave her hanging in extreme frustration. This happened time and time again keeping her one the edge for 30 minutes along the way, her nipples were being pulled and pulled causing her extreme pain. Her torture, through the one way mirror was a show for the entire restaurant to watch.
“Excuse me, sorry to disturb you, do you have a moment?” said a large woman to Victor.
“Yes of course I some time” he said standing and gesturing to a seat at his table. When sitting he motioned to the waitress to get him a coffee. She nodded and walked off to fill his request. He looked up to see his guest was a larger woman, what the typical world's view of a woman, plus sized. She was you would say was a homely looking woman with brown hair. She was though, immaculately dressed in a leather corset, spandex leggings and leather heels.
“I am Vanessa Street, or to my slaves, Mistress Vanessa.” she said with smile offering her hand to Victor.
“Victor Singletary, a pleasure.” he said.
“I wanted to inquire about your slave. Is she for sale?” she said inquiring with a smile.
“Miss Vanessa, no she is not. She is very new to her new status. She is still learning what it is to be what she truly is. Breaking down the barriers. She at this point needs to learn how to eat in public.” Victor said with a smile.
“Its a shame. She is so very lovely, even if I cannot see her face. I bet she would be a lovely Pony.” she said with an admiring smile.
“Yes, I bet she would” he agreed.
“Well, I would love one day to spend some time with her if that is of course ok with you. No need to answer now. I am going to have the waitress give you my phone number. I don't want to waste your time while you are training your slave.” she said when getting up from the table to leave.
Victor sat there for a moment, putting some sugar and cream in his coffee, thinking about what Mistress Vanessa wanted and said. He was a lucky man to have a woman of such beauty and will as his submissive. He looked up at the room above and believe he had the best seat in the house, with a fantastic view both her front and nether regions. He sat there admiring this view till it hit about the fourty-five minute mark. At that point, he headed back upstairs.
Once he entered the room he heard her moaning loudly as she could through the penis gag. “Have you learned your lessons my dear?”
She vigorously nodded her head back and forth mumbling some semblance of a yes as much as she could, in the process, shaking the nipple clamp chain and weights a bit more, causing her more torment. Victor reached around her, and removed the left nipple clamp, without telling her of course. The removal of the clamp caused all the blood to flow easilly back into the formally clamped area, causing her extreme (but short lived) pain, as well as a bit of pleasure from what he could hear from her extremely loud groan and moan. The right nipple clamp was then removed, causing a much louder groan and moan. Jasmine even jumped a little bit it had caused her so much pleasure upon coming off.
Victor, walked over to the control panel (a small box attached to the massagers power cord) and turned it on high for her.
“Darling, I am now going to give you some pleasure, as a reminder, I control your pain, AND pleasure. In time, I may not be generous to you, but you wished to learn about your deeper self, and I am helping you find that.” he said clearly so she could hear over her own moaning.
Jasmine, with only her arms attached to the wall, at this time, was almost jumping, as much as she could, wearing her heals with her arms tied at fourty-five degree angles to the wall. She pleasure rushing through Jasmine was intense as the massager gave her wave after wave of pleasure, she did not realize the volume of the moaning coming out of her as she climaxed for the first time since she was tied to the wall. As soon as the volume decreased and it simply became a panting from behind the gag, the massager was turned off, causing her to groan in anger.
“Did you enjoy that my sweet?” he said gingerly petting her latex corseltte clad back.
“Uh Huh” was all she could really say while nodding vigorously.
“Its time to head home now.”
Victor unhooked the harness holding the massager to her sex and immediately, grabbed the steel chastity belt and hooked it to her waist. Jasmine saw this and started to try to wiggle away from him, but Victor slapped her bare ass and got her to become still again. After hooking the belt back on, he slid the vaginal intruder back into her, once again, getting her to moan again. Victor thought to himself, he loved her groans and moans. There was something to sensual to it that he never truly had with his ex wife. The woman in front of him, had willingly submitted to him, so far, in ways she never wanted to. Some of Jasmine's moans had a tone to it, that got very low in its pitch, that almost seemed unnatural for a woman of her build and shape. This particular moan, just excited him to hear. Something about that specific one, reinforced his need to be in control of her. It was exhilarating.
After locking the belt on, he turned it on low, getting a little yipe coming out of her and a moan. He then unlocked and removed the penis gag causing her to sigh in relief and start the ever typical, stretching of the mouth once a gag is removed.
“Thank you Master, and sorry for disrespecting you and the establishment.” she replied once her oral stretching was done.
Petting the side of her face softly, “My pet, I know you are, you just need some more training in how to act appropriately. Before we go home, you need to get dressed again. I wiped the leather off for you, so it should be clean again. He started to then wrap the corset dress around her once more and tighten it gromet by gromet, causing the typical heaving and shallow breathing by Jasmine. Once that was done, he untied her hands and attached the leash to her collar and replied to her. “Lets get home.”
He started walking out of the room towing her behind by the leash. It suddenly hit Jasmine when they reached the bottom of the stairs as she looked up and realized, the wall she was tied to, was a one way mirror. EVERYONE in the restaurant could see her being tormented above them. She stopped walking in horror of what she had just done and what had happened to her. Victor turned after he had pulled the leash.
“What is it pet?” he inquired...
“They could see me!” she said in a mouse like voice full of regret and shame.
“Come, lets talk in the car, its waiting.” he said she started walking to the garage. Moments later, Jasmine was in the limo, still being teased by the belt, next to Victor. She turned to Victor.
She yelled, “That was humiliating Victor! Why would you have me do that in front of everyone? I am humiliated!” she screamed.
Victor turned off the vibrator so there was no distraction and turned to look at her. “First, let me ask you this, Yes or No, did you enjoy being in that room?” he said tartly and with a bit of bite.
“Well Yes.”
“Second, with the hood on, did anyone recognize you?” he bit back again
“Well No”
“Third, does the fact people could see you, even though they could not recognize you, diminish the pleasure **I** gave you?” he said, stressing the fact he, as the Master, gave her this pleasure.
“I guess not” she replied...
“Fourth, I seem to remember on your questionnaire a response you put on it.” Victor then pulled out her questionnaire she filled out for him. “Let me quote, Would you be opposed of in favor of, performing a sexual or being forced to perform a sexual act in front of other, while having your identify concealed. Your response was, I quote, Yes, as long as my identity was concealed. Now, is that what just happened?”
“Well yes, bu...” she was cut off by Victor.
“Now...I followed your rules you gave to me, to the letter. I will obey these rules to the letter, for our weekend. After that we can talk later, but you are here to learn by my rules as a submissive which we both know you are, within the boundaries we set via this piece of paper. You still do not understand, and I thought you did. Lastly, you have disrespected me once more, by disobedience and failing to use my title. I do not like being questioned at all, when I did as you essentially gave me permission to do. This will get you punished once we get home.” he said with finality, folding up the paper and putting it back in his back pocket, not even looking at her.
“but...” she stammered.
“No, not now, wait till we get home.” was all he said.
The car ride home, was so silent it was deafening. Everything Jasmine heard, was louder than it should be, the car engine, car road noise, traffic, you name it. Nothing emanated from the limo cab and she was so ashamed of her actions, she dared not looked at Victor in his face.
Chapter 13 – Jasmine's next Punishment
Friday – 4:30 pm
The limo pulled up to the house and the driver opened the door for Jasmine and she stepped out with the drivers help saying thank you in a small voice. She turned and Victor had already exited the limo and walked around to her side of the limo. Handing the driver an envelope, he said thank you and took Jasmine by the arm softly, escorting her to the door. The moments they were in front of the door while Victor found his key, seemed like an eternity for Jasmine. She did not know what to think at this point. He was angry in the limo at her for yelling and disrespecting him, let alone questing him.
The door opened and he escorted her in the front room. After he closed the door and placed a few personal items like wallet, etc there, he looked up at Jasmine.
“My pet” he said calmly. “I wish to apologize.” he said again smiling and looking at Jasmine.
“For...for what Master” she said questioning but afraid of the response.
“First lets get that hood off, I would like to see your beautiful face while we talk for a few.” he said as he started to pull the hood of her head after unlocking the small lock at its base. Her hair fell down in sweaty clumps all along her face and head. Then he turned her around, and started unlacing the corset dress without telling her it too was coming off.
“Jasmine, my apology was for not warning you. I have a bit of a temper at times, and I never properly warned you. I usually calm down very quick and that was the quiet time on the ride home. That is not your fault.”
“Its ok Master” she said while he continued to unlace her corset.
“That being said Jasmine, that did not excuse your outburst to me. You will be punished for that. Do you understand why?” he asked still tugging on the corset.
“Yes Master, I was so shocked I was seen, that I....I...reacted....badly.” she said with shame.
Finishing the corset, he asked her to undress entirely. She immediately started to unbuckle her corslette from her thigh highs. “Master, I will need your to unlock my heels and my belt for me to be completely undressed.”
“Ahh, correct, let me help you.” he reached to the floor and pulled the locks off the heels and helped her out of them. She groaned and sighed relief a bit being rid of the shoes that were causing her so much discomfort. Reaching up to her belt, he unlocked it for her. “I have unlocked it, you can undress the rest of the way. Are you thirsty? I need a drink of water.” he asked as he walked towards the kitchen.
Jasmine proceeded to slowly pull the dildo out of her vagina and cringed a little bit at it being removed. She then proceeded to remove the corslette, thigh highs and gloves, leaving her with nothing but the collar. Jasmine started to fold each of her items she removed and placed them on a chair just inside the door and she stood there waiting for Victor. He came back with two glasses of water and invited her to sit on the couch opposite him.
“Jasmine, before we get to your punishment please drink up.” he handed her a glass of water, similar to his. They finished their water together and Jasmine looked up to him.
“I am ready for my punishment Master. I deserved it.” she said with resolve and kneeled in front of him with her arms behind her back and her head held high. Victor looked down at her, and smiled.
“You make me proud. Now, follow me please.” he said helping her up and moving into the formal dining room that she had not seen. The room was large and spacious with a large wooden table in the center, surrounded by ten chairs. The table was not the best quality, it looked old and second hand, but at one point in time, must have been extremely expensive. Victor must have picked it up at an auction at some time, and was going to restore it.
“Wait here. I need to go upstairs to grab a few things.” She nodded and waited. About five minutes later, he returned with a small bag of items.
“Now Jasmine, its time.” He grabbed her and twisted her and slowly tied a rope harness around her tits, torso with two sets of ropes going between her legs. Nothing restrictive, more or less to remind her he has her. Jasmine smiles as he finished a tie and cut the ends off with medical scissors. “Do you like this?” he asked.
“Yes Master, its kinda nice.” she said with a blush.
“Next. Get up on the table please.” he ordered and she responded immediately. “Now, lay down on the table spread eagle.” She did.
Over the next few minutes, he tied each limb to the corresponding table leg. He also then took some time to lasso a rope under the table connecting her torso to the table, keeping her from being able to effectively move much more than a few inches. He then also attached a set of small long term nipple lassos to each nipple attaching them to string and ran those under the table as well. He made the string we a bit tight, nothing dangerous for long term usage, just irritating and maddening when she moves, as moving in one direction will pull the opposite nipple the other direction. The last item he then was the isolation hood. He reached across the table and started to wrap it around her head. He laced it up and smiled at her mouth that was accessible.
The next part Victor decided was to have her orgasm....relentlessly. He pulled the massager he used on her a few times already, he placed it on the table in between her legs and then pulled out some rope. He started lashing the massager to her as best he could. If its not perfect, it will still work to punish her more than stimulate her. Either way, win win.
He turned it on, and left the room.
Victor returned 15 minutes later and she was bucking on the table trying to get the massager to do its job, obviously, the lashing he put together was not keeping it in contact with her sex, so it just tormented her. At this time, he decided to really have some fun with her. Reaching into the bag, he pulled a few candles out, with a box of matches. In between her increased moaning, he crawled onto the table standing now with his legs on each side of her wait, giving her no idea he was there. He lit a candle with a match, holding it above her stomach. It took about two minutes for the wax started to build up and then he tilted the candle above her pelvis, dripping its liquid contents onto her. When the wax hit her, she squealed loudly and bucked on the table, unable to do anything to get her out of range of whatever was happening.
Victor performed the hot wax treatment on Jasmine for over two hours. The entire time, she was being teased and tormented by the massager. She had climaxed as few times, but due to its not to permanent contact on her sex, it was spotty at best. This situation caused her to constantly buck and move her torso and hips, to have it move the massager to try to make contact with her. The entire while, her nipples were being pulled one direction or another as well as hot wax being dripped on her nipples, breasts, torso, arms, pelvis knees and shins. He stayed away from dropping wax on her sex. One thing at a time. Once done with the candle, which took two hours, he got off the table quietly and left the room. Her punishment was far from over.
Victor actually went to his office, and performed some paperwork, not thirty feet away from Jasmine. He also made a few phone calls, and ordered some groceries to be delivered as well as some other planning ideas for Jasmine and his bunker. He so wanted to use the bunker, but did not want to use it, till it was ready, and it needed some more work.
After a total of about four to five hours on the table, he figured it was time to remove her. He approached her, and her struggling has died down, just from partial exhaustion, desensitization and futility. He turned the massager off and then moved to her hood and slowly removed it.
“My pet, did you learn a lesson here?” he asked smiling, looking directly at her above her.
“Yes Master, do you happen to have water?” she said quietly.
“Yes, just a moment, I need to get you off the table so you can actually drink it without choking. He crawled under the table and went from corner to corner and then to the center untying each rope and string there. When he popped up, he told her to get up and sit on the end of the table, ropes still attached to her, while he went to get her water. When he returned she greedily drank while he removed all the ropes.
“Jasmine, its about 10 pm now. I want you to go take a shower in my shower upstairs. I have ordered us pizza and tomorrow I will have groceries delivered as well. You will be cooking for me, for the end of your servitude for me. But for now, hit the shower, and NO pleasuring yourself, understood? If you do, I will tease you the entire time you are here, with no reprieve, and no climax.” he said looking at her closely.
She nodded depressed. The massager was murder. It teased her over and over. She was able to climax a few times, in the hours she was on the table, but it seemed the longer on the table she was, the more desensitized she became, so she was unable to climax, but it still excited her, causing her so much pent up frustration. “As you not going to join me Master?” she inquired with a smile.
“No, I need to wait for the pizza. Go...” he said pointing upstairs.
She did as was told, headed upstairs and hopped in the shower. As she was cleaning herself she rubbed her sex and moaned deeply as she was cleaning that particular area. She was so excited it took all her willpower to keep her hands was rubbing herself a second time there. The shower was wonderful, it had a mystical power of rejuvenating the body, just by having nice hot water, luxuriously running down it. It took her about ten to fifteen minutes to finish the shower and then she started to blow dry her hair, at least so it was not dripping when she heard the door-bell for the pizza delivery. She decided it was acceptable, cleaned up the bathroom and ran downstairs, of course, still naked.
As she ran downstairs she did not even see the pizza delivery person standing to the side waiting to get paid. Jasmine turned the opposite direction of the delivery woman and yelled out excitedly. “I am hungry, thank you Master for the pizza.” She stopped, her sixth sense telling her to turn around and there she saw, a pizza delivery woman, standing still, starting at her, holding a pizza, they locked eyes. Jasmine immediately blushed a deep share of red, as she stood there, for the driver to see, wearing nothing but her steel collar.
“Hi” was all she could get out, not knowing if she should run, or if she should take the pizza, panic was ensuing, or was it panic....
“Miss, thanks for the pizza, here is the Thirty I owe you, and a ten for the trouble of waiting and how should I say, having to say, observe our private lives. Thank you.” was all he said as he grabbed the pizza and escorted her to the door. As Victor passed Jasmine, he handed her the pizza and said “My pet, please take this to the kitchen and get some plates ready.”
Victor escorted the female driver to the door and she had turned around, watching Jasmine walk to the kitchen. She looked up at Victor. Victor saw something in her eye, interest...at least some curiosity. He closed the door behind them and walked the driver to her car. “My apologies for inviting you in, that is entirely my fault” he handed her another ten to soothe his own conscience. The driver looked at the money, not entirely understanding why.
“Sir, its OK, you would be amazed what I see when delivering pizza. Do you mind if I ask a question?” she said putting her 'keep the pizza hot bag' into the car.
“Sure, remember, I have her naked in my kitchen starting at a hot pizza, I don't have much time.” he said with a snicker and a smile.
“Do you do this often?” she said with curious tilt to her head.
“Well, yes and no, we are new to each other. I would love to talk, and I really do mean that. Give me a piece of paper and a pen. I will give you my name and number. Call me, I would be more than happy to explain a bit more if you are not to embarrassed. I really am hungry. I am not trying to blow you off, I know you have pizzas to deliver. When you are off, call me, although do not for the next 24 hours, I am somewhat busy. Deal?” he said with an inquiring look to her as he wrote his name and number on a small old receipt.
“Deal, take care sir, oh, and, you CAN expect a call in the next few days.” she said with a smile as she hopped into her car, and rushed off.
Victor, once again was taken aback by circumstances. Another complete surprise.
Chapter 14 – Bedtime
Friday – 10:30 pm
Victor entered the house and walked to the kitchen to find her sitting at the table. Two cups filled with water, the pizza and two plates. She had also, handcuffed her left wrist to the chair.
“Well done my sweet” Victor said as he was sitting down. “Go ahead and eat, we can talk in between bites.” he said with a smirk. They both proceeded to start eating when Victor asked, “So, you were seen by a complete strange in my house, naked, wearing a collar, calling me Master. What were you thinking and feeling when that happened?” he asked tilting his head a bit looking at her.
After finishing her bite after the question, she wiped her mouth with the napkin and responded, “Abject terror and humiliation was my first response. I didn't know what to do when we locked eyes. She was staring at me, and I her. When we were just standing there, looking at each other, I think we were both paralyzed. If it was not for you walking in with the money, I think it would have gone on for awhile till one of use suddenly moved. I have to be honest though, it was a bit, exciting too. The scenario of being found out I guess.” she finished taking a drink of water while Victor was nodding to her.
“I figured. Now I can see it in your eyes. You have a question for me.” he responded then taking the time to eat his next piece.
“Master, I...don't understand something. Why...” she somewhat blushed and bowed her head.
“Why what, please tell me..” he inquired.
“Why you have not taken me. I have been restrained in positions that could have let you taken me in any number of places and positions, with me not able to stop you at all. Why?” she asked seriously looking directly at me.
“Good question, and its something I was hoping you would ask. For one, the amount of restraint I have had to do to myself in the last two days has been enormous. I am frankly, not sure how I have done it, but there is a good reason for it. Trust. You are learning about your submissive side, that has been there, just under the surface. Now, you need to also understand, each Master/Mistress is different in their philosophy, and frankly, it very much depends on the circumstances of a relationship with the Top/Bottom, or as some say, Master/Submissive or even as far as Master/Slave.” Jasmine heard the word 'slave' and there was a slight almost imperceptible flinch when Victor said it. “Some are in it for COMPLETE domination, where the bottom, or slave, has absolutely no rights. They exist for no reason, other than to please the Master. There are some, that take that so far, its actually a permanent solution. This story should help explain that a bit more, I met back in London a Female Mistress and her Male slave. Now, what you need to understand, he was a normal guy for 30 years. Had a job, even had a wife as far as I understand, but he was a submissive like you. He was not happy. He eventually divorced his wife, and from what I gather, his submissive side was part of the reason. He started talking to this Mistress. He started seeing her, paying her for I think it was, 2 years. Eventually through whatever discussion started it, it ended with him moving in with her, quitting his job and essentially ending his life, outside her. He literally put his money in a trust. Sold off all his personally belongings, house, car, you name it. He lived in her house, a fairly large one from what I hear, as she had a booming business, in steel restraints the entire time. He wore a chastity cage on his 'penis' and was unable to orgasm without her unlocking it. He would sleep in a cage in her basement and had permanent shackles put on his neck, wrists and ankles. They were stainless steel and the locks, were filled in with molten iron and the keys were destroyed. You see, he was so desiring of a submissive state, he essentially had no free will of his own. He had no idea what was happening outside the house as he never saw a TV, internet, you name it. The rest of the world went by, thinking he disappeared, and in essence, they were right. His former self was gone, leaving only the slave that the Mistress owned and used on a regular basis. He loved it.” he paused to drink some water and then continued. “You will notice when I have referred to you, I have used the word submissive, not slave. In my mind, they are two very different things. A slave lives the lifestyle, in my head, twenty-four seven. There is no 'not being a slave'. A submissive can take on the characteristics of a slave, but its typically for a short timeframe, as you have to me this weekend. But again, its only for a timeframe. This is where some of the Masters/Mistresses disagree with philosophy. With you being new, back to your question, I have a significant responsibility you have entrusted in me. Something I truly take seriously. As they say here in the states, serious as a Heart Attack.” he said with a smile watching Jasmine smile as well.
“That being said, a relationship with ANY Master/Slave/Submissive is entirely based on trust. This trust is not to violate certain parameters. So when you came to my house two days ago and filled out one of those online forms for me, you already answered many of my questions as to your parameters. Those are sacred. Now, you and I know, circumstances will change. We learn, we grow, and change. So after time, if you wish to continue seeing me at some point, you will be taking that questionnaire again, and again and again. The reason this is done, is to make sure you are getting what you are interested out of the relationship and I am helping you in that. Don’t forget this IS a relationship and it goes both ways. Not your typical one but it is one nonetheless. So I have not taken you for one simple reason. Trust. I believe, you need to learn to trust me, far more, before I take that step. You are in my care and supervision, and violating that is something akin to me committing a crime, equal to rape in my eyes. I want you, to be very sure, this is what you want before I do it.” he finished, taking another piece of pizza.
Jasmine stopped and smiled, “I understand Master. Its for my protection. For my piece of mind, for my safety. I get it. I also Thank you.” she said reaching over grabbing my hand, rubbing it on her cheek, she kissed it.
They took a few more minutes finishing the pizza and then Victor released jasmine and instructed her to clean the plates and put them in the dishwasher as was proper. She did without question or comment.
“I have another question for you, this will require a few minutes to think about. Tell me after I return from the restroom. Now that you have been exposed to your submissive side, what continues to excite you, what would you like to experience more of, or even what would you like to test your limits, whatever those limits are.” he said then walked out of the room to use the restroom.
Jasmine finished cleaning the dishes and sat on the chair searching deep inside what she wanted. She new things scared her, but then some excited her as well. What would she like to do more of....
A few minutes later, he returned, and asked “Well, tell me.”
“Master, I remember a few things you have done to me, but I don't know how as I was tied up. The first night, you hit me with something, to get me to suck on the rubber cock when you had me in the hogtie. I would like to test my limits there. It stung, but there was something there I would like to explore, not sure why...” she said showing a bit of embarrassment.
“and...” he said, as it definitely sounded like she was not done.
“I like being restrained...there is something about it that I like. The armbinder was erotically painful.”
“Glad to know, as your questionnaire only goes so far. Are you tired, as I am?” he asked.
“Yes Master I am.” she responded quickly.
“Upstairs, its time for bed then.” he said and started walking up the stairs. They both entered the Master bedroom and he then said, wait here, and walked down the hall to the room with all the toys in it. He returned with a bunch of chain cuffs and other misc items should could not make out.
“Assume the position please” he said dumping the equipment he brought in the room on the bed. She did, looking at him from her kneeling position. “Now, to give you a bit more of what you want.” He attached and locked on two D rings to her collar. Reaching over he grabbed the wrist shackles that matched the collar and locked them on and the chain that went to her collar. She now could not move her hands lower then her belly button once again. He grabbed two leather cuffs and attached them to her ankles behind her, with padlocks. “Stand” he said again, and when she did, she felt he was putting the chastity belt on her once again. She audibly pouted when it was buckled around her and inserted into her awaiting sex.
He walked over to a side of the bed and told her to get on the bed, on her back. She did. He pulled a length of chain from the pile and attached her collar to the bedframe with about three feet of give. Moving to her legs, he then snaphooked her ankles together, and attached another length of short chain to them, to the bedframe. She was now effectively tied to the bed. She could move a little bit, but had no way to get off the bed. The excess equipment he threw to the floor but grabbed the remote to her belt. He activated it and watched her pout and moan a little bit.
“Now, I am leaving this on, ALL NIGHT, and I am going to be sleeping next to you. If you wake me, there will be hell to pay. Good night my pet.” he said giving her forehead a kiss and turning the lights off, and hopped into the bed on the other side for a nights rest...he hoped.
Re: A Complete Surprise
Don't know about you peoples...but I am having a bit of fun writing this.
Love to hear more comments on what you think.
Love to hear more comments on what you think.
Re: A Complete Surprise
the more I read this story, the more I wish that I could be in a position like hers. keep up the good work! 
For those that get it, no explanation is needed. For those that don't, no explanation is possible.
"Some men just want to watch the world burn" - i can relate to this more and more the older i get!
"Some men just want to watch the world burn" - i can relate to this more and more the older i get!
Re: A Complete Surprise
I am sure a bunch of us might be interestedTNTBound wrote:the more I read this story, the more I wish that I could be in a position like hers. keep up the good work!
Thanks
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Any thoughts on the story as a whole so far?
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Chapter 15 – Happy Saturday Morning
Saturday – 8:00am
Jasmine was tormented all night. She had no idea how much sleep she actually got, but it was not much. The slow vibrating of the dildo in her sex, along with the fact she was restrained to the bed of a man she barely knew, kept her in a state of a cloudly sleeplike haze. She did know she drifted off a few times, but her constant state of arousal just would not let her relax enough to really get much. The one thing she did do, was kept quiet. She was not about to wake Victor up and then have to deal with the retaliation.
It started getting light out, Jasmine was actually awake when Victor rolled over and threw his arm across her chest. She thought about her next actions and decided it was worth it. She slowly grabbed his hand and took his index finger and started sucking on it, hoping it would gently wake him up, in a good mood. She did that for a few minutes and he started to react a bit. He pulled his hand from her mouth and moved it down to her right breast, slowly kneading it in a sensual way. This took her to a slightly higher state of arousal as he was actually responding to her touch. She needed this and needed it badly. With her chains as they were, she could not reach his manhood without slithering farther down on the bed. She decided against that and threw caution to the wind and rolled over face to face with him, with her body on a diagonal with her feet still chained to the foot of the bed on her side. She reached up as best she could, grabbing his head and pulled him to her, embrasing him in a long needful kiss.
He returned the gesture and proceeded to embrace her with his strong arms. For a time, they were one, just caressing each other with hands and lips. Jasmine didn't need to look to tell if he was turned on, his actions spoke for him. The whole time, the dildo was buzzing away in her, taking her farther than it had all night as she was in physical contact with Victor.
She separated their heads with her holding his head with her hands and said aggressively, “Take me Master right NOW.”
He pushed her back to look at her and said, “Are you absolutely sure. There is NO going back once that happens.”
“Absolutely...take this belt off and take me.” was all she said then started to kiss his nipples hard, getting him a bit more on edge. While she was torturing his nipples he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his keyring, finding the key to the belt and then pushed her to the side and started to unlock it, while it was still buzzing away. He yanked the dildo out of her, still buzzing and unwrapped the belt from her wait, then proceeded to throw it to the floor along with the keys.
Victor threw her back to her side of the bed on her back and rolled over on top of her. He voraciously plunged his cock into her awaiting hole with no hesitation and started pounding her as she wanted to be handled. Victor repeated the thrusts into her with an almost angry look while Jasmine moaned and squealed finally getting satisfaction. Leaning back, he then grabbed her by her collar with one hand and steadied himself on the bed with his other. Using the collar for leverage he then was pulling on it while he continued his quest to climax, neither waited long at all. Jasmine moaned and screamed loudly a few minutes later as she was holding, “Can I!?” she screamed, holding her climax with all the possible self-control she contained.
“Now” is all Victor said as he let go into her and she screamed in complete pleasure with her climax. They both climaxed at the same time. Victor groaned deeply as he let go and Jasmine screamed, unlike any scream she had let out so far. They both stopped in the same position after they finished breathing heavy and just stared at each other. What could have been just a few moments or a few minutes, Victor leaned forward kissing her on the forehead, “Thank you my pet.” was all he said, then pulled out, causing her to moan, got off the bed and walked to the restroom. A moment later, he walked out “Now that was a pleasant way to wake up in the morning.” he said with a smile.
Jasmine just laid on her back, not able to go anywhere, and smiled, “Master I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did.” she replied with a little smirk and a wink. “If you unlock me, I would be happy to make you breakfast....seeing how you did tell me I was responsible for cooking.” she said with a flirty antagonistic tone to it, holding the chain tethering her to the bed in the air.
“Of course” he said as he approached. He first unhooked her legs from each other and the bed, but then proceeded to put a hobble chain back on, giving her only a foot of chain, then removed the chain holding her to the bed. “Go, get breakfast ready, I want eggs and pancakes or waffles.” he said as he headed to the bathroom to get ready for a shower.
“But Master, how am I to cook with the chains on my arms?” she said looking at him.
“Deal with it my pet, you yourself wanted to be restrained more, so you will now, never be without restraints.” he retorted as he hopped in the shower.
Jasmine shuffled downstairs, taking the stairs very carefully as she didn’t have the stride to catch herself if something were to cause her to fall. When she arrived at the kitchen she started searching the fridge and the pantry for needed ingredients etc. She found them all, but it was quite interesting to get a pot, in the back of a cupboard, when you only have a foot long reach. When finding the pancake mix, she had to actually lay on the ground, naked of course, reaching for the box, pushing her head into the cupboard giving her the needed reach to be able to actually reach the box.
She had a new appreciation for cooking now. Cooking while naked and with only a foot reach from where your neck was a challenge, but was erotically fun. Mixing ingredients for the batter was another such challenge as she did not have the normal range of motion. Victor soon arrived in the kitchen wearing a simple T-shirt and blue jeans.
“Good Master I wanted to know how long you would be, so your food would not get cold. It will be a few minutes if you have a seat, I will get you some juice.” she said as she rushed to the fridge to get the orange juice. Of course it was in the back, and she had to bend over at her waist, and insert her head/neck/torso, to allow her to reach the juice. Victor admired her backside as she pulled the juice from the fridge. She poured him a glass and delivered it to the table for him. She returned to the skillet for the most challenging part of the task. Making the eggs and pancakes while still being chained and naked (while not getting burned). She accepted the task and in minutes, she had a stack of them for Victor along side his sunny side up eggs.
“Is this acceptable Master?” she inquired with concern.
He grabbed his fork and tried both, then looked up at her, “They are delicious my pet.” Jasmine beamed with delight and shuffled back to make her some pancakes and eggs. When she was done, she walked to the table and placed her plate on the table and was about to sit when Victor spoke.
They ate in relative quiet when Victor finished and pushed his plate away from him and looked at Jasmine with a stern face. “Jasmine I should have not let what happened earlier occur. I blame myself, I gave in to a weak moment for my beautiful pet.” he said with a bit of self torment involved in hist tone.
“No Master, I asked for it! I needed it yes, but I wanted it also. I have NO regrets. Please do not feel guilty.” she said getting up and kneeling in front of him. She laid her head in his lap saying “Please. I was to blame. Its all my fault that you feel guilty. For that I believe I need to be punished. Its all my fault.” she said and started to pout.
“Very well. Follow me.” he said resolving himself that she was just appeasing him. He knew he was the one at fault...but how could he not punish her when she was looking for it.
He went upstairs with her following close behind into the familiar room, closing the door after she entered after him.
“Its time for further training. Please put your hands behind your back.” he said. She promptly did as was requested. Victor grabbed the armbinder and started to slip her arms into it again. Jasmine stood quietly and allowed Victor to lace her up into the armbinder slowly, wincing each time he pulled the laces tighter. She eagerly awaited the pleasure she was going to be given. After a few minutes, she was completely encased in the armbinder, tighter than previously used. Reaching into the dresser, Victor then pulled out a hobble chain, attaching the leg cuffs to her feet, only 6 inches apart, with a short chain being led up to the D ring that was at the bottom of the armbinder, giving her arms only a little bit of slack. Little did Jasmine know, it was time she learned her place, as the sub in the house, she had not learned this yet. Victor pulled a ball gag harness from her same drawer and turned Jasmine to face him. He slowly inserted a large ball gag into her mouth and started to adjust the straps, locking them on.
When Victor turned to look in the drawer, Jasmine noticed, protruding from the front of her gag, was some sort of attachment point. She had never seen this before, not understanding its purpose, just dismissed it waiting for Victor. He turned around, and then produced, what Jasmine thought was....a feather duster.
“Now my dear, time for your earn your keep. Dust the house. I will check your work in about an hour, I am going to my study to do some work. If its not done, there will be stiff punishment.” He then walked out of the room, heading downstairs to his study.
Jasmine stood there confused, not understanding. How could she dust anything with no hands? What is he wanting her to do? She turned to ask him a question, not consciously thinking she could not ask him a question to start with, being gagged, and he had also left, and was nowhere to be seen. Looking around the room, she didn't know what to actually do.
Saturday – 8:00am
Jasmine was tormented all night. She had no idea how much sleep she actually got, but it was not much. The slow vibrating of the dildo in her sex, along with the fact she was restrained to the bed of a man she barely knew, kept her in a state of a cloudly sleeplike haze. She did know she drifted off a few times, but her constant state of arousal just would not let her relax enough to really get much. The one thing she did do, was kept quiet. She was not about to wake Victor up and then have to deal with the retaliation.
It started getting light out, Jasmine was actually awake when Victor rolled over and threw his arm across her chest. She thought about her next actions and decided it was worth it. She slowly grabbed his hand and took his index finger and started sucking on it, hoping it would gently wake him up, in a good mood. She did that for a few minutes and he started to react a bit. He pulled his hand from her mouth and moved it down to her right breast, slowly kneading it in a sensual way. This took her to a slightly higher state of arousal as he was actually responding to her touch. She needed this and needed it badly. With her chains as they were, she could not reach his manhood without slithering farther down on the bed. She decided against that and threw caution to the wind and rolled over face to face with him, with her body on a diagonal with her feet still chained to the foot of the bed on her side. She reached up as best she could, grabbing his head and pulled him to her, embrasing him in a long needful kiss.
He returned the gesture and proceeded to embrace her with his strong arms. For a time, they were one, just caressing each other with hands and lips. Jasmine didn't need to look to tell if he was turned on, his actions spoke for him. The whole time, the dildo was buzzing away in her, taking her farther than it had all night as she was in physical contact with Victor.
She separated their heads with her holding his head with her hands and said aggressively, “Take me Master right NOW.”
He pushed her back to look at her and said, “Are you absolutely sure. There is NO going back once that happens.”
“Absolutely...take this belt off and take me.” was all she said then started to kiss his nipples hard, getting him a bit more on edge. While she was torturing his nipples he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his keyring, finding the key to the belt and then pushed her to the side and started to unlock it, while it was still buzzing away. He yanked the dildo out of her, still buzzing and unwrapped the belt from her wait, then proceeded to throw it to the floor along with the keys.
Victor threw her back to her side of the bed on her back and rolled over on top of her. He voraciously plunged his cock into her awaiting hole with no hesitation and started pounding her as she wanted to be handled. Victor repeated the thrusts into her with an almost angry look while Jasmine moaned and squealed finally getting satisfaction. Leaning back, he then grabbed her by her collar with one hand and steadied himself on the bed with his other. Using the collar for leverage he then was pulling on it while he continued his quest to climax, neither waited long at all. Jasmine moaned and screamed loudly a few minutes later as she was holding, “Can I!?” she screamed, holding her climax with all the possible self-control she contained.
“Now” is all Victor said as he let go into her and she screamed in complete pleasure with her climax. They both climaxed at the same time. Victor groaned deeply as he let go and Jasmine screamed, unlike any scream she had let out so far. They both stopped in the same position after they finished breathing heavy and just stared at each other. What could have been just a few moments or a few minutes, Victor leaned forward kissing her on the forehead, “Thank you my pet.” was all he said, then pulled out, causing her to moan, got off the bed and walked to the restroom. A moment later, he walked out “Now that was a pleasant way to wake up in the morning.” he said with a smile.
Jasmine just laid on her back, not able to go anywhere, and smiled, “Master I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did.” she replied with a little smirk and a wink. “If you unlock me, I would be happy to make you breakfast....seeing how you did tell me I was responsible for cooking.” she said with a flirty antagonistic tone to it, holding the chain tethering her to the bed in the air.
“Of course” he said as he approached. He first unhooked her legs from each other and the bed, but then proceeded to put a hobble chain back on, giving her only a foot of chain, then removed the chain holding her to the bed. “Go, get breakfast ready, I want eggs and pancakes or waffles.” he said as he headed to the bathroom to get ready for a shower.
“But Master, how am I to cook with the chains on my arms?” she said looking at him.
“Deal with it my pet, you yourself wanted to be restrained more, so you will now, never be without restraints.” he retorted as he hopped in the shower.
Jasmine shuffled downstairs, taking the stairs very carefully as she didn’t have the stride to catch herself if something were to cause her to fall. When she arrived at the kitchen she started searching the fridge and the pantry for needed ingredients etc. She found them all, but it was quite interesting to get a pot, in the back of a cupboard, when you only have a foot long reach. When finding the pancake mix, she had to actually lay on the ground, naked of course, reaching for the box, pushing her head into the cupboard giving her the needed reach to be able to actually reach the box.
She had a new appreciation for cooking now. Cooking while naked and with only a foot reach from where your neck was a challenge, but was erotically fun. Mixing ingredients for the batter was another such challenge as she did not have the normal range of motion. Victor soon arrived in the kitchen wearing a simple T-shirt and blue jeans.
“Good Master I wanted to know how long you would be, so your food would not get cold. It will be a few minutes if you have a seat, I will get you some juice.” she said as she rushed to the fridge to get the orange juice. Of course it was in the back, and she had to bend over at her waist, and insert her head/neck/torso, to allow her to reach the juice. Victor admired her backside as she pulled the juice from the fridge. She poured him a glass and delivered it to the table for him. She returned to the skillet for the most challenging part of the task. Making the eggs and pancakes while still being chained and naked (while not getting burned). She accepted the task and in minutes, she had a stack of them for Victor along side his sunny side up eggs.
“Is this acceptable Master?” she inquired with concern.
He grabbed his fork and tried both, then looked up at her, “They are delicious my pet.” Jasmine beamed with delight and shuffled back to make her some pancakes and eggs. When she was done, she walked to the table and placed her plate on the table and was about to sit when Victor spoke.
They ate in relative quiet when Victor finished and pushed his plate away from him and looked at Jasmine with a stern face. “Jasmine I should have not let what happened earlier occur. I blame myself, I gave in to a weak moment for my beautiful pet.” he said with a bit of self torment involved in hist tone.
“No Master, I asked for it! I needed it yes, but I wanted it also. I have NO regrets. Please do not feel guilty.” she said getting up and kneeling in front of him. She laid her head in his lap saying “Please. I was to blame. Its all my fault that you feel guilty. For that I believe I need to be punished. Its all my fault.” she said and started to pout.
“Very well. Follow me.” he said resolving himself that she was just appeasing him. He knew he was the one at fault...but how could he not punish her when she was looking for it.
He went upstairs with her following close behind into the familiar room, closing the door after she entered after him.
“Its time for further training. Please put your hands behind your back.” he said. She promptly did as was requested. Victor grabbed the armbinder and started to slip her arms into it again. Jasmine stood quietly and allowed Victor to lace her up into the armbinder slowly, wincing each time he pulled the laces tighter. She eagerly awaited the pleasure she was going to be given. After a few minutes, she was completely encased in the armbinder, tighter than previously used. Reaching into the dresser, Victor then pulled out a hobble chain, attaching the leg cuffs to her feet, only 6 inches apart, with a short chain being led up to the D ring that was at the bottom of the armbinder, giving her arms only a little bit of slack. Little did Jasmine know, it was time she learned her place, as the sub in the house, she had not learned this yet. Victor pulled a ball gag harness from her same drawer and turned Jasmine to face him. He slowly inserted a large ball gag into her mouth and started to adjust the straps, locking them on.
When Victor turned to look in the drawer, Jasmine noticed, protruding from the front of her gag, was some sort of attachment point. She had never seen this before, not understanding its purpose, just dismissed it waiting for Victor. He turned around, and then produced, what Jasmine thought was....a feather duster.
“Now my dear, time for your earn your keep. Dust the house. I will check your work in about an hour, I am going to my study to do some work. If its not done, there will be stiff punishment.” He then walked out of the room, heading downstairs to his study.
Jasmine stood there confused, not understanding. How could she dust anything with no hands? What is he wanting her to do? She turned to ask him a question, not consciously thinking she could not ask him a question to start with, being gagged, and he had also left, and was nowhere to be seen. Looking around the room, she didn't know what to actually do.
Re: A Complete Surprise
I pulled this down to my phone and have been reading it on and off the last week.
It has some good scenes, though the narrative continuity is a bit strange in places.
The whole thing with the secret room seems wasted at the moment,
and our hero seems to know and be known in the local scene very well for such a recent visitor.
I guess this comes from the spontaneous episodal writing.
It has some good scenes, though the narrative continuity is a bit strange in places.
The whole thing with the secret room seems wasted at the moment,
and our hero seems to know and be known in the local scene very well for such a recent visitor.
I guess this comes from the spontaneous episodal writing.
Re: A Complete Surprise
You absolutely right on all countsgemt wrote:I pulled this down to my phone and have been reading it on and off the last week.
It has some good scenes, though the narrative continuity is a bit strange in places.
The whole thing with the secret room seems wasted at the moment,
and our hero seems to know and be known in the local scene very well for such a recent visitor.
I guess this comes from the spontaneous episodal writing.
Like I said, I started writing and it came out with no editing mainly...
I was going to go left...and suddenly found myself going right.
I assume in the future I will start editing it and many parts will change to remove and or make things relevant.
Now...that being said, the bomb I DID have a plan for, still do, just not there yet
Re: A Complete Surprise
However, don't be put off... I did enjoy it, and hope to continue to do so,
and as a whole it would be a fun tale with these hiccups sorted.
and as a whole it would be a fun tale with these hiccups sorted.
Re: A Complete Surprise
Not at all.gemt wrote:However, don't be put off... I did enjoy it, and hope to continue to do so,
and as a whole it would be a fun tale with these hiccups sorted.
As I said, you guys saw it basically as it went to paper, no editing
I stopped for a little bit as real life got in the way...I figure I will be getting back to it shortly.
