Jasmine and Julie

Author's Note

This story contains depictions of sex between F/F and F/f, and most of the sex involves BDSM, especially as the story progresses. For those of you who replied and provided feedback and comments on earlier parts of the story, thank you and it is always appreciated and enjoyed. This is still not the full of Part 2, but I wanted to get something posted before you thought I had fully given up on the story. This picks up the day after the scene in the woods and takes the story to just before Christmas. The New Year's Eve scene will be quick to follow? I hope. Any feedback or ideas are always appreciated at artemisokeefe@gmail.com. I hope you enjoy. P.S. If you are reading this are even consider posting this on another site without my permission DON'T DO IT! P.P.S. Please donate to nifty and help support the site.

Jasmine and Julie Part 2b

By Artemis

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh dear! What happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Mistress,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your loving and devoted slave,

-Julie

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

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

My dearest slave,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Your Mistress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Well was she right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear slave,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Your Mistress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear slut,

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

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

Love,

Your Mistress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Mistress,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Your slave

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

Dear slave,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Your Mistress

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about your brother?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What were they?" Jasmine kept her voice firm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Mistress."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" she asked perking up.

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

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

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

"And what is that?"

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

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

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

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

"How do you manage the-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Exactly."

"What about it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Could what, Laura?"

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

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

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

"You sound a bit bitter there, babe."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So what, a libidinous orgy of sexual fantasies is more interesting than a couple of days skiing with your friends." Stacey paused for a moment after that statement. "Hmm. When I put it like that, I think I'd skip out on the skiing too. Does your friend have any other spare tickets?"

Jasmine laughed and knew Stacey was on her side. She knew even before asking that Stacey would have supported her, but having the support acknowledged helped. "Sorry I think she just had the one spare and you aren't getting my ticket."

"So what are you going to tell everyone else? It isn't like you can tell them the truth."

"Sure I can. I can tell them that an old friend invited me to a big New Year's party in the big city and I couldn't pass up the offer."

Stacey shook her head, "Half of them won't believe it. They'll think you're cutting out to avoid the cabin without Will and that you're sinking back into your hermit ways again."

"That's why I'm telling you first. You can back me up."

"You mean those that won't just think you lied to me first and I bought your lie. It isn't like I can go into detail on why this party you're going to is better than our party and why you'd rather go with this old friend than your current ones."

"And if they think I'm doing it because of Will, that's fine. I was already considering lying about it and saying I was sick to avoid going. I can't face a cabin full of happy couples for two days. Just because I'm starting to move on, doesn't mean I don't miss him. This way I'm not brooding, sulking and hiding at home, and I'm getting out and being social as well as getting more relationship experience," Jasmine explained.

"So you're dating Laura now?"

"No, of course not." She paused for a moment. "Well not really. I'm getting more experience in my role as a domme and getting used to the idea of being seen in public with a woman. I still can't imagine telling most of my friends that fact, but sooner or later I'm going to need to, and I need to be more comfortable with myself when that time comes." Jasmine blushed as she finished the sentence. No one was listening, but she still imagined everyone in the room had heard her and knew her secrets.

"Fine, I'll back up your story. You knew I would anyways. I understand why you don't want to go and I understand why you want to go with Laura. But the ski trip won't be the same without you. Who am I going to laugh at as they try to ski? Without you there, I'm officially the worst skier on the trip."

Jasmine gave her a hard look. "You'll somehow manage to live being the butt of all the ski jokes for one year. At least I never broke a bone while skiing."

"I still maintain that tree moved," Stacey said defiantly.

"Sure blame the Ents, but I can't even support you on that one," Jasmine replied finishing her drink. "Now let's socialize before people think me hiding in a corner is hermit like and they come to drag me out by force."

Stacey nodded as she finished her drink and they made their way into the main flow of the party.

The bell rang to end fifth period and Jasmine slumped into her desk and rubbed her temples to try and ease some of the headache that was pounding in her skull. It was only a half day of school, but it already seemed like it had gone on twice as long as normal. All her students seem convinced that break had started days earlier and the hard-fought time she'd worked to get them in the computer lab to work on their papers had been wasted by the vast majority of them. She'd been fielding emails and calls for two days from parents wondering why she'd had such an important assignment due before break and wondering if she could just give their child until after break to turn it in with no consequences. One had been so upset at her explanation that papers turned in after break would be docked thirty percent, even after she pointed out to the parent she'd sent a letter home with the student at Thanksgiving about the paper and the consequences, she'd called the principal to complain. The principal had supported Jasmine, but the half hour spent in the office this morning had not been pleasant.

Most of the students had managed to get their papers turned in to her that day, but not without way too much complaining, snide comments, and a few sidelong dirty looks. When the third student of the day swore to her he'd have it emailed to her by the end of the day, she'd been tempted to scream, but instead managed to just take a deep breath and remind him that still made it late and he'd be deducted. When he'd complained she'd simply handed him the detention slip and wrote on it, "Merry Christmas!"

There was a knock on the door and Jasmine got up to let Julie in the classroom. She tried to remind herself as she walked across the cold portable that she should be back in her classroom by the start of the new semester, but she'd walked by the construction earlier in the day and she highly doubted they would be finished before the spring. She pushed the door open to let Julie in and made her way back to her desk without turning around, she needed to dig the Tylenol out of her desk drawer.

"Rough day, Mrs. LeBlac?" Julie asked as she took her normal seat and dug a book out of her backpack.

Jasmine looked up at the beautiful girl as she swallowed the pills and took a long drink of water. The girl was gorgeous and the image of her bound to the floor with hot wax dripping down on her was enough to make Jasmine smile.

The girl had replied to her message complimenting her dancing and bondage shows with enthusiastic joy at the praise and asking if she could once again watch dirty videos again. She'd also explained that the PVC piping she had used had been left over from the year before from a science experiment of her bothers and she'd asked him if she could use it. He hadn't cared and her parents weren't likely to ever ask about it either. The hardest part, the girl had explained in her message, was carrying the ice filled tubes up the stairs and then getting the ice out.

She had replied to the girl informing she was free to watch dirty videos again and as a reward for the other videos, she could have the week of unlimited orgasms she'd been denied before. She'd also told the girl that over the winter break there would be no rules enforced as they would both likely be busy with family and other events to try and worry about other factors. It did include a reminder that her soccer training and diet couldn't be ignored.

A final message from the girl had expressed just how happy she'd been with the rewards as she gratefully thanked her again and again and promised if possible a special video after the break. Jasmine hoped things worked out so she'd get to see the video, everything the girl did seemed to drive her wild.

"Tell me, Julie," Jasmine began as she broke out of her memories, "do you do any homework over break?"

Jasmine could hear the girl stifle a laugh at the question as she smiled. "I might read a little, but what kind of teacher assigns work over break? Most people are too busy to think about homework and who would want to ruin a break by doing homework. Even worse, what kind of teacher would want to ruin a break by assigning homework?"

"Exactly. No one is going to work on a paper over break. No one is going to go to the library and do all the research they haven't done in the last month. If I set a due date for a project after a long break I know that if I am lucky one if fifty students is even likely to remember they had a project due much less get anything done on it. Not to mention how long it takes me to grade papers. If I get it done over a break, then I can spread it out a little and actually get it done over the break. If I wait until after break, it is going to take me twice as long and I'll have to spend every evening reading papers as I get asked everyday by the same students who couldn't bother to turn the paper in before break, why is it taking me so long to get the papers graded and into the computer." Jasmine ranted making Julie laugh as she turned and looked at the five stacks of research papers waiting to be collected at the end of the day.

"We've been working on this paper since we got back from Thanksgiving break in my freshman classes and my other students have known they've had a paper due for just as long. They all had their project topics chosen and even my juniors had a letter go home with them to remind them of the importance of this assignment. I arranged to do these projects before January so the students wouldn't have to worry about them as they worried about finals in all their other classes. I thought I was being nice by getting the major project for at least one of their classes out of the way before break, but I guess I was wrong." Julie laughed again as Jasmine threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

The laugh eased a little of the tension Jasmine felt growing in her neck and shoulders. It was good to know someone found the situation funny. And the situation could have been worse. It had been a long couple of weeks and if she were honest most of the students hadn't been bad as they worked on their papers. It just certainly seemed like those that were complaining or causing problems were doing so louder and with more enthusiasm than in past years. In less than thirty minutes, school would be done and she could let all the stress go and she could avoid her email for the next two weeks. Any parent complaints could wait until the new year.

"I'm sorry, Julie. You shouldn't have to listen to me rant over things like this. I shouldn't be saying stuff like that around you either. It has just been a few days and I am ready for break," she declared. "What about you, Julie? When do you dad and brother get home for break? Are you going to see you mom before Christmas?"

"My brother is driving home tonight. He just finished his finals and is looking to be as far away from school as possible. My dad should be home tomorrow. He says he's made plans for the week after Christmas that will be fun and surprising, but he hasn't said more than that." She paused for a second as she thought about it, "I'm still hoping for Disneyland."

Jasmine laughed. "Well I hope you get your wish. What about your mom?"

Julie let out a little sigh. "We are going to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas at my grandparents. She's supposed to be in town on those days, but when I talked to her yesterday, she mentioned that one of her other stores is having a major problem with a manager. She didn't go into detail, but for her to say that this close to the holiday, it might be one of those situations where he's about to get fired for a massive screw up and she'll have to be there for the pre- and post-Christmas rush."

Jasmine's heart ached for the girl. She could see how much she was missing her mother and family in general and there wasn't much she could do to help. "I hope she's able to make it home, Julie. At least you get to see your dad though. I'm sure he's bound to have some interesting stories to share."

Julie sighed again, "Yeah, but stories of rebel fighting and innocent people suffering, don't exactly make for fun Christmas sharing." Jasmine blushed as she felt like she'd put her foot in it forgetting that Julie's dad was off in Syria this time and not doing a nature shoot somewhere. "I mean he always has funny stories of what the journalists and the like are doing to kill time in the hotel, but then you remember everything else and it loses some of the funniness."

Jasmine thought for a moment before replying. Part of her wanted to walk around the desk and pull the girl into her arms and hug her close and remind her that she was there for her and cared for her, but she didn't think it was the right time to remind the girl about a relationship she had to keep secret and wouldn't have any interactions with for the next couple of weeks at least. "Well then I'm sure after all of that, he's looking forward to doing something fun and silly as anyone could be. Disneyland might be on the itinerary after all."

"Hopefully," she said brightening a little with a smile. "Then again, considering it is my dad, he could be planning a weeklong camping trip in Alaska where we are staying at some out of the way cabin some bush pilot friend of his has to fly us into with all the supplies we'll need for the week, so we can have a week of quiet family togetherness at. I think he forgets the last time he did something like that, my brother and I were trying to kill each other within two days. He actually locked me out of the cabin at one point! Without my mom to keep him in check he might be taking this as an opportunity to do some freelance nature shooting."

Jasmine could see the smile on the girl's face as she spoke. She could tell that while it might not have been her first choice to spend a week camping, the thought of a week with family anywhere was going to be fun. "Well I'm sure you'll make the best of it no matter where you end up. And this time, if you end up at a cabin, be preemptive and lock your bother out first," she replied with a wink.

Julie laughed as the bell rang and she jumped up to get her stuff together. "I'll do that, Mrs. LeBlanc. You have a fun break as well. Don't drive yourself crazy grading papers. Get out and have some fun with your family and friends as well."

"Oh I plan on it, Julie," she said with a sly smile. "Enjoy your break and have fun wherever you end up." Julie waved over her shoulder as she made her way to the door with a little bounce in her step as she rushed into two weeks of freedom from school.

Jasmine smiled as the girl left and relaxed back into her seat. She wished Julie the best for the holidays and certainly hoped her dad had something more interesting than a weeklong camping trip to some backwoods cabin planned. She smiled at the thought of her post-Christmas plans and all the things she wanted to try with Laura that she could then try on Julie at some point, when she finally noticed the small box wrapped in shiny red wrapping paper sitting on Julie's desk.

Stunned, Jasmine sat there a moment longer before getting up to retrieve the gift. She hadn't thought to get the girl anything as either or TA or slave and she was kicking herself for the oversight. She'd find a way to make it up to the girl after break, but even if she did that, the girl would know she'd been forgotten by the woman she adored. She felt like an idiot.

She carefully picked up the small box and examined it. Whatever was in it was light and Jasmine carried the small package back to her seat with reverence. She took care to carefully unwrap the small box putting the paper to the side as she did. The lid came off with the same careful reverence and Jasmine looked down into the box and saw the simple gold chain sitting atop a small card.

Jasmine pulled the simple gold chain out of the box and saw the simple gold heart hanging from it. The gold winked briefly in the overhead lights as she studied it hanging from her hand and she smiled at the thoughtfulness of the girl. Looking down, she saw the note and pulled it from the box. It was only a line, but as she read it a tear came to her eye.

Dear Mistress,

This way you can always carry my heart with you.

Love, j

Jasmine wiped away the tear and put the note down before undoing the clasp on the necklace and sliding it around her neck and securing it in place. It rested just next to Will's wedding band on her chest and she clenched both through her shirt for a moment as more tears rolled down her face. She hadn't expected anything from the girl, especially something so thoughtful, and she tried to wipe away the tears before anyone came knocking on her door frantically trying to turn in a paper or wish her happy holidays. She gave the necklace one last squeeze and put the package and note in her bag before gathering up everything else she needed for the break and getting ready to leave for the break.

She knew she'd have to make it up to the girl when they got back from break, but she didn't have a clue what she could get her yet. Something would come to mind by then. She hoped at least.

With a final sigh, Jasmine picked up the thick stack of papers she needed to grade and made her way to the door. She was looking forward to the break and hopefully there would be plenty of time for fun and experimentation with Laura after Christmas. With that thought, she shut off the lights and made her way out of the room for two weeks of freedom.