Jasmine

Chapter 2: First Date

For our first real date I had decided to take her to a nice Chinese restaurant that I know. The good thing about Chinese food is that it's not overly filling and I wanted us both to be "light on our feet" for the rest of the evening. I picked her up at her apartment where she lived by herself. She was wearing a light blue sundress that came to mid thigh and heeled sandals. The dress, as instructed, could easily be lifted up over her waist. The combination of the short dress and shoes made her legs look great. They were a very nice compliment to her perfect ass.

Dinner was nice, but seemed to drag on too long. I think we were both a little anxious to get to the highlight of the evening. During dinner we didn't discuss the impending activities, and I didn't ask her which parts of choice 1 and choice 3 she liked. I knew which parts I liked, and figured I'd go with that. Being an engineer, I planned to experiment a bit and watch her reactions (cause and effect sort of thing).

When we pulled into my home driveway, I told her to close her eyes, she did. I opened my glovebox and took out the blindfold. Pulling her hair back behind her ears, I slipped the blindfold on and fastened it in the back with the Velcro straps. I told her to sit still. I got out, went to the other side of the car and helped her out. I then led her to the front door, opened it, and led her in to the entryway. After closing the door I told her to take her shoes off. She slipped out of them and I pushed them aside.

At this point I was already hard. She looked absolutely beautiful standing there barefoot in her sundress with her blindfold on, hands making nervous little motions. "Raise your arms straight over your head". She did. I grabbed her dress at the bottom and pulled it up and over. "Put your arms down." She did. I moved behind her and removed her bra. Her breasts were very nicely sized, I'd guess 34D, and real (there's nothing I hate worse than silicone). Her nipples were already erect and I hadn't even touched them yet. Standing behind her with her wearing only lace panties covering that great ass, it was all I could do not to bend her over the couch and fuck her brains out right then. But that wouldn't do.

"Put your hands behind your back." I put a leather cuff on each wrist and fastened them together behind her back. I then used a binding strap, just above her elbows, to pull her shoulders back slowly. She began to whimper softly before I got to the point of her elbows touching and her shoulders looked like they were under a great deal of strain. I stopped the cinching with her elbows still about 2 inches apart. I made a mental note to work on that later to increase her flexibility. Her breasts and those perky, hard nipples were now very prominently displayed. I led her over to the couch and had her kneel in front of it. She was kneeling with her legs together.

"For a girl that told me she spends countless hours perusing the stories on BDSMLibrary, I'm surprised you don't know how to kneel properly." She responded with a hesitant "I'm sorry…"

"Get your knees apart." She slowly moved them until they were about a foot apart. "Wider than that girl." She moved them out to about 3 feet apart, which made her thighs looked slightly strained and quite lovely. It also afforded me a nice view of her still panty covered pussy, and I believe I detected some wetness on those panties.

"Time to go over some ground rules. Rule 1: When we are alone together and/or performing a scene you will refer to me as Sir. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." "Rule 2: During a scene you will only talk when asked a question or when given permission. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." "Rule 3: When we are alone together in this house you will always be barefoot and you will always kneel properly, as you are now, when I don't have you doing something else. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." "Rule 4: If at some time during a session you find it to be unbearable and can stand no more, you will use the following safe-word: BILL CLINTON (seemed only appropriate). Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." Rule 5: If during a scene when you are gagged and cannot speak, you will respond to yes with 1 grunt, no with 2 grunts, and your safe-word will be 5 grunts. You can grunt can't you? "Yes Sir". "Good girl. Now grunt 5 times for me." "Yes Sir. Ungh, Ungh, Ungh, Ungh, Ungh." "Very good."

"I've noticed that your pussy is already wet and your nipples are hard. Are you enjoying yourself?" A slightly quieter response, "yes Sir". I reached down and rubbed her belly. The soft touch after such a long build-up made her slightly jump, but she quickly relaxed. I rubbed gently on each breast, then took a nipple in each hand and pinched. Softly at first, then harder. Only a slight reaction was noticed. Then I pinched them very hard and released them almost instantly. This caused an audible gasp. So her nipples weren't overly sensitive, but sensitive if enough force was used. I remembered that her online profile had several references to her breasts; nipple torture, breast torture, etc. They would be fun to work on.

I slipped my right hand down her belly and under her panties. My finger found her slit and I inserted it into her wetness. She moaned. Not wanting to linger there too long just yet, I pulled my finger out. "Open your mouth." She did. I put my finger in her mouth, but not before smelling her musty scent. Damn, she smelled good enough to eat. But sub girls have to earn such things. "Suck my finger clean." She enthusiastically did suck it clean, and my manhood was twitching again. Nice mouth. Oh yeah, Oral Sex was one of her Activities Enjoyed also. Twitch. Since I was still wearing pants and getting into a bind, I adjusted myself to the up position with my free hand.

"Time for your spanking." Since her arms were bound behind her back, the typical OTK position would be somewhat awkward for her. I turned her towards the coffee table, which since she was still on her knees, she bent over nicely. Resting her head and breasts on the table, her ass was in a perfect position, and I could wait no longer.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Alternating one cheek then the other I began a steady rhythm.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!…….

After the first 20 swats she began to respond to each with an exhalation of breath, kind of an Aaahh. So for the next 10 swats it sounded much like a duet.

Smack! "Aaahh." Smack! "Aaahh."…..

Her ass was becoming noticeably redder under those panties. Oh yeah, the panties. "Put your knees together." She did. I pulled the panties down and off. "Legs apart." She spread them about a foot apart, giving me my first uninterrupted view of her great ass and pussy.

Her pussy had a well groomed bush. Her rosebud had a nice wrinkled pinkish look to it. Although her Activities Enjoyed list didn't include ass play, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist exploring her back door. I rubbed her ass cheeks with the palm of my hand, then slid my finger into her pussy again. I avoided touching her clit, since she was in a very high state of arousal and I didn't want her to cum just yet. Pulling my finger out of her box, I moved it higher up her ass and lightly touched her anus. She shuddered slightly. I made small circular motions around it, but then stopped, wanting to save future exploration for a later time.

"Sub girls don't get to have hair on their pussies. At least not sub girls in training. You will shave your pussy before our next date." A rather restrained "yes Sir." was the response. She must have been distracted by something, but I can't imagine what.

"Time to move on to more interesting punishment." Helping her to her feet, I moved her over to the dinning room table. It is a rather heavy oak table and I had always wanted to bind a pretty girl to it and whip her ass. Funny the things you think about when you're buying furniture. Now was my chance.

I had positioned the table so that I would have room to work with her bound to the end of it. Above the table I had attached an eye-bolt to the ceiling so that I could put a rope through it and lift her arms up behind her. Putting her at the end of the table, I had her bend forward until her head touched the table. I took a throw pillow off the couch and placed it under her belly for support. This, of course, also lifted her ass up higher than her head. I tied the rope to her cuffs and pulled her arms up behind her. This caused her to arch her back in a downward curve further raising her ass in the air. I got the red ball gag and placed it against her lips. Without even asking her, she opened her mouth (good girl) and I slipped it in behind her teeth and secured it. Her mouth being rather small, it filled it completely and gave a rather pleasing look. "Are you comfortable Jasmine?" "Ungh." I'm not sure I believed her.

"Spread your legs." She spread them wide, maybe 3 feet apart, apparently realizing that they were to be tied to the outside legs of the table. I tied them apart. She looked great. That urge to fuck her brains out came up again. I felt like my balls were about to explode. I was still sporting a woody that had been up for quite a while now. Damn, it's tough being calm and collected sometimes.

I picked up my fiberglass fishing pool, which I had told her about before, and was prepared to begin stroking when I realized I'd forgotten something important. Going over to the sideboard I opened a drawer and took out two wooden clothespins. Her breasts were touching the table but were still accessible. I put a pin on each nipple. She let out an "Aaahh." for each one, and I knew she wouldn't be forgetting them anytime soon.

"Are you ready for your twenty stripes Jasmine?" "Ungh". I had only used the fishing pole once before on a previous girlfriend but it had been too much for her. She was more of a "9 ½ Weeks" kind of kinky player. So I was expecting it to have an adequate affect on Jasmine's ass.

Swoosh, Splat! "One." Being a tennis player with good ground strokes, I pride myself on a fluid and solid motion. But I got hardly a response from the first one. Well, maybe I held back a little too much. I won't do that on the second one.

Swoosh, Splat! "Two" A barely audible "aah." on that one. Alright, full force forehand, Andy Rodick style.

Swoosh, Splat! "Three". Another minor reaction, "aah." Well, I started this off not knowing what she liked or how much she could take. Even though she had listed Masochism, Pain, and Discipline in her Activities Enjoyed list, I guess I didn't really believe it since she looked rather "normal" and sweet. It occurred to me that the fiberglass fishing pole I was using, a child's pole actually, was very thin and had no heft to it. It would probably work wonders on inner thighs (I saved that thought for later), but apparently wasn't too impressive to a real submissive girl.

Fortunately, I had prepared wisely. I have apple trees in my yard that I had not trimmed in a couple of years. This resulted in what gardener's call "water shoots". These are very straight limbs that grow straight up into the sky. They are very supple and have a very satisfying feel to them when swung through the air. Not having a cane, I had cut myself a couple of these switches for possible use, though not really believing that I would get to use them. I had cut them about 5 feet long. The thin end about the diameter of my little finger, the heavy end slightly larger than my thumb. I got them out of the sideboard.

"The rest of your punishment will be conducted with an apple switch. I believe you will find them a bit more strict." I set up for stroke number four.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "Aaghh". "Four." That's better.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "Aaghh" "Five."

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH" "Six." Heavy breathing had begun, and her ass was slowly moving back and forth. Three angry red stripes had appeared where the apple switch had landed. No broken skin, but I was sure angry welts were going to rise.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Seven." I had settled into a nice rhythm. A stroke every minute or so. Enough time to let the pain of the stroke sink in and spread. But not so long that she would get bored waiting.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Eight." The last cut had been applied to the spot right where the ass cheeks meet the upper thighs. It made her ass move very nicely. I decided to place the next one directly across her upper thighs.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Nine."

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Ten." I stopped to admire my work. The seven angry stripes momentarily worried me. Maybe I was getting a bit carried away here. I'd always wanted a masochistic girl to punish, but I needed to watch what I was doing. And yet, Jasmine had not given the safe-word grunts. She had only reacted with an obviously increased heart rate, a slight bead of sweat on her skin, and the reactionary "aagh's" with each stroke. I rubbed her pussy, and it was soaked. She groaned into her gag. Her scent once again reached my nostrils and it was overriding my willpower. I really wanted to just fuck her now.

"Jasmine. You are halfway through your scheduled punishment. Are you prepared to continue?" "Ungh." Damn, I almost came! I somehow managed a calm response. "Very well."

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Eleven."

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Twelve." She had begun a quiet sobbing.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Thirteen."

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Fourteen." A hard jerk against her bonds after that stroke along with the continuous quiet sobbing. I had been rubbing her pussy between strokes, almost unconsciously, and the wiggling of her ass seemed to be responding more to the rubbing than to the switching.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Fifteen." That's all I could stand. I pulled my pants down and buried myself in as deep as I could go. She came almost immediately, and I wasn't far behind her.

I pulled out of her and couldn't help but admire the sight. Her ass had anger red stripes all across it. I was momentarily completely satisfied, and I'm sure I had taken her edge off by letting her cum before the end of her punishment. I suspected she would use the safe-word now, or after the next stroke. But, of course, I had to continue. I pulled my pants back up.

"Jasmine. I will now give you the last five strokes." "Ungh."

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Sixteen." The quiet sobbing began again, but she didn't use the safe-word.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Seventeen."

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Eighteen." Her face was streaked with tears and her breathing was fast and labored. Her sweat soaked skin glistened in the soft light. I rubbed her pussy, and her ass moved slowly back and forth.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Nineteen. One more to go." I was getting hard again. Her fortitude was inspiring, and a major turn-on.

SWOOSH, SPLAT! "AAAGGHH." "Twenty. Your punishment is over. But your work isn't done." I walked around to the other end of the table, removed her gag, and lifted her head. I rubbed my cock on her lips. She opened her mouth, took me inside and used her tongue expertly. Having recently cum, I was able to last almost 10 minutes, and it was bliss.

After she had swallowed my cum, I untied her, removed the clothespins, and took her to my bedroom. I had her lay on her stomach and I attached her wrist cuffs to the headboard so that she was immobilized again. I removed the blindfold and took a wet cloth to clean her face and wipe the sweat from her body. I then gently applied cold cream to her welted ass to relieve some of the burning. She fell asleep exhausted.

I lay there for awhile watching her sleep, thinking about the events of the day. "Jasmine, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."