Jasmine

Chapter 3: The Sound of Music

I once read an interesting story in one of the old "Bound to Please" bondage magazines from the 80's. It involved a scenario in which a Dom tied up his naked sub with her hands pulled high overhead, attached clamps to her nipples with bells on them, and then had her shake her tits to make "music". Every time that she stopped he would strike her ass with a cane to encourage her to begin making music again. Now that I had a sub girl of my own to train, I thought it would be fun to make her perform her own music much like the story I'd read long ago.

I hadn't seen Jasmine for an entire week, since I had gone out of town on business. But that was probably just as well, since her ass needed time to heal before being worked on again. I had talked to her during the week and she had kept me up to speed on her recovery. I had switched her on a Friday night, she had stayed at my house for most of Saturday recovering, but then went home that evening. By Monday she had been able to go to work, and presumably, no one in her office noticed her gingerly setting her ass down on her chair, or noticed any grimacing when she moved.

For our second date, I had her drive over to my house. She was dressed as instructed. Short dress, high heels, panties, no bra. She arrived at my door at the appointed time. "Jasmine, close your eyes." She did. I let her in and placed a blindfold over her eyes, then proceeded to undress her. She was quickly naked with only her panties remaining. I find few things more alluring than a beautiful girl, wearing only her panties and a blindfold. Through her shear panties I could see that she had shaved her pussy as she had been instructed. Good girl.

"Put your hands behind your back." She did. I put on her wrist cuffs, then hooked them together. Since the rest of the evening was to be spent in my basement, I led her to the stairs and carefully helped her down them.

My basement is a furnished walk out kind, so it isn't completely dark and dank. The walls are covered in wood paneling, and I have a fireplace with a brick hearth and a heavy wooden mantel. It was to the fireplace that I led Jasmine. Once there, I had her step up onto the hearth. Since the hearth is about 12 inches high, this raised her ass up to a very workable level. I had earlier put eyebolts into the mantel, and now secured her arms far out to each side. She wasn't completely stretched, since I wanted her to be able to "dance" once the fun began. She had enough space between herself and the mantel so that she could shake her tits and not hit them on the wood. I pulled her panties down and off her legs.

"Jasmine, spread you legs apart." I put ankle cuffs on her, then put a 3 foot wide spreader bar between her legs to hold them in place. I put the red ball gag in her mouth and secured it tightly. I stepped up on the hearth behind her, placed my now hard prick in her ass cleft and reached around to rub her breasts. I kneaded them until the nipples were hard and perky, then I pinched her nips. "Aaaaghh," she moaned softly into her gag.

I pulled her hair into a pony tail at the back top of her head and secured it with one of those elastic hair ties I had left over from a previous girlfriend. Earlier in the week I had ordered some things on-line to help in my sub training, and one of those items was a latex hood. I worked the hood over her head, gag, and blindfold. Since it is a lace up the back type, I had no problem pulling the ponytail out the top. It fit very snugly, and looked fantastic. I've always liked the dehumanizing aspect of hoods. They can turn a girl into nothing but an object of sexual desire. She now looked like a very hot piece of fuck meat.

"Jasmine, I'm going to have you make beautiful music for me today. But before we get started, I need to warm you up a bit." I began to warm her ass up with a good hand spanking.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack……

After 20 or so swats, alternating cheek to cheek, her ass had taken on a nice red glow. I took the alligator clips off the mantel. I had earlier put little round bells on the back ends of the clips. The type of bells that are hollow metal balls with a small solid metal ball on the inside of them that "rings" with the bell is shaken. Much like small sleigh bells. I'd taken them off some old Christmas ornaments of mine, of all things, but figured they would work nicely. (I suspect I won't be able to listen to Christmas bells the same ever again, oh well.) The alligator clips had seemed a bit stiff when I was preparing them and I was hoping that their little teeth wouldn't dig too deeply into her nipples, but I liked the idea that they would not come off no matter how hard she shook her tits.

I placed the first clip on her right nipple. "AAAGHHH!" The shaking and shrugging of her shoulders told me those little clips have more of a bite than regular old clothes pins. The left nipple. "AAAGGHHH!" Of course the safety grunts were still in affect, but she choose not use them.

"Jasmine, I've attached little bells to your nipples that you will use to make music for me. Shake your tits." Jingle, jing, jing, jinnng…. "Very good. Stop. When I instruct you to begin, you will shake your tits until I tell you to stop. If you stop before then, you will be punished with an apple branch switch. Just to give you some incentive, I'm going to start you off with three swats as a reminder of its effectiveness."

Swwiishhh, SPLAT! "AAAGHHHH!". Jingle, jing, jinnngg.

Swiiissshhh, SPLAT! "AAAGHHH!" Jingle, jing, jinnngg.

Swisssshh, SPLAT! "AAAGHHH!" Jingle, jing, jinnngg. Subdued moaning, shaking of ass, and erratic bell music accompanied each swat.

"Jasmine, shake your tits and play for me."

Jingle, jing, jinnngg. Jingle, jing, jinnngg. Jingle, jing, jinnngg…..

I moved across the family room and made myself comfortable on my sofa. Rarely have I enjoyed watching a fire burn as much as I was enjoying this concert.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg….

The three stripes on her ass had already begun to raise up into nice welts. I knew she would keep playing for quite awhile before fatigue wore her down and she had to stop. But I wasn't sure how long this was going to take.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg….

She was shaking her upper torso from side to side so that her tits swung back and forth fast enough to make the little bells ring. She had settled into a nice rhythm and I suspected she might be able to keep this up for an hour or more.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg…..

The side to side movement she was doing with her upper body to keep her tits shaking, had the affect of making her ass move in a small circular pattern. I watched this lovely motion for 10 minutes, mesmerized, before it occurred to me that her rosebud needed some attention. In addition to the latex hood, I had also anticipated the exploration of her pretty ass by buying an anal training kit. The kit included an anal probe that was 10 inches long, starting at a diameter of ½ inch it slowly expanded up to a diameter of 1 ½ inches. The kit also included three butt plugs. A 5 inch long plug with maximum diameter of 1 inch, a 6 inch long plug with max diameter of 1 ¼ inch, and the large 7 inch plug with max diameter of 1 ½ inches (which frankly, just looked too big for her little ass).

Jingle, jing, jinnngg…..

She had been playing sweet music for almost 15 minutes when I pulled a chair up behind her ass to begin my exploration. The touch of my hand caused a slight glitch in the program as I felt her three welts, but she quickly recovered and continued the concert. With my hand resting on her ass I could feel its rotating motion and found it highly hypnotic. I applied some anal lube to the index finger of my right hand and gently pressed it to her rosebud. Another slight glitch, but she continued.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg…..

With the circular movement of her ass, all I had to do was hold my finger in the same location. I watched as her asshole made small circles around my finger. Of course, this relaxed her sphincter and in less than a minute my finger slid easily inside her ass. It was immediately grabbed as her ass tightened down on it. I remembered that she had not had Ass Play as one of her activities enjoyed in her online profile, so I was determined to go slowly and allow her to open up at her own speed.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg….

In a couple of minutes her asshole had released its firm grip on my finger. I began to slowly move it in and out of her and continued this for another minute or so until it was obvious that she had it accepted its presence.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg…..

I removed my finger and picked up the anal probe, lubed it up, and gently pressed it against her asshole. I could see her visibly tense. Holding it still, the circular motion of her ass soon broke down the resistance of her sphincter and it eventually slid in easily. I began to slowly fuck her ass with the probe while she continued her music. Slowly I worked the probe deeper. When I felt her ass clinch, I'd pull the probe back a bit and let her ass's rhythmic motion relax her sphincter. I worked on her for at least 10 minutes, sliding the probe in and out, slowly working deeper, and finally had her asshole spread to about 1 inch in diameter.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg…..

At this point, she had been making music for about 30 minutes. Sitting behind her at ass level I stopped, held the probe in position and looked at the awesome sight in front of me. Her body was covered in sweat. Even though the basement was rather cool, her constant motion and the latex hood (holding the heat in) had obviously heated her up. Her breathing was heavy but regular. I slid my left hand up the inside of her left thigh and began to rub her pussy. Her cunt was soaking wet. I slipped two fingers into her shaved pussy and stroked her. "Annnnggghhhhhhh," she moaned deeply. Before she could cum, I pulled my fingers out. Damn, she smells good. Her musty scent practically filled the room. Her level of concentration was also impressive. Considering all the distracting things I was doing to her, somehow the music played on.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg……

I could tell that her body was beginning to wear down. Her latex covered head was sagging forward and her shoulders were beginning to slump from the strain. I pulled the anal probe from her ass and picked up the 6 inch long butt plug. I didn't want to stretch her asshole beyond my own 1.5 inch cock diameter, so the medium plug would work fine. Before her slightly gapping hole closed up, I lubed the plug and began working it into her. When I got to the 1 ¼ thickest part of the plug, I gave my wrist a quick twist and shoved it home. Her sphincter muscle immediately tightened down on the ½ inch base shaft holding the plug firmly inside her.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg…..

I figured I should give her some sexual release and see if that would distract her from her music making. Taking an 8 inch long dildo I began rubbing it across her slit. I quickly inserted into her pussy and began a steady fucking of her hole. She was moaning and thrusting her hips forward and I knew she wouldn't last much longer before she came. I began to pound the dildo into her. Since I was holding it at the base, every time I plunged it up into her the top of my fist hit her clit. It didn't take more than 10 or 12 strokes and she went into a very strong orgasm, which violently shook her body and ruined the melodious sound of the bells.

"Aannnnaghhhh." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….. "AAAAAGHHHHHH." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….. "Aaaaanngghh." Jingle, jing, jinnngg. After about 30 seconds of intense pleasure, she began to relax, and the music stopped. I stopped stroking her with the dildo, watched her sagging body and listened to her heavy breathing for about a minute.

"Jasmine, I didn't say you could stop the music. That will cost you 3 more strokes of the switch." I'd chosen to punish her in blocks of three because at this point I had assumed I'd be able to make her stop the music several more times during the evening by giving her orgasms with the dildo. But, she is an amazing girl.

"Are you ready for your strokes?" She managed a labored, "Ungh."

Swisssh, SPLAT! "Aaaaghhh." The switch always makes her ass sway nicely. Maybe the swaying helps take away the pain?

Swisshh, SPLAT! "AAAAGGGHHH!." Quiet sobbing after that one. I was beginning to make an impression.

Swisshh, SPLAT! "AAAAGGGHHHH!" Sobbing, swaying, hard-on.

As the last three stripes began to raise themselves into lovely welts, I resumed my seat behind her, picked up the dildo and began to work her pussy again with the pounding strokes. "Jasmine, play your music for me."

Jingle, jing, jinnngg……

Her sobbing quickly changed to heated moaning and it was obvious that she was building towards another orgasm. It hit her a couple of minutes later. It appeared to be more powerful than the first and lasted at least as long.

"Aannnnaghhhh." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….. "AAAAAGHHHHHH." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….. "Aaaaanngghh." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….

Jingle, jing, jinnngg……

Throughout her orgasm and past it she somehow managed to keep the bells playing. I was rather impressed, but assumed it had been a fluke and expected the next orgasm to throw her off her game. I kept stroking, my fist making contact with her clit on each upward stroke while she built to another orgasm. Another powerful cum, with clanging of bells gone erratic.

"Aannnnaghhhh." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….. "AAAAAGHHHHHH." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….. "Aaaaanngghh." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….

Jingle, jing, jinnngg……

Still, she kept the bells playing. The intense orgasms she was experiencing made her loose her rhythmic side to side motion, but the entire shaking of her body during the event kept the bells ringing, albeit not in a particularly musical way. But I couldn't punish her for bad music, could I?

The next one will get her, I assured myself, but my arm was starting to get tired. I pounded away with the dildo. At least the interval between orgasms wasn't very long. She was on her way again.

"Aannnnaghhhh." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….. "AAAAAGHHHHHH." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….. "Aaaaanngghh." Jingle, jing, jinnngg….

Jingle, jing, jinnngg……

The music played on. My arm was really getting tired, and I was beginning to think this bitch would cum all night long if I kept at it. As an old fisherman once told me, you have to know when its time to cut bait. I stopped the pounding of the dildo and pulled it from her wetness. Slurp. She made a moaning noise that almost sounded like she was disappointed, even though she had to be approaching exhaustion.

Her sexual scent, the multi-orgasms, her striped plugged ass, and my (what seemed like) eternal hard-on had brought me to the end of my rope. I let my pants down, stepped up on hearth, grabbed her hips and started pounding my manhood into her pussy. I was approaching my climax when I noticed those damn bells were still going.

Jingle, jing, jinnngg……

I reached around and simultaneously took off both clips. "AAAGGHHH". The pain of the blood rushing back into her abused nipples made her moan loudly, but at the same time she managed to get off one last time before I spilled my seed into her.

"Aannnnaghhhh." …"AAAAAGHHHHHH." "Aaaaanngghh."

Like I said, an amazing girl. I unclipped her wrists from the mantel, and removed the spreader bar from between her legs. Taking her back over to my couch I had her kneel in front of me, legs spread properly, while I removed the latex hood. Her face was flushed and her hair was matted down to the side of her face. I removed the gag.

"Jasmine, you will stay in that position for another 30 minutes with your butt plug in before I remove it and let you clean up." "Yes Sir", she managed to say in a tired voice.

I relaxed back on the couch and looked at her sitting in position on the floor. Her legs were spread, her ass plugged, pussy shaved, her hands were behind her back, and her eyes were blindfolded. She was just lovely. Damn, am I a lucky bastard or what?