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Click hereI was seeing Lady Jasmine for the third time. Our first two meetings, each a month or so apart because I only visited San Francisco occasionally, had gone well. She was a professional dominatrix I had found online, and I had chosen her for her willingness to focus on sensual domination. I'm not very much into pain or abuse, and those seem to be the exclusive offerings of many dommes. Her photos showed her to be on the plump side, but to me a perfect body was less important than the right attitude and skill. And, I have to admit, I found her voluptuous figure to be a turn-on.
When I called the number on her website, Lady Jasmine answered her phone on the second ring. After we chatted briefly to ensure I was a legitimate client, she agreed to see me at my hotel. I was a bit surprised when I opened the door to let her in. With her hair arranged in a bun and Harry Potter-style glasses, she looked like an accountant who had shown up to look over my taxes. After a brief trip to the bathroom, though, she emerged with her long hair down, glasses gone, and wearing a shiny black outfit that barely contained her large breasts and ample behind.
We devoted a portion of our first meeting to a discussion of my likes, dislikes, and limits, and had a pleasant, if slightly tentative, session that was mostly tie & tease. She was skilled at sensing when I was getting close to losing control, and brought me close to the edge multiple times before stroking me to a satisfying finish. Although I had hoped for a chance to repay the favor, Lady Jasmine didn't offer the opportunity to do so.
For our second session, I set out a bottle of wine and glasses. When she arrived, Lady Jasmine was dressed in jeans and a blouse that exposed a bit of cleavage but which would hardly attract much attention. She sat, accepted a glass of wine, and we talked about the first session and what I had liked and disliked. I had no complaints at all, but encouraged her to push me a little more than she had, and also allow me to pleasure her in return. She understood my desire to go farther, and explained that she never allowed clients more than very limited access to her body during the initial session, and sometimes never did. That session went well, too, with her incorporating some light CBT (a few strategic clothespins) into her routine while my arms were securely tied to the bed.
The only aspect of our second session that was less than perfect was that once again she didn't allow me much access to her. She did let me lick and lightly suck each of her nipples while I was restrained, and briefly let me kiss the outside of her silky bikini bottom. I was encouraged by the small patch of moist fabric I found as I kissed between her thighs. I thought that might indicate she was willing to permit me even more, but she pulled away and things went no farther. After our session ended, I again expressed my desire to pleasure her, but she responded only with a noncommittal, "We'll see, you know I have my limits..." as she left my room.
I paced the room a bit nervously as I waited for Lady Jasmine to arrive for our third session. I had showered and shaved, and put on a fresh shirt. Her fee was already enclosed in an envelope on the coffee table. On our last visit, she had mentioned that she enjoyed screwdrivers, joking they gave her Vitamin C along with the alcohol, so I had set out a pitcher of orange juice, a bottle of vodka, and a bucket of ice from the machine down the hall. I glanced around the room, where I had drawn the blinds and turned on a couple of small lamps to create an intimate mood. Finally, her long-awaited knock on the door came, and I let her in. She locked the door behind her, but not before hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outer knob and locking the door with the bolt.
As always, Lady Jasmine arrived in conservative street clothes, although this time she wore a dress that hugged her full figure more snugly than her past outfits. She carried a black overnight bag that I knew contained costumes, restraints, toys, and who knew what else. She eyed the juice and vodka, and smiled, saying, "You remembered... how nice." Then she turned to me, and said, "I suppose you thought we'd sit and have a drink, and chat about last time, right?" Not sure what to say, I nodded in agreement.
"Today, I have a different plan. You DO want to serve me?" she said, more sternly than usual, looking directly at me.
"Of course," I replied.
"Excellent. I know you do. After our first two sessions, I know enough about you that no more discussion is necessary. We can dispense with the preliminaries, and you can begin serving me immediately. Start by stripping, I want you naked in my presence. Slaves should be naked in the presence of their mistress."
She remained clothed and watched me as I took off my clothes and tossed them on a chair. When all that remained were my briefs, I glanced at her. She grabbed my crotch rather firmly and said, "What are you waiting for, I want to see what's mine!"
I slipped off the briefs, tossed them onto the chair, and stood before her a bit nervously. I'm not embarrassed about being naked, but stripping while standing in front of a staring, fully clothed woman was a bit unnerving.
She lifted my rapidly stiffening cock and balls as if to inspect, and commented, "I see you missed me... Now, turn around and bend over." I turned and leaned forward, bracing myself on the hotel desk. Lady Jasmine made a show of spreading my ass cheeks and inspecting my rear view, running a finger lightly from the back of my balls to my anus before telling me to stand back up and face her.
"You'll do, I suppose. Before we go any further, let's be clear. In life, sometimes you have to be careful what you wish for. The last two sessions, you told me to push your limits. More importantly, you have begged me to allow you to pleasure me. But, you never asked what I would want you to do. Did you assume you would know what I wanted?"
While my first thought was that I did indeed have a few ideas that might please her, I sensed that was the wrong answer. Instead, I replied, "No, Lady Jasmine. I assumed that you would tell me."
"Correct," she answered. "And, once we begin, you will follow my instructions without questions or reservation? You will obey me in every way? Think before you answer, slave."
It really didn't take any thought. "Of course, Lady Jasmine."
"Excellent. Tonight you will prove that you are willing to serve me in every way, regardless of your own pleasure or desires. In fact, I may tell you to do some things you don't particularly enjoy but which cause me pleasure. And, if you serve me well, you, too, will be rewarded before the end of the night."
She continued, "Now, first, pour us drinks. Pour exactly how much I tell you into each glass. First, of course, is mine." She had me pour a small amount of vodka -- barely a shot -- into a glass, add a healthy amount of orange juice plus a few ice cubes, and hand it to her. She sat on the hotel room's small couch and leaned back with her drink. "Now yours," she said, and had me mix a far stronger drink for myself -- perhaps two or three shots of vodka and enough orange juice to nearly fill the small glass.
"Drink up," she encouraged. "That won't get you drunk or too tipsy to perform, but I want you relaxed and receptive. I find a little alcohol has a way of loosening inhibitions. I don't know if you even have any, so consider this a little safety measure on my part. We don't want you getting cold feet just when I'm getting, ummm, close."
I drank the stiff drink, and felt its warmth start to spread through my body. When I finished, Lady Jasmine reached into her bag and came up with a set of handcuffs. "Sit on the floor at the foot of the bed, near the corner, and hold your hands behind your back," she instructed. She cuffed one hand, looped the cuffs around the leg of the bed, and cuffed my other hand.
"There, I don't think you'll be going anywhere now." She pushed my legs apart, leaving me exposed and immobile. Standing between my legs, she lightly poked my cock with the toe of her shoe, and seemed happy when it twitched slightly. She stood close to me, and raised the hem of her dress. I was surprised to see that she was wearing no panties, and her shaved pussy was now only a foot from my face. "Is this what you've been begging to see?" she asked. She leaned closer, as I strained to get my lips and tongue within reach of her. She stayed inches out of reach, though. Watching me struggle, she chuckled and said, "Don't worry, you'll get a chance to put that tongue to good use. More than once, I expect."
"Stay there," she said, as if I had a choice. She carried her bag into the bathroom and closed the door.
A few minutes later she emerged wearing only a leather corset. Her feet were bare, and her breasts and pussy were exposed. Once again, she stood between my legs, caressing my cock with the toes of one foot a couple of times. And again, she brought her pussy to within inches of my face, always staying just out of reach. "This is your last chance to back out. If we proceed, you are going have to obey my every command."
With the pussy I had longed to see now mere inches in front of me, there was only one answer. I nodded and said, "I will, Lady Jasmine." She said nothing, but walked around to the side of the bed and released one cuff.
"Stand," she ordered, and when I had she pulled my hands behind me and reattached the cuffs. She climbed on the bed, leaned her back against the headboard and extended her legs. "I'm going to begin by instructing you how to worship your Mistress."
She fluffed the pillows on the bed and sat leaning against the headboard, legs in front of her. "You said you didn't have a foot fetish, right? No secret fantasies about women's feet?" I assured her I didn't.
"That's perfect," she exclaimed. "Making you do something is more fun when I know you wouldn't otherwise do it. Now, start by kissing my feet."
I leaned forward onto the bed awkwardly with my hands still cuffed behind me, and started kissing the tops of her feet with my lips. After a minute, she commented, "You really AREN'T into feet, are you? I find that mildly exciting. Let's get some tongue action going. Pretend my feet are dirty. Or, covered in chocolate sauce. Either way, you need to lick them thoroughly."
With renewed vigor, I began licking her feet. She changed their position every now and then to give me access to the tops and bottoms. I noticed that Lady Jasmine seemed to be breathing slightly faster and was looking flushed. "Excellent," she commented, "Keep licking, but suck on my toes, one at a time."
She was now visibly squirming. The sight of her obvious arousal, aided by the warmth of the vodka coursing through my system, was getting ME excited. Though feet were never my thing, I found myself sucking and licking feverishly. I glanced upward to find Lady Jasmine's hand between her legs, with her finger massaging her clit. "Keep sucking! I'm getting close!" I needed no more encouragement, and took first one big toe in my mouth, and then the other, moving my head up and down in my best imitation of blow jobs I had received. In seconds, Lady Jasmine whimpered and gasped, clearly reaching her climax. I kept my efforts going until she abruptly bent her knees and pulled her feet out of my reach.
"I think you were starting to enjoy that," she commented. "Maybe you had a thing for feet after all."
I replied, still leaning on the bed, "Maybe, but I don't really think so, Mistress. I think it was seeing you get excited that got me into it. I enjoy giving you pleasure, and I'm glad you let me."
Lady Jasmine smiled. "Good answer, and I assure you that you aren't done serving me for my pleasure tonight."
I was still leaning with my chest on the bed. Lady Jasmine had her knees up and legs parted, affording me a wonderful view of her shaved pussy. She saw me looking, and commented, "You'd like a taste of that, too, wouldn't you. We'll see about that. You aren't done proving your willingness to serve me yet."
With that, she rolled onto her stomach, and scooted down so she was able to lay flat on the firm mattress. Once again, her feet were on either side of me, and I wondered if she would have me resume worshiping her feet from a different angle. "Now, slave, worship my legs. Start with my ankles, right where you left off before. Kiss and lick your way up to the top, and switch sides every foot or so. You may lick my inner thighs, but do NOT touch my pussy."
Lady Jasmine spread her legs a little wider, and I began kissing and licking her left ankle and calf. I switched to her right side, and repeated the process. As I began on the back of her left knee, I heard a small murmur of satisfaction. As I leaned and licked her soft thighs, the murmurs became more frequent. She spread her legs wider as I moved toward the tops of her thighs. Finally, I found myself licking the crease where her butt cheek met the top of her leg, and trying to work my way in between her legs to lick to their very top while at the same time following her order to avoid her pussy.
Lady Jasmine's fleshy thighs and ass made reaching the inside of her thighs at their very top nearly impossible, but I found that by pressing my face into the space between her legs and ass cheeks I was able to reach deeper with my tongue. This really seemed to excite her, which encouraged me to press even harder with my face and wiggle back and forth to separate her cheeks.
With a groan, she reached both hands behind her and pulled her cheeks apart. "Lick me... everywhere but my pussy. I began to lick everywhere in the newly-exposed territory, and found when I approached her anus with my tongue she wiggled more and moaned louder. With this encouragement, I devoted my full attention to teasing her puckered hole with my tongue. I was rewarded with more squirming and pleasurable moaning, and I pressed harder with my tongue to penetrate her. "Right there... don't stop," she ordered.
I felt or heard a low hum and realize that she was applying a small vibrator to her clit at the same time I was hard at work on her other hole. "Yes!" she exclaimed, "Harder!" She raised her hips slightly to push her ass harder into my face, and I began vigorously circling her rosebud and then penetrating as deeply as its tight closure would let me. At that point, my face was supporting the weight of much of my body, as my hands were of no use cuffed behind my back.
Her excitement was clearly growing, and I kept licking, teasing, and probing. Suddenly, I heard her gasp, and her body went rigid for a few seconds as she came.
Abruptly, she pulled herself toward the headboard, flipping over at the same time. My face fell to the bed with her sudden move, but I squirmed into a position where I could look up at her. She was propped against the headboard, smiling and showing a hint of perspiration on her face. "So far, you are doing an excellent job of worshiping your Mistress," she said. "For the next phase, I'll let you have use of your hands. See if you can back up close to me so I can release you."
I squirmed farther onto the bed, managed to sit up, and using my legs pushed myself backwards toward her. When my butt reached her spread legs, I stopped. My cuffed hands must be inches from her pussy, but I didn't try to reach backwards lest I displease Lady Jasmine. I felt her fumbling with the cuffs, and first one, then the other, wrist was released. "Put your hands in front of you before you get any naughty ideas," she ordered. I moved my hands to my front and massaged my wrists where the cuffs had pressed against them.
"Scoot a little farther back," Mistress Jasmine told me, and she spread her legs a bit wider and bent them at her knees. I pushed back until I could feel the heat of her pussy against my lower spine. "Rest your hands on my knees and lean back." I leaned until my back was pressed against her ample chest and her head was nearly next to mine. "Don't get any ideas, and don't move," she commanded.
I relaxed against her warmth, and felt her hot breath on my ear. She lightly bit the lobe as her hands curved around me to my nipples. She began to pinch and knead them, making them turn into hard nubs. She continued to manipulate them, and rubbed them with short, very rapid strokes. This was irritating, bordering on painful. Oddly, it was also stimulating, and I could feel my cock hardening. Her hands moved lower, and she raked her nails against my balls.
"You have served me well so far, slave, and now you will get one of your wishes. "Move down, lay on your stomach, and put your head about as far as my knees. Look at me so you can watch me." I lay on my stomach between her legs, looking up at her as she produced a large hot pink dildo. She drew up her knees and opened her legs wider, rubbing the dildo up and down her pussy lips. The dildo became shiny from her wetness, and she slowly inserted it into her pussy until most of it had disappeared.
"I suppose you wish this was you," she said. "Dream on. I will let you sample this, though. Get closer to me." I crawled farther up until I was inches from her pussy. She continued to slowly slide the dildo in and out as I watched. Abruptly, on one out stroke she pulled it all the way out and said, "Lick this, see if you like the taste." I had never licked a real cock before, but this artificial plastic one now shiny with my Mistress's juices didn't repulse me. I licked its surface as she moved it around, tasting her on it. When she said nothing but pressed the tip against my open mouth, I opened wider and sucked. She moved it in and out, never pushing so far as to make me gag. "Do you like my taste," she asked? I bobbed my head up and down and managed to get a muffled, "Uh-huh!" out.
"In that case, it's time you tasted the real thing." She tossed the dildo aside, grasped my head with both hands and pulled me close to her pussy. "Do what I say. Once you have the hang of it, I'll let you experiment." She began by ordering me to lick all around her outer pussy lips, but not to get my tongue inside. Then, she wanted me to suck on those same lips, but warned me to be careful not to use my teeth at all. Various instructions to lick deep inside here, to lightly stroke her clit with my tongue, to circle it, flick it, all very gently. Her instructions slowed, and I began repeating the moves she had given me, and improvising a bit on my own. Her occasional whimpers and hip thrusts told me what was working, and at time she used her hands on my head to wordlessly guide my tongue and lips.
She was clearly enjoying my efforts. She was very wet, her hips squirmed at times, and little moans escaped her. At the same time, she didn't seem close to orgasm. When I slowed for a moment, she said simply, "Don't stop. Keep going. Feels great." So, I resumed licking with even more fervor. After what seemed like a half hour or more but was probably less, my tongue was getting physically tired and my neck was sore from keeping my head at the right angle. But, I kept on. Finally, she whispered, "My clit!" and pulled my head into position to lick her there. She pulled me against her, and I moved my tongue against her button with side to side and circular motion. She pulled me tighter, and I increased the pressure of my tongue and tried to move it even faster. She gasped, her hips bucked, she squeezed my head with her thighs, and she arched her back. I was immobilized in that position, trapped by her legs and hands, and continued to lick. Her whole body seemed to contract, and abruptly she pulled my head away and rolled on her side.
"That was very nice. So far, you are pleasing indeed. Either that drink released your inhibitions, or you didn't have any to begin with," she commented, still breathing a bit hard. "Get us both some orange juice, but skip the vodka. I don't want to dull your senses or mine."