I 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.
