Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 16:22:25 -0800
From: Artemis O'keefe <artemisokeefe@gmail.com>
Subject: Jasmine and Julie Part 2a

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 on Part 1 of this story,
I thank you. This is not all of Part 2 and does not contain the major
scenes I have pictured for this part of the story, however life, family,
work, and already the holidays have managed to eat of far more of my time
than is at all reasonable. I'm still working and I hope to get more of the
story done with every passing day, but I felt that it was past time to at
least post something for those of you who have been so eagerly waiting.

This part picks up the morning after where Part 1 left off. There isn't a
great deal of sex in this part of the story, and the big scenes between
Julie and Jasmine and Jasmine and Laura will not show up until Part 2b, but
I still hope you enjoy the story.

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!


Jasmine and Julie Part 2a

By Artemis

Jasmine woke up the next morning to the sound of her phone ringing. She
briefly spent a moment blindly flailing around as she tried to figure out
where not only it was, but where she was as well. The night's events came
rushing back to her as she picked up the phone off Laura's nightstand and
felt the woman shifting sleepily next to her.

"Hi, Mom," Jasmine said through a yawn as she answered the phone. "I'm at
Laura's." She stretched feeling the slight residual ache of really good sex
tightening her muscles, and smiled as she remembered just how intense the
night before had been. "We were talking. When the fourth bottle of wine was
opened, I realized it probably wouldn't be a great idea to drive home, and
it was too late to call." Laura began to stir next to her and she turned
her head to see the smiling face of the other woman peeking up at her
almost fully hidden beneath the sheets.

"Oh, that's bullshit, Mom!" Jasmine felt Laura shift again and watched as
her head slipped under the blankets entirely and she felt the other woman's
mouth began kissing along the curve of her breast. "I wasn't going to call
at 1 AM to tell you I wasn't coming home. I don't live there anymore and I
don't have a curfew. You were not up waiting for me to call. If you had
been, you would have just called." She felt Laura's tongue flick over her
nipple as a hand slid down her smooth stomach and down to her slit, and she
found herself biting her lip as she tried to keep from moaning into the
phone.

"No, Mom. If I had been in an accident, I'm sure the police would have dug
my phone out of the wreckage and called you." The mouth closed over her
nipple and teeth played lightly over it as the hand teased her clit
gently. Jasmine felt herself squirming at the touch. "Yes, I'm being
sarcastic." Laura's touch was masterful, driving Jasmine to distraction as
she tried to keep from gasping while she continued the call, trying to
figure out a way to cut the call as short as possible.

"Mother, you had at most two minutes of panic when you realized I wasn't
there and then called me. You have not been up for hours worrying about me
and pacing the house wondering if I was dead in the morgue." The mouth
began to kiss across her chest as the fingers at her clit traced down her
slit and slid inside her newly excited sex until the heel of the hand
pressed against her clit and the fingers curled inside her. Jasmine's eyes
screwed shut as she controlled her desire to let out a long guttural moan.

"Mom, I just got up. I don't know when I'll be home, but I will get there
when I can. I plan on leaving for home around noon. I have some shopping to
do on this side of the mountains and I don't want to get back too late."
She could feel the hot press of Laura's breasts against her side as Laura's
mouth licked and sucked at her other nipple, and the fingers began to
slowly cycle in and out of her wet hole. It was getting hard not to moan
and her mother was continuing to talk.

"Mom, I've got to go." The mouth bit down on her aroused nipple and Jasmine
looked down to see at pair of sparkling mischievous eyes staring back up at
her. "What do you think I need to do? I drank two bottles of wine last
night and I just woke up!" Crap now that she thought about it, she did need
to pee.

"No, don't wait breakfast on me. I'll either grab breakfast with Laura, or
grab something on the way back." The fingers were picking up speed as the
heel ground into her clit. "Yes, I will be back in time to say goodbye to
Cally and the girls. They weren't planning on leaving until this
afternoon. I've got to go now, Mom." The last words were almost a growl.

"Yes, I love you too. Good bye, Mom," Jasmine finished hastily before
punching the button to end the call and letting out a barely contained moan
of ecstatic pleasure a breath later, as Laura's mouth sucked in as much of
her breast as she could as her tongue still played over the engorged
nipple.

"God, Laura! That feels so fucking good!" she moaned as her hands ran
through Laura's short hair pulling the mouth harder down on to her breast.

Laura slid a third finger in to join the first two as she skillfully pumped
the fingers in and out of her friend's sex while she continued to grind the
heel of her palm against Jasmine's clit driving her closer to the edge. Her
body screamed with aches and bruises from the night before, but her desire
to thank her friend for the intense session drove her through the aches to
give Jasmine at least one "good morning" orgasm.

She could feel Jasmine's body beginning to tense beneath her as it neared
orgasm, and Jasmine's hands had slipped from her hair to slide down over
her shoulders and back sending tingling points of pleasure through her
skin. She kissed her way back to the first breast she had teased, beginning
to circle it in quick, hot kisses as she stopped the pumping of her fingers
leaving them buried in her friend curling again and again over the soft
spongy spot just at the end of her reach, grinding down with her palm even
harder.

Jasmine's breathing was little more than panting. She closed her eyes lost
in the pleasure she felt surging through her body, arching her back and
curling her toes, as shockwaves of bliss spread through her body hitting
her skin and ricocheting back inside her where they collided with other
waves in mini explosions of pleasure. She moaned again as her body began to
fill with that tingle of momentary satisfaction as she felt the fingers
slide from inside her as she felt the mouth kissing its way up her chest
and over her neck to find hers.

She kissed Laura with a lust-filled abandon, pressing her tongue into the
other woman's mouth, letting it tease and play with the silky muscle that
had so recently been teasing and playing over her body. Jasmine let her
hands roam Laura's body with a feather touch sensing just from the kiss and
the touch of their bodies. Every time her hands brushed over an especially
sore spot, she wondered what Laura looked like now that the night before
had had a chance to fully imprint itself on her skin.

The kiss continued with the passionate press of lips and tangle of
tongues. Jasmine's hands continued their gentle exploration. She wanted to
consume this woman. She'd had a brief taste of her the night before, but
that had been more to tease Laura rather than please her. Jasmine wanted
take in her friend's very essence as she brought her to orgasm with her
tongue.

Laura might have been in shape and working as a fitness trainer, but
Jasmine was still stronger and lacked the full body ache from the night
before that made every movement and touch an exercise in painful
remembrance. Jasmine used it to her advantage as she maneuvered her friend
breaking their kiss. She seemed to all at once pull Laura on top of her,
slide down the bed, spin her friend around and over until her friend's legs
were wrapped around her head the red abused sex she had tormented so much
the night before was inches from her hungry mouth.

Jasmine found herself taken aback for a moment as she took in the reds,
blacks and blues that covered almost all the flesh she could see. Even
Laura's lips looked swollen and red with abuse and her mind swam as she
wondered how the woman could even move much less find any arousal this
morning. She leaned forward just as she felt Laura's tongue and mouth began
to kiss at her own sex setting out to ease at least some of the ache and
pain she had caused and thank the Laura for the amazing evening.

She started with light gentle kisses, working her way up the innermost
portion of Laura's thighs, carefully brushing her lips against the nastiest
looking splotches of bruising she had worked so exactingly to cause the
night before. Her mouth slowly licked, kissed, and brushed its way closer
to the red swollen lips that it ached to tease with a butterfly soft
caress. Jasmine leaned forward letting just the barest touch of her pouted
lips brush against the ones before her, blowing gently to make Laura's
whole body shiver against her own.

Jasmine could feel Laura's mouth hot against her sex, but closed herself
off to as much of the sensations as possible, only feeling the occasional
electric shiver as she focused instead on bringing her friend to
orgasm. She sucked gently on the lips pulling them into her mouth and
tasting the hint of sex on them from the night before as her friend's new
arousal filled her nostrils like perfume.

Laura's tongue teasing her from clit to asshole sent shivers through her
body, as she continued to block out as much of it as she could, as her
tongue finally parted the lips before it and ran over the small, sensitive
clit it had sought out. Jasmine smiled as Laura moaned. Her tongue more
licked and teased more pulling more moans from her friend. As her tongue
continued it playful teasing of Laura's clit, Jasmine let her arms gently
wrap around Laura's legs, fingertips raising goose bumps as they trailed
over smooth skin and the still prominent welts from the cane. The
fingertips navigated the tender curves of her ass and traced down to the
heated sex they sought out.

Two fingers glided into Laura's wet hole just as Jasmine sucked the clit
fully into her mouth, sliding her teeth over its sides and her tongue
teasing over its tip causing her to moan and her strong, wet sex to try to
pull the fingers in deeper. Jasmine knew she had all of Laura's attention
as she felt the mouth pull away from her sex. She continued her slow
seductive torment of her friend's sex. Remembering the feeling of Laura's
fingers in her, she sought out the same spot with her probing fingers as
her tongue flicked and trailed over the captured clit.

Laura moaned long and deep as both the mouth and fingers working on her
body found the spots they were looking for. Her body ached from every touch
and movement, even the moans sent lances of aching pain through her, but
Jasmine was being as tender as possible and the tease of tongue and finger
had her nearing orgasm. For a moment, she wasn't sure if she was allowed to
cum, Jasmine hadn't given her permission. But the Jasmine that had
dominated her as a Mistress last night wasn't the same one that she shared
a bed with this morning. The gentle waves of pleasure began to roll over
her body like warm ocean water lapping at her at the beach's edge, each
wave hitting a little higher and touching just a bit more of her slowly
swallowing her up.

Laura could feel the fingertips of Jasmine's free hand tracing over her in
a combination of shivering pleasure and pinpricks of pain as they touched
her aching and bruised body. The warm waves continued to lap higher and
higher against her body forcing Laura moaned again lost in the moment.

When the orgasm over took her, Laura seemed to leave her body floating on
waves of pleasure that didn't so much crash down upon her, but sweep her
away in a warm embrace that turned her muscles to jelly and left her limp
and gasping as the wave eventually carried her back to her body and
returning her back before receding away.

The aches were still there as she came back to her senses, but as Laura
felt them returning, they felt muffled and padded and Jasmine's sex still
lay open and inviting before her. She could still feel Jasmine probing and
kissing her, but she could also tell Jasmine was doing so with a little
less intensity letting her know that it was her turn to be the bringer of
pleasure.

Laura felt herself slightly limited as she once again took Jasmine's clit
between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. Her arms were propping her
up and she couldn't easily move them to slide under Jasmine's rock-hard
thighs. Any shifting of her weight off her arms would press her bruised
body harder against Jasmine's, which would bring the stinging ache of her
sore body quickly back to the surface. She bathed Jasmine's clit with her
tongue like a mother cat would her kitten letting her feel the shivers
running through the body beneath her.

She could feel Jasmine trying to arch her body up to meet the laps of her
tongue and Laura begin to change the speed and length of each lick to throw
off Jasmine's anticipation. Her tongue trailed from the clit down the slit,
and just as she finished her long, slow lick, her chin rubbed over
Jasmine's clit pulling a heated moan from beneath her. Laura repeated the
long slow lick again, letting her chin grind over the sensitized clit for a
long, teasing moment before reversing the lick and bringing her tongue back
over the sensitive point. She could feel Jasmine's hot gasps on her sex as
the fingernails trailing over her flesh pressed down with more force than
intended as her friend was so close to cumming again.

Jasmine's eyes rolled and her head lolled back as Laura played her body
like a masterful musician. Touches went from feather light to exquisitely
intense and back again, as she was played like a scale. Her breath was
coming in heaving pants as her eyes closed lost in a spray of white-hot
fireworks that rained down on her as she exploded in pleasure. She writhed
under the weight of Laura's body and the tease of her tongue as the sparks
of passion played over her body for a long delightful moment.

Jasmine eased back into the comfort of the bed and lay there in limp
pleasure as she felt the weight of Laura's body slide over her and off the
bed to pad towards the bathroom, reminding Jasmine of the pressing needs of
her own body. She savored the moment and the memories of the night before
as she lay sprawled on the bed still overwhelmed at all that had
happened. It had been an amazing evening, but she wasn't sure where that
put things now. Nagging doubts of a dozen different kinds begin to fill her
and left her with more to consider than she'd had before. Hopefully, she
would be able to think through some of it on the long drive home, but, as
it seemed like all that happened as of late, more thinking led to more
questions.

As she heard the toilet flushing, Jasmine popped off the bed and hurried
down the hall barely glancing at her friend in her rush to ease her
bladder. She wanted a good look in the daylight to see exactly what she had
done last night, but that could wait and the only impression she got in her
brief glimpse was Laura looked more burned than tanned.

The cool morning chill of the morning caught Jasmine's attention for the
first time as she stepped out of the bathroom relieved and a little
refreshed and made her way down the hall. Winter was setting in, and
mornings were starting to get crisp. She knew they would be even worse back
at home and she made a mental note to have Harrison come by and make sure
the house was properly winterized. The thought was pushed aside as she
entered the bedroom and saw Laura lying on the bed.

Jasmine wasn't sure if she should be impressed or horrified at the display
in front of her. Laura was lying on her back and almost every inch of flesh
from breasts to knees was covered in red with liberal splotches of
irregular discolored bruises. The bikini area and inner thighs she had
taken careful care of with the hairbrush were closer to bruised with the
occasional splotches of red. She wondered how her friend was moving and she
saw the bottle of painkillers on the nightstand next to a glass of
water. "Oh my god! I did all that?" Jasmine said sounding slightly
horrified with herself.

Laura gave her a wicked smile, "Oh yeah. You want to see the back as well?"
Jasmine just nodded in shock in much at the sight at her friend's almost
cavalier nature about it. Laura turned over and Jasmine gasped again. Most
of Laura's back was red, but Jasmine hadn't concentrated as heavily on it
not wanting to do any major harm, but her ass and the backs of her thighs
were almost one long series of bruises with the welts of the cane standing
out with a viciousness all of their own.

"Oh, Laura, I'm so sorry. I meant to go hard, but not that hard. Are you
going to be all right?" Jasmine felt her voice on the end of panic.

Laura got up slowly from the bed and walked slowly over to her friend and
gave her a light hug. "Jazz, I'm fine. A little rougher than I expected,
and can take on a regular basis. I mean, I'll be feeling this for more than
a couple of days, and some of these bruises will linger around for a week
or so, but I'll be fine and I've taken worse in the past."

Jasmine relaxed a little at the words, but still felt herself a little
uncertain by it all. "You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Jazz, why would I lie? I knew what I was getting into last night, better
than you did, and I never told you to stop. How many opportunities did you
give me to call things off or back up? Did I ever take it?"

"No, but by the end, it was hard to tell how much you were even focused on
the moment."

"I was focused enough to know I wasn't at my limits. Close, but not at
them. I can't play like this often, but it isn't like I've done any play
recently and I don't have anything planned in the near future either. Who
would have thought being a manager at a gym would make it so hard to find
someone to date." Laura held her friend at arm's length and looked her in
the eye with a cool firmness. "Jazz, I'm fine. I'm sore. I ache. I
desperately need a shower to ease a little more of the ache this morning
and I'll be popping Advil all day to keep things down, but I'll be
fine. Didn't I show you just how fine and appreciative I was this morning?"

Jasmine felt herself blush slightly and relax at the morning's memories and
the assuredness of Laura's tone. Laura had never stopped her the night
before to slow down, much less stop, and the other woman had a level of
experience she couldn't come close to matching. Plus, she was moving like
she was sore, not injured, so, Jasmine would take her word for it. She had
a thousand other questions she wanted to ask and it would be hard to do if
she was worried she couldn't trust her friend. She nodded and looked at her
friend from head to toe. "Okay. You're right. Sorry I'm still a little new
to this, and I don't think it is usual for someone to go quite so whole hog
their first time." She blushed again and looked Laura up and down
again. "Can I take a few pictures to remember it by?"

Laura laughed. "No most people don't go quite so heavy on their first
time. But most people aren't usually playing with someone with years of
experience and a very high pleasure/pain level either. Of course you can
take some pics. If you want, you can use my camera instead of the cruddy
little one on your phone, and I'll email them to you later, along with some
other pics of past play sessions as well."

	"Really?" Jasmine squeaked, embarrassed that she sounded like an
overly excited schoolgirl at the thought.

Laura walked over to her closet and got out a higher end camera, which she
handed to Jasmine after quickly adjusting the settings. "Here you go. Don't
fuck with the settings and the pics should turn out perfectly." Jasmine
nodded as she picked up the camera and aimed it at her friend, capturing a
shot of her smiling face and bruised breasts.

Laura spent the next five minutes posing in various positions to show off
the bruises as best as possible as Jasmine clicked away with the camera and
a few with her cell phone. She remembered taking a couple of photos the
night before, but looking at the photos of the after effects of the
spanking helped bring the intensity of the evening into focus in a way that
a photo of the moment just couldn't.

Jasmine sat the camera down after a last close up of the bruising over
Laura's bikini area and let out a satisfied sigh. "Thank you. Those photos
are quite nice souvenirs. Now why don't you go shower, and I'll make
breakfast."

Laura got up from the bed with a stretch and smiled. "Normally, I would
argue with you and tell you to go shower first while I made breakfast, but
after you ruined my favorite bra and panty set, the least you owe me is
breakfast." She gave Jasmine a light peck on the cheek as she passed and
made her way to what would be a very HOT and painful shower.

Jasmine grabbed what looked like a long nightshirt off the top of Laura's
hamper and slipped it on and made her way to the kitchen and found the
makings for breakfast and quickly prepared food for the pair of
them. Omelets filled with ham, cheese and tomato were complimented with
cottage cheese, fresh fruit, orange juice, and toast. She was just
finishing up the second omelet as Laura emerged from the bathroom in a puff
of steam and made her way down to the breakfast bar that separated the
kitchen from the rest of the apartment, still completely naked.

Jasmine heard the slight hiss of pain her friend let out as Laura gingerly
sat down on the stool and accepted her plate of food as she took the seat
next to her. There was part of her that was a bit worried still that she
had pushed it too far. There was part of her worried that she'd lost
control of herself and wouldn't have been able to stop even if Laura had
asked her to, but she didn't truly feel like she had, and she'd tried to
give Laura every chance to back off if she'd wanted to.

"So, what's on your mind?" Laura asked between bites of omelet.

"I'm still trying to take it all in, I guess," Jasmine replied between
bites of her own. "Part of me is still wondering if I pushed you too far or
pushed myself too far."

"Don't." Laura said interrupting her. "You didn't. You didn't even come
close to pushing your own restraint. I was aware enough to keep track of
those things and I know what to look for in a Domme that's losing
control. And I've told you I knew what I was doing."

"Okay," Jasmine said trying not to sound uncertain. "What about us? Are we
building a relationship here? Is this the start of something bigger?"

Laura took a couple bites of her food as she thought the question over. "Do
you want a relationship with me?"

Jasmine blushed and looked at her food. "Not really. We live a bit far
apart to try it, and while it has been good to catch up with you, and last
night was fun, I'm just not getting that spark of a relationship forming."

"Then why did you ask?"

"I'm not exactly used to casual sex. Diana was the first time I've ever
slept with someone I hadn't been dating for months first. Now, an hour
after finding out you're a lesbian as well, I have you bound and I'm
tormenting you. It is, to say the least, way out of my comfort zone."

"I bound myself and then had to beg you to use me. Hell, Jasmine, the only
way you were getting out the apartment last night without me having gotten
into your pants, is if you had left the moment you came out and saw me
handcuffed."

Jasmine gave out a little nervous laugh. She wasn't used to feeling
uncomfortable as she asked questions, and it was a strange feeling. Laura
might have been a submissive, but she was clearly in control of the
situation at the moment. "Okay, so you might be a bit more comfortable with
casual sex than I am. It has just never been part of my mindset."

"Why is that, Jazz? I mean a few of us speculated on your
Ms. Prim-and-Proper slash Miss. Horny-as-Hell double nature back in high
school and we could never figure it out. I mean you'd start dating a guy
and you went around the bases like you were swimming in molasses, but once
you reached home you'd be going at it like a sea otter."

"Sea otter? Not rabbit?"

"Sea otters are crazy fucks. Male sea otters will fuck any and everything
they can get their paws on. You think your average teenage guy has a high
sex drive, male sea otters put them to shame. They'll fuck something to
death, then keep fucking it."

"I so did not need that mental image."

"You're a teacher, you should encourage learning new things," Laura said
with a wicked smile.

"Back to your point please," Jasmine said trying to shake the image of
raping, necrophilliac sea otters from her memory.

"How come you never did the sleep around party girl thing? How did you
manage to control your sex drive when you were early in a relationship?"

Jasmine thought about the question for a moment as she ate her
breakfast. "That isn't exactly an easy question to answer. There isn't just
one factor to it. It helped my mom bought me my first vibrator when I was
fifteen. That really helped being able to just take care of things myself."

"Your mom got you a vibe when you were fifteen," Laura said in slight
disbelief. "Your mom really was the cool mom."

"When I was thirteen, she gave me the sex talk. Not the 'Your body is a
wondrous thing and it's going through changes' bullshit, we had that when I
was ten. The one at thirteen was the 'You're likely to start having sex
sooner than later, most likely sooner, and this is what you need to know to
not be stupid when you do' talk," Jasmine began as she tried to figure out
how to explain things. "She put it all out there and in WAY more detail
than I needed. She told me to never be with a guy who wasn't willing to
satisfy me if I was willing to satisfy him. She told me that I needed to be
comfortable with my sexuality and to never be ashamed of something if I
enjoyed doing it. And she talked about reputation, and dealing with the
consequences of how other people might treat me, and what they might say if
they knew what I had done."

"She had that talk with you at thirteen?"

"Oh that wasn't even the half of it. Apparently, my mom got around a bit in
her teen years." Jasmine shook her head trying to shake lose the memories
that had resurfaced as her mom had shared her experiences and
consequences. "What I took from the conversation though, was that most guys
won't put the energy into satisfying someone they aren't involved with,
guys are going to talk and tell everyone everything you've done with them,
and guys will stick their dicks in anything that will let them. Kind of
like sea otters that way, I guess. Well that isn't everything I took from
it, but for the purpose of this conversation it sums it up.

"When I had my sexual awakening and realized how much pleasure I could
bring my own body, I found I liked letting the orgasms build on each
other. Usually, if I only had time to bring myself off, I spent the next
few hours feeling twitchy and out of sorts. I also saw how guys talked
about girls that were quick to let themselves get felt up or go down on a
guy. And I saw how other girls, and okay, myself on occasion, treated those
same girls. Remember Jana Lewiston?"

"Oh yeah. Popsicle!" Laura blurted out.

"That's exactly what I mean. She's a little stupid and ends up playing a
game of truth or dare with some guys and her friend Abby. During the course
of the game she's dared to shove a Popsicle up her twat. For whatever
reason, and probably because they pressured her into doing it, she does
it. You're outnumbered five to one, you don't have a lot of choice. So she
does it and everyone swears none of them will tell."

"And two days later EVERYONE is calling her Popsicle," Laura
continued. "Then she gets a reputation for being perceived as being easy,
and while she's suddenly very popular with the boys, we being the bitches
we were, froze her out like a Popsicle. I get your point. Fuck, I think I
called her Popsicle in her senior yearbook."

Jasmine nodded, "Exactly. She never lived down the reputation of doing one
stupid thing in front of a group of supposed friends who promised they
wouldn't tell and couldn't keep their mouths' closed an hour. Thank God we
didn't have camera phones back then, or that would have been sent around
before her pants were back on. Back to my story though. I knew I had a high
sex drive. I know from listening to girls talk and from what my mom said
that guys aren't exactly great at making sure the girl they are with enjoys
the moment as much as him. I didn't even realize how far ahead of the curve
I was when it came to multiple orgasms and willingness to masturbate to get
them. I just figured most girls got what they could from a guy and then
went home and finished themselves off. When my mom asked what I wanted for
my fifteenth birthday, I told her I wanted a vibrator. By that point, I was
tired of wearing out my wrist every night."

"And she got you one?" Laura asked more than a little slightly amazed.

"She got me three. She barely even blinked when I asked. Of course I was
smart enough not to ask around my dad and she didn't exactly have me unwrap
them at the dining room table with the rest of my gifts."

"And I had to ask my college cousin to go buy me my first vibe when I was
seventeen. She charged me double what it cost in the store on top of
that. Meanwhile, your mom gives you an assortment for your quincea?era,"
Laura grumbled.

"High quality ones too. As disturbing as it is, my mom knows her sex toys,"
Jasmine responded before continuing her story. "Back to the point, I'm
starting to date more by this point, but not really letting guys get more
than the occasional over the shirt grope. As they start asking for more, I
start asking what they are going to do for me first. If a guy gives me a
blank stare like he doesn't have a clue what I'm talking about, or acts
like chivalry means the woman goes first not cums first, then I tell him no
and stop seeing him. I'm not going to end up like Jana."

"Now, I was willing to go down on a guy. I hadn't done it, but I was
curious as hell about it. I was horny all the time and was getting fed up
with just getting clumsily groped, but I wasn't going to do it just to
satisfy my curiosity about that if my curiosity about having a guy go down
on me wasn't satisfied first. This developed into more of a plan of action
when it came to dating guys and deciding if they were worth having sex
with, which despite everything I've said I wanted to have. There were days
when I was so horny in high school, I just wanted to grab some guy walking
down the hall, pull him into the equipment room in the gym and find out
just what the big deal was about. But that's the way a girl gets a nickname
like Popsicle, so I restrained myself. Before I slept with a guy, I had to
know he was going to be willing to please me. I had to know he was going to
be able to please me more than once in an evening. Most importantly, I had
to know he wasn't going to telling everyone five minutes later. This all
took time and meant while I was dying to get around the bases, as you put
it, it was better to take the long view. And when in doubt, I had my vibes
at home."

"You are you to the core, Jazz. Organized and completely planned out even
when it comes to sex," Laura said shaking her head and smiling at her
friend's obsessive thought process on sleeping with a guy. "Okay, that
explains high school, but what about college? Everyone fucks around in
college. It's expected in college that at some point you wake up in the bed
of some stranger, and wonder who they are and where your bra is."

"To me, it was just a bigger campus, but same rules. Not to mention the
fact that who knows what some college boy has picked up at the local Clappa
Gonea Syphs sorority house. There were still girls who were put down
spreading their legs for any guy who walked by, and most of the time, they
were being put down by other girls who would spread for any guy who walked
by and were pissed the last guy who had walked by had passed them and
chosen the other girl. I had enough problems with those bitches getting
pissed at me as is just because their conquest of the week kept looking in
my direction."

"So basically, it was less of a hassle to vet the possible candidates for
mad sea otter like fucking than to just go out and cast your line into the
water and see what you caught."

"Precisely. Take my time, make sure I've found a good guy, and then use him
in any and every way we can come up with. Have you ever had sex in a tree?
Not a treehouse, actually balanced in the branches of a tree and going at
it so hard the whole tree is shaking? Now that was fun."

"Someday I would like to see the full list of places you've had sex, but
I'm too afraid of just how jealous and inadequate I would feel in
comparison," Laura said as she pondered how hard it would be to have sex
perched in a tree. "So you're an adult now, you know what you're looking
for in sex and know how to get it, what is the problem with a little casual
sex if it satisfies those requirements?"

Jasmine thought about the question for a moment. "Well to start with, I'm
no longer looking for guys. I'm not exactly living in an area that is
friendly to homosexuals."

"Oh come on how unfriendly can it be?"

"Ever heard of Sarah Ellington?"

Laura let out a hissed breath. "Ouch, that was your school?"

Jasmine nodded. "'Not exactly friendly' is a nice way of putting it. Say I
do find a woman in the area, say we do hook up. Say she's interested in
being my slave for the evening. Say all that happens and a parent finds out
I went home with a woman and complains to the principal and school
board. My position at school will become very difficult. They wouldn't be
able to fire me, but they would do all they could to freeze me out of
things and pressure me out of the job."

"Okay, what if you were attracted to guys? What would be the problem with
casual sex then?"

"Same kind of problem in some ways. Small town and if I go trolling the
bars for hook-ups, it wouldn't take long before everyone knew. Being
thought of having loose morals makes it that much harder to maintain
classroom discipline. Just looking for something casual means an hour drive
to the nearest city big enough where I might find someone. Then it's a game
of Russian Roulette as to whether it would be someone worth it. Plus, it
isn't exactly easy to change fifteen years of thinking," Jasmine explained.

"Diana and you were, I guess the best way to put it, experiments. Am I
really attracted to women and could I actually sleep with one, or is it
just a mental block caused by a long dormant sex drive? Can I really act on
my dominate desires, or is it all just something in my head? Obviously I
can see myself doing both again now, but that part of me that has always
sought out relationships wants to seek out a relationship to do it in. I
look at you and I think, 'Laura isn't what I'm looking for right now in a
relationship', but another part of my mind is also thinking, 'I wonder if
she'll want to hook up again if I come back over this way for Christmas?'"
Jasmine let out breath as she tried to figure out how to get her thoughts
in order.

Laura looked at her friend and read the confusion and frustration on
Jasmine's face. "I don't think we'd work in a relationship either. The long
distance thing is difficult at the best of times, and while we're good
friends, it takes more than that to start a relationship. That said, if you
were in town at Christmas or another time, and neither of us was in a
serious relationship, I could see the possibility of playing again." She
finished and tried to strike a sexy pose on the stool and ended up wincing
as her body reminded her of all the aches. "Maybe not quite as hard, but we
could play again."

"It's a date," Jasmine said dryly. "Now, if it were just so easy closer to
home."

"You can't tell me there isn't someone back where you live that you don't
think there's a possibility with. There has to be someone you've looked at
and felt a possible connection with."

"Ye-. Well may-. NO!" Jasmine said as she tried to get her thoughts under
control as the image of Julie naked and decorated with clothespins came to
mind.

"No? Really? You sound so sure of that," Laura said sarcastically.

"It's complicated and wouldn't work," Jasmine said trying to found firm and
ending.

"Is she in a relationship?"

"No," Jasmine said softly.

"Is she straight?"

"No," she replied again as she tried to figure out an excuse beyond it
being one of her students.

"Are you attracted to her?"

"Yes. I think."

"Do you think she has compatible sexual interests?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"Has she expressed any interest in you in the past?" Laura pried.

"Yes, but?" Jasmine did not have a good way to end that sentence. For a
moment she thought about telling the truth.

"I'm not seeing a good 'but' here, Jazz. If it is really that hard to find
someone where you are like you say, then why are you passing up on someone
who sounds like they meet your criteria?" Laura pressed as Jasmine sat
quietly in her chair. She really didn't have a good way to answer the
question. Telling the truth didn't seem like a good choice. Laura could
flip out and call the police if she told her the truth, or even worse she
could tell her that she didn't see a problem with it.

"I just really don't think it would work," she said as firmly as she could
manage.

Laura leaned in and looked into Jasmine's eyes. She stared so hard Jasmine
could feel herself starting to squirm as Laura seemed to be reading her
soul. "No, you're more afraid that it will work," she said leaning
back. "I'm not sure why, maybe it is because you lost the last person you
cared about, but you're afraid of what will happen if it does work out."

Jasmine shifted uncomfortably as the truth of the words hit her. This
couldn't work with Julie. Too many things were stacked against them, and
the longer it did last, the worse the consequences when it ended. Yet
despite all that, she found herself still wanting the young girl. "It can't
work out," Jasmine stated flatly looking away from her friend.

Laura took Jasmine's hand in hers and let her fingers caress gently up and
down her arm. "Jazz, I don't know why you're fighting against something you
want so hard, but you've got to figure that out for yourself. Figure out
what your objections are, and why you still want to ignore them. If your
reasons are good enough, then just go for it. Passion rarely makes sense,
but it makes for one hell of a ride." She leaned forward and gave Jasmine a
light kiss on the cheek. "It isn't like you to be indecisive or timid, so
knock it off. It isn't a good look on a Domme."

Jasmine gave her friend a blushing half smile as she pulled her hand
free. "You're right it isn't like me. I've been avoiding the situation and
I need to get over it and make up my mind. I've never been indecisive or
meek in the past, and I'm not going to start now," she finished firmly and
decisively, sitting up a little straighter.

Laura let out a light happy laugh, "There's the Jasmine that I know. The
one who doused Thad's letterman jacket in lighter fluid and tossed it in
the bonfire when she caught him fucking Darla at the lake party."

"I actually meant to throw it at him, but it caught too fast and I had no
choice but to toss it in the fire," Jasmine admitted slightly
embarrassed. "You're also forgetting I slashed his tires, so he had a bit
of difficulty getting home that night too. Why he thought he would get away
with cheating on me, especially with that prudish bitch, is beyond me."

"Personally, I'm just amazed you didn't just spray the lighter fluid
straight on him to begin with," Laura said with another laugh. "With that
said though, Jazz, I know you want to get on the road and headed home
before it gets much later. Why don't you grab a shower, and I'll take care
of the dishes."

Jasmine got up and stretched, "You're right, I need a shower and to get
going. Thanks for everything. I'm glad our paths crossed again." She leaned
over and gave Laura a big hug squeezing the woman in her arms.

"Me too, Jazz," Laura said wincing at the hug as it reminded her body where
all the aching spots were. "Just remember, Jazz, you can't always play so
rough with your toys."

Jasmine laughed, ending the hug and made her way to the shower.

Two hours later, Jasmine found herself on the freeway making her way
home. Laura had been right that she needed to quit being so indecisive when
it came to Julie. She had gotten the girl's hopes up and then ignored her,
too cowardly to just end things like she should have. The problem was that
she'd never been sure if she'd have brought it up, that she would have been
able to say no. She still wanted the girl, and she couldn't put her finger
on exactly why. And was it just Julie she wanted, or was she going to find
herself lusting after any teenage girl that showed an interest in her.

That last part is what really worried her. If it was just something special
about Julie, then what and was it worth pursuing. If it was any attractive
young woman, then the answer was clear and she needed to end it, and maybe
find a different profession.

The drive gave her time to think, and come to a conclusion. If by the time
she got home, she hadn't convinced herself it was worth pursuing, then she
knew it wasn't and she had to tell Julie on Monday. On the other hand, if
by the time she got home she decided it was worth the risk, then she had
plans to make.

Jasmine let her mind run back over the girls she had taught in the past as
she tried to pick out a few that represented types she could see herself
possibly attracted to and wanting to dominate. She would happily bound and
gag Sharice in her second period class, but that wasn't sexual, it was just
to shut the girl up and keep her from texting on her cellphone. They
weren't even through the first semester yet and she'd already confiscated
the phone five times, and it was easy to tell when she was on it, because
it was the only time she stopped talking to whoever was around her. Jasmine
couldn't understand why her mom kept coming by the school to pick up the
phone for the little brat either.

She had no interest in Sharice beyond that though, and she moved on to
various students she had in past years. This year had started out roughly,
and she hadn't bonded as closely with her classes as she had in the
past. That was starting to change now that she was back out of her shell,
but she didn't know these kids as well as she knew many of her classes in
the past.

After thinking about it for thirty minutes, Jasmine came up with a list of
four names. It was a list of four girls that were all different from each
other, but unique in their own ways and stood out in her memory. Jenny
Morgan, Tina Botts, Vanessa Sanchez, and Stephanie Landow were the final
four. They were all different in attitude as well as looks, and Jasmine had
a connection to all of them outside of the classroom. She disregarded
anything she knew, or thought she knew about their sexual preferences and
asked herself, if the girl had come up to her when she had been her
student, or even now for that matter, and there had been no William in the
picture, would she have even thought about pursuing a relationship with
her. For the sake of the mental exercise, she made them all very submissive
and sexually adventurous in the bedroom. Basically, she was cutting out
Julie and putting a different girl into the slot.

She started with Jenny Morgan. She had Jenny in her class her first year as
a teacher and again in her third year. Jenny had been 5'4" when she'd had
her as a freshman and 5'9" two years later as a junior. Her long light
brown hair had been down to her waist that she wore in single braid. She'd
had a few extra pounds as a freshman, but by her junior year the extra
pounds had spread out on her growing frame and she had developed some very
nice curves. She had a nice smile and fast eyes that intensely tracked
whatever had her interest. She'd been on the track team and after she'd hit
her growth spurt, she'd gone from competing in the sprints to the hurdles
and long jump. Jasmine had written a college letter of recommendation for
her and Jasmine believed she was now at one of the smaller private colleges
in the state.

Jasmine had been an assistant track coach her first two years at the
school, until gracefully stepping aside when a new teacher started at the
school who had actual track experience, and Jasmine had gotten the chance
to know Jenny as more than just a student in her class. Jenny was a nice
girl, but when Jasmine thought to herself as to whether she would have
acted on any indications from the girl that she was interested, the answer
was clearly and quickly no.

It wasn't that Jenny was a bad person, it was more that she was? flat was
the only way Jasmine could think to put it. Jenny had very little interest
in the world outside of her own little world. Jasmine would never call her
shallow. She wasn't self-absorbed, cruel, or malicious; she just didn't
even seem to notice how big the world was. She was born a small town girl
and when she finished with college, she'd come back to the same small town
and be content with that being her world. Content isn't even the right
word. She'd come back oblivious that she could have had anything else.

Jasmine would admit she had found a certain contentedness in the town, but
she still dreamed of bigger things, traveled, and knew the world extended
farther than the town limits. Being with someone who looked at the events
in the Middle East as if they were on a different planet, Hell, who looked
on events that happened across the nation as utterly disconnected to her
life, would drive Jasmine mad within a week. Jenny was perfectly nice, but
she definitely wasn't Jasmine's type.

Tina Botts had been the classic All-American girl. Five ten with
shoulder-length golden blonde hair and a body that had all the right curves
in all the right places. She always seemed to be wearing a big smile
showing her gleaming white teeth and moved with an assured bounce in her
step. Jasmine had had the girl two years before as a junior. She had been
in student body government every year probably since Kindergarten, and
Jasmine believed she was currently a freshman at some semi-prestigious
college in California. Beyond holidays, Jasmine doubted that Tina would
ever return to the small town and she was out to conquer the world.

Jasmine had gotten to know Tina a little out of class when she'd served on
the school dance committee for a couple of years, and they'd talked at the
various planning meetings and while setting up for dances. At first
impression, Tina was one of the nicest and sweetest girls you would ever
meet. The problem was that first impression wasn't exactly true, as Jasmine
had heard her talking when she thought only her elite cadre of friends was
around. Tina could be unkind and rude. Well okay, if Jasmine were to be
totally honest, Tina was a cold-hearted, two-faced bitch, who would sell
her soul to the devil, her mother to a whorehouse, and her younger brother
to organ harvesters if she thought it would get her ahead? and she wouldn't
get caught.

It had taken Jasmine awhile to realize this about the girl, but even before
she'd overheard one particularly nasty exchange between Tina and one of her
friends, Jasmine had begun to be wary of the girl. It had been the way that
Tina had occasionally turned her head and whispered a comment to a friend
to which they both laughed at an odd moment and there had been a cool glint
in Tina's eye. Jasmine couldn't see her being with someone she
distrusted. She definitely couldn't see herself being with someone she knew
would cross her if it was to her advantage.

Then there was Vanessa Sanchez. The girl exuded sexuality with every breath
and every move. She only stood about 5' 7", but she always wore heels which
gave her another couple of inches. Her flawless caramel skin, lustrous wavy
black hair that went past her shoulders, and smoldering brown eyes gave her
an exotic look in the white bred town. She had curves that would have
Playboy pounding on her door, and her every move seemed to be an expression
of vitality and self-control. You always saw the comical scene where guys
watching a woman passing them and being so caught up in the moment that
they didn't know what they were doing and run into a door. Jasmine had
actually seen that happen more than once when Vanessa had walked down the
hall.

Vanessa had been Jasmine's student her freshman year, and even at fourteen
she had had that look about her that left the boys in class speechless when
she talked. She was also an actress and starred in nearly every school play
from her sophomore year on. Her stage presence was even more amazing than
her every day presence. When she was on stage, every eye was on her and
pulled into the moment. She'd even starred in a few local commercials,
before she had graduated and last Jasmine had heard was she had gone off to
an acting school in hopes of launching a career in Hollywood. Jasmine had
yet to see her on TV, but even in the last year, she wasn't a huge watcher
of network television.

Jasmine knew the answer to a relationship with Vanessa though. It was
another definite no. Okay there was a part of her that would love to see
Vanessa naked now that she'd graduated. Vanessa wasn't hot, she was
gorgeous! Sadly Vanessa was also dumb as a stump. Jasmine had gotten to
know Vanessa out of the classroom when she had been helping the drama
teacher modernize Macbeth. Vanessa had been cast as Lady Macbeth and
couldn't remember her lines to save her life. In the past Vanessa had
gotten by memorizing what lines she absolutely had to, and the rest of her
lines, were often carefully hidden around stage. The budget had been tight
that year and the settings had been minimal with very few places to hide
lines, and Jasmine had found herself doing all she could to help the girl
memorize the lines.

Vanessa had been extremely grateful and sweet about the help and given it
everything she could to get the lines memorized, and even after all of
that, they'd had to change things a little at the last minute so that the
full length of the 'Out, out damned spot' speech was some place she could
read it. Vanessa had limped through school getting mostly C's with the
occasional D or B, and Jasmine was sure more than one male teacher had
given her grade a boost because of her looks. Jasmine was also fairly
certain that the only reason none of the male teachers tried to do anything
with her is because the girl had no filter and couldn't keep a
secret. Nice, sweet and beautiful were all things that Jasmine liked. But
Jasmine couldn't be with someone who wasn't at least moderately smart, and
she never would have risked being with someone who was likely to
accidentally mention what was going on in the middle of class one day or to
her parents over dinner.

Finally there was Stephanie Landow. Stephanie had been a mousy girl, with
frizzy brown hair, hazel-grey eyes, a slight, boyish build and dressed in
what she probably thought was gypsy-hippie chic. Stephanie had been one of
her juniors three years ago and like Julie, she had always been one of the
quiet students trying not to draw attention to themselves. Jasmine had
gotten to know Stephanie when the girl had asked if she would help her with
a novel she was writing. Jasmine had agreed to read through what the girl
had given her and do some editing and offer her advice. The girl had been
good. The story she was telling had been well put together and the
characters had had depths that many professional writers lacked.

Jasmine had edited the story and offered advice as to where she should take
the story from there. Jasmine had always been better at term papers than
fictional writing, but editing was editing and she knew how to advise the
girl to avoid tropes and clich?s in her writing. Every Friday for the rest
of the year, Stephanie had brought in the pages she'd written that week,
and Jasmine would read through them and edit them, and they had talked a
little as Jasmine read and edited and Stephanie pretended to work on her
homework.

And that was the exact problem with Stephanie. She was smart, but
flighty. Her mind drifted from thought to thought like a butterfly and only
stayed somewhere as long as she found it interesting. Jasmine knew she'd
done all the class reading, and did a massive amount of reading outside of
class, but she rarely turned in assignments and never bothered to do book
reports on her outside reading. Her grades had been all over the place, and
Jasmine knew she had to take summer school between her junior and senior
years to pass a class she had failed. She had passed Jasmine's class, but
barely. Well she sort of passed. Okay Jasmine admitted she had shifted the
girl's grade up a few points to pass her. It was what Jasmine referred to
as an 'I know you know' pass. Jasmine knew Stephanie had done the reading
and knew what was going on in the story, and knew the vocabulary because it
would pop up in her own writing, but the learning had never been
demonstrated in the classroom. The proof of knowledge had been enough for
Jasmine to pass her, but it wasn't enough for Jasmine to consider a
relationship with the girl. Jasmine didn't mind someone who was a bit of a
free spirit, but Stephanie was lost on the breeze and lacked the
self-control or desire to be anything else. She wasn't sure what the girl
was doing now as she had graduated the year before when Jasmine had been
her most lost, but she thought she remembered Stephanie had moved to the
big city and was trying to get into writing.  She made a note to try and
find out. Stephanie hadn't had her novel finished by the end of the school
year, and never come back to her with anything else. At the very least she
suddenly found herself very curious again what had happened with that
story.

The elimination process had taken Jasmine though the big city and she had
just started to pass through the more affluent suburbs before the mountains
took over. She barely remembered to get off the freeway for the shopping
lot that she'd been planning on.  It was going to be an early, and more
than slightly expensive Christmas present for herself, but Jasmine had
decided to get a hot tub, possibly one with an endless lap pool built in,
for the backyard, and her usual careful research told her which brands to
look at and where to buy.

Jasmine used her time in the store to go back over her choices and
thoughts. Had she been lying to herself about any of the girls? Were there
any girls she had left off the list that might have been worth considering?
She didn't think so. Yes, she was curious as to how Vanessa might look
naked, and she made another mental note to do a search for that when she
got home, after all, didn't failed actresses often end up on the pages of
girly magazines, but no other former students came to mind as she troubled
through the problem. That just left the question as to why Julie.

The stop took longer and cost more than she had imagined it would, but
Jasmine walked out of the store ninety minutes later with an appointment
the next week for someone to come out and consult about delivery and
installation. Jasmine had even called Harrison to make sure he could be on
hand for that in case she was going to need him to do any renovations or
electrical work in advance. She was already anticipating the first soak in
the tub with the jets turned on high and how nice it would be to swim
endlessly in the warm water and the cold winter air blew all around her and
snow covered the ground.

Shopping done, Jasmine turned her car towards home and her mind towards
Julie. Before she could do anything with the girl, she had to answer the
questions as to why her and was it worth the risks. Jasmine knew that some
girl she knew no further than as a student and how they did in class would
never be someone she would show a spark of interest in. She liked her
students, but that's exactly what they were. Julie had become something
more when she'd become Jasmine's TA and they talked everyday about whatever
was going on in the world. Jasmine was even willing to admit that it had
been that daily casual conversation that had finally cracked her shell and
gave her enough of a nudge to get back in contact with Stacey. Sure trying
to avoid the notebook had been the final push, but remembering it was
possible to have a conversation with someone that didn't circle back to her
dead husband had been even more important.

Julie was cute and had a certain athletic leanness to her body that Jasmine
liked. Yes, she could use a bit more muscle definition, but she was still
young and work and determination would help her with that. She wasn't
stupid either. She wasn't an honor student, but she was bright,
hard-working, and realized the world was bigger than just the small town
she lived in. She had goals in her life, but wasn't locked into her plans
and was ready to see where life might take her. She wasn't mean, but she
didn't try to be friends with everyone either. If someone wasn't her
friend, they weren't her friend and that was it; they never became a target
for scorn or torment. Knowing what she knew about the girl, Jasmine could
see the sensuality in her, as her big eyes craved approval, dominance, and
the desire to please. All the other girls Jasmine considered beat Julie in
one way or another, prettier, smarter, sexier, or athletic. All of the
other girls had big flaws as well. They were the same kinds of flaws that
had kept her from dating guys in high school or college, and they were the
same kinds of flaws that had led her to break up with guys as well.

Jasmine tried to take age out of the equation. Say she had met Julie
through one of the various BDSM and fetish social media or dating sites on
the internet, what would she do? This aged Julie a few years and made her
legal. Jasmine wouldn't have approached her, she knew that. She would have
set her search range down as she looked on the sites to someone probably
between the ages of 24 and 32ish, so Julie would have had to find her on
the site and message her.

In her message Julie would explain she was new to the scene but had a long
time curiosity in BDSM, but had not had the ability to experiment much
until now. She had a decent pain tolerance, liked the idea of some
humiliation play, considered herself very submissive and was open to all
kinds of experimenting. Part of the reason she replied to Jasmine's
profile, is that she saw Jasmine too was new to the scene and just coming
out of the closet, she lived reasonably close by, and this could be an
opportunity for them to get to know the scene and experiment together. She
points out she is a little below the age Jasmine is looking for, but she
had to reply because she felt there were too many other connections for
something like age to be an absolute factor. There'd been a link back to
Julie's profile as well where Jasmine would find an assortment of pics of
the things Julie had put herself through as she learned, a story or two,
and a decently written profile that would give Jasmine a better idea of if
she was worth replying to with any interest.

After looking through all of that, Jasmine knew what she would do next if
it had been a guy and she was looking to get back into the dating pool and
the thought hurt her. She would compare the guy to William. She wouldn't
expect him to measure up perfectly, but she would at least like to think
that any other man she dated would have many of the same qualities that he
had that made her fall so madly and deeply in love with him to begin
with. She was going to have to do the same thing to Julie if she wanted a
real answer.

Jasmine really, really, really didn't want to have to compare the two. It
was still too hard to think of William at times, and comparing him to a
replacement was difficult. Jasmine didn't even bother to think what Will
would think of Julie. His moral compass was probably stronger than hers
seemed to be and she knew he would have dismissed things long before they
went anywhere. He was probably a little disappointed in her for not doing
the same, wherever he was now, but it was where he wasn't that was the
determining factor. And that wasn't was in the car with her driving home.

"Okay," Jasmine said to herself. "Let's compare the two. See if Julie can
measure up well enough to make it worth it."

She started with looks. It was the least important category in the long
run, but the hardest to compare between the two. Will had a certain
computer geek chic about his look. Short hair, wire frame glasses, short
sleeve dress shirts usually in red, blues, and greens, a thin frame that he
put just even exercise into to keep fit and give him enough muscle
definition to keep from looking frail. A nice slightly lopsided smile and
kind eyes that had a glint of mischievousness to them made him perpetually
look like he'd just finished playing some minor prank on someone.

Julie with her short red hair, spray of freckles on her pale skin, short
athletic body was in many ways a complete opposite. She couldn't compare
the apple and oranges of bodies, so Jazz focused on Julie's face. A sweet,
shy smile and hazel, almost green eyes always seemed to give her a look of
sweet innocence and the desire to please. Looking at William, put a person
at ease and then made them check to make sure their shoelaces hadn't been
tied together. Looking at Julie made you think of an angel with a free pass
to sin for the weekend. There was no comparison and no winner good or bad.

William was smart as a whip when it came to computers and mathematics. He'd
gone to college on a full academic scholarship and had been recruited right
out of college for one of the top companies in his field. In his first year
of work as Jasmine finished up her degree, he'd made more than she'd made
in her first three years of teaching combined. Then, he'd quit that job at
a drop of a hat to follow her out to a teaching job on the backend of
nowhere. He knew what was going on in the world and could hold a reasonable
conversation on most topics, but if it fell out of his areas of computers,
videos games, movies, or basketball, he was willing to admit it wasn't hard
for him to get out of his depth.

Jasmine had enjoyed her conversations with Julie as they worked through
sixth period, but as bright as Julie was, her knowledge base was
incomplete. Unlike most sixteen year olds though, she knew she didn't know
everything and let her interests and knowledge roam and grow. Julie
admitted that her world had become a little self-centric as she found
herself more isolated from her friends, and with that had come an obsession
with furthering her exploration of BDSM, more than expanding her knowledge
down new routes as well. But Jasmine had been there too, and she could see
what Julie needed was a push into the greater world to explore more and she
would be off.

It again seemed like an unfair comparison between the two. There were parts
of William that would always seem to be a teenaged boy obsessed with video
games and the latest gadgets and where was part of Julie that already
seemed like a grown woman ready to explore the world before her.

William made friends easily. He had a charm about him that if he had been a
conman he could have had widows handing over their pensions, pastors
handing over their daughters, and car dealers handing him over the keys to
a new Mercedes with nothing but a promise and a smile. Everyone seemed to
know him and at the same time, he seemed to know everyone. Two weeks into
her first year teaching and Will's first year at the district's head of IT,
she was still trying to get to know staff and remember what department
everyone was in. Meanwhile, teachers she barely recognized would come up
and say hi to her, and ask how Will was doing and tell her how he'd done a
great job on fixing that glitch with their computer, or smart board, or
projector, or whatever else that hadn't been working right. She'd gone to
the grocery store one night and the cashier had recognized her as Will's
wife and how he'd help reboot the system and getting it running smoother
when he'd been in a couple days before and the thunderstorm had hit and
knocked out the power for a couple of minutes.

Jasmine had grown up and been popular all through school. Even college
she'd had lots of friends and a big circle of acquaintances, but William
had been something different. He wasn't Mr. Popular, or the center or
attention, or anything like that, but at the same time, everyone seemed to
know him and there wasn't a party he wouldn't have been welcome at or at
the very least couldn't have talked his way into.

Julie was like that in a way. Because she was worried about someone finding
out she was a lesbian and socially exiling her, she had pulled back from
many of her friends, but that wasn't her personality. Everyone had always
seemed to like Julie. She could put her in any group of students in class
to work on a project and everyone knew she would do her share and wouldn't
cause problems. She was always eager to please and people would always give
her the benefit of the doubt if anything ever went wrong around her.

If she was away from the small town and in a city where she could feel more
comfortable being out and being herself, Julie would likely come back out
of her shell and be that person on comfortable fitting in with most every
social circle.

Sexually William and Jasmine had clicked. They had explored, experimented,
talked and done everything the two of them could think to try together. The
sex could be a quickie in some place just out of view to the public, or an
afternoon of foreplay and fucking that left them both exhausted and
sated. She had never wanted when it came to sex with William, and as far as
she knew, he had never been left wanting either.

Julie was a new world of possibilities when it came to sex. Matching
Jasmine's, but in an entirely different direction. Just thinking of the
possibilities of what she could do with Julie had her mind spiraling off in
a thousand different directions. If they hadn't been in a small town and if
Julie hadn't been underage, they would have spiraled in a thousand
different others as well. Her biggest issue with Julie was often trying to
figure out what she could do without bringing undo suspicion or problems on
the girl and herself.

Julie didn't exactly measure up to William, but that's because it wasn't a
fair comparison. That said though, if Julie had contacted her through a
BDSM site, Jasmine would have found herself replying, curious to see where
it could go. She couldn't deny her attraction to Julie, and maybe Laura was
right that she needed to see where this went. And the more she thought
about it, the more she knew she'd regret not doing it more than she would
giving it a shot. At least until she found herself getting arrested and
thrown in prison.

Jasmine let out a sigh as she made up her mind. It was still stupid. It was
still dangerous, but she couldn't resist what Julie was or what she was
offering. Now it was time to figure out what she was going to do with the
girl. She was just turning into town, and instead of making her way home,
she headed to the school, hoping Karla was still there.

The school parking lot was empty as Jasmine navigated her way around to the
gym where she saw an older Jeep Cherokee parked near the gym doors. She
smiled before parking next to the car and grabbing her gym bag out of the
back of the car. The back door to the gym was unlocked and Jasmine hurried
in out of the rain that had started to fall earlier that evening and made
her way down a dark hall to a lit office near the end of the hall.

Jasmine rapped on the door frame as she entered from the hall and a lean
athletic woman in her mid-thirties looked up from the TV where she was
watching game footage of a girls' basketball game. Karla Yeats was one of
the school's female gym teachers and the head coach of girls' track,
basketball and soccer. She was maybe 5'8" with a wide frame of solid
muscle. Her skin had a perpetual tanned look to it, which made her short
cropped blonde hair look even lighter. "You spend way too much time in here
considering it's a holiday weekend," Jasmine commented stepping into the
office and leaning against a filing cabinet.

Karla stopped the recording of the game and stretched out in her seat as
she turned to look at Jasmine. "I've got three seniors on this year's
team. We haven't made the playoffs since they've been here and I'd like to
see them make it for once. We've got a good team this year, and if we can
catch just a few breaks, we can make it."

"What you need is a point guard who can put up a three pointer now and
then. What you need is a point guard who can at least threaten from
deep. You need Rebekah to go in for rebounds and fight for them instead of
getting pushed around. You need a team that has better endurance so they're
not throwing up rocks for the last five minutes of the game costing you
close games. And you need a sixth man who can come off the bench and make a
difference in the game. Beth needs to average more than 4.3 points a game
for the amount of playing time you give her. You up for some one-on-one?"

Karla got up and stretched easing the stiff muscles from having spent far
too long sitting in the seat pouring over footage of other teams. "What I
need is a JV coach who knows enough to help build the basic skills the
girls need. Yeah, I could use a little exercise. I'll get the balls while
you get changed." Jasmine nodded and made her way to the locker room while
Karla picked up a large key ring and made her way down to the equipment
room.

Jasmine quickly changed into her gym clothes and joined the other woman on
the basketball court where she was already taking warm up shots from a rack
of balls. A ball bounced off the rim and angled towards her as she
approached and she grabbed the ball off the bounce, shooting and swishing
the shot. Jasmine grabbed a second ball off the rack, stepped back to the
three point line and swished another shot with a smile.

"You just get back into town?" Karla asked as she made another shot of her
own.

"Yeah. I didn't feel like hitting the gym and I knew you'd be here and
would probably need a break. Seriously, you spend too much time watching
footage." Another shot and another swish.

"The whole family is in town this year. I've got one of my brothers and his
wife and their three kids at my house, along with my uncle while the rest
are over at my parents. Being at home is crazy. Watching footage was my
excuse to escape the noise." Her shot rolled around the rim, teetered for a
second and fell in.

"The whole clan is in town? No wonder you're in hiding." The ball bounced
off the backboard and whispered through the net.

"Even my grandparents. Though they're staying at the hotel, so they get
peace and quiet." Her shot just bounced out.

"Good for them. So what are the odds, Olivia will finally give up the JV
soccer position next year, so I can have it." Jasmine said with a blunt
change of topic as she hit another three-pointer.

Karla laughed as she stepped back for a three of her own, "Well she could
drop dead of a heart attack between now and then, but there's no chance
she'll just hand it over." The shot bounced off the front of the rim and
flew off.

"That's such bullshit. I gave up my spot with the track team when an actual
track coach came to the school, she could have the same decency and give up
her position for someone who actually knows how the modern game is played."
The shot had a little too much heat on it, and bounced off the back of the
rim.

"Life isn't fair. You can have the JV basketball job. Georgia would hand it
over to you before the next game if you asked. Hell, if you want it, I'll
give you the varsity job for next season." Her shot rattle around and
bounced out.

"I hate basketball," Jasmine said as she swished another three pointer.

"Oh yes, I forget. Miss. Five-star recruit, Miss. Second-team All-American,
Miss. Holder of multiple state records, hates basketball. You were offered
scholarships from nearly every major college in the nation, and you turned
it down to kick a ball around and now you're too good to coach JV ball,"
she said icily as her shot bounced hard off the backboard.

"Gee, I could have stayed at my parents and heard nearly that exact same
speech from my dad. You would think ten years later, it would be a moot
point. I was tired of basketball. I never liked it as much as I had liked
soccer and no one should coach a sport they don't love. Yeah, I could take
over the JV squad for you, and I could turn it around so that you would
have better skilled and conditioned players to work with, but I'd spend the
entire winter pissed off and counting the days until it was over. And you
know exactly what I'm talking about, or you would hand me the varsity
girls' soccer team for next year." Jasmine picked up the last ball off the
rack and made another swish and the two women, now at least a little warmed
up, gathered up the loose balls and prepared to play for real.

When it boiled down to it, Jasmine could have easily beat Karla in a game
of one-on-one. She had a better long shot than the shorter woman, had a
higher jump, and four inches of height. She could have easily hit ten
straight jumpers and had the game over in a matter of minutes. Karla had
her beat on the close game though and used her muscly frame to drive to the
net with a brutal viciousness. She had an uncanny sense of when Jasmine was
shifting her feet and would drive knocking the taller woman on her ass for
an easy lay-up. They set a rule that neither could make two straight
baskets from either inside or outside. Meaning that Jasmine had to try to
drive through the brick wall Karla became when she planted her feet to get
to the basket, and Karla had to try to take a shot over someone who could
swat away just about any jump shot she could take. That plus Karla's
constant practice with the varsity squad, made the contest something closer
to equal.

There was very little trash talking between the two as Jasmine took the
ball out and started to work towards the basket. Both considered trash
talking juvenile and a waste of thought better saved for the game. Jasmine
tried a head fake before spinning the other direction and an easy lay-up,
but Karla hadn't bit and stripped the ball from Jasmine, dribbled twice,
turned, jumped and spun putting up a long jumper that rang off the
backboard and swished through the net. The game was on.

The pair battled back and forth for the next twenty minutes and the score
stayed close. Shots were made, blocked, bounced off the rim, ricocheted off
the backboard, and bodies grunted, sweated, were knocked around, and
knocked to the ground.

"Tell me," Jasmine began as she tried to find a way to drive into the
basket. It was game point and she wanted to win. "What are Julie Gardner's
odds of making the varsity soccer team next year?" She drove for the
basket, but her shot was rushed and bounced off the outside of the rim.

"Julie?" Karla said as she caught the rebound and cleared the ball back to
the top of the key. "You saw enough of the games this season, and you know
what I'm losing. You tell me what I'm going to need for next year." She
circled around to the baseboard and tried to pull Jasmine out from where
she was guarding the lane to the basket.

"A striker, a defender, and a solid mid-fielder." Jasmine caught Karla
thinking and rushed in stealing the ball and moving back to the key.

"Exactly. I'm losing five girls, but I've already got a solid goalie from
the JV squad and Kate should have been on varsity this year, but I had too
many good mid-fielders to bring her up." She kept close to Jasmine not
giving the taller woman room to work. "So which of those positions could
Julie possibly fill?"

"She lacks the bulk for defense. You like a girl who can put someone in
their place back there. She doesn't have the killer attitude you are
looking for either." Jasmine rolled to her left, pivoted back to her right
and slid around Karla, but the other woman pivoted just as fast and
backtracked in front of the basket and Jasmine ran straight into a wall as
she was about to shoot.

"So where do I put her?" Karla said as she gathered up the loose ball.

"You need her as a striker," Jasmine said moving back to cover the other
woman. "She's too small to be able to move up and down the full field
quickly, but you put her on offense she's working half the field and is
small enough to get around and behind people without notice." She blocked a
badly timed jump-shot by the other woman and ran down to mid-court to
recover the ball.

"So what does she need to be a varsity quality striker?" Karla asked after
cursing her bad shooting choice under her breath.

"Speed and endurance," Jasmine said as she tried to find a way past the
imposing woman. "She's got decent speed, but she needs the quick sprint
speed to get behind the defense when the ball comes her way to strike. She
also needs to be build up her endurance so she can be out there for a full
game, not just a half before she starts to fade." She tried to drive again,
but the ball was almost magically whisked from her fingers and she had to
turn to cover the woman before she made another quick drive to the basket
for the win.

"Very good. Now why are you asking?" Karla stood at the top of the key
dribbling the ball slowly hunched over as she tried to figure out her shot.

"She's my TA. We were talking about it last week and she said she was
hoping to make the jump. I told her if I got the chance I would ask you
what she needed to do." Jasmine felt like a coiled spring as she waited for
the woman to make her move. She knew Karla was tiring and if she could get
the ball back and make a quick drive she could win.

"Oh," Karla said and she moved closer to Jasmine turning her back to her
and trying to force the taller woman back. "I always got the feeling she
never really had the drive to play soccer at the varsity level. "My guess
was that the only reason she said it was to please you. She has a crush on
you, you know."

Jasmine froze at the words and her heart stopped for a moment before
pounding against her chest like a jackhammer and she felt herself begin to
panic. How could Karla know? How much did she know? How badly was she
screwed? Karla sensed the moment the other woman frozen up and spun driving
around her for an easy lay-up and the win.

"She doesn't have a crush on me," Jasmine objected trying to keep her voice
level and casual, not even realizing for a moment she had just lost. "What
are you talking about?"

Karla laughed as she walked back over to her friend and patted her on her
shoulder. "That was too easy. I can't believe you froze up like that."

Jasmine let herself relax a little, had Karla said it just to mess with her
head? "What do you mean she has a crush on me?"

"The woman who has been crushed on at one time or another by probably
nearly every boy in her classes, is thrown off by one girl having a crush
on her. Jazz, I never figured you to be that easily thrown."

"I'm just trying to figure out what I'm missing that makes you think she's
got a crush on me. I can always tell when one of the guys has that crush
look in his eyes, but Julie doesn't have it. She's my TA and the only one
in the classroom. I think I would notice," Jasmine said trying to get
herself and the conversation back under control.

"I don't mean she has a crush on you like she wants to get under your
skirt," Jasmine felt her heart slow considerably and the tension disappear
from her shoulders. "It's a girl crush. You know how some of the guys get
when they find one of the guy teachers they really connect with and
like. They are about half a step away from acting like little puppy dogs
and hanging on every word the guy speaks like its gospel. They admire the
guy so they want to be like him. Start dressing differently and talking
differently to emulate the teacher."

"You mean like half the guys after they've taken Mr. Davidson's AP US
History class? Yeah, they're funny as hell to watch. You're saying that's
how Julie sees me?" Her heart had slowed to normal, what Karla was saying
was pretty common as students found new role models in their teachers.

"Exactly. You're her role model. You played varsity soccer, so now she's
determined to make varsity soccer. You know she tried out for the softball
team last year? She'd never played before outside of gym class, but she
tried out for the team. According to Coach Vicks, she failed horribly, but
she tried out. Oh, if you want a team, I'm sure Coach V would gladly hand
over the JV softball squad to you."

Jasmine shrugged. "Maybe. Coach V is probably a better coach than I am when
it comes to softball. Softball was just something to keep me active between
basketball and summer soccer leagues. Only reason I did it over track is
because I could cleat girls sliding into base, and occasionally, I got the
opportunity to bean one when she tried to take home."

"You're a thug, Jazz. What are you going to tell Julie?"

Jasmine thought for a moment about all the things she was going to tell
Julie, but then had to figure out an answer that was appropriate for the
moment. "I'm going to tell her the truth. Her odds of making the varsity
team are slim, but if she wants to do it, I'll help her develop an exercise
plan and diet that will get her there."

"Jazz, she's going to have to beat out Trixie Perkins for the spot. Trixie
has got five inches on her and already has the endurance. She's not going
to make up the inches, and while she's got a slight edge in sprint speed,
she's a little better at passing accurately, and maybe has a slight edge is
natural skill it isn't enough, especially if she doesn't get her endurance
way up. For her to make it, you're going to have to give her a work out
plan that will drive her in to the ground."

Jasmine nodded and the two started making their way back to the end of the
gym. "Karla, all I have to do is tell her the truth and give her the work
out. Then, if what you say about her little crush is true, all I have to do
is tell her I know she can do it and that I look forward to see her
starting next year," Jasmine explained in a cool voice.

"That's just evil, Jazz," Karla laughed. "It will probably work, but it's
evil."

Jasmine nodded. "That it is, but she asked. I'm need to get home. I need
some rest and I have lessons to get ready for next week. You should
probably head home too. Spend the rest of your evening with your family
before they disperse again for the year. You never know when they won't be
there." She had meant the last bit to come out light, but it turned sad as
she spoke the words and William filled her memory.

"You're right. I'll head home and worry about the next game again on
Monday. We should win it anyways, they're at the bottom of the conference."

Jasmine nodded politely and made her way back to the locker room and her
clothes. The thoughts about William had hit her hard and unexpectedly and
she was ready to lie down and get some rest. The next day, she would prep
for the school week and plan out just what she had in mind for Julie.

Jasmine woke up Monday morning after a restless night's sleep. She had
spent the day before preparing, planning, and primping for what she was
going to do. Her heart beat faster as she realized she was getting closer
and closer to the point of no return. She stretched and then let her arms
trail down her body running gently over her skin. The night had been full
of erotic dreams and her body was tense with unreleased desires. Her
nipples were hard and ached for stimulation and Jasmine let her fingers
flick over them before trailing down over her stomach to her crotch. She
parted her legs as her hands reached her slit and she shuddered with
pleasure as her fingers flicked over her clit. Jasmine moaned as she
imagined Julie kneeling between her legs, her small tongue flicking eagerly
over her clit bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

The tension inside her body grew, as she began to penetrate her wet hole
with the fingers from her other hand, and she bit her lip as her inner fire
flared higher. She drew out the stimulation for another long moment before
balling her hands and pulling them from her crotch. She wanted to be
aroused and on edge for the afternoon, but she couldn't afford to be too
closer to the edge all day with a class of students.

Jasmine took her time getting ready that morning, putting on a touch more
make-up than normal, taking time to put a wave in her long hair, and
carefully choosing her clothes for the day. She started with a sheer set of
deep purple satin panties and a matching bra. The bra always gave her
breasts that extra bit of lift that made them look larger than they already
were. Her dark blue shirt dress went on over the lingerie and the hem
swished gently over her thighs. Her breasts strained against the dress, but
with the dress fully buttoned not a hint of cleavage showed.

She rarely wore heels to school, but the shoes that matched the dress were
two inch pumps that made her calves look even more defined than normal and
would clack authoritatively with every step she took around the
classroom. The black leather belt was last as she cinched it around her
waist giving her athletic body a clearer figure, and there was always a
possibility it might come in useful that afternoon.

She looked at herself in the mirror and it wasn't the teacher she normally
saw staring back at her, it was the sex goddess. There were other teachers
at the school who could have worn the same outfit and looked like it was
any other day, Jasmine just wasn't one of those teachers. She'd have the
eyes of every male student glued on her all day. Too bad for them, it was
one particular female student that the show was aimed at.

Jasmine amazed herself at how well she was able to mentally
compartmentalize at times. From the moment school started, to halfway
through fifth period, her mind was locked completely in teacher mode. She'd
noticed the attention of the male students as she lectured and asked
questions. She noticed how more than usual students seemed lost in thought
as she asked them questions and had to repeat herself, but it was like a
background noise. This was why she usually dressed as to not accentuate her
body, but it was nice to know she could still drive people to distraction
if she wanted.

Fifth period seemed to pass slowly though and the minutes dragged on. Her
stomach was turning to butterflies and as the students took turns reading
through the current novel, she found herself growing distracted and
forgetting to make comments and ask questions where she needed to. Five
minutes before the end of class, she had them packing up and putting away
their things, which she normally never did. She wanted them out the door
the moment the bell rang and she hoped none of them decided to drag their
heels getting out the door.

Mercifully the bell rang after an agonizingly long five minutes and Jasmine
looked up from her desk where she'd been pretending to read a paper and
watched at the kids rushed from the classroom. In less than a minute, the
room was empty and Jasmine felt her stomach flip. She'd come to the point
of no return and it was time to make a decision.

One button, then a second and third were undone and her breasts were pushed
up between the spreading sides of the dress showing an indecent amount of
cleavage for a school environment. She leaned forward in her chair and slid
her hands under the hem of the dress and slid the panties off and over her
thighs and claves. Jasmine could feel how wet they were as she balled them
up and shoved them into her purse and tried to compose herself.

Jasmine senses seemed extra sharp as her heart pounded and she nearly
jumped at the creaks of the ramp leading to the door filled the quiet
room. Jasmine opened Pandora on her computer and Natalie Merchant began to
play just as she heard Julie's usual soft knock on the door asking to be
let in.

With one final deep breath, Jasmine got to her feet and strode confidently
across the classroom. She kept her face cool and calm and quickly peeked
out the blinds to make sure it was just Julie outside the door. The door
opened revealing Julie dressed in a green Celtic knot T-shirt and a brown
pleated skirt that ended just above her knees. Her hair had hit the stage
where it was no longer short, but wasn't long enough to do much with,
especially as its natural curl begun once again to take over.

"Sorry about the wait there," Jasmine said as Julie slipped into the
classroom and Jasmine pulled the door shut behind her making very certain
it was fully closed and wouldn't open without a key, "I was finishing
reading something and it took me a moment to get over here. I hope you had
a good break," Jasmine tried to keep her voice light and friendly not
revealing what she was planning.

"It's okay, Mrs. LeBlanc. It's not like it was raining out there," Julie
said as she put her stuff down in her usual spot and pulled out her math
book. "It was fun. We went over to the big city to my grandparents. With
Black Friday, my mom had to be closer to more of the stores. We had barely
finished Thanksgiving dinner and she was out the door to start making her
rounds of the stores to make sure prep was going properly. My dad was in
town as well, which was nice. He was supposed to be here all week, but some
reporter for US News wanted him as his photographer for a story over in
Syria. He flew out last night and my brother dropped me off on his way back
to college."

"I bet this is a crazy time of year for your mother. I bet she hardly slept
this weekend. It's too bad about your dad though. I bet it would have been
nice to have him in town for a few days," Jasmine said brightly, actually
extremely relieved to know he wouldn't be in town this week.

Julie shrugged. "I've gotten used to being on my own. Plus, since he wasn't
expecting this job, he says we'll go somewhere over Christmas Break. I'm
voting for Disneyland. Though, I doubt my mom will be able to make that
trip. Post-Christmas is nearly as nuts as the build-up to it. She's
planning a vacation towards the end of January and spending a couple of
weeks relaxing at home. How was your Thanksgiving, Mrs. LeBlanc?"

"Oh it was nice. I went to my parents and saw my sister and her family. It
was hard without William, but I managed. I ran into one of my old friends
from high school and we caught up and visited. Would you like to see some
pictures I took on the trip?" Jasmine asked casually as her stomach twisted
and heart fluttered.

"Sure," Julie said as she got up from her seat and walked over to Jasmine's
desk.

Jasmine could feel Julie standing just inches to her side as she pulled her
cell phone out of her desk and she opened the album with the photos she'd
taken with her phone at Laura's. She heard Julie gasp and go very still as
the first photo of the bound and naked Laura came up on the screen. She
slowly flipped through the photos and savored the unintelligible gasps the
girl let out at each photo. "You can imagine how surprised I was to find
out not only that she was a lesbian, but extremely submissive," she begun
in a low whisper. "You can guess how much more I was surprised when she
offered submit to me for the evening." Jasmine let her hand rest against
the back of the girl's thigh just under the hem of her skirt.

"I- I can imagine," Julie said with a dry swallow, her eyes glued on the
final picture of Laura posing to best show off her bruises.

"Are you wearing panties slut?" Jasmine asked as her hand moved a little
higher under the skirt?

"No, Mistress," Julie gasped as her legs spread instinctively wider, "I
packed a pair for gym, like always, but as usual I removed them afterwards.

"Show me."

Julie didn't hesitate as her hands moved behind her back and undid the
button and zipper of the skirt, letting it fall. The fabric briefly hung on
Jasmine's hand before she pulled it away and let it fall to the ground
giving Jasmine a perfect view of the girl's pale, smooth ass. Jasmine let
her hand glide the rest of the way up the pale white thigh and over the
curves of her ass and Julie shivered with pleasure. She dragged her nails
gently down the white curves and Julie shivered again as a choked moan
seemed to stick in her throat.

"Have you cum, slut?" Jasmine let her fingernails trace over the inner
thighs of the girl's spread legs, stopping just short of her pussy. Jasmine
could tell the girl was wet and part of her was dying to taste the slut
then and there.

"No, Mistress," Julie said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "It has
been difficult. I still play with myself every day, but I can barely do it
for more than a few minutes before I have to stop."

"And how often a day do you do it?" Jasmine let her fingers reach the
girl's slit and slip through it. Her finger lightly brushed over her slut's
clit and she felt the girl shiver hard.

"Usually, I do it three to four times a day. When I get up in the morning,
when I get home from school, usually after dinner as I'm watching TV or on
the computer, and then before bed. I couldn't quite as much over the last
weekend due to not having much private space, but I still managed in the
morning and night," her voice was growing strained and unsteady and Jasmine
could see in the reflection of the monitor, that her eyes were clenched
shut.

Jasmine let her fingernails gently run over the fullness of the slave's
mound adding just enough pressure to make it more a scratch than a
caress. "You will not cum now, slut, either. I have not given you
permission to do so."

"Mistress, your touch feels so good and I've dreamt about this for so long,
I don't know how much longer I can control myself. Please, may I cum,
Mistress," Julie's voice was strained and caught in her throat with almost
every word, as she dug her nails harder into her hands to control herself.

Jasmine pulled her hand away from her slave's wet slit and brought her hand
back up in a stinging slap on sensitive skin pulling a yelp from Julie's
throat. "Listen here, cunt," Jasmine began in a harsh whisper. "If you
remember I gave your dirty, slutty self permission to cum after you had
completed your assignment for me. You're the one who set yourself the
assignment to not cum again until I allowed it." She gave the slave's clit
a hard pinch that made her gasp and Jasmine was almost sure was going to
push her over the edge. "If you can't keep the assignments you set
yourself, then how can I expect you to be a good enough slave to obey any
assignment I give you? If you want to be my slave, you little cunt, you'll
control yourself. Otherwise, put on your skirt, find a bathroom stall and
take care of yourself!" Jasmine couldn't believe how harsh and vicious she
sounded as she snapped at the girl, but she could see the words had excited
the slut even more as her heart sped up in her throat and her pussy seemed
to get even wetter just as she gave the clit another pinch.

"Yes, Mistress," the girl said through sobs, her hands no longer in balls
instead her hands were clawed and driving into the front of her thighs as
she fought for control. Jasmine was impressed, and very, very wet.

Jasmine pulled her hand away and saw the glistening wetness coating her
fingers. She slowly licked them clean and savored the sweet taste of the
young slave. "I'm glad you understand the situation, slut," Jasmine said as
she licked her last fingertip clean. "Now, there is one last test you must
pass to prove you are worthy to be my slave. If you do not pass this test,
it is clear you do not have the skills I require in a slave and you'll have
to find someone else to be your Mistress."

"Anything, Mistress!" the girl gasped. "I'll do anything you want,
Mistress!"

"The important thing to know about your Mistress, slut, is that I am
multi-orgasmic. I'm never satisfied with just one orgasm, and very rarely
satisfied with just two or three," Jasmine moved her hands to inch her
skirt up her thighs as she pulled back slightly from her desk. "If that
little slut tongue of yours can bring me off twice before the end of class,
then I'll know you have what it takes to be a worthy slave for me. If you
can't, then you'll just have to find some other cunt to practice on until
you're ready to please a real woman." By the time she was done talking,
she'd hiked the dress up around her waist leaving herself naked and
exposed. Not that the girl had noticed yet, her eyes were still screwed
shut as she tried to control her body's desires.

"Yes, Mistress. I understand, Mistress," the girl said nodding her head
emphatically.

"Then what are you waiting for? I shouldn't have to wait for you, and I
would have thought that you wouldn't want to wait even a second before
taking the opportunity to service someone you call your Mistress,"
Jasmine's voice remained steady and she fought to keep her body from
shaking in excitement. Watching the girl react to her words and actions was
more exciting than she could have imagined.

The girl dropped to her knees without another word and crawled under the
desk and between her Mistress' legs. She had dreamed of this moment for
over a year, and she couldn't believe she was finally getting a chance to
lick and suck and worship at her Mistress' body. Her stomach was a writhing
mass of nerves as she wondered if she could truly complete the assignment
she had been given. If she was unable to, she had no doubt that she would
be sent away unsatisfied and having done nothing but prove she wasn't ready
to serve a goddess like the one that sat waiting before her.

She leaned forward taking in the beautiful picture of her Mistress' sex on
display before her. The lips were wet, glistening and spread open clearly
putting her Mistress' clit and opening on display for her. She inhaled
deeply smelling the sex, perfume, and body wash of her Mistress and the
heady bouquet made her head swim as she lean forward to take her first,
long-desired taste of another woman's sex.

She started with long slow licks of her tongue, like she had seen so often
in the videos she had watched online, and let the flat of her tongue trace
all the way from her Mistress' opening and over her clit, before going back
down over it in another slow lick. She wanted to savor the moment. She
wanted to spend the rest of the day between those thighs happily licking
and sucking away, but she knew she was short on time and after another
series of long licks, she leaned forward even more and sucked the clit into
her mouth and let her tongue lick and flick all over it. She could feel her
Mistress thrusting her hips towards her mouth and she hoped she was
pleasing her. She had watched so many videos trying to figure out the best
way to please a Mistress when she got the chance, and she just hoped she
was giving her Mistress the pleasure she deserved.

Jasmine moaned as the small hot mouth attached to her clit and the tongue
swirled over her sensitive bud and her hips jerked, pushing her crotch into
the hungry mouth before her. It was clear, the girl lacked the experience
that Laura had, but the mouth was eager and the tongue was quick, and
aroused as Jasmine already was, she could feel her first orgasm already
beginning to build. Normally, she would have held back and let the orgasm
build to something stronger and more intense, but she didn't want her new
slave to fail in her first task. She reached up with her hands, and flicked
her nipples through her dress increasing her stimulation and arousal, as
she let her mind drift and imagine all the things she could do with the
compliant, beautiful slave between her legs.

Another long lick over her captured clit was enough to push Jasmine over
the edge and her body shook and stiffened and a small, but amazing orgasm
sent electricity shooting through her nervous system. The room smelled
heavily of her sex and she prayed that this wouldn't be the day where
someone came to ask a question or see how her weekend had gone.

Jasmine came down off the crest of her orgasm as she felt the small tongue
leave her clit and trail down her slit, penetrating into her open hole. She
could just feel the tongue as it caressed the inner walls of her sex, and
whether intentional or accidentally, the bridge of her slave's nose ran
over her clit with each probe of the tongue driving her wild.

She felt her slave's hand slowly beginning to caress its way up her thigh
and Jasmine knew what her slave was planning on doing. She pulled a hand
away from one of her breasts and slapped the girl on the head, "No hands,
slut! I don't want your grubby little fingers inside me until you've proven
yourself with your mouth!" The hand slid back down her calf and the tongue
pulled from her sex for another long lick.

The girl rested on her hands and knees blissfully between her Mistress'
legs as her tongue worked feverishly over the prize before her. She had
already brought her Mistress to orgasm once and she hoped she was close to
pleasing her again as she wondered desperately how much time was left
before the bell rang. She pulled her tongue from where she'd been driving
it into her Mistress and let her tongue lick up and down her Mistress
again. She let her tongue go lower this time, remembering her Mistress
making her play with her own asshole and hoping it was something her
goddess would like her to do. She was so close to cumming herself from
sheer exhilaration, and her body ached with the effort to stay in control.

She felt her Mistress react as her tongue teased over her asshole for the
second time and she knew she had done something that had given her Mistress
pleasure. She let her tongue play over the puckered hole for longer the
second time and felt Her Mistress jerk before her. She let her tongue trail
back up the full length of the slit and over the clit bringing another moan
like the chorus of angels to her ears. She sucked the clit into her mouth
again and let her tongue play over its tip with quick fluid licks.

As her tongue passed one final time over her Mistress' clit, and at that
moment she truly did become her Mistress, she felt the woman tense around
her as she moaned again and her Mistress' body shook and shivered with
pleasure. She felt a swelling pride filling her inside as she took a brief
moment of pride in having completed the assignment she was given, and knew
that when she stepped out from under the desk, she was an owned slave.

Jasmine savored the moment for a minute longer as the second orgasm sent
the last lingering jolts of pleasure shooting through her limbs before
pulling back from the desk and letting her slave out. There was only ten
minutes left before the end of school and they both needed to get cleaned
up and she needed to give Julie her instructions for the future.

With a gentle push, she rolled back from the desk finally pulling her sex
away from the eager and pleasing tongue. "Get up, slave. I have
instructions to give you, and we don't have much time before you need to
head home."

Julie quickly scrambled out from under the desk and popped to her feet as
she put her hands to her sides and spread her legs wide. Jasmine felt her
self-control completely disappear and her arms wrapped around the girl's
waist sitting her down on the edge of the desk. She didn't know when she
might get another chance to taste the girl before her, and she wasn't going
to miss the opportunity, even if it was only a little taste. She leaned
forward and savored the view before her eyes. The small patch of deep red
hair above the just parted pink lips of her slave's pussy was like a
beckoning fire, and Jasmine leaned forward extending her tongue and letting
it flick over the tip of her the small just visible clit. Her slave let out
a violent moan and her hands slammed onto the desktop and grasped the edge
with a wild strength.

Jasmine let her tongue reach all the way down to the end of the delicious
slit, before beginning to drag it up fully through it. The slut was so wet
and so excited and Jasmine savored the taste of the young girl on her
tongue as her tongue slowly trailed up and over the clit again.

The slut moaned as she tried to control herself. Weeks of denial and a year
of dreams were fighting to get out of her body. Her nails drove into the
wood of the desk beneath her and her entire body strained to keep in
control as the tongue simulated her so perfectly. It was too much to resist
for much longer and she knew she needed to say something or she would fail
her Mistress in that moment. "Please, Mistress, I beg you to let me cum!
Please! If you do that again I won't be able to control myself. I'm so
close. Please let me cum from the touch of your tongue, Mistress!" The
words were gasped and strained sobs as she felt the cool breath of her
Mistress caressing her wet and excited sex.

Jasmine pulled back quickly and sat up straight. There was part of her that
would have loved to continue and to feel the girl come to her long desired
orgasm on her tongue, but the day was nearly over and she doubted the girl
would have been quiet. "You are right, slut. I shouldn't torment you so,
but you do have such a delicious body, that I couldn't resist a little
taste of my new slave before I let her go for the day. Get down and bring
me your panties," Jasmine said as she ran through the instructions she had
to give the girl.

The slave jumped off the desk and ran to her bag opening up the middle
pocket and pulling out a pair of pink cotton panties before returning to
Jasmine. Jasmine took the offered panties and felt the damp spot in their
crotch, and wondered how the girl managed to go about all the time without
panties if an hour of gym made her that wet. Jasmine took the panties and
pressed them against her pussy, letting the cotton fabric collect her own
scent and taste as well. "Do you really want to make the varsity soccer
team, or have you just said it because you think I want to hear it?"

"I like soccer, Mistress. I've been playing since I was young and always
enjoyed it. I'll admit that I've pushed myself harder and tried harder,
because of my attraction to you, but I want to make the varsity team mainly
for me," the slave answered honestly.

"Good, then we shall make getting the skills, strength and endurance you
will need for that part of your training. I will come up with a workout
schedule and diet that will help you make your goal. I can tell you this
though, no matter what you think, no matter what you imagine, this part of
your training will be harder on you than any other part of your training,
and you will be punished if you slack off or don't make your
goals. Remember, slut, this is a goal you've set for yourself, not one I've
set for you. If you can't make your goals, then I can't believe you'll try
for any I set you."

The girl nodded, "Yes, Mistress. I understand, and I will stick to any
training schedule you set me."

"Do you remember the email account you set up?"

"Yes, Mistress. I've checked it every day hoping there would be a message
from you on there."

"Good. At 4:30 tonight, you will leave your house to ride your bike to the
library and read the message I will have left for you by then. It includes
other instructions you will need to follow I don't have time for now. You
will dress for a jog when you go to the library, and from the library you
will ride to the jogging path through the woods."

"But, Mistress, I can check the email from my phone, and the library is a
mile and a half in the opposite direction from my house to the jogging
path."

Jasmine brought her hand down in a hard sharp smack on the girl's mons
making her jump and yip. "Do not interrupt me, slut! I'm well aware of
where you live and where the library and jogging path are. You are doing
this for exercise. You are doing this to build those leg muscles of yours,
and you are doing this so that by next season you'll be able to play a full
soccer game without being exhausted by the start of the second half," her
voice was firm and cool, and she took a breath before continuing in a more
instructive voice. "At 5:30 you will be at the jogging path and you will go
north on it. You will start at exactly 5:30 and you will take the five mile
loop. It will be getting dark by then, so make sure you've packed a head
lamp to light your way. Also I want you to have at least a dozen
clothespins and something small to spank with on you. Do you understand so
far, cunt?"

"Yes, Mistress, and I'm sorry I interrupted and questioned you, it will not
happen again."

"You won't wear a bra and before you get started on your jog, you'll attach
one of the clothespins to each nipple. I'm going to hand you back these
panties in just a moment and you will put them on and wear them for the
rest of the afternoon. About a half mile before you reach the starting
point of your jog, you'll see a red ribbon in a bush next to a small path
through the woods. You will follow the path to a small stream and next to
that stream will be a large flat rock. You will strip naked and lie on the
rock facing the river. Your panties will go in your mouth like a gag. If
you are there before 6:15, you will give yourself ten smacks with the
paddle on your cunt. If you are late, then you will give yourself an extra
smack for each five seconds you're late."

Jasmine was talking fast to try and finish the instructions before the bell
rang and Julie needed to leave to catch her bus. Even as she had the
thought of how close she was to time running out, she handed the girl a wet
wipe from her desk so the girl could clean up a little in the time
remaining. "Only at that point, may you begin to play with yourself. If you
are there before time, you will be allowed to bring yourself off twice; if
not, only once. If you made your time, then you may remove the clothespins
from your nipples, get dressed, finished your jog and go home. If you
didn't make your time, then you will add a clothespin to your lips for
every thirty seconds you are late, then pull on your jogging sweats and
continue on your way. Either way, the panties will stay like a gag in your
mouth until you get home."

Jasmine handed the panties back to her slave and pulled out the memory card
from her desk by its edges and set it down on the desk. "Get dressed and
take this card with you. The instructions on the email will tell you what
else you need to do. For the time being, the only way we will communicate
will be through the email account. It will never be mentioned in the
classroom again, unless I start the conversation specifically by calling
you cunt first. No matter what else I say, you will not mention anything we
have done in the classroom. You will not hint at it. It does not matter if
I hint at it or say something out right. It does not matter if I jack up my
skirt in front of you and start playing with myself, you will not bring up
anything we have done in the classroom. You will act like I am as ignorant
of your sexual life as everyone else. This is not a test you want to fail,
because there will be no second chance given. If I have requested photos,
you will put the memory card on my desk when you come into the room,
quietly and without saying anything, and if there is another card there
waiting you will take that in its place. I know this will only work through
the end of the semester, but I hope to have a better plan by then."

Jasmine looked the girl up and down as she finished getting dressed to make
sure nothing looked suspicious about the girl's appearance and handed her a
breath mint. She looked a little flushed, her smile was a bit brighter than
normal, and there was a glint in the girl's eyes, but Jasmine didn't notice
anything that would have people suspicious of what had transpired.

"I understand, Mistress. I will follow your instructions precisely. I will
do everything in my power to reach your expectations as well,
Mistress. Thank you so much for taking me as your slave," Julie said as she
finished getting ready to leave class and watched as her Mistress, did up
the buttons on her dress and slid on her panties. Her Mistress was a truly
beautiful woman, and she felt amazingly lucky to have been chosen by
her. And the way the woman could talk to her, with such a firm assuredness
and call her those deliciously dirty things, made her want to melt. "You
look extremely gorgeous today, Mistress. I'm sorry I didn't notice
earlier."

"Thank you, slut." Jasmine said as she finished getting herself back
together and the bell rang. "Remember your instructions." She smiled as she
watched the girl's hips swing as she hurried from the classroom. She was
looking forward to a chance to really push the girl to her limits and use
her body, but she didn't know when that chance would come. It wasn't likely
to happen before the end of the semester, as any marks she left might be
noticed while she was in gym class, but that didn't mean there weren't
other things that could be done until then.

Jasmine busied herself as she cleaned up the classroom and gave a liberal
spraying of the air freshener. It was going to be difficult having Julie
alone in the classroom everyday and not being tempted to use the girl in
some way, but she was smarter than that, and if she couldn't resist that
urge, then she had no right trying to pursue the relationship anyways. She
took a look in the mirror she had inside the cabinet door to make sure she
didn't look too disheveled herself and went back to her desk. She needed to
stop by the library that afternoon before 4:30, but it would be a quick
stop, and she'd slacked off a little over break in preparing her lessons
for the next week.

It was almost impossible to focus on the dullness of lesson planning and
Jasmine gave up after an hour and made her way to the library. The
afternoon was quickly cooling, and a few clouds were beginning to move in
overhead as she pulled into the library parking lot. The weather prediction
had said that the rain wouldn't start until after 8 that evening, but she
had a feeling the storm was going to move in earlier, which could make
things interesting for her dear slave that evening.

She grabbed her special laptop and a couple of books she needed to return
and made her way into the warm inviting library. She loved libraries, and
had spent more than her share of time in this one. She'd often found that
when she needed to get work done, and working at home was proving too
difficult because she didn't want to work and the distractions of home were
right there, the library was the perfect place to for a retreat. A quiet
workroom that would have struck a monk as being austere gave the mind
little to focus on but what she needed to get accomplished.

The books were discarded in the slot for returns, and Jasmine made a quick
stop by the holds section to pick up a book she'd been waiting on before
making her way to one of the workrooms. The laptop quickly booted up and
Jasmine opened up a Word document and her Mozilla. She'd taken the time
before to write the email, but had waited before posting it in case she had
a sudden rash of common sense, or for whatever reason Julie had decided
against things. Gmail came up and Jasmine typed in slavejulie4u and
dirtyslut16 into their boxes opening the account. She started a new message
putting "Congratulations" into the subject line and then opened the waiting
Word file, and quickly read through it one last time.

Congratulations, my dear slave on passing all of your tests and proving
yourself worthy of being my slave. I cannot tell you how pleased I am that
you want to be my slave and I look forward into pushing you and using you
in so many, many different ways. I know for the time being, it will be
difficult for us to have much direct contact, but that doesn't mean you are
not my slave and your body doesn't belong to me. You will do as you are
instructed and you will always do all that you can to make sure you fulfill
those instructions. I will enjoy pushing you to your limits and then past
them, and only regret what cannot be done at this time.

When you are alone, you should always think of yourself as my slave. As my
slave, you should be naked, and unless doing a task which requires you to
stand, you should be on your hands and knees. When you eat, you should do
so from bowls on the floor. And when you sleep, you should do so on a
blanket and pillow on the floor. When you are not alone, I expect you to
express better sense than to do these things and possibly putting yourself
in a position where you might have to answer questions you cannot answer.

When you get home tonight, slave, you will make me three videos. The first
of the videos will be of you eating your dinner from your bowls. I want to
know what my little slut looks like down on her hands and knees on the
kitchen floor eating from her bowls and lapping up her milk like a
kitten. The second video will be a striptease. I have seen you naked, and
I've seen pictures as you've disrobed, but now I want to see you do your
best to seduce me as you undress and expose your body to me. If you do
well, you will be rewarded. If you don't, then you'll be punished and have
to do it again and again until you get it right. The third video will be a
video of you playing with yourself. You will play with yourself to orgasm
and you will choose to do it in a place that you've never done it in your
house before. I know you are uncomfortable with ass play, slut, and we are
going to start fixing that now. When you are making the video of you
playing with your cunt, you will find a large sharpie to shove into your
asshole. You will put it in at the start of the video and will not touch
yourself otherwise until it is in. You may use lube, but you will start
getting your ass ready for my use. I promise you, slave, the same night I
take your virgin cunt for the first time, I will take your asshole as well,
and the strap-on I will use is not small. This is your chance to prepare
yourself for what is to come.

To help you with that preparation, you will spend at least an hour a day
with the sharpie in your ass until not only are you comfortable with it,
but desire something in your asshole. You will not just lie on your bed
with the sharpie in place either. You will put it in and then go about
whatever you need to do. The image of you crawling about doing your chores
or homework as your ass is violated, is quite delightful.

In the future you will do self-bondage videos for me. I suggest you look
into making sure you have proper supplies on hand and have studied the
necessary techniques, so when you are asked, you will not disappoint me. I
know you have used zip-ties in the past, but they are tacky, and leave
marks. This might be acceptable to begin with, but I will expect more in
the future.

Remember, slave, your body belongs to me. You will keep it in shape and do
all you can to make sure that it is a body that I would be proud to be seen
owning. I have no complaints about your dress, or beauty at this time, and
I hope you never give me reason to. You will always do your best to look
your best, and act your best. Whether the world knows it or not, you belong
to me and your appearance and attitude reflect upon me. Do not do anything
that puts you, and be extension me, in a bad light. It is also though me
that all pleasure and pain comes. If I order you to punish yourself, you
will do so as firmly as you can. If I don't order you to pleasure yourself,
you won't. Your cunt, your ass, your tits and the rest of your body belong
to me, and if you think you can give yourself pleasure without me finding
out, you're wrong and will be punished. If you break my rules, you will be
punished. If you break them too often, you will find yourself without a
Mistress.

Your mind is as important as your body. I expect you to keep your grades
high and a grade point average below 3.5 will get you punished. You will
not watch TV, get on your computer and look at porn, or write in your
notebooks until your homework is not only completed, but you are as sure as
you can that your answers are correct and your work is complete. You will
watch the news daily, and you will read it online as well. I expect my
slave to be educated and well-informed about the world around her.

I know you are being asked to do a great deal, but I would not push you to
do such things if I did not think you could accomplish them. Planning is
important, and the activities you are expected to do will help you develop
those skills as well. If you find it difficult to fit all the things you
need to do into your day, I'm sure there are people around you that can
help you better define a study and workout schedule. You are too capable to
let your tasks and obligations overwhelm you. I have faith in your
abilities and you will be rewarded for achieving the goals that have been
set for you.

There is much more I want to say to you, but much of it can wait, as you
have already been given a great deal to take in and adjust your life to
fit. I wish to remind you, that you are not my play partner. It is not that
you are not all that a Mistress could ask for in a slave, but as our
relationship lacks certain things, I will find them elsewhere. This will
also give me opportunities to experiment with new ideas and things before
trying them with you. If you have a problem with this, then please let me
know. I expect you to be open and honest with me, so we can best avoid
problems. Conversely, if you find someone you have an interest in outside
of me, I expect to be informed of it. I will not keep you from an
opportunity, but I need to know so I can plan your assignments
carefully. If I ever cross a line that you find yourself unable to cross,
or I give you an assignment that hits a limit you didn't know you had, or
something internally or externally keeps you from completing an assignment,
you will let me know as soon as possible and explain what happened. You
will not be punished for things that were beyond your control or your
limits, but may be punished for not informing me or lying to me.

You have your lists of tasks for this evening, and it is time for you to
get started on those tasks. I expect great things from you, slave, do not
fail me and I will reward you with delightful pleasures and exquisite
aches.

Love,

	Your Mistress

Jasmine finished reading over the letter and cut and pasted it into the
email before saving the draft and logging out. She closed down the laptop
and made her way for the exit stopping only long enough to check out her
book.

She got home ten minutes later and quickly changed into her jogging
clothes. It was getting late in the season, and most but the most ardent
joggers had stopped using or were about to stop using the trail for the
winter. Another week or two at most and it would be snowy and icy and all
but the truly dedicated would have abandoned the path for treadmills at the
gym or the track at the high school. Once the snow hit, even Jasmine moved
her jogging elsewhere. The last thing she needed was to slip on ice
somewhere on the path and break or sprain something. It was getting cold
and dark, but that wouldn't stop her and Jasmine stretched before making
her way out her backyard and over the path through the woods.

Under the trees, it was dark enough that Jasmine needed the headlamp she
had put on and the beam of blue-white light guided her path through the
woods. She checked to make sure the path to the rock was clear and even
before she began her jog, she attached a ribbon to the bush next to the
path. It was as much for her benefit as for Julie's. More than once when
she'd gone jogging the dying light, she'd missed the small trail and had to
double back to find it. She pushed herself at a fast pace as she made the
jog. With no one to stay next to, Jasmine felt free to push herself down
the path. It felt glorious to run and the crisp cold air burned her lungs
as she kept her breathing steady putting one foot in front of another at a
ground eating pace. For the most part she was in better shape than she had
been in college, but she had lost a step in her speed. Keeping up the kind
of speed and sprinting ability she had had then, was more difficult than
keeping up muscle tone. She rarely regretted the slight loss of speed, but
it was a little disappointing to know that even if she pushed herself as
hard as she could, she would likely never get the same five mile run time
she could have just out of college.

Jasmine approached the end of her run, and for a brief moment considered
going for another lap of the three mile course to see if she could do it,
but she had too much to prepare for and it was going to be difficult enough
as it got darker, and the rain continued to threaten an early start.

She made her way back along the trail and into her backyard and took a
moment to envision the hot tub that would be there in a few days. Harrison
would be over when the person came for the consult on installation, and she
knew he would need to do both electrical and carpentry work to adapt the
deck, which he would take full payment for if she had to give the check
directly to Sharon.

The house felt almost too warm as she entered from the cooling night, and
she stripped off her sweatshirt before she acclimated to it in the warm
house. She had dug out the video camera the night before and charged the
battery. It was a few years old, which was amazing considering William's
compulsion to replace his gadgets the second something better came along,
but they had never used it much, so replacing it had never been a
priority. Most importantly it was water resistant and had was able to film
at night with better quality than most cameras. Jasmine had tried it out
the night before to see how clean of video it could get in near dark and
was quite impressed. She had her place picked out just on the far side of
the stream in the woods, which would give her a perfect view of Julie, but
keep Julie from seeing her.

Jasmine could feel her excitement grow as she imagined the girl on the rock
naked lewdly putting her body on display. She was full of nervous energy
and time to kill before she needed to start setting up. Food preparation
gave her a distraction and Jasmine set about preparing something to eat
when she got back from her quest back into the woods.

Chicken cordon bleu was one of her favorites and she pounded out the
chicken as she determinedly put her focus anywhere but on the clock. She
managed to get the chicken stuffed, breaded and into the pan with the
vegetables before looking at the clock more than a little relieved to see
that it was nearly time to make her way back into the woods. With the oven
set to start and stop when she wanted it to, she cleaned up her mess and
got her things together.

Jasmine picked up the ben-wa balls in her hands and smiled as she pulled
off her jogging pants and panties. She had thought about tossing them in
before her jog, but she'd decided to wait and save her stimulation for when
Julie had hers. Next, she slid on a butterfly vibrator fit between her lips
and pressed perfect against her clit. Her clothes went back on and the
remote for the vibrator clipped to her waistband, before gathering up the
recording supplies and her headlamp and making her way once again out her
back door.

The woods were extremely dark as she made her way down the path, and if she
hadn't have planned where to set up the day before in the light, she would
have never have found the mark for the tripod. It took a few quick
adjustments of height, but in the end Jasmine had a perfect view of where
Julie would be laying down.

She picked her way back to the path and to the rock before climbing on top
of it and reaching for one of the low hanging branches of the pine trees
that pressed in on the small clearing. The remote microphone was
directional, and Jasmine hoped the branch was positioned well enough to
catch the girl's every moan as she pleasured herself below. The tree was
the closest she could get it without it being obvious and hopefully was
close enough to keep wind and background noise to a minimum. William would
have known how to edit those things out, but she wasn't sure, so she had to
hope for the best.

With a check of her watch Jasmine grabbed the camera and jogged down the
path stopping just short of where it opened up into the parking lot and
clicked off her headlamp. She turned the camera on and flipped it over to
night-vision and watched as it lit up with a green and white glow. Five
minutes later Jasmine watched Julie pull into the empty parking lot on her
bicycle and lock it up to the bike rack. Her headlamp was already on her
head and Jasmine imagined she'd needed the light to help keep her safe as
she rode down the dark streets.

Jasmine hit the record button as the girl climbed off her bike and made her
way to the path. The clock on the camera read 5:28 and Jasmine watched as
Julie tentatively looked around the empty park area before pulling her
backpack off and digging into one of the side pockets. Jasmine zoomed the
camera in as much as she could and she watched on the green screen as Julie
pulled up her top and attached a clothespin to each of her nipples. She
could just hear the hissed intake of breath as the second clothespin was
secured into place and the shirt was carefully lowered down and the
backpack was slipped back on. Jasmine was glad to see Julie had been smart
in how she'd dressed for the jog in warm jogging pants and a sweatshirt and
she wondered exactly what all the girl had in the backpack that looked too
full to just be holding the other things Jasmine had told her to bring.

The clock on the camera switched to 5:30 and Jasmine heard a distant
beeping from Julie's direction. The girl looked down at her watched, pushed
a button and began her jog up the trail. Jasmine shuddered in delicious
anticipation and clicked the stop button on the camera. She considered for
a moment jogging after the girl to make sure nothing happened to her. She
could take the shorter three mile route to get in front of her, but that
would make getting back to hide in time difficult and she didn't want to
give Julie any clue if she was being watched or if this was all being done
in trust.

Jasmine compromised with herself and took off in a slow jog down the path
following Julie. The longer loop started only about a half mile down the
path, and Jasmine did want to make certain her slave wasn't cutting any
corners. She watched the path through the green glow of the camera's
display screen and kept her ears open for the sound of jogging feet in
front of her. She was nearly to the branch in the path when she heard the
sound of jogging feet in front of her and slowed down to a quick and quiet
walk.

Julie was maybe a hundred yards in front of her and Jasmine could just see
the bobbing of her headlamp through the trees as the path curved. Jasmine
slowed her pace more and made her way to the curve of the path as it went
into a small decline before splitting in two directions. She would be able
to watch Julie's light from there and see which way it went. The light went
to the left when it hit the fork and Jasmine smiled proudly. She looked at
her watch and noted Julie would have to pick up her pace if she was going
to make it in the set time. Jasmine sorely doubted that Julie would make
it. She'd lacked the endurance to stay steadily on the field for more than
a half and the jog was going push her harder than she was pushed on the
soccer field. She was on pace for a nine minute mile, but Jasmine figured
she should have been pushing for a seven or eight minute mile this early in
the jog to make up for slow down later. She shrugged, no matter what
happened, she would get quite the show. Jasmine turned and started jogging
back towards her hide and smiled. She turned on the butterfly and shivered
as the first delicious buzz went through her body, and smiled.

It was just after 6:20 and Jasmine was getting impatient and a little
worried. She had expected Julie to take a minute or two extra to finish the
job, but not more than that. At five minutes, after the expected time,
Julie was either going considerably slower than she should have been, or
she was hurt. She would give the girl another five minutes before going to
explore. The light buzz of the butterfly had her on the edge of pleasure
and every time she shifted her body, she felt the balls inside of her shift
deliciously. She was not going to be happy if she had to delay her orgasm
to take care of an injured girl.

The light from a headlamp broke into the clearing a minute later followed
by the noise of someone carefully picking their way down the path and a
moment later Julie broke into the clearing, heaving heavily and weak on her
legs. Jasmine hit record on the camera just as the girl, hit a button on
her watch stopping her time.

Julie let the backpack slip from her shoulders as she leaned against the
rock gasping for breath. She knew she should have been able to make the jog
quicker, but she'd waited too long at the library before leaving and the
rushed sprint on her bike to get to the park on time had left her a bit
more winded and tired than she had expected. She'd also forgotten her water
bottle and she'd started to cramp some as she'd entered the last mile or so
of the jog. It wasn't an excuse though and she knew her Mistress wouldn't
have listened to it had she even tried.

She wondered exactly where her Mistress was anyways. She hadn't seen or
heard her anywhere along the path, and she had expected to see her once she
had arrived at the clearing. She was alone though, and she wondered if
maybe her Mistress had left since she had been so late. Instructions were
instructions though, and she was going to follow them as best and as she
could.

The night was cold as she began to strip off her clothes and the first drop
of rain landed on her chest just as she exposed it. She took off her shoes
and socks next followed by her pants. Her nipples ached as she bent over
and she knew the aches were only going to get worse before she left the
clearing. She had no idea how she was going to ride her bike home, but she
would have to find a way.

She reached into her backpack and pulled out a blanket spreading it over
the rock. It hadn't been part of her instructions, but she hoped her
Mistress wouldn't mind and it would keep her from getting cold any faster
than she already was. Her clothes went into her bag, and she zipped it up
before slowly pulling her panties down her legs.

The crotch was soaking wet. Between the jog and her arousal she knew the
taste would be strong and she folded them up making sure the wet interior
of the crotch was facing down before opening her mouth and shoving them in,
the crotch pressing against her tongue. She savored her own strong flavor
in her mouth and hoped her Mistress was somewhere out there watching as she
climbed onto the rock grasping the hairbrush in one hand. Eighty-eight
swats. That's what she needed to give her cunt before she could even begin
to play with it. She had never given herself that many in an afternoon, and
she knew she was going to be aching before it was over. She also knew that
if she didn't give them hard enough, she was going to be in trouble she was
being watched. There would also be problems if she lost count and went
under and over. The rain was starting to fall and more rain drops were
pelting her skin as she laid back and spread her legs lewdly. Delaying
would only make it worse and Julie brought back the brush for the first
swat.

The first slap of plastic on skin rang out into the empty night air and
Jasmine smiled as she heard the muffled moan. She'd plugged her ear buds
into the camera to hear the sound clearer and she could hear her slave's
gasp through the gag clearly over the microphone. The second strike
followed quickly as well as a second groan and Jasmine turned up the speed
on the butterfly as she felt that low turning inside of arousal. She
wondered how Julie would manage the huge number of spanks she had earned
for being late and knew that the girl would be aching the next day. She
couldn't wait to see the videos the girl made her that night when she would
get to see results in clear crisp color and up close.

The spanking went on for over ten minutes and by the end Julie seemed
reduced to little more than sobs through her gag, It was taking all she
could to keep count of the strikes and she had to fight her body to keep
her legs open and to bring down the brush as firmly as her Mistress
would. Yet through it all, she still felt that fire burning inside her. It
was humiliating, cold, and painful to be lying on that rock exposed to the
night, and she knew any or all of that should probably turn her off. It
probably should have had her angry and upset before tearing the clothespins
off her numbed nipples getting dressed and going home, but instead it only
had her more excited. Her clit ached so badly it was going to hurt to touch
for days to come, but it wasn't going to take much touching for her to
explode in pleasure in that dark isolated clearing.

She steeled herself for the last swat with the hairbrush and switched arms
for the final strike. Her right arm had started to grow heavy and unable to
hit as hard as she had earlier, and she knew she should definitely make the
last swat count. She brought the brush down with all the force she could
manage and the swat landed perfectly on her already abused and surely
bruised pussy, and she screamed into her gag as tears ran down her face and
rain pelted at her body. Now it was time for her reward.

Jasmine came in a shuddering orgasm as she bit heavily down on her lip
trying to be quiet as the final swat landed on her slave's abused cunt. The
girl had been unforgiving with each of her swats and Jasmine had marveled
at the girl's control to keep her legs spread through the entire thing. The
tears on her face had been clear and Jasmine had zoomed in on those for a
few of the spanks in the middle to capture the beauty of the tortured
girl's face. She'd had the butterfly buzzing on high for the second half of
the spanking as she'd felt her own orgasm growing keeping herself just on
edge as she'd watched the spectacle in front of her, and the final swat had
been enough to push her over the edge on waves of pleasure of her own. She
couldn't wait to get back to the house and watch the show again on the TV
as she pounded one of her large vibrators in and out of her pussy. The show
wasn't over though, and Jasmine watched as the brush was put to the side
and the girl let her hands run over her rain spattered body.

It took her several minutes to get her body back under control as the
throbbing pain spread through her body. She had never hurt quite so much,
and at the same time she'd never been as horny. Her body ached and was
cold, but she started slowly as she let her fingers trace over her body and
the touch of her fingers was a wondrous caresses on her numbing skin. She
flicked at the clothespins on her nipples sending sharp jolts of pain
through her, but they helped distract her from the ache in her crotch which
she needed to wait to ease a little before she could think about touching
it.

She dragged the moment out as long as she could, touching and teasing the
rest of her body, her fingers trailing over her stomach, sides, and inner
thighs as her crotch numbed enough she could touch it. The first flick of
her fingers over the bruised skin, was a screaming combination of pleasure
and pain, and each touch brought the harsh combination that made her both
shiver and ache. Each touch though, turned more and more towards pleasure
and Julie could feel her orgasm getting ready to explode from her body.

She held it off as long as she could. It was the first time she'd cum in
weeks and she'd pushed her body to the edge so often in that time, it was
almost reflex to hold back and deny herself. It was show time though, and
she wanted to give her hopefully watching Mistress a show.

One moment, she was on the edge, and the next she was crashing over. Julie
screamed into her gag in a long wailing moan as her body exploded in waves
of pleasure. She felt like she'd been hit by a Taser as her body shook and
spasmmed uncontrollably. She felt her eyes roll back in her head as her
body bucked and shook on the rock and untold repressed orgasms all clawed
their way out at once. She wasn't sure if she squirted or pissed herself as
her body flailed and the screams and moans filled the clearing even through
her gag. Her vision was an explosion of white hot lights and colors and she
was sure the rain hitting her body had to be steaming away, she felt so
hot. The moment went on and on as the pleasure rocketed through her
continuing to burst inside her like a nova.

Julie enjoyed a long moment of post-orgasmic floating as sensation slowly
returned to her body. The trembling of orgasm had begun to turn into
trembling from cold and her body ached from it, the jogging, and the
spanking. She had more to do though, and slowly she began to move her heavy
limbs to complete her task for her Mistress.  Her legs felt like rubber as
she slid off the rock to her feet and for a brief moment she felt like she
was about to fall on her ass before regaining her balance and moving to her
bag. She whimpered at the pile of waiting clothespins in the bags middle
pocket and couldn't imagine trying to walk, much less ride her bike home
with them attached to her lips. She had let down her Mistress though and
been slow on her jog, and needed to be punished, so, she pulled out the
first clothespin and attached it to her abused lip with a squeal of agony.

Jasmine watched quietly from the woods as she bit her lip trying to keep
quiet. She had orgasmed herself when her slave had exploded in the massive
orgasm and for a moment she'd been worried that the girl had hurt herself
with all her flailing and then not moving for nearly five minutes after her
orgasm finally subsided. She'd been ready to move out and help the girl,
when she came out of her trance and began to move again. Now, the slave was
beginning to attach the clothespins to her lips and her whimpers were being
nicely picked up by the microphone. She'd thought about zooming in for a
close in view as the clamps were attached, but the view of the slave's face
was even more priceless and Jasmine couldn't resist capturing the pained,
tortured look that crossed her slave's face.

She wondered if Julie had brought enough clothespins, but one after another
she pulled them out of the bag and attached them to her already abused and
swollen lips without fail. She zoomed in at one point as the slave leaned
down to get another one and counted twelve on her lips to that point and
they were covered completely on both sides. Jasmine held her breath, as she
wondered if the slave would actually attach the final one to her clit. She
kept the camera zoomed in as the slave's trembling hands moved closer to
the already full lips. The camera showed as one hand carefully spread the
already covered lips exposing the swollen clit. There was only a small last
moment of hesitation before the clip was closed over the swollen nub, which
was quickly followed by a piercing muffled wail. Jasmine, nearly came at
the sound of the high muffled note as she zoomed out the screen and watched
as the girl struggled to keep her feet, one arm firmly planted against the
rock for balance.

Once again, she found herself tempted to go to the girl and help, wondering
if maybe she'd pushed her past her limits, but the girl regained a little
of her composure after another moment and began to dig in her bag for her
clothes. The sweatshirt went on first covering the still clamped nipples
and Jasmine wondered how badly they were going to ache when they were
finally removed and wished she'd told her slave to make a video of the
removal process. The pants went on next and she watched at the girl very
carefully pulled up the loose fitting pants wearing them just a tiny bit
low on her hips to give her a little extra crotch space.

The girl's every movement was slow, careful, and precise and Jasmine stood
mesmerized as she carefully moved to get her shoes and socks on and
refolded the blanket to go in the bag. Jasmine could see the girl was
shivering and hoped she had the sense to take a shower and warm up first
thing after getting home and removing the clamps. She couldn't wait to get
in and warm up with a hot cup of cocoa and watch the video again as she
used a large vibrator to bring herself off at least a couple more times.

As the girl left the clearing, Jasmine stopped the camera's recording and
released the camera from its tripod. On silent feet she followed after the
girl a few minutes later, once again using the green screen of the camera
to light her way. She wanted to make sure the girl got home safely and be
there just in case something unpredictable happened.

Jasmine stayed just far enough back that she wouldn't be easily scene if
Julie decided to turn her head. They moved at the pace of a slow walk and
as she reached the edge of the woods the ringed the park where the path
started, Jasmine watched as Julie made her way to her bike and unlocked
it. She watched as the girl squatted down carefully next to the front tire
of the bike and did something, but Jasmine couldn't quite tell what, before
standing up again carefully and began walking the bike home.

It took her a moment to realize that the girl had let air out of her front
tire making it appear flat. If someone did stop and ask why she was walking
the bike, she would have a built in excuse, it might not explain why she
had panties in her mouth, but Jasmine guessed the girl had figured out
something for that as well. She also wondered why the girl had been riding
what was clearly a boy's bike that was too big for her. She let the girl
get a larger lead, before stepping out of the woods and following at a
discrete distance. It was only a half mile to the girl's house, but Jasmine
was going to make sure it was a safe half mile.

The walk was painfully slow, and Jasmine found herself very exposed as she
tried to keep a casual distance behind the girl without looking like it to
anyone watching out their windows or diving past. She kept the girl just
barely in her sight as she walked with her own headlamp off the and the
camera closed, and prayed the street would stay quiet for a few minutes
longer until the girl reached her goal.

Jasmine stayed hidden around a corner as the girl walked the last block
home and watched anxiously as the now distant figure opened a gate into the
backyard and rolled her bike in. She stood watching for a couple of minutes
longer, until she saw lights flicker on inside the house and let out a
breath she'd been holding. Her slave had made it home safe and without
incident. It was time she did the same and she turned back towards the park
and began a slow steady jog in the light drizzle of rain.