Samantha walks into the house, moving from heel to toe. She promises to do her best not to bounce as her hair cascades down her back. The rubber tray on her head keeps her upright and focused as she makes tea or cleans items.
With her eyes peering on so as not to challenge any dominants forcefully and move with elegance, it seems impossible. She loves to bounce in and out of a room with cheerleaders' energy filling a space. But not here; sometimes, there is no way she can enter and perform a task without it. Lett that makes her scream in disgust: Samantha, everything in life is sunshine and rainbows.
There is a moment of pause as Marc receives a call from Cynthia this morning. While Samantha had never met Marc's daughter, she heard Cindy was a real hellion growing up. Cindy was so special to him, always causing trouble or needing to be bailed out of one mess, as he brought her a measure of peace. But still, the moment his daughter needs him, he stops everything to go to her.
So she must perform a task. She is busy working, gets bored, and tries to beak to come. Padding through the house, she tries to maintain her composure, thinking about how to make Marc proud. How can we make him never regret giving her a chance? As they turn in the door, she moves quickly forward like a puppy of boundless energy. As she reaches the front door, so quickly, ass her lips as the rubber tray platters to the ground, "Jasmine!"
"Shhh, sh sh sh," Jasmine says as she moves into the front hallways and closes the door behind her. Samantha uses this scamming anger as she looks and sees the bruise on her face.
"Are you held tighten a hushed whisper? I'm unsure why she is whispering, as Marc isn't here, but Jasmine tried to push her. Samantha feels Jasmine's e, yes, move up and down over her naked body, inspect-worthless shaved waxed body.
"Hmph, already taking my place, huh?"
"It's not like that. You know it. He still thinks you are going to come back!" Samantha explains.
"Sure, he does. Aloe, and moved into the Master bedroom? A too who asks as she pushes past me, Samantha, realizing how obstinate Jas is. She already told Marc she promised to give her stuff away, yet she is here.
Samantha grasps Jasmine's wrist as she moves by, "Wait one moment."
"Excuse me?" Jasmine turns to her after dragging Sam half a step behind her.
"WAIT!" Samantha yells more forcefully than she intends to, "Do I need to call the cops?"
"Because I am breaking in?" Jasmine asks incredulously.
"No, and you know it. It's your face, the bruises on your arm. Did someone beat you up?" Sam asks, genuinely concerned as she grows angry at the sound of Ja mine's laughter.
"No, I met a man last night."
"Did you call last night?"
"No,.." Jasmine says as she feels Samantha grasp her wrist.
"Why not?"
"Does Marc hit you?" Jasmine asks, suddenly serious. Samantha blushed as her hands moved to her ass at the question, knowing that Marc had threatened her with the belt this morning.
"Not spank you, that doesn't count. Does he hit you?" Jasmine corrects herself.
"No, he doesn't."
"Does he ever make you feel worthless?"
"No, of course not. But my ex did. It was terrible."
"Sam, I love it. I don't think it is terrible. I love to earn absolutely everything I have. To be worthless unless I prove my value. To give me a reason to be scared to do the wrong thing. He promised me if I left you alone to get wasted, he would cane me. Then, when he saw how helpless you were, did he whip me? Did he teach me the lesson? Of course not. I can't trust him to do what needs to be done. I can't trust him to break me over and over again until I feel like I am nothing but a worm to crawl back to him. She needs to know her place is nothing. He doesn't have that harshness inside of him to make me do anything. He would be perfect if I am willing to submit, but he cannot force it out of me."
Sam sighed as everything she loved about Marc seemed to upset Jasmine about him. "No, he wouldn't; he is too nurturing for that."
"Exactly; I need to feel worthless and can't get that here."
"You don't want that. Not really, Jas; my ex did this often. I used to fight at the amateur level and almost went pro before my ex made me. But still, I got beaten down so much that I never felt worth anything. I let a man I could have easily killed put me in the hospital time and time again because I fucked up. O did wrong, and he was the only one who could ever love me."
Jasmine scoffs, "I would never let it get that far."
"How would you stop it?" Samantha laughs.
"I would use my safe word."
"That might work in a club. But do you think a man who thinks of you as nothing would stop because you said anything?"
"I don't have time for this, Samantha. I just don't want to be with Marc because he is worthless," Jasmine says, her eyes widening in shock as Samantha slaps her face. Excuse me?"
"Do NOT speak of him like that!" Samantha says, surprised by the anger that welled inside of her. He isn't worthless; he might not feed Jasmine's kink, but he still rescued her from living on the street when she lost her job. It wasn't Marc who started the relationship but her; she couldn't accept his help and made him a villain for it.
"Oh? Suddenly, you care how I speak of him?"
"Why are you here, Jasmine?"
"To come get my things..."
"I saw your text telling him it is his and donate the rest to charity."
"Did he?"
"No, as I said, he thinks you are coming back."
"So, let me get my things, and then I will be out of your hair."
"Apologize for calling him worthless first," Samantha says, bustling with anger. She is surprised at how annoyed she is by Jasmine's words. No one has ever made her feel so important, never.
"He is worthless something to you, obviously," Jasmine turns and walks down the hall.
With speed and agility, Samantha moves forward, crouching down low to grab Jasmine's legs. As Sam pushes up with her powerful calves and thighs, she slams Jasmine to the floor, knocking the wind out of her. Moving quickly, Sam moves across Jasmine's body as Jas ineffectively slaps and tries to hit Samantha's soft-toned frame.
Twisting her body around Jasmine's arm, Samantha grips her wrist tightly, pulling it back while applying pressure with her legs. Jasmine continues to fight back ineffectively but does not try to tap out to submit to move by tapping out. Groaning as she realizes her opponent doesn't know the procedure, Samantha releases Jasmine's arm, refusing to break it.
"Weakling," Jasmine says, coughing as she scrambles.
"Pity and weakness are not the same thing, Jas..." Samantha says, realizing how broken Jasmine is. She would rather be broken down than give into a situation. Samantha finally understands why Marc feared going too far with her.
"To me, they are..." Jasmine admits.
"If I get you to surrender, you promise to submit?"
Jasmine laughs, "I would never submit to you willingly."
"Then I will have to do it against your will. But when you submit, you must provide a service and obey a command."
"I will never submit. But if you can get me to, I will even call your Mistress," Jasmine laughs.
"Deal..."
"What if I win?" Jasmine counters.
"I will give you anything you want..."
"Even kick you out of my house?"
"This isn't your house, but yes. I will give you anything you want. Deal?"
"Deal," Jasmine says with a menacing grin as she charges towards Samantha.
Twisting her body around Jasmine's right leg, Samantha strikes Jasmine with her heel across the right side of her body, just above her stomach but below her ribs. In an instant of excruciating pain, Jasmine yells and collapses to the floor. Taking her time, Samantha steps forward, dropping her ankles across Jasmine's upper arms, her knees on the inside of her elbows as she sits her bare ass upon Jasmine's chest.
"I told you I was an amateur fighter about to turn pro. Why in the world would you ever fight me?"
"Because you could never fight your ex," Jasmine says, coughing violently.
"I never loved myself. But today, I am defending someone I love," Samantha answers without thinking.
"You love Marc?" Jasmine asks.
"Yes, Jas, I do. Will you submit now?"
"Never..."
Samantha sighed as she genuinely hated how disobedient and obstinate Jasmine was. Leaning forward, she moved her body so she was barely hovering her hips over Jas's face, using her forward momentum to apply an extreme amount of pressure against the inside of Jas's palms. Digging her nails into the flesh, no matter how hard she began to thrash, call out, or cry, Samantha kept the pressure until she heard the word she was waiting for.
"Mistress," Jasmine calls out in pain as she begins to hiccup.
"Apologize, slave." Samantha hears herself saying the baker, for what Jas called Marc, is getting the best of her.
"I am sorry, Mistress."
Samantha twists the bails into the pressure point, digging deeper, demanding, "Sorry for what?"
"I am sorry for saying Marc is worthless, Mistress."
"I forgive you, but never say it again, understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine answers, panting.
"Your command is to give up your keys to this house and never come in without permission. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine says as Samantha notices her breathing less shallow.
"You are in our care when you are here. But I will never allow you to put him down again. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss. Mistress?"
"Yes, slave?" Samantha asks.
"Can I get up now?"
"Not until you service your Mistress," Samantha says, lowering her la down to Jasmine's face, feeling her tongue meeting her lips.
Samantha moans as Jasmine's tongue encircles the outside of her labia lips. Pulling the tongue one way to the next, her tongue traces over her lips anytime she wishes to change directions. As a moan escapes Samantha's soul, she feels Jasmine's hunger to serve as her mouth suckles at Sam's clinic. Pulling the lips into her mouth as her tongue licks the outside of the lips.
Samantha moans deeply, knowing she must confess this to Marc. He had forbidden her from leaving the house, touching a toy, or touching herself without permission. This violated none of the laws, but he is sure he never imagined this. Feeling the tongue of a woman who knows how to please is unlike anything she has ever felt.
The splitting of the labia lips where one side is suckled into her mouth while the other is teased with her tongue. The movement was confusing and rhythmic, taunting and taking her mind away. She cannot think that even as she forces Jasmine to submit, Samantha is captivated by her.
Samantha's his rock in quiet protest as she feels the need to suck Marc's cock. Still wish for a chance to serve him and make him feel significant. As her left hand grasps her breast, she places her right middle and ring finger in her mouth as she closes her eyes. Imagining herself serving her owner as her cunt is teased and handled by an expert.
If Samantha gave him everything, would Marc allow her to keep Jazmine as her own? Her body convulses with a powerful need as Jasmine's tongue and mouth bring her to the brink of happiness before she stops and slows the pace, teasing the Mistress once more. Samantha feels her body slick with sweat as Jasmine rakes her on a magical dance, blending dominance and submission, knowing she could never honestly claim her as a monster. Hoping and praying what she offers is enough.
Suddenly, the intensity spikes without warning, and Samantha feels her body losing control. Samantha's mind goes blank as she releases her hand from her mouth, falling forward. Her body clenches and pulses with a hidden energy as she is close to passing out. The sensations are overwhelming as Samantha loses all sense of self. Her mind vanishes in waves of pleasure, and her hips instinctively move on the ground, and she momentarily loses consciousness in a puddle of pleasure.
CHAPTER 8
Jasmine feels her skin flush as she feels the cool breeze of the air conditioner kisses her naked flesh. The feeling of her stomach tightening as it squeezes bile in her throat. Swallowing back her pride is one of the hardest things to do now. For the first time in her life, a woman has taken control.
As Jas looks into the corner of Marc's office, she can't help but feel like an errant child. Her legs are shoulder-length apart, her hips bent slightly, and her hands are in her hair, replaying a memory of her youth. When Samantha took her keys through her victory, she demanded something more.
When Jas tried to leave, she saw the look in Sam's eyes. The intensity of Sam's presence left an almost subconscious need for Jas to serve her Mistress. Turning the thought in her mind as Mistress is a word she thought she would never use. Her attitude and swagger have kept all but the most intimidating clear of her.
Moving her hips gently, dipping them from side to side, she remembers the powerful stranger at the club. The hunger and pure power in his grasp touched her fight, flight, freeze, or fawn responses. His absolute authority made her body tremble, knowing nothing held him back. He would do anything to make her submit, which was highly attractive and something she had never experienced before. A man who could do anything to her.
The second most aroused she had ever been was beneath her Mistress sucking and licking her labia. Forced to serve her betters as a symbolic gesture of her place. Her first sexual act with a woman was one of complete submission. The only way it would happen was completed by a fawn who became a lioness.
"Mistress?" Jasmine asks if the word is still foreign in her mouth.
"Yes?" Samantha responds.
Jasmine also glances at Samantha and sees her standing haphazardly in the corner. Her body is still naked, as her Master commanded. Uncertain of her actions, Sam insists on waiting for Marc to arrive. No matter how Jas protests, her Mistress hears none of it, which is a decided matter.
"Do you even know how to lead?"
"Excuse me?"
Jas feels her throat tighten as she tries to swallow as her mouth runs dry, "Mistress, do you know how to dominate someone?"
"I know how to dominate you," Sam responds coldly.
The announcement shocked Jasmine, who turned the corner and saw Samantha standing nearby. A cold shiver ran through her body as she realized she had been caught out of position. She wanted to say something but was unsure what to say about her announcement. Jas felt frozen in time.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," Sam commands.
A perplexed look crosses her face, but Jas has no choice but to comply. Opening her mouth slightly, she sticks out her tongue towards her Mistress. Yelping in an instant as it is grasped, Sam's thumbnail digs into her tongue. As Jasmine's eyes immediately begin to water, she looks to her Mistress, almost panicking, feeling her tongue begin to twist in her mouth.
"Never, never refuse to call me Mistress or challenge my authority is this clear, slave?" Samantha asks coldly.
Jas nods her head quickly as a tear slips from her eyes.
"Say it!"
"Yesh...mis..tress."
"Good, slave," Samantha says as Jasmine feels her tongue released. An instant reprieve ends with a quick smack of her ass as Sam's hand strikes her with the force of bouncing up her ass as she doesn't swing into her but above her.
Screeching in horror, Jasmine's hands rub her ass furiously as the pain sinks in. The realization that Samantha isn't holding back with the spank connecting directly with her, but the reflection carries the momentum, which means it can be much worse if Jas doesn't behave.
Gasping, Jasmine is forced to the side to face the corner, losing balance, and her hands come up to stop her fall. The second and third strikes against the back of Jasmine's thighs send currents of electricity through her body. Feeling her ass suddenly grasped as her Mistress walks closer.
"I also didn't tell you to leave your position. Is that clear, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine says, feeling the pain in her tongue subsiding almost as fast as it came. But her ass and thighs still feel the lingering of her lesson. Jasmine, feeling her hands already pressed against the wall, feels the warm breath of her Mistress on her ear as she gets ready to obey the command that is about to come.
"Stretch out your arms above your head, slave."
"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine answers as she does so. Feeling Samantha's hands gripping her hips as she pulls her a few steps back, following her lead. With a soft touch of her lower back, Jas immediately arches it, having experienced this command several times in sex. Feeling her breasts pressed into the wall, as she leans forward, her hands above her head, Jasmine slowly realizes that if she moves even to look at Sam by turning her body, it will slam her face into the walk.
"How? Mistress?" Jasmine asks, startled.
"Martial arts is focused on balance and momentum," Sam answers simply.
"No, Mistress. Sorry. How do you..." Jasmine tries to ask, flushing.
"How do I take control so easily?" Samantha asks.
Jasmine feels her cheeks warm as she wishes to drop her head beneath her arms beneath the light brown honey skin, hiding her flushed cheeks from her owner, who took her by force, as all true owners should.
"Yes, Mistress."
"I have watched you and Marc for years and seen what works and what doesn't. Giving you second chances without discipline never did. It almost feels like you need to be treated like a dumb animal who has no choice but to obey."
"How do you..." Jasmine feels herself start to ask as Samantha interrupts her.
"How do I know this? The girls who have come and gone after these past three years were all held accountable to different degrees. But Marc almost seems to collect broken people, or they find him somehow. But I see his quirks as strengths rather than the weaknesses you see."
Samantha's voice softens as she seems to be talking to her now more as a friend than as her Mistress. Hearing Sam's voice continue, "We come to him as broken girls. When we are stronger, I have seen countless times that girls act out to see if they will come down hard. But he doesn't see it as testing his limits to have firm boundaries. He sees it as a tantrum from a child who needs care and love."
Jasmine hears the words and lets the thoughts sink in, and it makes sense. It makes sense why she always is almost babied during the pushing of his limits. Why did he want to hold her for comfort rather than whip the hell out of her for allowing Samantha to almost drink herself to death? He probably saw a child lashing out in a need for attention. Maybe she was, but she needs to know she has to obey or there are consequences. As her mind slowly wanders, she hears her Mistress's voice as she talks.
"Mistress," Jasmine flushes, bracing herself for the correction to come. I was thinking and zoned out for a moment. Can you please repeat?"
"What was the last you heard?" Samantha asks, her voice harsh once more.
"A child's tantrum, Mistress," Jasmine whispers. Jas's body tenses as she feels Sam pull her out slightly, and with a touch of her lower back, Jas arches her back deeper, sticking out her ass for her Mistress to correct her.
The initial strike match caught Jasmine's attention, and her head snapped back in surprise at the intensity. What she felt would warrant a simple correction of a few smacks has grown. The initial strike had sent a sharp strike through her body as the second, third, and fourth yelps escaped her lips. What Jasmine had imagined as a simple warning turns into a spanking. Her hips rotate, trying to escape the blows that come to her flesh as the feeling is almost unbearable.
"Mistress, please, mercy," Jasmine begs, panting and sobbing as the spanking continues for a few more minutes before it stops.
"Ready to listen, slave?"
Jasmine shakes her head as she can barely hear her Mistress over her sobbing, as she hiccups as well, "Please, Mistress, let me catch my breath."
"Good, slave, you are learning."
Jasmine desperately wants to rub her ass, but with the escalation of correction, she is terrified to do so. Twisting her hips slightly to shake out the pain, she realizes it is a lost cause and wipes her tears against the sunrise of her arms. Taking a deep breath, Jas finally answers her Mistress, "I am ready, Mistress."
"I think you are broken in such a way that you don't feel love unless you have harsh guidance. If anyone lets you get away with anything, you feel you are not cared for. You don't even matter; I know because my ex did this. I used to feel that I was loved and that I mattered when degraded or beat me, but that wasn't the worst. The worst was when I did something wrong, and he withheld it from me, and then I truly felt worthless."
Jasmine's tears turn from pain to sorrow as she feels emotions ripped from her soul. She thinks Samantha, her Mistress, is telling her something she has never told another soul.
"I know there are powerful women out there that need to feel owned, controlled, and have a place that they can submit. A place where, for at least a short time in their lives, they don't have to be in control. Someone they can feel free to release their anxiety with, but that isn't us. I think you, Jasmine, my slave, only feel value when you are serving and have no rights. I think that is why Marc isn't the right man for you, as you are still broken."
Jasmine is trying to catch her breath as tears fall from her eyes. She does her best to pay attention to her Mistress, not because of her punishment. But there is a genuine fear that Samantha may never share this again if she doesn't listen. Jasmine feels a sense of pride at hearing this but also wants to reach out and hold Samantha as she hears the pain in her voice.
"I just am ready to break the cycle and to allow Marc to not only lead me but show me I am not someone who deserves to be beaten for every forgotten thing. Last night, I had a bad dream and was terrified; I entered his room. Without permission and wrapped in a blanket. He didn't punish me for disobeying two rules; instead, he held me as I cried myself to sleep. I am trying to convince myself I am worthy of a Daddy, a lover who truly loves me. Until you are ready, I will be the Mistress you need. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine answers.
As Jasmine thinks about everything that was said, she agrees and disagrees with others. She had been a Domme for most of her life and had gotten bored. She had several slaves of her own at times and even trained some as slaves or puppy girls for other friends. While she has had evil Masters before she had Marc, she isn't running from a broken relationship. She is just a woman who has been in charge most of her life and still has slaves of her own. Just for her release, she finally needs someone to take control.
But to go from a Domme of several years to a slave, she needs the right man to take the lead. She is not a broken woman that needs to be saved. But knows in the depth of her soul that what she needs is to be made to submit. To have someone have the same control over her as she had in countless lives. She doesn't need mercy but hard use from an owner who ensures she is permanently kept beneath their feet.
Jas knows and feels that Samantha genuinely loves her but doubts that the type of control she needs can come from someone who does. She needs someone that owns her flesh but doesn't care little about her soul. Someone would never take mercy on her until her lesson is learned. While Samantha seems to have a firm grasp on it now, she wonders if her Mistress has the stamina to break her truly.