5 comments/ 32072 views/ 2 favorites On 3rd and Jasmine By: Mina24 He sat in a dimly lit café absentmindedly picking at the dirt under his nails. It was 4:21, thirty-nine minutes before she was supposed to be there. They agreed to meet for an early dinner, nothing too formal. They would talk for a bit and see how things went. Sex was implied but not required. Sex was not a virgin topic for them. Although they had not yet met, they had developed a meaningful online relationship. They had spent the last 5 months getting to know every quirk and fetish they enjoyed. To put it bluntly, he enjoyed her dominative tendencies. He was a naturally submissive man, contrary to what his appearance might suggest. With her guidance he had really come to learn and appreciate his submissiveness. It was nice to let go, to not worry about anything, to slowly melt onto someone and ride on the coattails of her strong domination. It was a feeling he had come to crave, that allusive little realm of subspace. "Is this seat taken?" she asked. "No please, this seat is yours" he replied. She was wearing a black dress that was 2 inches too short to be considered decent. Janet enjoyed the attention she received from men. She liked to see them stare. Often they eyed her like a predator. Little did they know that she could easily turn them into her own prey. Janet really enjoyed dominating bigger men. At a mere 5'3 she liked to see them kneel before her as she towered over them. She liked to run her small, thin hands over the knots and bulges of their muscles. There was something innately hot about a strong and built submissive man. In that respect, Nathan would not disappoint her. He had been a swimmer in college and had kept his body in shape. Now, at 35, he could still turn heads with his curly blond hair and boyish good looks. Nathan suddenly became that shy little sub that she could so easily mold him into. He sat quietly with his eyes downcast waiting for her to make the first move. She placed one hand over his then gently lifted his chin up with her finger. "Have you been waiting long?" "I just got here," he lied. She smiled at him appreciating his light hazel eyes. She couldn't help but to reach over and play with his curly locks. "Such a cute boy" she said. "Thank you, Ma'am." "Well, what would you like to eat? I'm starving. Here, pass the menus." He did as he was told. He watched her as she looked through the menus. He stared at her when she ordered for the both of them. He couldn't help but smile at her. He was elated to finally meet her. "What are you laughing at?" she said. "Oh, nothing. I am just...happy." "You're taking great liberties ogling me from across the table. You give someone an inch and they take a mile. Lower your eyes!" He dropped his gaze immediately. Oh how he loved this game. He loved to tease her, to make her make him submit. Testing her limit, he peeked at her from his lowered gaze. A part of him really wanted to make sure she was still there, to make sure this was real. The plan had been to enjoy their dinner without any overt sexual activity. To talk and chat about their lives as two people who are just meeting each other should. But she quickly abandoned that plan. She looked across the table at him and could not control her desire for him. She wanted to play with him, fuck with his mind a bit. All of the sudden she had an intense desire to test his boundaries in public. The sadist in her wanted to embarrass him. Yes, maybe even demean him a bit. No, she couldn't wait much longer and was not about to ask for his permission. "Are you wearing the thongs I asked you to wear?" she asked loud enough to be overheard. "Um, what? Yes. I am." "Go take them off and bring them back to me." He was looking a bit surprised, "Go! Take them off in the restroom" He did as he was told because it was the only thing he could think to do. He had no other desire than to please her. As he was walking back to the table, he started to get an erection. The fabric of his pants was brushing up against his cock and giving him an obvious boner. He tried to slump to hide it, but that just brought more attention to him. He quickly sat down across from her and tried to slip him the undergarment beneath the table. "Here," He said. "No, put them in my hand." She held her hand out for him. Janet was really enjoying this now. Her pussy was starting to leak a bit and he got a whiff of her arousal as he handed her his thong. She slowly put them away in her purse. "How does it feel? Are you getting hard for me now? I'm going to tease you, and if you are lucky, please you. Would you like that? Do you want to play with me?" she cooed. He quickly nodded, his throat was suddenly dry. A foot was slowly making its way up his legs and nestling in between his legs. Janet had worn her "fuck me" heels, black patent leather and 4 inches high. She ran her toes over his cock, lightly patting it and rubbing it through her heels. She dug her heel lightly in between his ass cheeks. "Yes, I think you would like that." Janet kept teasing his cock as the waitress came by with the food. He was almost sweating now and trying to keep very still as Janet fondled him. The waitress took an immediate interest in him. She smiled at him and flashed him a little cleavage as she gave him his food. This made Nathan a little uneasy and he looked at Janet guiltily. "Did you like them? Were they perky?" He didn't know how to answer. "I saw you staring at her chest. Did you enjoy them? "They were...nice." He didn't know if that was the right answer or not but she didn't comment on it any more so he went on eating his food. For the next half hour they went on eating their food, chatting about their everyday lives. He had forgotten the little incident with the waitress. He almost forgot he was talking to his "Mistress" and not some run-of-the-mill woman. If he let himself, he could have forgotten the unspoken threat that existed between the two of them. But, of course, she could never let that happen and she was soon quick to remind him that he was her play toy. When the waitress returned with the bill, Janet made her move. "I couldn't help but notice you flirting with Nathan here. Do you find him attractive?" She tried not to sound threatening; it was, in fact, an invitation. "Yeah, he's cute." "I'm glad you think so. He has an outrageous boner from peeking down your shirt when you were not looking. Would you like to feel it?" The waitress laughed unsure if Janet was joking or not. "Um, sure. I guess so." "Go ahead and reach under his pants. He's not wearing any underwear. You can open his pants and take it out if you'd like." The waitress didn't know if that was such a good idea seeing as they were in a crowded restaurant. Instead, she sat beside him in the booth and slid her hand down his pants cupping his balls and fondling them before moving up and stroking his cock a few times. Nathan was holding his breath, acting more like a statue than a man. Her hands felt nice running over his smooth balls. She had a strong grip around his cock. She was milking him and she was good at it. He was soon at the verge of orgasm; he would later blame it on his heightened state of arousal. Nathan did cum in his pants and both women did nothing but laugh. The waitress pulled her sticky hand from underneath his pants and was about to wipe it clean when Janet stopped her. "No, let him clean it off for you. After all, he made the mess." Nathan looked at Janet uncertainly. He took the safest route and reached for the napkin on the table. "No, you know better. Lick it off." He did so quickly, trying desperately to avoid detection. Once again, the waitress chuckled. She turned to Janet and thanked her then sashayed on to her next customer. Once they were alone again Janet turned her attention back to Nathan and asked him, "Alright Nathan, this is your only opportunity to turn tail and leave. Would you like to spend the night with me? Do you want to be my toy?" She whispered across the table. "Whore. Do you want me to fuck you, Nathan? Really fuck you?" He did nothing but whimper. "Answer me, Nathan." Nathan took a sip of water before answering. "Yes, please. I would love you to fuck me. I want to be your whore, Mistress." He was begging now. "I will do whatever you ask of me, please let me serve you. And so the unspoken threat was spoken, there in crowded diner on the corner of 3rd and Jasmine Street. *** To be continued... On 3rd and Jasmine Ch. 02 After dinner, they both hopped in Janet's car and drove the two blocks to Nathan's hotel. Nathan had walked to the restaurant earlier, he had made a presumption that their date would continue past the platonic dinner they had planned. He had always fantasized that she would blindfold him in her car and bind his hands as they made their way to their destination. She might even take his cock out and play with it as they drove. In his fantasy, she made him run from the parking lot to his hotel room with his hands bound behind him and his cock out for all to see. Much to his relief, she did no such thing. They walked quietly and discreetly past the bellman to their room on the first floor. In the room, Janet sat on one of the plush chairs and pointed to the ground in front of her. "Kneel, boy. But, first take off all of your clothes." Nathan quickly did so and dropped to his knees. "You were a bad little slut in the restaurant earlier. I'm going to have to punish you for that. Would you like me to punish your sweet little ass, slut?" "Yes, Ma'am. Please do." Janet looked down upon her slave. He was so sweetly kneeling in front of her. His bulky body looked scrumptious on his knees. Wisely, he hung his head down and stared at the floor in front of him. He had already gotten in trouble once before for taking liberties and staring at her, he wasn't going to do it again. Janet flipped off her high heels and ran her foot up his sculpted body then rested her toes under his nose. "Lick my feet, slave," she said. He quickly started to lave her toes, licking the underside of her feet then sucking on her short little toes. "That's such a good slut. That's it pay attention to my legs too. Lick up my legs." He started to make his way up her toned calves, paying special attention to the sensitive space underneath her knees and then slowly inching his way up her thighs. He went as far up as he could without touching her wet pussy, then he repeated the procedure down the other leg. Janet was laying back and enjoying his ministrations. She enjoyed the feel of his tongue on her legs and feet. When she finally brought herself up and looked down on him, she couldn't help but smile. She loved looking at his ass and how it molded flawlessly into his back. He had a very angular body. His torso was triangular and his broad shoulders accentuated his thin waist. And his ass, boy his ass was to die for, round enough to be spankable but muscular enough to make a girl melt. "That's enough. Turn around, on your hands and knees. I want to see that ass of yours. That's a good slut, spread those cheeks for me. That's it whore, spread open that asshole for me." Janet ran her feet over his ass, wiggling her toes over his asshole. "Do you like that? Do you want me to fuck your sweet little ass with my toes?" Janet reached down and spit onto his spread asshole, lubing up his ass for her toes. "What a slut you are, getting fucked by a toe." She shoved her big toe into his ass telling him to spread it open with his hands as she foot fucked him. Placing both of her feet on his ass Janet began to tease him saying, "What do you suppose having two big toes in your ass feels like? Do you think I can get them in? You are so horny and your ass is so hungry it will take anything, wont it?" Janet quickly pulled her foot out of his ass, stood up and shoved his face down in the carpet with her foot. "Stay there, whore." Her foot was pressing his face down hard onto the floor. "Now for the punishment, do you want a spanking, slut?" He whimpered a soft yes onto the carpet. "Louder, slave." "Yes, Ma'am. Please give me the punishment I deserve." "Very well. What would you prefer, a belt or a whip?" "I would prefer my belt Ma'am, that way when I wear it I will remind myself of my place before you." "What a good answer, slut. Alright, your belt it is." Janet retrieved Nathan's belt; she then walked around his body letting his belt drape over his back and ass. It tickled him a bit. Letting the belt hang mischievously in between his legs, Janet look down on Nathan and said, "You wouldn't want me to spank you here, would you?" She pressed the belt onto the spot between his ass and his balls. Nathan whimpered, fearing he couldn't handle it if she decided to whip his balls. "No, I guess not. You will be a good boy and do as I tell you and you'll avoid that punishment." "Yes, Ma'am." It was time now. Janet doubled the belt and proceeded to whip his ass and back. She started slowly on his ass cheeks then worked her way onto his lower back. Nathan tried his best to stay still and count the strokes as she expected him to. That was easier said than done, and soon Nathan was slipping into himself. He was both concentrating on the blows and allowing his body to take them as they came. Slowly he stumbled into that space subs love to visit. His eyes were closed and he was drooling onto the carpet when Janet yelled at him, "I said count them!" "One," he replied. And so it went, he managed to count his blows and when he reached 30 she rewarded him. Nathan was as horny as he has ever been and there he found himself, on all fours in a rented hotel room, naked as the day he was born. She, on the other hand, had not removed a stitch. "Up we go. Yes onto your feet. There, sit there. You get rewarded now, slut. Would you like to see my body? Want me to undress? "Yes, Ma'am. I would love to see your sexy body." "Say please." She wanted him to beg. He took that as an invitation and crawled on his knees before her. His face dropped to her feet and kissed her toes, "Please Ma'am, I would love to see your gorgeous and sexy body. I need to look at it. I'll do whatever you want, please. Whatever." The zipper of her little black dress came down and revealed a figure that was candy to Nathan's eyes. It was as he had hoped for and dreamed of, a satin black corset with a garter and stockings. That was it. He was left staring at her naked pussy in awe and with hunger in his eyes. He was after all a naked horny man. In his mind, he tackled her then, wrestling her to the ground, pinning her down and burying his face on her neck and slowly working down onto her perfectly shaved pussy. He dreamed of shoving his tongue in her wetness, licking from her engorged clit to her perfect asshole. He dreamt of suffocation in her sex. But there she stood, in all her glory and Nathan was still just a subbie patiently awaiting further instruction. "Whatever...Hmm. I could do a lot with whatever. Do you want to smell my pussy, slut? Would you do whatever to sniff my cunt?" "Oh yes, Ma'am." "I am wet, Nathan. My juices are running down my thighs. Be a dear and clean that up for me. But, don't you dare touch my pussy. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ma'am," Nathan crawled between her legs and lapped up the wetness on her thighs. He lingered a bit at the edge of her pussy, inhaling her scent before he assumed his kneeling position once more. "I'm going to fuck you now, Nathan. I'm going to fuck you the way I promised I would. Are you ready for that, slut? Once I do that you will truly be my slut. Do you want to be my pet, my little slut, my toy to use for my pleasure?" Nathan's heart raced. This was it. She was going to do it, more importantly she was accepting him. He would now live to serve her. "Yes, Ma'am. Please fuck me. I am ready to be yours, to be your fuck toy." She disappeared into the darkness behind him. He could just hear her buckles and straps. He thought he heard her rummage around for lube. Oh, he hoped she would use lube. She might not, he thought. She might want his induction to be painful. It might be baptism by fire, claiming his ass as hers, branding him. Thankfully, the next thing he felt was warm liquid trickling on his ass and sliding between his ass cheeks. "Spread your ass for me. Are you ready? Tell me you want me to fuck your ass." "Please, Ma'am. Please shove your cock into me and show me what a little slut I am. Please make me your whore. I need to be yours." Janet thrusted her strap-on in his ass in one slow stroke. She waited there a second, allowing his ass to get used to the sensation of being filled. Then, slowly she started to pump his ass, taking it. She wrapped her hands around his hips, impaling her rubber cock into his well-lubed ass. Janet didn't wait long for Nathan to adjust; she soon started fucking him hard. Shoving his ass back on her cock, she claimed him as hers. "Yes! Slut! Fuck yes, can you feel that cock deep in your ass. Tell me what a little slut you are taking my big 8 inch strap-on deep in that sweet little ass of yours." "I...I'm you slut, Ma'am. I need your cock in my ass. Please use me, fuck me, and treat me like your little whore. Please, may I cum? I so need to, please...let me cum our first time. I'll do anything, I need release." "Remember your promise. Anything. Yes, slut. Cum, cum all over the floor." Nathan did. He let his body trembled and it released a torrent of stored semen all over the carpet. "Now, slut...lick it up. We can't leave a mess. Be a good toy and lick up your mess." Nathan lapped up his cum from the hotel carpet. He was happy to do so. He had just gotten fucked by his Mistress and was ecstatic. Nathan kneeled at her feet, smiling up at her. "Thank you, very much." "We are not done yet, slut. Go take a shower. You'll need a little break before we continue. You are in for a long night. I'm going to take you up on that promise of "anything." Nathan crawled to the hotel bathtub and ran himself a bath. He wondered what she had in store for him next. They had talked and fantasized about all sorts of deviations via email. Thinking back, now some of those sounded pretty frightening. But, Nathan was excited and horny as fuck. He craved her pussy and dreamed that if he was really good, she would let him fuck her. Oh, to just thrust his tongue in her sex. Soon, Nathan was in the tub stroking himself again, dreaming of what was to come. Outside, Janet picked up the phone and dialed a very familiar number. "Hello," a male voice said. Janet whispered her plans into the receiver and the voice at the other end moaned in agreement. To be continued.