Title of Story: Jasmine's submission Jasmine awoke slowly, her back stinging from the welts received the previous evening. She stretched on her soft blanket and rolled over. She nestled into the softness of the blanket and sighed quietly. She wondered how long she would be forced to remain in this dingy dungeon, subject to the willfully cruel demands of the dungeon mistress. She sat up and hugged her knees. At least this time she was unbound and able to move quite comfortably. She stood up, stretched! It felt good to be able to move about freely. She turned around quickly as a key turned in the lock, dropped down onto her knees, assumed the correct posture for submission. Palms upturned on thights spread wide, chest thrust out, head bowed, eyes lowered. Trembling slightly from apprehension, wondering who it might be that was entering her cell. Glancing at the floor she listened as leather clad footsteps approached across the cement floor. Daring to peek, she saw her master’s leather boots come to a halt in front of her. Trembling slightly, lowering face down to his boots, kissing them softly. Waiting for him to say something, anything. “Jasmine, my pet* putting a firm hand beneath her chin, raising her lovely face to look into those wide expressive eyes. “Master?” Eyes wide and luminous look into his unflinchingly.. “Stand up dear and follow me, quickly now!” slapping her ass lightly as she struggles to comply with his demands. Walking out of the dungeon,she follows closely behind as her master as they climb a set of smoothly worn marble steps into a great hall. From floor to ceiling are rich tapestries of many different colors. Blinking from the light streaming in through the many windows she stumbles as her feet sink into soft carpeting. She follows her master through a doorway into a hallway. It seems as though they walk for a while through twisting corridors, passing through so many doors that she finally loses count of how many rooms she’s walked through. We finally reach the foyer of the mansion and climb a circular staircase to the floor above. Her master urges her to hurry! Trembling she follows him into a large room. In one corner there is a king sized bed. He indicates that she should kneel in the center of the room and await his return. She sink to her knees obediently. She hear the door close behind him and dares to sneak a peek at the room around her. Wondering to herself as to whether this is his own private quarters. Shivering she glances at the wall next to the bed. Seeing the array of different paddles and whips displayed there, her eyes close. A soft moan escapes her lips-thinking, surely he doesn’t mean to punish her more than she already has been punished. A tear gathers in the corner of her eye, slipping down unaware over the lovely curve of her cheek. Mustering what little courage is left, she bites her lip and waits for his return. Hearing the door open behind her, she stiffens, wondering what sort of fate will befall her now. Keeping her eyes respectfully lowered, she waits silently for him to say something, anything about what will happen next. His hand comes down on her shoulder and despite herself, a tremor of alarm shoots through her- indicating to him that despite the regal bearing of her limbs, Jasmine is more than a little frightened. Stroking her shoulder gently he puts his other hand down and raises her lovely face to peer into her eyes. Noting to himself, the recent dampness of lashes, tell tale traces of tears she is trying so hard to hide from him. “Jasmine my pet”, he says speaking softly. “Are you afraid of me?” Looking into his steely blue eyes Jasmine shakes her head. “No Sir!” her voice trembling. “I am not afraid of you! I am more afraid of what might happen to me than what it is I feel towards you Sir. I do not fear you Sir. I respect you, am here to serve you in whatever capacity you might require of me - the fear is not knowing what to expect from you.” Trembling she remains kneeling, her eyes wide and expressive in an almost childlike face. Leaning down her master plants a kiss on her parted lips. Taking her hand, bidding her to rise walks her over to the bed. He sits down on the bed, watching her face as she stands before him. Pulls her roughly so that she is across his knees. Feels her body tremble there. Noting how she doesn’t struggle to get away from him this time, like she had so many times in the beginning - before he had banished her to the dungeon for three months. Smiling now! Perhaps now she would prove to be more compliant and willing to serve! Perhaps now she would be the one he dreamed of! Lying there across her master’s lap, Jasmine forced herself to lay perfectly still. Her eyes closed, a soft breath escaping her lips. She felt his hand run gently across her back, down over the contours of her ass..her cheeks flushing crimson as his fingers inspected her throughly. To her shame she felt a flickering of desire. He looked down across her back, noting the welts that were marked across it. He noticed the bruising of her pale skin too. Thinking perhaps the dungeon mistress had been a little too harsh on this one. Reaching for a ball gag from the night stand beside him, he raised Jasmine’s face to his. “Open your mouth pet!~” his tone indicating to Jasmine that he expected nothing less than complete and immediate obedience. Jasmine opened her small mouth quietly. Knowing that there was nothing she could do at present to prevent it’s use. She felt him attach it behind her head. Despite her fear a small frisson of excitement coursed through her veins. Once the gag was inserted he urged Jasmine to her feet. Taking her to the center of the room, he urged her feet apart and attached them to restraints that were bolted into the floor. Taking her wrists he tied them to restraints above her head, forcing her to tighten muscles in order to stretch comfortably. Next he placed a blindfold over her eyes. Trembling, she felt him walk away. Straining to hear, unable to see from which directin he was coming from. His footsteps falling silent on plush carpeting. She heard him pick up something from the wall by the bed. A soft moan escaped her lips. Next, she felt the thin cane brush against her naked ass. Biting her gag, a soft moan escaped. Jumping when the cane came down smartly across her bare ass. Tears forming in her eyes almost immediately ~ he used the cane mercilessly until she was sweating from the strain of keeping her cries down to a minimum. Her ass was criss=crossed with many tiny red welts when he finally released her. He carried her over to the bed weeping, laid her down, urging her up on her hands adn knees. Coming up behind her, he thrust his cock into her tight pussy, it already streaming with the first of many orgasms. Hearing her moan softly ~ he smiled and rammed into her over and over until he came. He then turned her over onto her side and removed the ball gag. Covering her with a soft blanket he left her to sleep, unchained. Jasmine lay there on the bed after her master left ~ feeling sore. Sleep was the last thing on her mind, but she knew from past experience that is was not to be wasted. Eyes closing wearily ~ she drifted off into dreamland. Snuggling into pillows on a bed as soft as a cloud. She struggled to awaken when she heard the door open once again. A woman stood by the doorway. Holding the blanket against her, Jasmine sat up slowly. “Who are you?” she asked quietly. “My name is Marie ma’am and I am here to take care of you.” was the answer. This as the woman went around opening all the drapes on the windows. Next she went into the next room and began running the bath water. Jasmine laid back down on the bed. A small smile crossed her lips. At long last she had regained her master’s favor. Sighing blissfully, keeping the blanket wrapped around her she walked into the bathroom, dropped the blanket into a neat little pile and stepped into the warm fragrant waters of the large bath. Sinking down to her neck, she sighed contentedly, wincing a little as the water hit the welts on her back and ass. A small tear trickled down her lovely face. Marie noted the tear *don’t cry little one, there is no reason for those.” Wiping Jasmine’s tears away as though she were but a little child.