Jasmine's Ride

Slave meat was tied face down on the bed. Her hands were stretched above her and her feet bound straight out. She was completely nude. Her ample ass providing a most appetizing saddle as it rose up in a curvaceous swell above her back. She was meant to be ridden, Mistress Jasmine thought.

This was her favorite slave. A challenge. Very curvaceous and sensitive. She slapped her ass once on each cheek and laughed. This slave was definitely pleasing meat. She swung a leg over her ass and hopped on.
Mistress Jasmine sat astride her, riding her while she lays there motionless. Her hand tangled in her hair held her head in place the nails gently scratched her skull. Her knees pinned her hands to her sides as her heels dug sparkling spurs into the curve of her ass to hold her legs. She is helpless. She struggled and Mistress Jasmine flexed her foot, the points of the spurs slowly wheeled across her bare ass, pressing in to a deep red dimple and then releasing and the next point digging in as the spur rotated. As Mistress shifted her ankles, a dotted red line slowly took shape in her flesh, twin broken smiles upon her ass. She squealed and moans in protest, but Jasmine laughed, she could smell her arousal, or was it hers? It didn't matter, it was all the same. Her arousal, her slaves. Both were only for Mistress' pleasure.

She stopped her squirming and thus stopped the spurs from digging in to her. They glowed silver against her tanned flesh in the candlelight and created quite an arousing contrast. Mistress Jasmine sat looking at them and at the two red lines on her ass and smiled. Just for fun she dug the spurs in again and slave screamed in pain but, also moaned in pleasure.

Jasmine's own arousal was dripping upon her, running down and wetting her back. The juices from her bare pussy making the slave's back wet and slippery as she sat astride her. She wiggled her ass and made her even messier, spreading her mark over her slave meat. However the slave did not rise to the bait. She didn't move. Mistress was am pleased/pissed. Slave was following orders but, Mistress did not like to be mistaken. Slave was going to get it no matter what but, Mistress Jasmine had to be fair and make her earn it.

Mistress drew herself up full, her pussy pressing down on the small of slave's back so that her lips parted slightly and let even more sweat cum squish on her and then leaned over. She opened a drawer in the night stand and drew a single peacock feather out. How long and elegant it was and dainty. Like a strong breeze would blow it away and yet it was strong enough to hold together even when wet. Perfect, she thought.
Slowly Mistress started to trace the very tip of the feather across the nape of slave's neck. Oh she loves that, Mistress thought. The slave moaned in enjoyment of the tickling and this pissed Mistress Jasmine off more. Not because she was enjoying it but, because she only moans and didn't move.

Jasmine began to work down her spine. The feather tip barely touching the slave meat as it whispered over her flesh. The skin puckering into goose bumps as Mistress worked her way down the back. But still she remained motionless.

OK, Jasmine thought, now I am starting to get annoyed.

She continued down over the sides of her breasts, first lightly touching over one and then the other. The feather dancing so lightly it was almost not touching at all. The skin broke into goose bumps as the feather passed and Jasmine could feel the muscles tighten slightly as slave tried not to move. Mistress tickled down her sides and then worked up over the hip bone. Motionless. Moaning up a storm but motionless.

She tickled down across the small of the back, wet from Mistress' juices but, still the slave restrained from moving. Across her ass cheeks and down the crack of her ass. Nothing. Jasmine was nearly furious. Across the ass and down the thighs. A jerk. She smiled, I knew I wasn't wrong, she thought.

Mistress wiggled her ass and moved back further onto slave meat until she was sitting on the base of the ass and pulled her feet up until the spurs rested against the very bottom swell of slave meats cheeks. With a wicked smile she dug the spurs into her ass and forced the cheeks apart and spread her open.

Slave meat moaned and jerked at the pain/pleasure and the rush of cold air hitting her pussy. Jasmine was in much better spirits now, once again reconfirming the knowledge she was right. Slowly she work the feather up her thighs and across the bottom curve of each cheek and slave moaned and wiggled slightly. Mistress worked the feather slowly into the crack of her ass, but didn't yet touch the ass hole, just the sensitive flesh around it. Oh she is moaning now, Jasmine thought.

She twirled the feather around and around the hole never touching it and driving slave meat mad in anticipation. Around and around until finally, she barley brushed her ass hole. Slave bucked against her hard. That's one, Jasmine thought in triumph.

She continued to tickle slaves ass. The feather dipping into her spread hole and tickling the inner ass slightly. Slave moaned and tried not to move but, the feather drew jerk and spasms out of her. Jasmine worked the feather down to the soft flesh between the ass and pussy. The strands barely brushing it, just the tip on that tiny area, Jasmine made sure not to touch her pussy.

Mistress began tickling beside her lips, the gentle fold between the thigh and lips. She tickled across the inner thigh and back to the crack of her ass. Mistress smiled at the squirming and jerking of slave meats body. Her control was almost gone. Up and down beside each lip, twirling and tickling with just the tip, the repetitive tickling driving her mad, tickling to the point of pain.

Slave meat started trembling and moaning soft mewing sounds of want and begging. Up and across her cheeks again and she moaned softly. Around the bend of each cheek and up to the small of her back and then she traced a slow circle there. Her trembles increased as she knew what was going to be done. She was waiting, her breath short in anticipation.

Then the last circle was traced and Mistress Jasmine slid the feather down her crack, across the ass and down across her lips in one fluid motion. Slave meat squealed and jerked as the feather passed across her aching pussy. The feather growing matted and wet from her juices almost immediately allowing Mistress Jasmine to be more forceful with it.

She slid the feather into her pussy, just barely parting the lips with the wet quills. Slave meat moaned and bucked against the feather and her body trembled. Then Jasmine ran it down, down, down, until the clit was reached. She cried out as Mistress circle the clit with the very tip of the feather, sliding it under the hood and directly onto her clit.

Slave meat said something incomprehensible and then bucked her hips three times. Jasmine dug the spurs in harder and spread her to her limit but, she kept bucking, unable to stop now.
Yes! Jasmine screamed silently, disobey me!

She swirled the feather faster and faster against her clit, The sensation making slave meat scream and spasm uncontrollably. . .and then. . .she was done. She had no control left. She thrashed and screamed out, trying to hump against the feather, like it of enough substance to penetrate her pussy. Like the fetaher could fuck her, fill her. Wanting so much to be fucked. Then she stopped moving for a moment. She was silent. A second later her entire body convulsed and shook and she made a low groaning noise that grew in intensity as the convulsions made her writhe in ecstasy. A wave of electricity shot through her and she screamed out one more time and went silent again. Laying there under Mistress Jasmine, quivering slightly, but otherwise still.
Mistress Jasmine released the pressure of the spurs on her slave's ass. Swinging a leg over she dismounted and moved to slave's head and grabbed her long blonde hair. She put one foot up on the bed and used the long hair to mop her soaking wet pussy dry, rubbing it against her lips and into her slit. She stepped back and looked at her slave laying there. Arms outstretched and legs bound, hair matted and wet from her Mistress's pussy. She looked good.

Mistress looked at the feather in her hand and smiled. She leaned over and slid the long quill into her slave's ass and left it there. Now, she thought, she is complete. . . .almost.

"Didn't I tell you not to move?" She said with anger in my voice. Slave meat only moaned in response.

Mistress Jasmine picked up a flog off the night stand. "I told you not to move you little bitch!" She said as her hand lashed out. The flog struck her ass and raised red welts immediately and her slave screamed in pain.

"Didn't I?" She asked again. Slave meat tried to answer but, she was starting to shake again. The sensation of the whip burning directly into her pussy. Again Mistress Jasmine's hand fell and again the flog raised welts. Slave meat tried to respond but, she was only moaning.

Jasmine's hand fell again and again. A pattern of red welts forming on the slave's ass. The lines crisscrossed as the flog slapped again and again. The cracking of the whip matching the moaning of the slave perfectly. One following the other until they became almost one. The slave let out three short squeals and then a deep shuddering moan as her body once again began to writhe in another orgasm. The pain blending perfectly with the pleasure until her entire body was fire.

Mistress Jasmine struck with the flog again and again, the motion becoming fluid and constant so that the staccato crack of the whip was nearly constant. Slave screamed and shook violently for a moment and then went still. Mistress Jasmine struck once more and then stood back again to look. The feather still protruding from the ass, the body covered with angry red marks, the hair wet and matted from her pussy, bound tightly and shuddering.

Perfect, she thought.