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The man waited for the woman to get ready with dinner, wondering how she would dress herself. He wondered how proficient she was within the BDSM world, and if she had chosen the side he thought all women should choose. He himself had already undressed completely, so when she came in she should see him, naked, on the couch, watching TV.
 
Jasmine noted him on the couch naked as she went to the kitchen and started cooking. It was so hard for her to not grab her long whip and her crop and then wind the whip around d his neck like a leash and lead him to his knees and then use the crop across his ass and back of his thighs. She was a good domme when she had time for the lifestyle. It was a shame her husband was so closed minded. Forcing those thoughts away she cooked him a plate of food and then took it to him.
 
When the woman walked over to him he smiled approvingly of her clothing. "On your knees" He said as she handed him her food. He then lay the plate on her back. "If the plate falls I'll let you lick it off the floor, then make me a new plate, understood?" He told her. He then started eating. At times he would use his fork to prod her ass or tits, wondering how well she could keep quiet and standing still.
 
Jasmine gave him a silent glare for his words but did as told as she moved to get on her hands and knees before him and gasped slightly at the feel of the cold glass plate on her warm back as she fought to stay still. as he ever so often pocked her with his fork she had to fight not to jump as she bit her bottom lip and tried to put her mind elsewhere. she knew well what was expected of a sub from thier master as she had been a domme long enough to know all the rules of the game. 3 years of telling men andwomen what to do to please her came with a vast knowledge of the game. however being forced to submit instead of forcing someone to submit to her was entirely new to her and was an inner struggle though part of her seemed to like this already as she felt her own wetness and tried to figure out why her body was so okay with this as he mind wasnt.
 
The man smiled. The woman followed orders pretty well for one that wasn't used at all to receiving them. But then, he wasn't making it all too hard for her. If he wanted to truely strain her skill he would prod his fork against her clit, or penetrate her with it. When he was done eating he said "Bring the plate back to the kitchen. Don't let me see you while you're standing up." He knew she would know that this meant that while she was out of his sight she could stand, which was true, if not, she would have a hard time putting it on the kitchen shelves. "After that, come back here, to me."
 
Jasmine shot him another glare for those words. she would have to crawl until out of his site with the damn plate then wait for him to not look before she could put the plate in the sink and then come back crawling once more. god she was glad none of her subs or friends in the bdsm world could see her now as the mere thought of this was humiliation enough. forcing herself not to stand up and take control of things as she was used to she crawled around out of his site then quickly moved to her feet once he wasnt looking and got the plate in the sink then walked back quickly as she watched hi like a hawk and then got back down to crawl to come back into his vision still giving him an unhappy glare.
 
The man smiled, and waited for her to come back. When she was infront of him once more he saw the unhappy glare in his eyes, then smiled, he could give her another punishment now. He wanted to punish her for a lot, but he did want to go by the unwritten rules. He wouldn't be an (all too) Cruel master, even though he'd sometimes force her to make a mistake. He walked over to her and gave her a slap on her ass, before gripping the corset. He pulled it tighter then it had been before, giving her an even better hourglass figure, and an uncomfortable and limited ability to breathe. "I don't want you to glare at me." He said as he then sat down on her back, his arms moving around her. "I am not the one you'd be mad at, the only one you should be mad at is yourself." He said. His hands gripped her breasts, and squeezed them softly. "As you were the one who started a relationship, plus had sex in a public place." He moved his legs over her so he was sitting on her like he would a horse, his cock laying on her back, his hands groping her tits. "I'm just the opportunist."
 
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