A detailed report of the sub for your master.

After writing him this message and seeing the attached picture, my emotional chaos hadn’t gotten any better. I had self-doubt, fear of giving up control and wondered if I could trust him. My emotions were on a rollercoaster and my mind was wandering: How will getting to know each other go? Will he like me? What can I expect? And always this fear breathing down my neck.

We wrote to each other when the request for a meeting came in six days ago. I wrote to him saying that I was free from 1 p.m. on December 31, 2024. So the very first meeting took place at 3 pm.
According to his wishes, I wore a long skirt and a thong. I left out the tights I had worn in the morning. The closer the meeting came, the harder my heart beat. My fear also grew: what would await me and would I be able to bear the pain?

After an initial meeting over coffee in a bakery, it was clear to me that I would give him a try. I couldn’t see inside his head, but my gut told me that he would try it with me. My inner feelings were on a rollercoaster. We made small talk on the way to his apartment, but it didn’t calm me down. When we got to his apartment, I could hear my heart beating as loudly as it was now as I wrote.

After a coffee and a cigarette, he asked me to lie over his legs. I had to tell him what I was being punished for. With a trembling voice, I named my offenses. I forgot to take out the garbage and do the laundry, and I lied.
When he heard about the lie, I could tell from his voice that this would have serious consequences for me.

The first blows of his hand came down on my now completely bare bottom. This was followed by various striking tools such as wooden spoons, wooden paddles, coat hangers and hairbrushes.

After a while, he said in a stern voice: “Get up and go to the bathroom.” These words made me tremble inside. Once in the bathroom, I had to face the wall. I heard him say, “Take your clothes off until you’re naked.” Then I had to close my eyes. When I felt his fingers and hands gently on my skin, he asked me if I liked it. I replied, “Yes, my lord.” He grabbed my nipples, twisted and squeezed them, pulling me tightly against him.

I had to walk behind him completely naked and kneel down in front of him. He pulled his thick, heavy leather belt out of his pants. I had to get down on all fours. He clamped my head between his legs, hit me with the belt and said it was part of warming up my bottom. After a few blows, I had to stand up again and turn my back to him so he could put leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me. I was too slow, which he let me know in a stern voice. My hands were shaking badly after the first few strokes.

He loosened the chains and I had to lie on my back on the punishment block – with my eyes closed. When I felt the heavy blow of the whip on my upper body, I adopted a defensive posture because I couldn’t say ‘no’. He noticed my strong resistance and stopped.

Suddenly I felt the first current inside me. I finally entered my subspace with it. I heard his voice in the distance ordering me to lie on my stomach, which I did. He said sternly: ” You’ll get a certain number of strokes that I can’t name. After that, I’m done with you for now. “

I was lying in bed and heard the room being left. Shortly afterwards, I heard footsteps coming back and felt coldness on my hot buttocks. I felt his hands rubbing my bottom. Then I heard him say, “Take all the time you need,” and he brought me a bathrobe. After a while, I slowly came back to the here and now.

After I had put on my bathrobe and was sitting on the couch in the living room, I got an espresso after his question. He asked me how I was feeling. I told him I had wet hands and wasn’t quite in the here and now yet.
He rolled over in his chair in front of me and said: “You’re aware that you need and will get this punishment regularly from now on.” I nodded in agreement. He took the bathrobe between his fingers and squeezed my nipple very tightly.

I got dressed, came back and we smoked a cigarette together on his balcony. I told him a few things about my past. In our eye-to-eye conversation, I told him that I’d only ever flown in bondage. Before I left, I got five strokes on my bare bottom with his nasty red truncheon.

As I was still holding my skirt up and kneeling in front of him, he continued to beat until I realized that he would continue as long as I stayed in that position and he saw my bare bottom. As I write these words, I realize the fear of what awaits me next time is rising in me and I can hear my heart pounding.

I left the apartment and didn’t dare sit down anywhere. I didn’t want anyone to see that I was being punished and chastised. I stood on the bus all the way home. When I arrived home, I first lay down on my stomach. I am proud to wear the marks of my punishment and chastisement. I was happy, my mind was cleansed and I could give confidence.

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The time afterwards

We write to each other every day and report on how I and my bottom are doing. I now have daily and weekly tasks, such as doing the laundry, which she has to complete and prove with a photo. She also has to write reports and keep a diary. Jazz (Jasmin at eye level) asked Jörn how Jasmin should address him in future. He replied in a way that Jasmin wouldn’t have expected: “Since she’s been understanding so far, she can call me Sir.” But she will suffer at my hands for a long time. She must be aware of that, Jazz.” And yes, I am aware of that.

Every time I receive a message from my Lord, I feel my heart beat faster and stronger. I feel that my master is strict but fair. He knows how to chastise and educate his sub. His sub was in her subspace the first time she was punished. Therefore, she quickly learned not to have any control when she is in his presence.
She can trust her master to pause when he says “STOP” or to stop immediately when he says “NO”. Jasmine wants to leave the education and punishment in the hands of her master. She knows that every punishment and chastisement will increase.

She wants her master to be proud of his sub and for him to realize that she can take and endure more for him each time. Jasmine will proudly bear the marks of her master that she needs to become an obedient and submissive sub. And that soon, when she goes to her master, she will know what to do without being asked.

The sub was particularly surprised when her master ordered her to sign up for a theme party. She hopes that he and his friends will like her after he has decided on her outfit. She is full of anticipation and eager to see what awaits her.

If the sub can wish for anything, it is that she can experience the education, punishment and chastisement of her master for a long time.

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Intermezzo

My master told me to turn onto my stomach and put a pillow under my hips so that my bright red bottom would rise up nicely. I complied with this order because I didn’t want to know what would happen if I didn’t do it.

I had no sense of time, no thoughts, no idea what was about to happen. Deeply immersed in my subspace, I met my young self. I felt the strokes, the touches of my master, stroke after stroke. Suddenly I had to interrupt the strokes with “STOP”. There was a short pause before my master continued.

It felt as if many more blows were to follow, but suddenly it became quiet. The silence overwhelmed me and a voice inside me said: “Let go!” I did so and burst into tears. I let go and my young self disappeared from my thoughts, from my subspace. The traces faded.

What happened? Where did you go? Will we meet again?

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