A detailed report of the sub for your master.

When I saw Jasmin’s first comment under my photo on FET (BDSM), I was delighted. However, it took me 13 days to get in touch with him. I read through his profile three times. After I contacted him twelve days ago, the internal emotional chaos began. Was that really the right decision?

• Was that the right decision?
• Will he teach me what I need?
• Will he like me?
• Will my desire be satisfied?
• Can I trust him and will he end it if I say “no”?

After he’d sent me his link, I read everything. I recognised myself in his posts. The tougher approach: loss of control and punishment (spanking). I also looked at the accounts and recognised myself in two of them.
Accounts: Screwing up and flying lessons.

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.

Especially when he wrote the following:
“We should get to know each other, because I find your bottom exceptionally appealing. I’d love to spank it harshly and relentlessly, so that you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
Something he later proved to be true.

The attached picture showed his instruments of chastisement and much more. It scared me, but also magically attracted me. He just wrote:

“I’d give your bottom a good spanking with that.”

As I’m writing this, I can literally feel his blows on my body again and I want to go back there immediately to give myself up to him.

We wrote to each other when the request for a meeting came in six days ago. I wrote to him that I was free on December 31, 2024 from 1 pm. 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 strokes of his hand hit my now completely exposed ass.

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.” Those words made me tremble inside. Once I reached the bathroom, I had to stand with my face to the wall. I heard him say: “Take your clothes off until you’re naked. ’ Then I had to close my eyes. As I felt his fingers and hands gently on my skin, he asked me if I liked it. I replied, ‘Yes, my Lord.’ He reached for my nipples, twisting and squeezing them, pulling me tightly against him as he did so.

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.

Once I’d finally managed it, I had to lie down on his punishment bench. He tied my hands and pushed my legs further apart. Now he really got going, setting about disciplining Jasmin, the naughty, disobedient girl. With a riding crop, a cane, a paddle and a whip. After a few strokes, I had to say ‘STOP’. He stopped briefly and gave me a short break.

It continued shortly afterwards. I slowly realized how my thoughts, feelings and sense of time were blurring together.

He loosened the chains …

and I had to lie face down on the punishment bench – with my eyes closed. When I felt the heavy blow of the whip on my upper body, I assumed a defensive posture, because I couldn’t bring myself to say ‘no’. He noticed my strong resistance and stopped.

I then followed him into the bedroom.

There I had to lie on my stomach on the bed. I heard the chains again, this time attached to my feet. After many blows, I had to lie on my back. My eyes were open. I heard in a stern tone: ” Close your eyes! Do I have to tell you that again? ” “No,” my voice trembled. At that moment, I felt the first firm pressure on my nipples. But it was over quickly. When he then applied firmer pressure, I felt a much more intense pain in my nipples. Suddenly, he pulled so hard that the pain radiated right down to my groin.

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 vacated. Shortly afterwards I heard footsteps, …

which came back, and I felt a chill on my hot bottom. I could feel 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’d put on the bathrobe and was sitting on the sofa in the living room, he brought me an espresso after asking me a question. He asked me how I was. I told him that my hands were sweaty and that I wasn’t quite in the here and now yet.
He rolled his chair round to face me and said, “You realise that from now on, you’ll need and receive this punishment regularly.” I nodded in agreement. He took the bathrobe between his fingers and squeezed my nipple very tightly.
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After that, I took off my handcuffs and ankle cuffs and asked, “May I get dressed again?” He agreed, and I left the living room with my head bowed and went into the bathroom.

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 had been punished and chastised. I stood on the bus all the way home. When I got home, I 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.

The next morning I sent him a picture as he wanted to see what my bottom looked like. I sent him one and he showed me how proud he was of me – and he still is.

The time afterwards

We write to each other every day and I tell her how I and my bum are getting on. I now have daily and weekly chores, such as doing the washing, which she has to carry out and prove by taking photos. She also has to write reports and keep a diary. Jazz (Jasmin’s equal) asked Jörn how Jasmin should address him in future. The reply was one Jasmin hadn’t expected: “As she’s been reasonable so far, she may call me ‘Sir’. But she’ll be suffering under my rule for a long time to come. She must be aware of that, Jazz.” And yes, I am aware of that.

Sie kann ihrem Herrn vertrauen, dass er bei „ STOP ” eine Pause macht oder bei „ NEIN ” sofort aufhört. Jasmin möchte die Erziehung und Züchtigung in die Hände ihres Herrn geben. Sie weiß, dass sich jede Bestrafung und Züchtigung steigern wird.

Jasmin wants her master to be proud of his sub …

and that he realizes 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.

Intermezzo

At a second meeting, Jasmin was punished very severely for her transgressions.

The first thing she got to feel was the crop bent over very low and fixed on her bottom. Then she was mercilessly chastised on the punishment table.

The final blows on the bed had the following effect on Jasmin.

O-Ton Jasmin:

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 shout “STOP” to stop the blows. There was a short pause before my master continued.

It felt as though there were still many more blows to come, but suddenly everything went quiet. The silence overwhelmed me and a voice inside me said: “Let go at last!” I did so and burst into tears. I let go and my younger self vanished from my thoughts, from my subspace. The traces faded away.

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