A young woman with a most unusual family discovers the joys of bondage, submission, and subspace as she contemplates her future.
This is the sequel to the story Limbless and Pregnant and features many of the same characters. Think of it as Limbless and Pregnant, The Next Generation, Season One. However, limblessness and pregnancy are only minor topics in this particular story. Instead, as its title implies, Deeply Submissive has a heavy BDSM emphasis, especially focusing on domination and submission, subspace, and bondage. But, this story does set the stage for a future third story in the series that will again feature missing limbs and lots of pregnancies.
Go to Limbless and Pregnant, Part 1
Go to Limbless and Pregnant, Part 7 (last part)
Deeply Submissive, Part 1 consists of the following chapters:
Chapter 1 – Background
Jazmyn Farris was a teenager with a most unusual family. She had two moms, one dad, and eleven siblings. The twelve children were all from only three pregnancies, all carried by her mom Bryana. She was the only girl among triplets, born first. Next were quintuplets, born four years later, and then quadruplets, born five years and change after that.
Besides all that, her mom Bryana was completely limbless, having had surgery to remove her arms at the shoulders and her legs just below her hips before Jazmyn was born. Bryana and her other mom Alyssa were identical twin sisters, but not-so-identical anymore, as Alyssa still had all of her limbs. They were different on the inside, too, as Alyssa had had a radical hysterectomy as a teenager and was unable to bear children of her own.
Bryana was married to Jazmyn’s dad Cody, but Alyssa had legally adopted all of Bryana’s twelve children and changed her last name to match Cody’s. Alyssa and Cody also considered themselves married, even though legally they weren’t. Her two moms were totally cool with sharing the same man, but Bryana and her dad shared a bedroom and Alyssa slept alone. All fifteen of them lived together in a big house with lots of bedrooms and bathrooms and a big in-ground pool in the backyard.
Bryana had been a professional surrogate mother in between her natural pregnancies. She had had six surrogate pregnancies where she carried a total of 28 babies that were not genetically hers. She was a living legend in the surrogacy community. But recently, now that she was in her early 40s, she had aged out of being able to do that anymore.
Over the years, Jazmyn had talked to her mom Bryana quite a bit about Bryana’s nine pregnancies resulting in 40 children total. Even as young children, both Bryana and Alyssa had practically obsessed over being pregnant and having lots of children. Bryana told her that as an adult, she practically craved being pregnant, and so she did so as often as possible. Probably not coincidentally, Bryana was a super-ovulator, meaning that she routinely released multiple eggs from her ovaries each month, rather than the one egg that nearly all women do. That accounted for her three natural pregnancies resulting in twelve children.
Jazmyn never could get Bryana to explain why she had had her four limbs amputated, nor would her other relatives tell her why, either. There was never any mention made of a medical reason or a freak accident. Jazmyn had always been most curious about that, but Bryana’s stock answer was that Jazmyn needed to be older before she’d tell her. All Bryana would say was that her limb removal was unrelated to her being a super-ovulator or her craving to be constantly pregnant. Bryana had once said that she might tell Jazmyn about her limb removal when she was 14 or 16 years old, but Jazmyn was now 17 and then some, and she still hadn’t told her.
Jazmyn, too, obsessed over being pregnant and having lots of babies, ever since she was a small child. Her mom Bryana’s many pregnancies had fascinated her, and over the years she had asked her tons of questions. Because they had that in common, Jazmyn and Bryana had a very close relationship. Jazmyn had not really ever felt that she physically craved being pregnant, but Bryana told her it was possible that once she actually had been pregnant once, that craving could very well kick in. Of course, no one knew whether Jazmyn was a super-ovulator like Bryana. She’d only get her answer based on how many babies she was carrying once she did become pregnant the first time.
Because of Jazmyn’s obsession over pregnancies and babies, as well as the possibility that she might be a super-ovulator and might start craving being pregnant one she was for the first time, her parents – all three of them – had always been adamant that she abstain from pre-marital sex, at least during her high school years, and that she get on birth control should she get into a relationship, just in case. They pointed to the example Bryana set; while she was sexually active well before marriage, she didn’t get pregnant the first time until she was married and 25 years old. Of course, they didn’t mention that Bryana, and for that matter Alyssa, had first become sexually active during high school.
But as much as Jazmyn wanted to become pregnant and have children, she wasn’t stupid, and she understood that becoming an unwed, pregnant, high school student was something to be avoided. On the other hand, Jazmyn had decided against going to college. If she were going to have lots of babies, she’d almost certainly be a stay-home mom, and a college education would be pointless. Plus, there would be no pressure to wait until she finished her education this way. She would be free to marry and get pregnant as soon as she finished high school if she so desired. The only thing currently preventing that was that she didn’t have a boyfriend. But that might be just as well; someone her own age wouldn’t be in a position to earn enough to support a family anyway.
Jazmyn decided to press the issue about what had happened to Mama Bryana’s limbs. Certainly she was old enough to hear about it by now. But Bryana wouldn’t budge. She told Jazmyn she’d tell her all about it when she was 18 years old, and not a day before. But the good news was that was now only a few months away.
Of course, being a triplet, Jazmyn shared a birthday with her two brothers Ian and Kaden, and this one being their 18th, it was a pretty big deal. Their birthday happened to be in June, and it fell on a Saturday that year. It would be a combined birthday and high school graduation celebration, and her family had a big party planned, with lots of their friends and relatives invited. It would certainly be well-attended since her family had that swimming pool.
As a result, there was no opportunity for Jazmyn to ask about Bryana’s missing limbs that day. But she had no intention of putting it off any longer. The following day, Sunday, Jazmyn was determined to finally learn the secret, and she would no longer take no for an answer.
Chapter 2 – The family secret
Bryana figured as much, that Jazmyn would insist on knowing her secret that day. She therefore had made a plan. Bryana wanted to be able to talk to Jazmyn privately about it, and as she well knew, privacy was rather elusive in a household of 15. So on Sunday, when Jazmyn whispered to her that she wanted to hear the secret and hear it that day, Bryana told her, “Okay, Jazzie, I’ll tell you, but not here. There are too many little ears that aren’t ready to hear it yet. Let’s go to my parents’ house, and I’ll tell you there.”
So Jazmyn drove her Mama Bryana in her wheelchair-accessible van to her grandparents’ house. When they arrived, her grandmother met them at the door and welcomed them in. Her grandfather was out golfing and would be gone for at least several more hours. Grandma offered them refreshments, and then they went into the living room and sat down. Apparently “privately” didn’t exclude Grandma.
Bryana then started explaining. “Now that you’ve turned eighteen and graduated from high school, there’s no reason to keep this from you any longer. By the way, congratulations again on accomplishing both, and especially without getting pregnant.” Jazmyn rolled her eyes at that last part, which didn’t get by Bryana. “I mean it, because I know you inherited your obsession with pregnancy from me, and there’s a good chance you also inherited a high sex drive from me as well. You just really haven’t had an opportunity to find out yet, which is a good thing. Those two combined are a recipe for disaster for a high school student.
“I’ve never told you this before, either one of you, actually, but I was sexually active in high school. It’s a miracle that I didn’t get pregnant then. I’m so glad you didn’t tempt fate like I did, Jazzie.” Bryana’s mother Giselle felt the need to reply to that. “You may not have told me, Bryana, but I knew. If you recall, I was the one who insisted that you get on birth control,” she said.
Jazmyn was becoming impatient. “What about your limbs, Mama?” she asked. “I’m getting to that, but I’m telling you the whole story, so please bear with me,” Bryana replied.
“Besides really enjoying sex, I soon discovered that I especially enjoyed it if I was helpless and unable to resist. That meant being tied up or put in handcuffs or something. But if you’re going to do that safely, you really, really have to be able to completely trust your partner. You need ground rules and safe words and you have to know that your partner will respect them. That’s not something that happens overnight. It takes time to develop that level of trust with someone.
“But anyway, it gradually evolved to where I could no longer achieve an orgasm unless I was restrained and defenseless. And it continued to evolve where I wanted to be in restraints even when I wasn’t having sex. By then I was in a relationship with your father. I just loved being tied up or handcuffed or in even more extreme forms of bondage, as much and as often as I could be. I can’t explain why. But it’s not possible to do that safely or comfortably for very long. Eventually I realized what I really wanted was to be permanently in bondage, if there was some way to do that. Your father was completely into having me in bondage as well. Now, I know thinking about your parents having sex is icky, and especially kinky sex, but you need this background information in order to understand the story.
“I came to the realization that having my arms and legs removed would essentially be the same as being in permanent bondage. I would be unable to do anything on my own. I would be completely helpless and defenseless, and your father would be free to do whatever he wanted to me, as often as he wanted, and there was nothing I could do to stop him, not that I wanted to. I desperately wanted that, and he was up to the job of having to completely take care of me for the rest of our lives together. And so we found a way to make it happen. I voluntarily had… no, I eagerly had all of my limbs surgically removed. And I’ve never regretted doing it for even a second. I love being this way! Limbless sex is the best sex ever, at least I think so, anyway.”
Bryana paused to let all of that sink in. Jazmyn looked pretty overwhelmed. She asked, “Why are you telling me all of this in front of Grandma?” “Because she already knows all of it, and I wanted you to know that you can talk about this with her as well as me if you want,” Bryana replied. “Your grandparents are also very much into bondage sex, or at least they were.” Giselle interjected. “I also wanted to be made limbless when I was a young woman, but I could never figure out how to do it. Then when your two moms were born, I knew I never could, because they needed me to care for them. But I was proud of Bryana for being persistent and finding a way to live her dream. Oh, and by the way, Bryana, we still are into it,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
Bryana then continued. “As you already know, Jazzie, I also wanted to be pregnant as much as possible. The problem was that I knew I couldn’t do both. I couldn’t very well take care of babies if I were limbless. That’s what Grandma also realized about herself. The only reason I was able to become a limbless baby factory was because of Alyssa. She couldn’t get pregnant, but she still wanted lots of children. So we worked out a deal: I would make the babies and she would raise them. In a way, I was a surrogate mother for Alyssa by giving birth to the twelve of you, except that I also provided the eggs, and I remained in your lives. It was a bonus that we’re identical twins, because just going by your DNA, there’s no way anyone could tell whether she’s your biological mother or I am.”
Bryana decided she has shared enough, unless Jazmyn had any questions. Jazmyn appeared to be even more overwhelmed by all of this intimate information about her parents and even her grandparents. She said nothing for a minute or two. Then she said, “I understand now why you put off telling me this for so long. I’m sorry I was so persistent.”
“Too much information?” Bryana asked. “It’s a lot to process, for sure,” replied Jazmyn. “I guess I deserved it, being such a pest about it.”
“Do you have any questions?” asked Bryana. “I don’t think so, at least not right now. I’m just trying to get my head around all of this, said Jazmyn. “About the whole bondage thing. I always thought bondage was about men abusing and raping women. But both of you are telling me that you enjoyed it, so much so that you wanted to be in permanent bondage.”
Giselle replied to this. “Bondage, if done right, is always completely consensual. But as your mother explained, it requires a very high level of trust in your partner, because once you’re bound, you can’t physically stop him or get away. It could easily become abuse or rape if your partner isn’t trustworthy. And in Bryana’s case, she also had to know she could trust your father to completely care for all of her physical needs as well, for the rest of her life. She can’t even eat or use the bathroom without help. But you’d be surprised how many women find bondage sex far more pleasurable than vanilla sex. I don’t claim to understand the psychology behind it; I just know that it’s true.”
“What’s vanilla sex?” asked Jazmyn. “It just means regular, non-bondage sex,” Giselle explained. “Just like vanilla ice cream, it’s good, but kind of plain and boring compared to the other kinds.”
“Thank you both for baring your souls and sharing this with me,” Jazmyn said. “Just when I think I know everything, I discover how little I really do know. This has been a real eye-opener, and I have a lot to think about now.”
Chapter 3 – Adulting
But Jazmyn had more pressing things to think about, such as finding a job, since she wasn’t going to college. Neither were her two brothers, but they already had their careers planned out. Ian would soon start training to be a paramedic, and Kaden had joined the Air Force and would be heading off to boot camp shortly.
Her Mama Bryana and father had both worked in a coffee shop, which is where they met. Alyssa, whom she simply called Mom, had worked in a daycare center. Jazmyn considered other possibilities, too, such as a fast food restaurant and an online order fulfillment center. But part of her motive for working was to find a boyfriend, maybe even one several years older than her who had money to support a family. Among her options, she figured the best place to meet someone like that was in an upscale coffee shop.
More out of nostalgia than any other reason, Jazmyn applied at the location where her parents had worked. Bryana had only been there a relatively short time, but her father had managed that coffee shop for a good number of years. She filled out the online application, and in less than 24 hours, she received a text asking her to come to the coffee shop for an in-person interview. She worked out with the person sending the text to come in the following day. She excitedly told her dad that she had an interview at his old store the following day.
“I think Jay Nguyen is still the manager there,” her dad Cody told her. “He was fairly new barista when I left. I bet he contacted you so quickly because he recognized your last name.” “I thought maybe it was because of my excellent qualifications and extensive experience,” Jazmyn said tongue-in-cheek. “But if my last name opens doors for me, that’s okay, too.” “Well, say hi to Jay for me, and do the Farris name proud,” Cody said. “I will, Dad,” replied Jazmyn.
It turned out that Jay was still the manager and he did call Jazmyn in for an interview because of her last name. He couldn’t recall Cody’s kids’ names, but he knew she had to be about the right age. He was pleased to discover his hunch was correct. He was also pleased to learn that Jazmyn already knew a lot about making specialty coffees, no doubt something she had picked up from her dad along the way. He hired Jazmyn on the spot.
Jazmyn quickly proved herself as a competent, efficient, and popular barista. She quickly made friends with her coworkers and got to know the regular customers. She even learned which regulars always ordered the same thing every time and what that was. She’d start preparing their beverages before they even got in the door, just based on seeing their cars pull into the parking lot, and they appreciated the fast service.
About a year and a half later, Jazmyn moved away from home and got an apartment with two of her coworkers.
Occasionally Jazmyn would date a coworker or a customer, sometimes multiple times. But nothing ever really clicked with any of them. Sometimes she wasn’t into them, sometimes they weren’t into her, and sometimes it was mutual. She began to realize the flaw in her plan of finding a man with money by working in a coffee shop. Nearly all such men had college degrees, and they usually wanted a woman who was also college educated, who was their peer both in education and social status. The men who were interested in her were mostly those with little or no college, little money, and often no real prospects for a successful future. Those kinds of guys didn’t interest her in the least. She intended to have too many children to be able to hold down a paying job herself, so she needed a man who could support them all.
Jazmyn decided to put herself on a few online dating sites to see if she had better luck there. Unfortunately, it was the same situation. She was a bit overweight, and not hot enough to attract guys who were successful or on a fast track to success based solely on her looks, and neither did she have the education they were wanting. And she just wasn’t interested in the guys who weren’t.
Meanwhile, Jazmyn really started thinking hard about what kind of a future she wanted for herself, especially in light of the future that Mama Bryana had created for herself. She recognized that they had much in common regarding the burning desire to be pregnant, but did they have more than that in common? Was Jazmyn a super-ovulator like Bryana, where every pregnancy would involve multiple babies? There was no way to know. Was she up for raising a large number of kids? She thought so; after all, she had nine younger siblings that she had had a big role in raising.
What about the bondage thing her parents and grandparents were so much into? Jazmyn was still a virgin, so she didn’t even know for certain how much she’d enjoy regular sex, let alone anything kinky. Would she enjoy bondage as much as her mother and grandmother, where she’d want to have her limbs removed so she’d be in permanent bondage? And if so, how could she possibly do that and also raise her children? She didn’t have an Alyssa in her life who could raise her kids for her.
Jazmyn did pleasure herself fairly regularly; she might be a virgin but she wasn’t a prude. She decided she needed to see if being bound enhanced the experience. But she couldn’t figure out how she could possibly bind herself, pleasure herself, and then free herself without help from someone. No way did she want to involve her roommates in that.
As weird as it would certainly be, Jazmyn concluded that she needed to ask Mama Bryana about self-bondage. She worked out a time when they were both free and her roommates would be at work, and she brought Bryana back to her apartment so they could talk privately. Jazmyn said to her, “Mama, I’ve been wanting to try out bondage for a while now to see if I like it, but I don’t have a partner to do it with. I was thinking maybe I should try it by myself, but I have no idea how to go about doing that. I figured if anyone knew about it, it would probably be you.”
Bryana chuckled. She had become very proficient at self-bondage back in the day. Jazmyn asked, “What’s so funny, Mama?” “It’s just that you have me all figured out, Jazzie,” Bryana replied. “Before I met your father, I engaged in self-bondage all the time. Actually, even after I met him, when he wasn’t around or when I knew he’d be coming home soon and I wanted him to find me that way.”
Jazmyn looked relieved. “So you can help me, then,” she said, more as a statement than a question. “I’m glad. As weird as it is asking my own mother about bondage techniques, you and Grandma are the only ones I know who would understand. I’m not ready for this to get out yet. I don’t even know if I’ll like it.”
Bryana laughed again. “You do know there’s this wonderful thing called the internet, don’t you? You can research any subject under the sun without anyone else knowing.” Jazmyn also laughed. “I know, Mama, but I didn’t want to start getting online ads for bondage gear just because I did a search.” Bryana replied, “Well, you can improvise bondage gear if you have a partner. But if you’re going to do it on your own, you really need the real thing. You’ll need things like ice locks and timer locks. So if you really want to try it, you’re going to have to buy some gear anyway.”
“Don’t you have any of that stuff, Mama?” Jazmyn asked. “No, honey, it’s long gone. Once I had my amputations, there was no use for most of my bondage gear anymore. There’s not much of me left that could be bound. Now, I’ll be happy to help you pick out what you’ll need if you’d like.” “Yes, Mama, I’d like that very much,” Jazmyn replied.
So Jazmyn got online and Bryana helped her find and pick out what she’d need for a self-bondage starter set. “When your order arrives and you’re ready to try it out, let me know if you want my help learning how to use it,” Bryana told her daughter. “Thank you, Mama. I probably will,” replied Jazmyn.
When the shipment arrived, Jazmyn opened it up and tried in vain to figure it out for herself. The last thing she wanted to do was to get herself locked up and unable to escape, and as a bondage noob, that’s exactly what she was afraid would happen if she didn’t get some help. She texted Mama Bryana and asked her to call her back when she had some privacy. Bryana called and they worked out a day and time to meet.
When they got together again, Bryana patiently explained what each item did, how to put it on, and in what order to put them on, as Jazmyn practiced. Bryana explained how each of the locks worked, how to lock them, and especially how to unlock them. “Are you feeling any anxiety having that gear on, Jazzie?” her mother asked. Jazmyn replied negatively. Bryana asked, “Do you think you’re ready to try locking yourself in with a timer lock? You can set it for however short a time you want, just for practice.” Jazmyn replied, “I think so, as long as you watch me and make sure I’m doing it right. Why don’t we try five minutes to start out?”
Bryana answered, “I was going to suggest one or two minutes the first time, but five minutes is okay, too, as long as you’re not anxious about it before you start. Five minutes can be an eternity if you’re having a panic attack. I don’t want your first experience to be a bad one.” “I’ll be okay, Mama. I want to do it for five minutes,” replied Jazmyn. “Okay, five minutes it is,” said Bryana. “The critical thing to remember is, this isn’t a microwave timer. You can’t enter seconds, only minutes and hours. If you enter 5-0-0, that’s not five minutes; it’s five hours.”
Under Bryana’s watchful eye, Jazmyn set the timer for five minutes, got into the gear she wanted to try out, and locked herself in. Then she looked at her mother. “Now what?” she asked. Bryana replied, “Now you experience being completely restrained for five minutes. You might try struggling to get out of it to enhance the effect.” Jazmyn really didn’t feel anything one way or the other just sitting there while bound, but when she tried to get out of the restraints, unsuccessfully of course, she found it strangely arousing. “I see what you mean,” she told her mother. “I’m starting to get turned on.”
The five minutes went by quickly, but Jazmyn was fairly horny by the time the lock released. However, she knew she couldn’t do anything about it with her mother there. Bryana read her mind, though. “If you want to excuse yourself to go finish yourself off, be my guest,” she told her daughter. “I understand completely.” “It’s okay, Mama,” replied Jazmyn. “I won’t do that to you.”
Bryana told her, “I think we can declare your introductory session to be a success. You’ll have a lot of fun with this, I’m sure. Besides setting the timer for a longer time, I’d suggest trying it with a lot less clothing on, with the ball gag in, while blindfolded, and in various positions. Maybe not all at once, though. And then there’s the ice lock. You won’t be able to get out of the restraints until the ice melts, and at least at first, you won’t know how long that’ll take. When you want to really have fun, strap your vibrator to your upper thigh, position it strategically, and turn it on just before you lock yourself in.”
Jazmyn already knew she was going to have fun, too. She couldn’t wait to try it out on her own.
Chapter 4 – Fully committed
Over the next few months, Jazmyn tried out all kinds of different ways to put herself in bondage and nearly all of them she found to be quite arousing, some more than others. It wasn’t nearly as easy for her to orgasm without being bound any more, or as intense when she did, as it was when she was in restraints and unable to get free. She realized that she was fully committed to the bondage lifestyle, just like her mother and grandmother before her.
A big reason why Jazmyn had wanted to find out whether she enjoyed bondage was because of her lack of success at getting into a relationship. Her thinking was that if she did in fact like being bound, and she put that on her dating profile, it might attract guys who might have otherwise swiped left. On the other hand, she realized that it might also attract the wrong kind of guys as well – the ones who might not respect her boundaries and take advantage of her. She knew she would have to be very careful.
Now that she knew that she not only enjoyed it, she strongly preferred it, she was no longer willing to date a guy who wasn’t also into bondage. She decided her best strategy was to create a profile on a bondage-specific dating site. A feature of the site she chose was that submissive members who had actually been on dates or in relationships with dominant members could rate them on how safe they felt with them, both in general and when they’d had bondage sessions together. Jazmyn correctly realized that this feature would effectively weed out many of the bad actors.
To her delight, Jazmyn’s profile on the bondage site began generating interest almost immediately. She didn’t respond to any requests for several days, just allowing the pool of potential suitors to grow enough so that she could afford to be choosy. Ultimately, Jazmyn narrowed it down to three guys in particular who checked all the right boxes and whom she found attractive: Ethan, Tim, and Victor. She arranged to meet all three.
Ethan was okay, but nothing special. He was cute, but he seemed a bit too passive and tentative to be an effective dominant. Jazmyn got the impression he was pretty new to bondage, perhaps brand new, despite his positive rating.
Tim said all the right things, but the way he looked at her really creeped her out. If he had worn glasses, he would have been peering over them at her the entire time. She didn’t think she saw him blink once. Alarm bells were going off in her head the entire time she was with him. When she got in the Uber to go home, she had the driver make lots of unnecessary turns and she kept looking behind to make sure they weren’t being followed.
Victor, however, had Jazmyn’s heart aflutter from the moment she laid eyes on him. The way he walked and carried himself and looked at her just exuded strength and confidence in a good way. Strength that was under control, and confidence that wasn’t cocky or macho, but rather was earned through experience. He was on the shorter side for a guy, five foot eight according to his profile, but still several inches taller than Jazmyn. He was trim and muscular and obviously worked out. He came across as someone you definitely did not want to pick a fight with. But it was his eyes and smile that she found most attractive. The way he smiled and looked at her, she felt safe and protected and respected and valued.
Victor Alvarez was Puerto Rican, had served in the Marine Corps for four years, and just recently completed a bachelor’s degree in business, in finance, specifically. He had already started a job with a major investment company that had been offered to him well before he graduated. He was 26 years old, while Jazmyn was now 21, and while he wasn’t yet loaded with money, she could see that he had a bright future ahead of him.
During dinner, Jazmyn asked him about how he had gotten into bondage. He told her while in high school, he and his then-girlfriend had first tried it together and found that they both loved it. He’d dabbled in it off and on ever since, because not every girlfriend he’d had since then would participate. Recently, he decided that a girl not willing to let him bind her was a deal breaker for him. His most recent girlfriend had been dropping hints about wanting him to propose to her, but she had tried bondage and didn’t like it, and she wouldn’t let him do it to her. He decided he couldn’t be happy being married to someone like that, and had instead broken up with her. Only after that had he created his profile on the bondage dating site.
Jazmyn shared only selected bits of her own story with Victor. She simply told him that she had discovered only a few years ago that both her parents and her mother’s parents were bondage enthusiasts, and that her parents in particular had been very deeply into the lifestyle practically since they began dating each other. She had not yet been in a relationship with another bondage aficionado, but out of curiosity she began indulging in self-bondage, and found that she enjoyed it so much that she would now only consider dating someone who was a bondage topper (the one doing the binding).
Jazmyn figured she had nothing to lose by asking Victor what he thought about having children. He shared that he was the third of eight children in his family, and that he hoped to also have a large family himself someday. She replied that she was the second of twelve children in her own family and felt the same way. Jazmyn was pleasantly surprised, and encouraged, to find out that they also had that in common.
Victor was nothing but charming that evening. He was a perfect gentleman in every regard, but not from a position of weakness where he deferred to her like many men, but rather from a position of strength, where he chose to treat her with respect and honor. Jazmyn felt completely comfortable letting Victor drive her home and giving him her phone number. She even let him kiss her goodnight. But she didn’t let him come in or do anything more, as a test to see whether he would respect her boundaries. He passed with flying colors. She immediately got a prescription for birth control pills.
Chapter 5 – Victor
Over the course of the next several weeks, Jazmyn and Victor continued to date and to gradually become more intimate. She continued to think of him as highly as she did on that first date, perhaps even more so, as he never wavered from being the man he had been that evening. He always treated her with utmost respect and always observed without question whatever limits she had established.
They had reached the point where the next step in their physical relationship would be to have intercourse, or for her to let him put her in restraints, or both. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. She was still a virgin. She didn’t think either of them would particularly enjoy vanilla sex. But she wasn’t sure about having sex for the first time while bound and completely at the mercy of someone she’d only recently started seeing. She realized she was going to have to talk it out with Victor.
The next time they were together, Jazmyn explained her situation and her dilemma to Victor. He replied, “We could try having vanilla sex without you being bound, but you’re right; I don’t think it’ll be that great for either of us. I think you deserve to have your first time be much more memorable than that, but I understand your reluctance. I want you to be able to trust me implicitly. Trust is absolutely critical in a bondage or Dom/sub relationship, and I realize we’re not quite there yet. So I propose we do this: Let’s try some bondage sessions where sex is completely off the table. It’ll be a hard limit for now. You can decide how bound you’re willing to be and what you’re willing to let me do, and I’ll respect that. If you can trust me enough to try that, and I prove to you that I’m trustworthy, then maybe you’ll be more comfortable with having sex while I have you in restraints.”
Jazmyn was willing to give that a try, even though it did require a high level of trust. Victor was either going to rape her or prove himself trustworthy, but she knew deep in her heart that he’d do the latter. She agreed to let him lightly restrain her, enough so that she couldn’t stop him from going too far, and to permit him to stimulate her manually, orally, or both to bring her to climax.
Victor then asked what he would get out this session. Jazmyn realized that she hadn’t thought about satisfying him; only herself. She agreed that she would return the favor, and either give him a hand job or a blowjob. She’d never done either before, but she’d do her best. Victor said he preferred a blowjob, but wanted to know in advance whether she was willing to swallow. She wasn’t sure. He said he would consider that to be a soft limit for now, and he’d ask her again when the time came.
And so they proceeded. Victor attached a spreader bar to Jazmyn’s ankles so that her legs would be spread wide, and then he handcuffed her behind her back. He then engaged in foreplay, fondling her breasts and kissing her passionately. He expertly massaged her clit and inserted his fingers into her wet and willing pussy and found her g-spot. Jazmyn quickly was brought to an intense orgasm. As she came down from that, she decided that she was in fact ready for intercourse after all, and gave him permission to bone her. But Victor refused. He said he needed her to know that she could completely trust him to respect her limits, and so he would abide by their original agreement.
Victor then unfastened the spreader bar and helped Jazmyn move to a kneeling position on the floor facing him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her, so she’d only be able to use her mouth to stimulate him. Knowing she’d never done this before, he coached her through it, and Jazmyn was a quick study. Before long, it was time to ask her again whether she wanted to swallow, spit, or have him pull out beforehand. She indicated by nodding and shaking her head to his questions that she would swallow. She thought it was the least she could do since he insisted on honoring their original agreement.
Jazmyn was surprised both by the force of Victor’s ejaculation and the taste of his cum. He couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction; he could tell she had a mouthful and didn’t know what to do with it. He said to her, “If you’re trying to get rid of it quickly, it’s actually faster to swallow than to spit. She heeded his advice as he pulled out and got up to bring her a drink of water from the bathroom. He offered her the drink and held the cup for her. Before she drank it all, she returned to his dick and licked him clean, and only then finished the water.
Victor then helped Jazmyn back onto the bed, and he held close and cuddled with her and kissed her face and neck while she was still handcuffed. “So what do you think?” he asked her. “That’s the first time someone else has ever brought me to an orgasm. You did great,” she said. “I’m sure I enjoyed it more being in restraints than I would have otherwise. You’ve convinced me to lose my virginity to you while you have me restrained. You can do that now if you want.”
“No, not today, but thanks,” Victor replied. “We’re still operating under the original agreement, and I don’t think now is the time to expand it. It may be your libido saying that, rather than your brain. Next time, before we start and while your head is clear, you can decide if that’s still what you want.”
“Thank you for keeping your word, Victor, even with me encouraging you to do otherwise. You don’t know how much that means to me,” Jazmyn said to him. “How was the fellatio?” “Not bad at all,” Victor replied. “You did quite well for a first-timer. Much better than I was expecting. What did you think of it?” Jazmyn responded, “It was… interesting. I really didn’t know what to expect.” “Would you do it again?” Victor asked. “For you, absolutely. Any time you want, and I really mean that,” she said.
“Would you like me to take off the handcuffs now?” Victor asked. “Not yet,” replied Jazmyn. “I’d just like to stay here the way we are for a while, while you hold me close.”
The next time the two were intimate, Jazmyn insisted she was ready for Victor to deflower her. He advised her that the first time could be a bit painful, and that she might bleed a little. Jazmyn replied that she had heard that as well, but she didn’t care. He recommended that they do it doggy-style the first time, which was all the same to her. He had her put on a yoke, and he first secured the neck opening and then the wrist openings at the two ends. He had her then lay face down on the bed with her ass in the air. Finally, he again attached the ends of the spreader bar to her ankles.
Victor then proceeded to warm Jazmyn up, caressing her dangling boobs and teasing her nether region with his fingers. He could feel her getting juicy, and she moaned as she wiggled her ass. “Don’t come until I’m inside,” he instructed her. He then increased the intensity of the foreplay, and not long later she told him, “You’d better hurry up and start pounding me; I’m not going to last much longer.” Victor wasted no time in doing just that. Jazmyn made a quick yelp of pain, but then immediately resumed moaning and grinding. She reached orgasm, one of her better ones, just as Victor unloaded into her. Well, into his condom, anyway.
“That was nice,” Jazmyn said after he pulled out. “You can do that to me anytime.” “I just might take you up on that,” replied Victor, teasingly.