Thread: Roses and Jasmine (Victorian and Whisp)

Jasmine wished she had never set her hair up, at least if it was hanging loose she could have used it to hide behind. She knew her cheeks were probably glowing with heat once the Professor had started up his tutorial on mating rituals, not to mention the heat accumulating elsewhere. The fact that these girls were practically put into a forced state of desire was barbaric, but that didnt lessen her curiosity or her own unwanted excitement. The unusual emotions and cravings she had felt awakening, were one of the main reasons her studies had gone in their current direction. The asphyxiation, cutting and bleeding, especially the bleeding, did in reality scare her senseless...but the fact was, this fear heightened the increase the need to find out more. Men bidding and fighting for a girl...gods. She knew what was going to fill her dreams tonight, and she was relatively sure who would be starring in them as well. Jasmine dragged her full bottom lip through her teeth, trying to regain her composure. She moved a little restlessly in the heavy leather chair, shuffling her feet to try and relieve a little of the tension and yes, frustration, budding deep within her core. The Professor really wasnt helping her remain unmoved by their topic of choice. His deep voice filled the office, strength and raw masculinity resonated in Jazs ears with every word. She was completely appalled with her own reaction to the information the professor was giving her. She knew it was a terrible fate for a young girl with absolutely no experience, and the fact that if the girl held off and denied all the men of the tribe, they just repeated the entire process the following month, was just savagery. Jasmine had missed one or two sentences by the time she finally pulled herself together again. She knew her pulse was racing and she was fighting to keep her breathing normal, to stay composed, hoping beyond hope that the man talking so nonchalantly wasnt paying attention to her at all. He was moving on to the instruments on the desk now and Jasmine wondered if a person could die from embarrassment. Crossing her legs, she fiddled with the zipper on her bag and tried to focus on his words. Nipple clamps, collar, vibrator...each new instrument caused images to flash in her head. By the time he made it to the picture of the cross, she wasnt sure what to do with herself or how she was going to respond to him. When he sat back in his chair, waiting for her input, Jasmine reached forward and let her fingers hover above each item on the desk, giving herself some extra time. Even though she had been flustered and her thoughts were distracted, her mind had followed her usual pattern and subconsciously she had a list of questions ready. Fetishes and fantasies with white women? Ive never read anything about these...where did you hear about these? Have you been to the mountains and heard about the rituals...SEEN them? And the leaves...have you tried them? Do you think they only work on the girls because of their beliefs or have you tried those? And the bleeding...I dont understand, what exactly do they do? Jasmine rattled off more questions, barely taking time to breath, needing to get all of her questions answered and finally having seemed to find the one person able to fill in some gaps. Do the mothers of the girls protest the rituals? And bidding...what kind of bidding? Who is it that receives the payment? She suddenly needed to take a breath and realized she had been babbling, firing off question after question without giving him a chance to answer any of them. Gods, I am so sorry Professor. I didnt mean to go off like that. Its just...Ive been looking at this for months...and.. she shrugged her one shoulder and took a deep breath. Anyway...ya, Im very sorry. I just really need to...ya...I have no idea why this has become such an obsession.. the last bit she mumbled more to herself than the handsome man across the desk. I thank you for your help, but I should probably get going. It was great to meet you professor. Jasmine stood up and once again held out her hand, she figured if this was the last time she was going to be able to see him she might as well get a last cheap thrill, and his strong hand enveloping hers in a firm shake had been more than a little nice. Have a wonderful night Sir, I hope I didnt take up too much of your time.