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The Divine Mistress Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Sssss,” I whisper to you, like sound of serpent in your ear. You are asleep amid the sumptuous satin sheets and velvet comforter on my big canopy bed. You begin to awake as you always do–your body naked, spread-eagle on your stomach. You begin to stretch. But wait, there is something not quite right this time. You try to move but you cannot. You are bound tightly by the wrists and ankles to the mahogany bedposts. “What?” you say to me, still sleepy, still not sure what is happening. “What?” I echo, a cruel smile playing upon my crimson lips. “What are you doing, Jasmine,” you say as you begin to realize what is happening. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I am playing with you,” I answer, moving closer to you but not so close that you can touch me. “Like cat with little mouse.”

 The bed shakes as you try to free yourself.

“This isn’t funny,” you say, a hint of desperation beginning to creep into your voice. “Untie me. The joke is over.”

“Oh darling,” I say, taking the whip and stroking it over your body teasingly, the cruel smile still upon my lips, my eyes dancing with sadistic pleasure .

“I am not trying to be funny. And as you will see, the joke, it has not even begun.”

With that I raise the whip and bring it down hard upon your torso.

You cry out in pain. You still cannot quite believe what is happening to you. You begin to fight me in earnest now but you are helpless.

You are completely at my mercy and for now, at least, I intend to give you none of it. You begin to hurl angry words at me. I am a bitch. I am a mad whore. Oh the list it goes on but each time you say something I do not like, I respond with a sharp, hard flick of the whip.

You are not a smart man. That was never where your attraction lay for me, no. I simply wanted your big granite hard cock inside me. I simply enjoyed the feel of your body beneath mine as I fucked you. I simply enjoyed hearing you moan my name in ecstasy.

So no, you are not smart. But with each new insult you hurl at me, I respond with yet another hard smack from the whip. It is a law of physics, you see darling. For every action, there is equal and opposite reaction. So now you begin to understand and now you shut your stupid fucking mouth and begin to behave like a proper little slave.

I climb on top of you. I am wearing a long black gown made of silk and fine lace, thigh high stockings and high heels. You on the other hand, are naked and powerless.

I slide across the bed toward you and straddle you, I straddle the cock that I have so recently tortured. The silk of my gown slides against your whipped skin.

I lean in close toward you and whisper in your ear.

“Do you remember when we first fucked?” I say. “Do you remember how you craved me and only me and all I could give you?”

“Yes,” you whisper, half with fear, half with desire.

“And do you remember how we fucked that night, here on this bed and how you pinched and sucked my nipples until I squirmed and moaned? Until I could not wait any longer and then how I begged you shove that big cock of yours inside me, to take me then and there? Do you remember how hot it was?”

“Yes,” you say again. “Of course I remember.”

I put my mouth upon yours for a moment and your tongue touches mine for an instant before I pull away.

I take your nipples between my fingers and pinch them. I pinch them so hard that it hurts and you whimper.

“Stop,”you say. “Please stop, Jasmine.”

I press my breasts against you, my pussy against your cock. I pull myself upward over your body.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you,” I laugh. “You want to fuck me again, even now that I have done this to you. Even now, when I have beaten you, tortured you. You want to fuck me now more than ever before. Yes, it is true. How pathetic.”

My hand comes down on your cock and balls hard. You buck for the pain, my love, yes the pain it is intense.

“You cock is hard, isn’t it ?” I say, my voice soft and sweet as saccharine.

You are silent. You do not have to answer. I can feel your cock hard beneath my silk panties, beneath my pussy. Your cock is hard and pulsing. I squeeze it and it pulses even harder with desire.

“You are my bitch, now,” I tell you. “Yes, you are Jasmine’s bitch.”

Your cock is traitorous. It has a mind of its own, yes. It wants me even though you are so furiously angry. Perhaps your anger even adds to your desire.

But the best is left to come.

I pull out the bottle of lubrication from my bedside table and pour some onto my hand. Then I reach behind and underneath you and spread it on your ass.

“What are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing.”

“Jasmine, stop. No. Don’t.”

Again I laugh  wickedly. How I enjoy seeing you thus! Your beautiful muscular body naked and bound and you, helpless, afraid and entirely under my power.

After I lube you up, I slide my fingers along your asshole, even as you clench up in a vain attempt to resist me. And yes, darling, your cock is still hard as I force my fingers into your tight hole.

You howl with pain. I am not gentle. No, I am not gentle at all. That would defeat my purpose. My purpose is to humiliate you, to cause you pain, both mental and physical.

I stop for a moment and take a long sip of red wine as I survey you with satisfaction.

Then I pick up the big dildo, the instrument with which I intend to torture you with further. I shove it into you and again you howl with pain.

You squirm beneath my cruel hand but I do not cease my assault.

“What am I doing?” I say in answer to your strangled question.

“I am making you my bitch. I am reminding you of the balance of power within our–relationship. You are the slave, you are my fuck toy, worthless save only that you please me in various ways. And this is one of the ways in which you please me. Because it amuses me to see you squirm in pain beneath my hand.”   I give your ass another hard thrust and then I take your cock, your hard cock in my hand and give it a few strokes.

“Yes, this is what it is to belong to me, darling,” I say. “This is what it is to be my bitch. This is what it is to love me. And you do love me. No, do not bother to answer. Is not a question. You love me with slavish devotion. You will do anything I bid you do. This is how I will fuck you whenever it pleases me to do so. And whether you cum? That is up to me. If I am benevolent, then the answer may be yes. But then again, it might be no. It is all up to me. And you are going to beg for it. Yes. You are going to beg for it over and over again.”

And so you do. You begin to beg. “Please,” you say. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please Jasmine, let me cum.”

“You will from now on address me as Mistress Jasmine. Either that or simply Goddess. I am not particular as to which, really. But you will beg very prettily. You will whimper and beg. You will writhe in pain. You will degrade yourself before me. And then you will thank me for it. Do you understand, slave?

“Yes, Mistress,” you moan, panting with pain and desire. “Please let me cum, Mistress. Please.”

“Again,” I say, thrusting the big dildo into your ass again, harder and harder.

“Please, Mistress. Please,” you beg again and I laugh at the spectacle of it all.

And then I give you my belated New Years present. I take your cock into my hand again and the moment I touch it, you explode in orgasm. You shudder and cry out as the hot loads of your cum spurt out, soaking the satin sheets of my bed.

Yes, this is what it is like to belong to me, to be my bitch. It is different than anything you have ever known. It is stranger than anything you have ever known.

And it is far, far better than anything you will ever know.

Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

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