Mistress Jasmine Made Me a Slave
Keywords: Me, Jasmine, Made, a, Mistress, Slave,
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Since long I haven't written a story so maybe I am a little rusty but I hope you enjoy it anyway. There are some autobiographic parts in it but most is fantasy, which part is real and which is fantasy I leave to you. Like any other author I do love comments too, whether they are good or bad. So please leave some words of praise or critics. Those critics which help me to become a better author are the best.
I should have been honest. I mean I should have known that lies have short legs and now they had caught up with me. The worst was I had not only lost my place in my bed but had also lost my place with my wife. Somebody else occupied these places now. Let me tell you how everything went.
More than 11 years ago I married my wife when I visited Thailand and fell in love with her. We had a good life because she was very wealthy. She is a Thai, and a very beautiful woman. Her family has a military background. Well, to cut things short. Some members were involved in the coup d´Etat some months ago. Then somebody had approached her and talked with her in private. When he left she talked to me and dropped the bomb.
"Honey, we are going to Germany. I have been named Ambassador to Berlin. I am supposed to calm down the Government."
Looking at her striking beauty I knew what the militaries had in mind. Our moving from Thailand went very quick and since then I had been moving around high society like others drinking a glass of wine.
Our marriage until the point of moving had been very good because in the privacy of our home I had always time to indulge in my hobby: To dress up as a woman. My wife encouraged me to do that and a couple of times had even invited some beautiful shemales to our house. I had the urge since childhood and when I met my wife I took my chances and I told her about my strange hobby.
She took it in stride, probably because shemales are so common in Thailand. The only no-no was me ever leaving the house dressed, otherwise I had complete freedom. We really kept it private but she made a habit out of it to shop around and shower me with beautiful clothes, everything you can imagine from lingerie to dresses. Now with the moving to Germany everything went downhill for me.
"Honey", she said. "No more dressing for you. Imagine the press gets wind of it and we are doomed. My family is doomed. We would have to hide and could not return to Thailand."
So with a heavy heart I agreed to not jeopardize what she was here for. Due to her work also our sexual life went downhill. She often came late and simply was tired. I got more and more frustrated because I didn't want to join an abbey. Somehow I tried to escape my problems and started to fantasize about meeting a shemale. Since our few parties I had grown fond of shemales and I knew my wife had also taken a special liking to them. So I got online and started searching for a beautiful Thai shemale.
It didn't take me long to find one and I visited her webpage. Her name was Jasmine and she was a dominant. No, I thought to myself, a shemale domina. No, I will try to find a willing girl. I kept searching but either they lived too far away or didn't live up to my expectations. So finally I went back to the Dominant one. One day, after I had been neglected once again by my wife, I took up all my courage and phoned Domina Jasmine. Her husky voice let me shudder.
"Hello, is this Domina Jasmine?" I asked rather lame.
I was nervous as a wreck but managed to ask her if we could meet.
"Tell me about yourself slave", she told me in a demanding tone. "Don't forget to call me Mistress Jasmine, understood slave?"
I swallowed hard but I managed to tell her who I was without telling her my wife was the Ambassador. We set up a meeting at her place and two days later I rang her bell.
The door wasn't opened by her but by a striking maid, dressed in a French maids uniform. My eyes nearly popped. She ushered me in before I could say a word. God, she was tall. In her five inch black heels she towered over my 5"8 frame. Looking up at her she told me to undress.
"Mistress has ordered it."
I must have looked dumbfounded because when I didn't move she quickly walked to the door and opened it.
"If you don't do exactly as Mistress says you can leave but never come back."
„Oh please. Don't . I do everything she wants", I squeaked out and started to rip off my clothes in a hurry.
She smiled at me. "Good boy."
When I was down to my underwear I stopped dead in my tracks because I realized I still was wearing my red lacy panties I had put on this morning. The maid looked me up and down, not discovering a single hair, neither on my arms nor on my chest or legs. Once again she smiled.
"You will definitely do", she said. „Take off your panties too but keep holding them daintily in your hands."
After I took off my panties the maid showed an immediate reaction. Her hand went to her mouth to stop laughing.
"Oh my, that is soo cute. If you had any pubic hair your clitty couldn't be seen.. How big or rather how small is it?"
I turned beetred and stuttered. "It.. it.., it grows to five inches when my cock is hard."
She laughed outloud. "Oh my God, my feminized clitty is even longer."
Now I hung my head in shame realizing this maid wasn't a real woman but a feminized man and his/her cock was still longer.
The maid used this moment of embarrassment to quickly step close to me. With one gloved hand she cupped my cock and balls. Before I could react she tightened her grip. With the other hand she reached under her skirt and freed her cock from its confines.
"Drop to your knees slave", she whispered into my ears while squeezing my balls hard.
I groaned in pain and followed her order.
"That is your place, on your knees. Look up at me."
Her cock dangling right in front of my face I didn't dare to do just that. Just when she wanted to say something, Mistress Jasmine opened the door.
"What is going on here? You little slut. Who told you to dominate my guests. You will pay dearly for this."
While saying this in a calm tone she moved forward despite her six inch heeled boots with the smoothness of a Tiger and held the long mane of her maid in one hand while she swatted the exposed and semierect cock hard with her other hand. The maid cried out, begging for forgiveness but she held still and once again Mistress Jasmine swatted her quickly retreating cock. Again and again rained her blows on the defenseless cock. The maid was crying in pain but Mistress didn't stop. Then she looked at me and with a cold tone she said.
"This will happen to anyone who gets cross with me."
With a push she got rid of her maid who dropped heavily crying on the ground.
"You go up to your room and wait there for your punishment."
She turned around to me, still on my knees watching her in awe.
"Now get up and let me see what we can do for you."
Slowly I rose up from the floor while the maid ran still sobbing and holding her privates to her room. I knew that after this display of power I should have immediately left and never come back, but the voice, the eyes of Mistress Jasmine were mesmerizing. I followed her as if in trance.
"Sit down on the chair and let us talk."
Only when I sat down she seemed to notice and so did I that I was still holding my red panties in my hand.
"What is this. These aren't my maids panties, aren't they?
I shook my head.
"No", I managed to say.
Since I was too afraid to say something there was an awkward silence for a moment.
"Oh, you are one of those guys who wants to be feminized and dommed by a shemale?"
I shook my head but didn't get a word out. I was simply in awe of her.
"Well, what you want is what you get."
Through an intercom she called her maid.
"Come to the playroom immediately. First you help me, your punishment will come later."
Together with her maid they quickly dressed me up in a red PVC outfit, together with a red bra, stuffing it with 38 d falsies and exchanging my red panties for red PVC ones which had a long zipper in the back. My little cock was forced into a pouch and my front appeared to all who cared to look as feminine. Mistress Jasmine and her maid then put me in black thigh highs, six inch PVC heels which too were red, made me up, put a black haired wig on my head, fussed with the it and when I looked for the first time in the mirror my jaw dropped. I didn't recognize me anymore. I looked like a slutty whore.
My hand went to my face but Mistress Jasmine grabbed one hand, the maid the other and they both let my to a kind of a horse, bend me forwards and shackled my hands and feet to it. I struggled slightly but was no match for them. The maid pushed then a penisgag into my mouth and strapped it around my head. I was completely helpless.
"Leave now", I heard Mistress Jasmine saying. „I deal with you later."
I heard the heels of the maid clicking away on the floor and only Mistress and me were in the room now. She stepped behind me and all of a sudden with a cracking sound a whip landed hard on my behind. In quick succession 20 blows rained on my butt and in no time I was a sobbing wreck. My ass hurt like hell.
"That is for letting my maid dominate you. I am the one who dominates in this house, not she. Never forget that again. You came to seek my services, not those of a lowly maid."
Stepping close to me I felt her hand stroking my behind, soothing my pain.
"Hmmm, such a cute little tush. It is time to loosen you up I believe."
With that she opened the zipper of my pvc panties and deftly stuck a finger in my asspussy. I groaned into my gag.
"Oh so tight. Well, you should have come prepared, wearing a buttplug a few days in advance, but I believe you thought you'd do the fucking. You know what? You are wrong. Specially after letting yourself being dominated by a mere maid I think you have been asking for what is to cum."
She took her finger out of me and somehow I felt empty but this feeling was soon over.
"Well honey, I think we have to fast-forward your preparation so I will use a vibrating buttplug on you.
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Keywords: Me, Jasmine, Made, a, Mistress, Slave,