Submit to Mistress Jasmine Phonesex

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Edward’s eyes narrowed, his hesitation to submit sexually was evident, even with me, his wife of nearly a decade. “What are you doin’ pal,” he asked as I began to tie his wrists to the bedposts with one of my discarded black silk stockings. It’s a very rare thing in life that a man such as my husband feels powerless, and I dare say that at this moment he felt just that. Powerless not only to me and my will and desires but also to his lust and to the pleasure that our bedroom guest for the evening was administering with her expert mouth.

Leaning in close to his face, my full lips parted in a sadistic smile I said in whisper, “Trust me.”

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A Trip Through Jasmine’s Lingerie Closet Phonesex

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Hello and Welcome to my decadent lingerie closet, darlings! Although really it is practically an entire room because my lingerie collection is so extravagant and ever-expanding. As you enter, you will discover a a veritable heaven of silk, lace and satin. I simply cannot resist buying lingerie and of course, when my lovers and other admirers buy it for me–well that is very very sexy and strongly encouraged!

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Jasmine’s Something Wild Phonesex

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It was late in the evening as I sat alone on the chaise lounge, looking out the bay window of my penthouse apartment at all the lights of Manhattan, drinking a rather large snifter of brandy. The ticking of the grandfather clock began to oppress me, as though my life, I could measure it out by each and every tick of that fucking clock. I was alone again as my husband was away–again–on business trip.
Barefooted, I walked out onto the balcony. The winter breeze was cool on my face as the liquor worked its magic warming me up from the inside. Excitement moved through my veins as surely as that brandy. Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps it was not, but at that moment I began to feel a deep longing, yes, a longing to run, to become someone else if only for tonight, to escape, to be free, to do something. To do– something wild.

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Mistress Jasmine’s Web of Seduction Erotic Hypnosis Phonesex

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Are you curious about what it would be like to be hypnotized by a sensual, seductive and exotic Mistress such as myself? Then come to me. Do not tremble. Come to me and let me draw you deep into my web of seduction, a web from which you will never wish to escape.

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Goddess Jasmine’s Ruined Orgasm Phone Sex

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Look into my eyes.  I have you. I have you Right. Where. I . Want . You. Naked on my bed, your hands and feet bound tightly to the bed posts with a pair of black silk stockings. Your forehead is covered in sweat as my luscious breasts sway above your face and you beg me to let my nipples enter your hungry mouth. I do and you suck hard as your cock, it further stiffens in my hand. 

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Mistress Jasmine’s Cuckold Bitch Phone Sex

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You know you are a weak cuckold bitch, do you not? You have known that I have made of you cuckold from the very beginning and yet you are so pathetic and weak that you have not even had the balls to confront me. Perhaps it is because you know that I regard you as, at best, an amusing pet–at worst a pathetic loser with a small cock that could not possibly satisfy any woman, let alone a woman of my quality. So, I decided to amuse myself at your expense. Is that wicked of me? Ha! Well, perhaps so but you are so useless, so worthless, that I must get something out of you, in addition to access to your not insignificant bank account.

And so it was that I brought home with me my latest lover and took him to my bed–our bed, actually, the one in which I have suffered grave disappointment every single time I deigned to fuck you.  Yes, I brought him to our bed, knowing that soon you would come home. And so you did and stood there in the corner watching as my Bull pounded my pussy hard. And then your tiny cock began to get hard.

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Mistress Jasmine’s Siren Song Phone Sex

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Come to me, my love and listen to my siren song. Listen, yes, as I tell you all about how I will make you my slave. Domination is an art form and like any art form, it is subtly or even vastly different from painting to painting, sculpture to sculpture–from subjugating one pet to the next.

I believe I am a great proficient in each of the different forms of domination whether it be hard-core domination and  humiliation or the more sensual form of the art.  I enjoy all kinds of domination but sometimes I find the subtlety of seduction, of tease and denial, mind control, pleasure and pain, give and take, that comprises sensual domination so much more interesting and sophisticated. It has also the advantage of being more effective in making you completely and utterly my slave.

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Jasmine’s Alluring Stockings and Pantyhose Phonesex

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So tell me, what turns you on most, darling? I want to know because I am a woman who likes to please her man in every possible way, even if it only so as to control him better. 😉 Do you adore me the most in my thigh high stockings and high heels? Or do you prefer me in silky pantyhose? Either way, I know you love to feel the soft, seductive touch of them against your skin. Do you remember the first time you ever saw a pair of stockings or pantyhose? I bet you do. Perhaps it was seeing your mother or sister putting on their undergarments and looking at themselves in the mirror. This vision stuck with you as representing the ultimate in female sexuality.

Or perhaps you found those stockings or pantyhose in a clothes hamper or even a drawer. You smelled them perhaps? You touched them and the touch was was so smooth and silky it was unlike anything else you had ever felt against your skin. You were hooked.

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Jasmine’s Beg for It Pegging Phone Sex

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The boy, my slave boy, is kneeling before me, naked, hungry so very eager to please. It is the collar I have put about his neck in part–but the rest, well it is me–he has wanted me for a long time and will do anything in order to have me. But I intend to play with him first, to edge him to the very brink and then bring him back until the ache of his desire, it hurts. Until he begs for his release. And I intend to make him hurt in other ways too. This is the price he must pay in order to be with me and I have no doubt that he will pay it.

I pull on the strap on and stand before him. I give to his collar a sharp tug and force him to take the strap on into his mouth. “You are my bitch,” I tell him and though some part of him wants to rebel against this assertion, his desire for me and the collar, that constriction about his neck, remind him that he must obey my every command. 

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Jasmine’s Beg for It Phone Sex

 

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“Do you trust me?” I ask him with a wicked laugh. He is naked and beautiful as he kneels at my feet, trembling with combination of fear and desire as I put the collar around his neck. He is overcome by such conflicting emotions– the desire to please, love, arousal and terror. But he nods his head and says “yes” for he loves me with blind devotion. He would do anything for the chance to be possessed by me, to be my slave.

“So say it, ” I tell him. “Repeat for me the rules”. I dangle the key to the collar before his eyes and he raises his eyes to meet the intensity of my gaze. “I will have a key to the collar but I am not allowed to use it,” he says. “And what if somebody asks you about it,” I say. “Then I will tell them the truth about it,” he answers with a meekness that is touching. “And what is the ‘truth’, darling?” I ask. “That I am yours,” he says, his voice catching in his throat. “I belong to you and need you and you alone. I am your slave.”

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