Welcome to My Lingerie Closet! Phonesex

MISTRESS JASMINE  844-332-2639 ext. 262

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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Mistress Jasmine’s The Mistress of Erotic Hypnosis Phonesex

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

I stand before you and in my slender, elegant hand I hold a pendant. You are aroused as you watch me swing this pendant before your eyes and you fall deep, deep, deep under the power of my erotic hypnosis. For I am the Mistress of this fine Art, a true expert who will take you on a fantastical journey to realms you have hitherto only imagined in your wildest fantasies.

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Jasmine’s Cuckold in Paradise Phonesex

Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

I was bored. It is unlike me to be bored, I had managed to escape harsh New York winter and was sitting out by the pool of beautiful resort sipping cool drink, wearing one of my many bikinis that accentuated my slim but curvaceous body to perfection, rubbing sun lotion sensuously into my skin but I was bored.

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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

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

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

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

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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JUST. LIKE. THAT. Phonesex

JASMINE 844- 332-2639 Ext. 262

I walked slowly, hips swaying, toward the door to my penthouse, my five inch heels clicking on the tiles in the entryway. I was naked save for those fuck me heels, black stay up stockings and sheer black bikini panties. The boy’s jaw literally dropped when he saw me. HA! I love to see that look of pure amazement and arousal in the eyes of my young lovers. “Oh, I thought perhaps you would not come,” I lied as I turned around and with wicked smile, beckoned him to follow me. And follow me he did, this young boy, this boy who wanted me so much that his breath was already ragged even though he had yet even to touch me. This boy who belonged utterly to me now, enraptured by my beauty and sexual power.

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Dark Secrets Phonesex Part 3

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 262

I awoke screaming. There was a roaring buzz in my ears. Gasping for breath, my naked body shivering, chilled with sweat as I pulled satin sheets tight about me. With trembling hand I reached for the lamp on the bedside table and switched it on. My hands they shook as I took cigarette, lit it and took long, deep drag. Why had the dream come back yet again, I thought, silently watching the smoke curl and twine itself in the air before me. After all this time, that damn dream, the one that never seemed to away. I blew out puff of smoke defiantly, with false bravado.

My brother Nik, well I had not seen him since I left London over a decade ago. That one last time in London when he found me where I had run so far to escape him. Nik, my brother, with his head bent over my breasts, suckling on them, biting, stroking down my torso, his hard cock pressed against me as he stuck his fingers deep inside me and my body, with will of its own began to move and buck beneath him. I wept with desire and shame as he straddled me and drove himself hard between my thighs.

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Deeper, My Love, Deeper Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 262

Come with me, my love, yes come with me now, come deep beyond this mundane world to the other side, beyond the veil. Surrender yourself to the power of my Erotic Hypnosis and come with me deep into a whole new universe of infinite possibilities where there exists only you and me and whatever we desire becomes reality, a world where anything and everything is possible.Do you remember the most powerful, mind blowing orgasm you have ever felt? Yes, remember it now….

But understand that this will be different than anything you have ever felt, betterdeeper , more intense than anything you have ever known. Are you are ready to come with me now, my love? Yes, come with me. Take my hand and let us go…. Deeper and Deeper….

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Even Then Phonesex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

For many years now, men, they fall under my power.  I began to notice this when I was but 13 and the school master, he could not keep his eyes from me and would become distracted when he lectured if he happened to look at me. Then he would pointedly NOT look at me. And once I had noticed this in him, I began to notice other men staring at me too, looking little bit startled when first they saw me and turning their heads to continue watching me pass them by. Also women, that up and down swipe of what I later realized was envy.

I would go home to our little house and gaze in the mirror, intently studying what it was about me that seemed to intrigue them so. Was it my lips which were full and sensual, yes even then. Was it my eyes? For truly even then they did have something in them that was hypnotic. They seemed as though there were deep thoughts going on behind them, that I was not merely contemplating trivial things. And indeed, I was not. No, even then, I was a keeper of secrets. I had to be. There was much that needed to be kept secret.

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