Textures Phonesex with Goddess Jasmine

GODDESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Do you adore the whisper of silk against your skin? Do latex and leather inspire in you the desire to give in to your submissive urges? Do you long to run your hands luxuriantly through my feather boa, the touch of these downy, seductive feathers inspiring in you a sensuous appreciation for the eternal feminine?

I too adore texture play.  In many ways, it is the most sensual kink.  Experiencing deep arousal as your run your fingers through my soft hair, becoming so very turned on by the touch of the satin sheets upon my bed as our bodies move together, skin to skin, almost overwhelmed by all the different textures that inspire in you so many different feelings and desires.

Read moreTextures Phonesex with Goddess Jasmine

The Tale of the Pantie Thief ~Chapter Two

Mistress Rhianna 1-844-332-2639 x 253

As the saying goes, the idle mind is the old Devil’s playground and well I’ll tell you mine was quite the circus the other night as I sat alone in my office with nothing to do but my nails. I hadn’t heard from Rhianna all day, and midnight was fast approaching. Now midnight, for those of you not keeping score was when the elusive pervert who dubbed himself The Panty Thief was to descend upon the hallowed halls of The Pleasure Palace and turn all of his deviant desires from fantasy into reality. 

A few days ago, the aforementioned Panty Thief had breached the sanctity of Rhianna’s lair, invaded her ever expanding collection of beautiful sexy panties and left his cumtribute of great loads of semen on them along with a note begging for a chance to worship at the soft silky panties of the premiere fetish mistress on the west coast, Rhianna Knight.  

Read moreThe Tale of the Pantie Thief ~Chapter Two

The Legend of the Black Cat Phonesex with Mistress Jasmine

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

It is Autumn and All Hallows Eve grows nigh. The Moon is full and high in the sky as the shadows gather outside your window. You shiver as a ghostly shape appears in your mind. It is the Black Cat of Legend, the creature in whom the peasants in the village believe so fervently, so fearfully, against whom they cast spells with holy water and garlic and pray to whatever Gods may be for protection, that cat who, at will, transforms herself into a beautiful woman. It is said that even to touch her is to lose your soul, your very life, for she feeds upon the flesh of her lovers. She sucks from them their life force and keeps it for herself.

In this way she has existed in the same form for thousands of years. But you did not believe in her, not really, not until this very moment –for now the Black Cat, she has come for you.

Read moreThe Legend of the Black Cat Phonesex with Mistress Jasmine

Used, Teased and Abused by Mistress Rhianna Phonesex

MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

Have you got that dildo in your hand, you worthless, pin-dicked loser?? Are you wearing your prettiest panties?  I know why you’re here. The only thing you are good for is being my little bitch that I can use, tease and abuse.

I want you to start by getting down on your hands and knees and giving me your credit card details quickly. You will do exactly as I tell you. You want to touch your clitty dick, slut? BEG FOR IT. No pet of mine ever gets to pleasure themselves without my express permission. And as for cumming? Forget it. Tease and denial is what Locktober is all about and besides…it amuses me to see you in such agony!

Read moreUsed, Teased and Abused by Mistress Rhianna Phonesex

The Tale of The Panty Thief Phonesex

MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

The Korean dry-cleaning lady was going on a rampage. She stood all of five foot nothing and looked like she fell off a dime store charm bracelet but at that moment, with her rage level reaching critical I wager she could have easily went the distance in a UFC cage.

Now, don’t get me wrong being the personal assistant and closest confident to Rhianna Knight, the premier fetish mistress on the West Coast has afforded me with a very glamorous life, loaded with body shattering orgasms and of course closets filled with all the yummy clothes a sissy-slut queen like me could ask for, but getting screamed at by Mrs. Livingston’s evil twin was not one of them….“Hey you,” she shouted, “you tell Lianna she dirty girl! Dirty girl!”

Read moreThe Tale of The Panty Thief Phonesex

Goddess Jasmine’s Wicked Queen Spanking Phonesex

Goddess Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

“You are scary when you get like this,” he says as he follows my command to strip and fall to his knees. Mostly it is the depth of his addiction to me that scares him. In his dark moments, he fears that I will disappear, kicking the dust of him off my high heels as I move on and find another victim.

Read moreGoddess Jasmine’s Wicked Queen Spanking Phonesex

Goddess Jasmine’s Femdom Hypnosis Phonesex

GODDESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Come to me, now, little boy, come to me. Yes, come to me as you listen to my mesmerizing voice and feel my soothing words as I seduce you and take you deeper and deeper into a warm, sensual trance. That’s right, little boy. I am going to hypnotize you tonight.

Read moreGoddess Jasmine’s Femdom Hypnosis Phonesex

Jasmine’s Taken by Storm Phonesex


JASMINE
844-332-2639 ext 262

He stood outside the bar, leaning against the wall. I moved toward him and the minute I was in his reach, he slid his hand over my ass, pulling me hard against his cock. His mouth was hard upon mine, taking what he wanted and I responded with equal passion. I wanted to possess him utterly, to own him, to know that I was his only thought and desire and that he would know my name better than his own if only for a matter of minutes.

Trailing my mouth along his neck, beneath and just behind his ear, I bit him, leaving my mark. He would know that yes, Jasmine, she had taken him and taken him by storm just as he was taking me.

Read moreJasmine’s Taken by Storm Phonesex

Submit to Mistress Jasmine Phonesex

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 263

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.”

Read moreSubmit to Mistress Jasmine Phonesex

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.

Read moreMistress Jasmine’s Siren Song Phone Sex