Mistress Jasmine’s A Lesson in Manners Phonesex- Part 3

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I walked over to the wardrobe, my stilettos clicking upon the hardwood floor. I put the flogger back in its place and took in its stead another instrument of torture or perhaps of torturous pleasure, depending upon your point of view. Then I walked back slowly, deliberately, to the the front of the bed so that he could see what it was I held in my hand–a paddle. “You will answer me,” I said and my tone brooked no disobedience. “Why do you want what you want?”

His eyes were filled with fear, desire, vulnerability and hope. He took a deep breath and began to speak. “I–I don’t know myself why I want this but I always do. I want it so bad. I want to submit to a strong woman like you. I want to serve you, I want to worship you. I want you to control me and to take all that you have to give to me.” I laughed rather wickedly. “Oooh, I do like that!” I showed my approval of his answer by giving him a sharp smack with the paddle. I decided to test his limits, to see whether he really was worthy of my attention and whether he could truly handle my sadistic urges.

“This,” I said, as I rained down the first of many punishing blows, “is to teach you manners, to punish you for eavesdropping on my conversation.” Even though I punished him fiercely, he did not cry out. Then I stopped for a moment. I was ragged with desire as I beheld him, utterly my slave, utterly at my mercy. And as I watched, I saw him begin to relax. Ha! That was what I had been waiting for. That moment of vulnerability! And so I spanked him again–harder.

At that, he gasped and moaned but when I stopped, I saw that he had a small, secret smile upon his face.

“You knew,” he said, panting from the pain, from the pleasure. “You know I needed more. You knew….”

I was wet with desire now. As much as I wanted to continue to punish him, I wanted to satisfy my own burning desires. 

Releasing him from his bounds, I instructed him to turn over and when he did, his cock was hard like granite, pointing to the canopy above my bed.

I bound him once more, this time facing upward. Then with one smooth fluid motion, I slipped out of my dress and stood before him in all my naked glory.

“I am going to fuck you now,” I told him. “I am going to fuck you because I want to. I am going to fuck you because you are my toy. I am going to fuck you because you are my tool. you exist only for my pleasure. And do not you dare to come without me giving you my permission. Your mind and body belong to me right now. You have no choice in the matter.”

And with that, I mounted him, my tight, wet pussy gripping his cock. He gave a sigh of pleasure. I pulled off him immediately.

He groaned and bit his lip.

“Ah but I can think of something that will make it more–hmm–exquisite,” I said and reached over to my nightstand and retrieved two clothespins and attached them to his nipples.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” I said and once more mounted him, squeezing him tight in a Cleopatra’s Clutch, our bodies sealed together as I watched his face. He looked as if he were in that zone of submissive pleasure, that zone where he could not have remembered his name if I had asked him.

There he was, bound to my bed, his ass spanked and red, my pussy gripping him like a velvet vice, his nipples clamped. I adored to see him thus and began to speed up my rhythm.

“Don’t come,” I told him again. “Do not come until I tell you you can. If you do, I will set you free tonight and never see you again. But if you obey, pet,, oh if you obey, I will set you free in a completely different way”….

 

To be continued.

 

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