Mistress Jasmine’s A Lesson in Manners Phonesex-Part 2

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The doorbell rang about 20 minutes later and there was Christopher, holding a bouquet of blue orchids. The flowers were beautiful and just happened to be among my favourites and I thought it boded well that he had not arrived without bearing a tribute. I wondered who his former Mistress had been. Whoever she was, she had imparted to him some good manners. Well, other than his penchant for eavesdropping, of course.

“So,” I said, once he was standing in the foyer, “you enjoy to listen in on my conversations, do you?” He gulped. “I’m sorry,” he replied. I forced him to his knees. “No, you aren’t, not really, not at the moment. But believe me, you will be.”

I attached a leather collar around his neck and fastened a leash to it and he did not blink. Good, I thought. I have had a number of would-be worshipers who did not like the collar around their neck. They did not even make it past our first session. You either accept my absolute authority and obey me completely or you are out the door and never will you get the opportunity to return.

But this man seemed elated to be on the end of my leash, wearing my collar. I pulled him along the hallway to my bedroom. In the middle of the room is my mahogany four poster bed. I bought it at an estate sale a few years ago and have made some adjustments of my own since. Draped over the top is midnight blue velvet with subtle streaks of silver running through it. My bed is the night sky and my slaves are constellations, pinned down to the indigo satin of the sheets and held in place by cold chrome hardware and my iron will.

“Strip and get on the bed,” I told him and he did so obediently.

I ran the strands of my suede flogger along his back, enjoying the feeling of the weapon in my hand. “Why do you need this, Christopher?” I asked and when he did not answer, I let go with my first stroke. There are few things so sweet as giving that first beating to a new submissive. I adore to see how they absorb the blows. Do they flinch? Do they whimper? One learns so much about both their minds and bodies this way. One learns how best to punish and reward or even delay torturous rewards in this fashion.

“Why do you need this?” I said again, tauntingly. “Why did you come up to me at the pub? You knew you would be punished, didn’t you?”

Again, he failed to answer and so I worked him in slow, steady strokes,  finding his most tender and vulnerable places with the deceptively soft strands of my suede weapon. Then I traced the tails of it over him lightly, allowing them to caress his thighs and balls for a moment before I once again slapped his already reddened ass.

“You WILL answer me,” I said to him softly before once again asking:

 

Why do you need this?”

 

To be continued.

 

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