Mistress Jasmine’s A Lesson in Manners Phonesex

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

My friend Angelica and I were out having an afternoon cocktail at a quaint little pub in Soho. When she left to go make a private phone call on her mobile, he approached our corner table. I had noticed him earlier, watching me, listening to me. I have long since become accustomed to inspiring rapt attention but it doesn’t make it any less annoying

“Yes,” I said sharply as he stood there, rather gormlessly looking at me. “I –erm–overheard what you were saying to your friend”. I laughed and gave my dirty martini a swirl before popping the olive in my mouth. “Oh did you just?” I replied. I was beginning to enjoy this, strangely enough. He looked so pathetic and desperate and quite attractive in an awkward sort of fashion. I could have laid him out on the table right then and there and punished him with great pleasure–pleasure for me and pleasure for him. And the conversation I had been having with Angelica was certainly well worth eavesdropping upon, particularly if one had an interest in BDSM and femme domme.

“My name is Christopher,” he said. And I beg you to let me take you out tonight. Anywhere you want to go. Anywhere.”

My eyes met his challengingly and then I smiled and reached into my purse for my card. “No,” I said to him. “You may not.” He looked defeated. “But you will call me tonight at 8:30 pm sharp and I will tell you where to meet me. If you follow my commands to the letter, you may find yourself in the same sorry situation that my date of last weekend did.”

His hand trembled as he took my card and wordlessly backed away from the table. After handing something to the waiter, he left.

A few minutes later, Angelica returned carrying two glasses of red wine.

“What was that about?” she asked. “He just bought us each a glass of their best red!”

I took a sip and shrugged. Their “best red” left much to be desired, in my opinion, but it is the thought that is counted. “He was fascinated,” I said, “by my story.”

“Oh of course he was! What sub wouldn’t be?”

Angelica and I love to exchange stories about our erotic escapades though, in truth, hers are not nearly so interesting as mine since she is rather “vanilla”.

The story that had caught Christopher’s attention had been about how I had brought a man home from a dinner date, tied him to my bed, teased him with a suede flogger until he was aching with desire and practically humping the mattress at which point I untied him and gave him a choice: Either leave without coming or let me fuck him with a strap-on.

“And what did he decide?” She giggled impishly.

“What do you think?”

“I think that you are a hard woman to say no to!”

“Yes,” I replied with a knowing smile. “Especially when I have a whip in my hand.”

******

Later on that evening, at exactly 8:30 pm, in fact, the phone rang. It was him and he may as well have been on his hands and knees–who knows, perhaps he was, ha!–his attitude was so reverential.

I gave him instructions to my house. Then I prepared my room for him–and then, I waited.

 

To be continued.

 

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