Mistress Jasmine’s Slave Boy Phone Sex

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“Do you trust me?” I ask the boy with a wicked laugh. He is naked and beautiful as he kneels at my feet, trembling with combination of fear and desire as I put the collar around his neck. He is overcome by such conflicting emotions– the desire to please, love, arousal and terror. But he nods his head and says “yes” for he loves me with blind devotion. He would do anything for the chance to be possessed by me, to be my slave.

“So say it, ” I tell him. “Repeat for me the rules”. I dangle the key to the collar before his eyes and he raises eyes to meet the intensity of my gaze. “I will have a key to the collar but I am not allowed to use it,” he says. “And what if somebody asks you about it,” I say. “Then I will tell them the truth about it,” he answers with a meekness that is touching. “And what is the ‘truth’, darling?” I ask. “That I am yours,” he says, his voice catching in his throat. “I belong to you and need you and you alone. I am your slave.”

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Deeper, My Love, Deeper Phone Sex

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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? Yes, come with me. Take my hand and let us go…. Deeper and Deeper….

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex -Part Two

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

Todd Stanwick awoke and immediately regretted it. He had made plans to go out with his friends on a fishing trip that day so it was an unpleasant surprise when his beautiful mother shook him awake and with a cruel smile upon her crimson lips, said “Today is the day, Todd!” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes groggily. “What do you mean, Mom? Today is what day?” His mother narrowed her eyes as her smile, which did reach those eyes which were hard and cold as granite, broadened.

“Why today Todd–today is the day you are going to realize–your– dream,” she spat the last word out contemptuously. “Today is the day you are going to find out what it feels like to become a woman!”

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex

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It began casually enough. Todd was sitting with his mother, yes, his beautiful mother….  Her features were patrician and perfect with just that touch of strangeness about the slant of her eyes that changes mere prettiness to beauty. Her hair was long and lush, her makeup exquisite. Even lounging on the divan, watching television with her son, she wore a designer dress that clung to her slim but luscious bodysoft, silky pantyhose and high heels. Beneath this, though Todd could not, of course see,  he knew from his furtive searches of her lingerie drawer, that she wore one of her many gorgeous matching bra and pantie sets. His mother always dressed to perfection, from the top of her head to the tips of her pedicured toes.

When the commercial for pantyhose came on the television, Todd didn’t realize the intensity of his gaze until he noticed his mother watching him with raised eyebrows and the vague disdain which was almost always part of her expression deepened into something very closely resembling contempt. “Son,” she said sternly, “why are you watching that commercial that way? It almost seems as though you want to wear pantyhose.”

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Forced To Become Woman You Are Phonesex

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Enough, it is too much, I thought to myself. I was not going to allow you to continue living a lie. It is not fair to your wife for one thing. She deserves a REAL MAN, not a transgender posing as one. So it was time to act.

I kidnapped her and took her to secret place and then I summoned you and told you if you wanted her to leave alive, you would do exactly as I told you. It is for your own good, darling. You know this. I am always so very “supportive” of your need to become a woman. So I tied her to a chair and gagged her with pantyhose so she could not speak and said: “Repeat after me, Aaron and look her in the eye, yes LOOK HER IN THE EYE as you say these words ‘Samantha, I want to live as a woman‘”.

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Foot Fetish Fantasy Phonesex

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My nephew Ronald was young and well-built and so I decided I would have him. And I knew just where his Achille’s heel, pun intended, lay.

When he was unaware of being under my predatory gaze, his eyes would remained fixed on my feet. Whether in stockings or bare it didn’t seem to matter much to him and it was clear from the look on his face that his lust for my feet was growing into an obsession.

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A Woman Like You Phonesex

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I told you that I would take you back to that horrible little village in Belarus from whence I came. You did not quite believe I was in earnest. But remember, darling, I never make a promise that I do not keep. I told you what  real men would think of you, did I not? Yes. You cannot say I did not warn you of the humiliation you would surely suffer at their brutish hands. But then again, we both know you enjoy this. And so begins the mind games. And let the games begin.

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Fuck Me The Way I Tell You! Phonesex

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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, even to touch me. This boy who belonged utterly to me now, enraptured by my beauty and sexual power.

I led him to the bed I shared with my husband. It gives me particular thrill to fuck young men in the bed where I fuck also my husband. Am I evil? Perhaps so. All I know is I enjoy the thrill of knowing I might get caught andI 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  the light smell of my husband’s musk on the sheets I purposely tell the maid not to change on days when I am “entertaining”, the smell of my husband mingling with smell of my newest young hot fuck.

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Birthday Surprise from Mom Phonesex

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What a spoiled little brat you are! I did not get you the Rolex you wanted for your birthday so you sulk. You already have 3 of them and time ticks by no matter if it is on Rolex or not.. All these people, family and friends, gathered here for you to celebrate you and you don’t even look up from that goddamn phone. You do not even look up from phone when you you hear the sound of my high heeled shoe hitting the floor. Yes, below the table, hidden away from the watchful eyes of party guests, I let my high heel slip from my thigh high silk stocking clad leg.

Do you feel that? Yes, I think you did. That is my foot, my shapely, delicate foot sliding, like serpent, ever so slowly up leg of your trousers, sending sensations throughout your entire body. Oh, what’s this, has your young cock grown hard for me, grown hard for your own mother?

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Punishment for a Cheating Wife Phonesex Part 2

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“Wow,” she said simperingly. “So this how the other half lives?” Her name was Lydia this little blonde with big fake tits, too tight top stretched across nipples hard like little buttons you could see through its cheap sheer fabric, too much pink lip gloss we picked up at the bar at my husband’s request. She was sauntering around our penthouse taking in every inch, plotting no doubt on method to land herself rich husband. “Oh God I just love this couch,” her fingers now stroking the fine black leather. “You decorate this yourself”.

She directed question my way but not waiting for answer she turned attention towards antique lamp I bought two winters ago in Brussels. Silly little blonde girls they are all the same. Attention span of a gnat.

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