The Waiting Game Phone Sex Part 2

Mistress Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

My nephew realized his mistake. We had been playing The Waiting Game and he had cum without asking my permission. Truthfully, I found the fact that he had cum so fast convenient for now I would have good excuse to punish him. Not that I needed an excuse. I owned him completely, body, soul, mind and cock. He would have done anything for me.

I smirked disdainfully at his still dripping cock. “You do nothing without my permission,” I said. “Do you understand?” His breath was ragged when he answered me, “yes Aunt Jasmine.” “No,” I said. Today I am not going to be Aunt Jasmine. I am going to be Mistress Jasmine.”

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An Open Letter To Miss Stanford Phonesex

FEMINIZATION MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

Dear Miss Stanford,

You are ready. You are ready to leave behind your former false identity as a man and embrace your true identity as a woman. You are ready to wear a lacy bra, pantyhose and high heels every day. You are ready to be eye candy for men, to be the object of their desire, to provoke the masculine response in them that you will never again feel with that appendage safely constricted within that tight pantie girdle. You are ready for your soon to be ex-wife to see you dressed up as a woman. You are ready to feel the humiliation of wearing a bra in front of her….

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Fuck Me The Way I Tell You! Phonesex

JASMINE 844- 332-2639 Ext. 262

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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Halloween Femme Fatale Transformation Phone Sex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

My friend Tucker was so nervous as he sipped hard his second glass of champagne. Or was it third? To be honest, I was “sipping” a little too much myself that afternoon so some details might be little fuzzy. “Jasmine,” he says to me, “do I really want to do this?” It is Halloween, I tell him.  What better time to pretend to play dress up and in reality actually become the woman you have always wanted to be? “You’re right Jasmine,” he said. “I know it.”

Well naturally I am right.  I lean back and watch as Tucker he paces a round the fitting rooms of Divine Decadence Transformation Boutique and Champagne Bar an establishment known to a select few that had recently opened in Greenwich Village. You should not be so nervous, I tell him. You are going to look fabulous darling. And this Halloween is going to be the best one you have ever had because I am by your side, my hand on your pantyhose clad knee. And it all feels so very very good. 

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Butch Girls Don’t Cry Phonesex

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

After pulling off those ugly as hell Doc Martin’s and her well worn pair of Levi’s boot-cuts, my mouth-first ascension into the promised land of her sweet wet pussy was halted by the sight of her plaid boxer shorts. Goddamn BVD’s! “What,” she asked, “is something wrong?””Uh-uh baby, relax,” I cooed softly in her ear. Fuck man, this was sure turning out to be an interesting night ….

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When Maneaters Attack Phonesex: The Cross-Dresser-Part 2

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“Are you ready,” he asked, his head poking out of the bathroom door, his voice cracking with nerves. “Yes,” I said, making sure to give my voice that innocent tone that makes most men drop their guard. “I’ve been waiting since foreveeeeerrrrrr.” “Okay, here goes.” The bathroom door slowly creaked open and out stepped Jeff, wobbling a bit in his brand new high heels, almost tripping. He paused a moment, steadied his feet, made some adjustments to his tight blue dress and pantyhose and stepped forward. With his composure fully regained, he did a 360 turn and with a big smile on his face asked, “Well, how do I look?”

“Stunning,” I replied with a smile that no doubt did not reach my flint-like eyes but, of course, he was too stupid and caught up in himself to notice….

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