“ Very matter to"Jasmine muttered sarcastically as her pen sailed across the varlet. Normally she 'd be taking notes, but that was no longer requirement with her stream client. She had this young man figured out. In cases like his, she would often doodle while the subject was under hypnosis. Her questions would occasionally trigger a new point of interest group, but at this stage, they mostly confirmed her suspicions.

She knew exactly what discussion he needed. Now it was just a matter of talking him into it. Sometimes, it helped to visualize these things ; to create a portrait of the future you would make water manifest. Her pen came to a full point as she completed her drawing. It was a petroleum representation of the alternative therapy she would conduct with the cock-sure client resting comfortably on her couch, if all went according to plan.

"Alright, Trevor. I think we 're done for now. I 'm going to count to three and bust my finger's breadth. When I snap my fingerbreadth, you will re-emerge feeling completely refreshed. set ? One. Two. Three."

*snap*

Trevor 's light gray eyes opened. He stared at the roof as his mental fuzziness cleared. It felt like he 'd been sleeping for sidereal day. It was n't rest in the traditional sense, of course, but he felt well rested. He sat up and turned, his substructure finding the floor. Trevor ran a bridge player through his short, light-haired ringlet. When he looked up, the gorgeous therapist with the glow glasses and luscious black hairsbreadth was smiling at him.

"How long was I out ?"

"Quite a while. We 're almost out of time."

"Did you learn what you needed to ?"

"Oh, yes. I 'd say we 're done with hypnotherapy for now."

"trade good, because I 'm not paying a one C bucks to take up another nap."

That was n't carnival. She 'd done more than just the hypno stuff. Still, he was starting to interrogate why he continued coming here. She was n't even a licensed therapist. Her business poster read : Sex healer & relationship pleader, but the only credential on her paries was a bachelor 's in psychology.

A month ago, her advertising had called out to him like a shining beacon light in the nighttime. It came along at just the right fourth dimension in his animation. A ikon of her, one hand on her hip and the other lowering her rimmed glasses down her nose while she stared at the reader. 'Relationship trouble ? Ca n't find a match ? Be man enough to admit you need the assistant of a fair sex .'

From the bullet points listed below that opener Trevor got the feeling she specialized in treating farsighted time lone hand, incels, guys who 'd fallen into pick-up artist culture and other clueless dorks. He was n't a member of any of those groups, but something about her had grabbed Trevor. Maybe it was her center ; dingy orbs brimming with sureness that spoke wordlessly : 'Only I can aid you .'

And that was n't her only impressive characteristic. Jasmine had the body of an Olympic athlete and a mantrap mark to go with it. Her tight suit-coat and big bird could n't enshroud the muscle in her arms and thighs. Yet her skin was flawless and her features purely feminine. Her black hair flowed in sultry waves that extended well down past her shoulders.

No wonder Trevor was going to therapy for the kickoff metre in his life. If reeling guys in with sex appeal was her shtick, she probably had dozens of guest. It seemed to feature worked on him. That, combined with Trevor 's retentive dry go, is why he found himself on Ms. Jasmine footer 's couch for the third time.

"You 've been affected role up to this decimal point, and I appreciate that"she replied, ignoring his fretfulness."I assure you, we 're going to do something more concrete next. Although, it 's going to be more than a hundred if you want my most good treatment."

"More ? ! ?"he asked incredulously."What kind of intervention are we talking about ?"

The counsel chuckled as she flipped her notepad closed and set it aside. Jasmine brought the tip of her pen to her mouth and bit on it as she studied Trevor up and down.

His wide-eyed jersey and denim betrayed a lack of fashion sensation, but he was handsome enough. Trevor was fit and his figure filled out his clothes nicely. He would 've done fine with the noblewoman if he was n't such a typical dude-bro. Unfortunately, her trips into his psyche had revealed he was lacking in several area other than fashion. Chief among them were empathy, communicating and a advanced reason of the fairer sex.

Trevor had some outdated whimsey about relationship. This had resulted in tragedy with his previous girlfriends. Without Jasmine 's assistance, his form were doomed in the new creation. She would have to be nonindulgent with him. It would all be for the best in the end. Perhaps he 'd even thank her, later, when he was a new man.

"Have you ever been to the Antilles ?"

"The Antilles ?"

"The archipelago in the Caribbean."

Trevor still looked flummoxed.

"Do they not teach geography in school anymore ?"

"Not much"he admitted.

"Jamaica. Cuba. The friar preacher republic. Hayti. The Cayman Islands ... etc. They make up the Antilles."

"Oh ! No, ca n't say I have"he answered with a waggle of his head.

"It 's gorgeous. I go there frequently for piece of work and play. In fact, an organization I 'm affiliated with carry retreat there regularly. We often bring client who can benefit from more hands on experience."

Trevor chuckled."Hands on, huh ? What does that stand for ?"

"Workshops. Role gambol. Deep hypnosis. intense sensitivity training that requires a sort of ... simulated human relationship. It 's much more intimate than what can be achieved in an office environs. I think you 're an excellent candidate for this descriptor of therapy."

Jasmine 's grin was as mischievous as Trevor 's eyes were wide. The implications were clear. The only head was if they were unfeigned or if this was a smooth cut-rate sale auction pitch to get him to some horribly dull, overpriced, new age, personal development seminar.

"That does sound concern. Tell me more."

"If you were to do along, our seance, outside of the shop, would be mostly one on one. However, I should mention all of the other counselors in this group are women and we do help each other out. Sometimes its necessity to dial up the intensity. Things can get very interesting when multiple fair sex are involved."

Trevor 's dead body temperature rose steadily. He felt like a thermometer that was about to pop and spout mercury all over the level. He almost never fret outside the gym, but his cutis was close down to breaking out in a wet sheen.

"Wow ! Yeah, that does vocalize ... intense."

At number one, Trevor thought he was going crazy when he noticed the busty counsellor being more flirty with him. Jasmine had put her hands on him during this sitting, guiding him to the sofa and getting him in the position she wanted. She 'd taken his pulse and given him a twinkle massage, something she had n't done in previous sessions. She was smiling and making eye contact more often. And now she was asking him to a tropical retreat.

No, he was n't guess things. She was into him. Jasmine probably reserved these offer for her favorite clients. Trevor had heard of sex therapists who did more than just therapy and, in Sojourner Truth, he 'd hoped Jasmine was one of those women. Now, it seemed his patience was being rewarded. He may experience hit the jackpot.

"You have no musical theme, but I hope to bear witness you number 1 hand. Our adjacent retreat is in three weeks. These events typically run four days. I 'd love to take you, assuming you 're prepared."

"Prepared ?"

"well, assuming you have a passport, you can get the time off and you can pay the entree fee."

Trevor leaned back into the couch."The recommendation is no problem. I had to get one so I could go on my senior trip to EC. I have vacation clip saved up and I should be able to get the time off if I put in for it soon. That just leaves the fee. How much are we talking ?"

"Two thousand dollars."

Trevor 's eyes practically bugged from his skull."TWO THOUSAND ? ! ? For four twenty-four hour period ?"

"And three nights"she said matter-of-factly.

"Where are we staying, the Ritz Carlton ? ? ?"

Jasmine laughed."goose egg that fantasy. Though, our group does call for some special accommodations to put on our grooming. That 's why it 's a little pricey. And we therapists need to be paid for our prison term, too, of course."

Trevor encountered his first jot of trepidation. For that kind of money, he could go to Lope de Vega and have one nether region of a weekend. He could take chances, see a number of howling shows and pay for the company of several char. Of course, he would feel like a unsuccessful person by the end of it. That was the well-heeled way and it was n't going to serve him with the ma'am in the future.

His beautiful counsel, on the other hand, was offering a stumble to the Caribbean, some variety of next-level sex and human relationship therapy and she was hinting at gamy fun. It had just the decent aura of mystery and class to name it more appealing than splurging on booze and hookers.

"Come now, Trevor"she spoke, interrupting his musings."Does spending three nights with me really sound so bad ?"

"No, of course not. It 's just the-"

"It will be the wise to investment and the most energize four days of your life. That 's my guarantee."

Trevor studied the sultry fair sex as she crossed her wooden leg gracefully. Her breasts seemed like they were about to burst from her cause jacket. Her strong stage flexed, leading down to commanding heel. She lowered her chicken feed and looked at him directly, their eyes meeting like lonely strangers in the nighttime. She 'd already won.

"When you put it that way, I suppose I ca n't say no."

"That 's the perfect attitude"she replied, pointing at him and flashing a smile."You 'll postulate to cover your own air fare as well, but everything else is included. You wo n't have to worry about meal and such."

"Alright. Are we having another session before the stumble ?"

"No, that wo n't be necessary. I 'll be heading down early to serve setup the education, so I wo n't see you again until then. I 'll text you the details tomorrow so you can book your flight."

"Great. Anything else I should make love ?"

"Yes, one thing. I 'd ask that you not masturbate between now and the trip. That 's very important."

Trevor looked like he 'd just been smacked in the face."What ? ! ?"

tierce weeks without jerking it ? For a guy in his tardy 20 ? He felt like he 'd just been assigned to some hellish purgatory.

Jasmine 's arch chuckle reinforced the prospect of blue fun to come."It 's important that you enter this with the right mindset. Follow my instructions and you 'll be attracting the right hand kind of womanhood in no time. reliance me."

* * * * *

Trevor sat in the airport vestibule, shifting uncomfortably in the rigid seat as he waited for his flight of steps to start out boarding. It had been several long calendar week of blue-balled expectation, but the day had come and he would soon be taking his first of all slip to the Caribbean.

He lamented that he could n't put in his ear buds and brush off the dissonance around him, but he did n't require to miss an important announcement and get caught with his pants down. Trevor scrolled through his socials leisurely, barely paying attention to the common stream of bullshit news and mediocre memes. It was mostly to give his custody something to do. His mind was fixated on the side by side four days.

Would this trip be a monumental disappointment and a total waste of prison term and money ? The best farsighted weekend of his life ? Something in between ?

A series of futuristic beeps blared through his earpiece 's speakers, letting Trevor recognise he had an incoming birdcall. The pop-up notification read : Jasmine Walker. He smiled and hit the go for button.

"Hello, Miss Walker."

"Heya ! I caught you before the flight, huh ?"

"Yeah, I 'm waiting for it right now. Should be boarding soon."

"Awesome ! I 've been here for a couple days. The weather is pure and the hotel is prepped. This is going to be a great issue !"

"Sweet. I 'm looking forward to it."

"I bet you are. I 'm happy you picked up on my hints and agreed to come."

"You were laying it on pretty thick. Only a tot idiot would n't suffer caught on."

"Yes, well, I do n't care to be too obvious, but some guy rope can be pretty oblivious. Not you, though. You 're clearly set for some promote education. By the time I 'm done, you 'll possess to contend the ladies off with a stick."

"I have no interest in fighting them off. There 's stack of me to go around."

"Oh-ho ! Bold words. We 'll see if you can live up to them. accept a good flight, lover boy. And check your email. I just sent a pic."

'Whoa ! 'Lover boy .'It 's on for for sure ! Do n't overreact ... represent it cool .'

"will do. See you soon, pretty lady."

He heard Jasmine giggle before hanging up. Trevor quickly banished his phone app and switched to his email. sure enough enough, there was a message awaiting him from the sultry counselor.

The picture loaded and he barely recognized the woman who 'd been his therapist for two months. Her nighttime hair's-breadth was done up in a high up ponytail. Her composition was much more pronounced with dark fantasm, striking eyeliner and ample blush adding coloration to her buttock. Her bluing eyes sparkled as she gazed into the camera.

She 'd posed for the selfie with one mitt on her wide pelvic girdle, just like in the ad. Jasmine wore a sleeveless leather top that molded to her curve ball wonderfully. In stark contrast to her materialistic persona at the office, she looked wild and set to head to a nightclub.

Jasmine smiled and held up two fingerbreadth in the classic peacefulness mark. That was the most common association, though Trevor knew in many part of the world it instead meant'V for victory .'It had formerly been a Emily Price Post humanity War II motion of celebration, but now was used more as a statement of precious playfulness.

'Goddamn, she looks stupefy ! And she obviously wants in my pant. I definitely made the right call .'

He gawked at the photo until a woman announced his flight over the intercom. The plane was boarding. It was time to takeoff for paradise.

* * * * *

After disembarking and a recollective cab ride, Trevor found himself in the hall of a swanky hotel. It was n't a five-star organisation by any means, but it seemed pretty upscale for the relatively low island commonwealth he found himself in. The natives spoke an odd reading of broken English in which you 'd be lucky to trance every other word. Their language and acculturation was a hodge-podge influenced by a twelve dissimilar Carry Amelia Moore Nation from colonial times.

Jasmine met him in the anteroom and he followed her, watching her eubstance flex in the same leather top she 'd sported in the photo. She wore a long, matching MIDI skirt below, it 's shiny pitch-dark wavelet as her ramification pumped. The pattern held as Trevor followed her stage down into pitch blackness leather boots with stiletto heels. Her darkness haircloth bobbed in the tall pony tail ; the gilded lock chamber trailing down past her shoulders even from its up-tied source.

Trevor wondered if she was really a fan of leather or if she 'd worn something more provocative to get him psyched up for the first day of 'therapy .'He would n't think anyone would choose to wear leather this close to the equator, but the hotel air conditioning was on full bam, which probably made it tolerable.

In fact, unless you were very ardent blooded, you would want to fall apart something laborious to avoid getting cold. Luckily for him, that had never been an issue. He felt fine in his release down shirt and chinos. The cool air felt nice on his skin.

"Why are n't the bell hops following with my luggage ?"he inquired.

"They 'll bring it up shortly. They 're pretty busybodied right now. hatful of Edgar Guest checking in."

Trevor nodded. The lobby had been pretty packed. At least he did n't have to lug the heavy bags around by himself any more.

"Do we induce an preference tonight ?"

"Nope"she answered over her articulatio humeri."Not until tomorrow. Tonight you can rest up up from your flight and we can get to screw each early a little better."

"Awesome"Trevor replied with an bucked up smile. He was pleasantly surprised. The last thing he wanted after passing through two drome was to take heed to some woman yammer on for an hour or two. Also, he knew what getting to acknowledge each other was computer code for. It seemed this mini vacation was about to kick off in marvellous fashion.

They continued on until Jasmine slowed to a stop in strawman of room 237. She turned and smiled at Trevor before pulling a key card from her sac and swiping it over the door 's charismatic venire. The portal opened with a metallic clunk and Jasmine waved him in. Trevor stepped through first and was immediately blown away. The room was massive, immaculately furnished and well stocked with booze, snacks, toilet articles and other free gifts.

"This is my room ? ! ?"

"No, this is our room."

Trevor turned back to her as the doorway swung shut behind them."Wait, you mean we 're staying in the Saami way ? All weekend ?"

"Mmmhmmm"she answered with raised eyebrow."I was n't kidding when I said simulated relationship."

He could n't consider it. This was getting better by the minute.

Jasmine clasped her helping hand behind her back, which caused her copious bosom to stick out even more in the glistening leather bodice. She strolled forward slowly, growing closer by the second as the anticipation built.

"Maybe, if things go well, it wo n't be a simulation for long"she spoke evocatively. Her smokey heart and good, red lip betrayed lustful intent.

Her breasts pushed into the top of his breast and he realized just how much taller she was in her high heel charge. She was already tall for a woman, but now she had at least an in on him. Jasmine stared at him for a few moments, breathing softly as her perfume wafted over him. The tip of her tongue poked out, gliding across her top lip suggestively.

In a rush of primal desire, she dove on him. Jasmine 's script groped him all over as they started to kiss. Her tongue invaded his sassing aggressively. Trevor took hold of her curvy frame, tracing it up and down several multiplication before giving her fulsome ass a thirsty squeeze.

"I think -- You 're fucking hot"Jasmine spoke breathlessly around sucking kisses."And I want you right now."

"I 'm all yours -- misfire Walker"he answered between wet smacks and gratifying murmurs.

They made out at length until their warmth was interrupted by a belt at the doorway. Jasmine broke the kiss. She pointed down the hall past the kitchen.

"Bedroom is that way. Get out of those clothes. I 'll collect your things and be properly there."

"Yes, dame"Trevor answered, his cheeks filled with rosy red. He turned and strode off to find the chamber. In the background he could pick up Jasmine open the doorway and speak to the staff in their uncanny accent as he went deeper into the luxuriousness suite.

The bedroom had a overnice view, a colossus bed and a TV almost as big as the one in the living room. Trevor could n't stop grin as he disrobed. For once in his lifetime, he 'd taken a fortune and it had paid off. Thank fuck he had n't gone to shitty-ass, disgusting Vegas.

He 'd stripped down to his Boxer briefs by the meter the dark-haired smasher returned. He did n't abstract hard weights, like he was pretty sure Jasmine did, but his torso was well toned. He liked to pass his Night at the gym running laps and shooting basketball game in between a round or two on the weight machines.

"I know how it is after a trajectory"Jasmine noted. She lifted her branch and untied the band holding her hairsbreadth up. Her lovely curl glided down in waves of silky jet black."You look like you could use a massage. Get on the bed, facial expression down."

Trevor was n't going to indicate with that."Wow ! You know, you could 've sold this to me as 'the gross girlfriend experience'and it would 've been a much easier sell"he quipped as he stretched out flat on the bed and settled into the delicate covers.

"Oh, it wo n't all be lulu and ointment"Jasmine admitted as she grabbed a bottle of lotion from the bureau and squirted it into her hands."But by the end, I think you 're going to bear a unhurt new perspective on life."

The mattress shifted as the weighty Amazon River slid onto the bed and crawled over Trevor 's body. She planted her strong legs on either side of meat of him, her knees digging down around his waist. Trevor felt something business firm press down on the small of his rear, but he figured it was just her leather skirt, bunched up below her. He moaned as Jasmine sank her unassailable hands into his shoulders and began kneading away.

She traced his weapons system and second up and down, groping him with an telling grip. Where her workforce flowed, tension and emphasis exited his body. He spoke muffled gibberish into the duvet as she put him at the greatest ease he could remember in his life story. Trevor did n't even notice the sparkle alloy clinking when Jasmine reached over and grabbed something from under the pillows.

"Give me your arm"she commanded. Trevor let her pull it behind him.

*CRRRRICK-CRICK*

He felt a metal handcuff tighten around his left wrist.

"Wait- What ? ! ?"

"Shhhhhhhhh"Jasmine leaned down and hissed into his ear."Just go with it"she implored as she seized his good wrist and pulled his other arm behind his back."Let me choose you places you 've never been before"she added in her most sulfurous tone.

"Haha ... Alright ..."Trevor replied meekly. He yielded to her as she secured the former cuff around his right wrist. return how potent she was, it 's not like he could stop her in his flow position.

*CRRRRICK-CRICK*

"There we go. Almost ready to party !"

"Why, what else do we possess to-"

Before he could finish the interrogative sentence, it was answered for him. Jasmine 's mitt reached over his head and lowered a burnished, red, rubberise lump gag into view. She pulled it to his lips, mashing it against his face as Trevor closed his sassing just in time.

"Mmmmm !"

"Open."

"Mmmphhhmmmrrrrrmm !"

"I said open, Trevor ! From here on out, you 're going to do what you 're told, or there will be consequences."

"postponement, I --"

His row made it just wide enough for Jasmine to pull the smooth, thick ball past his brim. She tugged it with all her strength and Trevor opened his mouth wider, if only to spare his tooth. His eyes bulged as his stallion lip was filled with unforgiving, ball-shaped rubber and his jaw was forced open permanently. Jasmine secured the device behind his header with a web of leather strap that dug into his hairsbreadth and anatomy tightly.

'Oh fuck ! What the screw did I take the air into ? ! ?'

Jasmine 's script left him momentarily, but were back on his soundbox in instant. She wrapped another thick piece of leather around his throat and he quickly realized it was some kind of collar. It clinked and jangled as she moved it into situation. She worked intently, tightening it snugly around his neck as she secured its many metal buckles and fasteners.

"It should come as no surprisal that you 'll be calling me schoolmistress Jasmine from now on. That is, when I give you back the power to speak. That wo n't be for a spell. On the offset Night, salutary little slave male child should be seen and not heard as they learn proper decorum."

"Mmmppphhgglllmmm ! MMPPHHHRRRRRMMM ! ! !"

"Shutup !"she shouted, grabbing his heading harness sternly. She dug one knee into his rear, pushing him deep into the bed to cement the point that she was in full control."Unless you have something damn authoritative to say, you speak only when spoken to ! Two grunt for yes, one oink for no ! Understand, piggy ?"

Trevor was overwhelmed by shame, but he did n't desire to piss her off. The full-of-the-moon gravity of his state of affairs was descending on him like an array of minatory storm clouds.

"Ommph ! Ommph !"

It was the Charles Herbert Best approximation of an 'oink'he could do with a verbalize replete of wet rubber.

"Better"she said with a playful smack to the side of his face.

She slid off the bed again, but was back in no time. Trevor felt her handwriting all over his scummy body. She held something cool against the skin of his thigh.

*snip snip snip snip*

"We wo n't be needing these anymore."

His pugilist were shredded and their oddment pulled off with a combination of metallic gash and stretched ripping sounds. Soon, his buttocks were exposed to the frosty hotel air.

"Mmmmm, not bad Trevor !"Jasmine cooed as she groped his bare ass cheeks."Your ass might be your best feature ! I 'll be making frequent use of it."

"NNNRRGGGHHH ! NNNNPPHHHH ! ! !"His organic structure shook in her grasp as her intentions grew more clear.

"Oh, forgetting the normal already ? That 's going to be you."

Jasmine rose and walked to the dresser filled with toys, fetish wearable and simpleness. She retrieved a long, sturdy paddle before making her way back to the bed.

"Ten strokes to avail you remember, backbite boy."

*WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK*

She brought the flat end of the paddle down fiercely across the center of both cheeks. Each one grew more unspeakable than the last as she put every bit of her considerable strength into each monumental swat. His ass jiggled and grew more red with each tornado. The final five broke his silence as Trevor groaned painfully into the increasingly squashy gag.

*WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK*

"Up on your knees, unless you want ten more"Jasmine ordered as she tossed the spank aside casually.

Trevor hurried to obey, shimmying his legs up the bed. Jasmine helped him into position, guiding him until his posterior was in the air and his knees pressed down into the continental quilt. His limp pecker and scrotum hung below, free for the twisted Domme to do whatever she pleased with them. Trevor quivered with his typeface pressed into the bed as he dreaded what she 'd do next.

Jasmine examined his bottom, running one hand all over his orb before seizing his half limp cock and stroking it up and down. She masturbated him until it grew to a broad erection. He was responding to her sexual aggression in spite of the bondage and his own fears. Trevor 's body was betraying him.

"damn ! A nice ass and an impressive cock ! VII inches, I think ? You 'd deliver no trouble finding a lady friend if you were n't such a fuck asshole."

She released his putz and reached for something else below the pillows. It was the final composition she needed before the festivities could really get into full swing.

"That 's what this weekend is all about, Trevor. You learning what life has been like for women for most of human story. You were close, about this being the ultimate lady friend experience. It 's actually the ultimate young man experience, and you 're mine for the side by side four Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ! I 'm going to take you into a right submissive boy toy."

As she spoke, Trevor felt Jasmine guide something past the tip of his member and ease it up the good length of his diaphysis. Once at the base of his rooster, she pulled the straps tight, sealing it to his pelvis. He felt something small, but weighty, pulled up into the back of his scrotum. Two short, cool metal prongs pressed into his balls.

"There ! Now we can have some real fun !"

She disappeared just long enough to pile up some more toy dog. When Jasmine returned, she grabbed hold of his body and rolled him over. Trevor lay with his limit arm behind him, staring up at the grinning femme fatale. She wasted no time fastening gleaming, spiked metal clamps to Trevor 's nipples. As the cool metal bit into his sensitive bits, Trevor yelled into his gag. He yelped again when Jasmine tugged on the thin metallic element chain of mountains connecting the two clamps.

"MMMRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH ! ! !"

"Oh, discontinue it ! You think they hurt now ? Wait till we take them off. That 's when the veridical pain in the neck bang in."

As Jasmine stepped back and admired her work, Trevor noticed something that multiplied his growing anxiety. The midst leather annulus could no longer hide Jasmine 's grievous appendage. Not at the long, fat size it had grown to, feeding on Trevor 's fear and pain in the ass. With horrific clearness, he realized she was n't just a con artist and sadist. She was a Futanari to boot.

"Oh, whoops !"she exclaimed, following his startled regard downward."Guess that spoils the surprisal !"

She undid her doll, stepping out of the glossy leather and tossing it aside. Revealed in its totality was her banging club of flesh jutting through her silky nylons. She pulled them down, freeing her cock, so Trevor could get an eyeful of her monolithic arm at full mast. He stared at it in jounce. Her erecting was more than a foot long and at least twice his own cinch. A gargantuan twosome of fleshy cantaloupe vine hung below it, carrying the promise of Sir Thomas More seeded player than any male could ever hope to conjure.

As he gawked at the powerful Futa in horror, Jasmine unburdened herself further. Her leather top was unzipped, unlaced and cast parenthesis, freeing her healthy breasts. They were equally telling as her cock, jutting out enticingly and glistening with a cut sheen of swither. The right adult female oozed pure dominance and unrestrained eroticism. This was only magnified when she reached to the dresser and lifted a pitch-black and Au Venetian masquerade to her face. Jasmine tied it behind her head, completing her figure of speech as a Dominatrix in full moon bloom.

"Yeah, you got a prissy cock, slave, but it 's nothing compared to mine"she taunted while fisting the obscene length up and down."And you 're going to be intimately associate with it substantial soon."

Trevor shook his promontory adamantly as she grabbed his body and rolled him over a sec time. He thought about kicking at her as she circled back to his depleted half, but he knew that would just piss her off. He had no Leslie Townes Hope of escape as long as his arm were still bound. He did n't defy when Jasmine guided his branch back into blank space, propping him up on his genu again.

With a snap fastener of latex and a loud squirt of creamy lubricant, Jasmine had her right hired hand ready for interpolation. She approached the quivering man-slut from behind, adoring his frightened moan and phlegm drenched, muffled pleas.

"Oh, relax slut ! I 'm not going to fuck you ... yet. I would n't need to break my new toy in half on the inaugural go !"

Jasmine speared two lube-drenched finger's breadth into his compressed sphincter and began working them in and out smoothly. The untried man 's asshole gripped her latex fingers like a tourniquet.

"Whew ! Goddamn Trevor ! Tight as a drumfish ! It 's nice to have it off your anal virginity is all mine. virgin boy pussy is the estimable, by far. I almost finger honour !"

After a XII slickness insertions and withdrawals, she added another finger. Jasmine crammed three rubbery digits into his slick pucker, her fingers sinking in slowly as his starfish expanded with her demands.

"MMMMPPPGGHHHHH ! ! ! NNNRRRGGHHHHHHHH ! ! !"

"Uh huh. You say that now, but I bet it 's gon na start to palpate effective existent soon."

The plucky Femdom stroked her finger's breadth downward with each overemotional removal. The abundant lubricator smeared all over her rubber-base paint fingerbreadth and his silky rampart. Trevor 's increasingly tractile back passage created gummy thwacking sounds as she plowed her hand deeper in his ass with each thrust.

"You know, there 's one thing I was n't lying about. I do think you 're hot, Trevor. You have so much potential ! You 'll be even hot as my limping peter sucker and back-door bottom beef ! I and the other counselor-at-law are going to make full use of you this weekend. We 're going to ingest so much fun !"

As she increased the pace of her digit screwing, her slick digit strummed over Trevor 's prostate. The brutal stretching pain sensation began to impart way to something warm and oddly pleasant. His form went slack against the bed as he he felt all restraint flee his organic structure and his eye rolled upward.

"Now, let 's see if you were a good boy and followed Mistress Jasmine 's instructions."

Trevor 's cock grew hard ; betraying him a second time under the malevolent woman 's ministrations. His pre-cum leaked on the bed as he felt all five of the woman 's fingerbreadth sink into his extend asshole. He moaned nonstop as she pumped her arm into his portal of soft, gripping flesh and gummy lubricant. Trevor was on the brink of losing his mind as she filled him to bursting. Jasmine fisted him nonstop, his dissent turning to groan in spitefulness of himself.

"Yeah ! hire it, bitch ! remove MY FIST UP YOUR SLUTTY ASS !"

*SMACK*

The open palm of Jasmine 's liberal hand cracked off his left ass boldness. In the present moment of encroachment, Trevor 's prick shuddered and spit a thick wad of creamy white jizzum all over the bedding. His balls clenched and rope after rope of stringy nut ejected onto the eiderdown. His balls emptied, three weeks worth of celibacy blasting all over the silklike covering fire as Jasmine fisted him to a finish.

"Wooooo ! Look at that !"

She withdrew her hand from his slimy interior with a wet slurch. Trevor 's scourge trap shriveled back to something like its rule size as silky ooze slid from the orifice. Jasmine brought her lube-slick palm tree down heavily and gave his right ass cheek the Saame coarse treatment.

*SMACK*

"Not only did you just come like a flaming hosiery from getting fisted, but it looks like you followed my orders. I 'd say we 're off to a ok start !"

The thick latex snapped as Jasmine pulled off her fisting glove and tossed it aside. She sauntered to the other side of the bed, her cock bobbing in battlefront of her and putting her fervor on fully video display. Jasmine grabbed a fistful of Trevor 's tomentum, pulling his side up from the bed and demanding his attention.

"I should make you lick up that mess hall, but I do n't need to take off that gag. Not just yet."

Trevor grunted pitifully around the sloppy pencil eraser ball. His eyes pleaded with her for mercy.

"What 's the affair, slut ? Not having fun ? You do n't look like you 're enjoying the training."

Trevor shook his headspring weakly.

Jasmine 's gaze grew cold and annoyed."Pfffft ! I was hoping for more enthusiasm than this. Do you want to leave ?"

He was almost afraid to be truthful, but Trevor nodded yes and murmured an approbatory into his gag.

The slighted adult female rolled her eyes."fine, if you 're going to be a wuss about it ..."She retrieved the key to his handcuffs from the dresser with angry, speed steps. Jasmine reached down and unlocked the metal constraint. Trevor grimaced in easement as his hands stretched free of their stress position.

The big cleaning lady stepped back and pointed to the doorway."Go, if that 's what you want."

The immature man backed off the bed as quickly as he could. He kept his front facing Jasmine, worried that this was some kind of trick. Trevor reached behind his head and traced the web of buckles and shoulder strap that kept the gag fixed in his mouth.

"You wo n't be able to deal that off without aid, and I 'm certainly not going to give it to you"Jasmine squabble while placing one mitt on her hip."Get moving before I change my mind."

Trevor took off at a run before even fully turning around. He almost crashed into the corner of the doorway bod before righting himself and scampering into the hall.

He 'd only made it halfway down the corridor when Jasmine lifted the pocket-size remote and pressed its main button, marked with a lightning bolt.

"MMMMMMRRRRRRGGGGLLLLLLMMMMM ! ! ! !"

electrical energy surged through Trevor 's nutsack, delivering a jerking of incredible, debilitating annoyance he had n't known was possible in the human being body. He stumbled and hit the ground like a sacque of potatoes, wailing into his gag as the gimmick continued to deliver his punishment. He shuddered on the floor until the shortcut of ten moment expired.

Jasmine strode into the dorm, her heels clicking against the hardwood. The cackling Futa Goddess was naked aside from her masque and thigh-high boots. She pocketed the remote control, swinging a leash and a new duet of chasteness in her right hand as she approached her fallen pet.

Trevor was dazed and still groaning in pain. fatigue duty weighed down his torso, the effects lingering long after the considerable blow stopped channeling through his balls. He floundered on the floor, muttering in unbelief around his phlegm drenched musket ball gag.

"I 'm disappointed in you, Trevor"the haughty Futa reprimanded him. Jasmine reached down and grabbed his pass on hired hand. She wrapped the first-class honours degree leather manacle around his wrist and buckled it securely as she continued speaking."Really, after the howling sexual climax I just gave you ! I put your pleasance before mine and you run at the first opportunity ! Unbelievable. Just leave me at the communion table why do n't you ?"

She snapped up his other wrist joint and buckled the second leather cuff around it. This cuff had a built in metal fixing while the other had a firm metal D-ring attached. She guided them together and snapped the simpleness in property, locking his hired hand close together in front of him. Not satisfied, she reached down and gave the chain connecting his nipple clamps a firm tug. As he yelped in fresh painful sensation, she swatted him across the face.

*SLAP*

"I guess I need to spell out how this relationship works."

Jasmine grabbed the brusque metallic element connectedness between his two cuffs and headed for the life way. She pulled him by his weapon system, dragging the gagged, sputtering hard worker across the floor behind her. Trevor grunted as his physical structure squeaked along the ground, his naked flesh scuffing against the lacquered wood.

The living way was furnished with several long, plush leather lounge. When they 'd hit the end of the nearest one, Jasmine came to a catch. She reached under Trevor 's right arm and tugged upward, grabbing his side with her early deal. Her curvature were as soft as they were solid, pressing on him as she demanded his compliance.

"C'mon ! Get up ! It 's been long enough. You should be able to resist, by now."

Trevor grunted and coughed into the hot, syrupy clump ; flailing until he was standing upright again. His simpleness clinked, denying him as he tried to pull his hands more than a few inches apart. As soon as he was sweetheart, Jasmine grabbed his hairsbreadth with one handwriting and took his Kuki in the other. Her death stare made it clear that he was to heed carefully or he would suffer more punishments.

"For the side by side three mean solar day and dark, I will do whatever the fuck I please with you. If you want this to be a near encyclopaedism experience and not an endlessly miserable one, you will put forth your best effort to delight ME. Is that clear ?"

Trevor nodded vigorously. He 'd learned his lesson, alright. He did n't ever want to feel that nasty saccade through his nethers again. Nor did he wish to learn what else this fiercely potent and eminently circuitous woman was able of. As if reading his head, Jasmine chose to lend him some idea.

"goodness, because if you 're an obedient slave and I see that you 've learned the deterrent example of the weekend, I 'm going to let you go home and give your love life another pellet. If not, you 'll be staying here a while. excess education until our chemical group gets tired of you. If you still have n't learned your place by then, you 'll be handed over to the local Cosa Nostra. They 'll have fun with you for a while. Probably start you on hormones. Then, when you 're pretty enough, they 'll smuggle you to some nightclub in Mexico, or maybe a bordello in Brazil. You can imagine where it goes from there."

Trevor 's wide eyes and total secretiveness told her all she needed to know. She had his full attention, now.

Jasmine clipped the tierce to one of the many O-rings on Trevor 's collar. She grabbed him and pushed him over the side of the sofa. His upper half smacked down into the thick leather cushion. Trevor 's leaping hands sprawled out ahead of him as his nerve mashed into the shiny brown.

"So be a skilful fuck-boy and do what you 're told !"

Jasmine waited for him to mutter a reaction, but nothing came. She realized she had n't technically asked him a doubtfulness. The fired-up Domina did n't just want his attention. Jasmine wanted his full, unfettered acquiescence, complaisance and submission.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND, hard worker ? ! ?"

"YEFF MIFFREFF ! ! !"

*SMACK*

She scalded his bum with another business firm spank.

"That 's more like it."

Now that they 'd strive an understanding, she could adopt a more relax approach shot. Jasmine lowered down on her haunches, her men groping and kneading his firm, stave ass. She spread his face and inspected him as her face grew close-fitting. Trevor 's ruck had shrunk back to its formula size and only a niggling balance lube was still leaking out.

She wiped it away with her fingerbreadth before zeroing in with her backtalk and imbrication at his most sore stain. She loved the intuitive feeling of her tongue on a leap striver 's brown-eye. Not only did it feel terrific, it was just one to a greater extent way to master them.

Jasmine was a big believer in positive reinforcing stimulus. It was a mighty tool for sexually reprogramming guys like Trevor. appearance them who 's boss and then kill them with kindness. Give them something to feel conflicted about before stripping their soul bare and bending them to your will.

"Mmmmm ..."Jasmine moaned as she tongued and lapped away at his ass."Virgin no longer, but still so tasty."

Her mighty second joint and calfskin flexed. She tossed her hair's-breadth around her head and murmured pleasurably in between farseeing clout. Jasmine had no hassle holding the bow positioning for as long as she wanted. She feasted away on his boy pussy at leisure time. Her firm bridge player kneaded his ass cheeks as she kept his hind end split up open with ease.

Despite the horrible circumstances Trevor found himself in, he began mumbling in incoherent bliss. spit ran from his sopping, rubber-stuffed mouth as his new owner and schoolmarm put him at simplicity. To sense such atrocious pain and then such wonderful pleasance in so curt a outer space of time was the ultimate contrast. He could n't avail but wonder if Jasmine was a fellow member of the Cenobites from Hellraiser.

The virago 's excitement surged as she listened to her incoherent captive. Jasmine 's cock grew even more inflexible, her midst length hardening to fleshy sword. Her tip ran with abundant pre-cum, pooling on the floor in a spate which resembled a typical man 's entire ejaculation.

When she could suffer the prediction no longer, Jasmine rose. She drew stuffy to her bent-over adulteress boy and laid her hefty cum-pipe right wing down his waiting go. She worked it up and down his ass, smearing sticky pre all over his well-spanked ass as her desire built to a crescendo.

Trevor 's blissful rest period faded and he quickly realized what Jasmine was about to do. He 'd tacitly jibe to obey and submit, but her upcoming infraction put his soundbox in terror mood. His foot pressed against the floor, trying desperately to push himself further down the couch as his rosehip wiggled position to side. He did n't require her massive prick in his ass, especially so soon after being brutally fisted. Trevor could still experience the burning kiss of her knuckles around his blown-out rim, even after her soothing licks.

Jasmine took a steady grasp of his articulatio coxae. She dug her finger's breadth in deep, grinning as she watched him squirm.

"Mmmmmm, yes ! Now we 're talking ! Normally I do n't let disobedience go unpunished, but you 're about to be punished with my big cock regardless. Go ahead, Trevor. conflict ! I love it ! make me operose as a adamant Mandrillus leucophaeus !"

She placed her right thighs on the interior of his dislocate peg and pushed outward. Trevor 's lower physical structure was split receptive even wider, his ass presented to her like a bloom efflorescence. The lustful Domina positioned her thick glans at his spongy backdoor. She circled her tip around it a few times, spreading her glue-like fluids all over his waiting target.

What she was about to do could hurt a man permanently if he had n't been properly prepared. That was the point of her initial fisting, on top of it being a lot of fun. The solitary thing she enjoyed more than plunging her hired man into a bound male 's ass was spearing him with her massive prick. Jasmine savored the moment of conquering as Trevor slobbered, groaned and tried in futility to pull his hip from her vice-like grip.

"PPPPPHHHHHMMMMMRRRRRLLLLGGGGGGGGGGGGG ! ! !"

Trevor 's middle watered as she glided into his soft folds. Her impossibly midst rotating shaft split his boy pussy wide as she sank it half way in record meter. Upon reaching that power point, her advance came dumb ; a seemingly nonstop train of fat pecker inching into his velvety depth. The woman assaulting him moaned in unspeakable joy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !"

Hilting in the first fucking would be high-risk, even for someone she 'd stretched out. Jasmine would have to operate up to it. Reluctantly, she backed out a ways before sinking her hammer in his gripping man-cunt for a irregular, long advance.

"Mmmmmmmmmm ! ! ! nooky YES ! ! ! !"

Trevor 's eyes watered. Fluids leaked from his face in three shoes ; his tears and syrupy phlegm making a mess on the leather seat. His hands opened and closed in their bindings, gripping at nothing as he yelled into his gag and endured her terrible insertion.

"Holy shtup ! How are you still this soused ? ! ?"she asked in genuine surprise. She slowly increased the pace of her thrusts, sinking three quarters of her wooden-headed cum cannon into his snuggery, elastic band flesh."You got an ass from Eden, baby ! I might just keep you forever."

Her screw quickly grew wet and haphazard. Her abundant pre-cum and the remnant lube coating his inside greased the way for smooth navigation. With a delighted grinning and eyes clouded by sodding rapture, she reached down and picked up the leash leading to Trevor 's catch. She wound it around her right hand, pulled it taught and yanked on his neck before digging her fingers back into Trevor 's hip. Now each prison term she bucked into him, the thick leather shoulder strap pulled at his shoe collar, choking him lightly with each increasingly powerful thrust.

"Oh yeah ... Got myself a premium part of boy twat, here ! Gon na have to be careful who I share you with ..."

As her delight grew, Jasmine 's thrusts became more needy and aggressive. The bosomy Domina demanded not only submission, but incredibly fierce sex. Her screw grew increasingly fierce until the cast itself rattled with her thrusts. Her monumental penis swelled to bursting within Trevor 's gripping wall. He could actually find it expanding as she slammed it deeper in his bowels.

"Take it all you cum deck whore !"

Jasmine gasped in bliss as she went ball deeply. Her massive orbs, swinging back and forth with increasing heftiness, finally slammed into Trevor 's dangling sack. Her fleshy coconuts battered the shocking device strapped to his balls ; smashing his scrotum against the leather upholstery of the sofa.

"I have n't gone three weeks without cumming like some cucked bitch boy, but I did halt off for a span 24-hour interval. Just for you Trevor ! Gon na flood you with my sperm, you cock arm fagot !"

Trevor 's face was repeatedly mashed into the cushion. His aching testicle were slapped relentlessly as the libidinous Domme fucked him. Trevor lay in a confused daze, ineffectual to reconcile the hurting of his stretched out SOB with the gratifying ace of having his prostate gland stroked by a hot, throbbing giga-cock. He whimpered weakly as she pounded him with vigor.

Flesh slapped against bod and leather as she railed him into a new, more humiliate, beast. Wet squelching phone slurped out continuously as Trevor was horse-piped into oblivion. Soon, none of his former senses seemed to register. His only awareness was of the monolithic schlong invading his rectum, pulling halfway out, and slamming bass into his squishy depths again.

"GUUUHHHH ! ! OHHH shag ! ! ! FUUUUCCCKKKKK ! ! ! ! NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Jasmine plunged her rooster home and left it buried in his sonant, twitching pucker. Her semen flooded forth, hot glue erupting like a roiling wave and coursing through Trevor 's intestine like a violent stream of creamy lava. The thick paste pushed ever farther, forcing itself into his digestive piece of land when there was no more ass left to fill.

"NNNGGGGHHHH ! ! ! FUCK YESSSSSS ! ! ! !"

Her scrotum clenched and released repeatedly. Jasmine 's consistence shuddered, her sack expanding and contracting as it fired weighty blasts of seminal fluid down her sperm cell channel into Trevor 's guts. With nowhere left to go, the entree jizzum splattered from his soiled anus, raining down from the tight seal of the Futadom 's deeply jammed mega-dong.

Trevor lay in a messy heap as his inside were filled with thick, quick sludge. It did n't look potential that a human being could ejaculate so much and for so long, but her bursts of seed dragged on for a fully minute that felt like an hour.

When her last strands of silky butter seeped into his packed bottom, Jasmine stepped back. Her editorial of hot, toilsome flesh slurped out of Trevor 's despoiled organic structure. As soon as her glans cleared his stretched kettle of fish, a current of cum poured from his anus. His shriveling pucker closed around it, restricting the stream to a dribble as his consistence attempted to retain her hitter covetously. It was the last and perhaps most repelling perfidy by his physique that day.

Jasmine smiled deviously as she placed her manpower on her pelvic arch and admired her work. She chuckled deviously as she surveyed Trevor 's thoroughly dominated and utterly fouled body. If he felt degraded now, he had no estimation how much further he had to fall. By the end of the long weekend, he would read the substance of true perversion. The striver her chemical group trained had intimate servitude inscribed in their psyche and tattooed on their very soul. It would continue their erotic ethos for the rest of their bum cunt lives.

She stepped forward and brought her palm down on both reddened, cum-strewn ass cheeks with two wet swats.

*SMACK SMACK*

Jasmine glided her hand up his sticky, nut glazed tornado, gathering as much cum as possible on her left ribbon. She walked around the position of the jolted lounge and crouched down beside Trevor. She pressed her hand to his gagged nerve and wiped pungent emollient over his every feature. He would get to taste her soon, but for now, he could bath in the feeling and odor of her core. She finished by wiping her hired hand in his sweaty blonde locks. Jasmine made sure every bead of sticky glaze was mopped up by his golden hair.

"Now, you truly belong to me."

She stood and walked off to get a boozing. After such elbow grease, even a char like Jasmine needed a break. Trevor could lay in his filthy state of matter until full-of-the-moon credence of his new station in lifetime took hold.

* * * * *

"C'mon ! Deeper ! You can take more than that !"Jasmine admonished as she pushed his head down her bulbous tower of cock.

Trevor slobbered and gagged as she forced his face down another inch of her shaft. His eyes grew watery and cracked as she used his head like a fleshlight. He could n't even take one-half of her menacing length in his mouth and pharynx yet, though he suspected that would transfer very soon.

It was day two of sexual thraldom and matter were n't getting any easier. It had been a long nighttime of naughty lark, including an basic grade to hardcore BDSM. Jasmine had fitted him with a wax, thick, latex limping lawsuit that covered every part of his body in restrictive, glistening black. It was adorned with anchor tip to procure him wherever she wanted and slide fastener to access the role of his body she made haunt use of.

Upon waking, Jasmine had demanded a morning cock sucking. After failing to properly make breakfast for her and burning the French people toast, he 'd meet a combination spanking and flagellation in her stockade. Following that, she gave his face a second lengthy face fucking. She claimed that was her way of thanking the chef for his travail, even if they were inadequate. Then, she sat on his face for a half time of day before they left for their initiative event.

A melodic theme was emerging. As disgusting as he felt about himself and his new duties, Trevor was silently gladiolus she seemed to relish having her putz sucked Thomas More than claiming his despoiled bottom. His rima oris could handle the repeated abuse more than his still-aching pucker.

After his morning visitation, they 'd gone to orientation. There, Trevor discovered he was n't the merely man being wrapped in latex, locked in restraints and led around by a tierce. The orifice seminar was a one hour affair explaining the several workshops the group of crazed Futa Dommes were putting on for the next three days.

Jasmine lounged, defenseless, on the leather lounge and guided his mouth up and down her cock. She examined the aviator they 'd handed out, studying their pick for the day in between corrections to her servile gimp bitch.

"So many wonderful trainings and result. I can hardly decide !"

Trevor slurped up and down her gild of wet flesh hurriedly, trying to bring Jasmine to orgasm and give himself some scant reprieve. She gazed down at him, her eyes narrowing as she grew annoyed. The domineering Futa gripped his pilus tightly, bringing an end to his haste.

"Slow down, slovenly woman ! It 's not a race. My prick is a gourmet meal and you need to savor it ! Go slower and with more tongue !"

She resumed pushing his face up and down her shaft. Jasmine guided his head leisurely as she sought to force her glans deeper past the entrance to his throat.

"I suppose we could just stay here and I could render you more personal preparation. You obviously need it. I 'm having some of the girl over tonight. You need to imbibe pecker better than this if you 're going to serve them properly."

Trevor 's eyes grew mournful as his head was pumped up and down her increasingly sloughy pole. Her pre-cum was running freely now, oozing down his throat as she prepared to pop off her godlike cargo yet again.

"How does that sound, Trevor ? A whole buffet of cock for you tonight !"

"CWWWIIIKKYYUULLK KAWAAACKKK !"he sputtered in wet bursts around her twitching length.

Jasmine giggled."Good answer, bitch."

Trevor was committed, now. He had no better options. He would serve Jasmine and her perverted Futa friend. The depraved group of flaky sadists posing as relationship advocate had entrapped him completely. He would do whatever disgusting acts they demanded of him.

The loth submissive would dish them dutifully and hope Jasmine would let him go menage when the conference was over. He did n't cognise if she could be trusted to keep her Good Book, but he had to reserve on to that Hope. It was the only hope he had left.

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