“ Very interesting"Jasmine muttered sarcastically as her pen sailed across the Thomas Nelson Page. Normally she 'd be taking annotation, but that was no longer necessary with her current node. She had this new man figured out. In example like his, she would often doodle while the subject was under hypnosis. Her head would occasionally touch off a new point of interest, but at this stage, they mostly confirmed her suspicions.

She knew exactly what treatment he needed. Now it was just a topic of talking him into it. Sometimes, it helped to visualize these things ; to make a portrayal of the future you would get to manifest. Her pen came to a point as she completed her drawing. It was a fossil oil representation of the option 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 snap my fingers. When I snap my fingers, you will re-emerge feeling completely refreshed. Ready ? One. Two. Three."

*snap*

Trevor 's light gray eyes opened. He stared at the ceiling as his mental fogginess cleared. It felt like he 'd been sleeping for years. It was n't sopor in the traditional sensation, of track, but he felt well rested. He sat up and turned, his feet finding the floor. Trevor ran a deal through his myopic, blonde locks. When he looked up, the gorgeous healer with the glimmer trash and yummy ignominious hair was smiling at him.

"How long was I out ?"

"Quite a patch. 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."

"Good, because I 'm not paying a 100 one dollar bill to hold another nap."

That was n't mediocre. She 'd done more than just the hypno stuff and nonsense. Still, he was starting to oppugn why he continued coming here. She was n't even a licensed therapist. Her commercial enterprise wag read : Sex Therapist & Relationship counselor, but the only credential on her wall was a bachelor-at-arms 's in psychology.

A month ago, her advertising had called out to him like a shining beacon in the night. It came along at just the right-hand time in his life. A motion picture of her, one hand on her hip and the other lowering her rimmed glasses down her nose while she stared at the referee. 'Relationship trouble ? Ca n't find out a lucifer ? Be man enough to allow you need the help of a woman .'

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

And that was n't her alone impressive feature of speech. Jasmine had the body of an Olympic athlete and a beauty marker to go with it. Her close suit-coat and heavy skirt could n't blot out the muscle in her arms and thighs. Yet her hide was flawless and her features purely feminine. Her black hair flowed in sultry Wave that extended well down past her shoulders.

No marvel Trevor was going to therapy for the first sentence in his life history. If reeling cat in with sex appeal was her schtik, she probably had slew of guest. It seemed to consume worked on him. That, combined with Trevor 's long dry spell, is why he found himself on Ms. Jasmine Walker 's couch for the third base time.

"You 've been patient role up to this power point, and I appreciate that"she replied, ignoring his crossness."I assure you, we 're going to do something Thomas More concrete next. Although, it 's going to cost more than a one C if you want my most in effect treatment."

"more than ? ! ?"he asked incredulously."What kind of treatment are we talking about ?"

The counsellor 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 simple tee shirt and jeans betrayed a lack of fashion sense, but he was handsome enough. Trevor was fit and his physical body filled out his wearing apparel nicely. He would 've done amercement with the ladies if he was n't such a typical dude-bro. Unfortunately, her trips into his psyche had revealed he was lacking in several field early than fashion. head among them were empathy, communication and a mod sympathy of the fairer sex.

Trevor had some outdated notions about human relationship. This had resulted in disaster with his previous girlfriend. Without Jasmine 's service, his kind were doomed in the new world. She would have to be strict with him. It would all be for the outdo 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 Dominican democracy. Haiti. The Cayman Islands ... etc. They make up the Antilles."

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

"It 's gorgeous. I go there frequently for work and play. In fact, an organization I 'm consort with support retirement there regularly. We often bring clients who can do good from More helping hand on experience."

Trevor chuckled."script on, huh ? What does that mean ?"

"shop. use free rein. Deep hypnosis. intense sensitivity grooming that requires a kind of ... simulated relationship. It 's much more intimate than what can be achieved in an function surround. I think you 're an splendid candidate for this form of therapy."

Jasmine 's grin was as mischievous as Trevor 's eyes were wide-eyed. The import were clear. The only question was if they were true or if this was a smooth sales pitch to get him to some horribly dull, overpriced, new age, personal growth seminar.

"That does sound worry. Tell me more."

"If you were to follow along, our Roger Sessions, outside of the workshop, would be mostly one on one. However, I should note all of the former counselor-at-law in this group are women and we do help each other out. Sometimes its necessary to dial up the volume. Things can get very interesting when multiple charwoman are involved."

Trevor 's body temperature rose steadily. He felt like a thermometer that was about to pop and gush atomic number 80 all over the floor. He almost never sweat outside the gym, but his hide was confining to breaking out in a wet sheen.

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

At starting time, Trevor thought he was going softheaded when he noticed the busty counsel being more than flirty with him. Jasmine had put her hands on him during this session, guiding him to the sofa and getting him in the position she wanted. She 'd taken his pulse and given him a lighting massage, something she had n't done in previous Roger Huntington 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 think matter. She was into him. Jasmine likely reserved these offers for her best-loved node. Trevor had heard of sex therapist who did more than just therapy and, in truth, he 'd hope Jasmine was one of those women. Now, it seemed his patience was being rewarded. He may have hit the jackpot.

"You have no idea, but I hope to show you first hand. Our future retreat is in three weeks. These event 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 prison term off and you can pay the introduction fee."

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

"Two thousand dollars."

Trevor 's centre practically bugged from his skull."TWO THOUSAND ? ! ? For four daytime ?"

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

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

Jasmine laughed."Nothing that fancy. Though, our group does require some particular accommodations to put on our training. That 's why it 's a slight pricey. And we therapist need to be paid for our time, too, of course."

Trevor encountered his showtime trace of trepidation. For that form of money, he could go to Vegas and have one hell of a weekend. He could risk, see a turn of fantastic show and pay for the companionship of several women. Of path, he would feel like a loser by the end of it. That was the easy path and it was n't going to help oneself him with the ladies in the future.

His beautiful counselor, on the former handwriting, was offering a tripper to the Caribbean, some kind of next-level sex and kinship therapy and she was hinting at naughty fun. It had just the compensate aura of mystery story and class to make it more appealing than splurging on booze and hookers.

"seed now, Trevor"she spoke, interrupting his reflexion."Does spending three nighttime with me really sound so bad ?"

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

"It will be the fresh investment and the most exciting four days of your life. That 's my guarantee."

Trevor studied the sultry charwoman as she crossed her legs gracefully. Her white meat seemed like they were about to collapse from her suit crownwork. Her strong ramification flexed, leading down to commanding heels. She lowered her glasses and looked at him directly, their eyes meeting like unfrequented strangers in the night. 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 grinning."You 'll ask to cover your own air fare as well, but everything else is included. You wo n't take to care about meals and such."

"Alright. Are we having another academic session before the trip ?"

"No, that wo n't be necessary. I 'll be heading down early to help setup the grooming, so I wo n't see you again until then. I 'll text you the inside information tomorrow so you can Word your flight."

"Great. Anything else I should bang ?"

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

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

Three workweek without jerking it ? For a guy in his late twenties ? He felt like he 'd just been assigned to some fiendish purgatory.

Jasmine 's impish chuckle reinforced the prospect of juicy fun to come."It 's of import that you enter this with the mightily outlook. Follow my book of instructions and you 'll be attracting the good kind of women in no time. trustingness me."

* * * * *

Trevor sat in the airport entrance hall, shifting uncomfortably in the rigid seat as he waited for his flight to set out boarding. It had been several yearn weeks of blue-balled expectation, but the day had come and he would soon be taking his first-class honours degree head trip to the Caribbean.

He lamented that he could n't put in his ear buds and ignore the haphazardness around him, but he did n't require to miss an important announcement and get caught with his pants down. Trevor scrolled through his sociable leisurely, barely paying attention to the common stream of bull news and mediocre memes. It was mostly to make his hands something to do. His mind was fixated on the next four days.

Would this misstep be a massive disappointment and a tally waste of time and money ? The Best prospicient weekend of his life ? Something in between ?

A serial of futuristic beep blared through his headphone 's loudspeaker system, letting Trevor lie with he had an incoming cry. The pop fly notification read : Jasmine Walker. He smiled and hit the admit button.

"hullo, 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 solar day. The conditions is sodding and the hotel is prepped. This is going to be a great event !"

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

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

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

"Yes, well, I do n't care to be too obvious, but some guys can be pretty oblivious. Not you, though. You 're clearly prepare for some advanced preparation. By the meter I 'm done, you 'll have to fight the Lady off with a stick."

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

"Oh-ho ! bold wrangle. We 'll see if you can live up to them. give a good flight, lover boy. And determine your email. I just sent a pic."

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

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

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

The motion-picture show loaded and he barely recognized the char who 'd been his healer for two month. Her grim hairsbreadth was done up in a high ponytail. Her physical composition was much more pronounced with darkness phantasma, prominent eyeliner and ample blush adding color to her cheeks. Her puritanic middle sparkled as she gazed into the camera.

She 'd posed for the selfie with one hand on her wide hips, just like in the ad. Jasmine wore a sleeveless leather top that molded to her curves wonderfully. In stark direct contrast to her cautious persona at the office, she looked wild and ready to guide to a nightclub.

Jasmine smiled and held up two fingers in the classic peace sign. That was the most vernacular association, though Trevor knew in many portion of the humankind it instead meant'V for triumph .'It had formerly been a place humans War II gesture of solemnization, but now was used more as a assertion of cute playfulness.

'Goddamn, she looks perplex ! And she obviously wants in my drawers. I definitely made the right on call .'

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

* * * * *

After disembarking and a prospicient cab drive, Trevor found himself in the hallway of a swanky hotel. It was n't a five-star establishment by any agency, but it seemed pretty upscale for the relatively small island country he found himself in. The natives spoke an odd version of broken English in which you 'd be lucky to catch every other word of honor. Their language and culture was a hodge-podge influenced by a dozen unlike nations from colonial times.

Jasmine met him in the lobby and he followed her, watching her body flex in the same leather top she 'd sported in the photo. She wore a yearn, matching MIDI bird below, it 's sheeny smutty rippling as her legs pumped. The pattern held as Trevor followed her peg down into black leather boots with stiletto heels. Her dark hair bobbed in the tall crib nates ; the luxurious ignition lock trailing down past her articulatio humeri 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 recall anyone would opt to wear leather this close to the equator, but the hotel air conditioning was on full blast, which probably made it tolerable.

In fact, unless you were very warm blooded, you would desire to wear upon something heavier to invalidate getting frigidity. Luckily for him, that had never been an issue. He felt ok in his push down shirt and chinos. The cool air felt courteous 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 busy right now. piles of Edgar Guest checking in."

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

"Do we give birth an orientation tonight ?"

"Nope"she answered over her shoulder."Not until tomorrow. Tonight you can stay up up from your flying and we can get to fuck each early a lilliputian better."

"Awesome"Trevor replied with an encouraged grin. He was pleasantly surprised. The concluding thing he wanted after passing through two airport was to mind to some char yammer on for an time of day or two. Also, he knew what getting to know each other was code for. It seemed this mini vacation was about to kick off in elevated fashion.

They continued on until Jasmine slowed to a diaphragm in presence of room 237. She turned and smiled at Trevor before pulling a key lineup from her scoop and swiping it over the door 's magnetic dialog box. The portal opened with a metallic clunk and Jasmine waved him in. Trevor stepped through first and was immediately blown away. The way was monumental, immaculately furnished and well stocked with hard liquor, bite, toiletry and other complimentary gifts.

"This is my room ? ! ?"

"No, this is our room."

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

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

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

Jasmine clasped her hired man behind her back, which caused her ample bosom to stick out even more in the shiny leather bodice. She strolled forward slowly, growing closer by the s as the anticipation built.

"Maybe, if things go well, it wo n't be a simulation for long"she spoke evocatively. Her smokey optic and full moon, red back talk betrayed lubricious intent.

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

In a surge of primal desire, she dove on him. Jasmine 's hands groped him all over as they started to osculate. Her tongue invaded his mouth aggressively. Trevor took hold of her curvy skeletal frame, tracing it up and down several times before giving her oily ass a athirst squeeze.

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

"I 'm all yours -- missy Walker"he answered between wet tang and pleasurable murmurs.

They made out at distance until their cacoethes was interrupted by a knocking at the door. Jasmine broke the kiss. She pointed down the hallway past the kitchen.

"chamber is that way. Get out of those wearing apparel. I 'll collect your affair and be rectify there."

"Yes, Ma'am"Trevor answered, his cheeks filled with rose-colored red. He turned and strode off to find the bedroom. In the background he could hear Jasmine open the door and speak to the faculty in their unearthly accent as he went bass into the luxuriousness suite.

The bedroom had a nice position, a giant bed and a TV almost as big as the one in the living room. Trevor could n't stop smiling as he disrobed. For once in his living, he 'd taken a chance and it had paid off. Thank fuck he had n't gone to shitty-ass, disgusting Vegas.

He 'd despoil down to his bagger briefs by the metre the dark-haired beauty returned. He did n't purloin weighty weights, like he was pretty sure Jasmine did, but his torso was well toned. He liked to spend his nights at the gym running laps and shooting hoops in between a round or two on the weight machines.

"I know how it is after a flight"Jasmine noted. She lifted her arm and untied the band holding her hair up. Her lovely locks glided down in wafture of silken jet blackened."You look like you could use a massage. Get on the bed, fount down."

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

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

The mattress shifted as the weighty amazon slid onto the bed and crawled over Trevor 's body. She planted her strong legs on either English of him, her knees digging down around his waistline. Trevor felt something firm pressure down on the minor of his back, but he figured it was just her leather dame, bunched up below her. He moaned as Jasmine sank her unattackable hands into his shoulders and began kneading away.

She traced his arms and indorse up and down, groping him with an impressive handgrip. Where her hands flowed, tension and tension exited his body. He spoke muffled gibber into the eiderdown as she put him at the large comfort he could remember in his liveliness. Trevor did n't even discover the light metal clinking when Jasmine reached over and grabbed something from under the pillows.

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

*CRRRRICK-CRICK*

He felt a metal cuff 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 right hand radiocarpal joint and pulled his other arm behind his back."Let me take you post 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 other manacle around his redress radiocarpal joint. Given how strong she was, it 's not like he could stop her in his electric current position.

*CRRRRICK-CRICK*

"There we go. Almost prepare to party !"

"Why, what else do we have to-"

Before he could finish the question, it was answered for him. Jasmine 's hands reached over his school principal and lowered a bright, red, rubber ball gag into view. She pulled it to his backtalk, mashing it against his face as Trevor closed his oral cavity 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 words made it just wide enough for Jasmine to pull the smooth, thick ball past his lips. She tugged it with all her strength and Trevor opened his mouth wider, if only to give up his teeth. His eyes bulged as his entire backtalk was filled with unforgiving, spherical rubber and his jaw was forced heart-to-heart permanently. Jasmine secured the device behind his psyche with a web of leather straps that dug into his haircloth and anatomy tightly.

'Oh shag ! What the screwing did I take the air into ? ! ?'

Jasmine 's hands left him momentarily, but were back on his body in seconds. She wrapped another thick objet d'art of leather around his pharynx and he quickly realized it was some form of collar. It clinked and jangled as she moved it into place. She worked intently, tightening it snugly around his neck as she secured its many metal buckle and fasteners.

"It should come as no surprise that you 'll be calling me fancy woman Jasmine from now on. That is, when I give you back the ability to speak. That wo n't be for a patch. On the first night, good little knuckle down boys should be seen and not heard as they learn right decorum."

"Mmmppphhgglllmmm ! MMPPHHHRRRRRMMM ! ! !"

"Shutup !"she shouted, grabbing his head harness sternly. She dug one articulatio genus into his rachis, pushing him deep into the bed to cement the peak that she was in replete control."Unless you have something damn important to say, you speak only when spoken to ! Two oinks for yes, one grunt for no ! Understand, shote ?"

Trevor was overwhelmed by shame, but he did n't need to piss her off. The full gravitation of his state of affairs was descending on him like an array of inauspicious storm clouds.

"Ommph ! Ommph !"

It was the best approximation of an 'oink'he could do with a sassing replete of wet rubber.

"punter"she said with a playful smack to the incline of his face.

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

*snip snip nip snip*

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

His boxers were shredded and their oddment pulled off with a combining of metallic slash and stretched ripping speech sound. Soon, his buttocks were exposed to the frigid hotel air.

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

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

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

Jasmine rose and walked to the chest of drawers filled with toys, fetish vesture and restraints. She retrieved a long, hardy paddle before making her way back to the bed.

"Ten strokes to help you remember, bitch boy."

*WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK*

She brought the monotone end of the dabble down fiercely across the center field of both impertinence. Each one grew more irritating than the in conclusion as she put every bit of her considerable strength into each massive swat. His ass jiggled and grew more red with each crack. The final five broke his silence as Trevor groaned painfully into the increasingly sloppy gag.

*WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK*

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

Trevor hurried to obey, shimmying his legs up the bed. Jasmine helped him into office, guiding him until his rear was in the air and his knees pressed down into the duvet. His hitch prick and scrotum hung below, free for the convolute Domme to do whatever she pleased with them. Trevor quivered with his face pressed into the bed as he dreaded what she 'd do next.

Jasmine examined his butt, running one hand all over his ballock before seizing his half hitch dick and stroking it up and down. She masturbated him until it grew to a full erection. He was responding to her sexual aggression in spite of the bondage and his own awe. Trevor 's body was betraying him.

"shucks ! A nice ass and an impressive cock ! septenary in, I think ? You 'd own no trouble finding a lady friend if you were n't such a fucking asshole."

She released his rooster and reached for something else below the pillows. It was the final piece she needed before the festivity could really get into wide-cut swing.

"That 's what this weekend is all about, Trevor. You learning what life has been like for fair sex for most of homo chronicle. You were close, about this being the ultimate girlfriend experience. It 's actually the ultimate boyfriend experience, and you 're mine for the next four twenty-four hour period ! I 'm going to take you into a proper submissive boy toy."

As she spoke, Trevor felt Jasmine guide something past the tip of his phallus and ease it up the full duration of his lance. Once at the base of his pecker, she pulled the straps tight, sealing it to his pelvis. He felt something small, but weighty, pulled up into the spinal column 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 collect some more miniature. When Jasmine returned, she grabbed hold of his body and rolled him over. Trevor lay with his bound weapon system behind him, staring up at the grinning temptress. She wasted no time fastening gleaming, spiked metal clamp to Trevor 's nipples. As the sang-froid metal bit into his sensitive bits, Trevor yelled into his gag. He yelped again when Jasmine tugged on the thin metal chain of mountains connecting the two clamps.

"MMMRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH ! ! !"

"Oh, stop it ! You think they hurt now ? hold till we take them off. That 's when the veridical painfulness bitch in."

As Jasmine stepped back and admired her work, Trevor noticed something that multiplied his growing anxiety. The duncical leather skirt could no longer hide Jasmine 's telling extremity. Not at the farsighted, fat size it had grown to, feeding on Trevor 's fear and pain. With horrific clarity, 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 gaze downward."dead reckoning that spoils the surprise !"

She undid her skirt, stepping out of the glossy leather and tossing it aside. Revealed in its totality was her whopping nightspot of build jutting through her silky nylons. She pulled them down, freeing her turncock, so Trevor could get an eyeful of her massive weapon system at to the full mast. He stared at it in shock. Her erecting was more than a pes long and at least twice his own girth. A giant distich of heavy cantaloupes hung below it, carrying the promise of more seed than any male person could ever hope to conjure.

As he gawked at the mighty Futa in horror, Jasmine unburdened herself further. Her leather top was unzipped, unlaced and cast aside, freeing her sizable knocker. They were equally telling as her rooster, jutting out enticingly and glistening with a dilute sheen of sweat. The mightily cleaning lady oozed double-dyed ascendency and unrestrained eroticism. This was only magnified when she reached to the toilet table and lifted a black and gilt Venetian mask to her font. Jasmine tied it behind her head teacher, completing her image as a Dominatrix in total bloom.

"Yeah, you got a nice 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 familiar with it real soon."

Trevor shook his head adamantly as she grabbed his torso and rolled him over a 2nd sentence. He thought about kicking at her as she circled back to his lower half, but he knew that would just make water her off. He had no hope of escape cock as long as his sleeve were still bound. He did n't protest when Jasmine guided his legs back into post, propping him up on his knee joint again.

With a snap of latex and a meretricious squirt of creamy lube, Jasmine had her right deal ready for introduction. She approached the quivering man-slut from behind, adoring his frightened groan and indifference drenched, muffled pleas.

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

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

"Whew ! Goddamn Trevor ! Tight as a tympan ! It 's courteous to know your anal virginity is all mine. Virgin boy pussy is the best, by far. I almost feel honor !"

After a XII slick introduction and detachment, she added another finger. Jasmine crammed three rubbery digits into his silky pucker, her digit 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 good material soon."

The feisty Femdom stroked her fingers downward with each overemotional removal. The abundant lubricant smeared all over her latex fingers and his silky rampart. Trevor 's increasingly pliable back passage created viscid thwacking audio as she plowed her hand deeper in his ass with each thrust.

"You know, there 's one matter I was n't lying about. I do think you 're hot, Trevor. You have so very much potential ! You 'll be even spicy as my gimp cock sucker and back-door fanny beef ! I and the former counselors are going to make up total use of you this weekend. We 're going to have so much fun !"

As she increased the pace of her digit piece of ass, her slick fingerbreadth strummed over Trevor 's prostate gland. The brutal stretching pain began to feed way to something strong and oddly pleasant. His form went quagmire against the bed as he he felt all control flee his torso and his eyes 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 secondly time under the malevolent woman 's ministrations. His pre-cum leaked on the bed as he felt all five of the woman 's digit sink into his elongate asshole. He moaned nonstop as she pumped her arm into his portal vein of soft, gripping flesh and gummed lubricating substance. Trevor was on the brink of losing his thinker as she filled him to bursting. Jasmine fisted him nonstop, his protests turning to moans in spite of himself.

"Yeah ! Take it, beef ! TAKE MY FIST UP YOUR SLUTTY ASS !"

*SMACK*

The loose palm of Jasmine 's free hand cracked off his left ass cheek. In the moment of impact, Trevor 's pecker shuddered and spit a thick wad of creamy white jizzum all over the bed clothing. His glob clenched and rope after rope of thready nut ejected onto the duvet. His balls emptied, three calendar week worth of celibacy blasting all over the silky cover charge as Jasmine fisted him to a finish.

"Wooooo ! Look at that !"

She withdrew her hand from his slimy insides with a wet slurch. Trevor 's desolate hole shriveled back to something like its normal size as satiny ooze slid from the opening move. Jasmine brought her lube-slick palm down heavily and gave his ripe ass cheek the Sami harsh treatment.

*SMACK*

"Not only did you just come like a fire hose from getting fisted, but it looks like you followed my orders. I 'd say we 're off to a finely offset !"

The blockheaded latex paint snapped as Jasmine pulled off her fisting mitt and tossed it aside. She sauntered to the other incline of the bed, her cock bobbing in presence of her and putting her excitement on full display. Jasmine grabbed a fistful of Trevor 's hair, pulling his face up from the bed and demanding his attention.

"I should make you lick up that mass, but I do n't desire to conduct off that gag. Not just yet."

Trevor grunted pitifully around the sloppy rubber orb. His eyes pleaded with her for mercy.

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

Trevor shook his head weakly.

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

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

The cold-shoulder womanhood rolled her eyes."fine, if you 're going to be a weakling about it ..."She retrieved the key to his manacle from the dresser with angry, hasten steps. Jasmine reached down and unlocked the metal restraints. Trevor grimaced in succor as his hands stretched free of their stress position.

The big char stepped back and pointed to the room access."Go, if that 's what you want."

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

"You wo n't be able to take that off without help, and I 'm certainly not going to hand it to you"Jasmine spat while placing one hand 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 build before righting himself and scampering into the hall.

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

"MMMMMMRRRRRRGGGGLLLLLLMMMMM ! ! ! !"

electricity surged through Trevor 's nutsack, delivering a jolt of incredible, debilitating nuisance he had n't known was possible in the human body. He stumbled and hit the reason like a liberation of tater, wailing into his gag as the gimmick continued to deliver his punishment. He shuddered on the floor until the shortcut of ten second expired.

Jasmine strode into the entrance hall, her heels clicking against the hardwood. The cackling Futa Goddess was naked aside from her mask and thigh-high boots. She pocketed the remote control, swinging a leash and a new pair of restraints in her rightfield bridge player as she approached her fallen pet.

Trevor was dazed and still groaning in pain. fatigue duty weighed down his soundbox, the effects lingering long after the considerable shock stopped channeling through his orchis. He floundered on the floor, muttering in disbelief around his phlegm drenched ballock gag.

"I 'm discomfited in you, Trevor"the haughty Futa reprimanded him. Jasmine reached down and grabbed his left hand. She wrapped the first base leather cuff around his wrist and buckled it securely as she continued speaking."Really, after the wonderful coming I just gave you ! I put your joy before mine and you run at the first chance ! Unbelievable. Just leave me at the altar why do n't you ?"

She snapped up his other articulatio radiocarpea and buckled the endorse leather cuff around it. This handcuff had a built in metal fastening while the other had a secure metal D-ring attached. She guided them together and snapped the restraints in place, locking his mitt close together in figurehead of him. Not satisfied, she reached down and gave the Sir Ernst Boris Chain connecting his nipple clamps a firm tug. As he yelped in bracing painfulness, she swatted him across the face.

*SLAP*

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

Jasmine grabbed the short metal radio link between his two cuffs and headed for the living room. She pulled him by his weapon, dragging the gagged, sputtering striver across the flooring behind her. Trevor grunted as his body squeaked along the terra firma, his naked physical body scuffing against the lacquered wood.

The life room was furnished with several long, plush leather sofas. When they 'd reach the end of the closest one, Jasmine came to a occlusion. She reached under Trevor 's aright arm and tugged upward, grabbing his side with her early hand. Her curves were as lenient as they were hard, pressing on him as she demanded his compliance.

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

Trevor grunted and coughed into the hot, syrupy testicle ; flailing until he was standing upright again. His restraints clinked, denying him as he tried to pull his hands more than a few in apart. As soon as he was calm, Jasmine grabbed his haircloth with one deal and took his chin in the early. Her death stare made it clear that he was to listen carefully or he would suffer more punishments.

"For the next three days and nights, I will do whatever the fuck I please with you. If you want this to be a upright learning experience and not an endlessly miserable one, you will put forth your unspoiled movement to please ME. Is that clear ?"

Trevor nodded vigorously. He 'd learned his lesson, alright. He did n't ever want to feel that frightful shock through his nethers again. Nor did he wish to pick up what else this fiercely strong and eminently devious woman was capable of. As if reading his mind, Jasmine chose to lend him some idea.

"Good, because if you 're an obedient slave and I see that you 've learned the lesson of the weekend, I 'm going to let you go house and give your love life story another shot. If not, you 'll be staying here a while. spear carrier training until our group gets tired of you. If you still have n't learned your topographic point by then, you 'll be handed over to the local Mafia. They 'll have fun with you for a while. Probably start you on hormones. Then, when you 're jolly enough, they 'll smuggle you to some cabaret in United Mexican States, or maybe a brothel in Brazil. You can imagine where it goes from there."

Trevor 's wide of the mark oculus and total silence told her all she needed to love. She had his full attention, now.

Jasmine clipped the III to one of the many O-rings on Trevor 's collar. She grabbed him and pushed him over the face of the sofa. His amphetamine one-half smacked down into the midst leather cushions. Trevor 's leap hands sprawled out ahead of him as his face mashed into the showy brown.

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

Jasmine waited for him to mutter a response, but naught came. She realized she had n't technically asked him a question. The fired-up Domina did n't just want his tending. Jasmine wanted his total, unshackled acquiescence, compliance and submission.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND, SLAVE ? ! ?"

"YEFF MIFFREFF ! ! !"

*SMACK*

She scalded his buttocks with another firm spank.

"That 's to a greater extent like it."

Now that they 'd get hold of an sympathy, she could take a more relaxed approach shot. Jasmine lowered down on her haunches, her hands groping and kneading his firm, round ass. She spread his cheeks and inspected him as her face grew closer. Trevor 's pucker had shrunk back to its convention size of it and only a picayune residuum lube was still leaking out.

She wiped it away with her finger's breadth before zeroing in with her rima oris and overlapping at his most sensitive patch. She loved the feeling of her tongue on a bounds slave 's brown-eye. Not only did it find wonderful, it was just one more way to keep in line them.

Jasmine was a big believer in positive reinforcement. It was a powerful prick for sexually reprogramming guys like Trevor. Show them who 's boss and then kill them with kindness. Give them something to feel conflicted about before stripping their soulfulness 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 thighs and calves flexed. She tossed her hair around her head and murmured pleasurably in between prospicient licks. Jasmine had no trouble holding the scrunch perspective for as long as she wanted. She feasted away on his boy cunt at leisure. Her solid hands kneaded his ass cheeks as she kept his bed Split open with ease.

Despite the horrible condition Trevor found himself in, he began mumbling in incoherent bliss. Spittle ran from his sopping, rubber-stuffed sass as his new owner and Mistress put him at ease. To find such horrible pain and then such wonderful pleasure in so short a space of time was the ultimate direct contrast. He could n't help but enquire if Jasmine was a member of the Cenobites from Hellraiser.

The amazon 's excitation surged as she listened to her incoherent captive. Jasmine 's cock grew even more rigid, her thick length hardening to fleshy steel. Her tip ran with abundant pre-cum, pooling on the floor in a mass which resembled a typical man 's entire ejaculation.

When she could tolerate the prediction no longer, Jasmine rose. She drew closer to her bent-over slut boy and laid her sinewy cum-pipe right down his waiting tornado. 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 respite faded and he quickly realized what Jasmine was about to do. He 'd tacitly concur to obey and submit, but her forthcoming violation put his body in terror musical mode. His substructure pressed against the story, trying desperately to labor himself further down the couch as his hips wiggled side to side. He did n't require her massive cock in his ass, especially so soon after being brutally fisted. Trevor could still experience the burning kiss of her knuckle around his blown-out rim, even after her soothing licks.

Jasmine took a truehearted appreciation of his hips. She dug her finger's breadth in mystifying, 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 shaft regardless. Go ahead, Trevor. STRUGGLE ! I love it ! Makes me toilsome as a diamond drill !"

She placed her brawny thighs on the inside of his rotate legs and pushed outward. Trevor 's lower body was split overt even wider, his ass presented to her like a blooming flower. The lustful Domina positioned her thick glans at his spongelike back entrance. 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 injure a man permanently if he had n't been properly prepared. That was the spot of her initial fisting, on top of it being a lot of fun. The only when thing she enjoyed more than plunging her hand into a bound male person 's ass was spearing him with her massive cock. Jasmine savored the bit of conquest as Trevor slobbered, groaned and tried in futility to overstretch his hips from her vice-like grip.

"PPPPPHHHHHMMMMMRRRRRLLLLGGGGGGGGGGGGG ! ! !"

Trevor 's middle watered as she glided into his easygoing folds. Her impossibly thick peter split his boy pussy wide as she sank it half way in track record time. Upon reaching that decimal point, her procession came dim ; a seemingly nonstop power train of fat cock inching into his velvety profundity. The woman assaulting him moaned in unspeakable joy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !"

Hilting in the first fuck would be wild, even for someone she 'd stretched out. Jasmine would receive to work up to it. Reluctantly, she backed out a ways before sinking her tool in his gripping man-cunt for a bit, long advance.

"Mmmmmmmmmm ! ! ! shtup YES ! ! ! !"

Trevor 's centre watered. Fluids leaked from his face in three places ; his tears and syrupy languor making a mess on the leather arse. His hands opened and closed in their bindings, gripping at nix as he yelled into his gag and endured her fearsome insertion.

"sanctum fuck ! How are you still this tight ? ! ?"she asked in genuine surprisal. She slowly increased the pace of her thrusts, sinking three fourth part of her thick cum cannon into his snug, pliant build."You got an ass from Eden, infant ! I might just keep back you forever."

Her fucking quickly grew wet and quaggy. Her abundant pre-cum and the remnant lube coating his insides greased the way for smooth seafaring. With a delighted grinning and eyes clouded by consummate rapture, she reached down and picked up the 3 leading to Trevor 's dog collar. She wound it around her right hired man, pulled it taught and yanked on his neck before digging her fingers back into Trevor 's hip. Now each meter she bucked into him, the thick leather strap pulled at his collar, choking him lightly with each increasingly powerful thrust.

"Oh yeah ... Got myself a agio piece of boy pussy, here ! Gon na give birth to be careful who I share you with ..."

As her pleasure grew, Jasmine 's poke became more destitute and aggressive. The well-endowed Domina demanded not only compliance, but incredibly rough sex. Her fucking grew increasingly fierce until the couch itself rattled with her thrusts. Her monumental penis swelled to bursting within Trevor 's gripping walls. He could actually feel it expanding as she slammed it deeper in his bowels.

"bring it all you cum dump fancy woman !"

Jasmine gasped in blissfulness as she went balls mystifying. Her monumental eyeball, swinging back and forth with increasing heft, 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 hebdomad without cumming like some cucked squawk boy, but I did hold off for a couple years. Just for you Trevor ! Gon na flood you with my spermatozoan, you cock sleeve faggot !"

Trevor 's boldness was repeatedly mashed into the cushion. His aching Lucille Ball were slapped relentlessly as the lascivious Domme fucked him. Trevor lay in a confused daze, ineffectual to resign the pain of his stretched out asshole with the gratifying wiz 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 humble, creature. Wet squelching sound slurped out continuously as Trevor was horse-piped into limbo. Soon, none of his other locoweed seemed to register. His only sentience was of the monolithic schlong invading his rectum, pulling halfway out, and slamming cryptical into his squashy depths again.

"GUUUHHHH ! ! OHHH screwing ! ! ! FUUUUCCCKKKKK ! ! ! ! NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Jasmine plunged her shaft home and left it buried in his soft, twitching ruck. Her semen flooded Forth, hot glue erupting like a roiling wave and coursing through Trevor 's intestine like a torrent 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 ! ! ! piece of tail YESSSSSS ! ! ! !"

Her scrotum clenched and released repeatedly. Jasmine 's body shuddered, her pouch expanding and contracting as it fired weighty blasts of come down her sperm groove into Trevor 's bowel. With nowhere left to go, the admittance jizzum splattered from his bemire anus, raining down from the stiff seal of approval of the Futadom 's deeply jammed mega-dong.

Trevor lay in a messy pot as his interior were filled with midst, warm up guck. It did n't look potential that a human being could ejaculate so much and for so long, but her bursts of seminal fluid dragged on for a wide minute that felt like an hour.

When her survive strands of silky butter seeped into his tamp bottom, Jasmine stepped back. Her column of hot, hard flesh slurped out of Trevor 's despoiled torso. As soon as her glans cleared his elongate golf hole, a stream of cum poured from his anus. His shriveling pucker closed around it, restricting the stream to a trickle as his body attempted to retain her batter covetously. It was the concluding and perhaps most disgusting treachery by his build that day.

Jasmine smiled deviously as she placed her hand on her hips and admired her piece of work. She chuckled deviously as she surveyed Trevor 's thoroughly dominated and utterly fouled body. If he felt degraded now, he had no theme how much further he had to devolve. By the end of the long weekend, he would learn the meaning of true perversion. The hard worker her group trained had sexual servitude inscribed in their psyche and tattooed on their very somebody. It would stay on their titillating ethos for the rest of their tail end beef lives.

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

*SMACK SMACK*

Jasmine glided her hand up his sticky, nut glazed crack, gathering as much cum as potential on her allow for palm. She walked around the side of the jolted sofa and crouched down beside Trevor. She pressed her hand to his gagged face and wiped pungent cream over his every feature. He would get to taste her soon, but for now, he could bathe in the smell and olfaction of her inwardness. She finished by wiping her mitt in his sweaty blonde whorl. Jasmine made sure every beading of sticky glaze was mopped up by his golden hair.

"Now, you truly belong to me."

She stood and walked off to get a drunkenness. After such exertion, even a cleaning lady like Jasmine needed a break. Trevor could lay in his smutty Department of State until full acceptance of his new station in living took hold.

* * * * *

"C'mon ! Deeper ! You can take More than that !"Jasmine admonished as she pushed his read/write head down her bulb-shaped tower of cock.

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

It was day two of sexual slaveholding and matter were n't getting any easier. It had been a long Nox of naughty lark, including an prefatory trend to hardcore BDSM. Jasmine had fitted him with a full phase of the moon, thick, latex limping wooing that covered every section of his body in restrictive, glossy Shirley Temple. It was adorned with anchorperson head to secure him wherever she wanted and zip to approach the parts of his body she made frequent use of.

Upon waking, Jasmine had demanded a sunup blowjob. After failing to properly make breakfast for her and burning the french toast, he 'd received a compounding spanking and debacle in her concentration camp. Following that, she gave his boldness a second protracted human face screw. She claimed that was her way of thanking the chef for his efforts, even if they were inadequate. Then, she sat on his aspect for a one-half hour before they left for their world-class event.

A theme was emerging. As disgusting as he felt about himself and his new duties, Trevor was silently glad she seemed to relish having her dick sucked more than claiming his lay waste to bottom. His mouth could handle the repeated abuse more than than his still-aching pucker.

After his forenoon tribulations, they 'd gone to predilection. There, Trevor discovered he was n't the only man being wrapped in latex paint, locked in chasteness and led around by a lead. The opening seminar was a one hour affair explaining the various workshops the group of crazed Futa Dommes were putting on for the next three days.

Jasmine lounged, bare, on the leather sofa and guided his lip up and down her cock. She examined the throwaway they 'd handed out, studying their options for the day in between rectification to her servile gimp bitch.

"So many wonderful trainings and events. I can hardly determine !"

Trevor slurped up and down her club of wet anatomy hurriedly, trying to bring Jasmine to orgasm and present himself some short reprieve. She gazed down at him, her eyes narrowing as she grew annoyed. The domineering Futa gripped his hair tightly, bringing an end to his haste.

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

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

"I suppose we could just stick around here and I could give you more personal training. You obviously need it. I 'm having some of the girl over tonight. You need to suck prick better than this if you 're going to dish up them properly."

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

"How does that phone, Trevor ? A whole buffet of peter for you tonight !"

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

Jasmine giggled."adept reply, bitch."

Trevor was committed, now. He had no practiced options. He would assist Jasmine and her misdirect Futa Friend. The depraved chemical group of freaky sadists posing as relationship counselors had entrapped him completely. He would do whatever disgusting deed they demanded of him.

The loth submissive would serve them dutifully and hope Jasmine would let him go rest home when the league was over. He did n't have it away if she could be trusted to keep her word, but he had to obtain on to that Hope. It was the only Leslie Townes Hope he had left.

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