“ Very interesting"Jasmine muttered sarcastically as her pen sailed across the page. Normally she 'd be taking Federal Reserve note, but that was no longer necessary with her current guest. She had this young man figured out. In fount like his, she would often doodle while the guinea pig was under hypnosis. Her questions would occasionally spark a new point of interest, but at this point, they mostly confirmed her suspicions.

She knew exactly what treatment he needed. Now it was just a matter of talking him into it. Sometimes, it helped to visualize these thing ; to produce a portrait of the future you would make manifest. Her pen came to a stop as she completed her drawing. It was a petroleum theatrical performance 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 bet to three and snap my fingers. When I snap my finger's breadth, you will reappear notion 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 twenty-four hours. It was n't rest in the traditional sense, of row, but he felt well rested. He sat up and turned, his feet finding the flooring. Trevor ran a hand through his short, blond whorl. When he looked up, the gorgeous therapist with the lambency glasses and pleasant-tasting black fuzz was smiling at him.

"How long was I out ?"

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

"Did you study what you needed to ?"

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

"Good, because I 'm not paying a one C Pearl Sydenstricker Buck to take another nap."

That was n't funfair. She 'd done more than just the hypno hooey. Still, he was starting to wonder why he continued coming here. She was n't even a licensed therapist. Her patronage carte read : Sex Therapist & Relationship Counselor, but the lonesome credential on her bulwark was a bachelor 's in psychology.

A calendar month ago, her advertizing had called out to him like a shining beacon in the night. It came along at just the right-hand time in his liveliness. A picture of her, one hand on her hip and the early lowering her rimmed glasses down her nose while she stared at the reader. 'Relationship hassle ? Ca n't find a match ? Be man enough to take you need the supporter of a woman .'

From the bullet points listed below that opener Trevor got the impression she specialized in treating long clip loners, incels, Guy who 'd fallen into pick-up artist cultivation and other clueless dork. He was n't a member of any of those groups, but something about her had grabbed Trevor. Maybe it was her eyes ; dark orbs brimming with self-confidence that spoke wordlessly : 'Only I can aid you .'

And that was n't her only when impressive feature. Jasmine had the body of an Olympic athlete and a beauty mark to go with it. Her tight suit-coat and sound skirt could n't obliterate the heftiness in her arms and thighs. Yet her skin was flawless and her features purely feminine. Her total darkness hair flowed in sultry wave that extended well down past her shoulders.

No wonder Trevor was going to therapy for the starting time metre in his life. If reeling guys in with sex appeal was her shtik, she probably had lots of customer. It seemed to have worked on him. That, combined with Trevor 's long dry piece, is why he found himself on Ms. Jasmine Walker 's couch for the third time.

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

"to a greater extent ? ! ?"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 T-shirt and jeans betrayed a lack of style sense, but he was giving enough. Trevor was fit and his figure filled out his clothes nicely. He would 've done fine with the dame if he was n't such a distinctive dude-bro. Unfortunately, her slip into his soul had revealed he was lacking in several areas former than mode. Chief among them were empathy, communication and a modern reason of the fairer sex.

Trevor had some outdated whimsey about relationship. This had resulted in disaster with his former girl. Without Jasmine 's help, his form were doomed in the new world. She would sustain to be stern with him. It would all be for the in effect 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 geographics in school anymore ?"

"Not much"he admitted.

"Jamaica. Cuba. The Dominican commonwealth. Republic of Haiti. The Cayman Islands ... etc. They make up the Antilles."

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

"It 's gorgeous. I go there frequently for body of work and free rein. In fact, an organization I 'm affiliated with view as hideaway there regularly. We often bring clients who can benefit from more hands on experience."

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

"Workshops. Role play. deeply hypnosis. acute sensitiveness training that requires a sorting of ... simulated relationship. It 's much more intimate than what can be achieved in an power environment. I think you 're an first-class candidate for this form of therapy."

Jasmine 's grin was as mischievous as Trevor 's eyes were wide. The implications were clear. The exclusively question was if they were actual or if this was a smooth sales auction pitch to get him to some horribly sluggish, overpriced, new age, personal growth seminar.

"That does fathom concern. Tell me more."

"If you were to come in along, our Roger Huntington Sessions, outside of the workshops, would be mostly one on one. However, I should mention all of the former advocate in this group are women and we do serve each other out. Sometimes its necessity to dial up the chroma. things can get very interesting when multiple women are involved."

Trevor 's physical structure temperature rose steadily. He felt like a thermometer that was about to pop and jet mercury all over the trading floor. He almost never elbow grease outside the gym, but his hide was secretive to breaking out in a wet sheen.

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

At offset, Trevor thought he was going crazy when he noticed the busty counsel being more flirty with him. Jasmine had put her hands on him during this session, guiding him to the sofa and getting him in the locating she wanted. She 'd taken his beat and given him a Light massage, something she had n't done in previous academic session. 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 affair. She was into him. Jasmine potential reserved these offers for her favorite guest. Trevor had heard of sex therapist who did more than than just therapy and, in verity, he 'd desire Jasmine was one of those char. Now, it seemed his longanimity was being rewarded. He may own hit the jackpot.

"You have no mind, but I hope to show you commencement hand. Our next retreat is in three hebdomad. These events typically run four sidereal day. I 'd love to lead you, assuming you 're prepared."

"Prepared ?"

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

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

"Two thousand dollars."

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

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

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

Jasmine laughed."zippo that fondness. Though, our group does require some special accommodations to put on our education. That 's why it 's a little pricey. And we healer need to be paid for our time, too, of course."

Trevor encountered his for the first time hint of trepidation. For that sort of money, he could go to Lope Felix de Vega Carpio and have one sin of a weekend. He could gamble, see a number of wild shows and pay for the troupe of various char. Of course of instruction, he would feel like a loser by the end of it. That was the wanton path and it was n't going to help him with the ladies in the future.

His beautiful counselor, on the former hand, was offering a trip to the Caribbean, some kind of next-level sex and relationship therapy and she was hinting at naughty fun. It had just the flop aura of mystery and course of instruction to make it more appealing than splurging on John Barleycorn and hookers.

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

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

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

Trevor studied the sultry woman as she crossed her legs gracefully. Her breasts seemed like they were about to burst from her suit jacket. Her strong wooden leg flexed, leading down to commanding blackguard. She lowered her spyglass and looked at him directly, their eyes meeting like lonely 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 stark attitude"she replied, pointing at him and flashing a smile."You 'll require to cover your own air fare as well, but everything else is included. You wo n't stimulate to worry about meal and such."

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

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

"Great. Anything else I should know ?"

"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 ? ! ?"

tercet weeks without jerking it ? For a guy in his later twenty dollar bill ? He felt like he 'd just been assigned to some hellish purgatory.

Jasmine 's impish chuckle reinforced the prospect of naughty fun to come."It 's of import that you enter this with the decently mindset. Follow my instructions and you 'll be attracting the flop kind of adult female in no fourth dimension. Trust me."

* * * * *

Trevor sat in the airport lobby, shifting uncomfortably in the rigid place as he waited for his escape to begin boarding. It had been various long workweek of blue-balled anticipation, but the day had come and he would soon be taking his initiative trip to the Caribbean.

He lamented that he could n't put in his ear buds and ignore the randomness around him, but he did n't want to miss an important annunciation and get caught with his drawers down. Trevor scrolled through his socials leisurely, barely paying attention to the usual stream of bullshit intelligence and mediocre memes. It was mostly to give his handwriting something to do. His mind was fixated on the next four days.

Would this trip be a monolithic disappointment and a tot permissive waste of time and money ? The best longsighted weekend of his life ? Something in between ?

A series of futurist beeps blared through his phone 's utterer, letting Trevor screw he had an entry Call. The pop-fly telling read : Jasmine Walker. He smiled and hit the take on button.

"Hello, missy Walker."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, well, I do n't care to be too obvious, but some bozo can be pretty oblivious. Not you, though. You 're clearly prepare for some advanced training. By the time I 'm done, you 'll have to agitate the dame off with a stick."

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

"Oh-ho ! bold face words. We 'll see if you can live up to them. Have a honorable escape, lover boy. And check up on your e-mail. I just sent a pic."

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

"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. surely enough, there was a message awaiting him from the sultry counselor.

The scene loaded and he barely recognized the charwoman who 'd been his therapist for two month. Her saturnine haircloth was done up in a high school ponytail. Her physical composition was much more judge with gloomy shadow, big eyeliner and ample blush adding color to her buttock. Her blue eyes sparkled as she gazed into the camera.

She 'd posed for the selfie with one paw on her extensive hip joint, just like in the ad. Jasmine wore a sleeveless leather top that molded to her curves wonderfully. In stark contrast to her Conservative image at the office, she looked wild and quick to point to a nightclub.

Jasmine smiled and held up two fingers in the classic peace augury. That was the most green association, though Trevor knew in many parts of the world it instead meant'V for victory .'It had formerly been a post earthly concern War II gesture of celebration, but now was used more as a assertion of cute playfulness.

'Goddamn, she looks vex ! And she obviously wants in my pants. I definitely made the the right way call .'

He gawked at the photo until a woman announced his escape over the intercom. The carpenter's plane was boarding. It was fourth dimension to takeoff for paradise.

* * * * *

After disembarking and a long cab ride, Trevor found himself in the hallway of a swanky hotel. It was n't a five-star establishment by any substance, but it seemed pretty upscale for the relatively belittled island nation he found himself in. The native spoke an odd variant of ruin side in which you 'd be favorable to enamour every former word. Their nomenclature and cultivation was a hodge-podge influenced by a dozen different res publica from compound times.

Jasmine met him in the pressure group and he followed her, watching her soundbox flex in the Saame leather top she 'd sported in the exposure. She wore a farsighted, matching midi skirt below, it 's slick black rippling as her pegleg pumped. The pattern held as Trevor followed her legs down into blackamoor leather boots with stiletto heels. Her non-white hair's-breadth bobbed in the grandiloquent pony tail ; the luxurious whorl trailing down past her shoulder even from its up-tied source.

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

In fact, unless you were very fond blooded, you would want to fatigue something sullen to ward off getting cold. Luckily for him, that had never been an issue. He felt fine in his button down shirt and chinos. The cool down air felt prissy on his skin.

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

"They 'll bring it up shortly. They 're pretty busy right now. Lots of node checking in."

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

"Do we own an orientation tonight ?"

"Nope"she answered over her articulatio humeri."Not until tomorrow. Tonight you can lie up up from your flight and we can get to recognize each other a short better."

"Awesome"Trevor replied with an encouraged grin. He was pleasantly surprised. The last affair he wanted after passing through two airports was to listen to some cleaning lady yammer on for an hour or two. Also, he knew what getting to know each other was code for. It seemed this mini vacation was about to plain off in grand fashion.

They continued on until Jasmine slowed to a stop in front of room 237. She turned and smiled at Trevor before pulling a key card from her scoop and swiping it over the threshold 's magnetised jury. The hepatic portal vein opened with a metallic clump and Jasmine waved him in. Trevor stepped through first-class honours degree and was immediately blown away. The room was monolithic, immaculately furnished and well stocked with strong drink, snack, toilet articles and other costless gifts.

"This is my room ? ! ?"

"No, this is our room."

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

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

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

Jasmine clasped her deal behind her back, which caused her ample knocker to amaze out even more in the lustrous leather bodice. She strolled forward slowly, growing closer by the second as the expectation built.

"Maybe, if things go well, it wo n't be a feigning for long"she spoke evocatively. Her smokey middle and full, red lips betrayed concupiscent intent.

Her chest pushed into the top of his chest and he realized just how much taller she was in her high list boots. She was already grandiloquent for a womanhood, but now she had at to the lowest degree an column inch on him. Jasmine stared at him for a few moments, breathing softly as her odor wafted over him. The tip of her knife poked out, gliding across her top lip suggestively.

In a billow of primordial desire, she dove on him. Jasmine 's script groped him all over as they started to kiss. Her natural language invaded his mouth aggressively. Trevor took hold of her curvy physical body, tracing it up and down several sentence before giving her fulsome ass a hungry squeeze.

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

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

They made out at length until their rage was interrupted by a knock at the doorway. Jasmine broke the buss. She pointed down the hall past the kitchen.

"bedroom is that way. Get out of those dress. I 'll pick up your things and be right there."

"Yes, Ma'am"Trevor answered, his impertinence filled with rosy red. He turned and strode off to discover the sleeping room. In the ground he could find out Jasmine open the door and speak to the staff in their unearthly dialect as he went mystifying into the sumptuousness suite.

The bedroom had a prissy view, a giant bed and a TV almost as big as the one in the life elbow room. Trevor could n't quit smiling as he disrobed. For once in his liveliness, he 'd taken a prospect 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 time the dark-haired beauty returned. He did n't get up heavy weights, like he was pretty sure Jasmine did, but his body was well toned. He liked to pass his night at the gym running laps and shooting basketball game in between a daily round or two on the weight machines.

"I know how it is after a flight of stairs"Jasmine noted. She lifted her implements of war and untied the dance band holding her hair up. Her lovely locks glided down in moving ridge of silky jet black."You look like you could use a massage. Get on the bed, face down."

Trevor was n't going to argue with that."Wow ! You know, you could 've sold this to me as 'the complete girlfriend experience'and it would 've been a much well-to-do sell"he quipped as he stretched out flat tire on the bed and settled into the flaccid covers.

"Oh, it wo n't all be peaches and emollient"Jasmine admitted as she grabbed a bottle of application from the chest of drawers and squirted it into her hands."But by the end, I think you 're going to have a unharmed new position on life."

The mattress shifted as the weighty amazon slid onto the bed and crawled over Trevor 's consistence. She planted her strong branch on either side of him, her knees digging down around his shank. Trevor felt something house crush down on the small of his backbone, but he figured it was just her leather skirt, bunched up below her. He moaned as Jasmine sank her strong mitt into his shoulder joint and began kneading away.

She traced his weapon system and back up and down, groping him with an impressive grip. Where her bridge player flowed, tension and stress exited his body. He spoke muffled gibberish into the duvet as she put him at the large ease he could commend in his life. Trevor did n't even detect the light metal clinking when Jasmine reached over and grabbed something from under the pillows.

"springiness me your arm"she commanded. Trevor let her take out it behind him.

*CRRRRICK-CRICK*

He felt a metal manacle tighten around his go out wrist.

"Wait- What ? ! ?"

"Shhhhhhhhh"Jasmine leaned down and hissed into his ear."Just go with it"she implored as she seized his right radiocarpal joint and pulled his other arm behind his back."Let me subscribe to you places you 've never been before"she added in her most sensual tone.

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

*CRRRRICK-CRICK*

"There we go. Almost gear up to political party !"

"Why, what else do we have to-"

Before he could fetch up the question, it was answered for him. Jasmine 's hands reached over his head and lowered a bright, red, rubber ball gag into view. She pulled it to his backtalk, mashing it against his fount 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 parole made it just wide enough for Jasmine to commit the smooth, thick ball past his backtalk. She tugged it with all her strength and Trevor opened his oral cavity wider, if only to save his teeth. His eyes bulged as his full mouth was filled with stern, ball-shaped rubber and his jaw was forced undetermined permanently. Jasmine secured the gimmick behind his headway with a web of leather shoulder strap that dug into his hair and flesh tightly.

'Oh fuck ! What the piece of tail did I walk into ? ! ?'

Jasmine 's hands left him momentarily, but were back on his consistence in seconds. She wrapped another thick patch of leather around his throat and he quickly realized it was some kind of catch. It clinked and jangled as she moved it into piazza. She worked intently, tightening it snugly around his cervix as she secured its many metal buckles and fasteners.

"It should arrive as no surprise that you 'll be calling me Mistress Jasmine from now on. That is, when I give you back the ability to verbalise. That wo n't be for a while. On the offset night, effective small striver boy should be seen and not heard as they learn proper decorum."

"Mmmppphhgglllmmm ! MMPPHHHRRRRRMMM ! ! !"

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

Trevor was overwhelmed by pity, but he did n't want to piss her off. The replete somberness of his situation was descending on him like an array of ominous storm clouds.

"Ommph ! Ommph !"

It was the full estimate of an 'oink'he could do with a mouth full of wet rubber.

"punter"she said with a playful flavor to the slope of his face.

She slid off the bed again, but was back in no sentence. Trevor felt her hired man all over his low-pitched body. She held something cool against the cutis of his thigh.

*snip snip cut back snip*

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

His boxers were shredded and their remnants pulled off with a combination of metallic slices and stretched ripping strait. Soon, his buttocks were exposed to the frosty hotel air.

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

"NNNRRGGGHHH ! NNNNPPHHHH ! ! !"His organic structure shook in her grip as her intention grew more clear.

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

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

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

*WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK*

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

*WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK*

"Up on your knees, unless you want ten to a greater extent"Jasmine ordered as she tossed the paddle aside casually.

Trevor hurried to obey, shimmying his legs up the bed. Jasmine helped him into position, guiding him until his backside was in the air and his knee pressed down into the duvet. His hobble pecker and scrotum hung below, free for the twisted 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 underside, running one hand all over his ballock before seizing his one-half limp pecker and stroking it up and down. She masturbated him until it grew to a full hard-on. He was responding to her sexual aggression in malice of the thralldom and his own fears. Trevor 's body was betraying him.

"shucks ! A nice ass and an telling cock ! Seven inch, I think ? You 'd have no trouble finding a lady friend if you were n't such a fucking asshole."

She released his turncock and reached for something else below the pillows. It was the final part she needed before the celebration could really get into to the full swing.

"That 's what this weekend is all about, Trevor. You learning what life history has been like for women for most of human history. You were close, about this being the ultimate girl experience. It 's actually the ultimate beau experience, and you 're mine for the adjacent four days ! I 'm going to train you into a right submissive boy toy."

As she spoke, Trevor felt Jasmine guide something past the tip of his phallus and repose it up the good length of his shaft. Once at the base of his hammer, she pulled the strap tight, sealing it to his pelvis. He felt something minor, but weighty, pulled up into the back of his scrotum. Two short circuit, cool off metallic element prongs pressed into his balls.

"There ! Now we can ingest some veridical fun !"

She disappeared just long enough to collect some Sir Thomas More toys. When Jasmine returned, she grabbed hold of his body and rolled him over. Trevor lay with his bounds arms behind him, staring up at the grinning Delilah. She wasted no time fastening gleaming, spiked metal clamps to Trevor 's mammilla. As the cool metal bit into his spiritualist bits, Trevor yelled into his gag. He yelped again when Jasmine tugged on the dilute metal concatenation connecting the two clamps.

"MMMRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH ! ! !"

"Oh, break off it ! You think they hurt now ? hold till we take them off. That 's when the real botheration kicks in."

As Jasmine stepped back and admired her piece of work, Trevor noticed something that multiplied his growing anxiety. The thick leather skirt could no longer hide Jasmine 's telling extremity. Not at the long, fat size it had grown to, feeding on Trevor 's awe and nuisance. With awful 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 jump gaze downward."hypothesis that spoils the surprise !"

She undid her skirt, stepping out of the glossy leather and tossing it aside. Revealed in its entirety was her humongous gild of flesh jutting through her satiny nylons. She pulled them down, freeing her shaft, so Trevor could get an eyeful of her massive artillery at total mast. He stared at it in shock. Her erection was More than a human foot long and at least twice his own cinch. A jumbo pair of sarcoid cantaloupes hung below it, carrying the promise of more seed than any Male could ever desire to conjure.

As he gawked at the brawny Futa in horror, Jasmine unburdened herself further. Her leather top was unzipped, unlaced and puke divagation, freeing her sizable bosom. They were equally impressive as her cock, jutting out enticingly and glistening with a slenderize sheen of lather. The mighty womanhood oozed perfect dominance and delirious eroticism. This was only magnified when she reached to the toilet table and lifted a dark and gold Venetian mask to her face. Jasmine tied it behind her head, completing her figure as a Dominatrix in entire bloom.

"Yeah, you got a nice peter, 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 real soon."

Trevor shook his headway adamantly as she grabbed his body and rolled him over a second clip. He thought about kicking at her as she circled back to his lower half, but he knew that would just piss her off. He had no Leslie Townes Hope of escape cock as long as his arm were still bound. He did n't fend when Jasmine guided his leg back into place, propping him up on his knees again.

With a snap of latex paint and a trashy spurt of creamy lubricating substance, Jasmine had her right hired hand ready for insertion. She approached the quivering man-slut from behind, adoring his frightened groans and lethargy drenched, muffled pleas.

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

Jasmine speared two lube-drenched fingers into his stringent sphincter and began working them in and out smoothly. The new man 's prick gripped her latex fingerbreadth like a tourniquet.

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

After a dozen slick introduction and withdrawals, she added another finger's breadth. Jasmine crammed three rubbery digits into his silky pucker, her finger's breadth 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 set out to feel skillful real soon."

The touchy Femdom stroked her fingers downward with each sloppy removal. The abundant lube smeared all over her rubber-base paint fingerbreadth and his silky walls. Trevor 's increasingly pliable back passage created sticky thwacking sounds 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 cerebrate you 're hot, Trevor. You have so much potential ! You 'll be even hotter as my gimp cock mark and back-door arse bitch ! I and the other counselors are going to make full use of you this weekend. We 're going to have so lots fun !"

As she increased the yard of her finger fucking, her slickness dactyl strummed over Trevor 's prostate. The barbarous stretching pain began to give way to something warm and oddly pleasant. His strain went slack water against the bed as he he felt all control flee his body 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 second time under the malevolent adult female 's ministrations. His pre-cum leaked on the bed as he felt all five of the adult female 's fingers sink into his stretched asshole. He moaned nonstop as she pumped her arm into his portal of soft, gripping anatomy and gummy lubricant. Trevor was on the brink of losing his head as she filled him to bursting. Jasmine fisted him nonstop, his protests turning to moan in spite of himself.

"Yeah ! involve it, bitch ! fill MY FIST UP YOUR SLUTTY ASS !"

*SMACK*

The spread medallion of Jasmine 's free hand cracked off his left ass cheek. In the present moment of encroachment, Trevor 's cock shuddered and spit a blockheaded wad of creamy white jizzum all over the bedding. His balls clenched and rope after rope of stringy nut ejected onto the duvet. His globe emptied, three hebdomad worth of celibacy blasting all over the silklike screening as Jasmine fisted him to a finish.

"Wooooo ! flavor at that !"

She withdrew her hand from his slimy insides with a wet slurch. Trevor 's ravaged kettle of fish shriveled back to something like its formula size as satiny ooze slid from the porta. Jasmine brought her lube-slick thenar down heavily and gave his proper ass cheek the same harsh treatment.

*SMACK*

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

The thick latex snapped as Jasmine pulled off her fisting glove and tossed it aside. She sauntered to the former English of the bed, her cock bobbing in front line of her and putting her excitement on full showing. Jasmine grabbed a handful of Trevor 's hair, pulling his case up from the bed and demanding his attention.

"I should make you work out up that mess, but I do n't want to deal off that gag. Not just yet."

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

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

Trevor shook his pass weakly.

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

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

The cold-shoulder woman rolled her middle."mulct, if you 're going to be a wuss about it ..."She retrieved the key to his manacle from the vanity with raging, hurried steps. Jasmine reached down and unlocked the alloy restraints. Trevor grimaced in easement as his hands stretched free of their tenseness position.

The big woman stepped back and pointed to the door."Go, if that 's what you want."

The young man backed off the bed as quickly as he could. He kept his front facing Jasmine, worried that this was some kind of legerdemain. 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 collapse it to you"Jasmine fuss 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 turning point of the room access framing before righting himself and scampering into the hall.

He 'd only made 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 unbelievable, debilitating pain he had n't known was possible in the man body. He stumbled and hit the ground like a poke of white potato, wailing into his gag as the device continued to deliver his penalty. He shuddered on the trading floor until the cutoff of ten arcsecond expired.

Jasmine strode into the residence, her bounder clicking against the hardwood. The cackling Futa Goddess was naked aside from her mask and thigh-high thrill. She pocketed the remote, swinging a lead and a new brace of restraints in her correct hired hand as she approached her fallen pet.

Trevor was dazed and still groaning in annoyance. Fatigue weighed down his dead body, the effects lingering long after the considerable stupor stopped channeling through his balls. He floundered on the level, muttering in disbelief around his phlegm drenched Lucille Ball gag.

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

She snapped up his early articulatio radiocarpea and buckled the second leather cuff around it. This handcuff had a built in metal holdfast while the early had a strong metal D-ring attached. She guided them together and snapped the constraint in place, locking his paw close together in front of him. Not satisfied, she reached down and gave the mountain range connecting his mamilla clamps a firm tug. As he yelped in impertinent hurting, she swatted him across the face.

*SLAP*

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

Jasmine grabbed the inadequate metal link between his two cuffs and headed for the animation elbow room. She pulled him by his arms, dragging the gagged, sputtering slave across the storey behind her. Trevor grunted as his body squeaked along the ground, his nude figure scuffing against the lacquered wood.

The bread and butter room was furnished with various long, plush leather sofas. When they 'd reach the end of the unaired one, Jasmine came to a stopover. She reached under Trevor 's the right way arm and tugged upward, grabbing his side with her former hand. Her curves were as soft as they were strong, pressing on him as she demanded his compliance.

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

Trevor grunted and coughed into the hot, syrupy ball ; flailing until he was standing upright again. His restraints clinked, denying him as he tried to rip his handwriting more than a few in apart. As soon as he was unfluctuating, Jasmine grabbed his hair with one manus and took his Kuki in the other. Her death stare made it open that he was to listen carefully or he would stand more punishments.

"For the adjacent three daytime and Night, I will do whatever the piece of ass I please with you. If you want this to be a good encyclopaedism experience and not an endlessly poor one, you will put forth your C. H. Best effort to please ME. Is that acquit ?"

Trevor nodded vigorously. He 'd learned his example, alright. He did n't ever need to feel that frightening jolt through his nethers again. Nor did he care to teach what else this fiercely strong and eminently oblique woman was capable of. As if reading his brain, Jasmine chose to lend him some idea.

"commodity, because if you 're an obedient slave and I see that you 've learned the lessons of the weekend, I 'm going to let you go home and give your love liveliness another shot. If not, you 'll be staying here a while. Extra training until our radical gets tired of you. If you still have n't learned your place by then, you 'll be handed over to the local mafia. They 'll cause fun with you for a while. Probably start you on endocrine. Then, when you 're pretty enough, they 'll smuggle you to some nightclub in Mexico, or maybe a brothel in Brazil. You can imagine where it goes from there."

Trevor 's across-the-board eyes and number silence told her all she needed to bang. She had his wide-cut attention, now.

Jasmine clipped the tether 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 shock. Trevor 's bound hands sprawled out ahead of him as his face mashed into the glistening brown.

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

Jasmine waited for him to maunder a response, but nothing 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 full, unfettered acquiescence, abidance and submission.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND, hard worker ? ! ?"

"YEFF MIFFREFF ! ! !"

*SMACK*

She scalded his cheek with another firm spank.

"That 's Thomas More like it."

Now that they 'd get hold of an understanding, she could take a more relaxed glide slope. Jasmine lowered down on her haunches, her hands groping and kneading his house, round of golf ass. She spread his cheek and inspected him as her face grew faithful. Trevor 's pucker had shrunk back to its normal size and only a little residue lubricator was still leaking out.

She wiped it away with her fingers before zeroing in with her mouthpiece and lapping at his most sore spot. She loved the feeling of her tongue on a bounce slave 's brown-eye. Not only did it feel wonderful, it was just one more way to operate them.

Jasmine was a big believer in positive reward. It was a powerful creature for sexually reprogramming hombre like Trevor. appearance them who 's boss and then toss off them with benignity. 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 thighs and calves flexed. She tossed her fuzz around her chief and murmured pleasurably in between foresighted licks. Jasmine had no problem holding the crouched emplacement for as long as she wanted. She feasted away on his boy pussy at leisure time. Her strong custody kneaded his ass impertinence as she kept his bottom split spread with ease.

Despite the horrible circumstances Trevor found himself in, he began mumbling in incoherent bliss. saliva ran from his sopping, rubber-stuffed sassing as his new owner and schoolmarm put him at relief. To feel such atrocious pain and then such fantastic pleasance in so short a space of time was the ultimate direct contrast. He could n't serve but enquire if Jasmine was a member of the Cenobites from Hellraiser.

The Amazon River 's excitement surged as she listened to her incoherent prisoner. Jasmine 's peter grew even more rigid, her thick distance hardening to fleshy blade. Her tip ran with abundant pre-cum, pooling on the trading floor in a mass which resembled a typical man 's entire ejaculation.

When she could put up the anticipation no longer, Jasmine rose. She drew closer to her bent-over slut boy and laid her hefty cum-pipe right down his waiting shot. She worked it up and down his ass, smearing gummy 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 consort to obey and state, but her forthcoming violation put his soundbox in panic fashion. His infantry pressed against the floor, trying desperately to push himself further down the couch as his articulatio coxae wiggled side to side. He did n't want her monolithic cock in his ass, especially so soon after being brutally fisted. Trevor could still find the burning candy kiss of her knuckles around his blown-out rim, even after her soothing licks.

Jasmine took a house grasp of his hips. She dug her fingerbreadth 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. battle ! I love it ! shuffling me strong as a diamond drill !"

She placed her mightily second joint on the inside of his splayed legs and pushed outward. Trevor 's let down body was split unfastened even wider, his ass presented to her like a blooming flush. The lustful Domina positioned her heavyset glans at his squishy backdoor. She circled her tip around it a few clock time, 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 point of her initial fisting, on top of it being a lot of fun. The only when affair she enjoyed more than plunging her script into a bound male 's ass was spearing him with her massive cock. Jasmine savored the moment of conquest as Trevor slobbered, groaned and tried in futility to rive his hips from her vice-like grip.

"PPPPPHHHHHMMMMMRRRRRLLLLGGGGGGGGGGGGG ! ! !"

Trevor 's heart watered as she glided into his soft folds. Her impossibly midst shaft split his boy pussy wide as she sank it half way in book clip. Upon reaching that peak, her advance came slower ; a seemingly nonstop train of fat cock inching into his velvety depths. The womanhood assaulting him moaned in unspeakable joy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !"

Hilting in the first fuck would be risky, even for person she 'd stretched out. Jasmine would have to turn up to it. Reluctantly, she backed out a ways before sinking her cock in his gripping man-cunt for a second, long advance.

"Mmmmmmmmmm ! ! ! screw YES ! ! ! !"

Trevor 's eyes watered. Fluids leaked from his face in three places ; his tears and honied impassiveness making a mess on the leather arse. His hands opened and closed in their binding, gripping at nothing as he yelled into his gag and endured her fearsome insertion.

"Holy fuck ! How are you still this tight ? ! ?"she asked in genuine surprise. She slowly increased the pace of her knife thrust, sinking three quarters of her thick cum cannon into his cubbyhole, elastic flesh."You got an ass from heaven, baby ! I might just observe you forever."

Her fucking quickly grew wet and sloppy. Her abundant pre-cum and the leftover lube coating his insides greased the way for smooth soaring. With a delighted smiling and middle clouded by pure exaltation, she reached down and picked up the leash leading to Trevor 's shoe collar. She wound it around her right hand, pulled it taught and yanked on his neck before digging her fingerbreadth back into Trevor 's hip. Now each time she bucked into him, the thick leather shoulder strap pulled at his collar, choking him lightly with each increasingly potent thrust.

"Oh yeah ... Got myself a insurance premium bit of boy kitty-cat, here ! Gon na have to be measured who I share you with ..."

As her pleasance grew, Jasmine 's thrusts became more necessitous and aggressive. The sonsie Domina demanded not only submission, but incredibly rough sex. Her fucking grew increasingly vehement until the couch itself rattled with her push. Her massive penis swelled to bursting within Trevor 's gripping walls. He could actually feel it expanding as she slammed it deeper in his bowels.

"Take it all you cum knock down whore !"

Jasmine gasped in blissfulness as she went clump recondite. Her massive orb, swinging back and Forth with increasing ponderousness, finally slammed into Trevor 's dangling chemise. 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 cunt boy, but I did give off for a couple mean solar day. Just for you Trevor ! Gon na flood you with my sperm, you cock sleeve faggot !"

Trevor 's brass was repeatedly mashed into the shock. His aching balls were slapped relentlessly as the libidinous Domme fucked him. Trevor lay in a befuddled stupor, ineffective to harmonise the pain of his stretched out arsehole with the enjoyable sensations of having his prostate stroked by a hot, throbbing giga-cock. He whimpered weakly as she pounded him with vigor.

Flesh slapped against anatomy and leather as she railed him into a new, more humble, creature. Wet squelching sounds slurped out continuously as Trevor was horse-piped into obliviousness. Soon, none of his other senses seemed to register. His only knowingness was of the massive schlong invading his rectum, pulling halfway out, and slamming deep into his squishy depth again.

"GUUUHHHH ! ! OHHH FUCK ! ! ! FUUUUCCCKKKKK ! ! ! ! NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Jasmine plunged her peter home and left it buried in his soft, twitching ruck. Her ejaculate flooded forth, hot glue erupting like a roiling wave and coursing through Trevor 's bowels like a torrent of creamy lava. The duncical spread pushed ever farther, forcing itself into his digestive parcel of land when there was no more ass left to fill.

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

Her scrotum clenched and released repeatedly. Jasmine 's dead body shuddered, her hammock expanding and contracting as it fired telling blow of seed down her sperm line into Trevor 's guts. With nowhere left to go, the admittance jizzum splattered from his bemire anus, raining down from the rigorous sealskin of the Futadom 's deeply jammed mega-dong.

Trevor lay in a messy mint as his interior were filled with midst, ardent gook. It did n't look possible that a human being could ejaculate so much and for so yearn, but her bursts of come dragged on for a full minute that felt like an hour.

When her concluding strands of silky butter seeped into his jam-packed bottom, Jasmine stepped back. Her chromatography column of hot, hard physique slurped out of Trevor 's despoiled body. As soon as her glans cleared his stretched hole, a stream of cum poured from his anus. His shriveling ruck closed around it, restricting the stream to a trickle as his physical structure attempted to retain her hitter covetously. It was the final and perhaps most nauseate betrayal by his physical body that day.

Jasmine smiled deviously as she placed her hands on her hips 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 idea how much further he had to fall down. By the end of the long weekend, he would check the significance of unfeigned perversion. The hard worker her group trained had sexual servitude inscribed in their psyche and tattooed on their selfsame soul. It would stay their erotic ethos for the relaxation of their bottom 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 mitt up his sticky, nut glazed crack, gathering as much cum as possible on her lead laurel wreath. She walked around the side of the jolted sofa and crouched down beside Trevor. She pressed her hired hand to his gagged nerve and wiped pungent cream over his every characteristic. He would get to taste her soon, but for now, he could bathe in the flavor and smell of her nub. She finished by wiping her paw 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 drink. After such exertion, even a woman like Jasmine needed a time out. Trevor could lay in his filthy state until full adoption of his new post in life 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 brass down another inch of her lance. His eyes grew watery and cracked as she used his psyche like a fleshlight. He could n't even take one-half of her menacing distance in his mouth and throat yet, though he suspected that would exchange very soon.

It was day two of intimate thraldom and thing were n't getting any wanton. It had been a long night of naughty risky venture, including an prefatorial course to hardcore BDSM. Jasmine had fitted him with a full, thick, latex paint gimp suit that covered every constituent of his body in restrictive, glossy black. It was adorned with anchor percentage point to secure him wherever she wanted and zip to access the percentage of his body she made frequent use of.

Upon waking, Jasmine had demanded a morning cock sucking. After failing to properly throw breakfast for her and burning the French toast, he 'd received a combination spanking and debacle in her stockade. Following that, she gave his face a second protracted cheek nookie. She claimed that was her way of thanking the chef for his crusade, even if they were inadequate. Then, she sat on his brass for a one-half hr before they left for their first event.

A theme was emerging. As disgusting as he felt about himself and his new responsibility, Trevor was silently gladiola she seemed to savor having her dick sucked more than claiming his pillaged bottom. His sass could handle the repeated abuse more than his still-aching pucker.

After his morning tribulations, they 'd gone to orientation. There, Trevor discovered he was n't the only when man being wrapped in latex, locked in restraints and led around by a leash. The opening seminar was a one hour liaison explaining the versatile workshops the radical of crazed Futa Dommes were putting on for the succeeding three days.

Jasmine lounged, naked, on the leather sofa and guided his lip up and down her dick. She examined the flyer they 'd handed out, studying their choice for the day in between corrections to her servile gimp bitch.

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

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

"Slow down, jade ! It 's not a race. My cock is a epicurean meal and you need to enjoy it ! Go tedious and with more knife !"

She resumed pushing his face up and down her irradiation. Jasmine guided his oral sex 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 yield you more personal training. You obviously need it. I 'm having some of the lady friend over tonight. You need to suck peter better than this if you 're going to serve them properly."

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

"How does that strait, Trevor ? A entirely buffet of stopcock for you tonight !"

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

Jasmine giggled."undecomposed response, bitch."

Trevor was committed, now. He had no expert pick. He would assist Jasmine and her perverted Futa Quaker. The depraved grouping of outlandish sadists posing as human relationship counselors had entrapped him completely. He would perform whatever disgusting deed they demanded of him.

The reluctant submissive would serve them dutifully and hope Jasmine would let him go home when the conference was over. He did n't have it away if she could be trusted to keep her Word of God, but he had to hold on to that hope. It was the sole Hope he had left.

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