“ Very interesting"Jasmine muttered sarcastically as her pen sailed across the Sir Frederick Handley Page. Normally she 'd be taking notes, but that was no longer requirement with her current client. She had this young man figured out. In cases like his, she would often doodle while the subject was under hypnosis. Her inquiry would occasionally spark off a new point in time of interest, but at this stage, they mostly confirmed her suspicions.

She knew exactly what treatment he needed. Now it was just a issue of talking him into it. Sometimes, it helped to visualize these things ; to create a portrait of the future you would bring in manifest. Her pen came to a stop as she completed her drawing. It was a crude theatrical performance of the substitute therapy she would deport with the cock-sure client resting comfortably on her frame, if all went according to plan.

"Alright, Trevor. I think we 're done for now. I 'm going to count to three and snatch up my finger's breadth. When I snap my fingers, you will reappear feeling completely refreshed. make ? One. Two. Three."

*snap*

Trevor 's light gray center opened. He stared at the ceiling as his mental murkiness cleared. It felt like he 'd been sleeping for solar day. It was n't log Z's in the traditional gumption, of path, but he felt well rested. He sat up and turned, his pes finding the floor. Trevor ran a deal through his light, blonde lock. When he looked up, the gorgeous healer with the lambency glasses and toothsome blackamoor hair was smiling at him.

"How long was I out ?"

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

"Did you discover what you needed to ?"

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

"good, because I 'm not paying a hundred long horse to take another nap."

That was n't fair. She 'd done more than just the hypno hooey. Still, he was starting to question why he continued coming here. She was n't even a accredited healer. Her commercial enterprise card read : Sex Therapist & human relationship advocate, but the merely certification on her wall was a bachelor-at-arms 's in psychology.

A calendar month ago, her advertisement had called out to him like a shining beacon in the nighttime. It came along at just the right clock time in his life. A picture of her, one hand on her hip and the other lowering her rimmed glasses down her nose while she stared at the reviewer. 'Relationship trouble ? Ca n't find a equal ? Be man enough to admit you need the helper of a char .'

From the bullet points listed below that undoer Trevor got the impression she specialized in treating foresightful clock time lone wolf, incels, guy wire who 'd fallen into pick-up creative person polish and early clueless jerk. He was n't a phallus of any of those groups, but something about her had grabbed Trevor. Maybe it was her eyes ; dark orbs brimming with trust that spoke wordlessly : 'Only I can facilitate you .'

And that was n't her only impressive feature film. Jasmine had the eubstance of an Olympic athlete and a stunner scar to go with it. Her fast suit-coat and heavy skirt could n't shroud the brawn in her weapon and thigh. Yet her skin was flawless and her characteristic purely feminine. Her black hair flowed in sultry wave that extended well down past her shoulders.

No wonder Trevor was going to therapy for the first metre in his aliveness. If reeling guys in with sex appeal was her shtick, she probably had lots of client. It seemed to have worked on him. That, combined with Trevor 's long dry patch, is why he found himself on Ms. Jasmine baby-walker 's couch for the third time.

"You 've been patient role up to this full 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 be Thomas More than a C if you want my most in force treatment."

"More ? ! ?"he asked incredulously."What variety of treatment are we talking about ?"

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

His simple t-shirt and jeans betrayed a lack of fashion sense, but he was handsome enough. Trevor was fit and his figure filled out his clothes nicely. He would 've done fine with the ladies if he was n't such a typical dude-bro. Unfortunately, her trip-up into his psyche had revealed he was lacking in various areas other than fashion. Chief among them were empathy, communication and a modern understanding of the fairer sex.

Trevor had some outdated belief about family relationship. This had resulted in disaster with his previous girlfriends. Without Jasmine 's assist, his kind were doomed in the new existence. She would possess to be rigorous with him. It would all be for the best in the end. Perhaps he 'd even thank her, later, when he was a new man.

"Have you ever been to the Antilles ?"

"The Antilles ?"

"The archipelago in the Caribbean."

Trevor still looked flummoxed.

"Do they not learn geography in school anymore ?"

"Not much"he admitted.

"Jamaica. Cuba. The friar preacher democracy. Haiti. The cayman Islands ... etc. They make up the Antilles."

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

"It 's gorgeous. I go there frequently for body of work and play. In fact, an organisation I 'm affiliated with hold retreats there regularly. We often bring clients who can gain from more hands on experience."

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

"Workshops. role drama. Deep hypnosis. Intense sensitivity training that requires a kind of ... sham relationship. It 's much more confidant than what can be achieved in an office environment. I think you 're an splendid candidate for this form of therapy."

Jasmine 's grin was as mischievous as Trevor 's eyes were wide. The implications were brighten. The only motion was if they were genuine or if this was a fluent sales sales talk to get him to some horribly dull, overpriced, new age, personal increment seminar.

"That does go concern. enjoin me more."

"If you were to come along, our academic session, outside of the workshops, would be mostly one on one. However, I should refer all of the other counselor in this chemical group are cleaning woman and we do help each other out. Sometimes its necessary to dial up the intensity. affair can get very interesting when multiple woman are involved."

Trevor 's body temperature rose steadily. He felt like a thermometer that was about to pop and gush mercury all over the storey. He almost never sweat outside the gym, but his peel was close to breaking out in a wet sheen.

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

At first, Trevor thought he was going crazy when he noticed the busty counselor being more flirty with him. Jasmine had put her custody on him during this academic term, guiding him to the lounge and getting him in the position she wanted. She 'd taken his heartbeat and given him a ignitor massage, something she had n't done in late 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 conceive of things. She was into him. Jasmine belike reserved these crack for her favorite clients. Trevor had heard of sex therapists who did more than just therapy and, in truth, he 'd hop Jasmine was one of those woman. Now, it seemed his solitaire was being rewarded. He may take hit the jackpot.

"You have no idea, but I hope to show you first hand. Our side by side retreat is in three calendar week. These event typically run four solar day. I 'd have a go at it to remove you, assuming you 're prepared."

"Prepared ?"

"Well, assuming you have a pass, you can get the sentence off and you can pay the launching fee."

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

"Two thousand dollars."

Trevor 's eyes practically bugged from his skull."TWO G ? ! ? For four solar day ?"

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

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

Jasmine laughed."nil that phantasy. Though, our mathematical group does require some peculiar accommodations to put on our training. That 's why it 's a small pricey. And we therapists need to be paid for our prison term, too, of course."

Trevor encountered his inaugural hint of trepidation. For that kind of money, he could go to Vegas and have one hell of a weekend. He could gamble, see a figure of fantastical appearance and pay for the company of several char. Of course, he would feel like a loser by the end of it. That was the easy path and it was n't going to help him with the dame in the future.

His beautiful counselor, on the other deal, was offering a stumble to the Caribbean, some form of next-level sex and relationship therapy and she was hinting at naughty fun. It had just the veracious atmosphere of mystery and category to make it more appealing than splurging on liquor and hookers.

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

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

"It will be the wisest investiture and the most energize four days of your life story. That 's my guarantee."

Trevor studied the sultry cleaning lady as she crossed her legs gracefully. Her breasts seemed like they were about to burst from her suit jacket. Her warm legs flexed, leading down to commanding blackguard. She lowered her trash and looked at him directly, their eyes meeting like alone 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 posture"she replied, pointing at him and flashing a smile."You 'll ask to cover your own air fare as well, but everything else is included. You wo n't deliver to worry about repast and such."

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

"No, that wo n't be requirement. 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 details tomorrow so you can Bible your flight."

"Great. Anything else I should know ?"

"Yes, one affair. 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 ? ! ?"

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

Jasmine 's wicked chuckle reinforced the medical prognosis of naughty fun to come in."It 's important that you enter this with the right mindset. Follow my book of instructions and you 'll be attracting the decently kind of charwoman in no time. Trust me."

* * * * *

Trevor sat in the aerodrome lobby, shifting uncomfortably in the fixed seat as he waited for his flight of steps to get boarding. It had been respective long hebdomad of blue-balled expectation, but the day had come and he would soon be taking his first trip to the Caribbean.

He lamented that he could n't put in his ear buds and discount the noise around him, but he did n't want to miss an important announcement and get caught with his pants down. Trevor scrolled through his social leisurely, barely paying tending to the usual stream of crap news and mediocre memes. It was mostly to give his hands something to do. His mind was fixated on the future four days.

Would this trip be a massive disappointment and a total wastefulness of prison term and money ? The best long weekend of his life story ? Something in between ?

A series of futuristic beeps blared through his phone 's talker, letting Trevor know he had an incoming call option. The pop-up presentment read : Jasmine go-cart. He smiled and hit the accept button.

"Hello, miss Walker."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, well, I do n't care to be too obvious, but some bozo can be pretty forgetful. Not you, though. You 're clearly ready for some promote training. By the metre I 'm done, you 'll have to press the lady off with a stick."

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

"Oh-ho ! bold words. We 'll see if you can live up to them. Have a good flight, fan boy. And discipline your email. I just sent a pic."

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

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

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

The movie loaded and he barely recognized the woman who 'd been his healer for two calendar month. Her non-white hairsbreadth was done up in a high up ponytail. Her physical composition was much more sound out with dark shadow, spectacular eyeliner and plentiful blush adding color to her cheeks. Her blue middle sparkled as she gazed into the camera.

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

Jasmine smiled and held up two fingers in the classic heartsease signaling. That was the most uncouth tie, though Trevor knew in many percentage of the populace it instead meant'V for victory .'It had formerly been a mail service human race War II gesture of celebration, but now was used more than as a statement of cute playfulness.

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

He gawked at the photo until a fair sex announced his flight over the intercom. The plane was boarding. It was metre 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 means, but it seemed pretty upscale for the relatively pocket-size island nation he found himself in. The native spoke an odd version of broken English in which you 'd be lucky to catch every former word. Their lyric and culture was a hodge-podge influenced by a twelve different Carry Nation from compound times.

Jasmine met him in the foyer and he followed her, watching her torso flex in the same leather top she 'd sported in the picture. She wore a long, matching musical instrument digital interface chick below, it 's glossy bootleg ripple as her legs pumped. The pattern held as Trevor followed her legs down into pitch blackness leather iron heel with stiletto heels. Her shadow whisker bobbed in the tall shot glass tail ; the luxurious locks trailing down past her shoulders even from its up-tied source.

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

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

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

"They 'll wreak it up shortly. They 're pretty engaged right now. tons of Guest checking in."

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

"Do we throw an orientation tonight ?"

"Nope"she answered over her shoulder."Not until tomorrow. Tonight you can repose up up from your flight and we can get to lie with each other a trivial better."

"Awesome"Trevor replied with an promote grin. He was pleasantly surprised. The last affair he wanted after passing through two airports was to hear to some fair sex yammer on for an minute or two. Also, he knew what getting to have sex each former was code for. It seemed this miniskirt vacation was about to kick off in imposing fashion.

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

"This is my elbow 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 Saami 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 script behind her back, which caused her ample heart to adhere out even more in the glossy leather bodice. She strolled forward slowly, growing closer by the second as the prevision built.

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

Her breasts pushed into the top of his chest and he realized just how much taller she was in her heights list boots. She was already grandiloquent for a woman, but now she had at least an in on him. Jasmine stared at him for a few present moment, breathing softly as her olfactory property wafted over him. The tip of her natural language poked out, gliding across her top lip suggestively.

In a spate of primal desire, she dove on him. Jasmine 's helping hand groped him all over as they started to osculate. Her knife invaded his mouthpiece aggressively. Trevor took hold of her curvy bod, tracing it up and down several multiplication before giving her oleaginous ass a hungry squeeze.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Ma'am"Trevor answered, his cheeks filled with rosy red. He turned and strode off to happen the bedchamber. In the background he could hear Jasmine open the room access and speak to the staff in their Weird dialect as he went profoundly into the luxury suite.

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

He 'd stripped down to his boxer briefs by the prison term the dark-haired beauty returned. He did n't lift sullen weight, like he was pretty sure Jasmine did, but his consistence was well toned. He liked to spend his nights at the gym running laps and shooting hoops in between a unit of ammunition or two on the free weight machines.

"I know how it is after a escape"Jasmine noted. She lifted her limb and untied the striation holding her hair up. Her lovely lock chamber glided down in waving of slick jet black."You look like you could use a massage. Get on the bed, human face down."

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

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

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

She traced his weapons system and stake up and down, groping him with an impressive handle. Where her hands flowed, tenseness and emphasis exited his body. He spoke muffled gibber into the duvet as she put him at the great simplicity he could remember in his animation. Trevor did n't even mark 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 manacle tighten around his leave wrist.

"Wait- What ? ! ?"

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

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

*CRRRRICK-CRICK*

"There we go. Almost ready to party !"

"Why, what else do we have to-"

Before he could fetch up the motion, 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 lips, mashing it against his face as Trevor closed his mouth 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."

"waiting, I --"

His Good Book made it just full enough for Jasmine to pull the smooth, thick ball past his sass. She tugged it with all her speciality and Trevor opened his mouth wider, if only to spare his dentition. His heart bulged as his entire mouth was filled with unforgiving, spherical rubber and his jaw was forced open permanently. Jasmine secured the gimmick behind his nous with a web of leather straps that dug into his hair and flesh tightly.

'Oh fuck ! What the fucking did I walk into ? ! ?'

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

"It should come as no surprise that you 'll be calling me Mistress Jasmine from now on. That is, when I give you back the ability to speak. That wo n't be for a spell. On the get-go night, just little slave male child should be seen and not heard as they learn proper decorum."

"Mmmppphhgglllmmm ! MMPPHHHRRRRRMMM ! ! !"

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

Trevor was overwhelmed by shame, but he did n't require to take a leak her off. The full gravity of his site was descending on him like an array of baleful storm clouds.

"Ommph ! Ommph !"

It was the best approximation of an 'oink'he could do with a rima oris wide-cut of wet rubber.

"wagerer"she said with a playful tang to the side of his face.

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

*snip snip snip snip*

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

His boxershorts were shredded and their oddment pulled off with a combining of metal slicing and stretched ripping sounds. Soon, his buttocks were exposed to the frosty hotel air.

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

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

"Oh, forgetting the principle already ? That 's going to cost you."

Jasmine rose and walked to the chest filled with toy, fetish clothing and control. She retrieved a longsighted, tough boat paddle before making her way back to the bed.

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

*WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK*

She brought the savourless end of the paddle down fiercely across the meat of both impertinence. Each one grew more abominable than the end as she put every bit of her considerable strength into each massive swat. His ass jiggled and grew more red with each fissure. The final five broke his silence as Trevor groaned painfully into the increasingly sloppy gag.

*WACK WACK WACK WACK WACK*

"Up on your articulatio genus, 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 side, guiding him until his tooshie was in the air and his genu pressed down into the continental quilt. His hobble putz and scrotum hung below, free for the twisted Domme to do whatever she pleased with them. Trevor quivered with his case pressed into the bed as he dreaded what she 'd do next.

Jasmine examined his bottom, running one hand all over his Lucille Ball before seizing his half hobble cock and stroking it up and down. She masturbated him until it grew to a full erecting. He was responding to her sexual hostility in spite of the bondage and his own fears. Trevor 's torso was betraying him.

"damn ! A skillful ass and an impressive putz ! VII inches, I think ? You 'd feature no problem finding a girlfriend if you were n't such a blinking asshole."

She released his cock and reached for something else below the pillows. It was the final piece of music she needed before the festivities could really get into replete swing.

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

As she spoke, Trevor felt Jasmine guide something past the tip of his member and ease it up the full length of his scape. Once at the root word of his stopcock, she pulled the straps tight, sealing it to his pelvis. He felt something small-scale, but weighty, pulled up into the back of his scrotum. Two short, nerveless metal prongs pressed into his balls.

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

She disappeared just long enough to collect some more toys. When Jasmine returned, she grabbed time lag of his physical structure and rolled him over. Trevor lay with his bound arms behind him, staring up at the grinning siren. She wasted no time fastening glimmer, spiked metal clamps to Trevor 's nipples. As the cool alloy bit into his tender bits, Trevor yelled into his gag. He yelped again when Jasmine tugged on the fragile metal concatenation connecting the two clamps.

"MMMRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH ! ! !"

"Oh, stop it ! You think they hurt now ? time lag till we take them off. That 's when the substantial bother kicks in."

As Jasmine stepped back and admired her work, Trevor noticed something that multiplied his growing anxiety. The thick leather skirt could no longer hide Jasmine 's grievous appendage. Not at the recollective, fat size it had grown to, feeding on Trevor 's fearfulness and hurting. 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 galvanise gaze downward."Guess that spoils the surprise !"

She undid her skirt, stepping out of the slick magazine leather and tossing it aside. Revealed in its totality was her thumping club of flesh jut through her silky nylons. She pulled them down, freeing her cock, so Trevor could get an eyeful of her monolithic weapon at full mast. He stared at it in shock. Her erection was more than a ft long and at least twice his own cinch. A giant duo of heavy cantaloupe vine hung below it, carrying the hope of more than come than any male could ever hope to conjure.

As he gawked at the powerful Futa in horror, Jasmine unburdened herself further. Her leather top was unzipped, unbrace and cast aside, freeing her sizable breast. They were equally impressive as her hammer, jutting out enticingly and glistening with a thin sheen of exertion. The mightily woman oozed pure dominance and unrestrained eroticism. This was only magnified when she reached to the vanity and lifted a black and Au Venetian mask to her face. Jasmine tied it behind her oral sex, completing her simulacrum as a Dominatrix in full bloom.

"Yeah, you got a nice hammer, slave, but it 's nil 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 read/write head adamantly as she grabbed his body and rolled him over a second time. He thought about kicking at her as she circled back to his lower one-half, but he knew that would just piddle her off. He had no hope of safety valve as long as his arm were still bound. He did n't resist when Jasmine guided his wooden leg back into place, propping him up on his genu again.

With a cracking of latex paint and a loud squirt of creamy lubricating substance, Jasmine had her right hired hand ready for insertion. She approached the quivering man-slut from behind, adoring his panic-struck groan and sputum drenched, muffled pleas.

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

Jasmine speared two lube-drenched finger into his tight sphincter and began working them in and out smoothly. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. man 's asshole gripped her latex fingers like a tourniquet.

"Whew ! Goddamn Trevor ! Tight as a brake drum ! It 's decent to eff your anal virginity is all mine. Virgin boy kitty is the dependable, by far. I almost feel esteemed !"

After a dozen slick insertions and pulling out, she added another finger's breadth. Jasmine crammed three rubbery digits into his silken ruck, her fingers sinking in slowly as his starfish expanded with her demands.

"MMMMPPPGGHHHHH ! ! ! NNNRRRGGHHHHHHHH ! ! !"

"Uh huh. You say that now, but I bet it 's gon na commence to find good real soon."

The plucky Femdom stroked her finger's breadth downward with each mucky removal. The abundant lubricant smeared all over her latex paint fingers and his silky walls. Trevor 's increasingly fictile back passageway created sticky thwacking strait as she plowed her manus deeper in his ass with each thrust.

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

As she increased the rate of her finger shag, her sleek down figure strummed over Trevor 's prostate. The brutal stretching painful sensation began to feed way to something warm and oddly pleasant. His variant went slack against the bed as he he felt all control flee his body and his centre rolled upward.

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

Trevor 's cock grew hard ; betraying him a s time under the malevolent cleaning woman 's ministrations. His pre-cum leaked on the bed as he felt all five of the woman 's finger sink into his stretched bunghole. He moaned nonstop as she pumped her arm into his portal of balmy, gripping shape and mucilaginous lubricating substance. Trevor was on the threshold of losing his mind as she filled him to bursting. Jasmine fisted him nonstop, his protestation turning to groan in spite of himself.

"Yeah ! Take it, gripe ! take aim MY fist UP YOUR SLUTTY ASS !"

*SMACK*

The unfold thenar of Jasmine 's relinquish hand cracked off his left ass cheek. In the consequence of impingement, Trevor 's cock shuddered and spit a thick wad of creamy Andrew D. White jizzum all over the bed clothing. His balls clenched and rope after rope of stringy nut ejected onto the duvet. His balls emptied, three weeks worth of celibacy blasting all over the silklike covers as Jasmine fisted him to a finish.

"Wooooo ! Look at that !"

She withdrew her manus from his slimy inside with a wet slurch. Trevor 's ravaged hole shriveled back to something like its convention size as slick ooze slid from the opening. Jasmine brought her lube-slick palm down heavily and gave his right ass cheek the same harsh treatment.

*SMACK*

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

The thick latex snapped as Jasmine pulled off her fisting glove and tossed it aside. She sauntered to the other side of the bed, her cock bobbing in front man of her and putting her excitement on wax display. Jasmine grabbed a fistful of Trevor 's hair, pulling his face up from the bed and demanding his attention.

"I should get you lick up that flock, but I do n't desire to postulate off that gag. Not just yet."

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

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

Trevor shook his head weakly.

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

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

The slighted woman rolled her eyes."amercement, if you 're going to be a wuss about it ..."She retrieved the key to his handlock from the dresser with angry, hurried steps. Jasmine reached down and unlocked the alloy chasteness. Trevor grimaced in relief as his bridge player stretched free of their stress 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 veneer Jasmine, worried that this was some variety of deception. Trevor reached behind his head and traced the web of buckle and shoulder strap that kept the gag fixed in his mouth.

"You wo n't be able to bring that off without help, and I 'm certainly not going to dedicate it to you"Jasmine gaiter 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 recession of the doorway anatomy 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 ! ! ! !"

electrical energy surged through Trevor 's nutsack, delivering a jerk of incredible, debilitating pain he had n't known was possible in the human consistency. He stumbled and hit the flat coat like a hammock of Solanum tuberosum, wailing into his gag as the device continued to surrender his penalty. He shuddered on the storey until the cutoff of ten s expired.

Jasmine strode into the manor hall, her heels clicking against the hardwood. The cackling Futa Goddess was naked aside from her masquerade and thigh-high boots. She pocketed the remote, swinging a leash and a new distich of restraints in her right hired man as she approached her fallen pet.

Trevor was dazed and still groaning in pain. Fatigue weighed down his body, the impression lingering long after the considerable shock stopped channeling through his orchis. He floundered on the storey, muttering in disbelief around his emotionlessness drenched Ball gag.

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

She snapped up his early articulatio radiocarpea and buckled the indorse leather cuff around it. This turnup had a built in metal holdfast while the other had a strong alloy D-ring attached. She guided them together and snapped the restraints in place, locking his work force close together in front of him. Not satisfied, she reached down and gave the chain of mountains connecting his nipple clamps a firm tug. As he yelped in reinvigorated pain, she swatted him across the face.

*SLAP*

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

Jasmine grabbed the light metal link between his two turnup and headed for the keep elbow room. She pulled him by his arms, dragging the gagged, sputtering slave across the level behind her. Trevor grunted as his trunk squeaked along the ground, his naked shape scuffing against the lacquered wood.

The keep room was furnished with several long, plush leather sofas. When they 'd reach the end of the secretive one, Jasmine came to a stop. She reached under Trevor 's right arm and tugged upward, grabbing his face with her other hired hand. Her curves were as soft as they were firm, pressing on him as she demanded his compliance.

"C'mon ! Get up ! It 's been long enough. You should be able-bodied 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 root for his hand more than a few column inch apart. As soon as he was steadfast, Jasmine grabbed his pilus with one bridge player and took his chin in the former. Her end stare made it authorise that he was to mind carefully or he would suffer more than punishments.

"For the side by side three daylight and nights, I will do whatever the fuck I please with you. If you want this to be a unspoilt acquisition experience and not an endlessly miserable one, you will put forth your trump effort to please ME. Is that crystallize ?"

Trevor nodded vigorously. He 'd learned his lesson, alright. He did n't ever want to finger that awful shock through his nethers again. Nor did he wish to acquire what else this fiercely unassailable and eminently shifty woman was up to of. As if reading his mind, Jasmine chose to bestow him some idea.

"Good, 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 reach your honey life another shot. If not, you 'll be staying here a spell. Extra training until our grouping gets tired of you. If you still have n't learned your plaza by then, you 'll be handed over to the local Cosa Nostra. They 'll have fun with you for a while. Probably start you on endocrine. Then, when you 're jolly enough, they 'll smuggle you to some night club in Mexico, or maybe a brothel in Brazil. You can imagine where it goes from there."

Trevor 's wide middle and total silence told her all she needed to bonk. She had his full attention, now.

Jasmine clipped the leash to one of the many O-rings on Trevor 's taking into custody. She grabbed him and pushed him over the side of the couch. His upper half smacked down into the thick leather cushion. Trevor 's limit hands sprawled out ahead of him as his boldness mashed into the calendered brown.

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

Jasmine waited for him to mutter a response, but zippo came. She realized she had n't technically asked him a dubiousness. The fired-up Domina did n't just want his tending. Jasmine wanted his full moon, unfettered assent, compliance and submission.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND, SLAVE ? ! ?"

"YEFF MIFFREFF ! ! !"

*SMACK*

She scalded his butt with another firm spank.

"That 's more like it."

Now that they 'd turn over an sympathy, she could consider a more relaxed plan of attack. Jasmine lowered down on her haunches, her hands groping and kneading his business firm, round ass. She spread his cheeks and inspected him as her face grew closer. Trevor 's pucker had shrunk back to its normal size and only a short residual lube was still leaking out.

She wiped it away with her fingers before zeroing in with her mouth and lapping at his most sensitive office. She loved the notion of her glossa on a leap slave 's brown-eye. Not only did it feel wonderful, it was just one more way to manipulate them.

Jasmine was a big believer in positively charged reinforcing stimulus. It was a powerful pecker for sexually reprogramming guys like Trevor. Show them who 's chief and then kill them with kindness. pay them something to feel conflicted about before stripping their someone bare and bending them to your will.

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

Her mighty second joint and calves flexed. She tossed her whisker around her head and murmured pleasurably in between long licks. Jasmine had no worry holding the stoop position for as long as she wanted. She feasted away on his boy slit at leisure time. Her strong hands kneaded his ass face as she kept his underside split open with ease.

Despite the horrible circumstances Trevor found himself in, he began mumbling in incoherent bliss. spittle ran from his sopping, rubber-stuffed sassing as his new owner and schoolma'am put him at ease. To feel such horrible painfulness and then such wonderful pleasure in so light a space of time was the ultimate demarcation. He could n't aid but inquire if Jasmine was a member of the Cenobites from Hellraiser.

The Amazon River 's excitement surged as she listened to her tongue-tied captive. Jasmine 's cock grew even more rigid, her duncish length hardening to fleshy blade. Her tip ran with abundant pre-cum, pooling on the base in a peck which resembled a typical man 's entire ejaculation.

When she could digest the anticipation no longer, Jasmine rose. She drew secretive to her bent-over slut boy and laid her hefty cum-pipe right hand down his waiting crack. She worked it up and down his ass, smearing viscous pre all over his well-spanked ass as her desire built to a crescendo.

Trevor 's blissful recess faded and he quickly realized what Jasmine was about to do. He 'd tacitly harmonize to obey and subject, but her upcoming violation put his consistency in terror way. His fundament pressed against the base, trying desperately to press himself further down the couch as his hips wiggled side of meat to side. He did n't want her massive cock in his ass, especially so soon after being brutally fisted. Trevor could still finger the burning buss of her knuckle joint around his blown-out rim, even after her soothing licks.

Jasmine took a unwavering hold of his rose hip. She dug her fingers 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 tool regardless. Go ahead, Trevor. STRUGGLE ! I love it ! Makes me hard as a diamond drill !"

She placed her powerful thighs on the inside of his luxate branch and pushed outward. Trevor 's lowly body was split open even wider, his ass presented to her like a blooming flower. The lewd Domina positioned her duncish glans at his spongelike back door. She circled her tip around it a few 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 thing she enjoyed more than plunging her bridge player into a restrict male 's ass was spearing him with her monumental cock. Jasmine savored the consequence of conquest as Trevor slobbered, groaned and tried in futility to extract his articulatio coxae from her vice-like grip.

"PPPPPHHHHHMMMMMRRRRRLLLLGGGGGGGGGGGGG ! ! !"

Trevor 's center watered as she glided into his subdued sheepfold. Her impossibly midst shaft split his boy pussy wide as she sank it half way in track record time. Upon reaching that point, her feeler came slower ; a seemingly around-the-clock train of fat dick inching into his velvety depths. The woman assaulting him moaned in unspeakable joy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !"

Hilting in the first fucking would be wild, even for someone she 'd stretched out. Jasmine would let to lick up to it. Reluctantly, she backed out a ways before sinking her peter in his gripping man-cunt for a second, long advance.

"Mmmmmmmmmm ! ! ! FUCK YES ! ! ! !"

Trevor 's optic watered. Fluids leaked from his face in three stead ; his tears and syrupy phlegm making a mess on the leather seat. His hands opened and closed in their bindings, gripping at cypher as he yelled into his gag and endured her terrible insertion.

"holy place shtup ! How are you still this tight ? ! ?"she asked in true surprise. She slowly increased the pace of her thrusts, sinking three quarters of her thick cum cannon into his snug, elastic flesh."You got an ass from paradise, sister ! I might just sustain you forever."

Her piece of tail quickly grew wet and sloppy. Her abundant pre-cum and the leftover lube coating his insides greased the way for tranquil glide. With a delight smile and eyes clouded by pure rapture, she reached down and picked up the tether leading to Trevor 's taking into custody. She wound it around her correct hand, pulled it taught and yanked on his cervix before digging her fingers back into Trevor 's hip. Now each meter she bucked into him, the thick leather strap pulled at his apprehension, choking him lightly with each increasingly sinewy thrust.

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

As her joy grew, Jasmine 's thrusts became more impoverished and aggressive. The curvy Domina demanded not only submission, but incredibly roughly sex. Her shag grew increasingly fierce until the cast itself rattled with her thrusts. Her massive penis swelled to bursting within Trevor 's gripping wall. He could actually feel it expanding as she slammed it deeper in his bowels.

"Take it all you cum ditch sporting lady !"

Jasmine gasped in bliss as she went balls abstruse. Her monumental orbs, swinging back and forth with increasing heft, finally slammed into Trevor 's dangling pouch. Her fleshy coco battered the shocking device strapped to his clump ; smashing his scrotum against the leather upholstery of the sofa.

"I have n't gone three weeks without cumming like some cucked gripe boy, but I did hold off for a couple solar day. Just for you Trevor ! Gon na torrent you with my sperm, you cock sleeve faggot !"

Trevor 's cheek was repeatedly mashed into the cushions. His aching chunk were slapped relentlessly as the libidinous Domme fucked him. Trevor lay in a confused shock, ineffective to submit the pain of his stretched out dickhead 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 flesh and leather as she railed him into a new, more humble, creature. Wet squelching auditory sensation slurped out continuously as Trevor was horse-piped into oblivion. Soon, none of his former senses seemed to register. His only awareness was of the monumental schlong invading his rectum, pulling halfway out, and slamming rich into his squishy depths again.

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

Jasmine plunged her tool home and left it buried in his balmy, twitching pucker. Her semen flooded Forth River, hot glue erupting like a roiling wave and coursing through Trevor 's bowels like a torrent of creamy lava. The thick-skulled library paste pushed ever farther, forcing itself into his digestive pathway when there was no Sir Thomas More ass left to fill.

"NNNGGGGHHHH ! ! ! piece of tail YESSSSSS ! ! ! !"

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

Trevor lay in a messy heap as his interior were filled with thick, warm sludge. It did n't look possible that a human being could ejaculate so very much and for so tenacious, but her explosion of semen dragged on for a full arcminute that felt like an hour.

When her last strands of silky butter seeped into his packed ass, Jasmine stepped back. Her pillar of hot, hard material body slurped out of Trevor 's despoiled trunk. As soon as her glans cleared his stretched cakehole, a stream of cum poured from his anus. His shriveling ruck closed around it, restricting the stream to a trickle as his body attempted to keep back her slugger covetously. It was the terminal and perhaps most disgusting betrayal by his anatomy that day.

Jasmine smiled deviously as she placed her hand on her hips and admired her work. She chuckled deviously as she surveyed Trevor 's thoroughly dominated and utterly fouled trunk. If he felt degraded now, he had no idea how much further he had to fall. By the end of the long weekend, he would learn the significance of on-key perversion. The slaves her group trained had sexual servitude inscribed in their Psyche and tattooed on their very somebody. It would remain their titillating ethos for the rest of their rear squawk 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 paw up his sticky, nut glazed fissure, gathering as much cum as possible on her leave behind palm. She walked around the slope of the jolted sofa and crouched down beside Trevor. She pressed her hired man 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 feel and scent of her nitty-gritty. She finished by wiping her hand in his sweaty blonde lock chamber. Jasmine made sure every drop of sticky glaze was mopped up by his golden hair.

"Now, you truly belong to me."

She stood and walked off to get a crapulence. After such exertion, even a cleaning woman like Jasmine needed a break. Trevor could lay in his foul state until to the full acceptance of his new station in living took hold.

* * * * *

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

Trevor slobbered and gagged as she forced his face down another inch of her jibe. His oculus grew watery and cracked as she used his brain like a fleshlight. He could n't even take half of her menacing duration in his oral fissure and throat yet, though he suspected that would change very soon.

It was day two of sexual thrall and matter were n't getting any prosperous. It had been a farsighted Nox of naughty escapade, including an introductory course to hardcore BDSM. Jasmine had fitted him with a entire, stocky, latex lameness causa that covered every part of his body in restrictive, showy black. It was adorned with lynchpin points to secure him wherever she wanted and zipper to access the parts of his eubstance she made buy at use of.

Upon waking, Jasmine had demanded a morning blowjob. After failing to properly make breakfast for her and burning the Gallic toast, he 'd obtain a combination spanking and whipping in her stockade. Following that, she gave his face a second lengthy face fucking. She claimed that was her way of thanking the chef for his sweat, even if they were short. Then, she sat on his face for a one-half hour before they left for their outset event.

A theme was emerging. As disgusting as he felt about himself and his new duties, Trevor was silently gladiolus she seemed to enjoy having her dick sucked more than claiming his desolate bottom. His sassing could handle the repeated abuse to a greater extent than his still-aching pucker.

After his morning visitation, they 'd gone to orientation course. There, Trevor discovered he was n't the only man being wrapped in latex paint, locked in chasteness and led around by a leash. The opening seminar was a one minute occasion explaining the various workshops the group of crazed Futa Dommes were putting on for the adjacent three days.

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

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

Trevor slurped up and down her gild of wet flesh hurriedly, trying to bring Jasmine to orgasm and feed himself some short circuit 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, slut ! It 's not a wash. My cock is a epicurean meal and you need to bask it ! Go irksome and with more knife !"

She resumed pushing his fount up and down her barb. Jasmine guided his head leisurely as she sought to press her glans deeper past the entrance to his throat.

"I suppose we could just continue here and I could give you more personal training. You obviously need it. I 'm having some of the young lady over tonight. You need to sop up dick good than this if you 're going to serve them properly."

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

"How does that phone, Trevor ? A whole snack counter of cock for you tonight !"

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

Jasmine giggled."skillful answer, bitch."

Trevor was committed, now. He had no better options. He would serve Jasmine and her perverted Futa friends. The corrupt group of freakish sadists posing as kinship counselors had entrapped him completely. He would perform whatever disgusting act they demanded of him.

The reluctant submissive would serve up them dutifully and go for Jasmine would let him go home when the group discussion was over. He did n't know if she could be trusted to hold her Christian Bible, but he had to control on to that hope. It was the solitary hope he had left.

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