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Cockteasing Mistress Slumber Party in Vegas

Jasmine — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 11:09:27 +0000

Don’t you just wish you could be a part of all the cockteasing fun that we Mistresses have here in fabulous Las Vegas? After playing in the casino, we girls have decided to have a little betting action of our own right here in Mistress Scarlett‘s hotel room.

It’s a Mistress slumber party! Wednesday night at 1am EST, some of your favorite Mistresses will be gathered in Ms Scarlet’s hotel room, taking calls and having a stroke-a-thon. Between us girls, we’ll have a betting pool on which of our stroker-boys can stroke the longest. Of course there will be lots of tease and denial along the way.

For our cam-sluts, we’ll have having a small penis humiliation extravaganza. Make sure you bring a ruler and a magnifying glass if needed. There will be a prize for the smallest cock to be recorded. Bonus points if you have an object in the photo to compare it to.

For our humiliation loser-boys we’ll be having a contest to see who can do the most outrageous thing for us. You know how I love to play Mistress Sez. Imagine several of us all in one room inventing one humiliating task after another as you struggle.

For our sissy sluts we’ll have Lingerie Runway. Make sure you have your girliest outfit on. We will be judging and awarding prizes for the sluttiest, the girliest and the laciest.

For a special treat we’re going to have a guest star tranny in house, Mistress Bridgette. For those of you, who always wanted to suck a tranny cock, we’ll be letting Mistress Bridgette have a crack at you.

So step right up to the exploitation stage and strike a pose. We’ll be watching on cam.

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The Trouble with Cock Teasing New Houseboys

Jasmine — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 23:04:40 +0000

The Trouble with Cockteasing New Houseboys

Greetings from Colorado, where the men shave their legs and the women do not. I’ve moved in with Mistress Brianna for a little while out here and have been soaking up the sunshine. As you know, Mistress Jasmine is not in a new town for long before reviewing applications for a local footslave. At Mistress Brianna’s request, I managed to procure a very well-mannered, eager to please, manservant whom I began cockteasing and tormenting immediately. Turns out, he is rendered helpless upon hearing a sultry, melodic phone sex voice and was immediately willing to do anything for Me.

Our new pet was initiated as a proper pantyslut, sporting a pair of indigo lacey stretch boyshorts. (Don’t you just love how boyshorts are anything but masculine?) Ah, there’s nothing like a little erotic humiliation to put a slave in the right mindset.

Freshly pink, he went about his duties of cooking and cleaning with remarkable efficiency despite Mistress Brianna’s and my constant teasing. The striped sissy apron he wore did little to conceal his aching cock which was edged several times for Our amusement.

Now, we gave him an apron for two reasons: 1) to remind him of his place and 2) because we directed him to cook bacon. Not that a little bacon spatter wouldn’t be a vastly entertaining form of CBT but Mistress chooses to be merciful in the beginning.

Our new footslave cooked us a delicious meal, then sat on his little pink cushion in the livingroom, rubbing our perfectly pedicured feet while we ate. We finished up with a lovely tease and denial session for our after dinner entertainment, complete with nipple clamps and ice cubes. Such a glorious afternoon.

All was well until later that night when I heard a terrible squealing noise from the shower. Mistress Brianna, famous for Her silky smooth alabaster skin, had been performing her nightly skin care ritual of slathering herself with coconut oil. She was none too amused to discover that, to a delirious cock-teased footslave, a glass jar of virgin coconut oil looks exactly like a bacon grease jar. She had covered her shapely shoulders, her beautiful breasts and lovely long legs in bacon grease!

Now I would have helped her scrub it off but I was paralyzed by the uncontrollable fits of laughter. Had our pet still been at the apartment, I would have made him lick it off, though this stunt earned him his new name- Kermit. (Seriously, have you ever noticed how much Mistress Brianna has in commmon with Miss Piggy? Blazing blue eyes, lucious curves, a mean karate chop…and now, they both smell like pork.) In fact, I’ll give 10 free minutes to anyone who sends Mistress Brianna some Miss Piggy paraphernalia before Halloween- i.e. blonde wig, feather boa, opera length gloves, sparkly shoes. (She is sooo going to kill me for that.) She’s so athletic, I can’t glamourize her alone and she doesn’t have a Halloween costume yet.

As for Kermit, I don’t suppose I’ll be too hard on him, after all, being teased by two sexy Mistresses is enough to make a submissive’s head explode. Of course if you think you’re man enough to handle both of Us at once, you can usually find Us on most nights after 8pm EST. Make sure you bring an apron, just in case.

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Mistress Teases Pantyslut at the Stripclub

Jasmine — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 03:16:20 +0000

Mistress sent Lacey, during his time as Slave for a Day, in chastity to the local stripclub, where Mistress had hand-picked a beautiful stripper skilled in the art of tease and denial. This is Lacey’s accounting of his adventure under Mistress’ firm, but gentle hand.

Mistress

You have asked me to share my experience this afternoon, after following your guidance in leading me to the gentlemen’s club. I should preface this by saying that we have been planning this idea for some time now and you helped me anticipate this. In addition, you held me in denial, in chastity for four long days, until last night-last night, you gave me an incredible teasing with your voice, images, and your touch on the vibe. You allowed me to unlock,and remove the sheath briefly while I lubed Your cock. As my erection grew,you forced me back into the cage, securing the strap, and finally locking me up, so I felt the intensity of your control. You teased me again, and i started begging to be released. You debated, knowing that our trip was planned for today. You made me promise that I would continue to want the arousal, and the teasing today, and that I would cage Your Cock again.

I promised these things to You, and You allowed me to take the cage off. You controlled my strokes, tormenting me, making me beg for denial,as you encouraged me to cum. I came and came, squeezing so hard, I was completely crazy feeling the pleasure of your last strokes and touches.

So how could I be ready again so quickly? This morning, as you requested, I put the cage on, and put the key around my neck. I slipped on two pairs of lace panties for you, to hold the cage in place. We IM’d during the day, as you prepared me. When the final instruction came through, I had no idea where I was going until then. I had mixed feelings. I was excited, nervous, and a little scared about what might happen.

It has been a long time since I went to a club. I never had a lap dance. You said you had taken special steps to find someone whom I might like, and you had shared things with her about what drives me crazy. As I left the office, to drive to the club, i was really nervous. As I got closer, you called, and ensured I was OK. In fact, you made me stay on the phone with the Bluetooth on, until you could see I was settled at the club. After checking through the front bouncer, I entered a dark room, nicely appointed. Very few people were there. A beautiful blonde woman was dancing on stage. I waited near the front, trying to find the Hostess. Eventually a very beautiful Latina girl approached me, “are you Lacey?” she asked. “I am Peaches. Come along with me.” She was wearing a black short top over a black bra, and black bikini panties. I was floating. As she turned to lead me, my eyes gazed down at her bottom, covered with sheer mesh material, beautiful lace patterns on the edge; her bottom, full and round and firm. She indeed was very beautiful.

Peaches took me to a side room with couches. No one was there. It was discrete, other than the music and windows along the side. As we stopped and looked at each other, I offered her the envelope you requested, and said, “Empress Jasmine asked me to give this to you…” She took it and nodded, and then pointed to a couch in the corner. She said to please sit and get comfortable. “I need to get some tokens..” I wasn’t sure what this was at first, but ultimately I saw they were coins to be used in a timer that kept track of the time she was dancing.

She returned and approached and asked me to relax. She moved toward me, kneeling on the couch, and straddling my leg. I shifted slightly to ensure she was comfortable. She looked at me and whispered, “Empress Jasmine says her Pantyslut has a key for me?”, as she lightly touched my thigh with her hand. I said yes. I pulled the chain and key up over my head and handed it to her.

She look at it, and asked, “what is that for?”

I replied, “It is for the cage that is holding me”. She smiled and said, “yes”. She took the key and chain and placed it around her neck,”I will take care of this for awhile.” She started her dance, rubbing close to me. She sat fully on my lap, put her head next to my ear, and whispered,”It is too bad you are trapped like that”. She moved her hips and pushed against me.

As you can imagine, I never experienced anything quite like this. i was gasping a little as she pushed each time, but of course, i did not feel her completely given my chastity device.

I asked, “Can you feel it?”

“oh yes… I can.”

“Is it uncomfortable to you?”

“No, not at all”, she replied.

She reached around me, and hugged me tightly pulling her body close and pushing down with her hips, grinding on me. She lightly kissed and softly moaned in my ear,and then pulled away. Standing, she looked at me, played with her top and asked, “Would you like to see more?”. I stammered a bit, and she turned around, showing me her beautiful bottom again. She moved toward me and carefully sat between my legs, and on my lap, swaying her bottom over me and then pushing down again on me. I felt the chastity device clutching me as my erection filled the device and pushed against the silicone trap. She leaned back on me, rolling her head next to mine, and asked again,”would you like to see more?”

“Yes” i said.

She turned and looked at me,”Ask like you are supposed to ask.”

As I hesitated, she said, “Say, Please let Empress Jasmine’s Pantyslut see more”

I immediately repeated her words, and she smiled, rising from me, and started to unfasten her top. As she removed her black top, showing her bra and panties, she started forward again, to repeat her smooth movements of straddling my leg, softly stroking my inner thighs with her hand. My hands were fixed to the couch, dying to touch her as she teased my cock but totally aware of the rules. She moved to my ears, and pushed her bra and soft breasts toward my lips, letting them brush lightly over my face,”It’s too bad you are trapped”. I softly agreed with her as I took in her perfume and felt her soft skin against me. She looked at me and said, “I don’t think you want to see more:it seems you like what you are seeing..”

She moved over me, kneeling on the couch, and again sat fully on my lap. She pushed on me, showing me the key in her cleavage, and saying,”It is too bad you can’t be unlocked.” She continued to softly touch my shirt and trousers with her hands, showing interest in the top of my trousers, pulling them out slightly and peering as if she wanted to see me trapped. She moved toward me again, and wrapped her arms around me and hugged deeply, pushing her body against me. This time I pushed back, I pushed my hips and Your Trapped Cock forward against her. She whispered softly,”Yes, yes, that’s it”.

My eyes closed and I moaned softly, trying to hold back as she pushed and I pushed with her. I was so glad my Mistress had released me last night,and so glad i was trapped. The sensations would have been too much, and embarassing for me, but it was so wonderful to be there. She whispered in my ear again,”It is too bad Empress Jasmine’s Pantyslut is trapped there. You could feel all of this.” I was shuddering and tense.

Peaches lifted, stood, showed me her full body, and asked, “Would you like to see more?” I replied,”Please let Empress Jasmine’s Pantyslut see more.”

She turned away, reached back, and released the closure on her bra, holding it against her breasts as she presented her bottom and her panties toward me. she leaned forward, her hand moved over the crotch of her panties, brushing her fingers accross the material. She faced me and moved to me, pushing toward my face. She dropped her bra down and her nipples and breasts came into full view. She let them run over my tentative lips and my cheeks.

Again, she pulled away and turned around, presenting her beautiful, round ass. She moved to sit in my lap, pushed down, and then leaned back to lay on my chest and place her head next to mine, as she whispered,”do you like that?”

“oh yes”

She slowly turned and straddled over me again,pushing against me,reaching behind me,she hugged deeply again. As she moved in waves over me, I was straining in the cage, pushing, not knowing how big I had become, but knowing i was extremely hard.

She softly spoke, “this is the last token”, as she lifted to place the coin in the timer. Again she straddled me, pushing down on my crotch. she leaned toward my ear, and said,”oh, you are trapped. That’s too bad.”

I looked at her,”Oh, you would unlock my chastity device?”,and she replied. “No. Empress Jasmine will say what we will do.”

I softly gasped again… Peaches continued to move and show her body… “Empress Jasmine wants you to be good”

“I would love to touch you; to feel your panties. They look so nice on you” I was really losing it. She moved her hand and ran it over mine and through my fingers, again her face close, brushing my ears.”Yes, Empress Jasmine wants you to be good.” I asked,”Have I been good?”

She smiled and said, “oh yes…you have been very good”

She lifted the last time and faced me, reached for my hands to lift me from the couch, and then said it was time.

Peaches stepped toward me, gave me a huge hug and smiled, thanking me. I thanked her. We looked at each other and hugged again, long and deep. I asked if there was anything else. She said no, all was OK. I offered her a tip, and she teased,”Oh would you like the key?” She playfully withheld it, before we traded items and smiled. I thanked her again and slowly turned away to leave the room, and then the club. I could feel my erection subsiding, but realized i was completely wet; the moisture soaking into the two pair of lace panties I was wearing. I was in a haze of lust and need.

Mistress, I sent you a note immediately when I returned to the car. We chatted while i drove the short distance home and continued to chat as I settled at my desk.

You asked me to show you Your Trapped Cock, and I did. You inserted the Aneros in me, as you asked me to recount my experience. You started to unlock me. I was hopeful, so hopeful, that my afternoon would be completed with a hard, erotic, release.

As we talked though, You asked me to lock back up, to put my clothes back on, to stay chaste. You have promised me more later, and I can hardly wait to serve you further.

You have really controlled me today. I feel so helpless, yet captured and comforted by you…thank you

Your Pantyslut Lacey

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How small is it Funnyboy- small cock on stage

Jasmine — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 08:18:17 +0000

This blog is dedicated to Funnyboy, a real live comedian who enjoys small penis humiliation. A wet dream come true for a Mean Mistress with my black sense of humor. Funnyboy, if you really want them rolling in the aisles, you should just unzip your pants, like you did for me, and show them that little mosquito bite between your legs. Of course, you will need the extra laughs because if you keep sending out pics measuring your little cock with the company ruler, you’ll most likely be quitting your day job pretty soon. Funnyboy, in your honor, I have:

Your cock is soooo small…

You get your cock rings from the orthodontist

You stop eating when you spill pink jellybeans in your lap

Your last girlfriend thought you had 3 testicles

You cringe when you watch them stomping grapes

You get penis envy when you look at a light switch

You flipped the ruler around to the centimeters side hoping for a bigger number

You need 2 hands to stroke off; one to hold the magnifiying glass. In fact, you think Inspector Clouseau is a chronic masturbator.

The leprechauns have been showing you up at the urinal again.

You keep hoping they’ll make an anatomically correct Barbie doll.

You realized you should become a comedian.

Remember Funnyboy, we’re not laughing AT you. We’re laughing at your small cock.

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You’re Not Alone, Wedding Dress Guy

Jasmine — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 15:46:18 +0000

I love weddings. Champagne…dancing…and of course, a beautiful wedding dress. It’s a shame that most wedding dresses only get to have one fabulous night, and are then forever banished to a dark closet for 20 years or so.

As any good sissy girl, like Helena Toys R US, knows, it’s no fun in the closet. So who better to shake out that wedding dress, and go have a good time in it, than a bridal sissy? For all you feminized sluts tittering on 5 inch stilettos and tight mini-skirts, consider the advantages of flouncing around in 20 yards of white satin. So I give you

9 Reasons To Wear a Sissy Wedding Dress

1) Everyone will assume it’s your day.

When you’re a Mistress, every day is your day, but little dicked losers can always rely on being decked out in lace and sequins to make the world cater to them.

2) You can fit a whole body worshipping slave under that huge skirt with the right hoop slip.

I prefer mine with a leash and collar tethered to my garterbelt to keep him in line.

3) You get to start the conga line.
While I don’t have any trouble finding a man with a Latina ass worship fantasy to follow my beautiful ass in time to the rhythm, no one can refuse the white dress.

4) All eyes will be on you.

5) It is the ultimate in forced feminization.

6) You get to wear a tiara.

7) You can wear ballet slippers underneath and dance the night away.
From the Electric Slide to the Chicken Dance ballet slippers are so much more comfortable.

Delicate lacey white bridal lingerie.

9) The dollar dance.
Why should strippers have all the fun? A beautiful bride can make a small fortune by dancing with all the guys and letting them stuff money into her plunging neckline.

So Helena, you may not get to take your wife’s wedding dress with you when you go, but that’s the perfect reason for Mistress to send you out shopping for your very own. Mistress will be right behind you when you start that conga line. Asi se manea!

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Diary of a Pantyslut

Jasmine — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 23:43:18 +0000

This crossdressing adventure was posted with permission from my beloved pantyslut, Lacey, during his Slave For a Week program. Yes, that’s right. My pet spent 7 days and 7 nights enduring My sensual domination and torment. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Hi Mistress,

I have just taken care of of few things, and now have settled back at my work office desk on this Saturday morning. As you requested, I put on a DKNY white lacy thong to remind me, I am your pantyslut. In my bag, I don’t know why, but I slipped in a pink lacy thong Sharon had selected at Victoria’s Secret. Just to have a spare.

You have asked me to write about the day at Victoria’s Secret. As I mentioned, it was a challenging experience, new and erotically exciting because of the premise of your guidance. As I did not have much time… I quickly went there and as I looked into the shop, I paused as I thought through what you asked me to do… Concurrently, I got a business call on my cell and i had to talk through that as I stood in the mall outside the shop… a brief reprieve to allow me to ponder what to do…

I thought… if i do this, it could be very embarassing… someone could see me.. or hear the dialogue… on the other hand, i thought about what you had done… you had spoken to the Sharon, the manager, and she was expecting me… how would that look if I backed out… and if i backed out… what would i be missing? … what was the point of it all? I thought through it as I entered the store and browsed through things, moving toward the back.

Your control at that stage was very strong… but I did not know exactly what had been said to Sharon… I asked a pretty sales staff if Sharon was there, that I was supposed to speak to her. She smiled briefly, looking toward the register, and said.. “let me check… she is busy at the front.” I watched her go the front, and speak with a woman very focused on helping customers. The sales staff returned and said it would be a few minutes. I thanked her and continued to look at the displays and things, while also watching the front.

After about five – ten minutes, the woman was able to leave the register and came back toward me. She was tall, with brown hair, glasses, and very attractive, beyond pretty. She introduced herself as Sharon and we shook hands, and then she said… “now Empress Jasmine has told me we need some help selecting something…. now, I don’t believe it is a set?.. no, how about this lace chemise” as she went toward the wall where some beautiful lace slips were hanging…. At this stage, I really started to feel you… in the moment, I was focused on everything Sharon was saying… and showing me… She thought that red would be a good color… and looking through the sizes… picked a medium… I asked if that would be OK? and she held it up and said.. “yes, I think so…”

Now, at this stage, i really didn’t know what you had said… like what would happen with the chemise, but as she started to turn.. she held the red lace slip close to her chest and said, “now, i have an instruction from Empress Jasmine…. you must go to the men’s room, and put this on before you leave the mall…OK?”

At that point, i really felt your control…. and the conflict of something happening that was so embarrassing, and exciting at the same time… she efficiently moved to the register to ring up the sale, and as i stood there, mind racing inside, but trying to be calm on the outside. I saw another sales woman down the counter glance over toward me and smile… I could not even look at customers… as I was focused on trying to buy the product … Sharon wrapped the slip loosely in red tissue and placed it in a small shopping bag. As I saw that we were concluding, i finally asked… “do you think she would like some panties?”

Sharon was pleased and said “that would be a wonderful idea, come with me”… and we headed back to the area where matching lace thongs were arrayed on a table. She said… “it is sometimes good to have some contrast between the lace slip, and the panties…there are no rules there… these are stretch lace and come in one size fits all” She started sorting through them…showing me a few, having me touch them, and I knew

she knew I would be wearing the panties for you.

She picked three that she thought would be good: black with shiny silver panel, pink, and red. I agreed with her selections, and back we went to the register. At this stage I was so focused on what we were doing, and where it was going to take me later in the evening. Sharon was so friendly, professional, and in charge… i did feel the control, and I really loved it. As we closed the final sale, she wrapped the panties in red tissue and placed them in the bag with the lace slip. She extended her hand again, and asked “and what was your name again?” I said, “Lacey” and she replied “Thank you so much, please give my best to Empress Jasmine…” I thanked her and turned to leave the shop, gliding out, searching for the nearest place to change as you instructed.

Those are the details of the visit, and your control and guidance were so intense, yet comforting too. I think the openness of Sharon and the store itself made the experience enjoyable, although very nerve wracking.

So you ask, am I hoping to return? Yes… to experience the understanding guidance in doing what you want… but at the same time, I dread it… not knowing exactly how my visit played with them….. or risking discovery…. or perhaps not able to do the things you ask if confronted..

There are so many thoughts in my head on this pleasant, challenging, teasing torment you have arranged, and control.

Is this OK?

Kisses to you,

Your Pantyslut

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Humiliation Assignment – New Girlfriend

Jasmine — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 15:58:26 +0000

This one’s for all you pathetic losers with small cocks, who will never get a girlfriend. It’s time you start making your own dating life. That’s right, you’re going to go to the store and buying yourself a girlfriend. There are so many choices. Lifeguard hotties, big bootie Latinas and Asian firecrackers just to name a few. Just go to the back wall of the adult toystore and pick out the girl of your choice. So what if she’s full of hot air? So what if she doesn’t talk much? You’re still going to treat her like the doll that she is.

For starters, you’re going to take her out shopping. Blow her up and seatbelt her into the passenger seat of that loser-mobile. Remember to take the HOV lane. Make sure you cover up all her pink parts. You don’t want to get a ticket for indecent exposure. Now take her to the mall with you and pick out a sexy outfit. You need to dress your girl in style. Remember that if you get a Fatty Patty you’re going to have to shop at Big Girls Boutique and if you get a Paris Love doll, she will probably bitch-slap you if you try to bring her into Kmart. If you get the Goo Gobblin Granny Love Doll you’d better get her a sweater for chilly nights. You don’t want those hard nipples poking you in the thigh.

Once you’ve dressed her up, it’s time to take her out for a night on the town. Start with dinner for two at a very nice restaurant. Don’t worry, she won’t eat much, and she’ll probably ask for a doggie bag. Then it’s off to the movies where you will be a gentleman and let her pick the chick-flick she wants to watch. Make sure you sit up close so she can see and put your arm around her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Let her hold the popcorn in between her legs.

After a long night of cockteasing, she might even let you cum.

Bonus Humiliation Points:

If you go into the fitting room and help her try on that sexy lingerie: 5 points.

If you take her out for a whirl on the dance floor: 10 points.

If you pick the Lil Ho Peep with the sheep doll: 15 points.

If you pick the Tranny Doll and discover that her cock is bigger than yours: 20 points.

If your new girl cuckolds you with a guy who has a real cock: 25 points.

If you call me and tell me about your date: 1 point per minute

If you call me while you’re in public on your date to tell me what a good little cocksucker she is: 2 points per minute

If you call me and one of my Mistress friends and let us play Empress Sez with you and your new blow-up fem domme: 3 points per minute

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Humiliation Contest Assignment – Pink Betty

Jasmine — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 21:10:25 +0000

Are you scrutinizing your pathetic little cock again? That girly giggle stick is so ashamed of how small it is that it doesn’t even look back up at you. It’s probably hiding under that huge distended pot belly of yours. In fact, we can’t give such a minuscule pearl button a manly name like “Dick” now can we? Since that tiny, tender sissy rosebud between your legs is more of a clitty, we’re just going to start calling it Betty.

That’s right, now your betty is looking pretty sad even by clitty standards. We’re going to have to take her to the salon and get her a makeover. First you’re going to order your special color online, by looking up Betty beauty, and then you’ll take your little box of pink (with your little pink box) to a beauty salon that does bikini waxing. Show them your new color and ask the bikini waxer to dye that little muffin, after she waxes it into a triangle of course. Offer to let her take a picture of it for her portfolio. Make sure you give her a HUGE tip. It’s the only way you’ll ever get to give a girl anything huge. In order to get credit for this humiliation assignment, you must submit a link to your after-picture to me at empress.jasmine@gmail.com

Assignment Value: 5 points

If the bikini waxer is a man: 5 bonus points.

If you call and tell me about your new makeover experience: 1 point per minute.

If you call me while you’re at the salon so I can laugh while you ask for your new color: 2 points per minute.

If you call me and one of my Mistress friends and let us view your new pink betty on cam: 3 points per minute.

Don’t forget to check my blog for the current scores.

Pink Betty Assignment Recording

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If Dr. Seuss were a Dominatrix

Jasmine — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 16:51:27 +0000

If Dr. Seuss were a Dominatrix…

I do not like to drink my cum.
It’s not for me, although for some.

I would not, could not, from her box.
I could not, would not, in my socks.

I will not drink it in a glass.
I will not drink it from her ass.

I will not drink it if you stare.
I will not drink it if you dare.

I do not like to drink my cum.
I will not drink it in my rum.

I would not, could not for a bet.
I could not, would not at a fete.

I will not drink it with my wife.
I will not lick it from my knife.

“‘Who knows” you say
“Where this cock has been?”

“Please don’t make me,
Mistress Jasmine”

This is not for you to say
You will drink it anyway

You will drink it if I please
You will drink it on your knees

You will mix it in your coffee.
You will drink it with Gaddafi.

You will drink it in My house.
You will drink it from your spouse.

You would not, could not tell Me no.
You could not, would not try to go.

You will drink it if you care.
To keep what’s in your underwear.

Oh Mistress Jasmine
I think I like to drink my cum.
I think I’d like it in my rum.

I’d even drink it at the docks.
I’d even drink it on the rocks.

I would drink it in Your lair.
For You I’d drink it anywhere!

Has it been a while since a Mistress has forced you to eat your own cum? Call me and we’ll count the ways.

For phone sex sessions with me, call me at (800) 601-6975.

Calls are $2.50/minute, for a minimum of 10 minutes, billed to your credit card.

http://www.ratemycall.com

John Melloncock: Fruit stroker

Jasmine — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 16:43:44 +0000

As soon as I heard this phone sex caller’s name, I told him he was just begging to be blogged about.   And why, do you ask, did this caller give himself such a pseudonym?   Apparently the object of his affections has managed to make him the object of ridicule through various exhibitionist dares.

A Mistress after my own heart, she bet him a month of sexual servitude from her AND her luscious friend against his month of puppet slavery to the both of them.   The dare?   Go through the famous named coffeehouse drive-thru where 2 of her accomplices- known friends were working, while completely naked with nothing but a melon encasing his cock.

Now you can imagine the giggles from myself and the lovely Empress Violet as we contemplated the possibilities of perhaps just encasing the exhibitionist cock in a paper coffee cup, noting that these fancy coffee cups are labeled just like condoms.   There is no small; only tall, grande and venti. That means even the smallest exhibitionist can pay too much for coffee and proudly wear even the tall cup over his tiny cock.

Nonetheless, melons are all the rage this season, says Jon as he proceeds to put the phone down low so that Empress Violet and I can hear the melon fucking live. “Oh, it sounds so juicy!” Empress Violet exclaimed in her sweet sultry voice.   “That’s a personal sized watermelon” he proclaimed proudly of his conquest.

Jon has also tried cantaloupes, hollowed out cucumbers and banana peels. I couldn’t help but envision him making the rounds on a nippy October night and getting tons of jack-o-lantern head. Too bad we just missed Halloween…

Christmas is coming, so give me a call at 800-601-6975 and tell me about your favorite holiday stroking fruit or vegetable during our next phone sex humiliation session.