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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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Worshipping Mistress

Jasmine — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 04:38:05 +0000

I just got a very nice Black and Decker toaster oven from my beloved Puppyslave. It seems that you have started with licking my toes and are hoping to work your way up. Thank you so much. I can just picture you at my feet, wagging your tail while I make toast. Can’t wait to have you on all fours for your next Slave Day.

Besitos

Lucky Charms and the Big Black Cock

Jasmine — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 10:07:46 +0000

Last night I had the pleasure of watching some USDA prime rib stroke off on cam. A CFNM fantasy come true. But wasn’t he Irish, you ask? Well, black Irish. Lucky Charms showed me just how lucky he was when he stripped off those shamrock boxers and started stroking his big black cock for me on cam. Mistress is such a voyeur: she loves to watch her strokerboys. While Lucky Charms seemed a little shy at first, it wasn’t long before he flashed me that dazzling smile and went for the big reveal.

Let me tell you the Navy is doing a fine job shaping these young men. Lucky proceeded to strip under My command, revealing his sculpted deltoids, bulging biceps and totally spankable bottom. Of course, Mistress couldn’t resist a little anal stuffing in that naughty little hole. I could tell you what I made him stick in there, but then I’d have to kill you. State secrets. You understand.

I will tell you that Lucky had an ass made for punsishment and even volunteered for some good old-fashioned coat hanger spanking. I had to stop Myself since I couldn’t rely on the usual tell-tale red
spanking marks I like to see on a nice round bottom. Mistress had to make sure he was still fit for duty.

While the actual length of Lucky’s King Dong is classified, after watching the big hot load he shot, I will never look at a bottle of Elmer’s glue the same way again. It’s hard to believe I get paid for this sometimes.

Lucky, we appreciate your service in the Armed Forces. Now that you’ve been age verified by dispatch, Mistress is giving you a free 10 minute Sexy Texting session to show Her appreciation. Anchors Aweigh, Lucky!

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Mistress Thanks Anonymous Slave

Jasmine — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 18:52:16 +0000

Oh how I love getting surprises in the mail! A very special thank-you goes out to my anonymous slave who sent me this lovely Dooney and Bourke Champusa handbag and matching wallet. I am such a fan of the Dooney Bag. Firm supple leather, that really holds up to a beating. I love to just run my hand over it and… It reminds me of something but what? Hmmm….Seriously, though this is a wonderful bag and you really made my day! Thank you so much!

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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A Special Thank You

Jasmine — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 20:19:17 +0000

A very special thank you goes out to Puppyslave, who has wiggled his way into my heart with such enthusiastic toe-licking and more. My new gold silk curtains look beautiful and they are just what I need for decorating my new office. Although I think you wanted to make sure no one else could have a peek at me. Besitos.

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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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Cum Drinking- Vegas Style!

Jasmine — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 00:16:58 +0000

What happens in Vegas- well, wouldn’t you like to know? I’m sure you were all avid readers of our sordid tales in Sin City. Although I’m not much on souvenirs, I did find a pair that I enjoyed fondling and rolling around in the palm of my hand. In fact, I liked them so much, I got a black one and a white one and started carrying them in my purse. After rolling them around and squeezing them between my fingertips, I couldn’t help but think what fun they would be for a new cum-drinking game.

The Cum-Drinking Game

The question is: Do you feel lucky? If you do, then collect 3 shot glasses. You can have 1 shot of booze if you’re over 21, juice or soda in the other glass and then, you’re going to shoot a nice hot load in the third glass. Next you’re going to fill your glass of leche with actual milk all the way to the top. Bring your strap-ons and toys if you have them and plenty of lube. Make sure you have something different in each glass.

Notice I have one black and one white dye. As my first contestant, Chug-a-lug, soon found out, the black dye was for the activity, while the white one denoted how many times he would have to carry it out. Bless his heart, Chug, being the good ol’ Southern boy that he is, was careful to say, “Yes Ma’am” after every sip. He was a high roller if I ever saw one and tumbled quickly to do Mistress’s bidding according to the numbers. “Did he win or lose?” you ask. Now that all depends. He drained every drop of cum out of that glass, but filled it right back up at the end, so I’d say he broke even. Some might say he came out ahead since he didn’t have to give any head to leave the table, but walked away with his own stash of jizz ready for next week’s game.

How many times can you spank that naughty ass? Or be my little cock sucker? Or even stroke your aching, throbbing cock, before you get DOUBLE TROUBLE? Two of any number will drive you to drink. Now who knows which glass I’ll have you sip from? That all depends on how well you amuse me.

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Naked Male Furniture: Face-sitting in style

Jasmine — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 17:13:29 +0000

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Being a professional housesitter, gypsy and erotic phone fantasy goddess, Empress Jasmine has had the opportunity to view a lot of cutting edge design. Naturally moving from town to town, I prefer to travel light and for that reason take very little furniture with me.

Why is that my pets? Because as soon as I arrive in the next town, I start immediately soliciting male furniture applicants. Why else would Mistress be inquiring so much about your height and weight? Those of you who like to brag about how much you can bench will quickly be assessed for your possible usefulness as my own personal home decor.

Why does Mistress prefer naked male furniture to the more standard kind?

The answer is simple. Beauty and versatility. Naked male furniture comes in light and dark “woods”, and blends with any decor. Naked male furniture can be dressed in a variety of slipcovers, preferably of the loincloth variety. These are easily tied around the waist and come in an endless array of styles and patterns from delicate yellow chintz to bold leopard. Loincloths also allow for a curious female guest to have a peek at the hardwood underneath as well as making the furniture slave vulnerable to some delightful assplay.

In South Beach, I often had fan holders or human tables for frozen drinks during the steamy Miami summers. Here in the deep South, the decor is decidedly more traditional, which means I employ a poker holder for the fireplace, a lovely vase holder for my fresh flowers and of course, a human footstool for my sexy feet. For an especially beautiful male slave there is always statue duty. I do so enjoy watching the sweat bead on the brow of a naked statue slave as he tries to hold his poses through a merciless cockteasing session.

Now for those of you who yearn to serve as my chair, stamina and lung capacity are especially important. These poor souls are often prone to passing out since many will try to inhale my sweet aroma and lick as much of my juices as possible, preferring my divine nectar to the very breath of life. Queening and face sitting are not for the weak.

Now that December is here I shall be soliciting applications for my human Christmas tree. Since this slave will be the center of attention at my tree trimming (ahem, perhaps trimming is not a good word here) party, this is a most favored position. Imagine my Mistress friends in attendance, dressed in all their holiday glitterati with lights and ornaments to hang on my new tree. It’s most important that this tree have firm stiff limbs suitable for hanging and be able to withstand some very intense cfnm tickling throughout the decoration process. Are you wondering where the star will go? That’s not for you to worry about, slave.

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