My Life with Jasmine 1, The Three Edged Sword.
Understanding is a three-edged sword. Your side, my side, and the truth.
Mistress Lisa told the truth. But my
interpretation
of that truth was not always the same as
hers
.
I'm
her fawning slave;
she
is a living Goddess. The fault is mine, not hers. One time she told me that she had a special treat for me. I expected sexual relief. Instead, I got to clean and polish all her footwear. Another time she said I could spend the night in her bed. The storage drawer
is
in her bed, but
underneath
her
mattress
.
Last night she called and said, "I've told my guest about you. She wants you to join us.
You
will be an
essential
part of our action!"
She
?
Lisa and another woman? This
, I thought,
was going to be great!
"Thank you, Goddess."
In record time Lisa was leading me into her bedroom.
"
This
is my friend Jasmine."
Standing in front of Lisa's big bed was a statuesque, curvaceous Asian lady. Her curly brown hair tumbled down past her shoulders. She wore a skimpy tied shirt, a short skirt, and open toed, stiletto sandals. Her bare legs were firm and smooth. Her brown eyes were piecing. She was as tall as I am.
"Well, hello there." Her voice was a melodic alto.
Lisa had instructed me on the proper was to greet her female guests. I dropped to my knees and kissed each of Jasmine's feet. Her toes were painted dark burgundy. "I am
delighted
to meet you, Miss Jasmine, and I hope you have a
wonderful
visit. I will do
anything
to make your time here more enjoyable."
Jasmine chucked. "So, I've been told." She placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up. "Gorgeous one, you were right! He
does
have a cute mouth."
"
And
a talented tongue!" Lisa sprawled on her bed. "I want a show." She clapped her hands. "Undress our guest."
"Yes, Miss Lisa." I got to my feet and, gently untied Jasmine's shirt. Lisa had taught me respect for women's clothing, so I hung it in her closet. Jasmine was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were full and very well shaped.
I knelt, and undid her skirt, which joined her shirt. Now she was dressed in panties and heels. When I lowered myself to her shoes, she kneed me aside. "Leave them. Think you can get my panties off with your
teeth
?"
That was one of the first things Lisa had taught me. I raised up on my knees, and kissed Jasmine's stomach. Her panties were emblazoned with the slogan
All You Can Eat.
I licked my lips as my manhood grew in anticipation of what I was about to do. I noticed that her crotch was a bit lumpy, but I was too aroused to pay close attention. I pulled her panties down her shapely legs and then kissed her feet until she lifted one, then the other. I hung the panties in Lisa's closet, and turned back to Miss Jasmine... and
froze
.
Now
I knew why she was statuesque... and why her voice was a deep
alto
. Jasmine was a trans lady.
"
Oh
!" I gasped.
"See something you like?" Jasmine asked.
"I-"
Lisa clapped her hands together. "Get her ready for me."
"
Huh
?"
She sprang off of her bed, and smacked my head. "Get her
hard
."
"But-"
"I
said
you'd be an essential part of our action.