My Life with Jasmine 2: Jasmin's Choice
Mistress would text when she wanted me to clean, do her laundry or run her errands. But she was always out whenever I came to her apartment. Consequently, I was surprised when she actually called me.
"I have the
best
news!"
Good news for
Mistress
usually meant something unpleasant for
me
.
"What is it?"
"
Jasmine's
back."
Back? I did not know she was gone.
"She will be here tomorrow, and
I
am making her a romantic dinner."
Since when could Mistress
cook
?
"Actually,
you
are making dinner. You'll be our waiter,
then
I have a
surprise
."
Suddenly I was nervous. "Uh, yes, Mistress."
"I
knew
you'd be pleased. I will text you the menu."
I spent most of the next day running between Mistress' bedroom and her kitchen. She was finishing her makeup when the doorbell rang. "See to our guest," she ordered. "And I expect you to be
cordial
."
I knew what
that
meant.
"Good evening, Miss Jasmine. I hope you have a
wonderful
visit. I will do
anything
to make your stay more enjoyable."
"
Anything
? That sounds like
fun
."
"Yes, Miss Jasmine. You look
wonderful
."
Jasmine was dressed in a slinky white evening dress and stiletto black open toed pumps. Her hair was up in an elaborate arrangement.
"Aww, you are
sweet
." She rumpled my hair, and took my hand and led me to Mistress Lisa's couch. She sat and crossed those impossibly long, sexy legs. She tapped the couch next to her.
"Mistress Lisa will be right out. I have to see to dinner." I checked the table, and made sure the wine was at the right temperature. When I heard Mistress' bell, I hurried back to the living room. Mistress was seated next to Jasmine. I had dressed her in a swirly, purple-blue dress that accented her curves.
"There you are," Mistress said. "Serve our wine, then return to the kitchen until I ring."
"Yes, Mistress."
I could hear the ladies laughing and talking. I knew better than to eavesdrop, but the snatches of conversation I
did
hear were worrisome. "...goody," I heard Jasmine say, then something I couldn't understand, then, "...you
sure
he won't mind?"
Mistress said something I could not make out then, "...know how to handle...want you... enjoy yourself."
What did all of
that
mean?
A few minutes later, Mistress rang her bell, and I seated the ladies in the dining room. I served the hot and sour soup, and waited next to Mistress Lisa's chair. She and Jasmine chatted, ate, sipped wine, and ignored me. During a momentary lull in their conversation, I said, "Mistress?"
She looked up as if she was surprised to see me. "Yes?"
"May I please eat?"
She handed me her bowl. "You may have my leavings. Attend us when I ring."
"Thank you, Mistress."
When the meal was over Lisa rang for me. "Clear the table, clean the kitchen, and join us in the living room. Do not dawdle!"
"Yes, Mistress Lisa."
When I ran into the living room, Mistress was on Jasmine's lap and they were kissing. I stood quietly in front of them for several minutes. Finally, Mistress looked up.
"I thought I told you not to keep us waiting?"
"I-"
"Jasmine's trip was very stressful. Now, she needs to unwind. So, I surprised her with dinner and a
gift
!"
"Do you want me to fetch her gift? Where is it?"
"
You
are her gift. You will obey Jasmine as if she was me!"
"But - I belong to
you
!"
She chuckled. "I
know
that! I'm
always
loaning my possessions to my girlfriends. You know those silver high heels you like to slobber on? I loaned
them
to Mei. You aren't more important than my Jimmy Choo's,
are you
?"
I looked down. "N-no, Mistress," I whispered.
"Then
you
are going to relieve Jasmine's tension,
and
give me a show."
"Don't
worry
," Jasmine said. "We're going to have a
wonderful
time."
"But-"
Mistress leaned back against Jasmine and crossed her legs. I could tell by her pose I was in trouble. "You will obey Jasmine with enthusiasm and passion.
Or
, I will see you in six weeks."
