My Life With Jasmine Pt 03 Trading Up

My Life with Jasmine 3: Trading Up

I didn't recognize the number, but I needed a distraction.

"Hello? This is Jasmine."

Jasmine

was the

cause

of my misery. I was tempted to hang up. "Yes?"

"Would you do me a really

big

favor?"

"Uh-"

"Lisa loaned you to me, remember?"

I sighed.

Now what?

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Ma'am?" She laughed. "So

formal

. Will you come over?"

All I needed was for her to complain to

Lisa

. "Yes, Miss Jasmine."

"Thank you! You're a

dear

. I will text my address."

Jasmine wore the same tied shirt she wore at Lisa's, and a pair of short shorts. Her hair was up, and her feet were bare. She hugged me, enveloping me in her warmth and perfume.

"Thank you for coming!" She hooked her arm in mine and led me to her couch. She sat, and pulled me down next to her. Then she crossed her long, tan legs and rubbed one against me. "Lisa told me that

you

are a

terrific

housekeeper."

Great. So, in addition to Lisa's

apartment

, I had to clean Jasmine's

house

.

"If you'd help me out, I'd be

really

grateful."

At least she was nicer than Lisa. "Yes, Miss Jasmine."

"You are so

sweet

.

And

if you do good work, I'll give you a

reward

."

Oh,

God

!

I guess she saw my face, because she laughed. "No, silly, nothing

mean

. I'm

not

Lisa."

This

was dangerous territory.

"

You

are in my

home

. No one, including

Lisa,

will

ever

know what happens here."

It was like she could read my

mind

. "Uh-"

Her voice turned cold. "If you don't believe me, you may

leave

."

I did

not

want to make her

mad

! But what if-

"Do you

really

think I'm a

liar

?"

I decided to trust my instincts. "No, Miss Jasmine."

"

Good

." She leaned over and gave me a long, slow kiss. "Will you stay?" she whispered. Her lips nearly touched my ear.

Just like last time, I was torn between

desire

and

shame

. "Y-yes, Miss Jasmine."

She nipped my ear, sending shivers down my body. "The cleaning supplies are in the closet in the kitchen."

When I was done, I found her working at her computer in the bedroom she had converted into her office.

"Miss Jasmine," I said quietly.

"Yes, Dear?"

"I've finished."

"So

soon

! Let's have a look." She stood, took my hand and led me on an inspection. "

Very

good," she said when we were again in her living room. She sat on the couch, but when I started to sit, she indicated that I was to stand.

"You did an

excellent

job, so you shall have your

reward

." She leaned back, and slowly, crossed her legs. She flexed her elevated foot.

I swallowed, and averted my eyes.

Jasmine smiled. "You may look."

I stared, mesmerized, at her gently swinging foot.

"Sweetie, it's

ok

. Enjoy yourself." She arched her leg out. She pointed her toes and almost touched me.

That

was too much. I dropped to my knees, and Jasmine's foot and painted toes became my

world

. Eventually, she crossed her legs the other way, and encouraged me to continue. "That's enough," she finally said. She uncrossed her legs and put her feet flat on the floor. "Sit beside me."

I had to hunch over to hide my arousal.

Jasmine chuckled. "

Relax

. I

know

you're excited. It's

ok."

Yes, Miss Jasmine, H-how did you..."

"You remember the other evening at Lisa's? Your desire for my feet was

obvious

." She stood up and reached for my hand. "Now, we need to deal with something

else

that you desire." She led me into her bedroom. "Would you like to undress me?"

Yes

.

No

. I

wanted

to hide in

shame

. But, as always, my arousal betrayed me. "Yes, Miss Jasmine."

"Then you may do

anything

you like!"

I untied Jasmine's shirt and hung it in her closet. She was not wearing a bra. She had said I could do what I wanted, and what I

wanted

was to kiss her breasts. When I lowered my mouth to a nipple, she encouraged me by stroking my head.

"I

do

have shorts," she said after a bit.

But

that

meant...

"Now, please."

"Yes, Miss Jasmine." I knelt and pulled her shorts down. Her thong

bulged

. Again, I averted my eyes.

"Sweetie," Jasmine said gently, "Remove my thong, and

look

at me."

I

wanted

to look. I was

ashamed

to look.

"I expect to be

obeyed

."

She must have enjoyed my kissing; she was erect. In spite of myself, I stared. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.

Jasmine nodded. "

We

need to

talk

." She sat on her bed, and motioned for me to sit next to her. Her erection stood up between her thighs.

"Sweetheart,

you

are

submissive

. Don't you agree that you need a beautiful woman to control you?"

I looked down.

"

Answer me."

"Y-yes, Miss Jasmine. That's why I'm with Li-

Mistress

Lisa."

"We'll discuss

Lisa

in a bit. Right

now

, we are talking about

you

. Your foot fetish is

typical

for a submissive. It is

nothing

to be ashamed of. And you

also

have an

oral

fixation."

"I don't- what is

that

?"

"It

means

you get pleasure from putting things in your

mouth

. Your

submission

compels you to give sexual pleasure to your dominant partner. Your oral fixation associates that pleasure with your

mouth

."

"I guess."

"You

guess

? Do you enjoy performing cunnilingus?"

"

Yes

."

"But... it isn't as satisfying as you

wish

it was

, is it

?"

"How did you

know

that?" I looked at Jasmine in surprise.

Her hand on my arm was gentle. She smiled. "I know a

lot

about you. Lisa made you take me into your mouth to

humiliate

you. But you

enjoyed

it.

Not

the

humiliation.

I

mean

sucking my

cock

."

"

No

-"

"It's

ok

."

"I am

not

-"

"Enjoying what you did does

not

make you

gay

."

"I-"

"Are you attracted to

men

?"

"No!"

"Are you

certain

? Wouldn't you like a dominant, strong man to take you into his arms, kiss you, then force you to your knees to serve him?" She tilted my head, and stared into my eyes.

"I do

not

like

men

!"

She smiled. "Of course, you don't. Are you attracted to

me

? I have

male

genitalia."

"I...

No

.

Yes

. I don't

know

!" I put my head in my hands.

"Shh. I

know

you're upset and confused. Let me help."

I shook my head.

"Please?" Her voice was soft. She gently stroked my head.

"Whatever."

"Thank you. Look at me."

"I-"

"Now, please."

I raised my head. Her face was an inch from mine.

"

You

are attracted to dominant femininity.

I

am a

woman

with

external

genitalia. Many transexual woman abhor their sex organs, but I

cherish

mine."

That... made

sense

.

"When you perform cunnilingus, you

lick

the object of your sexual desire. But

I fill

your mouth. You

worship

me! I reward your worship with my flood. You swallow to affirm your

submission

to me.

None

of that makes you

gay

. All it means is that you are attracted to a dominant transexual

woman

."

"Oh!" My confusion, shame, and guilt faded. I nearly

sobbed

with relief. "Thank you, Miss Jasmine! Thank you, so

much

."

"You're

welcome

." She rumpled my hair, and kissed my cheek. "Now that you understand your feelings, would you

like

to have me in your mouth again?"

The thought filled me with desire. "Yes, I

would

."

"If you do a good job, I'll make you

scream

with pleasure."

Instantly, my fear returned. "I

don't

want you to fuck my

ass

!"

"

What

? Oh, Sweetie! I only said that to make Lisa happy. If we

ever

have anal intercourse, it will

only

be if

you

agree to it. Your ass is safe...

unless

you

earn

yourself a

spanking

."

She stood and stretched. She was nude, erect, and

glorious.

She laughed at my admiration. She bent over me, grabbed a pillow, and tossed it on the floor in front of her. "I don't want you distracted by your knees. Undress for me."

"Yes, Miss Jasmine." I keep myself in shape. There is

nothing

wrong with my body.

Jasmine agreed. "

You

are

scrumptious

. Now,

remember

, you are

not

doing this to give

Lisa

a show. Nor to arouse

yourself

. Your

only

purpose is to satisfy

me

. Am I

understood

?"

"Yes, Miss Jasmine."

"Then get to it."

This

time I

worshipped

her cock with

passion

. Jasmine was my

Goddess

, and my tongue

prayed

for her

pleasure

. She

dominated

my mouth. I existed

only

to serve her. At one point she grabbed my hand and placed it on her ass. I rubbed it, then with a flash of inspiration, I slipped a finger between her

buttocks

.

I had been bobbing my head up and down on her erection.

Now

she gripped my head with strong hands, and began to piston her hips. I synchronized my finger with her thrusts, which made them deeper and faster. It was hard not to gag, but when she forced my nose against her stomach, I was

ready

. I massaged her with my tongue while I swallowed her thick, salty emissions.

"Damn, Sweetie!" She eased herself out of my mouth, "That was

great

."

"It was?"

"You

really

know how to suck a girl's

cock

!"

"

Thank you

, Miss Jasmine."

She chuckled. "So... you

like

my

she-beef

?"

"

Yes,

Miss Jasmine."

"No more torment? No more doubts?"

"No, Miss Jasmine."

"Lick me clean."

I licked her semi-hard cock clean. Then I licked my lips, to make sure I had consumed every

drop

.

"Did I taste

good

?"

"Uh, not

really

." Jasmine's cum had a sharp, salty taste.

"I

didn't

?" Her tone was condescending.

"I don't care how you

taste

. I

like

swallowing what you give me." I kissed her now limp cock. "

Thank

you for letting me pleasure you."

Jasmine laughed. "You're

welcome

. Now, go wash your face and gargle. Then get back here and wash my cock."

I obeyed. When she was clean and dry, I kissed her again.

"

You

are

sweet

! Get in

bed

."

I was too aroused to think about Lisa, or anything else.

Jasmine unpinned her hair, and shook it out. "On your back," she commanded. Then she got

on top of me

. She pushed my legs apart, and positioned herself between them. The reality was even better than my

fantasy

! My erection throbbed against her. She chuckled, as her hair enveloped my face.

"Is

this

the position you want so bad?"

"Yes, Miss Jasmine!

Thank you!"

I put my arms around her.

"You're

welcome

." She kissed me. "Aren't we a

perfect

match?

I'm

dominant.

You're

submissive. I

need

cock worship.

You

enjoy it."

"

Match

? But I'm with

Lisa

."

"

With

her? Really? How often do you have sex with her?" Jasmine propped herself up on an elbow and gazed at me. "How often does

she

get on top of you?"

"I-"

"Lisa

exploits

you. She

knows

how you feel about her, but she makes you

watch

while she has

sex

. She

enjoys

your

suffering

."

"But-"

"Why do you think she refuses to let you have sexual relief? She wants you so

desperate

to cum you won't

think

about what she is

doing

to you."

"But-"

"But

what

? When you've had enough of her abuse, she'll just find someone else."

"But, she-"

"Sweetie, it's time for you to trade up. I won't lie- I have my dalliances. But I

won't

rub your nose in them. I

will

control your orgasms, but as long as you

please

me, I

promise

you'll get to cum more often. I want you to be

happy

in my service."

"Y-your

service

? I don't

understand

."

"I

told

you;

you're trading up

."

"I don't know what that means."

"You're moving in with me. You will cook, clean, run my errands,

and

serve as my lady's maid, just like you did for Lisa. You will

also

give me oral sex whenever I want, and I'm going to want a

lot

. In exchange,

I

will provide

you

with the domination you need. I will

not

neglect you. I will

not

put you under my bed while

I

screw someone

else

. I will give you

plenty

of opportunities to worship my feet

and

my shoes. And when I decide you deserve an orgasm,

you

will

scream

."

Oh,

God!

"That sounds

wonderful

. But... what about

Lisa

?"

"What

about

her?"

"How do I... break up with her?"

"Once you're out of your apartment, she won't be able to

find

you."

"But what if she

does

? What if she comes

here

?"

"Then

I

will deal with her. I take

care

of my

possessions

."

"Oh."

"So... would you

like

to

belong

to

me

?"

Now that I understood

why

I was attracted to Jasmine, I

relished

my feelings. And everything she said was true; I wanted a woman who would

control

me, but not

exploit

me.

Jasmine

could be that woman. "I will serve you with all my

heart

."

"

Wonderful!

Speaking of my

possessions

, I owe

you

a

scream

."

"W-what are you going to

do

?"

"You are about to find

out

."

I thought Jasmine had kissed me

before

, but

those

kisses were like pecks on the cheek compared to what she did now. I became so hard I

ached

.

"Sweetie," she said when she broke the kiss, "If you

squirt

, you're going to lick it up.

That's

going to turn me on, and I'll feed you another load."

"

Of course,

I will swallow your load. But

please

don't make me eat my own

cum

."

"Oh? I'll have to

remember

that."

"

Please

!"

"It's up to

you

. You're going to spend a

lot

of time in intimate contact with me; I suggest you develop sexual discipline. Explode without my permission, and I

promise

, your mouth will be

busy

."

Jasmine reached past me and grabbed something I could not see because her

breasts

were covering my

face

. Then she squirmed around until she sat on my chest, facing away from me. "You may put your hands on me, but do

not

cum until I say that you can."

(Later, I learned that she had donned a pair of custom-made massage gloves. All I knew was that when she began to stroke me, I thought I was going to pass

out

.)

"Not without

permission

, Sweetie," she reminded me as her skilled fingers made me squirm.

"Oh, God!

Please

, Miss Jasmine!"

"Of

course

, not. We're just getting

started

."

Jasmine brought me to the very edge of release, but withheld her permission. She did this over and over and over. I

begged

. I nearly

cried

. Finally, as she predicted, I started screaming, "

Please, Miss Jasmine! Please?"

"Now, Sweetie, we can't have all of this

noise

," she said cheerfully. "So..." suddenly she was sitting on my

face

. I could not see

anything

. My screams were muffled by her curvaceous

buttocks

.

"

That

should calm you down."

"Mmmmph! Mmmph!"

"What? I can't

understand

you."

"Aww waa ta cmm!"

"Did you say you want to

cum

?"

"Yaaa! Pw

eeee!

"

"Since you won't speak clearly, do something

useful

with your tongue. If I like what I

feel

...

maybe

I'll give you what you want."

Maybe Jasmine didn't realize it, but Lisa wanted

Annilingus

almost as much as

cunnilingus.

Jasmine was fastidious, so I got to it. She slapped my thigh. "God

damn

, Sweetie. Guess you

really

want to cum!"

"Yaaaa," was the best I could manage.

"All right," she laughed. "I'll give you a countdown. Ten.... Seven...

Oh

! I like that. Keep doing that.... Five... one....

Now

!"

When I next became aware, she was cleaning me.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Miss Jasmine, that was the best orgasm I've ever

had

!"

"Even with your

tongue

in my

ass

?"

"I'll do

anything

for you!"

"

Anything

?" Her voice was condescending. "Guess I'll have to put

that

to the

test

. Let's get you moved in!"