Games With Auntie Jasmine Pt 2 Phonesex

Mistress Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

My nephew realized his mistake. We had been playing The Waiting Game and he had cum without asking my permission. Truthfully, I found the fact that he had cum so fast convenient for now I would have good excuse to punish him. Not that I needed an excuse. I owned him completely, body, soul, mind and cock. He would have done anything for me.

I smirked disdainfully at his still dripping cock. “You do nothing without my permission,” I said. “Do you understand?” His breath was ragged when he answered me, “yes Aunt Jasmine.” “No,” I said. Today I am not going to be Aunt Jasmine. I am going to be Mistress Jasmine.”

I slid up the bed toward him and grabbing him forcefully by the roots of his hair, I maneuvered his body so that his mouth was positioned near my wet pussy. “Now,” I said, “lick my pussy, boy. I am going to teach you how to truly please a woman.”

He eagerly began to go down on me, his tongue diving in first and then as I guided him, licking my soft, pink petals. I moaned softly but then reminded him–“Who is in charge of this little game?” “You are Aunt–I mean Mistress Jasmine,” he said huskily before he put his mouth back on my pussy.

I began to writhe as he went to work on my clit.

But aroused as I was, I had not yet finished my little game.

I pushed him away from me and went to the closet and brought out a whip. 

“Turn over,” I ordered him and he did so like a good little boy.   Over and over again, blow after blow, I whipped his ass.

“Now turn over”, I said. His cock was hard just as I knew it would be and of course now that he was looking at me, my beautiful body naked save for my high heels , he could barely hold his arousal in check.

He crawled toward me, kneeling with his head beneath my thighs as if to lick my pussy once again. But I had different plans for him. Swatting him away with the palm of my hand, I tied his wrists tightly with my black thigh high silk stockings and took my vibrator from the bedside table.

“You can watch,” I told him. “But you cannot touch without my permission.” I spread my legs apart and put the vibrator on my pussy, shoving it in and out as he watched, his hard cock twitching, as I pleasured myself.

I knew how desperately he longed to touch me, to once again taste me and the look of pure, unadulterated lust on his face as he knelt before me, his wrists bound behind his back, was a beautiful sight. I placed the vibrator, wet with my juices, on my clit and within seconds,  I erupted in orgasm.

He let out a groan of frustrated desire .

“How much do you want me?” I asked with a knowing crimson smile.

“I want you so much, Mistress,” he told me, breathless with yearning.

Beg for it,” I said. “Beg for me.”

“Please Mistress,” he moaned. “Please–I will do anything for you.”

Then I took pity on him.

“You have learned patience, nephew,” I told him. “And patience deserves to be rewarded.”

Cupping his balls with my hand, I took his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the crown, tracing the underside of his shaft and then taking him deep down my throat. Each time he seemed close to orgasm, I slowed my pace, edging him until he was fit to burst.

Finally, looking up into his eyes, I nodded my assent and he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his delicious cream until his balls were drained.

Then I untied his wrists.

Later on we went out for drinks just like any other couple. Except that beneath his trousers, his ass was branded with a red pattern of pain, the mark of Auntie Jasmine’s whip.

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