Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2006 21:03:22 +0100 (CET)
From: Greta <gretatvhh@yahoo.de>
Subject: Mistress Jasmine made me a slave forever

Since long I haven't written a story so maybe I am a little rusty,
but I hope you enjoy it anyway. There are some autobiographic parts
in it but most is fantasy, which part is real and which is fantasy I
leave to you. Like any other author I do love comments too, whether
they are good or bad. So please leave some words of praise or
critics. Those critics which help me to become a better author are
the best.

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I should have been honest. I mean I should have known that lies have
short legs and now they had caught up with me. The worst was I had
not only lost my place in my bed but had also lost my place with
my wife. Somebody else occupied these places now. Let me tell you how
everything went.

More than 11 years ago I married my wife when I visited Thailand and
fell in love with her. We had a good life because she was very
wealthy. She is a Thai and a very beautiful woman. Her family has a
military background. Well, to cut things short. Some members were
involved in the coup d' ?tat some months ago. Then somebody had
approached her and talked with her in private. When he left she
talked to me and dropped the bomb. "Honey, we are going to Germany. I
have been named Ambassador to Berlin. I am supposed to calm down the
Government."

Looking at her striking beauty I knew what the militaries had in
mind. Our moving from Thailand went very quick and since then I had
been moving around high society like others drinking a glass of wine.

Our marriage until the point of moving had been very good because in
the privacy of our home I had always time to indulge in my hobby: To
dress up as a woman. My wife encouraged me to do that and a couple of
times had even invited some beautiful shemales to our house. I had
the urge since childhood and when I met my wife I took my chances and
I told her about my strange hobby. She took it in stride, probably
because shemales are so common in Thailand. The only no-no was me
ever leaving the house dressed, otherwise I had complete freedom. We
really kept it private, but she made a habit out of it to shop around
and shower me with beautiful clothes, everything you can imagine from
lingerie to dresses.

Now with the moving to Germany everything went downhill for me.
"Honey," she said, "no more dressing for you. Imagine the press gets
wind of it and we are doomed. My family is doomed. We would have to
hide and could not return to Thailand." So with a heavy heart I
agreed to not jeopardize what she was here for. Due to her work also
our sexual life went downhill. She often came late and simply was
tired. I got more and more frustrated because I didn't want to join
an abbey.

Somehow I tried to escape my problems and started to fantasize about
meeting a shemale. Since our few parties I had grown fond of shemales
and I knew my wife had also taken a special liking to them. So I got
online and started searching for a beautiful Thai shemale. It didn't
take me long to find one and I visited her webpage. Her name was
Jasmine and she was a dominant. No, I thought to myself, a shemale
domina. No, I will try to find a willing girl. I kept searching but
either they lived too far away or didn't live up to my expectations.
So finally I went back to the dominant one. One day, after I had been
neglected once again by my wife, I took up all my courage and phoned
Domina Jasmine.

Her husky voice let me shudder. "Hello, is this Domina Jasmine?" I
asked rather lame. I was nervous as a wreck but was able to ask her
if we could meet.

"Tell me about yourself slave", she told me in a demanding tone,
"don't forget to call me Mistress Jasmine, understood slave?"

I swallowed hard but I managed to tell her who I was without telling
her my wife was the Ambassador. We set up a meeting at her place and
two days later I rang her bell.

The door wasn't opened by her but by a striking maid, dressed in a
French maids uniform. My eyes nearly popped. She ushered me in before
I could say a word. God, she was tall. In her five inch black heels
she towered over my 5"8 frame. Looking up at her she told me to
undress. "Mistress has ordered it." I must have looked dumbfounded
because when I didn't move she quickly walked to the door and opened
it. "If you don't do exactly as Mistress says you can leave but never
come back."

"Oh please. Don't . I do everything she wants", I squeaked out and
started to rip off my clothes in a hurry. She smiled at me. "Good
boy."  When I was down to my underwear I stopped dead in my tracks
because I realized I still was wearing my red lacy panties I had put
on this morning. The maid looked me up and down, not discovering a
single hair, neither on my arms nor on my chest or legs. Once again
she smiled. "You will definitely do", she said.

"Take off your panties too but keep holding them daintily in your
hands."

After I took off my panties the maid showed an immediate reaction.
Her hand went to her mouth to stop laughing. "Oh my, that is soo
cute. If you had any pubic hair your clitty couldn't be seen. How big
or rather how small is it?"

I turned beet-red and stuttered. "It... it... it grows to five
inches when my cock is hard." She laughed out loud. "Oh my God, my
feminized clitty is even longer." Now I hung my head in shame
realizing this maid wasn't a real woman but a feminized man and
his/her cock was still longer.

The maid used this moment of embarrassment to quickly step close to
me. With one gloved hand she cupped my cock and balls. Before I could
react she tightened her grip. With the other hand she reached under
her skirt and freed her cock from its confines. "Drop to your knees
slave", she whispered into my ears while squeezing my balls hard. I
groaned in pain and  followed her order. "That is your place, on your
knees.  Look up at me." Her cock dangling right in front of my face I
didn't dare to do just that. Just when she wanted to say something,
Mistress Jasmine opened the door. "What is going on here? You little
slut. Who told you to dominate my guests. You will pay dearly for
this."

While saying this in a calm tone she move forward despite her six
inch heeled boots with the smoothness of a tiger and held the long
mane of her maid in one hand while she swatted the exposed and
semierect cock hard with her other hand. The maid cried out, begging
for forgiveness, but she held still and once again Mistress Jasmine
swatted her quickly retreating cock. Again and again rained her blows
on the defenseless cock. The maid was crying in pain but Mistress
didn't stop. Then she looked at me and with a cold tone she said.
"This will happen to anyone who gets cross with me."

With a push she got rid of her maid who dropped heavily crying on
the ground. "You get up to your room and wait there for your
punishment." Turning around to me, "Now get up and let me see what we
can do for you." Slowly I got up from the floor while the maid ran
still sobbing and holding her privates to her room. I knew that after
this display of power I should have immediately left and never come
back, but the voice, the eyes of Mistress Jasmine were mesmerizing.

I followed her as if in trance. "Sit down on the chair and let us
talk." Only when I sat down she seemed to notice and so did I that I
was still holding my red panties in my hand. "What is this. These
aren't my maids panties, aren't they? I shook my head. "No", I
managed to say. Since I was too afraid to say something there was an
awkward silence for a moment.

"Oh, you are one of those guys who wants to be feminized and dommed
by a shemale?" I shook my head but didn't get a word out. I was
simply in awe of her. "Well, what you want is what you get."

Through an intercom she called her maid. "Come to the playroom
immediately. First you help me, your punishment will come later."

Together with her maid they quickly dressed me up in a red PVC
outfit with a red bra, stuffing it with 38 D falsies and exchanging
my red panties for red PVC ones which had a long zipper in the back.
My little cock was forced into a pouch and my front appeared to all
who cared to look as feminine. Mistress Jasmine and her maid then put
me in thigh high, six inch PVC  heels which too were red, made me up,
put a black haired wig on my head, fussed with the it and when I
looked for the first time in the mirror my jaw dropped. I didn't
recognize me anymore. I looked like a slutty whore.

My hand went to my face but Mistress Jasmine grabbed one hand, the
maid the other and they both let my to a kind of a horse, bend me
forwards and shackled my hands and feet to it. I  struggled slightly
but was no match for them. The maid then pushed a penisgag into my
mouth and strapped it around my head. I was completely helpless.

"Leave now", I heard Mistress Jasmine saying. "I deal with you later."

I heard the heels of the maid clicking away on the floor and only
Mistress and I were in the room now. She stepped behind me and all of
a sudden with a cracking sound a whip landed hard on my behind. In
quick succession  20 blows rained on my butt and in no time I was a
sobbing wreck. My ass hurt like hell.

"That is for letting my maid dominate you. I am the one who
dominates in this house, not she. Never forget that again. You came
to seek my services, not those of a lowly maid." Stepping close to me
I felt her hand stroking my behind, soothing my pain. "Hmmm, such a
cute little tush. It is time to loosen you up I believe."

With that she opened the zipper of my pvc panties and deftly stuck a
finger in my asspussy. I groaned into my gag. "Oh so tight. Well, you
should have come prepared, wearing a buttplug a few days in advance,
but I believe you thought you'd do the fucking. You know what? You
are wrong. Specially after letting yourself being dominated by a mere
maid I think you have been asking for what is to cum."  She took her
finger out of me and somehow I felt empty, but this feeling was soon
over. "Well honey, I think we have to fast-forward your preparation
so I will use a vibrating buttplug on you."

I hadn't even started to think what that meant when I felt applying
pressure to my ass. I groaned and tightened up to prevent the invader
to get inside of me, but I stood no chance. She simply pushed and
pushed. I cried out into my gag and gave up while the plug slid
inside past my sphincter. She zipped me up again so the plug  stayed
deep inside me. While moaning heavily she slapped me on my behind.
"That must have hurt dear but it was a lesson for you never to resist
me. That will always be painful. So when I tell you to do something
think twice before you refuse my orders."

Sweat was breaking out on my forehead and I heard her walking away.
"Don't move. I have to deal with my maid. Ill be back."

What seemed like an eternity I heard the door again and heels
clicking on the ground. Since I was immobilized I wasn't able to see
but I knew it must be Mistress Jasmine. Still her voice cut into the
silence like a knife into butter. I shivered inside and felt her
touching me.  She started rubbing me all over my body, so sensuous,
so arousing. Her hands stroked my shaved and nyloned legs and slowly
circled around my pubic mound. My cock wanted to expand but it was if
being in a chastity belt, it was held firmly in place by the pouch. I
tried to push myself into her hands. I wanted her to continue
stroking. Oh my god, she was driving me mad. I tried to hump her
hand, but all I ever got was becoming more and more frustrated. I
moaned continuously into my gag.

"Yes pet, I know what you need. I believe you want to fuck, you are
horny, aren't you? I vigorously shook my head yes.  "Hmmm, but how
can you fuck like that, all tied and your clitty securely put away?"

She came in front of me, lifted my head, I looked pleadingly into
her eyes, moaning. "I get the idea. If you can't do the fucking,
well, then I'll do it. That is so much easier than freeing you from
all the shackles, you know, that would be really time-consuming. I on
the other hand just have to step behind you, pull down the zipper,
aim my sweet, little cock at your pussy and then I just push." She
smiled at me.  I shook  my head vigorously, she touched my head, and
calmed me down. "It is nothing to be afraid of. You know I have been
fucked before and I am still alive. So don't worry, I promise you
will survive."

Then she stepped behind me while I groaned into the gag. I felt her
pulling down the zipper, taking out the buttplug and before my
asspussy could close again I felt her cock at my entrance. I knew I
couldn't prevent what would happen so I didn't fight it.

"Good girl, you are learning quickly." Then she pushed forward.
"Ahhh yes, a virgin, soo tight. I love that," she cried out while I
squealed into my gag. "I know it hurts a little, try to suck on the
cock in your mouth, it will make you feel better and besides it
prepares you for the real thing." While giving me this advice she had
impaled me and kept pushing deeper inside. Oh my God I thought, how
big is she? I felt so full and she just kept pushing in.

I squealed and squealed and finally she showed some mercy giving me
time to adjust on her seemingly gigantic tool. I mean she was a
shemale, how could she have a bigger cock than I, a man? The shemales
whom we had met in Thailand had all small cocks and usually they
wanted to be fucked, they were smooth and submissive. She was the
complete opposite of them, dominant and big cocked. Was this why she
was abroad? I had seen it many times in Asia, the real quality goods
were exported and could only be bought at home for a horrendous
price. Was this the same with shemales?

I was woken out of my reverie by her final push. Now I felt her
pubic hair tickling my behind. "Oh yes, you made it. I didn't really
think I could bury all of my meat in you but while I waited a moment
your pussy expanded. Hmm, you are a natural slut with a natural
pussy. Girl, I could turn you also into a shemale. Id love feminizing
you. Hmm, wouldn't you like that?"

I shook my head. "Haha", she laughed. "So it will be a one time
experience? I don't think so, once you have been impaled by me you
belong to me and you will come back for more without me giving you
the order. You will crave it to be fucked by me." And fucking she
did. She rode me like a mad woman and I don't know what was louder
her cries of ecstasy or my muffled screams behind my penisgag.

Finally I was released from my shackles, breathing heavily, sweat
dropping down from my forehead. After such a long time I simply
couldn't get up and I had to take my time. With shivering legs on my
high heels she let me to a shower. "Pet, that was it for today. Hope
you enjoyed your time with me, I certainly did. Haven't had a virgin
in quite a while. Take a shower and then my maid will show you out.
Have a good day and I am sure we will see each other again."
   
I just nodded my head and stepped into a luxurious bathroom where I
shed my clothes, not daring to look at myself in the big mirror
because of shame. What had happened to me. I just wanted to have a
good time with a shemale. I wanted to fuck her, but now she had made
me literally into her bitch. My ass burned and I felt depraved. I
felt like a whore, which was a twisted thought because I was the one
who paid. I shook my head, I even paid for my own fucking. I started
to laugh hysterically. I stepped into the shower and let the hot
water wash away my shame. While I washed myself I touched tenderly my
violated asshole. Oh, it still was open and somehow I couldn't
withstand the urge slip a finger inside. It went in very easily. I
quickly added a second and third finger. I had never been able to do
that and now I had the feeling as if I could put my whole hand inside.

What was happening to me? I mean it felt good to have my fingers
rubbing inside and somehow I realized she was right. Mistress Jasmine
was right I would be back sooner or later.

Well, I was back sooner than later and since our roles were clearly
defined by the first meeting I was always dressed as a girl and the
more often I went the more she treated me like a girl. You know it
weren't only fuck sessions anymore where she would  take me as hard
as she could or me impale myself on her big pole. Meanwhile I had
found out her cock was more than eight inches long and also quite
thick.

What was the main difference between our first time and the other
sessions was the fact she taught my girl thing. You know, how to
walk, how to talk, gestures, she taught me makeup, you name it. In
her house I was a girl completely. At home it was a different matter.
I was still the man even so Mistress Jasmine started to control more
and more of my life. I had told her I was married, but that didn't
stop her from ordering me to only wear female underwear under my
men's clothes. Since I didn't want to make her mad at me I obeyed her
orders. I had learned my lesson when visiting the first time.

Since my wife left house early and came back late the task at hand
wasn't as difficult as it sounded. We hardly had any time for each
other anymore but that was about to change in a way I would have
never expected. After one year being in Germany my wife was to give a
big party for her first anniversary as an Ambassador in Berlin. The
Embassy invited besides the Diplomats from all over the world also
businesspeople from Germany and abroad.

My wife and I of course were representing and receiving the best
wishes from our guests. While the people were passing by all of a
sudden my heart stood still for a moment. A beautiful Thai woman was
approaching us and she spotted me seemingly in the same moment as I
spotted her. She was my Domina Jasmine. With her was a tall man
leading her towards us. I must have turned a different shade, I was
having hot flushes, I wanted to run but I simply couldn't move and
then she stood in front of me.

Looking deep into my eyes. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Would you
please introduce me to your wife, the Ambassador?" With shaking legs
I led her to my wife whom she eyed up and down while taking the few
steps she stood apart from me. "Sweetheart, may I introduce Jasmine
Kulap to you." My wife looked at her. "Thank you very much for coming
Miss Jasmine, the name rose suits you. You make this room shine with
your beauty." They exchanged pleasantries before my Mistress went
into the ballroom. I saw the gaze of my wife following Mistress. She
was simply capturing.

The evening went without a hitch and we had a really good time. I
danced with my wife several times and somehow I also came to dance
with Mistress Jasmine. She simply overwhelmed me, when there was
partner change and she immediately took me into her arms instead of
the other way round so I was all of a sudden in the position of the
female dancer. I almost stumbled because I wasn't used to this but
Mistress told me to relax and just follow her lead. "I think we will
do this in a training session but then with you wearing high heels so
you'll be prepared for this." Just before the dance was over she
handed me a letter saying that it was for my wife and she instructed
me not to open it but just deliver it. I wanted to know what she had
written to her but she refused to say just vaguely mentioning it was
a social thing and I shouldn't worry my pretty head.

Following Mistresses instruction I handed the letter to my wife who
slipped it into her purse. Finally the festivity was over and we went
back to our house. We raved about the success of the night. She
kissed me long thanking me for being such a good spouse, taking care
of her and not complaining when she was working long hours. "I love
you soo much", she said. "I know I chose the right partner,
supporting me in everything." Despite me feeling bad, having in mind
cheating on her already quite a long time with Mistress Jasmine, we
made love for the first time in quite a while and it was wonderful.
After we had both come down from our sexual heights my wife went to
the bathroom. I saw she took her purse from the night stand.

I almost drifted off to sleep when all of a sudden I heard a loud
scream, then crying and sobbing.

I ran in shock to the bathroom, but when I opened it she cursed at
me and threw the letter right in my face. "You fucking pervert. How
could you do this to me? Get away from me. I don't want to see you.
Sleep somewhere else."

I couldn't say a thing, I was just standing there with my mouth
open. When she passed me, her hand flew up and she hit me right into
the face. Again and again. "That is for cheating on me you stupid
bastard. You will pay for this." I was defeated completely and hung
my head with burning cheeks.

The letter was surely the key. I bend over to pick it up from the
ground. It read:

Dear Ambassador,

we have been introduced to each other at the start of the
Celebration of the Anniversary of your nomination as an Ambassador
here in Germany. It was done by your sweet hubby whom I know already
quite a long time. In fact your hubby has been regularly cumming to
my place in the last months if you know what I mean.

In any case I should explain that I do all the fucking because your
hubby is my little fucktoy and I believe he is a girl too, at least
inside of his sweet heart. Let me tell you that he cums to my house,
then I dress him up as a girl and this makes me so horny that I fuck
him long and hard. Well, I never knew who your hubby was but recently
found out so I prepared a little scenario.

I want to play with you. I do believe I have your ok because if not
I do have photos and even videos to prove that your hubby has been a
very naughty girl during the last months and if this evidence shows
up in the German press it wouldn't only ruin him as you easily can
guess.

Well, I give you until tomorrow morning to think about my proposal
which is the following: When I saw you I knew your hubby was a
failure. I mean you are one beautiful woman and I have no clue why he
would ever have the remotest thought of straying. So I will not only
take his place in bed but also the one at your side. Well, to keep an
official appearance Ill let you pose with hubby (if you want to)
whenever possible so I will stay in the back, but as soon as we step
into the house I will run the show.

I am a professional Mistress and you wouldn't do me justice if I
hadn't thought about an insurance Misses Ambassador. I know your
family background, being militaries, so I made enough copies with
different friends and if something happens to me those copies go
immediately to the press and you are ruined for life.

So don't even think of failing my orders. In the future you and your
hubby will do exactly what I say and you will do it without
complaining. If I tell you to suck cock you will and if I tell you to
kiss my ass you will do that too and with a happy smile on your face.
For your unfaithful hubby I do have a punishment. I will train him to
be your Lady's Maid. What you make out of it, is up to you. I will
leave this decision in your hands. You could use him all the time as
a Maid or just for the time when being in the house.

Sincerely your Mistress Jasmine

My head was swimming. I couldn't believe what was happening. How
could there be photos, videos even? How could Mistress do that to me?
I was doomed. I knew with this letter my life was over. No more good
times, no more leisure, no more golf playing, no more lying in the
sun. Oh my god, what had I done? My brain raced. I had to do
something, I had to act fast. So I went after my wife who was sobbing
in the bedroom.

I fell on my knees in front of her, but before I could utter a word
she viciously kicked me. I fell to the ground, she got up and kicked
me several more times, screaming at me. "You ruined my life, you
ruined our life and that's all because of your bloody cock or should
I say clitty because judging from the letter it wasn't you who was
doing the fucking. Jeez, why didn't you ask for a strapon. I could
have given it to you, if you wanted to be fucked up the ass. Oh my
god, I can't believe it, you cheated me because of a woman fucking
you with a strapon! I would have fucked the living daylights out of
you. I thought we were married for good and bad. The worst of the
whole story is I thought we trusted each other, but obviously you
never did or you wouldn't have run off so lightly."

She fell back on the bad, sobbing again. "Get lost. I don't want to
see you again. Everything will happen as written in the letter. You
will become a full-time maid and I make sure that this happens. This
will be my revenge on you for cheating. Oh let Mistress Jasmine train
you to be a perfect maid. Get out!" She kicked me again. I was now
sobbing too and slowly made my way into the guest bedroom. I didn't
have the guts to tell her the truth about Mistress Jasmine She hadn't
realized yet that Mistress didn't need a strapon in order to fuck
her. I took off my clothes and wanted to lay in bed when the door
opened and my wife stormed in. "If you are going to be the Maid you
can already get used to wearing nighties."

With that she threw a pink nighty on the bed and left again. I
looked at the nighty, stepped close to the bed and mechanically
picked it up and slipped it over my head. What a great feeling, the
nylon was whispering on my skin, it was whispering to me. Despite the
terrible turn of events I got very horny and my clitty grew hard. I
couldn't resist stroking myself while fantasizing about what would
happen to me in the future. I took some tissues from the night stand
and "saw" myself with closed eyes my wife taken doggie style by
Mistress Jasmine while I kneeled behind her and licked Mistress' ball
sack. I came hard crying out in ecstasy.

The next morning the door was opened and to my surprise Mistress
Jasmine stood in the doorframe. My wife must have already phoned her
she would accept Mistresses conditions.

"Get up sleepyhead. It is late, your wife and I had already a nice
little talk. This is the first day of the rest of your new life.
Consider it from now on your birthday Maid Greta. Out of your bed
now. You will now forever call me only Mistress, no more Jasmine,
this name will be reserved only for my Slut Janet.  You will do that
from now on, never forget that. Is that clear?" I groaned but nodded,
then I got up quickly. "What a pretty nighty for a pretty Maid. My
new slut Janet has already taken care of business here I can see." I
wondered who was slut Janet, but then it dawned on me, she was
referring to my wife. As if on cue she appeared too in my room.
Mistress Jasmine took the initiative. "Slut Janet walk to your ex-
hubby, and then you both get down on your knees."

For a moment my wife and I looked at each other but then we dropped
down on our knees. Mistress stepped right in front of my wife. I
looked up at Mistress and knew the moment of truth would come very
soon now. She looked at me and shook her head slightly as if she
wanted to say "Don't you think about ruining my surprise". Then she
lifted Janet's head. "Now Slut, I want you to lower my panties and
then worship me. Is that clear? Accept what I give to you, will you
Slut Janet? Will you obey me, no matter what?" My wife nodded slowly
her head. "I know I have no other chance. Yes, I will obey you
Mistress Jasmine, I will accept what you give to me." "Then get busy
Slut."

My wife raised her hands and wanted to lower the panties of our
Mistress, but she stopped her. "No Slut, use your teeth."  So Janet
got under Mistress skirt and pulled down her panties. "Oh my god",
she cried out in surprise. "Oh my god, what is that? Oh my God, that
is a cock, a real cock. Oh my God, I never knew, I never. Oh my God."
She looked at me incredulous. "This can't be true. Oh my God, you got
fucked all the time by a real cock." Then she looked back at Mistress
who took this moment of total surprise to her advantage. Like in slow
motion I saw how she raised her hand behind the head of Janet who
continued to look up at her and slowly pulled her close to her cock.
"Kiss your Mistress' cock. You know you want to."

I could literally see how it worked in Janet's head, then she
slightly moved forward and planted a soft kiss on the cocks forehead.
"It is soo big", she purred.

"It is soo much bigger than the cock of our future Maid." Mistress
laughed out loud while I turned red and bowed my head in shame. "You
are right Slut, I am much bigger than Maid Greta. In one point I have
to correct you. She doesn't have a cock, she has a clitty, her small
size doesn't deserve the name cock." My wife nodded her head. "You
are right Mistress Jasmine, she does have a clitty when comparing it
to you." That said she bend forward and took Mistress cock willingly
and deep into her mouth.

She groaned and started bobbing her head up and down. Oh my God, I
remembered her giving head heavenly. I saw also in Mistress face that
she was clearly taken by my wife's skills. "Oh Slut, you suck cock
like a pro. Oh yes, take me deep. Take my whole cock." And that's
what she did, she swallowed it all. "Yes, oh yes", cried out
Mistress. "This is soo awesome. You have made me very horny Slut."
Her hands grabbed Janet's head and she started to fuck my wife's
face, who clung to Mistress like a rag doll.

I kneeled at their side and watched the performance in awe. Mistress
was clearly superior to me and I enjoyed how her heavily veined cock
disappeared into my wife's mouth. After a while Mistress sped up and
fucked Janet's face like a madwoman. Then all of a sudden she pulled
out, turned to me, grabbed my hair and fed me her pulsating member.
She pushed it deep into me and shouted:" Keep it all in your mouth
Maid Greta. Don't swallow it, keep it in your mouth. Don't you dare
shedding a drop of my precious milk." She erupted into my mouth and I
never felt her ejaculating that much. I felt like I hardly could hold
all her jism in me.

"Slut Janet, kiss Maid Greta and share with her my precious gift.
Take this as sign of your submission." My wife turned to me and
started to kiss me without hesitation. Her tongue slipped into my
mouth and we shared indeed Mistress semen. "Yes, my little Sluts.
Swap it in your mouths until nothing is left." Janet held my head and
greedily kissed me. After we were done she loudly said, "thank you
Maid Greta for making it happen that I can now experience a much
better cock than you ever had." Both women laughed out loud.

Mistress Jasmine then took us both to the bedroom where I saw a
Maids uniform on the bed plus several other items. "Undress Maid
Greta." I took of my pink nighty and quickly stood naked in front of
them. "Slut Janet, dress her." My wife didn't wait a second before
she helped me with white panties, white corset, white bra and white
stockings. Then she helped me with the French Maids dress, and placed
a white maids cap on my head. Lastly she had me step into six inch
locking-on black high heels. When I had them on Janet clicked the
padlock shut. Then Mistress stepped forward holding an arm-binder in
her hands. "Turn around Maid Greta, put your arms on the back."

I turned around with my hands in the back. While she laced me into
it, Janet took out a spreader-bar and locked it on my ankles. When
they were done I was completely helpless. To top it off Mistress took
out a penisgag and locked it in place. "Mistress Jasmine, I never
thought she could look soo cute. What a great package we made out of
her." "You are right Slut Janet, but any moment now comes the
surprise Maid Greta has never in her dreams thought about." The
doorbell rang. "Oh there he is", said Mistress. "Go and open the door
and then you lead him into the bedroom Slut Janet."

My wife nodded her head. "Yes Mistress," and left. Mistress tenderly
stroked my face. "So pretty. So pretty and soon you will be even
prettier with all your new jewelry." My eyes must have shown my
fright. "Don't you worry Greta, there will be no permanent damage
done to you." Just then  Janet appeared with a bearded man full of
tattoos and piercings. "Hi John, glad you could make it." He smiled
at Mistress. "Jas, for you always." He nodded into my direction. "Is
this the slave?" "That's her, exactly. You know what to do. While you
work your magic my Slut and I will watch. By the way, when you are
done could you do her too? I will tell you what I want." Mistress
pointed at Janet. "Sure thing Jas, you know I do everything for you."

Mistress and Janet sat on the bed while the man picked me up with an
ease as if I weighed virtually nothing. In a moment I lay on my back.
He pulled down my panties and got everything what he needed. After he
had shaved my pubic area completely bald plus my ass cheeks and the
few hair around my asspussy he took my clitty into his hands. I
squirmed in my bonds but couldn't prevent him from quickly piercing
my foreskin. Then he pushed my testicles up into my body, pushed my
legs over my head, pierced my skin close to my asspussy, pulled my
penis backwards and started to mold the piercings together.

"Did I understand you right Jas, it is going to be permanent, right?
Jas?"

Mistress had used the time the man was working on me to work on
Janet. They had gotten naked on bed and Mistress was pistoning
several fingers in and out of Janet's pussy who was moaning out loud.

"Oh John, why do you have to interrupt me. You know it is going to
be permanent. Just go ahead and stop interrupting me." Out of the
corner of my eyes I saw how Mistress eased Janet's legs apart and
teased my wife's pussy with her enormous cock while I lay helpless on
the ground about to have my clitty chastised permanently. I would
never again use my clit for anything else than peeing.

I heard my wife moaning and panting. In the moment when John was
done I heard her begging. "Please Mistress Jasmine, please Mistress
Jasmine, please fuck me, fuck me harder than my chastised hubby ever
could."

Tears were rolling down my face when Mistress sank agonizingly slow
into the hot pussy of my wife. My own agony wasn't far from over.
While Mistress enjoyed her love session with my wife I had to endure
the piercings of my nipples and my ears. For the final touch I got
also two tattoos. One above my chastised clitty which read "Clitty
out of order" and the other one above my ass cheeks which read
"Mistress Jasmine's property encircled by red roses.

Mistress kept pounding Janet but stopped momentarily when she saw
John was done. "You can go now. I have changed my mind. You can do
Slut another time. I have to finish establishing my reign here.
Thanks John, Ill call you."

"Sure thing Jas, have fun." Mistress laughed out loud. "You bet I
will."

She got up from bed, her erect cock bobbing up and down obscenely,
pulled me to my knees, took my penisgag out and helped me crawling
close to the bed. "Kneel exactly there slave maid." She got up on the
bed again, sank her cock into my wife and positioned herself with
Janet in such a way that I came to kneel close to both of them.

She grabbed my head. "Suck my balls while I fuck your wife, slave
maid." Obediently I followed her order, mesmerized by her big cock
pistoning in and out of Janet's juicy pussy. Her juices were running
down and Mistresses ball sack and I kept sucking and slurping up the
juices at the same time but couldn't prevent me from being literally
drowning in them. Mistress pounding got quicker and quicker, Janet
was screaming constantly now, she body was convulsing, one orgasm
after another were rattling through her body. Then Mistress groaned
loudly, I saw her already big cock swell even bigger and with a loud
scream she erupted deep into her pussy. Feverishly I sucked on her
balls who were pulsating strongly. I felt each and every blast of
semen in my mouth.

They fell into each other's arms and kissed and moaned. "Oh Mistress
Jasmine. I love you. Oh my God, if I ever knew how wonderful it is to
be fucked with a big cock I would have done it much earlier." They
kissed once again. "I am glad you didn't because otherwise I wouldn't
be in our bed with you." My wife laughed. "You are right of course. I
am happy that everything happened like it did. Thank you soo much for
chastising my hubby. He should never be able to fuck anybody anymore."

"Don't you worry my sweet Slut. She won't."

They kissed each other over and over again while I still kneeled
behind Mistress, softly sucking on her still huge balls. "That is
enough now slave maid." She slowly eased out of Janet's pussy. Then
she turned to me. "Clean me up now." I opened my mouth and she pushed
her cock into me. Swirling my tongue around her big shaft I slowly
licked her clean. "Look at that", said my wife. "He loves that, he
loves cleaning your cock Mistress Jasmine." Mistress smiled. "Oh I
taught her well." She then  pulled my hair so I got close to Janet.
"Now be a good girl and clean out my wife."

"Thank you Mistress Jasmine for allowing me to be your wife now,"
Janet said. Then she pulled my hair and placed it right in front of
her pussy. "Yes, lick me clean me, suck every drop out of my for the
first time well fucked pussy. Don't you dare miss a drop of our
Mistress milk." I only slightly hesitated but than got into the task.
After a short my former wife came hard once again and cried out.
"Yes, yes, yes, now you will be a slave forever."