Young Womans Descent into BDSM Obsession and the Dark Secrets That Bind
Cassi's Story – As recounted by Cassi
This is the sequel to Adam's Story in which a 19 year old male becomes ensnared in a dominatrix's web
The day my stupid twin brother Adam became embroiled with Mistress Jasmine would dramatically change our well ordered and sheltered lives forever and turn us into the sexual playthings of a sadistic mistress and her followers.
Adam was always submissive and from an early age sought out inappropriate web sites on the internet, that is where he discovered Mistress Jasmine. He must have been flattered when she invited him to attend a personal domination session; only it wasn't personal and resulted in him being raped by three men under the direction of the mistress. To compound matters the mistress had arranged for a number of photographs to be taken and the whole session filmed, it was those photographs and the subsequent blackmail that delivered me into her clutches.
Adam and I have always been close and it was shortly after his visit to the mistress that I sensed something was seriously wrong. When he eventually broke down and told me what had happened I was furious, but my fury turned to horror when Adam revealed that the Mistress wanted to meet me and that if I did not agree she would publish the photographs and send copies to our parents.
In my naivety I thought I would be able to bluster my way into her lair, demand that she hand over the photographs and leave us alone, it's amazing how stupid you can be. I left Adam to make the arrangements with the mistress and the following Saturday found us being chauffeured to her establishment; which to say was impressive would be a dramatic understatement. The property was remote, extensive, walled and accessed via electronic gates. We were driven to the front doors which were opened by a girl of a similar age to us dressed in a short maid's outfit and high heeled shoes that showed off her long tanned legs as she conducted us to the mistress.
Mistress Jasmine was not what I was expecting, I had envisaged her as a hard faced bitch in her 50's dressed in leather and chains, what I was confronted with was a 35 year old stunning blonde sitting behind a massive desk and wearing an expensive Armani business suite. I thought I had power dressed, wearing my best jacket, skirt and blouse, but she made me look like a tramp. She stood revealing her perfect body and walked round the desk offering her cheek to Adam for a kiss; to my great annoyance he instantly complied, turning to me she again offered her cheek and when I refused she smiled and told me that soon I would be unable to refuse her.
Returning to her desk she indicated 2 chairs set in the middle of the room and instructed us to sit. I started to speak, to rant about her behaviour, but when she held up her hand to silence me I immediately complied. A long silence ensued during which time I was acutely aware that she was minutely examining my body with her eyes. Finally she spoke – If I spent one night as her plaything the photographs and tape would be destroyed – if I refused then they would be published.
I just knew I had no choice; I silently cursed my brother as the mistress moved from her desk to stand behind me. She slipped the jacket off my shoulders and sensually rubbed the back of my neck before her hands ran down to cup my breasts through my blouse. Adam just stared ahead as the mistress slowly unbuttoned my blouse and fondled my breasts. I was allowed to tidy my clothing before the mistress led us upstairs and showed us the rooms we had been allocated for our nights stay. The mistress followed me into my room closing the door behind her; I tensed as I thought she was going to touch me again. She laughed saying later dear. Sitting herself comfortably on the large bed she instructed me to strip for her. I could not believe what she asked and vigorously shook my head. Her facial expression did not change, but her voice was much firmer, she told me that if I did not do as she instructed me at all times, my brother's photographs would be in my parents hand within the hour; I knew then that I had no choice but to comply.
I wanted to get the humiliating situation over and done with and so I quickly took off my jacket, but she wanted a slow sensual show, so I had to put my jacket back on and slowly strip for her to some imaginary music. My jacket, blouse and bra were slowly removed as I danced to invented tunes; I was reaching around to unfasten my skirt when the mistress stopped me. My hopes that this was going to be THE END
This is the sequel to Adam's Story in which a 19 year old male becomes ensnared in a dominatrix's web
The day my stupid twin brother Adam became embroiled with Mistress Jasmine would dramatically change our well ordered and sheltered lives forever and turn us into the sexual playthings of a sadistic mistress and her followers.
Adam was always submissive and from an early age sought out inappropriate web sites on the internet, that is where he discovered Mistress Jasmine. He must have been flattered when she invited him to attend a personal domination session; only it wasn't personal and resulted in him being raped by three men under the direction of the mistress. To compound matters the mistress had arranged for a number of photographs to be taken and the whole session filmed, it was those photographs and the subsequent blackmail that delivered me into her clutches.
Adam and I have always been close and it was shortly after his visit to the mistress that I sensed something was seriously wrong. When he eventually broke down and told me what had happened I was furious, but my fury turned to horror when Adam revealed that the Mistress wanted to meet me and that if I did not agree she would publish the photographs and send copies to our parents.
In my naivety I thought I would be able to bluster my way into her lair, demand that she hand over the photographs and leave us alone, it's amazing how stupid you can be. I left Adam to make the arrangements with the mistress and the following Saturday found us being chauffeured to her establishment; which to say was impressive would be a dramatic understatement. The property was remote, extensive, walled and accessed via electronic gates. We were driven to the front doors which were opened by a girl of a similar age to us dressed in a short maid's outfit and high heeled shoes that showed off her long tanned legs as she conducted us to the mistress.
Mistress Jasmine was not what I was expecting, I had envisaged her as a hard faced bitch in her 50's dressed in leather and chains, what I was confronted with was a 35 year old stunning blonde sitting behind a massive desk and wearing an expensive Armani business suite. I thought I had power dressed, wearing my best jacket, skirt and blouse, but she made me look like a tramp. She stood revealing her perfect body and walked round the desk offering her cheek to Adam for a kiss; to my great annoyance he instantly complied, turning to me she again offered her cheek and when I refused she smiled and told me that soon I would be unable to refuse her.
Returning to her desk she indicated 2 chairs set in the middle of the room and instructed us to sit. I started to speak, to rant about her behaviour, but when she held up her hand to silence me I immediately complied. A long silence ensued during which time I was acutely aware that she was minutely examining my body with her eyes. Finally she spoke – If I spent one night as her plaything the photographs and tape would be destroyed – if I refused then they would be published.
I just knew I had no choice; I silently cursed my brother as the mistress moved from her desk to stand behind me. She slipped the jacket off my shoulders and sensually rubbed the back of my neck before her hands ran down to cup my breasts through my blouse. Adam just stared ahead as the mistress slowly unbuttoned my blouse and fondled my breasts. I was allowed to tidy my clothing before the mistress led us upstairs and showed us the rooms we had been allocated for our nights stay. The mistress followed me into my room closing the door behind her; I tensed as I thought she was going to touch me again. She laughed saying later dear. Sitting herself comfortably on the large bed she instructed me to strip for her. I could not believe what she asked and vigorously shook my head. Her facial expression did not change, but her voice was much firmer, she told me that if I did not do as she instructed me at all times, my brother's photographs would be in my parents hand within the hour; I knew then that I had no choice but to comply.
I wanted to get the humiliating situation over and done with and so I quickly took off my jacket, but she wanted a slow sensual show, so I had to put my jacket back on and slowly strip for her to some imaginary music. My jacket, blouse and bra were slowly removed as I danced to invented tunes; I was reaching around to unfasten my skirt when the mistress stopped me. My hopes that this was going to be THE END
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