Jasmine's Weekend
Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 2:46 pm
Chapter 1:
James squirmed uncomfortably in his seat on the train. His discomfort was for many reasons, the plug in his ass, the cage on his cock and the feeling of soft satin panties he was wearing. However the main reason he was squirming was in anticipation of what was to come on his weekend away.
Earlier that day James had packed his bag full of all his toys and clothes that he used when playing as jasmine, a slutty bimbo sissy maid. Then after work he had simply picked up the bag and got on the train to the rented cottage, not knowing what was waiting when he got there.
As James got off the train he looked around the platform and saw no one, the train was pulling away and leaving him all alone in a strange area and it was getting dark. Suddenly his phone flashed up a text message from Master, it said "Get into the back of the car that will be pulling up in 10 seconds." Sure enough a car pulled up, James opened the door and got in.
Once the door shut and James turned around he could see the back of Master's head. "Slut! What do you think you are doing dressed like that? Get out of those male clothes this instant!" Blushing bright red and squirming a lot more now James stripped of his male clothing and with it lost all his male thoughts and fell deep into his sissy mindset.
Once she was stripped of all male clothing, jasmine was left in panties, corset and stockings. At this point Master got out of the car and walked around to the back, jasmine heard a "clunk" and the boot opened. "Slut! Heel!" Her heart beating so fast she could hear it, jasmine got out of the car and grabbed her bag before kneeling next to Master.
"Did I tell you to bring your bag?"
"No Master" Jasmine bowed her head realising she had already made a mistake.
"Stupid bimbo!" Master grabbed the bag from her hands and pulled her over to the boot.
"Get in slut!" Jasmine didn't move and looked wide-eyed at the dark, dirty boot space. "Either get in.......or I leave you here"
Jasmine jumped into the boot as quick as she could and lay whimpering on the rough carpet. She risked a quick glance up and caught sight of Master holding her bag before everything went black as the boot-lid slammed shut. Jasmine heard footsteps and a car door open, then slam. The car started and jasmine felt it start to move, there was no going back now, she was locked in the boot of her Master's car and on her way towards a weekend of slavery and humiliation. Jasmine smiled and wrapped her arms around herself, happy to be finally where she wanted to be.
After what seemed like hours to jasmine, but was only about 30 minutes, the car made one final turn and then stopped. Again the open and shut of a car door followed by footsteps. The boot was wrenched open and jasmine found herself roughly pulled out by her hair and then forced to kneel on the ground.
Master then started to walk over the the front door of a rented cottage, it stood all alone in the middle of nowhere and was ideal for what Master had planned. As he walked over to the door Master shouted over his shoulder, "Get your bag and male clothing slut then bring them inside."
Jasmine walked gingerly round the car, trying to avoid hurting her feet on the gravel, then picked up her bag and male clothing before following Master inside.
Once inside jasmine shut the door behind her, she hardly had time to turn around again before Master appeared, "Kneel!"
Jasmine knelt and stared at the floor while Master took a second or two to examine her. Her bag was taken off her as was her male clothing, Master then walked away and jasmine heard a "click" in the next room. Master then came back to jasmine, "slut, you now have nothing but what I allow you to have. Everything else has been locked in my room."
"Now get your ass upstairs and into that bathroom. I want you washed from head to toe and inside out, bear in mind this is the last time you will wash before you leave so make it a good one."
Jasmine blushed and scampered up the stairs, into the bathroom. She spent the next hour washing, scrubbing, brushing and giving herself an enema before scampering down the stairs again and kneeling in the middle of the living room.
Master came through from the kitchen and started to circle jasmine. "So slut, these are your rules, you will live by them from this moment until you wake on Monday morning."
"1. You will call me Master at all times
2. You will ask permission before you eat, drink, go to the toilet, sleep, and use furniture
3. You will curtsie every time I enter the room
4. Your safe-word is 'pineapple', unless you say this word I will not stop
5. You are to speak only in the third person with a cute lisp and refer to yourself as 'Bimmie'"
Master then stopped circling and picked up a crop. "If you break any of these rules slut, there will be punishments and the punishments will get worse to more rules you break. Do you understand?"
Jasmine looked at the floor, cheeks crimson from blushing. "Bimmie understands her rules."
Master lifted jasmine's chin with a finger then slapped her hard in the face, jasmine gasped and whimpered
"What did you forget bimbo? How do you address me?"
"Sorry Master, bimmie understands her rules Master"
"Good slut now wait here while I get your clothes for this evening"
Jasmine knelt with her cheek burning as a reminder of what would happen if she was naughty.
Master returned with an armful of clothes and toys, he set them on a coffee table and then walked over to jasmine. Grabbing her hair he then dragged her over to the table.
"This is what you will wear until I dictate otherwise slut, put it all on and then get to work in the kitchen making my dinner. I will be upstairs taking a nap."
Master then went up the stairs and left jasmine alone to get herself ready. Jasmine picked up the pile and started to sort through it, the first item was a steel butt plug with a pink jewel in the end. Jasmine licked and sucked the plug until it was nice and wet before reaching behind and pushing it into her ass. the plug was a little bigger then she was used to and as she pushed harder it became more painful, she was just about to stop when the plug finally filled her ass and the pain faded away to be replaced by a very full feeling.
After the plug jasmine put on some black stockings and a matching black garter belt, as jasmine slid the stockings up her shaved legs she squirmed with pleasure and moaned softly. Then came a maid dress, which was so short that her ass and the tip of her clitty cage could clearly be seen. Jasmine caught sight of herself in a mirror and gasped as she realised just how much of her body was on show.
Jasmine then picked up cuffs for her wrists, elbows, thighs and ankles. The thigh and ankle cuffs were simple to lock on and came with chains connecting them so that jasmine would have to take tiny mincing steps. However the elbow and wrist cuffs required a bit of squirming to get into. First jasmine cuffed her elbows behind her back, again connected by a short chain. Then the wrist cuffs were locked on and connected in front of her so that she could complete her chores.
Lastly jasmine stood up and stepped into a pair of 6 inch stripper heels that Master had left for her. After a lot of wobbling and a few squeaks of panic as she nearly fell over, jasmine managed to totter over to the kitchen and start Master's meal.
James squirmed uncomfortably in his seat on the train. His discomfort was for many reasons, the plug in his ass, the cage on his cock and the feeling of soft satin panties he was wearing. However the main reason he was squirming was in anticipation of what was to come on his weekend away.
Earlier that day James had packed his bag full of all his toys and clothes that he used when playing as jasmine, a slutty bimbo sissy maid. Then after work he had simply picked up the bag and got on the train to the rented cottage, not knowing what was waiting when he got there.
As James got off the train he looked around the platform and saw no one, the train was pulling away and leaving him all alone in a strange area and it was getting dark. Suddenly his phone flashed up a text message from Master, it said "Get into the back of the car that will be pulling up in 10 seconds." Sure enough a car pulled up, James opened the door and got in.
Once the door shut and James turned around he could see the back of Master's head. "Slut! What do you think you are doing dressed like that? Get out of those male clothes this instant!" Blushing bright red and squirming a lot more now James stripped of his male clothing and with it lost all his male thoughts and fell deep into his sissy mindset.
Once she was stripped of all male clothing, jasmine was left in panties, corset and stockings. At this point Master got out of the car and walked around to the back, jasmine heard a "clunk" and the boot opened. "Slut! Heel!" Her heart beating so fast she could hear it, jasmine got out of the car and grabbed her bag before kneeling next to Master.
"Did I tell you to bring your bag?"
"No Master" Jasmine bowed her head realising she had already made a mistake.
"Stupid bimbo!" Master grabbed the bag from her hands and pulled her over to the boot.
"Get in slut!" Jasmine didn't move and looked wide-eyed at the dark, dirty boot space. "Either get in.......or I leave you here"
Jasmine jumped into the boot as quick as she could and lay whimpering on the rough carpet. She risked a quick glance up and caught sight of Master holding her bag before everything went black as the boot-lid slammed shut. Jasmine heard footsteps and a car door open, then slam. The car started and jasmine felt it start to move, there was no going back now, she was locked in the boot of her Master's car and on her way towards a weekend of slavery and humiliation. Jasmine smiled and wrapped her arms around herself, happy to be finally where she wanted to be.
After what seemed like hours to jasmine, but was only about 30 minutes, the car made one final turn and then stopped. Again the open and shut of a car door followed by footsteps. The boot was wrenched open and jasmine found herself roughly pulled out by her hair and then forced to kneel on the ground.
Master then started to walk over the the front door of a rented cottage, it stood all alone in the middle of nowhere and was ideal for what Master had planned. As he walked over to the door Master shouted over his shoulder, "Get your bag and male clothing slut then bring them inside."
Jasmine walked gingerly round the car, trying to avoid hurting her feet on the gravel, then picked up her bag and male clothing before following Master inside.
Once inside jasmine shut the door behind her, she hardly had time to turn around again before Master appeared, "Kneel!"
Jasmine knelt and stared at the floor while Master took a second or two to examine her. Her bag was taken off her as was her male clothing, Master then walked away and jasmine heard a "click" in the next room. Master then came back to jasmine, "slut, you now have nothing but what I allow you to have. Everything else has been locked in my room."
"Now get your ass upstairs and into that bathroom. I want you washed from head to toe and inside out, bear in mind this is the last time you will wash before you leave so make it a good one."
Jasmine blushed and scampered up the stairs, into the bathroom. She spent the next hour washing, scrubbing, brushing and giving herself an enema before scampering down the stairs again and kneeling in the middle of the living room.
Master came through from the kitchen and started to circle jasmine. "So slut, these are your rules, you will live by them from this moment until you wake on Monday morning."
"1. You will call me Master at all times
2. You will ask permission before you eat, drink, go to the toilet, sleep, and use furniture
3. You will curtsie every time I enter the room
4. Your safe-word is 'pineapple', unless you say this word I will not stop
5. You are to speak only in the third person with a cute lisp and refer to yourself as 'Bimmie'"
Master then stopped circling and picked up a crop. "If you break any of these rules slut, there will be punishments and the punishments will get worse to more rules you break. Do you understand?"
Jasmine looked at the floor, cheeks crimson from blushing. "Bimmie understands her rules."
Master lifted jasmine's chin with a finger then slapped her hard in the face, jasmine gasped and whimpered
"What did you forget bimbo? How do you address me?"
"Sorry Master, bimmie understands her rules Master"
"Good slut now wait here while I get your clothes for this evening"
Jasmine knelt with her cheek burning as a reminder of what would happen if she was naughty.
Master returned with an armful of clothes and toys, he set them on a coffee table and then walked over to jasmine. Grabbing her hair he then dragged her over to the table.
"This is what you will wear until I dictate otherwise slut, put it all on and then get to work in the kitchen making my dinner. I will be upstairs taking a nap."
Master then went up the stairs and left jasmine alone to get herself ready. Jasmine picked up the pile and started to sort through it, the first item was a steel butt plug with a pink jewel in the end. Jasmine licked and sucked the plug until it was nice and wet before reaching behind and pushing it into her ass. the plug was a little bigger then she was used to and as she pushed harder it became more painful, she was just about to stop when the plug finally filled her ass and the pain faded away to be replaced by a very full feeling.
After the plug jasmine put on some black stockings and a matching black garter belt, as jasmine slid the stockings up her shaved legs she squirmed with pleasure and moaned softly. Then came a maid dress, which was so short that her ass and the tip of her clitty cage could clearly be seen. Jasmine caught sight of herself in a mirror and gasped as she realised just how much of her body was on show.
Jasmine then picked up cuffs for her wrists, elbows, thighs and ankles. The thigh and ankle cuffs were simple to lock on and came with chains connecting them so that jasmine would have to take tiny mincing steps. However the elbow and wrist cuffs required a bit of squirming to get into. First jasmine cuffed her elbows behind her back, again connected by a short chain. Then the wrist cuffs were locked on and connected in front of her so that she could complete her chores.
Lastly jasmine stood up and stepped into a pair of 6 inch stripper heels that Master had left for her. After a lot of wobbling and a few squeaks of panic as she nearly fell over, jasmine managed to totter over to the kitchen and start Master's meal.