Mistress Jasmine

The leather clad silhouette of mistress Jasmine stood out against the soft light of candles illuminating the dungeon.

She unbuckled your gag and stood before you as you slumped over in your bonds.

“Stand up straight.” She commanded as she circled you, dragging a single fingernail across your body.

She bent down and reached between your legs to take a firm grasp of your balls, already swollen and sticking out from the chastity cage.

“I’m not your mistress anymore, I’m your goddess now. I am goddess Jasmine, you worship me, I give you life, I own your balls, I own your holes.”

“Yes mistress,” you said like a fucking idiot.

She squeezed your balls hard and then gave them an open palm smack.

“What?” She snapped?

“I’m sorry mistress,” you said, still a fucking idiot.

This time it was two hard slaps to the balls.

As you struggled to breathe she shoved the gag back in.

She picked up a crop with one hand and a flogger with the other.

She handed Ashley the flogger and told her to warm you up.

She wasted no time striking you across the back and soon began making her way down your thighs. Strands of the flogger brushing against your balls.

Goddess Jasmine just stood in front of you and stared. “Chest.” She commanded and Ashley moved to strike you across your chest and stomach.

Goddess Jasmine motioned for her to stop and she whispered in her ear. Ashley departed the room and Jasmine circled you.

She began to stroke your inner thigh with the crop over and over, occasionally switching thighs but striking the same spots over and over.

You yelled into the gag but she ignored your screams and pleads.

She unlocked the gag but quickly pulled it tighter than before and locked it back.

The door opened and Ashley returned