Mistress Jasmine Made Me a Slave

"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 going on with 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 fucksessions 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 me girl things. 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.