“I’m negotiating to buy the movie studio where he is under contract. He may be spending more time here than he thinks.”
She leans back and laughs, and I cannot help but join her. The newly famous and nouveau riche Adonis will soon receive a lifetime of comeuppance at the hands of old world money. Lady Constance will offer him the choice of returning to his former world of obscurity and relative poverty or being permitted to continue to bask in fame by becoming her obedient plaything, responding to her beck and call between the filming of every movie.
“I wonder how he’d look at a Hollywood party..., naked, and secured to the end of my leash. I always try to make an impression when visiting the west coast...,”
Her thought is lost when porter number one arrives with our main course. Meanwhile, the right hand of our Adonis returns to his erect penis, gently strokes it to maintain its turgid state, and meekly returns to his head.
“Good boy,” Lady Constance calls out, then adds in a voice loud enough for him to hear, “I think he enjoys showing off for us, don’t you think Doctor? Yes, we have a very pretty exhibitionist, naked and secured. And his penis is so erect for us...”
Adonis seems to flush somewhat with the condescending remark, but his tumescence strengthens and Lady Constance laughs.
Our dinner is superb and we eat in silence. Jasmine stays in the shadows paying particular attention to the camera. We finish and the plates are cleared.
“Why not masturbate for us now? Show us how nicely you can shoot your male essence. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You certainly seemed to enjoy masturbating for those young girls in those pictures I acquired.”
Adonis doesn’t need to be asked again. He evidently has been quite aroused by his own naked display. Thus, his hand immediately falls to his appendage and begins to stroke in earnest. But Lady Constance’s suggestion seems to be a signal, for Jasmine steps away from the camera and approaches our naked entertainment from behind. In one hand she carries wrist cuffs. The cane remains in the other.
I can now better see what she is wearing. A thin leather vest with openings that leave her firm breasts completely exposed. A strong leather belt with an attachment, si
milar to Salina’s at the power plant, hints that Jasmine is also accomplished in utilizing dildos. Otherwise there is nothing. Her powerful legs and buttocks are uncovered. She smiles ominously and I shudder for Adonis who unwittingly is seeking to pleasure himself while doom approaches.
Jasmine stops at his side and our beautiful masturbator is too occupied with his own pleasure to notice. She puts down the cuffs and unties the cord holding up his neck chain. She watches with amusement as Adonis’s climax approaches then abruptly yanks on the cord, forcing Adonis to the very tips of his toes. She simultaneously cracks the cane across the beautiful, shining white buttocks.
Yes, it seems the oil massaged into his skin was not for his enjoyment. Nor was in applied entirely to highlight his nakedness for the camera, but instead its purpose was to enhance the dramatic crack of the evil and amazingly painful cane.
Adonis screams and his hand stops with the shock. He must have been very close to climaxing, for after a moment of recovery, incredibly he attempts to resume, whereupon Jasmine uses the cane to slap away his hand.
“When I say so, you’ll finish. But first, Lady Constance wants to see you dance. Hands behind you.”
There is no choice but to comply and Jasmine secures his wrists in the cuffs and pulls his hands upwards where she connects them to the neck collar.
For the next thirty minutes, our entertaining young male does indeed dance. With Jasmine’s left hand controlling the cord and chain holding his neck collar, and her right briskly swinging the long cane through the air, Hollywood’s newest star comically dances with each stroke and each tug of the cord. He becomes a puppet, controlled by the puissant black nurse, responding with alacrity to her every command while she smilingly applies the instrument of pain.
There are moments when both feet briefly leave the pedestal, which serves to strengthen the lad’s erection.
Colorful welts form on the snow white shining skin and shrieks of agony seem to spur Jasmine to find untouched areas, including the bottom of the feet which are occasionally exposed with his gyrations.
Finally Jasmine pauses.
“Waggle for us.”
Adonis, having remained erect during the entire ritual, obediently makes his penis bob up and down. Lady Constance laughs.
“Bring him off, Jasmine. It’s time for dessert.”
Jasmine puts down the cane, ties off the neck cord and stands to the lad’s side. He is now held higher than before, and almost freely hanging by his neck. The tension on his spine further stiffens his erection. Jasmine strides back to the dark corner near the camera. She retrieves something, fidgets about the leather patch over her pubes, then returns. The spotlights bring into focus a well-lubricated rubber phallus. It is large and with suspicious bumps, and I wonder if included with the afternoon shaving and body scan was the fabrication of a custom made dildo.
Jasmine positions herself behind Adonis, carefully knocks on the door of his rear portal with the tip of the hideous rubber shaft, then uses her powerful right leg to slowly push the pedestal forward.
Adonis comically attempts to keep his toes on the wooden base, knowing that nothing else supports his weight except the neck collar. The huge dildo is not an acceptable replacement. But as the pedestal continues to move and his toes reach the edge, he realizes he will soon be impaled.
Jasmine grabs the neck cord in anticipation, then gives the pedestal a final kick. With a surprisingly loud cry, bringing Motamba from the kitchen, our Hollywood idol becomes a puppet, dangling from the neck collar and impaled on Jasmine’s phallus.
Jasmine pauses and laughs, as does Lady Constance. After a moment, she grasps for his amazingly stiff and purple erection in her right hand, begins pumping with her hips, and in a display of amazing strength, pulls on the cord with her left.
She toys. Stroking the engorged shaft. Gyrating her hips and with it the dildo. Cruelly pulling on the cord.
Judging from the exaggerated look of pleasure on Jasmine’s face, it is apparent that the phallus extends and deeply penetrates her sex as well. For without regard to Adonis, she pumps away and seems to gratuitously stroke his penis as an afterthought.