Mistress Jasmine made me a slave forever

Somehow I tried to escape my problems and started to fantasize about
meeting a shemale. Since our few parties I had grown fond of shemales
and I knew my wife had also taken a special liking to them. So I got
online and started searching for a beautiful Thai shemale. It didn't
take me long to find one and I visited her webpage. Her name was
Jasmine and she was a dominant. No, I thought to myself, a shemale
domina. No, I will try to find a willing girl. I kept searching but
either they lived too far away or didn't live up to my expectations.
So finally I went back to the dominant one. One day, after I had been
neglected once again by my wife, I took up all my courage and phoned
Domina Jasmine.

Her husky voice let me shudder. "Hello, is this Domina Jasmine?" I
asked rather lame. I was nervous as a wreck but was able to ask her
if we could meet.

"Tell me about yourself slave", she told me in a demanding tone,
"don't forget to call me Mistress Jasmine, understood slave?"

I swallowed hard but I managed to tell her who I was without telling
her my wife was the Ambassador. We set up a meeting at her place and
two days later I rang her bell.

The door wasn't opened by her but by a striking maid, dressed in a
French maids uniform. My eyes nearly popped. She ushered me in before
I could say a word. God, she was tall. In her five inch black heels
she towered over my 5"8 frame. Looking up at her she told me to
undress. "Mistress has ordered it." I must have looked dumbfounded
because when I didn't move she quickly walked to the door and opened
it. "If you don't do exactly as Mistress says you can leave but never
come back."

"Oh please. Don't . I do everything she wants", I squeaked out and
started to rip off my clothes in a hurry. She smiled at me. "Good
boy." When I was down to my underwear I stopped dead in my tracks
because I realized I still was wearing my red lacy panties I had put
on this morning. The maid looked me up and down, not discovering a
single hair, neither on my arms nor on my chest or legs. Once again
she smiled. "You will definitely do", she said.