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Ranma finds out Kasumi Secret	By : Darkangel23o Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. It is consider parody.

Chapter List
- 1-Hidden Secret
- 1
The humid air clung to Ranma's skin like a second layer as he slinked into the house, his school bag slumped over one shoulder. The quietness of the afternoon was a stark contrast to the chaotic schoolyard he'd just escaped. The usual cacophony of his family's activities was absent, leaving him with a sense of unease. His mind was racing, a pattern of thoughts about his latest school escapade.
"Kasumi?" he called out tentatively, his voice echoing through the empty hallway.
Her door, the one that was always a beacon of warmth and comfort, was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, expecting to find her in her usual apron, bustling around the kitchen. Instead, his eyes widened at the sight before him. Kasumi was standing in the middle of her room, clad in a full latex dominatrix outfit. The stark black material gleamed under the soft light, accentuating every curve and contour of her body. Her face was obscured by a crimson mask, leaving only her piercing eyes visible.
"Ranma!" she gasped, spinning around in surprise. Her hand flew to her chest, clutching at the heart-shaped neckline of the outfit. "What are you doing here?"
The color drained from Ranma's face as he stared, his mouth agape. "I... I skipped school," he mumbled, the words barely audible. "I didn't think anyone was home."
Kasumi took a deep breath, visibly calming herself. She stepped closer to him, the sound of her stiletto heels clicking against the floorboards. "I see," she said, her voice measured. "Well, you're home early. Did you get into trouble again?"
Ranma's gaze remained fixed on the outfit, his cheeks flushing. "What's with the... uh, the outfit?" He stuttered, trying to form coherent words.
Kasumi's eyes softened, and she offered a small smile. "It's for my part-time job, Ranma," she said, her voice gentle. "I've been working as an online dominatrix to support the family and save up for nursing school."
Ranma's mind reeled. He knew Kasumi was resourceful, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined. He tried to avert his gaze, but the allure of the outfit was too much. He felt a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment bubbling up inside him.
"You... you're a dominatrix?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.
Kasumi nodded, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Yes, Ranma. I know it's not what you expected, but it's a good way to make money without putting too much strain on everyone else."
Ranma stared at her, still trying to process the information. "How did you get into this?" he finally managed to ask.
Kasumi sat down gracefully on the edge of her bed, the latex squeaking faintly. "It all started a few months ago," she began, her voice a smooth purr. "I bumped into an old friend from school. She looked so successful and happy, and when I asked her how she managed it, she told me about her work as a dominatrix. She was supporting herself through college, and it sparked an interest in me."
Ranma's eyes remained glued to the floor, his mind racing with images of her in such a role. "So, you just... decided to become one?"
"It's not just about the money, Ranma," Kasumi said, her voice earnest. "I've always wanted to help people, to make a difference in their lives. Being a nurse is a way to do that, and this... this is just a means to an end."
Ranma nodded slowly, still processing. "But what if Soun or Akane found out?" he whispered, his eyes flicking up to meet hers briefly before darting away again.
Kasumi sighed, her expression a mix of amusement and understanding. "They wouldn't approve," she admitted. "But it's not their place to judge me for the choices I make for my future. And as for Nabiki, she's too busy with her own schemes to care about what I do in my spare time."
Ranma remained silent, his mind racing with questions he didn't dare ask. He tried to look away from the alluring figure before him, but his eyes kept darting back to the shiny black latex. Kasumi noticed his discomfort and took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm.
"Ranma, it's okay," she said, her voice soothing. "You can tell me if you're upset or if you have any questions."
Ranma's cheeks burned as he realized she'd noticed his arousal. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I... I'm fine, Kasumi," he lied, his voice strained.
Kasumi's gaze searched his, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "If you say so," she said, her tone filled with doubt. She paused for a moment, then leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "But if you're ever curious, I could use an extra pair of hands."
Ranma's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice strained.
Kasumi leaned back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, sometimes my clients want a more... interactive experience," she explained, her fingers tracing the leather whip coiled at her side. "And it's a lot of work. You could join me in one of my sessions, act as my servant. It's a high payout, and no one would ever know it was you."
Ranma's mind reeled. The thought of serving Kasumi in such a capacity was both thrilling and terrifying. "I don't know..." he began, his voice trailing off.
Kasumi leaned in closer, her black latex-gloved hand reaching up to gently cup his chin. "Think about it, Ranma," she whispered, her eyes holding his gaze. "This could be your ticket to freedom, to do whatever you want. You could go to college, start a dojo here, or money to start a new life away from the chaos here."
Her words resonated within him, and he found himself contemplating the offer. The thought of earning money was tempting. And if it meant helping Kasumi achieve her dreams, how could he refuse?
"But, I've never done anything like that before," Ranma protested weakly, his eyes still locked on hers.
Kasumi chuckled, the sound low and seductive. "That's why I'm here," she said, her grip on his chin tightening slightly. "I had a good teacher, and I can help you, too."
Ranma's eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions swirling within him. "But what if someone finds out?"
"They won't," Kasumi assured him, her voice a sultry purr. "You can join in your female form. It's the perfect disguise, and no one would ever suspect you."
Ranma's mind raced as he thought about the implications. He'd never been one to shy away from a challenge, and the prospect of helping Kasumi while indulging in a new experience was intriguing. Plus, the thought of earning money was too tempting to ignore.
"Okay," he murmured, swallowing hard. "I'll do it."
Kasumi's smile grew, and she leaned in to kiss his forehead. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with approval.
Ranma felt a jolt of electricity run through him, and his cheeks grew even hotter. He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this, but the prospect of being close to Kasumi in such an intimate setting was too tantalizing to resist. He tried to push the thought away, but it lingered like a forbidden fruit.
"Go to the bathroom and come back in your female form," Kasumi instructed, her voice firm but laced with a hint of amusement. "We'll start with something simple, so you can get used to it."
Ranma nodded, his heart hammering in his chest as he backed out of the room. He rushed to the bathroom, his thoughts a tumult of excitement and nerves. He'd never felt this way about Kasumi before, but the sight of her in that outfit had stirred something within him. He quickly splashed cold water on his face to cool down before transforming.
When he returned to Kasumi's room, she was sitting at her vanity, the same spot where she'd put on her makeup countless times before. But now, instead of her usual soft pastels, the table was adorned with dark eyeshadows, blood-red lipstick, and a black eyeliner that looked as sharp as a knife. Kasumi looked up as he entered, her gaze sweeping over his feminine form with a critical eye.
"Come here, Ranma," she said, her voice firm yet gentle. "Sit down."
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gestured to the chair in front of the vanity. She approached hesitantly, feeling the soft cushion beneath her as she sat down. The smell of leather and the faint scent of her perfume filled the room, making her heart race even faster.
Kasumi turned to her collection of makeup, her hands deftly picking out shades of foundation and blush that would perfectly match Ranma's feminine features. She began to apply the makeup with the precision of an artist, her brushes and sponges gliding over his skin with a gentle touch.
"Don't worry," she said with a wink, "Let me work my magic, and Nabiki won't even recognize you."
With a gentle touch, Kasumi began to apply the makeup. The feel of the brushes and sponges gliding over Ranma's skin was soothing yet electrifying. she watched in the mirror as she transformed her into a different person, her hands sure and confident. She painted his lips a soft pink, a stark contrast to the severe black of her own, and applied a blush that made her cheeks look like they were kissed by a summer's day.
Next, she pulled out a blonde wig from her closet, the hair long and wavy. "This will complete the look," she said, placing it carefully on Ranma's head. She watched in amazement as her reflection changed before his eyes. The wig was so realistic, it was as if he was looking at a stranger. "Now, let's get you dressed," she said, her voice filled with excitement.
Kasumi handed him a latex maid outfit, the same shade of black as hers. Ranma's eyes widened as he took in the tight corset, the frilly skirt, and the stockings. "I... I'm not sure about this," she murmured, his voice filled with uncertainty.
"Don't be shy, Ranma," Kasumi said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're going to make the perfect servant." She stepped closer, her latex-covered body brushing against his. "Besides," she whispered, "it's just a bit of fun. And think of the money we'll make."
Her words sent a thrill through him, and she found herself nodding despite his apprehension. She took the outfit from her and began to change, the latex feeling foreign and tight against hier skin. The corset was a struggle, but Kasumi was there to help, her deft hands lacing it up tightly.
"Good girl," Kasumi murmured as she finished tying the corset, her breath warm against Ranma's ear. He shivered, the words sending a strange sensation through her body.
"Now for the shoes," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She knelt down in front of him, her own heels making her tower over her. "These are a bit tricky, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."
Ranma looked down at the high-heeled shoes in front of her, feeling a mix of trepidation and anticipation. She’d never worn anything like this before, but Kasumi's confidence was infectious. She took her foot and gently guided it into the shoe, her hand lingering a moment too long as she secured the strap. The leather was cold against her skin, but the fit was surprisingly comfortable.
"Now, let's add the finishing touch," Kasumi said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She pulled out a latex apron from her drawer and held it up against Ranma's chest. "This will cover your skirt and give you that extra bit of... professionalism."
Ranma looked at herself in the mirror, taking in the transformation. The blonde wig fell in soft waves around her shoulders, the makeup giving her a doll-like innocence that was both alluring and unsettling. The black maid's outfit clung to her curves, and the high-heeled shoes made her legs look impossibly long. She felt a mix of embarrassment and a strange sense of submission .
Kasumi noticed her nervousness and took out a bottle of latex polish from her drawer. "You're almost ready," she said, her voice soothing. "But first, let's make sure your outfit is as shiny as possible."
Ranma nodded, watching as Kasumi dipped a small rag into the bottle, the polish glistening like oil. She began to rub it over the latex, starting with the shoulders and working her way down the arms. The fabric grew slick and reflective under her ministrations, the smell of the polish mingling with the scent of rubber.
As she reached the skirt, Kasumi bent down, her own breasts straining against the latex of her outfit. She took her time, her hand lingering over Ranma's thighs, her eyes never leaving the mirror. The polish made a soft, sensuous sound as it slid over the material, and Ranma could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.
When Kasumi's hand moved to the back, she couldn't help but gasp as her palm brushed against her buttocks. Kasumi's eyes flicked up to meet hers in the mirror, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "I'm just making sure it's perfect," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.
Ranma's heart raced as Kasumi's hand lingered, her fingers tracing the curve of her backside with the polish-covered rag. The sensation was strange, yet oddly comforting, as if she was being cared for in a way she'd never experienced before. She felt a warmth spread through her body, the polish gliding over the latex like a lover's caress.
When Kasumi moved around to the front, her eyes locked onto Ranma's in the mirror, her gaze intense. With a gentle touch, she began to polish the bodice of the outfit, her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles. Ranma could feel her breath hitch as Kasumi's hand grazed over her chest, the polish leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Her nipples grew hard, pressing against the tight fabric, and she couldn't help but gasp as Kasumi's touch grew firmer, her movements more deliberate.
The sound of the polish being applied to the latex was hypnotizing, a soft, rhythmic noise that filled the room. Kasumi's eyes never left hers in the mirror, the tension between them palpable. Ranma felt a shiver run down her spine as Kasumi leaned in closer, her breath hot against her neck.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me, Ranma?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.
Ranma nodded, her eyes never leaving Kasumi's in the mirror. "Yes, Kasumi," she murmured, the words sounding strange and submissive in her own ears.
Kasumi stepped back, her gaze sweeping over Ranma's outfit with satisfaction. "Good," she said, her voice firm. "Now, let's get to work. I need you to polish my outfit. Every inch of it must be gleaming."
Ranma took the bottle of polish from her hand, her own shaking slightly. She began to rub it over Kasumi's outfit, her touch tentative at first. But as she worked, she found herself getting into the rhythm, her movements growing more confident. The black latex shone under her touch, and she couldn't help but admire the way it clung to Kasumi's body.
Kasumi watched her in the mirror, a pleased smile playing on her lips. "That's it," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Ranma's reflection. "You're a natural."
But as Ranma reached Kasumi's chest, her hand hovered for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. The latex was stretched taut over her breasts, and the thought of touching her in such an intimate way was both thrilling and terrifying. Kasumi noticed her hesitation and leaned back slightly, giving her better access.
"Don't be shy, Ranma," she said, her voice playful yet demanding. "I told you, every spot must be gleaming."
With a deep breath, Ranma's hand made contact with the latex, her heart racing as she began to rub the polish in gentle circles over Kasumi's chest. The material was warm from her body heat, and the intimate act made her palms sweat. Kasumi's eyes never left the mirror, watching Ranma's every move with a curious gaze.
"Harder," she instructed, her voice firm but not unkind. "Just like that."
Ranma's hand moved with more pressure, the polish spreading evenly over the shiny fabric. Her breath hitched as she felt the heat radiating from Kasumi's body, the closeness of their forms almost too much to handle. Kasumi's eyes never left the mirror, watching Ranma's every move with a sense of satisfaction.
"Very good," she said, her voice a purr. "Now, let's go over the rules for our little arrangement." She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against Ranma's arm. "Number one, during our sessions, you will address me as Mistress Jasmine, or simply Mistress."
Ranma's eyes darted to Kasumi's, then back to the mirror. "Mistress," she murmured, the word foreign on her lips.
Kasumi's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good girl," she said, patting Ranma's cheek gently. "Now, the second rule: you will follow my commands without question. Do you understand?"
Ranma nodded, her heart racing as she knelt beside Kasumi's chair, her knees sinking into the plush carpet. The position was submissive, yet it felt oddly right. Kasumi's hand rested on her head, the leather of her glove cool and smooth against her hair. "Yes, Mistress," she murmured, the words coming more naturally now.
"Remember, Ranma," Kasumi said, her voice serious. "The identity of us, or any of my cam customers, must always remain a secret. This is our world, and no one else's."
Ranma nodded, her heart thudding in her chest. "Yes, Mistress," she replied, the new title feeling both strange and thrilling.
"Good," Kasumi said, her voice still soft yet firm. "Now, I want you to choose a safe word. If at any point during our sessions you become uncomfortable or want to stop, you just say it, and everything will come to a halt."
Ranma swallowed hard, trying to think of a word that would signal her distress without giving away their secret. "Um, how about 'pickles'?" she suggested, her voice a little shaky.
Kasumi raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. "Pickles? That's your safe word?" she said, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Alright, if that makes you feel comfortable, then it's your word."
Ranma felt a mix of relief and anticipation as she continued to kneel before Kasumi. "Do I... do anything else, Mistress?" she asked, her voice small and unsure.
Kasumi's eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned down, her breath hot against Ranma's ear. "Yes, my dear," she whispered. "During our sessions, you will need a new name. Something that suits your role as my devoted servant."
Ranma felt a thrill of excitement mixed with nerves. "What... what should I be called?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kasumi tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes scanning Ranma's transformed figure. "Hmm," she mused. "How about... Amy?"
Ranma nodded, the name feeling like a mask she could hide behind. "Okay, Mistress," she murmured.
Kasumi leaned back in her chair, her gaze lingering on Ranma's submissive posture. "Amy," she said, testing the name. "It suits you."
Ranma nodded, feeling a strange thrill at the sound of her new identity. "Thank you, Mistress," she replied, her voice soft and obedient.
Kasumi leaned in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, my dear Amy," she began, her voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "I need to prepare you for what you might see. Some of my clients have... unique tastes, and their demands can be quite peculiar. But no matter what happens, you must never break character. Understood?"
Ranma nodded, her heart racing. "Yes, Mistress," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The thought of what they might encounter in the world of online domination was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Kasumi, now Mistress Jasmine, walked over to her laptop, the sound of her high heels clicking against the floor. She sat down gracefully on the chair, the leather squeaking slightly under her weight. With a few deft clicks, she opened the platform, the screen filling with various chats and profiles.
Her eyes scanned the room, ensuring that the camera was angled just right to capture the entire scene. She wanted to make sure that Ranma, now known as Amy, was visible from all angles, a perfect addition to her dominatrix persona. She leaned in, adjusting the webcam slightly, making sure it captured the full grandeur of her latex-clad body.
Kasumi checked the microphone, her voice echoing in the room as she spoke a few words to test the sound. Satisfied, she turned back to Ranma, who was still kneeling on the floor, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Good," she said, her voice firm. "Now, remember, no matter what happens, you are my servant. You will do as I say, without question. Do you understand?"
Ranma, now fully immersed in her role as Amy, nodded. "Yes, Mistress," she murmured, her voice soft and submissive.
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Ranma's. "Good," she said, her voice a low purr. "Now, let's get started."
The first client of the evening was a regular, a man who went by the screen name "Sir Porky." He was a middle-aged, overweight man with a penchant for humiliation and financial domination. Kasumi had built a strong relationship with him over the months, one that was as much about psychological control as it was about physical appearance.
Mistress Jasmine turned to Ranma, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Remember, Amy," she whispered, "just follow my lead. Right now I just want you to watch”
The screen flickered to life, revealing the eager face of Sir Porky. His round cheeks were flushed with anticipation, his beady eyes scanning the room. "Mistress Jasmine," he greeted, his voice a mix of awe and lust.
Kasumi's smile grew cold as she looked at Sir Porky. "Look at you," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're such a slob, still not following my orders. Did you not diet and exercise as I demanded?"
Sir Porky's face fell, his cheeks growing redder. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he stuttered. "I'll do better."
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew colder, and she gestured to Ranma. "Look what I've brought for you tonight," she said, her voice like silk. "A new toy, fresh and eager to serve. But it seems you don't deserve a reward after all. Instead, you'll be the one getting punished
."
Ranma, now fully in character as Amy, watched with a mix of horror and fascination as Kasumi began to belittle Sir Porky. His face grew more and more pathetic with each insult, his posture slumping as he took the abuse.
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, one hand toying with a riding crop. "Tell me, Sir Porky," she said, her voice taunting. "What do you think you've done to deserve my attention and forgiveness ?"
Sir Porky's eyes locked on to Kasumi, then back to the screen. "I-I'll do anything, Mistress," he stuttered. "I'll be good, I promise."
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew colder. "Anything?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Very well. I want you to transfer your entire paycheck to me. That's your penance for your failure."
Sir Porky's eyes widened in shock, but he nodded quickly. "Yes, Mistress. I'll do it right away."
Ranma watched as Kasumi's expression grew even more dominant, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Good," she said, her voice a low purr. "But that's not all. I want you to go to the kitchen and bring back the largest onion you can find."
Sir Porky's face fell, but he didn't protest. He simply nodded and disappeared from the screen, his heavy footsteps echoing through the room. Ranma remained kneeling, her heart racing as she tried to process the situation.
When Sir Porky returned, his cheeks were flushed and he was panting slightly, holding a massive onion in both hands. He set it down on the floor before the camera, his eyes never leaving Mistress Jasmine's. "Here it is, Mistress," he said, his voice small.
Mistress Jasmine looked at the onion, then back to Sir Porky. "Very well," she said, her voice still cold. "Now, I want you to eat it. Every single bite, until it's gone."
Sir Porky's eyes widened in horror, but he didn't argue. He picked up the onion and took a bite, his face contorting in pain as the harsh flavor filled his mouth. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he chewed and swallowed, his throat working hard to keep down the taste.
Ranma watched, her own eyes wide in shock. She'd never seen Kasumi like this before, so in control, so powerful. It was intoxicating. And as much as she knew she should be repulsed by the scene playing out in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a strange thrill, her heart racing as she watched the man's humiliation.
Mistress Jasmine leaned in closer to the camera, her eyes narrowing. "Slower," she ordered. "I want to see your pathetic attempts to swallow every piece."
Sir Porky nodded, his eyes watering as he took another bite. The sound of his chewing filled the room, the scent of onion growing stronger with each passing second. Ranma felt a mix of pity and arousal, the sight of his submission strangely erotic.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes never left the screen, her gaze unwavering as she watched him suffer. She knew just how to push his buttons, just how to keep him coming back for more. And with every bite he took, the power dynamic in the room grew stronger, more pronounced.
Ranma felt a strange sense of awe and horror as she watched. Kasumi had become someone else entirely, someone so powerful and commanding that she couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Her heart was racing, her palms sweaty, but she remained kneeling, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Sir Porky took another bite, his face a mask of agony as the onion burned his eyes and throat. Yet, he never once took his gaze off Mistress Jasmine, as if seeking her approval through his suffering. It was a bizarre dance of power and submission that Ranma had never witnessed before.
As the onion dwindled, Mistress Jasmine's voice grew softer, more coaxing. "Good boy," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Almost there."
Sir Porky took the final bite, his body trembling with the effort of swallowing. He looked up at the camera, his eyes pleading for relief. Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Very good," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, I believe you owe me for the pleasure of watching your pathetic display."
Ranma watched as Kasumi's hand slid into view, typing away at the keyboard. A moment later, a notification chimed, and Mistress Jasmine leaned in to check the amount. Her smile grew wider as she saw the transfer from Sir Porky's account. "Ah, your payment," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How... generous of you."
With a click, she opened the chat window. "Thank you for your... donation," she said, her tone mocking. "Your suffering has been most entertaining. Now, if you're a good boy, I might just consider letting you back into my good graces. But for now, I have other matters to attend to."
Sir Porky nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, his voice hoarse from the onion.
Mistress Jasmine leaned in, her voice a whisper. "You're welcome," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Now, go clean up and think about what you've done. And remember, every time you take a bite of food, you'll think of me."
With that, she reached over and ended the call, the screen going dark. Sir Porky's obedience was palpable, even through the digital barrier. Kasumi turned to Ranma, her smile softening. "Good job, Amy," she said, her voice gentle. "You did well."
Ranma looked up at her, still in shock. "What... what just happened?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Kasumi's smile was gentle as she leaned down to help Ranma to her feet. "You saw a glimpse of the world we're in, Amy," she said, her voice soothing. "It's all about power and control. And tonight, you got to see just how good I am at it."
Ranma nodded, her mind racing with the implications of what she'd just witnessed. "It's... intense," she murmured, her eyes still wide with shock.
Kasumi chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Intense is just the beginning," she said, her voice a low purr. "But don't worry, I'll be there to guide you through it all."
With that, she turned back to the laptop, her fingers dancing over the keys as she set up the next session. "Now, my dear Amy," she said, her tone businesslike once again. "Our next client is going to be a bit more... interactive. But fear not, it's nothing to crazy. I think it’s something you might find somewhat interesting ."
Ranma nodded, still trying to process what she'd just seen. "Okay, Mistress," she said, her voice a little shaky.
The next client was a young man, probably in his early twenties, with a shy demeanor. He was dressed casually in a pair of faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt, his hair a mess from what seemed like a long day of work. His screen name was "Tim2357."
Mistress Jasmine's demeanor shifted, her voice taking on a softer, more coaxing tone as she greeted him. "Welcome, Tim," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief “or should I say Tammy??"
Tim's face flushed a deep shade of red, his eyes darting to the side of the screen. "M-Mistress Jasmine," he stuttered, his voice high-pitched and nervous. "You remembered."
Mistress Jasmine leaned closer, her smile predatory. "Of course, my dear Tim," she said, her voice a caress. "How could I forget my sweet little Tammy?"
Tim swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, his eyes downcast.
Mistress Jasmine's gaze remained on him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, Tim," she said, her voice a gentle command. "I want you to show me what you're wearing under those clothes."
Tim looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. With trembling hands, he began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving the screen. As he peeled back the fabric, it revealed his bare chest, a stark contrast to the innocent blush that still lingered on his cheeks.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes remained locked on his, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Good boy," she murmured. "Now, let's see what you've got for me."
Tim's hands shook as he pulled down his jeans, revealing the bright pink panties that clung to his hips. The fabric was lacy and delicate, a stark contrast to his muscular legs. His cheeks burned even hotter, but he didn't protest, instead letting the fabric fall to his ankles.
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew wider as she took in the sight. "Very good, Tim," she said, her voice a warm purr. "Now, I want you to tell me, how does it feel to be my little Tammy?"
Tim's voice was barely a whisper. "It... it feels good, Mistress," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's what I want to be."
Mistress Jasmine nodded, her smile growing. "I'm sure it does," she said, her voice a gentle coo. "Now, I'd like you to meet my new servant, Amy."
Tim's eyes flicked to Ranma, his gaze lingering on her submissive pose. He licked his lips, his cheeks growing even redder. "Hello, Amy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Mistress Jasmine turned to Ranma, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Tim here is one of my favorite clients," she said, her voice a soft purr. "He enjoys transforming into Tammy. Don't you, Tim?"
Tim nodded, his eyes still glued to Ranma. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured, his voice filled with longing. "It's all I think about."
Mistress Jasmine's gaze shifted to Ranma, her eyes alight with a mischievous glint. "Amy," she said, her voice a soft command. "Stand up and show Tim what a good little servant you are."
Ranma, still in shock from seeing a man wearing panties, hesitantly rose to her feet. The latex maid outfit clung to her curves, the apron hiding nothing. She felt the weight of Tim's gaze on her, and a thrill of something she couldn't quite identify shot through her. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.
Mistress Jasmine's voice was like a velvet whip, guiding her through the next steps. "Amy, come closer to the camera," she instructed. "Let Tim see how beautifully you outfit is."
Ranma took a deep breath and stepped closer to the camera, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel Tim's eyes on her, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. She had never felt so exposed before, not even when she had transformed into a girl. The latex clung to her in a way that was both restrictive and sensual, highlighting every curve and making her feel more vulnerable than ever.
Mistress Jasmine's voice was a gentle command. "Now, Tim," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I think it's time for you to take the next step. Would you like to become my maid, like Amy here?"
Tim's eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly. "Y-yes, Mistress," he stuttered, his voice a high-pitched whine. "I'd love to be your maid."
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew wider. "Excellent," she said, her voice a warm caress. "But first, I need to make sure you're dressed appropriately. Do you have any heels, Tim?"
Tim nodded, his eyes never leaving Ranma's form. "Yes, Mistress," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves. "I have a pair of my mother's old heels."
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew even wider. "Perfect," she said, her voice a low purr. "Why don't you go get them, Tim?"
Tim nodded, his eyes still glued to Ranma. He turned off the camera before scurrying off to his room, his mind racing with excitement. Ranma watched him go, feeling a strange mix of pity and fascination. She had never seen anyone so eager to submit before.
Mistress Jasmine's gaze shifted to Ranma, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Looks like you've got some competition, Amy," she said, her voice a soft tease. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're both properly trained."
Ranma, still feeling the weight of the situation, nodded her head. "Yes, Mistress," she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady.
Tim returned to the camera, his mother's heels in hand. They were a shiny red, with a thin 4 inch heel. His hands trembled as he held them up for Mistress Jasmine's inspection.
"Very good, Tim," she said, her voice filled with approval. "Now, put them on."
Tim nodded, his hands shaking as he slipped his feet into the heels. He wobbled slightly, unaccustomed to the height and discomfort, but his determination was clear. He looked up at the camera, his eyes pleading for Mistress Jasmine's praise.
Mistress Jasmine's gaze was sharp as she took in the sight of Tim in the high heels. "Very good, Tammy," she said, her voice filled with approval. "Now, watch me, both of you."
Kasumi stood up from her chair, the latex of her dominatrix outfit stretching and clinging to her body as she moved. She began to walk back and forth in front of the camera, her movements fluid and graceful despite the high heels she wore. Her hips swayed with an exaggerated grace, her shoulders back and chest out. It was a performance, a dance of power and allure that Ranma couldn't help but be drawn to.
"Now, Tammy," Mistress Jasmine said, her voice a soft command. "I want you to walk for me. Show me how well you can move in those heels."
Tim took a deep breath, his gaze still on Mistress Jasmine. He nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. He stood up, his legs wobbling slightly as he took his first steps in the high heels. He moved closer to the camera, his face a mask of concentration as he tried to mimic the graceful movements he'd just seen.
Mistress Jasmine watched him with a critical eye, her lips curving into a smile. "Good," she said, her voice a warm purr. "But you need to work on your posture, Tammy. You're a girl now, not a clumsy little boy. Stand up straight, shoulders back, chest out. That's it."
Tim nodded, his movements becoming more deliberate as he tried to emulate Kasumi's grace. Ranma couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride watching him. Despite the bizarre circumstances, she found herself rooting for him, hoping he'd impress their Mistress.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes narrowed, watching Tim's every move. "Again," she said, her voice firm but not unkind. "And this time, with confidence. You're a beautiful maid, Tammy. Show me."
Tim took a deep breath and started walking again, his steps more deliberate and sure. The heels clicked against the floor, a rhythmic sound that seemed to echo through the room. His posture improved, his shoulders pulled back and his chest thrust out. He moved with a newfound grace, each step a declaration of his submission.
Mistress Jasmine watched him intently, her eyes never leaving his face. "Very good, Tammy," she said, her voice filled with approval. "Now, I want you to tell me how it feels."
Tim looked up at her, his eyes wide with excitement. "It... it feels amazing, Mistress," he murmured, his voice shaking slightly. "I feel so... so pretty."
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew even wider, and she turned to Ranma. "Your turn, Amy," she said, her voice a gentle command. "Show Tammy how it's done."
Ranma took a deep breath, steeling herself. She knew she had to play along, had to maintain her role as the obedient servant. She stood up, her own heels clicking against the floor as she began to walk. The latex outfit made every movement feel both restrictive and sensual, the material gliding against her skin with every step. She tried to copy Kasumi's grace, her hips swaying and her shoulders back.
But she couldn't quite match it. Her steps were too quick, too jerky. She could feel the tension in her muscles, the effort it took to balance in the unfamiliar shoes. Kasumi's gaze remained on her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Slow down, Amy," she said, her voice still gentle but with a hint of mockery. "You're not in a race."
Tim watched with wide eyes as Ranma stumbled slightly, a blush creeping up her neck. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was doing better than her. But his gaze was drawn back to Mistress Jasmine, his heart racing at the sight of her.
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew, a hint of teasing in her eyes. "Tammy," she said, her voice a soft purr. "You're doing so much better than Amy here. Maybe she needs a little... motivation."
Tim's gaze flicked to Ranma, his expression filled with a mix of amusement and excitement. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured, his voice eager.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes gleamed as she turned to Ranma. "Isn't that right, Amy?" she said, her voice filled with a hint of challenge. "Tammy is doing so much better than you. Perhaps you need a little... incentive."
Ranma felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She knew Kasumi was teasing her, pushing her boundaries to see how far she could go. But she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the thought of competing with Tim, of showing that she could be just as graceful and obedient as he was.
Determined not to be outdone, Ranma took a deep breath and focused on her steps. She forced herself to slow down, to glide rather than stumble. She watched Mistress Jasmine's every move, mimicking her poise and elegance. The latex outfit felt like a second skin, hugging her curves and making her feel both powerful and vulnerable.
Mistress Jasmine nodded, her smile growing. "Much better, Amy," she said, her voice a warm purr. "Now, I want both of you to curtsy for me."
Tim's eyes lit up with excitement, and he immediately dropped into a deep, elegant curtsy. He looked up at Mistress Jasmine with a hopeful expression, eager for her praise.
Ranma's competitive spirit flared, and she didn't want to be outdone by this strange, eager young man. She took a deep breath and focused, trying to ignore the heat that was building in her cheeks. With a swift movement, she lowered herself into a perfect curtsy, her skirt flaring out around her.
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew. "Very good, my dears," she said, her voice a warm purr. "But I think we can do better."
Tim's eyes lit up with excitement, and he straightened up, eager for the next challenge. Ranma took a deep breath, her heart racing. She had never felt this way before, this strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.
Mistress Jasmine stepped closer to the camera, her eyes shifting between the two of them. "Now, I want you both to do a little twirl," she said, her voice a soft command. "Show me how graceful my little maids can be."
Tim's excitement was palpable as he spun around in his heels and panties. Ranma watched him, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and admiration. He was so eager to please, so willing to submit. It was a stark contrast to her own reluctance, and she found herself wanting to match his enthusiasm.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes narrowed, watching them both. "Very good," she said, her voice a gentle praise. "But we're not quite there yet. I want you to both do it again, but this time, with feeling."
Ranma took a deep breath, trying to push down the strange emotions that were swirling inside her. She didn't want to be outdone by Tim, didn't want to be the one who disappointed their Mistress. With a determined look, she spun around, her skirt fluttering around her. This time, she didn't just go through the motions. She put her heart into it, letting the role of the submissive maid take over.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "Much better, Amy," she said, her voice filled with approval. "You're really getting the hang of this."
Tim watched Ranma with a mix of awe and envy. He had never seen anyone move with such grace, especially not in the short time that they'd been practicing. He felt a strange kinship with her, a shared experience of discovery and growth in this new, uncharted territory of submission.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she assessed her pupils. "Very good, my lovelies," she said, her voice a warm purr. "But remember, there's always room for improvement."
Tim and Ranma nodded in unison, their breaths coming a little quicker than before. The intensity of the situation was not lost on either of them. Ranma couldn't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment, despite the absurdity of it all. She had never felt so... alive, so present in the moment. It was as if the role of Amy had unlocked something within her, something that she hadn't even known existed.
Mistress Jasmine's gaze shifted to Tim, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "Tammy," she said, her voice a soft purr. "I think it's time for your first real task."
Tim's heart skipped a beat, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured, his voice eager.
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her smile smug. "Good," she said, her voice a soft purr. "I expect to see you both in proper attire at our next session. And, Tim," she added, her gaze sharpening. "I want you to wear panties every day until then. It'll help you get used to the feeling, and it'll make our sessions even more... enjoyable."
Tim nodded eagerly, his cheeks flushing even deeper. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes turned to Ranma, the mischief in them growing. "And Amy," she said, her voice a soft command. "I expect you to practice your curtsy and your walk. I want you both to be perfect little maids for me."
Ranma nodded, her heart racing. She could feel the thrill of the challenge, the need to please Kasumi. It was strange, but she found herself eager to prove herself in this bizarre role. "Yes, Mistress," she murmured, her voice a soft promise.
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Ranma's. "Good," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "Now, go and prepare for your next lesson. I'll be watching."
Tim looked up at her with a mix of excitement and fear, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, his voice a tremble of gratitude. "For... for everything."
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable behind the mask of dominance she wore. "You're welcome, Tammy," she said, her voice a gentle caress. "Remember, our sessions are about growth and exploration. Always push yourself, but never forget your limits."
Tim nodded, his eyes still shimmering with emotion. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured, his voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose. "I won't disappoint you."
The screen went dark as the call ended, leaving Ranma and Kasumi in the quiet of the room. The heavy silence was filled with the echoes of the session, the tension still palpable in the air. Kasumi turned to Ranma, her expression thoughtful as she studied ranma’s reaction.
Ranma took a deep breath, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her. The feeling of powerlessness was unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant. "Well, that was... interesting," she said, her voice a mix of bewilderment and arousal.
Kasumi turned to her, her expression unreadable. "How did you find it, Amy?" she asked, her voice a soft purr.
Ranma swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "It was... different," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "But I liked the challenge."
Kasumi's smile grew wider. "I knew you would," she said, her voice a warm purr. "There's something about giving up control that can be incredibly freeing, isn't there?"
Ranma nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the excitement of the session. "I guess so," she murmured, her voice still a little shaky. "But I never thought guys would be into this."
Kasumi chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "The world is full of surprises, isn't it?" she said, her voice a gentle tease. "But remember, this is just a way for people to find a release from the stress of life, a way for people to explore their fantasies. It's all about consent and making sure everyone is comfortable."
Ranma nodded, still trying to wrap her head around the idea of Tim eagerly embracing his submissive side. "I guess," she said, her voice a little uncertain. "But it's still weird to think about."
Kasumi's eyes held a gentle understanding. "It can be," she admitted. "But everyone has their own path to walk, and their own kinks to explore. Just remember, as long as it's safe, sane, and consensual, there's nothing wrong with it."
Ranma nodded, her thoughts swirling. She couldn't help but feel a strange kinship with Tim, a shared secret that bound them together in a way she hadn't anticipated. She looked down at her own outfit, the latex clinging to her in a way that was both uncomfortable and thrilling. "So, what's next?" she asked, her voice a little breathless.
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew even wider. "Well, Amy," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "I think it's time for you to experience the full spectrum of our sessions. I want you to join me for an open session."
Ranma's eyes widened. "An open session?" she echoed, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves. "What does that mean?"
Mistress Jasmine's smile was knowing. "It means that anyone who's interested can join our little... party," she said, her voice a warm purr. "It's a great way to meet new people, to explore new dynamics and desires."
Ranma felt a thrill of excitement and fear at the thought. "But... but what if someone we know sees us?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.
Mistress Jasmine's smile was reassuring. "Don't worry, Amy," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "You're in my hands now. No one recognizes us."
Ranma took a deep breath and forced herself to walk over to Kasumi, her steps more deliberate and graceful than before. Each step in the high heels was a small victory, a testament to her growing confidence. She knelt beside Kasumi, her knees pressing into the plush carpet, the latex of her outfit stretching and shifting with her movements. She could feel her heart racing, her mind a whirlwind of anticipation and anxiety.
Mistress Jasmine reached out a hand, her fingers trailing lightly over Ranma's cheek. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a warm caress. "You're learning so quickly."
The screen flickered to life, the chat room filling with a flurry of messages as the live stream began. At first, the room was slow, the only sound the occasional click of a keyboard as new users entered and left. Kasumi's smile grew a little sharper, a hint of impatience in her eyes. "Welcome, my lovelies," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "What do we have here?"
Her gaze swept over the few users who had gathered, and she let out a sigh. "So few to play with," she said, a hint of mock disappointment in her voice. "But I suppose we'll have to make do."
The chat room remained mostly silent, the occasional user typing in a greeting or question. Kasumi's eyes narrowed, and she leaned in closer to the camera. "What's the matter?" she said, her voice a sharp snap. "Are you all too scared to come out and play?"
Ranma watched from the side, her heart racing as she tried to ignore the way the latex hugged her body, the way it made her feel so exposed and vulnerable. She could see the hunger in Mistress Jasmine's eyes, the desire to dominate, to push people to their limits. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"You pathetic excuses for humans," Kasumi's voice was harsh, her words a slap in the face to the silent audience. "Can't even say hello to your Mistress? What a bunch of sissies."
The chat began to light up as a few brave souls typed out greetings, hoping to catch her attention. The donations grew from a trickle to a steady flow as users competed for her approval. Ranma watched the screen, her heart racing as the numbers grew. Some of the messages grew more explicit, mentioning the hot maid and detailing their fantasies. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she tried to shrink away from the camera's gaze.
Mistress Jasmine noticed Ranma's discomfort and decided to take the heat off her. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes cold and dismissive as she scanned the room. "You all bore me," she said, her voice filled with contempt. "You call yourselves submissives, yet you can't even greet your Mistress properly. You're not worthy of my time."
The chat room grew quiet, the users' enthusiasm dampened by her words. Kasumi's eyes glinted with amusement as she reached for the keyboard, her fingers flying over the keys. "Let's find someone who knows how to show respect," she murmured, her gaze flicking to Ranma
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Suddenly, a message from a user named 'PetitePixie' caught Kasumi's eye. "Mistress Jasmine," it read, "I've been searching for a true Domme who can help me find release. I'm willing to pay handsomely for a private session. Would you consider a JOI?"
Kasumi's smile grew, and she sent a private invite with the cost per minute rate. To Ranma's surprise, PetitePixie accepted almost immediately. "Looks like we have our first participant," she said, her voice a warm purr. "And she's quite eager."
The young girl with bright blue pixie hair appeared on the screen, her eyes wide and eager. "Hello, Mistress," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper.
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew even wider as she leaned back in her chair, her fingers toying with the edge of her latex corset. "Ah, PetitePixie," she said, her voice a warm purr. "So, what brings you to my domain?"
The girl on the screen, PetitePixie, blushed prettily, her hands fidgeting with the collar of her shirt. "I-I've been looking for someone like you, Mistress," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to serve you, to do whatever you say."
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew more predatory, her eyes gleaming with interest. "Ah, so eager," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "But I need to know who my little servant is. What's your name?"
PetitePixie swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to Ranma for a brief moment before returning to the camera. "My name is Luna," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper.
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew, her eyes filled with a predatory glint. "Luna," she repeated, savoring the name. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. But remember, in here, you're not just Luna. You're my pet, my servant. Do you understand?"
Luna nodded, her cheeks flushing even more. "Yes, Mistress," she murmured, her voice shaking with nerves.
Mistress Jasmine leaned forward, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Good girl," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "Now, I want you to strip for me, Luna. Slowly."
Luna's eyes widened, and she looked over at Ranma, who was kneeling beside her. Ranma felt a strange thrill at the idea of watching someone else be humiliated and dominated, and she nodded encouragingly. With trembling hands, Luna began to unbutton her shirt, her eyes never leaving Mistress Jasmine's face.
The shirt slipped off her shoulders, revealing a simple white bra. Her skin was pale, her breasts small and pert. Mistress Jasmine's eyes took in every inch of her, her gaze raking over Luna's body with a sense of ownership. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a warm purr. "Now, the bra. I want to see your pretty little tits."
Luna's hands trembled as she reached behind her back to unclasp the bra. It fell away, revealing two pierced nipples, each adorned with a small, gleaming ring. Kasumi's eyebrows shot up, and she couldn't help but smirk. "Well, well," she said, her voice a teasing purr. "Looks like someone's been hiding their kinky side."
Ranma's gaze was glued to the screen, her own chest tightening with a mix of curiosity and arousal. She had never seen anything like this before, and she couldn't help but wonder why someone would choose to pierce such a sensitive part of their body. It was strange, but also incredibly erotic. The thought of the pain and the pleasure it must bring sent a shiver down her spine.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes gleamed as she took in Luna's bare chest. "Very nice," she said, her voice a warm purr. "Now, let's see the rest of you."
Luna's breath hitched as she reached for the zipper of her skirt. With shaking hands, she slowly pulled it down, revealing a pair of black lacy panties. Kasumi leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving the screen as Luna stepped out of her skirt, leaving her in just her panties and stockings. "Good girl," she said, her voice a gentle praise. "You're doing so well."
Luna looked down at her trembling hands, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "Thank you, Mistress," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper.
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Luna's body. "Now, I want you to remove your panties," she said, her voice a gentle command. "But leave your stockings on."
Luna's trembling grew more pronounced as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. The fabric slid over her hips, revealing the smooth, shaved skin of her mound. Ranma felt a strange sense of anticipation, her eyes glued to the screen.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes gleamed with approval. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice a warm purr. "You're such a good little slut."
Luna's face flushed with the praise, and she managed a shy smile. "Thank you, Mistress," she said, her voice growing a little stronger.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes flicked to Ranma, the corners of her mouth quirking up in a smug smile. "Would you like to see my servant strip for you, Luna?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.
Luna's eyes went wide with shock, but there was an undeniable spark of interest in them. "Y-yes, Mistress," she stuttered, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good girl," she said, her voice a warm purr. "Amy, stand up and remove your apron."
Ranma felt a jolt of shock, her mind racing. She hadn't expected Kasumi to involve her, but she knew she couldn't back down now. With trembling hands, she untied the apron strings and let it fall to the floor. Luna's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Ranma in her full maid outfit, the latex hugging her curves and the frilly panties peeking out beneath the short skirt.
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew even more smug as she watched Luna's reaction. "Now, Luna," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "I want you to tell me what you think of my little servant."
Luna's eyes roved over Ranma, her voice thick with desire. "She's... she's beautiful, Mistress," she murmured, her eyes wide with awe.
Ranma felt a strange mix of embarrassment and pride. It was odd to be ogled by someone they had just met, but the power dynamics at play were intoxicating. She knew she had to maintain her role, so she offered a shy smile, her eyes cast down in submission.
Mistress Jasmine nodded in approval. "Good girl," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "Now, Amy, I want you to stand up and remove your outfit for Luna. Show her what a good little maid you are."
Ranma's heart raced as she stood up, her legs wobbling slightly in the high heels. She reached for the zipper at the back of her neck, feeling the tension in the room as Luna watched her every move. With a deep breath, she began to slowly unzip the latex, the sound echoing through the quiet room. As the material parted, she could feel the cool air kiss her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.
The latex peeled away from her body, revealing her smooth skin and the frilly panties beneath. The sensation was strange, a mix of relief and vulnerability. She stepped out of the outfit, letting it pool around her ankles, leaving her standing in just her underwear and heels. She could feel the weight of the gazes on her, the heat of Luna's desire and Kasumi's smug satisfaction.
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement. "Do you like what you see, Luna?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.
Luna's eyes were glued to Ranma's body, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Y-yes, Mistress," she managed to stutter out, her voice thick with desire.
Mistress Jasmine leaned in closer to the camera, her eyes flicking between Luna's face and Ranma's trembling form. "But do you really like what you see?" she prodded, her voice a soft, seductive whisper. "Or do you want more?"
Luna's hand hovered over her keyboard, her fingers poised to type a response. "Y-yes, Mistress," she managed to say, her voice trembling with need. "I want to see more of your servant."
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew wider, and she nodded at Ranma. "Good," she said, her voice a warm purr. "Amy, remove your panties."
Ranma's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she knew she had to obey. With trembling hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her frilly panties and began to slide them down. The fabric whispered against her skin, the coolness of the room making her shiver. She stepped out of them, her face flaming as she handed them to Mistress Jasmine.
Kasumi took the panties, holding them up to the camera with a smug smile. "Look at these," she said, her voice a teasing purr. "So drenched with her anticipation for you, Luna."
Luna's eyes went wide, and she licked her lips, unable to tear her gaze away from the evidence of Ranma's arousal. "Mistress," she murmured, her voice thick with need. "Can I... can I touch myself?"
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew even more predatory. "Of course, my pet," she said, her voice a warm purr. "But only when I give you permission."
Luna nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving the screen. Ranma felt a strange mix of emotions as she watched the young girl's reaction. She had never been involved in anything like this before, but the thrill of the unknown was like a drug, making her pulse race.
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Now, Luna," she said, her voice a gentle command. "I want you to sit down, position your camera so I can see you properly. Make sure it's at the right angle."
Luna nodded eagerly, moving to the edge of her bed. She sat down, her legs spread slightly, and adjusted the camera until it was angled just right. The anticipation in her eyes was palpable, her breath coming in quick pants. Ranma watched, her own heart racing as she realized what was about to happen.
Mistress Jasmine's gaze flicked to Ranma, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Amy," she said, her voice a gentle command. "Why don't you sit down as well? I want you to watch and learn."
Ranma obeyed, her heart racing as she sat on the floor. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny the thrill that was building inside her. Luna's eyes remained glued to the screen, her breathing growing heavier as she watched Ranma's every move.
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Luna," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "I want you to massage your breasts for me. Show me how well you can take care of yourself."
Luna's cheeks flushed even more as she reached up, her hands shaking slightly. She began to knead her breasts, her eyes never leaving the screen. The metal rings piercing her nipples glinted in the soft light, the sight making Ranma's own nipples tighten in response. She couldn't believe she was watching this, but she couldn't tear her gaze away.
Without realizing it, Ranma's hand had followed Luna's movements, her fingers tentatively touching her own breast. The sensation was strange, almost foreign. She had never been so aware of her own body before, never felt such a strong need to mimic someone else's actions. But as she watched Luna's hands move in a slow, sensual rhythm, she found herself doing the same, her breath hitching in her throat.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes flicked between the two of them, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Very good, Luna," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "Now, I want you to pinch your nipples for me. Make them nice and hard."
Luna's eyes fluttered closed as she began to pinch her nipples, her breath hitching in pleasure. Ranma felt a strange sense of connection as she watched, her own hand mimicking the action. The sensation was intense, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel herself growing wetter.
Mistress Jasmine's voice grew softer, more seductive. "That's it, Luna," she coaxed. "Show me how much you want it."
Luna's eyes remained closed, her breaths coming in short gasps as she pinched and rolled her nipples, the metal rings glinting with each movement. Ranma watched, her own hand moving in sync, the pleasure building.
Mistress Jasmine leaned in closer to the screen, her voice a velvety whisper. "Now, Luna, I want you to spread your legs wider," she instructed. "Let me see that pretty little pussy of yours."
Luna's eyes snapped open, and she looked at the camera with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Slowly, she did as she was told, her legs parting to reveal her already glistening sex. Ranma's own hand stilled on her breast, and she stared at the screen in amazement. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and she felt a sudden rush of arousal that she hadn't expected.
Mistress Jasmine's smile grew even more predatory as she took in the sight of Luna's exposed pussy. "Very good, my pet," she murmured, her voice a warm purr. "Now, I want you to stroke yourself for me. Show me how much you enjoy serving your Mistress."
Luna's hand trembled as it moved down her body, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. She began to rub herself, her movements tentative at first, but quickly growing more confident. Ranma felt a strange sense of arousal as she watched, her own hand inching closer to her own wetness. She had never felt like this before, so exposed and yet so in control.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Luna's hand move in slow, deliberate circles. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a gentle purr. "Faster, Luna. I want to see you cum for me."
Luna's eyes snapped open, and she met Ranma's gaze for a brief moment. The connection between them was electric, a silent understanding passing between them. Luna's hand began to move faster, her hips rocking slightly with each stroke. Ranma felt a strange pressure building in her own chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched the girl's pleasure build.
Her own hand had drifted down to her own bare pussy, her fingers hovering just above the slick folds. She had never touched herself like this before, never felt such a strong urge to explore her own body. With a trembling hand, she reached down, her fingertips brushing over her clit. The sensation was exquisite, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her.
Luna's eyes never left the screen as she watched Ranma's hand move in time with her own. The sight of the other girl's fingers disappearing into her own wetness was mesmerizing, a silent invitation to lose herself in the moment.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes flicked between the two of them, her smile growing as she watched the unspoken communication. "That's it, my pets," she murmured, her voice a warm purr. "I want to hear those sweet moans. Don't hold back."
Luna's hand moved faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched Ranma's tentative exploration. The sound of her own wetness filled the room, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Ranma's eyes were locked on hers, a silent question in them. Luna nodded, giving her permission to explore further.
Ranma's fingertips dipped into her own wetness, her eyes never leaving Luna's. The feeling was foreign, but it felt incredibly good. She began to mimic Luna's movements, her hand moving in slow circles over her clit. The pleasure was building, a warm coil in her belly that was tightening with every stroke.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes were glued to the screen, watching the two of them with a mix of pride and excitement. "That's it," she murmured, her voice a gentle purr. "You're doing so well, my pets."
Luna's moans grew louder, her hand moving faster as she approached her climax. Ranma felt her own pleasure peak, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. The sight of Luna's pleasure was too much to resist, and she gave in, her own hand moving faster.
Mistress Jasmine leaned in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ten," she said, her voice a gentle purr. "Nine, eight..."
Luna's eyes went wide with anticipation, her hand moving faster, her strokes more frantic. Ranma's own hand matched her pace, the tension in the room growing with each passing second. The countdown was like a silent mantra, pushing them both closer to the edge.
"Seven, six, five..." Kasumi's voice was a hypnotic purr, her eyes never leaving the screen. Ranma could feel the heat building in her core, her clit swollen and sensitive beneath her fingertips. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but the thrill of it all was undeniable.
"Four, three, two..." Luna's breath was coming in ragged pants, her eyes squeezed shut as she chased her release. Ranma watched her, the sight of the girl's pleasure pushing her own body closer to the brink. Her own hips began to rock, matching the rhythm of her hand.
"One," Mistress Jasmine said, her voice a soft whisper. "Cum for me, Luna."
The room was filled with the sound of Luna's breathless cries as she arched her back, her hand a blur between her legs. Her orgasm washed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. Ranma watched in amazement, feeling the intensity of the moment resonate within her.
Then it hit her—the wave of pleasure that had been building, now crashing over her in a deluge of sensation. Her own hips bucked, her hand moving of its own accord as she chased the elusive peak. Her moan was loud and uninhibited, echoing Luna's cries as she felt her first orgasm take hold.
Mistress Jasmine watched with a knowing smile, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and satisfaction. "Good girls," she murmured, her voice a gentle purr. "You've both done so well."
Luna's chest heaved with the aftermath of her climax, her eyes still closed. Ranma's hand was still resting on her pussy, the tremors of pleasure subsiding. She felt a strange sense of connection with Luna, a bond formed through their shared experience. The room was thick with the scent of arousal, and the atmosphere was electric.
Mistress Jasmine's voice was a gentle purr as she brought the session to a close. "Very good, my pets," she said, her eyes flicking between the two of them. "You've both served me well."
Luna's eyes fluttered open, a look of bliss on her flushed face. She took a deep, shuddering breath before speaking, her voice still thick with arousal. "Thank you, Mistress," she murmured, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Mistress Jasmine leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You're welcome, my pet," she said, her voice a warm purr. "You did very well."
Luna's cheeks were still flushed, her breathing still ragged from her intense climax. She offered a shy smile to the camera before she reached over to turn it off. The sudden absence of her image on the screen was like a cold shower, breaking the spell that had been cast over the room.
Mistress Jasmine's eyes snapped to Ranma, who had slumped over slightly, her hand still resting between her legs. Concern flashed across her face for a brief moment before she realized what had happened. "Ranma?" she called out, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.
There was no response from the red-faced 'Amy'. Her eyes were closed, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. The room was silent except for the sound of their mingled breaths, the echoes of their moans lingering in the air. Kasumi couldn't help but chuckle softly, her gaze filled with affectionate amusement.
"Looks like someone enjoyed the show a bit too much," she teased, her voice a gentle purr.
A week had passed since the unforgettable night in the Tendo household. Life had returned to a semblance of normalcy, with the usual chaos and martial arts training sessions. Yet, beneath the surface, the bond between Ranma and Kasumi had shifted, a secret shared only between them adding an unexpected layer to their everyday interactions.
Ranma found herself eager to help Kasumi with chores around the house, especially when it came to the dishes. Each time she saw Kasumi, the image of her in that dominatrix outfit would flash through her mind, bringing a blush to her cheeks. The way Kasumi moved with such confidence and power was something she couldn't shake. It had become a strange sort of comfort, knowing that she had been a part of that world, even if it was just for a brief moment.
None of the family was any wiser to the their secret life. Akane was still her usual blend of oblivious and suspicious, often questioning why Ranma was so eager to assist Kasumi with her duties. Nabiki had noticed the change in her sisters' dynamics but was too busy with her own schemes to pry. Even Soun & Genma remained oblivious, his mind occupied with his latest attempt to marry off akane and ranma.
One afternoon when the house was empty, Kasumi approached Ranma with a knowing smile. "Amy," she said, using Ranma's submissive name, "I have another session tonight, and I was wondering if you'd like to assist me again?"
Ranma's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a warmth spread through her body at the mere mention of it. She knew she couldn't resist the temptation. "Of course, Mistress," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kasumi's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer. "Good," she murmured, her voice a gentle purr. "Tonight's session will be even more intense. Are you ready to serve me once more?"
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