This time, though, I am going to fuck you on your back. Your legs up (I might even put you in some high heels). I will fuck you, standing, your ass up in the air. You will be forced to look up at me, at your own pathetic dick in your face as I pull your panties down even more.
Good morning, my slave.
Have you been behaving this morning? That locking chastity belt should be on nice and tight right now, making sure of that for me.
Today I am going to pay you a visit in the afternoon. I am going to visit you because I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you because of the way you looked this morning when you left for work. I was watching you, and I wanted you. I wanted you right then. I wanted to tie you down and torture you before even letting you leave for work.
But I couldn’t do that. No, I have to watch you get dressed in your perfect suit and put on your perfect tie. The people in your office have no idea what a whore you are. Little do they know about the pink frilly panties you are wearing right now. About the matching lace bra I wordlessly dropped on the dresser in front of you as I went into the kitchen to make coffee.
When I get there this afternoon, you had better be plugged and in your lingerie. From the time they buzz you and let you know I am on my way up you will have to be changing quickly so that you are exactly as I want you when I arrive.
You are to be on your hands and knees at the door. I will be careful to not let people see as I enter the room. But I swear to you, if you are not exactly as I want you, you will pay.
**
I intend to rapture you in your office this afternoon. Not because you need it, but because I want it. I want to hear the sounds you make, I want to feel your body twisting under me. I want to see that begging look in your eyes when you can’t take any more but I make you take more anyway – for me.
Today when you watch me unpack my toys in front of you, know it will be for me, entirely, and not for you at all. You are to say nothing to me but “I will take this for you.” Then I will know you are ready to endure.
The rapture will be painful and humiliating. I will have to gag you to keep you quiet. I will be cold and calculating. You had better be emotionally prepared for the cruelty, my sweet whore. Only at the end of the work day, when you come home, will I shower you with affection and tell you how well you did.
This time, it will be like a surprise visit. Cold. Removed. You will be but a fucktoy for me to use. Be prepared to give me one hour of your time, door locked, calls on hold.
Tell them it is a very important meeting. Hell, tell them we are making arrangements for the purchase of a house, or a wedding. Just make sure they know we need one hour alone and are not to be disturbed at any cost.
**
This morning I have been preparing myself in many ways. First, I watched the video tape I made of you from a month ago. Do you remember the night I video taped you? How I made you service my girlfriends at a party, taping it? I never let you see this tape and maybe I never will.
The tape is very hot, though. I get wet watching it. There is a part of it where you are being smothered practically, your head pressed between Julie’s thighs, and I am sitting on you like a piece of furniture. We were all a little tipsy from the wine by then, and you didn’t get to see Anna’s face as she went through my toy box. I know that night is a blur to you. A blur of humiliation and pain, of being fucked and tortured by all my most beautiful girlfriends.
I masturbated while I watched it. I had just taken a long bath this morning, and my skin was soft and scented. Lounging on the couch, I had my thighs open and the remote control in one hand, a vibrator in the other. I could hear the rain coming down outside.
As I fast forwarded to the scene that I knew would make me cum, I could not help but think – this is the life. You, my slave, my high-powered executive in your office making power deals while wearing panties, and I am lounging at home, spending all of my time and energy coming up with new ways to torture you.
Didn’t we agree that this is the way it should be?
**
Maybe you got more than you’d bargained for.
Today. The rapture. Is your tender ass ready?
I intend to do it as if I do not know you. I have to warn you, the mood has hit me. I need to be ruthless. I am telling you, now, to warn you. I want to hurt and humiliate you. I may do things to you that are totally unthinkable, and even as I write this, I get wet.
I just came a couple hours ago and already I feel it coming on again. I need to be serviced. I need your tongue between me legs. I imagine locking you into the tightest pussy collar of all, humping your face, drowning you in my juices. Just laughing at you, at your pathetic helplessness. How I would torture and degrade you.
I imagine you there, struggling for breath, but I just grind. I grind my wet pussy into your face, fucking your mouth and ordering you to shove your tongue all the way up inside of me. All the way.
But it’s never enough.
That’s our story, isn’t it? It is never enough.
Today – your rapture – will it be enough?
Not likely.
Fuck yourself with a dildo in the bathroom. Now. And do it until your ass is sore. I want you ready for me. When you have completed this task, leave me a graphic voice mail. I want to hear fear in your voice. None of that faked shit.
It’d better be real.
**
Let me tell you how I am going to fuck you, slave.
I will arrive in my business suit, greeting everyone in your office cheerfully. I have a few holiday gifts (the ever-loving girlfriend) for your secretary and a few others in the office. You will hear me delivering them, I am sure, and you will know they are all thinking what a sweet, proper, pretty girlfriend I am.
Little do they know.
Then I will come into your office, close and lock the door, and start taking off my winter gloves. By then you will be on hands and knees as ordered, in position, ready to be fucked.
“Well,” I will say. “Look what we have here.”
And I will put a spiked heel into your side and shove, pushing you over onto your back. You’d better look good and scared in your panties and bra, cowering. Hiding your cock, I should imagine. As if that did any good.
The strap on will look new to you. It is a new one. I just got it . I will just take off my skirt and be in my thigh highs and keep the spiked heels on. Stepping into the strap on harness, you will watch, bewildered, as my cock bobs before you.
This is the dick you will suck. And that dick that will fuck your nasty bitch ass. Are you getting the picture? Do you know what kind of mood I am in, yet?
This time, though, I am going to fuck you on your back. Your legs up (I might even put you in some high heels). I will fuck you, standing, your ass up in the air. You will be forced to look up at me, at your own pathetic dick in your face as I pull your panties down even more.
Drops of pre-cum will drip on your face, and if you struggle to get away from them, I will just laugh at you. No mercy this time. You are my little fuck toy, and your ass is mine.
Holding you by the hips for leverage, I will enjoy the longest, deepest thrusts. The feel of my slick cock sliding in and out of your tight hole will get me even hotter. I love it when you buck against me, move to meet my strokes. And I know you will.
But here is the catch. Of course, in this position, if you cum, you will cum all over your own face. Oh, the horror! I will make sure you are very aware of it.
“I’m going to fuck your tight hole until you cum all over yourself,” I’ll say, grinning down at your face as I pump into you, my thrusts shaking your whole body. “I am going to fuck you until you squirt that warm, milky cum all over your face, and into your mouth. You’d better open wide, whore.”
If you resist, I’ll stop to beat your tender ass until your muffled whimpers are probably heard throughout the office.
“When I tell you to cum, you will cum. And if you don’t cum now, I will lock up my dick and you will not cum for a month, is that clear?”
Will you give me the answer I want? I should hope so.
And I know you want to cum. You haven’t cum in so long. You want to cum, even if that means shooting it all over your face, drinking it, lapping up every drop. Feeling me pumping into you at the same time, seeing me grin down at you, my hair around my shoulders, the fire in my eyes. The hunger as I feed it. Knowing you are giving me what I need.
“I need to own you.”
You will cum when you hear that. Those words you long to hear so much. You need to be my property. Today I feel in that mood, the mood to own you completely. So much that I will come to your office, greet everyone cheerfully, rapture your ass ruthlessly, then leave and give out my Christmas cards. You will go about your day.
Then you will come home, and bring a bottle of wine, and you will make love to me tonight as if it never happened.
I trust this is clear. My phone call in an hour will clarify the details. You’d better close your door for that call, too, my slave.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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