Watching you squirm is my favorite pastime. You know this already. It’s also my favorite form of foreplay. Cranking, slowly, the lever on the ball smasher will just delight me. Adding weights to the nipple clamps until your breathing turns into ragged gasps will just make me want to sit on your face and muffle your pleas in a more...creative and effective manner.
Good morning my corporate slut,
I hope you’re able to deal with a hefty dose of distraction today, my nastiest little whore, because I have quite a bit of it myself. And if I am going to be aching, if my panties are going to be wet, if I am going to find it impossible to concentrate – well, then, I think you should be in the same boat.
I’m sure as you read about how wet I am, you feel a familiar bulge in your crotch. Those panties I made you wear today – black lace, crotchless, incredibly slutty – must feel very uncomfortable. The only thing a little better would have been that bright pink g-string thong riding up your ass crack all day as you tiptoed around the office trying not to be so obvious.
I’ll settle for the crotchless panties. The feature will come in handy today because I woke up in the mood to take out my frustrations by forcing you to endure the most painful cock and ball torture – right through the panties.
In fact, it’s a whole little degrading fantasy in my head, one that includes you kneeling before me in thigh-high black stockings, those nasty panties, and a matching lace bra. The bra is pulled down so your nipples are exposed, and I am grinning cruelly as I attach clamps with weights on your tender flesh. Watching your nipples endure the stretching, painful pulling just makes me ache with need – the need to get you on all fours, still in lingerie, and make you feel like a total pussy for me.
But that isn’t a bad thing, is it?
See how my distraction is today – it goes like this. I think for a moment about a little office visit, about the cock and ball torture, and suddenly my own nipples are getting hard and my thighs are pressed together at my desk, and I feel my panties getting moist. I imagine peeling those panties off as you kneel expectantly, hopeful, wondering if it will be an afternoon of humiliation or an afternoon of torture.
Making you open wide, crawl to me, and beg to lick them – to lick the crotch of my panties clean as I turn them inside out and pat your head and call you a good little whore. The little taste of my pussy will be all the inspiration and motivation you get before the cock and ball show starts, and you know, you have to keep quiet in the office.
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There’s something about those strained, muffled whimpers. You know the ones I am talking about. As I sit there in your leather office chair, with you kneeling in your black lingerie, holding carefully still as I apply the clamps to your nipples and then begin the long task of applying the nutcracker and ball stretcher.
The sounds you make – hissing between clenched teeth. Is it enough to keep you motivated if I let you see – no, let you taste – just how wet your pain is making me?
If you are lucky, I may be in a sharing mood. I may smile, and open my legs, let you watch me tease my pussy with my fingers, then let you lick, eyes closed tight, to keep your mind off of the pain.
Or, if I am in a bit of an evil mood, I may just press the button on your speakerphone, dial up a few friends – or your secretary down the hall – and make you join me in a little chit chat as you try desperately to mask the pain in your voice while I twist and pull the clamps on your nipples.
Watching you squirm is my favorite pastime. You know this already. It’s also my favorite form of foreplay. Cranking, slowly, the lever on the ball smasher will just delight me. Adding weights to the nipple clamps until your breathing turns into ragged gasps will just make me want to sit on your face and muffle your pleas in a more…creative and effective manner.
Maybe this should be the “carrot” after all. I can promise you, my whore, that the end of my visit will be appropriately punctuated one of two ways.
Either I will reward you by sitting on your face – deliberately, suggestively, demandingly – to ride your tongue to orgasm. My orgasm, of course.
Or, I will go into my leather bag and pull out my favorite harness, and make you watch me put it on and prepare my large black cock. Making you get on all fours, your balls still clamped and your nipples still pinched, will be a very, very painful way to endure a long ass fucking! You know, with every thrust of my massive dick between your cheeks, you’ll feel your balls ready to explode and your nipples on fire. Delicious.
It makes me wonder what you will focus on. Will it be how brutally painful the ball torture is – or the piercing distraction in your tits – or will it be how massive my dildo feels in your ass as I degrade you with my ruthless penetration? Once again you’ll feel totally degraded as I call you – out loud – my cunt, my cum bucket, my bitch. And with every thrust, you will be pushed deeper and deeper into surrender for me. Maybe you’ll be conscious enough to hear and recognize the sound of me licking my own pussy juices off my fingers. Do you know how wet it makes me? Yes, you do.
If I am feeling especially hungry, you know I just may do both. You may be in a position to mark off two hours for my visit.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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