There is something about the desperate, gasping breath against my thighs when I close them slightly so you can have a little room to breathe.
Good morning, my slave.
What a special day I have planned for you. The last week of work has made me so frenzied with a burning hunger for you that I planned for two nights straight. Two nights straight I worked at home, planning and plotting while you stayed late in the office and denied me the submissive attention that I need so badly.
But I don’t mind, from time to time, letting you be away. It helps me build up my hunger to a boiling point, a point where I can think of nothing else but strapping you into my pussy collar and opening my thighs wide, watching with mirrors how your face is pressed mercilessly against my wet sex.
Lifting my hips just slightly to get my ass up off the ground, so you can firmly, squarely press your tongue all the way inside of me. Opening my thighs even wider, hearing a muffled gasp from you as I do all but cut off the last bit of air for you.
My own sort of smothering. Pussy-style. Listening to you try to lick, try to breathe at the same time. Feeling you try to get leverage but the collar, locking you to my thighs, gives you so little freedom that you can’t do anything but lick and hope I will ease up and let you gasp for a breath.
There is something about the desperate, gasping breath against my thighs when I close them slightly so you can have a little room to breathe. My hands trailing playfully in your hair, the glistening of my juices on your chin and lips.
So sweet. And helpless.
You will be wearing the pussy collar for a long, long time tonight, my slave. Better practice with your tongue, practice holding your breath. Practice those big, begging corporate eyes. The same eyes you bat at Jacobson’s secretary to get her to put your contract on the top of the pile.
But I don’t think you will be getting any mercy from me. Right now I am just trying to decide if I want you in a full suit and tie, even in your dress shoes, as you squirm in my pussy collar, your wrists shackled behind your back.
Or if I want you in full lingerie. A silk bodysuit that hugs your flesh. Some thong panties riding up the crack of your fine ass. Thigh-high stockings that I can run my fingers over. Garters, even high heels. A full outfit, my slut. Oh, I have a little pink number in mind for you. Very feminine. Very quaint. It will contrast so nicely with the leather straps of the pussy collar.
Let me think about that for a while.
Meanwhile, I’ll make plans for something that is happening a little sooner. My visit to your office today. Remember, we have an appointment at 2pm.
**
Usually, when I come to your office it is just to say hello, bring you lunch, or meet you in the office to sit on your face and receive a good session of ass licking.
This time, though, it will all be different. After all, it isn’t every day that my company receives a bid from your company. We rarely, if ever, do business together. And as part of the deal, I get to hear your presentation about the financial stats of your company. Of course, I have heard it all before — but my assistants, Julie and Jennie, they have not.
You’ve met both of them — one’s a blonde bombshell and the other is a brunette with a short bob. A very bitchy demeanor. She is the one that wears the “fuck me” pumps every day of the week. She also doesn’t wear panties, but don’t let her know I told you that.
The three of us will be lined up in your conference room listening to you talk about why we should spend all that money with you, and your boss and two assistants will be listening as well.
I wonder if they will have any idea that you’ve got a vibrating plug in your ass and a pair of soiled red panties on under that suit?
**
Oh, did I forget to tell you about the plug and panties?
I can just picture you there right now as you read this. Starting to break out in a cold sweat. Your crotch getting tighter as your trussed-up manhood starts straining against the bonds I tied it in this morning after sucking you off right to the edge, stopping, and waving bye-bye.
(You looked so, so, so disappointed that I wasn’t about to finish).
Yes, my slave. Today, during your presentation, you are going to be plugged and in panties for me. So I can watch you do your thing, standing there so powerful and professional, and I can know you are squeezing those ass cheeks around that big vibrating plug, praying to god I don’t have the remote control stashed in my leather briefcase.
You’re wearing your close-fitting trousers today; I wonder if my two female assistants will be able to tell you are wearing panties underneath? I wonder..if I pass them a note during the presentation and they look at you, at me, at the note, then giggle, are they going to be talking about what slut-boy is wearing during his power presentation?
I could humiliate you beyond words, my dear slave. And I would not think twice about it; my friends know how kinky I am. They would get such a kick out of it. And you are such the handsome devil when you present, it would blow them away.
Best of all, I bet you’d start to bulge right there during the presentation as you stand in front of your visual aids. You’d better plan to have something big enough that you can stand behind it, slut boy, or else we all might be gaping at that big bulge in your trousers, including your boss and secretary.
I know that I will be so turned on by the end of the entire ordeal, I’ll probably not be able to wait for you to get home to bring out the pussy collar and get the treatment I so deserve. I want you to slot a half hour for me in your office, private time, to discuss…ooh, tell them we are going to discuss buying some real estate off the coast.
We can close and lock your door, and the only real estate you’ll be exploring is the real estate between my ass cheeks. I’ll demand, first and foremost, that you strip down to panties and bra and kneel down, watch me slowly slide out of my tight-fitting gray suit. I’ll strip down to my silk body suit and then bend right over in your face, and make you prove to me that you have been doing your tongue exercises.
You’ll have to peel my panties aside with your tongue to lick my crack, all the way from top to bottom. Slowly, persistently, eagerly. Every bit of flesh will be savored and explored, and you’ll then service my hole with deliberate, expert precision.
You’d better do a job even finer than you did on that Richardson project that has been stealing you from me recently.
Meanwhile, I’ll have the controls to your butt plug in my palm, and you can bet I’ll give your ass quite a wake-up call with the remote should you fail in your duty to fully and earnestly devour every inch of my ass.
I’ll want your tongue firmly placed up my crack for some time, slave, so if you have any talking to do, I suggest you do it as we make our way down the hall. I intend to walk briskly, ahead of you, and you’ll have to run to catch up, stagger to reach the door before me, open it for me and then see all your peers in the office observe the way you leap for me.
I have many, many needs today, my slave. Starting with the presentation, and ending with an evening in my pussy collar. You are mine for the rest of the week, so don’t even think about working late.
Your collar is ready for you at home. I’ll see you in the office this afternoon. Be plugged and ready for inspection should I require a little private visit in your office to make sure you are obeying.
Affectionately,
M. Akasha
PS: I told the girls about what you are wearing today.
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