The struggling makes me hot. The jingling of the chains of the handcuffs when my cock
slides into your ass for the first time; the muffled whimper of the too-tight gag when my
fingers probe you to see if you are ready; the straining of your ankles against the leather
straps when I inflate the diabolical tube that leads to the rubber bulb in between your ass
cheeks….
Good morning my corporate slut,
When my hunger consumes me, I simply don’t know what is in store for you.
If I just rely on extinct, I must simply let it play out. I just know one thing: I must have
you pure, undivided, unequivocal, undeniable surrender.
And sometimes, sadly, it might get ugly.
**
Sometimes, simply, the restraints are a necessary evil. It’s not that I think you are going
to try to escape. Hell, I know you are probably dying to get to me, would crawl a mile to
kiss the tip of my cock, would beg to be in my presence.
It’s not that I fear you are going anywhere.
The restraints are a necessary evil because I ache to see you struggle, even though you
are desperate to remain my prey – as long as it is necessary. I know you will struggle
because your helpless ego insists on it, even as you desperately try to hang on pathetically
to that last shred of pride.
The struggling makes me hot. The jingling of the chains of the handcuffs when my cock
slides into your ass for the first time; the muffled whimper of the too-tight gag when my
fingers probe you to see if you are ready; the straining of your ankles against the leather
straps when I inflate the diabolical tube that leads to the rubber bulb in between your ass
cheeks….
The struggling reminds me of you pure presence. Your sacrifice. Your helplessness. Go
ahead and struggle, we both know you are not getting away. Even as I tighten the last
strap of a latex straightjacket, for example, for a simple act of just sitting on your face –
well, it’s for a sense of permanence, of presence.
Because when I press my asscheeks down on your face, and I gaze upon the nice, “tight”
view of the shining latex across your chest – helpless – well, the combination of the view
and your desperate tongue is enough to put me in a very, very pleasurable state of mind.
“My asslicker,” I may ponder out loud. “If only your hands could feel how very, very wet
I am right now…”
Your helplessness – defined in any given moment – is an absolute gift to me. Because at
that moment you are nothing more than an object for me. A living, breathing dildo.
Really. Do I have to make it any more clear than that?
**
Surely, I don’t have to explain it in more detail, do I? A double sided dildo, for example,
rammed down your throat as you are on your back in a latex straitjacket, straddled by my
naked thighs. Do you get the picture now?
A dildo to me – just a big, bouncing toy – and not even your dick!
No, it just remains there – prone, popping straight up for torture, humiliation. Useless. As
I fuck your face. Mount your face. Let me pussy juices drown you, pool around your
nose. The ultimate in humiliation, to have me grind on you, hands in your hands,
humping and thrusting, and all you can do is remember what it was like when you were
once allowed to worship my pussy this way.
Now, all you get is a cock rammed deeper down your throat with every thrust of my hips.
Because that cock gag is a mean one. Oh, the rubber dick is just a little too big, and I
pump too hard when I ride horseback! It’s not like you are able to protest. You are just an
object, after all, remember?
I know that you love it all, even though you hate it at the same time. So degraded that you
cannot move. So humiliated that you are choking on a cock in your mouth as I ride
myself to orgasm on your face, slamming your head against the floor even. You have
been reduced to another sex prop. Nothing more.
The bondage, though, is necessary. The gag, is appropriate. I want your mouth to be full
of a dick – a thick, rubbery piece of cock, just like the kind you are so used to
worshipping. As I am penetrating myself against your face, I am actually thinking about
it, thinking about the cock being pushed deeper and deeper down your throat and gagging
you in the process. Making you feel the pain and humiliation of my pleasure. Don’t think
I have forgotten you completely.
How could you? I might just smile down in your general direction, call you, “Dick
mouth!” and “You worthless cock mouth, gag on it while I fuck your FACE, you are
nothing but a DILDO to me now!” Well, you get the idea.
When I finally do cum, maybe you will get the bonus of having me squirt warm fluid all
over your face. Piss? Probably. I get pretty excited Squirting, piss, whatever it is, it’s
from me, a result of my cumming, so enjoy it for what it is. All over your face, pooling in
your nostrils, full of the scent of my pussy.
It’s what I call the start to a very, very good day!
Mistress Akasha
