I have another bell, for your nipple. Your left nipple. It’s a clamp with a little bell attached, but I guess it won’t be ringing much under the latex bra I have for you to wear also. The bell is more for show, and for your mindset, and, of course, to turn me on. I think the bra, pressed into the clamp and bell, will make you keenly aware of your left nipple all day long.
Good morning my corporate slut,
On days like this, I am ready to just simply make you quit your job so I can keep you in bondage all day long. Is that impractical? Maybe. But there are certainly times where I am so aroused – so insatiable – that any amount of fat corporate salary just doesn’t matter to me. Who cares about the money?
(Well, I guess there’s also your ego, which must be fed by your high powered job, having all those people rely on you and report to you, the status on your business card, and those stock options…)
I feel how wet my panties are, and it just doesn’t matter. I feel how my pussy aches, and I long to have you degraded (now, on my terms, without remorse and without hesitation) and it doesn’t matter. I long to have you chained under my desk, kissing and worshipping my toes as I type emails to my friends and make plans for the day.
Mostly though, I long to keep you imprisoned in my ‘dungeon.’ It goes back to those childhood fantasies I had. I want a male prisoner – my own slave. I want you naked but in shackles around your wrists and ankles, maybe bells on your nipples, so I can hear you out and about the house at all times.
Naked, so there is no chance of you going anywhere or trying to ‘escape.’ Your leash would be available to me at all times. I haven’t decided yet if it’s a leash attached to a leather collar around your neck, or a leash attached to your cock and balls. One that really, really hurt when I gave it a deliberate “yank.”
A prisoner for me, so I could act on my lusts and desires, on any whim. There are times, mid-day, where it just hits me. I want to rummage through my toy closet, put on my leather harness, and have you crawling to me with a snap of my fingers.
I want to see – and hear – your mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking, worshipping. Gagging when I pump my hips. Your hair between my fingers, your eyes straining, watering as I clench tighter and tighter. Not letting you breathe, not letting you out of my grip.
I suppose this is all very unrealistic. As much as my pussy aches for it, as wet as it makes me when I fantasize, we both know it’s not very practical to have you at home, in bondage, all day long.
(There are times, I confess, where the fantasy of bondage is more severe. I imagine you in a rubber straitjacket, inflatables in both your ass and mouth, wearing a helmet that deprives you of sight and hearing. You are immobilized, like a piece of furniture, one I can pass by casually while I am on the phone, stroke my fingers over the latex, pausing over appropriate and convenient bulges, and tweak, pinch, press. I could leisurely take a bulb into my palm at any time and squeeze, just to hear the muffled grunt. Ahh, my mind wanders..)
So, I must instead find some compromise. As much as I hate compromises. You know I always want my way. But you must go off to “work.” And I must remain supportive. Even though, I admit, I get a special charge out of dominating my high powered executive and turning you into a total whore on any given night.
But now, I want you in my bonds, all day. Even though you are at work. I will have it – I decided. I will have you be my prisoner at work. In bondage, in restraints.
While it’s impractical to have you walking around your office in manacles, I have a few ideas that will satisfy my lusts. At least for the time being.
It starts with you naked at the start of the day, presenting yourself to me for evaluation before I “get you dressed for work.” Let me warn you not, you need to add another 60 minutes of prep time for work tomorrow, because it will take me some time to get you ready for work.
Standing in front of me totally naked, you will probably be nervous, afraid of what I have in store for you. Good. I like to start my day “wet.” And wet I will be.
You’ll watch me as I lubricate the butt plug that you’ll be wearing all day. It’s long and thin, tapered. Not too menacing, but quite effective. I’ll lube it up with my latex gloves on and then order you to present yourself for it. And I know you are obedient, and well trained, and will obey – despite the total humiliation of it all.
There’s a locking leather harness that goes over this plug, and it will ensure that you can wear the plug all day without worrying about it popping out as you walk out to the secretary’s desk and ask for some photocopies. See, I am already taking your comfort into consideration.
I have an anklet with a little bell you will wear. I guess you will have to walk carefully, you don’t want to be jingling down the hall; too bad it’s not the holiday season, maybe you could come up with a funny excuse…
I have another bell, for your nipple. Your left nipple. It’s a clamp with a little bell attached, but I guess it won’t be ringing much under the latex bra I have for you to wear also. The bell is more for show, and for your mindset, and, of course, to turn me on. I think the bra, pressed into the clamp and bell, will make you keenly aware of your left nipple all day long.
Next comes the corset. It’s a tight one, probably a little too small for you, and a bulk of our ‘prep time’ in the morning will be me lacing it up as tight as I possibly can. This will ensure that you can barely breathe without being away of it. And oh, what it will do for your figure!
The stockings are thigh highs. And there are garters. Panties will be pulled up over the butt plug harness as well. All of this is in black.
Did I mention your suit that you wear over it? Your suit for the day is a crème color, I hope the black does not show through. Now, alternatively, I have a skin tight bodysuit of a thin nylon material I could put over you – I want to test it out, and see how that looks. I know one thing for sure, you will be hot. Sweating. Roasting all day long.
When I send you off to work, you are going to essentially be ‘in bondage’ – for me, all day. This isn’t nearly what I would like it to be, but hell, it’s a start.
Maybe I’ll just get you fired by sending these pictures of you with a dildo in your mouth around your office, and let the rest sort itself out….who needs your corporate job anyway?
Mistress Akasha
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