You feel that? You should be playing with your nipples right now, getting them hard. Making them so, so perky. When you walk through the office now, the ladies will probably notice how hard and perky they are. Little do they know that in your trousers, a pathetic cock is straining to get hard in the confines of a plastic prison, but to no avail! You have been rendered 100% useless. At least, as a male.
My useless cocksucker, that’s what you are today.
Good morning my corporate slut,
I bet you feel absolutely insane with need today. So many days of chastity, the chastity device so tight around my property, the panties riding up your ass causing such intense distraction.
Do you lose track of days, like a man stranded in the desert without water? Crawling on hands and knees, begging for mercy…
How many days? Does it matter? All that matters right now is that I can enjoy my glorious, self-indulgent orgasms – one after the other – and you are resigned to feel your balls swelling up, filling with loads and loads of cum, knowing that relief is nowhere in sight.
I imagine that the load that’s building is undeniably huge. Imagine the uses for this big load of creamy white cum! You know I have been coming up with ways to make the wait worthwhile, and I intend to make full use of that huge load that’s building.
Surely the most humiliating way would be the ultimate cum facial. I say ultimate because you’d be on your back with your legs over your head while I fuck you with my strap-on, smirking down at you and making you exclaim, before allowing you to release, “I love to suck cock, I am such a cocksucker!”
Again. And again. And again.
I would make you scream it, and I would record it, and I would call you up in your office and make you play it over your intercom at full blast when the ladies are right outside your door!
Or maybe I’d just bring it with me on a recorder and play it back in earshot of the highly sexy, very intoxicating Ms. Parker down the hall from you. What do you think she’d think of your exclamation that you love to suck cock and you are a huge cocksucker? Maybe I should add more lines to that – that you are a panty wearing cuntboy, that you are an ass sucker, a piss drinker? Oh, I could come up with quite a list, and maybe save all the recordings.
But, let’s get back to the ache in your balls.
You feel that? You should be playing with your nipples right now, getting them hard. Making them so, so perky. When you walk through the office now, the ladies will probably notice how hard and perky they are. Little do they know that in your trousers, a pathetic cock is straining to get hard in the confines of a plastic prison, but to no avail! You have been rendered 100% useless. At least, as a male.
My useless cocksucker, that’s what you are today.
And the ache – well, I ache too. And that’s why I am writing this email to you right now. My femdom hunger – my need, my desire – has reached a point that it is a dull ache in my belly and in my pussy, something that makes me long to push you over some edge, some new boundary. I can’t be satisfied right now with normal; I can’t even be satisfied with “highly degrading.”
I can’t even be satisfied with the cum facial, the humiliating recordings.
I need more. I knew one day this would happen; I would wake up, and while I could have anything from you, it just wouldn’t be enough. The time has come that the ache is taking over, and because of that, you have to do something unthinkable for me.
Oh, don’t worry. It won’t be illegal. Or immoral. Or risk your job. But it will be highly humiliating, totally public, and require the consumption of large amounts of cum. Not your cum, either.
There’s a party in town we may attend, or I might just throw one of my own – but in a city, far, far away. With you in a hood that covers your identity, and also reduces you to nothing but a cocksucker. On a leash, your wrists bound behind your back, led from one ‘stall’ to the next, where you will service. Service in a manner I decide, until my ache is gone.
This isn’t a proposition or a question – it’s a mere statement of fact. You will be taking off a week from work next month and cite “personal time.”
And the time, I can assure you, will be highly personal. By then, my ache will be deafening. You will never be the same.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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