I know you have thought about being her “ass slave” because a pussy that fine is much too good for you. See, this Mistress knows how your mind works. I know that when you see such a fine, beautiful woman you immediately feel lower than a worm, barely deserving to lick and suck the dirt off her spiked heels, barely worth of running your tongue up and down her ass crack. Barely worthy of presenting your face as an ass cushion, as you have imagined, watching her perched at her desk, her back straight, being underneath her as she worked.
Good morning my corporate slut,
It’s about time I made you shake from the core.
The kind of shaking that turns me on the most – when you feel it in your bones and I see it in your eyes. The look of vulnerability and shame that comes from being undeniably turned on by what you find morally incompressible.
You know that shame and conflict you get when you are so rock hard from doing something completely degrading and against your nature? When you are both blushing, like a schoolboy, while at the same time your cock is twitching, balls aching, bits of precum oozing? How can you deny that you are turned on, despite what you are thinking, logically, about the acts you’re doing?
I think you have gotten spoiled, my darling. You know, I just don’t see that same terror in your eyes when I lube up the largest strap on cock right in front of you, or when I pleasure myself with the large dildo that I will be shoving into your ass. I don’t see enough trembling when I walk you through the lingerie store and introduce you to the store manager, asking if she’d assist me in dressing “my girl” in the latest bra style and matching panties.
There’s no nearly enough dread in your eyes when I take the cup full of cum that I’ve saved and make you crawl on your hands and knees to me and beg to drink it, beg to slurp it up. Or, I make you put your legs over your head as I insert the long anal rod into your ass and milk the cum right out of you, having it squirt all over your face as I give you a sadistic chuckle.
Maybe you have gotten just a little too used to me. Too used to Akasha and her cruel games.
Because I need that fear and dread to be real, I need the shame and vulnerability to be absolutely authentic. And you know I always get what I want.
So I decided this weekend that there was an obvious solution. I could see that expression that makes my pussy so wet. There’s a simple solution.
Alyson.
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Yes, one word, one name, and I am sure it’s getting a reaction out of you already. I’m sure there’s a tightness in your pink panties, perhaps your ass is clenching tightly around that pink plug I made you wore today for this “special occasion.”
Alyson. The new girl. Down the hall. The one I checked out last week when I stopped by. The gorgeous blonde with the legs to die for, the one that dresses so sexily in the spiked high heels, wearing the best perfume, with the gorgeous red nails. So feminine, with such a tight body. I know you have fantasized about her. I know you have thought about her while jerking off on the bathroom on your knees for me, licking the cum from your palm at my command.
I know you have thought about worshipping Alyson’s asshole, about her sitting on your face with her tailored skirt pulled up, thigh high stockings around your face, pumping against you, her ass smothering you as she encouraged you to lick deeper, to get that worthless tongue all the way up into her asshole.
Don’t even try to deny it!
I know you have thought about being her “ass slave” because a pussy that fine is much too good for you. See, this Mistress knows how your mind works. I know that when you see such a fine, beautiful woman you immediately feel lower than a worm, barely deserving to lick and suck the dirt off her spiked heels, barely worth of running your tongue up and down her ass crack. Barely worthy of presenting your face as an ass cushion, as you have imagined, watching her perched at her desk, her back straight, being underneath her as she worked.
Underneath her warm butt cheeks, unable to do anything, just hoping for the chance to breathe as she ordered you, her “ass slave” to just keep licking. The thought of ever, in a million years, even getting close to her pussy would be unbelievable! It just would not be possible with Alyson. No, she’s way too fine for that – and you, you are simply a slave, a whore, a toy for her amusement.
Surely all this talk of Alyson has made you very, very hard. So strip down out of your business clothes, my whore, and sit there at your desk in your lingerie. The pretty pink teddy I dressed you in, with the matching pink plug in your ass. Go ahead and find your lipstick and put it on, and then get your flesh colored dildo out and start sucking on it. Suck on it, worship it, and get a nice, steady rhythm going until it is totally slick.
Once you have gotten a nice deep-throat rhythm going, it should be just about time. Time for what, you are probably thinking?
Well, it will start with a phone call. Me calling Alyson. I will explain a few things to her, quietly, on the phone. And then I will direct her to go to your office, quietly, closing the door behind her. And she will see you there, in your pink lingerie, sucking cock. She will see you for what you are.
How will she react?
This will be interesting. You see, I have a feeling Alyson likes ‘men’ like you. Don’t tell me how I know this. I have a good sixth sense for that kind of thing. I think when she sees you, she will start laughing. Surely she’s wondered what the Mr. Corporate Guy is like ‘deep down’ and I know she has checked you out before. I know she’s asked around, trying to find out your ‘status.’
So I think she will find it entertaining, to say the least. And maybe you will end up under her ass after all.
Or maybe she will just be shocked and disgusted. Either way, I’ll enjoy hearing all about it when I come visit you this afternoon. I have a feeling the three of us will be getting together after work tonight.
Time to get that jaw ready, my slut.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
