You will provide the only lubrication that cock may have by slurping on it, sucking it, gagging on it, coating it with your spit so that it may slide more easily into your tight pussy.
Good morning my corporate slut,
Sometimes I wake up with the incredible urge to see you beg with your eyes.
It starts as a stirring inside me. This morning as I was waking up, I found my fingers trailing the soft skin on the inside of my thigh, and my mind wandered to images of you in inescapable bondage, your eyes looking at me, pleading for mercy, for release. You were showering at the time, and I could not help but continue this fantasy, pondering all the while whether or not this was going to have to soon become a reality.
You didn’t know that I was awake this morning when I watched you get dressed. I watched you reach into the drawer and pull out the tight, red satin pair of panties you were instructed to wear. I watched as you spread your legs and stepped into them, pulling them up around the heavy chastity device. I watched how they rode up the crack of your ass in the back and you had to keep adjusting them before you put on your trousers for work, then your business shirt and tie.
My fingers were trailing around my pussy at that moment, watching your feminine side disappear behind the business suit. I was fingering myself as I imagined you on your knees, your head wrenched back hard, your eyes shut tight in slight pain as I forced you to look up at me from your knees. Such simple images, but they turned me on so much this morning – so much that I had to continue my fantasy time this morning until nearly ten A.M. It took me that long to get out of bed, because I kept playing with myself, getting wetter and wetter, bringing my fingers to my lips and tasting the arousal as I imagined how your whimpers would sound close to my ear, how your breath would feel between my legs as you begged for mercy.
At first, I thought the simple solution would be a quick afternoon visit where I’d make you kneel down and worship my pussy as I sat on the edge of your desk, legs spread wide and skirt hiked up. I thought that a good half hour of pussy worship would take the edge off, and I could play with your hair between my fingers, call you dirty names, clench my fists until you whimpered as you licked.
Then I thought, no, I wanted to be fucked today; I thought about laying on top of that desk and having you pull down your trousers and panties, having me remove the cage to allow your cock inside me, then making you fuck me hard until I came – but to have no relief of your own. Of course, I would risk you exploding inside me because you were so turned on, but I’d employ a variety of tricks to distract you and keep you from cumming.
The same tricks, ironically, that would make me cum even faster; I may slap you hard across the face the moment I see arousal in your eyes. I could shove a terry washcloth into your mouth, cruelly, forcefully, until you choked on it, ordering you to keep your tempo, keep the thrusts deep, as I shoved it in hard and held it in place.
I could wrap my hand around your throat tightly, choking you, just enough to distract you and make you nervous, or simply place my hand over your face and apply enough pressure that it forced you to turn your head away, not letting you enjoy even a moment of looking down at me and seeing the pleasure in my eyes.
Still, I worry that you’d cum at the mere feeling of my hot, wet pussy, since it is so seldom that you get to enjoy the feeling of fucking me.
I realized that the safest way to enjoy my afternoon with you and satisfy my desires would be to visit you with my harness, visit you with the largest cock in my collection. I will visit you today to fuck you in the ass, to fuck you until I cum, and then be on my way without hesitation. After all, you are just my little whore – my fucktoy to use, and today, I want to cum. I want to cum at your expense, cum and enjoy the orgasm because you never get to enjoy one of your own anymore.
You may get the brief opportunity to be close to my pussy as I allow you to worship the full length of my strap-on cock. I may allow you to crawl to me on your hands and knees, stripped down to the tight, red panties. I may enjoy watching you wrap your lips around the head of my cock as I reach out to hold you tightly by the head and begin the slow, rhythmic motion of pumping my hips to allow the length of my cock to slide in and out of your mouth. What a good show you will put on for me. You will provide the only lubrication that cock may have by slurping on it, sucking it, gagging on it, coating it with your spit so that it may slide more easily into your tight pussy.
Perhaps being so close to my pussy, without being allowed a taste, will be enough to make you plead for mercy and beg to do anything in order to lick me. You know that kind of begging makes me hot; when you are willing to negotiate unbelievable tortures and humiliations for just a hope of a taste or a lick. I may take advantage of that, getting you to agree to be used as a toilet, to suck a man’s dick or to wear panties in front of the ladies that will be attending my cocktail party on Friday night.
Regardless, I know that watching you suck my cock will be all the foreplay I need to get ready for my own orgasm – the orgasm that I will enjoy while I’m fucking your tight ass. Not allowing you lubricant will ensure that my cock goes in so tight that you whimper with every thrust, and you beg me to gag you so that you don’t have to hear your own pleading. Nothing turns me on more than hearing you beg for something you hate. If you are lucky, I may cum quickly – I know that my morning delights have left me incredibly horny. I will continue to pleasure myself to the edge as I imagine your pleading eyes and the sounds of your whimpering.
And I’ll count the minutes until I’m able to leave to visit you in those tight, red panties.
See you soon…
Affectionately…
Mistress Akasha
