What is it about humiliating you in front of other ladies that gets me so incredibly wet? Knowing you are bent over, holding the edges of the table, silky pink panties pulled down around your thighs. I can just picture her there, smirking at you, and you are so bright red with humiliation.
Good morning my corporate slut,
So, I’ve never been a big fan of hypnosis. Or brainwashing. Which is surprising, isn’t it, considering how addicted I am to coming up with new ways to turn your life upside down, put you in potentially devastatingly humiliating situations, and totally re-wire your cock.
It just took a little time for me to come around, I guess. Because now, it’s all I can think about. I can’t get the idea out of my head: The idea of making it so you have so little control over your cock – your orgasms – your very masculinity – that you are ruled by the subconscious, degrading thoughts I have put into your mind!
Imagine after one hypnotherapy session with my gorgeous girlfriend Larissa – imagine what would happen to you, for example, if you were to somehow keep introducing yourself to EVERYONE with your “whore” name. A name you would not even know until it slipped out of your lips.
Larissa assures me this kind of programming is very easy to do. In fact, she laughed out loud when I told her, and said sure, this could be done even with a phone call. Oh, you can imagine how wet that made me.
But here’s the best part. It’s not like you’d be walking around in some trance like a zombie. You would be fully conscious, aware, and HEAR yourself even after the humiliating name slipped out of your mouth! And then, you’d have to correct yourself. Every single time.
I will be sure to bring my most gorgeous, unsuspecting corporate women by your office for a brief meeting. Graphic designers, interior designers. Oh, you wanted me to have my lovely friend Jane come by and measure your office window for blinds, remember?
Imagine how you are going to feel when right in front of me, her, and her sweet little 18-year old assistant “annie” when you say, “Hello, nice to meet you, I’m cocksucker chris,” or something equally degrading. Maybe, simply, “Bimbo.”
I will have to stop myself from laughing out loud – and getting aroused.
But seriously, this is just the tip of the iceberg. I’ve signed up for quite an intense program where the combination of physical, mental and emotional “workouts” will leave you so re-wired that you will not even be able to get hard unless your tongue is in my ass crack, for example.
My goal is to make it so that you cannot get hard unless you are either sucking cock, licking my ass, or guzzling a saved load of cum. That way, you will have to perform the ritual before you can even start to get CLOSE to any kind of feeling good.
And then, even better, you will never be able to achieve orgasm unless you are concurrently being assfucked and mouthfucked with two dildos. I will makes sure this programming lasts 30 days. For example, the entire month of June.
Imagine how difficult it is going to be for you to realize that you no longer get erect. Even if you wake up in the middle of the night with morning wood, as soon as you gain consciousness, your cock will shrivel! Larissa assures me this is very possible with the right training.
And, trust me, the “training” itself is what aroused me most. I plan to get into my full medical gear to attend and monitor this “hypnosis” process, where I must simulate the acts that I am programming into you – that is, actually shoving the dildos in your mouth, hand-fucking your ass with my large black dildo (she assures me, using the strap on won’t achieve the same results. Damn.), and making you affix your tongue, promptly, to my ass crack.
All under the “deep suggestion” mode, or whatever they call if. Of course, I asked it we could turn this into a bit of a medical fantasy of mine, but she’s not quite sold on the idea. When I heard we’d be in a semi-medical environment, of course my mind wandered to snapping the latex gloves, lubing up my fingers, and pulling down your panties right in front of her.
What is it about humiliating you in front of other ladies that gets me so incredibly wet? Knowing you are bent over, holding the edges of the table, silky pink panties pulled down around your thighs. I can just picture her there, smirking at you, and you are so bright red with humiliation.
I would milk it, of course. Milk it just like I milk your useless cock after weeks of chastity! I’d milk it by spreading your ass cheeks and commenting on how puckered up and tight your asshole looked, making you relax your muscles so I could fit a few fingers in. You know, I’d want to loosen you up before the asshole training and reprogramming in store for the hypnosis session.
I can’t help but imagine where that will leave us a few weeks from now. And how you will wonder what other suggestions I planted deep, deep into your subconscious. For example, the intense and undeniable urge to fall to your knees, no matter where you are (public or private) when a woman with red gloves comes into your view…
Imagine the fun I could have with that around the holidays, sending an innocent pair of red leather gloves to the boss’ wife, for example….
I’ll be in touch soon with the details of your “session…”
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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