Good morning my corporate slut,
I never thought it would come to this.
I’m writing to you to tell you, quite simply, you just don’t “do it” for me anymore – especially lately. And after careful consideration, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands, and address the situation.
You see, I think you’ve become a little to ‘used to’ submitting to me. Even the most degrading and humiliating acts, you know they are coming, and you prepare yourself accordingly, and I can tell that you are enjoying it way too much.
You enjoy submitting to me too much. And I need you to suffer, in order for me to get off.
Last time I fucked you in the ass, it took too long. The pumping. The grinding. The long strokes followed by relentless pounding. Your ass high up in the air to reach my thrusts at my command, the different positions. You took it all and as the pumping became harder and faster, you didn’t groan in humiliation, you lapped it up eagerly and desperately.
But I need to cum.
I cum when fucking you makes you feel like a humiliated pig; no offense. You know this is true. You knew that when you took my collar. And your submission has become so self indulgent, that even pumping my slick, thick cock into your ass isn’t getting me close enough to orgasm. I have to result to massaging and pinching my own nipples, reaching down and playing with my clit, all of which you seem to watch with big, excited eyes as if I am performing a special porno for you.
Newsflash, corporate slut. I am NOT your personalized porno, and when I use my strap-on, when I fuck your ass, it is for my pleasure, not yours.
So I thought about it and came up with a few solutions to ensure that you’d be whipped back into the shape that I require in order to get pleasure from fucking your tight ass.
One is to get a much larger dildo. I have tried a few, but the weight of the dick is almost laughable. I would need a reinforced, bulky, heavy harness to hold it around my hips in the position that I like most, and that will be distracting. You see, I long for those days from years ago, when you were almost virginal, when you would gasp the first time the head of my cock pushed through your cheeks, when you would cry out when my thrusts got deeper.
It’s not the fucking that gets me off; it’s your desperate, pathetic whimpers of humiliation and pain, and the sheer knowledge that you are truly, honestly being used for my pleasure. Even now, when I push your face down into the carpet and call you a cunt, when I take precum and shove my fingers into your mouth and order you to suck, when I make you wear a pink thong and pull it down around your thighs and call you a sissy, it seems that you enjoy it all way too much.
So if the larger dildo won’t bring you back to humility, I thought about putting you in chastity for a period of 6 months, with a spiked cage, so that every time you grow hard you’d be whimpering desperately in pain – but knowing there was no release in sight.
If nothing else works, I might take more drastic measures. Like turning your next ass-fucking into a huge humiliation fest, one that leaves me dripping just at the thought of it. I imagined taking that cute new office boy that works in your building, and having you dressed in lingerie and hogtied in your office. Under the desk.
I’d steal him away and bring him into your office, where on your desk he’d first eat me out, my knees pulled up toward my body and skirt hiked up, giving him all the glorious access he’d need. Then I’d have him fuck me on the desk, and you’d hear the slamming against the fine wood grain and my moans of ecstasy as he came inside of me.
After sending him off, I’d pull you out from under the desk and sit on your face, making sure his load spilled out and all over your face as I pulled my harness from my toybag and prepared the dildo for your tight hole.
You’d then have to endure the most degrading penetration of your life – being fucked on all fours with his cum on your face, knowing that I had to work myself up to the brink of orgasm from another man’s talented dick while you remained in lingerie under the desk, a mere bystander.
You see, while he was fucking me, I’d be thinking of you. My prized pussy boy, under the desk, shaking, humiliated. The look of shame in your eyes later would be enough to get me so hot that my cock entering your ass, the tight familiar feeling and the way your body quivered, would be enough to get me on the edge.
Then, finally, I could have an orgasm the way I want to – leisurely, passionately, all for me. Instead of feeling like I was pumping you for your own gratification, and perhaps you were stifling your responses simply because you like to see me have to use my hands, fingers and lips on my own body to bring myself to orgasm while I fuck you. Now, you wouldn’t be so selfish, would you?
Of course, you could avoid this ultimate humiliation very easily. Next time I fuck you in the ass, figure out how to not bore me.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
