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Good morning my corporate slut,
What is it about a new piece of “gear”?
Some women get crazy when they buy a new purse or a new pair of shoes. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy these things as much as the next classy lady. But it’s an entirely different level of glee when I obtain a brain new leather harness with a large, ominous dildo protruding from it. So what is it about this awesome, awe-inspiring piece of gear?
I don’t want to get you too distracted at work this morning, but let’s just say I got very aquinted with the thorough design of the large, lifelike dildo attachment on the strap on harness this morning. It started just by trying on the harness in the full length mirror, admiring how the leather straps accentuate my hips, how the silver buckles shine so nicely since they are new.
I found myself stroking the shaft of the dildo, admiring the detail in the ridges. Lifelike, to be sure. It’s thick, menacing. It felt fantasing in my hand, and soon I had added some lubricant, and the familiar slick sounds just start to get to me. I imagined that sound as my cock slid in and out of your tight, tight asshole, and within minutes my panties were moist and my pussy was aching. All from this little “show” in front of the mirror.
This shaft – this huge cock – when it gets slick, it literally looks alive. Stroking it, in the mirror, it looked so real, I couldn’t help but imagine your mouth wrapped around it! Staring down at you on the floor, on your knees, it would be so easy to imagine you were sucking a real man’s dick. Just by watching the flesh colored cock pumping in and out of your mouth, the way the spit would mix with the glistening lube, how you’d gag on the taste as if you were sucking a cock covered by a lubricated condom. How perfect!
So you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what happened next. Somehow within moments I was on the bed with my legs spread, my hand pumping furiously at the cock, as if stroking faster would get me closer to my own orgasm. I almost forgot, I don’t own that anatomy! But something about the slicking pumping sound and my imagined visuals of you going down on it, along with the gagging from your own mouth, it got me closer and closer to cumming.
Sadly, I could not finish myself off. I thought about getting up and getting the bullet vibrator from the bedside drawer, but instead, I unbuckled the harness, popped the dildo out, and within a few seconds started fucking myself with it. Oh my god – I have never felt such intense pleasure!
First, the cock itself is huge. So thick, and absolutely lifelike but only better – undeniably effective. Sliding it in and out of my tight, tight pussy, I imagined you watching, pathetically, longingly, as if I had just fucked your mouth to the edge, then made you kneel and watch me finish myself off with the cock inside me. Where you wished so desperately your tongue would be. Not a chance!
Fucking myself hard, hips rolling, gasping in pleasure, I imagined making you “perform” a little show to aid in my self pleasure, telling you that the reward would be this pussy-soaked dildo either in your MOUTH or in your ASS, depending on my mood. The show you would perform, as I pleasured myself, would include the total self degradation of ass violation with a series of plugs, all lined up in a case, each larger than the previous. You would systematically insert each of them, and I’d watch as you grimaced and whimpered, until you could not take it, your ass being stretched to its limits. Each plug would have a pump inside that would fill your ass up with cum fluid, so much cum saved up that you’d feel full of loads of cum by the end, only to be permanently plugged with the final device – including a harness that locked, with the key safely on a chain around my neck.
You could hope – I suppose – that I would have some mercy on you and unplug you in order to give you the reward of a nice, long ass fucking. But I’ll be honest, I just see myself taking that pussy-coated dildo and fucking your mouth with it, hard. This time, though, for good measure, I’d hold your head with both hands and keep you very, very still as I controlled the depth and rhythm of the thrusts. You’d feel like you were just a cocksucking machine, an object for my pleasure, a mouth to use. Just a hole. For that day, too, I may just call you “my hole” – repeating it with every thrust.
I know that I am going to enjoy this, no matter what direction I do take it. I spent quite a lot of money on this new strap on harness, and I will get my money’s worth – you know I am very practical that way.
It’s well worth it, at any cost.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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