Cracked
Good morning my corporate slut,
There’s no surprise that I am easily aroused when I know you are absolutely helpless. Unable to cum. Locked in steel chastity. Denied for what must seem like months.
When I know that my mere presence puts you in a painful, strained state of tortured denial, my first instict is to make your life miserable. But for a purpose, of course. You know your suffering serves a greater purpose – to keep me aroused and entertained.
When I think about visiting you today, I get wet almost instantly. I get wet because I know that when I walk through your office doors, your face will show me just exactly what is going on in your trousers. You may sit there looking calm and collected to your co-workers, but I can tell by the subtle strain in your eyes that there is a distinct, painful swelling in the cage
What is it about that? I picture it, and it gets me so hot. I picture your pathetic, useless cock straining against the metal bars of the painful chastity device, reacting simply to me standing there, and I get a sense of amusement. And arousal.
I imagine the flesh – so tender, strained, chaffed . The tip of your useless member is swollen and discolored. Your balls are so full that you can feel them when you walk, and they have a dull ache in them. This excites me, because I know that each day will bring more of the same.
Soon, when I stand in front of you, the denial and pain will be so inescapable that you crack. When you crack, it will be all pure pleasure for me. That moment that you drop to your knees and beg me to end it. Beg me to end your misery.
What is it exactly that you will be begging for?
Maybe you will be begging to be milked. Those devices I told you about, The dark sex shops in downtown, with the experimental gear I helped design. Strapped down tight, with me sitting on your face, forcing you to worship my ass without pause while the probes are lubed and slid up your hole. Such degradation as the female assistants poke and prod you, comment on your shaved genitals, squeeze your heavy balls to comment on how effective the chastity has been. What part of this is planned for your humiliation, and what part is totally real? You will have no idea. All you will know is that when the probe starts humming in your ass, your body will shake with involuntary, pleasurelsess orgasms that result in ounce after ounce of your loads filling up the waiting container for later use. Meanwhile, your tongue better not miss a beat as it thoroughly adores my ass crack – the closest you will have gotten to my pussy in weeks.
Maybe you will be begging for something else entirely. Like having my largest, thickest strap on cock violating your mouth and ass, stretching you in ways you find unthinkable and so thoroughly degrading. In front of my girlfriends. Until you gag on the cock, choke on your own spit, and plead for mercy, Only to use your own spit for lube, making you roll over onto your back, pull your legs up in full view, begging like a porn star to be pounded hard. Again, while watched, scrutinized, but some of the most attractive and successful women in Hollywood. Some of whom laugh at you, others just shake their head and whisper.
Finally, maybe you will beg for mercy by offering me the most unthinkable surrender. I will know you are broken when you offer to suck a real cock, when you say, “That’s how desperate I am, I wil do anything!” It is the true test of “anything” when you find yourself blindfolded and sucking my realistic warm flesh-toned dildo, never knowing if the next cock in your mouth is going to be salt flavored, warm and moist.
Once you have cracked, all of these things will come easy for you. Perhaps too easy.
We will see, won’t we?
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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