Does it bother you that I get off on seeing you so humiliated? It’s the angst in your face that makes me so incredibly wet. To see you accepting the foreign, humiliating object in your mouth, knowing that in your mind you know what is next. That you will be forced to enjoy it, to surrender fully to it, to then beg for more because you are so aware of what it does to me.
Good morning my corporate slut,
What is it about the element of surprise that gets me so hot?
I suppose it’s not just the act of surprise. It’s my desire to somehow get as close to a totally unethical “taking” of your surrender without actually being immoral. Don’t get me wrong, but if I knew I could take you against your will – abduction, forced penetration, absolute humiliation – with no negative repercussions…well, let’s just say you’d spend your entire life looking over your shoulder wondering when it would happen next.
So the element of surprise is the only way I can manufacture enough of that delicious flavor of lust that calms my aching hunger when I need it most.
I need the absolute real taste of fear that I sense from you, and it sadly only comes these days when I have caught you in a position where you have no idea what is going on or will happen next.
That never fails to make me so wet.
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When you resist me – when I am forcing you to kneel by taking you with a clenched fistful of hair – that’s when I feel my panties really getting soaked. So much so that I long, immediately, to peel them off, down under my skirt, stepping out of them in pumps, just to shove them into your mouth and force you to taste it.
When I bring you to your knees in your full corporate uniform, I can’t help but get off on the paradox of your situation. Powerful, yet helpless. The look in your eyes that comes across your entire face that shows me you’re already suffering. Wincing in pain combined with a tinge of fear and the unknown. This is foreplay for me.
My corporate bitch, kneeling and ready, fighting your own instinct to reach up and grab my hand because I keep tightening my fingers in your hair, twisting your head back, whispering in clearly vulgar, nasty words what I intend to do to you.
Without mercy.
“You will suck my cock,” I explain to you, and hearing the words myself is another boost of lust to my libido, when I am already feeling as though I’m soaked, so wet and hot just by the sight and smell of your fear.
“You will beg to deep throat my huge, realistic cock, the one I am wearing.”
Wearing a large strap on, concealed by my otherwise normal, professional attire, it’s arousing in and of itself. Sporting eight inches of plastic dick under my skirt, practically masturbating on the way in. Hell, thoughts even of pulling over and using the dildo for some self indulgent penetration.
Is that what you taste when the thick head of the dildo is pushed into your tightened lips?
Your resistance in these moments of surprise is what makes me ache to be even crueler. The way you try to turn your head but my grip reminds you that I am serious. You will surrender eventually. I don’t care if it takes an hour or longer – the ride is just more foreplay to me.
But watching your grimace when the cock pushes through your lips for the first time is hypnotic and wonderful. The mix of agony and arousal, and how you fight it all at the same time, it’s better than any orgasm. The moment when you realize that a cock is in your mouth and I am pumping against your will – the groans, the slurping. Again. And again. I want to replicate that first moment when the realization comes over you, and you suffer in it. It makes me want to stop – everything – and pleasure myself to your humiliation.
Does it bother you that I get off on seeing you so humiliated? It’s the angst in your face that makes me so incredibly wet. To see you accepting the foreign, humiliating object in your mouth, knowing that in your mind you know what is next. That you will be forced to enjoy it, to surrender fully to it, to then beg for more because you are so aware of what it does to me.
How fantastically evil. The moment when you become fully aware that you are a powerful, confident man, in a high rise building, in charge of so many people. Yet you are on your knees with a dick in your mouth, with my hands in your hair, and I am forcing your head to bob back and forth on it as I order you to suck harder and faster. How degrading, because you are so fully overwhelmed by my arousal that you can think of nothing else but to keep pleasing me. You want to make me more and more wet. You want my juices to drip right through. You want to drown in my cum.
So much, that you will go to any length. Despite your own pride.
So you suck harder, and you open your eyes and look right at me even though you are choking on it. And that’s the beauty of your surrender, in that moment, the look of shame combined with – what is that emotion? Affection? Surrender?
No. It’s clear. Devotion.
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Devotion is what makes me want to shove my large, uncomfortable cock in your mouth. Forcing you to go against your very nature and to do so willingly because you know my pleasure is more important than your pride.
I get such joy from the moment that I know that my strap on is so wet, so juicy from your devoted sucking and slurping that I could – with ease – have you on all fours spreading your own ass cheeks and begging for it in your ass.
The act I force you to endure – begging for penetration after being orally violated – is the cherry on top of the “surprise visit,” so to speak. Not so much the actual thrusting when I have you on all fours and I work the rhythm up to a speed that stimulates me sexually; but the willingness you show at that moment when you know that the lack of real lubricant, the feel of your stretched mouth and lips, the degradation of being forced to present your ass and even spread your own cheeks in surrender is what makes me so hot.
Having you hold the pose, eyes shut tight, and tell me, no, beg me, by saying, “I’m ready.”
Even though you can’t see, if you could, you’d simply see me there smiling. Dripping wet. Taking my time.
Someday, maybe, I will honestly take you against your will. For now, I will settle for the element of surprise. It’s still enough to get me off.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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