Good morning my corporate bitch,
If you have looked into your briefcase yet this morning, you will see that the lunch you so carefully prepared last night is gone. You were so proud, I could not help but feel a little sad for you when I removed the carefully sealed container of such healthy, freshly prepared food. I know you take your health and body very seriously and had a very special lunch planned to give you all the energy you need for your gym workout after the office is done for the day…but you know, sometimes I get a bit of a whimsical idea.
No, I am not going to starve you. I did not steal your lunch just to be cruel. Although I will admit, I am eating it right now as I write this letter, pausing sometimes to think about what my plans are. Your food is quite delicious. Does that make your stomach growl? I finished the small salad quickly and am now eating the salmon. You did such a nice job on a very healthy, practical meal. If I were not enjoying it so much, I’d feel sorry for you, sitting there in your office, dressed so sharply, stomach growling, worried about what I might have in store for you.
I could just tell you that you are going to take me out for a nice lunch this afternoon and this was a way to guarantee it. That maybe you have not been paying attention to the details, and as such, you will be making it up to me by joining me at a very fancy restaurant, buying me a very expensive lunch, while I flirt with you from across the table and eventually sit on your face in the backseat of the car making you eat me out before letting you return to the office.
(Of course, I would not let you wash your face, making you return to work with a shit-eating grin and your face glistening with the scent of my pussy, forcing you to try in vain to get focused on work again, but we both know how well that would work out.)
Oh, I bet there’s a tight, inappropriate little bulge right now in your panties as you think about the taste of my pussy and the prospect of a little afternoon delight. Maybe it’s a good thing that I stole your lunch after all, right? Go ahead, reach down and take a little distracting squeeze break, reach into your trousers and move your hand down the front of the pink lace panties. Feels good, doesn’t it? Oh, you are just imagining the taste of my pussy and my groans of pleasure as I ride your face, wishing the clock would stop so you could lick me to orgasm after orgasm. That’s the way to spend your lunch, isn’t it!?
I have some disappointing news for you. On the one hand, you are correct that my stealing your lunch is because I have other plans for you today. But in reality, the self indulgence is all mine, and while the idea of a fine meal at a fancy restaurant followed by a half hour of pussy worship is appealing, my mood is far more dark and sadistic. After all, I can get my pussy eaten out anytime I want, remember? You are my slave. You lick when and how I tell you, whether it be my ass or my pussy.
No, I had other plans. But they involve your lunch break and will still result in you having a full belly when we are done. With what, though, might surprise you.
I took out a personal ad. A very nasty, degrading, graphic one. As a result, I have fifteen cocks lined up for you to suck. You are probably wondering why I have fifteen lined up – well, I plan to be prepared because some of them might not go through with it. At the very least, I want you to suck five cocks. Five cocks and five loads of cum – that’s what you will be sucking for me. Each man is going to pay me $100. I could earn up to $1,500 in one afternoon, think about that!
I suppose you are probably thinking about something else. You are probably busy thinking about why and how you are going to do this. I can assure you, you are going to go through with it. You are going to go through with it because you are my whore, my bitch and I own your ass. I own every part of your body, and today, I want to see you suck dick for cash.
When we do it, you are going to be dressed for me, humiliated for me and degraded for me. The entire afternoon will be about my pleasure – and the dicks that are lined up for you to suck, you will do it while I watch, perhaps just taking it in, perhaps pleasuring myself during the little performance.
I expect you to do a fine job. After all, the dildo sucking exercises I have made you submit to over the past years have been for a reason – to ensure that your cocksucking capabilities are amazing. I expect you to do such a fine job that I receive tips on top of the cash that I am paid….wouldn’t that be fantastic?
Then I will hogtie you in your sissy lingerie and head off to the mall to spend my cash. Whether or not I bring you along for the shopping trip is still undecided. You’ll have a belly full of cum, though, and probably a fair amount dried into your hair and over your face. Is that appropriate for an afternoon in the mall? We shall see.
Hope you are good and hungry around lunchtime…..
See you soon.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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