I can picture you there. Squirming as I move my latex-clad fingers over your helpless frame. I see you, and I see what I want you to become. I see you on all fours in that outfit. I see you on all fours with your legs spread apart wide because of my spreader bar. I see my cock in your mouth, and in your ass.
Good morning my slave,
Have you shut your door yet?
Did you walk over, shut it, lock it, then return to your desk, crawling on your hands and knees? The way I like to see you. On all fours. Like an animal.
You know when you close your door, it is for me. Because they can’t know what you do for me. They can’t know that deep down, you belong to me. That your cock wears my leather harness. That your balls are often tied up when you arrive at work.
That often you ache, and your ass burns, and you are still sore from the night before, or from what I did to you just that morning.
They don’t know that when you aren’t running everything, you are being run by me. That you are really just a nasty little whore for me.
I like it this way. Leave them in the dark.
And as for you, my slave. Shut that door. We must spend a little time together this morning.
*
Latex gloves. The black ones, the ones that go all the way up to my elbows. That is what I am thinking about right now. I am thinking about wearing them tonight when you get home. And then putting you in something tight and nasty as well.
Some fishnet stockings are what I had in mind for you. Fishnet stockings, black thong panties and a black bra. Then I will bind you to the bondage chair, your arms this time pulled tightly behind your back, exposing your bare chest to me. A leather blindfold over your eyes. Ahh, you will look amazing. You will look like a cheap tart, a sissy whore. Dressed in bra and panties like a cheap cunt for me. I can play with your nipples through the bra and get them nice and hard, I can slide my hand down your panties and squeeze your sissy dick. I can whisper into your ear about what a sissy you are, how your pussy is so wet, how your sissy clit gets hard just at the touch of my hand.
I can picture you there. Squirming as I move my latex-clad fingers over your helpless frame. I see you, and I see what I want you to become. I see you on all fours in that outfit. I see you on all fours with your legs spread apart wide because of my spreader bar. I see my cock in your mouth, and in your ass.
Is your dick getting hard right now? How is that new harness I put you in, is it tight enough? I want you to take down your trousers and tighten it for me, angel. Tighten it up good right now. I want you to be very uncomfortable as you read this e-mail.
I guess I should tell you about the double-sided dildo I just bought.
*
Now that your balls are securely bound, I want you to hear about the new toys I bought. Then I will tell you what you need to buy. Yes, I am sending you shopping today. You poor, humiliated slave. You will be shopping out at the mall today. Buying lingerie.
But I will get to that later.
I saw a large double-sided dildo the other day at the bondage shop. Immediately I thought of you. For one, I thought of expanding your anal training with it, because it is much bigger than you have ever had to take. It’s also going to be quite a nice sized cock for you to suck.
My ideas are far beyond that, though.
I want you to be on all fours tonight, holding it in your mouth. You are going to have to figure out a way to get a good enough grip on it, because you are going to fuck me with it.
That’s right. Not able to even use your tongue on my pussy (you are on pussy restriction for a few days, until I decide whether or not to continue your pussy-collar training), you will be forced to maneuver the dildo just perfectly between my legs. It will take more balance, concentration and strength than you have ever had to use.
And I am sure it will be a nice, long fucking. I will want it that way. I will recline comfortably on the bed with my legs open, enjoying your fumbling and gasping (through clenched teeth, of course) to position yourself and the dildo most effectively.
I will enjoy the penetration. Long, struggling penetration. Maybe even making it more difficult for you by moving in subtle ways, making sure you never get a break. Making sure you must concentrate the entire time.
If you don’t make me cum this way, you will be punished. Severely. The type of punishment will probably include leaving you tied down for long periods of time, having to hold the now-coated dildo between your teeth. Until your jaw is so tired that you want to scream. Until the scent and taste of my pussy is so overwhelming that you long for any kind of torture to be allowed to bury your face between my legs.
You will be suffering there, so helpless, so pathetic. I might watch you, or I might masturbate in front of you. I might get myself off right then, since you couldn’t do it. I might chastise you for being such a worthless pussy.
Maybe I will enjoy it so much, you will never be allowed to fuck me with your cock again.
You will be reduced to just a sissy – a pussy-boy of mine. Used completely for sexual purposes, but never allowed to use your cock again. I would even have a permanent chastity device developed for you. Something metal that locks on, and allows you to piss, but nothing else.
But now, I must tell you about the shopping trip.
*
You are going to take a break from work today. You have no choice in this matter, I want to make that clear. You are going to the lingerie store to buy a special outfit for this evening. I want to be impressed, so you should allow sufficient time for selecting and trying things on.
Go to the lingerie store in the mall. You know the one – the one where all the pretty girls work. All the women in their early 20s. The shapely, pretty, polite girls. I am sure they will take very good care of you.
You are to go into the store and tell the ladies you are looking for a very special, sensual and erotic outfit. They will wonder who it is for. Or maybe they will know right away – who can tell?
Have them help you pick out some garters, thigh high stockings, and panties. I want the panties to be crotchless or thong – surprise me. Something either black or red. The stockings will need to match. And don’t forget a matching bra. If they have a nightie there for you to wear tonight (you are sleeping in bondage this evening), pick up that as well.
I only wish I could see the humiliation and embarrassment as you browse the merchandise, looking for the perfect outfit for your slutty little ass. I wish I could see you turning bright red, while your cock stiffens in your panties. Are you going to have the balls to try them on this time? Or are you going to disappoint me?
And to make absolutely sure you follow my directions to the letter, I am going to make you mail me the receipts. Is that clear? You are going to mail them so I can check the postmark, compare it to the date on the receipt, verify the items, and perhaps call the store. When you go to the post office to mail the receipts, you will already be wearing the new outfit under your clothes. That means you have to find a place to change between the mall and your office. You know I like to challenge you.
You will mail them to me. You know the address.
Once you have completed that task, you can return to the office in your new outfit and enjoy the rest of your afternoon. You may hear from me again – a short email, a nasty voice mail message. I may decide I want to hear you down on your knees, whimpering, begging, pleading, gasping. You will be tortured.
I might even have you strip down in your office after you have the outfit, and make you pose for some self-portraits on your hands and knees on your desk. Great material to have hanging on my office walls to remind me what a whore you are. I’m glad you still have that Polaroid camera I bought for you. Make sure you have film today.
Talk to you soon.
Adoringly,
Mistress Akasha
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