"I want to tie you up in your frilly little bra and panties, in locking high heels. I want to make you watch a real man stick his cock in me. A big, eight inch dick, something that puts your pathetic little two inch penis to shame."
Good morning, my slave.
Does today feel any differently than another Monday? Do those panties feel a little tight? How is that locking cock cage, is it digging into your skin?
I did not tell you this when we were talking this morning. I am in a very scary, very dangerous and very demanding mood. It is so much so that I almost asked you to take a few days off from work and take me away on a trip. I need to go away and be in a totally different place and own you completely.
But, I knew that this was an important work week for you. So instead I locked on the cage again, grinning at you as I did. You thought I was being playful. But it was a different kind of grin. I am going to leave you in it a long, long time.
You will not be allowed to cum until I am damn well through with you. Your cock will bulge day after day in the cage. I will call you and talk dirty to you at least three times each day, making you sit and listen to me cum on the phone.
I will make sure your cock is chaffed, sore, bulging. I want the head of your dick to be blue by the time you get home, your balls pulled into a tight little bulging package for me.
Is that your phone ringing right now? Are you afraid to answer it?
“Get down on your knees.”
That voice you hear. You know it is me, but it is not me. It is the evil, twisted me.
“Stick your hands down your trousers. Grab my dick through the cage. Do you feel those panties, little sissy boy?’
Ohh, you just squirm and do as I say. This makes me wet. I am commanding you over the phone. I am rubbing my pussy and telling you all about it, just to tease you more. You want to hear about it, don’t you?
“You won’t be eating me for a long time, fucktoy. You won’t be eating me until you please me like you never have before. Do you want me to humiliate you?”
A soft moan from you. But it isn’t enough. It’s never enough when I am in this mood.
“Get the pink panties from your drawer. The ones I wore that I make you smell. Get them out.”
I hear shuffling in your drawer. I hear your voice, your breath, shaking.
“Gag yourself. Shove them into your pathetic mouth so you can give me your undivided attention.”
You do it. I hear you whimpering. I can imagine you must be tasting my scent, now old, but still quite recognizable.
“Do you want me to humiliate you?”
I know what you need. And I lay back in my bed, naked except for silk bra and panties (your favorite set). I listen for your begging and pleading. Your desperate need to be put in place in the middle of your workday.
When the desperate gasps are enough, I might just indulge you.
“So you want to be humiliated? You want me to tell you how I am going to degrade you tonight?” I get up and pace around for this, looking at myself in the mirror. I look good in my lingerie, as I move my hands down my body I know you would love to see. The red satin panties, the matching bra.
“I want to tie you up in your frilly little bra and panties, in locking high heels. I want to make you watch a real man stick his cock in me. A big, eight inch dick, something that puts your pathetic little two inch penis to shame.”
Much desperate pleading to stop (or is it to continue?) just makes me more wet. I have to stop and sit on my dresser, rubbing my panties. Feeling them start to get warm and damp.
“Can you imagine how degraded you will feel when I show you that even my dick is bigger than yours?”
I can’t help but bring out my latex strap on and look at it. I want to wear it. Hell, I want to be fucked with it. We have been on the phone for ten minutes and I had promised myself to keep it to fifteen (after all, you do have SOME work to get done)..but this could take some time.
Then all hell breaks lose.
“I’m coming over.”
Click.
*
This is one of those days, my slave. You read this now, between your ten o’clock and your 11 o’clock. I am leaving and on my way to your office. You are caged and pumping, precum forming at your tip (lick up every last drop).
I am going to cum visit you and make you worship my panties. You don’t even get to touch my skin with your tongue and lips. This time, I will make you crawl to me just to bury your face in my red satin panties.
I will hold you there, grinding my crotch in your face. Fucking your nose. Smearing my wetness all over you, right through the panties.
I will inspect you to make sure you are wearing your plug, then I will order you to the floor for some real smothering. First with my pussy, then with my ass.
Turning on your radio to make sure people don’t hear, I plan to cut off every last bit of your breathing by locking a tight seal between my crotch and your nose and mouth. But you never even get to stick your tongue inside of me. Not this time. This is a week where you will suffer for me.
You know that I can cum just from fucking your face that way, even if I am still in my panties. Bouncing up and down on you like a schoolgirl, I’ll ride you until my fists clench in your hair, my wet crotch pumping right into you. You’ll feel the soft material rubbing against your face, you’ll smell my juices and feel them coating your face right through my panties.
Is this torture? Or do you really get off on it?
I’ll be there at 12:30. Tell your secretary that I am bringing your lunch.
*
Do you want to know what I am bringing you for lunch, my dear?
I am bringing a new cock gag. This one is almost 7 inches long and actually ejaculates. I had it custom made. Do you know what I plan to do with it? I bet you were wondering why I whisked a vial of your cum into the kitchen last week. Three times.
I am bringing a ball stretcher and a set of weights. This time I plan on crushing and torturing your balls until I have to shove something in your mouth to prevent you from screaming for help. I might slam them in your desk drawer. I might make you lay on the floor and walk on you in spiked heels, pressing my spiked pump right into your most tender flesh…then your balls, one, then the other. I am in a really twisted, evil mood.
I’ve got a special pussy hood. It is for forced, long term pussy worship. It creates an air tight seal between your nose and mouth and my wet pussy. I will lock it on, put your face in it, then sit down, and until I release the valve you cannot breathe. You will have to earn that, and I won’t let you breathe until your tongue manages to worship me to the brink right through my panties.
These toys will be used on you during your lunch break until you are spent, worn, and exhausted. This is just a preview of what you can expect this evening when you come home, and the rest of the week when I explore my darkest desires with you.
I just hope you have the energy and the courage to keep up with me. My new toys are very evil.
Adoringly,
Mistress Akasha
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