I am imagining that just an hour previously you were on all fours with your mouth stuffed full of two huge dildos at once. Try not to think about how your ass feels as I recall, smiling, the sounds you made when my cock violated you.
Good morning my corporate slut,
It’s not just a normal day at the office, is it? My panties are undeniably wet when I imagine you there today – thinking that perhaps you will have a little bit of freedom – totally unaware of what I have planned for you.
When things are a little too quiet in our ‘relationship’ you do start to feel a false sense of security and safety. By now, though, you should know that this just means I am planning something.
When I’m not torturing you, I’m probably thinking about ways to torture you. When I’m not humiliating you, I’m trying to come up with a new way to embarrass you that will make you feel like a virgin all over again. When I am not giving you degrading, painful commands, I’m surely just making my list for next time – but doing it in a way that I am sure the demands will be as terrifying and unthinkable as the first time.
So yeah – don’t think I’m just letting you off easy. Quite the contrary. I’m plotting and planning just what it is going to take to make me feel what I need to feel. Your total surrender, helplessness – the pure fear and begging in your eyes, the humiliation and shame. It’s all going to have to be real, and it’s all going to have to be more intense than anything you have experienced in the past.
That’s just going to be what it takes. As a professional and a perfectionist, you always have to do everything right. And this is no exception. So try not to think about the long trips I have had to the lingerie store, the special order I placed in the UK that involves rubber, a breathing tube and something inflatable; don’t think about the new ball crusher, all clear plexi, that I had specially made for your crotch. Don’t think about the inflatable strap-on dick that I have packed in my bag right now, don’t think about the penis gag that squirts real fluid. Don’t think about the anal hook, the spiked nipple clamps.
Oh, did I mention the video camera and the “Craig’s List” ad?
While I won’t go into specifics, my latest fantasy – no, my latest QUEST – involved totally fucking you, using you and treating you like a whore in a two-hour period of time, then having you “put yourself back together” and return to your office. I have personally picked the afternoon of your national sales conference when you have to deliver your speech to all your executive peers.
So at 1pm you will be on all fours, taking a strap on up your ass and another in your mouth, while at 4pm you will be standing in front of a room of high-powered executives giving one of the most important speeches of your career. I have to wonder if a little cum will be visible in your hair, if your lips will be slightly pink and puffy, if your body language will be strained as your ass still throbs and the lubricant leaks into your red panties.
The afternoon – in a motel room down the street from your office – will be an intense, packed two hours where I have a little “agenda” of my own. You will arrive on time, be blindfolded, frisked and then stripped. All very mechanical and methodical, even a bit cold, before you get just a brief chance to study the faces of the ladies present. A video crew, champagne chilling in an ice bucket (a stark contrast to the cheap, dim-lit motel room), the bed with the shackles already in place, the assortment of tools and devices and lubricants out and ready.
What makes me most hot – what turns me on about this – is the idea that you’ll have to endure an incredibly packed two hours, leaving you feeling so brutally humiliated and objectified, then quickly pull yourself together, put on your suit and return to the working world.
When I am sitting in the conference room watching your speech (because, of course, you will see to it that I am there), I will be studying your expressions and body language. Try not to be distracted as you run through your annual report, while I am imagining that just an hour previously you were on all fours with your mouth stuffed full of two huge dildos at once. Try not to think about how your ass feels as I recall, smiling, the sounds you made when my cock violated you.
You will avoid eye contact with me, for sure. But you won’t be able to forget me, or the experience, because you are to make sure these words are ALL in your speech: violation, nasty, ass, cheap, restraint, and hole. And when you say those words, you will know I am getting wet. Watching you, feeling my panties get moist every time you say a word that I ordered you to pepper throughout your speech. I know this does not give you much time, but you work best under pressure.
Finally, when I send you away, after you have serviced, sucked, worshipped every dildo and dick I present you, after you have been strapped down and assfucked on camera by the ladies I line up, I am going to send you to your presentation in a new, tight pair of red lace panties. They have a remote-controlled vibrating crotch. I will have the controls, of course. Just in case I decide to test your concentration during your speech.
You will be lucky if I do leave your ass alone for this. Yes, I have considered a remote control plug in your ass, also, but after the intense fucking you are going to endure, I don’t think your ass will be ready to handle that. And I’ll admit, that vibrating plug is just a little too loud. Imagine trying to explain that to your peers after the speech.
You can tell that my mind has been very busy making plans and plotting your fate. Many moments of masturbation have fueled my fantasies. I get so hot imagining my corporate whore enduring such humiliation and pain just to get me hot. If you are a good boy during this process, I might just reward you with the taste of my sweet pussy a few times – when your mouth isn’t full, that is.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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