I made you suck dick for me on the phone, I made you finger your own ass and tell me it was your pussy. I called you "Lacey" and we had phone sex like two lesbians, and you had to talk to me in graphic terms about your body - your feminine body. The curve of your hips, the size of your breasts.
Good morning, my slave.
Make sure you door is definitely locked this morning.
I am in one of those moods. You know the ones – intense, evil, cruel. I feel so sadistic. I feel like the look of pain in your eyes, your desperate pleading at my feet is all I need right now to satisfy me.
It is all I can think about right now.
As I type this, I imagine you locked underneath my desk. You are in a tight little ball, naked, and you can’t move at all. Your ankles are locked together, your ass is full of a new pulsating plug I just purchased. I control its pulsations through the control box at my desk, and I answer my emails while I torture you now and then for fun.
Under my desk you have to please me when I demand it, burying your face between my thighs and having to kiss and lick me right through my red panties. The panties are crotch-less but I still make it difficult for you, shifting out of the way and making you work with every stroke.
Your poor cock and balls, locked in the new chastity harness, bulge without any relief. It has been how long now? Thirteen days? Thirteen days since I allowed you to cum. As you know, the next time I let you cum it will be all over your own face, your legs locked over your head in the ankles stocks we just installed on the headboard of the bed.
You will cum, squirting the warm milky liquid all over your face as I pump all 8 inches of my latex cock into your ass, staring down at you and guiding the direction of your ejaculation. I can spray it into your open mouth, onto your face, down your chest.
This time, I will make every drop land on your face.
*
I have here with me the large dildo that you hate.
You have only seen it one time. You don’t like it because of its size (11 inches) and how real it looks. It is flesh toned, complete with veins and balls. I made you suck it, and you nearly gagged, and you begged me not to make you continue.
Do you remember that?
I do. I remember because it turned me on so much. It turned me on to see the look in your eyes when you saw it. The way you turned your head away and gasped, “Please.”
I love it when your begging is so real. It was very real that night. I threatened to lubricate it in your mouth then use it on your ass, and this terrified you, because you are so tight as it is.
You are going to be seeing that evil device again soon, my slave. Very soon. And you are going to beg me to use it on you, on your mouth. Can you comprehend that? I want you to be shaking with fear at the thought of it, I want you to be terrified when I arrive today for our two o’clock late lunch.
I am bringing it in my big bag. I am bringing it along with a black lace teddy I am going to make you wear. And the pink lipstick that you will wear before you suck it, and the 5inch pumps that lock on your feet.
Do you remember the time I locked high heels on you and left, not giving you the key? I made you stay huddled in your office, legs hidden under the desk, terrified that someone would call an afternoon meeting that would require you to get up out of your desk.
And then I called you, telling you that I was going to call in a bomb threat. And that everyone would need to be evacuated from the building.
Do you remember what I made you do that day to talk me out of it? I had you so terrified your voice was cracking, in that hushed whisper that I love so much.
I made you suck dick for me on the phone, I made you finger your own ass and tell me it was your pussy. I called you “Lacey” and we had phone sex like two lesbians, and you had to talk to me in graphic terms about your body – your feminine body. The curve of your hips, the size of your breasts. How hard your nipples were. The way your pussy felt, how you kept it clean and shaved for your husband. Do you remember that conversation?
That was the conversation that got you out of the most humiliating day of your life, the day when you would have to walk out of your office in 5 inch pumps, with two dainty little silver locks hanging off them, complimenting the three piece suit. You would have to say to all your executive friends, “I can explain!”
But would they believe you? I hope you are glad it turned out that way. You ended up being a good enough lesbian for me that day. Just barely.
**
Today might be a little bit like that.
I am going to arrive with my special toy, and we are going to have some quiet time in your office. I’m wearing my close-cut business suit, my high pumps and sheer stockings. My hair is pulled back and I look quite professional.
After locking your office door, I’ll remove everything from my bag and place it all across your desk. I can’t wait to see the look in your eyes when you spot the big dildo. I can imagine you will be gripping the arms of your chair nervously, your eyes looking to me for some kind of mercy.
Trust me. You will be begging to suck it. You will be begging me, on your hands and knees, in your teddy. You will say to me, “Akasha, I will do anything to suck that dick.”
You don’t believe me now, do you? You can only think of how much that thing mortifies you.
**
Let me tell you how this will happen.
As you change out of your suit and into your slut teddy, I will sit back in your big leather chair and watch. You’ll realize, once I pull one leg up and let the other dangle on the desk, that I am not wearing panties. I’ll give you just enough of a view of my pussy to make it very clear that I have had some nasty thoughts on my mind for some time.
“Strip,” I will order, idly playing with the toys that are placed on your desk.
You will remove your clothes as I watch, and I will make you do it slowly. Purposefully. For me. Looking into my eyes. Giving me a show. You will make a production out of it, so you’d better start thinking about this in your head.
And as you do, my slave, I think I will find myself holding that heavy, latex cock in my hand. The one that you hate so much. I will start teasing my thighs with it, then my pussy – just the outer edges. Reclining back in your chair.
This will distract you quite a bit.
Do you know how you will feel, kneeling there in a black teddy and high heels, trying to apply lipstick while holding a hand mirror, seeing me plunge, slowly, the length of that dildo into my pussy?
Under my skirt, legs, open, thigh highs visible. You know I am not the most quiet woman in the world when I am being penetrated.
And what a dilemma that will be.
It will be glistening with my juices, and you will want so bad to taste me. It has been three days since you tasted my pussy, and I know you are desperate for it.
Watching me there, leaning back in your chair, pumping that dildo in and out of me, you will long so badly for the taste.
I’ll make you massage your caged cock through the panties you are wearing, torturing you even more. Watching you, on the brink of orgasm. I could cum just from watching you kneeling there in your slutty outfit, the tip of your dick peeking out from the panties.
“Do you want to taste me?”
The words make you so hard. You can imagine the scent, the taste. You want it so bad, don’t you?
And the dildo now, the balls are pressed up against my walls, it is in so deep. It has been so long since you have been that deep inside of me.
You will beg for it, slave. You will beg to suck dick just to taste me.
Just as I have told you a million times. When you are cocky and strong you laugh it off. But you know, in reality, when I have you where I want you, you will suck a dick that has been inside of me just to taste me.
You’d suck another man’s cock to taste me if that was the only way. You’d crawl to me and beg for it, eyes closed, opening your mouth to accept it. Hard, hot flesh in your slut mouth, milking off my taste even though the cum on your lips is so foreign.
You’ll be sucking dick today, my slave. You will beg for it, and you will lick every last drop of my pussy juices from it. Be prepared.
I’ll be there at two.
Affectionately,
M. Akasha
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