et’s see. The more aroused you make me – the more sensual your visit will be. The more flat and uninteresting your shopping visit was, the more I will bring an arsenal designed to deflate your ego and degrade your pride, until I leave you a whimpering, groveling mess. Not much for the rest of your productivity, don’t you agree?
In order to ensure that you make the shopping trip delicious for me, let me give you some advice. First, I highly recommend that you propel your own humiliation into high gear but asking Peggy if you need to “try on” what is in the box. You know she will smile broadly, and you’ll be gazing at her cleavage and probably eying some of the sweet, college-aged help buzzing around, and she’ll assemble a little group of girls – is that a ‘gaggle’? – to take a peek.
Good morning my corporate slut,
Just in time for the busy holiday shopping season, I’ve decided to reintroduce you to extreme public humiliation at the hands of my friends over at the lingerie store. The store manager Peggy emailed me to ask where you have been – it turns out they have a crop of new seasonal workers, and they want to spice up their day by participating in your ongoing degradation!
You probably find it alarming that a professional woman would contact me and request that a corporate powerhouse like you be shipped over to her for a little personal grooming. What is probably even more surprising to you is that I’ve spent the last hour browsing their online site to pick out the red, pink and black lace lingerie you will be buying – a little for me, a lot for you.
And the whole time, my panties have been getting a bit moist. I was laughing out loud one moment, on the brink of orgasm the next, thinking about what you will be feeling when you enter that store in your fine corporate suit, only to feel the eyes of the women shoppers on you, the whispering begin, and the unmistakable excited giggles from the sales staff.
Whatever they have ready for you, you must purchase. And don’t be surprised if Peggy asks for a little peek under your suit to see what I’ve sent you in there wearing; the red lace today, wasn’t it?
This is nothing, really. Nothing to prepare you for my own afternoon delight. The visit today where I will verify your purchase, then make you endure acts of surrender and humiliation designed to relieve the pressure, anxiety and frustration I am feeling over my own holiday pressures!
The challenge today is pretty simple. When Peggy emails me to confirm that you stopped by and picked up the package, I will open the correspondence with the intent to grade and evaluation your “visit” with her. Depending on how wet the email makes me, I’ll decide which toys to bring to your office when I visit later.
Will it be my strap on harness, or my flogger?
Will it be the O-ring gag and a thermos of your saved cum, or will it be my vampire gloves and the ball gag to keep your moans quiet?
Will it be a hand milking device, or the double sided gag/head harness, so I can ride myself to orgasms while slamming your head against the floor?
Let’s see. The more aroused you make me – the more sensual your visit will be. The more flat and uninteresting your shopping visit was, the more I will bring an arsenal designed to deflate your ego and degrade your pride, until I leave you a whimpering, groveling mess. Not much for the rest of your productivity, don’t you agree?
In order to ensure that you make the shopping trip delicious for me, let me give you some advice. First, I highly recommend that you propel your own humiliation into high gear but asking Peggy if you need to “try on” what is in the box. You know she will smile broadly, and you’ll be gazing at her cleavage and probably eying some of the sweet, college-aged help buzzing around, and she’ll assemble a little group of girls – is that a ‘gaggle’? – to take a peek.
You need to say some lines to her in the course of your visit, and they need to leave an impression enough with her that she includes them in her email to me. For example, how about lines like:
“Do you think these panties make my ass look fat?”
“I need to look really pathetic for my Mistress, does this outfit do that?”
“I am sorry about my very small penis.”
“I have not been allowed to cum in 47 days.”
“You’re right, I look like a woman; you should see me suck cock…”
“What color lipstick would I need to go with this?”
You get the idea.
Wow. I am getting wet just imagining you – standing there – holding your breath, trying to just vanish, as the girls flutter around you, some of them whispering. A crowded lingerie store on the busiest shopping day of the year – and a high powered executive, standing in all pink lingerie as his chest is measured, (“Sadly hon, I think you are still an a-cup”) and thong panty is wedged up his crack, recommendations are made on his grooming, (“When was the last time you got a wax down there, girl?”) and all of it just leading up to the main event.
Afternooning with Akasha.
Although the final result regarding what toys I will bring in my bag are undecided, I’ll confess that I ache to see you spread your own ass cheeks, prop your behind in the air and beg – muffled into the floor – to be taken. Just walking around you, sizing you up, stroking my strap on, perhaps shoving it in your face to tease you – it all holds such appeal right now!
I’ve narrowed it down between a few acts – acts that are designed to give me the pleasure and distraction I need right now. You’ll be in your new lingerie, I’ll be in my very, very wet panties. I’ll strip out of them pretty quickly, sliding them out from under my skirt, down past my legs in fine stockings, under the spiked high heels before telling you to open wide.
It won’t simply be a balled-up panty gag. No, I plan to pry your mouth open, looking at you almost sympathetically, as I stuff them into your mouth with little regard for your comfort. Deeper, deeper, until your eyes water and the muffled whimper just earns you a light slap across the face and the command, “Don’t be such a little sissy bitch, suck it up and take it.” A piece of silver duct tape of your mouth, and then fastened over your face will be the other end of the dildo harness, so I can ride myself close to orgasm before strapping on my harness and finishing the job.
The reason for the close face-fucking is pretty simple. In addition to having you taste and gag on the undeniably moist panties in your mouth, I want your face to be absolutely coated with my juices. You’ll be forced to endure the scent all day long, well after my visit is over, to remind you that you’ve been marked once again as my bitch and my territory.
How long I use your ass – and what other implements I bring in my ‘bag of tricks’ – well, that all depends on Peggy. I do hope you impress her. She’s expecting you at 1pm today.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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