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Good morning, my slave.
I've decided you need some serious attitude adjustment. It occurred to me when I noticed you were starting to get even more cocky. Last night, the way you talked to your friends in front of me, your macho demeanor and your "nothing can hurt me" attitude just got to me.
I've come up with three extremely humiliating scenarios. I spent all last night finalizing these in my mind, and all morning planning them out. Oh, these are horrifying, nasty things. I so look forward to seeing your pride trampled, your precious ego put back into place. Not even those sparkling, begging eyes will get you out of it this time, slut boy.
As I sit here, typing this, I am in my latex catsuit. I am in my thigh high boot, and my riding crop is resting across my leg. I am dressed to fit my mood, and I have masturbated three times already today.
In fact, I masturbated in a pair if panties that are being sent over to your office by courier, so make sure your secretary does not open the box. The box is for you, so you can press the silky, moist material against your face and breathe, breathe in the scent of my pussy as I came thinking this morning of how you are going to be fucked, ridden like a whore and put on display.
Just for a start.
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Now, I will give you a little time this morning to pick one of the three humiliation procedures I have developed for you. Oh, if you could see the evil grin on my face right now. I had such a good time coming up with methods to adjust your attitude, my corporate power executive.
Ways to remind you that you are still, deep down, a feminine little prissy boy. A sissy who cries when his balls get crushed, a priss that flaunts his sexy little ass in thong panties in front of whole groups of women when I command it. A slutty whore who dresses up in thigh high stockings, shiny red pumps and struts her shit across the kitchen floor while I watch, humming away in time with the vibrator that buzzes along my wet sex.
Just a show pony, a priss to be used. That's all you are to me, today, my slut. Today, as I sit in my latex catsuit, I finalize the plans and wonder, curiously, which of the three tortures you will select.
I have come up with three scenarios for how you will spend your evening tonight. Each of them is designed to readjust your masculinity and put your ego in check. More importantly, they are designed to appease my growing desire to see you humiliated and used. They are designed to get me off, to make me wet beyond belief and amuse me for hours.
Here are your three choices, my whore:
1. Sorority bitch
Do you like the sound of that? My young friend, Jessica, is rushing a sorority at the university. I just had a long talk with her about using you as a humiliation slut in front of the whole rushing group this year. You see, they have a project tonight and all the new pledges have to be put in these catholic school girl outfits and endure paddling and humiliation in front of the other girls.
I told Jessica that I could put you in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit too, and the room would be dark enough that the other pledges would not even know at first that you were hiding something under that skirt. You'd go through the process with the rest of them, your skirt hiked up, panties showing, enduring a long paddling in front of the whole group. Then the pledges have to do a cocksucking game where they perform oral sex on a variety of phallic objects, starting with bananas and cucumbers then graduating to dildos and vibrators with lubricated condoms on them.
Jessica and I agreed that the night would end with revealing your true person, only to have you bent over a horse, strapped down, and have the new pledges take turns gang banging your ass. They'd have to all don a strapon cock and pump it into your ass, each rated by their peers.
With about fifteen girls planned to be there, I think we can bet you will be quite sore, your lipstick smeared, mascara running, and tights torn…by the end of the night.
This, actually, is my personal favorite. But I have two other scenarios for you.
2. Ballerina slut boy
I have purchased a full ballerina outfit for you, complete with tights, leotard, tutu and slippers. It is pink. I even have a tiara for your hair.
I made arrangements with Lana, from the dance study where I take jazz class, to put you in her 8pm ballet class. There are four other women in the class, and they are four friends of hers, all young and pretty hip. She said they would have no problem having a sissy in the class, and in fact they got a kick out of it and asked it they could join in on humiliating you and making you feel embarrassed.
I would watch the whole class, and you would have to perform adequately with the other ladies and endure remarks, verbal humiliation, ass grabbing and people reaching under your tutu to see what you are hiding. I told Lana that they could all do whatever they wanted with you, and I'd personally take the one out to dinner who could humiliate you the most.
We also talked about some toilet games, related to having them all use you in turn because there is an ongoing complaint about the bathroom facilities at the dance studio. You'd have to crouch down and have each of the ladies peel down their tights and mount you, and prove to them how good you are at not missing a drop.
But wait, I have another idea as well…
3. Drag queen in a queer bar
This is something I have been wanting to do for a long time, so you can bet it will happen anyway, just maybe not tonight. And that is to dress you up in the sluttiest outfit and take you out to a queer bar, with a leash attached to your balls under your short skirt, and lead you around and sell your mouth and hole to the eager queers.
I'd put you in locking high heels, fasten you with a vibrating, remote-controlled butt plug and have you in a tight pushup bra and corset under your outfit. Ooh, so hot! You'd be in full drag so your wig would be on and you'd be wearing makeup.
Most of the night you would be wearing a head harness that keeps your mouth held open, ready to take any dicks or dildos I decide to push into it. It will be a constant item for discussion among all the queers and women there who love men in drag -- the device locks onto your head with several leather straps, and the metal clamp holds your mouth wide open at all times. It looks quite evil!
It also will work well for forced drinking and eating, and I am sure I can find a lot of nasty things to make you ingest.
By the end of the night, I hope to have at least a few hundred bucks in my pocket, and I want to bring home a nice stud of my own to fuck while you sit in your bondage chair, the one with the plug in the seat, pumping up and deflating in time with the rough ride a real man will be giving me while you watch.
Then, if you are lucky, you can suck his dick when he is done cumming inside of me.
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I think those three ideas each will help re-adjust your attitude. By now, my soiled panties should have arrived. You have one hour to email me with your answer -- which of the three humiliating tortures are you going to take for me, and why did you choose it?
Of course, I reserve the right to ignore your answer and do whatever I want, or do a combination of the three. This is just an exercise for you to consider how each would make you feel.
I will be looking for your desperate email. And we'll see how your attitude is tomorrow, after what I do to you…
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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