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Musings from my Stable: April 28, 2011
Well! I am having a lot of fun with a man who came to me BEGGING for me to be his keyholder. Persistence paid off, a spot in my stable opened up, and now he's LOCKED...until I say otherwise! I hope "he" didn't plan on getting any work done today. Here's an excerpt from the email I sent him at the start of the day:
Today I woke up and the thought came to me that I should change your SLUT name to JANINE. I picture you in all red lace lingerie with a way-too-big-butt plug, wobbling on high heels in my loft trying to serve drinks to me and my girlfriends, all of whom look at you with amusement and are thinking of who can degrade you most!
Janine is a slutty and feminine name. Since your cock is no longer of use to me or anyone, it is fitting that you adapt to a girlie name and start behaving as a girl. Maybe in time your former piece of meat will shrivel in the cage into nothing. But right now I bet it is straining, bulging and making your balls turn BLUE! To relieve that pressure, right now, I want you to get your plug and fuck your ass as you read this email – on your knees, panties down around your thighs. Like a nice, slutty, obedient GIRL!
While you are pumping that plug in and out of your ass, I want you to consider that I might not EVER let you out of that cock cage. I might just “throw away the key”! You will learn to get pleasure only from serving, only from being used like a sex toy, and only from being fucked in the mouth and ass. Soon, you won’t even get pleasure from the good ass fucking, but only when your ass and mouth are used at the SAME time.
Today you are going to wear lingerie all day. You are going to figure out how to send pictures to me, no matter what. That’s your main task, because I need to inspect my locked up property daily, maybe twice a day, to ensure that you are caged and have not tampered with or removed it. There will be NO stroking, jerking off, or cumming. I want absolute proof of that, as I am your Keyholding Mistress, and that’s what is most important.
In addition to the dressing all day and sending pictures, you have to endure 15 minutes of ass fucking and cock sucking later today, while fully dressed, in front of a mirror. You are to imagine you are being evaluated by me and my girlfriends. Let’s see how that goes!
You will hear more about "janine" a little later this week!
I've been having a blast molding, tormenting and teasing my new slave Irish boytoy. I renamed the little bitch "cherry" and "she" has to go around calling herself that as a tribute to the oral, anal and other acts that tarnish the slave's previous unscathed skin. Don't feel bad for cherry though, this whore has a deep, deep need to be used to the fullest, as he illustrated in the story I made him write. Read this hot little story written by cherry in my honor!
I've had time to start one-on-one "immersive" training again, and right out of the gate I find myself filled with excitement and distraction as a new victim presents such interesting and erotic possibilities! Riddle me this: What happens when you take an ultra sadistic femdom with a penchant for creative predicament torment and bondage and combine that with a sensual Australian slut who has a literal arsenal of electrical pain toys at his disposal? I can tell you that "slave angelina" is becoming very popular in my circle of girlfriends who ask, "What next?".
But it's not just about shocking (pun intended) my friends with the pictures and videos of what I make this delicious diva endure. It's about having the ability to recreate some of my favorite SALS scenarios - such as, forced orgasms (!!!) and dire consequences. What is it about making a man cum against his will that is so exhilerating and panty-moistening? Knowing that despite the squirming and his best efforts, the explosion in his cock cage and panties will be inevitable. Turning a man's arousal and own body against him and showing him that ultimately his humiliation will feed me...this is just about as exciting as strapping on my biggest dildo and taking a virgin!
You can bet there will be pictures soon of this transformation, perhaps....
Well, he isn't quite a virgin, but my 24-year old Irish boytoy is up next, so stay tuned. You know that innocent, cute young IT professional that you see kneeling down the hall checking his Iphone? Yeah, that's probably my bitch. If he's rushing off to the men's room, you can be assured he's going to perform some degrading act and catalog it live on his phone for me and my friends. I'll be popping his cherry in more than one way. This one nearly slipped through my fingers but I snagged him. His life is going to change!
Musings from my Stable: October 12, 2010
My reporting has been quiet, but my sluts have been busy. A combination of my intense work schedule and one of my prized-pets' need for discretion, combined with the delicious shy novice I had my hands on recently, resulted in a little less reporting. But I will share a few highlights.
A sweet novice came to me recently and offered his tender flesh - he was absolutely captivating. I found myself thinking of him often. To say I grew incredibly fond of him is an understatement. At the height of our interaction, he gave up his virginity to me - his 'ass cherry' so to speak - live on cam. It was after days of prep and build up. I created a ritual around it. I was so turned on by the time it finally happen, I came hard. I renamed him, and he will hold a special place with me forever.
"J" had an 'inner slut' like no one I have seen, and it just took the right prodding to have him surrendering his masculinity in a manner that made me both proud AND wet. There's something about making a conservative man transform into a lingerie-wearing, striptease slut! This was a video worthy of a viewing with my girlfriends, who insist I should start a live program called "Sluts Gone Wild" where men are found doing things unthinkable and humiliating - but not as a result of too much alcohol, simply from too much pent up WHORINESS!
At that time I will have an opening. If you would like to apply, email me now to reserve a spot and submit your application. Use the subject line "Applying for Stable Membership." For about the cost of a trip to a professional dominatrix, you can endure daily, one-on-one direction, training and more.
Musings from my Stable: August 30, 2010
I can already feel myself entering into a perpetual state of arousal. My thoughts of sadistic torture to delicious, willing and eager victims has been leaving me in a constant mood of seductive lust!
What is it about finding a man who is unknowing but curious and then luring him into a ‘trap’ and seducing him until he’s in too deep…before he can turn back? And why do I get fixated on one “type” of guy at a moment’s notice..and then it becomes a nasty neverending test!
What is the flavor of the week? I am going insane with fantasies of everything from (move over, corporate slut), a brand new Russian boytoy or a college student VIRGIN. All play special roles in my latest fantasies, fueled by delirious and currently impacting ALL that I do to my stable sluts…
Hot moments from the week at the stable:
- and eat a whole load. The video was intoxicating and I was smitten. Oh the look of conflict on a man’s face when he’s jerking off with his cock inches from his face and ready to explode…
- Seeing exclusive pics of my who has thought about it for decades but never tried anything…He was SO confident in everything and I was aching to get him to crumble for me, and he did…delightfully so. I can still taste my own juices on my fingertips. His ass in Victoria’s Secret’s red panties…
- “, oh my god. I could make him leave me 20 voice mails a day with a list of words to say and phrases to say..but it’s best to make him say the things he means. He needs to learn not to talk with his mouth full (hahah) though…
ALL sluts performed exceptionally well this week! I have room for one more in my stable before closing the doors and locking them down tight as hockey season starts and so does my travel schedule, so my thoughts are diverted. I will only be keeping ONE slut after Oct. 1! Email me for consideration (use the subject line, "Eager to be in your stable...")
Musings from my Stable : August 22, 2010
Temperatures reached the 100s F here in So Cal a few days this week, and I found myself wearing very little at my PC screen and feeling , thanks to the ongoing performances of my online stable.
The correctly worded desperate emails of grown men willing to negotiate away their masculinity just for a token stroke are enough to make me tingle all over. And my pussy enjoyed it, too.
One of my slaves is finding that locked chastity wasn’t so bad, since the alternative is a new, degrading way to cum and use the load each day. He used to have an aversion to cum eating, and I’m about to rename him cum-junkie or cum-guzzler.
Some highlights of the week:
- Buying an for lawyerbitch only to find out it’s on backorder. Damn them! The whore is only out of locked chastity a few days and I am not delaying it, he’s going to be locked up soon for 250 days!
- I might make this for my vanilla and kink curious girlfriends who keep asking, “What did you make your ‘slut’ do today? Oh My GOD!” (they love it, they won’t admit it, but they watch it unfold with more intensity than any soap opera or reality show)
- for one feisty macho corporate whore in D.C. He has NO idea what he’s “getting done” but the shop girls think it’s HILARIOUS.
- Enough said. They also love “Dixie”!
- I have a voice mail from a slave I have to convert to .wav and put online. Ever heard a grown man suck cock and beg for cum like a porn star??
It’s been awhile since my jaw dropped at the fine body of a new, novice, “I’m all yours” brand of sub. Young, hot & horny in NYC. Nightclubs, strip clubs, “guys night out” – ha! Wait until I am done with him. His balls are already being twisted, tortured, crushed and stretched. How much can one young stud take? I will find out….
Musings from my Stable, August 15, 2010
, but that hasn’t stopped me. More time at the pool, a few trips to the beach with my girlfriends, and any little break I can find from my hellish work schedule right now is a welcome diversion. But with intense pressure comes insatiable desire. Anyone who has read my site since it started in 1995 knows that when I am overworked and under pressure, my cruel side shines.
My stable is enduring as a result. And the daily emails and IMs have kept me wet, horny and excited. A wicked idea may cross my mind and I just have to pause a moment and remind myself, “I can make this happen.” Then I do. The results are intoxicating! I will share a few highlights:
- can do wonders for stripping a man of his pride and make him focus, exclusively, on making me wet.
- Proof is sent to me daily. When I see the lock in place, my heart pounds and I feel a familiar, pleasant ache of arousal. His will to resist is slipping fast. I could make him do ANYTHING. So what do I do? More torture.
- People have asked about the slut lawyer (aka “cocksucker”). I hear often of more bad habits he has based on objectifying women, watching too much porn, etc. A break in his chastity upcoming will include 7 days of more than 14 loads of cum consumption or degradation, followed by 100 days of locked chastity with intense teasing and denial. Some serious behavior modification going on here, and I have found myself enjoying my vibrator time to his pictures of his conservative, corporate exterior being stripped away until He keeps crawling back and begging for more. I love it.
- (‘out in the field’) and gives me the distinct impression he’s insanely hot to top.He speaks with quiet confidence. I am so unbelievable smitten with “Sam” from “True Blood,” and when I think of this slave, that’s what he represent to me, with the rugged good looks and hot ass in jeans and...phew. Here I go again. Slave “t” is one of those delicious men that has an exterior you’d never peg for a sub, but then when he reveals himself, a pegging is just what he needs. And when he endures it, it’s exotic, authentic and electric. I had to sometimes not read his emails unless I shut my phone off, because once I got a call and my business peer said, “Are you ok?” I guess my voice was a little…affected.
Sometimes even the most diligent slaves can have a major screw up, and this one made my blood boil. He thought I might “enjoy” it if he sent me a video, unsolicited, of him This is after I have never mentioned piss play of any kind in his training (and how many times do I write about it, in 15 years, on my site? Comparably?). It was CLEARLY his idea and fantasy and to say it was for me was totally misdirected. Severe, severe punishment forthcoming.
Musings from my Stable, August 8, 2010
Recently I was poolside with a girlfriend, sipping a refreshing drink and enjoying the warmth of the sun and the scent of freshly applied suntan oil. My freshly pedicured toenails looked fabulous; I was admiring them when my Blackberry buzzed, alerting me to an email. I read it, and a giggle escaped my lips, and my girlfriend asked, “What is it?” I just shook my head and she laughed at me. This is our unspoken language – she knows that means I got a message from “one of my slave boys” who had just finished a task for me. She always pries for more information.
Even though we are successful, corporate businesswomen, mature and refined, we turn into giggling teenager schoolgirls at the prospect and revelation that a grown man is enduring such pain, humiliation and utter degradation at my whim. My girlfriend is intoxicated by the reports and she wants to know more, but I keep my secrets close. Most of them.
“He didn’t realize while shopping that his fly was down, until he got to the car. It was totally obvious if anyone looked that he was wearing womens panties.”
“Oh my god, what was he buying?”
“Oh. A purse.”
“What!?”
“To match the black dress.”
I told her, it’s a long story. She wanted more but I left it at that. The black dress, that’s my little secret. I have a ‘lawyer’ that is learning the hard way what it is like to be ‘my bitch.’ From sucking dick to sleeping in nighties. His cock? Ha – my property, locked up now in sealed, padlocked and verified chastity for weeks. When will it end? Well, when I say it does, quite clearly.
My blood seems to flow with an intense energy behind it. A constant buzz. It’s like having a moderate high during the day, as I battle corporate battles and conquer things in my “vanilla career,” but meanwhile, I check my private Blackberry frequently to see how my slave is doing on his assignments that day. The shit-eating grin in corporate meetings though has to stop. “What’s so funny?” is a hard question to answer when a corporate CEO is asking me. But I can’t help it, I just can’t seem to separate Akasha from my career persona any longer. I crave – no, I need – the fluid burning lust in my veins daily pumping through me because it provides such hot, intense distraction!
; while this sort of totally ruthless ‘play’ is generally outside of my norms, I can’t stop thinking about the level of control – and his level of sheer fear – when I execute a task of this magnitude. I am capable of it. He needs to know this. And the threat of execution will be what keeps him in line to do my bidding. My requirements of him are straightforward. Daily reporting on the tasks that make me slide my fingers down into my panties, move slowly in my own chair, and ride the emotions until I am ready to climax. The pictures help, too.
My latest Corporate Slut story "The Groom" is a bit of a tribute to a sweet girlslut who must take a break from her feminization now after a period of time that was whimsical and nasty. She will be missed.
Super Slut of the Week: Sometimes an emotional, mental breakthrough can be so exhilarating. He “gets” it now; he is starting to “get” me, too. He realizes that true surrender comes first from putting aside his fantasies and preconceptions, and allowing me to use him as a toy, a tool, for my personal pleasure. Then the rewards flow, better than any fantasy he controlled in the past.
From August 1, 2010:
I have this slut lawyer I renamed You see, paisley spent way too much time in his macho youth watching porn that was degrading to women, and now the tables are turned. I am systematically going through every degrading porn stereotype and making paisley perform for me - everything from cum facials to anal doggy style and name calling. And this is just the start! My most recent task? I made paisley suck and worship two cocks at once! Paisley's mouth was stuffed full of cock but she just kept taking it for me. All of this is proven in pictures that I review.
Even better? This little whore is in locked chastity for me, so there's no chance of relief. Previously, before paisley was locked, she was enduring jerk-off teases and edging over and over again at the office. Nice tent there paisley. No more of that now that the cage is locked on....
Super Slut of the Week: My "soccer bitch" in argentina has been in shackles all weekend as a constant remind that he is my 'prisoner' even in his own home. I could say this earned him an orgasm but that'd be a lie. It just earned him more torture -- well, and the pleasure of knowing he made me wet.
From July 26, 2010:
I recently decided to begin a little experiment I call ” Where on earth did I pick up the word ‘immersive’ – was it a “word of the day” or something?
I love the word. To me, it means my slave wakes up in the morning, goes to bed at night and knows he’s my slave. My property.. After a day of exhaustive tasks or communication, after being tethered to me via instant communication in some cases (what wonderful technology exists – blackberries and blueberries and and..)..the taste of cum on his lips, the scent of perfume from a makeup counter visit I orchestrated.
The photo session he endured. His mouth sore and jaw aching from the length of that huge cock – taking it deeper for me. . Again, and again.
Immersive, because. These sweet, helpless slut has a locked chastity device on! And I can monitor closely because this isn’t a group training, it’s one on one – the emails, I dissect them. I pour over every word and I smile.
I smile, and I get wet. A funny little thing happened in this experiment. The immersion happened to me, too. The buzz I am feeling, the buzz is not just the whirr of my bullet vibe, it’s the high of intoxicated control. Knowing that I can merely tap on a few keys on my keyboard, and my slut is there, waiting for a command – ready to endure.
Oh sure, real life gets in the way. I had a slut today pull over to the side of the road and suck dildo for me. Why? Because I had a tough conference call, a client that pissed me off, and I thought ‘my bitch’ would get a little side treatment from me so I could chuckle at the despair, the desperation. All in the work up for later – later, when my new, evolving slave would perform for me.
There are some men that want to experience the feeling of “being owned,” at being “at the beck and call” of a fairly demanding, decidedly inventive and endlessly sadistic woman like me. These men have circumstances that make it impractical – and, for many, unsatisfying – to pay for one-on-one pro sessions and go into a dungeon free and walk out of it ‘free.’ For them, the donation is better spent in an experience that will last a week or more, and the foreplay, the surrender, the desperation comes in waves.
The side benefits are notable for some sluts – increased productivity and focus, attentiveness to their partner in some cases, or even increased libido (ha! If I let him out of the ‘cock cage’!). For others, it’s simply achieving the fantasy of feeling like they belong to Akasha. And I do like ownership.
From time to time I may share some of the highlights, the things that have made me particularly wet. Other parts I consider priceless, special, private. Some slaves just train with me a few days, others take on a long term contract with me and they sign over their freedom and give me a great deal of trust, which I find intoxicating.
Yesterday I had the unique pleasure of calling around and finding a salon owned by a sweet Southern girl who laughed with me as we talked about a “male Brazilian wax.”
This morning, there was a distinct giggle as I read several one-line emails of desperation from a slave I have in chastity, causing me to take a break from my morning paperwork to send him to jerk off to the edge a few times, lick his fingers clean and see if his focus came back.
Then there are the I can sense the trembling in his words, this one. It’s as if I see the keyboard letters shaking when he taps on them! This is where the wonders of Instant Messaging come in – the pauses, the hesitation. During those pauses, I sometimes touch myself. I feel the burning welling up in my belly. I compare this sensation to the one of real life play where I let myself pause, when he’s there helpless, bound and blindfolded, and I am just watching him breathe.
I plan the full, total, complete transformation and feminization of a man over the course of the next several days so that he forgets what it was like to ever be masculine. Period. Is that cruel? Ha! He will do anything to make me wet – have I mentioned that?
More details may be coming. I just know I am on cloud nine. When my otherwise intense, stressful “day job” gets me angry or overwhelms me from pressure, I turn to my second computer, I open my special “slave inbox” and I look at my playthings. I plan and plot and come up with the devious tasks that will provide me erotic stimulation, and I read their reports and shape their deepening surrender.
I know “online slavery” isn’t for everyone, but it sure is fun.
M. Akasha / July 28, 2010
(for the first time in 15 years, I’m opening a “stable” – and I could not be happier)
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