I will go into my bag and pull out your little treat. A small jar – clear – of creamy white cum.
All the cum from last month, saved. I will pour it into your coffee, so really, your coffee is now mostly gooey, slimy cum. That is the same cup of coffee that you will take into your board meeting and drink. You will drink the entire thing, and I will remain in your office to check your cup when you finish the meeting to make sure you have consumed every drop of it.
Good morning my corporate slut,
When I tell you that I’m bringing you a “present,” does that terrify you? Does it make your cock shrink in the super tight pink panties you are wearing? Does it make your mind wander to scary, dark places?
It’s time – this week – for you to keep your office webcam on 24/7. I want it on the moment you arrive at your desk until you leave for the day so that I can monitor you. You will be surprised at how much erotic “rush” I get from seeing you so busy working, looking all professional, leaning back in your nice leather chair and taking those oh-so important phone calls.
Sure, I watch you, and I pleasure myself thinking about how those lips are going to look wrapped around my strap on. I think about the sounds you will make when you are kneeling and your head is level with my crotch as I thrust my hips hard into your face, gagging you with the entire shaft of my latex dick. Over – and over – and over again. When you smile as you take calls, I imagine you are smiling at the ‘job well done’ you completed when you found yourself with cum all over your face after I fucked your ass with your legs high over your head.
You can see how a little “visual stimulation” may go a long way with the webcam on while you are at the office all day. I could also use the remote control vibrating plug from my office – turning it on, increasing the intensity as you work. It’s sort of my own way to nonchalantly “buzz” you when I want you to know that I am thinking about you. I could watch you silently, secretly for hours before flipping the switch on my computer and seeing the strain in your face as the plug starts to buzz deep in your ass. You had almost forgotten that it was there, I bet…
Soon there will be other remote control devices. I will have my own little “whore control panel” at my disposal, so I can leisurely sit at my desk in the morning in my fluffy bathrobe with a cup of coffee and browse across the buttons and options. And – oh, I see a pretty young secretary in your office and you are smiling and she’s flirting with you! What a perfect time to use the electrical shock remote on your balls – on HIGH – and see if your deep, sexy voice turns into a pathetic little squeak, leading her to have a confused look on her face. The increased pulsing of the electrical shocks – again and again – will practically lead you to want to double over in pain on the floor and roll around in pain. What a sight that would be!
I can’t help but giggle. I could have fun for hours with such options – just watching as your eyes turn to the camera, that silent, pathetic, pleading look. The look that just begs me to have a little mercy on you, that you have such a busy, busy day. But there will be no mercy when I have so many electronic options – from the inflatable, vibrating plugs in your ass to a shocking cock ring and ball stretcher, and clamps that tighten on your nipples with the mere turning of an electronic knob at my fingertips.
And the entire time, I can see your reactions on the cam. At any moment, a little text box can pop up onto your screen, right over the important spreadsheet you were reviewing, and say simply, “SUCK DICK, NOW.” And you will have to obey. On your knees, the large flesh colored dildo from your drawer, hoping no one times into your office and sees you kneeling there deep throating a large, realistic dildo at your desk.
“PANTIES DOWN!” I could order, and you’d have to stand up and unzip your trousers and pull down your panties to reveal my property, all freshly shaved and ready for abuse. One, two, maybe five or ten clothespins to your ballsac – for my amusement, live – and then we will really get things started. You will have long forgotten that spreadsheet, I can assure you. I am sure that of an eight hour work day, you will spend at least three of those hours entertaining me, amusing me and arousing me.
And oh – as for today, the little “present” I am bringing you. Until we can have that 24/7 cam set up and operational, I will have to settle for the good old fashioned kind of arousal. The kind where I walk into your office and come see you live, and order you to kneel down when I enter your workspace. I will close the door and while you kiss my shoes lovingly (oh, if your secretary could see this!) I will go into my bag and pull out your little treat. A small jar – clear – of creamy white cum.
All the cum from last month, saved. I will pour it into your coffee, so really, your coffee is now mostly gooey, slimy cum. That is the same cup of coffee that you will take into your board meeting and drink. You will drink the entire thing, and I will remain in your office to check your cup when you finish the meeting to make sure you have consumed every drop of it.
Of course, I’ll keep myself busy in your office in the meantime, “Fixing your laptop,” you can tell them. Really, I will be installing the first of several electronic “toys” – but I am not telling you which one. But inside your top drawer you will find something to use as soon as you return from your meeting, with your stomach full of cum.
Drink up, my whore!
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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