Chastity Train
Good morning my corporate slut,
On days when you are in chastity, I bet you can’t stop thinking about your locked up dick. I have to feel sorry for the poor sluts that get put into chastity and then ignored (not in the good way) by their Mistress. After all, what use is chastity if the bitch is not reminded, constantly, that he can’t cum?
Your teasing and denial are going to be so constant, so painful that you will beg me to leave you alone. When I call you on the phone and stop you in the middle of the work afternoon, make you kneel at your desk and suck that huge 8 inch dildo while I pleasure myself to your slurping and choking, you are going to wish I would just – vanish for a little while.
Some peace and quiet? I don’t think so. A nice, undersized pink thong riding up your ass crack, delivered courtesy of yours truly, will bring your productive work day to a screeching halt, once again.
Making you strip down, stand next to your desk and slide those panties up your thighs, on cam for me, is going to be just another afternoon in the office – really, when I see your cock, so tightly packaged in that device, I am going to get wet thinking once more about how deep my control is.
Many femdoms lock up a guy and forget about him. Completely. Me? I wake up, and I smile, thinking that your DICK is totally controlled by me. How can this thought not buzz through the mind of any lady who has her whore in chastity!
I am your keyholder. This means that not an hour goes by that I don’t smile inside knowing that I hold the release for you and it’s in my power completely. I know that you can’t even move without feeling that device pulling down on you.
Every time you woefully go into the men’s room and squat down on the toilet like a girl, you look down and see your imprisoned dick, you remember what it was like to wank freely. Those days are over!!
A nicely wrapped package arriving at your desk is always going to be met with dread an anticipation. Will I ever just leave you alone? No, never. This time, inside the package, you may find my moist panties, sealed tightly in a plastic bag. Fresh, from this morning.
So wet – the crotch – you wonder what I did with them! Well, you can imagine, I am sure. But it will be even more obvious thanks to the video file I send you. My poor chastity whore, you tremble even when you open the attachments I send, don’t you?
A harmless video file? I think not. Close up, with sound, my fingers and my vibe starring alongside my pussy and those panties. The moans, the movements. Wet fingers exploring. All while talking dirty to you, calling you my filthy whore, chastising you for getting hard in your cage (ha!) while you watch. “Slut boy wishes he could cum!?”
How much pain does it cause you when you swell up inside? That’s what I wonder. It’s a shame I can’t see your face when you watch the video and follow the detailed instructions. The orders will be to take the panties and smell them, lick them, worship them, adore them. Then when you are on the brink, ready to crack, the cruelest command of all. Put them over your face, duct tape them in place with the crotch over your nose, then get down on all fours and fuck yourself with the dildo suction-cupped to your filing cabinet.
This may require a little video production of your own. I may enjoy seeing you ram that cock into your ass by backing up again and again against the dildo that protrudes from your filing cabinet. So horny, I bet you are leaking inside the locked chastity device.
And this is just one more day! Constant reminders that your dick is mine – this is what will fill my otherwise boring day with some delight and excitement. When things start to drain me, I stop and think about your cock, my property, locked up tight. I may call you and whisper to you, tell you how bad I feel for you (ha!) and make you beg on the phone, beg for release, tell me how good it used to feel to just touch it, how pathetic you feel when you sit down to piss.
Your body, your holes, they will all belong to me – this is just part of your chastity training. Without so much of your brain power being focused on your cock and when you can cum, you can now focus on my pussy, my pleasure and my amusement.
So go ahead. It’s just another day in the office. Put on those black pantyhose I just sent you, feel how tight they are on your thighs. Walk around a few times, then visit the men’s room. Kneel in the stall, take out your dildo (funny imagining you walk around the office hiding it in your suit!) and have a good, long suck.
When will you have relief? Not for a very, very long time.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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