Chastity and Denial
Good morning my corporate slut,
As you enter into a long, long stretch of locked chastity, I find myself wondering just how uncomfortable I can make you.
Can I take your mind off of the aching, heavy balls between your legs – and instead, have you thinking painfully about everything else I am putting you through – so much distraction that it makes it painful to even get through the day?
Making you take my soaking wet panties to the office for hourly worship is a task which is a pleasant distraction, even though I am strict about it. When my property is locked up tight in a plastic cage that feels heavier each day, making it difficult for you to walk without being self conscious, I like to think I am keeping you motivated by those scented panties that are stashed in your drawer.
You know, I do masturbate in them quite lovingly. The pair you have right now. I recall, vividly, how I was on my bed on my back, legs spread wide, eyes closed, imagining you stretched out over a table as I fucked your ass ruthlessly. It wasn’t hard to get my juices flowing, so to speak, with those images of your ass spread wide and my cock pounding you hard, the muffled gasps coming from you.
Those sounds, in my mind, were a cross between whimpers and desperate grunts, getting louder with each thrust. When I imagined this, my panties started to become moist at once, my pussy started to ache. I slowly, teasingly pressed the crotch of my panties against my skin and rubbed rhythmically, until my hips were moving in motion. It didn’t take long.
My orgasm was jagged and rough, and I felt a distinctive squirt at the end. The images were that good. The panties were quite messy. But with a giggle I stashed them lovingly into your briefcase sealed tightly in a plastic bag, knowing that when you found them, it meant hourly worship.
Pulling them from the plastic every time, pressing them against your nose and mouth, inhaling deeply as your balls ached. You’d feel the cage filling up between your legs, nothing you could do about it. Pinching the skin maybe. Poor thing. It’s only the start – the start of long, long days of locked chastity.
Your days, as I mentioned, are going to become more uncomfortable.
It’s not just the weight of full, swollen balls or the straining of my property bulging in the cage. It’s the stockings I plan to make you wear, the super fitting corset that will give you a brand new figure. It’s the lace black bra that will pinch your shoulder blades and make you so self conscious. It’s the thermos of saved cum that will find its way into your briefcase a few times a week to serve as coffee creamer.
It’s the red thong that rides up your ass and makes it hard for you to walk straight or stop thinking about what a whore you have become. It’s the locking leather harness and vibrating butt plug that is set to my cell phone, so I can generate my own special ring tone to distract you throughout the day with a humming that will buzz audibly from your trousers. Oh, I hope that doesn’t go off in the middle of a boardroom meeting.
On the days that I make you dress in the most slutty fashion, I plan to make you live up to your outfit and “look.” Adding some lipstick, making you hide away in your office with the door locked, you’ll be forced to perform on cam live for me and my girlfriends when they drop by my pad for our weekly lunch.
On your knees, a large black dildo pumping in and out of your lips, you’ll respond eagerly and wantonly to our commands. Longer, thicker, harder, deeper – you will just suck and worship that cock as if you were earning cash for every load of cum you guzzled. I’ll have my girlfriends in stitches laughing at your predicament as I make you stand up before the camera and pull down your trousers, revealing the red thong covering up the locked plastic chastity device.
For good measure, I’ll have you cap off the performance by taking off your shirt, revealing your bra and then peeling down the cups to tease and twist your nipples, maybe ending on a high note with a little dildo-titty-fucking – or, the best you can muster.
I think I’ll be the one enjoying your performance most of all, but that’s because I know the days and days of build up behind it, and how you have not experienced any kind of orgasm – or even touching my property – for what seems like an eternity.
Locking you into semi-permanent chastity is just the start, as you know. The constant teasing, the wet panties in your briefcase, the forced cocksucking on cam – all of these remind you that you are nothing but a whore for me, despite your high powered position at work.
And when you return home after a long day at the office, your body laced up tight in the corset, the high highs still looking so hot underneath your trousers, you’ll already be perfectly ready to serve me in the manner that is most appropriate.
Locked up in unforgiving chastity, presenting your tongue to me, being forced to beg for the privilege of even licking and worshipping my asscrack while I make plans for the evening which include men who will be able to service me sexually. I don’t know about you, but to me, this seems so deliciously appropriate.
After all, we both know your role in our relationship.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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