Chastity Blue Balls
Good morning my corporate slut,
I enjoy owning your cock.
It’s a very simple fact, but one that should be said. When I know your cock is locked tightly in your CB-6000, with my lock on it, I know that there is absolutely no way that you can cum. And I know that the more I tease you, the more desperate you will become, and in a matter of a few days your voice will tremble with desperation at my slightest purr.
What woman would not want this kind of power?
It’s not so much that, even. It’s that by teasing you, I can break down your walls even faster. You want to cum so badly, your balls are so full of cum, you spend hours trying to figure out how you can talk me into just a little relief. And all I need to do is smile, make you worship my pussy, and tell you it’s still going to be at least another week.
As your tongue works its magic around my clit, as you feel me cum all over your face and smother you with my pussy, you are painfully aware of the throbbing in your groin. Your crotch is a constant source of pain, aggravation. Just seeing your poor, tormented dick shoved tightly into that cage is hot to me.
Seeing that lock. The lock that I put in place, the lock you cannot remove. I sometimes finger the key as it rests on my necklace, reflecting as I am right now, that this key is all you can think about. I can dangle it from one finger in front of you and say, “Crawl. Beg. Negotiate. See what you’ve got.”
Your eyes, your entire life and focus is on that one key. Just a little key, too. So tiny, I could probably lose it, if I were not careful. I have thought about hiding it and placing somewhere on my body, somewhere nasty perhaps, somewhere you may never find it. Or hiding it in the house and never letting you know where – and then losing it for awhile. I have thought about inviting fifteen girlfriends over and giving them each a party favor, and one of them has the key, but you do not know which one.
And oh, the humiliation, for you, of having to serve the party as you walk – or crawl – around the room totally ass-naked except for a clear cage on your cock and balls. The ladies, all dressed in stunning outfits, in sexy high heels, all laughing at you as you try to make your way through the evening with a bulging, strained cock in a clear plastic cage. Hoping to kiss the right ass, so to speak, so you can earn that key.
Imagine the humiliating challenges I could develop for you to try to impress the fully clothed ladies as they each comment on, inspect and mock the locked chastity device that is making you feel so small and helpless.
I don’t really need fifteen girlfriends to make you suffer, though. A pair of nipple clamps on a tight silver chain, my cleanly lubed black strap on cock, the pussy collar. A few toys and an afternoon with you, putting you through your paces, with each task contributing to the throbbing in your balls.
Is a little milking in order, perhaps? I just know that ever time my body rocks with orgasm, tears well up in your eyes because you cannot believe how trapped your dick is. My property. You will beg to be milked, and that’s the beauty of it.
While there have been times that the milking has been challenging, by day 15 I am sure that plenty of fluid will squirt out and into the little jar as I probe you with the anal milking prod. Your legs spread and strapped down, your ass elevated, the chastity device digging into your flesh. Finally, maybe some relief as your cock shrivels in the confines of the cage, so humiliated by the ramming of your ass and the pumping of the fluid as you experience the pleasureless “orgasm.”
The relief in your balls will only last an hour probably. So much cum will be stored up inside of you that milking might become a daily process for you, just to keep you cleaned out. Every little drop of that cum you will slurp up and drink during your locked chastity. You’ll not only drink it, you will beg for it. I will make sure the process is long and humiliating, but in hopes of earning escape from the cage, you’ll eagerly beg and lap at it, taking as long as I like, making it a nice, long, humiliating task for my amusement.
When the cum is gone, you will beg for more. Maybe you will beg because you know that watching you beg for something so digsusting turns me on. Maybe you’ll beg because the pain your balls is unbearable. I don’t really care; the begging makes me wet.
When I get that wet, I have no choice but to straddle your face, lower myself onto you and order your tongue to work. At least one of us should be enjoying a mind blowing orgasm, after all.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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