Chastity Despair
Good morning my corporate slut,
You must feel so absolutely powerless when you look down at your locked up dick. There may be brief moments when you forget about who really owns your cock and balls, but the device is a constant reminder that you are owned property. Your dick is mine. Your balls are mine.
It’s as if you walk around that office of yours with my gloved hand clenched tightly around your crotch, tugging and twisting, gripping so tightly just to hear you whimper and see you wince. Or worse, freshly manicured nails biting into tender, shaved flesh around your sensitive crotch.
Perhaps a pair of wet panties will make it even more uncomfortable for you? Freshly masturbated in, sweet pink lace, sealed tightly in a plastic bag and delivered to your office for a nice afternoon ritual. Each day, forcing you to your knees, naked except for the device, where you must remove the panties and worship them for thirty minutes in front of a camera that is viewed by me and anyone else I deem necessary.
Maybe two cameras trained on you; one on your face, and the other zoomed in tightly on your bulging, straining cock in the clear plastic device. Close enough so I can see your balls so tightly stretched, your cock nearly ready to explode in the tight, tight confines of that plastic dungeon. Little drops of white fluid oozing from the tip, the metal lock firmly in place. Yes, I could have a split screen on my computer so I could watch your panty-worship ritual as your cock strains with each task, and I could see first hand how my torture was affecting you.
Ah, maybe I will make it even more difficult for you, streaming a little video of my own as you perform you worshipping task. Imagine your growing discomfort as you are forced to watch a little webcam show of my own, my camera focused on my self-pleasuring as I watch your suffering. Could it be any worse? Could the teasing and denial be any more painful than to watch me enjoy such glorious orgasms, my fingers in my pussy, my vibrator against my clit, my naked body writhing in my chair as I watch you lick the crotch of my soaked panties?
How many times would I cum, watching you suffer such cruel denial?
I could make the show last some time, you know. Thirty minutes may just be the start. Thirty minutes of you on your knees, holding those delicate panties in your hands, starting by kissing the fabric gently, then pressing the moist, scented material to your face. So sweet, so gentle, as compared to my harsh torments of the past, when I would somewhat ruthlessly shove the panties into youth mouth and duct tape it shut.
Not that I might not decide to make you do that as well.
How will you be able to focus when your cock hurts so much in the plastic cage? How will you be able to concentrate when your screen is filled with images of me pleasuring myself, live, as I watch you worship my panties? You know that the more you suffer, the wetter I get, and the cycle continues. As long as I desire.
I could add a little pain and humiliation just to increase my pleasure. I may make you wear something lacy and humiliating and alternate between worshipping my panties and performing an embarrassing little sideshow.
I could make you apply tiny, piercing clothespins to your nipples and inner thighs, then make you beg to remove them.
But really, we both know that getting you on all fours and make you simulate degrading sexual acts is what will push you to the brink of desperation. On all fours, mounting a thick black dildo with your wide open mouth, slurping and sucking until you gag on it, my moist, scented panties a constant reminder of why you must suffer for me. Watching you lick and suck the entire length of the cock will make me want more – will that cock ultimately end up in your ass?
Thoroughly lubricated with your own spit, the cock will still feel huge in your tight “pussy.” It’s all part of the game for me, you know. Seeing just how much you will take, just how much you will beg for, when you are motivated by my open thighs and sight of my wet pussy. I know that when your cock is stiff and straining in the chastity device, your willpower is nearly gone.
This chastity game of teasing and denial is still only the beginning, though. I imagined there may come a time where orgasms are a faint memory for you. You may find yourself locked in a permanent device in the future, one that allows you no freedom or release at all. When I straddle your face, make you use your tongue to please me, objectify you in front of my girlfriends, the pain in your groin will become so common that you nearly get used to it. The milkings may give you some relief, but who are we kidding?
It will become so bad that you will be willing and eager to do anything for one simple orgasm. And then I will take advantage of you. And I will make you beg for things that are unthinkable.
I believe these panties I am wearing now are just wet enough to be sent….
See you soon.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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