Chastity Torture for My Corporate Slut
Good morning, my slut.
Today I have a few tasks for you that will take some time this afternoon, so you’d better clear your calendar. I know you are so hard from being in chastity now for 6 days. Believe me, that is nothing. You will be lucky if I let you cum any time this month. I locked on that CB-3000 for a reason – you are going to be reminded once again that your cock is my property, and I am the one that decides whether or not you get to cum and how you cum. No more jerking off in the bathroom at work and not telling me. I know you are a horny bitch and can’t keep your hands off yourself, but you’ll learn in time.
Now, I bet you are just bulging in that cage around your dick now, and you feel the sharp pinpoints pressing into your tender cockflesh. Your poor, helpless slut. You have a lock on it now, and I have the key. I have the key right here with me. Imagine if I told you I decided to go out of town with a girlfriend – on a whim – for two weeks. Me, and the key. You would have no chance at all for release, none! Not even to take off the CB-3000 and stroke for a little while. Nothing. You know I can do this – I can just disappear with the key and leave you completely desperate and horny….
I bet that bra you are wearing is uncomfortable. You looked so funny this morning when I made you put it on. A pink bra, pink panties and white thigh high stockings. Your caged dick created an awkward bump in the front of the pink lace panties. The bra straps are probably making you feel itchy and uncomfortable. I know you are wearing your coat jacket all day in the office to make sure no one can see. I bet your secretary is wondering why you are being so formal. If she only knew the real reason!
Before I tell you about our shopping plans today, let me remind you what the next two weeks are going to be like. Let me remind you what kind of teasing, denial and humiliation I have in store for you. Because just making you wear a chastity device isn’t enough. Just locking a little padlock around a cage on your cock isn’t enough. No, I want to make sure you are teased relentless, denied, and left suffering, your cock essentially useless to you.
I am going to make you go down on me every night and every morning, two orgasms each time. You will be locked in my pussy collar, your face pressed against my warmth. You’ll be forced to lick me until I decide you can stop, and I might delay my orgasms for quite some time because I know smelling me and tasting me makes you incredibly horny. I will be teasing your caged cock with my feet, rubbing them under your balls and over your locked up dick. To really torture you I might remove the cage for a bit and really slide my feet up and down your stiff cock, collecting the precum on my toes and then shoving them in your mouth. I can get you so close to cumming with just my feet, only to stop and then shove ice cubes up your ass to get rid of your erection so I can lock the cage back on and return the key to its secret hiding place.
There will be some nights that I spend an hour or two sitting on your face, or fucking your ass with my strap on, doing all the things that I know make you desperate for release. Then I will tease you by cumming myself – right in front of you. Masturbating inches from your face, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy and making you lick them clean. All of this pleasure, and none of it for you.
Today is just one of many days where you will be used for my pleasure, humiliated for me. All the while, you will be getting more and more horny, and more willing to do anything for release. By the end, I will test that myself. I am going to see just how far you are willing to go. It’s going to be incredibly nasty. I can’t wait.
Today, you are going to meet me at the mall at 1pm. You are going to meet me at Victoria’s Secret. I just got back from there and talked to a lovely, curvaceous blonde named Emily. After making quite a large purchase for myself, we got to chatting and one thing led to another. She recognized me from the weekend, when I had you in tow and embarrassed you by holding up the black thong to your hips in the store. She asked me today, out of the blue, “So did the thong fit him?”
I knew right then she was going to be fun. So I won’t tell you about the rest of our conversation, but let me assure you she is as devious as she is sexy. You will be meeting us both at 1pm at the Victoria’s Secret.
Before you go there, though, you have to go to the makeup counter at Macy’s and buy Elizabeth Arden Clear Lip Gloss. You might have to ask for help. You then will have to visit the perfume counter and spray Elizabeth Arden “Red Door” for women on you. You are going to smell quite feminine and pretty, I can assure you. Carrying your cute cosmetic shopping bag with your lip gloss, you will be on your way.
You have to stop at the men’s room and put on the lip gloss. Don’t worry, it will just make your lips a little shiny. I don’t think TOO many people will notice. Well, I know Emily will, because I told her all about it. Actually, that was her idea.
Finally, you will be ready to go to Victoria’s Secret to meet me and Emily. She will already have picked out a few ensembles for you – I gave her an idea of what I was looking for, and she said she had some things in mind. I told her I wanted them to be very feminine, complete with stockings and corsets or teddies. Matching thongs or bikini panties also. You are going to have to try them on, and she assures me she will find a way to get you into the dressing room, or, if the store is too crowded, she will bring you back to her office (she is the manager) and you can try them on there. She said some of the “girls” will be on their lunch break, but she’d clued them in and they’d be happy to watch and give their critiques as well. In fact, word spread in the store and the girls are competing to take their lunch breaks at that time, because none of them want to miss out on the fashion show. “Is a guy really going to try that on!?” one of the college girls asked Emily. She said it’s the highlight of the day for the store. And I’m sure she’s also thrilled with the cash register returns, another reason she is being incredibly accommodating.
So I will be able to sit back and watch all of this with amusement, making you fumble through speaking with her and having her look at you, watch you in your outfits, watch you spin around. Oh, no, I am not going to try to make this easy on you. Not at all. I am going to watch you suffer the complete humiliation of being in front of all the girls there. Two, maybe three of them, eating their lunch and watching you try the various outfits on.
I have no idea what these salesgirls are going to think when they watch you try on stockings, bras, camisoles, chemises. Maybe they will ask you questions about it. Whatever they do, I am sure you will be on your best behavior.
I wonder what Emily is going to say when she sees the contraption locked around your cock. I am sure she will gasp, and probably start laughing. She will see the actual lock and I’m sure get the picture, but I know she will want to know all about it.
After you finish your fashion show and I select the purchases, we are going to return to our house for a little while before you go back to the office. At home, I plan to make you try on one of the outfits again so I can have my little playtime, treating you like a sissy whore and using you appropriately. I plan to pull down your new panties and pull up my skirt to reveal my black latex cock, ready to penetrate you. I’ll bend you over the couch and spread your legs apart, grabbing your hair at the back of your head and pushing my cock into you mercilessly.
It will be a fast, hard fuck. Then, you’ll have to compose yourself and return to the office to complete your work day. All locked up, your cock painfully throbbing inside the confines of the cage.
I will see you soon.
Mistress Akasha
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