Covering the Spread
Good morning my corporate slut,
You know I am not much for gambling unless it is your ass that is on the line. Or your freedom. Or perhaps days and days – and months – of potential chastity. That makes it much more compelling to me than mere money, after all.
And I don’t care about most sports, either. Especially football. And don’t even get me started on numbers. Again, things I could give a damn about.
But give me some terminology like “covering the spread” and a sinister game I can play where you sweat it out watching your favorite past time – well, then I am all game, as they say.
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Of course I have fun around Super Bowl Time when I humiliate you in the worst way by making you wear panties and thigh high stockings and serve cocktails to my girlfriends on arguably the “manliest” sports day of the year, sometimes not even letting you watch the game, or simply making you suck cock for every penalty flag, field goal or touch down.
Or shoving my cock in your ass for every quarterback “sack.”
But the idea, now, that I can add my own little “spread” torture every time your team doesn’t “cover the spread” – so they say – makes the sport entirely more fascinating to me.
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Any excuse, right?
As if I need an excuse to order you down on your hands and knees and force you to watch me as I methodically strap on my leather harness, making you look into my eyes, then gaze at my cock as I lubricate it slowly and deliberately.
I enjoy watching you get unevitablty hard. Then I humiliate you for it. I like laughing at you for getting an erection at the sight of a “hard dick,” even if it’s mine. I find it so amusing that sometimes you don’t get hard right away, but as soon as I start stroking and the lube makes the familiar “squish squish” sound, you swell right up! Like Pavlov’s dog!
What a pussy you are! You love cock in your ass, so much, that the mere sight of my prepping my member gets you going. So I don’t need a “sports bet” or a “spread bet” to make you take it up the ass, I know that.
But what makes it hot to me is knowing you are sitting there, watching the game, sweating it out. I might make you wear and inflatable butt plug as “prep” for the post game torment, making you pump it up based on how the quarter and half time scores are!
I might make you endure a half time enema, complete with humiliation ritual, selecting the size of the enema and type based on the score. After all, I want your ass clean and ready for your “post game debrief” should your team not cover the spread.
And by not covering the spread, you know that means you will be required to present yourself on all fours, ass up and ready, clean and prepared.
The plug will have done the job of loosening you up, perhaps! This means I can use my extra large, extra thick cock, designed special for these unique occasions.
When you don’t cover the spread, you have to present yourself by spreading your own ass cheeks before me and admitting what a useless whore you are, how you can’t even complete the masculine tasks presented to you, and as such, you are turning in your man card for good!
My well-lubed cock head will still be very tight, the way I like it. And I bet you will be humiliated, ashamed, embarrassed, face pressed into the floor, just how I like it. “Spread them wide,” I will command, keeping the theme going. I will make you keep your cheeks spread and hold them open, using your forehead on the floor for balance, because my cock is so huge you will have to hold your cheeks apart!
This is my “super spreader cock”! It will be a special cock, a special strap on harness used for these post-football game adventures. Do you see where I am going with this little game I have designed based on “covering the spread”?
I get so much joy having your ass take my biggest dildos, especially when I am the one pounding away at it. Especially when I am using a cock that is so large that it makes you grunt with every thrust. That it makes you whimper right into the floor. That you cry out when I am pumping into you, and I will see your fingers digging into the tender flesh of your butt cheeks. I will almost feel sorry for you!
Well, almost. What I will be feeling is total arousal. Dripping wet. So hot as you take the big, monster dick for me – taking the “spread” like a man. Sucking it up, so to speak. Knowing you lost the bet, so you pay the price – with your hole. I will make you beg out loud for me to fuck you harder. I will make you talk dirty, tell me out loud that you are nothing more than a dirty “cunt hole” that needs to be FUCKED hard. Hearing your voice scream these words, trembling, might even bring me to the edge. That combined with the pressure against my crotch as my thrusts get deeper – well, you may be on the other end of a wild orgasm, if you are lucky. At least you will feel that your humiliation served the greater good.
With football on Monday, Thursday and Saturday nights, I think this game will keep us very busy. And if I enjoy it even more, well, there’s always college football too! I will require you to provide me your “bets” in an email the day of the game, and then I will monitor the progress and you will present yourself for your post-game treatment.
Perhaps if your team does cover the spread, you can spend the evening instead with your lips wrapped around my cock, this time doing a thorough job washing it up with your tongue and mouth, gagging on it until your eyes water. Slightly less humiliating, but just as fun for me.
And at least you won’t be walking funny the next day and trying to explain to your peers at work why losing a bet was so painful…
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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