CraigsList Whore
Good morning my corporate slut,
I wanted to be sure that we’d have a very, very interesting weekend, so I started planning by spending a little time on Craigslist. Boy, has that site grown. You would not believe the kinds of things you can find and advertise for on there.
I don’t want to disturb your otherwise productive workday, my whore, but I need to advise you of my plans. I know you’re feeling pretty confident and like the total corporate rock star right now, surrounded by men that want to be you, and women that want to fuck you.
It’s obvious you get off on the way the younger, hot marketing “ladies” check you out. You know your gym-toned body is difficult to resist, you know that these women are enamored with your power and how much control they have in the office.
Let’s just hope none of those ladies are browsing the Craigslist ads and may come across my little weekend advert. Oh, don’t worry. I took the liberty of posting the ad in another city, and we will be taking a weekend trip for this adventure. Just a short, 90-minute flight (I guess that narrows the cities down, but you still will not know.) In my carryon, which you will have to carry of course, are a fine assortment of dildos, strapons, anal toys, beads, and lingerie and sexy shoes – in your size, quite obviously.
Going through airport security, I will certainly be creaming my panties. Watching you go before me as they search your bag (I’ll add in a tube of liquid to make sure they pull you aside in x-ray. The liquid? A big bottle of gay-themed oil-based anal lube, of course.)
I’m going to put you through the x-ray line with the most attractive woman I can find. I will enjoy watching her “wand” you and search your bag. What a humiliating way to start your weekend as “my whore.” At least, that’s how I advertised you.
The first time you get to see all the toys I am bringing will be when the sexy, chuckling airport security woman lays them out on the table for all to see. I am sure the traveling college girls will giggle, the corporate women will scoff. Big, thick dildos and colorful butt plugs, vibrating eggs, sexy lingerie (in your size), and a bunch of perverted magazines thrown in for good measure.
How long will this security check last? Long enough for me to get my panties absolutely soaking wet, I hope. Because once we board the plane, I am removing them, and you will be gagged with them the rest of the short flight. I’ll bring you into the lavatory, shove them into your mouth and make you shut it tight before returning to your seat. You’ll have to hide under a blanket the rest of the flight, and to make things even more interesting I’ll be testing the controls of the remote control vibrating egg that is shoved up your ass.
Who needs “in-flight entertainment”?
What is waiting for us at our next destination is what excites me most, though. I worded the ad on Craigslist carefully, and within 2 hours I had more than 85 responses. I won’t share the full ad with you, but it went something like this,
“Ladies: Use my corporate bitch – humiliate him, use him, degrade him – Once in a lifetime party!
My well-built, handsome fortune-500-fucktoy is oiled up, lubed up and ready for total humiliation. Making him available – for free – for 5 hours on June 1. Hotel (xxxx) on (xxxx) and (xxxx) streets. Call my voice mail to confirm your attendance. I have my own toys or bring your collection. No dildos too large, no strap on too thick. Oral/anal/golden showers/spit – all ok. Video taped copies for your viewing pleasure – also, he’ll pay cash out of his own wallet, on my command, if you make him cry like a girl!”
I found out after I posted it that there’s this whole ‘revenge fetish’ apparently. Lots of women want to pretend you are their ex. And then there’s a local sorority that wants to bring recruits over and have a contest with you as the main event. As luck would have it, there’s also a fetish party in town, and they asked if I wanted to leash you up and bring you over after the 5-hour fuck fest, and then put you up on display on the main stage.
I told them sure – but only if I could fuck your mouth in front of a live audience! I know that by then your ass will be sore, and I intend to have you plugged up at the conclusion of the hotel session.
What is the point of all of this, you may be asking? Well, I don’t really know. I just know that I woke up with an ache inside me a few days ago. I longed, desperately, to see total degradation. I wanted to see you looking at me with such raw, intense fear and humiliation. I realized that in order to do this, I had to put you in an uncontrolled environment.
I know that makes you shudder. Mr. control freak, at your big desk with the huge window overlooking the city. The idea that you will have no control over what happens to your ass, your mouth and my property between your legs. It must terrify you. Know that when you respond to this email with your honest thoughts on what I have in store for you, it will light a fire in me that will be intense, erotic and totally distracting. I get wet just thinking of your upcoming humiliation!
Go ahead, prove to me right now that you are still the exhibitionist whore that I adore so much. Shut your door, pull down your trousers and take a picture of the big bulge in your tight red panties. I am sure there’s a big wet spot in the front. Send the picture within 1 hour of reading this email.
Then I’ll decide just who I want to share it with!
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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