Good morning my corporate slut,
This morning I was thinking about you. I was pleasuring myself thinking about you, actually, and I bet you’d like all the graphic details about that. Wouldn’t it be painful to read about, knowing your cock is just going to swell up in the tight confines of that cage and remind you once again that cumming is no longer a freedom you have?
I have to smirk when I think about that delicious dilemma you find yourself in. You want to know about how my pussy feels, how tight and wet I am when I pleasure myself thinking of you suffering, you want to know how my fingers taste, how the orgasms rock my body. But when you imagine these things, it just makes your balls ache so much. It makes your cock twitch and strain inside the plastic and the result must be maddening for you.
You’ll get no sympathy from me. After all, you have told me all along that you want to belong to me – fully – and you are willing to endure it all. And it’s simply that selfless suffering that makes me so wet. When I wake up in the morning after sleeping late, and I find myself just lounging between the sheets, I can’t help but imagine the pain you endure hour after hour – all for me. Then I start getting wet, then I imagine the greater lengths you will go to suffer for me.
In no time, my fingers are at my pussy, slid down underneath the sheer pink panties, rubbing against my clit, teasing, so moist so quickly, as I picture you on your hands and knees right in front of me begging to be used in any way I desire. Knowing I have my full arsenal of toys at my disposal – the whips and floggers, the anal toys and vibrators, the clamps and clips and the devices that make you suffer.
It’s no wonder I get myself worked up into a bit of a frenzy, making the sheer pink panties nearly translucent with moisture, my nipples hard and my body aching for an intense orgasm. But I don’t stop there – I don’t end it. Instead, I let it linger, so I can use all that pent up sexual frustration on you.
You know what that means, don’t you?
About 45 minutes of time between my sheets this morning, thinking of you, playing with my pussy, getting my panties so wet. All in anticipation of a little “afternoon visit” that will happen today – a short one, I promise (I know you are so busy) but one that will leave your cock throbbing, your balls blue and your ass stretched. A few hours from now you will find yourself sitting there, Mr. Powerful BusinessMan, with your panties leaking lubricant from your ass, your balls feeling like they weigh 50 pounds and your nipples so tender and sore that you are careful not to move as you sit in your chair, because just the brushing of them against your shirt makes them feel like they are on fire.
What could you have done to deserve such treatment? Oh, it’s simple, I would say. Just being you.
I may actually even pleasure myself on the drive over – you never know. I just know that I want the pretty sheer pink panties to be freshly wet when I arrive, because the first thing you are going to have to endure is the torture of me sitting on your face, making you lick my panties, but not me.
What a way to spend a Monday afternoon for a corporate slut: on your back, on the floor of your office, with me sitting on your face.
My skirt hiked up, boots still on, I’m going to straddle you and put just enough pressure on your nose and mouth that you feel desperate and uncomfortable, because those sounds you try to make are so hot. I am going to press down and encourage you, laughing, to get that tongue as close to my clit as possible, but through the panties. I’m sure the scent of my pussy will make you ache and tremble, and I’ll just respond by pressing down harder, until your moans of pleasure turn into sweet, vulnerable whimpers of desperation.
Once you are so worked up from the intoxicating scent of my arousal I am going to force you to remain completely still as I lift up, inches above your face, and use my fingers under my panties to finish myself off. Cumming right there, just above you, where you are forced to remain still and just watch, unable to participate. Your tongue longing to be inside me, your cock screaming for attention. If I can find a way – through the raging waves of orgasm – to take a peek at your helpless, pleading eyes, it might be worth it. But I think I will be too busy enjoying the orgasm of my life.
After I climax, I am going to rest for a moment, and then I’ll let you lick my fingers clean. Just laying beside you, almost peaceful for such a sadistic beast, I’ll watch pleasantly as you lick each of my wet fingers completely clean, watching how your face registers such desperation and longing. That look – I think you know that one I’m talking about – where despite the raging pain in your balls, you can only think about how bad you want to please me with your tongue, to be drowning in my pussy. If I like the way you lick, I just might have you keep licking for some time.
(You forget how excited I get to have you licking and sucking on my fingers. You may get bored with the task once the taste of my pussy is pretty much gone, but you better keep up your enthusiasm, or I will remove all your pussy worship responsibilities for one month, and you don’t want that, do you?)
Watching your eyes as you stare up helplessly at the ceiling of your high rise office, I may just slip those panties off, down around my ankles, past the heels of my boots, before bringing them up close to your face. Just holding them there, dangling them off one finger, to watch you as you stare and wonder what this might mean. You never quite know what I am going to do, do you?
To be honest, I haven’t decided. I may just tease you with them, letting them dangle above your lips. I may open them up for you and tell you to stick out your tongue and watch you eat up every last drop of my juices. I may make them into a tiny, menacing ball and shove them into your mouth, just to hear you whimper.
I may just make you kiss them once, then stuff them into your trousers as a little reminder of our visit. But we both know, the moment I leave, you’ll have them out and be worshiping them. Just make sure you lock your door when I leave.
See you soon.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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