Your exhausted tongue – barely having time to recover from the sixty minutes of delicate ass worship – only to be recalled for, perhaps, “Pussy duty” if there are any post-coitus messes for you to attend to. Such humiliation.
Good morning my corporate slut,
It’s amazing what a little bit of tease and denial can do to you.
You already know that it’s not just about the locked chastity for me. Sure, I get a certain rush of adrenaline when I hear the click of the lock as it seals your fate, imprisoning your manhood for what could be all of eternity.
I enjoy the sharp breath you take, the slight tremble of your flesh. The soft moan as your breath escapes your lips and I know that words couldn’t really begin to sum it up.
Total imprisonment.
It’s not that I get off merely on the fact that your cock is encased – not accessible – caged and denied your touch. I find that merely entertaining on the side, so to speak. What excites me most when we enter the long, now longer days of chastity is the power I have over you and the pure agony that teasing and denial put you in.
It’s the most erotic form of torture because it’s slow, deliberate, painful and humiliating. As a sadist, I must ask you – what’s not to love?
I know that I can simply call you on the phone. And when you pick up, the calm and assertive successful businessman, I can turn you into a groveling, whimpering mess with just a few carefully selected words.
Or maybe not even words at all. Who would be calling you, after all, mid-afternoon and just start pleasuring herself on the phone, whispering one word to you, “Beg.”
It’s a simple word really. But sometimes that’s all I need to reach orgasm, especially if I’d been fantasizing before dialing the numbers with my slick and wet little fingertips, waiting for your voice, waiting to hear that fantastic transformation as you go from distracted corporate superstar to groveling, desperate, locked up whore.
The meaningful “click” once I finish with you – moaning loudly in ecstasy to remind you of just how fantastic orgasms could feel – then I’m already off to my next project.
An hour of face sitting. Right when you get home from work. And why not? Only the third or forth day in chastity, the scent of my ass would leave you reeling, unable to compose yourself. Making you “work your way up” to pleasuring more desirable parts of my body, as newly locked up slaves always start at the bottom of the totem pole.
Not that there’s anything wrong with my bottom; freshly bathed and soaked in a warm, foaming bath to prepare for your arrival home, my lingerie and party clothes already picked out. And it’s only as you lick for what seems like hours – planted painfully under my ass cheeks – that I reveal my plans for the evening without you.
Dancing – drinks – dinner, maybe. A gentleman suitor or maybe three of my craziest girlfriends – a night on the town in a fantastic outfit, a night full of debauchery and sex all while you remain caged. Just trying to decide if you should be put into an actual cage for the evening, or locked into a dramatic and painful locking butt plug harness and forced to clean the loft until I return, maybe to share details of the evening – or maybe not.
Your exhausted tongue – barely having time to recover from the sixty minutes of delicate ass worship – only to be recalled for, perhaps, “Pussy duty” if there are any post-coitus messes for you to attend to. Such humiliation.
And as the days proceed and your desperation intensifies, my erotic rush just remains more consistent. The ultimate? An unexpected visit to your office, strap-on in my purse. Forcing you to worship my shaft as if it were the only way to earn release. So much pent up frustration – I am sure you’d suck like your life depended on it!
And it would, wouldn’t it? Because as you hear me moaning and riding closer to climax – from merely penetrating your mouth with my cock – your focus would again shift to your real purpose.
My pleasure.
Only when my cock is rammed so far down your throat that your eyes water do you realize that your chastity serves a greater purpose. And that however many days or nights or weekends it is extended, your attention and diligence is the reward for us both. Only when you are denied so relentlessly do you fully appreciate ever curve of my slick latex cock, or tune in to ever subtle groan of pleasure that escapes my lips.
Focus.
If locked chastity, teasing and denial are what it takes for you to keep your priorities straight – and to turn you into the hungry insatiable cock-whore that I so adore – then perhaps we’re both in this for the long haul.
How many days now?
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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