Your mouth. Open, perhaps held open with an O-ring gag or a dental gag, ready to take anything I shove down your throat. Maybe it will be a dripping, ejaculating dildo, or maybe this time it will be fluid, straight fluid, forced down your throat and into your belly.
Good morning my corporate slut,
Delicious immobility.
Do you know what this might mean for you? When I decide that it’s time to make you endure what’s pushing all my hot buttons, there’s really no room for any kind of negotiation. It occurred to me over the weekend that it’s been much too long since you’ve been completely immobilized. Reduced to just one thing.
Just one thing. For me.
That one thing – of course – is a hole. Or perhaps two, I should say.
Your total immobilization will be the part that turns me on most, though. I want you restrained so tightly that you can barely breathe. I want you reduced to simply eyes – two sweet, begging eyes, unable to do anything but try to will me into letting you go because the pleading in your eyes is so sincere.
Your mouth will be open, as well as your ass, so that I may insert any variety of degrading, violating things into them. If I add a blindfold, you will be totally helpless. That will terrify you. And when you start shaking, I’ll just get wetter.
Your mouth. Open, perhaps held open with an O-ring gag or a dental gag, ready to take anything I shove down your throat. Maybe it will be a dripping, ejaculating dildo, or maybe this time it will be fluid, straight fluid, forced down your throat and into your belly.
Creamy, warm cum. Saved from last time. A condom full of someone else’s seed, collected from moments before, fucking just inches near you, while you listened. Warm piss, straight from my body or elsewhere, in amounts that are too much for you to handle.
My fingers. Prying open, massaging the inside of your mouth, whispering cruelly to you, telling you what a useless cunt you are. Gloved fingers, latex, the taste of rubber will surround and suffocate you, gagging you, making your eyes water.
Or perhaps something sweet. Like a kiss. Maybe you will have just one moment, one brief second as I straddle your chest, to romance me like a good boy. A kiss, when you least expect it, with the gag removed, your mouth still aching and jaw sore, so quickly that you have no time to mentally prepare. You just have to hope and pray that the sincerity in your kiss comes through; or, you better damn well hope the kiss makes me wet.
Maybe if I like the way your tongue feels in my mouth, I’ll instead sit on your face, rather than prepare for the violation of your asshole.
So as you kiss me, desperately, know that you are just mere moments away from one of two things. Either a fine, lovely afternoon of facesitting, your tongue hungrily lapping at my wet pussy. Or, an afternoon of violation, your tight hole stretched in unimaginable, inhuman ways, violated with new objects, new instruments, and finally filled with fluids that are meant to degrade and disarm you.
My pussy. Or a complete violation of your pussy, so to speak.
I’ll be honest with you, I don’t think you have much hope. Because the devices I have lined up for your open, vulnerable asshole are just too tempting.
Once again, you’ll be totally immobile, and unable to see anything. I won’t even give you the benefit of seeing the items before they are lubricated and worked slowly, painfully into your asshole.
You’ll feel the cold metal, vibrating plastic, milking rods. Your ass may be filled with a hook, or pumped full with fluid – warm cum or piss – until you are so full and uncomfortable that your softest, most sincere whimpers may just get my attention. You know I so love it when you are quietly pathetic.
The useless, desperate struggling will be what I am looking for. You may be able to clench your fists and curl your toes, but that’s about it. Your body will strain against the leather straps that are holding you down on the medical table, and I’ll enjoy the sound of stretching, strained leather with every deep breath you take.
Any tightening of your ass cheeks will be met with swift obedience. Your balls will be in a vice that I can turn slowly, cranking up the pressure. I’ll always add pressure, never remove any, so keep in mind that there is no going back once you misbehave. You will get no warnings. You’ll just hear the turning of the crank and feel the crushing pressure on your tender balls, one full crank for every tiny bit of resistance.
You’ll have to focus very hard on keeping your hole loose and open for me, accepting willingly anything I want to violate you with. For amusement, I may loosen the straps around your hips and make you work hard to thrust your asscheeks upward, working your own hole around the deep, throbbing metal cock that will be delivering painful shocks to you from the inside out. Watching you struggle to impale yourself deeper on this torture device will be highly amusing – and undeniably erotic.
I’ll admit, as I write you these descriptions, I find myself taking long, lingering breaks to pleasure myself. I am not going to indulge with you with long, gratuitous descriptions regarding how wet I am and how much it aches. I know you can use your imagination there.
Just remember, that it’s all for you. My sweet, corporate bitch, I am coming to take you away for an afternoon lunch break at the finest dungeon in Los Angeles, where the medical room is waiting. Perhaps I’ll have a couple of the most gorgeous and dynamic professional Dominas assist me as I fasten the sixteen leather straps that will hold you in place.
Some late morning “stretches” and yoga, perhaps some meditation, may be beneficial.
See you soon, my slut.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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