After the new harness is in place, I have a special pair of panties for you to wear. Humiliation panties. I call them that because they are frilly white lace, a few sizes too small.
Is your door closed, slave?
Because we don’t want to have anyone walking in and catching you reading this e-mail. No, that would not be a good start of your day.
You are going to have to start getting used to closing your door in the office from now on. Because whenever you get a message from me, it could mean something terribly nasty.
I want to remind you how nasty I can be this morning.
*
I could not sleep at all last night. I am restless again, and the desire to see you submit is worse than ever. I had a fantasy this morning about you. Before you read it, you need to kneel down on the floor. Like a good little whore. Right there behind your desk.
Your door is still closed, isn’t it?
*
You know how I get carried away with fantasy sometimes. You had already left, and I was lounging in the bed, still enjoying your scent on the sheets. I had watched you, dreamily, sliding into your nicest trousers and dress shirt.
When I watch you get dressed like that it puts me in such a mood. I was remembering you from the night before — when I had you tied down, spread eagle on the bed, blindfolded.
When I was straddling your face, but teasing you, keeping my sex just out of reach. Making you beg for it. Making you plead, and whimper, and gasp in desperation.
You could hear me above you, hear my fingers pleasuring myself. You could hear my moaning, and feel the bed moving with my motion. But you could do nothing.
You were helpless. I came, staring down at you, one finger in my mouth and the other between my legs.
*
Enough about last night, though. What I want to tell you about is tonight. What I want to do tonight, what my fantasy is.
So make sure you are content, there, at your desk. Get your coffee (crawl across the office floor on the way to do the door..ooh, I love the image of you doing that.)
Sit back in your big chair. Imagine being strapped to it, the way I strap you down at home. Naked from the waist down. Your legs pried apart and strapped in place.
Your balls hanging down — so vulnerable. As I walk around your desk with a ruler. You wonder what I am capable of doing.
Now that I have your full attention, you will listen to my fantasy for this evening. It begins with a special evening out for us.
This is an anniversary of sorts. I have arranged a limousine for us. Only the best for my little whore.
And I arrive to find you in your office waiting. Everyone has left for the day –which is perfect. Perhaps we even have time for a quickie. You know that I always bring my strap on and cock gag in my purse for such occasions.
You are never safe.
But I am eager to get on with my special evening. First, you must change your clothes.
**
For our special evening I have a plug that you must wear, as well as a very tight cock harness. I had it custom made — it is tighter and more uncomfortable than the Gates of Hell that you have grown accustomed to.
This device will grab hold of your balls and not let go, then latch around your cock in several places, holding it down underneath you as to remove almost all evidence of your erection.
That is, until I release the lever. Just by reaching down your trousers I can release it, and then your cock (I should say — MY cock) will spring to attention. Much to the embarrassment of you, I assume.
And the device itself is quite painful. I made sure of that when I had it made. So that every time your cock gets harder, you will wince, and squirm, and try uselessly to get free.
After the new harness is in place, I have a special pair of panties for you to wear. Humiliation panties.
I call them that because they are frilly white lace, a few sizes too small. Tight and restrictive, you will feel them, in combination with the new harness, and be totally uncomfortable.
And wait until you see where I am taking you.
*
Just to make things completely interesting, I will test out the effectiveness of the harness and panties by straddling your face in the back of the limousine.
You know how I get in luxury cars, of course. I’ll be wearing a short latex skirt that I can peel up off of my thighs, thigh high stockings and no panties. Dripping probably already, when I lower myself down onto your waiting mouth you will feel the pain in your groin become excruciating.
The ultimate test will be whether or not you can make me cum before we get to our destination. It is a fifteen minute drive.
**
I can imagine the look on your face when you see I have brought you to the premiere strip club in the city. Where lapdances cost a fortune, and all of the women are beautiful.
I know this is the place you sometimes go to entertain clients. This time, you will be entertaining me instead.
You will be entertaining me by sitting, a strained look on your face, as I pay these women tremendous amounts of money to dance suggestively on your lap, pressing your face into their breasts, grinding their thong bikinis right into your crotch.
And oh how that will hurt. I will watch, smiling, already scouting out the next bombshell that I will have deliver the cruel dance to you. I will tip them well, and tell them I am your girlfriend, and they are to get you rock hard.
Do you think they will wonder why they can’t feel your bulge? You know they are expecting a rock hard bulge in the crotch of your pants — how could it not happen?
Maybe I will announce to the most beautiful blonde that you are impotent. Or that your dick is just too small, no one can feel it.
How embarrassed would that make you?
Maybe I will let one of the stunning redheads peek down your trousers and see the frilly panties I have you in.
And maybe when I bring out the bondage gear, they will giggle, and help me tie you to the chair right on stage in front of the entire place. To get a very special lapdance.
The grand finale of which will be my reaching down your trousers to release the harness, so your cock springs up and reveals a huge erection in your pants.
I bet that will get a standing ovation.
**
But you must understand the most erotic part of this to me. You don’t know this, but I secretly envy you when you take your clients there to entertain them.
I have gone there myself. You did not know that either. But I have gone, and enjoyed it. And I have had a few lapdances myself.
And there is a dancer there, her name is Veronica. She is tall, with long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. She has an amazing body, with long legs and full breasts. I’ve had sex with her in the back room.
Just experimenting, really. Most of those women are lesbians or bi, as you probably know.
And on this night, I will have Veronica help me dominate you. She will see you in your sissy panties with your cock turning blue in the tight harness. She will see me sit on your face to shut you up, and then crouch down in her 5 inch pumps to make out with me and let me fondle her breasts.
You will be sat upon like a piece of furniture while I enjoy the taste of her full lips and let her start working her way down my neck, unbuttoning my blouse.
You will be there, helpless, squirming under me. You will be used as a prop at first, while I enjoy her, and she enjoys me.
I will show her what a good cocksucker you are. She expressed an interest to me in exploring domination, and she has never seen a man take a cock in his mouth this way.
So you will be kneeling there, your face still soaked with my pussy juices. Knowing Veronica, she will first lean down and lick it right off of your face. Yes, she loves the taste.
Meanwhile I will be strapping on my leather harness. Positioning my cock in front of me. You know which one — the big black one, the 8 inch one that fills your mouth until you are ready to choke.
I’ll have her help me by pulling your head back with a fistful of hair. I’ll order you to open your mouth. And I’ll tell Veronica to enjoy the show as I first make you lick the tip.
You’ll have to slide your tongue all the way around it and hope that I don’t get too eager, as I sometimes do, forcing it into your mouth before you have a chance to loosen your jaw.
I want to watch it filling your mouth totally, gagging you. Veronica will be holding your head still as I penetrate your mouth. Filling you. Watching you slurp, and suck.
Meanwhile your panties will be bulging, and your cock will be burning.
From there, I cannot say what will happen. Maybe I will hog-tie you and leave you in the back of the limousine, our plaything to watch and toy with. Maybe I will bring her home and enjoy her for the entire evening while you remain bound and gagged, the double-sided dildo in place in your mouth so you are ready to be used at any time…
**
I hope your door is closed and locked. Because now, as you sit there, my nasty little bitch, you are to assume the position and be prepared to be fucked.
You never expected this letter to turn nasty, did you?
You underestimate me. You underestimate how turned on I get as I write these things to you, and what that means. How it means that you are going to submit, be used, and then report back to me.
Go into your play drawer and take out the large plug. The ribbed one. The one that I sometimes make you lubricate with ben gay.
Take it out, and get out a pair of your training panties. The black ones will do nicely.
First the plug will go into your ass, then you are to put on the panties. You are going to wear them the rest of the day.
Next, take out your cocksucking dildo and practice for me. Practice and record onto my voice mail the sounds of your sucking, slurping. You are to repeat between deep throating it what a nasty little bitch you are. You are going to tell me that you love to have my big cock in your mouth.
That voice mail better sound good.
Finally, to make sure your chastity training is in line, you are going to go masturbate to the edge in the men’s room, and when you are done, you are going to piss like a woman.
That means sitting down to piss. And you will have to sit there and waiting until you can actually pull it off. I hope your cock cooperates with you.
I trust you don’t have any questions. If you do, send me an email with the title, “I’m a pussy and need help.”
And be ready for tonight….I will pick you up at 7.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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