You may start to distinguish, at some point, the difference in the stiff latex vs. warm skin of cocks sliding in and out of your mouth, or the feel of a glory shot of cum dripping down your face.
Good morning my corporate slut,
Sometimes on a Monday, I feel like a little intrigue and espionage. I guess I grew up with a little too much James Bond (you know, Mr. Bond was always getting into tight situations) and Batman (do my outfits remind you of Catwoman?), so there are times when I wake up and just want to do something devious and unpredictable.
Like – say – kidnapping?
Oh. Don’t worry. You won’t be hurt (much). And I won’t risk getting arrested. But I hatched a plan with a very sadistic girlfriend of mine, I will just call her “Mistress Dread.” She’s the hottest vixen in Hollywood and her specialty is public humiliation, forced feminization and cuckolding. What a devious combination, don’t you think?
I told Ms. Dread that I wanted to implement an abduction of my Corporate Slut that would leave his head spinning and my panties soaking. We got together a few times over the past month, drinking champagne and laughing about the ridiculously nasty things that we could do to you.
Unfortunately, we can’t FULLY take you against your will and without warning, because someone could get hurt. Namely, you. So she and I decided how little information we could share with you to prepare you, and also make some recommendations about how you need to get yourself ready for your little date with Ms. Dread.
Dread’s got this wicked play space in North Hollywood, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and contraptions I’ve only dreamed of. We will eventually end up back here, but I am going to make sure you are off for a wild ride (all videotaped by her production company). In my mind I want you to make a fantastic arrival, but only after the entire thing is caught on tape. Who knows, maybe this is going to be your breakthrough performance in porn.
I’ve made my expectations for Ms. Dread very clear. I want you tarted up and hogtied, left in a warehouse where nearby kinky and swinger partygoers can drop by and have their way with you, and it won’t be until everyone has had their fill that you will be transported to me at her play space. I figure you will arrive suitably “worked in” for my plans.
The most erotic part of this, to me, is that she and her team are going to forcibly feminize you so intensely, so severely, that in your bound & gagged state, I don’t think anyone will know, for sure, your real gender. Your pussy will be off limits, anyway, but your mouth will be available for full use.
(In fact, she tells me she has a glory hole/metal stocks contraption they can lock you in, on all fours, that forces you to assume a dick-sucking position for as long as I want; in your thigh highs and high heels, this position might be even more delightful than hogtied on the floor!).
She’s going to have you laced into a tight corset that gives you an amazing figure, add fake breasts and a tight latex outfit, a luscious head of fake, feminine hair, and big, painted lips ready to suck cock.
The strap-on cocks will come fast and furious, one after the other, and you will be blindfolded the whole time. I’ve asked that the lights be kept low to help hide your real gender, but she assures me, no one would even question it in full light! Plus, she told me, the production lights are pretty bright, and she’s capturing it with three camera angles.
I’ve asked her to include great close-ups of your face, the blindfold tight over your eyes, the cock sliding in and out of your mouth. You are going to show off how you don’t even smear a bit of lipstick.
Ms. Dread will coordinate this hour, two or three-hour “session” in the dark warehouse. What’s best is that you will be left there, alone, until the party starts next door. And you will have no idea how long this will be. You’ll just be plugged, locked into a leather harness under your sissy clothes, ass full unless they decide to have another “hole” open for use later.
You will be in full lingerie, blindfolded and gagged with a huge, pulsating penis gag. The penis gag is a reminder of what will come the rest of the evening. In the darkness, you’ll feel the thigh-high stockings, the tight latex, and the fact that you can barely breathe because the corset has laced your waist so tight.
I asked her to videotape this part, for me, as a special little “behind the scenes bonus.” I don’t think the general kinky public would appreciate it, but you know I get so wet thinking of you helplessly waiting, struggling perhaps, the high heels sparkling, the muffled whimpers as the big, thick cock gag chokes you.
The hours that you must wait will go by so slowly. You may wonder, ultimately, if you’ve just been left there all night as a mindfuck to end all mindfucks. Then when you hear her high heels, the sound of music thumping in the next room, and screams of laughter and drunkenness, you will know that your test has really just begun.
I don’t think you’ll ever hear the words, “Action,” from the director, or even distinguish the genders of the voices as the ladies and eventually, couples come in to use you in your tarted-up nastiness. You may start to distinguish, at some point, the difference in the stiff latex vs. warm skin of cocks sliding in and out of your mouth, or the feel of a glory shot of cum dripping down your face.
She tells me, with a chuckle of course, that she wants some great money shots in this video. Unfortunately, for you, I think this means you may have more than one load of cum on your face as the evening unfolds.
As the grand finale, like in all her videos, Ms. Dread is going to use you once on her own. She tells me of this massive 10-inch, thick black dick she calls MONSTER, and how she will fuck your mouth with it until your choke on it. All the other cocks through the evening are going to just be to work you up to her level, so to speak.
I hear there may be some sort of a grand closing shot that involves a massive cum dump. You will still be blindfolded. Who knows, she may even do something even nastier, she’s done everything in Hollywood, and she revels in it.
Luckily I do get the final say in the “product” that will eventually be sold if I want to sell it. I even got to name the film myself.
I’m calling it “Left for Dread.”
Isn’t that cute?
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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