I see you on all fours, in black lingerie and high heels, your mouth stuffed with an O-ring gag so large that you are ready to accommodate any sized dildo or cock. Your wrists and ankles are chained into position. This is all on stage, with a spotlight on you.
Good morning my corporate slut.
Kicking and screaming.
You know the phrase, I am sure. You willingly endure so much of my humiliation and torture. At times, I revert back to the ideas surrounding what it takes to bring you down to the level that you resist, fully, with all of your soul, because the degradation is simply too much for your fragile ego.
Reducing you to a mess of tears, spit and humiliation; your mouth stretched from the dildo too large, the thrusts too deep. Your hair disheveled, your precious lips swollen, your ass leaking. Maybe it’s hours and hours of gang banging, public humiliation, selling your holes; taking you to levels you thought unimaginable yet find yourself craving because your need to suffer for me is so great.
How far could you go? How far down? Even if you knew – at the end of it all – I would ignore your pleas, your ‘safewords’ and your promises to be a good boy. Sometimes, after all, I just need to listen to my inner beast.
I see you on all fours, in black lingerie and high heels, your mouth stuffed with an O-ring gag so large that you are ready to accommodate any sized dildo or cock. Your wrists and ankles are chained into position. This is all on stage, with a spotlight on you.
As your mouth is made available to my guests, your ass is on display as I debut my most diabolical milking machine, using a steel rod, a ball crusher and long rubber tubes connected to vial after vial ready to capture your huge loads.
So tell me, what would be most terrifying of all this? The fact that you are on stage, on display, for all to see? Or the fact that you will simultaneously be sucking cock as you are milked, your loads saved for a diabolical purpose?
What is most important is how this will affect me. Even as I write this, I feel myself getting wetter. I long to take breaks from typing just to let my fingers explore a little. To imagine you in such a state of raw vulnerability and sheer objectification is so hot to me.
How can I resist not wanting to put you through more and more, until you are reduced to that spent, “hot mess” that I visualize so distinctly in my mind?
Will it be my large cock that penetrates your mouth first, or will I be “working the machine” that systematically pumps the huge loads from you without the mercy or reward of even the slightest orgasm?
Milking turns me on. It turns me on, ever since I saw that scene from “A boy and his dog,” the idea hit me as absolutely remarkable! To steal an orgasm from a man, to milk his cock so that he explodes but without an ounce of pleasure. But to add to the humiliation – even better – by using his ass to complete the process. So ironic!
As the metal rod is slid up your ass – tight, cold, unforgiving – will you be shamed and looking away, or will your eyes scan the group of women watching to see if there is any mercy to be found? Your ass – pumped, massaged – until you feel the loads building up, but without pleasure! I will rig it so you can SEE the fluid squirting from the tubes. Milky white – load after load, as you suck and suck on the big cock in your mouth.
Oh, if only I could connect the two. So you are sucking the dildo that pumps with huge loads, fresh and warm, so tasty and degrading. The ultimate invention, isn’t it? A dual fucking setup that ensures you will be ass fucked while sucking cock, so the loads fill your mouth and despite the gagging, despite the resistance, you have no choice but to swallow or drown.
I hope my approach today doesn’t seem excessively cruel. I am in a bit of a mood, can’t you tell?
Affectionately.
Mistress Akasha