So many times practicing, even making you spread your own ass cheeks degradingly, finger your own ass hole as I verbally humiliate you and tell you to show me that your hole is ready. Making you pump one finger then two then three, so cruel in my tone that you worry in your own dark demented mind that I may make you suck your own fingers clean.
Good morning my corporate slut,
When I get a new toy, you know I can’t wait to use it.
There’s something about the fit and feel of this new strap on that is simply addicting. The leather straps run tight along my thighs and up between my ass crack; a unique feel and fit, but oh, such leverage for the big, thick black dildo that bounces slightly between my legs when I walk.
As I model it in the full-length mirror this morning, my mind drifted immediately to how it would look on you. Or, in you, I should say. In your mouth, as you kneel, hands politely behind your back, showing me that you have remembered how a proper slave kneels and sucks.
Your eyes closed, as if not seeing could block out the image of what is happening to you. I wouldn’t let you off that easy anyway, telling you out loud how your mouth looks wrapped around my dick. “Suck it deep, come on, I know you can deep throat better than that!” I may say. Or, more to the point, “My cock is stuffing your mouth and you love it, don’t you?”
And I’d make you gag an obedient, “Mm-hmm” just to prove you are listening attentively to the humiliating descriptions and instructions.
As if my hands, sweetly running fingers through your hair, could even distract you from how full and gagging the new dildo is. You know when my fingers are in your hair affectionately it is only a matter of time before the gentle caresses turn to fists between the strands, tightening so you will wince in a way that gets me hot, so I can force my hips forward in a motion that makes you choke. Just because I like it.
You – kneeling – sucking and worshipping – this is why I do what I do. Because I long to see you prone in front of me, down low, obedient, and willing to do such degrading things like suck a huge cock. I will admit, sometimes I imagine, as I watch my cock slide in and out of your lips and you slurp hungrily, that I am watching you suck a real dick.
A woman is entitled to her fantasies, after all, right?
I imagine you sucking a black man’s huge, bulging cock as I watch and pace around, providing instructions. When I see your lips around my black dildo, my mind wanders, I just can’t help it. Because you suck so eagerly and efficiently, you have adopted a style that conserves energy and stretches your mouth, and opens your throat to take more and more. Who could fault me for wanting to share this talent?
When I imagine these things, standing in front of the mirror, I can’t help but start stroking the full length of my dildo while I watch in the mirror. You’d think I was momentarily transformed and could actually feel the strokes, feel my body stiffen, feel the orgasm building up inside. Maybe it’s the slight pressure I am putting on my clit with the base of the dildo, the egg vibrator positioned perfectly. It makes me just want to lay down and finish myself off, but I can’t stop looking in the mirror.
And what’s turning me on most is visualizing you, anyway. My whore, sucking dick, either on all fours or kneeling with wrists crossed behind your back. And when I see my cock is glistening enough, the saliva dripping down from tip to base, perhaps that’s time to take what I really want from you.
Sometimes gently, sometimes violently, but always with precision and intense purpose. Turning you around, bending you over, pulling down your panties, and spreading your cheeks as you are ordered to open your legs and prepare yourself for me. You know, by now, what this ritual entails. Loosening up, relaxing. So many times practicing, even making you spread your own ass cheeks degradingly, finger your own ass hole as I verbally humiliate you and tell you to show me that your hole is ready. Making you pump one finger then two then three, so cruel in my tone that you worry in your own dark demented mind that I may make you suck your own fingers clean.
Come on, admit it. Your own internal fantasies are MUCH nastier than even mine, and you have thought about such disgusting things, I bet, and even gotten hard! Just as I know you are humiliated at the fact that as soon as my cock touches your lips you get hard, and as soon as my hands grip your ass cheeks you long to be pumped up full with my dick.
(How amusing, I admit, to think that when a woman grabs your ass, instead of the normal reaction of a man, you associate the feeling with your hole being penetrated).
You, on all fours, taking my cock. My new cock. That’s what it really comes down to. But before I even give you the opportunity to worship it with your mouth, or take it in your ass, you will first lick and worship every ounce of the leather harness, the buckles. Even the strap that rides tight up my ass, the base that presses warmly against my pussy. It’s soaked through, already, the leather taking various shades now as my juices have permeated and soaked through. I am sure the smell of pussy and leather will bring you to a very, very special place in your mind.
How does noon sound, my whore?
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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