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Diary
Date: Monday, 31st December,
2001
I
arrived at work early today. It surprised
me to see my boss Jeff was already in his
office. Did he already know? Had Mike
forwarded him a copy of the story I'd
written less than 24 hours earlier? The
story of me stripping naked and going
between the library shelves to masturbate;
a true account of my first surrender to a
blackmail demand made by Mike. I tried to
calm my racing pulse as I approached
Jeff's office. There didn't seem to be
anything unusual in the way he greeted me
as I passed his open door.
My new
office is right next door to Jeff's. It's
not nearly as spacious but it is all mine.
I sat at my desk and surveyed my new
surroundings. Everything appeared to be in
place, just as I'd left things yesterday.
Tidy. Neat. Organized. Just like me. But I
still felt restless. I kicked off my shoes
under my desk and luxuriated for a moment
in the soothing softness of the carpet
under my feet. Coffee time.
"Make me
one too please, Adrianna," Jeff called
from his office.
He knew
my routine well. I smiled to myself.
Serving him coffee would be just the
beginning.
I found
myself distracted by daydreams as I waited
for the electric kettle to boil. My
thoughts drifted back to the preceding day
and the story I'd typed on Jeff's
computer. Words from it seemed to dance
before my eyes; tantalizing me. Naked.
Completely naked. Restrained. Forced to
submit. What if Jeff was reading it right
now? Ideas would surely be planted in his
head. The thick tape I used to bind myself
naked to the chair in his office. Had I
thrown out all evidence of actually doing
this yesterday when I was alone in the
building? I knew I had but secretly wished
I hadn't. The high pitched whistle of the
kettle pierced the sensuous bubble of
delirium which had enveloped me.
"Adrianna, what's this?"
Jeff asked.
I had
carefully placed the steaming cup of
coffee on his desk and was about to return
to my office. His question sent a rush of
panic surging through me. Was this the
moment I'd been dreaming of?
"What's
what?" I asked, trying not to blush as I
turned back to face him. His focus was
glued to the computer screen on his desk.
I searched the expression on his face for
any trace of a clue. Nothing.
"This!"
I was
afraid to look. Could it be the photo of
me I'd been looking at yesterday? I made a
quick mental journey back in time. I'd
removed the floppy disk; there was no
chance he could be looking at that photo.
Me, kneeling naked, hands bound behind my
back and being forced to face the camera.
But what if he was? I discreetly rubbed my
wrists together behind my back and
imagined myself standing there
bound.
"Are you
okay, Adrianna?"
I felt
my face and ears burning. There was a
sudden awareness I was blushing. "Yes," I
lied. "The heating in here seems hotter
than usual."
Jeff's
brow crinkled with a look of puzzled
curiosity. "It's nothing," he then said,
returning his attention to his computer
screen. I smiled nervously. He casually
waved me away. I tried to remain composed
as I turned to leave.
Once I
was back in my own office I collapsed in
my chair and breathed a deep sigh of
relief. Email time.
My
office email program started retrieving
new messages. I felt compelled to check in
on my Yahoo account also; a ritual which
had taken on a new significance since Mike
began blackmailing me. I launched my
browser and made sure I could toggle
quickly back to my work email account in
the event of Jeff walking in on me. I
logged in.
Nine new
emails. My heart skipped a beat. They
could only be from Mike. I looked at the
list of unread messages and went straight
to re: Blackmail Society.
I
casually circled my feet on the carpet
under my desk as I read his reply. His
words seemed to leap from the screen and
ravish me. I pointed my toes and spread my
legs widely under my desk. The more I read
the more feverishly I imagined myself tied
naked on my chair; my arms pulled tight
behind my head; my ankles secured tightly
to the ends of a long spreader bar; my
pussy fully exposed; my wetness on full
display.
Mike
mentioned so many things that excited me.
There was no doubt now that he would
eventually make good his threat to reveal
everything about me to Jeff. He went
further than I imagined or could have
hoped for. He spoke of making me the
office whore. He had the power to do this.
I shivered with perverse delight as I read
Mike's proposal of one day making me
captive in the building, maybe in a
storeroom; making me a prisoner to be used
day after day by all of the people I work
with. All of them. Whenever they wanted.
In whatever way they desired. His email
asked if I wanted to know the details of
his plan. I didn't. The thought of being
surprised unexpectedly, maybe while in the
middle of ordinary day-to-day work
business, was a sublimely thrill for me.
He left me wondering whether he'd already
been in contact with Jeff.
It's
presently mid-afternoon on the last day of
2001. The library will be closed tomorrow,
New Year's Day. I'll have another chance
to be alone here; to meet any new demands
made by Mike. I'm barely able to
concentrate on my job as I wonder what
demands he might make next...
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