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Diary
Date: Monday, 31st December, 2001 (Late
Afternoon)
It's the
second time in the past twenty-four hours
that Mike has demanded I strip naked at
work and masturbate. The time since
receiving Mike's demand earlier today has
passed slowly. Agonizingly slowly. I've
never really been a clock-watcher at work
but I couldn't take my eyes off it today.
By 4pm I was finally alone in the library;
all the staff including my boss Jeff
finished early to go off and make
themselves ready for the various New
Year's parties they'd been invited to. I
returned to my office after locking the
main entry doors and reread Mike's email
demand, this time savoring each wicked
word without the fear of being
interrupted.
Among
the list of demands Mike has made is one
for information; truthful information
which he plans to send to Jeff so that one
day, when I least expect it, I'll be
confronted and forced to confirm or deny
it. Mike wants me to make a list of my
darkest desires; the full truth. He wants
to make it impossible for me to deny
anything when Jeff ultimately confronts
me. I also wish for this. That is the
truth.
The
blurring of fantasy and reality heightens
my arousal as I strip naked in my office.
I remove every single item I'm wearing,
including my watch, and carefully place
them in the bottom drawer of my filing
cabinet. I lock the drawer and clench the
small key in my hand while I contemplate
what to do with it. I'm in such a state of
dizzy excitement I can barely contain my
urge to do the first thing that comes into
my mind.
I open
the door of my office and stand with my
back to the library area outside. My heart
is pounding wildly as I squeeze the key in
my hand one final time before throwing it
blindly over my shoulder. There's a brief
moment of silence and then the light sound
of the small metal key striking and
skating across one of the table tops in
the reading area behind me. It disappears
somewhere onto the carpet. I feel a dizzy
rush of accomplishment sweep through
me.
Knowing
that Jeff will one day be confronting me
and wanting to interrogate me about my
perverse desires, I have already concealed
in my office desk a small collection of
tools he'll undoubtedly need just in case
I try to back out at the last minute. In
the bottom drawer of my desk he'll find
four of my favorite ropes neatly coiled
and ready for his use. Each is about four
feet long, bright red in color and tied
off neatly with gold thread. He'll also
find a black satin sash which could be
used to blindfold me along with a small,
finger-sized butt plug made of flexible
black plastic and an eight inch long gold
metal vibrator. The only other thing in
the drawer right now is an obscenely
realistic, black dildo complete with balls
and a solid base so it can be placed on a
seat or somewhere else where I might sit.
I keep the key to this drawer on a hook
hidden under the desktop. It's a detail I
want Mike to know.
I remove
the black dildo from the drawer and caress
it in my hands. It's huge both in length
and circumference. The length of the shaft
is three of my hand widths. I'd need a
fourth hand to cap it's top. That's not
counting the balls at the base. My fingers
are only long enough to wrap three
quarters of the way around it. It feels
heavy in my hands.
There's
a daydream I have in which I walk naked
into Jeff's office early one morning and
present him with this gift. It pleases him
and he politely accepts it. In my dream he
stands from his desk and places the huge
black dildo on his chair and commands me
to sit. I always do as I'm told even
though the shaft is gigantic and sitting
on it causes me great discomfort. I slowly
lower myself onto it, feeling it stretch
and pack the inside of my vagina. Jeff
waits until I have seated myself as best I
can and then demands I lift my knees over
the arms of his chair. I'm breathless as I
support my weight with my hands and do as
I'm told. I know as soon as I relax my
arms the full weight of my body is going
to force my pussy to be fully impaled on
the dildo. I hold my breath and gently
ease myself fully down. The dildo is so
large my bottom is still suspended in the
air above the seat even after I'm fully
seated.
Jeff
then gives me a letter to type. It's a
long letter scribbled in his almost
illegible handwriting. His letter is
addressed to me and contains graphic
descriptions of all the bizarre things he
would like me to do for him. As I type he
kneels between my spread legs and buries
his face in my crotch. The hot wetness of
his tongue on my clit while my pussy is
impaled on the huge dildo is enough to
make me instantly cum. The pleasure
becomes torture after a while; I'm so
excited by this it's an almost unendurable
agony which in turn pleasures me more. The
dream isn't over until I've typed the
complete letter. Without mistakes. Jeff
always proofreads anything I type for him
and I'll be punished for mistakes...
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