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Diary
Date: Wednesday January 2nd, 2002 (Bedtime
Entry)
After my
walk this afternoon I decided to go
straight home rather than return to the
library. I just read and replied to Mike's
latest email message to the Blackmail
Society and suddenly realized I forgot to
do something that may well lead to my dark
wishes coming true sooner rather than
later. Perhaps it was subconsciously
deliberate on my part, I don't know. I
left the bottom drawer to my desk unlocked
tonight and there's no chance of returning
there at this hour of night to lock it
without attracting the attention of my
husband - something I don't want to do. I
didn't get much sleep last night and I
expect I'll get less tonight as I try and
anticipate the consequences of this
oversight.
Sitting
here thinking about it is making me
excited all over again. Even if Mike is
just teasing me about having contacted
Jeff there is now a very real chance that
my boss might stumble on the illicit
contents of my desk drawer even without
being told of them. Of all the things in
it it's the obscenely large black dildo
that I think will be the most difficult to
explain. Not just because of its size. If
Jeff finds it in the morning he'll
undoubtedly see I've used it. I'm blushing
as I think of my own dried pussy juices on
it, smeared from the tip right down to the
balls like a bizarre tidal high water
mark!
I'm
thinking more and more about being
punished physically for my carelessness. I
know I will be, eventually, and I'll
deserve it! The mere admission of this,
just saying the words "I'll deserve it",
sends a thrilling shiver through my body.
Maybe I should pack my nastiest, stingiest
little flogger when I go into work
tomorrow morning. I'm already thinking of
going in late just so Jeff might have
every opportunity to secretly search my
office...
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