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Subject: {ASSM} The Blackmail Society (M/F, blackmail, humil) [05/11]
Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 22:10:02 -0400
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The Blackmail Society - Chapter Five

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Diary Date: Wednesday January 2nd, 2002 (Early Afternoon)

I still feel flushed and excited as I sit here typing this entry. My
nipples are tingling and my clit refuses to stop jabbing my pleasure
senses with reminders of what I've just done. The large black dildo,
still slimy and smelling of my pussy juices has been returned to the
bottom drawer of my desk. I haven't locked the drawer; I'm enjoying
the heady excitement of the risk leaving it unlocked causes me.

Jeff has been locked away in his office all day. I can't help thinking
he's in there reading all about me; savoring the pictures of me;
conspiring with Mike to humiliate me even more. I clamp my knees
together at the thought and try to fend off another little ripple of
excitement which threatens to escalate into a much larger shudder of
orgasmic delight.

My mind is entirely away from work today. I can't help daydreaming
about what might have happened if Jeff or Steve had walked in on me in
the bathroom when I was in the throes of orgiastic pleasure, impaled
on the huge black dildo. I imagine both of them bursting in on me; the
looks of satisfaction on their grinning faces as both start telling me
how they "always suspected you were kinky!" Mocking me for the lie
I've lived. How would I ever be able to deny it if they actually
caught me in the act? I'm sure my greatest pleasure would be in my
attempts to try explaining myself; in being forced to surrender to the
truth; to both of them; to everybody.

I look at the clock for the umpteenth time - 2:07pm. Less than two
hours before work finishes. Less than two hours before I know whether
or not TODAY will be the day when Jeff confronts me with the truth.
Again I think of him sitting in his office next door and pawing over
the photos and stories about me sent by Mike. I need a glass of water.
I need air! 
--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.

"You don -(TM)t reach Serendip by plotting a course for it. You have to set
out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings
serendipitously." - The Last Voyage Of Somebody The Sailor (The
Sindbad Saga)

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