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Subject: {ASSM} The Blackmail Society (M/F, blackmail, humil) [07/11]
Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 22:10:05 -0400
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The Blackmail Society - Chapter Seven

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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... 
--
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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