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Subject: {ASSM} The Blackmail Society (M/F, BDSM, blackmail, humil) [11/11]
Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 23:10:04 -0400
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The Blackmail Society - Chapter Eleven

Ā(C) Copyright 1997 - 2003, bookgirl, All rights reserved. Comments to
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Diary Date: Friday January 4th, 2002

Today had a touch of the second night syndrome. It's a theater saying
which refers to the flat performance actors often give the night after
opening night. There was an uneasy silence at first between Jeff and
myself and I didn't even see Steve today, although Jeff said he stayed
back quite late last night working on something. I knew Jeff was
talking in some kind of code but I was so tired and sore from
yesterday's initiation that I simply couldn't be bothered to ask him
to elaborate.

The day had a small peak just before lunch when, after rearranging my
office as asked to by Jeff, he installed a picture on my computer
which would automatically appear after a predetermined time of
inactivity. It's set for 12 hours at this stage which means I'm going
to be forced to either do something at my computer after 9pm or arrive
earlier than anybody else to make sure it doesn't appear on my screen
through the day. My desk has been positioned in such a way that the
computer screen directly faces the door to my office. It's a small
thrill at this stage but a thrill just the same.

Jeff allowed me some time in the afternoon to type and post my diary
accounts of yesterday. There was much to report and I had small
pleasures throughout the afternoon reliving in my mind the events. The
only real highlight of today happened around 2pm. 

When Jeff paged me and asked me to come to his office I instinctively
knew he had something in mind. I was suddenly nervous. Apprehensive.
The library was busy with all the other staff doing things and maybe
six or seven strangers outside in the public reading area outside my
office. Obediently I left my desk and went next door into Jeff's
office.

At first, when all he asked me to do was make him a cup of coffee, I
felt a twinge of disappointment. My spirits were revived when he asked
me to remove my panties before doing what he asked. I obliged,
reaching up under my skirt and peeling the flimsy lace garment down my
legs. I handed them to Jeff and was about to walk out when he stopped
me. I turned back to see him busily snipping away at the elastic
waistband with a tiny pair of cuticle scissors.

"Here you are. Put these back on and go make my coffee. Make yourself
one also."

I was puzzled but then I realized what he'd done. He'd not cut the
lace sides of my panties; just the elastic. They were useless without
it although I could hold them up discreetly providing I kept my arms
pressed tightly against my hips. I made it without any problem to the
staff lunch room but I knew getting back to his office with two cups
of coffee in my hands was not going to be easy. While the electric
kettle was bringing the water to the boil I had a moment to consider
my options. I decided against taking them off completely and knew Jeff
had designed this small challenge with some other objective in mind.
After a bit of tucking and fiddling I managed to tuck the useless
waistband of my panties up higher under my skirt where, while not
guaranteed to stay there, at least there was some chance of me
completing the task without being embarrassed outside.

As luck would have it I only made it half way back before the lace
panties feathered down my hips and dropped quickly to my ankles. All
my concentration was on trying not to spill the two hot cups of coffee
in my hands but the sudden appearance of Sylvia right in front of me,
giggling hysterically at my predicament, distracted me. She offered no
assistance and her shrill, high pitched squeal of a laugh attracted
the attention of others around her. I felt my face blushing bright red
as I continued struggling in my panty hobble towards Jeff's office. By
the time I reached his door everybody in the library could see what
had happened and I could hear them all laughing behind me as I
carefully placed the two cups on Jeff's desk. 

"I don't want two cups. Take your cup, pull your panties up, and go
back to your office." 

I had no idea how I was supposed to accomplish this while holding my
coffee and I had to ask "how?"

"Just reach down, grab hold of the back of them and pull them up!"

I was aware of everybody outside being able to see everything I was
doing and I was afraid to look out the door; to see their laughing
faces. After some struggling and eventual abandonment of modesty, I
managed to pull them up at the back. I can only imagine the sight I
was from behind as I scurried back to my office; back of my skirt
hitched up on my wrist; useless panties probably not concealing
anything of my bare bottom. It was now true to say everybody in the
office and half a dozen strangers had seen a glimpse of my bare
bottom. I wondered how long it would be before some of them got to see
more of it in the future... 
--
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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