Diary Date: Wednesday January 2nd, 2002 (Bedtime Entry)

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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... 

