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 Diary Date: Monday, 31st of December, 2001

   (c)2005 kinkabella@gmail.com http://slave802120.blogspot.com

   I arrived at work early today.  It surprised me to see my boss Jeff was
already in his office.  Did he already know?  Had Mike forwarded him a copy
of the story I'd written less than 24 hours earlier?  The story of me
stripping naked and going between the library shelves to masturbate; a true
account of my first surrender to a blackmail demand made by Mike.  I tried
to calm my racing pulse as I approached Jeff's office.  There didn't seem
to be anything unusual in the way he greeted me as I passed his open door.

   My new office is right next door to Jeff's.  It's not nearly as spacious
but it is all mine.  I sat at my desk and surveyed my new surroundings. 
Everything appeared to be in place, just as I'd left things yesterday. 
Tidy.  Neat.  Organized.  Just like me.  But I still felt restless.  I
kicked off my shoes under my desk and luxuriated for a moment in the
soothing softness of the carpet under my feet.  Coffee time.

   "Make me one too please, Ingrid," Jeff called from his office.

   He knew my routine well.  I smiled to myself.  Serving him coffee would
be just the beginning.

   I found myself distracted by daydreams as I waited for the electric
kettle to boil.  My thoughts drifted back to the preceding day and the
story I'd typed on Jeff's computer.  Words from it seemed to dance before
my eyes; tantalizing me.  Naked.  Completely naked.  Restrained.  Forced to
submit.  What if Jeff was reading it right now?  Ideas would surely be
planted in his head.  The thick tape I used to bind myself naked to the
chair in his office.  Had I thrown out all evidence of actually doing this
yesterday when I was alone in the building?  I knew I had but secretly
wished I hadn't.  The high-pitched whistle of the kettle pierced the
sensuous bubble of delirium that had enveloped me.

   "Ingrid, what's this?" Jeff asked.

   I had carefully placed the steaming cup of coffee on his desk and was
about to return to my office.  His question sent a rush of panic surging
through me.  Was this the moment I'd been dreaming of?

   "What's what?" I asked, trying not to blush as I turned back to face
him. His focus was glued to the computer screen on his desk.  I searched
the expression on his face for any trace of a clue.  Nothing.

   "This!"

   I was afraid to look.  Could it be the photo of me I'd been looking at
yesterday?  I made a quick mental journey back in time.  I'd removed the
floppy disk; there was no chance he could be looking at that photo.  Me,
kneeling naked, hands bound behind my back and being forced to face the
camera.  But what if he was?  I discreetly rubbed my wrists together behind
my back and imagined myself standing there bound.

   "Are you okay, Ingrid?"

   I felt my face and ears burning.  There was a sudden awareness I was
blushing.  "Yes," I lied.  "The heating in here seems hotter than usual."

   Jeff's brow crinkled with a look of puzzled curiosity.  "It's nothing,"
he then said, returning his attention to his computer screen.  I smiled
nervously.  He casually waved me away.  I tried to remain composed as I
turned to leave.

   Once I was back in my own office I collapsed in my chair and breathed a
deep sigh of relief.  Email time.

   My office email program started retrieving new messages.  I felt
compelled to check in on my Yahoo account also; a ritual that had taken on
a new significance since Mike began blackmailing me.  I launched my browser
and made sure I could toggle quickly back to my work email account in the
event of Jeff walking in on me.  I logged in.

   Nine new emails.  My heart skipped a beat.  They could only be from
Mike. I looked at the list of unread messages and went straight to re:
Blackmail Society.

   I casually circled my feet on the carpet under my desk as I read his
reply.  His words seemed to leap from the screen and ravish me.  I pointed
my toes and spread my legs widely under my desk.  The more I read the more
feverishly I imagined myself tied naked on my chair; my arms pulled tight
behind my head; my ankles secured tightly to the ends of a long spreader
bar; my pussy fully exposed; my wetness on full display.

   Mike mentioned so many things that excited me.  There was no doubt now
that he would eventually make good his threat to reveal everything about me
to Jeff.  He went further than I imagined or could have hoped for.  He
spoke of making me the office whore.  He had the power to do this.  I
shivered with perverse delight as I read Mike's proposal of one day making
me captive in the building, maybe in a storeroom; making me a prisoner to
be used day after day by all of the people I work with.  All of them. 
Whenever they wanted.  In whatever way they desired.  His email asked if I
wanted to know the details of his plan.  I didn't.  The thought of being
surprised unexpectedly, maybe while in the middle of ordinary day-to-day
work business, was a sublimely thrill for me.  He left me wondering whether
he'd already been in contact with Jeff.

   It's presently mid-afternoon on the last day of 2001.  The library will
be closed tomorrow, New Year's Day.  I'll have another chance to be alone
here; to meet any new demands made by Mike.  I'm barely able to concentrate
on my job as I wonder what demands he might make next...