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 Diary Date: Monday, 31st of December, 2001 (Late Afternoon)

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

   It's the second time in the past twenty-four hours that Mike has
demanded I strip naked at work and masturbate.  The time since receiving
Mike's demand earlier today has passed slowly.  Agonizing, it was so slow.
I've never really been a clock-watcher at work but I couldn't take my eyes
off it today.  By 4pm I was finally alone in the library; all the staff
including my boss Jeff finished early to go off and make themselves ready
for the various New Year's parties they'd been invited to.  I returned to
my office after locking the main entry doors and reread Mike's email
demand, this time savoring each wicked word without the fear of being
interrupted.

   Among the list of demands Mike has made is one for information; truthful
information which he plans to send to Jeff so that one day, when I least
expect it, I'll be confronted and forced to confirm or deny it.  Mike wants
me to make a list of my darkest desires; the full truth.  He wants to make
it impossible for me to deny anything when Jeff ultimately confronts me.  I
also wish for this.  That is the truth.

   The blurring of fantasy and reality heightens my arousal as I strip
naked in my office.  I remove every single item I'm wearing, including my
watch, and carefully place them in the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet.
I lock the drawer and clench the small key in my hand while I contemplate
what to do with it.  I'm in such a state of dizzy excitement I can barely
contain my urge to do the first thing that comes into my mind.

   I open the door of my office and stand with my back to the library area
outside.  My heart is pounding wildly as I squeeze the key in my hand one
final time before throwing it blindly over my shoulder.  There's a brief
moment of silence and then the light sound of the small metal key striking
and skating across one of the tabletops in the reading area behind me.  It
disappears somewhere onto the carpet.  I feel a dizzy rush of
accomplishment sweep through me.

   Knowing that Jeff will one day be confronting me and wanting to
interrogate me about my perverse desires, I have already concealed in my
office desk a small collection of tools he'll undoubtedly need just in case
I try to back out at the last minute.  In the bottom drawer of my desk
he'll find four of my favorite ropes neatly coiled and ready for his use.
Each is about four feet long, bright red in color and tied off neatly with
gold thread.  He'll also find a black satin sash which could be used to
blindfold me along with a small, finger-sized butt plug made of flexible
black plastic and an eight inch long gold metal vibrator.  The only other
thing in the drawer right now is an obscenely realistic, black dildo
complete with balls and a solid base so it can be placed on a seat or
somewhere else where I might sit.  I keep the key to this drawer on a hook
hidden under the desktop.  It's a detail I want Mike to know.

   I remove the black dildo from the drawer and caress it in my hands. 
It's huge both in length and circumference.  The length of the shaft is
three of my hand widths.  I'd need a fourth hand to cap it's top.  That's
not counting the balls at the base.  My fingers are only long enough to
wrap three quarters of the way around it.  It feels heavy in my hands.

   There's a daydream I have in which I walk naked into Jeff's office early
one morning and present him with this gift.  It pleases him and he politely
accepts it.  In my dream he stands from his desk and places the huge black
dildo on his chair and commands me to sit.  I always do as I'm told even
though the shaft is gigantic and sitting on it causes me great discomfort.
I slowly lower myself onto it, feeling it stretch and pack the inside of my
vagina.  Jeff waits until I have seated myself as best I can and then
demands I lift my knees over the arms of his chair.  I'm breathless as I
support my weight with my hands and do as I'm told.  I know as soon as I
relax my arms the full weight of my body is going to force my pussy to be
fully impaled on the dildo.  I hold my breath and gently ease myself fully
down.  The dildo is so large my bottom is still suspended in the air above
the seat even after I'm fully seated.

   Jeff then gives me a letter to type.  It's a long letter scribbled in
his almost illegible handwriting.  His letter is addressed to me and
contains graphic descriptions of all the bizarre things he would like me to
do for him.  As I type he kneels between my spread legs and buries his face
in my crotch.  The hot wetness of his tongue on my clit while my pussy is
impaled on the huge dildo is enough to make me instantly cum.  The pleasure
becomes torture after a while; I'm so excited by this it's an almost
unendurable agony which in turn pleasures me more.  The dream isn't over
until I've typed the complete letter.  Without mistakes.  Jeff always
proofreads anything I type for him and I'll be punished for mistakes...