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 Diary Date: Tuesday January 1st, 2002

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

   First day of a new year; beginning of the third day as prisoner to my
own desires.

   The first thing I did when I arrived at the library today was rush to my
office and check for new email.  As the screen opened I quickly shed my
clothes, undressing completely as I had done a number of times in the past
couple of days.  So far I've only ever stripped naked when I've been alone
in the building; the front door locked; no real chance of being caught.  I
was thinking about Mike and how his demands would become more challenging
when some new email caught my attention.

   I could barely contain my excitement when I saw Kevan's name alongside
his response to mail I'd sent to him last night.  New Year Resolutions I'd
called it.  In it I invited him to join Mike in blackmailing me and he
accepted.  I was thrilled!  Now there was two men who'd be making demands
of me.  I couldn't get the leather cuffs I'd brought in from home on my
ankles and wrists fast enough.

   The silky smooth fur of the cuff linings felt sensuous against the skin
of my wrists and ankles.  I daydreamed for a while about my two
blackmailers.  Be careful what you wish for or so the saying goes.  I could
feel the time fast approaching when my boss Jeff was going to find out
about me.  It was therefore a matter or urgency that I kept my fantasies in
check and revealed some real life facts about the building and people where
I work.  I composed the following note for Mike and Kevan.

   The library where I work is a single level old brick building built
sometime in the early 1930s; solid, imposing entrance; silver frosted glass
on the front doors gold embossed with a sort of crest/shield design.  There
are no windows except for two long ones either side of the main front
entrance.  These, like the front doors, are painted with silver frost to
keep the harsh California sunshine off the rare and valuable books inside.
The building itself is quite narrow across the front (maybe 20 feet) but it
runs the full depth of the city block -- 80 feet or so.

   Walking inside through the main entrance you first arrive at a small
reception area.  On a normal day you'd see Sylvia sitting here.  She isn't
only the receptionist; she has a degree herself in book restoration and
conservation and the receptionist duties are done on a rotational basis by
most of us who work there.  Sylvia is in her late 20s, quite a large girl,
with a sense of humor that leads me to think she's got quite a streak of
Dominatrix in her.

   To the left of the reception counter is Jeff's office, mine, a small
lunch room and then a large, long room running right down to the back of
the building.  This room doubles as a staff common room for all of the
staff as well as a photocopy room and book conservation area.  At the back
of this room you'll also find the male and female washrooms; each nothing
more than a small room with a single cubicle.  Next to the washrooms is a
storeroom and inside it, a tiny cleaner's room that stores mops, buckets,
detergents, and so on.

   Moving back out of the common room there's a passageway that runs
between the common room and rows of shelves and leads to a fire escape door
at the back of the building.  This door leads outside to a courtyard, or so
the rumor goes.  Nobody has ever opened the door since I've worked there
but it's believed the small, high-fenced yard on the other side of this
door encircles a courtyard that is overgrown with a jungle of vines and
other wild-growing trees and shrubs.

   The rows of shelves fill approximately half the building and are as high
as the ceiling, which is about fifteen or sixteen feet high.  In the front
half of the building, between the shelves at the back and the reception
counter at the front, is a large open space with a number of large, old oak
tables.  Hidden away in the front corner, directly opposite Jeff's office,
is a small cluster of booths containing computer terminals.

   It's not a lending library; more of a specialist reference library
visited by academics mostly.  There's a full time staff of six including
me. There is a part time maintenance man who spends most of his time
reading newspapers and drinking the staff's coffee in the common room.  His
name is Steve and he's a big, bearded bear of a man in his late 40s.  Most
of the staff regards him with a sort of disdain (he's not overly educated)
but he's always nice to me so I don't have a problem with him.

   Of the other staff, Sylvia I've already mentioned and I expect you'll
all get to meet Jeff soon enough.  The three others in order of age from
youngest (40-something) to oldest (50-something) are Michael, Andrew and
Aleistair.  I'm not as young as Sylvia but these three men all treat me in
a playfully friendly way like I'm the youngest sister to everybody at work.
Michael and Andrew spend most of their working days away from the building
collecting and delivering things to our clients - universities and colleges
mostly.

   Well, that's the tour of the building and a brief introduction to the
people I work with.  Opening hours are 10am to 4pm Monday to Friday,
although most of us begin work at 8.30am and finish at 4.30pm and
occasionally (like me last Sunday) some of us might come in on Saturday or
Sunday although we're not paid any overtime if we do.  Steve the
maintenance man is the only staff member who regularly works Saturdays. 
Not sure exactly of his hours - maybe 8am to noon?  He comes in on
Saturdays to do the noisy work that can't be done during normal opening
hours.  Polishing the linoleum floor in the staff common room, for example.