The Naughty Diaries 2010 - August

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This is the second part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.

Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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"The line in the sand has been crossed"

So I left you in July with the office temp story, which kind of crossed through the end of June, all of July and the start of August, and as the July blog got a bit long, I thought I’d drag the story over into the August installment.

So after I finally got the upper hand in the very high-brow game of guess the colour of my underwear, with the office temp, I had to go home and tell J all about it. He liked the story, it is quite a sexy story after all, but there was something that he wasn’t totally pleased with. I removed my panties and gave them to another man, without his implicit permission. If I’d asked him, he would have said yes, I know he would have, but I can’t get complacent about things like that, I HAVE to ask permission, even when I know what the answer will be.

My punishment must fit the crime, and if I’m so eager to get my panties off, then my punishment was that I wasn’t allowed to wear any until further notice, with skirts that lets everybody who wants to know about my panties, know that I wasn’t wearing them.

So the next day I wore the outfit J had picked out for me – being summer-time, it isn’t particularly a strange outfit for the time of year. A smart black work mini-dress, with a white top underneath, no underwear, with my extra slutty leopard print 5” high heels.

As I walked up the stairs to our office at one point that afternoon – they are an enclosed narrow corridor of stairs with a door at both the top and the bottom – the office temp was behind me. I knew there’d be a good chance he’d be able to see right up my dress from his position 3 or 4 steps behind me. In fact, I knew how short this dress is, I’ve worn it many times before, so I didn’t think there’d be a chance that he might be able to see up the dress, I knew for a fact he’d get a very good look up my dress and get a good eye-ful of everything. Instinctively I went to reach my hand behind me to hold the skirt down, but I stopped myself just in time. I’m not allowed to do that, it is a behavioural trait that J has instilled into me, I’m not supposed to adjust my clothes to cover myself up, whether it be holding my skirt down whilst walking up stairs, pulling my skirt down when it rides up whilst sitting, obscuring somebody’s view down my top, etc etc. But it’s strange that no matter how many times I’ve been told, or how long I’ve been doing it for, the instinct to protect my modesty is still there, and I often have to fight it to live by the rules that J has set, the rules that I’ve agreed to.

I knew he’d get a good look, in fact it turned me on incredibly knowing that he would, knowing that he wouldn’t have to guess what colour my underwear was today, he’d know for sure I wasn’t wearing any at all. He probably already suspected, he’d been trying to get a look up my skirt all day, as he does every day, as part of our “game” to try and guess my underwear colour. I’d probably let him see many times, whether consciously or subconsciously.

But what I wasn’t expecting was what came next, about three quarters of the way up the stairs. He reached his hand out, under my dress, and touched me. I jumped slightly as he touched me with his fingers, but at the same time I froze, legs slightly apart as I had one foot on one step, and the other on the step above. He ran his fingers up between my legs, across my pussy lips and up to my clitoris. I let out an audible gasp that was part pleasure, part shock. I was already wet, I’d been horny from walking around in my little dress without underwear on all day, being a tease, enjoying people’s leers. So his finger, and then two, slipped inside me easily. Another quiet but audible gasp and “ohhhh” sound escaped my mouth. I just stood still, eyes partly closed, one hand on the wall and one hand on the rail to steady myself, for about 10 seconds in reality, but what felt more like 10 minutes, as he finger fucked me on the stairs, just metres from the door to the office. Then we heard the door at the top of the stairs being opened, he quickly removed his hand, and we carried on up the stairs as if nothing had happened.

We barely spoke for the remainder of the afternoon, with the exception of a few very short e-mails. “NONE. Although I’m sure that’s cheating!” his message said. “Lucky Guess ;-p” I replied. This was a Friday, so we had two days away from each other after this, and the following week was to be the temp’s last week with the company.

Again, when telling J about this, he was fine with it, except for the fact that he “owns” my body, and to let somebody else use it so blatantly without his permission was once again a punishable offence.

Digressing slightly for a second – I'm sure previous blogs have hinted that our relationship has always had the possibility of more "open-ness", but other than a few drunken indiscretions on my part, I’ve always shown a reluctance to actually walk too far down the path of sharing our relationship with others, and because of this, even though we’ve been together for the best part of 5 years now, J has never really pushed me too far down this path; nothing beyond friendly exhibitionism really anyway. I think our schedules in the past two years have also caused us to not push this aspect too hard, as it requires a lot of time and effort from both of us, and we’ve both been incredibly busy with work – I actually have been working a couple of bar work shifts a week on top of my standard 9-5 full-time job for the past year or so – and I’ve been incredibly busy with studying on top of that as well. So all that has had a slightly negative impact on our lives and relationship, and caused us to neglect each other more than we should, especially neglecting our D/s efforts, which in turn made us to develop into more of a ‘vanilla’ couple.

So upon a fairly lengthy discussion, J told me that maybe now I was more than ready to take some significant steps forward in this area, and in turn put a greater emphasis on the D/s element of our relationship, to give it a bit more va-va-voom, so to speak. He also proposed an idea, to test some progression of this area, but tying it in to my owed punishment from my work transgression. His proposal was that during the course of the next month he’d arrange several opportunities for me to be shared. The punishment aspect was that usually I’d have some say in it and I could make the choice to opt out if I wasn’t comfortable; this time I wouldn’t be allowed to do that, I had to go with it and trust him regardless, and then once the month was over, we’d discuss it thoroughly and decide where to go with it all.

I agreed to the proposition/punishment.

I’m sure you all want full detail of this, but I don’t want to make this blog too long, so I’m going to give you the short version. If I get enough e-mails screaming “tell us more detail”, I’ll re-write this bit in another blog for you all! ;-p

It all really started that weekend, although in a very low-key way, as J had some of the guys over, and I just hung around with them wearing a flimsy little summer dress. During the afternoon/evening, when I was with J in the kitchen/dining room, which is next to the living room, J just bent me over the table, hiked my dress up and fucked me from behind for about 10 minutes. He told me not to try and be quiet. I wasn’t, and I’m sure there were peering eyes at the door as they overheard the commotion and came to look. I felt like such a slut joining them back in the lounge straight after, sitting on the couch between a few of them, pretending nothing had happened, but seeing their knowing glares at me.

The following week it was back to work, and J and I had discussed if I wanted to test the waters with the office temp, as it was his last week, and we agreed I would, but with certain rules in place. The main one being that I’d explain my relationship situation to him before we did anything else. I asked for his personal e-mail address that Monday morning, saying I had something to send him that I couldn’t send over the work e-mail system. He gave me his e-mail – maybe he thought I was going to send him a naughty picture or something! Lol. I sent him a short paragraph of writing that I’d prepared, just saying that I was in a fully committed relationship, but it wasn’t what many would call a conventional relationship. Outlined that J knew what had happened over the past few weeks, and was okay with it, but making decisions to do anything else with him wasn’t my decision to make. I also attached a text file from J, which I hadn’t seen up to that point. I couldn’t read it until after the office temp had read it and confirmed to me that he’d read it. Once he’d done this, I read it, and I was a bit shocked that it pretty much said that with the exception of full-sex, the office temp was allowed to do whatever he wanted to me during work hours for the rest of the week. J had also prepared a second text file that was just for me that I was to read after this, which said I was to display myself in someway to him at every opportunity for the course of the week.

And so my week began.

It started slowly, with me keeping my end of the instruction from J. I exposed myself at every opportunity, whether it be hiking my skirt up whilst he was behind me on the stairs, or I’d sit provocatively next to him, letting my skirt ride up so my crotch of my panties was visible to him and only him. His desk was toward the back of the office so nobody could see below desktop level from almost everywhere else in the office, but you did have to walk past the desk to get to the printer or copier.

By Wednesday he was rubbing my exposed, panty-less pussy under his desk as we sat going over some work. Later that day we had a frenzied make-out session in the store-room while we explored each other’s bodies with our hands. We only had about a minute before it looked suspicious that we’d been in there too long to just be getting a pad of paper and some highlighter pens, so we left hurriedly and flustered.

On Thursday we went to the canteen for lunch together, but we didn’t actually go to the canteen, we slipped out to the car park to his car, where we got a little hot and heavy in the back seat, that featured me giving him a hand-job, which finished with a quick 30-second blow-job to finish, and he used his fingers to return the favour and bring me to orgasm.

I dressed very sexy for his final day on the Friday, which included seamed black stockings and one of my sexiest black lingerie sets. After a lot of teasing on my behalf that day, the day came to a close and he left about 30 minutes before me, but discreetly waited outside for me. I stripped to just my underwear before I left the building, with just my long button up cardigan covering my modesty. I say long cardigan, but it was shorter than my skirt that day, and still left a bit too much on display. As I left the building and walked out of the car park to his car, parked a minute’s walk down the street. I let my cardigan fall open for the last few metres and sexily entered his car with a huge smile. He drove somewhere discreet a couple of miles away and we made out like teenagers, culminating in us both ending up naked in the back-seat, him getting a proper luxurious blow-job to say a big proper goodbye to him, and he even licked me to a very satisfying orgasm.

Goodbye to this year’s office temp – can’t wait to see who comes next year... anybody want to apply? lol

Over the next few weeks after this, I was displayed provocatively to several of J’s carefully selected friends, which led to what under normal circumstances would be classed as inappropriate touching, and we even had sex in the lounge in front of a few of them, a live sex-show if you want to call it that, and a couple of them joined in and got hand jobs and blow jobs, but no full sex. There were a few more episodes where hands, tongues and lips were used by me and the ‘select’ few friends, but once again, no full sex just yet, we were just doing some low-level experimentation at this stage after all. There were other events to, some of which may be revealed in the future.

The month was up by now, and J and myself sat down to discuss it all. We agreed that we’d enjoyed what was happening, and did want to continue, but we didn’t want it to be an every day or every week thing. We’d treat it as a more special event, pick our moments carefully, pick the other participants very carefully, but we’d continue to explore.

The September installment is coming tomorrow, but in the mean-time, please e-mail me with any feedback, or just to chat, at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk. I’d also love to hear about your own office temp experiences or stories! :-)