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Rosanna's Diary [ff d/s]
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ROSANNA'S DIARY
A tale of lesbianism and submission by Racecar
Rosanna Wilkes is a 20 year old female living in a large
metropolitan area of the Northeast. Having earned an
Associates degree from a small junior college in upstate New
York, she relocated to the city and obtained employment as a
pool secretary with a large advertising firm. What follows are
excerpts from her personal diary.
Sunday, March 24, 1991
I broke up with Joel last night. That bastard! During the
4 years we've been going together, I've given him everything,
including my virginity, only to find out he's been having affairs
with other girls since day 1. I was just another "lay" to him. To
think of the many nights I would lie in bed and dream of marrying
him and what a marvelous life we would have together. I could
kill him. I never want to see the son of a bitch again! I'll get
over him. It should be easy. Whenever I think of his cheating
on me, I despise him. The shit! Starting tomorrow, I'm going to
channel all my energy towards my job and career. I really do
like the work and at least it offers a future.
Tuesday, March 26, 1991
I made a new friend today. She's not really new. I've
known her and talked to her ever since I started working at
Dorcey & Scalpini. Her name is Linda and she works in the
same pool as I. She saw me sitting alone at lunch and came
over to my table and sat down with me. We had a good time.
She broke up with her boyfriend last year. It seems he was
doing the same to her that Joel was doing to me. For the life of
me, I don't know why any man would cheat on her. She's
beautiful. I mean, she's got a great body and has such a pretty
face with the biggest brown eyes. And her complexion is
perfect! Although she's only a little over 5', she could be a
model for a magazine. I think her old boy friend must be either
blind or stupid. Men! Anyway, she's real nice and seemed
sincere and really understanding about what I'm going through.
I like her. We're gonna be "lunch mates" from now on. I'm glad.
She's been at D & S a lot longer than I and has the number 1
position in the pool, which means she's next in line to move up
to being a real secretary. I hope it's not soon. I just got to know
her and don't want her transferred so soon, but, in a way, I wish
her the best. She's promised to help me out on the job and
swore that if she ever did get promoted, she'd put in a good
word for me with all the higher ups. She's so sweet.
Friday, March 29, 1991
Linda and I went to see a movie tonight. We had a
great time. In fact, I can't remember having such a good time.
Afterwards, we went to this little coffee house and drank
expresso and talked for hours. She's such a good friend. The
best! We decided that we would have dinner out and do
something else together every Friday from now on. I'm looking
forward to next week already.
Thursday, April 4, 1991
Didn't see Linda at lunch again today. She called to
explain that she's been assigned to some new account rep and
has been really busy. She said she wouldn't be able to make
lunch again tomorrow. Drat! Oh, well. She did promise to meet
me tomorrow night for dinner. I don't know what it is but I miss
talking with her at lunch. Everyone else is so occupied with their
boyfriend or husband or kids, etc. that I really get bored listening
to them. Linda and I have so much in common. We think alike
as well as enjoy the same things. I can't believe I only met her a
week ago and already miss her when I don't see her for a day. I
guess I'm just stir crazy.
Friday, April 5, 1991
I finally got to see Linda again. She told me she had
been so busy at work. It seems she's been assigned to Miss
Jenkins who just got promoted to Sr. Account Rep and has been
trying to impress all the brass. Linda says she's been real nice
to her, but that she's real strict and demanding. It sounds as
though Linda enjoys working for her, though. I wish I could get
an assignment that would keep me busy all day. My day seems
to drag by.
Anyway, we had a great time. First It was dinner at
Max's and then drinks at The Speakeasy, a cozy little getaway
with a quiet jazz combo playing live music. It was a perfect
place to sit and chat. I could imagine how nice it would be for
lovers to spend an evening there. We just talked about anything
that came up. Towards the end of the evening, we both started
talking about our ex's and how hard it was to break up. When I
started talking about Joel, I started to get all teary-eyed. Linda
reached across the table and put her hand on mine. It felt so
comforting and assuring, and she felt so sympathetic. She
really is a good friend. One thing bothers me, however. After
drinks we shared a cab. My place was the first stop and when
the cab stopped in front of my building, Linda walked me to the
door. I started to apologize for being such a jerk and crying like
that over drinks, but she just threw her arms around me and
gave me a big hug. A funny, pleasant, feeling came over me
and I began to hug her back. I felt so at peace with her hugging
me like that and I told her so. She stood on tiptoes and gave me
a kiss - right on the lips. Of course, I returned the kiss. It felt
good. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear I felt her
tongue run across my closed lips as she kissed me. I'm sure it
was nothing, but I can't help thinking about it and wondering.
Afterwards, I invited her up for a night cap but she refused,
saying she had to get up early and do some homework for Miss
Jenkins. So, I mean, if she were "funny" you'd think she'd jump
at the chance to come up for a drink. I think that maybe I'm just
paranoid. I'm not used to being treated so nicely, and she really
is a sweetheart. I'm sure it was my imagination.
Saturday, April 6, 1991
Didn't sleep well last night. Couldn't stop thinking
about Linda's kiss and the feeling it gave me. Today my
thoughts were mostly of linda. I wonder what it would be like to
make love to another woman. Those thoughts embarrass me to
no end, but they keep coming back. Like a bad dream that
never really goes away. The idea of my having a lesbian
relationship upsets me but I still can't help but think about it.
Maybe I'm making to much of this whole thing. After all, it was
just an innocent hug and kiss to help console me. Or was it?
Thursday, April 11, 1991
Missed Linda at lunch all week. She says she's been to
damn busy typing letters, answering phones and helping Miss
Jenkins put campaign proposals together. She said she would
have to cancel tomorrow evening's night out because she had to
work late finishing up this big proposal Miss Jenkins had to
present on Monday. I suggested that we order Pizza's and I'd
come up to her office after work and give her a hand. She said
that would be great and thanked me for the kind offer. Actually,
I just want to see her again. I have to prove to myself that being
alone with her doesn't bother me. When I hung up the phone, I
noticed I was all wet down there. I don't know what has
happened to me. I think I've got to find a boyfriend somewhere.
Trouble is, I don't seem to get excited when thinking about boys
anymore. I think I'm actually becoming obsessed with Linda.
God help me.
Saturday, April 13, 1991
Sorry I didn't write yesterday. Got done at the office so
late, I just crashed when I got home. I have something very
important to say. I think I'm in love. Yes, with Linda. I am, I'm
sure. I feel so ashamed writing this. I just can't help myself any
longer. She's so nice and understanding. I just feel so good
being with her. Like it's my own little place in the World. No
harm could come to me when I'm with her. I think about nothing
else but the moment. I really can't put into words the way I feel
when Linda and I are together. We've only really met two weeks
ago and it seems like I've known her forever - like she were a
part of me.
Last night we were in her office late. We had an
account file spread out all over the floor and were lying on the
floor, shoes off like a couple of school girls going through teen
magazines, matching the pictures with the right documents and
trying to get everything in the right order. Suddenly I felt
something on my foot. It felt like a bug at first. I looked behind
me and say Linda running the nail of her index finger ever so
lightly up my foot and ankle and back down again. I watched
her delicate hand as it gently traced the outline of my stocking
covered foot and lower calf. I thought I would swoon. When
she noticed me looking, Linda got startled and pulled her hand
back quickly. I asked, no begged, her not to stop. I pleaded
with her to go on, telling her how much I liked it. She said she
couldn't and that she didn't think I could handle any more at this
time. I almost got on my knees begging her to go on. She
looked edgy and said that she could finish up the little work that
was left and that I had better go home. I felt the tears come to
my eyes and my face turning red with embarrassment. I left her
at the office and came home. In bed, I masturbated thinking
about the incident until I fell asleep.
This morning I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I
was so ashamed. I worried that my foolishness might have cost
me the best friend I ever had. I called Linda at home and woke
her up just to apologize. I was so relieved when she said not to
worry about what happened. She said that I was probably too
tired from working so late and that my mind was not thinking
straight. I agreed, but knew better. At this minute, I would do
anything to be back in that office under the same circumstances.
I'm so confused.
Tuesday, April 16, 1991
Linda called this morning to tell me that Miss Jenkins
got the contract on the account that we had worked on Friday.
Miss Jenkins thanked her for such an excellent job and Linda
said she told Miss Jenkins how I had volunteered to help. Linda
said that Miss Jenkins was impressed and that she may ask for
me to help on a new portfolio she's putting together. This just
may be my big chance. Besides getting out of the pool, I'd be
working with Linda everyday. I'm so excited.
Thursday, April 18, 1991
I GOT THE CALL! Miss Jenkins called the pool and
asked specifically for me today. She's no at all like I had
pictured. I had an image of her being an old lady with a sour
puss and straight hair, tied in a bun, and with glasses. Actually,
she's beautiful. She's only in her early 30's at most and has
pretty blonde hair that curls over her shoulders. Her body can
only be described as voluptuous! I can see why she's so
successful. I mean, it would be hard for any man to say no to
her.
Anyway, we started working on this proposal for a large
account that Miss Jenkins is trying to get to switch over to D & S.
She said the project would take about 3 weeks and that I would
be working for her every day until it was finished. Great, huh?
Not only is she a good looking woman, she's nice to work for,
but she does demand a lot. I don't mind - it's fun.
Friday, April 19, 1991
Linda and I went out to dinner and drinks again this
week. Nothing really exciting happened. I wanted so much to
tell her how I felt about her, but couldn't find the words.
Sometimes, when our eyes met, I thought I noticed a look that
said she felt the same about me. I'm sure I detected something
more than friendship. Someday it will happen, and when it does,
I know it'll be just wonderful - for both of us. Until that time, I'm
just going to have to be content just seeing her every day.
Thursday, May 2, 1991
We are way behind schedule on putting this portfolio
together for Miss Jenkins upcoming proposal. As a result, Miss
Jenkins suggested that the 3 of us spend the weekend together
at her cabin upstate and work until we get it done. Linda and I
jumped at the chance. It'll be nice to get away from the city for a
while. It's still a little cold outside to be wondering around the
woods, but we'll be in the cabin working anyway. We're leaving
right from work tomorrow and should get there late at night. I'm
looking forward to spending the weekend with Linda.
Sunday, May 5, 1991
We finished up the portfolio for Miss Jenkins early this
afternoon and got back to the city before 7. I never worked so
hard, for such a long time, in my life. At times I thought Miss
Jenkins was a real slave driver, but then I realized that this work
had to be done if she had any chance of getting this account.
On the drive home, Miss Jenkins said that if she got this
account, she would need an assistant and that she would
request that Linda be given the job. Then she said that if Linda
got to be her assistant, she would try to bypass procedure and
make sure that I got Linda's job as her secretary. That would be
great! More money and a permanent job in Linda's office. We
were both excited about the prospects. I hope she gets it.
Something strange did happen last night, though. I
woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of someone
crying and moaning. Then I heard another voice, a very stern
voice, say something followed by what sounded like someone
being slapped. I could swear it was Linda crying and I tiptoed to
her room to see if she were all right. I looked in and she wasn't
there! By this time the house had become real quiet so I
quickly shut the door and ran back to my room. I didn't hear any
more noises that night. I mentioned it to Linda this morning
before Miss Jenkins was awake and she said that she had a bad
dream and had woke up crying. When I told her that I went to
her room and she wasn't there, she got all red in the face and
started stuttering that she was so frightened, she crawled into
the closed and went back to sleep. I still think something fishy
happened but just let it drop. Linda seemed all right the rest of
the day.
Wednesday, May 8, 1991
I felt really hurt today. Miss Jenkins took Linda to lunch
today and they were gone the entire afternoon, getting back to
the office just before quitting time. When I asked Linda about it,
she just said that they were discussing future plans and that she
had promised Miss Jenkins that she wouldn't say a word to
anyone about what they discussed. I would think that she could
have at least confided in me. her best friend, but she was
adamant about not discussing it any further.
Friday, May 10, 1991
Linda and I went to an early movie and then had dinner
afterwards. After dinner, while we were just sitting, sipping our
coffee and talking, I told Linda that I liked her an awful lot and
that I had a special feeling towards her. It was a very difficult
thing for me to do. Revealing your innermost feelings to another
person is hard enough but when you love that person, and that
person is the same sex as you, well, you can imagine. She
placed her hand over mind and, with tears in her eyes, said that
she felt the same about me. I was elated. Then she dropped
the bomb.
Linda told me that our relationship could never be
anymore than what it is. When I asked why, she explained that
she had a "special" relationship with Miss Jenkins. She went on
to say that she didn't feel the same about Miss Jenkins as she
does about me (I was relieved), but that, nonetheless, it was a
relationship and it would keep us from being more than just
friends. When I pressed her about why she couldn't break off
with Miss Jenkins, Linda began sobbing and admitted to me that
she had become Miss Jenkins sex slave. She said that Miss
Jenkins used her to satisfy her twisted needs and that she had
to be available to her whenever those needs had to be filled. I
didn't know what to say to the poor girl. I just wanted to take her
in my arms and comfort her until her tears went away. I quickly
summoned the waiter, paid our tab and held Linda's arm to
steady her as we departed the restaurant. Once outside, I
hailed a cab and insisted that Linda come to my place for warm
drink. She offered no resistance and we were soon at the table
sipping a hot cup of tea.
I urged Linda to go on with her story and to explain how
this all got started and why she couldn't end it. I suggested,
rather naively, that she should appeal to Miss Jenkins' sense of
compassion in attempting to break off the relationship. I know
now that would have been of no use. What she told me was
appalling. Linda told me that before she became Miss Jenkins'
secretary, she was barely making it on her salary (a fact that I
can well appreciate) and was just about to call it quits and go
crawling home to her parents. When she got the job, and the
ensuing raise in pay, it provided her with the means to not only
go on, but to improve her quality of life. Somehow Miss Jenkins
must have realized this because during the first week of Linda's
new position, Miss Jenkins made it clear that Linda would do as
she was told or be fired. Miss Jenkins would always find some
small mistake or flaw with Linda's work and would threaten her
with dismissal. Finally, Linda was called into Miss Jenkins'
office and told to lock the door behind her and to stand in front
of Miss Jenkins desk. Miss Jenkins went on listing all of Linda's
faults and shortcomings and ended by saying that it was a
shame because Linda had so much potential and could go very
far in the company if she had the discipline and will power to do
so. If she lacked that, Miss Jenkins explained, then she would
be terminated. Of course Linda pleaded with Miss Jenkins to
not fire her, saying that she would try hard and do everything
Miss Jenkins wanted. Then Miss Jenkins told Linda that she
would consider keeping her on, but only if she would
demonstrate her willingness to change by doing anything Miss
Jenkins told her to do, no matter what. Linda graciously agreed.
At this point, Linda started crying again and this time I
got up from the table and walked over to her, cradling her head
against my stomach to help soothe her mind. She said that she
had agreed to the proposal not only because of the money, but
that she liked me so much that she was afraid if she got fired
that she wouldn't see me again. It made me feel so good
hearing her say she felt that way about me that I started to cry
with her. Before I knew what had happened, Linda stood up and
put her arms around my neck and pulled my head to hers. I
don't recall exactly how, or when, but we both wound up in my
bed, our mouths locked onto each others and our hands busy
tearing the other's clothes off. The moments that followed were
the most spiritual moments in my life. We explored each other's
bodies with hands, eyes, mouths, whatever part of us that was
not already occupied. We drank each other's nectar and
inhaled each other's soul. We were one. For those brief
moments, I was on Heaven's doorstep, oblivious to all other
worlds. We fell asleep with arms and legs entwined - at peace
with all.
Saturday, May 11, 1991
I awoke before Linda this morning and had breakfast
ready when she got out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen.
We were both a little apprehensive about discussing the events
of last night. During breakfast Linda started to go into more
detail about her situation with Miss Jenkins. She seemed to
speak about it a little more easily today and didn't cry at all.
After Linda had agreed to Miss Jenkins terms, Miss
Jenkins told her to remove all her clothing. Right then, right in
her office. Linda said she was afraid someone might see, but
didn't know what to do. She removed all her clothing and stood
naked before Miss Jenkins eyes. Up to this moment Linda had
never had any sexual contact of a lesbian nature and was
thoroughly frightened about it. Miss Jenkins had Linda spread
her legs while she walked around her and examined her entire
body, front and back. Her hands pried and fingers probed
Linda's vagina as well as mouth and rear end. Linda said she
had never been so humiliated in all her life. Miss Jenkins told
her bend over and hold her ankles while keeping her legs
spread. Linda did so while Miss Jenkins inserted a vibrator into
her and began working it in and out for a few moments. She
then made Linda lick it clean. How disgusting! She then told
Linda she would not be allowed to wear any kind of underwear
any longer. She would always have her body available to Miss
Jenkins at any time. She was then told to put her clothing, sans
underwear, back on and to get back to worth. Before the end of
the day, she was to write Miss Jenkins a letter in which she was
to give Miss Jenkins permission to use her body at any time and
in any way she saw fit. Linda was to also write what pleased her
most sexually and what parts of her body were most erogenous.
In addition, she was to tell Miss Jenkins how she would use her
hands and mouth to provide Miss Jenkins with pleasure. This
letter was to be at least 5 pages long and had to contain explicit
language and detail. Linda was to report back to Miss Jenkins
at 5 o'clock with the letter typed, and signed. As soon as she
entered Miss Jenkins, she was to lock the door and remove all
her clothing again.
Linda went on to describe some of the things that went
on later that day as well as subsequent meetings with Miss
Jenkins. It became evident to me that the reason Linda wasn't
available for lunch most times was due to these sexual trysts
with Miss Jenkins. While she was explaining all these details to
me, I felt sorry for her, but I also became very aroused. I
reached over to stroke Linda's exposed thigh and when my hand
brushed her vagina, I learned that she had also became very
aroused. As you may imagine, we both would up back in the
bed for another round of bliss. The entire day was spent with
Linda telling of her adventures until we both became aroused
again and fell back into a lover's embrace. I have never been so
sexually, or spiritually, pleased in my entire life. I worry again
about what is happening to me.
Tuesday, May 14, 1991
Linda called today to tell me that Miss Jenkins had sold
her latest prospect on making D & S their new advertising firm.
It was a huge account and the partners had hinted that, if she
kept up the way she was going, Miss Jenkins would almost
certainly be offered a vice-presidency. Linda said Miss Jenkins
would be back in the office tomorrow so I shouldn't expect her
for lunch. I felt a little disappointed, but realized that she had to
do what she was told. I wanted to ask her if Miss Jenkins
mentioned anything about a promotion for herself and calling me
up from the pool to be the new secretary, but I didn't want to
seem self-centered at the time so I just let it ride. Que, sera .....
Friday, May 17, 1991
Big day, today. First of all, my supervisor advised me
that I had an interview with Miss Jenkins on Monday morning.
I'm to report to Miss Jenkins' office the first thing on Monday and
interview with her for a full secretarial position. I have mixed
emotions. I'm really excited at the prospects of getting out of the
pool and working full time with Linda - not to mention the pretty
big pay increase. At the same time, I'm worried about what Miss
Jenkins expects of me. I don't know if I would be able to do the
same things for her that Linda does . I thought of the
possibilities of my becoming Miss Jenkins' personal servant ever
since Linda told me of her plight. I always get excited when
thinking about it, but I always tell myself that I would be much to
embarrassed to actually perform those acts. Maybe I'm ahead
of myself. Maybe Miss Jenkins doesn't want me as another
servant. After all, she already has Linda. I'm nervous as hell
about that interview and know that I won't get a moment's rest all
weekend just worrying about it.
After I got that news, Linda called and canceled out
night out. She said Miss Jenkins did not want her talking to me
until after the interview. Damn her! Anyway, we'll get to see a
lot more of each other once I get that promotion. Listen to me.
I've not even had the interview and I'm already talking as though
I'm a shoe-in.
Monday, May 20, 1991
I had my interview with Miss Jenkins today. I have
never been so humiliated in my life! I got the job, but I'm not
sure I really want it. What I should say is, I'm not sure I can deal
with all the "extras" that are required of me. Let me explain.
When I first arrived at work, Linda greeted me with a
hug and paged Miss Jenkins to let her know I was there. As
Linda escorted me into Miss Jenkins' private office, she wished
me luck and stated how happy she was that I was given this
chance. She said it meant a lot to her that she would have a
friend to lean on when she needed it. I felt a bit sorry for her
knowing what she was going through and assured her that I
would try my damnedest to please Miss Jenkins. I had no idea
what I was in for.
Once inside Miss Jenkins' Office, Linda, at Miss
Jenkins' request, locked the door and sat down on the sofa
against the far wall opposite Miss Jenkins' desk. I was directed
to Miss Jenkins' desk and took a seat in a chair right in front of
her. She began the interview by saying how grateful she was for
my help in the past and thought that I would do well working with
her. She explained how lucky I was to get this opportunity and
how she had to pull a lot of strings to pass over more senior girls
in the pool in order to offer the position to me. She said she
demanded a lot from her people, but she always rewarded their
good work handsomely. She also said poor work was dealt with
very sternly. I, of course, kept thanking her and telling her how
much I appreciated her efforts and that I was aware of what a
great opportunity this was for me and that I would do my best to
please her. When I said that, her eyes opened wide and the
conversation changed drastically.
At that point in the conversation, Miss Jenkins informed
me that she knew Linda had told me of their "special"
relationship and asked if I were willing to demonstrate the same
amount of loyalty and respect to her. I didn't know what to say
at first. My mind was spinning so fast. I looked down at my
hands, which I noticed were nervously rubbing each other in my
lap, and mumbled that I would. Miss Jenkins then informed me
that she put me to the test and ordered me to stand up and
remove all my clothing. I was flabbergasted! I was on the verge
of walking out of the office and saying "fuck you" to her but, for
some reason, meekly stood and began undressing. I attempted
to glance back at Linda, but was sternly admonished to keep my
eyes forward and to quit delaying and get on with it. Like a lamb
being lead to a slaughterhouse, I did as directed. When I was
completely naked, Miss Jenkins ordered me to come around the
desk and stand next to her so that she may "inspect the goods".
I was totally embarrassed, but complied.
I was told to stand with my legs spread wide and my
hands under my breasts, lifting them up as if offering them on a
platter. As I stared straight ahead at the wall, I felt like I was a
piece of beef awaiting a diner's approval. I felt Miss Jenkins
spreading my vagina and inserting a finger into it. She worked it
in a out a few times then laughed when she noticed how wet I
was becoming then withdrew it completely and held it up for me
to see excited and juicy I was. I was glowing red when she then
put the finger to my lips and ordered me to lick it clean. Again I
complied without hesitation. I watched as Miss Jenkins opened
her desk draw and took out a rubber glove, like they use in the
doctor's office, and put it on the hand she had used in my
vagina. After spreading some KY Jelly on the first two fingers of
the glove, she instructed me to turn around, bend over and to
spread my cheeks. I knew what was coming and felt frightened
and totally humiliated. As I turned to do as she wished, I noticed
Linda sitting on the sofa and looking at me. When our eyes met,
Linda smiled slightly and nodded her head. I could tell she was
trying to assure me that everything was all right and I should do
as told. The sight of her caused me to have mixed emotions. I
was embarrassed to have her witness my degradation like this
but, at the same time, felt comforted knowing she was there. I
cannot find the words to describe the feeling I had when I felt
Miss Jenkins' fingers entering my ass. The pain was intense,
but it felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. Miss Jenkins kept
working her fingers in and out and laughed as I moaned and
began to move my hips back against her hand.
Miss Jenkins withdrew her fingers and ordered me to
assume my original position. When I had done so, she stood up
pinched each of my nipples very hard between her thumb and
forefingers while exclaiming that she felt I was going to fit in
here very well. She then began asking me the most
embarrassing questions. "How many times did I have sex with a
boy?" Several. "How many boys have I had sex with?" Just
one. "Have I ever performed oral sex on a boy?" Yes. "Did I
like the taste of a penis?" Yes. "Did I enjoy having a boy come
in my mouth?" Yes. "Did I swallow it and, if so, did I like the
taste?" Yes to both. "Have I ever had anal sex with a boy?"
Never. "Do I masturbate?" Occasionally. "How often?" Maybe
twice a month. "Describe how you masturbate. What do you
use?" I just use my hands and rub my vagina until I have an
orgasm. "Do you ever masturbate anally?" No. "Have you ever
had sex with another woman?" Yes. "How many times?" Once.
"Did you enjoy it?" Yes. "Did you perform oral sex on her?"
Yes.
Throughout the questioning, Miss Jenkins rubbed and
pinched my nipples between her fingers. I felt the blood rushing
to my face as I blushed greater with each answer. I was to
ashamed to look directly at either Miss Jenkins or Linda. I just
faced straight ahead and looked over Miss Jenkins' shoulder at
the wall. I could feel my vagina getting very wet and that
embarrassed me further. I hoped that neither Miss Jenkins or
Linda would notice. The questions continued.
"What do you think about while you masturbate?"
Having sex. "What kind of sex? With a man or a woman?"
Both. It depends on the moment. Lately, I've been fantasizing
about sex with a woman. "Good. Do you like to lick a woman's
vagina?" Y...yes. "Do you like the taste of a woman's juices?"
Yes. "Did you like the taste of your vaginal juices?" Y...yes.
"Have you ever put your fingers in your mouth or lick them after
you were finished masturbating?" No. "Would you like to taste
your juices again now?" I ... I ... I'm not sure. "Try it. Put some
fingers in your pussy and work them around until they are good
and wet then put them in your mouth and suck and lick them
clean." Miss Jenkins released my nipples and sat down to
watch as I moved my hand between my spread legs and worked
two fingers in and out of my vagina. I was surprised at how wet I
was. I don't ever recall being that wet before. Before I had time
to climax, Miss Jenkins told me to stop and clean my finger off
with my tongue. I hesitated, embarrassed by having to do this in
front of her and Linda, but did as I was told. "Do you still like the
taste?" Yes. "Good. You may assume your original position
again."
Miss Jenkins told me how pleased she was with my
obedience and that additional, even more severe, demands
would be put on me. She asked if I were still willing to take the
job. After I answered affirmatively, she went on to explain that I
was to obey her every command and that I should be prepared
to do so at any moment, on or off the job. I was never to wear
any underclothing to the office or whenever she was present.
When she was not present, Linda was in charge and I would
have to do whatever Linda desired of me. She suggested that
perhaps Linda and I might even share an apartment to make
things more convenient for all of us and asked Linda if that were
agreeable with her. Linda said she thought it was an excellent
suggestion and that she would be more than happy to have me
as a room mate. I felt elated when I heard Linda say that. I had
often thought of asking her about doing just that, but was never
sure how she might react. To show my gratitude to Linda for
agreeing to having me as a room mate, I was instructed to crawl
over to her on all fours, lift her dress, and kiss her ass. Miss
Jenkins added that she expected the kiss to be long and
probing. I had never done such a thing in my life but did as
instructed. Once the initial revulsion was over, I rather enjoyed
it. I love Linda greatly and this display of my love gave me
satisfaction.
I was then informed that I would spend the rest of the
day in "special training". I was to crawl under Miss Jenkins desk
and service her with my tongue until quitting time. I was to lick
every part of her from her waist down to the end of her toes. I
would not be allowed to stand or walk for the rest of the day. I
needn't tell you I was horrified. I could feel the tears in my eyes
as I crawled away from Linda and positioned myself under Miss
Jenkins desk between her legs. On command, my tongue
began licking every part of her. When she became bored, she
would reposition herself so that my tongue would have access to
another part of her body - including her ass. During the
remainder of the day, I felt humiliation, revulsion, despair and -
excitement. I don't know what has come over me. As disgusting
as it was, I was thoroughly excited, sexually, by licking this
woman. As I sit writing this, I am almost overcome by the urge
to masturbate and lick my fingers after doing so. I wonder if I'm
going crazy.
Tuesday, May 21, 1991
I was almost to embarrassed to go to work today.
Having to show my face to Linda and Miss Jenkins after what
took place yesterday was almost to much for me to bear. I did
go however. When I arrived, Linda showed me my desk and
where all the files, supplies and such were kept. She explained
what my duties were and just general office procedures. We
talked about moving in together and agreed that Linda's place,
being much larger than mine, would be best. She's going to
help me move in this weekend. When Miss Jenkins arrived, she
just said hello and went to her office as if nothing happened
yesterday. The morning seemed to go by very quickly and by
lunch, I was settled in and pushing out the work as though I had
the job forever. It was thoroughly enjoyable.
At noon, Miss Jenkins took Linda to lunch while I was
left to "mind the store." When they returned, almost two hours
later, I went on my lunch break. Following lunch, Linda told me
that Miss Jenkins wanted to see me in private. I braced myself
for the worst and went into her office. She started by giving me
a bunch of files and telling me to start working on a proposal for
this new prospect. It had to be completed within 2 weeks. We
went over the details together and everything went along just
fine - like 2 business women discussing business. As I was
about to leave, Miss Jenkins told me to lift my dress and show
her my pussy. I did so. She then told me I was to shave off all
my pubic hair tonight and that I should keep it shaved. I assured
her that I would. She expressed her pleasure over the fact
Linda and I had already made plans to move in together and
said she had given Linda instructions concerning our "special
arrangement". She dismissed me saying Linda would go over
the instructions, and I should do whatever she said. I just said I
would do so and returned to my desk to start work on the new
proposal.
I didn't get to talk to Linda very much today, so I never
found out what instructions Miss Jenkins had given her. I'll ask
tomorrow. I've got to go now. I've got to shave and get ready
for bed.
Friday, May 24, 1991
I finally got to talk to Linda for a time today. We both
have been so busy with this new proposal that we haven't found
the time to talk about much else. We went over the plans for the
big move tomorrow. I told her I was all packed and would be
ready to start loading the cars as soon as she could get there.
We agreed to start early in the morning so we would be done
with everything and have all evening to relax. When I asked her
about the instructions Miss Jenkins had given her, she said she
would go over them with me tomorrow. I'm really excited about
the move.
Saturday, May 25, 1991
Well, I'm all moved in with Linda. I'm not sure this whole
thing is such a good idea. Don't get me wrong, I'm really fond of
Linda and I'm sure we'll get along just fine, but this bit with Miss
Jenkins using us as sex slaves makes me nervous. I wasn't
brought up that way. I even have a hard time talking to Linda
about it. I am so ashamed that I agreed to Miss Jenkins
demands and that I allowed her to use me like she did in front of
Linda. Now its worse.
After we were all through getting me settled in, Linda
and I both took a shower and sat around the living room
chatting. I asked Linda what instructions Miss Jenkins had
given her about me. She got up from the sofa, went into her
bedroom and returned carrying a tote bag, which she sat down
on the coffee table between us. She began to take out its
contents. First was a Polaroid camera. Then came 2 rolls of
film, followed by an envelope. She opened the envelope and
withdrew a letter from it. Her instructions were to take pictures
of me in various poses as defined in the letter. She was to take
one roll of film (10 pictures) each night, including weekends. I,
in turn, was to take to pictures to Miss Jenkins each morning
when I reported for work. Having said that, Linda emptied the
balance of the bag's contents onto the table. I blushed at the
sight of dildos, butt plugs, handcuffs, chains, douche bag,
enema, etc. spread over the table. Some of the things I had
never seen before. Linda explained the nipple clamps, ball gag,
spreader bar and all the rest to me. I was mortified. I sat with
my mouth open in disbelief as Linda showed me the list of
pictures she had to take of me this weekend. I started crying
uncontrollably and Linda came over and sat next to me, holding
my hand, and comforting me with kind words. She made me
realize that it wouldn't be all that bad and the benefits I would
derive from being on Miss Jenkins' good side would far out
weigh the embarrassment. We agreed to shoot all 20 pictures
tonight.
Linda posed me for each picture. I had to pose
masturbating myself with my finger - in both my vagina and
anus. Then I had to suck the same finger - ugh! She had me
spread my labia while she took a close-up. Then, it was a close-
up of my butt hole. Embarrassing. I was to insert each of dildos
into my vagina while she snapped pictures of them entering, as
well as completely in, me. After that, I had to lick each one and
insert them into my mouth. Again, ugh! Finally, I had to
masturbate to climax with a vibrator. Linda kept urging me on. I
was getting so hot watching her look at me and take the
pictures. I just wanted to make love to her. She looked so good
kneeling beside me totally naked. As I was having my orgasm,
Linda kept asking me if I wanted to lick her pussy. I just kept
saying yes - over and over again. When all the pictures had
been taken, Linda sat down on the coffee table and told me to
crawl over to her and lick her pussy. I did so eagerly. Later I
thought about these events and realized that Linda had gotten
off while dominating me. I feel sort of betrayed. I really like her.
I just want her to like me for myself, not as a sex object. I'll talk
to her about my feelings again soon.
Monday, May 27, 1991
Most everyone at the office was off for Memorial Day,
but Miss Jenkins said we had so much work to do we couldn't
afford the time off now. She promised a long weekend off when
we finish this proposal. I brought the pictures in to show Miss
Jenkins today. She called Linda and me into her office and
locked the door. I was told to strip and stand by her desk while
she went over them. She studied each picture for a long time
and had comments about each. She would ask me
embarrassing questions, like "Did you like the feel of the vibrator
in your pussy?", or "Did you enjoy fingering your ass?" I was
totally humiliated. I just kept murmuring "yes" to each question
she asked, hoping to end this session. At times she would put
the pictures down and just stare at my body for what seemed
like hours. Finally, she opened her desk drawer and took out
another roll of film and a new list of instructions and handed
them to Linda. These new pictures were to be brought in
tomorrow. I started to object, but Miss Jenkins stopped me and
asked if I wanted these pictures circulated around the office.
Indeed I did not. I shut my mouth in a hurry. Miss Jenkins then
ordered me to show my thanks to Linda by kissing her ass.
Linda came over to the desk and lifted her dress. I pulled her
panties down and lightly pecked each cheek. I should have
known better. Miss Jenkins slapped my butt really hard with a
riding crop and told me that a "kiss of thanks" had to last a long
time and be "deeply felt". In other words, I had to probe her butt
hole with my tongue until Miss Jenkins was satisfied. Oh, the
shame! After I was through with that, Miss Jenkins called me
back to her desk and stuck her hand between my legs. I could
have died when she announced to Linda how wet I was there.
She said that since I had been such a good girl and was
obviously horny, she would allow me to masturbate myself until I
have an orgasm. I politely refused but another crack on the
behind from the riding crop changed my mind. I stood there
masturbating myself while Miss Jenkins and Linda watched.
After I had my orgasm, I was told to lick my fingers clean. The
rest of the day I remained nude in Miss Jenkins office and
catered to her every whim.
Tonight, after Linda and I ate dinner and took our baths,
I posed for more pictures. It was not nice. I had to pose
blindfolded with my hands cuffed behind my back. Linda took
some pictures of me with the nipple clamps in place - they hurt
like hell! Then she needed some shots of the ball gag in my
mouth. The last few shots were of me lying on the floor with the
spreader bar attached to my knees. This kept my legs spread
wide apart and exposed everything to the camera's lens. I know
I shouldn't say this but I couldn't stop myself from getting
excited. Especially when Linda kept asking me if I wanted to lick
her pussy again. She occasionally played with my vagina and I
would get so hot, I'd beg her to let me lick her. She finally
agreed to let me do so if I would spend the night on the floor,
beside her bed, with dildos in my vagina and anus. I was so
excited, I would have agreed to anything. This time I had to
have my hands cuffed behind me and she spread her labia and
worked her vagina against my lips and tongue. She came in no
time. At bed time, I had the dildos inserted all the way in both
my openings and my hands were cuffed to the bed post. I lay
there, on my stomach, all night - dozing on and off, but never
really sleeping. From time to time, Linda would awake and push
the dildos deeper into me. I can't begin to tell you how
uncomfortable it was.
I am becoming more and more concerned about my
feelings and situation. I think it might be best if I just quit the job
and leave Linda and Miss Jenkins to themselves. But I like
Linda so much, and I get so damn excited, sexually, during
these sessions. I just don't know what to do. I dread taking
tonight's pictures in to Miss Jenkins tomorrow. I can't imagine
what she has planned for tomorrow night's photo session.
Friday, May 31, 1991
I needn't tell you what a week this has been. I feel so
abused - like a toy that gets thrown into the corner whenever the
child is tired of playing with it that day. I thought it would get
better, but Miss Jenkins announced that the three of us would
be leaving for Chicago on Sunday evening. She is presenting
her proposal to the new prospects and wants Linda and I along
for "insurance". It seems that Linda and I are to provide our
"services" to any of the clients who might be hesitant in signing
the deal. Linda and I are both worried about what may happen.
We both know it won't be pleasant, but agree that the rewards
(Miss Jenkins promised us both a large bonus if they sign)
would outweigh the one week of humiliation and degradation.
After all, what could be worse than what I'm going through now?
Monday, June 3, 1991
This is terrible! Linda and I are sharing a room which
adjoins Miss Jenkins' room. We are to wear nothing but this
"skirt". I say skirt but it really is only a piece of ruffle, about 5
inches wide, that buttons around our waist. It's more like a belt
than a skirt. It covers nothing. Earlier this evening Miss Jenkins
brought 2 men to the room to watch Linda and I perform. We
had to 69 each other and then use dildos in each other's
vaginas and butts while Miss Jenkins and the men would laugh
and make lewd comments. It went on for hours and Linda and I
were both totally exhausted when they finally left. We hit the
bed without even taking a shower. I don't know if I can handle
much more of this.
Wednesday, June 5, 1991
Today has to be the worst day of my life. Miss Jenkins
said that the new prospects have agreed to sign the contract,
but she had to promise them a "wild orgy" with Linda and I. We
had mixed emotions. We were frightened by the prospects of
being the center of a wild orgy, but also glad that it would all be
over by tomorrow and that we would be getting a huge bonus for
our efforts. If I knew then what I know now, I would have walked
out of the room and kept walking all the way to New York.
At 7 o'clock this evening Miss Jenkins arrived with 9
men. It started out just like before, with Linda and I giving a
Lesbian show using our tongues and dildos. As the party went
on, and the men got drunker, thinks got wilder and wilder. Linda
and I found ourselves fucking each of the men, then we had to
suck the dicks of the guys that fucked us. At one point, we each
had dicks in our vagina, ass, mouth and hand at the same time.
We had semen all over us. Then we had to lick the semen off
each other. It was disgusting. Linda and I were made to lick
Miss Jenkins entire body - front and back - while the men carried
on laughing and joking about us.
Later I noticed that I had become the center of attention. It
seemed as though Miss Jenkins and Linda were enjoying
themselves while I was being fucked and sucking cocks and
licking balls. Just when I was about to protest, I was led to the
bathroom and made to lie down in the tub. Then 3 men took out
their penises and began peeing on me. I struggled to get out
but Miss Jenkins became really angry and smacked my breasts
with her riding crop a few times. I started to cry loudly and Miss
Jenkins yelled at me to stop crying and to lay back down in the
tub. I laid back down, but still cried as the men peed all over
me. I had to open my mouth and let them pee in it, then I was
told to spread my pussy lips while more men peed in it, then I
had to roll over and spread my butt cheeks so they could all pee
on my ass. I cried like a baby. It was so disgusting, I had all I
could do to keep from throwing up. The worst of it all was,
before they left, I had to thank all the men giving me such a
good time.
When all the men had left, Miss Jenkins scolded me.
She said I had acted so badly that I almost lost the deal for her.
I apologized and said that I was so humiliated I couldn't help
myself. She looked me in the eyes and said that before I got
back to New York, I would know what real humiliation was like.
She then ordered me to take a shower and go to bed. When
she walked out the door, Linda followed her. During my shower
I scrubbed myself so hard and so long my skin was beet red. I
still had the taste of urine in my mouth when I climbed into my
bed. As I lie in bed, I could hear the sounds of Miss Jenkins and
Linda making love in the room next door. Without my being
aware of it, my hand started to rub my vagina and, before long I
was in the midst of an orgasm. When I came back down, I
started to cry all over again. What has become of me? How
can I get so sexually excited by all this deviant behavior? I have
no answer, I only know that I do.
Thursday, June 6, 1991
Instead of flying back to New York, Miss Jenkins rented
a car and we drove the distance. I had to sit in the middle while
Miss Jenkins drove and Linda sat against the passenger door.
Miss Jenkins made me keep my blouse completely unbuttoned
and my jeans pulled down around my ankles. For all intents and
purposes, I was nude. Miss Jenkins made a point of passing the
big trucks on the road and then slowing down when she got
alongside the driver's window. There I was - completely
exposed to all of them. When Miss Jenkins got bored with that, I
was handed a vibrator and made to masturbate myself with it -
still playing the game with the truckers. Still later, I was forced
to kneel on the floor and perform oral sex on Linda. The
truckers would all blow their horns and speed up to stay even
with us. I was constantly blushing. I guessed this is what Miss
Jenkins meant when she said I'd soon find out what real
humiliation was like. I was wrong.
While driving through Pennsylvania, we passed farm
after farm. At one particular farm that had many horses and
ponies in the fields, Miss Jenkins pulled into the drive. Linda
and I remained in the car while Miss Jenkins got out and went to
talk to the owners. When she returned, she told us to follow her.
Linda and I followed her to a field behind the large house and
stables. In the field were many ponies. They were all so cute.
We walked up to one and we all started to pet him. Miss
Jenkins asked me if I liked him. I quickly answered yes. She
then said "good" and ordered me to undress completely. I was
flabbergasted. I began to cry and plead with her not to force me
to have sex with an animal. She slapped my face and then
squeezed my nipples until I saw stars. I finally agreed to do
what she wished. I had no choice. I couldn't endure the pain
any longer. Linda petted my head and assured me that
everything would be all right. I was easy for her to say - she
didn't have to do anything! I was ordered to fondle the pony's
penis and to lick it. During this ordeal, Miss Jenkins was taking
pictures. She snapped several pictures of me giving oral sex to
the animal. I had to do it until it came, then I had to keep my
mouth open so Miss Jenkins could get a picture of that. Linda
held the pony in position and kept comforting me. I wanted to
die. When it was over, we all went back to the house and Miss
Jenkins thanked the owner for letting us visit. Before we left,
she gave the owner one of the pictures she took. He smiled and
looked directly at me. Having his eyes roam over my body,
while looking at the picture he held, was the most humiliating
think that has ever happened to me.
Linda and Miss Jenkins swapped seats for the rest of
the drive. I was forced to kneel on the floor between Miss
Jenkins' legs and lick her ass all the way to New York. Linda, at
Miss Jenkins instructions, played the same game with the
truckers. We stopped only for gas and an occasional cold drink.
When we arrived in the city, Linda dropped me off at the
apartment and left with Miss Jenkins. I was very disappointed
and jealous. I took a long shower, went to bed and cried myself
to sleep.
Friday, June 7, 1991
When I arrived at the office today, I was surprised to
find Miss Jenkins and Linda was there already. Before I had
time to take off my sweater and uncover my typewriter, Miss
Jenkins called for me to come to her office. Linda followed me
into the office and stationed herself beside Miss Jenkins' desk
while I stood in front of them. I was ordered to strip. When I
was completely naked, Miss Jenkins nodded at Linda and Linda
reached into one of the drawers and drew out a large double
dildo and handed it to me. Miss Jenkins said that she had an
announcement to make and, while she speaks, I was to
masturbate using the dildo in my vagina and ass. I could
lubricate the large rubber object using only my mouth. I knew it
would be to painful to insert without any lubricant so I proceeded
to put it in my mouth, one end at a time, and put as much saliva
on it as I could. In spite of all the saliva dripping from it, it was
still very painful when I inserted it - especially the end that was
entering my behind. I felt dirty and really ashamed as I stood
there masturbating while these two women watched me. They
both giggled and began to make jokes when they saw my face
turning red from embarrassment. After a short while, Miss
Jenkins told me to sit down and put my legs on each arm of the
chair, but continue to masturbate. I did so. I must admit that the
action of the dildos excited me. I don't understand it. I mean, I
don't know if I was more embarrassed by having them watch me
masturbate or by having them witness my getting excited over
doing it. When it was obvious to them that I was nearing
orgasm, Miss Jenkins gently shoved Linda towards me.
Linda started playing with my titties and slowly inserting
her finger in and out of my mouth. I almost passed out with
pleasure. The pleasure was soon ended when Miss Jenkins
made her announcement.
It seems that I've been had again. Miss Jenkins
explained that Linda would be moving in with her and would no
longer remain working here. I would take her place. That meant
I was to act as Miss Jenkin's sex slave and do the office work. I
would occasionally see Linda when Miss Jenkins desired a
threesome, but under no circumstance was I to contact her
directly. Since the office would require another secretary, it was
my duty to recruit a new one, just as Linda had recruited me.
As Miss Jenkins went on, my eyes stayed glued to
Linda. Through my tears, I could see her smile sweetly at me as
she caressed my breasts. I couldn't believe she would do such
a thing. All my desires seemed to cease the moment I learned
of the new arrangement. I became totally unaware of the dildo
working in and out of me. I no longer felt ashamed. I was both
angry at Linda, and sorry for me for losing her. My hand
continued pumping the rubber object in and out of myself while I
listened. Miss Jenkins' eyes never left my crotch as she talked.
Finally, I had heard enough. I burst into tears, tore the dildo out
of me and through it onto the floor. "NO!" I screamed at Miss
Jenkins. "NO! I WON'T DO IT! I QUIT!" I stamped over to the
couch and began putting my clothes on. Linda came over to me
and held both my shoulders as she gently turned me around to
face Miss Jenkins.
Miss Jenkins very quietly told me that if I wanted to quit
that it was up to me. Under those circumstances, however, she
would feel "obligated" to circulate the pictures of me around the
city as well as to my parents. I stopped and stared at her before
I began crying again and pleaded with her to let me go. She
offered to let me quit without reprisal under one condition. I
agreed to the condition before I learned what it was. At that
moment, I wanted out. The condition was that I was to report to
her office tomorrow morning. I was to get completely naked.
There would be various dildos laid out on her desk. I was to
stand on top of the desk with my hands raised in the air and my
legs spread apart. Miss Jenkins would then bring in all the girls
in the steno pool and the major accounts department. She
would explain to them what a whore I was and would show them
the picture album she had of me. They all would then be given
the opportunity to use me any way they saw fit for the rest of the
day. Since tomorrow is Saturday, we will have the entire office
to ourselves. If they asked, I would answer any question, use
any of the dildos on myself, or do anything they wanted. I was
flabbergasted. What could I do? I humbly nodded my head in
agreement.
I dread tomorrow. But in a way, I am getting excited just
thinking about it.
Thursday, July 18, 1991
It's been a month since I left Linda and Miss Jenkins.
My last day was a nightmare. About 25 girls showed up for the
spectacle. They all really got off on making me do whatever
they wished. I never licked so many cunts or masturbated
myself so many times. I often think about that day and my times
with Linda and Miss Jenkins as I lie in bed at night. I inevitably
end up masturbating myself while thinking about it. I had
another affair - one night stand, really - with a girl I went to high
school with. It was okay, but not the same. Sometimes I miss
my old life.
Wednesday, August 7, 1991
I can't stand it any longer. I find myself thinking about
my days at Dorcey & Scalpini. I long to be humiliated by Miss
Jenkins. I crave Linda's delicious nectar. Lately I do nothing
but daydream about the things they put me through. I
sometimes have an orgasm just thinking about it. Tomorrow I'm
going to call Miss Jenkins and beg for my old job back.
Sunday, August 25, 1991
Well, tomorrow's the big day. I start at D & S again. Of
course I'll be working in Miss Jenkins' office. I won't be a
secretary, though. She already has 2 of them. I'll be working as
a file girl and "gofer". Really, I know what my duties will be. I
had to go in for another "interview" on Saturday. This time there
were about 35 girls there. I had to strip naked and agree to do
what they wanted me to again. A condition to my re-employment
is that I was to rotate living with each of the girls who attended.
I'm to spend two weeks with each one as their maid/slave. Most
of them are married but they said their husbands couldn't wait
for their turn. At least I'll save money by not having any housing
costs. It's a good thing. I'm only making minimum wage. Miss
Jenkins said she would consider a raise, based on my
performance, in six months. In order to get it, each of the girls I
lived with would have to give good reports to her. In addition, I
would have to appease her "jaded" demands from time to time.
As nervous as I am, I can't wait for tomorrow to begin.
AIN'T LIFE GRAND?
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