The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Monday 20th July

Wow what a great day. It was better than my wildest imaginings, a dream come true.

I am now Head of Product Testing. It’s not a trainee role any more, I have full responsibility for product testing and I’m sure that I’ll prove to be excellent in the role. Mr Wilson said that he was expecting great things from me. And the best thing about the new job is that I absolutely love it, it’s perfect for me.

When he told me about the promotion, he explained that normally I’d get a nice office to go with the promotion, but since I was going to continue to be working closely with him it would be more convenient if I stayed in his office. Of course that is what I wanted. I’ve been learning so much from being close to him that I didn’t want to move.

However, he did say that as an executive I did deserve at least some new furniture. He can’t fit a new desk in the office, but he is going to get me a new “executive” chair. He told me that it’s a new design of one of those kneeling posture chairs, and of course it makes perfect sense for me to have the first one since I’m now in charge of product testing.

Naturally, since the HKK project for Penelope’s Pleasures is currently our highest priority my efforts of course will be focused on looking at the products for them.

Well I wanted to show that I was keen so I immediately got down to work. We sat down at his desk and discussed how he wanted me to do the job. I did wonder whether perhaps I ought to get dressed for the meeting. Of course when I’d come in this morning I’d quickly got myself comfortable and undressed, but after this promotion (even though it wasn’t a surprise) I thought that perhaps I’d have to put my clothes back on (and I have to admit I felt a bit sad about that – I’ve come to love the freedom that Mr Wilson has been able to extend to me while I’ve been a trainee).

I was a little sly when I asked Mr Wilson if he minded that I didn’t get dressed – I phrased it that way since I felt it would be easier for him to agree with me and let me stay nude – and I was right he just waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and told me that he didn’t mind in the slightest.

The basics of my new role is that I need to ensure that any new products are tested to ensure that they meet the claims of the manufacturer. We normally hire in workers from an agency to do the actual testing and I’d be responsible for supervising them and pulling together the overall reports on the products. Of course one of the biggest issues I’d face is finding appropriate agency staff who’d have enough product knowledge and in particular knowledge about how a consumer would use the product.

That would be my first big challenge in this job. Mr Wilson explained that, well to be frank, it’s pretty hard to find agency workers who would be prepared to test products from Penelope’s Pleasures. I was determined that I would work it out and prove to Mr Wilson that he was right to promote me. I especially knew how important it was to the company that we do a great job for HKK, and to be frank I wanted to do a good for job for them too. They’ve taken a chance on us and have continued to support us when they could have gone to one of the bigger companies. They are definitely a progressive company and I want them to succeed too.

Next we started looking through the items that needed testing and I have to admit that I thought that Mr Wilson was right about how difficult it would be to find a tester – we had a collection of vibrators and dildos (which I thought I’d be able to get someone to test), but that wasn’t all, there were various bondage and discipline items (these I was certain that I wouldn’t be able to get any agency worker to test for us). From the list of products we probably only had enough work for a single tester, if only we could find someone, but unfortunately we guessed that we’d need a few different people to cover the full set of products.

I’m glad that I hadn’t got dressed again, since as we looked through the box of actual products I couldn’t help but finding myself getting pretty turned on – they kept reminding me of all the fantasies I’ve been having recently – and I had to slip one of my hands down between my thighs to tickle my itch.

I was particularly intrigued by a butt plug. I’d never had any desire to have anything in my bottom, but of course I’d seen them used a lot in the videos I’d researched. Now as I held one in my hand and Mr Wilson explained how many women loved to wear them I wondered what it would be like and whether my previous dislike of the idea was just my own prejudice. Mr Wilson continued to explain about plugs and I guess I drifted off thinking about how it might feel to actually have one in my bottom. I sped up my masturbation as his soft voice described how our submissive customers might be made to wear a plug by their master.

That unfortunately spurred me right to the edge of orgasm and I’m afraid to say that I had to ask Mr Wilson for permission to come. It came out as a gasp since I was breathless with desire. I felt a little embarrassed that I’d allowed myself to be so distracted during this important meeting, but thankfully Mr Wilson said he didn’t mind at all and immediately gave me the permission I craved.

It was as I was coming down from my climax that I had my bright idea.

I realised that the most important thing was that the tester we chose knew about and identified with our customers and the products. Well I realised that the person who knew the most about both our customers and our products was me. It would be a little unusual, but I realised that I could do the testing. Obviously normally I’d be supervising the testing and liaising with the manufacturers. However since the HKK project took priority I knew that then I would have to do whatever it took to make it successful, and if that meant I actually did the testing then so be it.

I explained my thoughts to Mr Wilson and he said it was a wonderful idea even if it was a bit unorthodox. He said that my idea showed that he’d been right to give me this promotion – I felt so happy when he said that. Then he went on to say that he thought my solution would work out very well, and that he’d been worried for a while that we’d not be able to find anyone to test these products. In fact he said that he thought having me test the products would be excellent since I clearly really identified with the customers, that my submissive fantasies demonstrated that I would be perfect for it. I was a bit embarrassed when he brought it up but of course I realised that I couldn’t deny it.

After our meeting, Mr Wilson suggested that I might as well get started. I was pretty nervous. Well who wouldn’t be? However, I knew that I had to step up to the plate if I was going to prove to Mr Wilson that he hadn’t made a mistake in promoting me.

Of course the first item that needed to be tested was the butt plug. I had feared that that would be the case and I had hoped that I could work my way up to that challenge but that was top of the list and I couldn’t shirk my responsibilities. Thankfully Mr Wilson said that he’d help me. In fact he told me that he was so pleased that I was so willing do to whatever was necessary to make the project a success that he would give up his time to help me. I must say that I was overjoyed. It showed that Mr Wilson really had a lot of trust in me. He’s such a great man. He didn’t have to help me, after all he’s a very busy man.

I’m a little ashamed to say that when he bent me over the table I couldn’t help but get excited again. It was such an embarrassing situation and yet it seemed so close to some of my fantasies that I couldn’t help being aroused.

This new job is so great. Not only am I now an important executive, but I also love my work. I get to test and use some things from my fantasies – what other job could possibly give me that? Well I guess if I could actually live out my fantasies too then it would be perfect, but this job is the absolute best I can hope to expect.

Anyway, back to my new job. Mr Wilson said that I’d need some lubricant and told me to grip the table tightly. Oh I’m so glad that he knew what he was doing. I had to open my legs a little. Then I felt his fingers slide between my buttocks. I couldn’t help but shiver and give a little moan. They felt slimy and I realised that he had coated them with the lubricant. I had to remind myself over and over that I was just testing a product even though deep inside I could feel my arousal rising and rising. I almost jumped out of my skin though when he pushed a finger against my rectum. I couldn’t believe that I was going to allow my boss to push his finger into my bottom, but Mr Wilson kept telling me that I was a very good girl and that I was being so obedient (I guess he meant that I was following his instructions so that he could insert the plug and not hurt me). With a little more coaxing I managed to relax enough for his slippery digit to slide into my bottom. It was definitely a strange feeling, and he repeated it a few times applying more and more of the lubrication.

Then came the moment I’d been fearing and I felt the tip of the plug at my rectum. He told me to relax and pushed a little against my resistant flesh. “Good girl, you’re doing so well,” he was almost whispering into my ear as he lent over my bent body.

His words had a calming affect on me, then he pushed with more pressure against my bottom and suddenly the plug was deep inside me. I grunted with shock when it slid in and found myself gripping the table even harder, but I was surprised that it wasn’t particularly painful. Instead I just felt so full, incredibly full. Looking back of course I know that it was just the novelty of the situation, because as I write this I feel the plug that is still in my bottom and it just makes me feel so hot (I just know that I’m going to be calling Mr Wilson as soon as I’ve finished this entry, I need to come so badly!)

Well after he’d helped me with the plug, he suggested that I walk around to see how it felt. Oh it was so strange to have it so deep inside me as he got me to walk back and forth across the office only wearing it and my high heels. In my mind’s eye I couldn’t help but fantasise that I was just a submissive slave having to carry out my master’s orders. It was a delicious fantasy.

Oh I feel so sorry for poor Mr Wilson. I really should have thought more about what I was doing. After all he had a naked young woman prancing back and forth and he’d just had to help her put in a butt plug. I did though notice that he was sporting an erection. I just knew that the poor man wouldn’t be able to get any work done for the rest of the day if I didn’t help him out.

So I knelt down in front of him and did my best to relieve his tension. It felt so good to bob my head forwards and backwards with his hard dick in my mouth. I knew that what I was doing was helping the company, but I couldn’t help feel my own selfish satisfaction as I imagined my fantasy that he was making me perform oral sex on him.

I kept my eye locked on his so that I could tell what he wanted and needed. He was just so good about it all, I thought he might be a bit embarrassed, but instead he was so calm and confident (what a great man). He just kept offering me encouragement and praise for how well I was doing.

I couldn’t help myself from masturbating again as he pushed his dick into my throat. It was pretty uncomfortable for me, but of course I’d put him in this predicament so it was the least I could do and I was rewarded by him telling me that I was a good obedient girl. And of course just when he was about to come, he obviously realised my own need and unselfishly ordered me to orgasm as I swallowed his semen. After all I had to swallow it – we didn’t want to stain his office carpet.

Afterwards, we got back to work. He returned to his paperwork and I sat at my desk and began testing one of the vibrators. It was so much fun sitting at my desk sliding the vibrator in and out of my sopping pussy, all the while with my plug still in my bottom. I can tell you that the vibrator passed with top marks – Mr Wilson had to give me permission to come three more times this afternoon before I came home. It was as I was getting ready to leave that Mr Wilson suggested that to get the best testing of the plug that I ought to wear it home too.

Tuesday 21st July

This job is great.

My mind is still buzzing from the day I’ve had. I’ll try to explain everything, but to be frank I’m in a bit of a state. I just want to go and masturbate, but unfortunately I can’t. I don’t want to get ahead of myself though so I’ll do my best to keep everything in the right order. I know how important it will be for this to be coherent for when I come to write my memoires.

First things first. I have my new executive chair. It was a little different from what I’d been expecting. It’s basically a combination of chrome and leather covered pads. It’s such a wonderful chair, and shows how much Mr Wilson is pleased with my work. After all I hadn’t expected a chair with real leather, even Mr Wilson’s own chair is just covered in fabric.

And the chair has so many adjustment points so that it can be set up perfectly for anyone no matter how tall or short, fat or thin. Mr Wilson explained that this arrangement allowed the chair to be put into the most appropriate position for whatever task I was working on. Unlike normal posture chairs, which have one pad to kneel on and one to sit on, this has four. One for each knee that can be adjusted to whatever position is most comfortable, and a couple to support your buttocks.

I didn’t really understand why there were two pads for my buttocks, but Mr Wilson showed how they could be easily adjusted to accommodate any shape and size of bottom so I guess it made sense – I have to say that it was actually quite comfortable once I got used to it. Mr Wilson helped me get it set up. He placed the seat pads about five centimetres apart. I wondered why at first, and as I sat on it I could feel that my pussy sat directly above the gap – Mr Wilson told me that he thought I’d appreciate it that way. After all, my testing required that I have access to my genitals, and of course this configuration meant that the seat wouldn’t be pushing my plug uncomfortably into my bottom so I guess it was the best way to set up the chair. Besides he made an oblique comment about the stain on my previous chair and I guess that this would mean that I couldn’t stain the leather with secretions.

Mr Wilson helped me get my knees into position on the chair. I must say that I think he had it configured for a man. The knee pads were really quite wide apart, but not uncomfortably so – and I found that It couldn’t help but drive my fantasies. I imagined that Mr Wilson had done it on purpose so that my legs were wide open and my privates completely on display. That fantasy has stuck with me all day, and I don’t think I’ll change the configuration – I like the thought that if he wanted to he could see me so open and exposed.

Anyway today there wasn’t much I could do about it, even if I’d wanted to. The next items on the list to test were various bondage restraints.

Perhaps the most embarrassing was the ball gag. I have never been gagged before, and it’s only been in the last few weeks since I first saw ball gags being used that I’ve begun to have fantasies about what it might be like to be gagged, to have my voice taken from me. Well I got to find out today. Mr Wilson helped of course, after pushing the ball behind my teeth, he buckled its strap behind my head. My jaw took a while to get accustomed to being so stretched. However, the worse part of it was the way that I couldn’t stop my drool.

Following the ball gag, Mr Wilson buckled a collar around my neck. I felt a momentary thrill as one of my deepest fantasies was acted out. I only wish that it was real, that Mr Wilson would place a collar around my neck as my master rather than just to help me test a product.

After that, my fantasies really took off. Mr Wilson took strap after strap and bound my body. My hands were fastened behind my back by leather cuffs. Mr Wilson strapped my knees to the chair – making use of the chrome supports to ensure that I couldn’t free myself. He explained that it was important that if I was to fully test the bondage that I be immobilised. Oh I couldn’t complain of course since I was gagged and I’m not really sure I wanted to. I was feeling so thrilled.

Mr Wilson then took up a harness of leather strapped and fastened it around my body. I guess that he must have already read the instructions since I don’t think that I could have worked out how it all went on my body, but Mr Wilson had no difficulty. In moments my torso was criss crossed by leather straps, my breasts squeezed between them. They felt so sensitive and my nipples were rock hard. A fact that Mr Wilson took advantage of, since another item that needed to be tested were some nipple clamps. Oh how they stung when he closed them on my poor nubs.

Finally, he produced a bondage hood. I hadn’t seen that on the list of items to test so it was a bit of a surprise. Of course being bound and gagged, I could neither query Mr Wilson nor prevent him from pulling it over my head. I was left in complete darkness, the leather of the hood blocking out all light. In many respects it actually helped. It focused my mind, turning my thoughts inwards and allowing me to concentrate on my feelings – so that I could fully feel my bondage. After all I was testing it all and I needed to understand how it made me feel so that I could properly evaluate it, even if I found myself fantasising and daydreaming about it at the same time – I guess though that that meant that the products were doing exactly what they were designed to do for our submissive customers.

I actually imagined that Mr Wilson was teasing my exposed pussy and telling me what a wonderful responsive slave I would make, even though I knew that he had gone back to his desk. In my fantasy he brought me to the edge of orgasm over and over again. Of course he never allowed me to crash over the edge. I felt absolutely wonderful. Oh if only I could make my fantasies come true.

I writhed and bucked in my bondage for what seemed like hours as fantasy after fantasy played through my mind. I could imagine Mr Wilson speaking to me, telling me that I was a slave, that I had to obey my betters and masters, that my body and mind were no longer my own. And as my fantasies played themselves out, I could swear that I could feel his hands all over my body, but paying particular attention to my swollen pussy, my breasts and toying with the plug in my rectum. Oh it was such a wonderful day, only broken by Mr Wilson removing my hood and gag so that he could feed me some lunch. He explained of course that I had to stay bound so that I could properly test the products.

During the afternoon, my fantasies intensified, I imagined that Mr Wilson continued to tease me but this time with a vibrator.

I must say that I was in a complete state when Mr Wilson finally began to remove my bonds. I was desperate to come, but Mr Wilson didn’t remove my gag right away. He said that he wanted me to feel the helplessness of being gagged.

I felt stiff from being bound so long and it took a while for me stretch and get feeling back into my body. Mr Wilson hadn’t removed the harness from me yet, nor the nipple clamps. I was dreading their removal since I’d read that that was more painful than putting them on in the first place. And unfortunately I was right! Mr Wilson knew it too so he had me stand in front of him to do it. I had to clasp my hands behind my back and stand with my feet wide apart to steady myself. Then he told me that it I must not interfere as he took them off no matter how painful it might be. This was so that I could properly feel what one of our customers might feel – she wouldn’t be allowed to stop her master from taking them off. I couldn’t help but imagine that I was just like a slavegirl under orders from her master and it certainly sent a delicious thrill through my body which was only enhanced, strangely, by the burning pain as the clamps came off one by one.

Then Mr Wilson brought out a new device. He explained that it was a chastity belt and was used to control a submissive’s orgasms. He told me that by locking it around a girl’s waist that it would prevent her from masturbating. It would be a constant reminder that her master controlled her completely.

Of course it needed to be tested, and he wanted me to try it out over night, he said that it was really something that had to be tested in the home environment. I guess it made sense, but I just couldn’t concentrate, I needed to come so badly – Mr Wilson of course didn’t realise that I’d been working myself into a frenzy all day with my fantasies. Since I was still gagged I couldn’t explained it to him. I couldn’t ask him for permission to come. And the thought of being locked into a chastity belt almost sent me over the edge.

I knew it would be terribly embarrassing to have to wear it. What might happen if I had an accident and had to go to the hospital. I would be mortified.

However, the most embarrassing thing though was when Mr Wilson explained that for hygiene purpose I would need to have my pubic hair removed first. I was surprised and a little frightened. I’ve never shaved myself and while I do trim I have never considered removing my pubes completely. I’ve always thought it would be far too humiliating,

Of course gagged I couldn’t say anything to protest, and I’m ashamed to admit it, part of me was glad I couldn’t, I think I wanted him shave me, to strip me of my pubic hair without me having a say in it. I know it’s awful isn’t it. I am such a slut.

Mr Wilson had me sit in my chair, knees spread wide and he used the straps to bind me in that position once more so that I couldn’t move and so cause myself an injury as he shaved me.

I felt completely humiliated and more aroused than ever. He started by trimming my hair and then lathered shaving cream all over my crotch. It felt both wonderful and terrible to have his soapy fingers sliding all over my most sensitive of flesh: terrible because I knew what was coming.

All I could do was watch as he picked up a razor and began to stroke it through the white foam slowly denuding my mons. He worked the razor over my pubis and along my labia expertly – and thankfully without nicking me – but the worst was when he used his fingers to seek out any stubble. I’m afraid to say that I almost came when he accidentally brushed his thumb over my sensitive clitoris.

It was both so exciting and so humiliating, but I knew that it was necessary to do my job. I had to have my pubic hair removed so that I could properly test the chastity belt.

My mind was still pretty foggy from my arousal when he finished and so I allowed him to place the chastity belt around my waist and loins without any real complaint. Naturally, he told me that he would keep the key. There’s not much point in a chastity belt that I would be able to remove after all.

Finally, he removed my gag and told me that I was a very good girl and that he was very proud of me. That made me feel so much better. I’m so pleased that he was happy with me. Unfortunately, shaving me had caused him to get an erection, I’m not surprised really, and the poor man needed relief once more. So I knelt before my boss and mentor and sucked his lovely dick until he came in my mouth. Oh I wish I’d been able to come at the same time but with the chastity belt on of course I couldn’t.

And so now I sit here at home writing this entry. I’m naked but for the belt and the collar (which I snuck out with me when I left this evening – it just feels so right to wear it). I’ve tried everything to be able to touch my clitoris, but the belt certainly lives up to its name. I will definitely be giving this piece of equipment full marks for doing what its supposed to do, not matter how much it has frustrated me this evening. Oh I’m so desperate! I hope that Mr Wilson unlocks it first thing tomorrow morning and lets me have an orgasm.

Friday 24th July

What a week.

Mr Wilson has been absolutely wonderful. He’s been willing to spend a lot of time with me to help me test everything. A lot of the products are designed to be used on a slave by her master and he’s been willing to play the role of master to my slave so that the products are properly tested.

Mr Wilson has had to learn to treat me like a slave so that I can properly understand how each item being tested is to be used by our customers. He’s such a great man. I know that he is having to play the role of a master, but he’s quickly learning and does such a great job. It helps of course that I’ve fantasised so often about him in that role.

As for myself I’ve had to learn the right mind set. I really had to place myself into the role of a submissive slavegirl to properly understand how our customers would use the products. And of course this has really fuelled my fantasies. I’ve been able to feel what the girls in the stories and videos I’ve studied must have felt. It has been so wonderful.

He has had me testing leashes with me crawling behind him and learning to heel to command. I’ve eaten my lunches from bowls on the floor. I’ve been hog-tied (and of course imagined that Mr Wilson kept me on edge all the time). I’ve worn all manner of gags, harnesses and hoods.

It’s been like a dream come true. I’ve been able to experience so many of my fantasies and a few that I’ve never imagined would excite me. It seems that the more degrading the experience the more aroused I’ve become. Mr Wilson of course has been very good about it. Even though he’s a novice at this he’s picked it up all so quickly. It’s like he knows exactly what to do to increase my arousal and to keep me on the edge of orgasm.

I found all of this so very very exciting! The only problem was that Mr Wilson wasn’t really my master, it was only work. But in my mind I couldn’t help fantasising that I was really a slave and that he, well actually anyone, was my master.

Unfortunately I was quite often pretty distracted. Mr Wilson had me wear the chastity belt each evening so that I only got to orgasm at work. The fact that I’ve been denied at night has actually turned into quite a thrill and I’ve been able to imagine that my master has full control over my mind and body. Anyway, that has meant that I’ve treasured every single orgasm that I’ve been granted at work. Mr Wilson has been so good about it. He can clearly see that testing the products gets me really aroused and he’s been willing to grant my requests (but of course only when I’ve not been testing a gag).

So my frustration and arousal has actually made me quite distracted at times. And well that has meant that Mr Wilson has had to punish me more frequently.

The first time was a spanking as usual, but this time I had my hands cuffed behind my back, my ankles were spread wide apart by a spreader bar I was testing and I was wearing a ring gag. This was the first time I’ve been punished while in bondage and I have to say that it certainly added an extra level of excitement. I really needed to come afterwards, but of course Mr Wilson said I couldn’t since I was being punished.

The second time Mr Wilson decided that it was appropriate that I be punished with one of the products that I had on my list to test. So he had me bound over the table and then used a paddle to smack my bottom. Oh it was so painful, but at the same time I knew he was putting me in my proper place and I felt so humble. I knew that I needed to be punished. My arousal was impacting my work and at least being paddled would help make up for that somewhat since I was actually testing the paddle by being punished with it.

Then the third time Mr Wilson decided that I needed to be punished with a flogger. Of course he was completely justified in punishing me. I had been so bad and I really deserved it. I was very nervous about the flogger, but he was right that it needed to be tested and it was my responsibility to test it. At the time I was bound on my kneeling chair, knees wide apart and hands bound behind me. I was testing a penis gag so I couldn’t speak.

I did expect him to unbind me so that I could bend over the table, but instead he just began swinging the flogger. I realised immediately that he intended to flog my breasts and I was horrified. I tried to tell him that I definitely didn’t want to be flogged but the gag silenced me and bound as I was there was nothing I could do to stop him. Deep down of course I knew I deserved to be punished and as my boss and in the role of my master he had the right to do it.

He slashed the flogger right across my breasts and I screamed into the gag. The pain was incredible, but I knew that I had done wrong and Mr Wilson was right to punish me. He struck again and again. I just couldn’t believe it. It was painful but that was only part of it. Inside my mind I knew that this was what I needed to get back on track so in many ways the pain felt good, cathartic.

I’d daydreamed more and more recently about being whipped – probably since Mr Wilson paddled me. I’ve been online (my accounts are still active from my research project since Mr Wilson had paid for the whole month) and watched a few videos that have concentrated on slaves being punished. A few have shown breast flogging. I don’t really know why I’d been drawn to those videos but they’d certainly captured my imagination.

So as Mr Wilson brought the flogger down across my breasts, I found myself imagining myself into the scenarios from those videos, and I couldn’t help myself from getting more and more aroused. I know that I shouldn’t have, I was being punished and it was wrong for me to be finding it pleasurable. I could feel the slickness at my crotch and I prayed that Mr Wilson would not notice the affect that my punishment was having on me.

Of course, he did – he’s a very observant man – so my humiliation was complete when he leaned forward and ran his fingers through my wet and swollen labia. It is so thrilling when he touches me, and especially so now that I’m clean shaven down there. I feel so much more sensitive, I just know that I want to keep myself shaved from now on.

My mind was buzzing and I can’t really remember everything that happened next, my fantasies and reality are just so jumbled up in my mind. Mr Wilson whispered in my ear “Naughty slut, getting off on being flogged.” He had started to stroke me over and over, circling my aching clitoris. “Oh you like that don’t you? I think you’re just about ready for the next step. Before that though we need to finish your punishment, and I think we both know where the naughtiest part of you is.” He sounded pleased as he teased me, but of course that all must have been my wicked imagination placing me in my fantasies.

I was brought back to my senses though, when he swung the flogger again. Only this time it wasn’t against my breasts, no he angled it so that it swept up between my wide spread thighs and landed squarely on my pussy. The sensation was indescribable. My body immediately spasmed in shock and, I can hardly believe it even now, when he struck me a second time I came so hard. The orgasm gripped my body and I think I must have lost consciousness. It was extremely intense.

I haven’t felt anything like it before, and I feel a little humiliated that it has affected me so much. I just know that I can’t give up these sensations. I am really dreading when this project is over, it will leave a hole that will be hard to fill. I just love the feeling that I get when I’m treated like a slavegirl.

I mean even now, I’m sitting here at home naked but for my chastity belt and collar – Mr Wilson felt that it would be useful for me to experience it for the whole weekend – and I can’t think of anything else other than the wonderful fantasies of being nothing but a horny slavegirl.

I wish I could masturbate.

I’m just so turned on right now.

I wonder how I’ll feel come Monday morning.