Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 6th January 2020

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Mel is so mean to me!

Firstly, leaving the office was a bit tricky, because I went into the bathroom and undressed, put my coat back on, and then bumped into Tim on the way out who then started asking me about some piece of work that I’ve given him. So I had to go back to his desk and stand beside him explaining it again, all the while paranoid about being close to naked in the middle of the office! I can’t see how anyone would have guessed but it was quite nerve-wracking, but also quite a lot of fun.

It meant I was a bit late at Mel’s, and had to apologise even after she made me wait naked in the hallway. She just said I’d have to make it up, led me to her back room (after I’d taken my shoes off), and then she brought out some pieces of very long and very soft red cord. I can tell you it was soft because as I started to open the accounting software on her computer she bound it quickly and very tidily around my ankles, and then around my knees, keeping them tightly closed together, and lastly she made me hold my hands out and bound my wrists together (in front of me). I was pretty much ready to have an orgasm by then and I asked her how I was mean to work like that and she said that was for me to figure out.

It was actually possible to type, but far from ideal. Then she left me while I worked through her accounts. It was incredibly frustrating because I was more horny than I think I’d ever been, and having my legs bound together just made it even worse because it was it felt like a very firm message that nothing was going to happen down there tonight.

I worked for an hour and, to be honest, I’ve done a lot of the setup now so I’m not sure how many more sessions we need. Mel came back in and I walked her through it, which was difficult as I was still tied up. Plus all I could think about was whether she would finally give me some relief at the end of it all.

Mel said I looked quite elegant with my legs bound together and that made me feel nice. Then she went and got her phone, came back and took a photo of me at her desk! It’s not like I could get away either, because there was no way I was going to try to walk with my ankles tied together.

Then Mel made me slide off of the chair and sat me in the middle of the floor and took another couple of photos. I felt so helpless as I don’t think I could even stand without her help, and there she was taking advantage of me!

It all felt like it was building up to something, and then Mel started to untie me. It felt like nothing was going to happen and I wondered if she’d forgotten her insistent on my self-chastity, so I couldn’t help but remind her that it had been over two weeks and I said I’d been tempted to seduce just about anyone at New Year since I wasn’t allowed to touch myself.

Then Mel said she would send me an e-mail with the photos she’d taken attached, and a website address, and that if I posted the photos on there then I’d be allowed to masturbate.

Even though I’m home now and want to touch myself so much I couldn’t possibly go through with that. I feel stuck.

Growing Up

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Photo: Maiku Bokeh
Model: Glass Olive

2015

“Just a sec,” Lisa said, and she picked up my bundle of clothes and left the room with them. That answered the question of putting them back on without even asking it, I guess.

I heard her go upstairs and then a minute later she reappeared with a rectangular cardboard box.

“Here,” she said, “I’ve got these for you.”

She handed me the box. It looked like a shoebox, and I hoped it had more than shoes inside.

I opened the box: it did only have shoes inside. Gorgeous, strappy stilettos; light cream colour with sparkling insets.

“These are for me?” I asked looking at them.

“Just to borrow,” Lisa said as she made us both a gin and tonic, “Do you like them?”

“They’re gorgeous!” I said. And so much more glamourous than anything I owned.

“Here you go,” Lisa said, handing me my gin and tonic. I took a sip and waited for the alcohol to have some effect: hopefully it would help me to get over the discomfort of sitting around naked.

Lisa put her drink on the table beside her and took one of the shoes out of the box.

“Here,” she said, kneeling in front of me. She lifted my ankle with her hand and slipped the shoe onto my foot. I giggled at the tickling sensation as she fastened the thin leather buckle.

“And the other one,” she said, “I didn’t realise you were so ticklish.” Her eyes sparkled and she grabbed my foot with her hand and I almost spilt my gin and tonic as I wriggled in a fit of giggles.

She pushed the other shoe onto my foot and fastened the buckle carefully and then stood in front of me.

“Gorgeous,” she said, looking down at me. I couldn’t help but smile, but I felt even more naked now I had the stilettos on.

“Can you stand in them?”

I pushed myself up off of the sofa and Lisa held my wrists while I stood, still trying to avoid spilling my drink. She released my wrists and took a step back looking me up and down. I was a half an inch taller than her now.

“You were made for them,” she said with a grin. I took another nervous sip from my glass; it was helping to quell my nerves a little, but I wished Tina would hurry up with some clothes.

I looked at the table again: there were a lot of glasses, and a lot of drinks. Lisa had mentioned something about expecting twenty or thirty people that evening but we were in no danger of running short of alcohol.

My eyes returned to the handcuffs again and Lisa followed my gaze.

“What are they for?” I couldn’t help but ask, feeling emboldened by the first flush of inebriation.

“We just play around with them,” Lisa said, “Let me show you.”

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Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 5th January 2020

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Alison and Russ across the road came back today. I saw them unloading their car, and within five minutes of getting inside Russ was in the nude! I guess I’m not the only one with pent-up frustration.

It’s a struggle to make it through today, to be honest. I hope Mel’s in the mood for something more fun tomorrow! While I sit and do her accounts… hmmm, that sounds even more odd written down than it did in my head.

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 4th January 2020

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I had another dream last night about being at work naked. I was planning to go to Mel’s so had undressed, and then had something to finish off and went back to my desk, and then Jo came and told me to take my coat off and get back to work because if I wanted to progress I needed to finish reviewing some accounts tonight and why was I leaving at only 2pm anyway? So more people came back to the office after lunch, and I was sitting there naked and trying to work, and then Rachel (who I haven’t fantasised about at all before!) was sitting beside me as I briefed her on some work and her tights were rubbing against my bare legs, and then she reached over and put her hand on my thigh.

And then I woke up, and I so nearly orgasmed, and then I remembered I had to go park running so got up quickly and just about made it in time.

Mel was there and she waited for me at the end and we walked back together and talked about how our new year and Christmas holidays had been, and I said it had been very frustrating! But I’m not allowed to ask if I can do you-know-what, so I just skirted around it. I told her I’d ended up in my underwear at the party and she found that funny, especially when I said Sarah believed I had nothing on underneath my dress. She said it was good to keep people guessing.

I’m still so frustrated, though!

Work Clothes

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As I said before, I’m up for anything, but I was surprised that everyone else was too. Anyone who really objected could take the week off and, to break us in gently, the first day was just going to be down to underwear.

Now, there was a fairly new cute guy in the office, Kieran, who I’d been making eyes at for a while, but he was so shy that he just blushed. All the secretaries flirted with him, but I think I was the only junior partner who did as well. I suppose I was the only female partner anywhere near his age, but he didn’t seem to know how to react to the attention from a senior. I was having quite a lot of fun with him.

So I had an easy challenge for day one of filming: to see if I could make his boxer shorts bulge. Because I knew that, shy boy that he was, he would be wearing the biggest piece of underwear he could find. Actually, why hadn’t he just ducked out of the whole thing? I would have put money on him skipping the week, but there you go.

Monday came around and I went all-out: white lace bra, knickers, stockings and suspenders, some fantastic delicate white heels, and then a simple skirt and blouse over the top for the journey into work. I arrived at the office and was disappointed to see the receptionist was fully dressed. A young woman holding a clipboard came over to meet me.

“You must be Jennifer,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow. How did she know my name?

She smiled. “We’ve been reviewing the other program you were in. I recognised you from that.”

I smiled back: so she knew who she was dealing with.

“How come the receptionists are all dressed up?” I asked her.

“Oh, that’s how we always do things,” she said, “We can’t have people wandering in from outside and being met by girls in their underwear.” She giggled. I couldn’t see why we couldn’t have that, but that was me. “And then when you get into the office we lock the door behind you. Just in case someone tries to wander in.” I shrugged; it made no difference to me either way. She continued to explain the setup.

“We have a few screens around here for you to undress, and I’ll keep your outer clothes until the end of the day.” She showed me around the corner to couple of temporary screens in the corner of the room. “Put your things in here,” she told me and handed over a cardboard box with my name on the top.

I went behind the screen, took off my skirt and my blouse and put them in the box. Holding the box in my hands I stepped out. I saw her eyes go wide as she looked my stockings and lace underwear up and down. There are no two ways about it: I looked absolutely stunning.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 3rd January 2020

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I’m definitely just horny all the time now. I wrote a flirty post to Ellie today asking if she and Stephen had gotten anywhere on New Year’s Eve and she said they kissed, and then he dropped her off at home! She’s even wondering if he’s that interested, but I said maybe he thinks it’s serious and is making sure he doesn’t move too fast. She said she wished he would move a bit faster, and I reminded her that I was going to dare her to do something about it very soon if she wasn’t careful. I’m jealous anyway.

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 2nd January 2020

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Back to work today! I kind of think I should really make some New Year resolutions, but then I never stick to them so why bother?

Today was just all about getting reorganised and remembering what we were doing before we all went away almost two weeks ago. It was also grim and grey and not a day for feeling very sexy about anything. Although I’m beginning to wonder if so long a period of abstinence is good for me. It’s over two weeks now!