Naked And Against The Clock

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“A photo of you, naked, chained to a lamppost.” Those were the message’s exact words.

Angela’s self-restraint dares had become more adventurous as my week-long work trip ran on. It was agony being away from her for so long, but sheer ecstasy following her instructions each day.

I checked that the camera tripod on the balcony edge hadn’t moved in the night. It was still pointing down at the town square, the zoom lens focused on an old cast iron lamppost.

I slipped my feet into my stilettos and pulled a thin sundress over my head. I’d planned this whole thing very carefully and had hardly slept through excitement.

I glanced at the clock at the end of the square: it was 5:40am, and the sun was slowly rising above the buildings, beginning to shine brightly on my chosen spot. The town was deserted at this time of the morning; the first bus didn’t arrive until 6am, and it was never early. I had twenty minutes.I picked up my handcuffs and the longer ankle chains and ran to the door as fast as my thin heels would allow. My shoes rang loud on the concrete stairs and it seemed to take an age to reach the front door of the apartment block. I stepped outside and looked up at the clock again: 5:42am. I had eighteen minutes.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 5th April 2019

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After work I stayed behind a bit to fix the mess I’d made of the PR company yesterday and then tried to ask Jo out for a drink with some of the other girls. She said no, but we left the office together, then on the way out she said “Actually, I do need that drink” and we went into this crappy pub near the office. (Which wasn’t where everyone else was.)

She was trying so hard not to cry, but she said she was really sorry for not being better to me this week but she hadn’t realised that it was only the pills that had made her feel better and now the doctor wouldn’t give her any more. I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t want to see her sad, but having to rely on the pills sounded bad too. I put my hand on hers and a tear ran down her cheek, and then she said she had to get home and left with half her drink sitting there.

I didn’t feel like meeting up with everyone else after that and once I got home I sent her a message to say if she did want to talk some more, or just hang out with someone that wasn’t part of her past life, then I’d be there. It was quite a different message to the flirting the other night, and then I cried a bit too. I think I’d punch her ex if I saw him. Or maybe kick him in the balls. Hard.

Feel The Music On Your Skin

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She began to play the sonata again. This time, as well as the cold brass of the pedals, Jessica was sensitive to the rough fabric of the piano stool across the backs of her thighs as her legs moved. But rather than jump at each touch, she was starting to seek out the feeling and revel in it. She would anticipate each tap of the damper pedal and let the feeling course through her.

“Good! Good! Or better, at least,” Miss Ashdown said, reining in her praise lest Jessica thought the work was done for the day. “I can see your legs and feet really working here and, more importantly, I can really feel them working through the music. Can you feel it?”

Jessica nodded. It was like there was something different about the air itself.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 4th April 2019

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I was too distracted this morning with worrying about Jo that I made loads of mistakes and Caroline at the PR place was not at all happy with me. I told her I’d sort things out in my own time, which I think meant I got away with it.

This afternoon Jo was locked away in her office, and when she left it was obvious she’d been crying again. I wonder what else has happened now. I wish she’d tell me what it was.

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 3rd April 2019

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Today was bad! Not for me, but because Jo looked terrible. I wondered if it was something I’d said last night because she didn’t speak to me at all. But she didn’t speak to anyone else either.

I had to e-mail her near the end of the day to check I hadn’t done something wrong, and ask if she was okay. I didn’t get a reply and I don’t want to push it if I’m not welcome. It felt a bit sickening, to be honest, because I liked it more when she liked me too.

A Most Indecent Proposal

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“We hadn’t really discussed marriage, but I told him that I only ever wanted to be proposed to by a man on his knees. And naked. And collared. I managed to get a lot of promises out of him before I accepted.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 2nd April 2019

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I wore a clingy top with thin shoulder straps and a low scooping neckline to the start-up, and a pleated skirt and long socks, and I felt like I could have asked any of the men there for anything I wanted. It was warm on the train on the way home so I had my coat off and even managed to find a seat and the guy opposite kept looking up at me, so I did my best to get the shoulder strap to slip down my arm. The top was a bit too clingy to expose much else of me, but it was fun anyway.

Plus the clocks have changed now so it’s light much later. When I got home I had the urge to strip off and prance around the flat naked, at least until I needed to turn the light on. I know the people opposite were home but I don’t know how much they can see in. After a while I didn’t really care, and when it came to dusk I went to the window to draw the curtains and there was a guy walking past on his way home. He got an eyeful for a fraction of a second, and I ended up with a grin on my face!

Then I had a message e-mail from Jo with some links to really awful men on dating sights, and for some reason it just made me so horny. I think I ended up flirting with her a bit, via messenger, and telling her she’d be better off with a nice woman. Maybe I’d even dump Kieran for her. (I’m only joking.) But I stroked myself to a climax pretty quickly and had to stop typing for a minute.

As Long As I Have My Coat

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Oh dear, Susan giggled. Well, it was just a bit of fun, wasn’t it? If she kept her coat buttoned, who would know what she had on beneath it? Or know that it was nothing except her bra? And knickers of course, she reminded herself. And besides, her cleavage did look good, and the coat would show just enough neck to hint at it.

She took another look in the mirror, as she stood there in her faded bra and knickers. It was decision time. Before she could change her mind she stuffed the old blouse and sweater into the bin in the corner of the changing room and took her coat off the rack. Okay, now just be careful, she said to herself as she buttoned the coat from top to bottom and tied the belt around her waist.

She looked in the mirror again. There were a few inches of calf visible below the hem of the coat, but this was still “nice” Susan looking back at her. What leg you could see looked good, but you couldn’t see the curve of the calf line, or the smoothness of the skin as it ran up to the knee. She bent down and undid a button, and then another. If she pushed her right leg forward the coat split to a couple of inches above the knee, but no more. It certainly showed no more than the skirt would do.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 1st April 2019

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I had lunch with Ha and Jo today, and she seemed so much better. It was great to see, and she was almost giggly at times. I was worried she’d drop me in it for telling her about Ha being a lesbian, but she didn’t even hint at it. Because Ha wasn’t supposed to know about her partner leaving her (and I’d only told her the briefest info anyway) we didn’t talk about it at all.

Ha said it was about time we did something as a group of office girls, and Jo agreed, and then Ha convinced her we should do a Korean massage! I did ask Jo if she knew what one was and she said “of course”, so I guess that’s it now. I emailed Ha afterwards to say she only wanted to do it so she could see Jo naked, and she just said “So? And you’ll be naked too, but we’re all used to that by now.” I stuck my tongue out at her from across the room.