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A Word To The Wise... I've always been one of those girls who has to learn everything the hard way... I've been having a lot of text conversations with the Dom I've recently started seeing. And what happened today at work definitely comes under the heading of "Lesson learned the hard way". (For this story to make sense, you should know that I generally wear jeans and a fancy sweater or blouse to work, and that I supervise a team of approximately 40 employees. Today, the jeans I was wearing happened to be the tightest pair in my closet. The relevance of these details will become obvious momentarily...) While I was on my lunch break I decided to send him a juicy little text. It only took a few seconds for him to send back an even juicier response; I replied saying that I was at work, but wanted to let him know that I was thinking of him. There was only one little problem. Exchanging those texts had made me wet. So wet, in fact, that I literally SOAKED the crotch of my jeans. To make matters worse, because I had been thinking of him (and feeling very naughty!) while I was getting ready for work today -- I was NOT wearing any panties. So... there I was ... in the lunch room ... with a soaking wet crotch ... and skin-tight jeans. And, in order to get from the lunch room back to my desk, I had to walk the ENTIRE length of the room -- past the rows of cubicles where my staff was sitting, where they had the perfect angle to see my butt as I walked past. Okay, just hold your head up, and try to act natural....  I thought once I got back to my desk and sat down that the worst part was over. Famous last words, as it turned out. Once I went back to work, my body cooled down and my cunt dried relatively quickly. (The jeans took a little longer...) OK, now we're fine, right? Until I started to stand up so I could retrieve some reports from the printer -- AND DISCOVERED THAT THE DAMN JEANS WERE GLUED TO MY CUNT!!! And because they had gotten stuck to me while I was sitting, I could not straighten out my hips. I had three choices: either walk, bent-over, to the printer (and hope nobody was looking), or try to pull the crotch of my jeans off my pussy (and hope nobody was looking), or continue to sit there until all my staff had gone home (and hope I didn't need a potty break before then). Have you ever been in a surprisingly effective form of bondage in front of 40 subordinates? Well, I suppose it could have been worse. At least I didn't get stuck to my chair... With about 10 minutes of discreet wiggling and tugging under my desk, I finally managed to pry crotch and cunt apart. Now there was a new problem: it felt like the top few layers of skin decided they liked being attached to the denim, because they stayed attached when I finally got the jeans loose. Great. Now I'm bow-legged. I began to reconsider whether I really NEEDED that bloody report... I should have known better. I really should have. But, like I said, I'm the kind of girl who has to learn everything the hard way. Still, I should have realized what was likely to happen if I sent a juicy text on my lunch break to a man whose voice alone is enough to make me drip, wearing tight jeans and no panties. Claim your power, submissive. You cannot give away that which you do not possess. |
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badgirl, I loved this blog, it made me smile so much, your description i could almost imagine your excitement and then the predictment you were in. If I were your Dom, it would so much fun to send you you text msgs or call you during your coffe break just to get you nice and wet. As always your blogs are very well written
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As always, your remarks are very kind! I'm glad that you liked this story... 
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