Texted, Teased, and Trapped at Work

Sexting. Chastity belts. Pleasure denial. Deep throats and facials. Utter submission to my unrelenting Dom. And this is just day two... I've taken the leap of publishing my very private, very kinky journal to the world. All you have to do, dear reader, is enjoy. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "Are you all right?" I heard my boss ask. I looked up from my phone and realized all eyes were on me. My heart was suddenly racing. Everyone was silent for just a beat too long for this to be normal. I hoped they hadn't just asked me a really important question, because I had NO idea what I was supposed to answer. "You... moaned a little," C said. She was sitting next to me. Oh my god. That was even worse than zoning out in the middle of a meeting and ignoring my boss's questions. C was still looking at me. I was suddenly terrified at the thought that she might have seen what I had typed out on my phone that I thought I had so cleverly hidden in my lap. "Are you feeling sick? You look really flushed. Want me to take you to the bathroom and get you a glass of water?" she continued. Sick! Yes. Sick. "Please," I answered meekly. I followed her from the room, mortified that everyone had witnessed me losing control like that. I wanted to quit my job on the spot and never come back. Nervously, I smoothed my skirt down as I walked, suddenly afraid the outline of the solid metal chastity belt might be more visible than I thought, now that I was the center of attention.