My mind raced back trying to remember the things I had written. The times when I was sure it was just a game and that I would never see her again.
The truth was, it had become something of a game to me, I would try to imagine my most embarrassing fantasy and then write it all down, imagining her reading it, trying to guess how she would respond. Over the weeks, it became more and more extreme, more and more revealing.
It had become unreal to me, a secret place for my most humiliating confessions. A silly pink notebook, covered in hearts that no one would ever see.
Until now.
She smiled more as she read and began reciting my words.
“When I think of Hannah, it takes me back to when I was in school and it makes me think of the all popular girls who were so pretty and so fun. I would always imagine them taunting me, bullying me, picking on me and humiliating me in any way they could think of. And being what I am, I would always come crawling back. I would beg for their attention, no matter what they did to me. The more cruel they were, the more I would love them. I dream that Hannah is like that, though I know it is probably just a fantasy and just my imagination. If she is, she is the kind of girl I think I could fall in love with and if I do, then God help me, because I suspect she won’t.”
She shook her head, looking into my eyes, wider now that my mouth was still taped and my entire body was squirming.
“That isn’t true at all. I helped you with you little stiffie, didn’t I? If it wasn’t for me, it would probably still be hard, instead of all red and sore.”
She reached down and scraped her nails over my cock, digging in and dragging, causing a wave of pain to shoot through my cock again.
“See, I am quite the little helper.”
She gave me a letter opener in my left hand, still taped to the chair.
“OK, I wouldn’t drop that if I were you. It is the only way you are getting out.”
She packed her things and placed her shoes back on.
“You can keep my socks for a bit. I’ll get them back later,” she remarked, as she headed to the door.
“I’ll be in touch after I read through this,” she smiled tapping on the journal.
She switched off the light, leaving me to cut myself free in the dark.
Once my left hand was free, it only took a few minutes to release myself completely.
I was shaking and confused as I unwound the tape from my head and pulled her socks from my mouth.
I couldn’t stop thinking of her. Her eyes. Her lips. Especially the way she treated me.
I squirmed and whimpered as I started to rub my cock, soon getting hard and hearing her voice echo in my head, I started to cum, my cock feeling like it was on fire as I stroked myself.
As the excitement faded, my cock burned more, but all I could think about was Hannah and her reading my journal and what was going to come of that.
I didn’t have to wait long.
The phone rang and I answered it. It was Hannah.
“What makes you think it is OK to masturbate in your office?” she asked coldly.
I froze. How did she know? Was she watching me?
Words failed me. I stammered.
“Clearly we are going to need to set some rules. Disgusting,” she said and hung up the phone.
I didn’t have her number and the office phones don’t log calls. I realized I had no way to reach her.
All I could do was wait. Wait and hope I’d hear from her again.