Discommbobulated

Long, long, work day. So many responsibilities. Emails, conference calls, meetings with clients, and other demanding tiresome work tasks. Exhausted. Needing that release that only the submissive minds can relate. As I answer every email,  converse with each client, and attend to the demanding workload, I mentally release myself. I reward myself at the end of the day. Sitting in my corner office with my window shades drawn, I pull my long brown highlighted hair into a messy ponytail. Nobody is her I tell myself. Just in case I close my office door. Lock in-place. I place my tired ass back into my office chair. I know that this is wrong according to office policy. I don’t care. I’m alone. Raising my skirt and tracing my high thigh stockings with my well manicured nails. Mmmmmm. How can such a simple task make me so aroused and wet? My mind takes me there. unwillingly? I can pretend. I love it when my mind creates the most nasty yet sexy fantasies. Whips? Yes. Tasteful orgasmic torture. Please more. As I bring myself to that delicious rhythm, I slow down for a moment. I need more torture. My brain pulsates as every thought entails sexually driven spankings. My thighs draw close, my hand is soaked. Spank me choke me, entice me into the forbidden. Feels soooo good. Spent. I slowly lower my skirt. Smiling as I feel the wetness on my panties. My work day has ended.