Wednesday 9/25
Dear Diary,

The little cunt was a no-show. I guess I need to teach him what happens when he stands me up.

Had an interesting little conversation with Margo today. She basically confronted me about why stupidname was crying in her office two days in a row.

BTW, I’m getting a little tired of writing out stupidname, so I think I’m going to shorten it to SN if it’s all the same to you Diary. I knew you’d understand.

Anyway, I pretty much came clean to Margo, we’re very good friends as you know, and she’s hella kinky so I had a hunch she’d know where I was coming from. I gave her a basic rundown of losing interest in Ethan, and getting off on making SN cry. She asked me if I was “domming” SN. I told her I didn’t know what that meant but that I was having a fantastic time rubbing myself to orgasm on the back of his pretty femboi head while he wept quietly in shame. She just nodded knowingly, and asked me if he was enjoying it too, and I told her I honestly don’t really give a fuck whether he’s enjoying it or not, but judging from his raging hard-ons, and mastubatory escapades I’d say yeah, he was enjoying it a lot and and hating himself for it every bit as much if not more, which of course, made it all the better for me.

She shrugged and called it a “win/win”. Then told me we should get coffee at this place she goes. I said sure, day after tomorrow.


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Thursday, 9/26
Dear diary,

SN came back today, all tail-between-his-legs. He actually came over to MY desk and apologized for missing our “meeting”. Said he hoped we could reschedule for today. He stared at the floor the whole time, kicking at his own shoes like a naughty freckled kid in a 1950’s sitcom.

I’m still not entirely sure what to make of it. I mean why apologize? Hey Rebecca, no hard feelings about molesting me.. twice. Sorry about missing our coffee date. Srsly wtf? Anyway, I smiled REAL big, told him no worries!, that with all the extra time he gave me to think about our “issue” we’d have a WAY more productive meeting today than we would have had yesterday. He didn’t take that well, blushing like a schoolgirl and getting this really pained expression on his face, like he’d suddenly gotten indigestion. So message delivered I guess.

I came by his desk at fika time.. he saw me coming, no doubt suspecting that I’d pick the same time. He stood up of his own accord; he’d just been sitting there, staring at his already locked screen in excrutiating anticipation. Seeing me, he unhappily grabbed his jacket with this look on his face like he was a death row inmate being escorted to the chair. I couldn’t help but smile, probably wickedly, but also happy and excited. I mean seeing him stand up like that.. all miserable but acquiescent — accepting of his fate. The fate I had decided for him. You could just see, he had NO idea what was in store, but he knew it was going to be humiliating, and he knew that I was going to touch him — make a plaything of him, and he was not Ok with it, but he was going to surrender himself to me anyway, because his surrender was inevitable (but he had no idea why). I got this amazing gushy warm feeling. “aww, don’t be sad” I taunted him, leading him to the elevators, “this is going to be fun!”

He didn’t reply. Kid’s learning fast.

The elevator opened with a bunch of lawyers from the floors above. He made to get on, but I caught him by the collar, telling them we’d catch the next one. One of the classy/hot lady lawyers raised an eyebrow at whatever expression SN was wearing when I yanked him back like I had him on a leash (girls know what’s up, (also hmm, a leash. Not a bad idea)). Anway the next elevator was empty so I got on and he follwed me. I waited for the doors to close and the fun began.

“POSITION ZERO BITCH” I commanded, and glancing back at me startled, he shot me this look like “really?