Instructions: "Interview at least 3 hospital staff about patients' masturbating on their wards. Report back immediately.

Insufficient detail or a failure to make me sufficiently wet will lead to a consequence of concomitant severity."

I feel the all-too-familiar feeling of adrenaline dumping into my bloodstream. It jumbles my thoughts and I can't come up with any kind of justification for conducting the interviews reqired of me. I consider breaking the rules and making up the interview results, but that would feel like a betrayal. I have agreed to entrust my ways of being in the outside world to my (actually incredibly trustworthy, albeit sadistic, boundary-testing and unbelievably imaginative partner Buxom) and the game quickly loses its significance unless I am genuinely committed to trusting Buxom completely. Of course, I could always invoke my safe-word, and then I get to spend the next week in a cock cage (I want this experience to be real, so I don't want to make it easy for myself to back out). Two refusals in a row lands me in OWPBP (Outside World Permanent Butt-Plug) protocol. The one and only time that has happened so far, it was accompanied by a skirt that only just covered the plug when I stood up straight, and then my dick would be hanging about an inch from the hem at the front. One day during that week Buxom "bumped" in to me as we were shopping on a Saturday morning crossing high street, sending me sprawling and causing the contents of my purse to scatter across the middle of the road. They laughed loudly as they continued crossing the street, turning around with camera pointed at me when they got to the other side...gee I get distracted easily don't I.

Buxom is helping me get back to the present: "Too slow" her message flashed onto my phone screen as I glanced at it (having heard sounded again). "You now have an additional task. After completing your interviews to my satisfaction (I'm thinking 2-3 orgasms of satisfaction this time), you will get yourself checked into your bed, collect all clothes, blankets or other covering and stash them far out of reach, then masturbate without stopping until you cum. If you take longer than 7 minutes or produce less than 5.6ml of semen (I require a nurse to sign off on both measurements), the next challenge will be substantially more difficult."

I can never get used to this feeling. I find myself simultaneously shit-scared with adrenaline pumping through my veins (makes it pretty hard to get a decent erection, does adrenaline), and more horny and unable to restrain myself than I can remember (although I remember very clearly feeling exactly like this nearly every time. I guess I am enjoying it more as I get more and more skillful at it).

Better get on task, I decide, finally thinking of a plausible excuse to conduct these "interviews": I am a sociologist professor, and I am doing research on real-world exhibitionistic behaviours in various social contexts.