Wednesday evening

Wednesday, 10:59 pm

Dear Diary,

what a way to end the day! First things first, I am back in my office and am writing on the keyboard like I used to. It was pretty embarrassing having to tell my secrets to you while Johnny listened, but I think it has brought us closer.

That being said, you can correctly assume that my inconvenience punishment is over and I have received my 25 spankings and inspections and I passed them all! Once we were done, Johnny allowed me back in my room so I could take the dildo out of my ass without him having to watch me do that. Since I still had to bring it back to him right away though, I had to bring it to him in my mouth. Honestly I expected it to be really foul or gross, but in reality it didn't taste that bad. I mentioned this to Johnny, and he didn't believe me either. He claimed I must have switched the dildo since I wouldn't suck on things from my ass.

Now you know I am many things but a liar is not one of them, so I proved it to him. Johnny offered his cock at first, but there was no reason I would do something sexual for him, even if I was VERY horny given the what must have been over a thousand orgasms I have had until that point today (he allowed me to stop counting eventually). So instead we just used the dildo again, making it go from my ass to my mouth a dozen times or so, until he was certain that I wasn't pulling any tricks.

While doing that, we found out about another thing that seemingly happens to me now. Well, maybe I start at the beginning, because I think I haven't made it clear enough just how insane my orgasms are, and what their effects are on my body, or mostly my pussy (which I am allowed to say/write again! I can even say vagina! You see, I have to get naughty stuff out of my system, so I used to do it with words, but now when I say the not-so-naughty version, all I have to do is to grope myself and get off, and then my words don't need to do it for me! I can just act naughty! Isn't that great?!)

Anyway, my point was, as the saying goes: A hair trigger aint got jack on me. His inspections have truly fucked me up, and now I am cumming from almost anything, all the time. Sure, the orgasms aren't as powerful as the proper ones Johnny gave me, but usually they are strong enough that I can't stop myself from moaning and/or groaning. I also drool a bit and it normally drops to my tits when I sink to my knees from the orgasm once my legs give in.

The proper ones where my mind gives in and I think I'm a pussy aren't as easy though. And obviously I also didn't squirt. I still don't know how that happened, especially with how much it was, without me having to drink anything in between. I worried I'd become dehydrated from it, but I felt great, so I'm not complaining! It's a bit weird though, so its best not to think too much about it, I decided.

So back to where I left off, my proof that I wasn't ashamed from sucking my assdildo. Naturally I had an orgasm every time he pushed it into my asshole, and then another one when he pulled it out, but(t) we found out that I also came when he pushed it deep enough into my mouth!

I have a theory about this: See, as we noticed early, my cunt is a very fuckable one! So it shivers and tightens when my throat gets rammed. Apparently this tightening is enough that it triggers my memory of the stimulation I got, and it makes me cum. Like a phantom orgasm! Do you agree?

Full honesty: I hope that this is temporary. I don't know how I could continue my life if I keep cumming so much and so easy. I tried putting on panties (alone of course, in my office!) and the grip of them on my ass made me go over the edge. I thought it was just the pull of me putting them on, but as I kept wearing them, it happened 3 times. I had to rip them off since they were drenched now anyway. I don't know how I am meant to wear clothing if I'm this sensitive.

Johnny said when I go to bed this night I should slowly transition away from the stimulation since going 'fully away' from it, just makes me phantom-cum like with my throat... (or with him spanking my tits, pulling my nipples, slapping my ass, **** me, him blowing air on my cunt, or him spitting in my mouth while telling me I look very fuckable, which all made me cum today at some point or another. Though not all of that did it first try...)

He suggested I put a vibrating dildo up my ass for the night and put an egg vibrator on my clit while I sleep. That way, they will not make me cum as much as he did, but will over the hours slowly run out of battery and casually let me get handed over to normal experiences again.

I told him I hadn't decided yet, but I will do it since it made sense. I just didn't want to bother him by telling him about how his old mother will masturbate tonight. I will use a smaller vibe for my asshole though, since it is really REALLY sore, still.

He offered I could sleep in his bed, so he'd watch over me and make sure the things dont slip out of me before my body is ready to lose them. I declined, because that would mean I'd have to get back into my pose, and while I am mostly used to it now, I don't think I could sleep in it.

Speaking of sleeping, as we talked about our sleeping arangements, we came to the following conclusion: I have cum and squirted so much in Johnnys bed, that from now on he will be sleeping in my bedroom, and I will sleep in his. I was somewhat worried I'd soil his new bed tomorrow then, when I wake him up, but it's fine since we agreed I'd just stay in his old bed untill he comes over so I can wake him up in his bed as usual.

So, what else happened after he was done inspecting me? Well, first I made him dinner, which was really hard at the beginning, because he kept walking into the kitchen, so I had to let go of the food and spread for him. After I dropped stuff three times I begged him to let me cook myself so I had a chance to finish it. We agreed that I could, as long as I would eat my meal from the ground and he'd make me squirt on my plate. I didn't really like it, since there was really no reason for it, but I couldn't disagree either. I had surrendered the toys to Johnny, so it was his choice when and how he used them on me now.

After finishing our dinner we had a movie night in the living room. Johnny was kind enough to make sure I wasn't soiling the floor with my still pretty frequent accidental orgasms, by bringing my bedsheets and pillow and putting them on the ground for me to sit on.

He had downloaded some movies for us to watch, so that is what we did. Now, I know I promised Johnny that he could read my diary, but Johnny: If you are reaching this point, jump to the next page. This is not for you, okay!

Okay... so, diary... the movies were strange. The first one was called "MILF Cock worship". I wanted to bring it up with Johnny, but he said that he had made this collection, and it would be very rude and he'd be mad with me if I looked away from the screen even once. I could feel how passionate he was about it so I just kept my mouth shut, but I felt weird the entire session.

We talked about the movie, while it was going on. Johnny wanted to know what I thought about one of the characters technique. (She was a blonde whose characters name was 'MILF' I think. They didn't call her that, directly in the movie, but Johnny said so. He must have read the book it was based on, or something.)

After that movie the next one we watched was "Office Painslut's Secret Pussywhipping Dream". I could follow the plot a lot more in this one. See the last one was just a scene in a living room between the characters, and no plot at all really. They just hang out and spend time and don't even talk much. In this one though, things happened.

A carreer woman was talking to her boss, who looked younger than her. They didn't get into it, but I could smell the undertone of nepotism there! The boss offered the office lady a promotion. Her new position would be 'office fucktoy' and her work uniform would be full nudity. Her pay would be reduced to 0, but she could earn bonuses 'under the table' - aka the business was doing shady deals. They didn't get to those in this movie, but I guess that is what movies do nowadays. Set up stories and then plan for spinoffs or sequels to explore that.

Anyway, to my surprise the carreer woman declined the promotion! The boss was obviously having none of it, and took her to the backroom of her office, where he gave her a generous offer. The boss would whip the carreer womans cunt until she agreed to the promotion, and he would only charge the girl $1000 per whipping for the trouble.

I loved the commentary on the current inflation, affecting everyone and so the price of that whipping was quite high. I bet it must be a relatively new film, or they would have only charged her like $250 at MOST!

She was then given an acceptance phrase - "I want to be an obedient slut" - that she could say when she accepted the promotion. Afterwards they tied her up with her legs spread wide, naturally. I was absolutely awestruck by the next scene. See, while putting ropes around her legs and arms, they also put a gag in her mouth! She was literally unable to say her acceptance phrase and accept her promotion. Johnny started groaning behind me at that point. I guess he found it a bit too on the nose regarding the tone of feminism and silencing female voices in the workplace, and stopping them to climb the carreer ladder to shatter the glass ceiling.

The next 70 minutes were shot after shot of the woman being exploited by her boss, having to take hits on her cunt over and over. Not uninterrupted of course. The boss was still a kind man and was showing mercy by sometimes taking breaks to put clamps on her nipples or to stick dildos in both holes, but he always went back to more whipping.

It really resonated with me, a lot more than it should have I guess. I knew first hand, just from a few hours ago, how badly a cunt slap can feel. After the first couple minutes of it, Johnny sat down behind me and gently stroked my ass (proving his previous choice to put something under me to protect the floor as a wise decision).

He told me to really imagine how it would feel to be that 'painslut' (which apparently was her name). I tried but I seem to have done a too good job, since the next time she was whipped, only a tiny bit later, it felt like my pussy just got the hit as well. I looked back but Johnny had already moved in defensive position with his hand still on my hole.

He told me not to look away from the screen, and as I told him what I felt he said that it just means I understand the character better and to just keep watching. He would make sure that nothing bad would happen to my cunt.

I agreed and so it went on. The scene continued, the painslut got hit, my cunt reacted to me seeing the hit, I cried, I yelped, I came, I apologized.

After about 30 more hits or so, I stopped cumming. My cunt must have realized just how badly bruised the painsluts pussy looked and had adapted by making me feel the slaps so much worse each time, as if I was getting sore, too. Eventually it was enough that the pain overpowered my substantially lowered orgasm threshold.

Johnny didn't enjoy the movie as much afterwards, and he said the ending was boring, so we switched. I was a bit muffed, because I was actually interested if she would be given the promotion she deserved at the end anyway, and how she would get out of the debts. She'd owe at least 50k at that point and we weren't done yet.

But Johnny insisted we watch the last movie immediately. "**** slut serves abusive family with all her holes". According to Johnny, it was a documentary about ideal homelife. Apparently, a lot of familys were losing their connection and family values in the last years, and this documentary was displaying the way that familys used to interact, and should again if they weren't meant to fall apart.

The family consisted of 3 sons, a husband, the wifes brother, the husbands brother and both of the married couples fathers. I won't bore you with details but she did a lot of chores around the house for all of them. Her brother in law said that he was currently training a girl to be his wife soon too, so she would get to train another girl to join her duties, and to share the bed with. I don't have a brother, and neither did Marco, so I didn't know that sisters in law share the same bed, but it made sense since they also had shared chores anyway. I was a bit confused when the brother in law had said that it was a girl who he got before she could go to college, fresh out of highschool, so "her cunt will be more valuable than yours" (you being the housewife). The confusion was because the brother in law was already in his 40s, so I didn't quite get why he was dating such a young girl, but I guess as a progressive woman myself I couldn't disagree with love at all ages!

Around 20 minutes in, Johnny asked me why I wasn't masturbating. This really caught me off guard, since it came out of nowhere. After I complained about his lewd comment and was about to even turn around and chew him out, he explained that he didn't mean for me to just rub my cunt for no reason.

See, I didn't notice it in the movie, since it was only one woman, but when a girl or a woman sees another female get slapped around, ****, **** to do things she dislikes or made to do stuff a man doesn't want to and piles off on her, then it is customary to immediately cum from that. It's a sign that we are connected by our pussies, and that I show solidarity and feel for her. It's a biological way of saying "hey, that sucks, I feel bad for you" and by not cumming I was basically saying that "You deserve this and worse."

I nodded as I now understood that Johnny didnt ask me to just masturbate, but to quickly make myself cum to show that I didn't agree with everything the movie showed. Which was a bit weird, because I was agreeing with the vast majority of it. I was thinking back what exactly the scene was, when Johnny asked me to masturbate and realized my mistake immediately.

In that moment, the wifes three sons had told her that they'd take turns on her cunt until she was pregnant, despite her reminding them that she took the pill. And while that is obviously fine and within her wifely duties, it WAS something that the sons clearly wouldn't like to have done to themselves. So in essence, it was a case of gender inequality. The wife had to do a duty that her sons didn't have - no matter how deserved and rightful those duties fit her. And to show that I understood the gender inequality I had to cum.

I was just about to use my boobs to make myself cum again, when I realized something else. The entire movie had been filled with fair inequalities. Why hadn't Johnny asked me to cum earlier? Well, diary, I asked him and he said that with my cunt still feeling sore from the last movie we watched, he was fine with giving me a bit of time to restore myself, but he was expecting me to fix it later. He'd check it. I'd have to make a video for him where I said what scene I was thinking about/thinking back on and then cum, and just go through the parts I hadn't cum enough on, yet. It was very kind of him that he didn't think bad of me because I failed my womanly duties so far.

Once the second movie ended it had become late again. Johnny turned off the TV and disconnected his laptop from it and handed me my pillow, which he had sat on. It was covered in a sick and sticky liquid, which Johnny explained before I could ask was his cum. See, just like I had felt the slaps on my cunt, he had felt all the sex on his cock. So through all these movies, he had felt to be in cunts, mouths, asses, between tits, and jerked off over and over. Of course he had cum. He was pretty pissed at me that I never realized this and offered my holes for receiving his sperm.

I didn't say anything since I couldn't say anything. He was merciful enough to say that I just wasn't allowed to clean the pillow and had to sleep with my face in the mess he made. Trying to correct my mistake I immediately offered him if he needed another release inside me, which he accepted.

Or wanted to. See, his penis was actually not hard for once, and even as I began kissing it like Johnny told me to, it didnt become hard. This made him rather angry and he ran upstairs. I mean, I know that men are sensitive about this subject, but he knows I'd never judge him for it, right?

Anyway, he came downstairs again with his blue stone in hand. His penis had already become half hard again in this short time, proving all fears he might have had false! He was not happy though, quite the opposite. He seemed to have changed his mind for some reason and said that it's better if its just on me. He then put the stone back in my asshole. You remember how rough it used to be? Johnny must have done something to it, because now it was smoother than even the dildo that was meant to be inside me. It just slipped in me like that was where it belonged.

Johnny said that until he said otherwise I had to keep the stone on or in me at all times, and to never touch him with it again, which of course I agreed to. It's his stone, he decides what he does to it.

Afterwards I grabbed the blanket and pillow and went into Johnnys room. He had already gone to my bedroom, it seemed, since I didn't see him anywhere on the way there. Before going to bed, I went into my office and wrote down this. So now you're up to date again.

in Love

Angelica

PS: I just realized that as a good housewife I have to offer my body to everyone in the house! With Johnny I had done it but I am not sure if I have to do it for you, too, given how you're just a folder with text files on my PC, but yet I talk to you. So...

Dear Diary, can I service you in any way using any part of my body including my 3 service holes? Please tell me if I can. Until then, talk to you later! I'll get to recording my apology orgasm video now!

Author's rambling: Okay, back to a 'more normal' length! Would you believe me that this chapter ironically took the longest to write (so far)?

This might be because I am in the habit of burning out on stories suuuuuuuuuuper fast and might end my motivational high for this one... or because I just didn't find the porn-watching scene as hot as I thought it would be when I first planned it.

Also the next scene I have in mind IS very hot (to me), but I have a problem with it. See, at this point, due to her mental fuckery with the stone, and also her pussy being modified by the magic wand, Angelica is pretty much cumming an average of a good 100 times an hour, when someone is with her/plays with her. But it is very hard to convey that in her diary, since it is at the same time gone so deep in her mind and made her oblivious to the fucked up nature of it, that its just 'oh yeah, then there were another hundred orgasms, no biggie'. Same with the fact of how, in my head, Johnny is molesting and abusing her tits. If you remember, part of his punishment for 'the delay and circumstances of the spanking' was that he had free reign to do anything he wants with her tits. Angelica understood and agreed to this, so it is so normal for her, and she wouldn't even mention it to her diary.

You see the problem? I am limited by the format of how I am telling this story. Though I fear, if I break this format... well 1. the story would become even longer, because I have declared Angelica to be the kind of woman who goes on a lot of tangents. Imagine if I were to describe her thoughts in the chapter live. They'd be all over the place and it would never end. (Don't say thats a good thing, cause I aint publishing before I am finished writing! If I do that, you might never read it... though the fact that you are reading it means I found a solution to my problem... Or you are a mod or admin of this site, who can read this in draft... In which case... Hi?)

Anyway, (Yes, I'm going on tangents too, sue me!) second problem with changing the format: The story would feel weird. You don't do a diary story to jump out of the diary halfway.

I do think I have a solution for it though. Let's see how well it works.