Little Book of Secrets Ch. 02

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Author's Notes

Foreword #1: All characters in this story are over 18

Foreword #2: Whilst the inspiration for this story may well be personal sentiment and experiences, the story itself is a work of fiction purely for your enjoyment.

Foreword #3: I need to say a big thank you to a real-life reader who got in touch on the back of my "Secretary to Slut - Susan's Story" to say thank you and to request a story of her own. This is not a retelling of that new story (you can find that on Literotica), but instead of the inspiration behind it and a fantasy world of secrets and sexual imagery which followed. Without her, I probably would be drowning in my personal depression by now.

Foreword #4: This is a second chapter to the "Little Book of Secrets" series. Although there is a quick recap at the start, you might want to read the first part to get up to speed.

Foreword #5: Apologies if you are expecting this to be a stroker of a chapter with lots of detailed sex scenes. It is not intended to be like that as I really wanted to use the mails to build up a picture of how our relationship had developed. The mails themselves are based upon the actual ones, corrected just a little for wording given that my real Claudia is not a native English speaker. Further chapters though will explore what happens behind each mail . . . each request . . . each order given to Claudia.

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So, here I was, a sad middle-aged man on the verge of depression with only a set of fantasies written in a black leather diary to keep me going. Page after page, the diary was full of entries, some embryonic and others more developed, but all with a single common theme. They were pieces of erotic fantasy. You see, that was my problem. After many years of marriage, my darling wife had proclaimed those immortal words which now dogged my mind.

"I just want us to be friends."

"I love you, but not like that."

"If I wanted it, I could have got it off the street."

"I don't want it to change."

You can argue until the cows come home. Am I just being selfish? Should I simply have responded with an "of course my darling, I'm so happy for us" and let life peter out into nothing more than barely platonic co-habiting? Maybe that is exactly what I should have done. After all, turning fifty is probably a bit old to be thinking about sex and all that. Instead though I took pen to paper and started to live out fantasies in my mind, and in this diary. Some made it into full blown tales, published here on Literotica, and others stayed as simple windows into another world, waiting for the day when somebody pulled back the curtains and revealed all their glory to a wider audience.

So, imagine how I felt when one day I lost that diary: my little book of secrets. Imagine how I felt when I read an entry which had been taped into the diary.

If you are reading this then I know you got your diary back. I must say, it was a very interesting read. Got me all hot and flustered as I recited what you had written. Bet you'd love to know who found it and more importantly what I am going to do with it. Oh, and before you think about disposing with the evidence, it is amazing what you can get up to with a mobile phone. Your secrets are mine now. I'll be in touch.

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It had been a strange few weeks since losing my little book of secrets. Yes, I still wrote, but nowhere nearly as prolifically as before. These days I was pre-occupied with wondering just who knew about my secrets and, more importantly, what were they intending to do with them. I had a successful job in a company which was very strong in terms of its values and morality. The last thing I needed was somebody using the diary to try and bring me down. I don't know what was worse, the waiting or the not knowing. When finally, an e-mail arrived, I knew the waiting was over, even if I still had the not knowing to contemplate. I read it carefully from my phone, hidden from sight in the men's room.

I guess you've been waiting for this. Don't worry Steve. Yes, I knew it was your diary as I recognised the handwriting. I am not intending to reveal your secret to the world. I must say it was a very interesting read though. I have a proposition for you, but can I suggest you reply with a personal e-mail and we conduct this conversation in more privacy. Better for the both of us, I think. Reply to let me know when you are ready.

Luckily, I had a secret mail account just for such purposes. Was there any harm in replying from this one? I guessed not and within minutes I had a mail drafted. A quick glance at the sender's mail address, didn't give anything away as to the identity or gender of the sender. In the end I kept it simple, a short direct mail asking once more who he/she was and what he/she wanted. All I could do was wait. It didn't take long for a reply to come in. Little did I know that this one mail would turn my life on its head, metaphorically speaking.

Hi Steve,

Mmmm, interesting choice of mail address. Ciao could mean hello or goodbye. I do hope it is hello in this case. So, yes, I found your diary on the floor and, yes, it was me who returned it to your desk but not before having a quick look inside. I do apologise, but you have to understand that it was lying open at one of your entries, so I really didn't have much choice.

I'm so glad I did though. You certainly have a talent Steve, a talent for telling hot steamy stories. I loved the one about the woman bitten by a vampire and her journey to becoming a succubus. Also, the birthday girl in the hotel room was rather hot and exciting. Not so sure about the brother and step-sister tale, sure it was hot like the rest but not my cup of tea. My favourite though had to be the secretary and her journey into the sex industry. So, I did a bit of digging and found similar stories on a site called Literotica written under the name of CiaoSteve. I guessed these were you also and judging by your current mail address I suspect I wasn't wrong.

Anyway, I wanted to say thank you, thank you. Secretary to Slut was my favourite. In my eyes this is the best story from you and one of the best I have found on the web.

The storyline leads her deeper and deeper in a world of sex. Then she made a decision, got back and was in the end standing between two lovers. You brought this story to a very nice ending. Reading your story brought me a lot of exiting evenings alone at home.

Well, let me cut to the chase. I am a married woman, soon to be forty. At work I am the head of a team and with leadership comes pressure and responsibility. So, there are some days when I would like to leave all this responsibility behind and just be told what to do. My partner travels a lot for work. Usually he leaves on a Monday morning and gets back Friday evening. I've sort of gotten used to it. Sometimes we find an evening opportunity for a little phone sex, but most of the times I am all week at home alone, and more than a little frustrated.

Let me come clean. I was hoping you could write me a story. Something personal, dear to me, something I could call me own little secret. Could you do that? I already have a few ideas of what I would like to see in that story. It would be about a business woman like me. Maybe you could call her Claudia (it is my middle name). Claudia is married, a little younger than me, and has a husband who often travels. When he goes away all she can do is wait, hoping for his return. One night though she meets a woman, could be in a bar or coffee shop or even just at work. This woman is more dominant than Claudia. Claudia is told what to do. Depending on your ideas this could be submission, bondage, serving women, perhaps being told to service unknown men.

Can you do that for me? Can you write me my own personal secret fantasy? I'll understand if you say no and, whatever your response, I'll keep your secret safe. After all, you've already warmed up many of my nights alone, so thank you once more.

Bye, Claudia.

Wow, I never saw that coming. I'd been worried for so long about my secret getting out and all this Claudia wanted was a story writing for herself. What's more, now I had a name to go on, so perhaps I could identify who this Claudia was, assuming that was a real name after all.

That night in the hotel, Nilda having topped up my glass of malt, I took out my diary and scribbled a few ideas. I was true to the ask, it was a story about a young wife called Claudia married to a hulk of a man named Steffen (yes, yes, it was my own name but sort of more continental in form as I somehow saw Claudia as not being English). He would travel, and she would stay at home doting after him. There had to be something else, something to make the contrast more extreme. Yes, that was it. She would be petite, he would be huge in stature. At home the passions would rage (Steffen would like nothing more than a rough fuck, any time day or night) whereas at work Claudia would be in the dullest of dull grey accounting jobs. Yes, that seemed to fit the bill. I added my own flavour to the story, making her a redhead and just a little conventional in terms of experience.

My glass was topped up once more and away I went, fulfilling another person's fantasy. A lonely week, with hubby away, culminated in an invite out for drinks with a couple of her male office co-workers. In a bar, she noticed somebody else watching them, a middle-aged business woman. The men left and whilst finishing off her own glass, Claudia was joined by this woman. Her name was Natalia, and she just happened to be the boss' wife. She was that bit more decisive, or maybe we should say dominant, and just wouldn't take no for an answer. A little food followed in a nearby hotel, washed down with plenty of fizz and an offer to stay over for the night. Reluctantly Claudia accepted, driven on more by the fact that the fizz had gone to her head, and the two headed upstairs. The next morning Claudia returned home knowing that what had happened that night, a hot lesbian encounter, was so wrong yet at the same time so exciting.

I left the end open, with an unexpected mail arriving from her lesbian lover, to see how the real Claudia reacted and whether she would want a second chapter. I sent a draft to the real Claudia and at the same time put the story up for all to read. It seemed apt to call it "When the Cat's Away", thinking of how the mice would play. I waited to see if there was any reaction. It took a fortnight or so but eventually a reply did arrive.

Hi Steve

Sorry for the delay. I have been away for the last two weeks. I did read your story. It got me very excited. You write very well.

The situation could be real. Yes, I thought about myself in her role. Having that night of pleasure with a stranger and then having to make a decision, to open the mail or not. I think right at that moment she will delete the mail, but the next day she will regret that decision. That next night she will not be able to sleep, thinking only about her encounter with Natalia. And in the middle of the night she will get back on her computer, opening the mail program once more. Fortunately, the mail would still be in her deleted mails folder. Claudia would open it.

Natalia would not ask or offer. The mail was an appointment. Same hotel room, right after work. Take it or leave it.

Bye, Claudia

Once again, I bashed away, sketching out the tale in my diary before typing up a second chapter. It was just as the e-mail had said. The mail deleted, she could not sleep, and finally she retrieved the mail and read it. An appointment, a command, that's all it was. Natalia and Claudia, together again in the same hotel. Cue the mental arguments, naughty over nice, good over bad, doting wife over passionate lover. Finally, Claudia's naughty side was the winner, and she joined her lover for another night of lesbian passion, this time with a strap-on to boot. I couldn't help but add in a few of my own takes on what a fantasy should look like, and this was one of them.

As usual I left the ending open. Another mail from Naty, but this time offering exposure in the office, was the tease of what could come next. I was longing to hear what the real Claudia would make of this angle. I mailed the draft to the real Claudia and posted the story for all to see. Once again, I waited for a response. What came back this time was an outpouring of sexual desire, of wanton fantasy, of sultry smuttiness.

Hi Steve,

It's me once more.

It took some time, but finally I did read both parts of the story. This week it is me again alone. He has flown and will not get back until Friday afternoon. Your story made me very excited. I have been a naughty girl and had more than one orgasm while reading.

In part two you describe very well her mixed feelings; to meet again or not, to try again lesbian sex with very powerful orgasms or not. In the end she could not decide, but a little blackmailing made her go there. Very hot description of their time in the hotel room. Natalia is a very good seducer. The scene in bed was great. Claudia wanted to control, but Natalia got control, keeping her petite lover on edge before finally taking her to heaven. Oh, how I'd love to be in Claudia's shoes. And in the end, making Claudia lick the cock, tasting herself, showed just what control she had over her lover.

Then the twist. Natalia is such a nasty wife, letting Claudia leave without panties to greet her husband. I am sure Claudia is sore down there, but she still has to satisfy him.

Ok, how could things go on? There is a lot in my mind.

What I did not understand is making her exposure at office. Does this mean letting others know about her lesbian affair? Or exposing herself more, like being in the office like a sexy woman in heels, stockings, garters, skirt and perhaps no bra so her nipples would be visible?

Maybe Claudia is longing for the next meeting, but it would be on a weekend with him being home and they had friends invited. So, the option from Natalia is to be with her the week before from Tuesday afternoon till Friday afternoon. Hard to decide, as Steffen would be home this week. Natalia would organise it as a business trip to another location (you decide, you know better). Maybe a kinky place or club they visit?

Starting scene on the Tuesday afternoon would be them checking in to a hotel, then dining. Claudia only in heels, string panties and black dress, no bra. Perhaps on a secluded table, Naty makes Claudia remove her panties, right there, right then. During dinner no sexy things, but afterwards Natalia picks up the string, turns it inside out and gives it to Claudia to gag herself with it. They take a ride in the elevator, all the way to the top and then back down to their own floor. It would be just enough time for Natalia to hike the dress up and fondle and finger Claudia. She would take her lover close before having to lower the dress when some other people joined them in the elevator. How would you explain Claudia's blushing appearance, the faint scent of sex and her inability to talk with those panties in her mouth?

When they enter Natalia's room, the dress is removed, leaving Claudia in just her heels. Natalia takes a silver fashionable choker and it goes around Claudia's neck, followed by a leash and a blindfold. Claudia is led to the bed, fondled, licked and fingered, but never allowed to cum. Finally, Natalia removes her lover's blindfold and takes a seat in an armchair, legs spread. Claudia has to serve her, to bring her orgasm after orgasm until Natalia is spent.

For the night, Claudia's wrists are fastened to the headboard, so she can not touch herself. The next day Natalia has arranged a waxing for Claudia. What do you think is better? Bare or a small triangle above her slit in short hair, pointing at her lower lips?

How about things for the following days like an exciting shopping trip, sex club, perhaps some bondage. A lot of orgasms for Natalia, Claudia once again held on the edge. But starting from Friday morning Claudia gets more orgasms of her own, again feeling the strap-on. She would get home raw, more than satisfied but knowing she had more to come once hubby got home.

Also, in my mind, perhaps Claudia will leave her job she is doing now or be offered a new one. Maybe Natalia makes Claudia her assistant. So no more going away for Claudia, more travelling, every day at office with Natalia.

Oh, how you've set my mind racing, so let me send you a little something back. Picture me alone each night, naked atop my marital bed with nothing more than the sound of your story playing in the background and the feel of my fingers, or maybe a little toy, up inside my tender sex. Listen to the sounds of ecstasy as I cum long and hard to your written imagery.

Do send me more. I'm so loving where you are taking me on my fantasy.

Bye, Claudia

I wasn't expecting such an outpouring of sexual fervour. It seemed that I'd tapped into her inner most desires and now they were flooding out, freed from their confines of expected conformity as if a dam had just broken. There was too much, way too much, to put into a single story but I also couldn't stop there. I would write a third chapter and bring the "exposure" element to the fore, but first I needed to whittle away at her brain-dump of sexuality and work out just what elements to include. For sure, the panties piece was quite exciting and the idea of submission with the choker, albeit maybe a collar would be better.

To be honest I couldn't wait to write the next exciting chapter. Yes, that's what it was, exciting. And that's what she was, the real Claudia was cast from the same die as many of the leading characters in my written fantasies. Boy, how I wished I could meet this seductive, sultry, hot temptress. She knew who I was, but still I could not find her. There was no Claudia on the company directory and neither was it possible to find a list of people who had been away for two weeks recently. Maybe, Claudia wasn't her real name anyway. Whatever, her identity was still a mystery, now a pleasurable mystery, but a mystery all the same.

I sent the next chapter and waited for her reply. What came back this time put a subtle twist to our virtual relationship.

Hi Steve

I started reading part three on Friday lunchtime on my mobile phone. Despite being in the office I could not stop reading, went on and on. So, in the end I missed the first minutes of an online meeting and had to apologise. Could you imagine my explanation of being late due to getting totally engrossed in a sizzling erotic story sent to me by a co-worker, written by his own hand? Don't worry, I didn't.

Later, in the safety of my home, I read it once more whilst waiting for him to return from his latest travels. Yes, your Claudia is very similar to me. I also would have dressed a little daring in my eyes, but not quite as revealing as in the story and for sure not good enough for Naty.