Well, this is going to be embarrassing. I must admit, when I ecided to try making another email slave think of sending me a file, it would be anything so extreme. But after a chat with Angel, I decided that I'd earned it, and I would accept whatever this file told me to do.

When I got the email back from naughtyemailslave, it didn't seem to have any effect. I could read it (mostly) except for a few 'must do' bits, and I noticed that it said things like "when you are on campus", which wouldn't affect me because I'm not.

Still, I think it caught me this morning. I was carrying some forms down to reception, and I kind of bumped into Alice Glenn, the front esk admin, on the stairs. Sh's the best thing to a boss secretary, so everybody's a little bit nervous around her. I appologised, stuttering nervously, and knew I needed to do something to demonstrate my guilt at making her drop her coffee.

Almost without thinking, I let go of my the files full of forms I was holding, and reached desperately for the cup. I had no chance, it hit the floor, bounced and cartwheeled away down the stairs - fortunately not getting coffee on either us or the papers.

"Ooops!", I muttered, and turned to pick up the forms. I don't know why, but I found it almost irresistable to turn directly away from the iron fisted old dyke and bend at the waist. Now my skirt is pretty decent, but the fabric's stiff enough that I'm sure I must have exposed myself in that position.

She didn't seem to notice. Thank god.