The Price of a Raise: A Secretary's Wife's Humiliation Diary Has Been Updated

My name is Ivy, I'm 28 years old, and I was originally just an ordinary woman working as an administrative secretary at an insurance company. After work, I would go home to be a wife and mother. But one decision by my husband changed my life.
My husband is the head of the IT department at an international company. One night in bed, he suddenly said to me, "Honey, I want to quit!" I replied, "Are you kidding me? We're supporting each other. How can I get paid if I'm the only one working? You know I go to work just to pass the time and earn money to buy flowers."
[husband: "I've saved up some money. Now that the economy is improving, I want to try my luck and start my own business. Even in the dead of night, with me by your side, there's no chance for a wage earner to get ahead!"]
After we talked for a while, he kissed my neck. I forget what he said after that, and then we did what a husband and wife do—make love. I remember he was particularly energetic that night, maybe as compensation!
Later, my husband indeed quit his high-paying job and started his own company. But unfortunately, he spent all his savings, his company still hadn't thrived, and he didn't even have the money to pay the mortgage!
In the end, I had no choice but to ask my boss, Michael, for a raise and an advance of three months' salary to solve my immediate problem.
That day, I deliberately dressed to be sexy and radiant. I wore a silky white semi-transparent fitted blouse, without an undershirt, just a pink bra, a short fitted skirt that was only about 5-6 inches above the knee, a pair of new black mesh designer Wolf XXX stockings, and 3-inch pointed-toe heels. I rarely wear heels because they are really tiring! Looking in the mirror, I really looked a bit like the secretary of one of those AV actresses on my husband's computer.
Back at the office, I kept thinking about how to tell Michael. Time ticked by, and with it almost time to leave, I started to feel anxious.
Taking a deep breath, I rushed into Michael's office and told him my request. Michael didn't respond immediately. I noticed Michael's gaze sweeping over my body before he told me he'd think about it.
The next day when I returned to the company, Michael called me into his office, handed me a briefcase, and said, "This is the first condition for your raise. If you are willing to accept the second condition, then follow the terms written inside."
I returned to my seat with the briefcase, opened it, and saw what was inside. For a moment, I didn't know how to react. At first, I thought it was some kind of document or project that I needed to process.
Who would have thought that the briefcase contained a set of sexy lingerie, a black, see-through lingerie set. Inside was a note that read: "If you agree to the second condition, please change into what's in this bag and then enter my office."
I sat in my seat for the entire morning without even eating lunch. My mind was in turmoil. On one hand, I was trying to figure out what the second condition would be (although I had prepared for the worst, the series of events that followed were beyond my expectations), and on the other hand, I was worried about my family's finances (the bank had called repeatedly to urge us to make the payments).
It was almost time to leave work when Michael sent me an email saying, "I'll be leaving the office at six." I knew his email was an invitation for me to make a decision quickly.
At that moment, my heart was truly in turmoil.
Finally, I took my briefcase into the restroom, took off my shirt, skirt, bra, and undershirt (this act became a turning point in my life, plunging me into despair), and changed into that black, see-through lingerie. I had never worn such sexy lingerie before; my breasts and genitals were visible through the black lace, even more alluring than complete nudity. I put my shirt and skirt back on, walked towards Michael's office, entered, and closed the door. With tears in my eyes, I said to him, "I'm willing to accept the second condition."
Michael: "Good! Did you do what I asked you to do?"
Me: "I did it."
Michael: "How should I know?"
Me: "I did it as I said!" "Ok! Show it to me."
I knew Michael was deliberately trying to make things difficult for me at that moment, and I really wanted to slap him and call him a jerk. But I knew I had no other choice. I unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time from top to bottom, then pulled it open, letting Michael see the black lacquer I was wearing. My full breasts were also partially revealed to him.
At that moment, my eyes were already filled with tears. I fought back them and said to him, "Have you seen enough?"
"And what's next?" Me: "What?"
His gaze fell on my most private area. I moved the chair back a little, pulled up the hem of my skirt, and then spread my legs.
Me: "Did you see that?"
He shook his head, gesturing for me to stand up. I had no choice but to stand up, take off my skirt, and let him see it for himself.
Then he took a key card from a drawer and handed it to me. What I had predicted was finally happening. It was a key card for a five-star hotel in Admiralty. Michael wanted me to be in this lingerie and arrive at my hotel room before 8 p.m. that evening.
After I tidied my clothes, I left Michael's office and returned to my seat. I saw Michael make a few phone calls, a lewd smile on his face.
I called my husband to tell him I had dinner plans with friends and that he didn't need to wait for me. Michael left the office before me; as he passed my seat, he gently stroked my back and reminded me of my date.
I arrived at the hotel promptly at eight, my mind racing with thoughts of what was about to happen. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I opened the hotel room door. Would Michael be in the room? What should I say first? Or should I say nothing, just strip naked, lie on the bed, and let him have his way?
Upon entering the hotel room, I found it empty. On the bed lay a note and a briefcase. The note read: "Please
take of all your closets, only warm under warm. Then warm the stup prepared for you. Wishing you have an excitated light." The briefcase contained an eye mask. I was truly terrified, but I had no choice. I followed the instructions on the note, stripped off my clothes until I was only wearing my black lacy lingerie, put on the eye mask, and lay quietly on the bed, waiting for someone to enjoy my body.
A moment later, I heard the door open. The expected thing was about to happen: I was about to be penetrated by a man other than my husband. Just thinking about it made tears well up in my eyes.
I
felt a pair of hands constantly stroking my body, and then he moved his hands to my full breasts, kneading them continuously. He took off my bra and undershirt, and then his mouth kept sucking on my nipples. The feeling was hard to describe, but it made my whole body feel soft, just like when my daughter was breastfeeding.
He tried to kiss my mouth, and I tried to avoid it, but in the end I gave in. He kept pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, and I could only silently accept it, unable to do anything but let the tears keep flowing.
Then he pressed his body against me and slowly inserted his penis into my vagina. My vulva was welcoming a male organ other than my husband's. After the entire penis was swallowed by my vulva, he began to thrust repeatedly, and I unconsciously let out lewd moans.
Suddenly he stopped, and I felt his penis twitch inside my vagina; I believed he had ejaculated. His penis went limp and slowly withdrew from my body.
Just when I thought it was over, my vagina was forcefully stretched open again by a penis. Completely unprepared, I involuntarily cried out. This penis was thicker and harder than before, and the thrusting was more intense. But he ejaculated after only a short time, I guess because he had been holding back for a long time.
After he pulled out, I was suddenly turned over, from facing the ceiling to facing the bed. Then I was pulled to the bedside, my upper body bent over the bed, and my lower body kneeling beside the bed. Then he tied my hands behind my back with something that looked like a leather belt. At that moment, the scene of Liang Xwei tying Tang Z's hands with a leather belt in the pornographic video immediately flashed into my mind.
I was terrified at that moment. With my hands bound, I couldn't even put up a final act of resistance. Would my life end here, and would I never see my lovely daughter and my beloved husband again?
He thrust his penis forcefully into my vagina. It was thinner than before, but much longer, reaching deep inside, causing me great pain. He continued thrusting, and suddenly he grabbed my long, flowing hair. I cried out, my head forced back. The pain was so intense that tears streamed down my face through my blindfold.
I felt like a mare being repeatedly thrust into. Thankfully, he pulled my hair and thrust dozens of times before ejaculating. At that moment, I felt worse than death.
After he pulled out, his penis kept going in and out of my vagina. I couldn't tell whether it was thick, thin, long, or short, and I lost count of how many times I was raped.
As my consciousness began to fade, everything seemed to stop, and the leather straps binding my hands were loosened. Just as I was about to remove my blindfold to see who had raped me, someone pressed my hands down and whispered in my ear, "please wait, let us go ahead first."
Then I heard the sound of a door opening and closing. I removed my blindfold, and I was alone in the hotel room. There were seven or eight condom wrappers on the bedside table. (Later, I learned from Michael that I had had sex with three men that night. He didn't reveal whether he was involved, but given what happened later, it didn't matter whether he was involved that night or not.)
I glanced at my watch; it was already midnight. I also noticed the red welts on my arms near my wrists from the leather straps. Although I felt exhausted, I didn't want my husband to worry or suspect anything, so I dragged my weary body out of the hotel and took a taxi home.
When I got home, my husband and daughter were already asleep. I immediately ran into the shower and sprayed water all over my genitals. I felt utterly filthy and disgusted. Thinking about what had just happened, tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably.
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