Good morning gentle readers!
Spring is over here in Georgia. It’s summer now. Spring apparently only lasts for a few weeks in March and April, something my wardrobe was not prepared for. This Illinois girl likes her loose fitting sweat shirts and cozy-comfy pajamas, but because it heats up so quickly here I find myself changing back into my ‘work clothes’ when I get home at night. That becomes a problem as I’m in desperate need of a bra after 9 hours of free-swinging at the office, but the air is so warm I feel like getting naked again. I don’t like turning air conditioning on so early in the season, I kind of want to hold off on that till June. If someone has any good advice on how to avoid the long term droops it would be appreciated.
I’ve talked a bit about my sessions with Ms. East, I’ve set up the atmosphere in her office and the invasive nature of her examinations, so I guess it’s time to the meat of the matter.
After she finishes her examination Ms. East removes her disposable gloves and tosses them in the trash. Sometimes she tells me to kneel, sometimes she tells me to stay standing. Every time she goes back to her desk, sits down, and begins jotting notes on a yellow legal pad. It’s been a few weeks and now she has pages and pages of notes on me. I’m not sure what they are all about, can’t really see in the dim, but she is very diligent about noting something.
I stand or kneel for at least five minutes before she will look up from her desk. By this point I’m all wrapped up in anticipation, my body knows something is coming but is not sure what and that uncertainty is keeping me aroused. She has a way of staring at me without focus, gazing I guess. She gazes at a part of me never breaks her gaze until I move, toes flex, finger twitch, a deep breath, whatever. Then she sighs, gets up, rounds the desk and stands close enough to me that I can feel the heat through her clothes, smell her sweet breath. Because Of that, I know she knows how excited I am, as if the moisture between my legs or the hardness of my nipples was not evidence enough.
My head is swimming at this point, her poise is amazing, somehow I’ve handed the control of my sexuality over to her. In that moment I’m gay or straight, sub or dom; whatever she wants me to be I am willing to be it.
“Are you aroused, Mailgirl?”
“Yes Ma’am,” I dutifully reply.
“Would you like more training in that regard?”
“Yes Ma’am.” By this point I’m positively quivering.
Ms. West will cross her arms and circle me, one of her thin fingers always finding a way to tap on her perfect teeth. She appraises me again. This is when she gets creative. She has ordered me to take a position and hold it until my muscles threaten to collapse from exertion, she’s asked me to masturbate for her but had me stop short of orgasm, but the worst is when she opens the cabinet; It’s a office cabinet like any other, marked with a printed label that reads “Training Materials”. In the cabinet is all kinds of clamps, plugs, straps, crops, and braces. Sometimes she gets something out to use on me, other times she has had me select my own. We spend the rest of the hour training me on the use of whatever equipment was produced.
I am not allowed to orgasm without permission. She never gives permission.
I used to beg. Now I bite my lip.
When the hour is up she releases me and I run to the locker room. If I’m lucky another mailgirl is in there to shower with me. If not I take care of it myself. I’ll come hard, hose off, and be back on the clock in ten minutes. Even after all that I’m still wound up. It might take a full hour to catch my breath, but for the rest of the day I’m overstimulated. My senses are sharper. I feel eyes on me. I’m aware of the slighted change of temperature or the slightest touch on my skin. It’s weird, almost like I’m a first time mailgirl all over again.
I like it. Ms. East is a good trainer. It’s not the same type of training I would use but it is effective. I am taking notes.
I will let my loyal readers know of any further developments. I only have a week of training left. Wish me luck!
At the next board meeting I will present the Mailgirl Valuation Program. As I’ve already told you about the Efficiency Quotient and Aesthetic Value, its time to discus the Experience Modifier.
In many ways experience is the easiest concept to quantify. It’s like any other job interview. “Have they done this before? What sort of education do they have? Is she a goer?”
Hunh? A goer? What’s that?
Well I can’t win every battle. There was a lot of give and take in these negotiations.
Lets start with the first factor: Education. This is easy. Just find out what the highest completed degree a mailgirl has and you can figure it out. Mailgirls with no formal education get a “0”, high school diploma or equivalent get “+0.25”, a two-year associates degree is worth “+0.5”, a college bachelors degree gets “+0.75”, and post-graduate degrees like Masters and Doctorates get a full “+1”. So education level is very straightforward. The more education the more valuable the mailgirl.
Next up is Renewals. Also very easy to determine; a mailgril with no completed contracts gets a “+0”, a mailgirl with a completed internship gets “+0.25”, a mailgirl who has completed a full two-year contract gets “+0.5”, once a mailgirl has completed two contracts she gets “+0.75”, and a mailgirl after three contracts or later gets a full “+1”. This makes so much sense as it is a tough job and mailgirls who prove they can take it deserve to be paid more.
Then things get a little wonky. Certain board members what to track how much sexual experience mailgirls had on the job. Myself and the corporate attorney immediately shut that shit down as its an absolute invasion of privacy. Ditto to employees reporting sexual contacts with mailgirls. They wanted to rate which mailgirls were ‘goers’ and which were ‘prudes’. The debate raged.
Finally we came up with a system of self-reporting. Mailgirls could opt out and take a zero, or report whatever they wanted to on the Kinsey Scale. For those not familiar, the Kinsey Scale is a simple chart measuring degrees of bisexuality. A “0” is a 100% straight persona and a “6” is a 100% homosexual, the extremes having no attraction to members of the opposite/same sex. A “3” is a perfectly bisexual person in the middle of the scale (and apparently executives are convinced bisexuals are all sluts or ‘goers’). So a mailgirl can self report where she is on the scale and it adds to the total as follows:
A 0 or 6 is worth “+0.25”, a 1 or 5 (some straight/gay attraction) is worth “+0.5”, a 2 or 4 (mild attraction to same/opposite sex) is worth “+0.75”, and a true bisexual at 3 on the Kinsey Scale is worth “+1”. I hate that we are quantifying sexuality as a bonus or detriment, but since its self-reported I assume most will claim a 3. It’s not like they can be legally required to have sex with employees to prove their claim.
Plug the results into this simple equation: (Education + Renewals + Kinsey)/3 = Experience Modifier
So pretty straightforward and about as fair as I could get it. Next post we will tie it all together.
Time for the mailbag. This one comes to us from OddOneOut who writes:
“Dear Six. I was dragged in to my company’s mailgirls program 3 months ago. I am the 7th girl in our program, but the other 6 have all been mailgirls together since the beginning, about a year longer than me. I know I probably mistreated the girls a little when I was still one of the normals, I couldn’t help it, I wasn’t in a very high position so I liked having that power over someone else, it made me feel important… And everyone else was doing it. Now that I’m in the locker room too, I understand what I did was wrong. But the other girls won’t really talk to me and I feel ostracized from ‘the originals’. I’ve tried apologising, but it hasn’t changed anything. They always pair up during our showers, and I have to do everything on my own… I’ve been trying to just concentrate on being the best mailgirl instead. It’s embarrassing but it’s my life now. I think this has made the originals hate me even more, they always scowl at me when I get any praise. What can I do to convince them to accept me? Or am I doomed to wait for an Eight?”
Oh OddOneOut, that is a pickle. Once you’ve experienced how the other side lives it is a little too late to go changing your ways in their eyes. There is a level of resentment you will have to work past, and it won’t be easy. (Hopefully you did not mistreat them too badly.)
Apologizing was a good start, but they seem not to have accepted it. Being the best mailgirl you can be out in the office is a double-edged sword, it might score points with the office drones but it will do little to endear you to your fellow mailgirls. They are all trying to be the best mailgirls they can be too.
Your best bet, and forgive me if it seems a little bit silly, is to be the best mailgirl you can be, to the other mailgirls. Show up a little early and get the locker room in order for them. Clean their spaces. Make sure their areas are organized. When they step out of the shower hand them clean towels. If you see someone’s body wash is almost empty, go get them a new one; Don’t ask for or accept payment for it either. Just say “Thank you.” When they ask for what, say “for teaching me to be a better mailgirl.”
Now don’t expect this to be a quick fix. They might kick down at you a bit, just accept it and say thank you when they are finished. It will stop soon enough if you are earnestly being a mailgirl to other mailgirls. In a few months they will accept you.
You’re playing off the psychology of the situation. Mailgirls are obviously subservient to other employees. You were over them, but now are under them. They will raise you up to their level if you are subservient for long enough because they have to; Mailgirls are the lowest on the social hierarchy. That’s how we have to identify to function. There can be people above us but not below. So you see, they will have to accept you as one of them, effentually.
So give it a little while. Be helpful, be thankful, be polite. Take a little abuse if need be. It won’t last to long OddOneOut. Soon they will be inviting you into the shower instead of having you watch from the outside. And when the inevitable Number Eight comes around, whisper her the secret. And when she’s ready, be the first to invite her into the shower. 😉
Speaking of showers, I need to get to work. I’m really looking forward to my sessions with Ms. East this week. I’ve been thinking about them all weekend. I know it seems weird but I’m learning a whole new version of discipline I didn’t know existed. Five years as a mailgirl and I did not think I could be surprised anymore. So pleasant to find there are new things to discover.
So that is all for this week. Keep us and our struggles in your thoughts. For every setback there is a victory waiting to happen. And remember, Health and Efficiency matters!