Sam Mason: Are you happy to continue?
Karen Smith: Yes.
SM: Okay, so you must have been quite shaken-up after that last shift?
KS: Yes, I guess I was, but...
SM: But what?
KS: But when I got home that morning, I did something. Something I hadn't done in years.
SM: What was that?
KS: I...I masturbated.
SM: You masturbated?
KS: Yes. I drove home in floods of tears. I got in, had a long soak in the bath and then went to bed. The things she had done kept playing over and over in my mind. I suddenly realised, in spite of everything, I was incredibly aroused, and very wet.
SM: So you played with yourself?
KS: Yes.
SM: Did you make yourself cum?
KS: Yes. Twice.
SM: How did you feel after? Better? Worse?
KS: I felt even more ashamed. I didn't understand why I had been so turned-on.
SM: Did you think about her while you masturbated?
KS: I'm not sure.
SM: It's a simple enough question. Did you or didn't you?
KS: I did.
*
SM: When was your next shift?
KS: A few days later.
SM: Did you have any more urges in-between time?
KS: No.
SM: So what happened during this shift?
KS: Well, as you've probably gathered - her usual work attire was casual - jeans, sweaters, that sort of thing. On our next shift she came dressed as if she was on a night out.
SM: How do you mean?
KS: She wore a fancy red dress - it was very short - and a pair of high-heeled shoes.
SM: Did she explain why she was dressed this way?
KS: When she arrived she, straightaway, came and sat on the chair next to me. I was writing an email, and didn't look away from the screen, in the vain hope she'd leave me be.
SM: I assume she didn't?
KS: She said 'Look at me'. I turned to face her and then she asked me how she looked.
SM: Your reply?
KS: I said 'you look lovely Sarah. You always look lovely'. She lunged forward, yanked my head back and said 'that's Princess Sarah'.
SM: What did you do?
KS: I offered a very quick apology. I said 'sorry Princess Sarah. You look lovely Princess Sarah'. She just laughed and started goading me, saying things like 'I bet you wish you looked this good don't you?'
SM: Were you at all aroused by this?
KS: No, I was just scared.
SM: What happened next?
KS: She let me go, reached into her bag, pulled out a...a sex toy and said 'you know what this is?'. I nodded.
SM: It was a dildo?
KS: Yes. It was a black dildo. She told me she was going to fuck herself with it, and that I was going to watch.
SM: What did you say to that?
KS: I said nothing. I did as I was told. She stripped off her panties, threw them at me and said 'you know what to do with those'. I put them on my head and watched as she started thrusting the dildo in and out of her...her pussy.
SM: Did you enjoy watching her?
KS: No, I was still terrified.
SM: Did she say anything to you whilst she was fucking herself?
KS: She kept eye-contact with me the whole time, and was saying things like 'fuck that feels good'. Then she asked me if I could see how wet her pussy was. I nodded, but this wasn't good enough for her. She said 'say it', so I did. I said 'I can see how wet it is'. Then she shouted 'say it fucking properly!'. Then I repeated it - to her satisfaction.
SM: What did you say exactly?
KS: I said 'Yes, Princess Sarah, I can how wet your pussy is'. A few minutes later she stopped, removed the dildo, placed it down on my desk and she...she told me to clean it.
SM: To clean it?
KS: Yes. It was covered with her creamy white...pussy juice. I naively pulled a tissue out my pocket and she started laughing hysterically, then said 'Clean it with your mouth you fucking whore'.
SM: And did you?
KS: I picked it up, glared at it for a while and then, with my eyes tightly shut, I ran it slowly across my tongue. She wasn't happy with this though.
SM: How so?
KS: She leapt up from her seat, snatched the dildo from my hand and said 'that is fucking pathetic'. She then moved behind me and, with her free hand, grabbed my chin and prised open my jaw. Then she...she...
