Permissions

Three of them had access tonight. I was on a deploy, headphones on, the toy in because I had put it there at 18:00 on a schedule I keep.

The first vibration hit during a call with a product manager. I didn't flinch where the camera on the laptop could see. I typed sounds good and clenched. Someone, Evan, according to the log, rode the pattern higher until I had to mute and breathe through my nose. The corner camera was on. I knew at least two of them were watching when I slipped a hand under the desk. I came on mute. I unmuted and said the timeline was fine.

After, I wrote in the shared note: came at 19:41, did not leave the chair, you can keep the clip. Evan replied with nothing but a higher setting. I let him. I ate noodles with my legs shaky and the feed still live.

Being watched while I do ordinary things is the sex. The orgasm is a log line. I like that they can pulse me and I like that I can revoke them at a keyboard without raising my voice. Dry humor is just the interface. Under it I am very serious about who holds the token.