March's Story! The Library The lights around me go dark w..

March's Story!


The Library

The lights around me go dark with an ominous “click”.
“Ahh, fuck….not again,” I sigh as I hastily gather my things and prepare to bolt for the door.

This isn’t the first time I’ve almost been trapped here overnight, and i’ve been given numerous warnings by the librarian that if I got locked in I wasn’t going to like it very much.
A sudden stillness to the air tells me I’m too late. I swallow audibly and try to meld into the chair, but I can already feel her watching me.

*clack* *clack* *clack* The sound of stilettos approaching echoes between silent shelves, heralding her approach with the chill of dark intent. I want to run, but something about the measured “clack* *clack* *clack* growing louder with every step has bound me where I sit.

“I gave you plenty of warning,” a voice purred near my ear. My mouth runs dry, my tongue unable to form words. “I’ve been waiting for this chance,” she continues. “You think I haven’t seen you...fondling yourself under your skirts as you read...or maybe you do, and you WANT me to watch you. Is that it? Is that why you never wear panties?”

As my eyes adjust to the darkness of the library I see she’s wearing a simple black underbust corset with thigh high stockings instead of the conservative professional clothing she wears during the day, and I wonder how long she’s been planning this.

She says no more as I feel the straps on my dress pull tight then suddenly slacken as she snaps open a pocket knife and cuts them cleanly, leaving my chest bare, my nipples stiffening in the cold. I shiver as the sensation sends a little shock of pleasure mixed with fear down through my toes, a feeling that intensifies as the course softness of rope is slowly raked just under my breasts and around my back.

Here she pauses for a moment, inhaling deeply. “If I weren’t mistaken, I’d think you’re enjoying this a little bit.,” she whispers, hot breath melting up the curve in my neck. I squeeze my thighs together tightly, not wanting to admit she’s right.

The rope continues a serpent's crawl up between and around my breast several times before she pulls it tight into a neat little knot between my shoulderblades. Then a second rope finds its way around my arms and behind the back of the chair to ensure I can’t move them. A third and final rope is used to spread my thighs, bringing my feet up to the seat of the chair, my knees to my chest. I am now at her mercy.

She begins to suck and bite my neck as her fingernails trail across my breasts, and I shudder and whimper as my tightly bound breasts throb under her touch. She tugs on my nipples, and I cry out, the pain bringing tears to my eyes and a wetness to my pussy I’ve never felt before.

She chuckles and grins to herself. Walking around to stand in front of me, she uses one foot to tilt my chair back to rest against the table behind me before using the riding crop she holds in her hand to push my skirt out of her way. I shiver and squirm under the tight hold of the rope as she runs the leather strap of the crop up and down my thighs, trying not to jump when she takes little stinging strikes at my tender flesh.

I try to hold my breath and brace myself for the sharp bite as the cool leather presses down on my hot, pulsing clit, moaning in relief and mounting pleasure as she runs it instead up and down my slick slit. My back arches and my head rolls back as my whole body screams to be touched, my hands gripping the sides of the chair.

My entire body tightens as she sucks on a string of anal beads like a candy necklace, then pushes them one by one into my ass, a sensation i can feel through the top of my skull. My pussy drips with envy as she wiggles and teases the shifting mass inside me, and I moan a few breathy pleas at her, struggling under my bonds.

Tears of desperation and need for release begin to roll down my face as she stands donning a double sided strapon. She looms over me, letting the tip graze my clit, and I moan louder. Slowly she runs the tip of her cock down to where it presses against my opening, where I throb hungrily for it, needing to be fucked.

“Don’t you dare cum til I tell you,” she warns as she pushes into me.

“Yes ma’am,” I force out as I try to control the waves of relief already building inside me.

She pumps in and out of me, her body pressed against my aching breasts, still bound and taught and throbbing as if they might explode. Her eyes lock with mine, and she growls hungrily as her own climax builds. She pins my shoulders against the chair with her hands, arching up to push deeper inside me as she begins the thrust deeper and harder.

I start to shake, holding back with every fiber of my being, wanting to cum more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life, unable to break eye contact with this woman who controls me. Just when I can’t take it any more she arches back and nods at me. “Cum for me,” she commands, as she reaches back and pulls the beads from my ass. As all the pressure is released I give in, and wave after wave of ecstasy overtakes me. I cum over and over again as she continues to fuck me, riding through her own multiple climaxes.

Once she’s done with me she slides out and lets me lick my juices off her cock before softly setting the chair upright and untying my bonds. I tremor with aftershocks at the graze of the rope and the touch of her hands rubbing my skin. She grins in triumph an inch from my face before kissing me and whispering “consider this your late fee”.

I hear her heels *clack* *clack* *clack* as they recede into the darkness, her gait now more satisfied and languid. A single light flares on over the exit door, and as I gather my things and push through it I realize it had never been locked to begin with.