Fetish

Keywords: &, Tricks, the, Treats, for, Librarian,

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"Final edits posted December, 2006. The following is copyrighted, October 2005."

Most people never noticed the embittered Librarian. She was not a tall woman but not short either. She carried a couple of extra pounds but no one ever seemed to notice. In fact, no one seemed to notice that she even existed. She spent her nights alone and her days shuffling through the books that were housed in the city library.

She had worked there for fifteen years, every since she had graduated college with her better-than-average grades. She had few friends, no family, and even her cat had abandoned her. Her entire life had been spent watching others as they laughed and played and joined each other in the rituals of bonding. She had always been outside, looking in.

She had become withdrawn and bitter over the years, shut off from the world and unappreciated. She had always been alone. No one ever seemed to see her. Her appearance could only be described as mousy; she kept her hair pulled back in a harsh knot at the nape of her neck. Her clothing was dowdy at best, her face was kept plain with no makeup, and she wore horn-rimmed glasses. She always figured that there was no reason to bother with adornment, since no one would notice anyway.

She arrived at the library one particular day, a day she had always hated. It was Halloween. She detested the frivolity of the day. Children would be everywhere dressed as ghouls and hobgoblins, princesses and superheroes, running to and fro, laughing, screaming, making all that noise, destroying the virtue of library silence. It would play on her nerves and drive her to distraction.

Upon entering the marbled entrance-way the librarian knew she should have called in sick for the day. The air of celebration already thick, children and adults alike giggled and squealed in their appalling delight -- and it was not yet noon. Candy and treats were being doled out in ghoulish glee, and storytellers dressed in ghastly costumes were wringing shivers and squeals from their audiences. The librarian stalked silently to her position behind the checkout counter and found her bottle of aspirin. She knew she would need to keep it close at hand that day.

The hours ticked by slowly. Her head was pounding and she started every time an unruly child shrieked in fright and joy. She thought she would go insane from the thorough annoyance of it all, when a strange man walked into her library.

Whenever he had looked at her she always had the urge to pull her sweater in closer to her throat. Every day that month he had come in. Every day she had felt more alarmed. But never more alarmed than now. There was something disquieting about him. His eyes had seemed to penetrate her very soul. For the first time in her life she knew what it meant to be seen by another and she wasn't too sure she liked it. Still he was magnetic. She wanted to speak to him. She was afraid to speak to him. He was disturbing and frightening.

She was lost in these ruminations when she looked up to see him standing right in front of her as yet another child in makeup went by in giggling merriment. On his face was a broad smirk that seemed to say that he knew all about her. She was so shocked by his sudden appearance that she had to take a step back.

He was undeterred. He merely held out his hand. Some compulsion from deep inside made her take that hand without thinking, and he led her away into the night.

The early evening was full of rain outside, coming down in bitter and cold torrents, but he took no notice of the way her simple cotton blouse and knitted sweater were soon soaked through. He led her down the street to a waiting car. The chauffeur had the vehicle warmed and running. The librarian fell into its comforting heat with a shiver and a sigh. The man poured a brandy from the bar and handed it to her in silence. She had never had strong drink before and it burned her throat, but the warmth it gave her eased her raw nerves.

Apprehension made her hesitate as the long car pulled to a stop in front of the door of a huge house. She was not given much time to contemplate the sudden turn her evening had taken, as he pulled her out of the vehicle and guided her inside. "You're wet," was all he said as he stripped her sweater from her frigid arms.

Within moments a butler arrived with a wooden box in his arms. He laid the box on a mahogany table in the great hall, bowed and departed without a word. The woman was shivering in the drafty hall. She was uncomfortable and wanted to escape. But the man was so near she was afraid to move. Again he graced her with that knowing smirk.

The man's hand reached out and opened the box. Inside was what could only be described as obscene. The librarian tried to recoil in horror but he was too quick. He ordered her to stand still as he deliberately unbuttoned her blouse. With meticulous care he removed each article of her clothing until she was standing in the huge great hall completely nude. Her cheeks were stained with her humiliation as she attempted to cover herself with her hands.

He ordered her to drop her arms to her sides so that he could inspect her. She complied but she didn't know why. She wanted to hide. She wanted to run. But she stood still and did what she was told. He walked around her, looking her up and down until she felt she would burn up under his scrutiny.

Then he reached up and rudely pulled her wet hair free from its bun. He took a brush from the box and ran the bristles through her hair. He brushed until it had completely dried, leaving it free and shining down her back. Next he removed something that looked like a leather harness. He instructed her to slip her legs in as he held it for her.

He pulled it up over her buttocks and lifted the straps over her shoulders. It covered nothing. The garment left her feeling more naked than before. The area between her legs was left bare, as were her belly, back and breasts. The man then pulled the straps tight, forcing her breasts alarmingly high. Next he fastened a blindfold over her eyes and led her into another room.

She was breathing rapidly as he pinned her belly against something hard and cold and cuffed her hands over her head. Then he walked away. For long moments -- for an eternity it seemed -- she stood alone in the cold room. The coolness of the surface against her skin felt good. Her body seemed to be on fire with embarrassment and shame.

Then his voice came to her from across the room: "You have lived your life alone and afraid of everyone. Even yourself. Tonight I will teach you what you are capable of."

With those words he crossed the room and whacked her bottom with something hard and flat. She cried out in bewilderment and pain. "Quiet!" he ordered.

Again, he spanked her, this time it was harder. She tried not to yell but she couldn't help it. "You only make this harder on yourself," he said against her ear. He whacked her again. She could feel her flesh burning. She knew it must be crimson by now. And he swatted her bottom again.

By the last smack, she learned to remain silent. Not even a grunt passed her lips. "Good," he said. "Very good." With those words he unchained her and ordered her to her knees. "You will obey my every command and you will do so in silence. Do you understand?"

The woman nodded her compliance, afraid to make a sound. Then she felt his lips against her ear. "You will serve me without question." Again she nodded.

He removed the blindfold from her eyes and ordered her to bend over the table against the wall. She didn't hesitate. She hurried to please her new master. Her ass was burning but the area between her legs was even hotter. And it was wet.

She lay bent across the cold table for long moments before she felt him behind her. He seemed to hover there for some time before touching her. And when he touched her bare skin she flinched. He slapped her inflamed butt with his hand. "You will NOT cringe when I touch you, do you understand?" She nodded furiously, not wanting to anger him further.

Again his hand touched her swollen skin, but this time she bit her lip to keep from moving. "You are my toy now, my slave. Your only purpose is to serve and please me." He began to rub cream into her injured skin. The sensation was pure torture but it was also stimulating.

His hand came in contact with her anus and she shivered. All at once she feared that this reaction would displease him but he only chuckled. Then his hand moved lower to the slick wetness between her legs. "You are eager, aren't you?" He laughed at her.

Her face was aflame with mortification and again she bit her lip. He slipped one finger inside her and said, "This belongs to me, do you understand?" She nodded, wanting something that she could not quite name.

Then he ordered her to her knees again. This time he wanted her on top of the desk in the center of the room. She did as she was told. "No!" he snapped. "On all fours, like a dog."

She rushed to comply only to be subjected to a new humiliation as he ordered her to spread her legs. Her most private area was at eye level with him. He spread her labia and visually inspected her pussy. The librarian felt her entire body blush. He inspected her asshole with the same thoroughness and then pushed a butt plug in. When she grunted, he slapped her ass once more. "Silence!" She bit her lip as a tear slipped out. "You will leave this in place until I remove it."

When he was done with this examination he ordered her back to the floor and on her knees once again. She was facing him, not daring to look at his eyes. She could only look at his crotch as he lowered his zipper.

He ordered her to take his cock into her mouth. This was something she had never done before and she was afraid. But she was even more afraid of angering him, so she did what she was told. The sensation of having her throat pummeled as he pumped into her mouth over and over was arousing. And when she heard him moan and felt the spurt of hot cream in the back of her mouth, she was happy because she knew that she had pleased him.

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Keywords: &, Tricks, the, Treats, for, Librarian,