“May I help you, Sir?” I smiled sweetly.
“Um, no, uh…no.. it’s ok. I think I can find what I am looking for.” His handsome face flushed the brightest shade of red.
“Now, you wouldn’t want to make me look bad to my boss, would you? See him over there sitting at the entrance to the Reference Department? I know he’s staring because he’s been watching me most of the day.”
“Well, uh no, I uh.. well I mean… I see why he’s been watching you.”
“Oh?” I teased softly, my hand just barely brushing against his as it rested on the card catalog.
“It’s your legs. They’re magnificent.”
I coughed softly in a vain attempt to hide a smile. Apparently what I took as a general shyness must have been embarrassment over the topic of his search. “Thank you. It’s always lovely to be appreciated. Now, tell me, what are you researching and I’ll help you find the books. Even though this is a volunteer job, I take my responsibilities very seriously.”
“Well, uh… I… I was wanting to find the books about fetish sexuality. Could you show me the general area where they are stored?” I was impressed he didn’t add, “They’re for a friend.”
“Let me see…” I bent slightly over the card catalog, allowing my hip to “accidentally” brush against his thigh.
It was his turn to cough – a failed attempt to mask a small gasp of excitement.
“Follow me. They’re right over here.” Without looking back, I entered the stacks and walked straight to the sexuality section. I admit, my hips may have swayed a bit more than usual, but it was purely to distract him from his embarrassment ;)
“These are the sexuality books, and down here is the fetish subsection. What in particular is your fetish?” Calm. Direct. I knew I was leaving no room for him to evade the question.
His glance dropped for just a moment and then, as if he had found some sort of inner resolve, his gaze met mine and did not waver again. “Female domination.”
“Ah, I see. You’re submissive.” Again calm and direct.
“I don’t know, I -”
“May I have your attention please. The library is closing in fifteen minutes. Please check your materials out now,” came a male voice over the loudspeaker.
“Don’t let that announcement distract you,” I directed. “Finish responding.”
His eyes widened at my there-will-be-no-argument tone. “I think I may be. I don’t understand much about it.”
“I see. What did you want to know?”
“Well, everything. I am not sure – ”
“Why don’t you kneel there by the stack. No one but me will know you’re kneeling because I asked you to. They’ll just assume you are looking for a book. Kneel, and continue answering.”
“I -” he looked around hesitantly.
“Kneel.” My rosy-tipped hand brushed his cheek as he dropped to his knees. “Continue.”
“Well like I say I am not sure what I want to know. I read some stories about female domination on the internet but they all seemed so fantasy-driven that I thought I would see if I could find something more fact oriented.”
I was impressed. Not only had he spoken without stuttering, but he didn’t seem too terribly embarrassed by the obvious hardness of his cock. “Give me an example of something you read that seems to be wholly a fantasy.”
“Well, I would have said a man kneeling in front of a powerful woman he had only just met, but…”
Handsome, articulate (when not flustered), and funny.
“Humiliation. Why would anyone find being humiliated a sexual turn-on? That seems pretty unbelievable. I don’t even know how anyone could possibly be humiliated and excited at the same time.”
“Yet, you were embarrassed and at the same time a little excited when you admitted the subject of your search.”
“Yes, but humiliation and mild embarrassment are hardly the same thing.”
“They’re shades of the same thing.” I paused, then added, “Be a good boy and fetch that stool over there.”
Even though he looked a bit puzzled, he jumped to his feet, moved the step stool beside me, then dropped back down to his knees. I glanced at the stool and then expectantly at him. Immediately he offered his hand to steady me as I stepped up.
“Very good. Now bend forward and press your lips against my shoe. Slowly. There are still a few people left in the building and we wouldn’t want them to miss anything should they happen by.”
His face flushed again but he obeyed.
“Don’t pull away. My ankle is lacking in attention.”
His lips moved upward.
I paused to wonder if he’d noticed my panty-less state before laughing inwardly. Of course he had! “Kiss upward a little more. Perhaps I’ll allow you high enough to taste the warm, sweet, wetness your attention is creating.”
This time he made no effort to hide his sharp intake of breath.
“I’m sorry but the library is clos-” my boss’ words froze on his lips as he realized who and what he had stumbled upon when rounding the corner.
“Don’t move”, I directed the man on his knees. “I really must ask your name. Here you are, down on your knees for me, and I don’t even know your name!”, my playful laughter teasing him as much as my words.
“What is going on here?”
“It’s quite simple, Mr. Smith. I’m offering a lesson in the joys of humiliation. This gentleman didn’t understand, but in a few short moments, he’s found clarity. Even if he wanted to deny it, which he doesn’t, his body couldn’t lie.”
“This is outrageous! I -”
“Stop, Mr. Smith. Drop down on your knees beside me.” Calm. Direct. “I know you want to. You’ve been thinking of nothing else since you I told you this morning that I understood the appeal of being the boss – that being in charged was quite exhilarating for me in my private life.”
Smith offered no further resistance.
“Now.. what to do with two handsome men kneeling for me.”
“Excuse me, but the library is closed. You -” another voice interrupted.
I couldn’t help smiling. It promised to be a very interesting evening.
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This time for “Confessions”, I’ve chosen one of my long-standing fantasies – sex in the library – and added a bit of a twist. Quite a bit of this falls in the “I would never do that” category, but it’s really nice to ponder :)
“Confessions” is a simple little game. Consider the photo. Does it stir memories? If not, surely it stirs a fantasy or two. I’ll share mine and of course, you’ll share yours. Now… I’d be more pleased if you shared a few details, but I will settle for “did it”, “want to do it”, “don’t have the nerve to do it but dream about it”, “seriously I would never do that”,, etc.
Just so you understand that I’d receive the most pleasure from reading the details…
