ABC’s of Sex: D is for Dominatrix

Carla is a librarian.  Quiet, shy, conservative, nice.  Everyone loves her.  Everyone thinks they know who she is, but they only know half of Carla.  They have no idea what lies underneath.

Carla tries to keep herself busy at an otherwise boring job.  She helps people find books.  She sorts the books and puts them away.  She even holds a story hour for children.

But none of these things keeps her from daydreaming about what she really wants to be doing.  Carla has an addiction.  And she comes to work prepared to fulfill it.

She knows where to treat her addiction.  Carla is the only one with access to the basement of the library.  She carefully sorts through the books and finds the out-of-date ones.  She puts them in her little cart and uses her key to take the elevator down to the basement.  Most of the time, she makes sure she has a nice gentlemen along to help her take the books down to the dark, dingy basement.  A good Samaritan.

But once in the basement, the good Samaritan gets what he came to the library to receive.  First she turns on one dim light, illuminating only the area in which they stand and reveals nothing of the room’s interior.  She tells him to undress and she does the same.  She slowly takes off her blouse, revealing a leather corset underneath.  Then she unzips her skirt, allowing it to fall to the ground, showing her leather thong.

Then, she turns on the main overhead light, revealing all that was hidden in the dark.  There is a chain hanging from the ceiling rafter.  Several whips and paddles are carefully arranged on a table.  And her favorite pair of high heel over-the-knee leather boots sit next to the table.

She puts on her boots.  Tells her Samaritan to lie on his stomach on the cold concrete floor.   She walks across his back.  He moans with pleasure.  She admires the red marks her boots leave on his back.

Then she tells him to get on his hands and knees.  She takes her favorite paddle and hits him as hard as she can on his ass. He begs for mercy, but she doesn’t relent.  She knows he doesn’t mean it.

When her arm tires, she tells him to stand.  She locks his hands into the cuffs hanging from the ceiling.  She rakes her sharp fingernails down his back, leaving raised scratches behind.  She smiles at her work.

Then she gets out her whip.  She starts with a few gentle strokes.  She gradually builds force until she leaves welts on his skin.  He yells out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he feels each strike.

She knows she can’t stay in the basement forever and must finish the job.  She’s heard most dominatrices don’t help their clients finish, but she doesn’t play by the rules.  She always provided her clients with a happy ending.  She sticks the handle of the whip in his ass, allowing him a few strokes, before giving him what he truly wants.

She takes his cock in one hand, massaging him toward release, while pinching one of his nipples with the other.  He shrieks as she twists his nipple but stays erect in her hand.  She feels his muscles tighten as she increases the pressure and quickness of her massage.

He doesn’t take long.  They never do.  She soon has a mess on her hands.  She towels off and leaves him to his own devices.  Then, as the stranger sits panting, barely able to dress himself, she happily empties the cart of books and sorts them nicely.  She sends him on his way as she takes her time putting away the books.  She never worries about what people will think about how much time she spends in the basement.  No one suspects the nice librarian.

Comments

  1. Wonderful write, love the choice of a librarian for this…

  2. Oh my, Allura, you have excelled yourself here! The choice of a librarian was inspired, it’s always the quiet ones who have the darkest secrets. Very well written indeed. I think any man reading this would be running off to the bathroom very quickly. I think you should continue the adventures of this librarian.

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