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She straightened up slowly, her ass a throbbing, painful entity. It reminded her constantly of how she had spent her weekend. But here it was, Monday again, and she was at work.

At work, and showing Mrs. Carmichael, once again, how to log into her email account. Youd think, since she did it every Monday, that shed remember, but really, Mrs. Carmichael was just lonely. Getting free computer access at the library gave her a chance to communicate instantly with her daughter in Colorado Springs, and gave her company too.

A dual service, really. Librarians did so much more than check in books. They they served, really. The greater public didnt always see all the work that went on behind the scenes, caring for the books, keeping up on what was new, adding to the collections, shelving books, pulling for requestsand that was just the tip of the iceberg that was librarian services.

She thought she loved working the front desk the best, seeing who read what, noting that there was a new Cussler book out and wouldnt Mr. Hartman be pleased about that; it was a chance to interact with the public, and talk about something she loved most of all- reading. Well almostmost of all. There was that one other thing that came firsther Master. While she loved her job, she loved being Masters good little girl even more. Today she wore her professional demeanor.

Yet, yesterday shed been spread, face down on her Doms four-poster, as Hed flailed her ass good.

Why?

Because He wanted to, of course! Just as Hed wanted to bite her nipples until they were swollen, red, then purple, then so painful that she had cried.

And when His attentions had turned from flogging her to fucking her, with that rock-hard tool of his, when Hed lain on her back and fucked her backwards, his hands had reached under and squeezed her nipples hard, painfully, tortuously hard. She had cried at the beauty of the pain and pleasure He mixed for her, He fed to her.

Later, they had nestled, cuddling together. Hed told her He was stepping things up again, working to fulfil her fantasies, that she might not always like itbut that eventually she would enjoy it.

That always made her nervous.

A patron jarred her out of her thought-loop, reminding her of her task here, and now. Focus on the work. Ignore the sore ass, the aching of her well-used body.

She opened the book to scan the label and two small elastics fell out, with a note.

Put these on at the soonest opportunity. You can guess where. Ill be watching.

He looked at her, his smile polite, but his eyes like buffed steel. Her mouth half-opened, her heart began pounding. Thankfully there was no line behind him, no other librarian at the front desk with her.

She made as if to speak, but he shook his head, nodded towards the note.

Her Master had begun to stir the pot.

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She made it to the employees bathroom on shaking knees. Who was that guy? He had to be a Domfriend of her Masters.Why would her Master send a guy to work,for fucks sake?

yet, here she was, in the bathroom, sliding tiny elastics onto her bruised nipples, and trying to not cry out at the pain this caused. The note showed two loops, so they wouldnt be super tightnot at first.

Not until the nipples swelled up behind theconstrictingrubber. Not until they were partially deprived of blood flow for a while.

Her nipples poked through her bra. They were visible through her sweater. Not hugely obvious, but since she felt them so intensely, it seemed like they were giant red beacons, pointing out her status.

Slut here. Slut here. Lookit my tits. See my nipples.

She hated when He humiliated her like that. She was soaking wet already.

She went about her morning routine, partially sex-buzzed. She wondered if patrons could smell the sex on her. She felt hot and flushed, and her tits hurt.

The pain built like hot licks of fire along her nipples, under her breasts, along the sides. Every breath brushed them so gently against the lining of her bra, every movement jostled them in their cotton cage. She was bound by her submission, bound by those fucking elastics, bound by the need growing in her pussy.

He was in the library. Shed seen him upstairs at the computer table. And blushed. She didnt know if he saw her. She passed into the 541 section and put away the book on Physical Chemistry. She slipped into the 916 section, and filed the book about ancient Egypt, and stopped short when she beheld the last book in her pile: The Ethical Slut; A practical guide to polyamory, open relationships, and other adventures.

She turned the book to find the call numbers on the spine, 306.8423EAS. She looked up to find those silvery eyes on her, a half smile on his face. Hed stacked her deck! She walked to the very end of the aisles, and found the place in the stack where the book went. Human sexuality, and shed had no idea that her library had that many books on D/s, masochism, sadomasochism, and alternate sexual lifestyles.

She lifted the book to slide it into the vacant pot, and noted a piece of ribbon. She tugged on it and pulled out an egg vibrator. Taped to it, a sticky note.

insert A S A P

She had to wonder what he would have done if someone else had done this task; then again, perhaps he didnt care. She stuffed it into her pocket, and slid the book home, blushing furiously. For that moment in time, she didnt even think about her now painfully throbbing tits.

She headed back to the restroom, avoiding making eye contact with the man sitting there with the grin on his face.