The Library Crawl

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I must be crazy , Patti thought to herself. She didn’t look crazy. In fact, she looked the opposite of crazy, if there was such a thing, although it was true she didn’t look the way she normally did. At the moment, to the casual observer Patti might easily be mistaken for a librarian: her dark hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head, and she had on glasses and no make-up, and she was dressed in a long, conservatively-cut leather jacket that came almost to her knees. The black high heels might have seemed a little out of character, but not radically so. Yes, Patti looked very much like a librarian. Which would seem to make sense, as she was standing in the middle of the town library. Nothing crazy about that. Except that Patti wasn’t a librarian. She didn’t even like to read all that much. And the glasses belonged to her sister, and Patti felt almost naked without her usual, carefully applied make-up. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been in this library. She was only here this morning because… That’s what was crazy. Patti had come here, looking the way she did, because she had been ordered to do so by a complete stranger. A stranger she had never even seen. She had read several of His stories on a website for literary erotica and found that they resonated with her fantasies of sexual submission. She had contacted Him through the site and they had role-played as Master and submissive a number of times via email. Ooooo , the things He had made her do! Like going to work with a rope knotted between her legs. Masturbating through her panties while crouched down in the aisle of a supermarket, pretending to read a package label. (She had come so hard that she had fallen over backwards. Whew!) Running Şişli escort errands with a dribble of milk… which looked more than a little like semen drying on the side of her face. And now this. As instructed, she walked around the library for a while, idly pulling books off shelves, glancing at them and putting them back as she looked around. She had arrived early in the morning hoping the library would be deserted and it was, for the most part. There was a real librarian sitting at a desk near the door, a couple of middle-aged women looking through the video section and a scholarly-looking man seated at one of the computer desks, apparently doing research of some kind. Slowly Patti made her way toward the back of the library. The shelving ran horizontally across the floor of the building, and once she had turned and gone down one of the aisles, she was no longer visible to anyone at the front. Perfect. She allowed herself one peek around the corner to make sure no one was headed her way, looking over the top of her glasses as she could hardly see anything through them. She took a long breath to steady herself. I really must be crazy, she thought, one last time. I could just tell Him I did what He told me… He’d never know. Then, as instructed, she quickly unfastened her jacket and let it drop to the floor. Underneath she was wearing only her black high heels, stockings and her most frilly and feminine white bra and panties. And, around her neck: a leather collar with a leash trailing down her back–both in lavender. She shivered for a moment, covered in goosebumps, as she looked down at herself. Crazy, she thought. If I get caught… But, oh god, it was so exciting! She imagined Him, her unseen Master, standing Sultangazi escort bayan across the aisle from her, watching her obey His instructions, enjoying the sight of this ‘librarian’, with her glasses and tight hair, stripping to her undies before Him in this public place… and felt herself beginning to moisten. She imagined His eyes on her as she got down on her hands and knees and pulled the end of the leash out of the back of her panties, where it had been tucked so as not to hang below her jacket, and dropped it to the floor beside her. She imagined Him picking up the leash and giving her a playful flick on the behind to indicate what she was to do next. Then, as He had instructed, Patti began to crawl. She crawled slowly down the aisle and looked carefully around the corner before turning and crawling up the next, always imagining Him beside her; leading her along, tugging gently on her collar if she slowed down. Her breasts seemed unnaturally heavy beneath her. Her breath sounded horrendously loud in her ears, ragged as it was with both fear and arousal, and she tried to control it, but the motion of crawling seemed to be making her pussy-lips rub together… oh god. She imagined Him smiling pleasantly down at her, enjoying her distress, as she crawled along beside him. When she had made complete circuits of several aisles on her hands and knees she returned to where she had dropped her jacket. Then, as instructed, she put her head down on the floor, her forehead grazing the carpet. Her glasses immediately slipped down her nose and she removed them and put them to one side. Then, as He had ordered her to do, she slipped a hand inside her now extremely moist panties… and began to stroke herself. Escort Taksim In her imagination she saw herself as He might see her. Oh god, she was such a little slut, down on the floor of the public library in her bra and panties, ass in the air, hand between her legs… If anyone should come along now there would be no chance to hide or cover up what she was doing. And, she didn’t care. She loved pretending she had to follow His orders, even if they were risky, or humiliating or both. Especially if they were both. Oh, if only she knew what He really looked like, so she could completely visualize Him, now standing behind her, in her imagination, watching the motion of her hand inside her panties. Oooo…she was going to come any second… ohhhh… ohhhhhh… Then she slowed for a moment, grimacing. If only this collar weren’t so tight, she thought to herself. It’s really distracting. She hadn’t noticed it before, but now the leather collar seemed to be constricting her breathing somewhat. Was it because she was so excited? No, now it was definitely getting tighter. Maybe she was kneeling on the leash… She started to turn her head to look, but suddenly the pressure on her throat increased ten-fold, forcing her head upward–and then she realized… someone had taken hold of the leash! Oh god… She started to gasp out loud, but at that instant a large hand clamped itself over her mouth. “Shhhhh,” was all she heard from behind her. Patti had a moment of blind panic. She wanted to bite the hand that covered her mouth and then scream for help. But after a moment common sense prevailed: if help did come, how would she explain her lack of clothing? Whose story would they believe, the man, and it was definitely a masculine hand covering her mouth, behind her? Or would they believe the woman in her bra and panties (the latter item practically dripping with her juices) with a dog collar and leash around her neck? Gee, I wonder, Patti thought to herself sardonically.

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