Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Our original plans were to go to a swing/bdsm party tonight, but our area is getting lots of snow (or perhaps not quite as much as they originally said, but at any rate, it’s snowing and a little slippery out). So we changed our plans and went out last night. When we got to the club it was busy, but no one was actually doing anything. I was keen to play but not actually feeling very horny, MasterDoc was feeling kinda lackluster as well. We spent some time hanging out. I knew that if MasterDoc felt like it, he could easily turn me on within a matter of minutes.

Eventually we ended up in the back bdsm room, and he had me suck his cock for a while. This started to get my pussy tingling. I was keen to go on but he had me take a break, and we cuddled on the bed. I can’t quite recall how exactly we got started, but MasterDoc did something that surprised me, particularly in a mostly vanilla setting like a swing club - he slapped me. But he didn’t just slap me once, he slapped me first on one cheek a few times, then on the other, then back again - a little harder than he usually does. I let my eyes drift closed and swooned a bit. I think the shockingness of it and the controlled violence was a huge turn on for me. He had me take my top off and sit against the wall. There were a few onlookers by this time.

He had me get the nipple clamps out of the bag. As I packed the bag I wondered to myself why on earth I was packing them. He was nice to me and used the screws to loosen them a bit, but still when he put the first one on it pinched something awful. He pulled on the chain, twisting the clamp a bit and I winced at the pain. He put the other clamp on the other nipple and again it hurt so much. He played with the chain, twisting my nipples, tugging on the tightly clasped clamps. It definitely tested my limits of pain tolerance. He probably didn’t have them on very long but it felt like an eternity. When he took the first one off, my eyes were closed and I hadn’t expected it. I drew in a sharp breath of air and moaned. For the next one, he had me take a deep breath first and he took the other off. Immediately after removal usually hurts even worse than having the clamps on. While the clamps were on there were moments when I could take it and it didn’t hurt so much, but then it would start hurting again. I definitely feel like there’s a love hate relationship between me and those clamps.

He had me take my pants off so that I was naked. He had me suck his cock some more, and I did my best to take it in deep - all while trying to hold back my gag reflex. My mouth was wet and the blow job got to be sloppy with my saliva. My ass was in the air facing the onlookers in the room.

He had me turn around onto my hands and knees and he spanked my ass a bit. But saying “a bit” doesn’t really cover it - he spanked me hard. He slapped my ass so hard it was sore and tender right away. Then he got out the little paddle (actually a callus smoother for your feet) and hit me some more. It stung. He asked me if I was ready to get fucked and I said, “Yes, Sir I’m ready to be fucked.”

He had me play with my bullet vibe for a little while and I was so on the edge of orgasm. I wanted his cock so badly and wanted to come so badly. He lay me down and fucked me missionary style. I gasped and moaned, teetering on the edge of orgasm. I held off asking for permission to come, and after some hard fucking he decided that he wanted to spank me some more.

He had me get on the spanking bench. He used the big flogger and it thudded against my ass and hips. He instructed me to sit up a little, and he started flogging my upper back. Soon, he switched to the little, stingy flogger and was flogging my butt and back, alternatively. The little flogger really hurts on my upper back - it’s hard to take. But I took every hit. He had me bend back down again and spanked my ass some more. He was exceptionally rough with me last night. There seemed to be one or two men there who enjoyed watching me get used and beaten.

When he was done, he had me suck his cock some more. “That’s it, suck it bitch! Suck my cock. Suck it and get it hard and maybe I’ll fuck you. Would you like that?”

I stopped sucking for just a moment and said, “Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir what?”

“Yes, Sir, I’d like to get fucked, Sir”

I got his cock up and hard. This time he had me kneel on the bed with my head down. He slid into me from behind and I let out a moan. He slapped my ass and pounded into me off and on. I’d moan and groan when he fucked hard and deep. I so wanted to come. I asked for permission and he told me not yet. But he kept up with pounding me and it was so hard to hold back from coming. I’m sure he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I asked again for permission and he told me, “Beg, bitch.” So although it’s a bit humiliating in front of a crowd I begged him to let me come. Finally he told me to come and unfortunately immediately my muscles pushed his cock right out. Without missing a beat he slid his fingers into me and I continued to come, screaming. I would have loved to continue for a long time but eventually he told me that I had had enough and he took his fingers out of me. I lay down on the bed and asked him for a cuddle.

I find lately that when I’m coming out of subspace I’m pretty needy. I feel emotional and need cuddles and hugs. It was comforting to lay close to him and feel the hairs of his chest against my face. When I had come down sufficiently, we both got up and dressed and had drinks.

This was enough for one evening, and we left soon after.