Diary of a Kinky Librarian

I had been feeling horny, so when we climbed into bed, watching porn on the laptop, I got worked up in no time. I felt that familiar ache in my crotch. I was sure that I was becoming wet watching the actors on the screen. It was a scene with one woman chained up and two men taking their turns slapping her breasts and stroking her pussy. I imagined that it was my pussy being roughly played with. MasterDoc stroked my back gently and I closed my eyes to enjoy his touch. “I like touching you,” he said to me, and I smiled languidly.

I rolled onto my back to face him. He told me to get on my hands and knees by the edge of the bed. I dutifully did, my collar already around my neck. I yearned to be touched as my ass sat in the air. He slapped me, a stinging slap, first on one side of my ass then on the other. He warmed me up quickly and started hitting harder and harder. It hurt, but it hurt deliciously. He flogged me with the black rubber flogger, and its small ends stung me. He slapped me again and again. I could feel my ass turning a warm red. My head was turned to the side and I could see when he picked up the large paddle. He walked back behind me and said, “This is going to hurt.”

I put my head down and braced myself for the paddling. And it did hurt, but I found myself moaning with each hit. Not a moan of pain, but a moan of pleasure - a moan that went along with my growing arousal. It hurt, but somehow I didn’t want it to stop.

After the spanking, I was left on my knees playing with the nea he had let me have at some point. I rubbed the vibrator against my clit, yearning for more - more hitting, more pain, more pleasure, more touch. He made me look at him, and I looked in his eyes as I played with myself. He took a long look at me and I found it hard to hold his gaze. “Look at me,” he said again and I did. With my attention on him he said, “I’m going to count backwards from ten. And when I reach one I want you to come.”

He started counting, and the pressure was on. I furiously rubbed the vibrator against my clit getting my arousal up, but not up enough to come. Trying to get to that perfect point where I could come at the drop of a hat. He counted down slowly. 10. He got up off the bed and walked around behind me. 9. 8. I focused my entire being on my clit and the sound of his voice. 7. 6. As he got closer to one, I grew more and more excited. I knew that just by the sound of his voice and the power of his control over me that I would come at his command. He paused for longer between two and one than he had between the other numbers. And when he said one, I grunted and my muscles contracted. He stroked my ass and back and told me what a good girl I am as my cunt convulsed in orgasm. I kept coming and coming and he stroked the inside of my thighs, pressing himself up against me. Just by telling me to come, he enabled me to have the most amazing orgasm. I quivered, grunted, moaned, whimpered. The power radiating out from my clit took over my focus. I’m getting hot thinking about it.

He had me rest after and I lay down on my stomach, breathless. A short while later he had me suck his cock until it was hard and then he fucked me as I lay on my back. Even though I was incredibly wet from the orgasm before, it still felt like he was pushing his way into my tight cunt. I could feel his cock stretch the walls and slide into me. It felt divine being fucked. He plowed into me, thrusting and thrusting. I felt every stroke along every square inch of my vagina. He fucked me for a while, I held off coming as I know he doesn’t want me begging too quickly. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to come that time around. However, I was still glowing from the orgasm earlier and I didn’t mind too much. He fucked me for as long as he pleased.

After an orgasm and a beating, I feel so calm, so happy. My devotion to MasterDoc is rock solid at that point. No one has ever been able to make me feel the way he does.