Diary of a Kinky Librarian

Friday changed shape when MasterDoc called me in the afternoon and said that he was feeling better, and did I want to come over? He left it up to me as there’s a chance of me catching a mild viral infection from him. I opted to take the risk.

The evening started off with me helping him clean. I was in a really submissive mood so it was easy for me to not complain and just ask, “What do you want me to do?” when he mentioned cleaning. I figured I was still due some sort of punishment from complaining a few weeks back and cleaning certainly is punishment. I’d much rather be spanked, but then he knows that I enjoy that. We had dinner. He sent me to go pick it up. He had me make the salad to go with dinner. I was ultimately happy to just spend time with him, although of course I was hoping that some play would be involved. Lucky for me, he decided to have me ride the “horsey” (sybian). Now, he had run out of lube, so he had to make sure I was good and wet before putting me on the horsey. He did this by dripping hot wax over my body, especially that really tender spot at the crux of where thigh, hip and crotch all meet. Then he had me turn over onto hands and knees where he spanked and flogged me, and poured more hot wax over me. It especially hurt as it pooled on my lower back, or when he got it right in the crack of my ass.

He flogged me for a while, first with the small, stingy flogger, then with the large, thuddy one. He smacked me a few times with something that really hurt, although I’m not sure what that was. You’d have thought the way he worked my ass over that I’d have some lovely bruises the next day, but I didn’t have any. Odd. I got into subspace and just went off into my own little world. The pain subsided somewhat when I was in this state, but every now and then he’d strike me harder and I’d feel the pain again. He asked me if my cunt was wet, and I checked with my hands and yes, I was very wet.

He had me get on the sybian on the floor in front of the couch. As always he controlled the machine, getting me really worked up. (I’m getting so hot writing about this.) He flicked his fingers sharply at my nipples, which really hurt. He also used the crop on my breasts a bit. (The only bruise of the day was one I still have on my left breast. He generally doesn’t bruise breasts, so this was unusual. But as always I love my bruises as a reminder of the fun we had.) He interrogated me a bit about things I was going to do to help get him more pussy. Of course in that state I’ll agree to just about anything.

He cranked up the vibration and I got right on the edge of coming. I begged to be allowed to come and he let me. I came so hard and so loud I’m surprised the police didn’t come knocking on the door. lol He told me to quiet down so I buried my face into his thigh and shut my mouth, moaning through my shut mouth. He let me lay down for a bit after this to recover. I was a very happy woman.

Surprisingly there was no fucking, or me going down on him. It’s just how the evening worked out. Soon I had to head home as we both had work the next morning. I slept very well that night.