Kelly Foster, a senior at the University, wore strappy black sandals with 4 ½” heels to make her 5’2” height seem taller.  She carried a solid black backpack over her left shoulder and a black leather wristlet adorned her right arm.  She wore a similarly black low-cut sundress that matched her sandals as she walked into the University’s Library late in the afternoon.  The dress accentuated her figure and, if there were any males in the library, they would have taken notice of the good-looking psych major.  Kelly, however, wasn’t interested in impressing any males.  Instead, she had her attention focused on the attractive, dark-haired and shapely librarian who ran the library’s Acquisitions Department, Chryseis Kent.  Kelly had first noticed Ms. Kent earlier in the semester when Kelly was doing research for a paper.  She continued visiting the library many times, even after her research paper was completed, just so she could discretely watch Ms. Kent. Kelly looked repeatedly for opportunities to run into Ms. Kent outside of the library, but when no such opportunities presented themselves, Kelly decided to stage an encounter in the library. She made her approach when she spotted the librarian replacing a book in the stacks.

Kelly walked over to the same set of shelves and feigned a look of confusion as she browsed the rack near where Chrys was shelving her book. Chrys, seeing that Kelly appeared to be looking for something without success, walked over to her.  “You look perplexed,” said the pretty librarian.  “Can I help you find something?”

“Oh,” replied Kelly.  “Thanks.  Do you work here?”

Chrys smiled.  “Not usually in this department.  I’m Chryseis Kent from the Acquisitions Department.  What are you looking for?”

“I’m Kelly.  Kelly Foster.  I’m a senior here. Psychology major,” she explained.  “My girlfriend sent me to pick up a book for her, but she didn’t tell me the title.  Just that it’s a bestseller by Dominique Aury. Some French writer.”

Ms. Kent looked at Kelly when she mentioned the author’s name.  “Dominique Aury?”

Kelly nodded.  “That’s what Corinne said. A bestseller by Dominique Aury.  Do you know where I can find it?”

Chrys nodded. “’I’ll show you,” she said as she walked across the large room.  “You were looking in the non-fiction section, but Dominique Aury wrote fiction. Fiction is over in this part of the library.”  She led Kelly to a section of shelves with books written by authors whose names began with the letter R.

Kelly looked puzzled.  “Excuse me, Ms. Kent, but shouldn’t you be looking in the A section?”

Chrys shook her head as she spotted a particular book.  “Dominique Aury was the writer’s real name, but her bestseller was written under a pen name – Pauline Reage.”  Chrys took the book from the shelf and extended her hand to pass it to Kelly.  “Her bestselling book is this one – The Story of O,” said the librarian.

Kelly reached for the book and let her hand linger on Chrys’s hand for a few seconds before she took hold of the book and looked at the cover which was black with white lettering.  The O in the title, however, was not a letter. Instead it was formed by a closed handcuff with the rest of the handcuff dangling vertically down the cover.  “The Story of O,” repeated Kelly.  “The cover sure looks interesting, doesn’t it, Ms. Kent?”  Chrys bit her lower lip but otherwise stayed silent as Kelly’s piercing green eyes locked on Chrys’s pale blue eyes.  “Have you read it, Ms. Kent?  Is it any good?”

Chrys caught Kelly’s intense gaze. “I read it a long time ago, Kelly.  As for whether it’s any good?  Well, everyone should form their own judgments about that.” She paused, feeling inexplicably intimidated as she saw Kelly still staring at her.  “Can I help you with anything else, Kelly?”

The college student shook her head.  “Not right now, Ms. Kent.  But I’ll let you know.  Thanks for your help.”  She turned to leave but then looked back at Chrys once more.  “I think I’ll read it too.  And then we can talk about it, Ms. Kent,” she said to the librarian before turning and walking towards the Circulation Desk, her high heels clicking away on the library’s marble floor.

* * * * * *

A week later, Chrys was working in her basement office within the library when she heard someone approaching. She looked up from the papers she was reviewing and saw Kelly Foster standing in the doorway of the office wearing the same black high heels and carrying the same black backpack and leather wristlet, but this time she wore a deep red sundress which also showed off her curvy figure.  “Ms. Kent!  Nice to see you again.  Remember me?  You gave me that hot book last week, remember?”

“Kelly, right?” asked Chrys.  “I remember. I thought the book was for your girlfriend.”

Kelly nodded as she let her eyes wander from Chrys’s face, down to her chest, and then back to her face.  “Girlfriend?  Right. Corinne.  I read it after she finished it.  It was uber-sexy.  You said you read it, didn’t you?” asked Kelly as she confidently walked across the threshold of Chrys’s doorway and sat on the edge of Chrys’s desk while still maintaining eye contact with the attractive librarian.

Chrys blushed slightly and nodded. “I read it a long time ago.  Did you enjoy it?”

Kelly stared hard at Chrys and nodded her head slowly as a smile crossed her lips.  “Yes, Chryseis, I did.  You don’t mind me using your first name, do you? Calling you ‘Ms. Kent’ makes you sound like an old spinster librarian.”  Before Chrys could respond, Kelly continued. “That was some steamy book!  Do you remember how steamy that book was, Chryseis?  How O gradually became more and more submissive as she was trained by Sir Stephen?”  Her voice was low and steady as she leaned closer to Chrys, deliberately invading her personal space. “I memorized my favorite passage from the book, Chryseis. Want to hear? I’ll say it for you. ‘If you do tie her up from time to time, or whip her just a little, and she begins to like it, that’s no good either. You have to get past the pleasure stage, until you reach the stage of tears.’   Isn’t that hot, Chryseis?”

Chrys felt herself breathing heavier as she listened to and looked at Kelly, who had leaned even closer to her. Neither of them spoke for a minute. Then, Kelly sat up straight but remained perched on the corner of Chrys’s desk.  “Anyway,” she began, “I only stopped by to return that book and get a new one. This one looks really good too.  Let me show you.”  Kelly reached into her backpack and took out a book.  “It’s an anthology,” she said as she showed the book to Chrys.  

Chrys gave a barely audible gasp as she read the title of the book -- “The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica.”  

Kelly put the book back in her backpack.  “Well, I have to go, Chryseis.  I don’t like to keep Corinne waiting.  She doesn’t like that at all.  But I’ll come back to see you again next week.  I’m sure there are a lot of other interesting books we can talk about in this library of yours.”  Kelly gave Chrys’s hand a squeeze and left Chrys’s office without saying another word.  

Chrys sat back in her chair staring at her hand and then at the empty doorway as she listened to the clicking of Kelly’s heels as the college girl moved farther and farther away.

* * * * * *

The following week, shortly before the Library closed for the evening, Chrys was in the Library’s Multimedia Section arranging a display of some newly acquired DVDs when a familiar voice startled her.  “Hi, Chryseis!”

Chrys felt herself breathing a little faster as Kelly came into view.  Something about the college girl unnerved and intimidated the librarian. “Hello, Kelly,” she said after regaining her composure.  “We’re about to close for the evening.”  She looked Kelly over and saw that this time she wore an electric blue sundress with the same 4 ½” high heels, only this time the heels were beige.  She carried her black backpack over her left shoulder and held the wristlet in her other hand. Chrys admitted to herself that Kelly did look striking and there was something about the girl that intrigued Chrys but, at the same time, something about Kelly also caused Chrys to feel anxious.

“I know.  The lady at the circulation desk told me that too.  But I told her I was a friend of yours and that I was meeting you before closing time.”

Chrys shook her head and looked perplexed.  “Why would you tell her that?” she asked.

“That we’re friends?”  Kelly’s intense eyes narrowed as she looked at the librarian. “Aren’t we friends, Chrys?  I can call you ‘Chrys,” can’t I?  I mean we’ve met three times now and last time we talked about that sexy Story of O book and I told you my favorite quote, didn’t I?  Remember?  The one about O being tied up and whipped?  I could never talk about something like that with someone who wasn’t a friend.”

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence between them before Chrys managed to speak.  “Why are you here so late, Kelly?”

“I was returning the book I took out last week.  Remember? The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica.”

“Right, the one Corinne sent you to get?”

Kelly looked confused.  “Corrine?” she asked.

Chrys furrowed her brow and looked curiously at the younger girl.  “Corrine.  Your girlfriend?”

Kelly nodded as if remembering something.  “Oh. Right. Corrine.  She didn’t read it.  I read it. I learned so much about librarians from that book, Chrys.  Have you ever read it?”

Chrys slowly shook her head.  “No, I haven’t.”

“You should put it on your reading list so we can talk about it.  Librarians and erotica.  Quite a combination, don’t you think?”  She gave Chrys a hard look which made Chrys blush and look away.  “Let’s go to your office, Chrys. I have a present for you.”

“A present?  You shouldn’t have done that, Kelly,” protested the pretty librarian.

Kelly’s eyes darkened as she clenched her jaw. “That’s what Corinne said too when she heard I got a gift for you, Chrys.  She wasn’t happy at all to hear that.  I don’t think she likes you much.”

“But. . .but I’ve never even met her.”

Kelly nodded as she relaxed a little. “Doesn’t matter. She gets very jealous when she thinks I like another girl.” Kelly looked straight at Chrys. “And I do like you, Chrys,” she said. “Now come on,” she said emphatically, making it clear that she expected Chrys to follow her. “I want to go to your office so I can give you your present.” She turned and walked out of the Multimedia Room.

Chrys followed, trailing a few steps behind Kelly.  As they walked in silence, Chrys’s eyes took in the back of Kelly’s shapely legs and the sway of her backside beneath the tight-fitting blue sundress, but then she looked further up and her eyes widened as she saw Kelly’s bare back.  Chrys closed the distance between them so she could get a closer look and saw a series of angry red welts crisscrossing Kelly’s upper back. “Kelly!” exclaimed Chrys with concern.

Kelly stopped and turned to face the librarian.  “Your back!  What happened to you?”

Kelly unconsciously reached behind her and rubbed her upper back with her right hand.  “Corrine,” she said in voice that bordered on being a whisper.  “I told you she didn’t like that I got you a present, so I was punished.  Just like what happened to O.  I was whipped until my eyes shed tears.”  She smiled at Chrys.  “I’m okay though, so come on. I have to go soon and I want to give you your gift.”

If Chrys was unnerved to begin with, she was even more unnerved now at having seen how nonchalant Kelly was with the fact that she had been whipped her with enough ferocity to raise welts on Kelly’s back.  These troubling thoughts stayed with Chrys till they reached her office in the library’s basement. Kelly had set her backpack down on the edge of Chrys’s desk and was unzipping it.  She reached in and pulled out a small gift-wrapped item which she held out to Chrys. “This is for you,” she said. As Chrys reached to take the present, Kelly grabbed Chrys’s forearm and pulled the librarian close.  

“Two gifts actually,” she said softly as she gave Chrys a quick kiss on the lips and, before the astonished librarian could take a step backwards, Kelly kissed her again harder, longer and more passionately. Her tongue pushed past Chrys’s lips and their tongue’s met.  Kelly squeezed Chrys’s arm, holding it tight, as her tongue dominated the librarian’s. When Kelly finally let go of Chrys’s arm and ended the kiss, she grinned. “I have to run.  Open it after I’ve gone.”  Kelly grabbed her backpack and wristlet.  As she left Chrys’s office, she turned and nodded at the stunned librarian.  “I’ll see you next week, Chrys,” she said before walking across the basement and heading up the stairs to the library’s exit.

Chrys stood there in shocked silence replaying the events of the last few minutes in her mind – learning of Corrine’s jealousy of her; seeing the welts across Kelly’s back: and sharing the two kisses.  The kisses troubled Chrys most of all because she had enjoyed them.  It had surprised her, but she had enjoyed them.  She wondered if maybe Corrine had reason to be jealous after all.  

When Chrys finally snapped out of her reverie, she realized she was standing in her office, breathing hard, and holding Kelly’s present.  Her legs were shaking so she sat in her desk chair and looked at the gift.  With a sigh, she carefully removed the wrapping paper and saw what Kelly had given her.  She opened her eyes wide and, leaning back in her chair, she uttered an audible gasp as she read the title of the book – “Bettie Page Presents: The Librarian.”

* * * * * *

True to her word, Kelly returned to the library the following week, again just before closing time.  She had made her way down to the basement where Chrys was working at her desk.  Chrys heard the now familiar sound of Kelly’s heels approaching and looked up to see Kelly standing in the doorway dressed in the same black sundress and heels she wore when they first met. She carried her usual backpack over her shoulder and held her black leather wristlet in her left hand.  She put the backpack on the floor and said, “Hi, Chrys.  Miss me?”

Chrys inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as she felt her heart beat quicken.  “Kelly,” she said simply to acknowledge the student’s presence.  

“That’s it?  Not even a ‘hello’? After we shared such a special moment last week?  Ms. Kent. Ms. Kent. Ms. Kent. I’m a little hurt.” She bit her lower lip and playfully pouted before coming behind Chrys’s desk and leaning over Chrys’s shoulder to see what the librarian was doing. “Paper work?  This late at night when you’re all alone down here?  You’re kidding, right? You have all the privacy in the world down here, Chrys, and you’re doing boring paperwork?  Tell me the truth!”  Kelly lowered her head so it was practically resting on Chrys’s right shoulder. She spoke softly to the librarian, who barely moved in her chair.  “Tell me the truth.  After everyone goes home and you’re here all by yourself, you take that book I gave you last week, read it and touch yourself, don’t you?  I bet the book is right there in your desk drawer, isn’t it?”

Chrys’s eyes darted to the lower drawer of her desk for just a second.  “HAH!” exclaimed Kelly. “I knew it!”  She reached down and opened the drawer. “Take out the book, Chrys.  Take it out, find one of the passages you like best, and let me watch you touch yourself.”  She licked Chrys’s right ear lobe after she spoke.

Chrys didn’t make a move or utter a sound, but she did breathe faster and she could feel her heart racing.  “Do it, Chrys!” ordered the student, who reached into the drawer and put the Bettie Page Librarian book on Chrys’s desk. Chrys stared at the book as Kelly opened it to the page held by what appeared to be a bookmark.  “Only up to page 75, Chrys?  Either you read slowly or you’re just taking your time with it, I guess.”  Kelly smirked as she leaned over Chrys’s shoulder, reached for Chrys’s right hand and moved it between the librarian’s legs. Kelly pressed Chrys’s hand over her panty-covered sex and helped Chrys to rub herself as she stared at the passage in the book. “Now, do it yourself, Chrys,” urged the girl.  

Unable to help herself or just caught up in the moment, Chrys obeyed the student and began rubbing herself just as Kelly had commanded. “But what about Corinne, Kelly?” Chrys whispered as she panted.

“Forget her, Chrys.  I sent her away.  It’s just you and me now.  This is how it’s supposed to be. Just you and me. Now rub yourself faster!”

Chrys’s breathing became more labored as she rubbed herself harder and faster. She was so close.  “Kelly . . . .” she said as she felt herself edging towards a climax.

“Shhhhh. You liked the present I gave you, didn’t you, Chrys?  You like that book, don’t you?  All about a naughty librarian.  I knew you’d like it.  You are a naughty librarian after all, aren’t you, Chrys? “

Chrys moaned and barely nodded as she continued rubbing her panties. “I also brought you another present,” said Kelly softly with her mouth still close to the side of Chrys’s head.

Chrys was practically hyperventilating at this point.  “Another . . . present?”  she somehow managed to ask.

“Uh huh,” answered the girl, who still leaned close to Chrys. “I have it right here,” she said with a lilt in her voice as she moved the wristlet from her left hand to her right.  “But, you can’t have it till you cum for me, Chrys. Slide your finger inside yourself and make yourself cum for me!”  Chrys moaned with pleasure and did as Kelly ordered.  

Kelly watched, fascinated, as Chrys pleasured herself.  Chrys’s moans became louder and louder as her right hand moved faster and faster.  She gave a deep sigh of satisfaction as she closed her eyes and felt a warm rush of ecstasy wash over her.  Kelly saw it all and smiled. “Wow, Chrys. That was amazing.”

Chrys slumped back in her chair, spent and breathing hard.  “You did that all for me, so you earned your present. Can I give it to you now, please?” asked the college student.

Chrys weekly nodded, unable yet to speak because the orgasm was so powerful.  “Okay, thanks.  Here it is,” said Kelly, who took a white cloth from a plastic bag inside the wristlet. She held it up for a quick second before pressing it into Chrys’s face.  Chrys raised her hand to push Kelly away, but she was not only too weak from her climax, but she had no leverage to resist.  She was sitting slumped back in her chair while Kelly stood above her and leaned over to forcefully hold the cloth over Chrys’s nose and mouth. Chrys soon felt herself getting dizzy before she began slipping away as the combined effect of her orgasm and whatever drug was soaked into the cloth took hold. She closed her eyes and succumbed, falling into a world of blackness where she no longer felt a thing.

* * * * * *

When Chrys regained consciousness, she knew she was in a lot of trouble.  She woke to find that she had been stripped naked and was bound spread eagle with her wrists and ankles tied to the legs of a large table in the library’s Reference Room.  The table had then been upended so she hung by her wrists with her toes barely touching the ground.  A tight crotch rope was passed through her sex and tied around her waist.  She tried to look down but couldn’t because a thick rope fashioned into a noose was draped snugly around her neck with the other end of the rope tied around one of the wooden beams in the ceiling.  

“Ahh,” said a familiar voice.  “Welcome back, Chrys.”  

Chrys’s eyes focused on the girl standing before her. Kelly was also completely naked except for her 4 ½” black high heels. Chrys looked around the room.  She saw Kelly’s backpack on another table and she also saw the black sundress and Kelly’s purple panties neatly arranged on a nearby chair.  But, what really caught Chrys’s attention was a second noose hanging from the ceiling near the chair and the ominous looking instrument in Kelly’s hand – a short scourge with tiny metal orbs knotted at the end of each of the scourge’s nine leather fronds.  The fronds were all joined at the top of the wooden handle held in Kelly’s hand. Chrys’s eyes widened with fear as Kelly approached her with the scourge.  Kelly smiled, “Don’t worry, Chrys.  This isn’t for you,” she said as she waved the scourge in the air.  “It’s for me.”

Then, to Chrys’s horror, Kelly flung the scourge over her shoulder and began whipping her back.  After six strokes, she switched to the other shoulder and whipped the other side of her back. Chrys winced each time Kelly struck herself with the scourge.  When she finished, Kelly did a pirouette in front of Chrys to let her see the red welts Kelly had raised on her own back. Kelly dropped the scourge and moved close to Chrys.  She leaned her head against Chrys’s left breast and raised her left hand to caress Chrys’s right breast.  “I could never hurt you like that, Chrys. Never.”  She kissed Chrys’s neck while gently stroking her right breast.

Chrys was afraid but tried not to show her fear.  “Please, Kelly,” she pleaded.  “Please untie me and let’s go back to my office.”

“No, Chrys,” she said as she moved her hand from the fleshy part of Chrys’s breast to her nipple.  She softly stroked the librarian’s nipple, teasing it, rubbing it, rolling it, and making it harden. Chrys began breathing heavier as Kelly teased her nipple.  Kelly smiled as she watched Chrys react to having her breast touched. Then, as Kelly’s left hand played with Chrys’s right breast and nipple, Kelly’s right hand moved behind Chrys’s back and gave the crotch rope a sharp tug, pulling it deeper inside Chrys’s sex.  Chrys began panting and her mouth got dryer as the crotch rope rubbed against her clit.  “It’s like in the book, Chrys.  Remember the quote from The Story of O? Only we’re both playing the part of O, aren’t we?  You’re tied and I’ve been whipped.”  

She moaned as Chrys toyed with her sex and her breast. Chrys grew more afraid though as she noticed Kelly’s eyes.  Kelly’s green eyes no longer looked intense as they had in the past; now they looked blank, distant and emotionless.  “Please let me go, Kelly,” Chrys pleaded again.

Kelly’s demeanor suddenly changed and her tone was sharp when she spoke.  “I already told you I wasn’t going to do that, Chrys, and I really hate repeating myself.”  She walked over to the chair and picked up her purple panties.  From the backpack, she took a roll of clear packing tape and a pair of scissors.  She cut three strips of tape from the roll and returned to Chrys.  Kelly forced the panties into Chrys’s mouth and sealed them there with the three pieces of clear tape.  “There!  Now I won’t have to repeat myself any more.”  

Chrys tried to plead with her captor, but any effort to speak intelligibly was lost as a result of the gag.  She breathed heavily as she pulled at her bindings.  Kelly watched the bound librarian struggling for a few minutes before moving close to her.  As she faced the tied and gagged captive, Kelly raised both of her hands to touch Chrys’s breasts.  She touched them lightly and then caressed them.  She held them each in her palm for a few seconds and enjoyed feeling how heavy Chrys’s large breasts were in her hands.  After a few seconds, she let go of the librarian’s breasts only to let her fingers simultaneously grasp each of Chrys’s nipples. Chrys moaned and breathed quicker as the girl gently played with her nipples again, rolling them with her thumbs and forefingers. Chrys, resigned to the fact that she could do nothing to stop Kelly, closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the sensations running through her sensitive breasts.  

Kelly was enjoying herself too.  She leaned forward and kissed Chrys’s gagged lips before lowering her mouth to Chrys’s left breast.  She continued rubbing her prisoner’s right nipple even as her tongue licked the librarian’s left nipple.  Chrys moaned louder and felt herself getting wet. She also began moving her hips to rub herself against the crotch rope.  Kelly noticed this as she turned her attention to Chrys’s right breast, sucking its nipple into her mouth. As she sucked on and playfully scraped her teeth against Chrys’s right nipple, Kelly used her left hand to pull the crotch rope back and forth as it bisected Chrys’s sex.  Kelly only stopped moving her mouth and released the crotch rope after Chrys gave a tremendous moan of pleasure as she climaxed again.  Chrys breathed rapidly through her nose and could hear her heart racing fast in her chest as she gave in to the intensity of the orgasm.  Kelly stepped back and smiled while the bound librarian hung by her wrists against the table with her eyes still closed.

“I knew you’d enjoy that, Chrys.  And now it’s my turn for some pleasure.  You get to watch me cum, but I want you to enjoy yourself as you watch me,” Kelly said as she bent down in front of the tied librarian and picked up two cables, one red and one black. Each cable had been stripped of its outer plastic insulation so that the copper wire at the end of the cables was exposed.  The copper wires had been bent into the shape of a hook and Kelly placed each hook around the base of Chrys’s nipples. When Chrys felt something foreign on her nipples, she opened her eyes and saw Kelly affixing the wires to her nipples.  Chrys began struggling fiercely and howled behind her gag.  She shook her head from side to side, which reminded her of the noose she wore – the noose which had prevented her from seeing the wires and whatever else Kelly had placed on the floor between Chrys’s spread legs. As if reading the librarian’s mind, Kelly bent down again to pick up a roll of duct tape that had also been out of sight on the floor.  She tore off two pieces of tape and used them to hold the exposed wires to Chrys’s nipples.  

Kelly watched the librarian struggle violently for a few more seconds and then touched her hand tenderly to Chrys’s cheek, stroking it softly. “Stop!  Calm down!” she said. “I told you before that I could never hurt you. And I meant it.”  She leaned close and kissed Chrys’s cheek before flashing a mischievous grin. “I like giving you pleasure, after all.”  Kelly knelt once more between Chrys’s legs where Kelly had placed a small marine battery which she had stacked on top of two library books.  Kelly turned a switch on the battery and Chrys suddenly felt a light electrical current coursing through her nipples. It didn’t hurt her though; it was more erotic and teasing in nature.  The current stimulated her extremely sensitive nipples and, before long, the librarian was moaning again.  Kelly smiled as she watched her captive librarian before she adjusted the noose around Chrys’s neck to make it a little more snug.

“I know you’d rather enjoy the sensations in your tits, Chrys, but I want you to  try to pay attention to me now.  I’ve watched you cum twice and now it’s your turn to watch me.”  Chrys kept her eyes trained on Kelly as her captor moved several yards away.  She lifted the black sundress off of the chair and threw it to the floor before opening her backpack and taking from it a device that Chrys had never seen before – a black portable Sybian with a white rubber phallus mounted on its top.  Kelly placed the Sybian on the chair and plugged the power cord into a nearby outlet.  “Have you ever used one of these, Chrys?  They are absolutely amazing.  Who needs a guy if you have one of these?  This one even rotates and vibrates.”  

Next, Kelly reached into the backpack again and took out a pair of silver handcuffs and a key.  She straddled the chair, planting her black heels on the marble floor before she mounted the Sybian and slipped the rubber appendage into her sex.  “It feels so good and it went in so easily, Chrys, because I was so wet from watching you.”  As she spoke, Kelly adjusted a dial on the side of the Sybian. “It will gradually increase in intensity and shut off at some random time between 30 and 60 minutes.  It’s wild!  But I make it even wilder, Chrys. Watch!”

Chrys’s eyes opened wide as Kelly slipped the second noose around her head and made it tight around her neck. “It’s called autoerotic asphyxia. When you can’t breathe as you cum, it’s just the most intense feeling. You’ll see.  You watch me and then you’re next to try it,” said Kelly. Chrys vehemently shook her head no as best she could with the noose around her own head and neck, but Kelly ignored her. “And, if you add a little self-bondage to the mix,” Kelly said as she cuffed her wrists behind her back while tightly holding the key in her clenched right hand, “It’s an even greater rush.” Chrys watched, terrified as Kelly closed her eyes and began rhythmically moving as the Sybian worked its magic on her sex. Chrys heard the motor of the sex device pick up speed and she heard Kelly’s moans increase at the same time. Kelly had her first orgasm six minutes after she began to ride the Sybian.

Kelly’s moans grew louder still and her body rocked back and forth with more vigor as she rode the rubber phallus planted firmly inside her. After another ten minutes, the intensity of the Sybian increased even more and Kelly experienced her second orgasm.  After ten more minutes, the Sybian reached its peak speed and that was when disaster struck. Chrys stared at Kelly, mesmerized as the girl moaned and rocked from side to side as she enjoyed the Sybian, but Chrys’s expression turned from fascination to horror as she saw Kelly’s right heel snap, causing Kelly to lose her balance, pitch forward and topple the chair that held the Sybian.  Kelly didn’t fall far though because the noose around her neck held her aloft as it tightened and cut off all of her air.  Kelly was trapped. She was literally hanging herself and, with her wrists cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t get the noose off. She desperately fumbled to unlock the cuffs, but she was too distraught and succeeded only in dropping the key.  Chrys, unable to do anything, watched Kelly writhe and listened to her gasp as she slowly suffocated.

Chrys was aghast as Kelly’s struggles gradually became slower and slower and her gasps became weaker and weaker. And then she heard a voice, “Crazy bitch,” said a woman who emerged from the shadows behind Chrys. “This is what she gets.”  Chrys turned her head as best she could and saw a woman she had never seen before step into the light, a knife in her hand. The woman walked over to Kelly and finally cut the rope which hung from the ceiling beam, sending Kelly sprawling to the floor.  She knelt next to Kelly and touched her finger to Kelly’s neck to feel for a pulse. “I bet she had the mother of all orgasms with that one,” she said to no one in particular.  The woman stood and turned to face Chrys.

She smiled at the naked and bound librarian.  “So, you must be Ms. Kent.  I can see why Kelly likes you,” she said as she eyed Chrys’s nude and spread body.  “I can definitely see why she likes you.”  She touched the point of the knife to Chrys’s right breast.  “We’ve never been formally introduced.  I’m Corinne.  Maybe you’ve heard of me, Ms. Kent?”  Chrys flinched from both the point of the blade touching her breast and the realization of who stood before her. She breathed loudly through her nose as fear washed over her.

Corinne pointed to Kelly’s unconscious form.  “She told me what she was going to do, you know.  And I decided to teach her a lesson by loosening the heel on those black heels she loves so much.  But I’d never have let her die, Ms. Kent. I followed her and hid in the library after it closed.  I watched everything you and she did.”  She smiled again.  “I watched and saw everything. And, to be honest, it was hot watching you pleasure yourself down in your office.”  Corinne’s eyes suddenly narrowed and her voice took on a dangerous tone.  “But let me tell you this, Ms. Kent,” she said. “Kelly is mine!  So, you stay the hell away from her.”  Chrys stayed still other than giving an imperceptible nod.”  Corinne’s expression softened.  “Good!  I’m glad we had this chat and reached this understanding.”  

Corrine looked at Kelly, who was finally stirring. Chrys watched as Corinne gathered up Kelly’s belongings, got Kelly dressed and helped her to her feet. Holding Kelly up, Corrine turned back to Chrys.  “I’m going to take her home now, Ms. Kent.  I’m going to take her home and put her to bed.”  She gave Chrys another once-over and smiled slowly.  “And then, I’m going to come back here and see what it is about you that makes Kelly think you’re so special.”  She stroked Chrys’s right breast softly.  “Don’t go anywhere, Ms. Kent.  I’ll be back real soon.”  And then they were gone.

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Notes about Obsession:   First and foremost:  NEVER, EVER, NEVER engage in autoerotic asphyxia.  It is a highly dangerous activity and can produce fatal results!

Now for the fun bits --

Dominique Aury was the real name of Pauline Reage who wrote The Story of O.  Kelly’s favorite passage is an actual quote from the book.  I found 104 editions of The Story of O but none of them featured a letter O on the cover fashioned from a pair of handcuffs.  I made that up.

The other two books mentioned – The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica and Bettie Page Presents: The Librarian – are actual books.  Well, one of them is.  The Bettie Page “book” is actually only available as an eBook.  The hard copy version I used in the story as Kelly’s gift to Ms. Kent doesn’t exist.

I don’t know for sure if Sybians are portable, but, if they aren’t, they probably should be