1 comments/ 20243 views/ 0 favorites Red Circles By: fishophile "Excuse me, Miss...." "That's Ms. to you" she mumbled, then turned to face him and replied in her clearer customer service voice; "Yes, sir, how may I assist you?" "Could you direct me to the biography section?" "900 - Upstairs, to the end of the room on your left. The stairs and lift are over there." "Thank you, Miss." He leaned closer in, then spoke more nervously. "And I just wanted to say - I mean - you should wear hose or pants... or something. They're pretty obvious, I mean." He backed away, turned and walked towards the stairs, pausing only for a second to look back at her. When he had gone, Dalia walked back to the 'Enquiries' desk and sat down behind it. He had been the fourth person to comment that day, and it was only early afternoon. She mentally rifled through them. The first was a man - must have been in his fifties, judging by the greying hair and beard. She had been restacking the shelves in Moral Philosophy when her sixth sense told her of staring eyes - not an uncommon occurence, even in such a prestigious library. She guessed it was natural. Female librarians were supposed to be sexless, hair-in-a-bun robots; they weren't supposed to wear tight skirts or high heels. He had only said one word, but she felt no attraction to him, so she ignored it; Mr. Could Do With A Good Shave had got the message, and though his eyes continued on her, he didn't speak again. She wheeled her trolley of books around to Comparative Religion, and out of sight. The second guy? He had "gay" written all over him; muscles, white T-shirt and blue jeans, blond crewcut - and perhaps the biggest giveaway, the fact he was arm-in-arm with an older executive-type man. He was camply talking to his companion as she walked past - he had suddenly laid a hand on her forearm and said "my dear, I recognise those, and I'd be ashamed of myself if I were you". She had grinned at him and walked on. And the third? "Excuse me?" Yes, the third... just the thought then had made her shiver inside. "Excuse me? Ma'am?" Her attention snapped back to the library. A young boy was standing in front of her desk. "Where could I find a book on the Amazon?" She stood up. "Here, I'll show you." ---- It was on afternoon break that her mind was taken back to where she had left off. The librarians' 'staff room' was a tiny little kitchenette right at the top of the building, with crumbling plaster on the walls and formica that looked like it was straight out of the seventies. Dalia was, however, glad of it; she was alone up here, away from the eyes, away from the constant requests; if only she had a dollar for every time she'd been asked who wrote Harry Potter. Her little plastic pot of potato salad remained untouched; the coffee machine bubbled away in the background. It was the third person she was thinking about... The Government Records section was not a busy part of the library, especially not around lunchtime, when the research students had gone off to eat somewhere. She was just tidying up, re-filing, clearing away a couple of coke cans... "I've noticed you here before" said a female voice close behind her. Dalia spun round; a tall black woman, denim jacket and jeans, short hair in a bob. "And today when I noticed you I knew there was something different about you." "W...what?" "Those marks. Displaying them all for the world to see. To those of us who know what we're looking at, you're sending out a pretty damn hot set of signals." The woman crouched, and put a hand around Dalia's leg. "You're doing it on purpose, of course. Otherwise you'd either have covered them up, or you would have insisted on using cushioned ones." [Back in the staff room, Dalia's hand crawled up her thigh. The itch in her crotch was needing to be scratched...] "You didn't do this yourself? No, of course not," continued the woman, "so tell me: was it some pathetic man, or were you getting some real action?" "I..." Dalia felt powerless in front of this woman, like she had been put under a spell. "Go on, you can tell me." "I'm sorry, it was a man." She blushed. [Dalia's fingers went into her panties, and she was softly stroking her lips. She knew she would hear anybody on the stairs long before they came in the room. She pulled her skirt up around her waist, and kept on rubbing as she remembered.] "A husband? A boyfriend?" demanded the woman, shifting her hand slowly up Dalia's leg. "No... I know him over the 'net. He came over last night." She knew she would have to confess all. "He told me to answer the door to him wearing only my black sandals. When I did, the first thing he did..." "Yes?" The woman's hand was rubbing around her thigh now. "...was cuff my ankles together. He told me I was his slave, and would hobble around for him. He led me into my apartment, made me make him coffee and bring him something to eat, and all the time I was having to take tiny steps..." [Dalia's legs were wide apart, and her fingers were dancing on her clit now: she remembered how helpless she was - both last night and earlier that day.] "Go on" said the woman, now standing up and looking deep into Dalia's eyes whilst she caressed her. "When he was done, he had me kneel on the sofa and stick my ass in the air... he told me I was beautiful but that I needed punishing... he beat my ass with a belt and with his shoe until I cried." "And then? Did he fuck you like that?" [Dalia knew she was getting close, and was going to cum all in her panties soon.] "With my ass sticking in the air, he rammed it in me so hard... and I was so sore... I don't know how long he fucked me for" "And was he saying anything?" "He was telling me I was a beautiful cuffs-slut, that he was proud of his bitch. And him saying that just made me..." She tailed off. "You mean cum, bitch?" ['Yes! I mean cum!' she thought] "Yes. And he fucked me until I couldn't stand it any more, and he pulled out, pulled his condom off, and spurted all over my ass. He rubbed it in, and it was so sore, but so good." ['Cum!' cried Dalia inwardly, as she reached her peak, squirting juice all over her hand and into her panties.] "And you'll be his bitch now forever?" "When I woke up today... the cuffs were still on, but... he was gone..." Tears welled up in her eyes. Dalia buried her head in the woman's shoulder; she felt her hugging her, drawing away the hurt. ---- Dalia opened her eyes. Still the same staff room. Still the same formica. Still the same coffee machine. But a sticky hand in a pair of sticky panties. She pulled them down to her ankles - yes, anyone and everyone could see the red chafe marks. She kicked them off, picked them up carefully, and threw them in the trash. She washed her hands at the sink, dried them, then pulled her skirt down and adjusted it to get out the creases. She hoped there wouldn't be too much of an aroma, but she didn't have her spare panties in her purse. Her purse! She reached over for it, opened it, and drew out a card. She read the hurried writing on it. "Oona. 793-6342. Bring Cuffs." And she knew she'd be calling as soon as she left the library. Red Circles When I heard her car pull up in the driveway I rushed back to the bathroom to assume the position she had instructed me to be in when she got home. I had been naked as I did the vacuuming in the house and the mopping of the kitchen floor just like she instructed, so all I had to do to get ready for her was to place the two plastic bottle caps on the floor and kneel on them. I quickly placed the caps on the floor and then slowly lowered first one knee and then the other onto the caps. As my weight shifted from my feet to my knees, the pain shot up my knees and I gritted my teeth. It was difficult to balance, keeping my weight centered on the caps because of the pain, but I knew I had to be upright on my knees ready to receive her. Trying to ignore the pain, I gently massaged my nipples and the stroked my cock so it would be fully erect for her when she arrived. It was a bit hard to maintain the erection when distracted by the burning in my knees. While she inspected my housework, I remained upright with most of my weight on my aching knees as I began to tremble slightly. If only she would get there, I could turn my attention to her, maybe I could concentrate on her body enough to numb the pain. I breathed a sigh of relief when she walked into the bedroom. While she was still out of sight slowly removing her clothes, I stroked my cock a bit to insure it was rock hard when she walked in. After a few minutes she finally walked in completely naked except for a pair of black high heels. Looking down at me she noticed my cock and smiled, then touched a finger to the bead of sweat that had formed on my brow. "Ah, I see you are on the bottle caps, just like I asked. And you did a pretty good job on the rest of the house, not perfect mind you, but pretty good." "Thank you Mistress," I replied, gazing up at her beautiful full breasts, the nipples seeming to grow before my eyes. I let my eyes come down her body, around the large globes of her breast, curving outward at her stomach down to the thick patch of pubic hair. She spread her legs apart, giving me a glimpse of her beautiful pussy as she said, "You did such a good job you can taste me if you desire." "Yes Mistress," I replied, leaning a bit forward as she took a step closer to me. As I moved in between her legs I could smell her earthy scent and my cock twitched a bit in my excitement. Finding her lips, I moved my tongue from side to side to open her up a bit and then I plunged into her, he tangy flavor enveloping my tongue. Reaching my hands around to grasp the soft mounds of her ass, I moved my tongue quickly in and out of her, wanting to move to her clit, but waiting for her instruction to do so. "My clit now," she said, breathing heavily. I slid my tongue up her slit until I found the tiny nub and then I circled my tongue around it. While I licked and began sucking her clit, I moved my hand up between her legs and pushed two fingers into her, pausing for a moment as I glanced up between her breasts at her face. She nodded and I quickly pushed my fingers into her. Her hips were beginning to move back and forth as she rubbed her pussy against my face, covering me in her juices. As I continued licking her clit and shoving first two, then three fingers in and out of her pussy, I felt her hand grab the back of my head and pull me hard against her. Stopping a moment, I had to turn my head to catch a breath, then I returned to her clit as she arched her back and shoved her cunt hard against me as she came. I kept my fingers burrowed deep inside her, but pulled my head back from her and looked up, watching her face contort in ecstasy. In a few moments the pulsations in her pussy subsided and I withdrew my fingers. Losing focus for a moment, I felt the pain shoot through my knees, but when she said, "Oh that was good, now I want you to come," I reached for my cock and focused again. Once she gave me permission to come, I knew I had to do it in a short period of time. If I wasn't quick enough she'd simply instruct me to stop. Fortunately, I'd been thinking of her the entire time I was doing the housework naked, so I was primed and ready and pain in my knees or not, I quickly stroked my cock. It took less than a minute of furious stroking for me to come, spurting my white jism all over her black shoes. When the last of the cum dribbled out of my cock, she looked down at her shoes and said, "Now look what you did to my shoes, clean it up immediately." I quickly leaned forward and meticulously licked my cum off her shoes, swallowing the salty gooey stuff. After I got the cum cleaned off, I grabbed a piece of toilet tissue and polished the shoes so they shined. When I finished I looked up at her and she said, "You did very well, you may stand up now." Standing up I immediately reached down and peeled the bottle caps off my knees, noticing the deep indentation and bright red circles left behind. Squatting down, my Mistress looked over the circles and said, "Oh I love those circles, if you still have them when I get home tomorrow and the house meets my approval I may just let you fuck me." In spite of the fact that I had just come, my cock started to grow as she said I might get to fuck her. She smiled at me and said, "I like that kind of response. You may go fix my dinner now." I leaned to her, kissing each of her enormous breasts, then I kneeled and gently kissed her pussy. Standing back up I said, "Thank you Mistress," then turned and headed for the kitchen.