Librarian Bondage Chapter Six
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'What are you doing?' Brigit mumbled. Her body trembled with tingling
unfulfilment.
'I'm going to punish you...but not yet. I have to finish my cleaning
first,' he grinned at her. 'Come over here...'
The naked librarian looked puzzled as he led her over to his cleaning
trolley. She watched him as he unstrapped her wrists and removed the
thick leather belt from around her waist.
'Are you going to let me go?' she asked. She felt her spirits lift
briefly.
'No...you're going to vaccuum this room first!' he laughed.
'What!?' Brigit asked. She was shocked with the rediculousness of the
idea.
'Here you are...' he said, handing her the vaccuum.
He left her ankles shackled and pushed her off, telling her to get
started.
The naked librarian felt strangely degraded at being forced to perform
such a domestic duty; especially in the nude. She shuffled around the
room behind the cleaner hoping that he might let her stop. Half an hour
later she returned, sweating with exhaustion.
'All done?' he smiled at her.
Brigit nodded meekly.
'Good...' he said. His voice was filled with quiet satisfaction. 'It
wasn't much of a punishment, was it!' he laughed.
Brigit smiled faintly and modestly shielded her nudity from him.
'Punishment is no fun unless it's part of a training regimen...' he said
authoritively. 'And I think you would be excellent for training!'
'Training for what?' Brigit asked stupidly.
'I want you to be my new slave...'
'What! What if I don't want to be your slave?' she said. The suggestion
sounded outrageous to her. 'There's no such things as slaves these
days!'
Carl laughed uproarously. He slapped his thighs and stared at her with
disbelief.
'You're a perfect candidate for training...so pretty and intelligent and
perfectly nieve!'
Brigit blushed at the off hand compliment, though deep down was disturbed
about what he meant.
'Everyone in the world is either a slave or a master to some
degree...surely you've read that in one of your books here!' he gestured
with his broad hand. 'People are born for it; they have it in them. I was
born to be a master and you, a slave, though you're not aware of
it...that's where training helps. It helps you to reach your potential!'
Brigit was totally confused by his raving and began to think he was
teasing her with his rhetoric. 'What do I have to do?' she asked
apprehensively.
'The first and most important lesson you must learn...is that I am the
master and you are the slave. You must do everything I tell you without
question...do you understand?'
Brigit's head nodded mechanically.
'If you learn that lesson and nothing else, I'll be happy and I'll reward
you in ways you couldn't imagine...and if you don't...well, you'll find
that out regularly...I'll keep thinking of unpleasant things to make you
do just to have you disobey me!' he laughed.
Brigit shivered with dread.
'The first thing to do is get out of here,' he said. He made her pack away
his things and followed her from the library.
'Can you drive?' he asked after they'd finally finished packing everything
away.
'Yes...' she said.
'Good...here are my keys...go down to the carpark and bring my car around
to the front of the school!' he said. His voice was flat and definite.
'Ummm...I don't know...' Brigit stammered with sudden panic.
'Are you disobeying me?' he smirked.
'No...no, I don't know which is your car,' she said earnestly.
'It's an old brown ford...it should be the only car down there,' he said.
He tossed her the keys and watched as she shuffled nakedly down along the
basement hallway toward the exit.
Brigit shivered in the cool, night air as she crept nakedly down the path
to the lower car park. She tried to keep her feet apart to stop the heavy
chain rattling on the concrete path and kept vigilent for signs of other
people lurking around the grounds. For once she felt pleased that there
were vandals in the school; every second light along the path was broken
alowing her a shield of semi darkness.
The large carpark was deserted except for the old Ford standing silently
near the end of the path. Brigit's heart pounded in her chest as she
glanced furtively around before she made a break for the car. She crouched
at the driver's door and fumbled with the huge bunch of keys.
'Smile!' a voice said from behind.
The naked librarian jumped with fright and dropped the keys. She spun
around and was blinded by a bright camera flash.
'Who's there!' she gasped, blinking her eyes.
'Don't worry, Brigit...it's just us,' Jeremy laughed. He snapped another
photo of the hapless librarian.
'Let me take these off for you,' Clive said. He stepped forward and
kneeled at her feet and snapped the padlocks of the anklettes.
Brigit fumbled around on the ground for the car keys while she was
photographed. Finally finding them, she opened the car door and jumped
into the relative security of the car.
'You might need these later,' Clive reached in and tossed the metal rings
and chain into the back seat of the old car.
Brigit groaned as the car refused to start, prolonging her naked
embarrassment for the lusty boys. They grinned and told her,
sarcastically, to enjoy herself as the engine roared to life. She glanced
at them glumly and sped off across the carpark.
'What kept you?' Carl asked as he opened the passenger door and climbed in
next to the naked librarian.
'Oh...nothing...the car wouldn't start,' she said. She expected him to
drive, but he obviously wanted her to chauffeur him home.
'Ok...let's go...' he smiled, leaning back in his seat.
'What! I can't drive like this! Someone will see me for sure...what if the
police...'
'Yes...you're right,' he cut her off. 'Let's see if I have something here
you can wear...'
Carl leaned over into the back seat and rummaged around on the floor. He
noticed the shackles, but didn't say anything.
'How about this...this should fit,' he said.
Brigit held up the small, yellow mesh t-shirt and glanced at Carl.
'It's better than nothing,' he shrugged.
Brigit pulled on the shirt and pulled the hem down as far as possible. It
barely covered her large, firm breasts, and her nipples poked
provocatively out through the large holes of the netted fabric. 'It's ok
as long as no-one looks too closely...' she mumbled.
Carl relaxed back in his seat and told her to drive off. He perved at her
semi-nude body all the way into the city, grinning to himself at her
discomfort every time they had to stop at traffic lights and watch swarms
of Friday night revellers walk past the bonnet of the car.
'Relax, Brigit...no-body knows! Except me,' he leaned over and stroked her
thigh.
Brigit shivered and stared blankly ahead at the traffic lights. She
breathed a small sigh of relief every time they changed to green and
allowed her to escape from stationary vunerability.
'Where are we going?' She peered through the bug splattered windscreen at
the narrow lane he'd directed her into. She felt nervous at being in an
unknown area of the city.
'Slow down here...' he said. 'I always come here for a drink after work.'
The laneway was dark and full of overflowing rubbish bins. Only a small,
red neon sign above a solid, oak door suggested there was any place for a
drink at all.
'Stop here...' he said. Brigit nervously stopped the car outside the dark
door. She trembled with trepidation as she waited for instructions from
Carl.
'Out you get...' he smiled at her.
'Like this!?' she gasped.
'It's ok...everyone knows me here...it's my favorite club!' he reached
over and opened her door.
'Hello Carl,' a voice appeared out of the darkness. Brigit recoiled with
shock at the sudden appearance of a tall, muscular black holding open her
door.
'Evening Jason...this is my new slave, Brigit!' he said proudly.
'Hello Brigit,' his white teeth glowed against the blackness of his skin.
He reached into the car and helped her onto the footpath.
Brigit paniced and looked to Carl for an explanation. She clasped her
hands nervously over her exposed pussy and shivered in the cold.
'She's very nice!' Jason grinned as he closed the door. He moved around
trying to look at her naked bottom. Brigit cowered fearfully and kept her
back from his hungry eyes. 'You're game letting someone this pretty come
here unrestrained!' 'It's her first night of training...' Carl was
non-challant in the extreme.
'Have a good time,' Jason winked at the half naked librarian. His dark
eyes sparkled as he watched her exposed, white arse quiver as she walked
into the unusual club.
