Lessons From The Librarian

Chapter 9

So there you have it, the beginning of my “practical” experience into the world of BDSM. I felt like a bird that had spent its entire life trapped in a cage. Suddenly I was feeling a rush of freedom wash through my mind, senses and body. As I knelt in place with Jon behind me, my emotions overwhelmed and took control. The happiness within my chest was so vast that I could contain it no longer. My body’s method of release- I started crying, much to Jon’s confusion.

As the tears streamed from my eyes, Jon’s grip on my hair and arms loosened, and then finally released. He gathered me into his arms as I wordlessly cried; not trying to ignore his questions, but unable to respond. Five, maybe ten minutes after I began crying, my body’s quivering died down. My breathing slowly returned to normal, and I was able to explain myself to Jon.

He smiled tenderly as I turned to face him and tried to explain my reaction. My words were jumbled and disjointed as I spoke and after trying for the third time to say that same thing, his finger pressed against my lips, “Shh, Shannon. I know exactly how you’re feeling. I’m just not being girly and crying.”

His smile stretched into a grin as his fingers casually tickled my side. My mouth dropped open into an overly dramatic gasp of mock surprise as my hands slapped playfully at his. I knew I was not overstepping any boundaries from the twinkle in his eye, and suddenly pushed closer, my fingers wiggling and tickling his sides.

In return, he gasped loudly and his tickling started anew. Our bodies squirmed around, legs flailing against the floor, arms darting towards the other’s body, each trying to dodge the other’s advances. Each shriek of laughter from one, resulted in maniacal laughter from the other, till finally Jon had me pinned to the floor. Despite my every attempt to break free and tickle, he was stronger than I and held me firmly.

When I stopped struggling and trying to break free, Jon released his grip on me. He scooped me easily into his arms, surprising me with his strength. My arms wrapped around his neck as he stood, lifting me from the floor. He carried me up the stairs, despite the frequent protests that I could walk myself. When he walked past my room, I knew where he was going and my stomach lurched, suddenly shy and afraid of his intentions.

I needn’t have worried, that I know now, but as he deposited me onto the bed, for the briefest of moments, I was taken back to the last time I had lain in his bed, even though under very different circumstances. My eyes followed him around the room as he walked to the other side of the bed and lay down upon it so that he was facing me. We stared nervously for a few moments before he started speaking, “Shannon, we’re going to move slowly. We’re both still relatively new to this, and I want to learn more. Actually, we’ll both learn, together.”

My head bobbed up and down in agreement, “I think that’s wise. We know a fair bit about each other from having lived together, but there is still so much I don’t know about you.” Jon smiled back at me shyly and my heart melted. I longed to scoot closer and kiss him. Apparently, he was feeling the same because he did exactly that. As our lips met for the first time, I could feel fireworks going off within my body. My veins felt as though they were exploding with fire. His lips were soft against mine, though forceful. My eyes closed instinctively as my lips parted slightly, his tongue brushing past my teeth as the tip of it connected with mine. Our tongues slowly danced around within my mouth and as I readily sucked on his, I could slightly taste the tea he had drunk. As we kissed, my hand moved to his face, softly caressing his cheek, feeling the slight stubble scratch against my palm. My thumb traced along his jaw as his hand gripped my hip firmly, pulling me towards him till our bodies were pressed so tight, a hair couldn’t have wedged between us.

We breathlessly pulled apart reluctantly at the same time, each falling back against the pillows. As I panted and stared at the ceiling, I couldn’t resist giggling, “Slowly huh? That sure didn’t feel slow to me!”

Jon propped himself up on his side, looking down at me. His eyes bore down into mine with tender affection, “By slowly, I mean that we’re not going to just start doing extreme BDSM things, silly. In fact…” He glanced down and blushed. I knew where he was looking and blushed myself. I had felt his erect cock pressing against my groin as we kissed.

“In fact, I don’t plan on touching you sexually tonight, Shannon.” My face fell into a half frown, half pout, “But, why? I-I want to; I’m ready to- to do more. The timing feels so right.” Jon smiled and kissed my forehead, “It does feel right, but I have something else in mind tonight. If we are to be more than friends- lovers as well as dom and sub, then I wish to establish both at the same time.”

I sighed loudly, but nodded. He shook his head and chuckled at me, “Are all submissives as impatient as you?” My laughter was loud, but not quite as loud as the, “Yes!” that burst from my mouth. Jon laughed and rolled his eyes as he grinned at me. There was something secretive about his grin though, and I knew he was thinking something. I was just about to speak, but he beat me to it, “I want you to stay on your back, place your hands behind your neck. Pull your heels up towards your butt and spread your legs. Now please.”

Jon’s voice was back into his strict “almost teacher like” dominant voice. My fingers interlocked behind my head as I watched Jon shift. He moved so that he was sitting cross-legged next to my hip, with his back half turned towards my face. As my legs spread he directed which way to move them, till he was content with their position.

“Now then, you have one order in this. You’re not allowed to move no matter how much you will want to. Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice was quiet and shy as I watched him. Jon’s arm that was closest to me- his right one, slowly moved till it was hovering a few inches above my mound. I gulped as he slowly lowered it, the fingers curling. He lowered it till his entire hand was cupped around my crotch, still hovering about an inch away. As he held it there, he smiled over his shoulder at me, “Tell me, Shannon what would you like now? Don’t restrict your language or hold anything back. Describe to me your thoughts as though you are writing one of your stories.”

“Sir, I-I wish you would press your hand against my pussy. I wish I were not still fully clothed, I want to feel your fingers run along the edges of my lips.” My eyes closed in concentration as I continued speaking, “I’d like to feel the lips parted and your fingers probing inside of me. My clit is throbbing, wanting to be touched, to feel the pressure of your fingers against it. It’s difficult not to press my hips up against your hand, to wiggle and squirm, just to feel even the slightest brush. If it is possible, I feel as though the center of my entire body, the universe, everything is centered upon my pussy. The arousal within my pussy is so great that I can feel it dripping from me and soaking into my panties, making them cling tightly. This is torture! I just want to be touched! Please, Sir, Jon, please, touch me? I don’t think I can handle another minute of this torment!”

Jon’s hand pulled away slightly, “I’m not going to touch you Shannon. If you are going to be my submissive, you will have to learn to obey and accept my commands and wishes. As much as you want me to touch you, I’ll bet you’re enjoying this torment. Knowing that my hand is so close, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from your pussy, is driving you nuts. More so, you’re becoming more aroused every minute that my hand stays here.” Jon moved his hand closer again as I groaned in frustration.

He teased me for several minutes, moving his hand varying distances from my pussy while I groaned grumpily. As his hand withdrew; Jon turned to face me. His hand skimmed along the surface of my stomach, sending chills up my spine as he did so. I hoped he would keep touching but deep down knew he would not. When his hand hovered above my left breast, I bit down on my lip to prevent myself from crying out in frustration. My nipples immediately hardened, the nubs pushing out from the rest of the breast, begging to be touched. Jon smiled up at me, “I adore the distress on your face. You do not want to disobey me, but you long to feel me touch you. Your body is betraying you without a word, my dear.”

My breath was coming in short gasps now and I tried not to fill my lungs too full and have my breast push against his hand. Jon merely smiled wickedly as he watched me hold my breath, sucking in air each time his hand pulled away slightly. He allowed this pattern to go on for a few minutes before placing his hand on my stomach, causing me to jump and groan as I began to breathe normally. 

Jon softly ran his fingers over my stomach, causing me to giggle slightly at the ticklishness of it. He smiled as I tried not to squirm and then pretended to look shocked, “Oh! I haven’t told you that you could move yet, have I?” He grinned wide as I mock glared back at him, “No you haven’t, and you very well know it! Please, Sir, please! May I move now?”

He nodded and stopped tickling, “Go get dressed for bed and then come back here.” I started to blush and glanced away for a moment, only to look back and see him grinning wickedly. He cleared his throat and tried to chase the laughter from his voice but was only half successful, “Let me guess. You don’t wear anything to bed?”

I bit my lip as the giggling started again, “Correct. I haven’t in years, except when in the dorms.” He smiled, “Then go put on what you would wear if you were in the dorm sleeping and return.” I nodded and scrambled off the bed, half running towards my room. I quickly changed, grabbed the stuffed sheep that I slept with; the sheep that Jon had poked fun at for weeks after I first moved in, before he realized that I slept with it every night.

When I reentered the room, the lights were all out except for one on a nightstand. Jon was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. The sight of his masculine chest with a light coating of hair on it aroused me more. As the door clicked shut behind me, Jon turned and let his eyes roam over my “nightgown”. I was dressed in a tank top and pair of underwear. His eyebrow rose, “THIS is what you wear to bed in the dorms?”

I shrugged as I started walking towards the bed, perfectly aware that the clothing left little to the imagination, “Most of the girls do. It’s not a big deal to us.” He nodded as he slid under the blankets on his side of the bed. Only when I dropped the sheep onto the bed, did he seem to notice that I had brought him along. Jon groaned, “Oh no. No sheep. Not if you want to sleep with me. This is a sheep free bed.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to sleep in my own bed tonight then. You know I sleep with Baasley every night.” Jon let out a loud martyred sigh as he rolled his eyes. I smiled sweetly at him and turned to leave the room. The strict, dominant voice was back as soon as reached for the doorknob, “You are sleeping with me tonight.”

As I slowly turned to face him, I couldn’t help but giggle. “Sounds like Baasley’s staying then!” and proceeded to run over and flop down onto the bed next to Jon. The moment the bed stopped bouncing from my flop; Jon reached over and cupped my chin in his hand. Slightly scared from the look on his face, I bit my lip and whispered, “No Baasley?”

“Baasley may stay for tonight. But Shannon, if I order you to not bring him to bed, you will obey me. This transition will be smoother if you start to obey immediately, even for the little things. I know how much Baasley means to you, and I promise I will never take him away from you permanently. Now, get under the blankets and we’ll go to sleep.”

I slowly slid under the covers, feeling chastised and unsure of how Jon preferred to sleep. I started to assume my normal sleeping position, with Baasley snuggled against my chest when Jon pulled the sheep from my hands and placed him on his chest, “If you’re going to snuggle with a sheep, the least you can do is snuggle with both of us.” The strictness in his voice was gone again, as quickly as it had come.

I couldn’t help but beam as I scooted close, even though I knew that it would be difficult in the future to obey even orders given in his normal tone. My body pressed tightly against his as my head rested on his chest. I grabbed Baasley and placed him behind me on top of the bed, “I think Baasley can manage without me for the moment.”

I felt Jon kiss the top of my head, “Good.” His arm wrapped around me as we snuggled close and slowly drifted off to sleep.