On Monday, we started with J is for Jazz. Follow our couple as they enter the Library at Lashes BDSM Casino Resort. If you want to start at the beginning of the story, you haven’t missed much yet! Just head to J is for Jazz or get the full list on our A to Z 2021 page. Don’t forget to like and comment to help me win a book store shopping spree from Richard!
L is for Library
Lashes had lots of great rooms, but the Library was definitely my favorite. True to its title, there were shelves and shelves of books. Some of them were just kinky novels, some of them were how-to books, and some of them were average run-of-the-mill books. But then there was another whole set of shelves that held all the toys the books describe.
Master escorted me to the room, having made a reservation earlier. Just opening the door made me feel even more submissive. The unmistakable smell of books permeated the air. I nearly dropped to my knees the moment we got inside, but I waited until I got instructions.
“What would you like to do tonight, pet?” he asked. He sat down in a large armchair and nodded toward his feet. That was the instruction I was waiting for.
I knelt down at his feet and looked up at him. “Read to me, Master?” I loved it when he read to me, his expressive voice echoing in the room. I could listen to him read all night long, especially if he was reading something sexy.
“Go pick something out.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said automatically, and I jumped to my feet and went over to the shelves. I ran my fingers along each title, trying to decide which one I wanted to pick up. For a moment, I thought my fingers would come away with dust from the old-looking books, but they were impeccably maintained.
I didn’t know what to pick, and there were so many options. I settled on one titled Masochistic Mistress. I slid it off the shelf and carried it over to my Master, kneeling back down at his feet.
He looked at the title, running his fingers over the words. He made a low thoughtful sound, absentmindedly running his fingers through my hair. “Do you want to be a Masochistic Mistress?” he asked, “Or do you want someone to be your Masochistic Mistress?”
“I don’t know, Sir. I just thought it was interesting because it seems unusual that a Mistress would be a masochist. Isn’t it usually the submissive who’s a masochist?”
He thought for a moment and then said, “Sometimes you might be right, but I don’t think being a masochist is just for submissives.”
“Would you like me to read now?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied.
“Good, and I will, but you aren’t ready yet.”
“No, pet. You know what to do.”
He was right, I did, and I had been neglecting it. I got up off the floor and stripped down to nothing, folding my clothes neatly in a pile on a table on the side of the room. I went back over to my Master, and he presented me with my collar. I lowered my shoulders and tried to give him as much space as possible so he could clip the collar around my neck. As it clicked closed, I felt my pulse race just a little bit.
“Are you ready now, my pet?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied. My pussy was dripping with desire now, desperate for him to touch me. He knew it would be. I was constantly dripping for him. “Will you read to me now, Sir?” I asked, trying to be sure I didn’t have any kind of attitude in my voice.
“Yes, pet, I will.”
He opened the book to the first page and started reading…