I'm a wife, mother and librarian in my outer life, but in my inner life I am DM's sub. I love my husband, but I am also a personal whore to my Dom. I'm a caring mom, but also an erotic slut for DM. I work at a library during the day, but every chance I find I am letting Sir use my body for his sexual desires.
I met DM at the library one spring day. I was at the reference desk, studying the list of new additions on my screen, when I looked up to see a very handsome man. His dark eyes were looking at me intently. I followed that gaze and felt a blush begin in my cheeks, radiate down my slender, white neck to finally reach my cleavage. His eyes rested there a moment before looking back into my blue eyes.
"May I help you, Sir?" I asked politely.
"Yes, you may. I was looking for a book on Middle Age weapons, and have seemed to hit a snag in what I am searching for," he answered very crisply. His accent was cultured, almost an English accent. "It's research for a novel I am writing."
Now I was thrilled in a completely different way. He was a writer! What librarian was not excited to meet one of the creators of the books she handled on a daily basis, touched to her very soul by the thoughts and actions of the people she dreamed about? Perhaps he was someone I had read and been inspired by. But I was too shy to ask.
I typed some words on my keyboard and invited him to look at the monitor with me, so he could see for himself what might look interesting. He walked behind me and bent over, looking at the screen. His face was inches from mine. I could smell his masculinity. I felt his breathe on my ear.
Because I was not in the least worried about how I dressed, my white blouse had the top button undone and my bra was intended to give as little irritation to my tender nipples as possible. Consequently, my breasts seemed terribly exposed. All he had to do was look down my open blouse. I was hoping he was, but didn't dare look back at him. Who ever even noticed what a librarian looked like? I concentrated on the jumble of words on the computer. My chest was heaving as he silently read, and my nipples seemed to grow an inch. He wasn't paying much attention to me, but his force over me was very evident.
I crossed my legs and my skirt inched up, showing off my shapely legs. My full red lips were dry as I licked them with my tongue. How I wished he would do something, anything to break this hold he had over me! I was like a teenager in heat, with a fire that was beginning to burn between my legs. It didn't help that the French cut panties I was wearing were digging into my slit. My bra was a lacey one, and I knew he could see the low line of lace covering the fullness of my breasts. My hair was hanging innocently over my eyes and I finally moved it behind my ear. The back of my hand brushed his short, dark curly hair.
"Oh, excuse me," I stammered, blushing again. I fidgeted in my chair.
"Quite all right, young lady." He smiled at me. He had nice teeth and a sexy smile.
"I'd like this book, if you would kindly print the call number for me." His shirt was open at the collar and he was very tan. His pants showed off a very cute butt and a nice bulge seemed to be behind that zipper. As he backed away from me, his legs were muscular under his pants. Although he was a writer, he seemed to be quite fit for his age, which I guessed to be somewhere around mid forties.
I chastised myself, a married woman thinking thoughts like these! Even though my husband had physically abused me in our early years, and now mentally abused me daily, he and the children were my life. I had never thought of another man, not to mention getting wet and hot like I was now doing.
I wrote the number on a slip of paper and said I would show him to the book myself. I got up from behind my desk and walked to the history section of the library.
I tried to walk as slowly and sexily as possible, and could feel his gaze behind me. I was shapely, and though my ass was not large, it was full and round. I had on a long, light skirt that fit my body snuggly, and I'm sure my ass was very enticing. At least I hoped this sexy man thought so. We got to the stacks and I bent over, looking at the numbers. He moved to one side so he could also see the numbers, as though wanting to look for himself. I deliberately moved farther to my side so that I had to almost lean back towards him to continue my search. I looked up at him to see him looking down at my breasts, which were now hanging down, the bra barely covering those still hard, distended nipples.
He smiled and looked at me directly in the eyes, not ashamed at all to be staring at my naked flesh. He must have known I had created that position on purpose!
"You are very lovely. What is your name?" he asked confidently.
"Thank you, Sir," I blushed again, "I'm Anna."
"My name is DM, but I think I enjoy you calling me Sir, Anna," and he smiled slowly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
I also smiled and then giggled like a teenager, not knowing why he said that. I was soon to find out. He shook my hand and thanked me for my help. I feared I was destined to never see him again, wondering if he would ever visited the library again.
For the next few weeks, while making love with my husband, I fantasized about DM. I thought about his hands on my breasts, his lips on my lips, his cock plunging deeply into my pussy. To say the least, my husband was happy. I was like the young girl I had been when we first met. He was enjoying me, and I was enjoying my fantasies. I had DM to thank for that. How I wished he would come back to the library!
He did come back, one beautiful May day. The air was full of young spring energy, when almost anything is possible. Living in Ohio, springtime was a celebration of life! The invigorating warm air, the greening of the grass and trees, vibrant young flowers beginning to bloom… I was giddy with energy and lust.
"Hello, young lady" He stood there smiling at me, terribly confident over the affect his presence would have.
"DM, it's so wonderful to see you again!" I smiled sweetly, hoping I didn't sound as foolish as I felt.
"Anna," he scolded lightly. "Remember that you may call me Sir."
I was a little puzzled, but called him Sir from then on. That was the beginning of my training as a submissive. He invited me for coffee that spring morning, and we began a thrilling adventure.
I had no idea what a Dom or a submissive were, or anything about the BDSM lifestyle. I didn't know that my submissiveness, which I have had all my life, could be a gift to the right person. I had obeyed and given my all to my husband all of our married years, and got verbal put downs, orders and beatings. I was always agreeing with him, and his pleasure always came first. I treated him like a King, but got nothing in return.
How ecstatic I was to find I could give my gift of submissiveness to DM and be cherished, nurtured and loved by him as my Dom! After months of his teachings, I pledged myself to him. I asked him to be my Dom, and he accepted me as his sub. We also had a very tender and sweet daddy/little girl relationship. He actually did seem like my daddy at times. He bought me a beautiful little bracelet, which I wear on my left wrist as a symbol of my submission to Him.
He never kissed me those months of teaching. He would gently hold my hand or touch my hair lightly, but never took advantage of my innocence and vulnerability.
A week after I became his sub, we met for coffee and he told me he we were going to go to his house for the weekend. I had that Saturday and half of Sunday to myself, as my husband was on a gambling trip with his brothers and my teenage boys had plans of their own. We were in no hurry as we drove along. It was a sunny and warm day. I had on a pair of shorts, sandals and a sleeveless knit top. I sat next to DM as he drove. We were on a highway and there was a lot of truck traffic.
Without looking, DM reached over and barely touched my protruding nipples. I smiled at the unexpected pleasure, and pressed them more firmly into his wandering hand. Suddenly he took my left nipple between his thumb and two fingers and squeezed. I gasped, feeling a tiny jolt of pleasure and pain shoot through my entire torso. When I did not flinch away, he squeezed the nipple harder until I was squirming. As I gave a low moan, he suddenly switched to my other nipple and squeezed it painfully. My head rocked back as my eyes closed and my mouth opened wide, an even louder moan of lustful agony escaping my wet, quivering lips. My hand instinctively went down to my crotch.
"No, Anna, not yet." His voice was gentle, but stern.
I sighed in frustration and heat. I moved my hips a little as he twisted, pinched and pulled at my nipples. My eyes flew open wide as an air horn sounded practically in my ear. I looked up at the trucker who had blasted his horn as DM passed him on the left. I was terribly embarrassed, but wildly excited at the same time as the trucker leered down through the window as DM tortured my nipples.
"Anna, take your shorts and panties off now," he ordered.
"I couldn't possibly, Sir! All these truckers will see," I pleaded.
"Anna, when I give you a command, you do it NOW, no hesitations or questioning of me." His voice was rough, almost harsh. "For that act of disobedience, you now may take off your top and bra as well."
I was shocked! How could he do this to me? I would be completely open and naked for all to see. However, I quickly did as he said. Partly, it was to escape further punishment. Deep inside, though, I knew I really wanted to do exactly that.
I unzipped my jean shorts and pulled them down my tan legs. They lay bunched around my ankles, like some sort of self-imposed binding. I was sitting in my sopping wet panties and top when DM passed another truck. He pinched my nipples and said, "Quickly Anna!"
I pulled down my panties and my full, bushy mound of hair was exposed. I pulled my top off and unhooked my bra, my full breasts tumbling out. I was naked, covered only by the blush that made my entire body burn almost as hotly as the inside of my dripping cunt. I scooted down in my seat a little, hoping DM would not notice. But he did.
