Deirdre sat alone in the quiet library, attempting to work on her thesis proposal. It was the middle of summer break and this time of year the library was dead. Deirdre loved the silence, but it also caused her mind to wander. Having just ended her relationship with her boyfriend of almost a year, Deirdre was upset with her lacking sex life. Before coming to the library she had ventured around the sleezy sex shops in New York's West Village, she really needed a new vibrator. Trying not to fall asleep, Deirdre quit daydreaming and got back to work. Her advisor needed her proposal ASAP but despite the looming deadline she still couldn't focus. All that she could think about was the sex she desperately needed. It had been a few months now, and she really missed the weight of a man resting on top of her, and the firm strike of his hand across her ass.
As the day went on her proposal began to take shape. Deirdre was quite proud of herself, despite the numerous interruptions. As she sat twirling her hair, starring straight ahead, a man walked between the stacks of books that surrounded her. He caught her attention even though he walked through quickly. She listened to his footsteps pace back and forth down the aisle, then he stopped. Deirdre assumed he had found his book and would be on his way. However, she was wrong. The footsteps were coming in her direction again. Getting nervous, she looked down and began her work again. A moment later the man had taken a seat at the table two down from hers. Deirdre peered up at her company and was stunned as she realized who he was. She was gawking at the man who had broken her 7 years ago, it was her Master. She panicked, not knowing what to do. "Do I say Hello, or do I pretend I don't see him," she thought. Her pussy was instantly dripping as the thoughts of their time together came flooding back. Her face began to flush and her nipples stiffened. Deirdre decided it was now or never, they were alone on the 7th floor of the library, lots of good things could happen. Pushing her chair out, Deirdre stood and walked slowly toward her Master. Once at his table she got on her knees, cleared her throat and spoke
"Hello, Master."
Startled at this greeting Professor Cornell, Ken to the average man, Master to only a few, quickly lowered his rugged copy of Picasso's War, and starred at the kneeling girl in front of him. Clearing his throat, unsure of what to say at the sight of Deirdre kneeling there, he reached out and lovingly took hold of her chin and lifted her head, so they were looking at each other. "Why, Hello there my Pet." He said with a mischievous grin. "Fancy running into you after all this time, in this deserted house of books."
Deirdre smiled at her Master, as their eyes met and locked. She was in complete awe of him, as if he had never left her, never broken her heart, as time had not passed and it was merely the next day.
"How delightful it is to see you, Deirdre!" Ken exclaimed. "My god it has been far too long! How have you been? What have you been doing? How did you end up in New York?"
"I feel the same way Master. I am doing well, finishing my Master's degree ironically, which is how I ended up here." Deirdre explained. "Now I am sitting at your feet and I can hardly believe that it is happening, on a day when the library is empty, what are the odds that the one person I would run into would be you?"
Fate is the only explanation. They exchanged random dialogue and reacquainted themselves again. Time passed and the sexual tension grew.
"Now that we are reacquainted My pet, are you sure you want to participate in what I have in store for you?"
