A Visit to the Library

Damn you, Todd!

Oh, I really don't mean that. I love my fiancé, I really do. I love his grin... that little mole on his left cheek... the way he has of making me laugh even at times when I'm feeling like I'll never laugh again. I can't really be mad at him, even when he does set up such extraordinarily naughty little games.

It was Todd, you see, who first introduced me to the world of kink - or at least what he calls dominance and submission. Oddly enough, it grew almost naturally between us: this dynamic of wise, responsible guy and sweet, obedient girl. I'd never have dreamed that in the three years since we met, I'd come to crave so much the low growl of his commands in my ear... the sharp sting of his belt on my backside... the incredible feeling of his weight bearing down on my supposedly helpless self as he enters me from behind...

So now, as I ease my sea-green Prius into the library parking lot, I can't help but blush as I think of the little game Todd has set up before me. Or, for that matter, the small pink vibrator tucked discreetly away into my most intimate parts...

"I don't want you to be bored while I'm away this weekend, honey," the message on my phone had read this morning. "So get that adorable ass over to the library and check out some things to keep you entertained. I've put the first part of the call numbers below, but you're going to have to figure out the rest on your own. Trust me, you'll be able to work it out!"

Will I? I wonder now as I step toward the entrance, my heels clacking softly beneath my summery skirt. This seems like some sort of odd brain teaser, and I don't always feel that confident in my own smarts. Then again, Todd wouldn't set up some sort of puzzle or scavenger hunt just to make me feel bad about myself, surely...

I nod politely to the front desk attendant and glance down at my phone. Let's see. The first of the three items is listed simply as PN1997.2. Okay, jackass - watch me figure this out. That's a Library of Congress number, isn't it? I consult the map. Hmm, let's see. "You are here." P, P, P... Aha! First floor, in the back. Oh, I actually know where that is! It's the DVD section. How odd that he wants me to borrow a DVD instead of just streaming it...

And then it hits me: the first inaudible jolt from my vibrator, humming softly away under my flowered skirt. Oh, good grief. Is this- is this what Todd had in mind? Of course it must be, I realize, as I step toward the first aisle of DVDs and the humming grows stronger. Jesus Christ, why does it have to be so quiet in here?! I feel like any moment now a bespectacled librarian will come up to me and order me to silence my phone, unaware not only that it's definitely not my phone doing the buzzing, but that there's quite literally nothing I can do to stop it...

Yeah, I tried once a few months ago. But shutting off my phone – which is of course what's controlling and monitoring the Bluetooth vibrator inside me – actually made the damned thing default to buzzing full speed. Decidedly not a smart move right now.

Wait, the vibrations are getting weaker now? What? But I still haven't found whatever the heck this movie is he wants me to get- And then it hits me. Aha - it's a game of "hot or cold," isn't it? And the closer I get to the movie he's chosen, the stronger this thing will buzz...?

God, how diabolical! And yet... how knee-weakeningly, breath-catchingly delightful...

A minute later, my eyes are scanning the shelf anxiously before me. This must be the place; my hidden tormenter is buzzing nearly full power, and I'm already fighting back an involuntary moan of pleasure as I feel the tingling pleasure radiating through my body. It's psychological as much as anything, you see; sure, the vibrator is stimulating my pussy, but the knowledge that Todd is in full control of the situation, that he's the one who knows what I must do and I must blindly obey... well, that's stimulating my brain – which, as I've found, is the largest and most important erotic organ of all.

Secret Life of Pets... Secretariat... Secretary... Wait, is that it? Biting my lower lip, I slip the last title from the shelf, and am rewarded – or is it punished? – by a series of three strong pulses from the vibe before it drops back into a sustained, satisfied hum. Oh my god, it must be! Maggie Glyllenhaal, on all fours and with a letter between her teeth, stares cheekily up at me from the cover as I crack open the case. Sure enough, within it I spot a small disc bearing the Bluetooth logo and a number 1. Yes! So he must have hidden these here before he left, the absolute nerd...

I catch my breath, glancing quickly over the DVD case as a fresh wave of euphoria washes over me. "Quirkily erotic," one review proclaims. Oh, god. Todd wants me to check out this naughty film? And watch it this weekend...? Of course. Of course, Todd. I'll be good. I'll watch the naughty movie just like you order me to-

And then I'm slipping into silent orgasm, biting back the moan of pleasure that is threatening to escape my lips... Oh, Todd, you dirty, dirty man. You're playing with me, controlling me like your little toy-!

And then, just as quickly as it had begun, the vibrations stop.

Holy crap, this is both the best and the naughtiest treasure hunt I've ever played. I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart before stepping forward once more. Now, then – I can do this. On to number two!

It turns out that the second item I'm looking for is up a floor, buried within the countless shelves of adult fiction. Let's see, in the R's somewhere... This time I'm not surprised when the vibrator hums gently to life again within me, but even this low setting is enough now to send electric tingles racing up and down my spine as I kneel to examine the lower shelves. Here? No, further on...

And then I find it: something by A.N. Roquelaure, whoever that is. "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty"... huh? A modern take on a fairy tale? But as I slip the volume free from the shelf and turn it over, I am amply rewarded: by the triple hum of confirmation between my thighs, by the second little bluetooth chip slipping out from between the pages and into my lap, and by the sight of a most decidedly undressed young woman luxuriating on the cover. Oh, oh my. Todd- Todd, is this another naughty piece of smut? A dirty novel you want me to read?

A glance through the first pages confirms its highly adult content. And then, between the prospect of reading such a smutty story and the constant hum between my legs, I'm slipping down helplessly once more into silent orgasm as it melts me into a quivering puddle of a woman, kneeling with flaming cheeks and unsteady breath on the library floor.

And so, once it's over, I get to my feet and head back downstairs, past fellow patrons and librarians who – so I hope – haven't the slightest idea of what has just transpired. I'm clutching my two precious finds protectively in my arms, willing myself not to make eye contact with anyone, praying that they don't catch sight of what I'm apparently interested in. Just one more on the list, one more-

But as I swish softly past, head held high, despite my anxiety I can't deny that this is turning into by far the most memorable library visit I've ever made. Now if I can only find that final item and make it out of here before Todd and his incredible remote vibe have me writhing on the floor, moaning in slutty ecstasy as I helplessly cum in my panties once more, right in front of the librarians and God and everyone...

Damn you, Todd. Damn you! But also... thank you.