1. The Devil's Chamber Part 3


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: Jessica_Jones, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    Jessica? Be decisive, life is about making choices!” he barked at me. “Two hundred and seventy-two Sir,” trying to sound confident. I straightened my back and shuffled my bum side to side. I was starting to feel tingles and numbness, my bum was falling asleep. I uncrossed my legs and adjusted my skirt. I felt very sure of myself, that the late 200’s was a safe zone in the book. Mr Henderson opened and flipped through the pages, he stopped on the magic number. One hand held the spine, while the other was placed under his chin. He rubbed as he read to himself. I anxiously awaited my fate. “Well this is something new and interesting,” he hummed. I thought to myself, “ new and interesting?” In a library of this size. New and interesting cannot be a good thing. “Let me read, please just sit there and try to be quiet,” clearing his throat. I nodded in agreement. “In the times of Ancient Rome, Romans were fascinated with domesticating animals. Certain animals were held highly above all others and treated with the outmost care and even worshipped. It was not uncommon for Roman peoples to dress up and act out as their favorite animals, while engage in sexual gatherings. The quality of costumes and size of gathering, were directly linked to the wealth and status of the home.” My eye’s widened and my jaw dropped. No way would he play along with this. I waited patiently for him to ask me to select another page. But he didn’t, he continued reading silently to himself. He required ...
    absolute silence as he absorbed every word of the page. I began to doubt myself- my being there. I was thinking that I should cut my losses and run while I still could – if I still could. But the opportunity here, this career, this delicious man, can I really pass that up? Minutes ticked by before the book was once again closed and resting on the desk. “Well it seems that I would be the wealthy one here and you are technically my servant. Maybe it was just a matter of time before I made you my pet? Now you get down from the chair, ever so slowly. Onto your hands and knees, and you crawl to me. You’re going to by my little kitty.” Without hesitation I replied. “Yes, sir.” I lowered myself to the floor and onto my hands and knees- as directed. The hardwood was cold, actually it was freezing. I felt the coldness through my nylons and it sent a shiver up my spine. I crawled across the room to where Mr Henderson was standing. He was watched my sleek curves as I glided effortlessly towards him. He called to me like a kitten, encouraging me to come to my new Master. At his knees I stayed for a few short moments. Looking up at him, never breaking eye contact. “Up on your knees and open your mouth,” he said sternly. “Yes, Sir.” I lifted myself to my knees. My hands felt the relief of not being planted on the freezing floor. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. He leaned down until he was only six inches from my face and he spit into my mouth. His saliva landed on my tongue with force – ...
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