written by: BoxingGloveLove
Mike gets Dewey Decimated
I never doubted my Goddess. Ever.
If Geena told me something, I always accepted it as fact right off the bat. She was the smartest person I had ever met by far, and that isn’t me just being a devoted boyfriend, neither. This woman is a genius.
She had a difficult major, always had her perfect nose in a thick-ass book, and she somehow understood and laughed at freaking Frasier. Like, Cheers was good, but they gave the weirdest character the spinoff.
But Geena did this all so effortlessly, is what blew my tiny, pecan-sized mind. With enough time and energy left over to tease and dominate me throughout the day.
…So, this is why I cocked my head a little when she said that she needed my help with some “late night research” at the campus library. There was no way I could be of any academic help to her.
Ugh. Just hearing the word ‘research’ makes my ass pucker.
Geena was able to sneak into the place after dark all the time, thanks to the key one of her library-friends copied for her. This was the first time she actually commanded me to come along with her after hours, though… It was kinda spooky.
But I felt super cool once she gave me a wink, a long list of books to scavenger hunt for her, and a sharp slap on the ass. Ah, she just wanted me to be her errand boy!
I was relieved I wouldn’t be forced to study. This would be fun. I loved being useful to Geena.
“Quick like a bunny, Mike! Go find those books…” She told me from the coziest corner of the expansive fiction center. “I’ll stay here and get my notes started.”
I looked at the list for a second. Damn, there must have been like fifteen books spread across a dozen different sections! I grimaced a bit.
“Mike, did you just make a face?” She looked gorgeous in her blue jeans and black tank top combo. Her pearlescent white pedi sparkled in her basic black sandals.
“Uh, what baby? Sorry, I was thinking about the list.” I felt a little stress coming on. I could tell that she was looking for the smallest infraction…just so she could have the fun of punishing me.
“You made a face, Mike. Just now. I’m not blind, lil’ guy…” She crossed her arms and raised her head in a loving, yet stern look of discipline.
Geena radiated energy that could make a guy as tall as me feel tiny. Seeing her relaxing on the antique red velvet made me feel as though I were in the presence of a queen.
“I…didn’t make a face, gorgeous. I promise.” I had a feeling I knew what was coming next.
“Uh huh. Sure, you didn’t. I saw that look, bad boy.” Geena couldn’t hide her smile anymore. Her eyes got that mischievous light again, and she stood up quickly.
“Strip!” She pointed to the ground at her feet. Geena sounded positively authoritative, but I heard the joy beneath it. Her excitement was reaching critical levels.
I wasn’t about to argue. Though I wasn’t super comfortable being nude in public places, Geena and I were all alone. I thought it might be interesting to walk around this dark, usually lived-in place with my dick exposed.
My clothes were all discarded in a pile within seconds. I looked up at Geena, who was giving me the sternest of looks.
I knew what that meant. She wanted me to fold them up nicely.
Wanting to avoid a swift, stinging punishment, I set them in order as best as a dumb boy could do, and placed them at her feet as if offering tribute to a goddess.
Feeling that very same vibe, I gave each of those shimmering white toes a kiss for good measure. Geena sighed and wiggled them in rhythmic pleasure. I stood back up and smiled at her dreamily.
Geena got up and ruffled my hair. She walked around me, looking me up and down and biting her lips. I was there on all fours, obedient puppy that I was. Still wearing that same, silly smile.
“Go, Get, My, Books! Now, slutboy!” She punctuated each word with quick slaps to my ass.
I hurried on my way. I didn’t want to keep my Queen waiting. The quicker I got those books, the sooner I could relax, maybe steal a sexy nap at Geena’s side, while she focused on her paper.
I zipped back and forth between the three floors of the dimly lit, and creepily liminal book-place, adding more books to the stack every now and then.
“Let’s see…” I said to myself quietly, but coming out very audibly in the cavernous place. “Cuneiform Literature would be…and the Mathematics of Suspension Bridges…uh…” The hell kind of paper was she writing?
But little by little, I made a huge stack of books. Everything from Aztec Empire History to Zebra and Horse Hybridization was contained within that stack. My learned lady loved her books, and it showed. My muscles thanked her for the exercise.
I was super proud of myself, too. Geena trained me to be good at finding her books. Doing it in the dark was an added challenge, but…
I dunno, I liked being her assistant… Her superior intelligence turned me on. It made me feel small, and I liked it.
I made my way back down to the first floor, with the stack in my arms. It was difficult to look around the damn thing.
“Ooh, that’s a pretty long stack, Mike!” I couldn’t see my Queen, but her cute voice caused an instant reaction in me. “Are you suuure you’ve got them all?”
“Positive, babe. I checked them all off on the list.” I called out, walking from the nonfiction shelves all the way to the cozy side of fiction.
“Very good boy! What a cute puppy you are…” Geena dripped so much honey with that silken voice of hers.
I hastened my steps towards her, being mindful of the precarious book tower.
Between two very old wooden pillars, and over some very intricate looking rugs, was the ‘cozy side of the fiction section’, sort of the lover’s lane of the State library. And for good reason, too.
The area was a place of fantastic geometry. Every beam of dark wood accented and gave reason for the warm, yet almost trippy patterns on the floor. The sitting area was surrounded by bookshelves on all sides, and dominated by those antique red velvet sofas that looked like little cherries in a chocolate shake.
Geena should still be where we set up at, closer to the wall of candles towards the back.
“Now hurry up and set those down! I want to read…” Geena still sounded extra excited.
I still couldn’t see her past the tower of books. I was glad to set those fucking things down. I knelt and placed them on a low table near the sofa.
When I got back up, my eyes popped out of my head. I started to sweat…
…Because Geena had joined me in library-nudity, and was gracing the joint with her goddess body. She looked like a striking painting, splayed out on the red velvet, her long hair spilling over the sides like Niagara Falls, all free and untamed.
It didn’t look like she had taken too many notes.
She gasped, got up excited like a kid at Christmas, ran over and started scanning the stack with hungry eyes.
“Mike, lay down on the sofa! Like I was just doing! Go, now!” She pointed a manically gesticulating finger towards the sofa. She didn’t take her eyes off the books.
I happily did as she said. I was more than down to rest after running all over the place, carrying heavy shit. I took a slow, deep breathe, ready to yawn.
A hint of Geena’s laughter was all I heard as the sky went dark. I didn’t get to exhale.
My Queen had made herself comfortable on the ledge of the sofa, and was tantalizing me with her plush ass and glorious pussy.
I smiled, and gave her pretty clit a nice, wet kiss. I loved her, and her random displays of affection. I wanted to show this divine pussy all the maximum worship possible.
I grabbed hold of my Goddess’ lower back, and sensuously moved my neck side to side, slowly making out with her sweet, velvet lips.
Geena had one hand under my chin, stroking it with her fingers as if she were calling me a good boy. The pride I felt gave me energy, and I began exploring the Queen’s Palace with my tongue, pumping up and down slowly and rhythmically…but taking a break every moment to breathe, and tickle-tease that beautiful clit peeking out from above me.
I didn’t wanna forget about her, I loved her!
“You’re doing such a good job down there, lil’ guy! Oooh, I love you Mike! You got me every book I needed!” Geena beamed at me proudly, and shockingly cavalier through the oral I was providing her.
I stroked the side of her thigh lovingly. I couldn’t speak a word down there.
“Keep doing what you’re doing, baby…don’t stop until I tell you. I wanna read for a bit…and if you’re a good boy…then maybe I’ll read to you. Kinda…like story time!”
I was completely under Geena’s spell. Every taste, every smell, every feeling of skin on skin sent shivers up my spine and lit my brain up with fireworks. She could read to me from the dryest, most academic book in the stack, and my cock would still be harder than diamonds.
“Hmm. It’s a good thing you brought my little black bag.” Geena said with a devious lilt. “Because I want to make sure you listen to the story, Mike!”
Out of nowhere, my shaft started stinging like a bastard. I winced in pain. My neck shot forward, and I buried my tongue deeper into Geena involuntarily.
I heard her giggle again. I knew what clothespins felt like down there.
She had placed one on the delicate skin on my shaft, and another on the rougher skin of my sack. Both stung like a bastard.
“Now be a good study buddy and go slowly…I want this to last the whole book. If you’re bad, or if you move around too much… I’ll put them on your lil’ nipples. ‘Kay?”
I winced away the last bit of pain, steeled myself, and got determined. For Geena, I would move mountains.
“Now, the book I wanted you to get the most was this one…The Psychology of Kink and Femdom, by Dr. Alicia Sinbad…it’s one of my required readings for this year…”
My cock grew so hard, I felt the clothespins weaken. I loved when she schooled me.
“I’m already on chapter seven…listen to this!” Her voice got cheery, like a passionate educator’s.
“It says that after a twenty year-long study…Dr. Alicia concluded that males feel most secure when they follow a woman’s direction…Hey, slow down there, buddy! There’s a lot of science behind this!”
I yelped out in pain when I felt another two clothespins attach themselves to my cock. My tongue pumped harder in reaction. I was mindful to obey and slow it the fuck down.
“Cortisol levels- that’s the chemical in your brain that causes stress- were lower in males who were paired with a dominant woman than those that weren’t!” Geena continued force feeding me her knowledge.
This was too hot for the library. I got more excited, and I felt the clothespins strain.
“Hey, stop getting so excited, mister! You’re here to learn!” I heard Geena grumble, but saw only her perfect pussy.
I yelped when I felt two clothespins snap on my nipples, one after the other. A tear rolled down my face.
“Good! That should keep you focused on the task at hand…” Geena giggled at my pain.
I had no choice but to pay attention to her reading as I ever so slowly made out with her pussy. Every factoid she gave me made me hornier, and little by little I felt and heard those clothespins weaken. She talked about how men in matriarchal societies lived longer, how men in modern patriarchal societies are isolated and confused, and how the female brain is simply better at planning and decision making. All of this made my masochist’s cock harder.
Geena couldn’t hide her laughter when she got to a passage explaining why the male brain was better suited to following orders. My cock and balls were ready to bust by this time, and that threw my oral rhythm off. I certainly wasn’t following her commands too well.
She had finished off the chapter with a satisfied little sigh, and with a confident few pushes of her clit against my tongue, she came all over it. The taste and the divine texture, along with the perfect music of that dreamy little sigh swelled my dick up to its maximum size. All four of the clothespins on it opened and fell off of my expanding girth. With Geena’s taste all up in my brain, and the spicy sensation of the last two clothespins still on my nipples, I blasted like a shotgun, in an arc over the sofa, and straight down to the floor.
She and I both stared at the clothespins, then at my jizz puddle on the ground incredulously.
Then we both burst out laughing.
She caressed the side of my face with her delicate fingers. I lived for these moments with her. They made me feel complete.
My goddess instructed me to clean up my mess, of course. She stood over me while she did it, too. Making sure I didn’t waste a drop.
There was a time when I would have hated doing this. Now, if it was enough to make my Queen smile, I would move heaven and earth. Licking cum, was nothing. She had made me stronger through my service, and I loved her all the more for it.
We spent the rest of the late night and wee hours of the morning there among the stacks and rows of cinnamon-smelling books, with the dim light of the wall candles keeping things illuminated for us. Outside, we could hear the faint sounds of crickets. My goddess had definitely planned a more than cozy night for us.
From time to time, Geena would get all disciplinary again, and use some of the toys in her bag on me, and it would be fun, right? Her perfectly round hips, the music of her laughter, her huge strap…
..But we would always return to the peaceful state of my head on her lap, suckling her tits like an overeager baby, and her smiling and hovering over me, sharing more of her fascinating book…and looking pleased with her submissive boy toy.
It was a love that we shared between those books. As deep as the stories within them. I could listen to Geena read forever.
Life doesn’t suck sometimes. I’m glad I didn’t have to research anything!
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