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Dominated by the Librarian
Male submission: Surrender to Obey
by Tara Jones
“I thought ‘Forbidden Planet’ was located somewhere in Soho?” Dave said as we walked past Regency Park. He gave me a quick curious look. “And I didn’t know that you were into comic books.”
Dave was one of my closest friends. I had known him for more than ten years, ever since I first moved to London. He was a programmer, but less geeky than you could expect, although I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if he had some weird comic book collection or a set of action figures – probably in the original packages, of course! – somewhere deep in his wardrobe.
“No, we’re not going to ‘Forbidden Planet’,” I told him when I understood that he had got the names of the two stores mixed up. “This is... another kind of shop.”
I had decided I needed manly company for this mission and I didn’t really want Dave to back out, so I’d been deliberately vague about exactly where I wanted him to accompany me.
Because really, what the hell should I say?
“Oh, and Dave, do you mind following me to some kind of kinky sex shop where I can buy some stuff that this girl I meet... well, she’s actually a librarian and her name is Eleanor... ah, never mind. She‘s really hot and I can’t stop thinking about her and now she has asked me – well ordered me, to be honest – to buy certain things for our next... date? So, do you want to tag along? No?”
The handwritten note that she had given me last time I had seen her seemed to burn in my pocket.
How on earth had I managed to get myself into this situation? I pondered for at least the hundredth time. But disobeying was of course not a question.
Still, I felt like I should have worn a grey trench coat, preferably accompanied with a large felt hat pulled down on my head to avoid being recognized, instead of my ordinary boring, but heavily branded, casual fashion clothes that a graphic designer from London was supposed to wear.
My thoughts were interrupted as we reached our destination.
“You are joking right?” Dave said as we stopped in front of the shop. His voice was a perfect blend of awe, genuine surprise, and perhaps a little bit of jealousy.
The outside of shop didn’t look like what I had anticipated. I had thought it would be some sort of Ann Summer shop in stark pink and since it was located in close to Camden market I had indistinctly envisioned lots of black latex and leather in the shop window.
Clearly I was mistaken, because the shop looked more like a sophisticated lawyer office and had a classic designed logotype in strict black and grey that vaguely reassembled an Italian fashion brand.
“Wait a minute...” Dave continued. “Does this have anything with that young girl you are dating at your work...? What’s her name again? Josephine?”
“Well...” I paused.
The fact was that Josephine, the pretty trainer at my office that I had been briefly involved with, had been giving me long, hurt looks for weeks.
Clearly, she had taken it rather personal when I had arrived to the office one day with bite and claw marks decorating my neck from my new lover. My ex-girlfriend Christine hadn’t commented on it at all, but her icy glances had force me to start wearing suspicious-looking turtle neck sweaters to avoid becoming the latest gossip at work.
Luckily however, Josephine had apparently moved on, because earlier this week I had walked into her kissing one of the handsome-looking project leader by the automatic coffee machine at the office. So Josephine’s hurt looks had been replaced by Alpha male challenging stares from the project leader, instead.
Why was my life so complicated? I wondered and stifled a sigh. It was annoying, but I could live with it.
But I couldn’t tell Dave all that, so I felt slightly guilty when I finally said:
“Yeah, Josephine sent me here.”
“Wow,” Dave said before he recovered. “She’s into that? BDSM and
Male submission: Surrender to Obey
by Tara Jones
“I thought ‘Forbidden Planet’ was located somewhere in Soho?” Dave said as we walked past Regency Park. He gave me a quick curious look. “And I didn’t know that you were into comic books.”
Dave was one of my closest friends. I had known him for more than ten years, ever since I first moved to London. He was a programmer, but less geeky than you could expect, although I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if he had some weird comic book collection or a set of action figures – probably in the original packages, of course! – somewhere deep in his wardrobe.
“No, we’re not going to ‘Forbidden Planet’,” I told him when I understood that he had got the names of the two stores mixed up. “This is... another kind of shop.”
I had decided I needed manly company for this mission and I didn’t really want Dave to back out, so I’d been deliberately vague about exactly where I wanted him to accompany me.
Because really, what the hell should I say?
“Oh, and Dave, do you mind following me to some kind of kinky sex shop where I can buy some stuff that this girl I meet... well, she’s actually a librarian and her name is Eleanor... ah, never mind. She‘s really hot and I can’t stop thinking about her and now she has asked me – well ordered me, to be honest – to buy certain things for our next... date? So, do you want to tag along? No?”
The handwritten note that she had given me last time I had seen her seemed to burn in my pocket.
How on earth had I managed to get myself into this situation? I pondered for at least the hundredth time. But disobeying was of course not a question.
Still, I felt like I should have worn a grey trench coat, preferably accompanied with a large felt hat pulled down on my head to avoid being recognized, instead of my ordinary boring, but heavily branded, casual fashion clothes that a graphic designer from London was supposed to wear.
My thoughts were interrupted as we reached our destination.
“You are joking right?” Dave said as we stopped in front of the shop. His voice was a perfect blend of awe, genuine surprise, and perhaps a little bit of jealousy.
The outside of shop didn’t look like what I had anticipated. I had thought it would be some sort of Ann Summer shop in stark pink and since it was located in close to Camden market I had indistinctly envisioned lots of black latex and leather in the shop window.
Clearly I was mistaken, because the shop looked more like a sophisticated lawyer office and had a classic designed logotype in strict black and grey that vaguely reassembled an Italian fashion brand.
“Wait a minute...” Dave continued. “Does this have anything with that young girl you are dating at your work...? What’s her name again? Josephine?”
“Well...” I paused.
The fact was that Josephine, the pretty trainer at my office that I had been briefly involved with, had been giving me long, hurt looks for weeks.
Clearly, she had taken it rather personal when I had arrived to the office one day with bite and claw marks decorating my neck from my new lover. My ex-girlfriend Christine hadn’t commented on it at all, but her icy glances had force me to start wearing suspicious-looking turtle neck sweaters to avoid becoming the latest gossip at work.
Luckily however, Josephine had apparently moved on, because earlier this week I had walked into her kissing one of the handsome-looking project leader by the automatic coffee machine at the office. So Josephine’s hurt looks had been replaced by Alpha male challenging stares from the project leader, instead.
Why was my life so complicated? I wondered and stifled a sigh. It was annoying, but I could live with it.
But I couldn’t tell Dave all that, so I felt slightly guilty when I finally said:
“Yeah, Josephine sent me here.”
“Wow,” Dave said before he recovered. “She’s into that? BDSM and
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