I dreamed of you again.
We’re in the University library. I met you here today, because you were
desperate with your homework and I agreed to come help you. I showed up earlier than you and secured a
table-booth in the far back corner of an upper floor, and commanded you to meet
me there.I’m dressed in a white button up blouse under a dark gray
pinstripe vest, with a matching tight gray pinstripe skirt, black knee length
heeled leather boots, with my hair up and my black-rimmed glasses. When you finally arrive, dressed in skirt and
blouse as instructed, I gesture to the chair right in front of me.Nervously you sit, and I place a finger on your lips to
command silence. I nudge your knees
apart with one hand, then slide my chair closer so one of my knees is between them. I pat my hand on the table, and you
obediently place your books and notes there.My hands slips up your thigh into your skirt and caresses
you for a moment. Well-trained as you
are, your hands remain in place and you keep your mouth closed. Then you watch, wide eyed, as I reach into my
handbag and pull out a pair of scissors.
I slip them under your skirt, and smirk at the fear that comes to your
eyes.“Look at me, cunt, look in my eyes and don’t move.” You feel the cold metal slide up your thigh
and between your legs, then my other hand grabs your panties where they go
between your legs and pulls them out to snip them with the scissors. A moment later, the scissors slide up your
hip and snip your panties waistband. I
pull the scissors out and then my free hand pulls what used to be your panties
out and puts them on the table.“That’s better,” I say.
Then my scissors come up again, and I slide them inside your
shirt. In a few moments, and three snips
later, the ruins of what used to be your bra are slipped from your shirt and I
put it on the table.“Now you look more like the slutty cunt you are.” The scissors go into my handbag, and I pull
out a vibrator. Another grin hits my
face, and I twist it on and slip it between your thighs and into you. “Keep that in place.” I move my knee to let you close your legs
obediently.“Let me look at this homework. Don’t move, don’t’ talk, don’t moan, not a
sound.” I start to look over your note
and the book, making deft notes in my own hand and filling in the answers that
were too difficult for you. “If you move
or make a noise, then I’ll take your books and notes and you won’t get them back
until after the assignment is due.”The panic returns to your eyes, and I see a drop of sweat
come down your brow. In the silence of
the library, the only things I can hear are the rasp of my pen, your ragged
breaths as you clench your teeth, and the faint buzz of the vibrator.
