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Subject: {ASSM} The Library of Ms. Ash (MF, Bond, BDSM,)
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Library of Ms. Ash"
By Shon Richards


Claire Currie was about to put her foot on the steps when a hand
cruelly grabbed her by her black ponytail.  She barely managed to
keep her balance with the four inch heels she was wearing.  The
tightness of her skirt restricted her long legs but over a year
of practicing kept her upright.  She was more worried about her
breasts.  The tight white blouse barely contained her large
breasts on a good day, but being yanked like this didn't help.

She knew better than to complain though.  It was her boss who had
grabbed her by the hair.

"I must have a word with you, Ms. Currie," Mr. Dillon said.  His
hand was still wrapped in her hair.

"Of course, Mr. Dillon."

"Ms. Ash is not your typical woman," Mr. Dillon said.  "She owns
the world's best collection of books concerning bondage.  Her
personal collection includes many one of a kind works that could
never be reproduced.  Not only is she a collector, but she is a
practitioner of bondage as well.  Ms. Ash has been tying people
up since before you were born, and as such she expects a certain
level of protocol and manners.

Claire was offended.  "Sir, you and I work for the
Ashbee-Collette Collection.  She owns some books, but we deal in
every erotic book ever made.  We spoke with a Dutch Prince the
other week.  You yourself have spanked, slapped and disciplined
me in a hundred ways to remind me to stay in a professional
mindset even when your cock is jammed up my ass.  I think I know
how to behave around a woman who is a little kinky."

The grip in her hair twisted slightly.  Claire realized what her
mistake.

"I think I know how to behave around a woman who is a little
kinky, sir," she said.

He let go of her hair.  Mr. Dillon let out a deep breath and
Claire realized something: Mr. Dillon was nervous.  She found
that idea deeply unsettling.

"Very well, Ms. Currie," her boss said.  "Let's be on our best
behavior here.  I don't know why Ms. Ash requested our presence,
but if it is to donate one of her precious books to the
collection, we need to make sure we don't give her a reason to
reconsider her choice.  The wealthy can be bad enough, but the
kinky wealthy are almost mythical in the slights they can
perceive."

Claire nodded.  "I understand, Mr. Dillon."

"And obviously," he continued, "do not be disturbed by any
blatant acts of nudity or fetish wear.  The last time I met Ms.
Ash, she wore a leather gown designed by Versace.   Her hair was
pinned with diamonds and her furniture was freshly imported from
a Japanese palace.  The woman exudes wealth and poise."

Claire pushed her glasses back up her nose.  "I understand, sir.
I will treat her as if she was the Queen Mum herself."

Mr. Dillon snorted.  "The Queen Mum won't personally strip and
hogtie you if you annoy her."

Mr. Dillon pressed the door bell.  They waited for a response.

"I remember the first time I met Ms. Ash," Mr. Dillon said with
an air of almost wistfulness.  "I had just started working for
the Collection, serving under Ms. Wei.  We were invited to a
party that Ms. Ash was giving so she could celebrate her purchase
of a bondage guide written in 1843.  All of her servants were
nude except for the black rope they wore.  Every one below a
certain status had to crawl around on all fours.  My knees hurt
like hell after that night but it was worth it to be a part of
such an elegant affair."

Mr. Dillon stopped his reminiscing when he saw the door open.  He
stepped forward and started to say something but the words died
in his mouth.

Claire could see why.  Some woman in a house robe had answered
the door.  The woman's graying red hair was a tangled mess.  She
wore no makeup and her eyes were puffy.  It was clear to Claire
that someone's senile grandmother was loose on the grounds.

"Ms. Ash?" Mr. Dillon said.  

"I am so glad you came, Oliver," the woman said.  "Please, come
in."

Mr. Dillon wasn't moving.  The silence became awkward and Claire
felt the need to act.  She gave Mr. Dillon a subtle nudge and he
cautiously walked in.  "I'm sorry, Ms. Ash, I guess I wasn't
expecting you to answer the door yourself."

Ms. Ash took out a tissue and blew her nose.  "I gave all the
servants the weekend off," she said.  "I just wanted to be alone
and not have them underfoot.  Who is this woman?"

Mr. Dillon waved his hand vaguely in Claire's direction.  "Ms.
Currie is my assistant.  Pay her no mind, she is very well
behaved."

Ms. Ash shrugged.  "I don't care," she said with a desponded
tone.  "Let's go to the library and get this over with."

She pulled her bathrobe tighter around her chest and shuffled
down the hallway.  Once again, Mr. Dillon just stood there
paralyzed.   Claire had never seen Mr. Dillon in this state
before.  He was completely perplexed.

A strange feeling came over Claire.  For the past two years, Mr.
Dillon had controlled every moment of her employment.  There were
some days in which she almost feared Mr. Dillon's strictness and
demands on her.  Seeing him almost helpless like this was evoking
some weird feelings in her.  She felt oddly protective of him. 
More importantly, she felt protective of her professional
reputation.  Claire knew she had to get him back on track.

Claire gave Mr. Dillon a gentle push.  Like an automaton he
stepped inside the house.  He wasn't saying anything though.

"Excuse me, Ms. Ash," Claire said.  Mr. Dillon said nothing about
her interruption.  "I am not clear why you called on the
Ashbee-Collette collection?"

"I want to donate my books," Ms. Ash.

Mr. Dillon didn't answer.  Claire pressed on.  "Oh, how many
books were you considering?"

Ms. Ash stopped and looked at Claire.  "All of them.  I want you
to take every single one of them.  I'm done with bondage."

Claire didn't know what to say to that.  Ms. Ash apparently
didn't expect a response.  She walked to a set of double doors
and pushed them open.  The sight inside took Claire's breath
away.

It was a personal library like Claire had never seen before. 
Well, she had seen similar libraries in movies but never in real
life.  The walls were filled with leather bound books and
polished shelves.  Two enormous windows illuminated the room with
golden light.  A glass case dominated one wall, containing rare
manuscripts that had to be temperature controlled.  Hardwood
floors and an arched ceiling gave the room the feeling of a high
class sanctuary that keeps out the riffraff.        

Ms. Ash shuffled to a leather chair and flopped into it.  Claire
gently guided Mr. Dillon to another chair and he sat down. 
Claire stood behind him and folded her hands in front of her. 
The library was silent except for the occasional snuffling from
Ms. Ash.  

Mr. Dillon almost said something and stopped again.  Claire
sympathized with his speechlessness.  The library was amazing,
and Ms. Ash was willing to part with all of it?

"Ms. Ash, if I may be so bold to ask a question?" Claire asked.

Ms. Ash nodded very slightly.  In that imperial nod, Claire saw a
tiny glimpse of the Ms. Ash that Mr. Dillon so fondly
remembered.

"I am curious why you are willing to give up bondage, as well as
your books," Claire asked.

Ms. Ash sighed.  "You are young and beautiful, so this may be
hard for you to understand.  The simple fact of the matter is
that I am tired of losing lovers to younger dominatrixes.  I am
tired of having a lifetime of knowledge but my lovers are willing
to leave me for some leather dyke who uses Velcro in their
bondage.  I am tired of having my heart broken by selfish
children who considers themselves real submissive."

"I am assuming that you recently had a break up?" Claire asked.

Ms. Ash sniffled.  "I prefer the term, betrayal, but yes, you are
correct.  A beautiful little slip of a woman decided that she
would rather be with an ignorant Mistress her own age!"

"I can see how disappointing that is," Claire said.  "But surely,
you can not give up a passion like bondage because of one foolish
woman?"

Ms. Ash turned her eyes to Claire.  "I can do whatever I please,
young lady.  And I have made up my mind.  I am done with having
my heart broken.  Take all of it.  Take all of the books back to
your Collection.   I am leaving that part of my life behind."

"Forgive my assistant's poor manners," Mr. Dillon said.  Claire
was hurt by the insult but relieved to have Mr. Dillon back in
the conversation.  "I understand your loss and the
Ashbee-Collette Collection will be proud to absorb your
collection.  We can process your entire library before the end of
the day."

"Thank you," Ms. Ash said.  "If you will excuse me, I will go lie
down."

"Ah, one thing if you don't mind, Ms. Ash," Mr. Dillon said.  "I
hope you will forgive my selfishness, but I do have one small
request to make of you first."

Ms. Ash sat back down.  Claire noticed Ms. Ash was sitting a bit
taller in her seat.  

"You may ask your request," Ms. Ash said.  Claire recognized the
tone of voice Ms. Ash was using.  It was very much like Mr.
Dillon's voice when he gave her commands.

"I have traveled the world," Mr. Dillon began, "and I can
honestly say I have never seen a better rope bondage expert than
yourself.  I respect that you are giving up your interest in
bondage, but could I please call upon you to give me one last
demonstration of your skills?  You could bind up my assistant,
Ms. Currie and show her how a real expert works."

Ms. Ash lowered her eyes lashes at Mr. Dillon.  "You were always
a smooth talker.  I remember when Ms. Wei gave you to me and the
honeyed words you sang when I bound your cock.  It was almost a
shame to gag you before you pleasured me."

Claire let out a gasp before she caught herself.  Mr. Dillon
bound?  It was inconceivable.  

"Is that a yes, Ms. Ash?" Mr. Dillon said.

"I am not sure," Ms. Ash said.

"I would really appreciate it," Claire added.  She didn't know
what Mr. Dillon was thinking but Claire was doing her best to
help.

Ms. Ash stood up.  "I am only doing this as a favor to you,
Oliver.  Ms. Currie, there should be some rope in the closet
there.  Bring it me and don't let any of it touch the floor."

"Yes ma'am," Claire said.  Her heels tapped loudly on the floor
as she went to the closet.  The closet was filled with
interesting items.  There were several floggers, quite a few
dildoes and a cruel looking set of clover clamps.  The rope was
sitting on a shelf of honor and Claire took it into her arms.  It
seemed awfully heavy.

As she walked back towards Ms. Ash, Claire began to have second
thoughts.  Claire had been tied up a few times in college by
boyfriends, and Mr. Dillon would sometimes tie her down so she
would stop moving while he spanked her, but she hardly knew Ms.
Ash at all.  All she really knew was that Ms. Ash was a heart
broken woman who once tied and dominated Mr. Dillon.  Once she
tied up Claire, who knows what sort of torments she might choose
to inflict on Claire?

Ms. Ash took the rope from Claire's hands.  "Strip down to
nothing," she ordered.  "Wait, leave the stockings on."

Claire looked to Mr. Dillon for confirmation and was surprised by
a sudden grip on her hair.  It was Ms. Ash, and she was forcing
Claire's head back at a far more severe angle than Mr. Dillon
ever did.   

"Don't look to your boss, when I give you an order, slut," Ms.
Ash told her.

"Yes ma'am," Claire said.  

The grip was released on her hair and Claire began to strip. 
Librarians don't take off their clothes like normal people. 
Claire had been painfully trained by Mr. Dillon on that matter. 
Normal people take off their clothes, librarians disrobe.  Claire
took off her clothes as if she was in an erotic novella.

She started with the top button of her shirt.  One by one she
slowly popped them open, making sure to pull her shirt apart
after each button.  Button by button she revealed her dark brown
cleavage.  Button by button she revealed the black lace bra that
covered her breasts.  Button by button, she revealed the smooth
skin of her stomach.  When the shirt was completely unbuttoned,
Claire slipped it from her shoulders and let it fall down the
length of her arms to the floor.

The skirt was shown the same care.  She twisted so that she could
reach the zipper, making sure her breasts were facing Ms. Ash. 
Claire pulled the zipped down slowly so that the bright color of
the yellow panties would come as a surprise underneath the strict
black skirt.  Claire kept unzipping until the tops of her lace
stockings came into view.  When she was completely unzipped,
Claire shook her hip to the left, then to the right with a snap,
so that the skirt would fall like a curtain down her legs.

Claire stepped out of the skirt and faced Ms. Ash in her
underwear.  She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. 
Pulling her arms together, the bra slid free of Claire's massive
breasts.  She then reached down and hooked her thumbs into her
yellow panties.  Bending forward, she pulled her underwear down
slowly so that Ms. Ash could admire every inch curbing back and
ass.  Claire deftly stepped out of her panties, still in her
heels.  It was a move Mr. Dillon made her practice often.

Nude except for her stockings and her glasses, Claire finally
shed her shoes.  She pulled her feet out one at a time, taking
the time to display each foot before allowing it to touch the
ground.

Ms. Ash looked at her with a patient expression.  Claire looked
for some sort of interest or sign of approval in Ms. Ash's eyes.
Claire stood silently until Ms. Ash made a gesture for Claire to
approach.

Claire stepped forward and Ms. Ash grabbed her by the shoulders
and spun her around.  Strong hands pulled Claire's arms up and
positioned them out from Claire's body.  She squealed a little as
the first touch of the rope was against her sex; one end of the
rope going between her buttocks while the other end went straight
up from her sex and across her chest.  

The rope wound itself around Claire's torso, Ms. Ash snaking and
pulling the rope around Claire's curves faster than Claire could
follow.  With each tug, the rope pressed tighter against Claire's
sex.  She could feel herself getting wetter as the rope ground
into her bushy pubic hair.

The rope constricted around her waist and coiled upwards.  The
long length stretched between her breasts and separated them
before branching out across both her shoulders.  Down her back
the rope went, criss-crossing as it would wrap around again to
her front.    

Ms. Ash pulled Claire's arms back behind Claire's back.  The rope
cocooned her wrists and pulled them together.  Claire's hands
were pinned to the small of her back.  To her surprise, Claire
found that she could let her arms fall and the rope would easily
support the weight of her hands.  It was far more relaxing than
she was expecting.

"There," Ms. Ash said.  "How does it feel?"

Claire realized Ms. Ash had finally stopped and stepped away. 
Claire tried to flex her arms and she shuddered.  The rope had
tightened around her sex as soon as she moved a muscle.  She took
a step and she was aware of her breasts bouncing back and forth
against the hard coil of rope separating them.  She tried to
shrug and maybe slip from the rope but it stuck to her body like
a second skin.

"I gave you a handle," Ms. Ash said.  She gripped the coil
between Claire's breasts and Claire was surprised by how much
space there was for Ms. Ash's fingers to reach under and fully
grab the coil.  Ms. Ash gave the slightest pull and Claire nearly
fell forward.  Her entire body was connected to that handle and
Claire's heart pounded faster.  She was helpless and she knew
it.

"Interesting," Mr. Dillon said.  It took all of Claire's
willpower not to look towards him and plea silently for her
release.  "Is the rope between her legs as distracting to Ms.
Currie as I think it is?"

Ms. Ash nodded.  She shook the handle back and forth and Claire
groaned.  The rope on her sex was almost vibrating from the
tension being placed on it.

"Truly excellent work," Mr. Dillon said.

"Thank you," Ms. Ash said.

Mr. Dillon walked over to Claire and grabbed her by her new
handle.  He pulled on her rope and Claire followed.  Mr. Dillon
dragged her back to his seat where he sat down.  Claire quickly
dropped to her knees before him as Mr. Dillon had seen no reason
to let go of her.  

"Ms. Ash, would you mind if I decided to take advantage of your
work right now?"

Claire wasn't sure what Mr. Dillon was referring to, but Ms. Ash
apparently did.

"No," Ms. Ash answered.  "But not a single drop on the floor
please."

Claire was confused until Mr. Dillon unzipped his pants.  To her
astonishment, he pulled his cock out.  It was already hard and
ready for her.

"Remember that, Ms. Currie," Mr. Dillon said.  "Not a single drop
can land on the floor."

Claire swallowed.  She looked back at Ms. Ash who had returned to
her chair opposite Mr. Dillon.  The older woman didn't look like
she was going anywhere.

"Right here, Mr. Dillon?" Claire asked.  They had never fucked in
front of another person before.  Oh, she had been spanked,
humiliated and sometimes stripped in front of another person, but
they had never had sex with another person present.  

Mr. Dillon pulled her by the handle to his cock.  "Now, Ms.
Currie."

Claire took him into her mouth.  She was on her knees and had to
bend forward to reach his cock.  She was very aware of her ass
which was facing Ms. Ash.   Claire had an urge to put her legs
together and try to cover herself but it was pointless.  She was
completely exposed.

"You appear to have trained her well," Ms. Ash said.  "She sucks
cock like a proper whore."

Claire nearly choked on Mr. Dillon's cock.  Her head kept bobbing
up and down as she tried to tune out Ms. Ash's comments.

"I try my best but in this situation, I think she's inspired by
your ropework," Mr. Dillon said.  "A tight harness puts anyone in
their proper place.  How were you able to bind her so snugly on
your first try?"

 "Practice," Ms. Ash said.  "Once you have tied up as many women
as I have, their bodies start turning into variations on a theme.
 To you she a unique special person, to me she is just another
body with slightly too large breasts and a slightly too big
bottom."

Claire thought of several things to say about her alleged too big
bottom, but it was hard to say any of them when her mouth was
filled with cock.

"That's fascinating," Mr. Dillon said casually.  "Would you say
the same about rope?  I rarely use it myself."  

Claire thought he didn't sound like a man having his cock
vigorously sucked.  She took it upon herself to see if she could
change his tone.  Her cheeks caved in as she sucked harder.  

"Not at all," Ms. Ash said.  "All rope is different.  It has it's
own properties, such as thickness, pliability, ability to
stretch, and other qualities.  Even if you get rope made of the
same material, the craftsmanship in making the rope can be wildly
different."

Mr. Dillon chuckled.  Claire thought it may have been a moan he
was disguising.  She decided to use more tongue.

"It reminds me of books," Mr. Dillon said.  "Everyone assumes
that all copies of a book are the same but it's not true.  Some
books disappoint you with their poor printing quality but look
hard enough and you'll find the good copy of a bad edition.  You
just have to be willing to search."

Ms. Ash didn't have an answer.  For a few minutes, the only sound
in the room was that of Claire's mouth sucking Mr. Dillon.  As
Claire moved faster and faster, the sound of her breasts knocking
together also filled the room.

Mr. Dillon spoke first.  "Have you ever had a rope break, Ms.
Ash?"

"On occasion," Ms Ash said.  She sounded distracted.  Claire
wondered if it was Ms. Ash's heartbreak she was thinking of, or
perhaps the sight of Claire pleasuring Mr. Dillon.

"Every rope is different," Ms. Ash said.  "Some ropes have a
flaw, while others are strong enough to last decades.  The care
you administer is important, but I have had rope that was brand
new come undone on the first day."

"I see," Mr. Dillon said.  Claire thought his voice seemed a
little higher pitch than usual.  She decided to add a twist to
her head when she descended down his shaft.

"And do you ever blame the person tying the rope for the rope
breaking?" Mr. Dillon asked.     

Ms. Ash actually laughed.  "I see your metaphor, young man.  You
are saying it is the fault of the quality of my submissive that
she left me, not mine.  I appreciate the compliment but it
doesn't change the fact that I am tired of going through so much
bad rope."

"That is unfortunate," Mr. Dillon said.  "Excuse me one moment, I
need to climax."

That was Claire's only warning as her mouth suddenly filled with
seed.  She almost choked again but she remembered Ms. Ash's
instructions.  Claire swallowed it all, taking care not to let a
single drop escape her lips.

When he was done, Mr. Dillon pushed Claire away.  He tugged her
handle upwards so that she would stand beside him.  Claire stood
there, trying to hold back her blush as Ms. Ash's eyes scanned
her from top to bottom.  

After a few minutes, Ms. Ash finally spoke.  "Perhaps you are
right, Mr. Dillon."

"In what way, Ms. Ash?" Mr. Dillon asked.

Ms. Ash was still staring at Claire.  "Maybe I have been a bit
lax with the quality of rope I have been choosing lately.  I
think I will hold onto my books a little while longer while I
revise my standards."

"The Ashbee-Collette Collection will be terribly disappointed,"
Mr. Dillon said as he stood up.  

Ms. Ash stood up as well.  "I am sure you will help them get over
their disappointment.  Shall I untie your girl now?"

Mr. Dillon smiled.  "Actually, could I trouble you for a long
coat for her to wear while we wait for our cab?"

Ms. Ash smiled deviously.  

A few minutes later, Claire stood outside with Mr. Dillon in the
driveway.  The longcoat flapped around her bare legs.  Sometimes
the wind would go straight up the coat and chill her rope bound
body.  Her sex drenched the rope with her excitement.

"I have two questions, Mr. Dillon," Claire asked.

"Yes, Ms. Currie?"

"Why did you try to cheer her up?" she asked.  "Don't get me
wrong, it was a kind thing to do, but doesn't that just deny the
Collection her books?"

 "Ms. Ash has the greatest collection of bondage books in the
world because she is a fan with a singular taste," Mr. Dillon
explained.  "While we are obtaining vulgar books about actors,
Ms. Ash is gathering bondage books.  While we are authenticating
memoirs from politicians, Ms. Ash is gathering bondage books. 
She is just as dedicated as we are but more effective at her
hobby because she has a focus.

The important thing is that one day, Ms. Ash will pass away. 
She'll die and her books will be absorbed.  Who knows, maybe you
will be the head librarian when that happens.  When that day
comes, the books the Ashbee-Collette Collection gains will be
even greater in number because I gave Ms. Ash the hope she needed
to continue her hobby."

Claire shivered as the wind pressed the coat against her bound
body.  "So you helped an old lady mend her broken heart for the
sake of the Collection?"

"Of course," Mr. Dillon said.  "And what was your other
question?"

"Oh yes," Claire said.  "Why am I still tied up?"

Mr. Dillon smiled.  "That will be revealed when we return to the
hotel room."

Claire shivered again and it had nothing to do with the wind.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/



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