Kinky Libraries

Týr posted about libraries & kinky chained books. It got me thinking, and inspired me to post.

I like books. I find smarts sexy. One very hot thing that made me fall pretty hard for a guy was when during a conversation he suddenly stopped talking, furrowed his brow and went over to his library. He pulled out a book, turned to the section he desired and proclaimed "this says it better than I could," he proceeded to read a perfectly fitting quote in an, unbeknown to him, very sexy drawl.

I like books. I like libraries. It is a treat for me to find the time to go to a library - pull books I fancy and immerse myself in them until the library closes. I have been known to frequent, and work, in a number of libraries. My favorite had wonderful stacks full of good smelling books, an odd architecture with half floors, bookcages and freight elevators with a secondary door that had to be manually opened and closed. By bookcage, what I mean is a study carrel. At this library there was a selection of them which had a desk, a shelf and walls made of grated metal, thus preventing a graduate students from squatting in their carrel they sat in the middle of the less frequently used book sections.

Many a fantasy played through my head while I toiled away my hours putting books away in those stacks. I would imagine that I wasn't working for the library, I was part of the collection. As a library slave it was still my job to put books away, but I did so while chained to my book cart.

I was a lucky library slave, as I was not available for public use. Without being checked out from the collection I could only receive 'light usage' from a patron. One of the punishments that loomed over me was the notion of being made 'available for general reference'; being chained, naked to a sofa in the main lobby or at the checkout desk.

When one is flogged for being 'bad' in a library, one must be gagged and quiet, for it would be difficult to simultaneously flog and shush a naughty book slut.