Masquerade

Chapter 10

"Hey Aiden! Can you put these back in the non-fiction section for me?" Joanna asked.

"Sure thing!" I pick up the pile of books and head towards the back. I work at the public library by the university, it's quite peaceful. As I started to set the books back into their proper spots on the shelves, my mind starts to wander. A personal submissive... and to a legit dominatrix...that's every fantasy I've ever had wrapped up in one, I'd be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this...but still, I have reservations...am I ready for something this intense?

The day goes by slowly, putting books back, checking books out, scraping gum off from underneath the tables in the kids sections. But she's constantly on my mind, her proposition, how tempting it is. I finished up by logging off the computers for the night.

"Alright, I'm heading out!" I holler towards the back, unsure of the exact location of Joanna, my manager.

"Alright, have a good night!" She hollers back, poking she head out from the back records office. I grab my coat and start the walk home.

It had started to rain and I got a, at least, fifteen minute walk home. That's great. I pull my hood up and start the trek back home.
You know? The rain really dampens all the sound of the city. With the world quiet around me, my thoughts begin to travel back to her. I had managed to take my mind of the whole "personal slave" situation a bit while I was at work but now I have nothing to distract me away from it, no excuses. It had been about 2 days since I had my meeting with the terrifyingly gorgeous Mistress Nicolette. I still hadn't managed to formulate a response to her offer, though I feared what would happen if I make her wait for much longer.

Me? Her personal submissive to train as she seems fit? It's hard to not instantly give in to the temptation of it all...but am I ready for all that? What if I disappoint her? What if I'm not what she wants? What if-

My train of thought gets cut off by rain coming down even harder. My jacket is completely soaked and the wind is whipping against me.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I curse out loud. I put my arm up to block my eyes from the rain but it's hopeless. I quickly start running but visibility is getting worse and worse. I need to find a place to wait this out. I look around and see what appears to be a coffee shop. I quickly stumbled towards it, opening the door against the wind. The door closes behind me with a slam and I try to collect myself. I found myself in a cute family owned coffee shop that had this homey feeling to it. I sigh with relief, happy to be in a warm dry place. I peeled off my wet jacket to hang it on the coat rack, groaning when I realized my clothes underneath we're soaked as well. I walk up to the front counter.

"Damn, you just come in from the storm?" A guy behind the counter asks.

"Yeah, it's a nightmare out there" I reply, still trying to shake some water out of my hair.

"How about a hot coffee? On the house" he offers with a smile. Oh fuck that sounds good.

"I'll bring it to you, so just find a place to sit and dry off" he said before disappearing into the back.

I looked around the shop a little, trying to find a place to sit. There's not many people in here; an old guy in the corner doing a crossword puzzle, a woman on a laptop sipping some tea, a couple people who look like students hanging about. My eyes wander around the room mindlessly before I noticed I feel a pair of eyes on me. I scan quickly around the room, trying to find the source, and my eyes land upon a girl. She's sitting towards the back of the shop, sort of out of the way of other customers, with a book in front of her. When my eyes go to look at her face, it took everything in my power not to collapse right there. Her green eyes, the very same eyes that plagued my mind ever since I saw them. She was here.