Hikari stepped into the quiet confines of the library, her heart pounding with anticipation. She was dressed in a short black dress, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Beneath the dress, her body was adorned with intricate body writing, the words and symbols visible through the sheer material. She knew that her master, John, would appreciate the effort she had put into her appearance.

As she walked through the aisles of books, Hikari felt the cool air against her bare skin. She had chosen not to wear any underwear, leaving her most intimate areas exposed. The sensation of the air on her sensitive flesh sent a shiver down her spine.

Hikari’s eyes darted around the library, taking in the other patrons. Most of them were engrossed in their books, oblivious to her presence. But she knew that John was watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to begin their game.

Suddenly, she felt a tug on the rope that was connected to the anal hook nestled between her buttocks. The hook was attached to her collar, which held a large ball gag in place, preventing her from making any noise. Hikari’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the rope tighten, pulling her forward.

She followed the tug, her body moving instinctively. She found herself in a secluded corner of the library, hidden behind a bookshelf. John was there, his eyes gleaming with desire as he looked her up and down.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “You look absolutely delicious.”