The Librarian

Julie was a 19 year old college sophomore, still inexperienced in sex, but definitely experimenting, and already sure of her sexuality- she was gay. She knew that she was a lesbian from her days as a high school cheerleader, when she got excited from looking up her classmates' skirts, but not the ballplayers' legs. 

She was not an ugly, butch kind of lesbian- she was the kind of lesbo that made guys think, "Gee, what a waste- such a fine tail, and only used by girls!" She understood this fact, and sometimes got off from teasing certain men, not because she hated men in general, but because she resented the homophobia of those particular men.

Julie was not sure if she would ever find a woman to settle down with, marry, and raise an adopted child or 2 (or an artificially produced one), or if she was the lesbian version of a swinger. She knew that some in her circle were like that, while others were inclined to monogamy. She still wanted to try some more girls out, to see what kind she liked- no sense in cutting short her options at this point, while she was still young and attractive.

Anyway, she was getting kind of flirtatious with this girl in the library, in a way designed to catch her attention, but not meant to make a scene. No dice, however, the woman, about her own age, whom she sensed was a lesbian, was clearly still repressed, and her reaction to the flirting, apparently not subtle enough, was one of shock, disgust, and embarrasment. Her boyfriend, oblivious to his girl's true nature, was even more displeased.

"Leave her alone, bitch- she's straight, and she's mine!", he suddenly, angrily yelled. So much for the theory that all men are turned on by lesbian scenes! Of course, given his homophobia, he was probably gay himself, or least bi.

"Don't be so sure, buddy! I think she's a lezzie, just like me, and she would like to kiss a woman. What about it, baby? Wanna kiss a girl?", she said, laughing.

The girl blushed, and left in tears. Julie felt ashamed; the poor thing was not ready for her self-discovery, and she was now possibly set back for years to come, thanks to her own pushy approach. Clearly, she needed to walk more discreetly from now on, slowly seducing these girls.

The guy was gone, too, now, but Julie had a new problem; the tall assistant librarian, probably a grad student, with short, but lovely dark hair, evidently a femme like herself, was watching her with a stern face of disappointment. As if I don't have enough problems today, Julie thought, a fellow Sappho is upset with me, and she has authority to boot! 

"Ma'am, I hate to be rude, but we don't like noises or arguments in here; I understand your situation, but we can't have debates and fights over girls in the university's library- students like you are trying to learn. Don't you have something to study? You were busy enough reading before that girl walked in here."

"Yes, but I finished before I started making eyes at her. I'm sorry- I won't flirt with closet lesbians in the library from now on, much less argue with their boyfriends. Do you accept my apology?"

"Certainly, miss, and I'm not going to toss you out, but I do think that you need a lesson in respecting this library, and being quiet- don't you?"

"What sort of lesson, ma'am?", Julie was half worried, half aroused at this point. She had never tried anything SM before; what would it be like?

"You need to be gagged, bound, and spanked- maybe even whipped. Wouldn't you agree, that a bad example for other lesbians needs to be punished?"

"Ok, but how long?"

"Don't concern yourself with time- that is trivial, next to learning how to help, not hurt the Sapphic cause with your behavior."

"So it's however long it takes, to train me to be a good girl's girl?"

"Exactly, dear, and I'm naturally going to be the one doing it, or more to the point, you. You're not being coerced into this, so if you comply, I will assume that you want this as well as I."

"Alright- it's for my own good, right?"

"Wise decision, darling. Now, follow me into the back of the library. As you can see, we're alone now, as my supervisor is off today. I will immediately start your orientation. Get on your knees." She didn't look like she was joking, so Julie quickly complied, sooner than she expected, in fact.

The librarian then unzipped her slacks, pulled down her panties, and ordered Julie to lick her twat. Julie gladly obeyed that command, as well, and found that she was enjoying the subordinate role required of her. What she enjoyed even more, however, was the taste and smell of this particular woman. She was succulent, sweet, and salty, at the same time, and the sweat that mixed with her girl-cum was positively delicious.

"Oh, baby- you are such a cunt licker- I am sooo glad you're gay!", the librarian screamed.

Julie couldn't resist the chance for a snide remark, "What happened to silence, dear?"

The lady frowned, saying, "Silence is for younger, submissive lesbians, not their mistresses. Now, strip, and get on all fours!"

Julie eagerly did as she was instructed, finding herself hornier than ever, as she was being controlled and schooled by this slightly older girl. She was quite pleased when the woman then bent, thinking that she would be returning the favor, but instead she produced a paddle, like those traditionally used in school, and commenced a hard, serious
spanking, that made Julie both sore and wet. There was no longer any question in Julie's mind as to her nature- she was a submissive lesbian, alright, just as the woman had indicated.

The whacks kept up for quite a while, and then, when Julie thought she would moan, whimper, and cry, the lady gagged her, stopping any sound before it even started. Julie could not help her arousal now- she had to climax, because the delicious helplessness and vulnerability were even more intense now. She was being physically assaulted by another woman, with her own consent, and she could not even be heard when she wailed from the pain.

As the girl fixed handcuffs on her wrists, Julie completely yielded to her orgasm, shrieking her lungs out. The pain in her wrists, plus the total inability to fight back against the spanking of her bruised butt, were enough to make her fly right off the precipice.

Next, she felt her own skirt being removed, along with her panties, and the massive shove of a plastic implement deep into her rectum. It hurt to an extent that she wanted to ball her eyes out, because the force and weight were more than her nearly virgin ass was accustomed to accepting, as she had only been fucked there with fingers, tongues, and beads in the past.

Now, however, her asshole was probed, no, wait, invaded, by this dildo, which was obviously strapped onto her friend's thigh harness.
The woman was not being easy on it, either, preferring to just ramrod her rear for all it was worth. Julie felt like she was being torn apart for a few moments, as the large plastic phallus kept taking her ass more and more, using it for its owner pleasure. Even so, she loved the agony, and felt more complete as a person than ever, receiving that enormous instrument inside her backdoor.

It was then that the librarian removed her gag, to whisper a question, "What's your name, bitch?"

"Julie, ma'am."

"Don't call me 'ma'am'- I'm 25 years old. Call me 'mistress Miriam', and beg me to fuck you with a vibrator, roughly, while I sodomize you, slave!"

"Ok, please fuck me roughly with that vibrator of yours, while you sodomize me, Mistress Miriam!"

"Very well, then I will, but only 'cause you've been mostly a good, cooperative slave girl so far, with the exception of that smart-assed remark, for which you will be severely punished at some point in the future. In the meantime, however, you deserve a reward- getting DP'd with my strap-on and vibrator at once."

Miriam turned on the switch to the vibrator, and then brutally shoved it into Julie's cunt, setting it on fire, so to speak. She kept buggering her, too, so that she was screaming from the combination of agony and arousal she felt at both ends. She came all over both dildoes, and her cum dripped onto Miriam's snatch.

"Oh, slave- this is fantastic; I think you're a keeper! Beg me like my bitch, to let you stay my slave for life- do it now, slave, or I'll lash you with my whip!"

"Please, Mistress Miriam- please keep me as your slave for life!"

"Good girl! Now, my love, I'll eat your cunt, like you hoped, but you're to help me, by finger-fucking your own clit and rectum, while I do it- understood? That's the rule- whenever I eat you, you'll have to masturbate!"

Julie obeyed, and found that her stretched-out anus more than cooperated with her fingers, as did her much excited clit, while Miriam's mouth devoured her pussy, running her tongue, lips, and even teeth along the labia and inside the cunnus. She had at some point been un-cuffed, and she was starting to feel the difference in her wrists, with the tightness and coldness of the cuffs gone from her, making her long for their painful, but delightful return.

As the oral attention brought her off at last, in tandem with her strict mistress, she knew that she truly wanted this permanently- to be a slave, and to hell with her freedom!

Miriam made her bring her stuff over the weekend, moving in with her, and not having to pay any rent, because her mistress wanted her free enough from financial worries that she could devote her time and efforts, when not studying, to pleasing her dominant girlfriend.

She was eventually turned into Miriam's personal whore, servicing men, despite her lesbian preference, because that would help bring in the ladies. Miriam used her as a bribe to get husbands to let their wives be subjected to her control for a few hours. That's a story for later, however, as I hope you will continue read this saga of lesbian training.