Emma Seduces a Lady at the Library

I told Mrs. Purcell, "You're doing great, but remember, every woman kisses differently. You need to practice with the others."

With determination in her eyes, Mrs. Purcell wasted no time. She turned to Isabella and, without hesitation, passionately French kissed her. The room was filled with the sensual sound of their intertwined tongues. Isabella responded eagerly, her lips and tongue dancing with Mrs. Purcell's in a passionate embrace.

Then, Mrs. Purcell moved on to Grace, and the two women locked lips in another fiery kiss. The atmosphere seemed to fuel their desire as they explored each other's mouths with fervor.

Next, it was Mildred's turn. Mrs. Purcell leaned in, and their mouths met in a passionate, lingering kiss. It was clear that Mrs. Purcell was gaining confidence with each kiss, and the ladies were more than willing to help her on her journey of self-discovery.

"Remember, there's more to kiss on a woman than just her lips," I said. "Why don't you start by kissing Daisy, and then kiss down to her breasts? Pay special attention to her nipples."

Mrs. Purcell nodded, her newfound confidence shining through. She turned her attention to Daisy and, with passion and determination, passionately French kissed her. But Mrs. Purcell didn't stop at the lips. She moved on to Daisy's neck and shoulders, kissing them with fervor. Daisy's breath quickened, and her eyes closed.

With a careful touch, Mrs. Purcell pulled down the neckline of Daisy's dress, exposing her beautiful breasts. She kissed down Daisy's chest until her lips met Daisy's breasts. She didn't hesitate to take things further, leaning in to suck on Daisy's nipples. Daisy couldn't contain her pleasure, moaning softly and gripping Mrs. Purcell's hair.

Loretta told Mrs. Purcell, "Practice on me next."

She removed her blazer and blouse with a teasing smile, revealing a lace bra that accentuated her curves. With a sultry confidence, Loretta removed her lace bra, exposing her perky breasts.

The room was filled with anticipation as Mrs. Purcell leaned in. She began with a passionate French kiss, her lips locking with Loretta's in a seductive embrace. She kissed down Loretta's neck and shoulders. Then, with a slow and sensual pace, she continued her descent, kissing down Loretta's chest until she reached her breasts.

Her lips met Loretta's breasts with a fervor that left Loretta gasping in pleasure. Mrs. Purcell didn't hold back, passionately kissing and sucking on Loretta's nipples. Loretta's moans filled the room, and she gripped Mrs. Purcell's hair, unable to contain her pleasure.

The ladies watched in awe and excitement, their applause a chorus of encouragement for Mrs. Purcell's exploration.

It was Beatrice who decided to push the boundaries even further. With eagerness in her eyes, she held up her dress, exposing her swollen, wet pussy to the room.

"It's time, Mrs. Purcell," Beatrice declared with a seductive grin, "that you learn to truly please a woman."

Mrs. Purcell didn't hesitate. She knelt down before Beatrice. Mrs. Purcell, eager to embrace the challenge, knelt down before Beatrice, her lips trailing kisses along her inner thighs. Beatrice moaned with anticipation, her body quivering with desire.

Mrs. Purcell continued to kiss her way up until she was French kissing Beatrice's glistening pussy, her tongue exploring every intimate crevice. She turned to sucking on Beatrice's labia and expertly flicking her tongue over her clitoris. She kept up her sensual ministrations for long minutes until Beatrice reached a powerful orgasm.

The room erupted in applause as the ladies celebrated Mrs. Purcell's newfound skills and Beatrice's pleasure. Mrs. Purcell beamed with delight, her face covered in Beatrice's sweet juices, a symbol of her audacious journey of self-discovery.

Olivia eagerly stepped forward, lifting her skirt to expose her swollen, wet pussy. She declared, "Now it's my turn to help Mrs. Purcell practice."

Mrs. Purcell, filled with newfound confidence, knelt down before Olivia. Olivia was quick to respond, grabbing handfuls of Mrs. Purcell's hair.

Mrs. Purcell French licked Olivia's pussy, her tongue expertly exploring every inch of her. Olivia, lost in the sensations, guided her, saying, "Suck on my clitoris, Mrs. Purcell."

Mrs. Purcell complied, sucking on Olivia's clitoris eagerly. She continued her diligent efforts until Olivia couldn't hold back any longer. Olivia experienced a powerful orgasm, her cries of ecstasy filling the room.

While in the throes of passion, Olivia couldn't help but express herself. She called Mrs. Purcell names, declaring, "You're a slut, Mrs. Purcell, and a lesbian. Keep sucking!"

Mrs. Purcell beamed with delight, her face glistening with Olivia and Beatrice's essence. The other ladies applauded loudly, their encouragement and excitement filling the room.

I turned to Mrs. Purcell, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Mrs. Purcell, are you ready to take the next step and seduce Brooke?" I asked, anticipation in my voice.

But Mrs. Purcell's response caught me off guard. She shook her head and admitted, "No, Emma. I don't want to seduce Brooke. I want to submit to her."

Her confession raised more questions, and I pressed further. "Why, Mrs. Purcell? What's going on?"

Mrs. Purcell hesitated for a moment before she finally revealed, "Brooke told me that if I flash my tits at her again, she'll spank me and make me her slave."

Her words hung in the air, and I could sense the mixture of desire and vulnerability in her voice.

"And... do you want that, Mrs. Purcell? Do you want to be Brooke's slave?" I asked.

Mrs. Purcell looked down, her cheeks flushed with desire and submission. "Yes, Emma. I do. I want to be Brooke's slave."

Ella and I exchanged a knowing look, a "twin moment." We had never tried to train anyone as a slave before, and the idea made us nervous. We weren't sure how to go about it or even if it was something we wanted to do.

Ella and I were more about seduction, not domination. We valued the connection and shared moments of passion. Training someone as a slave felt like uncharted territory for us.

But then Isabella spoke up. "I've trained many maids in the art of servitude," she said with a sly smile. "And I'd be more than happy to help you become a sex slave."

Her bold declaration seemed to break the ice, and the other ladies eagerly chimed in, voicing their agreement to assist in Mrs. Purcell's training.

Mrs. Purcell, overwhelmed with gratitude, looked at the ladies with a heartfelt expression. "Thank you all so much for helping me," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "It reminds me of the women in Fried Green Tomatoes, helping each other out."

Isabella took charge of the situation, her voice firm yet filled with a subtle seductive tone. "From now on, Mrs. Purcell, we will call you "Slave", you will call all of us 'Mistress' and thank us for every command we give you and every punishment we bestow upon you. Do you understand?"

Mrs. Purcell nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress."

With a nod of approval, Isabella continued, "Now, Slave, stand on display for us. Head up, tits thrust out, arms at your sides, and legs slightly apart, exposing your pussy."

Mrs. Purcell followed the command promptly. "Thank you, Mistress."

Mrs. Purcell stood in front of the book club, her head held high, her breasts were proudly thrust forward, her legs turned to expose her pussy lips glistening with desire. There was no doubt that Mrs. Purcell was fully committed to her new role as a submissive.

Isabella took charge once again, her voice commanding. "Now, we must adorn you as a slave."

Grace, ever resourceful, retrieved a dog collar from her car. She approached Mrs. Purcell, her gaze filled with a mixture of dominance and desire. "Put on the collar, Slave," Grace instructed.

Mrs. Purcell nodded obediently. "Thank you, Mistress," she said, her voice filled with submission. She placed the dog collar around her own neck, a symbol of her newfound slavery.

Meanwhile, Mildred had found bull clips typically used for holding paper. With a wicked glint in her eye, she handed them to Mrs. Purcell. "Put these on your nipples, Slave" Mildred directed.

Once again, Mrs. Purcell complied without hesitation. She placed a bull clip on her right nipple, and her face contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then, with determination, she attached a bull clip to her left nipple, wincing as it bit into her sensitive flesh.

"Thank you, Mistress," she murmured, her voice quivering with the sensations coursing through her body.

The room was filled with a heady mixture of power and submission, desire and pleasure. Mrs. Purcell's transformation into a willing slave was in full swing, and there was no turning back now.

"Stand right there," Isabella commanded Mrs. Purcell.

Mrs. Purcell complied, her body tense with anticipation as Isabella gripped the bull clips attached to her nipples. With a determined pull, Isabella stretched Mrs. Purcell's nipples and breasts as far as she could, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain.

As Isabella continued to tug on the clips, Mrs. Purcell obediently arched her back, her tits thrust forward. Her high heels teetered on the edge of balance, but she remained steadfast in her compliance to Isabella's command.

But Isabella wasn't finished yet. She pulled the bull clips downward, causing Mrs. Purcell to bend over, her ass provocatively in the air.

Isabella, looking down at Mrs. Purcell, raised an eyebrow. "You haven't thanked me," she stated, her voice stern.

Mrs. Purcell, her voice trembling, quickly responded, "Thank you for pulling on my nipples, Mistress."

Isabella's response was unyielding. "It's too late for that now, Slave. You must be punished. For your punishment, you must be spanked."

Mrs. Purcell, now fully immersed in her submissive role, offered her gratitude. "Thank you, Mistress, for punishing me."

But Isabella had more instructions. "Now, beg to be spanked, and count each one," she commanded.

Without hesitation, Mrs. Purcell lowered her head submissively and pleaded, "Please, Mistress, may I be spanked?"

Isabella didn't waste any time. With a swift motion, she delivered a single, stinging spank to Mrs. Purcell's exposed ass, using a hardback copy of Fried Green Tomatoes as her instrument of choice.

The room echoed with the sound of the spanking, and Mrs. Purcell, though her face flushed with a mixture of pain and pleasure, dutifully counted, "One."

Mrs. Purcell, her voice filled with eager anticipation, pleaded for more. "Please, Mistress, may I have another?"

Sarah obliged, delivering a second spanking with the book. The sharp smack filled the room, and Mrs. Purcell gasped but quickly followed Isabella's instructions. "Two..."

Again, Isabella spanked her with the book. "Three..."

And the spankings continued, each one accompanied by a count until they reached five. With every smack, Mrs. Purcell's submission deepened, her desire for this newfound experience evident.

As the final spanking landed, Mrs. Purcell's voice rang out with gratitude. "Thank you, Mistress, for training me to be a lesbian slave."

The room was thick with an erotic tension as Mrs. Purcell's transformation into a willing lesbian slave progressed.

The other ladies eagerly joined in to continue Mrs. Purcell's training.

Olivia took hold of the bull clip on Mrs. Purcell's nipple with one hand while delivering a firm spanking with the other. Mrs. Purcell's body responded to the sensation, and she couldn't help but express her gratitude. "Thank you, Mistress," she said with a shiver.

However, Isabella, ever the commanding presence, reminded them of the time constraint. "Time is running out, ladies. We need to finish Slave's training," she stated. "Now, let's see whose hands are the smallest."

The ladies extended their hands, and after a brief examination, it was determined that Grace had the smallest hands.

Curiosity piqued, Mrs. Purcell dared to ask, "What are you planning, Mistress?"

Isabella's tone was stern as she replied, "Slaves do not ask questions." She emphasized her point by delivering a sharp slap to Mrs. Purcell's tits, causing them to bounce enticingly. Mrs. Purcell moaned in response and thanked her Mistress for her continued instruction. Mrs. Purcell's moan of pleasure and her words of thanks signaled her growing submission to the desires of the group.

Isabella said, "Ladies, find something to gag Mrs. Purcell with."

Mrs. Purcell, in a submissive gesture, ever compliant, said, "You can use my stress ball from my desk."

Mildred took it upon herself to fetch the stress ball and, with a wicked grin, she shoved it into Mrs. Purcell's mouth, effectively gagging her. Mrs. Purcell tried to thank Mildred, but her words were muffled by the ball in her mouth. Instead, she simply drooled, her eyes filled with happiness.

Isabella, with a sadistic grin, twisted and pulled on the bull clamp attached to Mrs. Purcell's nipple. The poor woman's scream of pain was muffled by the ball gag in her mouth.

Isabella finally declared, "The gag is sufficient for the slave," marking yet another step in Mrs. Purcell's training as a willing submissive.

Isabella directed Grace. "Grace, put your hand in Slave's pussy."

Grace, ever the eager participant in Mrs. Purcell's training, knelt down beside her. She slipped a finger into Mrs. Purcell's wet and willing pussy. She added more fingers until her whole hand was inside Mrs. Purcell, stretching her in a way she'd never experienced before. Mrs. Purcell moaned with pleasure as her pussy was stretched and filled to the brim.

But Grace wasn't done yet. She withdrew her hand and, with a determined look, made a fist. Slowly, inch by inch, she pushed her fist into Mrs. Purcell's pussy, stretching her even further.

Mrs. Purcell's body quivered with pleasure, and her moans echoed through the room as her training took an even more intense turn.

As Grace continued to push her fist into Mrs. Purcell's pussy, she didn't stop until her wrist was buried deep inside. Mrs. Purcell's pussy juice ran down Grace's arm, slickening the intimate act. Mrs. Purcell's moans of pleasure grew louder as her body responded to the relentless penetration.

With skill and determination, Grace began to thrust her fist in and out of Mrs. Purcell's pussy, creating a rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through the submissive woman. Mrs. Purcell, now fully surrendered to her role as a slave, couldn't control her responses. It wasn't long before Mrs. Purcell began to orgasm, her body convulsing with pleasure over and over again, her muffled moans and screams of ecstasy filling the room.

She experienced one orgasm after another, each more intense than the last, as Grace expertly worked her fist inside her. The room filled with the sounds of Mrs. Purcell's moans and the erotic squelching of their intimate contact.

As the training continued, Isabella directed Grace. "Grace, put your hand in Slave's ass," she commanded.

Grace, fully immersed in her dominant role, withdrew her wet fist from Mrs. Purcell's pussy and, with a wicked grin, slipped a wet finger into Mrs. Purcell's tight ass. Grace gradually added more fingers until her whole hand was inside, causing Mrs. Purcell to moan with pleasure as her ass was stretched and filled.

Grace then withdrew her hand, clenched it into a fist, and forced it back into Mrs. Purcell's ass inch by inch. The sensation was a combination of pain and pleasure, and Mrs. Purcell couldn't help but shake and moan in response.

But Grace wasn't finished yet. She pushed her other fist into Mrs. Purcell's pussy at the same time, burying her wrists deep inside both holes. Mrs. Purcell's body quivered as she experienced the intense sensations of being penetrated in both her pussy and ass simultaneously. The dual penetration, one in her pussy and one in her ass, caused Mrs. Purcell to shake and moan, torn between pain and pleasure.

Grace, now in full control, began to thrust her fists in and out of both of Mrs. Purcell's openings, setting a relentless rhythm that drove the submissive woman to orgasm over and over again. The room was filled with the sounds of Mrs. Purcell's moans, a symphony of pain and pleasure as her training continued to evolve.

"Are you ready to be Brooke's sex slave?" Ella asked with a mischievous grin, knowing that Mrs. Purcell's journey to submission had reached a pivotal moment.

Mrs. Purcell, unable to speak due to the gag, nodded eagerly, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Grace, acting on Ella's cue, withdrew her fists from Mrs. Purcell's ass and pussy. Mrs. Purcell's once-tight openings gaped open

With a wicked smile, Emma took out two water bottles. She pushed one into Mrs. Purcell's gaping pussy and the other into her gaping ass. Mrs. Purcell's body twitched with the sensation of fullness as the bottles filled her holes.

To mark Mrs. Purcell as Brooke's property, Ella took a black marker and wrote the words "Brooke's slave" on Mrs. Purcell's chest, making her submission even more explicit. The room was charged with tension and excitement as Mrs. Purcell's transformation into Brooke's obedient sex slave neared its climax.

I watched as Mrs. Purcell, once the prim and proper librarian of the Dr. Eugene Clark Library, now fully submissive and marked as "Brooke's slave," crawled on her hands and knees out into the library.

The contrast between her usual prim and proper appearance and her current state was stark and shocking. She was completely naked, a submissive gag filling her mouth, and bull clips painfully squeezing her nipples. A water bottle protruded from her ass while another one stretched her pussy, serving as a constant reminder of her recent training. Her tits and ass bore the marks of hardback books that had been used to spank her.

Desperation and longing filled her eyes as she crawled, aching for Brooke to accept her as her sex slave.

The library patrons reacted with astonishment, disbelief, and curiosity. Some gasped, others whispered, and a few even discreetly snapped pictures with their phones.

Brooke read the bold writing on Mrs. Purcell's chest and grinned with wicked delight. In a sultry and commanding tone, she said, "Well, well, it seems like someone's eager to please. Come here, my slave."

Brooke ordered Mrs. Purcell to kneel before her. She then removed the gag from Mrs. Purcell's mouth.

With a wicked smile, Brooke spoke with authority, "From now on, you will be called Pet, and you will address me as Mistress. Do you understand, Pet?"

Mrs. Purcell, now known as Pet, nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress," she replied.

Brooke continued, "You will swear your obedience to me, Pet. You are my slave, and you will obey my every command without hesitation. You will wear a slave collar at all times, go naked unless I permit you to wear clothes, even in the library and in public. And you will not orgasm unless I grant you that pleasure. Do you swear this, Pet?"

Pet's eyes shone with devotion as she eagerly agreed, "Yes, Mistress, I am your Pet, and I will obey you without question, wearing my collar with pride and surrendering myself completely to your will."

Brooke's lips curled into a knowing smile as she heard Mrs. Purcell, now Pet, profess her undying love and devotion. "Very well, Pet," she said, her tone commanding. "Your training has just begun, and I expect nothing less than complete and unwavering obedience from you."

Brooke pinched and pulled on Pet's nipples, causing her to moan and gasp with pleasure.

Leaning in close, Brooke asked, "Whose tits are these, Pet?"

Gasping and trembling, Pet replied, "They're your tits, Mistress."

With a wicked grin, Brooke delivered three hard smacks to Pet's ass, making it turn a rosy shade. She inquired again, "Whose ass is this, Pet?"