Debasement of Donna
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Author's note: On 4/2001 I have re-released this story. The work has undergone major corrections, and many narrative sections have been greatly expanded.
Debasement of Donna Ff F/f bd sm ds toys sod
PART 2
"OH! Mrs. Lowens!" I gasp as she quickly gets up and lifts me up in a bride-like manner. Holding me in her strong arms, one arm is under my back, the other cradles under my knees. I feel a wonderful sense of safety, being held in her powerful arms. I am small and precious as she holds me. She lifts my face to her lips and kisses me softly.
"Ready to be fucked again, sweet cakes?" Mrs. Lowens asks me softly looking down at my face.
"Yyyyess!" I hiss back to my new lover.
She carries me through her living room, down the hallway and into a large bedroom. The walls are Robins-egg blue, with tasteful recessed lighting and wood floors. The far window looks out over New York City at night. In the middle of the room is a king- size futon bed with dark bed-sheets and pillows.
Mrs. Lowens sets me gently down on the futon bed. The bed sheets feel cool and soft against my naked butt.
"Okay, sweety spread-em! I want you on your back with your arms and legs straight out."
I comply with Mrs. Lownens request, stretching out my arms and legs and looking coyly up at my new lover's face.
"Oooh," I gulp as Mrs. Lowens pulls out a leather cuff from the bottom of the bed near the left corner. She quickly attaches it to my ankle. In no time she has both my ankles and wrists securely fastened to each corner of the bed-frame.
"And this little chain tightener on each cuff will pulled you nicely taunt," Mrs. Lowens tells me as she fiddles with the chain on each cuff. Soon my body is pulled taunt in the perfect spreadeagle position.
What an unusual feeling it is too be bound spreadeagle to this woman's bed. Pulling at my arms and legs I realize Mrs. Lowens has left me very little slack. The dark blue bed-sheets feel smooth and cool on my back. I'm naked and completely exposed to this older woman. I have very little freedom of movement. The leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles are actually quite soft to the touch, but incredible strong, holding me firmly in place. Being bound and totally at Mrs. Lowens mercy really turns me on.
She sits on the edge of the bed and softy strokes her fingers along my legs, my tummy, arms and breasts. Mrs. Lowens lays down along side me on her bed. The slight jostling of the bed causing my legs and arms to stretch against my wrist and ankle cuffs, reminding me of my bound predicament.
This older woman..my new lover lays on her side next to me and casually tweaks and caresses my tits and plays with my nipples (which are now quite hard).
"Oh Donna, I going to have a good time with your sweet body. It's so tender and firm. Just the way I like it." Mrs. Lowens pinches both of my nipples simultaneously. I groan with desire and pull at my bindings. Her strong fingers treat my breasts like soft bread dough.
"Hmmmm," she says while closely examining at my poor breasts. "I think it's time to make you into a nice tittie-snack."
Mrs. Lowens lays fully on-top of my spread-eagle form. Her well-toned body and smooth skin feel warm and slightly moist as she slides down against me. Her powerful thigh and hip press directly against my pussy, her other leg clamps against my right leg, grinding her own hot pussy into me. Her hands hold the sides of my body, right under my armpits as she brings her mouth up to fully engulf my right breast. I look down in amazement as the older woman's lips stretch around the base of my breast. Her mouth feels soft yet tight. She brings her tongue to play along my nipple.
"Oooh, hmm, ooooh!, mm-Mrs. Lowens that feels very nice, y-you make my nipples really fell good." I pull against my wrist and angle cuffs, trying to push up my chest into her mouth, but Mrs. Lowens has me bound too tightly to her bed for much movement. I tilt and roll my head backward in mounting frustration. Mrs. Lowens gently bites into my hardened nipple.
"They are special deary, quite special," she says looking up between mouthfuls of my breast. "And there mine, completely mine!"
With that she arches her back up and takes hold of the base of each of my breasts, squeezing, pulling and kneading them with more force than before.
I moan and whimper at her increased frontal assault. The soles of my feet tingle and curl with pleasure. Her hip and thigh snake and rub against my pussy and open bound legs.
Still holding my breasts in her long warm fingers, she brings her wide open mouth to my right breast. Her mouth and lips engulf about half my breast this time. She sucks up mightily on my nipple and plays her tongue along the top of it. I groan and pull against my bindings, that's really all I can do. She's squeezing the base of both breasts now, causing my tits to `pop-out' slightly. She goes crazy biting, pulling, sucking and licking my nips, switching frenetically from breast to breast.
I roll my head back moaning, my hips bucking up against Mrs. Lowens.
"Okay, I think I've snacked enough now." Mrs. Lowens stops her assault. Letting go of my breasts she holds herself over me.
"Aaarh, ooh, ooh, Mrs. Lowens, please, please don't stop now." I pout and squirm under her firm body, pulling and testing my bindings. Our body's shared a sheen of slippery warm sweat.
"Is my poor baby all hot and bothered now?" She says smiling down at me while sliding her mature tits against my own. She softly kisses my neck. I whimper and groan in response. Our breasts slip and glide deliciously together.
She kisses me fiercely on the lips. I moan and open my mouth as Mrs. Lowens inserts her tongue into me. She breaks her kiss and looks down at me, inches from my face.
"Donna, I had no idea I would have so much fun turning into my complete Bottom. You're really quite a little slut, aren't you?"
"Y-yes," I whimper looking up in her sharp angular face. Her long blond hair cascades down her neck, tickling my bare shoulders. The older woman is fully on top of my bound spread-eagle form. Her legs and hips wedged between my open V legs, her breasts squashed into my own. The inside of my thighs are pressing into her own muscular thigh. I tremble with desire and lust.
She kisses the side of my face and slowly licks behind my ear.
"Well, my little girl-slut, I think it's about time I put on one of my favorite strap-ons and fuck your sweet young brains out."
"Oh!"
She suddenly gets off my bound body. The shaking of the bed causes my legs and arms to stretch out slightly. From a nearby draw she pulls out a good size strap-on dildo. I gasp, not so much at the size of the thing, just at it's sheer perversity. The plastic phallus is jet-black and thickly veined. The tip is a wide mushroom shaped head.
Mrs. Lowens comes back to the bed with the dildo in one hand. With the other she feels up and down along my pussy and clit.
"Mmmm, seems like my baby is ready to take my plastic friend here. I call him `Johnny.' Great for drilling little sluts like yourself. The other end also gives me a lot of clitoral action. Now stick out your tongue, deary."
I do as Mrs. Lowens asks me. She runs the black plastic phallus, from base to head along my out- stretched tongue. It tastes a little salty.
"That's it baby, get a good taste of all the lovers that come before you."
Uck! I can't believe she making me do this. But I'm too far gone to really care. I just want her to fuck me!
Mrs. Lowens attaches the obscene dong to her hips. The older woman gets on the bed and kneels between my bound open legs. She positions the wide head of the dildo lightly on top of my pussy. I whine and groan as she looks down on me, smiling.
"Well Donna, aren't we in a hurry today! You really want me to fuck you with this thing don't you, my little whore?"
"Oooh, Ooow, yes, yes.please Mrs. Lowens."
"I want you to admit that you're a total slut now, who belongs entirely to me!"
"I.oh, ohh, oh!"
I can barely talk. Mrs. Lowens takes short stabs into my pussy with the dildo, and withdraws quickly.
"I.OH!.I..I'm a total slut and belong completely to you, Mrs. Lowens..Ooh!"
"Just one more thing, every little slut like yourself has a hidden, nasty fantasy. I need to know yours NOW! Or I'm simply have to put poor Johnny away."
I'm going out of my head with desire! I twist and squirm around in my bindings, trying desperately to impaled myself on Mrs. Lowens teasing phallus. But it's no use, my movement is too limited!
"Oh, OH! Pleaaaze! Mrs. Lowens, Please!"
"Tell me now Donna, or we'll call it a night and I'll see you at the office tomorrow."
"OH!"
I blurt out my deepest, darkest fantasy to my tormentress.
"Hmmm, very nice, quite nasty! Well now, are you absolutely sure you want me to slip this thing into you? How about it slut-face?"
"Ooooh, oooh, oh, ooh please." I'm crying, I'm shaking with desire. This woman is driving me crazy! Here I am, spread-eagle on my back, tied to her bed. She's naked, kneeling between my outstretched legs, her warm knees press firmly..oh-so-firmly against the insides of my open thighs, her strap-on is firmly in place. I feel delirious, out-of-control as this older woman lords over my prostrate body.
"All right, sweetie, my little honey of a lesbian twat, here it comes!"
Looking down along my bound body I see a delightfully depraved sight. Mrs. Lowens moves her hips forward, her thighs press into mine. The wide mushroom head of the dildo slowly pushes into my pussy, finally! The plastic dong feels truly wonderful as it moves up inside me. She goes very slowly. I can hear, and feel a wet squishing sound as the phallus moves deeper into my body. I arch my hips downward so the plastic dong will rub against my clit.
A warm, tingling sensations spreads outward from my pussy. Whimpering with desire my head shakes back and forth on the pillow. I pull against my secured legs and arms. I'm in heaven.
Mrs. Lowens ever-so-slowly pulls out of me. I whimper in disappointment. As if in response she inserts the dong fully back into my pussy. Then out again, and in. I moan and close my eyes as she begins to deeply pump into me with a slow rock-steady rhythm.
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She closes down and top of me while maintaining her steady thrusting. I can't believe I'm doing this! Mrs. Lowens has played me very well, I'm very turned on now, countering each thrust back with my own hip movement up. Our breasts rub together as she gets down on her elbows over my bound form. She kisses me harshly on the lips.
With each thrust I can't help but let out a little moan. I'm so close to the brink. Mrs. Lowens slides her hands under my waist, holding our bodies tightly together, still maintaining her in and out, in and out. This allows her to thrust more deeply into me and gives us full body contact as she fucks me.
My orgasm blossoms out intensely from my tummy, causing me to tremble all over and against my lover. My pussy tingles, my breasts jut up proudly against the older woman. Mrs. Lowens stops thrusting into me. She body feels great on top of me, her tongue is deep is in my mouth, her thighs press wetly against my own. I'm completely impaled by her dildo, it all feels truly wonderful.
She gets off me quickly and takes off the strap- on and gets back on the bed. Standing directly over me she sits down gently on my breasts, with most of her weight on her knees at my side.
"Donna, sweetie," she says softly. "It's time for you to learn how to lick and suck my pussy, right now! It's - it's very important." Mrs. Lowens brings her wet muff forward, towards my mouth.
"Oh, I.." I still feel somewhat dazed. "I never really.."
"Well, there's no time like the present, now is there." She grabs the hair in the back of my head and presses my face directly between her legs. I'm suddenly overwhelmed by her scent and wetness. Somewhat shakily I stick out my tongue and lick, tasting her pussy. It's not too bad. I can't believe I'm doing this!
"Oooh baby. Umm, yes, just like that."
Over the next three hours, still bound spread- eagle to her bed, Mrs. Lowens carefully instructs me on the many, many ways to please her by just using my tongue. She cums on my face a number of times, leaving her sticky love-juice plastered to my face and hair. A good amount of her fluid dribbles down my chin and onto my neck and shoulders.
She finally undoes my restraints. We take a nap curled up together, totally exhausted. We get up a little while later, I'm floating on air. We clean up and get dressed. On my way out Mrs. Lowens wants to show me something.
"Come over here, sweetie," Lisa waves me over to a corner of her plush living room, "I want to show you a few things"
Lisa shows me her special `equipment.' Inside a slim cabinet she takes out an impressive array of strap-on dildos, short fat ones and spiky long ones and all kinds of leather cuff restraints and what looks to me like a horses harness.
"Donna, I had a wonderful time tonight, but here is where my heart really lies. If you decide to come back tomorrow night I will freely use this devices on your young sweet body without restraint."
"Oh Lisa, I will."
"Hush my young one, I want you to think about what you're getting yourself into here. If you decide not to come over tomorrow night, I will remember this wonderful night always and we'll continue our friendship. The choice is yours, I don't want you to give me an answer now, but think on it."
"Okay, Lisa, I think I understand." My mind is already made up of course.
Lisa pulls out what looks like a small squat table. It's about a foot and a half tall, two feet wide and three feet long platform for the corner. The top of the platform is covered in a thick soft-rubber matt, strange round metal `eyelets' are installed on the front and back and along the sides.
"This is my little piece de resistance. I call it my pleasure table.' I can attach my slaves to it in a variety of amusing and accessible positions. If you come over tomorrow, I will secure you, bound and naked, to this platform. As you can see, it won't be a polite diner-date' like tonight, if fact you should eat before you come over because I will not be feeding you. It'll be a different kind of date. If you decide to show up you'll become the key focus of one of my famous bondage scenarios. Do you understand Donna?"
"Umm, yes Lisa, I understand." I say as I stare, transfixed on the `pleasure table' before me. I become excited just imagining myself attach to it and what Lisa would do to me.
"Donna, you still live with your parents, right?"
"Yes, Lisa, I do," I reply in a somewhat embarrassed admission.
"Well, if you do decide to come over tomorrow is there any way you stay the full night, into Sunday? I don't care how you do it or work it out, I just don't want anyone to get worried."
"Oh, don't worry about that, I'll just tell them I'm staying over at Ashley's, it'll all work out just fine."
"Great," smiles my beautiful, older lover. She gives me a full, but soft, kiss goodnight.
I go home late that night as if in a dream. I feel a constant level of excitement in the pit of my stomach. The next morning I'm pacing my bedroom and going out of my mind with anticipation. I just have to tell someone, so I call Ashley, my best friend since High-School.
"Wow, Donna, I can't believe you! She bound you to her bed, and you completely ate her out?"
"Yup."
I tell her the whole story and about my next meeting with Lisa. I think she's duly impressed and even a little jealous of my new sexual experimentation.
I work everything out, Ashley is cooperative about the phony sleep-over. Lisa can have me until Monday, if she wants.
Standing in front of Lisa's door I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. I'm wearing a light mid- length dress with tasteful `cute' pumps.
Lisa opens the door with a big smile and an intense look in her eyes. Her hair is pulled back into a tight bun. She's wearing a silk bathrobe and killer high heels.
"So, you've come back for more," she says pulling me into her apartment. She quickly closes and locks her door. Lisa holds me to her and pumps her long tongue into my mouth, I gurgle in surprise and try to respond to her kiss. One arm goes around my back and presses me to her, her other hand roughly palms and squeezes my pussy, bunching up my dress between my shaking legs.
Wow, this is happening so fast! I tilt my head back, sucking up and down on her tongue. Her hand comes up to fondle and pinch my breasts. Just as quickly she brakes off contact on wheels me around, into her living room. I feel my nipples harden and a wetness develop between my legs just from that quick contact.
"Ow, Lisa, we're not wasting any time tonight, are we?"
"No, sweetie, we're not, just a few things before we begin," she tells me as we stand in front of her over-stuff couch. Memories of the night before flash into my mind. As Lisa's talks she takes off the robe to reveal black lacy panties and a tight black push-up style bra. I almost giggle, but she does look great!
"Umm, Sure Lisa, what is it," I say nervously shifting my weight from one legs to the other.
"Well, to begin with you must do everything I command you to do tonight. This is totally necessary for the scene we'll be creating, do you understand?"
"Yes, Lisa, I do."
"One more thing," Mrs. Lowens says as she spins me around and begins to unzip the back of my dress, "I will probably be the most dedicated lover you'll ever meet, but you mustn't be possessive of me. Just like I won't be possessive of you. If you want to kept your boyfriend that's fine, if you want to become the biggest cunt-licker in mid-town that's fine too. You may see me with other woman from time to time, this doesn't mean I love you any less. It's just that I need to be free to do my thing. Understand me sweety."
Mrs. Lowens gives me an affectionate pat on rump.
"I understand," I blurt out quickly. I look around her living room nervously, the low-platform table Mrs. Lowens call her `pleasure table' is pulled out to the middle of the room.
Mrs. Lowens turns me face-out towards the living room, holding me tightly to her, we're both in our underwear now, her pointy firm breasts press into my back sending chills down my spine. As she presses me to her, her lanky, strong body feels great across my softer skin. She begins to kiss the back of my neck and hugs me close around the waist. Her left hand reaches down and grabs me between my legs, palming my pantied pussy, her right hand moves up and pinches and squeezes my now-hard nipples.
I can't believe this is happening again! A keen sense of desire wells up from my pussy. My knees grow week as I let this tall, older woman have her way with my body. She roughly grinds the palm of her hand between my legs and pinches my left breast, still kissing the back of my neck.
"Aaaah, Donna, your so lovely, I'm a lucky woman to have such a beautiful girl in my arms," she tells me between her kisses on my neck, "we're going to have sooo much fun tonight."
"Well, Donna my dear," Mrs. Lowens continues, "do you see that my pleasure table over there?"
"Y-yes," I answer in heated nervousness.
"Well, lover, take a good look at it because you're going to spend a lot of time attached to it tonight. It'll allow us to take our budding relationship to a whole new level, through restraint your pussy and body will become a true tool for my domination over you ..."
Her voice trails off and I stare at the table. My God! Mrs. Lowens is driving me nuts! I'm becoming quite horny as her wicked hands slides up and down my body.
"Yes, Mrs. Lowen, aah yes!"
She hooks her thumbs in my panties and rolls it down and off me. She unclips my bra and casually tosses it aside. She takes hold of the back of my neck and walks me over to her low platform table in the middle of the living room. I feel a blush on my face, it's from being totally nude in front of this older woman, which is kind of silly given what we did last night.
"Okay Donna, I need you to climb on top of my little table here in a kneeling position with your legs well spread, got it, sweetie?"
"Oooh, oh um okay," I say awkwardly. In a heated whirlwind I clumsily climb on top of Mrs. Lowens `pleasure table'.
The platform is thickly padded and carpeted for easy kneeling, metal round eyelet's are installed along the edges. I kneel and await further instructions. Mrs. Lowens comes to my side and grabs holds of my left thigh and yanks my kneeling legs open even wider!
"I need you to be fully open my dear, now put your arms together and lean forward."
I comply with the older woman's order. It's amazing how exposed I feel up on this little table. Mrs. Lowens goes to a side draw and pulls out all kind of ropes and things. She takes a few long lengths of long soft white rope and expertly ties it around my knee and then pulls it taunt, attaching it to one of the side eyelet's.
Soon both my knees and ankles and hands are tied firmly but not too tightly, to the platform. As she tied my other knee, my legs were spread even further apart. She then took my hands and tied them together to one of the eyelets in front of me. While still on my knees, this has forced me to lean forward on my elbows. My back is now level and my ass is sticking out fully exposed.
"My, my, my, aren't you quite a sight," Mrs. Lowens says, rubbing her hands gently over my back and down to my buttocks. "So, Donna, how do like being tied up naked to my little pleasure table?"
"Well, it-it's interesting, I.ah..OH!" Mrs. Lowens suddenly pushes her pointy finger directly into my pussy.
"Hmm, your quite wet, well you and my table seem to make a perfect pair. Just a few more items."
I am becoming very turned-on while attached to Mrs. Lowens' strange little platform. A sense of unreality and anticipation hits me as waves of pleasure churn-up from my stomach. My nipples harden and my pussy is now very squishy.
Here I am, a restrained sex slave, tied up in the middle of a living room, under the command of a woman old enough to be my mother! I test my bindings, the ropes are strong and tight, but not enough to cut off circulation to my fingers and toes. I look out Mrs. Lowens' huge living room windows, I get a nice view of the sun setting over the city.
"All right now Donna, do you know what this is?" Mrs. Lowens stands in front of me holding what looks to be a black leather dog collar.
"Is-is it a doggie collar?" I gulp. She looks fantastic standing there in her black lace panties and bra. I wish she would let me suck on her breasts again.
"Yes, indeed, it used to belong to my father's Golden Retriever, Lilly. Unfortunately Lilly passed on. Now I use it to train young bitches like yourself."
Her fingers gently brush the hair off the back of my neck. She puts the collar around my neck and tightens it. I feel a strange mixture of pure mortification and excitement as Lilly's collar closes around my neck. It as if I've become her `pet' in the process of being house-broken.
She attaches a short lease to the my collar and then pulls it down around a hook in the bottom of the table. This forces my neck and head even lower, about 5 inches above my bound wrists and hands, but the more insidious effect is too raise my ass even further in the air. My poor pussy is completely exposed to what ever Mrs. Lowens plans to dish out.
My lover, my mistress gets down on one leg and brings her face close to mine. Her hand gently lifts my chin, and our eyes meet.
"It's interesting is isn't it? My young one."
"What's that Mrs. Lowens?" I ask, looking demurely into her intense blue eyes.
"The more I bind you the saucier you become in a slutty kind of way. Your young, petite body stretches nicely over my little platform. The way your peachy breasts firmly sway under you. Those pouty little lips," Mrs. Lowen is talking softy now as she slowly closes in on my face, a wild blush blooms again across my cheek, for some reason I struggle slightly in my bonds, "which I'm just going to have to kiss."
This older woman lowers her lips to mine to in what at first is a gentle kiss. Her lips are soft and firm as they press against mine. I tremble slightly as her kiss becomes more urgent. She holds my face in her hands, tilting my head upwards. I whimper and moan, pulling at my bindings, I'm quite hot now. Her tongue forces my mouth open and swirls around my mouth, slathing against my own tongue. She breaks off the kiss and stands up. I wish she would get to it and put on the strap-on dildo or whatever.
"Ah, how sweet are the young," she says while tracing a finger along my spine.
"Please, Mrs. Lowens, I believe I'm ready for your dildo now," I shake as I say it, I can't believe I'm actually saying such things!
".and impatient too, we have the next two days together, right?"
"Umm, yes."
"Well, relax my little slut, we have plenty of time," Mrs. Lowens is behind me, rustling among her equipment.
When she returns she holding what looks like two mini-vises attached to springs and ending with a hook. I immediately shutter upon viewing these new `devices.'
"Now relax my little one, no need to be nervous," her right hands runs under my belly and gently squeezes my breasts. Her left hands hold these `mini- vises' in front of my face. "Now it's all going to be all-right. These are nipples-clamps with some nice springs on them. I'm going to clamp them tightly to your tender nipples, then hook the springs to eyelet's on the platform here. These clamps will greatly heighten your experience of our love-making."
"Umm, Mrs. Lowens, maybe we could skip the nipp.oh! oh! OH!," I'm taken by surprise as Mrs. Lowens leans under me and takes my breast into her mouth. She roughly ravishes my poor tits with her fingers, month, lips and teeth. Pinching each breast in her hand, she bites and sucks on my nipples. I pull my arms and legs against the ropes holding me fast to the table. I am completely bound and totally at the older woman's mercy. My pussy is very wet now, I wish she would stuff something into it!
"Oow, oh, Mrs. Lowens, please, please I, I ..."
"Hush, you little whore," she says as she's concentrating on my left breast, pulling out my nipple.
"Okay, now I'm about to attach your first nipple clamp. I'm sure this will be the first of many, many more to come, because you have the perfect nipples for it, soft, long and tender, the clamp has plenty to bit into here. Sure, you may be a little uncomfortable to begin with, but in an hour or two you'll be thanking me when that darling little pussy of yours starts cumming in buckets."
I can't believe what I'm hearing! My pussy juice is beginning to run down my legs. Hours? Just how long does she intend to keep me tied up like this? Will she really attach me to those mean-looking `nipples- clamps.'
"Um, oh God!, Um Mrs. Lowww-ens? I ah..aah aarh aaarhhhhh oooooow!"
I feel the bit of the metal against my left nipple as Mrs. Lowens quickly tightens the clamp. A strange mixture of pure pain and intense pleasure shoots out from my left breast. I groan deeply and roll my head back and forth as tears of frustration and discomfort roll down my cheeks. I lower my head and brace myself for the right nipple clamp. Mrs. Lowens` deft fingers pull and tease the nipple, when the clamp bites I whimper, moan and sob with my head down between my arms.
"Oh, come on now, take it like the easy bitch I know you are! These are baby clamps and springs to just get you started. I've clamped women and girls smaller than you with much bigger and nastier clamps than these puny things," she run her hands over my breast, pulling at my newly attached clamps. I moan and whimper, shake and shutter.
"Besides I haven't attached the springs to the eyelet's yet."
"Oh god, Oh god, M-Mrs. Lowen, Please I'm just not use too..I..OOOH!" I manage to stammer out as she attaches the spring and hook dangling from the bottom of the nipple clamp to the lower eyelet on the side of my `platform.'
To be continued...
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