Debasement of Donna




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Debasement of Donna
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PART 1
	
	When I was accepted into the Master's of Fine 
Arts (MFA) program in English, my father forced me to 
take a job in the `real world'. That's how the whole 
thing got started, my introduction to being a sub, or 
submissive, in the tawdry under-world of lesbian 
bondage scenes at the hands of a woman old enough to 
be my mother.
	
	Well maybe `forced' is too strong a word. I live 
with my parents on the upper West side in New York 
City and had just finished my bachelor's degree at 
Columbia. My father paid a small fortune in tuition 
and was terrified that I was going to send the rest of 
my days lolling about in their apartment, collecting 
useless degrees. I find it highly ironic that my 
father, who works at a large publishing house, would 
call an MFA degree useless!
	
	But Dad, being a Dad, was adamant about me 
getting a job if I was to go on living with them. He 
said that a young woman like myself, twenty-two years 
old with a college degree should be able to support 
herself and her own apartment. Yea right! We live in a 
large rent-controlled apartment on the upper West 
side. When was the last time he looked at prices in 
the New York City real estate market? Be Real!  He 
suggested that I might fine something more affordable 
across the river in New Jersey. What is he trying to 
do? Destroy me?
	
	Anyway, I LIKE living with my parents. The 
apartment is old but comfortable and they work so hard 
they're hardly ever home anyway. And quite frankly the 
idea of becoming another working slob like them, and 
the rest of this crazy city depresses me to no end. 
While I was an undergrad I arranged my schedule so I 
could sleep late and come home early and watch cable 
or bring over my boyfriend, Paul. 
	
	You see, I'm just not built for the working life! 
I avoid the subways at rush hour because of THE LOOK. 
You know, that look of haunted people schlepping 
between work and office, day in, day out. They scare 
me because it seems like they're already dead, just 
going through the motions of being alive. And I just 
don't want to go through the motions, I want to be 
fully FULLY alive!
	
	So, life being what it is and Dad being what he 
is, you can see how the deck is stacked against me. He 
puts out the word among his business `connections' 
that his daughter, recently graduated from Columbia 
needs a job. 
	
	Worse than that he even finds one for me!. Even 
worse than that my boyfriend Paul moves to an upstate 
college to finish his graduate work in geology.
	
	Arrrh! It's time for some damage control! I 
insist on working only part-time so I can attend my 
classes and insist to Paul that he comes down on the 
weekends.
	
	The `job' (what a horrid concept!) my father 
finds for me is through a woman who use to work for 
him. Her name is Lisa Lowens. I vaguely remember her 
as a tall, lanky blonde from when my father and mother 
would host office cocktail parties at the apartment. 
She now works for a different publishing house in the 
city.
	
	As jobs go this one could be worse. The official 
title is `research assistant' for the company's 
magazine division. Dumb reporters and columnists write 
inaccurate stories, my `job' is to do the work they 
should have done. I research facts and figures for 
their articles. It's amazing how they bandy around 
numbers with no regard to the truth.
	
	On my way out the door for my first day as a 
`research assistant,' I check myself in the mirror. A 
young woman, short but pretty looks back at me. I have 
straight dark brown-black hair, which I have cut 
smooth into shoulder-length bangs. I'm a bit of a late 
bloomer, my breasts finally fully developed in my late 
teens (no implants for me!).  I enjoy a healthy 
figure, not plump, maybe slightly on the thin side. I 
have a good appetite and enjoy food very, very much. I 
don't skip meals like my girlfriend Ashley does. I 
think that the extremely thin look currently in vogue 
is unhealthy and unattractive. I know for a fact that 
my boyfriend Paul doesn't go in for that `skinny' 
look.
	
	I'm dressed in comfortable clothes with black 
mini-boots. Damn, I'm just too darn cute!
	
	But woe is me! I have to be at the midtown office 
at NINE in morning or I'll be `late'. What a horrible 
word.  I'm on the packed rush-hour Number-4 subway 
going downtown. The train is filled with the living 
dead, and I'm joining their ranks! Commuters dressed 
in uncomfortable `never-iron' synthetic clothes. Men 
and woman alike fill the bouncing subway car with 
ghostly expressions. Yep, it's yet another day at the 
office. 
	
	Help! I'm becoming a POD!
	
	So I start my first real working day. In all 
fairness most people in the office are quite nice. 
Although my boss, Mrs. Takio is a little intimating. 
She's a tall, thin, attractive Japanese woman. As my 
manager she insists on looking over my shoulder, 
making sure I'm doing the work properly.
	
	I'm seated in a cubicle in the middle of a busy 
office suite. The walls of the cubicle seem to be made 
out of some kind of rug-like material. There is no, NO 
natural light. Instead us PODS are luminated with 
fluorescence lighting that makes my eyes water. The 
windows cannot be opened. Why would PODS need fresh 
air? I'm told the office has an enclosed HVAC system 
(whatever that means) that provides us with 
`conditioned' air, well, that's just wonderful. 
	
	My tools are the phone and the computer. I read 
the stories, confirm and check the facts. My mind 
wonders. Mrs. Takio comes by giving me a nasty look 
and I try to look as if I'm working. I notice the 
ceiling tiles. The tiles are made of a creamy-wavy 
matte that will probably be found to cause all kinds 
of health problems tens years from now.
	
	There's a knock on my cube's `rug'.
	
	"Hi, You must be Donna, Bob's daughter," a woman 
asks.
	
	I look up and see a smiling tall blonde in a 
sharp business suit in the `doorway' of my cube. I 
vaguely recognize her as Lisa Lowens.
	
	"Oh, hi, you must be Mrs. Lowens," I get up and 
shake her hand, "I remember you from when you worked 
for my father. I guess I have you to thank for this 
job."
	
	"Don't be silly, the pleasure is all ours, it's 
an honor to have a Columbia grad working in the 
research department. I'm sorry I haven't been by 
before to welcome you. How are you settling in?"
	
	"Just fine, just fine, the people are very nice 
here."
	
	"Yes, hmm, we try. I have to run now but was 
wondering if you'd be interested in lunch today."
	
	"Sure, that sounds nice."
	
	Over the next few months Mrs. Lowens and I have 
lunch once or twice a week. We get to know each. For 
me it's interesting to learn how this professional 
woman runs her life. She's very curious about my life 
too. It's been a while since she was a student and 
likes to hear stories from academia. We both enjoy 
exercise, although Mrs. Lowens is much more serious 
about it than I am. She likes to work out with free 
weights and is quite muscular.
	
	As we get to know each other better we disclose 
more about our personal lives. I tell Mrs. Lowens 
about my growing frustration over the decreasing 
frequency of visits from my boyfriend Paul. She tells 
me how she and her husband have been separated for the 
past ten years but are still very good friends.
	
	Then there was the lunch where she told me she is 
a lesbian. We were eating in a quiet midtown 
restaurant. 
	
	"So Mrs. Lowens, when was the last time you went 
out on a date?" I ask while munching on my sandwich.
	
	"Oh Donna, please call me Lisa, Mrs. Lowens is 
much too formal, actually I date quite often. I had a 
date last night as a matter of fact."
	
	"Well, Lisa, you've been holding out on me! So, 
tell me all about him, what's his name?"
	
	"Donna I don't mind telling you all about it, but 
you have to promise me to have an open mind."
	
	"Oh, of course," I answer, my curiosity piqued.
	
	"Okay Donna, you asked about my date, well, he is 
not a he at all, but a she."
	
	"Really? Wow! Mrs..I mean Lisa, are you a a ah, 
lesbian?" I ask. For some reason my pulse picks up a 
little. It looks as if I didn't know Lisa as well as I 
though.
	
	"Yes, Donna, I am." She answers, shifting 
slightly in her business suit.
	
	"Lisa, I can't believe it, I thought we were 
friends? Why didn't you tell me before today?" I'm a 
little hurt, but also intrigued by this side of Mrs. 
Lowens.
	
	"Oh Donna, of course you're my friend. I just 
don't go blurting it out to everyone in New York. I 
was just waiting for the right time and figured the 
right time was now."
	
	She told my about how she has been dating women 
for the past ten years and has a very active social 
life and is also into the bondage and discipline 
scene. Other then that not much changed between us. I 
continued to work part time at the company and attend 
my classes while living at home. Lisa and I continue 
having lunch together, where we joke around and blow 
off a little steam.
	
	Lisa seemed rock solid and knew what she wanted 
out of life. While I, on the other hand, was turning 
in a wreck. My stupid boyfriend Paul told me he's 
getting `more into' studying geology. I was lucky if 
he came down to the city once a month. I was turning 
into a real horn-ball, spending more and more time 
locked away in my room with the vibrator. 
	
	Whenever I asked Lisa about her sex life she was 
always forthcoming but never pushy, I loved her for 
that. I began fantasizing what sex with Lisa would be 
like. I enjoy having sex with men and have 
experimented very little with women. Really the only 
lesbian experience I had was with my friend Ashley. We 
goofed around with tongue kissing after a party once. 
But nothing ever came of it. I think we're both just 
too shy.
	
	My `Mrs. Lowens' fantasizes grow more intense. I 
find myself watching her at the office. She has a 
powerful yet feminine shape, with sharp shoulders and 
strong, long legs. I imagine what it would be like to 
be between them. She looks truly wonderful in a 
business skirt and blazer. I wonder if she would have 
any interest in a short twenty-two year old. The whole 
idea of sexually submitting to a woman twice my age is 
both terrifying and utterly delicious. 
	
	"So what do you do to these woman once you have 
them tied to your bed," I boldly ask Lisa at one of 
our lunches.
	
	"Oh Donna, you silly girl, do you really want to 
know?"
	
	"Sure, why not," I answer casually.
	
	"Well, if you MUST know, I usually kiss them, 
lick them, talk dirty to them and then fuck their 
brains out. Sometimes I go fast, and sometimes I enjoy 
going-ever-so-slow," she answers with a smile and a 
giggle.
	
	"Wow, umm, s-so how do you fuck them?" I ask, a 
slight blush rising on my cheeks.
	
	"That depends on the mood I'm in. I have a strap-
on dildo that I use sometimes, it gives me the wildest 
sensations on my clit as my lover gets the business 
end. I'm also the proud owner of a double-headed 
twelve-inch dildo, which is incredibly soft but also 
incredibly firm. That can be lots of fun. It's also 
nice to go totally raw, just pussy-to-pussy, clit-to-
clit. But that's the heavy stuff. Sometimes I just 
liked to neck softy on the couch, depends on the mood 
I'm in."
	
	I attempt to concentrate more on my schoolwork. I 
barely hear from Paul these days. At night I 
masturbate with my vibrator. I pretend that I'm Lisa's 
love-slave, and that she has me strapped firmly to her 
bed and is fucking me silly.
	
	Things are busy at work. Lisa and the other 
managers are occupied with a new marketing project and 
we don't go to lunch as often as we used to. 
Occasionally we see each other in the hallways, she's 
all-professional when we're in the office, but spares 
me a smile once in a while.
	
	Let's face it, I'm going completely bonkers. 
	
	Every day I'm turning more into a POD. Those 
blank stares on the subway. The endless mind numbing 
hustle-bustle that is New York City. All around me are 
people slowly working themselves to death.
	
	I finally decide to make a move.
	
	One day at the office I march right up the stairs 
to the manager's suite where Mrs. Lowens office is. I 
walk right up to her secretary's desk (who is very 
pretty, but I figure I should seduce one woman at a 
time here) and ask to see Mrs. Lowens.
	
	"I'm sorry Donna, but Lisa is not in right now, 
she's at one of the board meetings. You're welcome to 
leave a message or schedule an appointment."
	
	Okay, so this is a little awkward. I opt for the 
appointment. Apparently the only time available is TWO 
DAYS away! I can barely wait. I have constant 
butterflies in my stomach. My and my old vibrator and 
in for a wicked two days.
	
	Arrrrrrrrrrh!
	
	Finally I get to see Lisa two days later. I 
carefully dress in a stunningly cute mid-length black 
skirt and light blouse. I can do `cute' very well, 
sexy is a little bit tougher for me. It's mid-morning 
in the busy office, but what can I do? I'm a girl with 
NEEDS! Lisa Lowens, the older woman of my dreams, of 
my nasty, wicked fantasies is there sitting in her 
executive office, looking oh-so prim in a dark 
tailored business suit. Her long legs crossed in black 
stockings!
	
	I enter and close the door behind me.
	
	"Hi, Donna, how ya doin?" She says smiling as she 
sits back in her chair, waving me in, "I hope you know 
that you don't need an appointment to see me."
	
	"Yes, yes, Lisa I know, but you've been rather 
busy lately," I stammer, suddenly quite nervous.
	
	"I know, I'm sorry about that, things have been a 
little crazy around here. We should do lunch again 
soon."
	
	"Mrs. Lo.I mean Lisa, well I guess I'll just come 
right out with it."
	
	"What Donna, is anything wrong?" She gives me a 
concerned look with those sharp blue eyes. Behind her 
is a great view of New York City, looking uptown over 
central park.
	
	Well, I've come this far.
	
	"Lisa I want to be your total fuck-slave. I've 
been having the wildest fantasizes about you for over 
a month now. I submit to you utterly and totally, you 
can do WHAT EVER you wish to do to me. Tie me to your 
bed, fuck my brains out.  As a matter of fact, keep me 
tied to your bed, fuck me silly for breakfast, lunch 
and dinner. I just want you to know that if you want 
me, I'm YOURS!" 
	
	I blurted it out so quickly and nervously, 
sitting on the edge of the chair in front of her desk. 
Lisa, the tall, blond, professional woman looked 
somewhat shocked. But recovered quickly.
	
	"Oh, Donna, my poor girl, why don't you come over 
here," she says, getting up.
	
	Nervously I walk across the office towards the 
older woman. 
	
	She doesn't give me a tongue kiss, grab my ass or 
tits (which would of been fine by me!), instead she 
just gives me a big warm hug. I burst into tears and 
start bawling into her shoulder.
	
	After we both calm down a little, she knows just 
how to proceed.
	
	"Donna, listen, I enjoy my way of life very much 
but it's not for everyone. I appreciate that you find 
me attractive, many woman do. I think you miss your 
boyfriend a lot. My advice to you is to move on. 
You're really quite a beauty and there's many men in 
this office and beyond who would give their left one 
to sleep with you."
	
	"But, I don't want ."
	
	"Okay, okay, you want to have a date with me?"
	
	I sniffle and nod vigorously. 
	
	"All right then, I'd like to go slowly, do you 
understand?"
	
	"Yes."
	
	"How about dinner at my place, this Friday oh, 
lets say about seven?"
	
	"That sounds great," I say with a big smile and a 
sniffle
	
	"Donna, I liked you a lot as a friend, think 
about whether or not you really want to be my lover. 
If you have any second thoughts, and don't show I'll 
understand perfectly and we'll still be friends."
	
	"I'll be there."
	
	"All right then, now scoot! I've got a ton of 
work here and you've broken my concentration!" She 
chides me with a smile. I take a deep breath and walk 
back to my cube.
	
	 
	The next few days I'm walking on air. I buy a 
special outfit, a cute mini-skirt and stockings. I get 
my hair done up nice. I now have super-super-smooth 
bangs! I know it's a crazy, silly thing, but I feel 
like a teenager on her first date. And in an odd way 
it's true. This is my first date with a woman, and an 
older woman at that!
	
	Lisa lives on the upper East side, on Second 
avenue and Seventy-Fifth street, in one of those big 
East side luxury monstrosities. I take a cab cross-
town. I'm so nervous my hand shakes as I paid the 
driver. I check in with the doorman, then it's up to 
the ninth floor. 
	
	With butterflies twirling in my stomach I ring 
her apartment doorbell. After a few seconds my `date' 
opens the door. Lisa greets me with a gentle kiss on 
the cheek then invites me in. Her apartment is huge. 
She looks wonderful in a long dark-blue evening gown. 
	
	Lisa has prepared a light seafood pasta dinner. 
We take our time chitchatting while we eat in her 
large kitchen. The lights are low and the table is 
candlelit. Soft, relaxing jazz is heard in the 
background. I force myself to slow down and chew 
slowly, and remember to breath, breath!
	
	After dinner we retire to her living room. I sit 
on her overstuffed sofa as Lisa gets some red wine.
	
	"So," Lisa says impishly as she hands me the wine 
glass, "where do we begin?"
	
	"Um, are you going to tie me up now?" I ask 
haltingly.
	
	"Oh Donna, not so fast, I want to make love to 
you, but tonight I think we should move slowly, see 
how you like it. Then if all goes well you can come 
back tomorrow night for the heavy stuff."
	
	"Okay." I smile nervously and take a big sip of 
wine.
	
	"Also, I want you to call me `Mrs. Lowens' like 
you used to, for now on."
	
	"Okay, umm, Mrs. Lowens."
	
	"All right then, we'll do this nice and easy." 
She moves in front of me and takes the wine glass out 
of my hand. "Just relax and close your eyes. I'm just 
going to touch and kiss you now."
	
	Sitting on her sofa, arms at my sides I close my 
eyes and try to relax. The bit of wine was very good 
and helps in this. I can't believe what is about to 
happen to me. To be seduced by this gorgeous older 
woman who has been haunting my dreams for weeks.
	
	I suppress a nervous giggle as I feel her long 
cool fingers slowly caress the back of my head, and 
then down my shoulders. I guess she's standing behind 
the couch.
	
	"Oooh, Donna, you're such a beautiful girl. I 
don't think you realize it, but you just ooze a kind 
saucy sexuality," her voice lowers to a whisper as I 
feel her lips press against my ear, "and I just want 
to suck it up." She slowly kisses and nibbles on my 
ear.
	
	I feel a deep blush bloom on my cheeks. Damm it! 
It makes me feel like such a kid. Lisa hasn't even 
done anything to me yet and I can feel my breasts perk 
up and a wetness develop between my legs.
	
	Lisa sits next to me on the couch. I'm still 
being good by keeping my eyes closed as she wraps an 
arm around my waist. She presses me to her and leans 
into me. It feels great as her firm breasts rub into 
my shoulder. 
	
	She begins to softly kiss me just under my neck, 
her lips soft and insistent, going up to my cheek and 
forehead. Her other hand gently traces along my thigh, 
mini-skirt, tummy, then ever-so-lightly to my breasts.
	
	"So, lover, how do you like it so far?" she asks 
in a husky whisper.
	
	"I-It's n-nice, I like it." I barely manage to 
stammer out.
	
	"I bet you do." Her hand lightly holds up my 
chin.
	
	"Donna, you can open you eyes now." I comply to 
see her strong angular face close to mine.
	
	"Donna I'm about to give you your a real womanly 
kiss. It's going to be very wet and I'm going to use 
my tongue a lot. And you sure you're ready?"
	
	I nod quickly, looking into those wonderful blue 
eyes just inches from my own. Her soft lips touch 
mine. I close eyes again and tilt my head back 
slightly as Lisa increases the pressure on my mouth. 
Her hand holds the back of my head while she leans 
into me, kissing passionately. Her long body feels 
great next to mine. 
	
	As we continue our kiss I'm getting more excited. 
I push my chest out and open my legs slightly. I let 
out a whimper as her tongue sides into my mouth. My 
pussy becomes instantly wetter. 
	
	I can't believe this is actually happening! She's 
a woman and almost twice my age! 
	
	Our mouths open fully and our tongues swirl 
around each other. Lisa's tongue is long and forceful, 
she takes her time and explores my mouth with it. She 
breaks off but then starts kissing me all over my 
face. I kiss her back. 
	
	Her hands press up and down along my body, this 
time with more force. I return the touch and feel up 
her curving hips, her tummy and then onto her breasts. 
We still have our clothes on, but through her dress I 
feel she is deliciously firm, smooth and long.
	
	Lisa takes hold of my shoulders and lowers me 
down onto the couch. I'm now lying flat as the older 
woman squirms around on top of me like a snake. Her 
knee and thigh push between my legs, forcing them open 
and to squish against her pussy. Our legs are entwined 
and scissor-locked together. My mini-skirt is pushed 
up past my waist, Lisa's dress is in a similar state. 
We're both wearing stockings. She humps down against 
my thigh while grinding into my pussy with her own 
thigh. Clamped together tightly like this we 
immediately fall into a rasping rhythm. 
	
	"Oow, Donna, my little saucy one, this feel too 
good. If we want it to last we're going to have to 
slow down a little."
	
	"Ummm," is my only reply.
	
	Lisa sits up a little, our legs still entwined. 
She holds my shoulders and wildly kisses me on the 
face again. She sits up again and quickly unbuttons my 
blouse. Her hands move up my tummy and onto my 
breasts. She kneads, pulls and twists them through my 
bra. She reaches under me and unclasps the bra. I 
raise my arms as she pulls off and casts aside my 
blouse and bra.
	
	We stop grinding, Lisa kneels between my legs, 
forcing them wide open. Her hands grip my underarms, 
Lisa leans down and lowers her long tongue to my 
chest. I moan in pleasure as she slowly laps up my 
breast. She holds me firm as she opens her mouth to 
engulf my entire left breast. Her wicked tongue twirls 
around my nipple as she sucks up on it, then mashes 
her mouth into my breast slurping, twisting and 
pulling at me with her teeth and lips. 
	
	"Ooooh, Ooh,  Oh Lisa, Oh God, your tongue, aah, 
ooh, your tongue," I moan and gurgle as she serious 
laps at my nipple.
	
	I can't believe this is happening. It's as if I'm 
moving through a haze of pure white-hot pleasure. This 
far surpasses my paltry girlish fantasies. I feel 
dream-like, but this is no dream! Her strong arms hold 
me to the couch, her questing mouth is ravishing my 
breasts, her long legs push insistently against my 
pussy and wide open legs. 
	
	Lisa smiles mischievously and leans up and 
reaches under my ass. She unzips the back of my mini-
shirt. I push my lower back and butt off the couch to 
help her. She disengages from between my legs and 
grabs hold of my feet and brings them together. She 
takes my skirt all the way off. Then off came my 
shoes, and in one swift move she hooks her thumbs 
under my panties and socking and swoosh! She has 
finally has me bereft of clothing!
	
	She gets up off the couch, kicks off her shoes 
and reaches behind her neck. Her stunning dark-blue 
evening dress comes up and off  her beautiful long 
body. She stands before me in black bra, stockings and 
panties. Wow! She is quite muscular. Her exercise 
routine has really paid off. I'd bet she could kick my 
boyfriends butt! No doubt she could kick mine. Now 
that's a strange thought! She rolls down her panties 
and stockings and snaps off her bra. We're soon both 
naked, at last!
	
	"Spread your legs sweetie so I can eat you out 
properly," she says slinking to the couch again.
	
	"Oh! My," I  murmur.
	
	I do as she tells me. I'm still laying my back on 
her couch, Lisa kneels between my splayed legs and 
leans forwards. She slowly kisses my soft inner thigh 
and then gently bites and pulls at me, working her way 
towards my pussy. It feels wonderful, her soft lips 
and sharp teeth on my tender parts. I open my legs so 
far as possible to encourage her.
	
	As her long tongue pushes up between my pussy 
lips I throw my head back and mewl in delight. She 
sucks, pulls and then gently bites my clitoris. This 
is the first time I've ever been `eaten out' by a 
woman. Lisa's expert touch is driving me crazy! 
Unbelievable rolling sensations of pleasure emanate 
from between my legs, rolling up my tummy, causing my 
nipples to hardened and stand up proudly. 
	
	She continues to lap me, I squirm my hips around, 
trying to impale myself on her long tongue. Her hands 
reach under my legs and hips to hold me fast to her 
mouth. The older woman opens her mouth wide, her soft 
lips engulf my entire cunt. I feel her long, wet 
tongue moving between my pussy lips, slowly and 
deliciously she slides it into my pussy hole. 
	
	I whimper and moaning in ecstasy. She begins to 
pump her entire tongue in and out of me, slavering up 
my now copious pussy juice. She goes crazy sucking, 
licking and nipping my pussy lips and clitoris, 
mashing her lips, mouth and chin up and down between 
my legs.
	
	"Ooooh, Arrrrrrh!, Arrrh! oh God, Lisssssa! I-I-
Aaaaaaah!" My orgasm builds from the pit of my stomach 
and I spasm all over Lisa's face. I reach up and hold 
her face to my twat. She sucks and licks me through my 
orgasm. Laying on my back on the couch with Lisa 
between my legs I fully relax, feeling that hazy 
dullness of post-orgasmic bliss. She rubs her hands 
slowly up and down the inside of my thighs, it feels 
wonderful. 
	 
	"You seemed to enjoy that sweetie."
	
	"Ohh, yes Mrs Lowens."
	
	"I'd like to go back to what we were doing 
before, rubbing pussy to pussy, except now we'll do it 
rawhide, I like that sort of thing a lot."
	
	"Ummm, okay," I tell my new lover. I have a 
heightened sense of being right now. I feel fully open 
to this woman, she can be whatever she wants to me 
now.
	
	Lisa look up and kisses my tummy, my breasts, 
neck. She moves up along the top of my body again, and 
gently brings her musky lips to mine. Her warm skin 
feels great against mine. I feel her gentle weight 
push lusciously against me as she snuggles over me. 
Her body feels fantastic, her mature breast press down 
on mine. Her hips push against my V open legs. 
	
	Mrs. Lowens slowly inserts her tongue into my 
mouth. I open my mouth wide to accept her probing as 
she slides her pussy against mine. She slowly grinds 
her cunt into me. Our pussies squish and squash 
together. The sensations are astonishing! We're lips-
to-lips on both ends. Lisa's tongue feels wet and big 
in my mouth as she runs it along the roof of my mouth. 
Our hips and pussy thrust into each other. We slowly 
begin to find a delicious rhythm together.  
	
	The pace of our pussy grinding picks up, Lisa 
kisses my face my with a gentle force. Our tongues 
playfully slide and push together. Her pointed 
clitoris feels great as it rubs into me. Our arms wrap 
around each other. She holds me very tightly as our 
rhythm picks up. I wrap my legs around her slender 
waist, my ankles cross against her back as I the woman 
tightly to me. 
	
	Here we are on the couch, two women, separated in 
age by about twenty years, turning ourselves into one 
deliciously rutting beast and I love it! I'm pressed 
into her overstuffed couch, on my back with my legs 
around this sexy, older woman, she holds me incredibly 
tight against her body. My face is tilted back as she 
kisses me wildly on my face. One of her arms goes 
around my back and the other holds my neck to her, 
forcing us together. Her firm breasts mush and 
wonderfully rub against me, occasionally our stone-
hard nipple make electric contact.
	
	We hold each other tightly, sliding, thrusting 
and rubbing together. This goes on for a while as our 
crescendo builds.  Lisa pushes forcefully and slowly 
into my pussy and begins to orgasm against me. Her 
tongue laps under my neck. She moves down near my 
arching chest. With both hands she grabs hold of my 
tits, pulls them upwards and bites and licks my nips. 
I moan and writhe under her, my own orgasm soon 
follows. 
	
	We lie resting together for a while. The naked 
older woman wiggles against me. She sits up between my 
open naked legs and looks down at me, rubbing her long 
fingers along my legs.
	
	"Hmmm, your quite a good little fuck. For the 
rest of the night I'm going to tie you spreadeagle to 
my bed and continue to screw your slutty little-brains 
out." 
	

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. 
	. 
	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.'
	

PART 3
	
	My right nipple and breast are pulled downward 
slightly. She attaches the spring and hook dangling 
from my left breast as well. Now my nipples are 
clamped and attached to short springs on the eyelet 
hook. Now if I move or sway left or right, or forwards 
and backwards, my clamped nipples will be pulled 
downward in the opposite direction. 
	
	"Oooh, oh God, Mrs. Lowens, you really got me 
secured here, that's for sure."
	
	"Yes, Donna, that's the idea. Now lets take a 
look of that little pussy of yours!"
	
	The older woman gets directly behind me. I can 
feel her fingers sliding up the insides of my thigh. 
Never before have I felt so totally exposed. Her 
fingers trace through the pussy juice dripping down 
the inside of my legs. 
	
	"Hmm, very nice, you're certainly a wet little 
whore back here aren't you?"
	
	I don't know why, but whenever she calls my a 
`whore' or  `bitch' or `slut' I just get more turned-
on. How do I answer such a question? By now I'm truly 
beginning to go out of my mind with lust!
	
	I feel her thumb on the bottom of my pussy lips, 
then with a sudden loud  "squish" she inserts it, 
full-length into my pussy. I'm pushed forward slightly 
causing my nipples to stretch downward and backward. 
Then she slowly moves her wonderful thumb forward 
slightly, sliding it deliciously along my clitoris.
	
	"Oh, oh aah, Mrs. Lowens that feel so good."
	
	"Tell me little one, I don't suppose you've ever 
been bound and fucked in front of a group of people?" 
she asks me as she gently massages my inner pussy lip 
with her wonderful thumb and hand.
	
	"Oh God, Well, aaah, well no I guess not," I 
stammer.
	
	It's hard to concentrate as I try to gyrate my 
hips against her beautiful hand. I try to push myself 
into her thumb but I'm thwarted by the fact that my 
nipples are `hard-wired' into the table. I find myself 
testing just how far I can really `stretch.' I realize 
that Mrs. Lowens knows exactly what she's doing, 
setting up this terrible dilemma for me. 
	
	She take her hand away. I whimper and moan, 
twisting in my bindings. I hear her rummaging through 
her stuff. I brace myself for whatever is next.
	
	"Have you ever seen one of these?"The older woman 
holds a funny, squat looking dildo in front of my 
head. It's bumpy black molded plastic with a spiky 
head, about five inches long, fat in the middle, then 
thinning off until it flares out into a wide disc. 
	
	"Um, No,/s Mrs. Lowen, I've never seen anything 
like it before."
	
	"Good, good because one of my friends is publicly 
going to very slowly fuck you up the ass with it. 
Since this night is going along so well we'll make a 
bit of a party of it. Let's invite some friends over 
to document this special event!"
	
	I gulp and turn white.
	
	"P-public? D-D-document, h-how do you mean, 
document?"
	
	"With video and photos of course, you silly 
girl!"
	
	"Oh, oh, Mrs. Lowens please, no friends please, 
this is just between the two of us. I don't know how 
much I can take." I'm trembling and shaking, my pussy 
is openly drooling. Here I am, tightly bound, nipples 
and all, to her special `pleasure table'. Getting 
fucked in front of a group of total strangers would 
just push me over the edge.
	
	"Well, I'm a firm believer in sharing among my 
special friends, and you're just too good to keep to 
myself. I'm also beginning to realize that you're a 
bit of a complainer, and I have the perfect cure for 
that. You'll be so cute with those pouty little lips 
stretched around a nice, big red gagball, I know I 
have one somewhere here."
	
	In no time she's standing in front of me with a 
big red ball with two ropes coming out of it. Mrs. 
Lowens holds the bottom of my chin, bringing my eyes 
up to look directly into hers.
	
	"Donna, I think you know where my little scene 
with you is going tonight. My friends and I are going 
to completely humiliate you. We're going to perform 
perverse acts on your bound and gagged body, probably 
by fucking you in both holes at once." Mrs. Lowens 
gently caresses my bare backside with her hand, which 
only serves to further my mounting frustration. 
"Donna, my little dear, I want to give you a chance to 
leave, right now if you'd like, no questions asked. 
I'll still be your special friend, always. In a little 
while our scene here is going to get very intense for 
a young woman like yourself. So how about it Donna? 
Leave now or enjoy the ride?"
	
	"Oh, Mrs. Lowens, please, I'll stay, I'll stay." 
I blurt out quickly.
	
	"Great."
	
	She tells me about the special safe-gestures I 
can use if I want to quick.
	
	"Well, now that that's out of the way, open-up 
sweetie." I am beyond resistance. I open my mouth wide 
and she stuffs the soft plastic ball into my mouth. 
For a moment I fear I'm going to choke on it, but it 
stops at my mouth. Indeed my lips do stretch thin 
around the ball. The ball forces my mouth to open as 
wide as it's ever been. My lips and cheeks to push 
forward and my tongue is pinned to the bottom of my 
mouth. Mrs. Lowens ties the ball-gag tightly behind my 
head.
	
	"Mmmf, mmf, mmmf!"
	
	"There, there now that's a good little slut isn't 
it?" She tussles my hair slightly. If only she would 
shove one of her many thick dildos or vibrators in my 
pussy. I'm totally ready!
	
	Being bound to the low table like this and having 
my nipples clamps and mouth gagged is making me 
unbelievably horny! Nothing like this has ever 
happened to me before. The restraints on my legs and 
hands hold me tight to the table. I'm on my elbows and 
knees with my head down. I can move a tiny bit, but 
the attached springs on my clamped nipples gives me 
good reason to hold as still as possible! I am 
completely open to this older woman, she can do 
whatever she wants to me now. This situation is 
turning me on to no end! Waves of tingling pleasure 
roll-up from my pussy!
	
	 "Just one more thing, I'll need to tie a scarf 
around your eyes, just in case there's someone you 
know coming over for our special event tonight, it 
just saves a lot of embarrassment to everybody." 
Suddenly my world goes dark as I feel Mrs. Lowens 
gentle hand tying another knot around my head.
	
	Someone I know? I twist and turn against my bonds 
and try to talk but it comes out only as "mmmf!" Just 
how far I'm I going to be humiliated tonight? Why am I 
so turned on by this? My pussy continues to dribble 
down the back of my thighs. And people are going to 
see me like this! Oh my God! What have I gotten myself 
into?
	
	The next twenty minutes are excruciating slow for 
me, in my bound, mute and blind world. Every time I 
move or shift slightly I feel my sore nipples are 
pulled by Mrs. Lowens wicked spring-clamps. 
	
	Mrs. Lowens is in her bedroom, making a long 
series of calls for her `special event' tonight. I can 
hear snippet of her conversions:
	
	"Yes, yes the poor thing is tied up 
right with the wettest pussy I ever seen, 
yes you know how some young woman are.."
	
	"She's blindfolded and gagged, yes, 
photo are encouraged!"
	
	"No, no, no I plan to have her for the rest of 
the night."
	
	
	I hear Mrs. Lowens return from the bedroom.
	
	I try to communicate, but it only comes out as 
desperate whimpering and moaning.  
	
	"Hang in there my sweet little tramp. The guests 
will be arriving soon. I know at this point you desire 
penetration in the worst way, well it won't be long 
now. And let me just say now you look truly divine, 
bound and clamped, with your little pussy oozing all 
over the backs of your thighs, simply lovely." 
	
	I gulp and nod. I can't believe this is 
happening! I'm a mass of crazy sensations, slowly 
rocking back and forth on her `pleasure table.' Being 
bound on my elbows and knees, blindfolded and 
ballgaged I find my sense of hearing acute as Mrs. 
Lowens shuffles around the apartment getting ready for 
her `guests.' I can't believe people will be viewing 
me in such a state!
	
	Her doorbell rings and she briefly talks to the 
doorman. 
	
	"Our guests will be right up sweet-ums, they're 
in the elevator now."
	
	I moan and whimper and pull at my bonds. She 
going to display me like some kind of farm-animal!  
Despite myself my pussy is churning out juice, which 
is indignantly oozing down my legs. I must be dripping 
on Mrs. Lowens carpeted platform.
	
	The door buzzer rings and I hear it open and hear 
the sound of a number of people shuffling in. I can't 
believe this is happening! I'm completely mortified 
and embarrassed being seen like this, bound, clamped 
and naked with my bare pussy waving around in the air. 
I am also strangely thrilled and turned-on by my 
compromised position. In Mrs. Lowens bondage I'm find 
a total sensual liberation!
	
	"Please, please come into the living room, that's 
where she's tied-up, and shh!" I hear my mistress 
admonish her guests.
	
	I hear the group moving into the living. A shiver 
rolls up and down my spine. The group giggles. I hear 
their hushed exclaims as they view my bound and gagged 
state.
	
	"Wow!"
	
	"Nice, very nice."
	
	"Unbelievable, it really is Donna!" 
	
	"Oh my! She's oozing!
	
	"Mmmm, I like the way the little bitch's tit's 
are stretched!"
	
	Oh God! I all most faint! All the voices are 
female, and some a vaguely familiar. It sounds like 
they're around the couch, with a full view of my ass 
and pussy! 
	
	"Can someone help me move the little slut's 
platform around, so you all can get a nice side-view 
of the night's activities. Yes that fine, setup the 
video wherever it'll work best."
	
	Video?
	
	I feel people moving my platform around. Every 
shakes and wobble translates to the springs pulling on 
my poor, clamped nipples! Anyone on the couch now must 
have a profile side-view of my prostrate body.
	
	"Thank you, thank you," Mrs. Lowens says as her 
fingers lightly trace up and down my back. I tremble 
at her touch, never have I felt more exposed, or 
turned on.
	
	"Look and behold Ladies. Yet another young bitch 
is professionally attached to my `pleasure table.' And 
doesn't she look quite good in her predicament here? 
It's as if this slut was born to be on her hands and 
knees. Lets take a tour of my little whore's body."
	
	I groan and tremble as I hear her walk around to 
my front.
	
	 "I just love the way her mouth takes the gag, 
notice how these pouty lips deliciously stretch around 
the ball." Her fingers move through my hair and pull 
up my head towards the crowd. Her wicked fingers trail 
around my ball-gag engulfed lips.
	
	Mrs. Lowens moves down my body, she reaches under 
me and gently holds my clamped breasts. Even her 
slight touch causes the springs to pull on my sore 
nipples!
	
	"And just look at these beautiful, peachy, young 
breasts. This little whore has great long nipples, 
don't they look great in these clamps. She's also very 
sensitive, watch what happens when I pull on the 
attached springs." 
	
	My torturess cruelly pulls down on my nipples 
`springs.' Pain and pleasure wash over me through my 
clamped breasts. 
	
	"Mmmmmmf! Mmmmmmfth!" I moan and shake against my 
bindings as her guests murmur and giggle in response 
to my dilemma. 
	
	Her fingers travel up, then down my back. She 
gently caresses my bare ass.
	
	"And here's is my little slut's, `piece de 
resistance,' her gorgeous, saucy butt, and her cute 
pussy. These are the reasons why you're all  here 
tonight." Mrs. Lowens cool fingers knead and pinch my 
ass, I moan and squirm around. My God! This older 
woman has turned me into a sex-show for her friends!
	
	"What do you think folks? Isn't this beautiful 
young butt just crying out to be punished?"
	
	Punished? I gulp and tremble in my bonds. Since 
I'm still blindfolded I can only hear her guests 
titter. Mrs. Lowens fingers trace down my ass and 
thighs, grazing my oozing pussy.
	
	"Hmmm very nice, Perhaps the judicious 
application of a paddle to young Donna's ass here 
would do the trick nicely. How many wacks do you think 
our little slut can take?"
	
	Her guests giggle once again. I hear Mrs. Lowens 
moving around the living room. I hear women's voices 
call out their feelings about how many `wacks' my poor 
bottom can take!
	
	"Thirty, at least thirty for an ass like that."
	
	"Thirty? This little bitch could take at least 
forty, maybe fifty!"
	
	"I believe our saucy little wench here needs one 
hundred stiff wacks!"
	
	Bound fast to Mrs. Lowens pleasure table, on my 
elbows and knees, I tremble and twist in my bindings. 
My poor clamp nipples are sore. One hundred wacks? Her 
`guests' are absolutely relentless!
	
	"Well, poor Donna is new to this scene. Lets 
start her off easy," I hear Mrs. Lowens tell the 
crowd. I feel a broad, cold surface caressing my ass. 
She must be standing near me with paddle in hand. "I 
think ten good wacks will do our little bound lady a 
world of good."
	 
	In relief I sigh into my ballgag. The crowd 
grumbles in disappointment. 
	
	The first wack hits me hard on the ass. A sudden 
sting and intense heat rises from my rear. But what's 
so devilish is that I'm suddenly push forward in my 
bent-over and bound state. My clamped and hardwired 
nipples are pulled backward as the force of the blow 
pushes me forward! Mrs. Lowens planed this from the 
start!
	
	"Woommmh! Owwwmmmph!" I moan and groan 
uncontrollably with my blindfolded and gagged head 
down.
	
	"One!" Mrs. Lowens quips triumphantly.  
	
	As the spanking proceeds it has a delirious 
effect on me; the sharp sting on my ass, the pull on 
my clamped breasts. Mrs. Lowens has purposely forced 
me into this predicament, a crazy zigzagging of pain 
and pleasure washes through my prostrate body 
	
	It seems like an eternity, but the count finally 
gets to ten. My lips quiver around the large rubber 
ballgag, tears run down past the blindfold and streak 
across my hot face.
	
	"There, there my little strumpet, that wasn't so 
bad was it?" Mrs. Lowens comforts me as her fingers 
trace lightly along my spanked bottom, her guests 
giggle. 
	
	"Wow! Donna," Mrs. Lowens tells me. "Your saucy 
little ass is quite hot. Okay, the time has finally 
come. Let's face it, our young whore here is sizzling 
and  needs relief fast. I already fucked this little 
cunt once the other night, and now want to give one of 
you in the audience an equal chance to freely play 
with the body of our bound young friend here. You all 
know where my wide array of special toys are. Feel 
free to use them completely without prejudice on this 
bound twat before you. Do I have any volunteers?"
	
	I can't believe Mrs. Lowens is doing this to me, 
saying these wonderfully awful things. It's pretty 
close to my nasty fantasy she made me blurt out the 
other night when I was bound to her bed. I groan and 
shake on the table, feeling completely exposed to 
these unknown strangers, and tremendously excited. 
	
	"Hmmm, so many! Okay you, you're most appropriate 
I suppose!"
	
	There's some shuffling. I then hear someone 
opening drawers, they must be gathering Mrs. Lowens' 
`toys' to try out on me. Someone approaches my rear. I 
feel cool, wet lips gently kissing my now-sore bottom. 
I can't believe this is happening! A total stranger is 
kissing my butt! I can't believe what Mrs. Lowens is 
putting me through! I want to tell them all that I'm 
not a twat, cunt or a whore. I'm a good college girl 
who lives at home with her parents, I've always tried 
to be a good girl! 
	
	Of course it's a little hard for me to say 
anything with this over-sized rubber ballgag stuffed 
into my mouth. And would anyone take seriously a girl 
who let herself be blindfolded and bound, legs, arms 
and tits to a homemade `pleasure table?'
	
	"Well Donna," Mrs. Lowens tell me. "I'm going to 
step aside and let our volunteer take over now. Just 
relax. I suspect you'll cum like never before." I feel 
Mrs. Lowens fingers gently rub the back of my neck. 
	
	"The crowd is really enjoying your little show, 
my slutty one. Maybe I should narrate a bit since you 
can't see what's coming. Your volunteer is a woman, a 
pretty one at that. She has selected an anal vibrator 
and spiky strap-on dildo from my equipment drawer. 
She's now naked and lubing up the anal vibrator. 
She'll probably take you up the ass with it, and then 
fuck you silly with the strap-on. Oh, it looks like 
your sweet little bottom is about to be licked!"
	
	I shiver and moan into the ballgag. A deep blush 
blooms across my face as I feel the stranger's lips 
touch my ass. I've never been fucked in the ass 
before! Her lips travel back and forth along my heated 
bottom. A long pointy tongue lathers me up from my 
pussy to rosebud. I yelp as I feel the stranger's 
teeth bit hard into my left ass cheek.
	
	The crowd in Mrs. Lowens' living room laughs in 
amusement. I blush even deeper and tremble in 
anticipation. The stranger's hands take hold of both 
sides of my naked, swinging ass. Long, sharp 
fingernails dig into my soft skin.  
	
	"Donna," Mrs. Lowens says. "It's my duty to 
inform you, that our volunteer is about to take you up 
the ass with one mean-looking vibrator."
	
	Her guests laugh. I can't see a thing through 
this damn blindfold! I groan into the ballgag in 
surprise as I suddenly feel a bumpy, hard plastic 
surface pushing against my asshole! 
	
	I moan and wiggle at the bizarre touch to my 
backside and desperately try to relax. Oh! I can't 
believe this is happening! I'm on my hands and knees, 
blindfolded, gagged and bound naked to a pleasure 
table, while a crowd watches a total stranger sodomize 
my rear end! I'm swamped with lust and desire from 
being stimulated for so long!  I want to be fuck, need 
to be fucked, even in front of all these people!
	
	"Omwph!"
	
	I shiver and arch atop the platform as the tip of 
the anal intruder pushes slowly against my bottom and 
is withdrawn. I startle, shaking in my bindings as the 
wide, blunt bulbous head instantly returns with more 
force pressing down on my anal ring.
	
	"Oooommmh!" I squirm and groan as the thick shaft 
repeatedly presses against me with increasing force 
and vigor, and is then pulled back. I'm finally 
broken, the rounded tip presses hard into my backside 
and slowly enters my body. It feels huge and hard 
inside me. I gasp and shudder, involuntarily clenching 
around the depraved, beastly invader. I can't believe 
I'm really doing this bound naked in front of a group 
of people that I can't even see!
	
	I pant and shake as the woman pushes into me a 
few good, obscenely thick inches, and then slowly 
withdraws. I whimper at the incredibility gratifying, 
yet completely disgusting sensations shooting through 
my rear as the oily, raspy dong slowly slides out of 
me.
	
	My ass is slowly being fully opened up by this 
bumpy phallus-like object. The crowd oohs and aahs 
with each languid penetration. This cycle of in and 
out goes on for a while, a long while, until the thing 
is completely inserted inside me. 
	
	A most strange feeling of fullness and pleasure 
wells up out of my rear, causing my exposed pussy to 
tingle even more. I gasp as I feel the shaft's wide 
disc depressing hard against my ass cheeks. The thing 
is finally inside me. It's so gross, so 
uncompromisingly solid and wickedly thick. I 
intimately feel the shaft sticking straight into my 
bottom, skewering me like a little pig at the roast!
	
	 I whimper into the ballgag as my poor anus 
repeatedly attempts to close and clench around the 
hefty plastic invader, but of course it can't! I groan 
and tremble on the platform, my thighs and legs 
shaking with pure desire.
	
	"Oh my. Donna," Mrs. Lowens resume her wicked 
narrative. "It was such fun watching a proper young 
lady like yourself get impaled up the ass with that 
nasty vibrator. But it seems to have fit inside you 
quite, quite well. Now it looks like our guest is 
going to fuck you doggie style with a strap-on dildo. 
You're gonna get fucked like the little bitch in 
heat."
	
	"Oooowph!" I squirm and wiggle, intensely aware 
of the huge dong up my butt, and of my wicked 
predicament of being strapped over the matted table 
like this.
	
	The woman's warm thighs and hips press against my 
backside. Her hands come down. I gasp as a contoured 
dildo slowly slides easily into my wet pussy. Strong 
warm hands take hold of my waist for purchase. I 
whimper and twist as she slowly begin thrusting into 
me  
	
	She quickly sets up an intense, forceful pumping 
action in and out of my sopping pussy. I let loose a 
long groan as I feel her warmth thighs repeatedly 
slapping into the back of my splayed backside.
	
	I put my head down. I feel the unstoppable 
welling-up of a deep climax fast approaching. Between 
the strange woman's thrusting and the presence of the 
object up my ass, it won't be long now. Adding to 
these sensations are the clamps and springs holding my 
nipples firmly in place, with each plunge into my 
pussy my breasts stretch a bit back and forth. The 
woman's thighs smack loudly against me with each 
thrust of the dildo into my cunt. I feel loose and 
crazy, bucking out of control like an animal in heat. 
I'm well beyond any kind of civility, or 
embarrassment. I just want her to fuck me good, good 
and hard! 
	
	Oooh! I'm so very close!
	
	My unknown, seeable lover thrusts into me more 
forcefully. I bounce and rock over the platform within 
the merciless limits of my bindings and nipples 
springs. She somehow turns on the anal vibrator deeply 
embedded up my bottom. The harsh joyous buzzing it 
creates inside me instantly rocks me into a higher 
orbit. The woman leans over my back grabbing my 
clamped and bound breasts. I feel her own pointy 
breasts push into my back as she pushes up on my tits 
with her hands, causing my poor, bound nips to stretch 
downward with each thrust into my pussy. This woman is 
driving me crazy; I'm beginning to lose my mind! I 
feel her completely over me, dominating me, fucking me 
senseless like some kind of bitch-dog in heat!
	
	While thrusting and pulling up on my poor, bound 
titties, she bites the back of my neck and licks 
behind my left ear.
	
	"Okay slutty-whatty, you can cum now," my 
unknown, demon lover whispers softly in my ear with a 
vaguely familiar voice.  
	
	I do just that. Wailing loudly through my 
ballgaged mouth, I buck hard against the woman over 
me. I cum in wave, after delirious wave, shuddering 
hard as hot molten lava courses through my aching, 
twisting body over the platform. The vibrating anal 
phallus, her endless forceful thrusting and pulling 
against my clamped breasts, the feeling of her soft 
tits pressing into my back, all mix together until I 
feel as like one big hole, taking in massive amounts 
of sensual input, filling up completely and exploding 
outward.
	
	I feel slightly dazed as the woman dismounts from 
me and withdraws her dildo. I groan as she slowly 
draws the phallus out from my ass. Someone takes off 
my ballgag and I gasp and sputter through my mouth, 
head down, my lips and cheeks tingling and slightly 
cramped from being gagged.
	
	Otherwise I'm kept blindfolded and attached to 
the table. I spend an eternity in an other-worldly 
afterglow, barely aware of the room around me. After a 
while I hear Mrs. Lowens' guests leaving the apartment. 
	
	Mrs. Lowens finally unattaches my breasts, legs 
and arms from the table and takes off my blindfold.
	
	She holds me tightly and slides her tongue into 
my mouth. We stand there in her living room french 
kissing for a while.
	
	"Oh Donna," Mrs. Lowens says breaking the kiss, 
"you were just wonderful. I hope my scene wasn't too 
much for you."
	
	"It-it was wonderful Mrs. Lowens, a little 
intense at times, but you were right, I never had an 
orgasm like that before. I think, I think I'm really, 
really falling in love with you.."
	
	 "Well, that's nice sweetie. But now let's go to 
the bedroom, I really need some of that loving myself 
now."
	
	
	For the rest of the weekend we made gentle love. 
Mrs. Lowens occasionally ties me up, or clamps my 
nipples but nothing like her earlier scene on the 
pleasure table. 
	
	No matter how hard I press her, Mrs. Lowens 
refused to tell me who my demon lover was. But did say 
it was somebody I knew, which only drives me crazy for 
piquing my curiosity. I just have to find out!
	
	
	On Monday I'm back at the office, doing the 
boring fact checking research as usual. I notice some 
of the woman in the office giving me odd looks and 
smiles. Could they of been part of Mrs. Lowens crowd? 
How awful!
	
	I'm in the copy machine room when Mrs. Takio 
walks in. As my demanding boss and manager she always 
make me a little nervous.
	
	"Donna, I thought you had those reports copied 
last week," Mrs. Takio addresses me sharply.
	
	"I, I, I'm sorry Mrs. Takio, but I was a little 
distracted last week," I stammer like a fool.
	
	Mrs. Takio leans close to me and gently rubs my 
back.
	
	"That's okay Donna, as long as you're still my 
slutty-whatty."
	
	I look up stunned at the beautiful Japanese 
woman. I'm still holding the report binders absently 
over the copy machine. Was SHE the one? My demon 
lover? I blush unwittingly. 
	
	Mrs. Takio gives me a wink and quick smile. She 
leaves the room, turning gracefully in her high heels. 
I watch her attractive form as she struts down the 
office hallway.
	
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through asstr.org's cool web form at my web page: 
   http://www.asstr.org/~krissyl/ 


Or email me at:  k_lee@ausi.com_remspam 
(take off '_remspam' to send.) My old email address no longer works!

