Message-ID: <12978eli$9807131357@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Chrissy Lorens" Subject: Debasement of Donna Ff F/f bd sm ds PART 3. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980713060905.13732.qmail@hotmail.com> Debasement of Donna Ff F/f bd sm ds PART 3. WARNING! The text in this file-story contains erotic material, including very graphic descriptions of sexual acts and sexual-sensual situations, especially between a young and older woman. And is expressly written for adults only. If you are an underage minor or offended by such material -or- if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now. This story is copyrighted 1996. The author expressly grants permission for this story to be redistributed free electronically or otherwise as long as the text is not altered and this notice stays with it. Otherwise, enjoy! Debasement of Donna Ff F/f bd sm ds PART 3. Chrissy clorens@hotmail.com "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.' 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, 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! OhMyGod! 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 this things. It's pretty close to my nasty fantasy she made me blurt out the other night when 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, your 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 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 groan into the ballgag in surprise as I suddenly feel a bumpy, hard plastic surface push against my rosebud. I moan and wiggle at the odd touch and try to relax. 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 fuck, even in front of all this people! The tip of the anal intruder pushes into me slowly and then is withdrawn. The woman then pushes into me a little further and withdraws. I feel my ass being opened up fully by this bumpy phallus-like object. The crowd ohs and ahs with each penetration. This cycle of in and out goes on for a while, a long while, until the thing is completely inserted inside me. A feeling of fullness and pleasure wells up out of my rear, causing my exposed pussy to tingle even more. My anus keeps trying to close on the inserted object, but it can't! I moan and groan into my ballgag. My thighs and legs shaking with pure desire. "Oh Donna," Mrs. Lowens resume her 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 the strap-on, like the true bitch-slut you really are." I feel the woman's warm thighs and hips press against my backside. Her hands come down and I gasp as a spiky dildo slides easily into my wet pussy. I feel her hands hold my waist, for purchase, as she thrusts into me. She quickly sets up an intense, forceful pumping action in and out of my dripping pussy. I put my head down and concentrate on my impending orgasm. Between her thrusting into me and the presence of the object in my ass, it won't be long at all now. Adding to the sensations are the clamps and springs holding my nipples firmly in place, with each plunge into my pussy they stretch a bit back and forth. The woman's thighs slap loudly against me with each thrust of the dildo into my cunt. I feel crazy, wild, out of control with carnality. I want her to fuck me good, good and hard! Oooh! I'm so very close! My unknown lover thrusts more forcefully into me as she somehow turns on the anal vibrator embedded deep in my ass and leans over my back grabing 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 feel her completely over me, dominating me, fucking me senseless like some kind of bitch- dog in heat! While continuing her 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. And I do just that. Wailing loudly through my ballgaged mouth and bucking against this woman over me, I cum in waves, and waves, and waves of pure pleasure. 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 if I'm just one big hole, taking in massive amounts of sensual input, fulling up completely and exploding outward. I feel slightly dazed as the woman dismounts from me and withdraws her dildo and phallus from my ass. Someone takes off my ballgag and I gasp rapidly 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 as Mrs. Lowens' guests leave the apartment. Mrs. Lowens finally unclamps my breasts, unbinds my 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 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 your 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 backside as she slinks down the office hallway. END OF PART 3. END OF CHAPTER --- Suggestions? Comments? 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