Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 15:28:19 -0700
From: k_lei@my-deja.com
Subject: Debasement of Donna by KrissyL (Ff F/f bd toys sm ds sod)

Debasement of Donna


Please take note!
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including very graphic descriptions of bondage and
consensual sexual acts, especially between young
and older women. And is expressly written for adults
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons
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This is a fantasy, an entertaining fiction, bondage play
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Comments or suggestions welcome.
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Author's note: On 4/2001 I have re-released this story.
The work has undergone major corrections, and many
narrative sections have been greatly expanded.


Debasement of Donna
Ff F/f bd sm ds toys sod


PART 2

	"OH! Mrs. Lowens!" I gasp as she quickly gets up
and lifts me up in a bride-like manner. Holding me in
her strong arms, one arm is under my back, the other
cradles under my knees. I feel a wonderful sense of
safety, being held in her powerful arms. I am small
and precious as she holds me. She lifts my face to her
lips and kisses me softly.

	"Ready to be fucked again, sweet cakes?" Mrs.
Lowens asks me softly looking down at my face.

	"Yyyyess!" I hiss back to my new lover.

	She carries me through her living room, down the
hallway and into a large bedroom. The walls are
Robins-egg blue, with tasteful recessed lighting and
wood floors. The far window looks out over New York
City at night. In the middle of the room is a king-
size futon bed with dark bed-sheets and pillows.

	Mrs. Lowens sets me gently down on the futon bed.
The bed sheets feel cool and soft against my naked
butt.

	"Okay, sweety spread-em! I want you on your back
with your arms and legs straight out."

	I comply with Mrs. Lownens request, stretching
out my arms and legs and looking coyly up at my new
lover's face.

	"Oooh," I gulp as Mrs. Lowens pulls out a leather
cuff from the bottom of the bed near the left corner.
She quickly attaches it to my ankle. In no time she
has both my ankles and wrists securely fastened to
each corner of the bed-frame.

	"And this little chain tightener on each cuff
will pulled you nicely taunt," Mrs. Lowens tells me as
she fiddles with the chain on each cuff. Soon my body
is pulled taunt in the perfect spreadeagle position.

	What an unusual feeling it is too be bound
spreadeagle to this woman's bed. Pulling at my arms
and legs I realize Mrs. Lowens has left me very little
slack. The dark blue bed-sheets feel smooth and cool
on my back. I'm naked and completely exposed to this
older woman. I have very little freedom of movement.
The leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles are actually
quite soft to the touch, but incredible strong,
holding me firmly in place. Being bound and totally at
Mrs. Lowens mercy really turns me on.

	She sits on the edge of the bed and softy strokes
her fingers along my legs, my tummy, arms and breasts.
Mrs. Lowens lays down along side me on her bed. The
slight jostling of the bed causing my legs and arms to
stretch against my wrist and ankle cuffs, reminding me
of my bound predicament.

	This older woman..my new lover lays on her side
next to me and casually tweaks and caresses my tits
and plays with my nipples (which are now quite hard).

	"Oh Donna, I going to have a good time with your
sweet body. It's so tender and firm. Just the way I
like it." Mrs. Lowens pinches both of my nipples
simultaneously. I groan with desire and pull at my
bindings. Her strong fingers treat my breasts like
soft bread dough.

	"Hmmmm," she says while closely examining at my
poor breasts. "I think it's time to make you into a
nice tittie-snack."

	Mrs. Lowens lays fully on-top of my spread-eagle
form. Her well-toned body and smooth skin feel warm
and slightly moist as she slides down against me. Her
powerful thigh and hip press directly against my
pussy, her other leg clamps against my right leg,
grinding her own hot pussy into me. Her hands hold the
sides of my body, right under my armpits as she brings
her mouth up to fully engulf my right breast. I look
down in amazement as the older woman's lips stretch
around the base of my breast. Her mouth feels soft yet
tight. She brings her tongue to play along my nipple.

	"Oooh, hmm, ooooh!,  mm-Mrs. Lowens that feels
very nice, y-you make my nipples really fell good." I
pull against my wrist and angle cuffs, trying to push
up my chest into her mouth, but Mrs. Lowens has me
bound too tightly to her bed for much movement. I tilt
and roll my head backward in mounting frustration.
Mrs. Lowens gently bites into my hardened nipple.

	"They are special deary, quite special," she says
looking up between mouthfuls of my breast. "And there
mine, completely mine!"

	With that she arches her back up and takes hold
of the base of each of my breasts, squeezing, pulling
and kneading them with more force than before.

	I moan and whimper at her increased frontal
assault. The soles of my feet tingle and curl with
pleasure. Her hip and thigh snake and rub against my
pussy and open bound legs.

	Still holding my breasts in her long warm
fingers, she brings her wide open mouth to my right
breast. Her mouth and lips engulf about half my breast
this time. She sucks up mightily on my nipple and
plays her tongue along the top of it. I groan and pull
against my bindings, that's really all I can do. She's
squeezing the base of both breasts now, causing my
tits to `pop-out' slightly. She goes crazy biting,
pulling, sucking and licking my nips, switching
frenetically from breast to breast.

	I roll my head back moaning, my hips bucking up
against Mrs. Lowens.

	"Okay, I think I've snacked enough now." Mrs.
Lowens stops her assault. Letting go of my breasts she
holds herself over me.

	"Aaarh, ooh, ooh, Mrs. Lowens, please, please
don't stop now." I pout and squirm under her firm
body, pulling and testing my bindings. Our body's
shared a sheen of slippery warm sweat.

	"Is my poor baby all hot and bothered now?" She
says smiling down at me while sliding her mature tits
against my own. She softly kisses my neck. I whimper
and groan in response. Our breasts slip and glide
deliciously together.

	She kisses me fiercely on the lips. I moan and
open my mouth as  Mrs. Lowens inserts her tongue into
me. She breaks her kiss and looks down at me, inches
from my face.

	"Donna, I had no idea I would have so much fun
turning into my complete Bottom. You're really quite a
little slut, aren't you?"

	 "Y-yes," I whimper looking up in her sharp
angular face. Her long blond hair cascades down her
neck, tickling my bare shoulders. The older woman is
fully on top of my bound spread-eagle form. Her legs
and hips wedged between my open V legs, her breasts
squashed into my own. The inside of my thighs are
pressing into her own muscular thigh. I tremble with
desire and lust.

	She kisses the side of my face and slowly licks
behind my ear.

	"Well, my little girl-slut, I think it's about
time I put on one of my favorite strap-ons and fuck
your sweet young brains out."

	"Oh!"

	She suddenly gets off my bound body. The shaking
of the bed causes my legs and arms to stretch out
slightly. From a nearby draw she pulls out a good size
strap-on dildo. I gasp, not so much at the size of the
thing, just at it's sheer perversity. The plastic
phallus is jet-black and thickly veined. The tip is a
wide mushroom shaped head.

	Mrs. Lowens comes back to the bed with the dildo
in one hand. With the other she feels up and down
along my pussy and clit.

	"Mmmm, seems like my baby is ready to take my
plastic friend here. I call him `Johnny.' Great for
drilling little sluts like yourself. The other end
also gives me a lot of clitoral action. Now stick out
your tongue, deary."

	I do as Mrs. Lowens asks me. She runs the black
plastic phallus, from base to head along my out-
stretched tongue. It tastes a little salty.

	"That's it baby, get a good taste of all the
lovers that come before you."

	Uck! I can't believe she making me do this. But
I'm too far gone to really care. I just want her to
fuck me!

	Mrs. Lowens attaches the obscene dong to her
hips. The older woman gets on the bed and kneels
between my bound open legs. She positions the wide
head of the dildo lightly on top of my pussy. I whine
and groan as she looks down on me, smiling.

	"Well Donna, aren't we in a hurry today! You
really want me to fuck you with this thing don't you,
my little whore?"

	"Oooh, Ooow, yes, yes.please Mrs. Lowens."

	"I want you to admit that you're a total slut
now, who belongs entirely to me!"

	"I.oh, ohh, oh!"

	I can barely talk. Mrs. Lowens takes short stabs
into my pussy with the dildo, and withdraws quickly.

	"I.OH!.I..I'm a total slut and belong completely
to you, Mrs. Lowens..Ooh!"

	"Just one more thing, every little slut like
yourself has a hidden, nasty fantasy. I need to know
yours NOW! Or I'm simply have to put poor Johnny
away."

	I'm going out of my head with desire!  I twist
and squirm around in my bindings, trying desperately
to impaled myself on Mrs. Lowens teasing phallus. But
it's no use, my movement is too limited!

	"Oh, OH! Pleaaaze! Mrs. Lowens, Please!"

	"Tell me now Donna, or we'll call it a night and
I'll see you at the office tomorrow."

	"OH!"

	I blurt out my deepest, darkest fantasy to my
tormentress.

	"Hmmm, very nice, quite nasty! Well now, are you
absolutely sure you want me to slip this thing into
you? How about it slut-face?"

	"Ooooh, oooh, oh, ooh please." I'm crying, I'm
shaking with desire. This woman is driving me crazy!
Here I am, spread-eagle on my back, tied to her bed.
She's naked, kneeling between my outstretched legs,
her warm knees press firmly..oh-so-firmly against the
insides of my open thighs, her strap-on is firmly in
place. I feel delirious, out-of-control as this older
woman lords over my prostrate body.

	"All right, sweetie, my little honey of a lesbian
twat, here it comes!"

	Looking down along my bound body I see a
delightfully depraved sight. Mrs. Lowens moves her
hips forward, her thighs press into mine. The wide
mushroom head of the dildo slowly pushes into my
pussy, finally! The plastic dong feels truly wonderful
as it moves up inside me. She goes very slowly. I can
hear, and feel a wet squishing sound as the phallus
moves deeper into my body. I arch my hips downward so
the plastic dong will rub against my clit.

	A warm, tingling sensations spreads outward from
my pussy. Whimpering with desire my head shakes back
and forth on the pillow. I pull against my secured
legs and arms. I'm in heaven.

	Mrs. Lowens ever-so-slowly pulls out of me. I
whimper in disappointment. As if in response she
inserts the dong fully back into my pussy. Then out
again, and in. I moan and close my eyes as she begins
to deeply pump into me with a slow rock-steady rhythm.
	.
	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.'

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To be continued...

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