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A Dilemma for Donna
By Petricia
Part 2
Donna tried her best to fight the pull on her leash as she was drawn into the room. Unfortunately her bondage allowed her no leverage and the battle was already lost. Though she tried desperately to voice her distress, the gag allowed only feeble mewing and grunting.
The sight that awaited her inside was the source of her concern. There were various pieces of apparatus, most of which she did recognize. She did, however, recognize the gynecological chair to one side. She also recognized what appeared to be medieval stocks, although they appeared to be of modern design. The walls were covered with various implements of bondage, not to mention whips, paddles and many items clearly designed to inflict pain.
But it was the item in the center of the room, beneath a single spotlight that truly frightened her. Bathed in the glow of the light was a steel cage, obviously quite strong, with thick silver bars and a heavy padlock. Inside the cage-----was a man! Though she could not see his face for the tight leather helmet locked onto his head, it was quite definitely a man. His hands were cuffed to opposite bars as were his feet, keeping him in a spread-eagle stance. Looking a little closer Donna noticed the chastity device locked on his manhood and keeping him in constant agony as his erection fought against the curve of the acrylic tube surrounding it.
The man’s groaning accompanied by the pathetic mewing of the struggling blonde played a symphony to Lauren’s ears. Donna was acutely aware of the blue eyes watching her bound form from under the mask. She wanted more than anything to hide, her exposed womanhood clearly on display and her breasts thrust forward by her bondage. Her cheeks flushed with shame at being exposed in this way, she dug in her heels once again only to be drawn forward by the incessant pull on the leash.
“Well Donna, I think we need to keep you occupied while I deal with Mr….well let’s just call him Mr. Smith.”
Sensing Donna’s puzzlement, Lauren continued “You see Donna aside from my position at the university I am also a professional Dominatrix. This gentleman is one of many ardent admirers who gladly pay for my services. Or did you think one could afford a home like this on the salary paid by the university?”
She whispered so that only Donna could hear “You, of course, are strictly for pleasure.”
As she spoke Lauren guided Donna to the back of the room, out of sight of the bound form in the cage.
“Mr. Smith here is an out of town client and was just so desperate to please me he didn’t mind being a guest here while we had our little party this evening. Isn’t that right, Mr. Smith?”
A pained groan eminated from under the hood in response. Donna was amazed at the woman’s conversational tone in such an extraordinary circumstance.
“Isn’t life funny Donna? I had fully planned on paying several visits to my guest here. Instead there you were, just begging to be with me.”
Donna attempted to protest but again was thwarted by the evil gag. Lauren was squatting in front of her and releasing the air from the blow up dildo stuffing her so full.
As the plug slid free Lauren stood, holding the dripping phallus before her wide blue eyes “Don’t try to deny it Donna, you wanted me, you still do. Just look! You are positively gushing.”
Donna grunted through her nose, shaking her head from side to side. The smokey eyes held hers, transfixed by their power. As a drop of moisture traveled slowly down her inner thigh she hung her head in defeat and humiliation.
How had she come to this? She was completely under the power of another woman, one who clearly planned to use her in immeasurably wicked ways. Yet through her fear and humiliation she was also tremendously excited- as much as she had ever been.
Lauren was not busy with something behind her though dared not look.
Releasing the ankle cuffs she pressed outwardly on Donna’s thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs, stopping only when they about three feet apart.
“Ok Donna, I want you to bend over as far as you can now.”
Donna began to bend at the waist and was not allowed to stop until her upper body was horizontal. As a hand steadied her she felt something cool at her overexcited sex. Just as she was thinking she might like this she felt the pressure at her rear passage as well.
“Nnnnnnnnnn!”
Eyes flying wide open, she tried instinctively to straighten up. A hand at the nape of her neck kept her in her vulnerable position.
“I am guessing you haven’t had anything up there before. Just calm down, relax your sphincter muscle. It will slip right in. Don’t worry, this is a very small plug.”
This did little to reassure the impaled blonde as the pressure increased and she felt as though she were being skewered by a telephone pole.
“Shhhh, shhhh, nice and easy Donna, here we go, good girl” lauren cooed in her ear.
The soothing tone of her voice calmed her down a bit, though the pain was increasing. She was now grunting desperately through her nose and a light sheen of perspiration had covered her. Just as the pain became too much the plug slipped in past the widest part and seated itself inside her behind and the accompanying dildo slid deep within her womb.
“There we go Donna. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“She’s kidding, right?” Donna couldn’t help thinking.
Helping the now double penetrated blonde to stand, Lauren guided her backwards slowly until she was standing over a short gleaming pole jutting from the floor below. She knelt down and turned a small knob on the pole and raised the end until it mated with a hole in the fixture now protruding from Donna’s lower orifices. There was a soft click signifying that Donna was now mated with the pole. Lauren continued upward pressure until Donna was forced onto her toes, then locked off the pole.
Donna tried experimentally to stand flatfooted, finding the objects inside of her pushed more deeply into her. While the pain this caused was not bad, it was certainly uncomfortable and she suspected would become more so after time. She raised onto her toes again only to feel the increased strain in her calves.
As Donna contemplated the fix she was in, Lauren had been busy. She plugged two wires into recepticles near the base of the dildos and was now approaching with some other items in her hands. The first was a thick blindfold and just as she was buckling it on the first vibrations eminated from the dildos buried deep inside Donna. In the relative quiet of the room the buzzing seemed as loud as an airplane flying through, especially to Donna, who moaned in despair. The humiliation of the situation was overwhelming her senses, yet the excitement was undeniable. Lauren had proven that.
Lauren placed tiny earbuds into her ears, and just before turning on the MP3 player, she whispered to the struggling blonde “Sorry dear, but our guest should have some privacy for the rest of his stay. You make a lovely picture!”
The shiver that ran through the bound body did not go unnoticed by Lauren. She smiled sweetly, kissed Donna gently on her cheek and turned on the music player. White noise flooded Donna’s ears and she was plunged into a world of her own, centered around the searing heat of her sex.
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