Debasement of Donna Ff F/f bd sm ds PART 1.
Chrissy clorens@hotmail.com
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 lesbian-bondage love making at the hands of a
woman who is 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 because of THE LOOK. You know,
that look of haunted people schleping 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
Paul comes up 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 of 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 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 the academic
side. 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 musclar.
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, so how do you fuck them," I ask with 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 school-work. 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 tightly 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 nuts.
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. 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 maternal 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, let 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 chiles 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, stockings and get my hair done. 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 chit-chatting 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 a little."
Sitting on her sofa, arms at my sides I close my eyes
and try to relax. The 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,
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 first real lesbian
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're still
both clothed, 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 sexual 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
come 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 now 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 lying 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 rawhid, 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 woman, 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."
END OF PART 1.
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