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
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