Debasement of Donna
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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.
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PART 1
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 being a sub, or submissive, in the tawdry under-world of lesbian bondage scenes at the hands of a woman 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 hour because of THE LOOK. You know, that look of haunted people schlepping 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 to Paul that he comes down 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 have 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 fill the bouncing subway car 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 academia. 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 muscular.
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, umm, s-so how do you fuck them?" I ask, 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 schoolwork. 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 firmly 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 completely bonkers.
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. All around me are 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 warm 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, lets 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 chides 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 and stockings. I get my hair done up nice. 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 chitchatting 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 now."
Sitting on her sofa, arms at my sides I close my eyes and try to relax. The bit of 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, her lips soft and insistent, 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 a real womanly 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 still have our clothes on, 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 white-hot 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 came 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 soon 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 laying 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 rawhide, 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 women, 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."
To be continued...
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