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Debasement of Donna Ff F/f bd sm ds PART 2.

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Debasement of Donna Ff F/f bd sm ds PART 2.
Chrissy      clorens@hotmail.com

 "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." 

 "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 spreadeagle 
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 side 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 bring 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 
bring 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 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 blonde hair cascades down her neck, tickling 
my bare shoulders. The older woman is fully on top of my 
bound spreadeagle 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 depraved 
sight. Mrs. Lowens moves her hips forward, her thighs press 
into mine. The wide mushroom head of the dildo slowly enters 
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 bed, pulling 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, the tall blonde 
inserts the dong back into me. Then out again, and in. She 
begins pumping me with a slow steady rhythm. 
. 
She closes down and top of me while maintaining 
Sher steady thrusting. I can't believe I'm doing this! Mrs. 
Lowens has played me very well, I'm completely 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 while 
looking directly into my eyes. 

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 allow 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 
wetty against my own. I'm completely impaled by her dildo 
and it feels 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 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. That's the way.."

Over the next three hours, still bound spread-eagle to 
her bed, Mrs. Lowens carefully instructs me on just how to 
please her with my tongue. She cums on my face a number of 
times. 

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 a what looks a small 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' were installed on the front and 
back and along the sides. 

 "This is my little piece of resistance. It's a '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 server food, do 
you understand Donna?"

 "Umm, yes Lisa, I understand." I say as I stare, 
transfixed at 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 that 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 talking 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, 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! I have a keen 
sense of desire welling 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 a lot of fun 
together."

 "Donna my dear," Mrs. Lowens continues, "do you 
see that my pleasure table over there?"

 "Um, 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, sweety?"

 "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 eyelet's in front 
of me. While still on my knees, this has forced me to lean 
forward on my elbows. so 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 finger's 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, 
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 thing!

 "...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 says 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 not sure..." 

 "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.'

END OF PART 2.
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