From: ladd@cs.unc.edu (Brian C.  Ladd)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MNA: Kim's Closet (ff mc sm) 01/01
[BEGIN] From: RC <74734.271@CompuServe.COM>

   D.  Written by RC.



   "Kim's Closet"



   *** PART 1 ***

   Kim found herself humming a little tune as she prepared for Donna's
visit.  She grinned as she imagined Donna's reaction to the upcoming
events. She was sure Donna would NOT be happy.  Oh, well.

   Satisfied with everything, she checked her watch.  Ten minutes until
Donna should arrive.  She sat down to wait.

   Forty five minutes later, the doorbell rang.  Kim went to the door to
greet Donna.  She opened the door, and said hello.  Donna walked past her
with no apology, no explanation for her being late.  "Hi", was all she
said. She went into the living room, sat down, leaned back, closed her
eyes, and asked Kim to get her something to drink.  Preferably Perrier, she
added.

   Kim didn't argue.  "Don't have any.  How about ginger ale?" Donna,
although miffed, said that would be OK.  Donna was wearing a tight white
half top with the lower edge of her sports bra clearly showing.  Her white
short shorts were white as well.  Expensive white sneakers and white
athletic socks completed the picture, telling Kim that Donna had someplace
she'd rather be.

   As she opened the fridge, Donna's voice called to her.  "I hope this is
going to be quick, I have to be at the gym in half an hour." Tough, Kim
thought, as she poured their drinks.  Adding a small amount of powder from
a vial to Donna's, she stirred it until the cloudiness disappeared. 
Smiling inwardly, she went into the living room and gave Donna her drink.
She sat down and watched Donna closely.

   Donna took a sip and held the glass up distastefully.  "Where'd you get
this stuff?", she asked.  Kim grinned a little and said it was the store
brand.  Donna sniffed, took another little sip, and said "Figures."

   Donna asked what Kim had wanted to see her about.  Kim gave a vague
answer as she took a sip of her own drink.  Donna started to become a bit
upset, reminding Kim she had to go to the gym.  Kim made a bit of small
talk, and finally, Donna had had enough.  She gulped down the rest of her
drink and said that unless Kim had something important to say, she was
leaving.

   "I don't think so," was all Kim said.  She watched, smiling, as the
empty glass fell from Donna's nerveless fingers.

   Now came the hard part.  Kim dragged Donna's limp body to the cellar
stairs and carefully decended them.  She lowered Donna to the basement
floor and methodically undressed her.  She stopped and stared in surprise
as she noticed Donna's shaved pussy.  So the bitch does have a wild side,
Kim thought.  She then picked up Donna's now-nude body and dragged her to
the closet.  But this was not your ordinary basement closet.

   Kim had built her closet several years ago.  It contained various
restraints, several electrical outlets, and a shelf.  Holding Donna
upright, she fastened first the wrist restraints, then chained her ankles
to the floor.  A bar held her knees apart, and her head was strapped
tightly to the wall.  Kim placed a small rubber ball, with a hole in it, in
Donna's mouth.  A strap around Donna's waist held her body in place.  Last,
she wrapped a blindfold around Donna's eyes.  Donna was now blind, mute,
and immobile.  Kim stepped back and admired her handiwork.  So far, so
good.

   Next, she quickly undressed.  When she, too, was nude, she sat down on
the floor in front of Donna and patiently waited for the drug to wear off.

   After a while, Donna stirred.  A low moan escaped from the hole in the
rubber ball.  Seconds later, Kim smiled as more, louder, sounds came. 
Donna jerked against her restraints, thrashing violently but uselessly. 
Kim watched and waited as Donna's fury spent itself.  Finally, Donna's body
hung limp by the restraints, her breath coming in ragged gasps.  Sweat
glistened on her nude body.  When Donna was still, Kim stood.

   She looked at Donna closely.  She really was beautiful, Kim thought. 
Long, full, naturally red hair, deep green eyes hidden by the blindfold, an
absolutely perfect body...  If only she wasn't such a fucking BITCH, Kim
thought sadly.  Oh, well.  That was why she was here now.  Attitude
adjustment.

   Kim glanced at a small clock on the shelf above Donna's head.  Fifteen
minutes since Donna had awakened, fifteen minutes of futile struggling.  Of
course, Donna had no idea at all where she was, what was happening, or who
was making it happen.  Kim answered one of those questions now.

   "Donna, can you hear me?"

   Donna jolted upright.  A muffled sound escaped the hole in the rubber
ball.  Kim grinned.  "Donna, it's Kim.  Can you hear me OK?"

   Kim grinned happily as Donna again tried unsuccessfully to free herself,
all the while making unintelligible sounds.  Kim knew those sounds were
directed at her, and she knew they weren't friendly greetings.  After a
while, Donna became still.  Kim checked the clock.  Just five minutes. 
Hmm...

   She reached out and gently brushed her fingers against Donna's bare
pussy.  Donna went wild as she felt Kim's hand against her smooth, shaven
skin.  Kim removed her hand and watched the clock.  Twelve minutes later,
Donna again hung limp, sweat dripping to the floor.

   Kim selected a vibrator from a collection of toys she had close at hand.
Holding it next to Donna's head, all she did was turn it on.  Donna heard
the sudden frantic buzzing noise right beside her and almost jumped out of
her skin.  Kim kept it there for a moment, not touching Donna, just letting
her know about it.  Then she turned it off and waited.

   Eighteen minutes later, Donna was still, tears running from beneath the
blindfold, her body held upright only by the restraints.  Kim decided the
time was right to test the water.

   "Donna, can we talk?" The gag muffled Donna's sobbing as she tried to
speak.  The strap around her head prevented her from nodding, but Kim was
able to recognize the attempt.  "I'm going to take that thing out of your
mouth, Donna.  If you make any noise, you'll be sorry.  Understand?"
Another feeble attempted nod, and Kim removed the rubber ball from Donna's
mouth.

   "How do you feel, Donna?"

   Donna's jaw worked soundlessly for several seconds.  Then - "You little
tramp, what kind of perverted game is this?  As soon..."

   Kim, expecting this, quickly cramming a small washcloth into Donna's
mouth.  Donna choked, trying to spit it out.  Kim, seeing Donna was really
in trouble, removed it.  "Next time, it stays.  Understand?"

   Donna didn't get the message.  "You sick little..." She was silenced by
the washcloth again.  Kim stood back and watched the clock.  Donna gave it
up after just three and a half minutes.  Kim removed the gag.

   "Ready to try again?" Donna didn't say a word.  "I'll take that as a
yes. Do you know why you're here, Donna?" Silence.  Kim sighed, and
selected another vibrator.  She turned it on, quickly passed it over
Donna's breasts, and turned it off.

   Donna reacted like she'd been electrocuted.  The only thing Kim saw,
however, was the way Donna's nipples had instantly become erect.  She
smiled, and stood back as Donna tried for another seven minutes to escape,
all the while railing against Kim.  Kim let her babble.

   Donna was actually a bit more uncooperative than most of her guests, Kim
thought wonderingly.  She had thought Donna would break quickly.  Well, the
longer the wait, the greater the reward, right?  As Donna dangled from her
restraints, her anger spent for now, Kim selected another toy.

   This was a very simple item, available anywhere.  It was a long, full,
feather.  She rubbed it lightly along Donna's side, causing Donna to try
and double over.  One side, then the other received the attention of Kim's
feather as Donna's laughter turned to gasps.  Just when Kim thought Donna
couldn't take any more, she drove her finger deep into Donna's pussy, just
once, and just as quickly removed it.  Not too surprisingly, she found
Donna's pussy to be nice and moist.  Not soaking with excitement, but damp
enough to tell Kim what she wanted to know.

   Donna froze, then her body shook, a long, drawn-out wail coming from her
mouth.  Kim smiled as Donna again became limp.

   Kim spoks again.  "Donna, this could go on all night.  Do you want it
to, or can we talk for a while?" Panting, Donna answered.

   "Talk...  We...  can talk..."

   Kim infuriated Donna by asking, "OK.  What should we talk about?"

   Donna launched into another tirade.  Kim ignored her, just patiently
watching the clock.  Three minutes even.  She turned on a tape player.

   "Donna, I'm taking that blindfold off.  Behave yourself."

   Donna blinked.  Kim stood before her, seemingly nude.  Several lights on
the floor behind Kim shone past her body at Donna.  The lights weren't that
bright, but some of them shone directly into her eyes.  As Kim blocked the
light, Donna could make out her body moving slowly in front of her.  It
seemed to be almost - a dance?  Dumbfounded, Donna stared, forgetting the
restraints for a moment.

   Kim was indeed dancing.  Her nude body perfectly backlit, she moved
gracefully in front of Donna, hands gliding smoothly over her body as she
moved gently back and forth.  Donna began to hear soft music, gentle,
rythmic drums, faint strings.  It wasn't like any music she'd heard before.
Despite herself, she watched in fascination as Kim's body moved with the
music, seeming to become one with it.  She dimly realized Kim now seemed to
be touching herself between her legs.  To her amazement, Kim slowly and
easily knelt on the floor, still in harmony with the music.  Her upper body
swayed fluidly, languidly, back and forth with the music as she continued
playing with herself.  She bent almost backwards, still swaying, her hair
touching the floor behind her, still fingering herself in time with the
wonderful music.

   Donna blinked a few times and realized the music had stopped.  To her
consternation, she found Kim staring at her from just inches away.  Before
she could react, Kim was kissing her.

   Helpless to resist physically, Donna tried desperately to resist
emotionally.  But the music, that incredible music, and Kim's body swaying
back and forth...  It had been too much.  Donna couldn't fight it.

   But she didn't kiss back, either.  Kim's kiss was long and deep, but
Donna remained still, passive, unresponsive.  Kim smiled gently at Donna as
she moved away.  Step one complete, she thought to herself.  Took a while,
and I'm not there yet, but progress is being made. 
***************************************************************************
**

   "How do you feel, Donna?"

   She knew Donna was reaching the point of no return.  Physically
exhausted, confused, humiliated, angry...  Donna's only answer was "Tired."
She stared at Kim with eyes that didn't really seem to focus.  Her body
hung limp, supported totally by the restraints.  She watched Kim
disinterestedly, detachedly.  Kim kissed her again.  Donna's quickening
breath was the only response.  Time for stonger measures, Kim thought. 
Donna was almost out of it already, why not take advantage?

   Reaching into her pile of goodies, she removed a set of headphones, a
calculator-sized device with a small keypad, a small cassette player, and
an odd-looking pair of plastic eyeglasses, with dark lenses and tiny lights
facing the wearer.  She told Donna to close her eyes.

   Donna struggled feebly as Kim put this strange contraption on her.  Kim
then plugged the control box into a wall outlet and pressed several
buttons. Instantly, Donna became aware of a deep, throbbing, humming sound
from the headphones, as flickering patterns of light played across her
eyelids.  She tried to ignore things, and she soon found herself becoming
calmer.  In fact, that was due to the device she was now exposed to.  The
lights and sounds were perfectly synchronized, as Kim's movements had been
to the music.  The difference was, the computer-generated display of sound
and light was designed specifically to coax the mind into a particular
state.  In this case, Kim was using the device to induce a mild hypnotic
trance.

   Helpless, Donna's mind reacted to the device.  Kim watched, eyes
shining, as Donna's mouth dropped open, just a bit, as every muscle and
nerve in her body went limp.  Deep, regular breathing, and a blinking light
on the device told Kim that Donna was in a trance.  She started another
program, this one designed merely to prolong a trance state.  As Donna's
mind absorbed the lights and sounds, Kim started the cassette player.  Over
and over, her mind totally open, Donna heard Kim's voice telling her she
would behave herself.

   For fifteen minutes Donna heard nothing but the strange humming sound
and Kim's faint voice telling her to behave herself.  Then the program
ended, the tape ended, and for Donna, there was nothing at all.

   Kim removed the headphones and glasses from Donna, who remained drifting
dazedly in a light trance.  Kim then leaned close to her and whispered in
her ear.  "Slowly, gently, awaken when you wish to."

   With that, she let herself explore Donna's body, her lips brushing
against Donna's breasts, fingers tracing lines inside Donna's thighs, her
tongue sliding along the base of Donna's neck.  Donna stirred, and her eyes
opened.  She looked down dazedly as well as she could as Kim continued her
explorations.  She moaned.

   Kim spoke, saying one word.  "Behave."

   Donna answered lethargically.  "I will behave myself." Kim stood and
kissed her again.  For a brief instant, Donna acted as if she wanted to
respond, then the moment passed.

   "Kiss me, Donna.  Behave yourself." Again, her lips pressed against
Donna's.  Her heart leapt as Donna's lips parted for her tongue, just a
tiny bit.  Kim traced her tongue over Donna's lips, and Donna opened her
mouth.

   Kim kissed her passionately, and Donna did respond, not with vigor, but
a positive response just the same.  Kim stepped back, smiling at Donna.

   "You are doing very well, Donna.  Will you behave yourself?"

   "I will behave myself."

   "I'm going to undo your arms, Donna.  I want you to play with yourself
and show me how your hands move around where you've shaved your pussy.  If
you don't behave, you will get locked up again and be punished.  Do you
understand what I said?"

   A faint sheen of tears formed in Donna's eyes as she gradually realized
what was really happening.  She stood now, still shackled to the closet
wall, and suddenly it all hit her.  She began to cry uncontrollably.

   Kim released her arms and wrists from the restraints, leaving her head,
feet and legs, and waist tightly bound.  Then she put her arms around Donna
as well as she could, and kissed her tenderly.

   Donna needed compassion right now, and the fact that it was being given
to her by the same woman who had put her in this position never occured to
her.  She melted, holding Kim close, sobbing in her ear, clinging to
something soft, warm, and caring.  Or so she thought.

   Kim waited until Donna's tears had stopped.  Then she stood back and
looked sternly at Donna.

   "Did I tell you to put your arms around me?  No, I didn't.  You will do
what you're told.  You will behave yourself.  You have to be punished for
doing something on your own." Donna looked at her, shocked, almost a hurt
look on her tear-stained face.  Then the tears started yet again.

   Kim let her cry for a few minutes, just glaring at the helpless girl. 
Donna watched Kim nervously, awaiting her punishment, wondering in agony
what form that punishment would take.  Kim smiled gently, and Donna felt a
brief glimmer of hope.

   Standing inches from Donna, Kim spoke.  "Donna, I want you to stick your
finger up my pussy and make me cum."

   Donna's jaw dropped, and she gasped.  She stared incredulously at Kim,
who merely looked back at her and said "Behave yourself."

   Donna tried.  She really tried.  But Kim knew, looking into her eyes,
that Donna was beaten at last.  The past several hours had taken their toll
on her, and Kim knew Donna wasn't even thinking about what would happen in
the long run.  She was still trying to come to terms with the present, and
she was finding it impossible.  Her attitude having been realigned slightly
during her hypnotic trance, her resistance almost gone, her body numb and
exhausted, Donna still tried to find a way out.

   Her head moved back and forth, just a tiny bit, all the restraint around
her forehead allowed.  "No...", she whispered.  Then she instantly closed
her eyes and seemed to cringe, willingly accepting punishment.

   Kim looked at her almost in admiration.  Only the hardcases had needed
the hypnotic sessions, and that had broken them.  Donna was a tough one. 
She felt herself getting a bit hot as she imagined all the things Donna
would do once she lost that last little bit of her resistance.

   Not sensing any forthcoming punishment, Donna slowly opened her eyes and
looked at Kim expectantly.  She seemed to relax just a bit in the
restraints.  Kim acted right away.

   She slapped Donna on the face.  Not very hard, but as Donna's head was
fixed to the wall, it felt harder.  Tears sprang instantly to her eyes and
she seemed to shrink before Kim.  She mumbled something, very softly.

   "WHAT did you say??" Kim demanded.  Donna mumbled again, and Kim still
couldn't make out what she had said.  She grabbed Donna's face, staring at
her threateningly.  "WHAT?", she bellowed.

   "I'M SORRY", Donna blurted out just as she broke down sobbing again.

   Kim let go and stood back, stunned.  Sorry?  Donna was sorry?  She let
Donna cry herself out as she pondered her victory. 
***************************************************************************
**

   Donna was silent now, looking at the floor.  She couldn't meet Kim's
eyes.  Kim again stood in front of her and told her to finger her pussy.

   Feeling as if her mind was short-circuiting, Donna slowly reached out
and felt between Kim's legs.  She gasped as she felt the hot fluid against
her skin.  Still not looking at Kim, she slowly slid her finger up into
Kim's pussy.  She closed her eyes and shuddered as she felt Kim's pussy
muscles tighten around her finger.  "That's right, Donna.  Now move it up
and down."

   Feeling a bit ill, Donna moved her hand.  She heard Kim draw a quick
sharp breath.  Curiously, she opened her eyes a tiny bit.  Kim's eyes were
closed, a faraway smile on her face, her head tilted to one side.  "That's
right, Donna.  Just like that.  Behave yourself and it will be all right."

   Donna found herself thinking about the times she masturbated.  She
imagined her own finger deep inside her own snatch, imagined the feelings
she created for herself.  As she opened her eyes all the way and watched
Kim, she knew Kim was experiencing those same feelings.  Thanks to her.

   Kim was climaxing, and Donna knew it.  She knew she had made another
woman climax.  To her surprise, she felt a hand against her own pussy.  As
she felt one finger rubbing against her clit, her eyes closed again.

   Kim's eyes opened at the same time.  Donna's movements had slowed, and
she wondered why.  Finding Donna's eyes closed, she looked down to see
Donna fondling herself.  Roughly, she pulled Donna's hands away from both
their crotches.

   "Trying to do things on your own still, huh?  Not a good idea."

   Donna, startled out of her rapid rise up the pleasure curve, felt Kim
pinning her arms against the wall of the closet.  Oh, God, she thought, it
had been feeling so good.  Her mind wailed silently in despair.  Then she
felt Kim's fingers between her legs, and her despair turned to hope again.
And again, Kim dashed those hopes.

   Eyes widening in shock, genuine fear, and not a small amount of pain,
Donna felt a finger working its way into her ass.  Kim stared calmly at her
as she probed deep into Donna's anus.  Donna tried to speak, tried to yell,
tried to beg Kim to stop, but she was unable to make a sound.  Her mouth
moved silently, eyes bulging, as Kim continued.

   Then, to her uncomprehending mind came a shattering surprise.

   Donna came.  And came hard.  Kim grinned to herself as she felt Donna
spasming, saw the look on her face, heard the sounds Donna was now making.

   Kim dug her other hand into Donna's pussy.  Donna's low moan gradually
built to an earshattering scream, filling Kim's closet as Donna jerked
hysterically against her shackles.  Kim watched with satisfaction as
Donna's overloaded mind tried to protect her.  Donna's eyes rolled back
into her head, her body twitched a few times, and she hung unconcious from
her shackles.

   Kim removed her fingers from Donna's crotch.  She turned out all the
lights in the basement and went upstairs.  After a stop in the bathroom,
she calmly had a drink and a light snack. 
====================================================================

   Donna awoke feeling as if she had a tremendous hangover.  Finding it
pitch-black, finding herself shackled to a wall, she panicked.

   Upstairs, Kim heard the sounds below her.  She smiled as she thought of
what must be going through Donna's mind.  Still smiling, running her finger
absently around the rim of her glass, she sat down to watch the late movie.
====================================================================

   Two hours later, Kim went back downstairs, turning on a dim light. 
Donna hung there, sleeping, a small puddle beneath her.  Kim grinned and
shook Donna roughly.  Donna's puffy eyes opened slowly, and she looked at
Kim without recognition.

   Kim pointed to the floor, knowing Donna couldn't look down.  "You should
have told me you needed to go," she said sternly.  Donna's only reaction
was a faint sheen of tears.  "You realize you have to be punished," Kim
added nastily.  Donna began to cry.

   "I'm going to see if you've learned anything.  Play with me, Donna."

   She stood close and allowed Donna's finger to enter her.  Donna tried
not to think about it, tried not to think about anything, tried not to
think about the sounds Kim was making.  She tried not to think about Kim's
muscles gripping her finger as she came again and again.

   Kim watched Donna through half-closed eyes.  She saw the revulsion, the
disgust.  She smiled inwardly as her moans and groans slowly changed
Donna's expression to one of grudging acceptance as Donna realized she was
making her captor happy, therefore possibly avoiding punishment.

   "That's enough, Donna.  You did very well." Donna actually smiled.

   I have you, Kim thought.  You're mine now, Donna. 
====================================================================

   Kim reached into her pile of goodies and pulled out a leather collar.  A
little more hunting produced a short leash.  Donna watched with wide eyes
as Kim approached her, smiling, carrying her discoveries.

   "Time for a walk, Donna." She put the collar around Donna's neck and
attached the leash.  Donna opened her mouth to protest but thought better
of it.  Kim cautioned her to behave herself as she undid the restraints,
leaving the bar between her knees.  Donna was free, sort of.  Kim led her
slowly up the stairs, Donna hobbling as well as her chained, stiff, cramped
legs would allow her to.

   Kim led her into the bathroom and pointed to the toilet.  Donna's eyes
widened as she realized Kim had no intentions of leaving.  Her face
flaming, she went about her business.  She again felt the tears in her eyes
as she remebered the puddle on the closet floor.

   Finished, Kim allowed her to stand, and helped her into the shower. 
Donna stood still as Kim washed her body completely, her hair also. 
Dripping, Donna got out of the shower, and Kim dried her off.  Not a word
was spoken by either woman the entire time.

   She was then led into the kitchen, where she was given a drink and a
bite to eat.  Looking a bit healthier, if not happier, Donna was led back
to the basement.  As they walked through the living room, Donna looked
around, thinking wonderingly back, how long ago, to her nice, normal,
upper-middle-class life.  She was crying again as they went down the
stairs.

   *** END OF PART 1 ***
====================================================================

   "Kim's Closet"

   Part 2

   As Kim led Donna down the stairs into the dark basement, Donna felt as
if she was being led back into the depths of hell.  She couldn't believe
that anyone would actually do this, especially to her.  What had she ever
done to Kim, she wondered, truly unaware of her attitude problem.

   Donna hesitated as Kim pushed her into the closet.  Her feet slipped on
a wet spot on the floor, and realizing what she had stepped in, began to
weep softly.  This wasn't happening.

   The sound of the shackle locking around her left wrist made her
painfully aware that it was indeed happening, and happening to her.  As Kim
bound the other wrist to the wall, she looked calmly at Donna, judging by
her dazed, expressionless, tear-filled face that Donna was almost at her
breaking point.  Now, how to get her there...

   She stepped back.  Donna slowly realized she was only bound by her
wrists and the bar between her knees.  Pressing her back against the wall,
she tried to kick at Kim, who grinned and easily avoided Donna's attempt.
Donna paled as she realized the incident would probably bring retribution.

   It did.  Still grinning, shaking her head, Kim said "Still not quite
convinced yet, huh?  I think we can fix that."

   She turned out the lights again.  Donna froze, trying to pinpoint Kim's
location by ear.  She sensed Kim close to her, and shrank back as far as
she could.  There was no contact, just Kim's ghostly presence very close
by.

   After what seemed like an eternity, Donna jumped as Kim's whisper came
to her like a shout.  "Nervous?" Then more silence, and Donna's heartbeat
slowed to something approaching normal.  She heard Kim rustling around, and
other sounds she didn't recognize right away.

   She jumped again as something cold and wet pressed against her left
breast.  "I always thought you were cold-hearted, Donna.  Let's see." Donna
cried dismally as the ice cube quickly numbed her skin, the somehow-erect
nipple standing out painfully as the skin contracted.

   Kim held it there, waiting.  After a long while, the cube was gone, the
puddle on the floor growing a bit.

   "Well, well.  It did melt.  Maybe there's some warmth in you after all.
Is there, Donna?  Is there any warmth in your heart for anyone but you?"

   Slowly, very slowly, it dawned on Donna.  How she had treated Kim when
she had first arrived.  How she usually treated Kim, and everyone else. 
She still couldn't quite believe she was wrong, but gradually, she became
aware that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't the shining center of the
universe.

   That thought was too much, and Donna broke down crying again.

   Kim watched her cry, saw the confusion on her face, and knew she had
won. Donna was hers.  She would behave.

   Donna cried herself out, and stood there, arms locked above and behind
her, legs spread wide by the bar between her knees.  In the pitch blackness
of Kim's closet, Donna fell silent.

   Kim turned on a dim light above Donna's head.  She gazed at Donna's nude
body, lit from above, the light glistening on Donna's tear-stained face. 
Putting her face close to Donna's ear, she whispered again.

   "Is there, Donna?  Is there any warmth left in you?"

   Slowly, Donna nodded.  Kim felt a rush as she continued.

   "Show me, Donna.  Show me how warm your heart is.  Kiss me, Donna."

   She pressed her lips against Donna's.  Donna froze, then slowly,
hesitantly, returned the kiss.  Satisfied with her progress, Kim moved
away.

   "So.  I guess there's hope for you after all.  That's good, Donna, I'm
very glad you're not a lost cause.  That would have been very unpleasant
for you, Donna, if you didn't have any warmth left in you." Donna felt a
chill run down her spine as she realized that Kim meant every word of it.

   "Are you enjoying yourself, Donna?" Startled, Donna couldn't believe
she'd heard correctly.  Kim expected her to be enjoying this?

   "No", she mumbled quietly.  Instantly she regretted it, flinching from
what was sure to come.  Nothing happened, and she opened her eyes to see
Kim sadly shaking her head.  "That's too bad," Kim said quietly.

   Before Donna knew what was happening, Kim had moved close to her, her
tongue flicking rapidly against Donna's numbed nipple.  The sensation was
excruciating, and yet Donna felt a wave of ecstacy wash through her body.
Just as quickly, Kim moved away, leaving Donna panting and unsure of
herself.

   "Enjoying yourself?" Kim asked again.  Donna didn't know any more.

   She gasped as Kim's fingers dove into her bare pussy.  Before she could
resist, before she could even think of resistance, her body wrenched in the
shackles as she came.  Kim stared at Donna's uncomprehending face as she
made the helpless girl come again and again.  She paused.

   "Enjoying yourself?"

   Fighting for breath, her body still twitching, Donna nodded.

   Kim stood up straight, glaring sternly at Donna.  "LOOK AT ME!"

   Startled, Donna's eyes flew open, and she stared at Kim with a look of
pure terror.  Kim's features softened, and she gently kissed the terrified
girl.  "I'm glad, Donna.  I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.  You'll find
it's much better than the alternative." She stepped back as the tears began
again.

   As Donna cried, she could see Kim just standing there, watching her.  I
don't deserve this, she thought to herself, I really don't deserve this. 
I'm a good person.  I'm attractive, I'm not exactly poor, I drive a BMW...
For some reason, Donna's thoughts clicked to Kim's car.  Kim drove a ten
year old Dodge.  Why had she thought of that?  Kim drives a shitty old car.
So?

   A small voice in the back of her mind pointed out that they were both
just cars, right?  Donna paused.  Where had that come from?

   Kim saw the confusion on Donna's face.  She knew Donna was having
another little chat with herself.  She reached up and turned out the light,
and then silently sat on the floor, patient, waiting. 
====================================================================

   Donna stood in the darkness, frightened, as the voices in her mind
continued their discussion.  Donna felt like an eavesdropper as she
pondered questions that had never arisen before.

   They're both cars, the voice said.  Donna's silent response was that
yeah, they're both cars, but mine's a new BMW.  She didn't understand when
the little voice said So what?  So mine's a BMW, she answered.

   Sounding disgusted, the voice asked why that mattered.  Donna thought as
hard as she possibly could under the circumstances, but could only reply
Because it does.  WHY, the voice pressed her.  Donna's tears restarted.

   Her mind flashed pictures before her.  Her boat, her snow skis, her
parent's lodge in Colorado, her education at a top school.  Her job as an
influential marketing executive.  Then Kim's car came back to her.  Kim's
job as an aide at a veterinary clinic - and her other job at a fast-food
place.  Puzzled, she heard the voice say, Why are you better than her? 
It's obvious, she thought.  Look at me.  Look at her.  Who's better?  It's
obvious.  Isn't it?

   Are you happy?  the voice shot back.  Donna reacted as she realized that
right now, she was not.  But otherwise?  She had her choice of everything,
including men, whom she usually just led on and then dumped, not believing
any of them were good enough for her.  Are you happy?  the voice asked
again.  I damn well should be, Donna shot back.  YES OR NO?  the voice
demanded.

   Shaken, Donna thought, what have I really accomplished?  Kim was
well-liked by everyone, had a lot of friends, had a lot of fun.  What do I
do?  To her amazement, she couldn't think of anything she did just for fun,
just for plain old fun.  Everything she did, everything she had, was for
appearance.  Am I happy, Donna asked herself, am I really happy?

   She imagined the little voice smiling silently at her as she realized
that no, she could not truly say she was happy.  Why not?, she wondered.  I
have friends...  NO, the voice yelled at her.  You have AQUAINTANCES!  How
many of those people, the voice demanded, could you count on if you needed
help, really needed help?  How many of those people call you just to TALK
to you?

   None, Donna realized dismally.  As Kim watched quietly, Donna's whole
world fell apart, and her sobbing became almost hysterical.  Kim let her
cry.

   Finally, silently, Kim stood.  Donna quieted somewhat as she felt Kim's
presense once again.

   She started as Kim gently kissed her cheek in the dark.

   "It's OK, Donna.  It's OK, I'm here, Donna." She put her arms around the
sobbing woman as Donna cried herself out again.

   Kim cares about me, Donna thought dimly.  Kim cares about me.  That's
why she's doing this.  She cares.  I have a friend.  I have a friend... 
====================================================================

   Kim had a pretty good idea of what had been going through Donna's mind.
She knew she had won Donna completely, at least for a while.  The trick now
was to make sure Donna stayed won.

   As Donna became quiet, Kim gently kissed her cheek again.  In the
darkness, Donna felt closer to Kim than she ever had to anyone.  She cares,
Donna kept telling herself.  She cares about me.  Kim's lips found Donna's,
tenderly kissing the helpless girl on the mouth.

   Donna responded.  My God, Donna thought, she cares about me.  She's
kissing me.  She loves me.  Someone loves me.  Kim loves me.  In the back
of her mind she thought that somehow, she really shouldn't enjoy kissing a
woman, but to the attention-starved girl, it didn't matter.  She kissed
back eagerly.

   Kim moved away again.  A hiss, and Donna saw Kim lighting a candle.  The
flame flickered and danced on Kim's body as she did something else.  Soon
Donna heard the music again, and Kim began swaying back and forth, hands
caressing her body, the candlelight giving off just enough light for her to
watch as Kim again danced for her.  She was so pretty, Donna thought to
herself.  My friend is so pretty.  Totally enraptured by the movements of
her new friend, she watched as Kim again began to play with herself, hands
against her breasts, then between her legs.  Donna felt weak.

   And then, to her amazement, Kim glided easily over to her.  Still
swaying to the music, Kim unlocked the bar between Donna's knees.  Donna
looked up in disbelief as Kim also undid her shackles.  Last, Kim undid the
collar.  Donna was free.

   Kim looked at her silently, her body still moving to the wonderful
music. "Dance with me, Donna," Kim whispered.

   Donna felt a vague shame as her movements showed no sign of the grace
Kim displayed.  But after a while, as she became more fascinated by the
rythyms, by Kim's undulating body close to her, she felt herself slipping
away, felt the fear, the inhibitions, fading away.  Kim watched attentively
as Donna's movements became more fluid, more like her own.

   Bathed in the glow of the candlelight, the two of them danced for each
other, Donna lost in a new world, new thoughts.  Kim's eyes never wavered
from Donna, as the hypnotic power of the music, of the dance, soon captured
Donna completely.  Still moving, still swaying, Kim reached for Donna and
kissed her.  Totally enthralled, Donna kissed back passionately, madly, her
mind totally under the spell of the moment.  Kim's voice came to her, the
voice of her friend.

   "Will you behave, Donna?"

   Donna nodded unhesitatingly.

   Staring deep into Donna's glassy eyes, Kim spoke again, still swaying
hypnotically before the dazed woman.  Spreading her legs invitingly, she
said, "Make me cum, Donna.  Please."

   Without a word of protest, Donna knelt before her new friend and slid a
finger deep into Kim's pussy.  As Kim's body rocked with pleasure, as the
music continued it's mesmerizing rythym, Donna felt at peace. 
====================================================================

   Late Sunday afternoon, Donna strolled happily down the sidewalk. 
Unlocking her car, she climbed in and started it.  The new BMW purred
softly.  Usually, Donna's first act after getting into her car would be to
check her makeup and hair in the mirror.

   Donna wasn't wearing any makeup today.  And as she looked at her hair in
the mirror, she giggled, and shook her head back and forth.  Her long red
hair flew out in all directions, then fell softly around her shoulders,
down her back, as she sat forward in the seat, enjoying the strange
feelings as they flowed through her mind.

   Ignoring the air conditioning, she rolled down all the windows.  She
turned on the radio, and searched around.  Leaving it on a Beach Boys song,
Donna happily drove away from Kim's house singing about having fun, fun,
fun.

   Kim watched out the window as the car disappeared into the gathering
darkness.  Smiling gently, she turned and walked slowly down the stairs.

   Unrdessing slowly, methodically, Kim then lit a candle and turned out
the lights.  She pushed the button on the tape player.

   As the music began to wash over her, she looked absently into her
closet. She thought of Donna, crouched between her legs.  Of Donna, lying
on the floor as Kim held her down, vibrator in hand.  Of Donna, eyes puffy
with exhaustion, hanging helplessly from the shackles.

   Donna would behave.  Mission accomplished.  Donna's new attitude would
help her in many ways, Kim knew.  And she also knew that someday soon, she
would have Donna back here, back in her closet, for a follow-up session.

   Taken over by the mesmerising rythym, her nude body bathed in the
flickering candlelight, Kim danced.
   *** THE END *** RC.