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Kim's Closet, Part One
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"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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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 ***
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