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