"The Domination of Donna" is a new book by Susan Strict published 20th March 2008 and available from A1 Adult eBooks
"What do you think you're doing?"
The question came from the doorway, loud and angry. Sneaker froze.
"Was this part of my instruction to you?"
"You didn't say I couldn't," protested Sneaker feebly, still motionless with his hard cock in his hand the end of it pressed between Donna's legs.
"And this?" Susan picked up the discarded strap.
"She wouldn't take her clothes off."
"And you still have
your clothes on. I told you I wanted both of you naked when I arrived."
Susan was clearly angry, very angry. She strode into the room, tall and majestic with a riding crop in her hand. She raised it and swiped at Sneaker, catching him on his arm. He fell forward and sideways. For a brief moment Donna felt Sneaker's hardness press into her and then it was gone. He fell from the bed and lay on the floor at Susan's feet.
"Get up," she ordered, ignoring Donna completely.
Sneaker clambered to his feet.
"Clothes
off," instructed Susan. "All of them."
"You're supposed to be dominating her, not me," protested Sneaker.
"How dare you defy me," snapped Susan. "I won't tell you again. Get them off."
Sneaker removed his clothes miserably, his erection still rigid but Donna's eyes were on Susan's powerful figure.
"Arms by your sides," Susan told Sneaker. She rummaged in the bag Sneaker had left on the floor and found what she wanted. In a matter of seconds his wrists were attached to his thighs by leather loops and buckles.
"As you seem to like her so much," sneered Susan, "I'm going to be generous and let you give her pleasure."
Sneaker's eyes were wide in anticipation.
"Oh no," Susan told him. "You're not doing
that. In fact, you are going to do exactly what I tell you and only what I tell you. I have many ways of punishing you, as you will remember very well. How would you like to spend an hour or so with a live electrode down the end of your cock?"
"I'll do whatever you tell me," said Sneaker, obviously terrified.
"I know you will," said Susan as she fastened a collar around his neck. Donna, watching in silence, was mystified by what Susan did next. Instead of doing anything to Sneaker, she fastened two further wrist to thigh restraints around Donna's thighs, but it became clear what she intended when Donna realised that the smaller buckles usually attached to the wrists were on the inside and now Susan attached these to the metal rings on Sneaker's collar. He was held firmly with his face between Donna's legs.
"You are to lick on either side," Susan told him, "But you're NOT to lick in the middle. I don't want your tongue or your lips touching her
there. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," said Sneaker weakly.
Donna felt his hot breath on her, and almost immediately she felt his tongue touch the very top of her right leg. He licked. A few seconds later she felt the same at the very top of her left leg. Sneaker repeated this, licking, kissing and sucking at her skin while Susan watched to make sure he avoiding the part where at that moment Donna most desperately needed attention.
"Good," said Susan. "I think you have the right idea. I'll be watching, so don't you dare forget what I told you."
Donna squirmed, pulling at the straps that held her inescapably.
"Keep still," Susan warned her, flicking Donna's nipples with the end of her riding crop and then aiming a couple of harder swipes at Sneaker's bare buttocks. He flinched, his face unintentionally pressing against Donna exactly where Susan had told him to avoid.
"Lick me," said Donna faintly, "Please, let him lick me."
"What?" asked Susan as though she had not heard her properly. "Did you say you want to lick?"
Donna groaned, not understanding.
"All right," Susan agreed. "You can lick me."
Susan unclipped her long skirt and dropped it. She wore nothing underneath. She jumped onto the bed and knelt astride Donna's face. Without waiting, she descended onto her.
With Susan's strong thighs gripping either side of Donna's head, Donna was unable to move at all. Susan's fleshy wetness covered her, smothering her and blocking her breathing completely. Donna panicked, her arms and legs straining against the restraints and her body convulsing in a desperate effort to escape.
It was more than half a minute before Susan moved. She raised herself from Donna and looked down at Donna's breathless face.
"
Lick," she ordered. "Don't just lie there like a sack of potatoes. Suck too. I must say that your face is
so much nicer than my usual servants. Much softer and smoother than a man's face."
"I can't breathe," wheezed Donna. "You're suffocating me."
"Really?" Susan seemed surprised. "You'll get used to it."
She descended again, and this time Donna pressed her tongue into Susan in a desperate effort to please her as quickly as possible. Sneaker was still licking and sucking at the skin at the top of Donna's legs, taking great mouthfuls of her flesh and squeezing it in his mouth before moving on.
It was only a few seconds before Susan began a backward and forward motion on top of Donna. Donna could breathe, if she timed her breathing to coincide with Susan's movements. It seemed to Donna as though it would go on forever, and with Sneaker's attention to the top of her legs making her impossibly aroused and frustrated she was not managing to draw in anywhere near the amount of air she needed to feel even remotely comfortable. Also, Susan was quite heavy, and as Susan's movements increased with what was clearly a steady and increasing arousal for her, Donna began to feel she was being crushed as well as half smothered.
As Susan began to approach a climax, everything changed. Donna had no idea whether it was simply that Sneaker became bored with what he was doing or whether the closeness of where he really wanted to give his attention was too much for him. He pressed his face onto her and pushed his tongue as far as he could inside her. She screamed in surprise and pleasure, a scream half muffled underneath Susan.
Donna's scream into Susan's flesh had a remarkable effect on Susan. She too squealed, her body shuddered, her thighs gripped Donna's head, and Donna's face was now totally covered by Susan's hot, clinging flesh. At the same time, Sneaker's persistent lips and tongue found the spot he had been hunting for. He squeezed it. Donna felt as though her head had just exploded. She blacked out.
The Domination of Donna
