"The Domination of Donna"
Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 1:34 pm
”The Domination of Donna” is a short novel I wrote some time ago. The main characters are me (Susan Strict), my man (Sneaker, aka Rob), and Donna, a delightful young lady who can be found from time to time on collarme.com.
I hope you enjoy this extract:
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They ate together at the table. Sneaker had arrived back before Susan and Donna came down the stairs, and before they did he had already found tablemats and cutlery. He served the chinese meal on large plates he had located in the cupboard in the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine he had bought while he was out and poured three glasses of it. He had even found a candle, put it into one of the brass candlesticks from the mantelpiece, lit it and placed it in the centre of the table. As the finishing touch, he had somehow managed to find two red roses and had put them into small glass vases in front of Donna's and Susan's places at the table.
"He has his uses," commented Susan as they ate. "Men aren't all a complete waste of space, don't you agree Donna?"
"It's very nice," agreed Donna diplomatically. "Thank you, Sneaker."
"There's no need to go that far," Susan told her. "He won't be whipped for getting it all wrong, and that's reward enough. You don't have to thank him as well!"
Donna tried to work out whether Susan was serious. It was impossible to read Susan's expression, so Donna gave up and concentrated on enjoying the food, the drink, and the pleasant, sociable atmosphere.
When they had finished eating, Donna stood up to clear away the plates.
"Sit down," said Susan. "Sneaker will do it, won't you Sneaker?"
Sneaker did not object, so Donna sat back in her chair enjoying another glass of wine and the luxury of being waited on.
"Would you like coffee?" asked Sneaker as he returned from his tasks in the kitchen.
"I think so," said Susan. "Donna?"
"Yes, please," agreed Donna lazily. "This is all very pleasant. I can't help feeling that I should be doing something instead of just sitting here enjoying it."
"Just enjoy it," advised Susan. "We need to talk about tonight's arrangements anyway. You haven't mislaid the key to the cage, have you?"
"Um... no, it's here," said Donna, producing it from her pocket. Her heart sank. Of course, she should have realised that Susan would want to lock her in the cage with Sneaker again.
"You see," Susan continued, having satisfied herself that Donna did indeed have the key to the cage safely, "I really can't decide what to do. I quite feel like having someone sleeping with me tonight, but I can't make up my mind whether I want Sneaker or whether I want you."
Hope battled with anger and intense jealousy. Donna simply could not understand how Susan could possibly even consider sleeping with Sneaker when she, Donna, was here, available, and had quite clearly been the focus of Susan's exclusive sexual attention since Susan and Sneaker had arrived. She had no idea what to say.
"What do you think?" Susan asked. "Would I be better off having you or Sneaker in my bed?"
"Me," said Donna promptly.
Susan nodded. "It was inevitable you would say that," she replied. "But you said it because you are inexperienced, not because it is necessarily the right answer."
"I don't understand," said Donna, and she really did not understand at all.
"I'll ask Sneaker," Susan told her, "And I want you to listen carefully to the answer."
Sneaker came in at that moment with two cups of coffee.
"Didn't you make one for yourself?" asked Susan.
"Yes," Sneaker said humbly, "But I could only carry two at a time without the risk of spilling them."
"Go and fetch yours," Susan instructed, "And then sit down. I want to ask you something."
When Sneaker had brought in his own cup of coffee and had sat down, Susan looked seriously at him.
"Sneaker," she said. "I have a dilemma."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Sneaker, I want someone to sleep in the bed with me tonight."
"Yes, Mistress."
Donna noticed that Sneaker was being very careful not to look straight at Susan. His eyes were fixed on the cup of coffee in front of him.
"Sneaker," Susan's voice became quieter, "I cannot decide whether it should be you or whether it should be Donna who sleeps with me tonight. I want you to tell me what you think about it."
Sneaker looked up and Donna could see the hope in his eyes too, but there was something else that was far more than fear of being locked into the cage for the night or disappointment that Susan might choose Donna rather than him.
"It is a difficult choice, Mistress," said Sneaker carefully. "I would like it to be me..."
"Don't state the obvious," snapped Susan, "That is not what I asked you."
"I know," said Sneaker, even more carefully. "I appreciate that it is a difficult choice for you. Donna is new and exciting, but I know what is required of me. I know what pleases you and displeases you, Mistress. I can please you."
Susan raised her eyebrows. "But Sneaker," she said, "If you displease me in bed then I can have the pleasure of punishing you."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Sneaker, apparently not the least disturbed by Susan's desire to punish him. "Thank you, Mistress."
"It is still not an answer," pointed out Susan. "Perhaps I shall punish you for not giving me an answer when I demand one."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Sneaker again. "I will try to give you an answer. I think you should have Donna in your bed tonight."
"Why, Sneaker?" asked Susan.
"I think new and exciting will give you more pleasure than old and familiar," said Sneaker quietly, his eyes fixed on his coffee cup once again. "I think that is what you would like best tonight."
"Don't you think, Sneaker, you are being presumptuous by trying to tell me what I would like best?"
"Yes, Mistress," replied Sneaker, and Donna could see he already knew that whatever he answered he would fall into the same trap.
"And don't you think, Sneaker," continued Susan, "That I should punish you for being so presumptuous?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
Sneaker raised his head and looked straight at Susan. In a very odd way, it seemed to Donna, he had won the exchange of words. It was as if it were a battle, a game of chess where each move was a question or answer, and Sneaker was playing it brilliantly.
Susan laughed. "Well done, Sneaker," she smiled. "What punishment do you think I should give you?"
"I think I should be tied up and forced to spend the night in your bed," said Sneaker hopefully.
Susan raised one hand as if to strike him, still laughing. "Very good, Sneaker," she said. "I'm not sure I agree with you, and you know that the correct answer should have been 'whatever you like, Mistress'."
"It should," Sneaker agreed. "But that is why I'm not always your submissive, isn't it? I do have a mind of my own."
"You do," Susan admitted. "Donna, tell me: do you have a mind of your own?"
"I..." Donna was taken aback by the question. "Yes. Of course. Of course I have a mind of my own."
Sneaker shook his head. "I was afraid she would say that."
"No," contradicted Susan, "That is what she should say. If she had no mind of her own she would not interest me."
"You don't want your submissives to think for themselves," disagreed Sneaker. "That's why you don't really want me."
"You are here, aren't you?"
Now Sneaker laughed. "Only because you wanted a switch, someone who can see both submissive and dominant viewpoint, although I've had precious little opportunity for my dominant side so far this weekend! Your little Donna doesn't know what she is or what she wants."
"It doesn't matter," said Susan. "It doesn't matter what she wants. She will want what I want her to want, eventually. That's what makes her interesting. You know that. You know that directing what she wants until it's all she wants is what we're doing here."
"Hey!" Donna interrupted. "You're talking about me as if I wasn't here!"
Both Susan and Sneaker looked at her.
"All right, Donna," said Sneaker pleasantly. "Tell us. Tell us what you want."
"I want..." Donna hesitated. She had not completely understood what Susan and Sneaker were saying, and she was not at all sure she wanted to understand it. Right at that moment there was only one thing she wanted.
"I want to sleep with Susan," she said obstinately.
"And so you shall," said Susan. "If that's all right with Sneaker."
Sneaker shrugged. "Would it make any difference if I said it wasn't all right with me?" he asked.
"No," said Susan. "And that settles it," she went on. "Sneaker has no objections, so tonight he will be back in his cage and you, Donna, will be sleeping with me."
"Thank you," said Donna.
"Don't thank me," warned Susan, "It might not be quite the pleasure you expect."
"You can bet on that," put in Sneaker.
Susan gave him a look that might have turned a weaker man to jelly. Sneaker stared back defiantly.
"And," said Susan to Donna, "After you have made him strip and before you lock him in the cage, you can give him a good thrashing with my crop. He thoroughly deserves it."
"Me?" said Donna, shocked. "But I don't do things like that!"
"You do now," said Susan. "In fact, you do anything I tell you to do. If I tell you to give Sneaker a thrashing then you give Sneaker a thrashing, and I'll be checking to make sure you put some effort into it. If he's not severely bruised at the very least when you've finished then it will be you in that cage tonight and Sneaker will be in my bed. Understand?"
Donna gulped and nodded. It was not what she expected, and it was not something that she either wanted or would give her the slightest pleasure. Even so, there was something, something deep inside her that once again jumped and skipped and told her it was excited and eager. She assumed it was nothing more than the prospect of obeying Susan and, more importantly, being able to spend the night with her.
It was only minutes later that Sneaker was, once again, completely naked in the bedroom. Donna had worked out what was expected of her and had ordered him to strip as soon as they were in the bedroom. Susan handed two pairs of handcuffs to Donna.
"To cuff him to the cage," she explained. "Bend him over it and cuff his wrists to the lower part of the cage. It will stop him moving about too much while you thrash him."
"Look, Susan," said Sneaker suddenly. "I really don't think this is a good idea. You can see that Donna doesn't want to do it and she hasn't a clue what she's doing. For a start, she doesn't know how hard she can use the crop. She's completely inexperienced, and as far as I can see she is not too bright."
There was a moment's silence. Sneaker was looking at Susan, and he did not see the raised riding crop. The first he knew of it was when it caught him across the back of his thighs, leaving a raised, red welt just below his buttocks. He howled in pain, made worse because it was completely unexpected. He spun round to see Donna's furious expression.
"How dare you," she said angrily. "How dare you say I'm 'not too bright'? I'm a damn sight brighter than you are, that's for sure."
She raised the crop again, her face red with rage.
Sneaker turned to Susan again. "You see?" he appealed to her. "She's no good as a domme if she can't control her temper."
"I'm not a fucking domme," shrieked Donna, and aimed another blow of the crop at Sneaker.
Susan ignored the comments from Sneaker. "You carry on," she said to Donna. "But I really do suggest you attach him with the cuffs first."
Susan helped Donna, making Sneaker bend over the cage and attaching him there with the cuffs. He protested, but when Susan insisted that he must do what she told him, he did not resist.
"Right, Donna," said Susan brusquely, "He's all yours. I'm going downstairs. Just make sure he's punished properly."
"I'll make sure of that," said Donna determinedly.
"Hey!" Sneaker squealed. "You can't leave me with her like this! You can see the mood she's in. She'll half kill me!"
Susan shrugged. "So what?" she said carelessly. "I don't suppose she will do any real damage to you, and you thoroughly deserve it. You should have learned not to be so rude to any woman. It's entirely your own fault, and I would beat you myself if I didn't have other things to do. I'll see you later."
Susan paused halfway down the stairs to listen. She smiled to herself as she heard the whack of the riding crop and Sneaker's howls of pain. Donna was, apparently, taking Susan's instructions seriously, and by the sound of the effort she was putting into it, she was thoroughly enjoying doing it. Susan was tempted to remain there and listen, or even to return and add her own efforts to Donna's, but she had a task to complete. Her sewing was unfinished, and she had a particular use for the garments she was creating.
Reluctantly, she carried on down the stairs and closed the living room door to block out the distracting noises from upstairs.
** For anyone who likes erotic reading and femdom literature, I should mention that my ebooks, others I publish, and ebooks from many, many other authors and publishers are now available through a number of outlets online. You might like to have a look at Adult eBookshop, MobiPocket, Ebooks-Online, as well as A1 AdulteBooks where my books have always been sold.
I hope you enjoy this extract:
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They ate together at the table. Sneaker had arrived back before Susan and Donna came down the stairs, and before they did he had already found tablemats and cutlery. He served the chinese meal on large plates he had located in the cupboard in the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine he had bought while he was out and poured three glasses of it. He had even found a candle, put it into one of the brass candlesticks from the mantelpiece, lit it and placed it in the centre of the table. As the finishing touch, he had somehow managed to find two red roses and had put them into small glass vases in front of Donna's and Susan's places at the table.
"He has his uses," commented Susan as they ate. "Men aren't all a complete waste of space, don't you agree Donna?"
"It's very nice," agreed Donna diplomatically. "Thank you, Sneaker."
"There's no need to go that far," Susan told her. "He won't be whipped for getting it all wrong, and that's reward enough. You don't have to thank him as well!"
Donna tried to work out whether Susan was serious. It was impossible to read Susan's expression, so Donna gave up and concentrated on enjoying the food, the drink, and the pleasant, sociable atmosphere.
When they had finished eating, Donna stood up to clear away the plates.
"Sit down," said Susan. "Sneaker will do it, won't you Sneaker?"
Sneaker did not object, so Donna sat back in her chair enjoying another glass of wine and the luxury of being waited on.
"Would you like coffee?" asked Sneaker as he returned from his tasks in the kitchen.
"I think so," said Susan. "Donna?"
"Yes, please," agreed Donna lazily. "This is all very pleasant. I can't help feeling that I should be doing something instead of just sitting here enjoying it."
"Just enjoy it," advised Susan. "We need to talk about tonight's arrangements anyway. You haven't mislaid the key to the cage, have you?"
"Um... no, it's here," said Donna, producing it from her pocket. Her heart sank. Of course, she should have realised that Susan would want to lock her in the cage with Sneaker again.
"You see," Susan continued, having satisfied herself that Donna did indeed have the key to the cage safely, "I really can't decide what to do. I quite feel like having someone sleeping with me tonight, but I can't make up my mind whether I want Sneaker or whether I want you."
Hope battled with anger and intense jealousy. Donna simply could not understand how Susan could possibly even consider sleeping with Sneaker when she, Donna, was here, available, and had quite clearly been the focus of Susan's exclusive sexual attention since Susan and Sneaker had arrived. She had no idea what to say.
"What do you think?" Susan asked. "Would I be better off having you or Sneaker in my bed?"
"Me," said Donna promptly.
Susan nodded. "It was inevitable you would say that," she replied. "But you said it because you are inexperienced, not because it is necessarily the right answer."
"I don't understand," said Donna, and she really did not understand at all.
"I'll ask Sneaker," Susan told her, "And I want you to listen carefully to the answer."
Sneaker came in at that moment with two cups of coffee.
"Didn't you make one for yourself?" asked Susan.
"Yes," Sneaker said humbly, "But I could only carry two at a time without the risk of spilling them."
"Go and fetch yours," Susan instructed, "And then sit down. I want to ask you something."
When Sneaker had brought in his own cup of coffee and had sat down, Susan looked seriously at him.
"Sneaker," she said. "I have a dilemma."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Sneaker, I want someone to sleep in the bed with me tonight."
"Yes, Mistress."
Donna noticed that Sneaker was being very careful not to look straight at Susan. His eyes were fixed on the cup of coffee in front of him.
"Sneaker," Susan's voice became quieter, "I cannot decide whether it should be you or whether it should be Donna who sleeps with me tonight. I want you to tell me what you think about it."
Sneaker looked up and Donna could see the hope in his eyes too, but there was something else that was far more than fear of being locked into the cage for the night or disappointment that Susan might choose Donna rather than him.
"It is a difficult choice, Mistress," said Sneaker carefully. "I would like it to be me..."
"Don't state the obvious," snapped Susan, "That is not what I asked you."
"I know," said Sneaker, even more carefully. "I appreciate that it is a difficult choice for you. Donna is new and exciting, but I know what is required of me. I know what pleases you and displeases you, Mistress. I can please you."
Susan raised her eyebrows. "But Sneaker," she said, "If you displease me in bed then I can have the pleasure of punishing you."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Sneaker, apparently not the least disturbed by Susan's desire to punish him. "Thank you, Mistress."
"It is still not an answer," pointed out Susan. "Perhaps I shall punish you for not giving me an answer when I demand one."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Sneaker again. "I will try to give you an answer. I think you should have Donna in your bed tonight."
"Why, Sneaker?" asked Susan.
"I think new and exciting will give you more pleasure than old and familiar," said Sneaker quietly, his eyes fixed on his coffee cup once again. "I think that is what you would like best tonight."
"Don't you think, Sneaker, you are being presumptuous by trying to tell me what I would like best?"
"Yes, Mistress," replied Sneaker, and Donna could see he already knew that whatever he answered he would fall into the same trap.
"And don't you think, Sneaker," continued Susan, "That I should punish you for being so presumptuous?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
Sneaker raised his head and looked straight at Susan. In a very odd way, it seemed to Donna, he had won the exchange of words. It was as if it were a battle, a game of chess where each move was a question or answer, and Sneaker was playing it brilliantly.
Susan laughed. "Well done, Sneaker," she smiled. "What punishment do you think I should give you?"
"I think I should be tied up and forced to spend the night in your bed," said Sneaker hopefully.
Susan raised one hand as if to strike him, still laughing. "Very good, Sneaker," she said. "I'm not sure I agree with you, and you know that the correct answer should have been 'whatever you like, Mistress'."
"It should," Sneaker agreed. "But that is why I'm not always your submissive, isn't it? I do have a mind of my own."
"You do," Susan admitted. "Donna, tell me: do you have a mind of your own?"
"I..." Donna was taken aback by the question. "Yes. Of course. Of course I have a mind of my own."
Sneaker shook his head. "I was afraid she would say that."
"No," contradicted Susan, "That is what she should say. If she had no mind of her own she would not interest me."
"You don't want your submissives to think for themselves," disagreed Sneaker. "That's why you don't really want me."
"You are here, aren't you?"
Now Sneaker laughed. "Only because you wanted a switch, someone who can see both submissive and dominant viewpoint, although I've had precious little opportunity for my dominant side so far this weekend! Your little Donna doesn't know what she is or what she wants."
"It doesn't matter," said Susan. "It doesn't matter what she wants. She will want what I want her to want, eventually. That's what makes her interesting. You know that. You know that directing what she wants until it's all she wants is what we're doing here."
"Hey!" Donna interrupted. "You're talking about me as if I wasn't here!"
Both Susan and Sneaker looked at her.
"All right, Donna," said Sneaker pleasantly. "Tell us. Tell us what you want."
"I want..." Donna hesitated. She had not completely understood what Susan and Sneaker were saying, and she was not at all sure she wanted to understand it. Right at that moment there was only one thing she wanted.
"I want to sleep with Susan," she said obstinately.
"And so you shall," said Susan. "If that's all right with Sneaker."
Sneaker shrugged. "Would it make any difference if I said it wasn't all right with me?" he asked.
"No," said Susan. "And that settles it," she went on. "Sneaker has no objections, so tonight he will be back in his cage and you, Donna, will be sleeping with me."
"Thank you," said Donna.
"Don't thank me," warned Susan, "It might not be quite the pleasure you expect."
"You can bet on that," put in Sneaker.
Susan gave him a look that might have turned a weaker man to jelly. Sneaker stared back defiantly.
"And," said Susan to Donna, "After you have made him strip and before you lock him in the cage, you can give him a good thrashing with my crop. He thoroughly deserves it."
"Me?" said Donna, shocked. "But I don't do things like that!"
"You do now," said Susan. "In fact, you do anything I tell you to do. If I tell you to give Sneaker a thrashing then you give Sneaker a thrashing, and I'll be checking to make sure you put some effort into it. If he's not severely bruised at the very least when you've finished then it will be you in that cage tonight and Sneaker will be in my bed. Understand?"
Donna gulped and nodded. It was not what she expected, and it was not something that she either wanted or would give her the slightest pleasure. Even so, there was something, something deep inside her that once again jumped and skipped and told her it was excited and eager. She assumed it was nothing more than the prospect of obeying Susan and, more importantly, being able to spend the night with her.
It was only minutes later that Sneaker was, once again, completely naked in the bedroom. Donna had worked out what was expected of her and had ordered him to strip as soon as they were in the bedroom. Susan handed two pairs of handcuffs to Donna.
"To cuff him to the cage," she explained. "Bend him over it and cuff his wrists to the lower part of the cage. It will stop him moving about too much while you thrash him."
"Look, Susan," said Sneaker suddenly. "I really don't think this is a good idea. You can see that Donna doesn't want to do it and she hasn't a clue what she's doing. For a start, she doesn't know how hard she can use the crop. She's completely inexperienced, and as far as I can see she is not too bright."
There was a moment's silence. Sneaker was looking at Susan, and he did not see the raised riding crop. The first he knew of it was when it caught him across the back of his thighs, leaving a raised, red welt just below his buttocks. He howled in pain, made worse because it was completely unexpected. He spun round to see Donna's furious expression.
"How dare you," she said angrily. "How dare you say I'm 'not too bright'? I'm a damn sight brighter than you are, that's for sure."
She raised the crop again, her face red with rage.
Sneaker turned to Susan again. "You see?" he appealed to her. "She's no good as a domme if she can't control her temper."
"I'm not a fucking domme," shrieked Donna, and aimed another blow of the crop at Sneaker.
Susan ignored the comments from Sneaker. "You carry on," she said to Donna. "But I really do suggest you attach him with the cuffs first."
Susan helped Donna, making Sneaker bend over the cage and attaching him there with the cuffs. He protested, but when Susan insisted that he must do what she told him, he did not resist.
"Right, Donna," said Susan brusquely, "He's all yours. I'm going downstairs. Just make sure he's punished properly."
"I'll make sure of that," said Donna determinedly.
"Hey!" Sneaker squealed. "You can't leave me with her like this! You can see the mood she's in. She'll half kill me!"
Susan shrugged. "So what?" she said carelessly. "I don't suppose she will do any real damage to you, and you thoroughly deserve it. You should have learned not to be so rude to any woman. It's entirely your own fault, and I would beat you myself if I didn't have other things to do. I'll see you later."
Susan paused halfway down the stairs to listen. She smiled to herself as she heard the whack of the riding crop and Sneaker's howls of pain. Donna was, apparently, taking Susan's instructions seriously, and by the sound of the effort she was putting into it, she was thoroughly enjoying doing it. Susan was tempted to remain there and listen, or even to return and add her own efforts to Donna's, but she had a task to complete. Her sewing was unfinished, and she had a particular use for the garments she was creating.
Reluctantly, she carried on down the stairs and closed the living room door to block out the distracting noises from upstairs.
** For anyone who likes erotic reading and femdom literature, I should mention that my ebooks, others I publish, and ebooks from many, many other authors and publishers are now available through a number of outlets online. You might like to have a look at Adult eBookshop, MobiPocket, Ebooks-Online, as well as A1 AdulteBooks where my books have always been sold.
