The Domination of Donna
Susan Strict
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2008 Susan Strict
Strict Publishing International
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The Domination of Donna
"You want me to come and dominate you?"
It was not really a question. From the moment that Donna and Susan had first exchanged messages on a Web Site, Donna had made her submissive tendencies quite clear as well as her bisexual inclinations and a definite preference for dominant women.
"Yes, please."
"All right."
There was silence. Donna could hardly believe what she had heard.
"Really?"
"Yes. Definitely. Are you sure it's what you want?"
Donna was sure. She was so sure, and yet she had been so certain that Susan would refuse. Everything Donna knew about Susan had led her to believe that Susan was only interested in dominating men.
"That's settled," said Susan. "This weekend. I'll send my slave to prepare you."
"What?" Donna was startled. This was not what she expected.
"Don't say 'what', say 'thank you'," Susan reprimanded her lightly. "I'm not going to waste my time with you not being ready for me. Sneaker will be there at eight o'clock Friday night. He knows what to do."
"But..." Donna was in a quandary. Who, or what, was 'Sneaker'? It could not be anyone's real name, surely? She was suddenly quite uncertain she was doing the right thing.
"Do you want me to come over or not?" It was an ultimatum. A 'no' would mean the end of it, and Donna knew that Susan would not give her a second chance.
"Yes, of course. I want you, but..."
There was a sigh of exasperation from the other end of the telephone. "Look," Susan's voice was sharp now, "Sneaker will be there to prepare you. He knows what I require. That is all there is to it. So, last chance, yes or no?"
"Yes."
The phone went dead. Susan had put it down.
Donna waited terrified, but at the same time more excited than she had ever been in her entire life.
*
It was at exactly eight o'clock on Friday night that the black car pulled into the driveway outside Donna's house. She was in the front bedroom, watching out of the window from behind the net curtain, not really expecting anyone to turn up at all.
It did not look like a slave's car. Donna had not seen one like it, but the sleek bodywork, low profile tyres and the huge bump of the turbo air intake on the bonnet all told of a powerful, fast vehicle she might have expected to be driven by one of the more arrogant doms rather than by a slave belonging to Susan.
The doorbell rang. She hurried downstairs.
He was not what she had expected either, not as Susan's slave or as the driver of that powerful car. He was older, probably in his late forties. He was tall, but not muscular. His hair was ginger, receding and with a bald patch on top of his head. Behind thin spectacles his eyes were a sparkling blue, and there was no doubt in Donna's mind that he was both fit and strong. She took an immediate liking to him, despite the anomalies in him that confused and puzzled her.
"You must be...?"
"Sneaker." He nodded. "You can call me Rob. Sneaker is Susan's name for me."
"You had better come in."
She led him into the living room, little tingles of anticipation and nervousness running through her.
"Would you like a coffee? Or something else to drink?"
He shook his head. "Susan will be here in just over an hour," he told her. "We need to make sure everything is ready. It won't be good if it isn't. She would be very annoyed, and believe me you don't want Susan to be annoyed."
"But... I really don't understand this," said Donna. "You are her slave, she said. Why are you here? I mean, she is going to dominate me, isn't she? Surely you shouldn't be here?"
He laughed. "No, I'm not Susan's slave," he chuckled. "Not really. I was once, but not now. I'm a friend, a very close friend. I won't try to explain it, because it would take all night and you probably wouldn't understand it even then. I'm here, that's all, and we need to get started."
This was even more confusing for Donna. "But why are you here?" she asked hopelessly, sitting down on the sofa in complete bewilderment.
"Hmm. That's a bit complicated too," Sneaker said. "Are you sure you want to know? Wouldn't you rather just go with the flow, so to speak? I'll stop at any time you say so. I'm not like Susan at all. That's one of the reasons I'm here. Once Susan starts there will be no stopping her."
A shiver went through Donna. Once Susan starts there will be no stopping her. It was what she wanted, only... Involuntarily she squeezed her thighs together.
"Come on," said Sneaker. "Let's go upstairs and see what you have. I don't suppose Susan will bring much with her. I have some stuff in the back of the car we can use if you don't have anything appropriate."
He found his own way up the stairs and into Donna's bedroom with Donna following, bemused.
"Well?" he asked. "What do you have? Cuffs? Restraints? Whips? What sort of toys and vibrators?"
Donna felt herself blushing. "No... not at all," she stuttered. "There are a few things in here."
She opened a drawer and turned away. Sneaker looked.
"No good at all," he said. "Never mind. I'll get what I have out of the car. Wait here. You can undress now. I'll be back in a minute."
Donna stood open mouthed. Undress? Now? Just like that? He was back before she had recovered.
"You still dressed?" he asked. "It's up to you I suppose, but if I were you I would make sure I wasn't wearing anything when Susan arrives. That really would annoy her. I don't think she would be too happy with me either if I didn't have you ready, but I'm used to it. It doesn't worry me nearly as much as it did once."
He put down a large bag on the floor and rummaged inside it. Without a word he started to attach strong leather straps to each corner of Donna's bed.
"I really think you ought to be naked now," he told her. "We don't have more than forty-five minutes at the most. She was quite specific. She wants you tied on your bed before she arrives. I hope that's all right with you. Do you want me to help you undress?"
Donna started to nod then shook her head. "No!" she said. "Certainly not!"
"I can be dominant if you prefer," said Sneaker apologetically. "I nearly forgot that's what you like. I get used to being submissive, and you're rather nice. Do you want me to be a bit forceful with you?"
"Stop it!" said Donna. "I'm so confused."
"I'm sorry," Sneaker apologised again. "I'll explain. It's quite simple, really. When Susan arrives she wants you to be completely naked, tied to the bed and helpless. I'm here to help prepare you so that you are ready for her. All right?"
"Yes. No. Wait... but who are you?"
"I thought I explained. I'm Susan's friend. I used to be her slave, but I found I had a dominant side too and I couldn't go on forever being nothing but a sub. Susan doesn't switch; not ever. So our relationship changed a little. Sometimes I'm involved when she has a sub who doesn't mind a bit of male domination too. I only help when it's a woman, of course. I can't cope with playing around with men at all, although I think that's what Susan prefers really. It is certainly what she always used to prefer. That's probably why she has me here now. She is happier dominating a woman if she can have a go at a man too, and I suppose I'm perfect for her because I can dominate you or I am equally comfortable submitting to her. Do you understand?"
Donna gulped. "I think so," she said. "What is Susan going to do to me? I didn't even ask."
Sneaker shrugged. "I don't know," he admitted. "Every time I've seen her dominate a woman it has been different. She likes variety, and with Susan you never know what she will think of next. She's very inventive."
Sneaker looked at his watch. "Well," he said grimly, "I really don't want to annoy Susan, and as you haven't started screaming and objecting to what I've said so far, I suppose I'll have to become the dom."
He reached into the bag and produced a long leather strap. "This will hurt, you know," he told Donna. "It's what you're going to get if you don't have all your clothes off in the next thirty seconds."
"You can't do that!" squeaked Donna.
He said nothing. They stared at each other in silence.
"That's it," said Sneaker at last. "You've had your thirty seconds."
He grasped her arm firmly. She did not resist when he pushed her face down onto the bed.
"Don't," she said weakly, not sure whether she meant it.
He ignored her. He put the leather strap down on the edge of the bed. With one hand pressed onto the middle of her back to steady her, he reached down with the other and pulled up her skirt before pulling down her panties to expose her buttocks. He picked up the strap.
"No, please..." Donna moaned, then squealed as Sneaker brought down the strap across her naked buttocks. She buried her face in the covers on the bed as five times more Sneaker thrashed her with the strap. Her buttocks turned a rosy pink.
"Now take your clothes off," Sneaker told her sternly as he let go of her and dropped the strap.
There were tears in her eyes as Donna stripped in front of him, but they were only tears of embarrassment not of unhappiness.
"Now lie on the bed, on your back," Sneaker instructed, and attached the leather restraints around her wrists pulling them tight so that her arms were stretched out towards the top corners of the bed.
"Very nice," he commented. "Where do you keep spare pillows?"
Baffled, Donna told him there were some in the next room. He fetched two of them and lifted her legs before placing them under her sore buttocks to raise her several inches off the bed. He attached the restraints to her ankles, spreading her legs wide apart.
"Very nice," he said, examining her closely. "I really think..."
Even from her uncomfortable position on the bed Donna could see what he thought without him saying it. The bulge in his trousers was obvious.
Before Donna quite realised what was happening, Sneaker was kneeling on the bed between her outstretched legs and fumbling with his flies. He moved forward, his erect manhood in his hand. It pressed against her.
"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.
*
When Donna opened her eyes Susan was no longer on top of her. She felt Sneaker still held to her by the straps around her thighs attached to his collar, but he did not seem to be moving. She saw Susan standing next to the bed. She was wearing a strap-on and very little else.
"What...?" Donna's eyes fixed on the strap-on. "Are you going to...?"
Susan laughed. "It's not for you," she said. "A bigger one would be more appropriate. No, this is a punishment for Sneaker. He disobeyed me. There is nothing he hates more than having a strap-on rammed up his arse, so of course that is exactly what I am going to do."
"Please don't, Mistress," whined Sneaker.
"Shut up," said Susan as she went round behind him. "Be thankful it's not the electrodes. If you are very good from now on you might not have to suffer that later."
Sneaker moaned, gasped and then squealed most alarmingly as Susan pressed her strap-on into him. His face was rammed forward against Donna, pressing into her repeatedly and rhythmically as Susan thrust in over and over again. He squealed continuously.
"Noisy little shit," said Susan, withdrawing from him after one last almighty thrust. "I'll punish you for that too."
Donna felt exhausted. Her whole body was trembling, and her arms and legs ached from being held in such an uncomfortable position as well as from pulling and straining against the restraints. She could not have done otherwise. It would have been impossible for her to have remained completely still, and without the restraints she would undoubtedly have bucked and writhed all over the bed and quite probably onto the floor.
"Please..." she asked hesitantly. "I hurt."
"Of course you do," Susan agreed. "I like a slave to be hurting. We'll do some real pain later after we have all warmed up properly."
"Could... could you let me go, please," asked Donna.
"What? Already? But we've only just started. Oh, I suppose so."
Susan unbuckled the restraints holding Donna's wrists and ankles. For a few minutes Donna was unable to move. It took several attempts before her aching muscles allowed her to bring her arms down. She started to bring her legs together at the same time, completely forgetting that Sneaker's head was between her thighs.
"Oooh!" squealed Donna, startled.
Susan sat down on the side of the bed in what could only be described as fits of laughter.
"Why don't you smother him?" she suggested.
"I couldn't!" protested Donna.
"I expect you could, but we won't worry about doing it right this minute if you don't want to," Susan told her. "You were a good little sub, but he wasn't. He still needs some serious punishment, and I want you to do it."
"Me?" exclaimed Donna. "I can't. I don't do that. I'm not a domme."
"If you are my sub then you do what you're told," said Susan seriously. "If I tell you to punish Sneaker then you punish Sneaker, the same as if I tell him to punish you then he punishes you. You don't have a choice. If you disobey me then I will find something to do to you that you really don't like."
Susan watched confusion and disbelief on Donna's face.
"Don't worry about it for the moment," she told her as she undid the straps holding Sneaker between Donna's legs. "You're free now."
Susan turned and left the room. Donna felt a sudden rush of disappointment. Sneaker was kneeling on the floor, naked still, his head bowed. Donna was furious with him.
"Why couldn't you do what Susan told you?" she screamed at him. "She would have given her attention to me and not to you. I hate you..."
Without thinking, she snatched up the riding crop Susan had left and raised it. Sneaker cowered, and it was only then that Donna realised what she was doing.
"You can thrash me if you want," said Sneaker submissively.
"Certainly not," said Donna primly, putting down the whip.
"You are very beautiful," said Sneaker persuasively, his eyes fixed on her naked body.
"Bollocks," said Donna, turning away and reaching for her clothes. She dressed hurriedly, trying very hard not to look at the naked Sneaker who made no move to get up from his knees. She hurried downstairs.
Susan was sitting in an armchair in the living room. She had poured herself a drink and was sipping it thoughtfully.
"Thank you," said Donna as she flopped down into an armchair opposite Susan.
Susan raised her eyebrows. "I beg your pardon?" she said.
"Thank you for what you did," said Donna. "It wasn't what I expected. It wasn't quite what I wanted. It was different, so thank you."
"Did I give you permission to sit in a chair?" asked Susan.
"Um...?"
"On the floor," said Susan, pointing at the floor near her feet. "That's where a slave belongs."
"Now? I thought we finished...?"
"Finished?" Susan laughed. It was not, thought Donna, a particularly pleasant laugh. "I said I would be here at the weekend. I did mean all weekend."
"But... there's not really room," protested Donna, her head in a whirl once again.
"There's plenty of room," Susan assured her. "I'll have Sneaker assemble the little cage in the corner of the bedroom. I shall have the bed, of course, and the two of you can sleep in the cage. It will be a little cramped, but I'm sure you'll manage. I don't really know why you bothered to put your clothes on either. You know I'm going to insist you take them off again."
"I... but I..."
"You are still sitting in that chair," Susan pointed out. "For every second you disobey me that's one extra stroke of my crop when I get round to it. I still haven't decided how to punish you for declining to punish Sneaker. I think I might force you to fuck his arse with that strap-on while I fuck you from behind with my larger one. That should be an interesting threesome. I haven't tried that before."
"No! I mean..."
"Oh do shut up," said Susan wearily. "I'm hungry. Go and cook me a meal. I'll decide what to do with you later, or it may have to wait until tomorrow. You can tell Sneaker he has ten minutes to put the cage together. I'm going to bed as soon as I've eaten."
Donna hurried into the kitchen to prepare a meal as Susan demanded. This had taken a direction she had neither wanted nor anticipated, but somehow she did not have the inclination or the willpower to fight against it.
It was going to be an interesting weekend.
***
It was far earlier than Donna normally went to bed when Susan yawned and announced she was tired. She had finished the meal Donna had prepared for her without comment.
Sneaker had eaten too, after he had completed his work upstairs on Susan's instructions. There had been much crashing, clanking and banging, with Sneaker rushing in and out from his car and from Susan's car outside. Susan had freed him from his wrist to thigh restraints and ordered him to dress before he started, and afterwards had allowed him to eat before telling him to strip once more and buckling the restraints in place. Donna remained dressed, quite enjoying the sight of the helpless Sneaker wearing nothing at all and completely unable to hide the erection that he seemed to have had permanently ever since he had tied Donna to the bed earlier.
"Upstairs," instructed Susan. "You, Donna, can help Sneaker in the bathroom. It's highly amusing to watch him trying to wash and to use the toilet when his wrists are attached to his thighs, but I don't want the two of you taking all night over it."
"You could release him while he does that and put them back on afterwards," suggested Donna as politely as she could.
"Absolutely not," said Susan decidedly. "They are on him for the night. And that reminds me: you are still wearing your clothes. I thought I told you to take them off?"
Donna was sure that Susan had not actually told her to undress, but she thought it might be unwise to argue.
"I'll take them off upstairs," she said.
"No you won't," Susan told her. "You will take them off now. In fact, I think we will make it a show. Have you ever been a stripper, Donna? No? It's time you learned. I want you to strip as though you were putting on a show in a club. I'm sure you can manage that for me."
"I don't think I could," said Donna, appalled at the idea.
"I think you can," Susan insisted. "Sneaker, would you go and fetch my riding crop, please."
"All right, I'll try," Donna said hurriedly.
"Wait until Sneaker comes back now," said Susan. "I'm sure he will want to see it too."
Sneaker reappeared quickly, the riding crop gripped awkwardly in one hand.
"Why didn't you carry it in your mouth?" asked Susan, taking it from him and whacking him across his naked buttocks with it.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Now you can go and fetch the restraints for Donna," Susan told him. "The same as you are wearing. You are NOT to touch them with your hands. Do you understand? Hurry back. I'm not waiting. Donna is going to start."
Sneaker was rather longer this time. Susan insisted that Donna start to perform a striptease, and although Donna felt both foolish and highly embarrassed trying to dance and remove her clothes in the required manner, she was down to her bra and panties when Sneaker came back with a set of wrist to thigh restraints in his mouth.
"Sit down, Sneaker," instructed Susan. "You'll like this bit."
Several strokes of the riding crop later, caused by Sneaker sitting on the sofa rather than on the floor as he should have done, Donna was at the point of unfastening her bra. She turned away from Susan and Sneaker.
"Get on with it," said Susan.
"I can't," Donna replied faintly, turning round and holding her bra to her chest with the straps unfastened and dangling. "This is so embarrassing."
"You are being silly," said Susan, a warning note in her voice. "I've just seen you naked and spread-eagled on the bed with Sneaker licking between your legs, and now you are trying to tell me you are embarrassed to take your bra off?"
"It's just... different," said Donna. It was different, although she was not at all sure how it was different. It felt different.
Susan raised the crop. "Don't make me come over there and give you a thrashing until you do what you're told," she said lazily. "I'm too tired, but you'll regret it if you make me have to start it, I promise you that."
That was all Donna needed. Suddenly, with Susan's threat, it no longer felt different. She dropped her bra to the floor and it was not very much longer before her panties were in a corner of the room where she had kicked them after twirling them, rather artistically she thought, from one toe.
Donna stopped, hands on hips and legs apart, panting from the exertion. Sneaker clapped politely. Susan laughed, and hit Sneaker with her crop. He stopped clapping.
"Right," said Susan, standing up. "Now it really is time for bed."
She strode over to Donna and attached the restraints Sneaker had brought down, firmly fixing Donna's wrists down at her sides with the other part of the restraint buckled tightly around the top of Donna's thigh. Although Donna could walk, she felt incredibly helpless and unstable as though at any moment she would fall and be quite unable to save herself. Sneaker, restrained in the same way, was struggling to stand up.
"Go on you two," said Susan almost amiably, "If you want to use the bathroom before we all go to bed then do it now. You won't have a chance to go later. I suggest you help each other. It's not too easy to manage when you can't use your arms!"
Donna stared at her in horror. It had not occurred to her until Susan mentioned it, even though Susan had spoken earlier about Donna helping Sneaker in the bathroom. Now she was in the same position herself she realised just how awkward it would be to do anything. She also realised that she badly needed to use the toilet.
"Please..." she begged. "Can't you take these off just for five minutes?"
"Absolutely not," Susan told her, grinning wickedly. "Think of it as a little punishment for not stripping for me the moment I told you to do it. I had to threaten you with the crop, didn't I? Think yourself lucky this is all you are going to suffer for that particular piece of disobedience. Upstairs now, before I do decide to use my crop as well."
As Donna followed Sneaker upstairs, trying to get used to the unfamiliar feeling of balancing with her arms held down at her sides, she was trying to remember what Susan had said earlier. She had definitely said that Sneaker was to sleep in a cage, and judging by the banging and crashing while Sneaker had been upstairs he must have put it together. She could not remember what else Susan had said. She would use the bed? That was it; Susan would be sleeping in Donna's bed, but where did that leave Donna? In all probability, thought Donna, she would have to sleep on the floor. There was no bed in the spare room, so that was not an option. She hardly dared to hope that she would be allowed to sleep with Susan. Even restrained as she was now that would be quite wonderful, and the more she thought about it the more excited she became. Surely Susan would not want to sleep alone? Everyone, absolutely everyone always found it so much nicer to have someone sleeping next to them, and it was hardly as if they were strangers. Already they had shared the most intimate contact, and terrifying as that had been Donna found herself longing for more of it. Perhaps, that night, together, in bed, there would be the chance of...
Donna's thoughts were interrupted. Sneaker was in the bathroom and Susan was right behind Donna pushing her forward.
"Go on," said Susan. "You can see he can't manage. I really don't know why men have to stand up to pee, but if he tries to do it like that it will be everywhere and I'm most certainly not clearing it up. He can't reach it. Go and hold it for him. Do I have to tell you everything?"
Reluctantly, but at the same time fascinated, Donna managed to stand beside Sneaker and to reach his still-erect member with one hand. He groaned as she clasped her fingers around it, and Donna felt him twitch and stiffen a little more as he responded to her touch.
"Get on with it," Susan said in an exasperated tone. "Point it down into the toilet. We'll be here all night if you don't hurry."
"It... it won't go in that direction," Donna told her. "It wants to point straight up!"
"I'll show you." Susan strode into the bathroom, pushed Donna out of the way, ignored Sneaker's half-hearted protest and his moan of discomfort. "Watch," she told Donna. "Grip it firmly but not too hard and watch where you point it. He'll find it rather uncomfortable having to pee while he has an erection, and it tends to spray rather a lot. Here, you take over."
Donna did as she was told, and managed to control the jet of urine from Sneaker so that none of it missed the toilet. Susan nodded approvingly.
"Now squeeze hard and shake off any drips," she said. "Right. Your turn."
"I can manage," said Donna, sitting down on the toilet. Only a few hours ago she would have found it impossible to use the toilet with either Sneaker or Susan watching her but now, somehow, it did not seem to matter. After she had finished Susan made the two of them wash and dry each other all over thoroughly, laughing at their antics as they tried to reach every part while their hands were only able to move a few inches from the tops of their thighs.
"Bed," said Susan as soon as she was satisfied they had finished properly.
She led them into the bedroom. In the corner was the little cage that Sneaker had assembled. It was much smaller than Donna had expected. She wondered how anyone could possibly sleep in something so small and so uncomfortable. Surely Sneaker would have great difficulty in fitting into it at all, let alone managing to go to sleep.
Susan held open the door to the cage. "In," she ordered.
Donna watched as Sneaker obediently began to squeeze himself into the cage.
"What are you standing there for?" asked Susan. "You too. Get in."
Donna stared in horror. "I can't," she protested. "There isn't enough room."
"Of course you can," Susan insisted. "There's plenty of room. You don't think I'm going to leave you free to wander about all over the place while I'm asleep, do you?"