Adultery Cutty - Copied

[hirarandi]

A fresh spring breeze was blowing through the city. Thanks to the sun it was not too cold and the breeze was just a minor cold chill for the people wandering on the streets. After the long winter life was picking up again, and with the temperature finally rising again peoples mood was lifted too.

Donna found herself walking through the crowd a little bit late for her appointment. She hurried through the alley up to the huge square in the center of the city.
"Made it!" She thought as she saw the terrace ahead of her, "And only five minutes late..."
Donna walked up to the terrace where she was supposed to meet a certain Ms. Brendan.
Ms. Brendan had introduced herself on the phone this morning as being an associate of her husband, and as such had some information she wanted to share with Donna. She had proposed a lunch meeting and Donna had agreed. She was free anyway as her daughters were in school the whole day, and it was her 'relax' day, which she usually spent window shopping, or chatting with her friends.
However a too long chat with a friend had caused her being late, and Donna wanted to be on time, especially as her appointment probably had something to do with her husband's work. She knew from previous meetings that the business associates of Robert didn't like it when people were late. And she had had a few appointments like these before. They usually wanted to do some background checking, verifying what info they had, or just to see what family Robert has. His job as a PR man needed a spotless image.
The lunch terrace Donna found herself on was very well known, Donna had dined there several times both with Robert and with friends. It had a good view over the center square of the city, and it was frequented by the local business community, as it was at the border of the business district and the tourist district, with all its nice shops.
Donna loved to go shopping in the tourist district, and had planned to do so right after lunch. She knew already what she was going to get herself after she had done the good deed of 'saving' her husband's job once again.
Donna looked around for her appointment, and saw a middle aged lady with sunglasses on smiling and waving at her. "That must be Ms. Brendan", Donna thought and walked over to the table.
"Hello... Ms. Brendan?" Donna asked when she reached the table at the side of the terrace.
"Yes," the lady replied, "and you must be Donna? Wife of Robert?" the lady smiled friendly, while gesturing her to sit down at the unoccupied chair.
Donna smiled and sat down. Ms. Brendan meanwhile took a sip of her coffee and picked up a brown envelope.
"As a business woman I learned not to beat around the bush," Ms. Brendan said, while she tapped upon the envelope. "I know a little about the business your husband is in, and how fragile his position currently is."
"Also I know about the financial position of your family, with the house just bought, fixed up, and repainted." Ms. Brendan informed while nonchalant glancing at the adjacent square.
"The schools where you have put your daughters are very good, yet very expensive," Ms. Brendan held up her hand to stop Donna from saying something, "and I do not even mention the new car just bought."
"You, Donna, are not working at all." Ms. Brendan nonchalantly accused Donna from behind her sunglasses. Donna began to feel very uneasy. When this appointment was made it all seemed very casual, yet this woman now seemed to know a little too much of their situation, and she got a feeling this was not actually a normal business contact of Robert.
"With other words, the family is solely depending on the salary of Robert, and his job is on the line. Five men competing for one position, the losers will all be laid off."
"Here in this envelope is the key to the sure downfall of Robert. On the other hand, I do have influence on the positive outcome of his current struggle."
"Have a look at these," the lady said and pushed the envelope over to Donna. Donna by now was scared, and unsure what was happening. She picked up the envelope and looked at its contents.
"Pictures of me, naked sitting in the bath tub, on the bed..." Donna immediately recognized them. Robert had taken them lately for fun, and obviously forgot to delete them, as he usually does. "But these are not that bad at all" Donna wondered, "How will this lady use these against Robert"
"The company needs only a small indiscretion from any of the five men, and he's off the list." Ms. Brendan replied to the unasked question, "They will be more than happy to use these to solve part of their problem."
"However, as mentioned I also can help in the positive outcome." she continued, "And that is where you should focus on; you have the key to his success."
"Me?" Donna asked wondering.
"Yes, you..." the lady smiled warmly, and turned towards Donna. "And it might help you personally too."
"Look at the pictures" Ms. Brendan said "What do you see?"
"Me naked" Donna replied "How..." but her sentenced was cut off by Ms. Brendan "Donna, please just answer the questions. I will explain everything for you after that. Now back to the pictures." she continued while Donna was taken aback "Are you happy with the way you look on them?"
Donna looked at the picture of her in the bath tub. No she was not happy with the way she looked. After two kids, and the housewife life, she got a belly, although if she was standing up straight she still looked good. But sitting down in the bath tub clearly showed her 'love handles'.
"No" Donna replied and pushed the envelope away.
"And that is where I can help you." Ms. Brendan picked up the envelope and looked at the pictures "You need a strong exercise schedule to get back into shape." She fondled meanwhile through the pictures and showed the one of her on the bed to her. Donna turned immediately red; she showed the pictures in public! "You can look so much better than this." another picture "Or this..."another one of her laughing while holding her belly.
"Please put them back in the envelope." Donna looked around to see if anybody had seen the pictures.
"Just listen and do not interrupt me Donna." Ms. Brendan said, yet she did put the pictures back in the envelope on the table. "So let me explain what's in it for you."
"You would like to lose this belly, and improve your overall shape right?"
"Yes..." Donna replied uncertain.
"And up to now you did not have the discipline to get rid of it by yourself." again Donna wondered how this lady knew so much of her. She actually did try to exercise at a local gym, yet never continued long enough, she found the exercises boring.
"I will let you get back into a perfect shape, and give the job to your Robert, I'll even improve your overall appearance... If you do as I say. If not, these pictures get out, Robert losses his job, your family loses the house, the cars, the schools for your daughters, everything will be gone. Not to mention the public embarrassment when all of your friends, family, relatives see you move down the ladder, all because Robert had to share some naked pictures." Ms. Brendan looked at Donna.
"Shh..." she said, when Donna wanted to say something "Think about it first, before saying anything." She smiled again and spoke warmly, "You have lots to win, and everything to lose. Poverty is around the corner, with all relationship problems, family problems, etc. On the other side is Robert having a great job, more than enough money for the house, the cars, schools, shopping, vacation..." she spread her arms and leaned back to emphasize the surroundings, "The good life."
Then she stopped, and there was an intense silence. Donna's mind was racing; thinking of what was happening, and how to get out of this position. "What does this lady want from me?" Donna wondered, while trying to get an answer by examining the older female across the table. But Ms. Brendan just sat leaning back, sipping some coffee. Giving Donna no clue.
"You can ask a question right now." She said nonchalant.
"A question." Donna thought "What can she ask? Why? What was expected of her? How?" She had so many things to ask, where to start?
She decide to go for the 'what' question.
"What is expected of me?" Donna asked uncertain.
"Let me explain, and be again as straight forward as I can be." Ms. Brendan replied. "I am a lesbian, and I fancy you. So I expect you to become my lover."
Holding up her hand to stop Donna from protesting right away, she continued "As such you will do everything I ask you to do. However, I will take into account the fact you still have a family, and they will need some time from you too. So we will not only date, but I will also be handling your training, and train your body back into a fabulous shape. Thus we will still be spending a lot of time together, without it being too obvious to your family and friends."
"Being in a lesbian relationship is not as bad as it seems." She continued "First of all, men do not worry about lesbianism, and therefore do not notice these relationships, so Robert will be no problem. Second, it is true women know best how to please other women. And I would like to add, I am an expert at that. Furthermore I know best how to get your body into shape, and improve your overall appearance."
"So what is it going to be: some lesbian fun, a job for Robert, a future for the kids, the house, the car, the perfect body, or nothing at all, just plain misery ahead?"
"Just answer with: 'I will do as you wish Ms. Brendan, and become your girlfriend'"
She leaned forward to Donna, putting her hand on the confused woman and said softly "You can always back out and go for the misery option any time..."
Donna knew she made sense. It was everything she wanted apart from the lesbian relationship, and she knew if Robert lost his job...
"I-... I will do as you wish Ms. Brendan, and become your ... girlfriend." She whispered, feeling both terrified and excited.
Miss Brendan leaned back in her chair again, clearly happy with her response.
"Okay, 'wise' Donna." she spoke "Let's test if you understand what I will be expecting from you." Again that annoying sip of her coffee.
"You will go to the ladies room, and take of your bra and panties. Then you will come back here and place them on the table, discretely."
Shocked Donna looked at her. Was she serious? She sat there for a few moments not knowing what to do.
"Go on, off to the toilets." Ms. Brendan shooed her "You can always change your mind over there too Donna."
Donna slowly stood up and strolled to the toilets, still wandering if she should go through with this.
In the toilets she walked a few minutes up and down pondering on her options. She did not know how to stop this blackmail, and knew Ms. Brendan was right; if she did not comply with her, Robert would lose his job for sure. On the other side, she was arrogant enough to want the perfect body promised. And a lesbian relationship, if kept a secret, would be no real problem, might even be something fun. Naughty...
She looked into the mirror. She was wearing a dark colored blouse anyway and descent pants so nobody would notice if she was wearing no underwear. And if this got that sick lady off, well she'd had more difficult boyfriends in the past.
When Donna walked back to the table she saw that Ms. Brendan had paid the check already, and was simply sitting enjoying the view and the sun. She smiled when she saw Donna walking towards the table with in her right hand, only visible for the experienced eye, her underwear...

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Ms. Brendan's house
When arriving at the mansion of Ms. Brendan after lunch, Donna was not too surprised to see it was a very luxurious one. It had started already with the limousine with personal driver. And during the ride Ms. Brendan had received at least five phone calls from various business associates, as she called them. The flares Donna caught of their conversations hinted they all were powerful and very influential.
Ms. Brendan had not really bothered Donna during the ride, leaving her to her own thoughts. Which she had done as she looked out of the window, absentmindedly letting the scenery pass by. Wondering, curious, about what was in store for her.
"Walk up to the front door, Donna," Ms. Brendan instructed Donna. "I will be there shortly, I have to make one last phone call."
And so Donna got out of the car and walked up to the front door. When standing alone in front of the big mansion her mind drifted back to the lunch-meeting and the situation she was in now. She was still embarrassed about leaving her underwear on the table. Although nobody had noticed it at first, the waitresses would for sure find them, and...
Not to mention the situation she was in now; a 'forced' lesbian relationship with an older woman. Kinky and exciting on the one hand, dangerous and humiliating on the other. How far would Ms. Brendan go with her?
"Ok, next instruction, Donna," Ms. Brendan had walked up to the house and picked up her key to open the front door. "When you are in my house, you wear what I tell you to wear." With that said she looked with obvious discontent at the clothes Donna was wearing now, "And as for now, I would like you to be naked, completely."
The door was open and Donna was guided into the hall. "Strip here, everything off," Ms. Brendan ordered while she locked the door.
"This is it," Donna thought. "Up to now it was all child's play, now she is moving in."
"Don't worry," Ms. Brendan reassured her. "I need to check your body to decide what exercises you will be needing." She pinched Donna's belly to indicate what she meant, and turned to pick up her post.
Donna reluctantly undressed, while Ms. Brendan read her mail.
"Okay, what shoe size do you have?" Ms. Brendan asked when she was finished with the mail.
Donna, busy getting out of her pants, answered: "7."
"Good, I have shoes that size here," Ms. Brendan opened a closet door and pulled out a pair of high heeled shoes. "Put these on."
Donna folded her clothing on a small table and proceeded to wear the high heeled shoes. "Everybody has his own kink," Donna commented in her mind. "For now I will go along with the flow, I will stop when this goes too far." The white shoes fitted her surprisingly well. Once on she turned to face Ms. Brendan.
Ms. Brendan sized her up, obviously liking what she saw. "When you are standing straight up in these heels, your belly does not show that much," she complimented. "And your thighs," she started fondling Donna on her thighs, her ass, her belly, her arms, all the while making small compliments; "Nice...", "Not too bad...","Soft..."
"Okay," she said when she was finished after a few minutes. "Before we continue, another instruction for you. When you see me in the house for the first time you will passionately kiss me, like lesbian lovers do." She walked up to Donna smiling,
"Probably you have never kissed a woman before, so we do some testing now. We will stop when I think you are doing a good job at it."
Nervously Donna laid a hand on Ms. Brendan and clumsily tried to kiss her.
"We do that again," Ms. Brendan stopped her. "Hands around my body," she pulled the Donna's arms around her, "and grab me tight, I'm not made from glass. And for the kiss, turn your head, pretend I'm Robert for all I care, and kiss me passionately."
Under the instructions of Ms. Brendan Donna soon found herself with more passion kissing Ms. Brendan.
"That's better," was all Ms. Brendan said finally, and pushed her gently away from her. "Look at you, all excited about your first lesbian experience!" She laughed looking at the hardened nipples of Donna. "No, no, no, no shyness now," and she pat the hands of Donna which tried to cover her breasts automatically.
"And here is another instruction: after this kiss you'll always say: 'I love you Ms. Brendan'." She waited for Donna to reply.
"I love you, Ms. Brendan," Donna said emotionless. She was too confused from the kissing to really put some effort in the sentence.
Miss Brendan grabbed her face and forced Donna to look her in the eye. "With emotion, like you mean it," she ordered sternly.
"I love you, Ms. Brendan," Donna retried with some emotion and fear.
"Again," Ms. Brendan said, and the sentenced was repeated until Donna was convincing enough.
"Now one last time with the kissing and the sentence in one, and we can go inside," Ms. Brendan said, and Donna did as instructed.
"Weird, weird, weird," Donna thought, as she hugged Ms. Brendan and kissed her passionately. Pretending it was Robert helped, and she said as convincing as possible, "I love you Ms. Brendan." Imagining it was Robert she was talking to.
"Very good, Donna," Ms. Brendan said, while she softly stroked Donna's face. "Now let's go inside."
She turned and walked in front of Donna into the house. Donna followed meekly naked in her new high shoes.
"This is the living room," Ms. Brendan informed her, while they entered a large high roofed room. Beautiful paintings on the wall (all of naked women, Donna noticed) and expensive furniture.
"We go here," Ms. Brendan informed the naked Donna and guided her to a corridor.
"All these pictures are girlfriends, or former girlfriends," she smiled proudly, as Donna looked at the large amount of pictures hanging on the walls of the corridor. All pictures were of naked, or partially naked women. She even noticed some pictures with several women on it, having sex, and a few with women having sex with men.
"All of them signed personally," Ms. Brendan explained. "I like these gifts, and my girlfriends know that." She stood still to admire all the pictures.
Donna just looked amazed. "I will never have myself exposed like this," she thought when she looked at all the naked women. All were smiling into the camera even if they were obviously hurt by the things they were doing. Some women were being taken by other women with huge strap-on dildo's, some women just masturbated, with or without dildo's, and some were even being gang banged by several man, even black man!
"Don't worry," Ms. Brendan assured an obviously disgusted Donna. "All these pictures are taken with the consent of the women, and they even signed them, look." She pointed to all the signatures, some even with remarks as "Forever yours," "love," etc.
"Yours will not be here if you do not want to. These are only for the girlfriends that really learned to trust me and wanted to give something in return."
"Come," she took Donna's hand and took her through the corridor into a large exercise room.
"Here we are. You will train here regularly. I have seen your pockets of fat and know exactly how to get rid of them, we'll even fine-tune your overall posture. That's where the heels are for too. You walk up straight with them, instead of bending over. Yes, you do that."
She walked to a lifting machine. "Come here," she said to Donna.
Donna, relieved to be out of the disturbing corridor, walked towards her.
"Give me your arms."
And Donna did. Before she knew it, she had two clamps around her wrists and was being hoisted up.
"This machine is for the belly," Ms. Brendan spoke matter of factly, while Donna looked at her with wide eyes, surprised at how easy she was tied up and hanging in the work out machine.
"Oh, before I forget," Ms. Brendan said, and pinched Donna's left nipple hard. Donna tried to scream, but the moment her mouth was half open a rubber was inserted into it, and it inflated rapidly.
"A ball gag," Ms. Brendan said while petting the cheek of Donna. "I'd like you to be silent and just concentrating on the exercise." Then she put some ankle cuffs on Donna and spread her legs.
"I do not like hairy pussies," Ms. Brendan spoke sternly. "You will keep yours totally bald, unless I fancy another dirty look."
She went to fetch a shaving kit. "I will now shave you bald, so keep still," she said while applying the shaving cream on Donna's vagina.
"No!" Donna screamed in her mind, "This has gone too far!" she looked franticly around for someone or something to help her. Finding none, she started wriggling to get out of her bondage. A sharp pain in her vagina stopped her.
"Now you've done it!" Ms. Brendan said angrily, while taking a step back, holding up a bloody shaving knife. "You cut yourself badly my dear," she looked up at the face of Donna. "I told you to hold still!" She angrily waved the bloody knife at her, "You must learn to listen to me and follow my instruction to the letter." She pointed down to Donna's vagina, "This is a very bad cut Donna, very bad."
Donna looked scared and painful at Ms. Brendan, who did not make any attempt to get her out of her bondage. "Get me out!!" Donna screamed, but was silenced by the ball gag "Oh God it hurts!" She wriggled to get loose.
"That will only hurt you more and rip yourself open down there," Ms. Brendan informed her, while she laid away the shaving kit. "I'll ask my neighbor to help me out here. You, Donna, sit still, there is no way to get out of this bondage, and you do not get off this easily. I am very angry with you right now."
"How could she treat me like some little kid?" Donna wondered, while Ms. Brendan walked away. "I must get out, what if the neighbor sees me like this? She can't be serious, I need professional help, I will call the security officer, I will..." Donna's mind raced at how to solve this situation, her vagina was hurting very bad, she was strung up, naked, with high heels on, and in the house of a complete stranger, actually.
For five tormenting minutes she waited for Ms. Brendan to return. She found out that hanging still was indeed the best solution, and was slowly calming down. She felt the blood creeping down her left leg, down to her feet, and eventually it dripped on the floor.
"You see the mess." Ms. Brendan's voice woke the silent Donna up. "If she just wouldn't have moved. This is my first time I cut one of my girlfriends by accident."
Miss Brendan stood before the naked exhausted Donna, with besides her a young woman in her late twenties. They both looked at the mess Donna was in.
"It looks worse than it actually is," the new lady said, and opened a medicine kit.
"You hold still," she told Donna. "I will clean it first and stop the bleeding." She started to work on the cut by first disinfecting it with a cloth and some alcohol substance. This of course made Donna squirm and shake about. "Still," the lady just said and Donna tried to comply. "Okay, that is better."
The lady took a step back and looked at the wound. "I think this will leave a scar. even if I try to close it neatly. It is pretty deep," she told Ms. Brendan.
"Well, if that is the case, it will be a constant reminder for her she should do as she is told," Ms. Brendan said, obviously still angry at Donna. "Make it a nice scar."
"Will do," the other lady smiled. "But it will take some time."
"I'll be checking up on some other stuff, in that case," Ms. Brendan said, and walked out of the room.
"That leaves us alone... Donna was it, right?" The lady said while she started to pull out some stitching stuff from her medicine kit. She looked up at Donna and smiled at her. "Don't worry, I'm a professional Doctor. You were lucky I was home."
She walked up to Donna, "Here's what I will do. I will give this cut some stitches. I think it will be around 7 or 8 maybe even more. As said, a scar will stay, and as your girlfriend ordered, I will leave a nice scar, instead of trying to get rid of it as much as possible." She looked up while standing very close to the naked Dona, "It is better that way: the scar will give you personality down there, and it is always better to do as your girlfriend tells you to do." She looked into Donna's pleading eyes. "It is very unwise to cross her. She has powers beyond your imagination, and always gets what she wants. And if you go along with her demands, you will find it is much more rewarding." With that said she started to apply the stitches. "Try to move as little as possible my dear," she said to Donna, who started to shake again.
Donna looked down at the woman who acted as if this was a normal situation; a woman naked with white high heels strung up and cut in her pussy. Donna wanted to plead for a different handling for the cut. "No scar please," she thought. "How to explain my husband?" And at the same time, "Who is this girl? What is she saying about Ms. Brendan?"
"Hold still! I hate to have to tell her you did not behave well." She grabbed Donna's ass firmly and moved her hips forward, which made Donna push out her pussy. "Hold it like this, only a few more stitches."
"Oh God," Donna thought. "This can not be happening."
It took for ages, according to Donna, for the lady to finish down there. Afterwards she cleaned up the blood and inspected the wound carefully.
"It's ok now," she informed Donna. "I'm done. This will heal nicely." She looked up at Donna, while still fondling her vagina, "Hmm, somebody is even getting wet down here."
Donna was embarrassed by this remark, and turned a bright red immediately.
"Oh lovely, your still shy!" she frowned, "First date?" the lady asked.
Donna just nodded screaming, "Let me out!!" in her mind.
"So you probably do not know what you're up for..." the lady pondered out loud. "Let me fill you in on the basics, as far as I know them, that is. It will help you adjust, and be more comfortable with the situation." She started packing her kit.
"Miss Brendan likes you. She chose you to be her girlfriend, and you for whatever reason, agreed. She is very good in persuading people to see it her way.
"Now crossing her in any way is not a good move." She packed her last bottles. "Your cut is probably a result of this. She probably cut you indeed by accident..." She turned her face to Donna, "but twitched it a little deeper on purpose." She let that remark sink in by Donna. "And that is why she wants that scar to be clearly visible. You will feel it the coming weeks, and it will probably always be a tender spot, as a constant reminder."
She fetched her bag and turned towards Donna.
"Now you have seen those pictures in the corridor. Not all women were willing to be her girlfriend at first. But eventually they all went along and tried to enjoy the ride, or at least act as if they did. The way she can force you to see it her way can be downright cruel."
Donna was listening carefully now, getting very worried about the situation she was in.
"But I will back out, and go to the security officer as soon as I have a chance," she thought.
"Now I see you thinking of this being impossible in this day and age, and for you especially. However.." she looked Donna straight into the eyes, "Your situation is very real. And going along is the best way to go. Probably an example is the best thing for you to understand."
"You should look at one of the pictures in the corridor. The one where you see a women being gang banged, as they say, by several black man. You can't miss it." Donna thought she could remember that one. "That lady went to the security officer for some reason." Donna's eyes went up.
"She never made it..." A long silence followed.
"As the story goes, a gang of black man awaited her, and they took her for a ride, if you know what I mean. Then they delivered her back here again."
"Miss Brendan was very angry at her, and gave her a thorough beating in addition. She was brought back to her family by one of the black gang members. He forced her to make her daughter come into the car, after which she had to get out..."
Donna looked full of fear now.
"I leave it to your imagination what her daughter went through," the lady continued "But she became a girlfriend of Ms. Brendan too, eventually." And again looking straight into Donna's eyes, "Her picture is there too."
"Do not go to the security officer, that is your worse option. She does not like it, and it does not get you anywhere. As far as I know, nobody made it to a security officer station, and I am sure she has contacts there too. Her way of treating people is not always, how would you say, within the legal boundaries. Yet she has never even questioned..."
Donna was now listening with a growing fear for this Ms. Brendan figure.
"So go along, and you'll be better off... At least until you fully understand what you are up against, would be my advice. Don't tell anybody, not your husband, not your friends. If she finds out, and she will, it won't be nice for anybody involved."
She packed her kit into her bag, ready to go. "Remember that woman and her daughter. Look at their pictures in the corridor."
Donna watched as the woman left her alone. Now her own daughters were in danger too! She was suddenly in a real big mess somehow. She looked around for something, anything, to help her cope with the situation. After what seemed for ever, she decided to follow the advice of the 'doctor', and go along. "At least until I know what I'm up against," Donna decided. "I want to know if this all is true..."
She relaxed and just waited for anybody to come to her aid. Going along, just going along for now...

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The Name
After a long, silent time hanging naked in the machine, Donna finally heard Ms. Brendan coming.
"Ok, now where were we." Ms. Brendan looked at the naked hanging Donna, "Ah yeah, my disobedient girlfriend." She walked up to Donna, and roughly inspected the wound.
"Yes, that hurts does it?" she remarked as Donna twitched. "Never disobey me, Donna."
"This cut will be visible for ever," she looked up and looked deep into Donna's eyes "Will you from now on do as I tell you to?" Her hand grasped the vagina of Donna firmly.
Frantically Donna nodded her head, still not able to speak with the ball gag in her mouth.
"That's better, cutie," she smiled. Then looked at Donna again, and said: "Cutie...Cutty. I will call you Cutty from now on." Donna looked at hear with big eyes. "That is a nice nick name. It can be used in public, as everybody obviously will think it is 'cutie' I mean, and it will remind you to obey." At that she angrily twisted the vagina of Donna, who started to squirm from the pain. Having your pussy twisted is already painful, but with the addition of a fresh stitched cut it was pure agony. Tears sprang into Donna's eyes.
"Pain my dear?" Ms. Brendan said sarcastically, "Serves you right. Never ever disobey me again." Ms. Brendan shrugged, obviously still angry at Donna.
She walked up to Donna and let her loose. "We must continue with the exercise. But we have to start slow so not to open up your fresh cut."
Donna was relieved to be free of her bondage. She rubbed her wrists, and straightened her legs.
"Walk around to get yourself warmed up." Ms. Brendan instructed, pointing a circle around the room which Donna had to follow, "But keep the heels on, you must learn to walk like a lady." Donna was not up for a fight, so just gave in and walked around the room a few rounds, naked and on her new high heels.
The whole room was in stylish white and black. It contained exercise equipment of all types. And while walking around, Donna was amazed at how clean the room was, even her mess was somehow totally cleaned, no sign of blood anywhere.
The walls were covered with mirrors, and in all it really looked like a professional training hall.
When she made a few rounds naked and on her heels Ms. Brendan stopped her.
"We will focus on your upper body this week. Here are some weights and we start with sessions of twenty."
And the next hour Donna was drilled into exhaustion. Ms. Brendan was relentless and pushed her to her limits. Afterwards she was guided to the showers to wash, and ordered to return to the living room.
When she finished showering Donna walked up to the living room. Passing the corridor she looked curiously for the pictures of the daughter and mother.
"I can't find their pictures, yet the more I look at these pictures, the more I find them disturbing," she thought. "But right now I am too tired to really care."
"Have a drink." She heard upon entering the living room. Donna looked around and saw Ms. Brendan sitting on a sofa across the table, pointing at a large shake in front of her. "That's good for recuperating after a heavy exercise."
She was thirsty and without questioning drank the cup empty.
"Very good, Cutty," Ms. Brendan smiled. "Now sit up straight and listen carefully."
Donna placed the cup back on the table and looked at Ms. Brendan. Remembering the remarks that she should be careful with Ms. Brendan she decided to comply with the orders. "First find out in what sort of situation I am in," she reminded herself. "Then we take appropriate action." And thus she focused her attention on Ms. Brendan, and sat up straight.
Miss Brendan smiled, seeing the woman in front of her doing as she instructed. "Very good Cutty, you are a quick learner." she remarked, "Now let me explain how this is going to work between us."
"The exercise regime will continue tomorrow. So tomorrow morning you will be picked up by my driver and brought here again. We will then continue where we left off. In addition my neighbor, Ms. Dow to you, will inspect the cut in your pussy again."
She pointed at Donna's vagina, "We have to make sure it heals well."
"By the way, I want you to spread your legs when I am talking to you," she said sternly when she noticed Donna pushed her legs closer together.
Donna hesitated, "Ah well, she saw everything already" she thought wearily, and just complied.
"Wider," Ms. Brendan ordered, testing her new girlfriend's compliance.
That started to hurt.
"Okay, that's good. You are behaving much, much better now. Must be the exercise." Ms. Brendan smiled at her own joke.
"As my neighbor instructed, your pussy must have some rest to let the cut heal. She indicated it will take about 8 weeks, in which you are not allowed to have sex at all. So give your dear Robert the good news. My neighbor will inspect the cut regularly for any infections, etc."
"Now for some rules for our relationship," she continued. "You know a few already. Whenever you come here and see me for the first time, you will kiss me passionately and declare your love for me in a convincing manner."
"When you leave the same routine is applied, we kiss lovingly, and you say how much you love me."
Donna looked at the lady in front of her, giving her this strange lecture. "She looks good for her age." Donna thought will looking at the lady in the fashionable dark brown business suit. She was wearing beautiful medium heeled matching shoes, panties, a nice broche. "All very elegant, not what you would expect from such a bitch as she's turning out to be."
"As for whatever happens in here," Ms. Brendan continued, while she saw Donna observing her. "That will be our little secret. Unless you misbehave, or get me angry, and we call this whole deal off."
Donna listened naked with her legs spread to show her scarred pussy to the lady in front of her. How she just wished to be back home right now.
"As for the coming weeks, it will be mostly exercise and more exercise." She pointed towards the belly which was showing more now Donna was sitting, "I think we move on when that is gone. I can not stand fat women. It just simply turns me off."
She picked up a box with candy from the table and picked one. "I would offer you one, but as you are on a diet, no can do."
"That brings me to the rules for you when not here."
"Rules when I'm not here?" Donna thought, "She wants me to behave crazy like this even when I am not here?"
"First your diet," Ms. Brendan said, softly sucking on the candy. "No more fat for you, no more fast food. Just stick to three small meals a day, lots of water. Together with the training I am giving you, this should have that belly gone in a month or two."
"Well, a diet is not so bad," Donna thought. "Actually, I wanted to go on a diet and look better anyway."
"Second, I want you to keep a diary of what you are thinking about what is happening to you. In the diary you will be both very descriptive about what you've done, and describe your thoughts and feelings about your actions in detail."
"A diary," Donna thought. "The last time I had a diary I was twelve!"
"That diary you will bring with you when you come here. You will read out of it, and explain it's contents." Ms. Brendan finished her soft candy, "You need to be very clear in your mind about this situation to continue with me."
"And that wraps up our meeting." She smiled at Donna, "I left you some clothes to wear on your way home. My driver will bring you home." She stood up and walked over to Donna.
Donna stood up, knowing what was expected of her. She kissed Ms. Brendan again, acting as if it was Robert she was kissing, and then said as good as she could act, "I love you Ms. Brendan."
Miss Brendan smiled, and teased Donna's nipples with her two hands, and walked out of the room...

[hirarandi]

The Routine
"We're here, ma'am," the taxi driver said, as he stopped in front of Ms. Brendan's house. Donna peeked out of the window to the large mansion. She was nervous for what was about to happen; her first whole weekend out with Ms. Brendan.
"Hi dear, you're right on time!" Ms. Brendan smiled at her as she was carrying a small suitcase to the big limousine parked in front of her house.
Two other women were also busy packing, one of them of course being the driver.
"Why so many suitcases?" Donna thought as she got out. As instructed, she wore high heeled open shoes, a short skirt showing of her trained legs, and the short t-shirt Ms. Brendan had given her, which was a little bit too tight, and therefore showed her nipples a little too much to Donna's liking. Of course, she wore no bra. Her make-up was done as she had learned to do at the Spa lately. A little heavier than she would have preferred herself, but still acceptable. As earrings she wore the longest she had. They were a gift from Robert, and she had only worn them on a romantic night out with him a year ago.
"Here you go, ma'am," the driver said as he placed her two suitcases next to her on the side walk. Donna turned and paid the man. The driver accepted the money, giving her a last lusty look, as he had been doing the whole trip.
She watched the taxi drive away with mixed feelings, and then turned. "Time to face the music." She thought as she sighed.
Ms. Brendan's driver walked up to her. "I'll take these," she said, as she picked up the suitcases, and walked with them to the limousine.
Donna slowly walked up to the house. "Should I go through with this, or call it quits?" she thought. "Everything that has been happening lately is so strange, so weird. I am not a lesbian."
"I would go in and greet Ms. Brendan," the other lady warned as she carried another set of suitcases out of the house to the car.
This got Donna going. "Do not upset Ms. Brendan," was rule number one at all times. She had by now heard numerous stories of her cruelty, though her own experience didn't go further than the 'accidental' cut in her vagina.
"Actually, she has been an improvement in my life," Donna thought as she walked to the mansion. "Without her stern regime the last two months I would not have hold on to my diet, and certainly not to the rough exercises. Even though I had to do them in the clothing she wanted. And, of course, the greeting and farewell routine..."
She spotted Ms. Brendan busy on the phone, as usual, and waited patiently for her to finish. Ms. Brendan smiled at her several times, as if to make her feel at home.
Donna watched herself in the mirror. She saw a strange person looking back at her. Her mind drifted back over the past eight weeks. How things had gradually changed for her!
She looked at her 'new' body. Compared to two months ago it was a world of difference. She turned around to admire the person in the mirror, she was proud of her new trained body.
-
Donna's mind drifted back over the past eight weeks. After the initial day, where she was shaved and cut, it continued with the heavy exercises. The last weeks she had worked out a minimum of four hours a day, only resting in the weekends.
The training schedule was set up by Ms. Brendan herself, but she usually didn't attend the exercises. That she left to her driver, who was just as merciless as she was, and a lot less communicative.
The training started the first week with just her shoulders and arms, but as her cut healed, they went down, and introduced routines for her belly, ass, and legs.
"The last eight weeks were truly exhausting." Donna recalled.
Her new daily routine became like this: In the morning she bathed and shaved everything around her vagina, which had to be done carefully due to the fresh cut. Next, she dressed and got Robert and the kids out of the house. She would then wait for the driver to knock on the door and leave the house with her. The limousine would bring her to Ms. Brendan's house, where she would enter, strip, and wear whatever Ms. Brendan gave her. Usually just high heeled shoes, but sometimes stockings too. She would kiss Ms. Brendan, tell her how she loved her (she was getting better at that), and then they would proceed to the gym-room. There she would at some time in the morning be inspected by the doctor. In the meantime, the exercises would start. As mentioned, the first week it was just upper body, as her cut had to heal. But the next week they moved on to her belly and her legs. These exercises would exhaust her enormously. Donna had never endured this kind of heavy labor, and Ms. Brendan's routines were tough on her.
They would show her no mercy, up to the afternoon, at which time she would lunch together with Ms. Brendan. At those moments, Ms. Brendan became more like a caring friend. Lunch itself was great, very luxurious and all fatless. Lots of vegetable dishes, lots of dishes Donna never knew existed. During lunch Ms. Brendan and Donna would chit chat about almost everything, and after a few days Donna actually looked forward to those nice moments.
In the afternoon she had to go through the diary with Ms. Brendan. She quickly understood what she expected her to write in it. It had to be a positive look at her situation, always highlighting the happy moments, the advantages of, for instance, the exercises, how great the lunches were. Never was she allowed to be negative, or voice her concerns about her situation. If Ms. Brendan did not approve, the page had to be rewritten immediately, and the original text was taken out and destroyed.
After this she was released (usually the diary check took just a mere fifteen minutes), had to kiss Ms. Brendan again, and was given clothing to wear. Then, in her new clothing, she was brought home by the female driver. The clothing she got was always a bit too revealing, too out of character for Donna. Also, after a week of losing her normal clothes at Ms. Brendan's, she decided to just wear whatever Ms. Brendan had given her before. That way at least her own clothing would not be lost completely.
When home, however, she immediately changed into something normal. She had no real excuse anymore for her daughters, as they saw her coming in in the more and more inappropriate clothing. So Donna decided to just ignore their stares, and go up and change. She always was dead tired too, and therefor did not have the stamina to discuss her new image with them. She would just finish up the daily chores without saying much, after which she took a very necessary short nap, up to the time Robert came home. At which time she would start to prepare dinner. After dinner she would clean up, do the dishes and so on, and then usually would go straight to bed again, leaving her daughters and husband alone. The next morning the whole routine started over again.
Weekends she was free from Ms. Brendan. She used that time to enjoy a normal family life, bringing her daughters to their sports events, or music lessons, and go shopping with her husband and or friends.
-
"We are ready, Ms. Brendan," the driver said. She was standing next to Donna in the hall.
"Good, I'll be there in a sec,," Ms. Brendan answered and continued her phone call.
Donna looked at the female driver next to her.
"Her driver..." Donna thought. "That is another weird person in Ms. Brendan's world."
-
The driver always wore a driver outfit, which would not be such a problem if it did not have certain kinky features, which you would only notice if you looked carefully. But Donna was sure the driver was one of the main reasons people would gossip about Ms. Brendan sexual nature.
The driver was young, maybe in her early twenties, and tiny. She came about shoulder height of Donna, so Donna figured she was about 5 feet tall, a little more maybe. But it was difficult to say, as they both were wearing heels all the time. She had a very nice slim figure, with large breasts, especially for her small size. Donna wondered if they were real, but she never had asked. Her skin color was a nice, golden brown, tint. It perfectly matched her dark golden blond hair. She always wore her hair in a ponytail. Donna figured that it had to do with the fact that she always wore a driver's cap.
Her outfit was what made it all a little bizarre. First, the extremely black high heeled open shoes she always wore. If she would wear any higher heels, her toes wouldn't touch the ground. Her legs were always clad in black stockings, with garters holding them up. The stockings where up to halfway her thighs, but due to her very short mini skirt, you still saw a piece of skin between the stockings and the skirt. Also, due to this, you could clearly see the garters.
She didn't wear any underwear, as Donna had noticed when she helped her with her weights. And her pussy was not only shaven, but Donna saw a piece of silver or gold glimmering too, so she probably had a piercing there. Her short black skirts always had a small leather belt, and barely covered her garter belt. She always wore a tight black blazer with a v-cut in front exposing a large part of her breasts. If she would make any sudden moves her nipples would pop out. On her left breast she had a tattoo, a heart with a subscription: 'Forever Ms. ...' Of which Donna could only read the first part, but she was sure it fully would read: 'Forever Ms. Brendan's'. Probably the driver was one of Ms. Brendan's girlfriends too, or had been. She never saw them kiss.
Her neck always had a small collar. It would have been a nice fashion thing, if it wasn't from leather with small silver buttons, which made it look kinky. Her face finally was always made up in a golden shiny way, pink lipstick, her eye-shadow a darker shade of her golden-brown skin color. And the perfume she put on had that silver glitter in it, so her face, as well as the top of her body, was always a little glimmering. In her ears she had several holes, and she wore big large hooped earrings, usually more than one in each ear.
She finished it all with the hair straight back in a small pony tail, a driver's cap, and sunglasses, dark sunglasses.
As for speaking, she limited that to the bare necessary. She and Donna never really talked, and during the exercises, where she usually was the trainer, she kept it to simple instructions. Never really showing a smile or other friendly gesture.
-
Donna gazed back into the mirror. After criticizing the driver for the way she looked, she felt embarrassed to see herself. Not only because of the clothing she was told to wear today...
-
The last two weeks, Ms. Brendan had taken her mission to 'improve' Donna more serious. It started with the first afternoon. They went to a spa, where she was treated to a complete makeover.
"Your new body needs a new look," Ms. Brendan had said. Donna had been too late to object, and her hair was already cut short into a bob before she knew it. After that she had reluctantly let them continue with the makeover. Her brunette hair was treated so it was a lot curlier, and a little lighter than her original color. Her whole body was waxed, especially around her vagina, so she was pretty much without hair except on her head and her eyebrows, and even those were trimmed into a new shape!
Her skin was tanned of course, lighter than the driver's skin color, but still darker than she used to be, and for sure darker than for the time of year would be normal.
Her body was oiled, her nails cleaned, cut, and polished, her skin got several cleaning treatments... She had spent more time at that spa than she had her whole life before!
-
"But it looks good," she had to admit, turning again in front of the mirror. "Apart from the slutty image the clothing and make-up caused."
-
The following days at the spa Donna also had gotten specific instructions on how to best make-up her face, with the new hair style and skin color. Donna did not approve of the taste of the ladies at the spa. Yet, as it was within the boundaries she found acceptable, she had not complained, and had learned to apply the make-up herself reluctantly.
The time at the spa meant less time with her family. She practically only slept at home the last two weeks. Ms. Brendan had foreseen this, and at a certain afternoon three weeks ago had come to her house to talk with the daughters.
-
"She was very good at convincing them," Donna recalled. "I would have never gotten them to do all those chores in the house." Ms. Brendan had explained them it was only temporarily, and after she had thrown in some additional spending money, they were won over.
-
Robert had gotten the job, and was working late every day, so he didn't notice her absence that much. Apart from the fact that he could not have sex with her for two months. He did not seemed to mind, as he was exhausted himself. He would often fall asleep before her.
One weekend he actually had approached her with respect to some rumors he had heard. "What's with this new girlfriend of yours?" Robert had asked her four weeks ago. "She seems to have a lot of influence on you."
They were sitting close to the sports field where their youngest daughter was having her practice. They just had some drinks with some other parents, and finally had some time alone. Donna had sensed Robert was eager to ask her about her new life, and the question itself came as no surprise. She was not allowed to have sex with him because 'she cut herself'. And she was constantly dead tired from the heavy training she received. They therefore hadn't really spoken the last two weeks, let alone the fact that there had been no sex nor even cuddling.
"Ah, nothing. She is a very interesting person and helps me out with my new diet."
"What is her name?"
"Ms. Brendan," Donna had replied. "I do not even know her first name." she had thought at that moment.
"Ms. Brendan, Ms. Heather Brendan?" Robert had asked.
"Well..." She had replied unsure. She actually did not know at that time.
"An older lady, brown hair, fair complexion, big breasts, skinny, and extremely wealthy. Lives in the Broneo district, in a huge mansion."
"So her first name is Heather..." Donna had thought.
"Yes dear, that's her," she had replied. "You know her?"
"Everybody does, darling," he had looked at her with some unbelief. "She just happens to be one of the shareholders of my company... one of the biggest."
"Oh..." Donna had replied, she had known from the way Robert had looked at her there was more to come.
"Yes, and people whisper she is even one of the most powerful people of this city. She has connections everywhere and has invested in almost all big companies around here.
"Donna," he had taken her hand lovingly. "I can't tell you who you befriend, but be careful with this one. She can decide our future, you know. She decides if I keep my job right now, as we speak. I told you I was fighting for my position. This friend of yours can have a big, really big, say in this."
"I didn't know..." Donna had lied.
"Oh, it's no problem, yet. I just wished you had befriended her a little later. I do not like to be in the spotlight like this. She is known to be ruthless. If you piss her off, it might have big, very big, consequences for us. Rumors are she has a freaky personal life style. They whisper she is lesbian, as she never got married. So all this really worries me."
"Don't worry dear, nothing special is happening, we just click," Donna had tried to reassure her husband. "It's mostly the diet with the exercise that is keeping me occupied, not Ms. Brendan herself."
"I don't think you are lesbian or something like that, darling," he had replied. "She is just dangerous, everybody says so. And I wanted you to know that."
"I'll be careful," she had smiled at Robert, stroking his hand.
"Darn, what am I up against!?" she had thought, frightened, "Even Robert now says she is so dangerous..."
-
Ms. Brendan finally hung up the phone. She walked up to Donna and simply said: "Let's go."
Donna embraced her and the two of them exchanged a deep passionate French kiss, with their tongues exploring each other's mouth. "I love you, Ms. Brendan." Donna said when they finally stopped. Her nipples now clearly showing, as Ms. Brendan had felt them up.
"You look great," Ms. Brendan reassured her, as she took her by the arm. They walked arm in arm out of the house, "I am so excited, aren't you, Cutty?" she said with a bright smile.
"Yes, Ms. Brendan." And, actually, she truly was. Also, she was a nervous emotional wreck. A whole weekend alone with Ms. Brendan, a lesbian! She was sure this weekend they would do more than just kiss hello and goodbye and paint their nails.
"This way, ma'am," the driver said, as she guided the two of them to the limousine.
She opened the door for them, and they entered. The door shut, and Donna felt as if her fate was sealed with this act.
"Don't be so nervous, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said, as she fondled her right hand through Donna's hair, slowly caressing the back of her neck. "You will enjoy it, just go along and everything will be fine. Give me another kiss."
And they started making out for the first time, right there, in the back of the limousine. Donna didn't even notice when they left. As she was overwhelmed with conflicting feelings; "Weeks of no sex must have had a bigger influence on me than I thought..."

[hirarandi]

Friday
During the whole drive, she and Ms. Brendan were kissing and fondling each other. Ms. Brendan lectured her all the time on how she should make-out with her. She was also urging Donna to do the same and tell her what she liked her to do with her. As the trip continued, Donna revealed more and more of her sexual desires. In the beginning, it were just small things, like where she loved to be touched, how to stroke her skin. But it moved slowly up from her legs, to her belly, up to how to tease her nipples. Once they were conquered by Ms. Brendan's experienced fingers, there was no holding back. Ms. Brendan was a very good listener and followed Donna's guiding words to the letter, causing Donna to lose herself in a sexual frenzy, and eventually she found herself sitting with her legs spread, showing Ms. Brendan exactly how she would like her vagina to be caressed.
"No, don't stop now," Ms. Brendan instructed, when Donna felt the thrill overtaking her.
"You've come this far, now finish it. Make yourself come, but continue to talk out loud explaining your feelings, and what you like," Ms. Brendan said as Donna suddenly realized her awkward situation. "Let yourself go, Cutty."
Reluctant, fearful, confused, but excited, Donna continued to fondle her vulva in front of Ms. Brendan. "Well... I like to be stroked like this, not to hard but gentle and then..." A wave of pure electricity muted and stiffened her, as she felt a huge orgasm boil up. A few long seconds of deep breathing followed. That was a close one.
"Why did you stop?" Ms. Brendan asked gently as she caressed the hyper sensitive Donna as she was just shown. "No need for shame here, no need to hold back those hidden feeling."
Calmed down, Donna smiled insecure towards Ms. Brendan, and she continued with the fondling and rubbing of her swollen lips, gently caressing the area close to her clitoris, gently flipping her hood, and continuing to do so past the point of no return. As she was told to explain her actions, or at least that's how she explained her actions to herself, she finished screaming out loud, her whole body bucking in the seat. Wave after wave came over her, it seems her body was releasing all the stocked-up emotions of the past two months.
"You're doing great, Cutty." Ms. Brendan complimented her with a comforting smile, caressing the sweaty body of Donna, "Usually my girlfriends are a lot shyer at first. I appreciate the trust you have in me."
Donna looked at her, still enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm, feeling ashamed.
"I am usually also shy," she thought "But damn, I needed this. The last two months you deprived me of sex, and only today, as per doctor's orders, I'm allowed to have sex." She looked at her vagina. "The cut is clearly visible as you told her to do it. Luckily it didn't hurt me. It is still tender though." Donna looked up again, forcing a smile, "And lately I have been craving sex more and more. The absence of sex must have led me to this voyeuristic performance."
"Come let's kiss again, we still have so many things to learn from each other." Ms. Brendan said, and pulled Donna over to her.
-
"This weekend will obviously be about sex, sex, and more sex" Donna thought as she was sitting on the bed of the Hotel. She looked around at the luxurious suite Ms. Brendan had rented for the weekend. "It must be the wedding suite or so." There were rose leaves on the bed, champagne cold on the dinner-table. An open Jacuzzi, with a view through the window of the city, and its green forest behind it.
"I would love it if I was with Robert. We needed a little time alone for some time now... But I am with Ms. Brendan, blackmailed into a relationship with her, with a woman!"
Sadly, Donna thought back on the last two months. "It was not so much about sex up to now, it was all about preparing for it, preparing for this weekend." She began to see, "The diet, the training, and the surroundings which reeked of sex everywhere. That awful corridor, the driver with her obscene clothing, the other women and men visiting the mansion, it all was about sex. Not to mention the fetish of Ms. Brendan, with respect to clothing, behavior. By now I have worn more exposing clothes, than I have done through my entire puberty!"
"A penny for your thoughts!" Ms. Brendan said, as she walked into the room. She strolled over happily, looking around the room. "Great room isn't it." She said as she stood in the middle of the room spreading her arms wide. "All for us, and us alone."
She walked over to the silent Donna.
"Tata, no sad faces today, Cutty." She said as she stood before Donna. Donna put up a smile. "That's better. Now let me tell you what we will do this weekend," she held out both her hands. Donna took them, and was lifted to her feet.
"First you must understand that the old rules also apply to this room, our house for the weekend," Ms. Brendan told Donna. Donna understood the instruction and started to strip. "Good, now in addition, we have some new rules I would like you to follow."
"First of all, no more sad faces, you will always display a happy face, Cutty. Remember, this is the real start of our loving, lesbian, fling."
"Secondly, I want you to obey all instructions given to you. I will expand your sexual horizon in several ways, as you are very inexperienced. Some of those experiences will be very odd to you, but I want you to trust me, and just do as you're told. I need you to completely obey every instruction."
Donna, naked by now as she was not wearing that much, meekly nodded her head.
"Third, always answer questions aloud, and address the person with Ms. or Mrs. followed by her last name."
Donna understood the remark, and replied, "Yes, Ms. Brendan."
Smiling Ms. Brendan continued, "Fourth, you will always wear high heels. And I do mean all the time: when you sleep, when you use the toilet, when you shower, etc."
"Yes, Ms. Brendan" Donna replied, picking up the shoes she just stepped out of, and putting them on again.
"You look so much sexier in heels," Ms. Brendan looked appraising at the naked women in heels in front of her.
"We will add some more rules as we go, but these are the basics."
"As for the schedule of this weekend. Well, today it is Friday, and we first have a romantic dinner at this hotel, after which we will go to a club, I hope you brought something sexy as I asked you to do."
"I have ...Ms. Brendan," Donna added, as she remembered the rules.
"Good, tomorrow is shopping day. I will show you what clothing you should wear from now on. You have a new body, and with it should come new clothing."
Donna shrugged, "New clothing, what more perverse outfits will she force upon me?"
"That should take us through the whole day. We'll have a nice little dinner again, followed by a movie, and a special night club. Sunday is our relax day, we will mostly be inside and enjoy each other's company. At night we drive back to our town, where you will spend the night at my mansion. Monday morning you will start the new exercise regime, and Monday afternoon you are back at your home."
"Okay, you are forgetting a few rules already, my dear." Ms. Brendan looked at Donna.
Donna put up a smile and replied, "I'm sorry, Ms. Brendan. It is all so new to me..."
"I bet it is, but there is another rule you're missing, what about a...kiss?"
Donna remembered, stepped up to Ms. Brendan and kissed her passionately. In the two months of kissing, as well as the whole ride up to the hotel, she had become quite good at it. She really could put passion in it, especially if she imagined it was Robert she was kissing.
The kiss lasted a long time, as Ms. Brendan used it to caress Donna's body all over, feeling her breasts, teasing her nipples, grabbing her ass, touching her asshole, her vagina, the lips...
"I am getting hot again!" Donna noticed, "What is happening to me, why am I so easily excited?"
The kiss continued, and Ms. Brendan forced Donna backwards towards the bed. They both fell on the bed, with Ms. Brendan on top.
"Now we are going to make love," Ms. Brendan whispered. "And I will guide you..."
And so she did. After some heavy kissing, Ms. Brendan licked and sucked on the hard nipples of Donna. Meanwhile, her right hand was feeling up Donna's pussy, mimicking Donna's show in the car, making her squirm from pleasure.
"Now it is your turn, Cutty." Ms. Brendan said, when Donna was on the verge of an orgasm once again.
"What..?" Donna opened her eyes, already lost in lust. Ms. Brendan took of her blouse exposing her breasts with bra.
"Take of the bra, Cutty," she just said. Donna complied, and soon the breasts of Ms. Brendan were freed. "And now lick them," Ms. Brendan pushed Donna's head gently towards her right breast. Donna opened her mouth and sucked on the nipple. "That's good Cutty, now the other," and Ms. Brendan moved Donna's head to her other breast. She took Donna's left hand and guided it to her wet right nipple. "Fondle this one, like you would want me to fondle yours." she instructed, and so Donna did.
"With your free hand explore my ass" Ms. Brendan whispered into Donna's ear. Slowly Donna got into it, as she licked and caressed the body of Ms. Brendan. When she needed no more explicit guiding, Ms. Brendan started to kiss and lick back, caressing the naked Donna. Soon, both of them heated up, and Donna undressed Ms. Brendan, while being kissed and licked all over. Donna started to moan out loud when Ms. Brendan slowly licked her way down towards her vagina. Teasingly slow. Donna went wild and grabbed and groped Ms. Brendan, in an effort to speed her up. But Ms. Brendan just smiled and tickled her at her belly button with the tip of her tongue.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, please..." Donna squirmed, as Ms. Brendan finally went down. The first direct lick on her clit send wonderful feelings through her body "YEAH, YEAH" Donna bucked her hips, as she became aroused as she felt she never had been before.
Ms. Brendan expertly licked the pussy lips of Donna, making sopping noises as Donna felt her fluids flow freely.
"AAAAH!!" Donna came hard, and she grabbed Ms. Brendan's head forcefully and rubbed it up and down her wet pussy. Ms. Brendan replied with firmly grabbing her ass, even sticking a finger in Donna's asshole, and licking and even biting Donna's lips and clit.
Donna felt back on the bed and heaved heavily. "Oh my, Oh my!! that was nice, that was fucking unbelievable nice!!" she shouted out loud.
Ms. Brendan laid herself upon her, and looked Donna in the eye. Her face was all shiny from Donna's love juices. She kissed Donna, making her taste her own juices.
"Lick my face, Cutty," she instructed the heated Donna, who did. She kissed and licked all over Ms. Brendan's face, still in the wonderful aftermath of her intense orgasm.
Then she was guided down again to the breasts of Ms. Brendan. "Use your hands too Cutty," Ms. Brendan said as she fondled the back of Donna's head, and with her free hand felt up Donna's breasts.
Donna woke out of her dreamlike state to find herself licking Ms. Brendan's breast obscenely, while her hands groped her body, and especially Ms. Brendan's ass.
"Do as I did to you, Cutty," she whispered, as she gently pushed Donna down with her two hands on her shoulder.
"No, you don't tease, Cutty," she said as Donna tried to move up again, just like Ms. Brendan had done with her, "You always go directly to the hot spot." And so Donna did. She kissed the outer lips of the shaven vagina of Ms. Brendan, then licked the inner lips, and went up to her clit. Ms. Brendan grabbed Donna's head, and rubbed it slowly up and down, forcing Donna to lick her entire slit up and down.
"More tongue, dig deeper."
"Circles, Cutty, make circles as I did."
"That's good, keep this motion."
And so the instructions followed, as the two naked ladies satisfied each other. When Ms. Brendan finally came she bucked roughly and held Donna's head tight. "Yes Cutty, Yes Cutty!"
She screamed "OHOHOOOH!!" for the longest time, and fell limp the immediately after this.
Donna didn't know what to do next, so just gently licked the wet lips in front of her.
Ms. Brendan enjoyed her orgasm with her eyes closed, still holding both her hands on Donna's head, so she actually couldn't do anything else but lick her vagina.
"You are good, Cutty," Ms. Brendan complimented Donna, as he woke up from her trance. "Need to learn a little more, so you can do this without guidance..." she sat up and lifted Donna up to. "But it was good, very good. How was it for you?"
"It was... nice," Donna replied, suddenly aware that she just had her first real sexual intercourse with a woman.
"Hahaha, from the way you came, it was excellent!" Ms. Brendan cracked and flipped of the bed. "And this is just the beginning, my dear. You have so many new beautiful experiences awaiting you this weekend." She lifted Donna's face and looked it over.
"My cum is nicely spread over your face." She remarked, "Now take a finger and wipe some off." She said, "I want you to taste my cum when you are not in ecstasy."
"No..." Donna started to say, repulsed by the thought of tasting her cum, though ten minutes ago she had swallowed gallons of it. She was now too much aware of what she was doing, and wanted some control back.
SMACK. A hard hand hit her face dazzling her.
"You are forgetting the rules now, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said. "You have to follow all instructions."
The look on Ms. Brendan's face was impartial, expecting no disobedience.
"Trust me, Cutty, this is good for your education into enjoying sex. You have been a boring housewife for too long. As with everything also sex comes with some disadvantages, although some people really love drinking my cum, or any cum for that matter."
Donna, shocked by the blow, wiped a finger across her wet face, and placed it in her mouth. "Salty," she thought as she tasted it consciously. "And slimy." She put up a dirty face.
SMACK. Another blow left her dazzling again.
"No faces, Cutty, always the happy smile, remember?" she reminded Donna of the first rule. "Maybe we should write down the rules for you, I thought you were capable of remembering them, but obviously you're not."
Donna, close to crying from the pain and humiliation, sniffed and put up a smile.
"Good, now repeat the cum eating, and tell me how nice my cum tastes."
Donna wiped up another finger of cum from her face and with a forced smile sucked it into her mouth.
She saw the strict expecting face of Ms. Brendan, so she started to up her act.
"Mmmh, delicious!" Donna said, as she popped out her wet finger.
"A little over done, but it is better." Approved Ms. Brendan, smiling again.
"Okay, now look how time is flying by," Ms Brendan said as she looked at her watch next to the bed. "We must hurry for dinner." She got up, and pulled Donna up next.
"Off you go, to the showers." She smacked Donna hard on her bare butt. Donna jumped and automatically walked to the showers, rubbing her ass. Followed by playful laughter from Ms. Brendan.
-
The dinner was at a very expensive restaurant, named "La Burro", at the hotel. Ms. Brendan had reserved a special romantic table in the back of the restaurant, and upon entering they immediately got a glass of wine on the house. It was obvious to Donna that Ms. Brendan was a 'regular'.
Donna was sitting, pondering on the events of the day, while going over the menu card. She wore the black night dress she had packed, as well as the black high heeled shoes she had bought especially for the dress. Yet she had worn them only one time, as she and Robert rarely went out anymore. The jewelry she wore was Ms. Brendan's however, as she had not approved of the ones she had brought along. And she had to admit Ms. Brendan's jewelry suited her outfit better; long stylish silver earrings, with matching necklace and bracelets. The silver went very well with the belt she was wearing, which had a silver colored lock.
She wore skin color stockings, but, as per specific instructions of Ms. Brendan, no underwear. Due to the thin fabric her evening dress was made of, she was feeling quite naked.
"I am sure when I walked passed that lamp over there, everybody could have seen my naked figure., Donna thought, as she looked at the path they walked to get to the table. She felt her bare freshly shaven vulva, or pussy as she was instructed to call it, as if it was directly on the chair.
The showering and dressing for dinner had been more a dress up game, as Donna recalled. Not only was she not allowed to close the bathroom door, but Ms. Brendan at a certain moment took her time in pointing out area's that needed to be cleaned specifically, like her ass and her pussy, and she also closely watched and commented on Donna's shaving around her own vagina.
"And she had brought even high heeled slippers!" Donna reminisced. "And then she insisted on drying me, rubbing me all over once again. Making me feel hot and vulnerable at the same time." Donna began to understand that this weekend would really be one of all sort of strange games. Sex games that is.
The dressing was a small private fashion show with Donna showing the various dresses she brought. Ms. Brendan decided on her current outfit after having her take various poses, some Donna found outright disgusting, but after several smacks she had done them.
"That's new too," Donna recalled "She now smacks me whenever I do not comply. And hard." She looked at Ms. Brendan, "Wonder how far she would go if I do not give in."
But she had, and here she was, totally dressed up as Ms. Brendan wanted her, from clothing, to jewelry, up to her make up.
"When you drink from a glass you have to watch for the mark you'll be leaving, now you are wearing this thick layered lipstick." Ms. Brendan brought her back to attention. "You see, after a few sips your glass is already a mess." Donna looked at her glass and noticed the smeared lipstick.
"What you must do is force a heavy in print at the first sip, and then carefully use the same spot to finish the glass. That way you leave a nice sexy mark, not such a silly streak. Try it." Ms. Brendan offered her a new glass "First put on new lipstick" she added.
Donna did as instructed, and made a nice big mark on the glass, which she then reused carefully on the next sips.
"There you see, now remember this, will you, Cutty?"
"Yes, Ms. Brendan" Donna replied with a forced smile. She was not entirely sure this was proper etiquette, she found it more rather inappropriate, to leave such a dirty mark on a glass.
The dinner itself went actually quite normal, to Donna's surprise. They chatted a lot, or better, Ms. Brendan asked a lot about Donna's personal life, and Donna found herself answering more and more truthfully, and in detail. She blamed it on the wine, she just couldn't stop herself. She noticed certain questions were checks if what she had written in her diary was correct.
"That's not exactly how you wrote it in your diary" Ms. Brendan would say at times, as she answered a question slightly different than she had written in her diary. Donna usually could explain the difference as a 'different point of view'. Or had to admit she wrote not the total truth. Most of the times, however, she was forced to embrace the diary as the truth. All lies she had to live up to, she understood.
As the dinner passed, the chatting became more relaxed, as both had more drinks. They exchanged jokes, or funny situations they encountered, and Donna totally relaxed again.
At the end of the dinner when they were drinking coffee Ms. Brendan popped the question. "How do you feel about being my girlfriend? I mean, with all the demands I have, and the fetish, the sex, we have had now." she looked at Donna "It must be all very strange to you, is it as bad as you thought it would be?"

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Donna smiled at Ms. Brendan, and thought about the answer.
"Well," she started, "I am still nervous about where this is going." She admitted, "And I am not very pleased with the smacking." She took another sip "But I like the way your strict regime has got me back into shape. And the sex of today, I must admit, was great." Ms. Brendan smiled, obviously happy with the answer.
"I do not consider myself to be a real lesbian, of course." Donna said as she saw Ms. Brendan smile.
"Woman do not have to be lesbian, we are bisexual by nature, I believe," Ms. Brendan replied to the last remark. "As for the smacking, I felt I had to smack you, to get you to cross your personal boundaries. You should just let go and trust me more. No matter how difficult it seems to be."
"If it really bothers you, I would suggest you remind yourself you're being blackmailed by me. And next you just act along, as if you have no choice, and pretend to like it. I do not mind you smiling while you don't mean it. I just mind you not smiling."
"That's a good one" Donna replied "I'll remember that one, but still, could you hold back on the smacking?"
Ms. Brendan leaned over close to Donna "Cutty, as I said, I won't smack you if you just follow my instructions to the letter. Now give me a kiss..."
Donna was not sure how she had to interpret this remark, was she testing her to see if she would follow orders, and would she smack her here in public?
Donna leaned over, and gave her a wet kiss, without really hugging.
"There, you see." Ms. Brendan smiled, as she looked deeply into Donna's eyes, "you followed my instructions, and no smacking. Even some enjoyment, I would say" she pointed to the hardened nipples of Donna, showing through the skinny fabric of her evening dress.
Embarrassed Donna leaned back, and tried to put her dress so to cover up her hard nipples. "Must be the stupid alcohol." she thought, as she smiled apologetic to Ms. Brendan.
"I don't mind, Cutty, I actually like this honest reaction.., You little slut. Now let's go to the night club." 
They finished their coffee, and left the restaurant to continue their first night out.
-
The nightclub turned out to be a huge disco, were all sorts of people frequented. Donna and Ms. Brendan danced a lot, drank a lot, and checked out the scene. For Donna it felt like she was ten years younger and still single. Hanging out with her girlfriends and checking out the boys. The only thing that annoyed her, but she endured it with a smile of course, was the fondling of her body by Ms. Brendan, which increased as the night passed.
When they finally left the club to go back to the hotel, Donna felt very light headed, and was in an extremely positive mood.
"Oh Ms. Brendan, this was such a good evening!!" she shouted as they approach the waiting limousine.
"And it hasn't finished yet, Cutty." Ms. Brendan said in response, and she grabbed Donna and started to kiss her passionately. Donna, though surprised, returned the kissing, and soon they fell into the limousine as Ms. Brendan was ripping of the dress of Donna. When naked she licked Donna's nipples hard.
"Masturbate yourself, Cutty," she said passionately, and Donna did, she was already very wet, and started to moan. Ms. Brendan just took Donna's head and pushed it between her legs, 
"Fondle yourself and suck me, Cutty," she ordered. Donna started sucking immediately and fondled herself to an immediate climax. 
All the way to their hotel, she licked Ms. Brendan's pussy, and got herself off with her fingers. All under the supervision of Ms. Brendan, who shouted instructions to her both on how to lick her better, harder, or deeper, as well as how to fuck herself with her fingers. The drunk Donna ended the ride with four of her own fingers deep in her pussy, and her other hand pinching her own nipples hard. She was sitting with her feet on the floor of the car, her ass just slightly hovering above the ground (due to the high heels she wore), with her back against the couch, bended back, and her head resting on the couch between Ms. Brendan's thighs who was standing on the couch, sitting on Donna's face. Donna was licking at her dripping pussy, swallowing it all, while she rubbed her own pussy roughly. Her bowed legs spread wide, giving the driver a clear view of her wet cunt.
When they got out, Donna didn't even notice, she was guided into the hotel lobby naked on high heels, with her own dress clumsily wrapped around her, not covered up at all. Ms. Brendan and the driver escorted the naked lady into the lift. She had pulled down Donna's dress, and was fully clothed except for her panties, which she had stuffed into the mouth of the drunk Donna. Donna was still in a blitz, and when instructed in the lift to masturbate again, she complied happily. She didn't even needed to be reminded to lick her fingers clean ever so often. Ms. Brendan and her driver got a free personal sex show from the naked married woman.
Once in the Hotel room the drunk Donna was forced to lick Ms. Brendan to several orgasms, before being allowed to fall asleep. 
"Good Cutty, you have done very well," Ms. Brendan smiled as she stroke the hair of the sleeping Donna, her face covered with Ms. Brendan's cum. "Very well..." and Ms. Brendan allowed herself to fall asleep too.

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Saturday morning
The next morning Donna woke up groggy, not knowing all too well where she was, until it hit her. She sat up straight at once and looked around the room, and at herself. She was covered in dried female cum, her dress laid torn on the ground. She still wore her stockings and heels, but her stocking were completely ruined.
"Ah, you're awake!" A naked Ms. Brendan walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel, "Just in time, you need to shower; we have to get going. I already ordered breakfast."
"My family," Donna said. "I need to call my family, I forgot to do that yesterday!"
"First shower, my dear, don't forget the rules, you followed them so nicely yesterday," Ms. Brendan stood in front of the bewildered housewife. "Alcohol sure lowers your boundaries. You should be more careful and not be drinking so much." She grabbed Donna by her arm, lifted her up, and ushered her into the bathroom.
"Today we will go shopping. New clothes for the new Cutty," she informed Donna. "You shower, shave, and come outside wearing these," She pointed to some white open high heeled shoes. "And nothing else..." and with that made clear Ms. Brendan left to make herself ready.
While Donna was busy, she heard Ms. Brendan make several phone calls, and when she finished and got out of the shower, room service had just brought breakfast.
Donna thought back on last night, and remembered the sex especially, which made her feel awfully guilty towards her husband. Only now did she start to really comprehend that she had had sex with someone else, she had cheated on her husband with a woman.
"That damn alcohol!" Donna cursed, as she put on the pair of high heels, "This whole damn situation. I have got to get out of it, it has gone too far now." She again recalled how she had sex, and vaguely remembered walking naked, with just her stockings and high heels on, into the hotel. "How could they have let me do that? What if management would have stopped us, kicked us out, or called the security officer?" She was angry at the whole situation. She walked out of the bathroom wondering how to stop this predicament, yet determined to stop it anyway, anyhow.
SMACK.
"Don't you forget the rules, Cutty."
SMACK, on the other cheek.
Donna forgot her whole line of thought, and just squirmed and backed up a little.
Ms. Brendan stood in front of her and looked at her impatient, "Don't get me mad now Cutty, where's the happy face?" Thus reminding Donna what was expected of her.
Donna meekly complied. "Sorry Ms. Brendan," she said close to tears, as she curled her lips into a plastic smile.
"That's better, but not yet good enough." Ms. Brendan took her by the arm and guided her to a wall. Within seconds Donna found her wrists tied up to the wall.
SWATT
She screamed out loud, at which moment Ms. Brendan inserted a ball gag, which immediately silenced her.
"Just endure this in silence, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said. "My patience is wearing thin. And you were doing so fine!"
SWATT, another blow with the whip on Donna's ass.
Donna jumped around under the blows, with tears streaming from her eyes, and pain all over.
After several blows Ms. Brendan stopped. "Ready to behave again?" she asked coldly.
Donna cried and nodded her head.
"Good, I'll untie you than, but remember, any more screw up, and I'll beat you till you drop."
Donna felt her painful wrists. Her back was on fire and especially her ass.
"Go bend over this chair," Ms. Brendan said pointing to a wooly chair, as she picked up a tin can.
Donna complied, and she felt Ms. Brendan apply some salve to her back.
"I used a flat whip, and did not hit that hard. So no markings are left, just some red painful stripes which will disappear in an hour or so."
"Will you obey me from now on, Cutty?" she said as she grabbed the still softly crying Donna.
"Yes, yes, I will Ms. Brendan," she replied.
"At least that you remembered," Ms. Brendan said, referring to her use of Ms. Brendan at the end of her sentence.
"The rules," Donna thought frantically. "What were the rules?" And she thought back on yesterday and tried to remember them. At the same time she recalled all of her humiliating sex acts, her lust, her cheating. Guilt set in again, but for now Donna, overwhelmed with fear, opted to follow Ms. Brendan's lead once again.
Ms. Brendan gently rubbed the salve onto Donna's bare bottom, easing the pain Donna felt.
"Okay, I have ordered breakfast. You just sit there at the table, naked as you are."
The casual dressed Ms. Brendan went to sit on the other side of the table.
"I want you to spread your legs, so I can see your pussy," she said. "And move a little away from the table, it is disturbing my view."
The shocked Donna did as she was told, and found herself almost out of reach of the dinner table, with her legs spread.
"Okay, now as you eat your morning vegetables, I want you to masturbate. And I want you to come. If I have the feeling your faking it, I will whip you all over this place. Get going," an obvious still angry Ms. Brendan instructed.
Donna froze for a moment surprised by the request. She slowly returned to the living and brought her right hand down to her pussy.
"If possible, we would like to see some action today," Ms. Brendan said, as she was eating her pancakes as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Donna slowly started to rub her pussy, looking with bright open eyes at Ms. Brendan.
"I don't think you are following my instructions Cutty," Ms. Brendan warned as she picked up her whip.
"This is crazy!" Donna thought. But she couldn't think of an easy way out just yet, so she started rubbing her pussy faster. "Act," she told herself. "I will act, Ms. Brendan doesn't mind as long as it looks real..." She started to act as she rubbed her pussy, and ate the vegetable stick in her hand.
"Good girl," Ms. Brendan said. "Now let me help you and teach you how to do this properly."
"Obviously, you are faking it right now, Cutty." She stood up and walked over to the moaning scared Donna, "And I appreciate that, it shows you are willing to please me." She was now standing close to the spread Donna. "But this pussy is also obviously not wet," the whip touched her vagina, as Ms. Brendan pulled it's left outer lip aside. "And that is not good, now is it? Kind of ruins the performance. Too fake." She looked at Donna who looked scared and fragile. Yet the poor woman continued to fondle her vagina, in a desperate attempt to get it wet, to please her tormentor.
"Put this hand in your mouth," with the whip she brought Donna's hand from her pussy to her mouth. "Yes, take out the celery stick, Cutty."
Donna removed the celery stick and slipped her right hand into her mouth.
"Suck on those fingers, make them nice and wet, spit on them," Ms. Brendan instructed, towering above the helpless Donna. "And this," she touched the hand with the celery stick, "we bring towards that nasty little slit of yours."
"N-No..." Donna tried to stop this perverted scene.
SMACK, a hard whip on her left breast made her almost bite her fingers off.
"Do it!" Ms. Brendan grumbled. "And close those damn eyes shut. Imagine you're being fucked by your dear ol' Robert for all I care. And imagining goes easier with eyes closed."
The celery stick went down to Donna's pussy, and she slowly stuck it inside. Not too deep out of repulsion, and as she was not wet enough.
"Now suck your fingers some more, make some moaning wet noises, and move that stick slowly in and out that pussy. Rub it on your clit a little too."
Donna did as instructed, clearly feeling the burning pain of the whip mark on her left breast. After a minute or two she calmed down and got comfortable with the weird position.
"Now switch, bring this celery stick up to that nasty mouth of yours," Ms. Brendan coached her. "And those wet fingers go down to wet that pussy of yours."
"Okay, and up again, just spit on it now... More,... Yes, and down again, rub that spit into your pussy, on your clit." Ms. Brendan carefully guided and watched all Donna's sexual moves.
"Keep those legs apart, toes down, the top of the shoes may only touch the floor."
Donna's by now wet pussy, was reacting slowly to the assault of her own fingers and the celery. Ms. Brendan teased her every now and then by touching her pussy lips with the whip, or by stroking her breast or her face with it.
"Continue eating your celery stick, the next one is awaiting, remember your diet."
"Lovely, Lovely. A little bit more moaning, and it is almost real."
As Donna put on the disgusting show, her mind wandered to her family. "Oh, how I let them down. What will they think of me now?"
"Do concentrate at the task at hand, Cutty." Ms. Brendan said breaking her line of thought. As if she could read her mind. "Just follow my lead, and increase the speed of your pumping."
"Your pussy is now wet by itself," Ms. Brendan lectured. "The more you will do this exercise, the faster you will get wet down there. It's a simple natural reaction. And I want you wet on command in the future."
Donna felt embarrassed, but she also clearly noticed Ms. Brendan was right. She was now wet down there, and her vaginal juices started to flow freely, coating her already wet fingers.
"Now you can start with the moaning act," Ms. Brendan said as she teased the nose of Donna with the whip. Immediately Donna started to moan.
"Slowly, not too fast, it must be convincing," Ms. Brendan coached her.
After some minutes of moaning and fingering her pussy a new instruction followed.
"Always be inventive, Cutty. The object is to make the audience think you are enjoying yourself, think you're going out of your mind with joy. How you feel in reality is secondary. You may enjoy it, you may not. Yesterday you enjoyed it, today you do not, but to me, I should see no difference. So now start moaning some dirty words, and not just 'hmmmmm', be a slut when you are getting hot, and let the world now it."
Donna understood, and with her eyes closed started slowly to utter words in between her moans.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, that feels good, oh my ..."
"No, no, no; use dirty words, Cutty, dirty words," Ms. Brendan said. "The kind a mother does not want her daughter to hear, especially not from her own mother..."
Donna tried again, painfully reminded of her family again.
"Oooh, fuck me, yeaah, fuck me good!" she had seen some porn movies, and just uttered some of the crap they usually shouted.
"Better, better," Ms. Brendan complimented with a giggle. "But we will have to expand your vocabulary: use words like cunt, slut, slit, clit, horny, etc,"
And Donna did. For the next twenty minutes she learned to use more and more disgusting words, learned to simulate ecstasy. When she got truly exhausted by her act, she found herself fingering her clit and pumping a third half eaten celery stick up her pussy. Spit and cunt juices spread over her thighs, still spread obscenely, with Ms. Brendan and her whip standing close to her. That was when she finally got the approval to come. Or better said, the approval to fake it.
"Damn it!" the totally humiliated Donna thought at that moment. "I am heating myself up, humiliating myself for this bitch!" Then, regaining her senses, "Fuck, just let me act as if I'm coming and get this over with!"
And so she did: "AAAH Fuck I'm coming!!" She started to buck like she really was having a tremendous orgasm. " OH-oh oh, yeah, I feel it , I feel it!! Here it comes, Oh fuck here it comes!!"
When she was finally ready with her act, she breathed heavily from the exercise, "God, I hope this perverted bitch is happy now" she thought. "I never ever acted this outrages."
Clap-clap clap. A dry clapping could be heard in the room. Donna opened her eyes, and saw a sarcastic smiling Ms. Brendan applauding her, with the whip under her arm. "Very good, very good, especially for the first time," Ms. Brendan complimented her.
"Good, I hope I am through now," an exhausted, sweating Donna thought.
"Thank you, Ms. Brendan," she said out loud.
"You are not finished yet. You must clean up now, while you pretend to be in the aftermath of your orgasm."
"Clean up?" Donna thought suprised, and then remembered yesterday's sexual escapade with Ms. Brendan, when she made her lick her cum from her own face. "She wants me to..."
"Lick yourself clean my dear, wipe the juice from your thighs, and suck your fingers dry," Ms. Brendan said, obviously enjoying the predicament Donna found herself in. "And pretend to enjoy it," she added as an additional insult.
Donna just surrendered.
"Ah, what the fuck," she reasoned angrily. "Let the bitch enjoy herself, I have done everything she asked up to now anyway. This last insult won't kill me." and Donna put up the last act of her masturbation show.
Ms. Brendan needed only to give a few pointers, and within 5 minutes she ordered Donna to stop.
"You must shower again, Cutty. You're all dirty from your breakfast."
Donna stood up and wobbled to the bathroom again. Her thighs hurt from the long time they had been spread wide.
"Switch shoes before you shower!" Ms. Brendan reminded her from the back.
"Damn, and I still haven't called my family..." Donna recalled, as she switched into the high heeled bath slippers, and proceeded to shower once again...

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Shopping
After a quick shower, Donna dressed hurriedly into short jeans, a t-shirt, and a ridiculous pair of red, high heeled, open shoes, with straps going up her legs ending just below her knee. She had never worn shoes like this before, so she had some difficulty finding out how to fold the straps, but eventually with the help of Ms. Brendan she got it done.
Of course, no underwear; No panties, no bra.
"Off we go," Ms. Brendan said, as she held the room door open. "The driver has been waiting on us for quite some time now."
Donna tiredly walked towards the door. "Here we go," she thought worrisome as she left the safe hotel room.
They walked through the lobby, outside to the waiting car. In the lobby Donna looked at the hotel employees, to see if any of these looked weird at her, indicating they had seen her last night arriving naked.
"Thank God no one looked at me funny," she thought as she got into the car and they drove away.
Ms. Brendan was on the phone again, doing some business, and Donna was left alone with her thoughts, again.
"I have to get out of this situation. Sooner or later someone will find out what is going on." She looked at herself, "And the later that will be, the more humiliating it will be for me and my family.
"But, how?" she wondered, as she looked at Ms. Brendan, busy on her phone. "How to do that without compromising everything? A talk with Robert, telling him all? No, I have been told not to do that. What friend could help me?" She went quickly through her list of close friends. "None of them," she concluded. "None of them even remotely have the experience or power this lady has. I don't even have a lawyer friend to check my legal stance on this blackmail." But now Donna did see a possible solution: "A lawyer, I have to find me a lawyer, an independent one, and go with him/her through my options..."
Ms. Brendan finally hung up the phone and smiled with pity at her.
"She must think she's so powerful," Donna thought. "Just wait till I have my lawyer and get out of this. When I save me and my family from you and you're sick games."
Donna's eyes lit up, "My family, I forgot to call them!"
"Ms Brendan," she immediately asked. "Can I call my family?"
"I only have a business phone here, and I refuse to have it used for personal issues, Cutty," Ms. Brendan answered.
"But I need to call them, they'll be worried sick!"
"The only one worried right now is you," Ms. Brendan said. "Don't forget it is Saturday morning. By now the kids are doing their sport activities, with Robert drinking a beer or two with the other men at the bar, watching over his girls."
"She's right," Donna knew, "But still, I must call them. It will be very awkward already..."
"But I will allow you to call them later, don't worry Cutty. Just behave."
The remark was not lost on Donna. "If I don't 'behave' she will not let me call them."
It felt weird to be so powerless so sudden.
-
They soon arrived at a large shopping mall. They got out and walked in the chilly breeze to the entrance. Ms. Brendan in her usual business clothes, being the perfect executive, Donna dressed as if it was summer already. The difference was striking, especially with them walking together.
"Cutty," Ms. Brendan said, as she guided Donna through the crowd towards a clothing store. "With your new look you have to get new clothes. Else you'll just look ridiculous; just too old fashion."
They entered the large clothing store.
"Luckily not some weird adult store," Donna sighed with relief.
"You've been a housewife for too long, so we need to get you up to par." Ms. Brendan continued, as they walked through the alleys, checking out the clothing.
Somehow Donna did not really expect they would find anything to Ms. Brendan's liking.
Ms. Brendan walked around constantly talking to Donna, expecting her to follow her. She was checking out the clothing, but not being able to really decide on the best outfit.
Finally, in the summer collection section, she got excited. "Here we'll find some nice stuff. This store always has a good summer collection. Last year's was fantastic, really."
While Donna reluctantly checked some blouses, Ms. Brendan went frantically through the whole collection, picking up blouses, t-shirts, skirts, panties, everything. A sales lady came practically running to help her out.
"She needs a new style, you see," Ms. Brendan explained to the sales lady when they approached Donna with a bunch of clothing. "So we just have to try them all, see which fits best."
"Cutty, dear, look!" Ms. Brendan enthusiastically showed her some t-shirts. "Aren't they nice?"
Donna looked at them. "Too young for me," she thought. "And too small."
"Well..." she said with a forced smile, just in time remembering the rules.
"Ah, you're too old fashion!" Ms. Brendan interrupted her, "Just go and start with wearing these for us. We'll tell you if it is ok or not." Ms. Brendan smiled reassuring at her and gave her a short to wear as well as a half cut t-shirt. Next Donna was ushered to the changing rooms.
For the next hour Donna was just showing the clothing to Ms. Brendan and the sales lady. The clothes were not that weird, but most of them more revealing than Donna was used to, and definitely not her taste in color and style. But she really did not have a say in it, she knew. She did refuse some clothing which was just too much, and luckily the sales lady backed her up, but in the end she was still left with a pile of summer clothing, she would herself never dreamed of buying.
"We'll take these," Ms. Brendan rounded up the sale, looking enthusiastic at Donna. "The new look, Cutty. These are just perfect!"
Donna smiled wryly. She had just returned into her 'own' clothing again, the red shoes, the short cut jeans, and looked with suspicion at her new ward robe.
"Well if she wants to see me in those..." she thought. "At home I'll just be wearing my own stuff anyway. And again, it is not as bad as I had feared."
"Off you go, pay at the counter, the lady will bring these to our car."
Donna was dumb fold, "She expects me to pay for these? She must be kidding!"
Yet Ms. Brendan walked up to her and whispered, "Cutty, follow the instructions. You did not expect me to pay for everything this weekend, now did you? I already paid for the hotel, the dinner, the drinks, and will pay for lots more. The least you can do is pay for these new clothes..." The look she gave Donna was clear enough, no discussion.
Reluctantly Donna went to the cash register to pay. In the distance she saw Ms. Brendan look for some more clothing, probably for herself, while the sales lady together with the driver brought everything to the limousine.
-
"1500 dollars!" Donna was still in shock, "She made me pay 1500 dollars for things I do not even really want!" They were now walking through the mall eating donuts Ms. Brendan had bought for them. "And I, stupid cow, paid. Why?" Donna was furious, but mostly furious with herself. She always had been too easily pushed over. And this was just such a case. They did not have the money. How would she explain this to Robert? He had told her to watch out with Ms. Brendan, as she was definitely from another class. A financial class, that is.
"So now we have the casual ware, let's go for the business and night time clothing," Ms. Brendan winked while they passed the food court.
"Those are even more expensive..." Donna dreaded already.
"Happy face, Cutty!" Ms. Brendan reminded the pondering Donna, "And tell me what's on your mind" she snuggled up to the lady in the red high heels. Hugging her friendly.
"It's the money, Ms. Brendan." Donna honestly answered, "It was a bit much."
"Don't you worry about that too much, Cutty. Robert has got the job, so he has some more money to spend. And he should expect some expenses from this trip."
"Yes Ms. Brendan, but this was too much," she tried again, hoping to convince Ms. Brendan.
"Ah well, if money is such a problem, I'll pay for the rest, but we'll have to come to some agreement over it, ok?"
"She speaks so lightly about this," Donna thought. "Money really does not matter to her, and she really can not understand anybody having a problem with spending it at her pace."
"Well, Cutty?"
"Oh, ok, I guess..." Donna said absent minded. "And that Cutty thing starts to annoy me now." she noticed.
"Cutty..." Ms. Brendan warned.
"Ok, Ms. Brendan." Donna quickly corrected, with the mandatory smile.
-
The next store they went had some really expensive clothing, and Donna was glad Ms. Brendan was going to pay for it this time. The store had actually more business clothing than anything else. Donna was surprised they even entered.
"I'll explain later, during lunch, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said, as she smiled seeing Donna's surprised look. She took Donna by the hand and guided her straight to a sales lady in the back of the store. Obviously enjoying the lost feeling Donna showed all too obvious.
"Hello, how may I help you?" a middle-aged lady asked.
Donna felt humiliated by the look of condemnation the lady gave her. "And she's right, you should not enter this store dressed the way I am." She looked at Ms. Brendan, and around in the store "All other clients are dressed normal, are dressed business like. Yet I..."
"We need some business suites." Ms. Brendan meanwhile told the sales lady "She needs some upgrading of her wardrobe. New job."
"Aah..." the sales lady coldly replied, as she looked with disdain at Donna. You could see her thinking of Donna as some low class blonde who did not know etiquette. "Come this way," and she wanted to take them to the sales section.
"No, no," Ms. Brendan stopped her. "We like to see the new collection. Money is not the issue. I pay, not she."
The sales lady's eyes lit up, and she immediately showed much more interest. "The new collection?" she asked barely hiding her greed.
"Yes, Cutty here has a new job which will include lots of presentations, meetings etcetera, so she needs to be picture perfect." Ms. Brendan explained as they walked in the opposite direction away from 'sales', "She can't be doing that wearing this slutty outfit..."
"Indeed..." the older lady acknowledged, as they both gave Donna an arrogant pitiful look.
"Damn! She first has me wearing these clothes and now humiliates me by doing as if I choose them." Donna thought as she put on a shy smile, not knowing where to look, humiliated to the bone.
"And why would I need business suites?" she wondered. "What is this 'new job'?"
But the next hour she was told to just try on several suites, with matching shoes, and not ask too many questions. The sales lady attitude had changed completely once she discovered Ms. Brendan was not joking. She kept on ignoring Donna however, as she quickly understood it was Ms. Brendan calling the shots. Donna was just a dumb blonde being dressed up.
"Actually, I like these clothes," she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror with a smile, while Ms. Brendan and the sales lady discussed how this suite fitted her. Donna paraded herself in front of the mirror. "I have never had much of a career due to my early marriage," she recalled. "But although I have no regrets, you always wonder the 'what if'," she looked at the ladies checking her out. "Although now I'm wondering more the 'why'...".
They finally left the store leaving behind a very happy sales lady. She even waved at them, or better, at Ms. Brendan. In the bags Donna had to carry, were 6 suites of the newest collections, with matching shoes, and even handbags. Donna was afraid to ask why they bought this type of clothing, and even more what the price tag of this collection was.
"Let's have some lunch at the food court," Ms. Brendan interrupted Donna's thoughts.

[hirarandi]

Lunch
Donna found herself sitting in the food court amid loud chattering families, eating a meager salad, while Ms. Brendan had Chinese noodles with chicken. A real meal. She never expected Ms. Brendan to eat in such an 'average' place. After the expensive dinner, the hotel, the life style of her, this was completely against her nature.
"So tell me, how do you like our weekend so far?" Ms. Brendan asked.
Donna looked around and knew she could not speak freely about the sex and all, nor did she want to.
"It is different than I ever experienced," she said politically, poking away at her salad. "Damn I'm hungry!" she thought "At home I would have gotten myself a big ham and cheese sandwich at least!"
"A bit more detailed and more positive, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said. "What did you like?"
"Always this 'positive look' thing," Donna thought hatefully, but went through her experiences the last two days to find something she liked, or could bare.
"The suites, especially the dark blue one with the matching handbag and shoes," she said. She actually really liked that one. "It suits my body, and it is my taste."
"Yes, I like that suite too, although it is the most old fashion one of them all," Ms. Brendan approved. "It goes good with your skin and hair."
"And what else?" she pushed Donna to reveal more of her personal feelings, Donna understood.
"Hmmm, the dinner yesterday was fabulous. I have never eaten that stuff, and it tasted great! The service was good, the wine was delicious..."
"It's a good restaurant," Ms. Brendan agreed. Mischievously smiling at Donna's attempts to avoid the unavoidable.
Donna's mind went on overdrive to find more things she liked. "The rest was just sex," she recalled. She saw Ms. Brendan with her smile on her lips looking at her. "She knows I don't want to say anything about the sex we had, anything positive that is, yet she expects me to do just that."
"The night was just a blur actually," she tried.
"Oh, come on!" Ms. Brendan teased, "You've done great up to know, please don't ruin it now."
"Just pretend," Donna reminded herself. "Just pretend..."
"Oh, okay," she blurted out. "I really enjoyed what we did in the car yesterday."
"There you go," Ms. Brendan approved. "But be a bit more specific. I need to know a bit more about what we did and your feelings, emotions, about what we did. Then I can make the experience even better."
"I'm in a food court, and she expects me to reveal my sexual desires out loud!"
"Well, obviously I liked the..." she changed her voice to a murmur; "licking."
"Actually true," she thought. "But still if I had a choice, I'd prefer Robert's tongue." It was a small act of defiance just to think that.
"Hmmm, continue," Ms. Brendan encouraged as she took a bite, and waved her right hand in circles to get her going, not really looking at her, busy as she was with the big bite from the chicken leg.
"The caressing was good too, but..." her mind was racing to find something more to say without getting herself into trouble. She knew what she said now would be used against her later.
"...but the licking was the best, really."
Ms. Brendan made some pointing signals, still smiling, to indicate her next question.
"I liked you 'm-m-m' me." Donna replied at the unspoken question.
"Now me 'm-m-m' you I disliked, I hate to even think about it." Donna thought.
Ms. Brendan finished her bite. "You have got to learn to be more open and honest about sex, Cutty," she stated, getting annoyed. "You are way too shy."
"Alright, Ms. Brendan," Donna gave in. "Yesterday and this morning we've had sex and I climaxed several times. I won't deny that. I never had sex with a woman before. It was way different than I expected. To caress a female body, to kiss a women, to climax together. It was frustratingly good. But Is still like sex with a man! I still long for my husband's penis!"
"Let's leave that subject for now..." Ms. Brendan cut in, grinning, as she had achieved her goal. Several families around them looked up, as the outburst of the challenged Donna had been pretty loud.
Donna turned beet red as she looked around at the staring faces, and quickly hid her face and wished to disappear completely. "Oh, my... Did I just say that out loud?"
"Yes, you did, you shameless woman!" Ms. Brendan said out loud, as she shook her head in mock disgust. "Please keep your voice down the next time."
The crowd whispered their agreement, and words like "Shameless" and "Disgrace" flew through the air.
Donna felt both shame and anger, and wanted to run away. She now understood why Ms. Brendan was having lunch in the open. She wanted her to embarrass herself in public. And what she said so completely fitted the outfit... Even she had to admit it was difficult to believe she was not like the slut she looked and acted. "That bitch!" she thought.
"Let me explain what we'll do with the suites." Ms. Brendan changed subject. "You told me you would do something for me, agree to an arrangement, as I pay for your new wardrobe."
"Hmm, yes.., Ms. Brendan" Donna suspiciously agreed. "Well actually you blackmailed me into all this," she thought.
"So this is what I expect you to do for me: you'll start working for me..." Ms. Brendan let that statement sink in.
Donna sat up straight and then frowned at Ms. Brendan.
"Work? For you, Ms. Brendan?" she asked, a bit surprised.
"Yes, Cutty," Ms. Brendan smiled. "I know you've studied, though never finished as you met Robert and got pregnant. I also know you were much more ambitious before that, and even a smart student. Though the study 'Marketing' is not really a very difficult one. It's more arty, right?"
"Well, yes...Ms. Brendan." Again Donna was surprised by the background knowledge of Ms. Brendan.
"Anyway, here's what I see happening in the future. You'll work for me. I'll start you off slowly, do some charity work etcetera, and then we move you into the real world of business. I need some management assistants and you'll do just fine. It'll be a tough job, but the salary will be great, and you'll meet lots of interesting people. Different than you're boring group of housewives..."
"But Ms. Brendan, my family..." Donna interrupted. "I've made an agreement with Robert that I would be taking care of the kids, we both found it necessary to raise them ourselves. I can not possible go back on that promise..." Her mind was reeling, she felt a vibe she had not felt in a long time.
"You promised you would agree to an arrangement, well this is it. And don't tell me you don't find it exciting. Just think about working, doing something more with your life. The kids are grown up already, they don't need you that much anymore. Time to make something of your life."
Donna actually loved the idea of her working for once. It would be a dream come true, although she never really missed it. The family life had suited her good too.
"But they won't agree with me working, Ms. Brendan," she said, actually hoping Ms. Brendan would have a solution for this problem too.
"You mean Robert won't agree." Ms. Brendan analyzed. "Your daughters will be proud of you, and support and understand you. Especially if you tell them their allowance will go up, again. With 15 and 17 both are more interested in boys, girlfriends, shopping, than staying home and being pampered by mommy."
"Robert is the one that will complain, and you just leave him to me. He won't dare to disagree with me on this, especially not if I 'ask' his permission. I know how to manipulate people, Cutty, you should know that by now."
Donna was excited. She would work, for the first time a real job! And she knew Ms. Brendan could pull it off. The remainder of the lunch Donna and Ms. Brendan discussed her work in more detail, what she was expected to do, where to go, and she was explained in more detail how they would convince her family. When they finally stood up to continue the shopping spree Donna was smiling from ear to ear. She loved the idea of working so much, they would earn more money, she would meet more interesting people, Donna just couldn't wait!
"How about a kiss now?" a smiling Ms. Brendan said as they stood in the center of the food court.
The excited Donna didn't wait a minute. She placed her tray back on the table and kissed Ms. Brendan passionately, right there for all to see.
"I love you Ms. Brendan," she said seductively when she finished with the kiss. And for the first time she almost meant it too. "This relationship is working out much, much better than I expected!" she thought as she saw Ms. Brendan's smiling face, obviously approving her kiss. Donna just forgot her own obstructions against the lesbian relationship, forgot the open area she was in, and was deaf to the insults from the families around them. Having a chance for such a good future made all what happened lately just a mere bad memory.
"Very good, Cutty. Very good." Ms. Brendan approved. She turned and walked away.
Just than Donna saw the families looking at her and Ms. Brendan. "Ooops!" Donna thought, but still didn't really mind that much. She had been kissing Ms. Brendan on a daily basis like this, so for her it was all just business as usual. But most of all she was too excited with her new future to really be bothered with the stares of some hypocrite families. Yet she did blush and quickly followed Ms. Brendan away from the crowd.

[hirarandi]

Afternoon
They first went to a luxurious shop where Donna would get her evening dresses.
"I will let you pick some dresses, don't worry about the price, just make sure they are sensual. They must show a lot of your lovely long legs, your breast, and your body." Ms. Brendan instructed Donna.
Donna was now eager to follow up on these orders. The excitement still in her body, she went through the collections, picking out the ones she felt would best fit her.
"This one with the split will go so nice with some black high heeled strap-shoes." Donna looked at the sexy black long dress. "Ms, Brendan will like it, and maybe Robert too."
She chuckled at the fact she actually wanted to please Ms. Brendan before her Robert. "What a difference a job makes!" she smiled to herself.
Within minutes she went back to the waiting Ms. Brendan to show the dresses she had chosen.
"Try them on, Cutty. Let's see what you think turns me on."
The sales lady looked a bit strange at that remark, but Donna was still beyond caring. She just went to the dressing rooms and changed into the first dress.
When she got out wearing the first dress, she paraded in front of Ms. Brendan, smiling happily.
"Do you have any brown or red shoes to go with that dress?" Ms. Brendan asked the sales lady.
"I will check: what is your size?" she asked Donna.
"7," she replied, and the young sales lady was off to look for the right shoes.
"Come here," Ms. Brendan said to Donna. Donna walked over to her, seducing her, and seeing the effect it had on Ms. Brendan.
"She likes what she sees," Donna thought, as she waved her hips sensually, making the long red dress sway from side to side, showing of her long legs. She walked tip toe to make her legs look longer.
She stopped walking when she was very close to Ms. Brendan. Ms. Brendan was just all smiles. "Kiss me, Cutty," she just said, and Donna did happily. The lips met, their tongues battled. Donna pushed her hard nipples into Ms. Brendan's breasts, making her feel her excitement.
"I'm not a lesbian," Donna thought in a daze, "but this whole thing has got me hot for sure!!" Their hands explored each other, feeling each others legs, thighs, back, ass...
"Hmm-mm!" the sales lady had returned and was a bit embarrassed to find her clients kissing passionately, especially as it were two women.
Donna turned and just smiled and said, "Oh, the shoe,." and walked over to the girl and took the shoes from her.
From that moment on Ms. Brendan used every kind of excuse to send the girl away to find some item, at which moment she would
order the willing Donna to kiss her again. The whole dress up became a heated fore play, with a voyeuristic touch as the sales girl every time had to interrupt them while they were kissing, making out. The girl had told other sales ladies too, as
Donna noticed more girls and ladies working in the shop looking their way, especially when the sales girl went away for another shoe, stocking or whatever. Donna didn't mind however. She was in a bliss and as the 'fashion show' continued she got hotter and hotter.
Eventually she was escorted out of the shop by Ms. Brendan. They bought a lot of dresses, Donna didn't even know how many, and other items, such as shoes (all high heeled of course, according to Ms. Brendan's taste), stockings etc., and when they left she could see the whole store staring at them, and she almost could see the gossip filling the air. Yet she didn't mind at all. Not now, not in her blissful moment of old forgotten dreams come true!
Outside of the shop they gave the boxes and bags to the patiently waiting driver.
"Come with me, quick." Ms. Brendan childishly pulled her away, leaving the driver to take care of the bought items.
Donna followed as she was hurriedly pulled, almost not able to keep up on her high heels.
Ms. Brendan guided her into the public bathrooms, into a toilet and closed the door.
"Kiss me!" she said breathing heavily, and Donna, also out of breath, did.
She kissed Ms. Brendan passionately, first only on her mouth, but she was soon guided to kiss all over the face of Ms. Brendan. Next, she was gently pushed down, and she kissed the breasts. Freeing them with her hands, so her tongue could play around the nipples of Ms. Brendan. They stood fully erect already, and when she kissed and caressed them Ms. Brendan started to breath loudly.
"Oh yeah, Cutty, lick them, lick them..." Ms. Brendan sighed, as she leaned back against the toilet door. The space was small, so Donna had to spread her legs just to be able to bend over to lick Ms. Brendan's breast. This caused her short jeans skirt to become rather uncomfortable, so when Ms. Brendan ordered her to pull it down, she eagerly did so.
"Now finger yourself again... slut," Ms. Brendan whispered as she smiled and looked into the eyes of the lovely Donna looking up at her, licking her breasts.
"Wow, she got me doing this in the public toilets!" Donna surprised herself as she did as she was told. "Ah fuck it! I want to enjoy the moment," and she just concentrated on having sex, not bothering with the time and place.
Ms. Brendan meanwhile pulled her head lower, causing Donna to sit with her bare ass on the toilet. Donna opened the blouse of Ms. Brendan fully, and kissed all the way down from her breast, to her belly, shortly paying attention to Ms. Brendan's most adorable belly button, and smiling she arrived at the area between Ms. Brendan's legs. Ms. Brendan had unbuckled her belt already and had pulled down her skirt and panties. Donna licked down to her pussy lips, and noticed they were already dripping from heat.
"Good, Cutty, good slut, make me come, fast!" Ms. Brendan said out loud. A stumble outside let Donna knew somebody or maybe even more women were outside listening in. She just concentrated on licking Ms. Brendan and fingering herself.
"I need to come fast," was all that was on Donna's mind. "Fast...Fast..." She worked furiously with her fingers on her own wet twat, as she felt Ms. Brendan nearing her orgasm.
"Oh yeah slut, lick me, lick my clit, drink my cum!" Ms. Brendan said in ecstasy, as she came. She held Donna's head tight and smeared her juices around on her face. Donna could barely breath as she felt her face being coated with the cum of Ms. Brendan, and she work frantically with her fingers on her own pussy. "Oh, yes!" she thought "Almost there, almost..."
She was abruptly pulled up. Opening her eyes, sticky with slimy cum, she saw Ms. Brendan smile at her.
"We best be going before the security officer or local guards get here," she said lightly, as if nothing had happened. She pulled up her panties and skirt, buckled her belt fast, and turned and unlocked the door.
Donna quickly stood up and pulled up her jeans too, suddenly afraid of the reality of being caught. Ms. Brendan didn't wait for her to be ready and just opened the door. Two teenagers and an older lady curiously looked at them.
"Well, hello there," Ms. Brendan said to them, as she walked towards the sink and proceeded to wash her hands and tidy up a bit. Donna meanwhile struggled nervously with the jeans, her face turning a dark red as she noticed the eyes on her.
"Whenever you're ready, slut." Ms. Brendan said as she was finished. She turned to face Donna and leaned against the sink, her arms folded, a look of triumph on her face.
Donna just finished buttoning up the jeans, pulled down her t-shirt, and walked outside towards the sink.
"My face," she thought embarrassed to the bone, "they'll see the slime on my face!" She felt dirty.
The three women just looked on at the scene unfolding in front of their eyes. A middle-aged woman walking out of a toilet leaving behind some sort of whore, who had her skirt down, had no panties, was wearing red high heels, with her t-shirt showing of her hardened nipples. Actually, one nipple was peeking out before the whore rearranged it, and her face and hair were covered with shimmering slime.
The two young girls started to smile and whisper as they understood what was going on. The older ladies just couldn't believe it yet.
"No, we just go immediately," Ms. Brendan pulled Donna away towards the door, before she reached the sink. "Bye ladies, hope you enjoyed the view of this slut!" Ms. Brendan said in a happy voice to the ladies in the rest room.
Donna was hurdled into the hallway, through the crowd. Her face red of embarrassment, and wet with female cum.
"We go to the car, we are finished here, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said, and this relaxed Donna. She quickly followed Ms. Brendan, "anything to get out of here!"
-
In the car Ms. Brendan looked at her smiling, or actually, laughing at Donna's situation.
"You are a real slut. Or better, a whore. Just the promise of a nice job, made you hot and eager to please me." Ms. Brendan said as the car drove off.
Donna was just recuperating from the horrible scene. She breathed heavily as she had practically ran towards the limousine, with only her high heels keeping her pace down.
"Pull off your jeans," Ms. Brendan instructed.
Donna, tired, just did it. "At least I'm safe in the limousine," she thought.
"Good, and now start masturbating yourself. You didn't come in the toilets now did you?"
"No, Ms. Brendan," Donna said frustrated.
"I won't allow you to come now either, but I want you hot again." Ms. Brendan said, as she watched Donna taking of her jeans, and fingering herself. Donna was still wet, though in her mind she was dry as hell.
"Do as I taught you this morning," Ms. Brendan said, and Donna reluctantly took her masturbating fingers towards her mouth to wet them some more. She tasted her own juices.
"Explain me why you did what you did, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said after a few minutes of Donna masturbating and cooling down.
"I- I was excited..." Donna said. "Ms. Brendan," she added quickly.
"And you always start licking women and fingering yourself in toilets when you're excited?"
"No, Ms. Brendan, it was because..." She thought back, "because you wanted me to.."
"So, you'll always do what I tell you to do?" Ms. Brendan continued. "Or you just follow orders of anybody whose there when you're hot?"
"No..." Donna's mind was quite confused. "Why did I do those acts actually?" she thought.
"... Ms. Brendan, it was just the excitement, the shopping, the ..."
"So, you did it because you were being pampered?" Ms. Brendan informed.
"Yes, I... think so, Ms. Brendan," Donna said. Her fingers had hit the right spot, and she felt herself getting hot again. "Damn, I have to fight this, she turns me into some sort of nympho!" Donna thought. Suddenly she realized; "She has manipulated me into this, manipulated me into humiliating myself, degrading myself. With her lies..."
"For the record, my little slut, the job offer is real." Ms. Brendan said.
"As if she can read my mind, am I so shallow?" Donna thought.
"As was you're slutty behavior. Let's not forget that." Ms. Brendan looked Donna in the eye, "Out of your own needs you licked me to a wonderful orgasm, while fingering yourself. The fact that you did not come was only due to your lack of experience with masturbating. You will change that by frequently masturbating when with me."
Donna thought about it. "She is right, but I don't want to become a slut, it is she who manipulates me into these situations, like yesterday, this morning, and now also in the toilets!"
"Stop masturbating, you're wet enough right now, and we're almost there."
"Where is she taking me now?" Donna wondered, as she peeked through the window. The limousine was just driving up a parking lot. A large sign said 'Adult shop' in bright red letters.
"Figures..." Donna thought as she licked and sucked her fingers clean.

[hirarandi]

Sex Education
"Come on," Ms. Brendan said as she practically jumped out of the car. "This going to be fun!"
"Fun for who?" Donna thought, as she got out a little bit slower.
"Ever been in a sex shop?" Ms. Brendan asked as if she brought a child to a amusement park for the first time. "You'll like it!"
"I'm not so sure about that," Donna thought as she looked worrisome at her own clothing.
"I've seen a few already, Ms. Brendan" she said. "How can she let me in such a place dressed like this? It's not me..."
"Really?" Ms. Brendan smiled with disbelief, "And, did you buy anything?"
"Well..." Donna replied. "I don't need the things they sell, Ms. Brendan". She wanted to make sure Ms. Brendan understood she was not at all interested in a sex shop, let alone buy items.
"Relax, Cutty," Ms. Brendan put her right arm around Donna's left arm and squeezed her hand. "I just want you to see the stuff they sell, broaden your horizon once again."
That did not really calm Donna down. She entered the shop nervously, not knowing what to expect.
It was true she had seen shops like these before, especially when preparing bachelors parties, but that was just for fun. Now she felt she really entered it for sex, especially dressed in her slut outfit, with her pussy still wet from her forced masturbation.
The shop itself was rather big. When they entered Donna was quit surprised by its size, her previous trips had been to much smaller shops.
"This is one big outlet, indeed." Ms. Brendan smiled wickedly at Donna's surprised face.
"They have almost everything here." Ms. Brendan started to walk through the racks filled with adult dvds, toys, clothing etcetera. "This is the dvd section, divided into American, European and Asian. I personally prefer the European right now, if you stay away from the gory German tapes."
Donna looked at all the dvds lined up. On the ceiling she saw cages filled with plastic fuck dolls, and models dressed in sexy lingerie, leather etc. The whole hall, which it actually was, was darkly lid with lights, and some soft music was playing. On the walls big pictures of woman and man in all sorts of positions, and everywhere promo material for movies, sex toys, web sites etc., lightened by small powerful spotlights. It all made for a very descent environment to do some private shopping. For that matter; Donna did not see any other customers.
"Ever seen a porn movie?" Ms. Brendan asked.
"No, not really..." Donna recalled. "Once I started to look at one with some girlfriends, but it was just not what we found interesting."
"...Ms. Brendan," she added.
"Well, or you all were just too shy, hiding your sexual desires, as most young women are taught to."
"No, I found it disgusting," Donna thought, but wisely kept her mouth shut.
It had been one of those days she and her teenage friends had nothing to do. Her friend Brenda's brother had one tape stashed, and Brenda knew where. They all looked at it, but it was just a disillusion in manhood for the girls. They really couldn't understand what men found exciting at seeing them fucking in clear detail. It was the time in their lives when they were dreaming of prince charming, and love forever, not to have a dick stuck up in their asses and cum all over their face.
"Not convinced, 'ey?" Ms. Brendan saw. "Well we'll see a few in the coming weeks, maybe I'll change your mind." They walked through the long row of dvds. Just by passing by Donna got the same feeling as when she saw her first porn movie. "How could a man possible like these filthy movies?"
They stopped at a counter in the middle of the hall, where a middle aged man looked them over.
"To your left is the sex toy section, to your right the fetish and other kinks," Ms. Brendan said to Donna.
"Well hello there, Ms. Brendan," the man behind the counter said. "Good to see you again, I'm glad you still know my place."
"Just lookin' around," Ms. Brendan said. "Showing this girl what's in store." Ms. Brendan winked at the man who started to chuckle.
"Come on, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said pulling the shy Donna away.
"Whenever you need some explanation you just call me Ms. Brendan, I'll be happy to show you and the sexy lady how it all works."
"He likes you," Ms. Brendan said teasingly to Donna.
"Who cares?" Donna thought. She really didn't feel at home, and that creep just added to her discomfort. Repulsed she followed Ms. Brendan, who had decided to walk to the sex toys department.
"Dvds we don't have to see. Those we will look up at home: I've got broadband internet so I download everything in an instant." She said to Donna as she clicked her fingers.
"...But toys, that's a different story. Once you're addicted to using toys during sex, you almost can't do without them!" She looked at Donna with a malicious grin.
"Here comes the inevitable question" Donna thought as they walked through racks and displays filled with Dildo's and other stuff.
"Let me guess: you never ever used a dildo, nor any sex toy for that matter."
"No, Ms. Brendan," Donna said.
"Probably not even a ribbed condom. You really need to be educated."
And Ms. Brendan really took to that part. The next hour she explained Donna in a rather childish way what every different toy she pointed at was used for. She even questioned Donna after each toy to see if she had paid attention. Donna, although not interested, inevitably learned all disgusting things people did with various toys. From the simple dildo stick, to the more advanced vibrating models, to the even pulsating, rotating, double dildo's. They went on to discuss the sybian, venus vibrators, butt plugs, beads etc. All was explained in detail how it worked, how it achieved pleasure, and Donna was forced to listen, and sometimes even repeat.
Donna was actually amazed at the variety in toys, and how they vary in their sexual stimulation. She learned about extenders, penis pumps to enlarge the dick of a man, vibro balls, the different gels. In the past Donna only glanced quickly at them, usually let the others kid around with the toys, but now, after the lessons, she began to feel more like an expert.
"We'll take this book for you to read and learn more." Ms. Brendan said as she picked up a 'Sex toys for Dummies' kind of book. Donna looked through it and saw it was indeed explanatory, and very explicit. In all she was not aroused, but she was intrigued at the new sex world she got to know. "Maybe you can even use it to educate your children later." Ms. Brendan suggested as they left the section.
Donna did not like that remark. She wanted her children to know about sex, but going beyond the basics was not her idea. "She should stay away from my family, especially my children, they will learn about love."
"Just because I like the way you say it, Cutty, how do you use a butt plug again?" Ms. Brendan asked the dreaming Donna.
Donna sighed. "First you use the KY-gel both on your asshole, and on the plug itself. Then you bend over as far as you can, and gently push and turn the plug up your ass, until the rim of your asshole shuts around the plug, leaving the handle outside so you can always remove it, Ms. Brendan."
A laugh stirred Donna. They were walking passed the counter as she had rephrased her lesson. Donna didn't look up, but turned beat red in one second.
"And that's the hard part!" Ms. Brendan laughed, "Oh Cutty, it is so nice to hear you tell this in your inexperienced way. It totally turns me on!"
"Oh no," Donna worried. "I hope she is not going to get freaky with me right here. What will that man think of me?" She hurried away from the counter, into the fetish section.
"This place usually gets busy after 6," Ms. Brendan explained as she saw Donna looking around for other people when they arrived in the empty section. "People that come in during the day usually are pro's." She gave Donna a teasing elbow at that remark.
Donna politely smiled back. She was still embarrassed from the scene at the counter. She looked around and found they were standing in the middle of racks filled with bondage gear, latex suites, leather suites, whips, etc.
"Here there is so much I have to show you, but we have so little time." Ms. Brendan said. "I'll just run you through the basics. When you're ready we'll come back and really dive into this beautiful world of extreme sex."
Donna looked at Ms. Brendan, dressed in her normal business suite. "You would never imagine from first sight she would be as perverted as she is," Donna thought. "She wants to push me into this type of perverted sex, but I won't let her. We'll see who's the strongest..."
Ms Brendan ignored the slightly provoking face Donna gave her, and just started to explain the various objects in the racks. They covered the light bonding, "It helps to get those annoying hands out of the way..." To the clothing, "Most of the suites accentuate the female body in a sexual type of way ..." And finally even up to light torture, "No pleasure without pain, Cutty!"
Ms Brendan showed Donna pictures of the various items, using advertisement material or books, to explain to her how they should be used.
"I'm glad she doesn't try all on me." She thought, "I would refuse, but still..."
"Maybe that is why she only shows them to me, she knows I will refuse to have this all used on me." Donna was pretty sure that was the reason why Ms. Brendan did not bother to use her body right then and there. It gave her a
Ms Brendan did make sure Donna was paying attention to her as she educated her. She never let Donna's mind drift away for too long. And as she did with the toys, she let her repeat the lessons every now and then.
Finally, they wrapped things up. "We have to go to the hotel, to get ready for dinner," Ms. Brendan informed. "Unfortunately..."
Donna on the other side just couldn't wait to get out of there.
When they passed the counter, the man addressed her. "Excuse me miss," the man said politely.
Donna, feeling something awkward was going to happen replied suspicious, "Yes?"
"A gift from the house," the man said, as he gave her a box wrapped in brown paper.
Donna wanted to refuse it.
"Go on, take it and thank the man," Ms. Brendan whispered in her ear.
Donna took the gift. "Thank you," she said and turned around to walk out of the store. She could hear the man chuckle as they walked to the exit through the dvds section. The box had a loose item in it so it rattled when she shook it. She didn't dare to open it, but had an idea of what was in it...
Dinner
Another luxurious restaurant, and another mixture of feelings. They just finished their soup and were waiting for the next round. Again Ms. Brendan had arranged for them to sit in a discrete corner. Donna had been told to wear one of her new business suits; "It's going to be more like a business meeting." Ms. Brendan had explained, and so she did.
Donna however sat uncomfortable, as she had her free butt plug up her ass. Luckily it was a small one, a 'beginners plug' as Ms. Brendan had said. Ms. Brendan had 'helped' her put it in, though she said she would only help her once.
"I'm getting in way over my head," Donna thought as she drank her second glass of delicious red wine. She needed the drinks to cope with the situation. "How will I get out of this? It is so unreal, here I am, sitting in a business suite, discussing, talking about my future work, and Ms. Brendan's past, and in the mean time I have a butt plug stuck up my ass, just because she ordered me to."
"No, not just because," Donna corrected herself. "Because she is blackmailing me and my family. And I don't see an easy way out."
"So, I found out that being a woman, a good looking woman, in a world otherwise totally occupied by men was an advantage," Ms. Brendan explained. "It is amazing how stupid men get when they meet a mixture of brain and beauty. The only ones you have to watch out for are the gay, and the other scarce females."
Donna focused her interest back to the conversation. It was interesting to hear this powerful women recite her history.
"I surrounded myself with men, powerful men, and from there on the ball started rolling. Being a lesbian helped: I didn't need those men at any time, so I could flirt with them without fear f loosing myself in the game. People underestimate the power of sex in the business."
"Even in her business she is indulging in sex all the time?" Donna wondered.
"But it is the brains that do the dealing, never forget that, Cutty," Ms. Brendan answered her thoughts. "You must always think win win, but with your own win a little bit more. And plan ahead; what will be the next deal? How will this deal result in progress?"
Ms. Brendan went on and on explaining Donna all her thoughts on doing business and explaining how she came to be so influential.
"It's all about differentiating your businesses. Most business men stick to one market. I developed several at the same time. If one went down, I 'capsuled' my companies in that market awaiting better times, and focused on developing the business in the other markets. With the money you make in one, you can survive in the other, while the competition dies off."
Donna was after a while so occupied with Ms. Brendan's stories, she just forgot all about the plug, or her situation in general.
When deserts came, she was full, pretty drunk from all the wine, and did not shift around anymore with her ass. Her plug was pushed deeper, but she didn't feel it/cared anymore.
"To finalize, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said as she scooped her ice cream "I want you to join my real estate company. As a management assistant at first. I want you to learn everything there is in that business, especially in the renovation part. I need to renovate a lot of old buildings, and I want government support for it etcetera. It's a hassle right now to go through all that paper work."
Donna nodded interested. Very interested.
"Your marketing background should help you market my business to those government people. They need to know me, and support me in my projects. That will be your responsibility." Ms. Brendan explained.
"But first, to get you started, I let you work on some charity work I do to protect, restore the monuments of the city, out heritage. It is in the line of the work you will do eventually and will bring you into contact with the right people. After that your career is ready to go!"
"I am excited about it, Ms. Brendan," Donna told Ms. Brendan honestly "You really have great confidence in me." Donna really wanted to know why she was doing this for her.
"Cutty, from the moment I saw you I knew you had potential. I am a woman after all, we sense those things," Ms. Brendan smiled. "I think you will make an excellent employee. If your cooperation in our relationship is just a slight hint of what you are capable of, you will not disappoint me!"
Donna looked smiling at Ms. Brendan. By now she was so excited about her future career she didn't mind the 'relationship' with Ms. Brendan that much anymore. "After all, it is she loving me, and I am just a victim. Next, she's a woman, and she herself has indicated men don't care if their women go strange with other women...
"But weird it is. And I need to set limits to what she does to me. This butt plug thing is already going very far, next..." No, she didn't want to think of what's next.
"Let's have a last tequila shot to go," Ms. Brendan said. "The night is young, and I have something exciting planned for you! To celebrate the new job."
And so Donna, already tipsy, took, as it turned out, a few tequila shots. She was pretty drunk when she was lifted by Ms. Brendan and gently guided out of the restaurant. Donna giggled all the way, feeling happy, too happy.
The strip club
When they exited the car, Donna found herself standing in front of a strip club called "Hungry Girls". She looked around the scenery, wobbling on her legs, while Ms. Brendan got out behind her. The obvious red lights, the brick wall, no windows to see what was going on inside, the three bouncers eying her, the dark street. "Somehow these clubs always end up in a shady part of town," she thought. "And the last time I was in one was for some male stripping show with my girlfriends more than five years ago."
The wind was picking up and it became chilly right away. She embraced herself feeling her nipples harden a bit more. "Fuck, my appearance must be slutty," she thought as she eyed herself.
She was standing in front of a strip club, dressed as a stripper herself. The very short red skirt, the black stockings the black high heeled 6" open shoes, the blouse with the large v-cut in front, the flimsy slutty flowery adornments on the blouse, and the push up bra which left her nipples free, pocking through the thin blouse.
"And above all, I'm drunk again".
Ms. Brendan had changed her in the car on the way over. Donna, drunk, didn't put up much of a resistance. Actually, the tequila had made her horny, happy and dizzy, and she had slipped into the new clothing without any protest. When instructed to masturbate she had not hesitated, and within seconds she had come.
Donna smiled happily when Ms. Brendan laid her arm around her as she was standing in front of the club. She gave Ms. Brendan a kiss on the cheek. "Why did I do that?" she wondered right away. "Must be the damn alcohol, combined with the love making in the car. That's what I find most embarrassing right now, being wet upon entering a strip club." Donna however still smiled and cuddled up to Ms. Brendan for protection against the cold wind, as she was guided into the club.
"Good evening, Ms. Brendan, good to see you again," one of the bouncers greeted them, as he held the door open. "Enjoy the show."
Donna was guided passed the counter through the next door where she found herself in a large room, with 5 - 6 girls dancing on different podia, mirrors everywhere, everything half lit with red lightning. The cough, chairs were all in various shades of red. And the floor was covered with a thick red carpet.
"A typical strip club," Donna thought looking around.
"Let's sit over there," Ms. Brendan said, and they walked towards a rounded couch with a separate small podium in front of it. "That is my favorite place". They sat down and immediately a young girl, half naked, wearing just a short skirt stockings and high heels came by. "What will you girls drink?" she asked smiling a bright smile.
"I'll just have a coke for now, she will have a margarita, the special one," Ms. Brendan said to the girl. "You'll love that drink," she said to Donna.
Donna just smiled. "She wants me drunk again," she thought. "I must drink slowly, this is not the place to get drunk, not dressed like this." She looked around. "Too many thugs," she concluded. She forgot in her state of mind she already was very drunk.
The audience was indeed not really the cream of the top. Some biker-like man had taken over a corner, and were admiring a beautiful young girl with platinum blond hair sensually dancing around her stage wearing some blue lingerie, stockings, and white high heels. She expertly teased them and collected a lot of dollars. "A pro," Donna concluded. The men obviously enjoyed the sight, and where constantly cheering with their beers at every move the girl made. It made the money flow.
Scattered around the place where some creepy men looking up at the other dancing girls, also spending dollars. Donna observed them and felt repulsed to be in the same room as them.
"You'll always have those figures," Ms. Brendan said, as she saw Donna looking at the dirty skinny man sitting close by. Glaring at one of the dancers in front of him, fumbling with dollar bills. "But this is still my favorite strip club in this town. They know me well and have some good features, as you will see."

[hirarandi]

Tonight, I will have you look and admire the skills of these striptease girls. You may even choose the girls you wish to have dancing here in front of us, so look around and see if you like anything." Ms. Brendan laid her hand on her thigh, and kissed her on the cheek. "I want to know your taste for women."
"I don't have any taste for women," Donna thought, yet smiled back at Ms. Brendan and caressed her back. "Thank you, Ms. Brendan," she said, not knowing what else to say. She looked around and suddenly her eyes went big. Ms. Brendan followed her look and saw Donna looking at an older lady walking through the crowd. The lady had straight dark black hair which was cut in a bob. She wore a red short jacket, and her breasts were covered with a red see through bra. Her belly was naked, and from the glittering Donna concluded she probably had a piercing in her belly button. She wore short red jeans, cut very high so her round ass was in clear view. Her long legs had red stockings on, and it all was finished with bright red plateau shoes. Her figure was excellent. While Donna observed her, she expertly teased the crowd, hugged a few well known customers. Had a laugh with them, let them touch her a little bit, but not too much, and then walked on. What struck Donna was that she thought she knew the woman.
"You like that girl?" Ms. Brendan informed with a naughty smile. "Yes...no" Donna replied not being able to take her eyes of the lady.
"Why are you then looking at her?" Ms. Brendan teased on, "You are not getting shy now, Cutty?"
"No Ms. Brendan, it is that I think I know the woman," Donna admitted.
"Oh, that very well could be," Ms. Brendan replied. "She used to live in your neighborhood with her family."
"That's it!" Donna recognized her, "She used to live close to us! Her daughter was a friend of my daughter Julie." Donna looked intently at the woman still walking around. "She changed a lot," Donna said out loud.
"What do you know about her? Tell me," Ms. Brendan asked curious.
"Well," Donna started keeping her eyes fixed on the woman parading through the crowd "She used to have a normal family life, her one daughter was even a friend of Julie, my oldest daughter." The lady was now tongue kissing a probably very well known customer. The man fondled her ass obscenely, and the woman laughed obviously pretending to be enjoying it. "Then at a certain moment it turned out she had an affair with some low life scum-bag. I do not know exactly what was going on. They tried to fix the marriage, but from thereon the family just landed in one problem after the other, usually shameful facts. Her daughter got busted with drugs I recall. I had even told Julie not to see her anymore. The husband left after a while, as more affairs of the woman came to light. She was a real slut as it turned out to be. We all felt sorry for the husband. They continued to live for a short while in the same house, without the father, but eventually moved. After the daughter got expelled from school for indecent behavior." Donna looked at the woman. "The fact is that it was just sad to see them, walking around, alone, and obviously unhappy. Still trying to keep up appearances. I felt sorry for them somehow. It was as if bad luck just followed that family."
"And now the slut mother is here," Ms. Brendan smiled neglecting the sadness of the story "She has been here for two years now I think."
Donna turned to Ms. Brendan with a suprised face.
"Don't look so surprised, I know her history a little bit too, from herself. She is one big slut I tell you, and an expert dancer. Let's have her come over here."
"No!" Donna gasped.
"Don't be shy, she might even be happy to see an old friend." Ms. Brendan waved away her objections, "And she can tell you her story from her point of view, not from your mundane neighborhood gossip. Than you and your coffee club have something new to chat about."
The waitress just brought back the drinks, and Ms. Brendan whispered something in her ear, pointing at the woman in red now leaning up at a fat customer and rubbing his chest, while drinking a glass of champagne or something. Smiling at him, trying to get him to pay for a lap dance probably.
Donna still couldn't take her eyes of the woman. Memories of the family floating through her dazed mind.
"Her name is Rebecca, Rebecca Fowler, formerly Brown-Fowler." Ms. Brendan remembered Donna, "And her stage name is 'Red Pussycat'."
Donna looked at Ms. Brendan again, surprised. "She loves red," Ms. Brendan explained. 
Donna went back to look at Rebecca. She was still busy with the fat man. 
"Yeah, two years in which she built up quit a reputation. Her lap dances are famous, even though she is older than the rest of the girls here. She teaches them her tricks too. A perfect example to me of a woman who found out at a later age she was actually an exhibitionist. Or a slut, maybe even a whore." 
"What about her daughter?" Donna asked, keeping her eyes fixed on Rebecca. She didn't like the rude comments of Ms. Brendan. It conflicted with her recollection of the family, though it matched the gossip.
"Well, you can ask her."
"Won't that be strange, I mean..."
"Hey, lap dancers are humans too you know. She has a brain too and will understand why you ask that question. Don't you worry, she is a strong woman, she can have a few insulting questions. She'll have a few for you too, no doubt." 
Ms. Brendan obviously referred to Donna's own situation. Donna blushed as she thought about it, "She's right! If I ask her those questions, she will obviously fire back a few too. And if Ms. Brendan starts giving instructions which I will have to follow, it will become even more embarrassing!" Donna now felt even more uncomfortable with Rebecca coming over.
"Why don't we take that girl in the blue dress with the bikers?" she tried.
"We'll ask her too. But let's go for Rebecca first, she seems free."
At that moment she saw the half naked waitress approach Rebecca and the fat man she was warming up to. The waitress whispered in her ear, and Donna blushed as she saw Rebecca look in their direction. "I hope she doesn't recognize me!"
Rebecca started to smile and wave, and whispered something back to the waitress, who smiled and left. Rebecca meanwhile continued with caressing the fat man.
"She will come to the table when she finishes that customer. It is a regular of hers." The waitress said to them as she walked over from Rebecca.
"That's ok hon, thank you," Ms. Brendan said. "Cutty , have some more margarita, you will get a great show!" she then turned to the waitress who just walked away. "Excuse me girl!" 
The waitress turned, "Yes ma'am?"
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"Could you ask that girl over there to come here?" She pointed to the girl dancing with the bikers "Before she gets too busy. We'll pay her good."
"Okay ma'am," the waitress said and walked away.
"Damn, this is even worse." Donna thought. Now I have two girls going to dance for me." She sipped her margarita, "And she wants me drunk again." She took another sip "It tastes good though, very good." After the wine and tequila she was getting quite an appetite for alcohol.
"You just drink and relax, Cutty." Ms. Brendan said, "Just drink and relax."
The lady dancer had come over as soon as the waitress told her to. Before the bikers could object, she said something to them, and two other dancers came over to keep them busy. They quickly shifted their vulgar attention to the two new girls in front of them.
She kissed Ms. Brendan on the cheek, and then sat down with them. 
"A drink?" Ms. Brendan asked. 
"Yeah, some champagne please," the girl said.
"So typical," Donna thought as she shyly looked at the girl.
"Let me introduce you to my girlfriend," Ms. Brendan said as she ordered the waitress to fetch a champagne for the girl. "This is Cutty. It's her nick name, but everybody calls her that way."
"She has razor sharp pussy lips?" the girl joked as she held out her hand towards Donna. "I'm Trinity, please to meet you, Cutty."
"Now Cutty is new to this sort of thing. Actually, it is her first time at a strip club as a normal visitor, besides bachelor parties and the likes."
"Oooh, lovely!" The girl goo-ed. She eyed up Donna who felt more and more uncomfortable.
"So, I want you to give her a special treat, no boundaries, and you know I am good for the money."
"Ms. Branden, say no more." The girl said enthusiastically. "I.." she looked at Cutty, "We will give you a show you will never forget!" She stood up and walked over to Donna. She picked up her margarita "You finish this quickly, it'll calm you're nerves, and you let me do the rest." She turned and walked to a panel attached to the wall. 
Ms. Brendan smiled and nodded at Donna, who understood this as a hint to do as she was told. "Damn," she thought as she gulped the margarita down.
"Two more please," Ms. Brendan said to the waitress who had appeared again. "For the show," Ms. Brendan explained to Donna as her empty glass was taken away by the waitress.
Trinity meanwhile flipped some switches and a dark red curtain came down separating their place from the rest of the room.
"This is so cool of this place," Trinity said as she walked over to Donna. "And the lightning is perfect. Now wait for the music to begin. We start slowly, softly."
The girl positioned herself in front of Donna, with her legs touching the couch Donna was sitting in. She put her arms in her hips and smiled looking down at Donna. "Tell me what you see, Cutty, what do you like about me." Donna was looking at the young girl in front of her and didn't know what to do, until Ms. Brendan signaled her to do as she was told.
"I-I..., your clothing," Donna said, hoping this would please the girl and make her stop.
"Hahahaha, you are funny. What clothing, this flimsy revealing outfit? Noooo, tell me what you like about me, my body, my face." She bent over, "My breasts..." And she gave Donna a good close up view of her breasts still covered with the blue bra.
The music started softly, a standard disco beat, the type you heard in those cheap porn movies. "Come on, tell me..." Trinity said as she waved her body close to Donna's.
"Feel my skin," she said and took Donna's hand and laid it on her belly. "Isn't it soft?"
Donna felt her skin. "Y-yes, it is," she mumbled. "It is very soft."
"Say it is nice," Trinity whispered in her ear, breathing softly. Letting her breath caress Donna's ear. 
"It is nice..." Donna said, feeling nervous as hell. Her ear tingling, and the feeling spreading.
Trinity started to touch Donna. "You have a nice body too. Cutty. I like your face a lot, it's got some cool innocent 'housewife look' still." Trinity whispered, her hands softly jumping over Donna's face, to her breasts, her belly. "You've been working out haven't ya," she said.
"Yes," Donna replied softly. 
Trinity got up again and turned her back towards the humble Donna, all the while softly moving to the music. "You see me, I work out to." She bend over pushing her ass towards Donna, "Every day, Cutty, every day." she wiggled her ass a little more. "Touch me." she invited, and Donna did. She softly felt her ass, "feel the soft skin..." she said encouraging Donna to continue.
Two new margaritas where brought by the waitress who appeared through the curtain. Ms. Brendan, enjoying the show, signaled her to put them on the stage where Trinity was dancing. Trinity picked up one glass and turned to Donna again.
"Here you drink this one fast, Cutty, you're still too tense," she instructed, and Donna gulped it down while Trinity danced bent over her, with one finger lifting the bottom of the glass to speed her up.
"There you go, they should kick in within the next five minutes," she smiled and took the glass out of Donna's hands. The next minutes she just danced in front of Donna as she coerced Donna to touch her skin all over. Then when she saw the margarita's having an effect on Donna she really got going. 
"Let's try it again, what part of me do you like," she whispered again this time hovering really close to the tipsy Donna.
"Your figure, " Donna replied. "Your face." 
"Better, now let me show you a little more of my figure," and she gently grabbed the back of her bra, while still bent over Donna, and unclipped it. She held the bra with one hand in front of her in place, and then took it away.
Donna got a clear view of her small young breasts, with their little hard nipples. 
"Touch them with both your hands girl," Trinity encouraged, as she moved them in circles above Donna's body. Her face with her blue eyes gazing straight into Donna's, her pink colored lips in a naughty smile, her blond hair waving seductively around her head.
Donna started to feel a little more than tipsy, and the music with its typical beat, the lightning, the warm chair, it was all getting to her. She reached out with her hands and touched the nipples of Trinity as told to. Trinity on cue brought her lips close to Donna's left cheek, close to her ear, as if she was about to kiss her. Donna could hear her softly breathing, and the warm air from her mouth was caressing down over her cheek. As she trusted her breast into Donna's raised hands, she moved her mouth across the face of Donna, every now and then making eye contact.
She lifted her breast into the face of Donna. "Look at them," she said, and Donna did.
Trinity fetched the second margarita and held it above her breasts. She bent over so her breasts were above Donna's head, which she gently forced backwards. Donna was now face up underneath her breasts. "Now watch carefully and do as I tell you to," she said softly. "First look at my breast and open your mouth." And after Donna had complied, "Stick out your tongue."
"Further Cutty, further out." She smiled as the half drunk Donna did as she was told.
Trinity slowly turned the glass and began to poor the margarita over her breast, making it drip on Donna's face and open mouth. "Try to catch it all," she instructed. Donna moved around as Trinity switched from breasts, and then she placed a hand at the back of Donna's head, pushing her up as she finished pouring the last margarita over her swaying breasts.
"Lick them gently, Cutty" she instructed, and Donna did. She licked and sucked the margarita of the small, well formed breast of the young girl. Next moment she found herself kissing the breasts passionately tasting the sweet margarita, enjoying the soft skin. Trinity, smiling and softly whispering encouraging words, gently moved her breasts from side to side, and rode her pussy on the right thigh of Donna.
"Raise your skirt," she softly suggested, as Donna felt herself getting worked up. Trinity took Donna's hands and guided them to her own skirt, which already was way up and exposing a bare pussy. "All the way up..." Donna complied and lifted her skirt, so she was sitting bare ass on the couch. Trinity spread her legs, while still gently dancing with her hips on her right thigh. "And now raise the blouse," Trinity ordered. "Better yet, take it off..." she moved backwards, allowing Donna to take off her blouse, and at the same time displaying her topless body, with her wet freshly teased breasts.
As Donna struggled to get her blouse off, Trinity rolled her stocking of her right leg a bit down, so she was now skin to skin, with only a flimsy g-string between her pussy and the leg of Donna. She started to 'ride' the leg again, gently, always on the beat of the music.
Donna, now almost completely naked, was excited, drunk, humiliated, confused. She was looking at Trinity, taking in her beautiful body.
"She could have been a super model," she thought. "She has the perfect sizes, the perfect skin color, the perfect pretty face..."
Trinity interrupted her thought again, now by taking her right hand and guiding it to Donna's own pussy. "Start rubbing yourself, Cutty," she whispered. "You're wet down there, and you can't waste the nectar". Ashamed Donna felt with her own hand her own wetness.
Gently and on the rhythm of the music, Trinity forced Donna's hand up and down her own lips. When Trinity thought she now knew what to do she let go, and Donna found herself rubbing herself slowly and on the rhythm, as required. 
Trinity grabbed her attention again by looking into her hazel brown eyes.
"What beautiful blue eyes she has too," Donna drunkenly noticed. 
The next moment Trinity pressed her breasts into her face again, and Donna instinctively started to kiss and lick them. Trinity started to grind harder up her legs, and her mouth close to Donna's left ear breathed heavily.
"Rub yourself, finger your wet clit..." 
"Stick your finger into your juicy twat..." 
Trinity whispered softly in between her breaths, and Donna started to rub in earnest, as her own breathing picked up.
Suddenly Trinity backed away, and stood up, leaving Donna spread, topless with her raised skirt and fingering her pussy. Her left hand had automatically found her left breast, and she was teasing her own nipple.
"What...?" Donna said as she opened her eyes, missing the warm female body rubbing against her. 
"Stand up..." Trinity instructed gently as she lifted Donna up. Trinity kept her body close to Donna's as she moved on the music, forcing Donna to follow her in the dancing. She turned Donna around, and with both her hands held Donna's breast, pushing her own into the back of Donna.
"You're moving good now Cutty, you feel the music," she whispered in her ears. 
"Oh no," Donna thought "I'm drunk again, I am loosing control again... I feel hot again!" 
"I don't want..." but she was distracted by an intimit caress of her breast again. 
"Finger yourself again, Cutty," Trinity instructed and Donna did. She decided to let herself go from there-on, or was too drunk to protest. 
She fingered herself while Trinity danced into her back, with her hands exploring Dona's breasts, belly and thighs. 
Donna soon got so hot she started to moan out load. On cue Trinity bended her over on the small stage, with her ass facing Ms. Brendan. 
"Keep on fingering yourself, Cutty," she said, as she spread the legs of Donna, giving Ms. Brendan a clear view of what was going on between her legs. A soft sopping sound could be heard too, as Donna was by now soaking wet.
Trinity moved on the stage and kneeled in front of Donna. This made the lusty, drunk Donna look straight at Trinity's thong.
"Now as a special treat," Trinity whispered as she held Donna's head with both her hands and looked into her eyes, "you may take off my thong with your mouth." And she guided the head of Donna forward into her crotch.
Donna, on automatic pilot, bit into the thong.
"Gently," Trinity said smiling, as she bucked her hips backwards. "Gently, gently, Cutty..."
Donna relaxed a little and when she had a good grip on the thong slowly moved it downwards.
"That's good, that's really good," Trinity encouraged her, still holding her head with both hands. She started to sway her hips on the music again, making Donna's head wobble too.
Trinity's trimmed blond vulva was now hovering in front of Donna, and the drunk Donna barely could resist the urge to lick it. The blond pubic hair was removed except for a small trimmed triangle above the clit. Her eyes admired the beautiful sight of the inner and out lips, nicely curling around the inner red glimmering wet flesh. 
The thong together with Donna's head slowly, rhythmically, moved down the beautiful legs of Trinity. When they reached the feet Trinity quickly helped getting the thong passed her high heeled shoes. Trinity pulled the thong out of the mouth of Donna, and let her lick her toes for a short while. Donna, drunk and completely out of it, complied and licked her toes with a lustful passion. 

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Trinity then forced Donna's head upwards her left leg, along her blue stocking, up to its band. Donna knew what was expected as she rubbed herself slowly but steadily to a climax. She bit gently into the fabric and pulled it down. Trinity, still giving Ms. Brendan a good view of her own body by lifting it up with her bend right leg, helped Donna with her right hand in rolling down the stocking whenever it didn't go smoothly. She pulled her foot out of her white shoe when Donna reached there, and put it back on while Donna, with her mouth, dropped the stocking gently besides her on the stage.

By now Donna's pussy was soaking wet, and her juices were spreading outside her lips, down her thigh. She was still holding up her skirt, rubbing her pussy. Ms. Brendan enjoyed the show as she drank a glass of champagne she had ordered. Of course, together with some fresh margaritas.
Trinity smiled wickedly at Ms. Brendan and then forced Donna up to the stocking on her right leg. Donna complied and slowly pulled those down too, with her expert mouth. She gently laid the fabric to the left of Trinity, while Trinity put her right shoe on again.
Next the almost climaxing Donna was slowly turned. As Trinity stood up on the stage, she lifted Donna up at the same time. Donna was gently positioned with her behind leaning on the top of the stage, her legs with the black stockings and high heels spread obscenely, her skirt still raised with her left hand, while her right worked away on her pussy on the never ending beat of the music. She was now so out of it she didn't think no more, and freely worked her pussy, focusing on the upcoming climax. Her hand would glide inside and then gently, with firm pressure, move outside towards her clit. She would tweak and turn it a little, and then force her hand back into her vagina.
The naked Trinity was parading her vulva above the head of Donna, as she picked up a margarita. By bending over like a professional athlete, with the margarita in her right hand, she positioned her pussy just above the head of Donna. Next she tilted the head of Donna with her left hand. 
Donna had her eyes closed as she was nearing her orgasm. When her head was touched by trinity's hand, she opened her eyes, and again looked amazed at the beautiful engorged lips in front of her, right above her.
Trinity saluted Ms. Brendan with the margarita, took a small sip, and next lowered the glass just above her pussy hairline, and started to pore the contents on her own body. The liquid quickly dribbled down through her trimmed blond triangle, on and around her clit, and onward to her inviting lips. From there it gushed down on Donna's face.
Donna, recognizing the routine, opened her mouth to catch as much of the margarita as she could. The liquid just kept on flowing and she eagerly started to lick the upper thighs of Trinity, as the margarita was dribbling down there too. Soon she was frantically licking Trinity's thighs and vulva, and her face was soaked with the margarita. In the mean time she rubbed her pussy faster and faster. 
Trinity timed the poring of the margarita precisely with the climax of Donna. When Donna made a loud shrieking noise, indicating she was climaxing, she stepped back smiling at Ms. Brendan and holding the margarita victoriously upside down high in the air above Donna. Donna was coming, but she still pushed her tongue out to fetch the last scares drops of margarita from the glass drifting far above her. Her body shivered in its drunk climax, and her juices where floating freely along her thighs. Her face was wet of the margarita, and trails of the liquid were pouring down her neck onto her breast.
Ms. Brendan smiled and applauded Trinity. Trinity made a short bow while she spread her arms, showing her young charms in full glory once again, and then smiled down at Donna. After making eye contact she stepped back and she started to pick up her clothing.
Donna was still in her own world. She held on to the stage as she licked her wet fingers, and rubbed them through the margarita on her face and neck, licking them clean afterwards. She shook visibly from the intense orgasm, and had a smile on her face, her eyes closed. 
"Never ever in my whole life have I climaxed like this..." she drunkenly thought. "Never ever...".

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Rebecca

Donna woke up when cold water was thrown in her face.
"What...?"
"You passed out, you little lesbian slut." Ms. Brendan said with a smile, while holding the empty glass. "Go and sit on the couch while they clean up the place."
The half naked Donna scrambled up and went to sit on the couch as instructed. Her head was momentarily clear, but she felt the next wave of drunkenness coming up.
"Well Cutty..." Ms. Brendan said, "and this is only the beginning for you. Put your clothes back on my sweet bitch."
Donna was glad to put her clothing back on, although she was more worried about passing out again than being naked. Clumsy she dressed herself as two topless ladies quickly cleaned the area, preparing it for the next dance.
"Focus, Cutty!" Ms. Brendan said as she saw Donna falling asleep again.
SMACK. She hit Donna on her cheek with her right hand and grabbed her jaw with her left.
"Look at me, you little drunk piggy!"
Donna tried to comply and fight the alcohol, but she lost the battle.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Ms. Brendan hit her hard on both her cheeks, still holding her face up as she squeezed Donna's jaw.
"Get me more water please," she ordered to the waitress picking up the last empty glasses. "Cutty, get yourself together!"
Donna tried, but she was quite lost. She hadn't been drinking this much since her student years, and actually the last years she barely drank. Raising her daughters kept her from it. Her mind went blank.
When she woke up again Ms. Brendan held a large glass of water in front of her. She was dripping wet.
"What?..." she looked around and saw vaguely where she was. The whole room was spinning.
"She's pretty drunk." Ms. Brendan said, as she smiled.
"To whom is she talking?" Donna wondered as she tried to focus.
"I'm drunk... Too much margarita's..." she mumbled, hoping someone would help her.
"Nah, Cutty, you just need to be strong. Drink this."
The glass of water waved in front of her. She grabbed it with both hands and gulped down the water.
"Let me take care of her, I have her back in no time Ms. Brendan." somebody said.
"Who??" Donna tried to see who was with them right now, it wasn't Trinity.
"Ok, you do that, I'll just wait here."
"Come, Cutty." The voice instructed.
With her mind still floating in and out of consciousness, and the room spinning like crazy, Donna wanted to follow up on the instruction, but couldn't by herself. She felt a hand grabbing hers, and she automatically lifted up.
"Good, just follow me," she heard, and she was out of it again.
-
"Ok, throw up, that's good, Cutty..." the voice said.
Donna came back to the living and found herself holding a sink in a brightly lit toilet. She was throwing up.
"Another time, get that stomach empty, and drink this water."
She gladly accepted the water after another burst, and gulped it down.
This repeated itself for ever it seemed to Donna, but finally she became clear again.
She was sitting down on the floor, completely wet, and feeling miserable. She looked up.
In front of her, smiling down was Rebecca Fowler, the second stripper.
"Finally back in the world, Cutty?"
She nodded.
"You are a mess, you stink and your clothes are wet and dirty. I'll take you to my dressing room to clean you up and give you some new clothes. We must have something your size."
She was lifted and pushed out of the toilet, into a small corridor.
"This door" and she was pushed into a small room a few feet further. Donna became clearer with the minute. She looked around, "The room is not spinning anymore..."
Rebecca walked passed her in the room into a small private walk in closet, giving Donna time to recuperate on her own.
The room had just a bed and a dressing table with a large mirror. Standard, just as you would see in movies, with those round bright light bulbs around it. Everywhere clothing was hanging around. All flimsy dresses, high heeled shoes, thongs. A large collection of make up bottles and brushes, mascara, were on the dressing table.
What caught her eye was a wall with pictures, somewhat like the wall in the corridor of Ms. Brendan, yet these seemed to be pictures of one women only, in various poses, and various clothing.
"Here, go in there and brush your teeth with this, strip and have a quick shower."
Donna wanted to object, but was silenced quickly.
"You do as I tell you to. Don't mess with me now, I don't have the time."
Donna meekly went into the small toilet room with the toothbrush, and stripped completely. She was too exhausted to fight this women right now, and her clothes were dirty anyway. She brushed her teeth several times, to get rid of the vomit taste, and took a short much needed shower.
When she came out of the small bathroom she was completely naked, and held her dirty clothes and shoes in her hand. Her mouth felt clean again, and the shower had helped clearing her mind.
"Throw them in that basket, the cleaning lady will take care of them. You can pick them up next week or so." Rebecca told her. "Now come here and sit."
Donna sat down as instructed in front of the dressing table. Rebecca looked at her, rubbed her naked skin, shoulders, and went through her wet hair, as if to get a good feel of her.
"Ok, you just sit still as I fix you up. I laid out some new clothing for you which I think will fit you just right. And when you're dressed we go back again. Ok, Cutty?"
Donna looked at Rebecca through the mirror and nodded. She looked at herself and saw the mess she was in. Her make up completely ruined, her hair wet, and she was still a bit shaky. She looked at Rebecca while she started with her. She was curious what was going on with this lady from her neighborhood.
Rebecca was dressed in her red slutty outfit. It consisted of red shiny plateau shoes, "How can she walk in those shoes?", red stockings, fine mazed fishnet stocking, as Donna noticed now she saw them close up, a red jeans cut obscenely short, almost showing her pussy lips, of course shaven bold, and showing way too much ass.
"She has a tattoo above her ass crack too," Donna noticed as Rebecca turned to pick up some stuff from the bed. The tattoo was a black arrow like symbol, pointing down towards her ass split.
"She has a beautiful figure," Donna noticed as she looked at her waist, with its flat trained belly. "How old would she be? 40, 45? She looks like a 35, amazing."
"Hold still Cutty, okay?" Rebecca said as she sat on Donna's lap to do her face. She had just finished with her hair.
"Ok, Rebecca." Donna replied. She enjoyed the moments to herself. It made her come at ease.
"Don't call me Rebecca, call me red pussycat. It's my stage name. Nobody here calls me Rebecca."
"Ok... red pussycat," Donna said somewhat uncomfortable.
"Figures, she is now at 'work' obviously," Donna explained it to herself. Having Rebecca's face so close to hers made it easy for Donna to observe her more closely.
Rebecca's face was made up with beige rouge, her eyebrows where shaved off completely, and instead she had painted fake ones. Higher, thus enlarging the appearance of her large eyes. Her big dark-brown eyes were beautiful. Feisty. Light Red eye shadow above her eyes made them come out even better. "She could drive man nuts with those seducing eyes," Donna thought. "And she probably does very often."
She had a small sharp nose. Her cheeks were round, giving her face a round appearance. The mascara hid the wrinkles from her age perfectly. Her face alone already looked like one of a twenty-something girl. Her lips were thick and she had a very bright, whorish red lipstick on them. Given her overall light color of her face it made her lips and eyes come out very sharp, forceful, hot.
Donna looked at Rebecca's black hair, cut in a short bob, just halfway her ears. "Probably to make her look younger." It was also very similar to her own haircut.
It left her slender neck clearly visible. Usually you could see the real age from a woman by her neck, but hers was still fine. She was wearing large, looped earrings in her ear, two in each. The large hoops almost touched her shoulders. And, as far as Donna could see, she had her ear pierced several times more, all the way up. Several small silver studs were in her ear, glittering in the light, and going up underneath her bob.
When Donna looked down, she noticed other peculiar piercings. At first Rebecca's belly button caught her eye. It was also silver like the studs in her ear, but had a glittering chain with diamante like stones attached to it. It was short, about 1 inch long, and dangled freely on top of her belly.
But what amazed Donna more was when she looked up at Rebecca's breast, and saw clearly studs going through each nipple. Her lace bra was see-through and practically none existent when you were this close, clearly showing the piercings. The studs were rather large, and they made it appear as if she had three nipples on each breast, on large in the middle, and two smaller ones to the left and the right. They were silver too, like all her jewelry.
Her breasts were a good 36 D, and fake. Through the dress Donna couldn't make out how they were enlarged, but from the positioning of the nipples, straight forward, and the overall fullness of the breasts it was obvious she had them done. Her nipples were rather large, that is, the base, the areola, was a good two inches wide. The nipples themselves were probably enlarged by the piercings, as they aggressively poked through the fabric of the bra, making it look like she was constantly aroused.
Donna looked at the woman sitting on her lap, and tried to figure out what she would be thinking. "This used to be a normal housewife just like me... Look at her now, a stripper in a shady club in another town, pierced, with enlarged breasts..."
Rebecca ignored Donna's stares and was completely focused on fixing her face.
Donna saw herself transform in the mirror. Her face was cleaned quickly, and new mascara was applied. A bit darker than she used herself. Her eyebrows were darkened, and she got light pink eye shadow, applied in such a way that her large hazel brown eyes had a very innocent look. Her nose was a bit lightened to make it look even sharper than it already was, and her thin lips were colored a wet glittering pink.
Her wet hair had been pushed backwards with styling gel. As her hair was already short this was done with such an abundance of gel that her normal brown hair now had a dark almost black appearance.
Rebecca didn't stop with her face, but expertly applied also some lipstick to her nipples, and its base. She finished it with spraying some cheap cologne with glitter on her upper body.
"That should do it" Rebecca said as she lifted herself up from Donna "Now put those clothes on and we go."
Donna took a few seconds to look at her new self. Especially the coloring of her nipples had embarrassed her. But she hadn't dare to object, and it was done in a blink of an eye.
Donna went to sit on the bed to put on the selected clothing.
From where she was sitting, she could see the wall with the pictures she wondered about previously. Now she saw all the pictures were of a young lady, looking a lot like Rebecca. Yet they were also porn pictures. It showed a blond, or better a blond dyed girl, as the hair color was a bit unnatural, in various clothing and stages of undressing. One set of pictures showed her in white stockings, and a white corset, white high black shoes. She posed in front of a white bed, legs spread, from the front, from behind, one leg on the bed. And as the picture set progressed she undressed item by item. It started with her showing her pussy by pulling aside her panty looking straight into the camera. In the next her corset was opened, removed, showing her young full breasts, with the nipples erect. In all the pictures she posed seductively, molded her breasts, offering them to the viewer. In the next pictures of the set she removed her panty, and she posed with just her stockings and high heels. Her hand holding her partly shaved pussy open, grabbing her own ass, bending over giving a clear view of her ass crack with its little hole, often looking straight into the camera. In the last pictures of each set she was always posing completely naked. The photographer really made sure her intimate parts were clearly visible in all the pictures, and that she even held them open for the camera.
The same type of set was made in different clothings. Donna noticed the young lady never put on a real smile, but did look directly into the camera, she did participate willingly, or better, knowingly. A few close ups showed her beautiful young innocent face. Blond hair, soft pink lips, white skin. Her make up in the pictures was not overdone. The photographer obviously wanted her to still look like herself. And she herself really looked innocent, and beautiful. Not like someone you would expect to pose for these kind of pictures. It had the appearance of one big humiliating act, which the poor girl just went through with her mind set to zero.
"My daughter Beccy," Rebecca said as she saw Donna look at the wall. "Remember her? She was a friend of Julie."
Donna was startled as she understood Rebecca knew her. She had recognized her.
"Don't look so surprised, 'Cutty'," Rebecca smiled arrogantly. "If you can recognize me like I am today, I sure as hell can recognize you in your 'new' look."
She leaned against the dressing table. "Tell me, what made you come here and do what you did with Trinity? You used to be so prim and proper with your friends and all?" she asked sarcastically.
Donna just blushed. She recalled how the neighborhood avoided Rebecca's family when word got out about their problems. Even though nobody really knew what exactly was going on.
"Don't get shy on me now, we'll lapdance in about 5 minutes. You'll be seeing me naked all over you, and you will most likely get off again. If we can be that intimate, you can tell me what made you turn into this horny lesbian?"
Donna blushed, but felt she had to answer something, but not the truth "I'm in a big mess already, the last thing I want is a whore knowing about this blackmail too, especially one who knows where I live..."
"It just kind of happened, I'll see where it goes" she answered.
"Kind of happened..." Rebecca repeated "Nice polite answer. But you're in for a rollercoaster ride with Ms. Brendan, girl. Better get ready, else you'll never know what just might 'kind of happen'."
Donna wanted to steer the conversation away from her situation. She didn't want to think about her own future right now.
"Those pictures...What..." she bluntly asked. "If she's up front, I can be too" Donna reasoned.
"Nosy, aren't we?" Rebecca said as she stood up and stood beside Donna looking at the wall with pictures.
"Becca, we decided together, will become a pornstar. And these are her latest auditioning pictures," Rebecca told Donna. "She has pro's taking pictures of her, and sends them to several agencies. She always sends me copies too, and I stick them to this wall, as told to. I comment her in return on how she should improve. I do my share to make sure she succeeds."
"Like these first ones, you see her just not stretching enough. In the later sets she does that stretch much better, showing her pussy and asshole much clearer. It looks a lot hotter."
"Well we'll see if she gets through, I hope so. I think she would be much better off."
Donna looked amazed at Rebecca. "How can she do this, just let her daughter do this?"
"Let's go, Cutty," Rebecca said after a moment of awkward silence in which she had intently stared at the wall.
Donna was glad to leave the small room with its 'shrine'. Something just was not right at all in there.
-
They walked into the secluded area were Ms. Brendan was sitting just as a young naked girl left. Inside Ms. Brendan welcomed them, looking very happy. Donna could only guess why.
"And how are you feeling Cutty?" she informed.
"Better, Ms. Brendan, much better."
"Good work, red pussycat, good work"
"Always pleased to please you, Ms. Brendan." Rebecca smiled back.
"Well Cutty, ready for part two? This time with your old neighbor?" Ms. Brendan said, reminding Donna she knew the stripper.
"Let's all first relax, get into the mood again," Rebecca said, as she turned on some soft playing music. "Let's call it lesbian foreplay, setting the mood."
"Drinks?" Ms. Brendan asked.
"Champagne, Ms. Brendan," Rebecca answered.
"No thanks, Ms. Brendan," Donna tried.
"You must drink something, I'll order an amaretto for you. That's light and sweet."
"It is best to immediately drink something now, takes the last part of the bad feeling you have away," Rebecca agreed.
Donna knew it was hopeless to object. "Damn!" she just thought. "Just now I'm back in control."
"You've talked?" Ms. Brendan informed.
"Not much, Ms. Brendan, she was out most of the time," Rebecca said.
"Well you tell her why you like your job, and then Cutty can explain why she's with me."
Donna looked at Ms. Brendan and knew she wanted to see her explain herself to this stripper.
"Who starts? You, Red Pussycat?"
"Ok. Ms. Brendan," Rebecca said coolly. She positioned herself in front of the two ladies on the small stage.
"Well, what's there not to like about this job?" Rebecca asked rhetorically. "I like sex, I like it a lot, I'm proud of my body, I love my body!" she stood up and turned around, showing them her curves. "Combine that with a healthy dose of exhibitionism, and you end up a stripper. Every night I get to tease men and women, seduce them, and get paid for it too. For me it is second nature, it is something all women do, more or less. " She looked at Donna, "Don't you seduce men or women every now and then?" she asked.
"Well, sometimes..." Donna answered reluctantly.
"You see, we all seduce, manipulate. Here we're just very honest about it, and get as a reward for our honesty money, lots of money." She bent her body over Donna, showing her again close-up her upper body and face. Again, Donna just had to look at the obscene piercings in her nipples.
Their eyes locked as Rebecca continued, "As red pussycat I play out all my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies, and people come here to participate in them." Rebecca leaned down with her arms stretched holding the couch, face to face with Donna. Her eyes still locked with
Donna's, but now only inches apart, her right knee on the couch to the left of Donna. She forced Donna to lean back into the soft couch.
"Tell me, do you have a dark fantasy, Ms. Housewife?"
"No, no..." Donna answered meekly
"Are you sure, Cutty?" she moved her left index finger with its long red nail alongside the body of Donna, showing her the sexual power she had over her. Donna shivered as the nail followed its path up to her right arm, making a short sidestep over part of her breast, but staying clear from her nipple. When it reached her right arm, Rebecca stopped. Smiling she slowly retreated.
"I've been here now for two, three years, and have become a very, very professional dancer. I even give lessons to the other dancers, show them the tricks. What works, what does not, how to read the crowd, etcetera." Rebecca made a perfect turn around the pole to proof her point, "It brings in almost as much money as my dancing. Hell, I'm making more than I got from my ex-husband."
"So that's my story in a nutshell," Rebecca bend through her knees on the podium, facing Donna. "Now tell me your story, what do you like about lesbian sex?" Rebecca bluntly asked.
Donna fixed her posture as she blushed thinking what to say.
"Well..." she started. "I see it kind of like an ..." her mind was racing. "Kind of like blackmail!" she wanted to scream. "Like an adventure," she said.

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It's quite new to me, and I have never been to a strip club before, not like this..." she continued. "Trinity knows this already, so telling this is nothing new." she reasoned.
"With 'like this' I mean, seriously, with female strippers lap dancing and all..."
"Do you enjoy it?" Rebecca asked.
"I...I don't know, it is all new..."
"But you masturbated looking at Trinity dancing, you orgasmed watching her, didn't you?" Rebecca smiled at Donna.
"Ok, yes, but..." Donna wanted to defend herself.
"No buts, you enjoyed it, you masturbated, you liked her breasts, liked her pussy, you wanted to have sex with her all the way, and you came," Rebecca informed the shy Donna. "Your current act is just ridiculous. Be open, we won't tell." 
Ms. Brendan agreed by shaking her head in confirmation, and Donna knew this was an instruction to stop her efforts to stall.
Donna hung her head in defeat, "I have to pretend I like this situation, I have to" she told herself.
"That's true, it is just difficult for me to be open about these new feelings. I did had a very good and long orgasm," she agreed. 
"That is true," Donna thought. "One of the most memorable ones in her life!" 
"And Trinity was beautiful, and very good, very sexy. I was truly aroused by her female body," Donna opened up. "I really never imagined I could have these feelings, emotions, do these things. It is so out of my own world."
"What would your husband say?" Rebecca asked.
"Robert..." the word flopped out of Donna's mouth before she knew it. 
"Oh Robert," she thought. "If you only knew of the mess I'm in right now..."
"...would obviously die if he knew. He thinks I'm just having a weekend off and do some shopping with Ms. Brendan, and some dining, but not this."
"And your daughters? Julie?" Rebecca kept on hitting on her open soul.
"They...they would be devastated," Donna said honestly. "I don't think they would understand, given they are both in their puberty, and see me as their role model." 
Her mind was in panic as she realized just how true this was. "It would totally destroy my marriage, my family!"
"Well, best to keep it secret from them, at least for now," Rebecca smiled sarcastically at Donna. 
"We will," Ms. Brendan ensured, smiling at Donna, stroking her hair lovingly. "Kiss me"
Donna leaned over and gave Ms. Brendan a long kiss, knowing she could not refuse. The kiss was followed by another one, and she found herself being forced once again to make out with Ms. Brendan, this time in front of Rebecca, or 'Red Pussycat'.
"Take off your panty, you know I don't want you to wear panties this weekend," Ms. Brendan whispered. "And start masturbating." 
Embarrassed Donna removed her panty, the one she just got from Rebecca. She kissed Ms. Brendan and started to masturbate.
"Wet yourself as taught," Ms. Brendan instructed into her ear, while letting her tongue caress the shell.
Donna slowly brought her fingers to her mouth and wet them. She then spit on them gently, more like smearing her spit on them, coating her fingers, and brought it down to her pussy. It helped lubricate the lips, and her fingers could now gently do their work on her clit and inside her vagina.
"She's good at it," Rebecca remarked.
"And just imagine, I learned her this only this morning!" Ms. Brendan informed Rebecca. "Oh, Cutty is behaving very well, she'll be just fine."
Sensual music started to play once again as Donna was masturbating herself gently. The deep loud beat even made the cough vibrate. Rebecca stood up and started to sway on the stage. 
Drinks were brought in and Donna was humiliated again as she saw the patronizing look of the waitress. But she kept on masturbating as instructed, and her pussy reacted.
"So, your pussy is waking up I see," Ms. Brendan whispered, and she kissed Donna on her mouth, while her hand moved under her blouse and cupped Donna's breast, gently caressing its nipple. Ms. Brendan started to kiss her neck.
"Watch Rebecca perform, enjoy her show... I'll enjoy you," Ms. Brendan said, and went on kissing her, licking her neck, gently biting it. 
Her left hand kept on rubbing her breast, while her right hand went around her head and touch Donna's ear, and hair.
"Oh fuck, she's good!" Donna thought as she felt herself responding, getting hot. Her masturbating, and the actions of Ms. Brendan, combined with the music and Rebecca dancing sensual "It is so surreal, but so much a turn on!" Donna was surprised she could be so easily stimulated by women.
They kept at it for the longest time, in which Donna was told to drink her glass, as the heat went up.
Rebecca walked off stage, placed Donna's empty glass on a table next to them, and moved in on the two kissing women. Donna by now started to breath heavily, and Ms. Brendan moaned encouragingly.
Gently, Rebecca peeled of Donna's blouse, and even more gently touched her nipples, the ones she had decorated with lipstick. She went down and removed the skirt Donna was wearing. It had a side opening, so it went off easy, without Donna having to move her body too much. 
"The clothing was made to be taken off easily," Donna understood, as she now found herself completely naked. "And I am hot, hot, hot, and out of my mind to let this happen!! I must be drunk, I must be crazy!" 
These thoughts melted away by the two women feeling her up, lifting her into a next level of arousal. She just let go. She had to, she had to enjoy this.
Rebecca slowly lifted her arms and laid them over the top of the couch. She picked up a couple of handcuffs from behind her back. They dangled a moment before Donna's face, before Rebecca locked her arms in them. The cold material momentarily woke Donna up from her trance, but it was too late. The cuffs had secured her arms to a pole at the back of the couch.
"Don't fight her, Cutty," Ms. Brendan instructed, keeping Donna from reacting violently. Instead Donna moaned in dread.
Ms. Brendan's hand moved down to her pussy and took over from the cuffed hands.
"Fear has the same effect on nipples as arousal, or cold," Rebecca remarked softly as she smiled at Donna. Donna glanced down at her breasts, and saw her nipples indeed poking out. Rebecca then played with her nail over the face of Donna, following its contours, her small sharp nose, her cheeks, her sharp cheekbones, around her large hazel-brown eyes.
Ms. Brendan meanwhile licked her breast, her nipple, which stood out in full erection.
Donna was again aroused as never before. The two ladies were hitting all the right buttons. Rebecca scbanging gently over her face and neck, Ms. Brendan feeling up her breasts, and her clit. She was indeed an expert as she had said.
"What is a housewife doing locked in a strip club, lap dancing with a female stripper? What will her husband think? Or her children?" Rebecca said, humiliating Donna.
In her current arousal state Donna didn't want to be teased, didn't want to be reminded of her husband, her children, but it somehow aroused her even more.
"And she listens to the name Cutty because of a cut she has in her pussy." A nail of Rebecca scbangd softly over the scar at her pussy, shortly joining the hand of Ms. Brendan over there. Donna bucked wildly with her legs. It was almost too much for her.
Rebecca stepped back and knelt down. Within seconds Donna's legs were lock by their ankles into some sort of cuffs too. 
"And spread..." Rebecca pronounced as she pushed a button and Donna's legs were forced to spread. Better said, they were pushed aside with a strong force. 
She found herself bound on a couch in a strip club. And she didn't mind! Ms. Brendan was getting her higher and higher. Rebecca participated equally as her red nails touched, pinched Donna's nipples.
Ms. Brendan sat back as Rebecca sat on the lap of Donna, who was helpless to do anything about it.
"Look at the slut," Ms. Brendan smiled. "wet and horny for a stripper" her fingers roughly entered Donna's pussy once again, coating them with the abundance of juices flowing down there.
"Lick them clean," she just said as she held the three slimy fingers in front of Donna's mouth. Donna just did what she said. She wanted to come so badly!
Rebecca took off her jacket and bra. To Donna's admiration she did so precisely on the beat of the music, which vibration continuously tickled Donna's sensitive area's too. Every part of her body was aroused and sensitive by now.
The large breasts of Rebecca with the nipples and their piercing gently were rubbed against hers, upwards to her face. Donna eagerly licked them when they reached, pleasing Rebecca eagerly in the hope she would let her come quickly.
"Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me, " she said as she felt another pair of fingers move into her pussy, moving in and out and around on the beat. 
Donna's tied hands grabbed the pole tightly as she felt she was coming "Fuck me, fuck me, please," she whispered. At the same time she felt humiliated as she felt she betrayed her family again; but it just aroused her more. The betrayal of her virtues turned out to be a very strong aphrodisiac.
"The mother wants to copulate with the stripper? She feels like a real bitch in heat?" Rebecca whispered into her ear, while fingering 
Donna's wet pussy "What example is she setting for her kids? What whorish behavior gets her off?"
"Yes, please, no, I..." Donna just bucked against the fingers. Rebecca stopped and let her lick her fingers clean once again.
"Suck your own slime, little bitch," she said sarcastically, but also softly, sexy. "And wet the fingers again, as they are going to pleasure you again."
Donna wriggled about, trying to get relief, raising her own voice a bit louder every second.
"Yes, just fuck me, make me come, please?"
The sensual rubbing of Rebecca's pierced breast, her expert fondling of her clit, Donna's sucking her own fingers, it went on for ages it seemed to Donna. Rebecca waskeeping her aroused to the brink of an orgasm for the longest time.
Ms. Brendan now moved in closer to the scene. She grabbed the face of Donna and forced her to look at her. When Donna opened her eyes, she saw Ms. Brendan was on the phone.
"Yes, Robert, she is here, but she is a bit occupied, we're partying."
Donna panicked, and she tried to get her moaning down. Rebecca smiled as she understood what Ms. Brendan was doing.
"Isn't that your hubby, Robert?" she asked loud enough so Robert would hear. She pinched Donna to force her to answer. To speak up.
"MMHYesss," Donna answered. She felt even more aroused by the humiliating and dangerous situation. She was this close at being caught by Robert. It would ruin her marriage for sure!
"Yes, you heard her, she is drinking and talking with some girl, she is a bit occupied. She didn't know I would call you this late, but we forgot to call you by day, so I figured let me tell you all is well." Ms. Brendan still smiled at Donna who beat red tried to make less noise, while Rebecca on the other hand pulled out all her tricks to make her come, and shout it out.
And tied she couldn't defend her private parts. She felt so delightfully helpless!
"Ok, I will tell her her lovely kids are ok," Ms. Brendan humiliated Donna some more.
"ooooooOOOOOOOH" Donna just couldn't keep it in anymore. Rebecca breast piercings, her belly piercing and her clit piercing all were simultaneously arousing her, as Rebecca rubbed them along her body. The clit piercing on her thigh, close to her wet pussy, the navel piercing chain was teasing her belly, and her nipple piercings rolled around Donna's own nipples. And Rebecca's hand, or better, her nails, were scbanging her pussy and unprotected face at the same time.
"OOOOH FUCK, OHH FUCK!!"
"Will you keep it down Donna!!" Ms. Brendan pretended to be angry, but she smiled a big smile in reality "Sorry, Robert. Just now they have to decide to make so much noise. What were you saying?"
"AAAAH, AAAH, YEAH, OH SHIT!" Donna felt like she had multiple orgasms, she just came and came, even though she tried to fight it as Robert heard everything. She desperately wanted to be silent. But the body, the orgasm had a will of its own.
"MGGMGMG" she bit her lips, which kind off muffled her screaming. But Rebecca simply twisted her sensitive nipple with her nails, and Donna's mouth was open again, in pain and ecstasy, making noise, screaming out loud.
"Yes, I think she's making a bit too much noise for this club too, but hey, let her have a good time once in a while too." Ms. Brendan just kept on talking with Robert on the phone, very close to the climaxing Donna. 
"Wait I'll silence her, I can't hear you." Ms. Brendan said, as she stood up, stepped on the couch, and positioned herself above Donna, with her legs to each side of Donna, and her pussy above Donna's head. Next, she lowered herself, pushing her pussy with panty into Donna's moaning, screaming mouth.
"MMMFFMFMMF!!" Donna kept on screaming even louder, relishing in the humiliation. Glad to be free to scream as loud as she wanted into the vagina covering her mouth.
"There, that's better," Ms. Brendan said, as she wiggled her pussy harder on Donna's face, almost suffocating her. "You were saying, Robert?"
Ms. Brendan listened intently to Robert as she started to rock faster on Donna's face. 
From sheer ecstasy Donna bit and licked Ms. Brendan's pussy, as well as to get it out of the way, as she had problems breathing. Ms. 
Brendan smiled down at her, as her free hand roughly grabbed Donna's hair and pushed her head into a correct licking position. Her eyes made clear what she wanted Donna to do.
Humbled, ashamed, hot, confused, sexy, all these mixed feelings whirled through Donna's mind and body as she worked her tongue passed the panty into Ms. Brendan's vagina. Rebecca was still masturbating her pussy, now rubbing her breasts on her thighs. Donna was now super sensitive, and usually she would have pushed her lover away to enjoy the tingling afterglow feeling. But now she was tight and helpless. 
She had to endure the pierced nipples scbanging her inner thighs, the breathing on her pussy, the nails, fingers going in and out of it. It felt like someone was tearing her flesh, yet at the same time it aroused her, or better, kept her aroused.
"Robert, I know this is awkward, but I can not give you your wife, she'll explain herself later. Anyway, just called to say we are having a good and wonderful time..." Ms. Brendan held the phone close to the licking Donna, so Robert could hear the sounds of her laps in the background, through the loud music and scuffling off the bodies.
"Man is it wild in here!" Ms. Brendan screamed as if she was talking to someone. she lifted up her phone when she saw the red-faced Donna now knew her husband had heard her licking Ms. Brendan's pussy. "Ok Robert, I can't hear you clearly anymore. We will call tomorrow, I also have some good news for you I think, but we'll talk tomorrow. Bye bye!"
With a look of triumph, she closed the phone as she rocked Donna's face. She was close to coming.
Donna, tied, helpless and humiliated, just lapped on, still filled with mixed emotions. She hated that she came and wasn't allowed to enjoy the moment in peace. Yet the fondling of her over-sensitive body made her tingle all over as never before. Wave after wave of extasy just flowed through her whole body. Her mind was going nuts, as it at the same time was filling up with guilt; "Robert, oh Robert," she thought. "If you only knew..." and then also real worry was added to the mix, "What will I say, how will I explain...?" 
At that moment Ms. Brendan disturbed her line of thought by coming. Spraying her face with her cum juice, smearing it all over her face with her wet panty and engorged pussy lips.
"Yeah, that was nice! that was wonderful!" Ms, Brendan said, grabbing Donna's head even tighter, rubbing it into her vulva. Rolling her lips over Donna cheeks, nose, lips, eyes. "Yes, I love this face! So good to rub it into my pussy!"
After coating Donna's face relentlessly for the longest time, she rose and sat down next to Donna as she tossed the phone away.
Rebecca took over once again, as she lifted herself, and still masturbating Donna she started her lap dance again. All the tied-up Donna could do was endure, as the body and piercings of Rebecca teased her body into arousal again. 
"Impossible!" Donna thought as she felt her own body responding as it had never done before, knowing her ordeal was far from over, and understanding her body and mind were eager for it. "Never ever... Never ever..." she mesmerized as she let herself go once again.

[hirarandi]

Sunday morning
Donna woke up with a shock. Her body tensed in a single second.
"HMMM, HHMM." She tried to scream. She looked wide eyed into the brightly lit room of the hotel. Someone was pushing something in her ass! She tried to move but found she was bound spread eagle belly down on the master bed. Screaming was impossible as she had a large uncomfortable ball gagging her mouth. She lifted her head and looked back. She saw Ms. Brendan dressed in some fetish suit pushing a tube into her naked ass.
"What is going on?" Donna thought. "What happened yesterday?" She tried to recall, but after the second time Ms. Brendan face-sat her it all was a blur. "I don't even recall leaving the place..."
Another painful push of the tube deeper into her ass made her twitch again and painfully look back at Ms. Brendan.
"Awake Cutty?" Ms. Brendan smiled, as she looked at the turned head of Donna. "Just a minute, got to fix this properly," and she gave it a final hard push, making Donna squirm once more in agony. She patted the naked round ass of Donna. "I'm giving you an enema, to clean your bowels in preparation for the sexual activities of today."
She walked in her high black heels towards the other side of the bed, were she sat down next to Donna's face.
"Today will be a very tough day for you. We will work you through some real kinky sex acts," she said as she looked down at Donna.
"We?" Donna thought, "Is Rebecca also here?" But then she noticed the driver coming in.
"Consider it part of your next training stage," Ms. Brendan explained. The driver placed a large bag with liquid in a metal frame at the end of the bed and attached the tube to it. Immediately the liquid started to flow into her ass.
"It cleans the body, amongst other things," Ms. Brendan explained with a smile, as she saw Donna's discomfort as the liquid poured into her through the tube, "But mainly we do it so when we ass fuck you, we don't have any problem with your shit."
"Ass fuck, they will ass fuck me?!" Donna thought, highly alarmed.
"Yes, Cutty. Today we will kind of do everything with you that you were always taught to be incorrect." She pulled up her black corset a little and adjusted her stockings.
"You will be tied in various painful poses and fucked silly with dildos." Ms. Brendan gently caressed the face of Donna. "I will be very, very rough on you, and I would advise you not to disobey. It is the best way to get through the ordeal. Yesterday you have been so cooperative, I just hope you will be like that today too."
"Yesterday, how what why..." Donna remembered a bit more now she was wide awake, but now she got distracted by the fluids running the wrong way up her ass.
"An enema ..." she pushed her face into the sheets.
"Relax, Cutty, you will just make it so much more painful if you don't." Ms. Brendan was still lovingly caressing her face and her hair, "We gave you some shots to get your system neutralized. Tonight you'll just need to sleep it off, and tomorrow you will be as good as new, apart from the pain in you private parts."
Ms. Brendan stood up and left the room, leaving Donna with the driver alone in the room.
As Donna underwent the enema, closely monitored by the driver, she recalled vaguely the end of the evening. She had been drunk and even so was still fed more alcohol after the phone call of Robert.
"Robert!! What will he think, what will I say?" The possible consequences of what he had heard were too frightening to think about. Donna just blocked them away immediately.
She recalled Rebecca instructing her to lick her, getting a curious vengeful look from her. Had she been out on revenge for the past? That would be so wrong! It had taken some time and a few more drinks to get her to comply. She had found herself out of control again. So, while drunk, hot, confused, she had licked Rebecca anywhere she was allowed, or instructed. It didn't matter anymore. She gave into her lust, just surrendered and enjoyed. Whenever her mind would become a little bit clear she would be overcome by a wave of shame, disgust, as she found herself licking every body part offered, and heard herself moan, talk, begging for more.
The two women had enjoyed themselves with her, she now understood. She had licked their clits, lips, assholes even. They had used her, and she had loved being used. Drunk she was for sure a completely different person.
"This enema hurts!" Donna thought as cramps brought her back to the present. But the bag was empty now, it was all in her belly. Next the liquid was held for half an hour in her stomach after which it was let out, or better, she shit it out. The humiliation of having her feces being collected by the driver was almost unbearable. She just pushed her head deep into the matrass, hiding her red ashamed face.
The driver, however, did the dirty job without saying a word. She collected the feces expertly in the bucket and wiped Donna's behind clean. This of course caused Donna to feel embarrassed all over again, as her nether region was unceremoniously handled like that of a child's.
Once clean, and all dirt collected in the bucket was disposed of, the room was freshened by opening the windows and lots of air-freshener. Next came another unwanted surprise, as her free butt plug was inserted, causing immediate new discomfort to Donna. Despite the amount of lube that was applied. Once the, according to Donna way too large, plug was in place the driver walked out of the room, her work obviously done.
Five minutes later she came back with Ms. Brendan as she pushed a breakfast table with Donna's 'breakfast'. The rolling table was covered with dildo's in all sized, with clamps, and with whips.
"Look how we will torture you!" Ms. Brendan said proudly as she stood in front of the table. "And we'll start with this," she pointed at the black dildo strapped on in front of her.
"Look," she showed as she picked up a bottle with gel. "You first lubricate it. We'll do it a little more as it is your first time." As she went about to smear the gel around the black dildo she continued to explain. "We'll put some more in your ass too." She instructed the driver with a wave of her hand to get to it, as she was busy with her show.
Donna, terrified, tried to move away, but it was hopeless. She felt the driver first forcibly remove the plug, which was already very painful, then the driver's fingers dug into her ass and started to smear the gel around.
"You'll learn to endure this, Cutty." Ms. Brendan said as she walked to the back of Donna. "Whether you actually like it, I do not really care. You'll learn to pretend to like it at least, trust me."
"She's ready," the driver said as she stood straight up and wiped the gel from her fingers with a paper towel.
Donna frantically wanted to stop them but could do no more than just wriggle and shake her ass. Simultaneously with the statement of the driver Ms. Brendan pushed the strap-on slowly into Donna's ass. Donna felt the large rubber intruder spread her ass wide. She screamed into the gag, and moved around, but found even her waist had been tied to the bed, so she just couldn't do anything to stop the intrusion.
"Stop it, stop it!!" she screamed. This was so much worse than the butt plug!
Deeper and deeper the black dildo went, into the freshly cleaned bowels. Ms. Brendan slowly moved it up and down, every time thrusting it a bit deeper, and using a bit more force. Donna therefore faced a steadily increase of pain in her ass.
"Oh shit, how can people enjoy this? It's fucking painful!"
"How is the housewife hanging on?" Ms. Brendan inquired, as she pumped up and down.
Donna's mind raced at how different her situation was from yesterday, or from months ago. The 'relationship' had turned ugly. She was being bangd, ass bangd! Would she tell somebody, could she tell somebody? All this went through her mind in between the painful thrusts of Ms. Brendan.
"If you lift your ass, it is less painful...," Ms. Brendan told her as Donna's tears were rolling down her cheeks. "...I've been told," she added sarcastically.
"It is, Ms. Brendan," the driver who just watched the scene acknowledged.
Donna, very much in pain, tried to comply. "Anything to lessen the pain," she thought.
However, It didn't help much. After a half hour of relentless ass-fucking Ms. Brendan stopped and popped out the dildo. Donna, relieved, let her upturned ass down and sighed with gratitude.
"At least that is over..." Donna thought miserable. She was sweating like a pig. And the pain was intense. Ms. Brendan had just focused on fucking her deeper and harder all the time. And worse was the silence. Nobody spoke a word, so only her grunts on every thrust into her ass of Ms. Brendan were echoing through the room. The way the driver just drank her orange juice, while looking at the scene, the sun light shining happily into the room, it all made it worse. It all made it clear for Donna she was bangd, and there was nothing she could have done about it. Worse, there would be nothing she would do now, afterwards, either. How would she explain all this?
Ms. Brendan crawled off the bed and walked to the front of it, facing Donna once again. "And? How did your first true ass fuck feel?" she lifted Donna's head by pulling her brunette hair. "Pretty intense wasn't it?"
Donna's face was speaking for itself. She had cried from pain through the whole ordeal, snot was drooling out of her nose, and spit was drooling outside the ball gag.
"Okay, she's pretty subdued now," Ms. Brendan told her driver. "Let's loosen her up so we can double team her."
As the driver went about untying the legs of Donna Ms. Brendan cleaned up her dildo and placed fresh gel on it.
"I'll go into her pussy, you take her ass," she said coldly.
Donna was still in pain as she was repositioned. The cold manner of the two ladies made her fearful. She felt like they could do anything to her, for the first time in her relationship with Ms. Brendan she felt the true debt of how evil Ms. Brendan could be. No comforting words were spoken, no care for her feelings, neither emotionally, nor physically. The way the driver moved her about was rough. Donna felt she was in the hands of some psychos.
"Don't move too much, your muscles have been stretched and are very painful now, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said. "Let us take care of you, just go with the flow, it is the less painful way."
She drank an orange juice as she watched the driver untie Donna hands, and then retie her hands tightly behind her back, causing Donna new discomfort. But her grunting through her gag was to no avail. From her arms behind her back a rope went up to the ceiling lifting her up, so she was forced to sit in a kneeling position, bending forward.
"Spread your legs, so Ms. Brendan can lie between them." The driver ordered as she pulled Donna's legs apart.
"I must be dreaming," Donna thought. "This is so different from the way I have been treated up to now... This is bang!"
Her ass was still in pain, and now she was forced into another uncomfortable position. "Why would she do this to me? I've been cooperating, I've been good..." Yet Donna could not do anything except mumble some complaints, which were silenced by the gag.
Ms. Brendan picked up a short whip, a flogger, consisting of a small handle and several long leather ropes. She tested it in the air a few times, causing chilling whizzing sounds. She smiled evilly at Donna as she walked up to her. The driver behind Donna had finished with the ropes and had also cleaned Donna's face. Donna saw she was putting on a strap-on too. She had a white dildo, of similar size as Ms. Brendan's.
"I hope you are wet and ready, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said as she looked Donna in the eye, knowing it was not the case. She crawled backwards on the bed and positioned herself in between Donna's thighs.
"No time to waist, I need to come, Cutty!" Ms. Brendan said, as she slipped her black dildo into Donna dry pussy. "And you need to work for that."
"HMMMHMHMH!" Donna protested, but she was unable to move away. Her wild movements merely caused her arms to be twisted by the rope from the roof.
Ms. Brendan ignored her as she looked at her driver who came up from behind and pressed against Donna's asshole.
"Fuck no!!" Donna twisted her head back as she had totally forgotten about the driver.
The driver gave her also an evil smirk and pushed forward, merciless.
Donna already in pain now was in sheer agony. Both her holes were filled, and it hurt like hell. She had never been double teamed before. She didn't know how to move, and as she tried, she of course was tied and couldn't move much anyway. In addition, she was dry, and not aroused at all. She was close to a panic attack.
"Fuck me, why, why, oh shit!!" her mind screamed.
The driver started to pump into her ass, which caused her to glide up and down the strap on from Ms. Brendan. The air was filled with the cold grunting of the driver, who really picked up a much faster pace than Ms. Brendan had done before, and Donna who moaned at every trust in her ass, which made her painfully slide up and down the dildo in her pussy.
Ms. Brendan lay rather passively, looking at Donna enjoying the view. The agony on Donna's face, and the large mother breast bouncing on the rhythm of the driver's ass pumping. Donna bucked her head up and down, and had her eyes closed. Her world consisted only of pain right now.
Slowly her pussy became lubricated by her own juices, making the pounding in her pussy less painful. That was the moment Ms. Brendan started to fuck her. Not only that, but she used her flogger to hit the bouncing breasts of Donna above her. Donna with her hands tied behind her back and pinned on the two dildos couldn't do anything against the flogging.
For another half hour she was abused like this. The driver coldly, roughly, fucking her ass, Ms. Brendan fucking her pussy, and flogging her breasts, who turned red from the assault. Just as with her first ass fuck no words were spoken. Ms. Brendan gave Donna only cold, ice cold stares, as she flogged her breasts, making sure every part was inflicted. The grunts in the otherwise silent room were the only proof of the awful ordeal Donna went through. She heard herself making the grunts, she heard the driver grunting in the back of her, she saw the evil smile on Ms. Brendan's face.
And the pain. It just went worse. Even her juices couldn't lubricate her pussy enough to make it go away. Her lips twisted every now and then making it feel as if needles were pushed into her pussy.
Finally, Ms. Brendan came. She grabbed Donna with her left hand by her shoulder and had her eyes closed as she enjoyed her orgasm with a smile. Donna was still ass-fucked by the driver, so she rocked-on on the dildo of Ms. Brendan, increasing her torturer's pleasure.
By that time Dona's breast were whipped raw. They were now a dark red color. No real deep lasting marks were made, but the pain was incredible.
--
The driver pulled Donna up and Ms. Brendan, smiling and exhausted, slowly got up too.
"Ah Cutty, I've been waiting two months to enjoy you like this, more if you knew how long I've noticed you." She said as she sat on the side of the bed. Donna still stood bend over with her arms backwards up towards the sealing, and her legs stretched down. Her head hung down as she was slowly coming back to the living.
"Oh fuck, my ass hurts, my pussy feels like it has been torn apart, and my breast have been whipped raw!" Donna still couldn't really believe this was really happening.
The driver who had hung her high up after the double fuck came back into the room with refreshments for Ms. Brendan.
As Ms. Brendan drank her second juice, she admired the figure of Donna.
"You're very firm and slender for your age, Cutty," she complimented as she looked at the long thin legs, the nice ass, her beautiful belly. Even her breasts, now hanging downwards, were still pretty firm. "The work-out has done wonders."
"Treat her wounds," she simply instructed as she turned and left Donna in the hands of the driver.
The driver started to oil and softly massage Donna's tortured tits. The message helped and Donna quickly felt less pain. But her mind was still in turmoil.
"I've been bangd, I'm in a hotel room with two women who just torture me, abuse me. I'm defenseless, I have to cooperate, I..." she sighed hopelessly, "What will they do to me next? How do I stop them, how do I get out of this situation?"
She felt ashamed and worthless, as she hung helplessly from the ceiling.
After a good 15 minutes of the cooling message Ms. Brendan entered the room again.
"Are we feeling better?" she asked when she stood in front of Donna. "You want to get out of this rather uncomfortable position?"
Donna nodded her head, her arms still stretched backward, up to the ceiling. Her standing on the bed with her legs stretched, and the high heels which didn't gave her much steadiness, was tiresome.
"Good," she signaled the driver who untied her from the ceiling. Donna fell on her knees bend over. She was glad her arms were not turned upwards anymore. Next the driver uncuffed her arms, but only to lock them above her head once again, and in no time she was hooked up to the ceiling again, forced to kneel upright.
"We have been helping you up to now. Now it is time for you to do it on your own."
A small table was positioned beneath her, and Donna was forced to stand on it.
"We'll need a steady underground, Cutty." Ms. Brendan explained. "Stand on your heels and bend down."
Donna did as she was told and felt herself lowering her body onto something thick.
"Yes, that is a dildo, attached to the table. You will fuck yourself on it. To make it easy you can fuck the dildo with your pussy this time. Later you'll ass fuck yourself with it."
Donna looked wide eyed at Ms. Brendan.
"She can't expect me to do this!" she thought, as she felt her legs were locked in chains to the small table. In addition, her waist was locked with a chain to the table too, in such a way that she couldn't get up, and could only pull herself up just above the dildo. She could not move more than a few inches forward or backwards.
"Fuck, I can't hold this position for too long..." Donna understood. She would have to lower herself onto the dildo sooner or later. She was naked except for her high heels, chained above a dildo.
While Ms. Brendan and the driver looked on as Donna fought to maintain her position, but had to slowly give in, and ever so slowly went down on the dildo. First only the tip, but once it was in, she lowered herself until she was resting her ass on her bended legs.
Ms. Brendan admired the view of the lovely housewife sitting on her dildo, legs spread.
"Good, Cutty." she said. "Now go and fuck yourself with the dildo."
Donna looked at her in disbelief. "She is nuts, I won't fuck myself! It still hurts from her bang!"
Ms. Brendan picked up a long whip this time. It looked like a whip they used for horses, it had a long stiff part, and at the end a flexible thin part, ending with a knob.
Before Donna could even wink, she heard a whirling sound followed by a sharp pain on her left breast. Another eerie sound, and yet another sharp pain, this time on her left arm. Next she was hit painfully on her face.
"I will keep on whipping you until you go up and down that dildo, Cutty." Ms. Brendan warned as she sat down on a chair, whipping her again.
The pain was intense. Unlike the previous flogging this one gave a lasting sharp pain, and on top of that Ms. Brendan hit her everywhere, not just her breasts.
Donna gave in after another few blows and pushed herself up. The whipping stopped.
"And down" Ms. Brendan said and whipped her once again.

[hirarandi]

Soon Donna found herself going up and down the dildo. If she slowed down Ms. Brendan would hit her with the whip without mercy. Even if she kept up her pace, she would get a hit every now and then if Ms. Brendan believed she was not enthusiastic enough.
Donna was forced to fuck herself faster and faster. Soon her pussy was reacting to the assault by producing the necessary juices. A sopping sound could be heard mixed with the heavy breathing of Donna. She humped up and down as fast as she could, keeping a scared eye on Ms. Brendan with her whip.
"I want you to come, Cutty." Ms. Brendan said after what seemed hours to Donna. "Or a least convince me you came..." A smirk on the face of Ms. Brendan showed that she did not believe Donna could fake it convincingly.
Donna herself was using her tied up arms by now to push herself up, together with her tired legs. The beautiful housewife was sweating all over.
"Oh fuck, I can't keep it up any longer." Donna thought, "If I slowdown she'll whip me, if I fake it she'll whip me, and I don't feel aroused at all!" she wished she could come on command!
Donna decided to go for the fake option and started to moan as if she got aroused.
"Faking it, aren't we!" Ms. Brendan responded, and the whip came down hard on Donna's right breast. 
Donna stopped acting and frantically started to hump the dildo, trying to stimulate her clit by moving her hip forward and backward as she moved up and down.
"Don't slow down, Cutty," Ms. Brendan remarked and whipped her again a few times.
Soon Donna was really fucking the dildo with vigor, just to stimulate her clit, just to come. Donna hopped up and down, moved her hips forward and backward, and even looked down to find out how she could best stimulate her erotic areas. She finally found a way of bucking up and down and rotating her hips and ass that stimulated her the most. She found out how to rub her G-spot with the large dildo and how to rub her clit on the large shaft as she went up and down. These movements were the ingredients for a very erotic 'dance'. By the lack of whips she knew she was doing a good job, which encouraged her to continue, and as she rubbed faster and faster she did get aroused. 
She decided to close her eyes and pretend that it was Robert fucking her as an ultimate attempt to come. It worked slowly. With the absent of the whips she could block out her real situation, and soon she got into it. She bucked faster and faster, up and down the dildo, her Robert. She moaned through her gag all sweet encouraging words to keep her Robert aroused, to keep him stiff as she usually did. 
Her juices started to flow freely, and she felt the dildo, Robert's dick, was now completely drained in her juices; she was coming! 
Standing on her high heeled shoes, tied, naked, she pulled her head up with her eyes closed and enjoyed her nearing orgasm. She bucked harder and harder, pushing the dildo on her G-spot, rubbing the tip on her clit, and along the shaft as she went down on the fake dick. She pushed her head back and stretched her upper body as she felt she was about to come. She moaned loudly into the gag... and she came. She bucked a few more times, but basically her whole body spasmed, and she just enjoyed the moment, she had completely forgotten her real situation. She was sweating from the intense exercise, breathing heavily, with a nervous smile on her lips. 
She was like that for a long time according to herself. When she opened her eyes, the awful reality was back again. Ms. Brendan and the driver were looking at her, Ms. 
Brendan still holding the long whip. The hotel room, the sunlight, her nakedness...
She hung her head down in defeat.
"Good, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said, "A very, very good show. It took some time, but you managed to convince me you came." She stood up and walked to the naked housewife.
"Who would have thought you had it in you to fuck yourself on a dildo, in front of an audience!" her fingers went down to the exposed pussy of Donna. Donna shuddered as she touched the sensitive clit.
"Here, smell yourself." Ms. Brendan said as she wiped her wet fingers dry underneath the nose of Donna. "You are a real slut at times, Cutty!
"And as you know now you are learning more and more to come on command. You needed some encouragement, but I think next time you'll do it much more willingly. Tell me honestly, you did enjoy your orgasm, didn't you?"
Donna meekly nodded. "No sense in denying it now," she thought, "It must have been quite obvious."
"But you hated the whipping?" Ms. Brendan continued.
Donna nodded again.
"You understand now once again it is better to do as I tell you to, than to try to disobey me?"
Donna nodded again and let her head hang down as a sign of the ultimate submission. She knew she had to do what Ms. Brendan told her to. "At least right now, I have no other option."
"Good." Ms. Brendan said. "Untie her." she instructed the driver.
Thankfully Donna looked at the driver as she untied her. When indicated she got up from her dildo, which made an embarrassing plopping sound as it went out of her pussy, followed by more juices splattering down on it, the slimy juice stretching up to her pussy. Her hands were still tied together but she could walk around and actually was told to.
"A sort of cooling down," Ms. Brendan told her with a wicked smile.
Next, she was instructed to stand in front of Ms. Brendan again, her hands down alongside her body.
"Have a drink, you must be thirsty." Ms. Brendan handed her a glass of water. She eagerly gulped it down and got another one.
"Now you're back to the living, Cutty, please lick yourself clean." Ms. Brendan said.
Donna looked at her and submitted. She was too tired, too exhausted, to fight. And she knew it would be useless anyway.
And so she wiped the slimy juices between her legs on her fingers, and sucked them clean. All while her hands were still tied and standing in front of Ms. Brendan. Ms. Brendan forced her to look her in the eye as she did her disgusting task.
"How does it taste my dear?" she asked.
"Disgusting," Donna thought, "Salty," she said, knowing the answer had to be positive, or neutral at least. "Normally I would throw up doing this, now it is just another one of those things that I had to do this weekend." She thought.
When she was clean enough according to Ms. Brendan, she was told to kneel, and, as expected, told to lick the already wet Ms. Brendan to another orgasm.
By now Donna started to learn what Ms. Brendan liked and did not, so she got Ms. Brendan going very fast. Or it was her previous shows that had heated Ms. Brendan up already.
When Ms. Brendan came, she smeared the face of Donna with her pussy, making sure she had a nice new mascara.
"That was good and fast Cutty," she complimented.
"Thank you, Ms. Brendan."
"Now we are both satisfied, we can continue." She signaled the driver to get ready.
"We are going to have another butt fuck session, this time we try it just with your hands tied behind your back, and no ball gag." She looked Donna in the eye, "Unless you start screaming too loudly of course, in which case the gag returns to its usual place."
"But in that case, we also will punish you severely for disobeying orders." Ms. Brendan said. "So I would, if I were you, really try not to make too much noise..."
Donna hung her head down again, and let the driver put her in position on the bed again. Meekly she bended over and as instructed lifted her ass into the air. Her face was down into the sheets.
"Smart, Cutty," Ms. Brendan said, "But not allowed. I want to see your face at all times. I want you to talk to me and tell me how much you love me, how much you love all that I'm doing for you, how much you love to be butt fucked.
"Trust me, if you concentrate on the talking it will be easier for you ass."
Thus the tied naked Donna humbly complied and looked straight forward at miss Brendan, while her ass was lubricated again.
"Start talking, little bitch." Ms. Brendan said. She picked up her small flogger again.
"Ouch, ouch," Donna said unwillingly, as she opened her mouth to talk. The driver had just inserted another finger in her ass. "The bitch does it on purpose to maximize my incompliance!" Donna thought, as her pain increased.
"It's... kinky," Donna tried again, concentrating hard on just speaking words, not grunts. "What she is doing to me, Ms. Brendan. I... I feel the cold gel inside my ass, I feel her fingers wiggling in the small space."
Another finger entered her ass, forcing her to stop from the pain.
"Don't stop Cutty, don't stop!" Ms. Brendan said, as she started to play with the flogger.
"Oh shit, the pain!" Donna thought. Her eyes were filled with tears once again, as she desperately tried to talk again.
"Hnn... she's a bit rough on me right now..." the displeased look on Ms. Brendan's face was not good, "But.. hnnn... I like it that way!" Donna looked at Ms. Brendan and saw she had saved herself, for the time being.
"I can't wait...until she fucks my ass once again." She tried, and saw Ms. Brendan nodding approvingly. She knew now the type of sentences Ms. Brendan wanted to hear.
"I have to thank you, Ms. Brendan, for this lovely... sexy experience."
"No thanks, Cutty," Ms. Brendan replied. 
"This is what she wants to hear, she wants me to act as if it is the most wonderful experience in my life..." Donna thought, as she felt the fingers leaving her ass to her relief.
"I am still a bit inexperienced in sex, especially in ass-fucking," she continued, "But up to now it has been wonderful!"
She felt the dildo of the driver search for the opening of her ass.
"Help her a little, position the dildo correct, inexperienced slut," Ms. Brendan instructed.
Donna's tied hands stretched, found the dildo, and positioned it against her ass hole.
"And just relax your ass." Ms. Brendan advised.
"Ok, Ms. Brendan," Donna said, as she tried hard to relax her ass
"No, look at me, tell me about Robert, how does he fuck?" Ms. Brendan said.
This humiliated Donna, her face turned red as she thought about her husband. "If he only knew!" her mind wondered.
A flog on her shoulder made her come back to reality.
"I said talk, not think." Ms. Brendan said, as she sat down on her chair in front of Donna
"He is very good." She quickly replied.
"Why?" Ms. Brendan asked.
"He...he is considerate, he can hold up his ejaculation, he knows how to please me, he knows my tender spots..."
At that moment the driver pushed deep into Donna, and although it did hurt like hell, it was less painful as before. "OUGH!" she yelled anyway.
A harsh flog and a stern remark from Ms. Brendan followed: "Watch it with the noise little bitch!
"Now continue the story as you're being ass fucked."
"He...he..." Donna didn't know what to say more, and the driver picked up her pace once again.
"Ouch, he is gentle, and can keep up a fast pace!" she just blurted out.
"He has a big dick?" Ms. Brendan asked
"No, it's average, ouch." Donna replied automatically, she surprised herself with her honest answer.
"Hmm, tell me everything: how much do you fuck with each other, give me all the gory details Cutty. I'm eager to know all about my employee whose wife is having sex with me."
Humiliated Donna told her all the details she could think up, while the driver hammered into her ass. The talking helped as it distracted her from the pain in her ass, though at times she had to let out a yelp as the driver went too deep, too hard.
In what seemed an interrogation lasting ages she answered all and told all of her sexual adventures with her husband. Which were few actually, but they used to be private. 
Next came her experiences with other man when she was younger, she gave out names, addresses, and at last all her own fantasies were told.
Donna couldn't fake answers as that needed her thinking, which was impossible while her ass was on fire. So, she reluctantly decided to tell all, and tell the truth. It came out much easier, and talking, letting go, did relieve her a little bit.
Finally, Ms. Brendan told the driver to stop.
"Thank you, Ms. Brendan," an exhausted Donna said gratefully. She was sweating again, and her back hurt from the awkward position.
"You can sit up now and masturbate for me." Ms. Brendan simply said, as she signaled the driver to untie Donna's hands. Quickly they were tied before her again. The driver handed her a big dildo.
"What are you waiting for?" Ms. Brendan asked as she picked up the phone.
Donna miserably tried to insert the dildo.
"That won't go in like that. You first have to wet yourself and the dildo, Cutty." Ms. Brendan said as she dialed a number.
Donna looked at the big dildo and started to lick it. As she remembered her lesson from yesterday she spit on her fingers, and started to masturbate with them. She surprised herself at how fast her pussy reacted. "It must be all the dildo's that makes me react so fast, it must be a natural reaction to prevent damage." Donna thought, hoped. But wet she was, and after licking the dildo, coating it with her spit, she pushed it inside her.
"If you pull up your legs it will go easier." Ms. Brendan advised.
Donna immediately lifted her legs, tired as she was, but she knew it was an instruction. She rested her high heeled shoes on the side of the bed, giving Ms. Brendan a perfect view of her naked body. One hand was stimulating her clit, the other shove the dildo in and out her vagina. Her stretched pussy easily received the dildo, much to her own surprise.
Ms. Brendan looked on approvingly, to the relief of Donna.
"This isn't so bad," she thought, " I can do this, I've experienced worse."
The driver came from behind and fitted a ball gag in her mouth once again. This made Donna fear the worse, as she knew they are expecting her to scream.
Ms. Brendan meanwhile went into a conversation with the person on the other line. It was a board member of one of her factories, and they were discussing a business strategy for the release of the next product. This as Donna was pumping the dildo in and out her pussy, as Ms. Brendan had a full-frontal view of her debasement. The noise had to be heard on the other side of the line, but Ms. Brendan didn't seem to mind.
Donna quickly built up her heat, and she was nearing a climax.
"One moment, please." Ms. Brendan told the person on the other line. She laid down the phone and picked up the clamps, and before Donna could do anything the clamps were attached to her aroused nipples.
"MMMMHMMM!!" Donna shouted into the gag. The pain was awful. With fearful eyes she looked down at her nipples. Two big clamps with sharp teeth dug deep into the nipple flesh, even causing them to bleed a little. Also, it trapped the blood flow, causing a growing pain as the nipples grew larger as more blood was pushed inside and couldn't go out quick enough.
"I'm back, sorry for the small interruption," Ms. Brendan had picked up the phone and continued her business call. She signaled Donna to continue with her masturbation.
Donna, now in pain, started again to fuck herself with the dildo, but due to the pain her pussy didn't react. She had to pull the dildo out and squat on her fingers and dildo, through her gag, to wet herself. This time her body didn't react so fast, so she frantically was rubbing her pussy. The pain in her nipples was awful.
When she finally started to feel her pussy respond Ms. Brendan was already busy with another call. All the while she barely looked at Donna. Donna herself didn't worry anymore if anyone could hear her masturbating, she just concentrated on getting off as told, in the hope they would release her nipples if she did.
That was why it was all the more frustrating that her body didn't react so fast as she wished. The constant piercing pain was too distracting at times. But eventually she managed to get to the point where her pussy finally responded, and she felt herself heating up once again.
But just when she almost reached her climax once again, Ms. Brendan finished her fourth or fifth phone call and released the clamps. This caused a new wave of pain as the blood rushed through the mutilated nipples.
"MMMMHHM!!" Donna yelled again, as she was distracted from her actions once again. And just like before her whole feeling vanished, and she had to start all over again.
However, now her pain was much less, and subsided slowly, so she could concentrate better on her masturbation, which resulted in her being able to get on with it much faster.
With a watchful eye to Ms. Brendan, for fear she would pick up the clamps again, Donna started to pump the dildo in earnest into her wet pussy. A loud sopping noise could be heard through the room, and Donna knew the other person on the phone would be able to hear it.
"Hello Robert?" Ms. Brendan said rather loud, obviously to get the attention of the masturbating Donna. "It's Ms. Brendan, listen..."
Donna stopped automatically. She didn't want to have her husband hear her sopping noises, nor her squirming into the gag.
Ms. Branden picked up a strong sturdy whip and before Donna could react she hit her several times on her breasts. An intense bold pain went through Donna's body, as it felt as if she was hit with a baseball bet. She screamed through her gag, as tears flew out of her eyes, and snot out of her nose. The driver walked up to her and briskly cleaned her face. 
Ms. Brendan continued talking as she signaled Donna to continue her performance. In pain Donna followed the instruction, but not before her body received several more whips, which Robert heard obviously, and made her scream and cry again.
"... Yes, Donna is busy right now, I am now calling for business." Ms. Brendan went on.
Donna tried to masturbate but the fact that Robert was on the line made it difficult. A few whips on her back from the driver with a flogger forced her to comply anyway. 
"I have no choice..." she thought as she started to pump herself fast, making the sopping noises she hated so much. "They will beat me to death if I don't!" 
"You better focus just on getting yourself off, else we will whip you raw, the pain will be much worse, and you still will have to fuck yourself" the driver whispered in her ear from behind, as she whipped Donna several times.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" Donna thought as she frantically started to work herself with the dildo. She had no choice but to comply, and she rubbed her clit with her hand, looking over her shoulder to see if the driver was going to whip her some more. This in turn made Ms. Brendan whip her with her awful hard whip, as she signaled she had to keep eye contact with her.
"This is mean, sadistic!" Donna thought as tears welled up in her eyes from the harsh pain and humiliation. "Robert will hear what strange things are going on here, how will I explain?"
Yet she continued to masturbate, pumping the dildo in and out, rubbing her clitoris with it as much as possible. She knew how to get herself off now and used it to her 'advantage'.
"Listen Robert, I just had a talk with the board, and the Asia project got the green light," Ms. Brendan continued with Robert now she had eye contact with Donna. "In turn I talked with your boss to ask who would be the best to do the job, and it turned out you are the best option."
Ms. Brendan listened to Robert as she watched his wife hump a dildo in front of her, looking into her eyes as ordered. She returned the humble stare with a cold look.
"... We understand Robert, but this is urgent, and we need to use the momentum. You will leave tomorrow afternoon, after you have transferred all your work to Milton, or whomever Peter tells you to. Next you will fly for two weeks to Singapore, where you will start setting up our new image."

[hirarandi]

Donna finally got herself going again, although staring at Ms. Brendan didn't help. She just blocked out the fact she was talking to Robert and concentrated on getting off. Anything to stop her from getting whipped again.

The sopping noises were getting louder and louder to her embarrassment. "He must hear me, I hope he doesn't recognize the sounds..."
The driver in the meantime started to caress her body and especially her nipples. Donna was happy with that as it meant she could not whip her, and the touching made her hotter too. As the driver gently rubbed her, she, with her eyes locked on Ms. Brendan, neared her orgasm. She felt her ball gag being removed, and she heard herself moan loudly. The fear in her eyes made Ms. Brendan smile.
"... Yes, Robert," she was still discussing Roberts sudden departure, "I will inform Donna right away, I don't think you will see her anymore before you leave, unfortunately, but it is only for two weeks. It is a great opportunity..." 
Donna now frantically tried to keep quiet as she was so close to her orgasm, and the driver was feeling her up so good. She forgot to look at Ms. Brendan, she forgot where she was, and just screamed out her orgasm when it hit her.
"Yes, sorry about that, some girl can't keep it down, though she knows I'm on a business call." Ms. Brendan said still smiling at Donna, who just didn't care anymore. She pumped herself faster during her orgasm, as the driver continued to rub her. Trying to cling on to the blissful feeling. As her orgasm finally faded the driver grabbed her hand holding the dildo and brought it to her mouth. Without hesitation she started to lick it clean and sucked it. All the while she moaned loudly, lost in her own world.
"... that's settled than, you arrange everything with Peter, and when in Asia keep me informed on a daily basis..." Ms. Brendan said with a raised voice to overcome the noise of Donna. Robert replied something "...Don't worry, Peter will give you all info needed, and you will be supported by the American offices, if not, contact me immediately." Ms. Brendan smiled friendly at the exhausted sucking Donna. 
Robert said something again. "Ok, will do, you just start packing, and congratulations, don't disappoint me!" She finally hung up.
Donna was relieved, but also beyond caring. She was just tired, her body ached and tingled at the same time. She had lost her will power.
"Very good, Cutty," Ms. Brendan complimented her. "I think you are getting yourself off faster and faster, despite the hurdles we set up."
Donna just nodded weekly.
"Get her cleaned for her next ordeal." Ms. Brendan told the driver, as she picked up her phone again and continued with her business. The driver took the humble Donna and guided her to the shower. There Donna was bathed thoroughly. The driver washed her everywhere and especially in her private parts. The humiliated Donna just let it happen.
Next, she was dried and told to sit in front of the mirror, where the driver applied make up, and brushed her long hair. Actually, the treatment helped Donna get to her senses again, especially when she was massaged with a soft balsam, making her tortured skin feel so much better.
A thankful and born-again Donna followed the driver out of the bathroom and onto the bed again.
"I will give you another enema," The driver spoke. "Keep still, keep your ass up, and hold it in when I remove the tube afterwards. Put your butt plug in and then walk with me to the bathroom where you can relief yourself."
Donna reluctantly did as she was told. Naked on her hands and knees on the bed she pressed her breast on the bed, so her ass was turned upwards as much as possible. 
"Bend your back also when you are in this position." The driver instructed, and Donna complied.
"When will this end?" she thought as she felt the tube being inserted, much easier this time, and next felt the liquid streaming slowly into her bowels.
As she lay on the bed with her ass up in the air the driver arranged her next torture. Ms. Brendan was still calling her business associates. 
After what seemed hours the tube was removed, and Donna, as instructed inserted her butt plug. She was lead to the toilet, where she released the liquid. The disgusting sounds, acts, humiliated Donna deeply. She was now regaining her composure but felt broken. She didn't had the guts to object to anything they would have her do.
"How will I get out of this?" she could only think. But no solution came to her mind.
Totally cleaned she was lead inside the room again. It was getting dark outside she noticed as she looked through the window.
Ms. Brendan had finished her calls and was eating a sandwich. This reminded Donna she was hungry too.
"No food yet for you, Cutty," Ms. Brendan smiled as she saw the hungry look on Donna's face. "We just cleaned you're bowels, so we got to use them before we fill it up with food again."
She let the naked Donna wait in front of her, while she finished eating.
"Ok," she finally said, licking her fingers demonstratively, "Now here is what we'll do now," She looked Donna in the eye. "You will turn around, bend over, spread your legs, and ask me to fuck you in the ass, deep and hard." Donna shuddered at the thought of being ass fucked again. 
"However, that's not all," Ms. Brendan continued. "When bend over, you will lick the driver's pussy. As a relief for yourself you must rub your own pussy. We will stop when you come, however, the driver must too, at the exact same time. So, if you come too fast you will have to come again before we stop." 
Donna nodded, "Yes Ms. Brendan." and she turned around.
"How come I just comply? What happened to my will power?" she cursed herself for her weakness. "But if I object, I will only make it worse, now it is not the time to rebel." She convinced herself, as she bent over and placed her hands on the bed.
Her pretty face was in front of the pussy of the driver, and she saw for the first time the piercing she had. "Awful!" she thought, "This must hurt all the time! If I compare it with my sensitive clit..." Which reminded her to rub herself.
"P-please, Ms. Brendan" she said meekly.
"Yes Cutty?"
"Please, Ms. Brendan, please fuck me in my ass." Donna said humiliated. After all she went through she still found this extremely humiliating. However she knew she had to comply. "Please?"
"Ok, Cutty, I will. You just start without me." Ms. Brendan replied.
Donna slowly started to lick the pussy in front of her and tried to relax her ass. She waited for the moment her pain would begin. The rubbing of her lips and clit soon had the desired effect, with some spit as she was taught, and soon she found herself licking the driver and masturbating in front of Ms. Brendan.
"What is she waiting for?" Donna thought while still concentrated on her work. Soon the driver's pussy was responding, and the blond pussy juiced up nicely. She knew she was doing a good job. Meanwhile she fingered herself to a horny state and she started to feel aroused again, to her own shame.
That's when Ms. Brendan placed her strap on against her ass hole. 
"She was waiting for me to be turned on," Donna understood. She frantically started to masturbate faster, as she knew that would at least give her some distraction to the pain to come. 
Ms. Brendan smiled down on the bend over housewife, and slowly entered the dildo into the little hole she held up to her.
Donna grunted, and wiggled her ass, but Ms. Brendan noticed she did not really put up a fight anymore. Actually, Donna was very cooperative: she rubbed herself faster, and licked the driver more intensely, as to muffle her own screams. Ms. Brendan therefor enjoyed humiliating Donna some more by penetrating her ass agonizingly slow. She loved the way Donna reacted to the pain by indulging herself into the sex act.
Donna from her side only tried to forget the pain. She rubbed her lips and clit, knowing she had to come, and she licked the driver's pussy as she had to come too. 
However, the driver turned out to be not that easily aroused. For Donna it felt like ages until finally some juices were coating the lips and clit of the driver. She tried everything to get the woman aroused, but nothing really worked. And all the while her ass got fucked persistently, as after the initial slow penetration Ms. Brendan had picked up a regular speed and was now pounding away. It was a constant pain for Donna, a constant distraction. Yet she was already on the verge of an orgasm, despite the pain. And when the driver didn't come fast enough, she just decided to relief herself, as a way to momentarily get rid of the pain. 
"Good Cutty, a nice come." Ms. Brendan said as she felt Donna spasm underneath her. "Let me help you enjoy it a little more." and she pounded extra hard and rough into 
Donna's ass, causing her to scream into the pussy of the driver. The driver expertly muffled the sounds by pushing her pussy hard onto the face of Donna.
"Fuck me, fuck why?" Donna screamed into the pussy, as her body was rocked with the mixture of pleasure and awful pain. She felt her body react violently and she lost control and fell limp for a while. Her ass spasmed, her pussy spasmed, her whole body shook.
"Ooooooh..." Donna just moaned.
When she came back to the living, she still felt Ms. Brendan fucking her in her ass, and the driver was still riding her face.
"Oh, shit." Donna thought as she felt her body come back to her, including the pain. "Please come, please come!" she wished silently as she started licking the drivers lips once again.
She worked for ages on the pussy of the driver, and slowly achieved results. She herself was easily aroused again, and before she knew it she came again by her own fingering. This continued for a while; she eagerly worked herself to another orgasm, as it alleviated her from the pain of the ass fuck, be it only for a short while, she would fell limp, would wake up and would starte to lick again as she fingered herself.
She was extremely frustrated the driver took so long to react on her tongue. To her luck her ass was getting numb in the process, or her body just got used to the pain in her ass. She came several times more before the driver finally really got going.
And as she expertly timed her own orgasm, she felt the driver rock hard on her face as the driver had her orgasm. Ms. Brendan at the same time finished up her ass fuck with some intense hard pumping. The pain of it didn't bother Donna anymore, she just ignored it as she worked herself quickly to an orgasm. She felt the driver get off her face as Donna saw her pussy spasm one more time, and Donna felt her ass being freed from the dildo.
"Good work, Cutty," she heard an exhausted Ms. Brendan say. "You came like a rabbit!"
Ashamed Donna just enjoyed her latest orgasm and the fact her ass was empty again. She lay bend over the bed, head in the sheets, moaning loudly, her ass up in the air, her legs a little bended with the knees against the bed. Her hands rubbed her worn out pussy gently to enjoy her own orgasm afterglow a little bit better.
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After a while she felt herself being turned and tied again.
"Open up," Ms. Brendan said as Donna opened her eyes. A ball gag was inserted again. The driver tied her down on the bed. They took their time in really securing her to the bed this time. When they were finished she hardly could move and was spread eagle on the bed.
"This is just for you to enjoy yourself some more," Ms. Brendan said as she smiled down on the exhausted helpless housewife, and inserted a big red vibrator, and turned it on. It wasn't that big and Donna felt not too uncomfortable with it. It had a thick part which rubbed her sensitive clit too, which was a bit annoying. But she was happy her ass was getting a rest. 
"Cutty, let me explain myself once again." Ms. Brendan said as she positioned herself on the bed, next to Donna's naked body. "I love women, as you know," she stroke Donna's body as she said this. "But I have, as you have found out by now, I think, some rather strange tastes with respect to sex."
Donna looked at Ms. Brendan, as she saw the driver collect some rather frightening tools.
"I love control." Ms. Brendan said as she let her hand drift over Donna's body "I crave control during sex. Foreplay for me is controlling, submitting my partner, or partners."
"When you lick me..." Ms. Brendan looked her in the eye, "... I come best when I see your humiliated face. I love it when I see you submit against my will. And so, I want to control you more and more, as we go on. 
"Better, I will control you more and more." she corrected herself "You understand there is nothing you can do about that?"
Donna nodded. She understood but didn't like it.
"Will you submit, humiliate yourself, just for me?" 
Donna nodded, she was getting nervous as the driver placed a tray next to Ms. Brendan.
Ms. Brendan picked up a bottle and some cotton.
"I will mark you as my girlfriend now," she said. "As one of my many girlfriends. I will give you my trade mark, a belly piercing."
Donna shook vehemently no, "Fuck, no, no piercing!" She screamed in her mind. She detested the modern fashion with all women sporting piercings, especially in their bellies. She had forbidden her daughters, especially Julie, to pierce their body on numerous occasions. She allowed one hole in the ear, but that was it. "How will I explain them I am having a piercing myself?" Donna thought feverishly.
"No? You don't want no piercing?" Ms. Brendan said in a mocking voice. She picked up some clamps and pinned them on Donna's exposed nipples. The sharp pain made Donna freeze. She begged Ms. Brendan to stop the pain, but all Ms. Brendan did was pick up a flogger with several mean looking thin ropes. Before Donna could do anything, she was being flogged hard and painfully. The thin ropes left angry red stripes on her belly, breasts, thighs, and even her pussy was not spared.
"I'll ask again." Ms. Brendan said, and Donna understood "You want a piercing, one that shows you being my girlfriend?"
The driver unbuckled the ball gag so Donna could answer.
"Aoooooow, Yes, yes Ms. Brendan" the tortured Donna replied. Her nipples hurt from the evil clamps, her upper body felt like it was set to fire, and her pussy was getting more and more painful too.
"Yes what, Cutty?" Ms. Brendan said as she looked at the whip in her hands. 
"Yes, Ms. Brendan, please pierce me, please, please!"
"Okay, swallow the gag again, it's gonna hurt a little and I don't want to have you wake up the whole hotel." she replied simply.
Donna eagerly swallowed the gag. She noticed the clamps were not removed, but at least she wasn't whipped anymore. She lifted her head to look at her body. She saw the angry red stripes and knew these wouldn't go away that easily. These would hurt her for a few days at least.
Ms. Brendan picked up the bottle with alcohol once again, and cleaned Donna's belly.
"As much as I love control, I like a good fight too. So by all means, struggle against my influence on you, as it will make me enjoy my eventual control over you so much more." She looked at the terrified Donna with an evil smile "And it will cause you so much more pain and trouble, as you have noticed.
"Donna, I have big plans for you." She continued as she put away the bottle and cotton "You are smart, have a loving family, have everything going for you, even a job by now." Donna didn't listen anymore, she saw the needle in the hands of Ms. Brendan.
"People will wonder why you did what you will be doing," Ms. Brendan continued, ignoring Donna's struggles. "But I will know why, because I controlled you, and you did everything because I told you to. You will see, in time you will obey me in everything, and once you do, life will be so much easier for you..." Donna felt the pain in her belly as the needle went through her skin. Ms. Brendan just went on with her monologue, "... not too easy, I'm afraid. It will be very humiliating at times. But if you follow my rules, my control..." the needle was through the skin now, Donna felt it poking out on both sides "... you'll might even learn somethings. You will do things you never thought were possible. You will love me for it..." she picked up a piece of jewelry "... and if not, you will pretend convincingly you do. All my girlfriends love me, and if I feel they do not, I make them love me all over again."
Donna just shrugged as her belly was pierced. She felt the needle leave her body, some burning pain, and next the jewelry was inserted.
"Done." Ms. Brendan sat up straight "It will be a little bit sensitive for a while, but don't worry, you can handle that." She signaled the driver to remove the gag.
"Thank you," Donna sighed at the driver, as she could now breathe freely again.
"So, tell me Cutty, what is it going to be?" Ms. Brendan looked at Donna with an authoritative smile.
"What does she want from me now?" Donna thought, as she had missed Ms. Brendan's whole monologue due to the painful piercing.
"Will you let me control you from now on? Will you love me more than anything?"
"Yes, Ms. Brendan," Donna replied.
"Not convincingly enough," Ms. Brendan said, and she picked up the large whip and slashed it down on the naked body of Donna. The driver at the head of Donna inserted the ball gag just in time.
"Tell me again..." Ms. Brendan said, as the driver removed the ball gag after the whipping.
"Owwwww, owwwww," Donna moaned softly as her whole upper body ached.
"... No please, Ms. Brendan, please no more," Donna said as she saw Ms. Brendan lifting the whip again. 
"Well?"
"...I will love you, I will obey, please don't hit me anymore, please, it hurts!" Donna begged.
Ms. Brendan slashed down on her again, as the gag was inserted.
"Tell me!" Ms. Brendan said.
"I love you, I only love you!! Please Ms. Brendan, believe me, please!" a terrified Donna screamed. "I'll do anything, anything for you!"
This interrogation was repeated several times, before Ms. Brendan was convinced. She left to the other rooms, and let the driver take care of the tied up whipped housewife.
The driver placed some ointments on her body, which softened the pain somewhat, and then left her also alone to her own thoughts. After she turned on the vibrator in her pussy. However, the exhausted Donna didn't feel it so much, she just fell asleep immediately.