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Cutty
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Chapter 42 - The Shoot




Donna had completely forgotten about the Pictures! Robert had been furious with her. He didn’t want those explicit sex scenes to be viewed by the whole world. Of course; she didn’t want that either. How could Ms Brendan have been so cruel by posting those pictures on the net? Especially as she is satisfied with her efforts?




“And you wanted to do something about that, right?” Ms Brendan took a bottle of champagne and filled two glasses. She looked at Donna intently.




“Yes, Ms Brendan, please…?” Donna begged, knowing that only Ms Brendan could help her now. Ms. Brendan was the one that had hooked her up with the damn phone. She was the one that had arranged for it to be linked to the world wide web. As usual, Ms. Brendan was the one in control. All Donna could do was plead for mercy and Donna knew that was what Ms. Brendan expected from her now.




Ms. Brendan placed a document in front of Donna, or more accurately - just below her exposed vagina - while at the same time offering Donna a glass of champagne.




“We called with the company that's named on this receipt. They're the ones who set up the Internet connection for everyone who bought that special phone in that store.” Ms Brendan explained, "but you are the first one to upload nothing but porn.”




Donna shifted uneasily, sensing another catch was on its way. The receipt had told her nothing, even though her signature was somehow on it. When did they made her sign it? Or were they forging her signature now? And if they were, what else had they used her signature to do? Or make it seem that Donna had done? This was all just too sick to be true.




“Cheers, Cutty,” Ms. Brendan said as she raised her glass of champagne and took a sip. Ms. Brendan acted as if nothing special was going on and Donna hated that. Donna knew Ms Brendan was toying with her, humiliating her. But Donna also knew that she had no choice in the matter; she just had to play along. And so she raised her glass too and took a large sip. Donna could use the alcohol anyway as a way to cope with her feelings and what looked like a hopeless situation.




“We have contacted the Internet provider today to discuss the best way out of this,” Ms Brendan said, “but I have to tell you that they were not at all happy with the way you recklessly loaded their site with your porn. Children visit their sites, you know. As well as parents. They're very angry.”




Donna finished the champagne, trying to see a way out. Fear swept over her as she worried about the implications. If angry parents started to sue her actions would became public and things would get very messy very quickly. They would be ruined and her whole family would be disgraced. The pictures and films showed her having consensual sex. It would be impossible to proof she was forced to do it. If his face was in the pictures, Robert would be involved too and ruined as well as some kind of sex deviant. He would be a laughing stock in the business world; his career over. No, they wouldn’t stand a chance.




Worse, she had to admit to herself that she would be outraged too if someone allowed her daughters to see that kind of filth. She could understand everyone who would sue; she would too, for sure. They would want her arrested and then there would be all those horrible lawsuits. It would be a circus.




“Have another one.” Ms. Brendan poured Donna another champagne. “I see that you understand the trouble you've got yourself in.”




Donna grabbed the new glass and gulped it down. Oh yes, she did. She most certainly understod the terrible trouble that they got her into. She only wondered how they would pull this off without exposing themselves, but knowing them she feared they had thought about that too.




So donna begged again “Please, Ms Brendan, please help me.”




Donna knew that they had already arranged something for her. But she also knew from past experience that if she did not cooperate, did not play her part perfectly, they would make things worse. So Donna had to play along and beg, begging for help from the very ones who had made her so helpless.




“You can help yourself.” Ms. Brendan replied with a faint smile. “We spoke with them and it seems that they aren’t so innocent themselves. The website has an adult section. Since they own the copyright to all pictures posted, whether normal or filthy, they simply moved your pornography to the x-rated section.”




“But others could still see them!” Donna said, as she held out her glass for more tranquilizing champagne. “I want them removed! Please, please, Ms. Brendan, help me.”




Donna had stopped acting; she was honestly terrified. If those pictures got out, her kinky new life style would become public. Donna was under no doubt that Ms. Brendan was evil enough to let that happen. Is that what she really wanted to do?




All Donna could hope for was that Ms. Brendan or the website owners would offer her a way out. A way out she could live with.




Ms. Brendan filled Donna’s glass once more as she continued. “That is a possibility," Ms. Brendan agreed. "You can ask them yourself. But remember; they have the copyrights. You're therefore in a difficult spot. They can ask for a lot of money for your personal pictures.”




Donna took another large sip out of sheer frustration.




“Careful, you’ll get drunk and you’ll need to focus for what you’ll need to do now,” Ms Brendan warned.




Puzzled, Donna looked at Ms. Brendan, who ignored her and started to stroke Donna’s exposed pussy, making Donna still more nervous. Acquiescing, Donna spread her legs widely and let a sexy, leering smile cross her face. The damn training showing itself again.




“They wanted to talk with you. They liked the pictures and hinted that they want some more. That’s why you’re made up like this.” Ms Brendan explained.




Ms. Brendan’s finger trailed Donna's nether lips and then upwards to her navel. Donna felled the itch return again and her vagina getting moist. She took another sip of champagne, trying to distract herself and forget her body’s conditioned reactions.




"They wanted better ones. As a trade, they said. It's straight blackmail if you ask me.” Ms. Brendan continued as she looked at Donna, a sarcastic smile on her lips. “So you’ll call them and try to negotiate a deal with them. Maybe you can pay them off,or maybe you fall into their hands. That's all up to you. But I think you’re capable of arranging a deal that works best for all involved. I wouldn’t have hired you to work for me if I didn’t think you had enough business acumen to deal with complex situations like this.”




Ms Brendan sat back on the couch as she inspected the beautiful creature on display in front of her. “See it as a test. If you get a good deal, if you impress me, it will for sure benefit you in your job… in all of your jobs.”




Donna smiled as she had been trained and posed by jutting her breasts and vagina forward to entice the closely-watching Ms. Brendan. Her mind meanwhile ran in overtime as she tried to cope with the situation at hand. They wanted to blackmail her? They had the rights to her personal pictures? They wanted more pictures of her?




Ms. Brendan let Donna figure out her options for a few moments as she calmly sipped her champagne. Her stern look made sure Donna maintained her sexy pose on the table, increasing Donna’s frustration. The squatting position was starting to hurt. But more annoying was the contradiction of the situation. To pose like a silly bimbo, while having to be the smart business women at the same time. It was so humiliating. And that, Donna knew, was the whole idea behind her situation.




When Ms Brendan had enough of the view, she dialed a number on her cell and gave it to Donna. As the phone rang, she gave Donna her last instructions “As you negotiate with them, Cutty, remember who you really are, remember to impress.”




Donna looked at Ms. Brendan intensely as her words sank in. She knew what Ms. Brendan meant and what it entailed for her.




"All they need to do is remove the pictures from the damn website and break the fucking link to my phone," Donna fumed. "But that won’t be easy with all the rules and constraints given to me. Damn this bitch! Damn my situation!"




“Hello?” A sleepy male voice sounded through the speaker of Ms. Brendan's cell below her, bringing Donna back to the business at hand…




Ms. Brendan gestured for Donna to answer. “... and be polite…”




“Hello, ehmmm, this is Donna Alldring, I called with respect to my pictures that I wanted to have removed from your site,” Donna found herself speaking down to the phone, resting just below her bare vagina.




“Oh yeah, I had asked for you to call me later.” The man continued as he yawned into the phone. “Sorry, but I’ve had a long day…. Ok, so what did you decide?”




“Well, Mr....”




“Ralph Watson.”




“Well, Mr Watson, how about removing the pictures and break off the link with my phone?” Donna cut to the chase, pushing herself to put up her business image. That was rather difficult when she was looking down to the cell phone, seeing her skimpy attire, her painted wet vagina, lips curled outward by Ms. Brendan’s recent fondling.




The voice on the other side laughed.




“Wait a moment… I need to explain myself again, I think,” the man said. “As I told your friends already, those pictures and films are our property. You agreed to that when you signed the contract. We offered you the discount on service and you gave us permission to use any picture or video clip you uploaded as we see fit. It was meant so that we could publicize the pictures our clients post as part of a web ‘culture’ project. Everybody would see each others pictures so they learned more about their own community. We clearly stated that on our web site and on the papers you signed when you bought the phone. You actually violated the rules by posting porn. We have been most displeased with that, to say the least.”




Donna heard the sarcasm in his voice. This was not going to be easy.




“So,” the man continued, “when we heard from your friends about the explicit pictures, we quickly took them and placed them in our adults-only section. Safely away from the younger eyes but still available for adults who want to pay for special content.. We figured it was our right to make money out of them anyway, given the problems you caused for us. And as we hold the copyrights...”




“Now we liked what we saw, even if the quality was not so good overall. And we figure you owe us still because people are threatening to sue us as the result of what you have done. We told your friend we wanted more pictures and film from you. To pay for the upcoming expenses. But this time, we expect real quality; we want you to become one of our featured models. For our MILF section.”




Donna was surprised by the blunt blackmail.




“No way,” she answered “If you blackmail me like this, I’ll go to the police and you’ll spent the rest of your days in jail!”




“Be polite!” Ms. Brendan quietly warned the trapped housewife.




Donna nodded and added a humble “Mr Watson” as she awaited the man’s response. Donna had to keep calm and focus on her options. She shifted a bit to avoid cramping due to her squatting position.




“Together with you, most likely," the man replied to her threat. “as we’ll sue your ass for putting porn on a family web site. We have numerous official complaints that we hope we can pay off with a small amount. But if you sue us for blackmail, we let them sue us, and just give them the proof that you are the sole person responsible. That would make you not only bankrupt for the rest of your life, but would also put you and your husband in prison for showing porn to children. No lady, I wouldn’t advise you to do that.”




“And by the way, you are a big slut anyway. You like to take pictures of yourself; you love to expose yourself. Don’t lie about that, the pictures and movies speak for themselves. You can’t fake that. So we're just offering you a nice way to do what you love to do, just a bit more professionally and for real money.”




“Mr Watson,” Donna tried, “let’s make a deal.”




“The deal, Donna, is you make porn pictures for us on a regular basis, if they sell.” The man interrupted “And if they don’t we’ll sue your ass for the porn you already made and distributed illegally on our site.”




“Well, than you might as well start suing me, Mr Watson,” Donna replied calmly. She was getting the hang of this conversation. “You are offering me nothing that works to my advantage. I propose something different. Something we both can live with.” Donna looked at Ms Brendan and thought about the person that Ms. Brendan expected her to be.




“I am a bit of an exhibitionist, it's true, Mr Watson, and I do want to make pictures. But I want to make them available to a select clientele only.” The smile and nod from Ms Brendan told Donna that she approved of Donna’s reply.




“I was thinking of a private web site - just featuring me - with paying costumers and you taking 10% of the money.”




“Too little, Donna, way too little,” the man replied. “We need at least the amount we’ll be sued for. We won’t pay a dime for that. Apart from that, we need a certain minimal amount a year, or else we won’t make any money off of you. And for that, we need proof. We need to see some truly magnificent pictures of you to seal the deal. Pictures or movies that prove you’ll make us lots of money..”




Donna could understand the request. She gave Ms. Brendan an annoyed look but only for a split second. She couldn’t let Ms. Brendan get mad at her now but the set up was so obvious. This man was just another friend of hers. They were probably laughing at her despite their straight faces. They probably enjoyed her humiliation.. And she couldn’t do anything about it, except going along.




Ms Brendan for her part smiled wickedly and pointed to the Asian girl, who held up a sophisticated camera. Donna looked at the girl, understanding her predicament.




“Well?” The man pushed on.




“I can give you some samples, Mr Watson,” Donna sighed, surrendering to her situation.




“And I want pictures of you fucking and more on a regular basis. Updates twice a week. We need you to make a reasonable turn over and t in our experience that's the bare minimum”




Donna thought about her latest agreement with Ms. Brendan and knew that could pose a problem. “I only do solo shoots, Mr Watson. My husband or any other man won’t be involved. Those pictures you have were meant for our personal use only.”




“Then we can’t reach a deal. I mean .. solo shoots? it is just not kinky enough these days,” the man said. “These days they want to see a MILF like you taken up the ass by a big black man with a fat cock. That kind of picture sells. Big time!”




“No way, Mr Watson,” Donna said decisively. “No man can be involved. We can do some woman-on-woman stuff but that is as far as it goes.”




“Old lesbians don’t sell. Unless you want to involve your daughters. I heard you have two beautiful kids. That would make money for sure and get you out of your financial problems in no time.”




Donna was appalled by how depraved this Ralph Watson was.. To even consider her daughters for these kind of shoots was so despicable. What was even more worrying was that Ms. Brendan had mentioned her daughters to this creep. How else could he have known about her daughters?




Now she again noticed how thorough Ms Brendan and Ninon were in their schemes. They were always steps ahead of her, for example now as she had to agree to whatever filth this creep might come up with. If she didn’t she would be disgraced and financially destroyed. And if she fought them harder, who knew what Ms. Brendan might do? After all, there was still poor Vivian ....




“My daughters are off limits, Mr Watson. Don’t even think about that again.” Donna replied sternly, making sure he understood he had gone too far. “As far as the old lesbians don’t sell. I look great, and I ...” Donna had to think of something quick, something that would sell for sure. “… I can do shots with other women… with some role play… with some submission, you know bondage, S&M, latex, really kinky stuff.”




“That might work,” the man conceded, not sounding too convinced.




“That’s about the best I can do for now,” Donna assured him. “I get a private web site where I can entertain my ‘guests’. With pictures, chat options and slots of goodies. And there will be a S&M theme to keep it hot.”




“How far are you willing to go with the S&M?” the man inquired. “If it's just dressing up and some lame bondage…”




Donna looked at Ms Brendan, who gestured again at the Asian girl, who now sported a whip too, and pulled a bit at her leash.




“I’ll show you in the try-out shoot.” Donna replied, understanding Ms. Brendan's offer. “Don’t you worry, it won’t be lame.”




Donna felt so low again. She was so completely controlled. So easily played with. She was acting precisely as they wanted her to. Donna had followed their path to the letter. She hadn't been able to figure out how to do anything else. Every other option just seemed worse.




“Still, I want our expenses covered. Anything we need to pay because of your illegal porn is your responsibility and will be paid before you make any money. Next, we subtract an fixed amount a year for maintaining the site," the men said. “And that's only if the test pictures and film that I receive from you are great. And I do mean ‘Great’.”




“If the pictures impress you - and they will - I want my private pictures removed,.” Donna bargained.




“Okay,” the man agreed. “Ok, it’s a deal. And when do I get these impressive pictures?”




“ASAP,” Donna answered, again looking at the Asian girl next to her “I’ll work on them right away.”




“I’ll send you our standard contract, with the amounts we discussed. I’ll also send you a liability form in which you claim sole responsibility for the porn pictures and films posted. The contract will include a minimum amount of pictures and films per week, and a proposed schedule for the web-log which you must attend to talk to your clients. Send the signed papers together with the test pictures and movies back to me. If we like them, you’ll get back our signed copy of the contract.”




Donna thought about it. This deal was the best that she was likely to get, given the circumstances. She didn’t have a clue what fair prices were for maintenance of web-sites or, more precisely, porn web-sites. Maybe it was okay but there was no way to know and somehow she doubted that any of it fair.




“Okay, we have a deal,” Donna agreed.




“Then that’s settled. Nice view you’re giving me by the way. I must admit it helped you to make your point.” The man said jokingly as he hung up.




Donna wondered what he meant, until she saw her own cell below her, laying right underneath her. It filmed her wet lips and her ass hovering above it. How long had he been looking at her like that? She turned red with shame, as she understood the man must have thought she had placed it herself. To show him her body, to sell herself as a true hot slut.




“I knew that would help you close the deal, Cutty.” Ms. Brendan said with her ever present evil smile. “And don’t you be shy now. He will see a lot more of you and in much more detail in the coming months.”




Donna hung her head in utter defeat as she measured how much worse things had just become. The Asian girl tugged on Donna's leash, dragging her back into reality. Donna was pulled off the table and made to stand. She trailed behind absentmindedly, her training making sure that she stood at attention automatically.




“Come, let’s do the shoot before we eat.” Ms Brendan said as she got up too.




With that, Donna was pulled to the training room. As they passed the famous wall with pictures, she couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before her picture would also be hanging there. It was clear to her that it would be soon now. She was already going to a photo shoot, and in the coming weeks and months, there would be more, many more pictures taken of her. She looked with fear at the raunchy pictures and smiling faces. How different each woman on the wall looked to her now. Had she first been appalled by the women in the pictures freely exposing their private parts, now she understood what had made them do it. Each and every one of them had probably gone through the same experiences as Donna had. She now could really see through the fake smiles, no matter how vivid they seemed. It was awful! It made the wall a grim view into the dark world Ms Brendan and her peers controlled.




"How long has Ms Brendan been doing this to helpless women?" Donna wondered to herself as she followed the small Asian girl ahead of her. "How many women has she under her control? And how could she ever escape if all these women before her failed?”




The last picture that caught her attention was one of a petite woman, bent over and being taken from behind by an ugly black muscular man. Both were smiling at the camera but the small women was obviously in great discomfort, her pain clear in her distorted face. Still even that picture was hand-signed: “Thank you so much, Ms. Brendan...Sylvie xxx”. Donna could almost feel the humiliation of the poor woman. Forced to be fucked by a big black man, forced to pose for the camera while she was being abused, and than to smile and say thank you...




A very disturbed Donna walked into the gym where everything was already set up for her first, "very own" porn shoot. The next step in her very own downfall.




"We'll start with some pictures of you both fully dressed and work up from there until you're being flogged and fucked by a strap on.” Ms Brendan said matter-of-factly. “That should convince them that you have great potential.”




Donna didn’t know what to say. She knew that she had to do as Ms. Brendan said. And she knew that she needed to impress her new blackmailers. But she also knew that she was about to take a crucial, next step in her submission. Donna was about to expose herself freely as some porn slut to an unknown audience. An unknown but large audience, she feared.




Luckily, the champagne had started to work. The haziness in her head felt good; it was a welcome escape from the harsh reality. Donna smiled, she wanted, needed more champagne!




The Asian girl positioned the slightly dazed Donna in the center of the set and took some lighting measurements. Ms. Brendan busied herself, checking each camera. There was even a digital movie camera, Donna saw. Again the realization of what she was about to do popped into her mind. She wanted to run, wanted to scream, but knew that she wouldn’t do anything of the kind. Donna knew she would expose herself to the world as a kinky sex object. She knew these pictures would soon be seen by strangers. Stranger would even pay to see them, and she was charging them for the privilege. After this session, there would never be a way back to her old life anymore. These pictures, this ‘job’, would haunt her forever.




But to rebel was just not an option. Not now, not with the new threat, the new blackmail. Donna reminded herself that Vivian’s death was only a few days ago. Told herself how cruel these people were. How much her family was in danger. She just didn’t have an answer to their actions now. She had to go along, no matter how much she hated it.



“Now, let’s right in one take, please. Cutty, your make up is perfect. You’re nicely oiled and you’re already wet too. The lightning in this room is perfectly set. I can’t see anything going wrong. Remember we want to impress, so it must look professional. And we don’t have time to touch up the pictures too much, so no smearing of the make-up please. And don’t forget the diamond in your teeth. Lots of smiles, let's see the sparkle. That should look great on film.”




Donna smiled her special smile which she knew exposed the glimmering diamond. She watched the Asian girl walk up to her from the circle of cameras, screens, lighting beams, and pick up the free dangling leash. Donna noticed herself smile meekly at the girl. Noticed herself pose and get ready for the start of the shoot. Her heart beat quickly now; she was extremely nervous.




“Ok, let's begin, shall we? Donna, follow my instructions to the letter and things will be just fine.” When she saw that the two women were ready, Ms. Brendan gave a sharp nod of the head. “Smile!”




Donna automatically did. The Asian girl pulled her leash and looked vicious at the camera; then, at Donna. Donna for her part smiled submissively or just looked scared, following Ms. Brendan's off-screen directions. The room filled with the flashes of the various cameras. The lighting lit her skin and clothes in flattering ways. At times, screens were adjusted so that Donna was illuminated to her best advantage. She was instructed to look straight into different cameras at different times, to perfect her poses, even if ever so slightly, in order to make the pictures come out better.



Some times, the Asian girl walked out of the picture frame to fetch a camera herself in order to take pictures on her own from a close-up angle. From the view point of the dominatrix. The girl didn’t verbally instructed Donna but instead pulled her around by the leash and used the whip as a prod to position Donna the way she wanted. The result was the same every time. Donna perfected each pose until her ‘Mistress’ was satisfied and next the moment was memorized forever in digital pictures.




“I want you to learn how to pose perfectly for a shoot. How to show yourself off at your best. That’s why I’m drilling you so hard, Cutty. If you follow my instructions to the letter, you'll come out at your best on film. You’ll see. With or without clothing.”




And Donna did exactly as instructed. Each pose was repeated a few times so that Donna could practice and learn it by heart. As the shoot progressed, Donna was enthusiastically cheered on by Ms. Brendan and these compliments, together with the alcohol, helped Donna work herself into the right mindset for what she was doing. As her body actively participated and tried hard to please the demanding Ms Brendan, her conscious mind slipped into a kind of trance, watching but not involved.



Some part of her even felt proud as Ms Brendan remarked at how great Donna was doing, how good she looked, how great a pose had came out. It was the same satisfying but terribly conflicted feeling that Donna had felt before whenever Ms. Brendan had pampered her. In a strange way, Donna started to feel really special as the shoot went along. The way Ms Brendan complimented her, the way Donna was the center of the attraction. Every camera, every lens was aimed at her. Donna was constantly talked to, instructed, cheered on, all in a encouraging way. It was wonderful!




Donna recalled how much she had loved having her picture taken when she was younger. In a weird way, what was happening now was her little girl dream come true. If she just could forget that it was a porn flick, masybe she could enjoy all of this fantasic attention to its fullest. And for that matter, this shoot wasn't that bad. Wasn't it still kind of normal? She was still wearing all her clothes. Apart from a few kisses and caresses exchanged between Donna and her Asian Mistress, she could pretend that she was doing a very hot shoot for Robert.




At last they took a break and Donna was led to Ms Brendan outside of the circle of the photo set. The three of them stood together and looked at the results of the shoot so far, projected on the white wall at the back of the large room. It was the first time that Donna really saw herself exposed like this. Before she had never really looked at the previous pictures, finding them disgusting. Above all, she was afraid that she would look old and ugly. The bad quality of those pictures hadn't helped her looks either.



These new pictures were different. For one thing they were very clear. Even blown up on the wall, they were still sharp, very sharp. The close ups of her face showed everything; each eye lash, the texture of her skin, her lips, every detail of her heavy make-up. Her white teeth showed bright and clear. The diamond flashed brightly in several of her smiles. On one, it even sparkled. And that was just her face!




When she saw the sharp pictures of her body, Donna amazed herself. She was gorgeous! Her long legs in the high heels looked even longer; her firm body showed beautifully through the see-through dress. The close-ups of her torso showed her large breasts with each nipple clearly visible through the thin dress. She now understood why they too had been painted; it made them jump out much more clearly on film.


Her oiled skin had a surprisingly dark, beautiful tan in the pictures. The lightning had been perfect, just as Ms Brendan had predicted it would be. The light made her skin look mazingly smooth. The skin treatments had done wonders indeed and ,with the oil, it was just amazing, amazing.




Donna was relieved by the way she looked. No, even better; she was proud. And that feeling increased with each new picture that she saw. Her fears of looking like a tired old hag housewife with sagging breasts and wrinkles had been wrong. Nothing of that in these pictures. The poses she was forced to adopt revealed her as a beautiful creature. Her looks made her actually feel jubilant, especially so as the pictures were just slightly erotic; she was still fully clothed in them. They looked more like glamour pictures, albeit with an edge. You did see a bit more than usual, but it was still acceptable, Donna told herself, according to her. And she just looked marvelous! She just couldn’t get over that. It was such a relief somehow.




"If only my breasts were a little firmer," Donna thought almost unconsciously, looking at another picture flash by. "That would make them look so much better, like they used to."




“Okay, back to work,” Ms. Brendan broke into Donna’s daze. “For a first time, it's not bad. Not bad at all. But now the clothes come off. Cutty, I really need you to get into the act. We need to see a humble slave submitting to her mistress. Forget the cameras, forget your troubles. Just focus on being the sexy slave in the pictures and show off that beautiful body you have. Let the whore inside you come out and take over. We’ll repeat the same poses so you'll already know how to stand. I'm hopeing that we can go much faster through the next set.”




With that, Donna was pulled by the leash back into position and at the same time pulled back to the reality of her situation. She started to panic, knowing that she was about to do something so very wrong. So against her own nature. And so irreversible.




“Stand straight, look at the camera, “ Ms Brendan instructed. “Legs a bit wide, okay, feet a bit inward, not too much… that’s it. Now smile ... friendly, more warmth, ... and now submissively ... that's it ... right at the camera ... as you turn a bit and unzip the back of your dress. “




Donna posed as directed, as the Asian girl caressed her with the whip, guiding her hands to the zipper at the back of the dress. This was the moment that Donna had been dreading. Now, she was going to strip for the world to see and she was forced to smile as she did it! Anyone looking at this movie would see that she was doing this of her own free will. The kinky S&M theme of the movie would explaining the occasional distressed look, if there even was one. It was awful.



And yet, at the same time it wasn’t. Donna knew that she should fight them, that she should feel abused but she didn’t. She had to admit to herself that she was still in shock by the way she looked in the pictures. She was actually eager to see how she would look when naked. She felt herself strangely proud of the thought. How many 40-plus women could pose naked without looking old and ugly?




“…And Cutty…,” Ms Brendan said, catching Donna's attention again. “Remember that you look wonderful. Remember that you should be proud of your body, how fabulous it looks. That’s why I wanted you to be my girlfriend, and I am very picky.”




“Thank you, Ms Brendan, I will,” Donna replied, smiling at the compliment.




"Oh, fuck it all!" Donna told herself. "If I have to do this shoot anyway, I might as well go along and act just the way she wants. Better to go down in glamour then to look like an idiot. If I make some hot porn, at least I'll get paid for it."




“Slowly, let the dress fall slowly off your shoulders,” Ms. Brendan instructed.




The Asian girl placed the whip under Donna’s chin, holding her head up so that Donna couldn’t look down in shame. At the same time, Donna fondled the zipper at the back of her dress and then slowly slipped the dress off her shoulders as she faced the cameras.




Her mind spun insanely between her conflicting feelings. First, Donna felt ashamed and a split second later she was aroused, then dizzy from the alcohol, than annoyed by the hands of the Asian girl grabbing her breast.




But it didn’t stop her from undressing. She still tried hard to focus on the job at hand, tried to ignore any emotion that didn't help, useless feelings of rebellion, doubts, fears, all fellings that would just make things harder for her, make the shoot turn out worse.




“Make sure it doesn’t fall too fast!” Ms. Brendan warned. “And keep looking sexy… now smile at your cruel Asian mistress … Right!!”




Donna’s eyes still filled with tears of sheer humiliation as her dress slowly fell towards the floor, exposing first the cleavage of her breast, then part of the areola, the nipples and finally her whole breasts. She didn’t want to but to show her naked skin in such a blatant and tasteless way just made her cry. It was too emotional for her to fight it.




“Beautiful!!” Ms Brendan said. “Keep those eyes watery, and hold the dress up just beneath your breasts.”




As if Donna had cried on purpose! As if she wanted to be here! Forced, blackmailed into stripping. She, a mother of two, married. How could they?




The Asian girl meanwhile smiled her evil grin and pulled her closer. Her hands explored Donna’s now free breasts still and showed them off to the camera. She let the whip play with the nipples. She even gave Donna a few sharp lashes so that her nipples got harder from the pain. And each ‘ouch’ followed by a forced smile was duly recorded, both in photos and movies.




“Ok, now before we continue dry her eyes before her make-up smears.” Ms Brendan said as she started to review the new set.




The Asian girl fetched some tissues and blotted Donna’s eyes dry. She checked Donna closely and re-did the mascara and black outlines of her eyes a bit. Donna was outwardly ready for the next part but inside Donna had become an emotional wreck. This was much worse than the rapes that she had endured; this was psychological torture. She knew that she was fucking up her life with every picture and movie clip that she posed for.



Donna glanced at the wall to see the new pictures that Ms. Brendan was reviewing. They were awful as far as Donna could see through the bright lights shining in her eyes. Her breasts were clearly visible and several close ups had been taken of her nipples, some with the long nails of the Asian girl pinching them, some with the whip slashing them. Every part of her breast was visible and from every viewpoint. The way her breasts hung, every skin texture, the dark small cracks in her nipples, areolas… everything!




“Let the dress fall lower, show the pierced belly button.” Ms Brendan instructed, starting up the shoot again.




Donna again did as was told, smiling wantonly. Inwardly, she had to fight her emotional distress for control. Her negative feelings had overwhelmed her and Donna hated that. Not only did her embarassment fuck up her concentration on the shoot but it also made her feel weak and silly. Humiliating feelings were something that she could do without right now; things were tough enough as it was. She needed to perform.




On top of that, Donna realized that she also had to deal with the frustrating arousal caused by the Asian female’s expert touches. The girl beautifully mixed soft gentle caresses with cruel hard pinches and the touch of her whip. Donna's exposed body could only react to this treatment by getting aroused. Her nipples were rock hard and her vagina was now producing more and more juices and her itch had returned with a vengance. This made Donna eager for something to scratch it, yearn for her mistress fingers to plunge deep inside.




“Keep your dress still around the hip.” Ms Brendan told Donna. “Smile.. turn… legs wider… now stand straight… Yes, whip her breasts and belly a bit…”




Ms Brendan led the posing pair through the same basic sado-masochistic poses again. Donna managed to pose as she had just been trained. As she did her best to remember each pose, how to stretch her legs, lift them properly, precisely what to do with her arms, her hands, Donna found that her focus on her body helped to her to get over her emotional outbursts. Focusing on executing the detailed instructions perfectly was calming her down.




“The whips should be a bit harder, I can’t see the marks clearly on film. Maybe it's due to the oil. Whip her harder… Yes, that one shows perfectly!”




The Asian girl now whipped Donna’s belly harder than was comfortable for Donna. After each whipping, Donna cringed from the pain and she felt the welts left on her belly. Wasn’t it too early to hurt her skin? Hadn’t Ms Brendan explained that to her? Will these marks last?




The Asian girl meanwhile played her part perfectly, dominating Donna cruelly and making sure the camera caught every evil pose perfectly. She expertly twisted and turned the meek Donna into one compromising pose after another, all duly recorded on digital film. Her Asian mistress clearly enjoyed toying with her, Donna noticed when she looked into her mistress' eyes. The girl clearly got her kicks out of humiliating other women.




“Okay, now lower the dress to the ground.” Ms Brendan instructed.


With that instruction, the dress finally continued on its way down and fell slowly across Donna’s hips, revealing the small black lace, see-through thong that perfectly fit over her pussy and disappeared into her ass crack.




“Smile Donna, smile!”




Donna was forced to turn around and show a fake but overjoyed smile. She had to look straight into the camera that Ms. Brendan had pointed at her. Donna felt more humilated and embarassed by each camera flash.




“Perfect! Great smiles!” Ms Brendan complimented the distraught Donna.


Donna, for her part, felt so ashamed. So uncomfortable. It made it impossible for her to think straight. All that went through her mind was the fact that her naked body was now recorded, ready to be viewed by millions sometime soon. Her mind ran senselessly around the same futile circle. She should resist, she couldn’t because of the blackmail, they’ll hurt her daughters, she was protecting them right now, she was saving the family. In the end, it always came down to the simple fact that she had to participate, eagerly, to keep these monsters away from the ones she loved.



And that damn itch!! By now, the Asian girl had figured out that Donna was eager for her touch around her vagina. So the girl played with Donna's body, her vagina, making her squirm, especially when she slipped a finger between her over sensitive labia. Donna hated her body, hated how it reacted, how it had been trained to react - just like a slut. But what could she do to resist? Her nakedness, her forced humble attitude, it gave her so little room to fight, and so much room to just give in.




The dress meanwhile fell down her thighs, down her calves, and to the ground.




“Smile!” And Donna smiled again, a few tears licked away by her mistress. “You can do better ... Be happy ... Be proud!” Ms Brendan encouraged, no, demanded.




A sharp whipping on her bare ass made sure that Donna was back to attention and she tried her best to smile eagerly. All to please her tormentors. As she did, Donna realized to her own humiliation that she was rocking on the finger in her vagina. Slowly, almost unnoticeably, but she and the Asian girl knew exactly what was going on.




“Good!” Ms Brendan said as she started to take many more pictures of the undressed Donna. “Now I want your full attention. Really show off your body. Flaunt it, be proud of it! You look marvelous, trust me!”




Donna sighed, but understood it was useless to resist. She came up with the same lame excuse that she had used already so many times. "Later. I'll resist them later. Now is just not the time."




But even as she said this to herself, Donna wondered if she would ever be able to resist. Ever be able to fight them.




But the weak excuse gave her a way to push her feelings aside and participate more actively again on the set. She could overcome her shame one more time. Donna began to smile in more sexy ways, stretched herself harder, flaunted herself more agressively.




Before long, Donna had become used to her nakedness and just posed as directed, focusing obsessively on the little details of what she was told to do, trying to be perfect, blocking out anything else.




“Ok, small break,” Ms Brendan finally announced. Donna felt the leash finally loosen. The Asian girl walked out of the lights to the drink cart. She poured three glasses of champagne. God, how Donna needed more champagne!




Ms Brendan signaled Donna to come over to her and look at the pictures with her. “They’re great, you’re doing great!” Ms. Brendan complimented. “You are really photogenic, Cutty. Marvelous how you show your body, your private parts!”




Donna looked reluctantly at the pictures as they were displayed on the wall . What she saw was exactly what she had feared. Donna looked incredibly hot in every shot. Definitely a willing participant. Anyone would say that her smiles were genuine, her poses lewd, without any show of force.




She looked at a series of pictures where Donna had been bent over and the Asian girl had pulled her ass cheeks apart so that her thong was clearly visible as it barely covered her brown ass hole. Her face with its naughty smile looking back over her shoulder to the camera, together with the Asian girl snarling, … an obvious porn pose and obviously consensual too.




Donna drank the newly offered champagne in two, deep sips. She saw the new whip marks in the pictures, the same ones that she still felt on her body. She saw the playful teasing between her mistress and her. The full frontal pictures of her, hiding nothing. The way the black beaded necklaces played with her breasts, swung in unison with them. In several pictures, the necklaces got stuck by her hardened nipples or were trapped underneath her breasts. It showed how big and saggy they were. Donna found herself wishing again her breasts were like they used to be.




Her long slender legs were portrayed in several pictures. She was proud of that result and appalled as well. The way she could bent over with straight legs… it was quite an achievement for someone of her age. And to have legs that look so long and hot, any woman would envy her. Yet the way she was shot was gross. She had displayed herself as mere female meat. The poses, the looks, it all had ‘hard core’ written all over them. She was in essence nothing more than high-class fuck meat in those pictures. Fuck meat in digital high resolution.




Most awful however were the close-ups of her thong barely covering her vagina. Clearly the texture of her hairless skin was visible. Each small hairless stubble. She could see the scar that Ms. Brendan had imposed on her. She could see her own wetness, the way it had dampened parts of the thong. Through the see-through texture of the tong, she could make out her inner lips, desparate to be released.



“Cutty,” Ms Brendan said as she took a break to look at the undressed Donna. "Now, I want you to pay attention. I still see you thinking far too much. Being ashamed of what you do. Though for someone else in some other place it might be normal, we can’t have that right now. We need these pictures, they’re important for your future.”




Donna took another glass of champagne. Maybe they wanted her to get drunk? She wanted to get drunk, anything to block out what was happening.




“So I want you to be more free, more jubilant, in the set of next pictures. Loosen up. I don't want to see you trying to think. Just act, be the slut, be the whore. And as you can see, you look great. Nothing to be ashamed of there. A perfectly maintained, hot fuck body. Give yourself the chance to be the best you can be for the camera.”




“Remember,” Ms. Brendan continued. “We don’t have time to touch up the pictures nor can we redo this shoot. It is what it is. But it does need to convince your website administrators. So it is very important for your own future to do your utmost. This is one time that your simply cannot fail.”




Donna drank her champagne fast enough to finish before the others. She had heard Ms. Brendan but now was only focused on getting drunk. She craved its comfortable, numb feeling. Craved the excuse it gave her to participate.




Slap!




Ms Brendan had slapped her hard on her left cheek, waking her up from her dream state.




Slap!




Another slap on the other cheek got her focusing on Ms Brendan again.




“Focus, Cutty!” Ms Brendan said sternly, looking her in the eye.




Swissh!




A hard sharp lash on her ass from the Asian girl.




Donna was now completely back into the real world. Ms Brendan grabbed her face and pulled her close.




“Focus, bitch!” She hissed into Donna’s face. “Your future depends on it. Don’t lose it now! Show off your sexual appetites. Show what you really are to the fullest. If these pictures turn out badly, you will be in deep shit! Remember the threat, they’ll sue you. You’ll be publicly disgraced. Your whole family will be publicly disgraced. Robert will have to explain to the world how he could have been so stupid in bed, so inexperienced, so soft, such a loser. No doubt Robert will divorce you, just to vindicate his reputation and fight for his own self esteem. No doubt you’ll lose your children. They’ll end up with the nearest family. You’ll probably end up in prison, unable to pay your debts, and jailed for open lewdness. And, believe me when I say this, I will not help you out this time!”




Donna understood all too well what Ms Brendan was saying. It was exactly what she was afraid of too. Especially losing her children. If she was portrayed as a sex addict, totally out of control, she would surely lose Julie and Trixy. And Robert, well, it wouldn’t surprise her if he left her too. He would hate her for abusing his trust, for making their intimate sex lives entertainment for the world. And as for the rest of the family… oh, forget it.




What Ms. Brendan didn’t mention was that she was the main reason for Donna’s downfall. This frustrated Donna the most. The constant acting as if Donna was doing this out of her own free will or as the result of her thoughtlessness and stupidity. Ms. Brendan had been plotting and scheming Donna's life ever since she entered it and Donna knew Ms. Brendan was to blame for most of her problems, if not all of them. But still the bitch kept playing the innocent, even helpful friend. And Donna had to act the stupid, sex craved housewife who needed her help. No, who even was grateful for her help.




And doing this shoot made her so incredibly vulnerable! She would fall into the hands of those pornographers. She was already powerless against Ms. Brendan, Ninon, the therapist. What if someone who she knew saw the pictures? Wouldn’t they try to blackmail her too? Or worse, just make it public? Making her nightmares come true anyway?




Swissh!




Another hard lash on her ass.




“Cutty!” Ms Brendan said, still holding her face and looking Donna in the eye.




“Yes, Ms Brendan?” Donna meekly replied, crying both from pain and frustration.




“Do you understand tht you have no choice?”




“Y-Yes, Ms Brendan.”




“Than what do you have to do?”




Donna heaved heavily before answering. “I need to… make this picture shoot perfect. I need to focus. I need to make sure they accept me as a model, Ms. Brendan.”




“And what happens if they accept you?” Ms Brendan pressed on.




“They will set up a web site for me, Ms Brendan, for more pictures…”




“And that will give you the opportunity to make money for the families that will sue you, right?” Ms Brendan added. “Don’t forget that. I don’t see you making enough money without that site. And maybe, if they think you’re any good, they'll be more likely to protect you and make


lots of money off of you and therefore need you out of jail.”




“Yes, Ms Brendan,” Donna said, surrendering. She had no choice anyway.


“So get yourself together and really show me all you have from now on!”




“Yes.. yes, Ms Brendan.” Donna promised.




Ms Brendan let go and looked at Donna with some pity




“Cutty?” she said gently




“Yes, Ms Brendan?” Donna replied meekly, hoping for some kindness.




“You look beautiful in the pictures. You are definitely photogenic. You have something extra in these pictures, even though you yourself might not see it just yet. But you’re really special. Just go along, give it your best shot. You’ll see; it’ll work out fine. Trust me.”




Donna smiled at the attempt to cheer her up. She liked the gentle Ms. Brendan so much more than the evil one. She rolled her head up to clear her mind a bit from her drunken fog. “I will do my best, Ms Brendan, I’ll do my utmost.”




“Great, Cutty. So let’s get on with the shoot.” Ms Brendan said and gestured for the Asian girl to begin again.




The leash was pulled and Donna followed the Asian girl meekly back to the center of the set.




“Okay, Cutty, lose the thong!”




And Donna promptly did. As the leash was held tight and the Asian girl faked threatening her with her whip, Donna bend over slightly and lowered her thong using the thumbs of her hands. She had seen pornstars undressing that way many times and she figured that was the most erotic way to do it.




Donna did her best to look fearfully at her mistress as Ms. Brendan directed. Or to look into the camera with a happy smile, a naughty smile, a slutty wink. Donna increasingly was grateful for Ms. Brendan constant direction. It made it so much easier for her. Hardly any thing to think about and all she had to do was do as she was told.




As the thong was halfway her thighs, she was forced to stand straight and pose with her arms wide, showing off her ‘sexy vagina’, as Ms. Brendan said wickedly. Then, she had to turn and show off her naked ass, first standing upright, next bending over with her looking invitingly over her shoulder into the camera, as the Asian girl spread her ass cheeks and grimaced into the camera. The repeated poses helped Donna to get into the rhythm of the shoot again. These were her first naked close ups of her most private parts, Donna realized, but she didn’t allow her mind to dwell there for long.




Her thong was allowed to drop to the floor. She pushed it aside, smiling at the camera, now completely nude but for her jewelry and her shoes. Donna really did her best to pose as lewdly as she could. All the while her Asian mistress whipped her, pulled her into obscene poses. Her cunt lips spread wide, Ms. Brendan zoomed in to capture its pink flesh in a series of pictures, and then Donna's dark brown ass hole. Donna just focused on getting the shots right. Knowing that was what was expected from her and finding it easier and easier as she went along.




Her training had taught her so much already, the poses had been rehearsed so often so now that she had stopped resisting, Donna easily wcould handle everything Ms. Brendan told her to do. The more she participated, the more she worked hard to be better, the more Ms Brendan complimented her, even getting excited at the way Donna's pictures were turning out. And as Ms Brendan made her more compliments, the more Donna began to feel proud of what she was doing, of how hot she looked.




That in turn pushed Donna to go further and truly disregard all her lingering complaints, all of her worries. She threw herself into whatever part Ms. Brendan wanted her to play. Now the slut, next the insatiable whore. She fought with her Asian mistress, kissed her, knelt for her, worshipped her.




Ms. Brendan and the Asian girl jumped to the occasion and launched a steamingly hot, improvised shoot during which the naked Donna was ‘forced’ to worship the body of the Asian girl. They tried out increasingly demeaning poses, ones not done before. Donna had to kiss the girls feet and lick them, kiss her mistress' thighs as she looked straight into the camera, and ultimately kissed her ringed vagina, nuzzling the metal bits of her piercings.




And even though she was caught up in the wild sex scene, Donna used her ‘forced’ closeness with her mistress to look at her mistress' modifications. Donna was in awe at the tattoos that covered the Asian girl’s body. As she kissed each one of the tattoos, Donna marveled at their colors, their sharpness, their vulgarity. Her tongue followed the large penis tattooed on her mistress' back, all the way to its buldging red cap. She couldn’t take her eyes of the lewd image. It was so obscene! What made a girl tattoo such a hideous picture on her skin? It ruined her nicely toned back. All her tattoos did. Yet the artist had made each image on her body a true piece of art. It was skillfully done, which made it even more repulsive. Some sick bastard had taken a lot of time to seriously disfigure this girl.




And the piercings! Donna’s tongue had skillfully played with the ones in her vagina, as her eyes took in the close up view. If the tattoos had been skillfully done, the piercing were much more a result of some inexperienced sicko. Some of the holes showed burn marks, some had been infected. Someone really had tortured the girl while making the holes.




All her admiring, observing, kissing and licking was meanwhile duly recorded in digital movies and pictures. Automatically, Donna smiled at the camera or grimaced as the Asian girl whipped her. It all depended what image they were going now. Still, Donna never totally forgot what was really going on. No, Donna made sure that each pose was as good as she could make it, proudly earning more and more compliments.



“And now for the last part, the strap on.” Ms Brendan instructed finally, stopping Donna from kissing and licking her mistress and introducing the last part of the shoot.




The Asian girl fetched a strap-on from a side table, pulled it on, and walked up to the now kneeling Donna. In between, Ms Brendan had given the kneeling Donna another delicious glass of champagne, which she gratefully gulped down.




“You’re doing so much better than I thought you would, Cutty.” Ms Brendan told her as she looked down upon Donna, stroke her hand gently through Donna’s hair. “You really, really impress me. The pictures look great!”




Donna looked up at her girlfriend, not able to keep a proud smile off her face. From the tone of her voice, Donna understood that Ms. Brendan really meant what she was saying this time. And Donna knew well by now that Ms. Brendan wasn’t easily impressed.




"And you haven’t seen nothing yet!" Donna thought as she gave the glass humbly back to the towering woman standing over her. "I will impress you even more in the last scene. I’ll make you so overwhelmed by my performance that you'll never want to hurt me again. You’ll fall in love with me and always be kind to me, to us!"




Ms. Brendan let Donna lick her fingers and suck on them a bit as she smiled down upon her victim. After a few moments, she pulled herself together again and stepped back.




“Suck the dildo first, Cutty, then you fuck it into yourself by plunging on it with your cunt.” Ms. Brendan ordered, starting up the last part of the shoot.




Eagerly smiling, Donna turned to her Asian mistress and grabbed the strap-on with both hands. She expertly started to drool over the plastic phallus, swallowing it as she looked up at the girl who tightened the leash in response. The dildo painfully passed into her throat and she accommodated herself professionally by lifting her body so her throat was in line with her mouth. Her head was roughly shoved up and down as she was told to look into the camera and smile. With some difficulty she managed that, a feat that brought on more sincere praise from Ms. Brendan.




Next, Donna was directed to withdraw the tool from her mouth, making sure that her saliva was clearly visible as it hung between her open mouth and the rubbery dildo. With her fingers, she spread her spit all over the dildo, smiling at the camera all the while, smiling too at her Asian mistress. All done precisely as instructed. All of it earning her more compliments.




Donna was ordered to stand up and bend over, at which her Asian mistress and Ms. Brendan took over while they looked for the best angle from which to capture the invasion of the strap-on into her shaved vagina.




It was humiliating for Donna to have to stay put, resting on her hands while pushing her ass up as high has she could, just so that they could play with her vagina. She felt them open up her labia and close them again and again. She felt the Asian girl open her cunt with her fingers, testing a bit how well the dildo slid, and putting a finger in her ass hole. The girl whipped her a few times when Ms. Brendan told her to so Donna's exposed ass and thighs were stripped with the whip marks that Ms. Brendan wanted Donna to sport.




Donna felt like an animal but didn’t object. It wasn’t that bad really. It even excited her a bit and the compliments that she got for cooperating were more than worth it. Wasn’t this humiliating exposure exactly what every women dreamed of at least once in her lifetime? Donna told herself that she was just experiencing that fantasy in the real world. Lucky her! Above all, Donna just knew that she would be treated right. Apart from the whips and the rough screwing that was sure to be painful, they would be gentle with her. She should indeed consider herself lucky, the dazed Donna decided.




As she thought about it, Donna had to admit to herself that things were so much easier, felt so much better, now that she had cooperated. The whips were less vicious, the groping less painful. And on top of that, now Donna could allow herself to get excited by the way that she was being treated. Now she could let herself go, let her body freely respond to being touched. And especially now! They were fondling her vagina again; she could feel her juices flow, her blood rushing to her cunt-lips. It was so lovely and wickedly dirty!



All too soon Donna was pulled up and made to arch her back. They were ready for penetration.




Donna pulled herself together and fell easily into her part of the insatiable slut again. She reached back with one hand between her legs to guide the plastic rod into her extremely wet vagina as she looked over her shoulder to the Asian girl and at the camera, smiling.




Gently at first, the Asian girl wriggled the strap-on into Donna as the cameras flashed and the movie cameras captured every moment. Donna proudly posed, lifting one of her breasts with a free hand, trying to act as sluttily as she could. Donna had never felt so hot, so eager to show off, so eager for more compliments.




Even better, the dildo helped satisfy her terrible itch. Donna groaned and wished the girl would shove it into her faster! And her toying with her ass holehad aroused her itch there too.



Soon her wishes were met as the Asian girl bucked roughly into her, after the first few strokes wet the dildo's shaft. Donna closed her eyes as she felt the dildo scratch inside her pussy. She wriggled with her hips and ass so the hard rod scratched her entire love canal. It was so wonderful! The girl was so experienced and had such endurance! The more her itch in her vagina was satisfied, the more her ass hole itch played up. Awful, but hot too.




Donna was now so in to her fucking that the whipping the girl was giving her didn't hurt. To the contrary, Donna soon was welcoming each blow loudly, begging to be hit harder. Without any conscious thought, Donna squirmed her body into the most impossible curves in order to fully enjoy the dildo penetrating her again and again. It was partly acting but mostly raw lust.




All too soon, Donna felt a delicious climax building up. She felt like cunt start to spasm around the dildo, milking it for all she was worth. The Asian girl picked up her pace even more, ramming harder and harder into Donna. Painfully hard but oh so nice! Donna screamed louder and louder, urging her mistress to please fuck her harder, rougher. Donna totally forgot about the shoot and just positioned herself so that the Asian girl could force the climax on her.




“YES!! YES!!” Donna screamed. “YES!! YESSSSS!!”




The climax waved over her. For the longest time, Donna stiffened her legs, her arms, her torso, while the Asian girl kept humping the strap-on into Donna's quaking pussy as fast as she could. Donna felt her cum squirting out of her, spraying the inside of her legs way below her knees. She felt all her blood rush trough her body, accumulating in her lips, her breasts.




“YESSSSS!!! YESSS!!” Donna tried to say something else but couldn't. It was all she could say but how she truly meant it!!




She broke down and collapsed on her knees as the girl still fucked her silly. Her pussy just couldn’t stop squirting. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over her.




“YESS!! YESSS!!” Donna screamed mindlessly over and over again. This was too wonderful to be true. Never she felt like this. This was the best orgasm of her whole, entire life! All her frustrations, all her tensions were gone. Her body, her mind, everything just participated and were carried away senselessly in the everlasting climax. “YESS!! YESS!!!”




Ages later, Donna woke up from her delirium. She discovered that she had been rubbing herself on the ground, ass up. Ms. Brendan was taking some close ups of her fingering. As she pulled herself wearily up and smiled drowsily into the camera, Ms. Brendan started to talk to her again.




“You’ve had one heck of an orgasm. Multiple orgasms I would say.”


Donna nodded, smiling naughty, still enjoying the aftermath.




“I’ve recorded it perfectly. Even when you were obviously out of it, you still managed to pose perfectly. You’re a natural exhibitionist, Cutty. I think we have found an unknown talent of yours. You’re site will be fantastic, and you’ll enjoy making it!”




Donna smiled as she remembered she was still in a shoot and brought her wet hand to her mouth. She started to lick her own juices and smiled into Ms. Brendan's camera. The camera was recording her most recent dirty deed and for whatever perverse reason, Donna felt proud again. She had impressed again. Boy was she great!




“I was going for an ass fuck too, but I figure we have enough material for your web-masters and you don’t seem up to anything anymore.” Ms Brendan smiled. “So let’s just wrap up with you sucking the dildo clean, just the way you licked your pussy clean.”


Donna stumbled slowly to her knees and grabbed the wet dildo dangling in front of her with her mouth. She still felt naughty and extremely giggly somehow.




As she sucked the dildo clean, she analyzed her feelings. "That’s it," Donna realized as she took the top of the dildo in her mouth and smiled into the camera for yet another close up, "I’m feeling relieved somehow. When I stopped fighting my inhibitions and just let go, I truly enjoyed myself. I orgasmed with no problem in front of the camera. I had a wonderful time and am not ashamed to admit it. The orgasm was wonderful. The orgasms were wonderful."




She sucked long and slowly on the strap on as her mind came down from her high and the alcohol fog disappeared. With it, her inevitable feelings of shame and hopelessness began to creep back into her mind. "How could I lose control like this? How will it look on film? How will I ever explain this to anyone?”




But even before those thoughts could revive her depression, the alcohol took effect again as did the fog in her mind. "I was drunk, I still am drunk" were her last rational thoughts and with that she focused again on the shoot, the dildo she was cleaning. And so Donna smiled, as the camera came closer.




"I still have this itch in my ass, she thought as the lens stopped right in front of her. Donna felt horny again. She was eager for another orgasm, never mind if it happened in front of the camera.




Donna released the dildo much to the surprise of Ms Brendan, turned and offered her ass to her Asian Mistress..




”Please fuck my ass?” Donna said as humbley as possible but with a naughty, drunken smile.




Ms. Brendan hurried back to the other cameras and started to record this unexpected scene. Donna meanwhile smiled with her eyes closed as the dildo started to poke at her rear hole. She knew, even through her fogged mind, that she would hate herself for what she was doing, but she also knew her damn itch would be scratched finally. That it would feel so good!! And she didn’t give a damn right now what the world would think of her.




The ass fuck went by quickly from Donna's point of view. She had just concentrated on scratching every part of her inner bowels. She vaguely remembered being told to masturbate and actually even coming again but the next thing she remembered was when she was sitting on a chair, exhausted, with yet another champagne glass, cheering her first nude picture shoot.




Donna smiled as she drank a few sips, and watched her Asian Mistress. The girl drank the champagne too, but was rather reserved now. As soon she was told by Ms Brendan to leave, she immediately got up, bowed to Ms Brendan, and left.




“She’s so very well trained. Leave it to Asians to train their slaves well.” Ms Brendan observed as the girl disappeared from view. “Now let’s look at your complete first porno photo and movie set, my little slut.”




As they sat and drank champagne, they reviewed the latest pictures. Donna saw her naked body, her dildo fuck, her anal session pass by on the great white wall. She wasn’t surprised anymore nor ashamed. It's the alcohol, she figured, it had just lowered her inhibitions. It does makes things easier she found and she gratefully took another large sip.




“Too much alcohol on an empty stomach makes you do strange things.” Ms Brendan said as she scrolled back the ass fucking pictures.




Donna knew what she meant and knew that she was trying to embarrass her but somehow at the moment it just didn’t get to her. When Ms Brendan noted this, she went through the sets more technically. Judging Donna’s performance, pointing out areas where she could still improve.




Donna found herself taking most of it for granted. She was much more amazed by her own fabulous looks. She found herself indeed good looking, even for her age. But she also was proud of the way she acted in the pictures. The sex positions were done very well. You almost couldn’t tell it was her first time in front of the camera.




Donna even loved the close-ups, where her vagina and ass were most obscenely shown. She was proud of how well she compared with the pornstars that she watched all the time. The way she parted her lips, spread her ass cheeks, she did it just like them - just like a pornstar.


"No," the drunken satisfied Donna admiited to herself, "I love the result. I looked so hot, so beautiful, and it pleased Ms. Brendan. If it pleased her, it meant the bastards these pictures were meant for would have to approve them too. It meant he had done it! She was safe and so was her family."




It was only much later during the lavish diner that followed when the alcohol subsided and Donna came to her senses. She started to curse herself for being so incredibly stupid. Donna had let herself get drunk at one of the worse moments possible! Those awful pictures! She had made another big, big mistake.




Even the splendid diner couldn’t make her feel any better. Instead, the food just made it worse because it helped her to sober up even more. Then, she began to understand what she had actually done. In her drunken state, she had even signed the stupid contract with that stupid company!!




The more Donna thought about what had just happened , the more she shook her head, disbelieving her own actions, her own stupidity. Worse, she recalled even being proud of posing perfectly. Proud of spreading her ass, opening up her cunt! Whatever little self esteem she still might had evaporated and was gone for good. She felt incredibly dumb. Donna had been manipulated so easily and now the consequences were hard to foresee. What if her neighbors saw her new website? Her pictures? A movie clip of Donna begging to be fucked in her ass? She could trust Ms. Brendan and her friends to be discrete but now she herself put her naked body on display on a publicly available website. How could she have been so stupid? The more she thought about it, the worse she felt.




When Ms Brendan, seeing that Donna was sobering up and getting depressed, remarked smartly that she expected the next pictures to be of even better quality, Donna knew that she was doomed. She had shown them how pornographic she could be, and they wouldn't be satisfied with less anymore. No, she would have to act out even more degrading acts, showing herself off in even more degrading positions. She hung her head down in her hands in defeat, and slowly shook her head in disbelief. She had been so incredibly stupid once again, she really fucked up worse than she thought was possible. What an incredible mess she had made of her life!

Chapter 42 - A Business Meeting




Donna walked up to Ms. Brendan’s door, cuddled in her new long and warm winter coat. It was part of the new wardrobe that she apparently had ordered through the Internet. Donna would have never spent so much money on such an obscene coat; she looked so cheap. But most of all, it was the idea of animal fur that was bothering her. For as long as she could remember, Donna had been so much opposed against the killing of animals for something so senseless as their fur! Regardless, she had to wear her fur coat because her New Rules required it. Donna had to dress in something visibly erotic. Disobeying the rules wasn’t an option, even if she had to cast her own morals aside to comply. Still, she told herself, it wasn’t as bad as some of the things she had recently done. And anyway, Donna had to admit, her coat was warm - soft and so very warm.




As she rang the bell, Donna shivered a bit from the cold and wrapped the fur of her coat around herself even more tightly. She almost stamped her feet to get warm. Luckily she stopped herself in time, or else the Ben Waa balls would slip out again. With no panties to help hold them in, they would clatter on the cold pavement; anyone would be able to see. Now that would be embarrassing! She looked around the neighborhood at the other rich villas. Just to see who would actually notice if that happened.




“How many people know what goes on here,” Donna asked herself. “They must see strange people coming up to the house; after all these years, they must suspect something. Some things must have happened out in the open. Somebody must have seen something?”




“Then again, if you didn’t pay much attention, I dressed in a fairly normal way right now. The coat is not that bizarre. Cheap yes, and flashy. But not too strange so people would think I’m weird somehow.” She pondered. She also thought of the normal business suit that she was wearing. “This afternoon, it is work again – luckily. And I have so much to do! I’ll never finish in time. We have a meeting with possible investors. I need to prepare the papers for the first draft of the plan to give to the government. I need to …”




“…And why do I have to attend this lunch meeting with her ‘contacts’?” Donna abruptly asked herself. As if mesmerized, Donna looked at the closed door, hoping it would open soon, before the cold took total hold of her. But she didn’t dare to ring again.




“I don’t have time for this right now. Networking, okay, … that’s fine, I can see that there should be time for that. But today, I’m just swamped with work.”




Donna smiled to herself as she said this. She had been swamped yesterday too and would be tomorrow, Friday, and probably even Saturday too. Her new life was just too much. The work was great though, and that’s why she felt happy now. She was about to dive into it again, even if just for a few hours. Donna absolutely loved it. Her business life was so challenging, so fulfilling. And such a good escape from her other life!




Her mind went to yesterday, her Tuesday session with her psychiatrist Melinda and Bridgette. Donna had been surprised at first that Bridgette had shown up, but it turned out Melinda had called Bridgette in advance and convinced her to come.




The session itself had been another gruesome one during which she had to explain her lesbian ‘desires’ and her utter lack of interest in Robert’s dick. She had spoken convincingly about her new feelings towards women and how those feelings had overtaken her. How she loved her new-found, lesbian emotions. Melinda had even forced Donna into a stammering admission of how badly she lusted after Bridgette. Worse, Donna had ‘confessed’ to her attraction to the other members of her group of friends, or any sexy female for that matter.




Donna lies had to be convincing and it was awful to see Bridgette believe them and look at her with disgust as she shifted in her seat away from her. Bridgette had looked at Donna with hidden revulsion since that first awful confrontation in Donna’s home, but now Bridgette was unable to conceal how much Donna sickened her.




True, Donna admitted, remembering the scene, she had been a sight to see. Even without blabbering about lesbian love, not to mention gushing about her new web site, Donna had looked the part, had shown up dressed in a whore’s costume. She hadn’t selected it; Ninon had laid the clothes out conveniently on her bed that morning with a weekly schedule note. Ninon thought it a just outfit, she had written, because Donna would be emerging as a whore during the therapy session. Donna understood the message. Looking at her new life, it even made things easier when she had to pick a theme outfit to go with what she was scheduled to be doing. She just had to look at her schedule and what she had to do that day, what would happen, and dress accordingly. It took away the burden of thinking up something new all the time.




It’s how she had selected her outfit at home this morning; Ninon had scheduled her to clean the house and so she decided on the “French Maid” costume - with Ninon’s approval, of course. After gruesome punishment sessions two nights in a row, Donna had decided to ask for permission for anything and everything she did. Anything to avoid the evil pain Ninon inflicted on her, especially to her most sensitive parts.




Donna didn’t want to think of that, and distracted herself by moving around a bit. Her Ben Waa balls rocked about again, sending tiny erotic vibrations to her already itching and wet crotch. On top of that the large butt plug was extremely uncomfortable; it was larger than she had become used to. Ninon had given her this one, and it has been torturing her ass since yesterday. Especially in the morning or when she had to sit down. Its outside handle would push it deeper, giving her a really painful full feeling.




It was impossible not to think of sex now. Whether it was due to the constant sexual stimulus, the pain from the sexual abuse, or simply due to the way she looked and the humiliation it usually caused. Donna understood this was exactly their purpose, but she was fighting it all the way, fearing what would happen if she would let go.




Her mind wandered back to how she had looked yesterday. Donna had worn a top that was sizes too small, a short metallic blue skirt, black fishnet stockings, and cheap plastic platform shoes with towering heels. The look that Bridgette gave her when Donna had invited her in! Bridgette had been about to walk away on the spot if Melinda hadn’t come up from behind and convinced Bridgette once again that she had to stay to help her troubled friend.




During the whole weird session the fake plastic bracelets and long hoops in her ears rattled disgustingly with every move she made. Her make up had been in style with the theme, bright red lipstick, metallic blue eye-shadow, lots of panstick and rouge on her face. She knew she had had the right look when Melinda complimented her.




“In the last few months, I have learned how to use make up like a pro,” Donna thought sarcastically “I hope the message has reached Ms Brendan. At least that would be a small benefit of the humiliating looks.”




These thoughts brought images of Bridgette’s face when shown her pictures back to Donna. Melinda had told Donna to so. Bridgette’s eyes had almost fallen out. Her over-reaction had surprised Donna. Donna had thought the pictures had been pretty lame; she had not even been whipped for real! But for Bridgette the pictures were outrageous. Bridgette had gasped time and time again as they browsed through the pictures, covering her mouth in shock, as Donna was shown to be well fucked by a freaky Asian girl. It had been a revelation for the both of them. Both had been shown just how obscene Donna’s life had become.




Donna shivered as she felt the humiliation wash over her again just as it had when she had shown those pictures. It was a feeling of shame, of hatred towards herself for being so weak, so spineless. And those feelings were amplified by the knowledge that she would continue to do as she was told in the future too. Telling herself that she was just going along until the right moment didn’t alleviate Donna’s mood any more. She didn’t believe it. Donna couldn’t see a way out now; couldn’t believe there was one.




Tears sprung into her eyes as Donna looked up at the door again. “Open damn it, open! “




Unwillingly she thought back to how she had spent last Monday night at Ms. Brendan’s mansion. How she had licked Ms Brendan’s pussy for the longest time, masturbated herself on command after Ms. Brendan had had her orgasm. Humiliating, stupid… How could she do these things? Ms Brendan even had made her sleep at her feet, leashed to a bedpost. Donna had done just that! Just had slept gratefully at the bitch’s feet!




And this morning; how she dressed up in a French maid’s costume without someone forcing her to! She had cleaned the house in high heels, with a too short skirt and her big breasts bulging out of the too-small corset. The Ben Waa balls falling on the ground repeatedly… and nobody even came to check on her! Donna had just stupidly obeyed her New Rules.




Last night with Ninon, leashed, whipped, being trained to lick pussy endlessly, to fuck herself, trying to stuff that damn black dildo into her cunt, she hated herself! Hated to know that she had no other excuse for what she was doing but her own weaknesses.




Much to Donna’s relief the door finally opened, breaking off her depressed thoughts.




“Come in,” the driver callously instructed, letting Donna enter into the warmth of Ms. Brendan’s mansion.




“You can leave your clothes on,” she said. Donna had hung up her coat and was automatically stripping off her clothes.




“Come here.” The driver opened the closet and pulled out the dreaded collar and leash.




“Straight up.” The driver warned, making Donna pull herself together, and stand up straight. “Good…”




Donna felt the collar being tied around her neck, and the leash being attached. Tears sprung into her eyes again. She had no will power. All her life she had thought she was a strong person, someone with clear boundaries. But now Donna she saw herself as a stupid girl. A stupid cow who couldn’t take care of herself, who so easily had let herself be tricked and who did the most disgusting things just because she was told to.




Her mind wandered again to the session with Bridgette. How they browsed through her pictures on her laptop. Downloaded by herself only because Ninon had told her to! The pictures had fitted her lesbian story perfectly too. During browsing through the pictures she had gone along explaining herself, guided, even corrected, by the ever sharp Melinda.




Melinda had made sure that Donna had expressed her ‘deepest feelings’, her deepest lesbian desires, during her session. She had to lie about how much she had loved to do the shoot with the pretty Asian, as the pictures showed her toying with the girl’s pierced labia. She had to tell Bridgette how much she loved being fucked by a woman with a strap on. How much she had been turned on knowing all her degrading acts were being filmed…




It had felt like she had been digging her own grave deeper and deeper with every word she spoke. Every detailed feeling that had been pulled out of her, every embarrassing fantasy - all lies. But they had made her story all the more convincing. By the end of the session, Bridgette was obviously convinced that her friend had come out of the closet, and was not only a devoted lesbian but a very kinky one too.




The leash was tugged and Donna was brought back to the present again.




“Why am I not naked? Why am I allowed to wear my business clothing?” Donna wondered as they walked towards the living room. She couldn’t believe Ms. Brendan would put her on display like this for her ‘contacts’. It would be much too open; she would never be able to work normally and finish the project.




Donna was startled when she saw a group of businesswomen sitting in the room, having lunch and chatting. They were all dressed in expensive styles, showing their wealth. Donna saw almost every expensive brand of clothing, purses and shoes she knew. These were women with money, lots of money. Donna understood immediately that these were friends of Ms. Brendan, friends also in her deviant ways.




Donna began to recognized several faces from the party. It made Donna want to run away, humiliated by the way she was leashed and afraid of how they would manhandle her. But the pull on her leash made her go down the stairs, towards the evil group of women.




“Ah, here we have Cutty,” Ms Brendan said, as all eyes focused on Donna. “Welcome.”




Ms. Brendan stood up and smiled as if she was greeting an old friend. For her part, Donna felt numb and didn’t want to think anymore. On auto pilot she walked up to Ms. Brendan, even pulling against her leash until she finally stood before her tormentor. Donna gently bent slightly forward and kissed Ms. Brendan softly. Soon their tongues played around each other’s as Donna passionately held Ms. Brendan’s head with both her hands, and made some soft, heated moans.




When she was pushed back gently, Donna stopped her kissing and looked Ms. Brendan in the eye. “I love you, Ms Brendan.” Donna said as sincere as she could muster.


Ms Brendan smiled and turned to the crowd. “Ladies, this is Cutty, one of my latest girlfriends. Cutty, these are some close friends of mine.”




Donna didn’t know how to react so she just smiled shyly and made a small bow. She was content Ms. Brendan had approved her performance. She looked around at the group of women. This must be Ms Brendan’s lesbian ‘connection’, Donna figured, “and she is showing me off.”




“Sit here,” one of the guests said as she took the leash from the driver. She patted the empty space next to her, indicating that she wanted Donna to sit close to her.




Donna walked to the couch, and sat down. The plug pushed deeply into her ass, making her squirm a bit.




“Now tell me all about yourself!” The older lady said, ignorant of her plight. “Ms. Brendan has spoken so highly of you. She’s very proud of you.”




Donna smiled weakly, wondering if the situation could get any more awkward.




“I saw you at the party, of course,” the woman meanwhile continued. “You were on display, remember? You had quite a rough night that night.”




Donna now recognized the woman as Carol, the older one speaking with Ms. Brendan when her earphone had been open, the one that had left with the beautiful, abducted college girl.




“I’m fine, Ms…?” Donna replied politely. She still was searching for the most comfortable way to sit, the butt plug was a real nuisance.




“Just call me, Carol,” the woman answered in a friendly manner.




“Okay, Ms. Carol,” Donna said, knowing she had to add at least use Ms. As per the New Rules. No first names alone, ever.




“It’s Mrs. Carol, I’m married.” The lady replied. “More than 25 years now.” She showed Donna an expensive-looking wedding ring.




“Okay, Mrs. Carol,” Donna corrected.




“So, tell me, what do you do? I’m always eager to hear the lives of Ms. Brendan’s girlfriends.”




“Well….” Donna thought as she observed the woman interrogating her. She seemed friendly but Donna knew now that looks were deceiving, especially in this world she was trapped in. “…I’m married too, for almost 20 years now… I have two daughters…”




“I saw your family pictures at the party. You have a lovely family indeed. I have a boy and two girls…”




“Oh, that’s nice, Mrs. Carol.” Donna replied “We didn’t want more children so we stopped after two girls. I am very proud of them. My daughters are doing great in school, great at sports. A mother couldn’t want anything more.”




Donna regretted that she had mentioned her daughters the moment the words had come out of her mouth. But it was such a normal thing to say she had just blurted it out. “And probably this woman, all the women present, knew about them anyway.”




Carol just chatted on, asking question after question and showing a sincere interest in what was left of her normal life. She asked about the schools the kids went to, what work her husband did and, eventually, what Donna did.




After her initial suspicion faded, Donna felt more and more comfortable with the woman. She tried to keep up her guard anyway; she expected a turn for the worse anytime. Donna remembered that her diary had been on display too so Carol knew more than a little about her escapades - all of them probably did. In that way Carol’s normal chitchat was odd.




But as she frequently looked around, Donna noticed that no one was listening in. They hardly looked at the two women talking. Even Ms Brendan left her alone with Carol and minded her own business. Everyone was busy eating, chatting, having a good time. At Carol’s insistence, Donna had something to eat and the food was delicious. Ms. Brendan had ordered the best of the best as usual.




“I work for Ms. Brendan, just like my husband, Mrs. Carol.” Donna responded politely after swallowing a bite. “I am a project manager. I coordinate her company’s renovation project of the old industrial area.”




“Wow, that is a hell of a job, girl!” Carol said, seemingly honestly surprised. “That’s a real tough job. Lots of government red tape, weary investors. That project has been stalled for years.”




Donna hadn’t known that and now was genuinely interested in whatever information this lady had about her project. “Why did it fail up to now, Mrs. Carol?”




“Government reluctance mainly,” Carol replied smoothly. “They can’t agree on the location of the site. After years of waiting, most investors have pulled out. Weary of waiting.”




“Well…I didn’t know any of that, but right now the idea is to make it an entertainment district. You know, with restaurants, night life, the works,” Donna replied, fishing for more information.




“That’s what Heather wants,” Carol agreed. “But she has failed to convince the Mayor’s office so far.”




“Well… we have a lot of presentations planned for investors and interest groups so probably Ms. Brendan has seen a new edge.” Donna said, thinking hard about how this information would change her approach. They had scheduled several meetings with people from the Mayor’s staff but would that be enough?




“Well, I hope so,” Carol replied. “She has a lot of money and effort sunk into that project. What’s the general idea now?”




Donna started to explain to Carol what she knew of the project up until then. She explained the general layout of the shops, still to be finalized; she explained some known difficulties - polluted factory grounds, reluctant tenants, and the like.




Carol for her part showed not only real interest but extensive knowledge too about certain buildings and development issues. It turned out that she knew so much thanks to her husband. Not only had he taken her to many business parties, he had also extensively discussed issues with her because he had wanted to open up several chains in that area and was extremely frustrated that he and Ms Brendan just couldn’t get through to the parties involved.




Donna consumed all of the new information eagerly. Her mind spun on how to fit what she had learned into her work, how to discuss this information with her boss, her team. She saw so many opportunities, learned about so many pit falls the team had to avoid. Her mind was reeling over all the work ahead to process this information. Donna was really enthusiastic about it. She wanted to get to the office and start working.




“Can you do me a favor, Cutty,” Carol asked, as she finished an explanation of a problem with an uncooperative owner of a large old broken down apartment complex.




“Of course, Mrs. Carol,” Donna said.




“Can you open up your blouse and show me your breasts?”




The question came so unexpectedly, Donna’s mouth fell open, and she was flabbergasted for a few moments.




“It’s not like I haven’t seen them, you know,” Carol smiled kindly. “Remember the party? Your ‘coming out’ debut so to speak?”




“No…I …um…,” Donna answered as she tried to collect her thoughts. She had been so involved with ‘her’ project that she was having difficulty returning to her sex life. How could Carol jump to such blatant sex when they had been in the middle of this interesting tenant problem, the legal issues involved, the various approaches they could try? Donna had expected to be asked to fetch a snack nearby on the table. Not a request to display herself like a sex object.




She looked in panic to Ms. Brendan, but Ms. Brendan was busy chatting with two other ladies, and paid her no attention. Donna really didn’t know what to do.




“So nice, that’s what I like … If they are still shy, it’s so sweet …” Carol said as she laid a warm hand on Donna’s thigh. “Trust me. You can open up. We are all very good friends of Ms. Brendan. We all participate more or less in her life style. I have personally enjoyed her other lesbian girlfriends very much. It doesn’t really feel like cheating and my husband is not complaining. It’s saved our marriage actually.”




Donna’s fingers went to her blouse as she watched for any reaction from the people around her, but nothing happened. She unbuttoned first one and then another button, then stopped. Donna still couldn’t believe she was asked to do this. She still couldn’t belief this was the same Carol, who had just spoken so friendly, professionally with her about her job.




“I don’t know if I should, if I’m allowed …” Donna mumbled “…I mean, I don’t want to offend Ms. Brendan…”




She honestly didn’t know what to do or what to think. Exposing herself like this felt so out of place. Even though she believed Carol all present were lesbians. She believed Carol’s claim they all indulged in Ms. Brendan’s sick perversions. But surely not like this; not in a business setting. But then she felt the embarrassing collar and leash around her neck. That was not at all business like.




“Heather,” Carol said as she turned to Ms. Brendan. “Heather, can you help us out for a moment?”




Ms. Brendan looked up, smiled and got up from her chair. It seemed she understood what was going on.




Donna’s heart jumped a beat. Had she done something stupid again? Why hadn’t she asked what to do? She feared she would be ridiculed or worse, punished. She felt herself starting to panic.




“What seems to be the problem here?” She asked Carol when she sat down next to them.




“I asked Cutty to show me her breasts and she kind of wants your approval, the shy thing.” Carol explained, flashing Donna a friendly smile.




In just a few moments Donna’s normal conversation, her enthusiasm, all had disappeared and she was back into her other reality. Here she was asking others for permission to show her breasts to a stranger… Donna’s mind went back to the grim, down, helpless state it had been in the last days.




Ms Brendan looked Donna in the eye sporting a friendly smile “Well, I don’t mind, if that’s what she’s afraid of. I even encourage her to do so. By all means, show them your sagging twins Cutty.”




Clearly, this was an instruction, and a cold insult too, reminding Donna of the power that Ms. Brendan had over her. Making clear Donna should not dare to fool around now. Donna humbly started to unbutton her blouse, incapable of refusing the order. Of course, she forced herself to sport a smile but she couldn’t keep her face from turning red from embarrassment. Moments ago, she was a strong and intelligent business woman, discussing her project, it’s finances. Now, she was back to being a whore, a mere sexual toy undressing on command. Without even any real threat!




“So nice, you’re blushing.” Carol said, as she watched Donna’s blouse being unbuttoned. She stroked Donna’s the flused skin of Donna’s face softly, smiling approvingly. It just added to the insult. Donna had never felt more hopeless.




“She’s wearing a push up bra,” Carol noticed as she saw the flimsy material.




“What did you expect, if she didn’t wear a push up, her breasts would sag towards her knees. Not a very pretty look for a business woman like her. Ain’t that right, Cutty?” Ms. Brendan remarked cruelly.




Donna just nodded, still blushing. She felt she didn’t deserve this harsh treatment and just hoped Ms. Brendan would leave it at this if she humbly complied.




Her breasts were bare now and Donna stopped, arranging her blouse neatly around her breasts. She knew she had to give her audience a perfect view.




“The bra too,” Carol said.




Ashamed, Donna smiled and started to pull off her bra. She had had the silly hope they would have let her keep the bra on. It didn’t cover much anyway; her nipples weren’t covered by it. But it had to go too. Donna tossed the scrap of fabric on the couch next to her. Her breasts sagged lower, too low to be proud of.




“They really sag.” Carol said to Ms Brendan, adding to Donna humiliation.




Carol ignored Donna’s feelings and just reached out to touch the breasts perfectly outlined by the blouse. “May I?”




“Yes… Mrs Carol.” Donna whispered back, lowering her head a bit in shame.




Carol’s hands gently explored Donna’s breasts, touching the soft skin, feeling up her nipples, weighing the sagging lust objects. It was done in a remarkably gentle way and Carol kept her friendly expression. She showed no signs of cruelty in her sexual interest. She just enjoyed playing with them in a childish way.




Donna noticed the other women started to look in on them every now and then, although still ignoring what was happening. Donna figured they were used to these kind of actions, which made it somewhat bearable for her. It was all still deeply humiliating never the less.




Carol didn’t play too long with Donna’s hanging breasts. “You are also working as a whore, right? A lesbian whore?”




Donna nodded “Yes… though … I’m still not really… I mean…”




Carol’s blunt questions kept surprising her and kept her off-balance; she looked and acted as if she were so gentle.




“I know,” Carol said as she placed her hands on Donna’s thigh, “you are still inexperienced. You haven’t done it yet. It is still new to you but I want to buy you. I want to have sex with you. Right now.”




“Here?” Donna asked hopelessly, as tears welled up in her eyes and started to heave heavily.




“Not here-here, silly,” Carol said humored. “We go up to a room and we do it.”




Donna looked at Ms Brendan with her tear filled eyes, hoping for help, but she just got an approving response from her. Donna forced a smile on her face, sniffed away her tears, and nodded her head. There was no other choice.




“I have to get a hold of myself,” Donna told herself. “I knew this was going to happen some time, and now it’s here. I just have to be strong.”




“Don’t you worry, it’ll be okay. I promise to be gentle and take it easy.” Carol said as she patted Donna’s hand and gentle wiped away her tears Donna smiled grateful for the gentle gesture of Carol. She did feel a bit relieved this gentle person would be her first. Better than some sadistic bitch, of which she had seen several in the room too.


Carol took Donna’s hand and they got up. Carol took the dangling leash, and turned to Ms. Brendan.




“Same room, right?” she asked.




“Yes, it is already prepared.” Ms Brendan replied.




“Oh, Cutty,” Ms. Brendan called to Donna as she and Carol started to walk away. Donna looked back at Ms Brendan, wondering what was next. “Here is your working bag.”




With that she handed her an over-sided red shoulder bag with the word ‘HOT’ on the side, written in the twisting red outlines of female figures.




“Thank you, Ms Brendan.” Donna looked into the bag, and saw what she already feared. It was full of dildo’s, whips, handcuffs, the works.



“Indeed a ‘working’ bag” Donna commented to herself, while she was gently pulled by the leash and turned to follow her client upstairs.




As she was lead upstairs Donna worried how she would ever get her work done if she was going to keep Carol ‘company’. There was so much to do, and tonight she would be with Ninon and she didn’t want to be late for that. Yesterday, a stern Ninon had whipped her asshole and pussy as punishment for not following her New Rules to the letter. Ninon had warned that she would be much tougher from now on. Her lingering pain was a reminder that Ninon wasn’t kidding.




While Donna wondered about everything except her current assignment she was lead into a clean white room with a large bed. It had no windows, just soft electrical lighting. Long, light green curtains covered a part of the wall, concealing the fact it was a room without a view. A large dark wooden closet, its doors closed, stood on the other side of the room. A simple table with two chairs stood by it. A wooly pastel green carpet covered the floor; a door led to another room. Donna figured it was something like a toilet or a bathroom.




“Here we are,” Carol said. “A room with a lot of memories; I can tell you.”




She positioned Donna in the center of the room, facing the bed, unhooked the leash and admired Donna, who still exposed her big breasts.




“You are so beautiful!” Carol said as she caressed Donna’s hair, lifting it away from Donna’s face. “Heather has a keen eye for spotting true beauty.”




“Thank you, Mrs Carol.” Donna answered timidly, smiling humbly.




She didn’t know what she had to do. Donna didn’t know what was going to happen next and was afraid of what might come.




“Don’t you worry, dear,” Carol said, still admiring Donna’s face, trailing it with her fingers. “Everything will be alright. You’ll see.”




Her hands started to explore Donna’s breasts again, molding them gently.




“You see,” Carol explained, inspecting Donna’s nipples. “I like to be the first. To sort of ‘break in’ a new prostitute. I like the mix of emotions; The lust, the inexperience, the shame, the curiosity. After a while, woman like you become more professional and the act becomes less … surprising, less interesting. To me, at least.”




“Even though they are still good, maybe even better.” Carol quickly added as if to apologize, “But I just get a thrill out of seeing them take the first steps into whoredom. It is so much more real, so much more emotional. I love it, and always pay dearly to have the first go.”




Donna smiled her taught smile, but her mind was spinning over Carol’s remarks. For one thing, she now understood that she wasn’t the first. Donna had expected that already but this was the real proof. And the straight-forward way in which Carol had said it indicated to Donna just how normal all this was for them. It also made her understand something else. Escape was something that was not going to be easy. There had been many before her who,just like her, had wanted to escape. They all had failed; after all, Ms. Brendan and her friends were still free to live their bizarre lifestyle.




“And the changes you’ll have done to your body. I just know they won’t be to my tastes. I’m much more into the ‘au naturel’. But these breast for instance… ” and she juggled Donna’s breast a little “… you’ll for sure will want to enlarge them, fill them. It’s just a necessity for this job. Can you understand?”




Donna kept quiet as she heard more of her future explained to her. She didn’t want to think about the body changes. She knew they would happen but she just couldn’t face them yet. She just hoped she would somehow be able to avoid them, to find a way to stop this ordeal before it would reach that stage. However, Donna had started to doubt, more and more, that she could stop it.




“Can you understand your breasts are just not going to do in your profession?” Carol pressed on, forcing an answer from Donna.




“They…they are a bit flat since my diet,” Donna admitted, not wanting to surrender so easily with the critique on her breasts, nor with the idea of breast enlargement. She wouldn’t mind a small lifting, a small enlargement, but she feared that Ms. Brendan would force her into something more extreme some humiliating cup size.




“You see, you’re still so honest and insecure.” Carol said as she stroked Donna’s cheek once more. “After satisfying some hundred clients you can imagine you’ll be acting totally different.”




Donna hadn’t thought about what was happening in that way. “A hundred clients!! A hundred different women, asking me to have sex with them, paying to use me, getting paid to have sex with them. I can’t do that; I’m not a whore!”




Carol leaned forward for a kiss and Donna automatically bent forward to accommodate, despite her turmoil. She knew that she had to anyway but it was now so humiliating after so much of her future life had been explained It proved the training she underwent was having its effect on her, made her act the slut in any situation, regardless of her emotional state. It worried Donna but she didn’t fight it, she knew better.




Carol slowly worked her tongue into Donna’s mouth. First gently caressing her lips, then the tips of their tongues played a little, until Carol was inside and they truly kissed, long and passionate. Donna could feel Carol’s heated lust radiating from her. It was a bit unexpected, as did the gentleness of the forced kiss, but she felt flattered by it.




When Carol stopped, she looked the frustrated Donna in the eye and whispered in her ear. “You see, I am gentle.”




With that, Carol started to peal Donna’s blouse away. Donna helped by unbuttoning the remaining buttons and slipping her arms out as Carol pushed the blouse down. The working bag was tossed aside. They kissed again as Carol’s hands explored Donna’s body, softly touching Donna’s back, her breasts, her neck, her hair, her face.




Donna concluded that Carol wasn’t out to harm her. Her breathing on Donna’s skin, her gentle touch, it wasn’t what a sadist would do. Not what Ms. Brendan nor Ninon would do. Not if they were out to hurt her eventually.




Carol’s hand meanwhile went down to Donna’s skirt and she wriggled her ass to let it fall, exposing her naked vagina. Carol’s hands immediately started to grope her ass and finger her clit.




“You’re wet,” Carol complimented her, as a finger went deep inside her vagina, touching the Ben Waa balls.




Donna smiled obediently as she felt the Ben Waa balls being pushed about. The other hand explored her ass, feeling up the butt plug that filled her ass. It forced a wave of new humiliation; Donna couldn’t help it. The fact that this woman must know that she had been was forced to put these things in, that she was forced to act like a slut, forced to become a whore. It made Donna’s act so pathetic. Donna couldn’t imagine how low these people thought of her. How they must be laughing at her weakness.




Carol guided Donna towards the bed and down on it. It was warm and soft. Carol kept on touching Donna, touching her private parts, pushing all her buttons. Due to Donna’s state of total confusion it aroused her. It was purely a natural reaction. Donna wasn’t even really thinking of sex. Actually she was thinking of nothing all. In a way, she had become comatose, blankly enjoying the touches, kisses. Letting her body react on instinct.




“Take out the Ben Waa balls now,” Carol whispered into her ear, prompting Donna out of her trance.




Donna nodded and pushed herself up to expel the balls from her vagina. Carol lay next to her, watching Donna with interest, continuously playing with her breasts, rubbing her nipples. Donna gave her a little shy smile as the balls popped out.




“Give me one,” Carol directed and Donna gave one of the slick, wet balls to her.




Carol smelled it with a naughty smile and offered it back to Donna. “Lick it clean for me.” Donna was taken aback by the request but smiled and did as instructed, even making there was a good view of her tongue rolling and lashing the ball with her tongue.




“What made you want to do this kind of work?” Carol asked as she looked on, playing with Donna’s breasts once more.




The question sounded so honestly put that Donna wondered if this woman actually realized what was going on for real.




“I mean, you have a family, good money, you don’t need to do this. You’re not a drug addict, are you?” Carol continued with her questioning.




“No, I’m not.” Donna said, smiling the smile that Ninon had decided was her sluttiest. Donna laid the cleaned Ben Waa ball aside. “I’m sort of… curious. Sort of…”




“Ever since Ms Brendan came on to you?”




“She opened up a whole new world to me, for sure” Donna agreed. “And I’ve been just exploring it more and more ever since, Mrs Carol.”




“She does have a kinky sex life, doesn’t she,” Carol confirmed “For me, it was a revelation too, you know. But I never felt the urge to explore it as deeply as you or some other women. What motivates you all? Is it pent-up lust? Are you just a secret exhibitionist?”




“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think less of you. No, on the contrary, I admire what you have committed yourself to do. I admire your character. It takes courage to reject the phony morals that you were taught and the false rules of this hypocrite society. To bluntly decide to have a different set of morals, a new set of rules. For instance to want to experience what it is to be a prostitute and then to go and just do it.”




“And to be so self confident of your body is maybe something I admire the most. I’ve always been ashamed of mine or at least I’ve never been very happy with how I look. Especially so now that I’m older. But you! You strip naked without a second thought, flaunting of your body with pride. It’s so hot to look at your smile, the willingness on your face to please the onlooker. The confidence that you radiate.”




Donna had difficulty understanding this woman’s remarks. Was Carol for real? She sounded so sincere, so innocent. Could it be she really wasn’t involved at all? “No,” Donna decided, “she must know. She’s a good friend of Ms. Brendan, she even calls her Heather. She’s at this special luncheon, she must be in on this. Whatever she’s saying, the way she’s action – it can’t be for real.”




Still Donna took a hand caressing one of her breasts and kissed it to show her appreciation for the kind words She smiled as she indeed felt confident of her body. She had worked hard to get in shape, and she had the right to be proud of her body. The way Carol looked at her confirmed it.




Donna looked at herself, naked but for nylons and heels. The nylons were light brown, simple but Donna found herself looking hot in them nonetheless. Her shoes were the only thing that did not fit. They weren’t whorish enough for this situation.




She pushed herself up and gave Carol a full frontal view, jutting her breasts out by bending back as far as possible. The impressed Carol spoke up immediately. “Damn, you’re beautiful! And that you let me to be alone with you. That you allowed me to buy you, to buy your services - I feel honored. Really Cutty, you are something special.”




“It’s hot to do,” Donna lied. “And it’s safe. I mean, Ms. Brendan has shown me what lesbian sex is like, and now supports me in this ‘job’. She watches over me in a way. And knowing that I can dare to explore my kinky side and feel safe doing so.”




Donna wanted so badly to tell Carol the truth. She had started to feel comfortable with her, especially as she had admitted she found Ms Brendan way too kinky too. Maybe Carol really didn’t know about what was going on. Perhaps Carol had been told a story to make her believe that Donna was whoring herself of her own free will, just for the fun.




“But you could screw up your entire life! I mean, what if your daughters find out, wouldn’t that be a problem?” Carol asked as Donna shifted her pose to proudly show off her long legs.




“Yes, you’re right, Mrs. Carol,” Donna answered honestly. “But I’m seeing a psychiatrist to help me get it out of my system before it takes my life over.”




“A psychiatrist?” Carol said surprised, “You have a sexual addiction problem?”




“Is it normal for a housewife to want to be a whore, Mrs. Carol,” Donna answered rhetorical, as she turned around again, showing her back, her ass to Carol “To love to show off the way that I do now? To sell myself freely to complete strangers? I feel these feelings must be controlled, I want to control them Mrs Carol.”




“Does that mean I’m abusing you right now Cutty?” Carol asked concerned “Than we should stop at once”.




“Oh no, Mrs. Carol,” Donna replied hastily, “please don’t get me wrong. I want to be in control of them - not abolish them.”




Donna was proud of her quick response. She felt she had given a very good, totally believable answer. She was getting good at this, very good.




On the other hand, Carol’s sincere reaction, especially her willingness to stop, convinced Donna that she was for real somehow. That made Donna want to please Carol out of gratitude and gave her a glimmer of hope that this woman might be willing to help her. Maybe not now, but in the future who knew? It was all the more reason to please Carol to the best of her ability. Then they could meet again…




“I want to please you, Mrs. Carol,” Donna said convincingly, smiling at the older woman lying next to her. “I really do. I want you to enjoy me. I want to be enjoyable for you.”




“But…” Carol tried to say but Donna cut her short.




“No ‘buts’ please, Mrs. Carol,” Donna said seductively. She lifted herself up and over Carol, swaying her breasts above the other woman’s face. “I want to. I want to be with you.” She guided Carol’s hand to her wet vagina to wash away any remaining reservations that Carol might have.




“Okay,” said Carol cautiously, “okay, Cutty, then we can continue.”




Carol’s hand played freely with Donna’s exposed labia for a while as they said nothing. Donna let Carol do as she pleased as she let her body language convey that everything was alright.




“You know, Cutty,” Carol said finally, still gently caressing the offered lips, felt their wetness, and touched the scar. “That was my next remark, or question really. I think that you miss the point of what being a whore really means.”




Donna looked a bit surprised down at Carol.




“You see, when you’re a whore, your main purpose is to satisfy the client. And you’re not doing that if you make me feel uncomfortable as you just did.”


“You should want to please me, Cutty. I want to think that you really like me, love to please me and love to have sex with me. That’s how you get repeat customers and you’ll want those for sure, right?”




“I’m sorry, Mrs. Carol, I’ll…”




“Don’t worry, Cutty, don’t be afraid.” Carol shushed her, still playing with Donna’s labia, sopping in their wetness.




Actually, they were extremely wet due to the just removed Ben Waa balls. The damn things had Donna’s itch going all the time now and that in turn made her juices flow constantly. She had to use tissues regularly to clean herself up. It was embarrassing. On top of that, she wondered if she was now thinking more about sex; was more, easier sexually excited somehow. She could place anything easily into her vagina now due to the constant lubrication, but she couldn’t quite say if she was truly aroused by it too. She feared that her sense of what was erotic was being altered. With all that was happening, didn’t it have to change her somehow…




“I know you’re inexperienced. That’s what I like, remember?” Carol meanwhile continued: “But you need to be more pro-active. You are way too timid. You don’t take the initiative enough.”




“A whore is all about the sex. I bought you to have sex with me. I don’t want you to just lay here and let me caress you. A client wants action. You should do the caressing. You should do the pleasing. I should cum, not you.”




Donna felt uncomfortable to hear what was being said but knew she was right. She had been too passive.




“So for instance that leash thing… I know Ms Brendan likes it, but it’s not something a whore does, unless the client wants role play, right?”




“Well, …yes, Mrs Carol,” Donna agreed




“And if you do have to do role play, you play it full-heartedly, confident and eager to please. You followed me when you were leashed but didn’t look like you liked it. You didn’t seem to be enjoying yourself. How do you think that makes me feel, your customer?” Carol continued.




Donna had to agree again.




“You were much better at the end. When I seriously doubted if we should continue, that’s when the whore that you are came out. That’s when you prowled over me nicely, that’s when you seduced me. That’s when I was happy that I bought your services. You need to keep that mind set when whoring. That was the true slut that is going to make money for you. Lots of money.”




“I’ll do my best, Mrs. Carol.” Donna replied timidly.




Carol’s other hand started to touch her leg, feel her ass. The wet fingers of her right hand trailed up her stomach.




Donna felt she had to do something, and tried to think of something quickly that would fit what Carol had said was expected of her. “How do I take control to please her? What would a whore do?”




“Do I feel nice and wet, Mrs. Carol?” Donna asked with a naughty smile; she started to caress the hands that were caressing her, inviting her customer to feel free to explore as much as she wanted.




Carol smiled, approving and traced her fingers across Donna’s naked skin. Donna felt Carol’s hand grab her ass as, at the same time, the other hand, wet from her vagina, started to play with her piercing.




“I don’t like piercings. Ms Brendan does, however. She likes them a lot. She placed this one on you, didn’t she?”




“Yes, Mrs. Carol, she did. But it is a nice one. I like it; it makes my tanned, flat belly show very nicely, don’t you think?”




Donna pushed her hips forward and her trained stomach just off Carol’s face. Carol’s continuing smile encouraged Donna to go a bit further with her act. “Ms. Brendan also encouraged me to place a diamond in my tooth. Haven’t you noticed my glittering smile?”




“Yes, I did, Cutty.” Carol said as her fingers now started to explore Donna’s asshole, touching its ring with the butt plug still sticking out. “I saw it before at the party. There are people who would say that it looks very nice but I’m not one of them. It’s not ugly, mind you; it’s just that it’s something more for lower class people, don’t you think?”




“I don’t know,” Donna said, dismayed by Carol’s reaction. Donna brushed her hand up the arm of the woman lying next to her. “I think it fits. And Ms. Brendan likes it, most people like it…”




“And your husband, does he approve of it?”




Donna thought of Robert. She hadn’t thought much about him lately, and they hadn’t talked since the weekend. She hadn’t been home that much, or hadn’t been available to answer the phone if it rang. Robert couldn’t call her on her cell phone because he didn’t have the number. But now she thought about him and she missed him. Missed his protection. Even just his being close-by meant that Ms. Brendan couldn’t do too much to her. But Ms Brendan was making sure that Robert was far, far away.




“No, he actually doesn’t, Mrs. Carol.” Donna said, her feelings mixed. Donna found herself pitying Robert; she had never felt that way about him before. She want him to protect her, but at the same time, she had done so many things that Robert wouldn’t approve of. She was doing things that would destroy his self esteem. She was betraying him every day now. She wasn’t sure she was worthy of his protection.




“I figured that much. Man like that king of thing on their whores, not on their wives,” Carol said, as her hand moved away from the piercing, up to Donna’s left breast. “It’s a slutty gesture. Way too inviting to other men.”




Donna massaged Carol shoulders a little and slowly moved her way to her neck.




“Turn around,” Carol said before Donna could touch her neck, “and bend over with your ass towards me.”




Donna did as instructed and felt Carol explore her ass and vagina with her hands. She thrust her ass up a bit to give Carol free access. Donna looked back, smiling, to catch Carol’s eye to say that she liked what Carol was doing. Carol smiled back at Donna, and kept up her exploration of Donna’s private parts.




“Can I take out the butt plug,” Carol asked.




“Of course, Mrs. Carol,” Donna said and accommodated by pushing up her ass as far as possible and relaxing her ass muscles. “Just be gentle, please…”




Donna felt Carol put her finger in the small ring at the end of the plug outside, and next the large plug press at her anal ring, enlarging it painfully until it finally gave and the plug popped out, making a disgusting wet, sopping noise due to the lubricant.




“Now that’s a well-gaped ass!” Carol laughed as her finger slipped into the wide hole that the plug had left behind.




Donna felt cool air invading her open ass, felt the fingers inside, touching places that she had never felt before. Humiliated, Donna cast that feeling aside. She had to play the whore and she was determined to do so. She looked at Coral and offered her hand to take the butt plug.




“I wonder what you’ll do with it.” Carol said cunningly.




Donna knew all too well at what Carol was hinting. The New Rules said that Donna had to clean the butt plug with her mouth if it was pulled out. It made sure she gave herself a thorough enema each morning, to avoid the bitter taste as much as possible. She even did it now every time after she defecated, if possible. Her large bags, thanks to “Lenny’s” huge size, easily could fit the enema set too. Now Donna always had her enema things with her and she was quickly becoming an expert in giving herself a quick enema.




Donna started to lick the butt plug and moaned while she did. Carol spread her ass cheeks and Donna felt her breath on her asshole and vagina. A finger trailed gently up and down between the two holes; it felt nice. It was a welcome tender feeling compared to the harsh beating and groping of Ninon the last two days.




A fingertip slipped inside her butt again, just past the sphincter. Donna felt the hard nail twist but it wasn’t that uncomfortable. Donn figured her ass was getting used to being constantly invaded.




“You have very nice cunt lips,” Carol complimented. Her hand gently stroked Donna’s vagina. “And very wet.”




It was now Donna;s time to smile cunningly. “Yes, Mrs Carol. Yes indeed.”




“A pity you have this scar. The doctor that fixed that really did a clumsy job”




Donna refrained from commenting. She knew all too well why the scar was so visible.




“Turn around,” Carol instructed and Donna did.




Gently Donna was forced to turn and Carol caressed her labia and breasts until Donna and Carol were face to face.




The twinkle in Carol’s eyes was clearly visible and Donna admired how bright and sparkling Carol’s eyes appeared. Donna was feeling excited too, the fingering, the nakedness, the humiliation, the tenderness, it all had its effect on her.




“Kiss me?” Carol asked and this pulled Donna over the top.




Donna knew now that she was doing Carol a big favor by having sex with her. At the same time, Donna so wanted to please this gentle woman. And the way Carol had asked her to kiss her! Lately all Donna had received were commands, instructions. Carol had asked such an honest, sincere question. Donna really yearned for Carol, yearned to please her, yearned to make her feel real pleasure.




Donna felt herself filling with passion and kissed Carol enthusiastically. Her tongue penetrated the woman’s mouth as she took Carol’s face with both hands. She pushed her breasts forward so that Carol could touch them and feel her hard nipples as she pleased. She wanted to show Carol that she was sincerely turned on. She wanted to show Carol how good she could be. In Donna’s new hellish life, Carol was a true angel. One she wanted to treat well, to cherish.




Donna pushed Carol backwards on the bed and started to explore the older woman’s body.




“Easy now,” Carol warned her. “Let’s keep it gentle.”




But Donna knew that Carol liked what she was doing. Her hands expertly removed Carol’s blouse and bra, and Donna sucked her nipples wildly. She was glad to see that her nipples were already erect. Proof that Carol was excited, proof she was exciting her.




“That’s good, my little whore, that’s nice,” Carol said gently, confirming Donna’s hopes. “This is how you turn me on.”




Donna’s hands explored further down as she alternated between the older woman’s breasts. She wanted this woman naked as quickly as possible. Her left hand slipped up under Carol’s skirt, inside her panties, and to her vagina. Carol was getting wet too.




“All her vagina needs now is some professional licking.”, Donna thought as she slid down to give this woman a serious display of her new-found skills. She got thrills as she thought about how this woman longed for her. Carol’s eyes showed how much she admired Donna. That, in combination with her gentleness and as a possible path to escape, made Donna willing to show Carol a good time. Better yet, to show her a marvelous time.




Carol noticed Donna going down on her, and sighed heavily, and laid back in anticipation of what was about to come. Her hand cuddled Donna’s head as it nested between her legs.




“Yeah, suck me, suck me, you little bitch. Show my clit a good time.” Carol moaned in excitement. “Oooow,” she sighed as Donna’s tongue touched her clit directly. Her body spasmed wildly. “Don’t stop… Don’t stop…” Carol pulled Donna’s face into her vagina to forcer her to keep on whoring on her sensitive stub. “Fuck, that’s good…”




Donna noticed Carol’s excitement after only the first touches with pride. It motivated her to continue. Whatever shame Donna might have felt was cast aside as she felt herself in power. Donna was controlling Carol’s pleasure. Donna was controlling her orgasms. And she had the power because of how she looked and what she had learned, her new skills.




Donna eagerly went on licking the vagina in front of her. She had noticed with some surprise that the woman didn’t shave, or at least not closely around her private area. It was odd to her as all the pussy she had seen lately was either shaved or neatly trimmed. But Donna didn’t mind, prowling with her lips and tongue between the long hair; she just nested herself deep into it, deep into the open vagina.




“Yeah, you little whore, suck me like you’re taught. Show me your new skills, you freaky housewife.” Carol meanwhile mumbled, getting more and more into it.




Donna made eye contact with Carol and smiled, showing her lips covered with Carol’s cum. “I love the taste,” she said as she went down on Carol again.




“Oh shit!!” was all Carol could say as she arched her body, sparked by Donna’s simple hot act.




Donna licked the juices flowing freely from Carol’s vagina with a sense of pride and nibbled on her thick outer lips. Carol’s vagina rapidly became a sticky mess but Donna didn’t care. She moved the hairy lips aside and pushed her mouth into the open damp hole. Her tongue went as deep as possible, and out again, trailing upwards, ending on top of the clit hood. She repeated this move faster and faster and she felt her client squirming from pure sexual bliss. To get better access, she fumbled with the skirt the lady was wearing, pushing it up to her waist. Her panties came off and were tossed on the bed.




Carol was lost in her sexual frenzy and screamed out random obscenities ever more loudly. “Ohh slut, fucking slut.” “Filthy whore, suck my clit, eat me!” “Yeah, show me you’re worth every penny I spent on you, stupid cunt!”




In response, Donna tried to flatter her customer. She tried all sorts of compliments. “You smell so delicious, Mrs.Carol!” “Oh Mrs. Carol, you have the softest skin I ever touched!” “I could go on forever with a woman like you, Mrs. Carol. You’re so hot, so tasty!”




Carol squirmed around, crying loudly as Donna vigorously worked on her cunt, desperate to show her a good time, to make her cum.




“Wait! Stop, I want you to use a dildo on me now, take one from your bag!” Carol shouted, stopping Donna from making her go over the edge.




“Quick, quick!!” Carol insisted, as she pushed Donna away and sighed heavily. “Before I lose this wonderful feeling”




Donna ran over to the bag, and frantically searched for a dildo. What size would Carol want?




“That’s the problem with inexperienced cunts.” Carol complained. “They simply just don’t know how it works. Don’t prepare properly, can’t anticipate…”




Donna quickly grabbed three dildo’s and ran back to the spread-eagled Carol on the bed.




“Lick me quickly, stupid slut!” Carol said as she looked at Donna. “Get me hot again with your tongue.”




Donna knelt between Carol’s legs and started to lick rapidly. A few long strokes first, before she pushed her face deep into the bush, and ate away again.




“Good, good!!” Carol approved as she grabbed the pillows from excitement “That’s a good whore!”




“Now use the fucking dildo on me!” Carol shouted in no time. “Pump it in me as you lick my clit, fucking cunt! Work on your customer’s puss.”.




Donna grabbed a dildo and started to push it in.




“Awww!!” Carol shouted, sat up and grabbed Donna by her hair. “Stupid cunt! You have to lubricate it! You can’t shove that thing dry into me!”




“I’m sorry, Mrs. Carol!” Donna replied in fear, expecting a slap as she dangled by her hair between the lady’s legs.




“Go fetch the lubricant!” Carol told her as she let go. “And do it quickly, whore!”




Donna went back to the bag and frantically searched for lubricant. Nervously, she returned to her kneeling position as she tried to open the jar of KY-gel.




“Fuck, I’m loosing it.” Carol sighed as she waited for Donna to get the dildo ready.




“I’m sorry, Mrs. Carol, just a moment,” Donna nervously responded. A plop indicated the jar was open; she took a large scoop out of the jar and coated the dildo.




“Stupid whore!” Carol said as she watched what Donna was doing. “That dildo is way to big! My puss’ is not as wide as yours, you slut. I don’t fuck around like you! Use a smaller one!”




Donna was on the verge of crying and grabbed another, a smaller, dildo and coated it quickly.




“Now get licking again, whore.” Carol smirked as she lay back on the bed. “That’s all you’re good for, you dumb cunt!”




Donna went face down in Carol’s bush again, holding the dildo ready for the moment when her client was wet enough.




“You have so much to learn,” Carol said as she pushed Donna’s head deeper into her crotch. “This is not your weak stupid husband that you have to please; this is a real woman. A client! One who knows what she wants and how she wants it. And you need to cater to my wishes, slut. Work that clit of mine, suck my juices!”




Donna worked as hard as she could, stretching her tongue as deep as possible, pushing her face as deep as possible into the woman’s vagina, almost choking herself on it.




“This is what a whore’s life is all about. Making the customer cum. Making sure they have the time of their life.” Carol was obviously getting aroused again. “Not the boring, run-of-the-mill fucks with your husband. This is me using you to get off. And I want to get a good service from you, little housewife. You little stupid slut-mom!”




Donna feared that she had failed badly and that Carol was so dissatisfied she would tell Mrs. Brendan that Donna was no good as a lesbian whore. That would be a real disaster! Ms. Brendan for sure would come up with something worse in no time. Donna just had to please this woman, had to get back on her good side.




Luckily Carol got into it again as Donna tasted her juices flowing again. She took the dildo, and gently, as she licked Carol’s clit, pushed the tip into the open vagina. She took great care in brushing the wet hair aside, not to hurt her client any more.




“That’s good, slut.” Carol sighed. “That’s much better.”




She lifted Donna head up.




“It’s not easy being a whore, is it?” she said wickedly




“No, Mrs. Carol, it’s not.” Donna said honestly, as she gently pushed the dildo’s tip in and out of Carol’s vagina.




“It is a lot different from a slut’s empty-headed fantasy.” Carol told Donna: “Much tougher, much more demanding. The customer always wants her money’s worth. And you need to supply the goodies. You must always work hard to please the client.”




“Yes, Mrs. Car-mmm …”




Donna was pushed back into Carol’s vagina and started to work on her lips and clit immediately. Licking frantically; Donna had to do her utmost to please this woman. It was vital for her future.




“…And having female clients is even worse. We are demanding, you fucking slut,” Carol explained. “You may have fantasized about this in a more romantic, erotic way but it basically comes down to this. You, on your knees sucking on a clit, your face buried in a hairy cunt. Naked, exposed, humble. And pretending to like it. Don’t forget that part, my little mother of two. You must always show you like it, love it.”




Donna started to understand what the woman meant. It wasn’t just due to the fear, what she was doing now was not at all erotically stimulating. Her tongue was getting tired, her arm ached from the awkward position Carol had put her in order to work the dildo. And the taste and smell of Carol’s juices were just not nice. And Carol’s obscenities only served to make things worse.




“Oh, yeah,” Carol moaned, getting into it more and more again. “Just think of your family right now. What would your husband say now, seeing you sucking on my pussy? Your poor sap of a husband working so hard for the family? Set aside his personal needs for your future?”




Donna was pressed deeper in the bush.




“And your daughters? Living their perfect lives as you suck and fuck for money? Oh, those thoughts…” Carol moaned on, “that is so exciting. What a fucking slut you are to betray your family the way you do. It makes me so hot to see you licking me, working me with that dildo, just because you have that itch, just because you’re a slut. What a hypocrite you have been all through your life!!!”




And with that Carol had a sudden powerful orgasm and bucked wildly. She pushed and pulled Donna’s head wildly between her legs.




“Yeaahhh!!” Carol shouted. “Ohh, shitt, yeaah!!!”




Donna did her best not to cry in pain as her head was painfully pulled around and harshly scraped against the dildo. She tried to stop her mistreatment but Carol kept it up all through her orgasm, and only let go after her orgasm had faded.




“Now lick me clean, cunt,” Carol sighed, spreading her legs widely, offering her bush to Donna. “And I want to see you lap it like a dog, bitch..”




Donna gulped down her reluctance and pushed her head back into the bush, licking it clean. In the process, she inevitably got some of Carol’s hair in her teeth as her tongue moved over the wild bush. Donna found it gross, but knew better than to show her disgust. She just carefully removed the hairs from her mouth, or swallowed them, whenever Carol didn’t look.




“Was it any good, Mrs. Carol,” Donna asked Carol with a wicked smile when she was finished, her face covered with a mixture of sweat and cum.




Carol smiled back and sat up. Her hand trailed Donna’s breasts, Donna on her knees between Carol’s legs. Donna still lapped lapping at Carol’s inner thighs and vagina.




“You’ll be a very successful whore if you keep this up,” Carol finally answered, “You still need to learn a lot, but you got potential. I had a nice little orgasm.”




Carol got up and walked away to the bathroom door. She didn’t even look at Donna as she walked away. Donna was taken aback but figured that it was due to the aftermath of her orgasm.




Carol made Donna wait a long time as she took a shower. At first, Donna thought about what had just happened and how she shamelessly had pleasured a stranger. Soon she cast away those thoughts as useless anyway. All it did was make feel bad about herself. Donna had done what she had to do. No need to remind herself over and over how far she had fallen.




No, instead, as she waited on the bed, her thoughts went back to her work and the huge amount of work that she still had to do this afternoon. As she went over the items she had to finish, she began to feel anxious again.




“What time is it now? How long have I been in this room now?” Donna wondered impatiently. “And can’t she hurry up?”




She heard the woman still shower and it took a good long 15 minutes before a refreshed Carol walked out of the small bathroom.




“I expected you’d be dressed already, Cutty” Carol said annoyed. “Well come on, I don’t have all day.”




Donna quickly got up and grabbed her clothes. She understood a shower was out of the question but she hoped she would be allowed to freshen up her face. The cum was sticky and smelled.




“Can I freshen up a bit, Mrs. Carol?” She asked after she was dressed in her business clothing again.




Carol clipped the leash on her collar. “No, you want to show yourself like this. Trust me. It’s good for business.”




Donna couldn’t belief that this woman had played her like this. She had seemed so sincere, had seemed to really care. How could Carol now behave like this? Donna told herself that Carol had to play their cruel game too. “If Carol didn’t do as they wanted”, Donna reminded herself, “she’ll be in trouble too.”




“You did fine with respect to the act itself.” Carol complimented “But the aftermath was really clumsy. I should not be waiting on you. While I was showering, you had enough time to get yourself ready. And you should be happy and content, as I am. It’s a turn off to see your glum, washed-out face now that I’m refreshed and ready to go. As a client I want to see you looking at your best, eager to go at it again.”




“I’m sorry, Mrs. Carol.” The leash was put on her again.




“Come on” Carol said, impatiently tugging at the leash, painfully yanking at Donna’s neck as Donna reached to grab her working bag.




“I’m done, Mrs. Carol.” Donna quickly put her sex toys into her bag and smiled obediently.




“Let’s go then.” Carol turned and walked out of the room, with Donna prancing uncomfortably behind her.




Donna worried about her appearance. She knew Ms. Brendan would be looking at her and would hold any flaw against her. Her make up wasn’t right; it was smeared and awful. She walked down the stairs in fear of the look Ms Brendan was likely to give her.




The entire group of women looked up as they returned and it made Donna blush. She knew all knew what had just happened and the openness was killing her. She had just whored herself and it seemed the whole group was anxious to hear from Carol how it had been.




“And,” one of the ladies asked at Carol. “Any good?”




“She will make a fine whore,” Carol answered as she walked into the living room, Donna trailing behind. “It took a while but she really got into it and managed to give me quite a good orgasm.”




Donna smiled relieved; Carol seemed at least satisfied with her. Donna looked shyly at the faces of the other women, all of them observing her intently. She wondered if Carol’s remarks were sufficient to appease them, and especially Ms Brendan.




“But Cutty really needs to improve her act a bit.” Carol continued, becoming more critical. “In the beginning she was much too uncertain and at the end she failed to clean up immediately so I had to wait on her.”




“Well, you knew she hadn’t done this before,” one of the ladies remarked.




“Of course, you are right,” Carol said as she sat down and began to snack on fresh berries. “It was very nice to see the emotional turmoil on her face as Cutty turned her first trick. You know how I love that. And as far as licking, you’ve trained her marvelously, Heather, as usual.”




Donna just stared at the ground. She wished it would swallow her whole and put an end to the endless humiliation. She felt so ashamed about herself and her own actions already, and now they were talking about her as if she wasn’t here.




“But how would you rate her,” another woman asked.




“I’d say a six-seven,” Carol replied, “by your standards, Maud. I just enjoyed the first time, the emotion of it, not her skills. Her acceptance of her role as a whore, as we progressed, was wonderful! Now she can become a professional whore. That just takes time. I did miss her drive a bit. For someone who became a whore due to her own lust, she was surprisingly insecure.”




“All a turn on for me,” Carol admitted. “But for you a no-no.”




“Indeed, I need women who are devoted into giving me an orgasm.” Maud, the woman asking all the questions, agreed as she felt up Donna’s leg. “and I will do everything to make them act that way.”




Donna saw the eyes of the woman sizing her up but didn’t dare to look back, let alone move. Maud’s hand moved up to her ass and Donna turned beat red. Never in her life had she felt so cheap.




“Cutty,” Ms. Brendan asked. “How did you like it?”




Donna looked uncomfortably at Ms Brendan but forced a smile. Donna just wanted to disappear!




“I..I..” she stumbled “…It was more emotional than I thought it would be, Ms. Brendan.”




“Explain.” Ms Brendan instructed. She was obviously not too happy with Donna’s performance.




“Well, at first I wasn’t really ready for it. It came as a surprise to me, Ms. Brendan.” Donna carefully weighed her words, knowing any mistake would cost her dearly. “I was a bit caught up with my ‘other’ work today, so when this opportunity arose, I just had to do a bit of a mind-switching in the beginning.”




“After that it was okay, more than okay to me. I loved pleasuring Mrs. Carol. I loved to let her use my body and to use my skills to please her. The new things you’ve taught me really helped a lot, Ms. Brendan.”




Donna knew she had to compliment Carol and Ms. Brendan, compliment everybody actually. It would make them feel better, and accept her ‘lousy’ performance. She understood that she had to promise to do better in the future. Anything to avoid more harsh punishment.




“At the end, my inexperienced showed and I totally forgot I was a prostitute. I had gotten so emotional I just forgot. And so I waited for Mrs. Carol to finish showering, instead of cleaning myself up while she did. But that mistake won’t be made again, Ms. Brendan. I promise.”




“I can vow for her emotional involvement,” Carol came to the rescue. “She really seemed to be in love with me at one moment. You could see her eyes glow. And she really gave her best at those moments. That’s when she licked the best.”




“Thank you, Mrs. Carol,” Donna whispered gratefully. She looked at Ms. Brendan, hoping to see some mercy.




“Well, I think we’ll have to agree Heather has created another fine slut for us.” Another women spoke up. “A six-seven with no real experience is pretty good. She didn’t break down, didn’t stop her performance, she just made beginners mistakes. Cutty will get rid of those after a few more sessions.”




“Yes. It seems Heather has impressed us again by finding this married slut for us.” Another woman agreed. “Congratulations Heather, you’ve proved again you’re the queen of turning innocent housewives into sluts and whores.”




With that, the crowd of women gathered around and raised their glasses to toast Ms. Brendan. Donna was given a glass of champagne and had to cheer along. Donna cheered and applauded Ms. Brendan for turning her into a lesbian whore, and as she did she was fully aware of how ridiculous she was behaving.




Instead of screaming in rage as she felt she should, she cowardly was raising her glass and cheered along, even smiling at those around her who, in turn, were laughing at her dumb willingness to celebrate.




And as she thought of what she was actually celebrating it dawned on her more and more what she actually had done. She had really whored herself to a stranger. She had really licked, sucked, a strangers pussy. Something she had found repulsive all her life, she had found inexplainable women could do that, she had done. She had sold herself for money. The images of her act, the sticky grey haired pussy, the awful smell, the humiliating shouts from her first client, she started to understand she had taken a crucial step. She disgusted herself the more she thought about it. Especially now she heard other women had revolted, had refused. She had not.




Ms. Brendan, from her side, enjoyed the praise like a true leader would, smiling and nodding at the others and looking Donna straight in the eye. This was the moment of her glory. Ms. Brendan had such power over her right now, Donna realized, and it sent a chill down her spine. Or what was left of it.




But no matter her inner turmoil, Donna still responded with a smile. Tears welled up in her eyes but she kept on smiling. Amidst the chatter of the group, Ms. Brendan raised her glass to Donna, and Donna did the same, simply forced by Ms Brendan’s look alone. The crowd chattered aloud as they silently cheered. Ms. Brendan looked at Donna eye-to-eye, and Donna felt hopelessly owned by this evil woman. She knew she could never beat this powerful woman. She was just was a worthless wife, a worthless mother. Donna knew that everything that had happened was thanks to her own weakness and stupidity. Donna was to blame for all that had happened to her. Donna had let her family down. Ms. Brendan had been right; Donna was just another slut, a dumb whore.

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Part 43 Punishment To Entry

Punishment to enjoy



The humiliating experience had hurt Donna deeper than she at first had thought. She was used to the humiliation by now, but this time it felt different. The first sign of its true impact came during her ride to work afterwards. She experienced several fits where she just started to cry uncontrollably. Tears just poured out of her eyes, she hyperventilated, and she was forced to stop the car to calm down. She couldn’t control these emotions, the physical reaction. She hadn’t had outburst like these since her teenage years and now they came to her if her mind only slightly wandered back to her whore session. And it was almost impossible not to think of that, worse so once she had noticed her own intense reactions.




It made her feel so much more weak and insecure. They had again cut straight through all her boundaries, deep into her soul. They again had made her do things she never wanted to do, never had imagined she would do. She knew they had made her cross a boundary that was just one too far. She felt her mind just couldn’t handle it, she was breaking down.




Finally at her job things didn’t fare any better; to the contrary, Donna had extreme difficulty concentrating on her work and her frequent cry sessions in the bathroom didn’t help either. On top of that her own body betrayed her too. It by now associated the bathroom with scratching her two itches which therefore flared up every time she went. She was thus forced to use a dildo and twist and turn her butt plug as she went through a cry session. This demeaning state in turn made her ramble even longer, hurting herself even deeper.




Next the information from Carol proved to be more of a curse than a blessing. A too-enthusiastic Mrs. Cullington followed up on it and as a result gave Donna much more work than she could handle. Her boss mistakenly thought Donna would be happy if she was in the spotlight. Normally she would have been, but now however the praises sounded hollow; the job itself now reminded Donna too much of Ms Brendan, her torturer. It had been an escape before, but it had lost its glamour. Now it felt much more as just part of the trap she was in, part of the overwhelming force ruling her life, controlling her every step.




The most misplaced praise by her boss was when she promised she would arrange for Donna to meet Mrs. Carol more often, again to get Donna more into the spot light. That was the very last thing Donna wanted, being exposed to her first client on a regular basis. She could just hear the bitches laugh at her, laugh at her pitiful state. However, how could she refuse? Donna could do little more than mouth a "thank you" to Mrs. Cullington as tears sprung into her eyes, and she excused herself and went to the bathrooms again. A move her boss mistakenly thought was out of sheer joy.




A deeply depressed Donna finally left the office. In her hands a pile of papers still to process and she knew that it would be a very, very long night for her.




Her next appointment, the gym, was a continuation of her penance. Bill, Mr Jersey now, had a gruesome schedule ready for her, to get rid of the extra fat gathered during her ‘holidays’. Donna noticed a next change in her. This ‘punishment’, as unjust as it maybe was, became more a kind of relief. All she had to do was to force herself to reach the quotas set per machine. All she had to do was to physically exhaust her body, physically hurt herself. No more thinking of anything else.




Strangely enough to Donna she noticed she actually felt she did deserve this gruesome treatment. It felt as a just reward for her own actions, her own stupidity. She found herself working her own body to the limit, without mercy, and feeling good about it. She ended up hurting all over but feeling so good, so fulfilled. And Mr. Jersey’s compliments on a job well done felt like icing on the cake. It was so satisfying knowing she really had hurt herself to the max.




Donna‘s new awkward emotions got her wondering how much she was changing, body and soul. As she showered and got ready to go home she tried to analyze them, but noticed she felt much better if she was distracted by the pain of her muscles. She didn’t want to think about herself. She wanted to forget the emotional wreck she was right now. Dwelling in her pain was so much better.




Her last stop for the day was her own home, where Ninon would most likely be waiting for her. She had enough reasons to punish Donna. Donna had not followed her numerous rules to the letter on the previous days, how could she had done so today? And she didn’t feel she had done such a good job at Ms Brendan’s… Donna just knew Ninon would be merciless, she had been so the previous days. And… she really hoped Ninon would be.




More over, her own stupidity hit home once again just when she parked her car. Donna recalled suddenly she didn’t even know for how much she had sold herself! This truly amazed herself; she never had seen herself as a truly dumb cunt, but this… How could she have been so stupid? Going through all this humiliation, all the effort, all these emotions, and not even using the one single benefit it could have given her!




Donna wanted to kick herself, and she felt a wave of relief going through her as she walked up to the house and saw a stern Ninon awaiting her in the open door with a whip in hand. How she had to be hurt badly!




Donna wasn’t let down. A cold Ninon instructed her to come inside and undress immediately. She got a harsh sharp lash on her butt for not being fast enough, which made her yelp out loud. Donna had not expected to be hit already in the hallway; usually she was lashed only in the safe ‘guest’ room.




Donna undressed quickly, for fear the neighbors would hear her shrieks if she was hit more. Naked, except for her nylons and heels, she was then lead into the living room, not to the sound proof room.




“Bend over the table” Ninon ordered.




“But… the neighbors..?” Donna reasoned.




A harsh lash on her half exposed breast followed, which made Donna howl in pain.




“Bend over the table stupid cunt.” Ninon told her one more time.




Donna fearfully bent over and grasped the glass table firmly. She saw the angry red mark on her breast, and felt it go on to her side. She was never hit this hard -this cruelly- by Ninon.




“Please, please, Mrs Bondain, please don’t do it here…” Donna begged, “The curtains, the noise…”




“Shut up, Cutty.” Ninon just said, as the whip swiped through the air again, hitting her straight on her back. Another harsh shriek of Donna followed. “Just do as your told, make it easier for yourself.” Ninon explained as she walked up to Donna.




She grabbed her by her hair, lifted her head and they looked each other in the eye.




“How is my little whore doing. Did you enjoy selling yourself, cheap cunt?” Ninon venomously spoke “Don’t you feel stupid now. Really dumb, a low life slut?”




“And I was told you have been crying a lot on the job.” Ninon went on, as her whip caressed Donna’s back “It’s a little late for fake remorse isn’t it? You volunteered to sell yourself didn’t you. I mean, nobody was really putting a gun to your head or so. You even celebrated the achievement, didn’t you.”




Donna felt so ashamed as she shook her head in agreement, crying again.




“I did hear you have outdone yourself at the gym. Was it fun flaunting your sweaty body for Bill? Trying to get him to fuck you? You know you are a staunched lesbian now, aren’t you?”




Donna didn’t understand this, but just shook her head again.




“Then why flirt with men?!” Ninon exclaimed, and a wave of lashes came down on Donna, who cried out in pain.




“And why don’t you follow the rules? Why do you deliberately break them all the time?” Ninon asked, and another wave of lashes followed.




Donna fell down to the floor in pain, and cried loudly “Please Mrs Bondain, no more, please no more”




“Get up, and get ready for more punishment.” Ninon replied to her plea.




Donna knew better than to disobey and pulled herself together, all the time whimpering for mercy.




“Why do you deserve this punishment, Cutty?” Ninon asked Donna as the poor woman stood trembling in front of her, covered in red welts.




Donna wanted to say “I don’t know” but knew that would only anger her torturer, and so opted for listing up actions she had done which might conflict with her rules.




“I… I took too long under the shower, I didn’t make myself up correctly, I wasn’t pleasing Mrs Bondain immediately after she woke up…and… I didn’t ask for the payment…”




“That’s it, stupid cunt! A whore always asks for money first! You really embarrassed Ms Brendan by acting so inexperienced!!” and another wave of lashes came down on her.




Donna heard Ninon yell at her what a stupid bitch she had been but she couldn’t absorb it; the pain was too much. She felt herself fall, and soon everything was dark around her and she was gone.




When she came to, her body was aching and her back side, her ass, her legs were all covered in fierce red stripes. Donna noticed Ninon had whipped every sensitive part of her, her inner thighs, the side of her torso, and of course the regular places, her ass, her vagina, even her breast had been hit from behind.




Donna saw she had dropped her butt-plug and Ben Waa balls involuntarily. They lay scattered on the ground, on the carpet, covered in her excretions. “That’s gonna be difficult to clean” she thought as she tried to get up. “Where’s Ninon?” she wondered. She finally heard her talking outside and feared the worse. Had she invited more tormentors, had her neighbors heard her?




Donna limped painfully towards the door and indeed there were people there, but it was much worse than she had feared. It was the police. The same cops that had visited her before.




“And here she is.” Ninon said to the agents as Donna appeared in the doorway. “The owner of the house.”




“Next time do dress up Donna.” Ninon ridiculed Donna as she appeared naked in plain view. “These police agents might get the right idea.”




“I explained these men we were playing a sex game, where I had to whip you, and that we got a bit carried away.” Ninon went on “Do tell them your story, and promise them, like me, that we’ll keep it quiet from now on.”




Donna looked at the agents and wished the world would open up and swallow her. Their unbelieving staring eyes made her cover herself as good as she possibly could. She cursed herself for walking naked towards the door. Again a change; she was so used to walking naked, she hadn’t even thought of covering herself. And now the cold quickly got a hold of her too, making her painful nipples obscenely erect.




“Yes…” Donna stammered as she covered herself with her hands, terribly ashamed “Everything is alright officers, we just got carried away, and I screamed maybe a bit too loud…”




“A bit is an understatement ma’am. The neighbors heard you scream almost a block away.” One of the officers replied “And please, do cover up.”




“The neighbors called there was a fight going on, and that you were in peril” The other officer add “We came as fast as we could.”




He pointed to the police car parked on her lawn, with bright lights flickering.




Donna went quickly inside to put on a coat. She felt another fit coming on, and had to breath deeply to keep calm. These cops would never take her seriously anymore. Neither would her neighbors. Things just kept on falling down around her the more she tried to hold on to them.




“We need to make a report, because of the numerous calls.” The police agents continued meanwhile with Ninon.




“We can understand that.” Ninon answered “Normally it would be something serious, but with Donna here you can be sure it is something completely different.”




“You can say that again.” The first officer replied, obviously recalling their first encounter with Donna.




Donna stumbled back to the door and noticed several neighbors watching from their doors and windows to see what was going on. Donna wondered if they had seen her too, when she had appeared naked in the doorway, clearly whipped all over.




“Of course they had.” She figured “That’ll be the talk of the town tomorrow, if not right now already.”




Ninon waved mockingly to the neighbors as she continued to explain what happened to the officers. Donna had to join in the conversation to explain the officers it had just been a sex game gone too far, which they finally believed.




As the police car drove off, Ninon turned and pushed Donna back inside. “Let’s continue upstairs.”




Donna felt relief going through her as she was pushed upstairs, to the sound proof room. At least now she could scream freely, without worrying someone could hear her.




The night continued with Donna tied up, gagged, and whipped ferociously by Ninon. In between she was forced to thank Ninon for the lessons, and made to promise she would improve herself, promise to follow the ridiculous rules to the letter. And of course she had to apologize endlessly for her failure to ask for her money, for embarrassing Ms Brendan by not being the perfect whore.




But Donna still loved the punishment. She relished the pain, wanted for Ninon to punish her more and more. She loved to apologize. She knew these feelings were odd, crazy, but she couldn’t help them. She figured this was how it felt to be ‘broken’ mentally. Anything Ninon did to her she was grateful for, she had no will to fight her. Every whip lash was right, was just. And the pain, it felt so deserved and it relaxed her troubled mind.




For what seemed like hours the session went on. She was painfully constrained in various positions and paddled and whipped until she fainted. The session just went on when she woke up again. Donna didn’t know her body could hurt that much and was surprised by her own stamina. And all the time she gratefully thanked her torturer in words, in action by licking her to several orgasms and in her mind, as she dwelled on her own stupidity.




“I think you’ve been punished enough, Cutty..” Ninon at last told an exhausted Donna “I think you took it very well and I am very pleased with you.”




Donna smiled meekly, as she lay bent over the bed, legs spread onto the floor. Her skin totally inflamed, her body covered in welts and her face a mess due to her tears and her drooling. “Thank you, Mrs. Bondain…” she barely managed to stammer.




“As a token of my appreciation I’ll give you something I know you will appreciate.” Ninon said as she walked to the side of the room, where something was covered under a blanket. She pushed the item towards the bed.




“I’ll introduce you to the new training tool you purchased.” Ninon said, and she pulled the blanket off, revealing some sort of mechanical device.




“It’s an electronic fucking machine” Ninon explained to the wondering Donna “See, the dildo’s go here, one for the pussy, one for the ass. This wonderful piece of art can even work them separately. With this remote you can adjust the separate speeds. You position yourself in front of it, and the machine will just fuck you into oblivion.”




“But what is really special” Ninon said with a proud smile “ are these devices.”




She held up a few rubber dildos.




“They are specially designed. They have a double layer with sensors so the machine can check if you are fucking back. If not the machine gives off an electric current which will hit you right in your cunt or ass, or both. The jolt even increases if there’s still no reaction. This way you’ll have to fuck yourself silly whenever you mount your holes on the machine. This is the most modern way of learning how to fuck, getting your body trained in endurance and to stretch your holes. All at the same time.”




“Remember you still have to fit ‘Lenny’. It will go so much faster with this tool.” Ninon reminded Donna “And last but not least, if you do your best you can cum endlessly. I mean you practically have to do nothing but wriggle a bit. No more tired arms, legs. You can focus solely on your own orgasms. If you read the reviews of this machine you’ll see everyone is enthusiastic about it.”




Donna watched the torture tool with some fear. She knew it would somehow mean long painful torture sessions for her.




“As you still have work to do I’ll place this tool at Julie’s desk.” Ninon went on “See, it is quite easy to roll around. You place it firmly on the ground by pulling up the wheels like this.” The machine halted as it pinned itself to the floor. “And here you adjust the angle of the machine. Like this..” and she positioned the machine's piston arm so the dildo stood almost straight up. “you can now use it as a chair, so you can work while being rammed.”




“Now go fetch your papers and I’ll strap you onto this machine and leave you to your work.”




Donna scrambled painfully to her feet, and went to fetch the papers. She felt like she was going crazy. She loved the way her body hurt all over, wanted to be hurt even more even though she knew she couldn’t stand any more. What was happening to her?




When she came back upstairs with the pile of papers she was guided into Julie’s room, where she was placed in front of the computer on Julie’s dresser. That way she would also see herself in the mirrors.




The machine was placed in front of the dresser also, in an angle that would force Donna to stand half bent. Donna knew that position would strain her legs all too soon but knew better than to complain. In fact she told herself she deserved this additional treatment anyway.




“We’ll start with these two for now.” Ninon said as she showed Donna a medium sized and a small dildo. She screwed them onto the machine. “See how simple this works?”




“Now come here.” Ninon told the watching Donna “Lay the papers on the dresser and put your arms up.”




Quickly a belt was strapped around her belly.




“Put yourself onto the machine, I coated the dildos with gel already.”




Donna carefully bent back onto the machine, guiding the two dildos into her holes. She indeed had to bend a bit, couldn’t really sit.




“Move a bit up and down.” Ninon instructed when the dildos were in.




Donna moved a bit up and down.




“They need to be adjusted a bit, right?” Ninon said as she saw Donna’s uncomfortable face.




Ninon adjusted the space between the dildos a bit, making it smaller. When at last it fit properly she fastened the belt with chains and a padlock to the machine.




“Move all the way up, try to take the dildos out.” Ninon ordered.




Donna tried, and the chains where adjusted until she couldn’t move off of the dildos.




“Now you can’t get off the machine, only ‘get off’” Ninon joked




“This position might get painful after a while” Ninon warned “But you need to get used to being fucked in difficult positions, so see it as a test of your endurance.”




“Ok, these are all your papers, you got your daughter’s computer… Anything else I can do for you Cutty?”




“No, Mrs Bondain.” Donna answered as she felt the pain of her awkward position already kick in “Thank you, Mrs Bondain, for helping me…”




“Don’t you worry, you filthy slut, we’ll see to all you needs. By the way, you’re free to come numerous times. After all this pain you really deserve some joy. So have fun, and don’t scream too loud, or you’ll probably end up in jail this time.”






And with that Ninon left Donna alone in her daughter’s room, strapped to the fucking machine underneath her. The machine moved in a slow pace, more teasing her than really fucking her. She moved up and down a bit to try out her own movability.




“I can handle this…” Donna thought as she rested on the dildos a bit, letting them wobble her up and down slowly. It felt funny, as the two dildos didn’t really have the same speed. It made her feel as if she was on a boat, rolling from wave to wave.




Donna now tried to focus on her work. She needed to finish a lot still, and would probably need an hour or two. To her surprise she noticed it was only 11:00 o’clock. She thought her ordeal had been much longer than the few hours it actually had been. She felt dead tired though, and wanted to get some much needed sleep.




It was soon thereafter she felt the first jolt of electricity. Not painful, just a small irritation. She had been so concentrated on her work she had almost forgotten about her predicament. The jolt reminded her she had to move herself and squeeze the dildo to avoid shocks. She bucked a bit back on the machine and pushed on the rubber dildos in her cunt and ass with her inner muscles. It worked, or at least there followed no additional electrical shock.




From there on it became an endurance test for Donna. She didn’t have to move, wriggle much, but the moment she forgot about it, if she lost herself in her work too long, the machine gave her another jolt. Sometimes in her ass, sometimes in her vagina. If she didn’t react the next jolt would be stronger, forcing her to react to avoid pain. Strapped to the device she had no other choice but to hump and squeeze the dildos on a regular basis.




Donna kind of understood the meaning of this ‘training’ as she worked on. It taught her to fuck automatically. It would become second nature for her to wriggle her bottom on dildos even as she was deeply concentrated in her work. After all she had gone through, she didn’t mind that. Actually, she even welcomed it, as it would mean she could do her work as she was training. It would help her get up to date with her work, and then Ms Brendan would maybe even give her the full time job back. It could be a way to escape the sexual path she was on.




But there was more to this exercise. Her itch played up of course, making her wriggle automatically, and making her vagina produce more and more juices. The slow pace of the machine was not enough to really scratch good, and so she humped back on the dildos whenever the itches became too much. It helped her avoiding shocks but it also aroused her. The slow constant pace of the machine, her itch, her own humping back, the noise of the dildos plunging in her vagina and ass -- it just got to her, even if she tried to concentrate solely on her work. At last it made her wriggle, hump faster as a well deserved orgasm built up. She rubbed her clit furiously, slumped over her papers and surrendered to her body’s fevered state.




Shamefully she finally pitched into an orgasm and it was a shattering one. Her body reacted as if it hadn’t orgasmed in ages. Donna felt a wave of relief go through her mind and body as her body spasmed wildly. She grabbed hold on the desk, rubbed her breast on the desk, and moaned loudly. She so deserved this good feeling! She so deserved it after all the punishment. She rocked back on the dildo’s trying to make the orgasm last longer.




As the orgasm finally, a warm tingling feeling seeped through her body. It was a gentle feeling caressing her battered body. Donna was happy, grateful, she had been allowed to enjoy this orgasm. Yes, it was humiliating to be in her own daughter’s room, slumped over her dresser. Yes it was shameful to be degraded by being bound to a fucking machine. Yes, she probably looked like a slut as she orgasmed. But she had endured punishment for her faults already. This was just something she allowed herself to enjoy. And she enjoyed it to the max!




She humped the machine gently, allowing her clit to rub the ribbed dildo. She moved her hips gently up and down. She felt as squirts of her juices shot out of her vagina as she sighed with her eyes closed, her mind temporary blank. The bliss of the orgasm had enwrapped her totally, and Donna hung over the desk, over her papers, gone…




It was soon thereafter she woke to another lesson. Electrical driven dildos don’t stop. Her highly sensitive vagina was penetrated in the same slow, relentless rhythm. She had no way to avoid it, strapped to the machine as she was. The best she could do was lift herself up, getting the dildo’s out of her as much as possible. She could then push her clit away from the pumping dildos. It was an uncomfortable position, but she just had to endure it until her sensitivity was gone.




The good feeling subsiding Donna tried to focus on her work once again to distract her mind. This was what Ninon had meant with endurance, Donna understood. The machine had no knowledge of her captor’s feelings, and would just pump on with its steady pace. She was glad the pace was so slow, that made it at least bearable.




When she finally could move back into a ‘normal’ position again and worked for a few minutes again, she noticed another challenge. The dildo in her ass was drying up. Her vagina wasn’t a problem, as it produced more than enough juices, but her ass of course didn’t. She was soon forced to coat the ass dildo with the juices from her vagina or her own spit. This was a tedious job which took some time plus her juices didn’t work as well as the gel, meaning she had to coat the ass dildo often. To produce more juices she rubbed her clit. She was now kind of grateful they had conditioned her vagina to produce so much juices.




An annoying result of the rubbing was of course she now only had one hand to really work with, which together with the distraction of the electric shocks, didn’t really help her speed up. And as time passed, the position she was in started to cramp her legs too. She had to lean on Julie’s desk to give her legs a rest ever so often, making her progress even slower. As the night continued her legs started to cramp more and more, and she hoped Ninon would release her before it would become unbearable.




But Donna did enjoy each orgasm that was forced upon her. After the first her shame had subsided, and she became eager to come. The slow rhythm of the machine was a blessing and she silently thanked Ninon for the pace. It worked her up slowly and when she was ready she just humped back as fast as she could, getting herself off. She enjoyed the climaxes so much. Each one just seemed to warm her body more. They caused her pain to subsided, gave her mind some much needed rest.




And she was so happy she could enjoy them so much, or better, was allowed to enjoy them. Nobody around to humiliate her, no cameras, no laughing faces, she was just with herself and her feelings. The more she got into it, the better she came. She hungered for each new orgasm more and more. She pushed her body up and down the machine without any reluctance, rubbing her clit feverishly with her hands or with the rubbed dildo. And the terrible itch she had in both her holes was now a blessing, as it made her wriggle about, scratching her inner holes and at the same time arousing her constantly! Getting her ready for the next orgasm so much faster, so much heavier. It was so wonderful!




Very late at night, a dead tired but satisfied Donna was finally finished with work and started to call for Ninon to release her. It was around three o’clock in the morning and she wanted to sleep desperately. She had orgasmed so many times now her juices started to dry up. In addition the cramp in her legs were unbearable now. She had to slump over the desk resting on her arms to give her legs their much needed rest.




Unfortunately Ninon didn’t answer her. Donna didn’t want to yell out loud, for fear her neighbors would call the cops on her again, and so, after numerous efforts, she figured Ninon had fallen asleep and wouldn’t wake up soon; She had to help herself.


She couldn’t detach herself from the machine, but with enormous flexibility she could bend over forward and turn the knob of the machine holding up the dildo’s so she could change their angle. She couldn’t manage to get the wheels unlocked, but with some force she could move the whole machine a bit.




Donna looked around and saw the jar with jell on the night stand next to Juliie’s bed. She decided to move the machine around to the bed to lay down, at which moment she also could pick up the jar with jell to coat the ever-pumping dildos. It took all her last strength to hop the machine around towards the bed, and with a last impossible move she adjusted the angle to horizontal. She could now rest her upper body on the bed, as the machine worked her holes. Her legs could now rest on the ground.




Donna coated the dildo’s with the jell and finally truly relaxed. She slumped over the bed and just let the machine work her vagina and ass. She humped every now and then to avoid the shocks. She still enjoyed the dildos scratching her itches, arousing her again. She let herself be worked up by the steady rhythm of the machine, until she just had to hump her hips faster and faster for another mind-shattering orgasm. This one was the absolute best as her mind was completely at ease, having finished all her assignments for the day.




The feeling was so good she forced another and another onto herself. She never had enjoyed such fulfillment. She just loved each orgasm. Each wave of pleasure alleviated her body and her mind, made her forget the whip marks, the strain in her muscles, her legs. And best of all the fact that she was told it was up to her if she wanted them. She was free to enjoy them as she wanted to. It was the main reason she knew she enjoyed them so much. She wanted it herself, and had no fear, shame, or whatever emotion to hold her back.




Finally tired after the many orgasms she fell into a slumbering sleep. The shocks woke her up regularly at which time she drowsily humped back on the rubber penises moaning a little out of sheer enjoyment. At times she had to coat the dildos again which she did robotically. Her dreams were filled with orgies of men fucking her, some resembling her husband, some just people she knew or had met recently. Even the Caribbean gang invaded her dreams. She orgasmed numerous times in her dreams, and in every position. Donna had reached a blissful state which she never wanted to leave…








“MOM!!!”




Donna woke up slowly, incoherent of her surroundings at first




“How could you!! This is disgusting!! In my room!!!”




Donna turned her head towards the rumbling noise and saw her eldest daughter in the door with her bags.




“Oh no, look at the mess she made!!!”




Donna saw Ninon and Trixy join Julie in the door way, each looking around in the room. Donna followed their gaze and saw what they saw.




The room was indeed a mess. It started at Julie’s desk where you could see the marks of the machine in the carpet. Worse, you could also clearly see the stains her gel and her excretions had made. The desk was a disaster of papers and visible stains. Next was a trail of holes in the carpet, together with the familiar stains all the way to the bed, where the mess was even worse. The jar with jell had fallen on the ground, messing up the night stand and the carpet underneath it, and underneath Donna was another large pool of jell combined with juices. It even had leaked down the still pumping machine. And on top of that was her own vision. A naked woman, covered in whip marks, strapped to a fucking machine, which still humped into her, still making the mechanical noise of the pumps working on her, still making the sopping noise of her holes.




How could she have forgotten that her daughters would return today? Did she know it?




“She really did make a mess of the room” Ninon agreed, acting as if she was completely innocent.




“I can’t deal with this, this is just too gross!!!” Julie screamed and threw her bags on the floor and ran off.




Donna was too tired to really react right now. She felt shame, she felt humiliation, but most of all she felt tired, broken.




“Let’s get her off the machine first.” Ninon said to Trixy, and they walked up to her, carefully avoiding the wet stains in the ruined carpet.




Donna lay still, still wriggling her bottom as she was used to all night, as she felt them unstrapping her.




“She is really out of it.” Trixy noted.




“Yes she is. After a night of such bliss.” Ninon explained.




Donna felt a mixture of relief and regret as the machine was rolled away from her. A disgusting double pop indicated the dildo’s exited her orifices. It followed by an even more disgusting flush of secretions leaving her holes, falling straight on the carpet.




In shame Donna pushed her head into the warm cover shade. When she lifted her head she saw the back of Trixy’s hand in front of her face. She understood the gesture and leaned forward and kissed it in gratitude.




“And what do you say than, Donna?” Ninon pushed Donna.




“Thank you, thank you Ms Trixy.” Donna said softly, but honestly.

Part 44 The Whore Teacher




Donna sat at the kitchen table, taking a break from her morning duties. She had still so much to do! She looked at her nails to check if she had done them correctly. She had done so five times already in the last minute alone, but she kept forgetting. Her mind couldn’t hold anything anymore; she was so desperate for sleep.



As she sat in the chilly kitchen, she had to constantly rub herself; both her holes itched terribly. She never had had it this bad. Both her pussy and ass were flaming red. It had to be some kind of infection caused by her all-night buggering. And as she thought about it, her hand slipped inside her vagina again as if acting on its own. At the same time, Donna began to rub her ass across the seat of her chair so that her butt plug would be forced inside her and scratch her inner ass hole roughly. How could she get through the day, feeling like this?



Donna looked at herself. The whip marks were still visible, even though her skin glistened with soothing oil. Her white lace corset was okay. She pulled her white stockings up tightly for the umpteenth time. Must watch out not to tear them, Donna reminded herself. Hadn't she just told herself that? She looked out of the kitchen. Had she cleaned the living room already? She vaguely thought she had. And what time is it anyway? She looked for a clock.



“Hi, Mom.”



Donna’s face immediately turned red as Trixy walked in. Quickly, she stopped rubbing herself on the chair and removed her hand from her vagina, only to reveal her wet fingers as they grabbed her coffee mug. But Trixy seemed indifferent to her mother’s actions as she simply passed by to fetch herself a drink. Not even the wardrobe Donna had been given to wear seemed to surprise her daughter.




Ninon had Donna dressed up like a 19th-century whore right after she was released from the terrible machine. The outfit even included vintage can-can shoes with wooden soles. It must be ridiculous to see your own mother in a corset, with a large ribbon knot at the back, no panties, stockings with vintage garter belt. The layers of make up on Donna’s face, the large false dark black eye lashes, her pushed-up curled hair with the fake small satin flowers and ribbons in it. Even the make-up on her nipples, even if they were mostly hidden behind the tight corset.




Yet despite all this there was no real response from Trixy, and that made it worse for Donna. Her daughter clearly accepted this all as Donna's own doing. She was probably convinced Donna was doing this out of her own sheer depravity. And if her own daughter believed it…




“Look, she’s turning red.” Ninon was accompanying Trixy. “She’s so lost right now.”




And that was true. Donna was lost, completely lost. She was tired, exhausted; her pussy and ass controled her thoughts constantly. And she didn’t want to think because when she did, her mind flooded with images of all that she had done lately, making her feel so ashamed, so low. More than that, she had so still much to get done. Her day's schedule was packed with things to do. It was difficult enough to keep focused on those alone, Donna was finding out.




And so Donna figured she should just focus on her warm coffee and let things go for a moment. She still had to clean the rest of the house, she had an appointment with her new teacher, and then there was work to go to. The only bright spot was the spa afterwards, though her whip marks would raise eyebrows.




“You’re okay, Mom?” Trixy asked as she joined her mother at the kitchen table.




“Yes… “ Donna replied scarily. She watched Ninon looking at her expectantly “… Ms. Trixy.”




“I love it when she says that.” Trixy told Ninon excited.




Donna just smiled meekly, and forced another gulp of coffee down her throat. At least somebody was happy. She needed to get a clear mind. There definitely would be no help from Trixy, she understood. Maybe Julie…?




“Good morning.” Julie walked in and also sat down at the kitchen table. She glimpsed coldly at her mother and then ignored her.




“So much for her help,” Donna decided and took another gulp.




“Julie, we have a meeting with the psychiatrist now regarding this issue in front of us.” Trixy informed Julie.




“Why?” Julie asked, too indifferently.




“You’re serious?” Trixy responded, hinting with her eyes at Donna and her lewd attire.




Donna watched the conversation that took place as if she wasn’t there. It amazed her how quickly her whole world had turned around. Not only were her actions no longer hidden from her daughters, but Donna felt as if she now had lost all control over them too.




And Donna knew that she no longer was able to fight to regain her control as their parent. The look of disgust from Julie had hurt her deeply. She had lost all respect that Julie had ever had for her, and rightfully so. Donna was so ashamed of what had happened last night in Julie’s room. How could Julie ever understand why Donna would follow last nights degrading performance by dressing up in this ridiculously slutty aoutfit? Even Donna couldn’t understand herself anymore!




The kiss of Trixy’s hand was also still clear in Donna’s mind. Why had she done that? Actually, she knew the answer; she wanted desperately to please her tormentors, and she knew showing her submission to her daughters would please them. And Trixy’s hand seemed to have been placed there to be kissed. It had felt natural, given the circumstances.




But those circumstances were ridiculous, Donna reminded herself.




Yet Donna was overwhelmed by a feeling that she indeed had fallen lower than her daughters. They didn’t let their worlds fall apart as she did. They saw right from wrong clearly. They were still behaving normally.




That was why Donna desperately wanted to speak to the psychiatrist too. She had so many worries on her mind that she would rather tell everything to the psychiatrist, even if Melinda would most likely give answers Donna wouldn’t like or understand.




And damn that itch! It just wouldn’t go away. She started to gently rock the chair again.




“I thought it best to call her in, since your mother’s behavior lately has degenerated,” Ninon explained to Julie. “She’ll be here any moment.”




She bent over and whispered into Donna’s ear: “ ... and you have your own meeting with your teacher.”




Donna tried to recall her schedule of the day again. She had to meet with someone new again -- her ‘whore’ teacher. Whatever that entailed.




Luckily, the doorbell finally saved Donna from her ordeal.




“That’s the psychiatrist,” Ninon said. “Let’s meet with her in the garden. That way, your mother can clean up here and in the living room… and maybe herself.”




Hadn’t she already cleaned the living room? Confused and not really able to think clearly, Donna looked back into that room. She saw a whip on the floor but she felt her Ben Waa balls inside her, she had picked those up. Her itch was killing her again, distracting her. If her daughters left, she had to first scratch herself thoroughly again.




“You’ll clean the dishes. Right, Mom?” Trixy asked playfully.




Donna knew she was trying her out again; Ninon had just left and was at the door ,letting her psychiatrist in so it was just between them now. It had been the girls' chore to clean the dishes on the weekends and during vacation times, as was cleaning the house for that matter. But Donna knew those rules wouldn’t apply anymore. “Yes, Ms. Trixy, I’ll do the dishes.”




“You see, it does have it’s benefits.” Trixy said happily to Julie.




Julie said nothing but Donna knew how much she hated to do the dishes. She knew Julie was happy she didn’t had to do chores this morning. And Donna hoped that her doing them instead might somehow change Julie's hostile attitude a little. Donna actually feared how angry Julie appeared to be; nothing good could come from an angry teenager out of control.




Donna finished her coffee as the others went into the cold back garden. She wondered how much coffee she had drunk already. It just didn’t seem to work. Finally alone, she gave herself permission to scratching herself unceremoniously once again.




“Owww, that feels so good!” She whispered to herself. Donna felt herself becoming aroused again but she didn’t want to bring herself off. She would not let her body rule her mind.




Finally, she forced herself to get up and clean the living room. As she did so, she saw the group outside talking. To her surprise, Bridgette was there too. She recalled that at all the sessions Bridgette had to be present, but Donna hadn’t seen her pass by. What would they tell Bridgette now? And what would Bridgette in turn tell their mutual friends?




She bent down to pick up the whip that had been left behind and a collection of dildos that Donna didn’t even know she had, let alone that they had been used on her yesterday. The stains in the white carpet were a problem; the wool carpet was ruined, just like Julie’s upstairs. She tried to scrub some places but knew it was useless and soon gave up.




As time passed, she saw the debate outside getting heated with Julie and Bridgette clearly in disagreement with the others. What lies were they being told right now? And how difficult would it be for Donna to live those lies? She sat on her knees on the carpet and started to whimper a little out of sheer self pity.




Just then the doorbell rang. All eyes outside focused on Donna in the center of the living room, on her knees amid a collection of dildos. Could she give any ‘better’ wrong message to her children, to Bridgette? And the doorbell just rang on. The person at the door was obviously impatient. Donna, ashamed, smiled politely to the group outside and hurried to the door, glad to be out of view.




“I don’t like waiting in the cold, honey” a strange woman said as she brushed Donna aside and stepped into the warm house.




“How are yah doin’?” The woman unbuttoned her short fur winter coat.




The woman in front of her had fake blond hair, with a perm, and purple strains clearly visible. You could clearly see the brown roots growing out. Her face was made up heavily, lots of pancake, heavy dark blue eye shadow, red lipstick, fake eye lashes. Her nails were a bright pink, she had tattoos on her ankles, one of her calves had a tiger on it, her upper arm had a band of wire tattooed. She wore cheap plastic jewelry, three large hoops in each ear, a collection of colorful plastic bracelets on her arms. A short t-shirt, too small for her large breasts, a short skirt, with worn out laces, and way-out-of-place electric bleu fishnet stockings to complete the picture. No doubt about it, this was her teacher.




“Hello?” The woman waved at the gazing Donna.




Donna was shaken from her trance. She felt as if she had been looking at a future image of herself.




“Oh, sorry,” Donna said as friendly as possible. “Hello, I’m Donna”




“And I’m your teacher,” the stranger said as they shook hands. “You’re Cutty, right?”




“Yes…” Donna said.




“Then why the fuck did you say "Donna?”




Before Donna could answer that question, the woman gave Donna her coat and walked away into the living room.




“You call me 'Mistress,' and you pay attention to whatever I say, okay?” The woman shouted back as she walked on into the kitchen. “Nice place! I can see you’re pretty rich.”




Donna hurried behind the stranger, afraid the group outside would notice the obvious whore she was with now. From the looks of the group, she saw she was already too late.




“I need some coffee, is this still good,” the whore asked as she moved through the kitchen as though she owned it. “Fetch me a mug, Cutty.”




Donna quickly grabbed a mug from the table and handed it to her.




“Next time, have the coffee fresh.” The woman remarked.




“I’m sorry,” Donna replied.




“We’re not really polite, aren’t we Cutty?” The woman said sternly.




“I’m sorry, Ms. Teacher,” Donna corrected herself, not knowing the woman’s name. It was obvious this woman was into her situation too. She had to watch to follow the rules very strictly around her.




“I told you to call me 'Mistress!'” The woman said raising her voice.




Donna feared the other outside would hear, and replied quickly. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”




“That’s better.” The woman said as she sat down.




Donna stood and observed the woman better. She really looked the part of a cheap hooker. Not only did she wear the part; she just looked as gross too. As if she had not showered for days. Deep wrinkles were visible on her face, even through the thick layers of makeup. Donna figured she was probably a drug addict too.




“I like it when they call me 'Mistress,'” the woman explained. “Especially when we’re talking about rich uptown cows like you.”




Donna sighed. This woman promised to be no good. She feared her lessons already.




“Come stand in front of me,” the woman instructed.




Donna reluctantly did.




“What a slut you are!” The woman remarked as she observed how Donna was dressed and forced her to turn around. “You really are one of the more kinky ones!”




“This stuff must have cost a lot!” She felt the corset Donna was wearing. “You are a rich one, and as usual we have the same size… But I don’t like this outfit. Too much clothing, too difficult to get out of… Though you don’t really need to do that with your ass and cunt exposed.”




“Kneel!” The woman instructed next.




Donna knelt in front of her new teacher. Quickly the woman grabbed her face and studied it.




“You’re okay with handling makeup, I see. Though I will teach you what customers really like, not what you think they like. And you have the correct whorish bone structure. Maybe we should advise some surgery to get those eyes changed. They like it more if you have small slutty eyes.”




Her dirty fingers entered Donna’s mouth “Nice teeth, and already a diamond inserted. She used to do gold teeth you know, you’re lucky.”




She felt down towards Donna’s breasts, molding them roughly underneath the corset, making her nipples pop out of the corset.




“Nice set of tits. That will be liked by the boys. They will love to have you rub their dicks with those mammals.”




“I only do women, Mistress,” Donna remarked.




“That’s a first.” The woman laughed. “You really think you will have enough clients that way? The real horny ones are the men, the real ugly and filthy men. Up!”




Donna stood up and tried to put her breasts back into the tight corset.




“Bend over.” The woman said as she turned Donna around.




Donna bent over ,showing the woman her ass and cunt.




“Nice juicy lips, and you’re stretching that ass of yours already. Good.” The woman commented as her hands explored Donna's twin holes, twisting the butt plug painfully.




“No, stupid cow,” the woman continued her lecture. “I will teach you how to be a real whore. You’ll fuck anything for money, whether it be women, men, dogs, monkeys, snakes, anything. And I’ll teach you how to act to satisfy each of them.”




The woman took a sip of the coffee. “Apart from that, I’ll teach you the much more important issues of the trade; how to negotiate with the customer, how to be safe, what the regular prices are nowadays. How to distinguish yourself from the rest of the whores.”




Donna listened intently to her teacher, still bent over. She understood another complexity had been introduced into her life. Not only was this woman apparently cruel, dominating, but she also expected her to fuck men, something Ms. Brendan explicitly had forbidden. But Donna didn’t want to argue with her right now. Her main priority was how to move upstairs into the private room to hide the woman from the others outside.




“I see you’re busy, Mom,” Trixy said as she appeared in the door opening as if on cue. “Can you bring us some warm coffee? It’s rather chilly outside.”




“Yeah, some fresh coffee would be nice, Cutty,” Donna’s teacher agreed and slapped Donna's cheek hard to get her up and moving.




Donna hurried to make fresh coffee. She was happy it had been Trixy who saw her like this. If it had been Julie or worse, Bridgette…




“As for my fee and all: I ask 1000 per consult, and the amount of classes depends on your performance in real life. Understood?”




“Yes, Mistress,” Donna replied, as her mind raced to calculate how much money she would lose, how much she could lose. She foresaw huge financial problems and knew that was exactly what they were aiming for. If I don’t act like the perfect whore fast, I’ll be bankrupt in no time!, she thought.




As she made the coffee, her new teacher interrogated her, asking specific questions about her situation. Donna knew she had to explain herself as the slut Ms. Brendan wanted her to become. The slut that would love to sell herself as a whore, to make money by doing what she loved doing most. And so she answered every question accordingly.




“Whoring is much more than just kinky fucking, you’ll see.” The woman finally remarked “Reality is always different than fantasy. But you’ll find out how hard whoring can be, Cutty, you’ll find out…”




With that, she waved Donna away to bring the others outside their coffee. Donna saw the sad glaze on the harsh woman as she had said the last sentence, and understood this woman had endured many rough times, and probably still would many more.




As Donna opened the glass door to the patio, the cold wind engulfed her and made her shiver. The group fell silent as they watched her come outside and Donna immediately turned red. Even though she had steeled herself, it was still too embarrassing for Donna to be this open in front of her daughters and friends. And the cold air, especially on her vagina, made her feel so much more exposed. Not to mention the demeaning looks that Julie and Bridgette gave her. She mustered all her strength to walk up to the gathering.




Silently, the group watched her as she poured the warm coffee for everyone. Donna didn’t dare to look at anyone for fear of provoking a crude remark. The group kept quiet as if they were discussing something that Donna shouldn’t hear. She felt their eyes on her as they observed her intently. From the smiles of her psychiatrist and Trixy, she felt that somehow she had confirmed whatever they had discussed.




As she moved around, Donna started to fear her neighbors’s looks too. The patio was partly enclosed by a thin wooden fence, but the neighbors at the back of her house had a clear view of her prancing around half naked. She didn’t dare to look to see if they were looking but when she finally did glance around she thought she noticed several faces in nearby windows looking at her and the group.




Donna felt relieved when she finally could go back to the false safety of her own house, away from prying eyes. As she closed the glass door, the conversation outside picked up again and she understood from the noise their conversation could be heard by her neighbors as well. They were speakng so loudly as they continued their heated discussion. They didn’t seem to care about the neighbors at all!




And then it hit her: her neighbors had seen her!! And they were hearing her story from the group outside!! How was she ever going to deal with the consequences? They would start talking; word would spread around. People would start to treat her differently, avoid her. Donna started to cry out of sheer anxiety as her mind flooded with the new problems her neighbors could cause. Only when she arrived into the kitchen was she brought back to her present predicament.




“That took way too long, Cutty,” her teacher remarked. “And stop crying. It doesn’t suit a whore.”




The teacher got up. “Show me around the house.”




Donna knew better than to complain and guided her new teacher through the house. Totally embarrassed, she guided her into the living room. In plain view of the people sitting outside, the new woman went through all of Donna's things, even through all the drawers, and asking specific detail with respect to her family pictures. “That is so I know exactly who I work with,” she explained. But Donna grew suspicious she had alternative motives when she obviously checked out the more expensive items and asked about her jewelry.




“Let’s go outside too,” the woman finally said, making Donna turn a bright red. She had no idea how to handle the current situation. Her teacher waited impatiently for Donna to open the glass doorand when she finally did, she was pushed aside brusquely as the woman walked onto the patio.




“Hello, I’m the new teacher for Cutty.” The woman introduced herself to the surprised group. “Let me see, I know you already, Ninon, and you of course too, Melinda. How’s the practice coming along?”




“I see you two are the daughters of this whore.” The woman continued without any shame, extending her hand to Donna’s daughters “You both look like her, but much younger and prettier.”




After the courteous handshakes, she looked down on Bridgette. “And who might you be?”




“I’m … a friend,” Bridgette said uncomfortable. “I’m Bridgette…”




“Well, a friend of a whore must be a slut at least,” the woman joked as she shook Bridgette’s hand too.




Donna felt as if her world had caved in on her as she saw this whore insult her daughters and her friend. From the looks from her daughters and Bridgette, she could see they were pretty upset. Her new teacher didn’t care and just looked around the garden. She waved at the two three people who were looking behind their windows to the group sitting outside in the cold.




“Hi there, neighbor!” She said with a big smile. “Snooping in on us?”




She walked up to the high fence to the left of the house where a beat red neighbor shyly smiled back. Donna was just as surprised as the group. Her next door neighbor, Mr Templeton, had been listening in on them. Donna immediately understood the graveness of the situation. Mr Templeton would for sure tell everything to his wife who in turn would tell everyone who would want it to hear. Her life was over!




“Can I speak to you in private about a student of yours?” Ninon asked the teacher calmly as she stood up.




“Of course!” Her teacher replied as she let go of the snooping neighbor. “You just keep on listening, you might learn something.”




Donna, Ninon and the teacher walked inside.




“You go upstairs to your room, Cutty.” Ninon ordered, as she took the teacher by the hand and guided her back into the kitchen.




“Yes, Mrs. Bondain.” Donna was grateful Ninon had saved the situation. She had tactically avoided a confrontation with the neighbor and she was now finally allowed to be out of sight of her daughters and Bridgette.




Not long after that her menace walked into her room. “Sorry to keep you waiting, slut, but you’re not my only student…”




Donna shivered as she imagined the scope of the cult she was trapped in. How many others were there? She only really knew about Rebecca Fowler, the lapdancer. But she just knew there were many, many more.




Her thoughts were immediately interrupted as she was roughly pulled by her hair from the bed and pushed down on her knees in front of her new mistress.




“Let’s begin the lessons, whore.” Her teacher said as she situated herself on bed in front of Donna “We have much to cover. First show me what you can do. Turn around and masturbate yourself. Pretend I’m a client and get me hot.”




Donna turned around and pushed her breasts on the ground until she felt the ribbon knot lift exposing her ass fully. She spread her legs as wide as possible and started to finger herself, actually happy to scratch her itch again.




“The view is good, now the noise, Cutty.”




On cue, Donna started to moan softly.




“No, no, slut, that won’t do.“ The teacher immediately commented. “You need to communicate, not moan.”




“Oooh, I’m so horny!” Donna uttered as her fingers dove into her naked sex. “Ooh, I’m so hot!”




“Better,” Donna’s teacher said. “But go on, let me hear your filthy vocabulary, let yourself go, nympho!”




Donna blocked out all thoughts and focused on her act. Her fingering was no problem; her itches made sure she used both hands to dig into her holes. As for her vocabulary, she had seen enough porn by now to understand what was expected, and she shamelessly started to shout out the same perversions. The more perverted, she got the more her teacher complimented her. Apart from that, she felt an orgasm build and she didn’t fight it. No, she welcomed it, and when it came she shouted it out, knowing she was in the safe soundproof room.




“Very good!!” Her teacher commented as she stood up. “You are one hot bitch. Good material for a whore indeed. But then again, Ms. Brendan always had a keen eye for that.”




Donna breathed happily as she both enjoyed the aftermath of her orgasm and the compliments. Her sopping fingers curled around in her holes, still scratching the ever present itches.




“Now let’s close the door as we don’t need the others to hear all your screaming, right?”




Donna looked up at the open door and understood immediately everyone must have heard her obscenities. What would her daughters think of her now? What would Bridgette think? Donna started to cry in misery. She just couldn’t comprehend how everything she did turned around to bite her. It didn’t matter if she went along or fought back with all of her heart.




“Don’t cry, slut, you did great.” Her teacher said as she walked back to the bed. “I know now what you’re capable of and, trust me, you’ll make a great hooker. You got the looks, the moves, the stamina. You’re getting wet as only Ms. Brendan’s ‘girlfriends’ can get; you almost sprayed your juices on me! That was a nice distance.”




Donna knew nothing better to do than to utter a soft “Thank you, Mistress,” as she pushed herself back to the kneeling position in front of her teacher.




“Now here is how we will go about it. I’ll explain to you how the business works, and you’ll remember everything I say. I’ll ask questions every now and then, and you’ll better know the correct answer. I’ll inform Ninon on how well you’ve been doing and if you don’t do well, she’ll make sure you’ll do better next time. Apart from the fact that it means more lessons to pay for, understood, cunt?”




Donna nodded, still shaking from her tears, not knowing what else to do.




And thus began her first lesson. It actually surprised Donna that it was much more of a class than she had expected. The woman began by explaing the general way of things. The role of a whore, the role of a pimp, of a madam. She explained the different clients Donna could expect, and their advantages and disadvantages. Donna could tell this woman had done this many times before. Especially because of how she effectively answered all the questions Donna asked.




The only demeaning part was when she was forced to repeat out loud certain ‘laws’ or ‘definitions’ the woman told her. She had to repeat them until her teacher thought she knew them by heart. The woman asked Donna several times during the course to repeat previous rules, which Donna did to the best of her ability. Her mind still had very much difficulty with keeping up due to the lack of sleep, the exhaustion from all her orgasms, and her emotional turmoil.




It was when she was chanting “A whore’s only boundary is the money a client wants to spend” when Ninon opened the door. “We are finished and going into town.” She notified the women.




Julie and Trixy stood behind her peeping into the room, looking at what was going on.




“Okay, we’ll be finished soon too. I’ll call you to tell how the slut has been doing,” the teacher said. “Tell them goodbye, Cutty.”




“Goodbye, Mrs. Bondain, …”




“And?..”




“Goodby Ms. Julie. Goodbye Ms. Trixy,” Donna said ashamed as she looked at the three women standing in the door.




“Bye, Mom.” Trixy replied with a smile, although Donna saw she was shocked by the scenery. Julie didn’t utter a word, and just turned and walked off.




“You’ll have one hell of a lot of explaining to do to them, Cutty.” Her teacher laughed as Ninon closed the door. “What a shame for them to have such a cheap slut as their mother.”




Before Donna could break down and cry the woman called Donna to attention again. “We are not finished yet. Keep focused, cunt!”




Two hours later a tired Donna crawled into her car to go to work. Her cumm stained papers in the back seat of her car and her mind a complete mess. “But at least I have done all the paper work. I’m on track again with work” She carefully checked how to drive with her high heeled shoes first, and checked that her choker around her neck was as decent as possible. A glance in the mirror convinced her her make up was in order, showing the right image she was going for. The Ben Waa balls and her butt plug were all in order, and she finally drove off to work, away from her obscene life. For a short while at least.


45 - Chit Chat




Work was a much needed retreat from Donna’s new life, but of course only to a point. Her boss was very pleased with the work she had done at home and she enthusiastically worked Donna to keep things rolling. The experienced Mrs. Cullington kept up a gruesome pace that the tired Donna could barely keep up with. She constantly had to pull herself together as her weary mind wandered off, and not just from lack of sleep.




Mrs Cullington had frowned at the stains on some papers and had even sniffed at others suspiciously. But worse was the constant itching of Donna’s filled holes, reaching unbearable heights as time passed by. That, mixed with the constant references to Ms Brendan and Mrs Carol, the choker and the high heels, repeatedly reminded her of what was happening to her. It made sure Donna’s mind wandered back to her unreal situation, ending always with shameful thoughts of what her daughters had seen today. Especially Trixy's role appalled her. And whenever she reached that point, Donna had to force herself back into the work at hand. For the merest thought of her latest escapades with her daughters made her skin pale, made her stomach to turn and felt as if her heart had been cut with a knife. It was simply too much to bear.




Again, she left work with a pile of papers still to process. Tired as she was, Donna didn’t even bother to think how she would manage to use Julie’s computer now her daughters were back. Donna just threw everything on the backseat and quickly got into the car. She immediately scooped up her legs and fervently fingered herself to several orgasms. She was so worked up she didn’t even care that her juices sprayed all over her seat, the steering wheel and even the dashboard. She just needed to scratch her itches over and over again. The resulting unwanted orgasms at least allowed her to escape from her woes for a while. She didn’t think of anything but the warm feelings rolling through her body, the temporary relief from the itches in her holes; a private moment to feel good.




After several orgasms, she finally cooled down. Donna adjusted her clothes, re-fitted the Ben Waa balls and the butt plug, and started the engine. She sighed a few times deeply, her mind blissfully blank. Finally she moved the car out of the parking place. It was off to the warm and comforting Spa.




And the Spa was indeed soothing. The gentle messages, the manicure, the pedicure, were all wonderful. The people even had the courtesy to ignore Donna’s whip marks, though they did deliberately used more oil to help her recovery. The Brazilian wax was by far the only painful part, and that was far less than her now ‘normal’ whippings. Donna figured she was getting used to pain a bit too much; when she had done a Brazilian wax during her student years she had screamed bloody murder, and had vowed never to do it again. Now it just got a soft ‘Ouch’ out of her. Of course, the free champagne helped to ease the pain too.




And they had let her sleep, albeit for a few minutes only. But the nap had really worked wonders. It felt so great to sleep without fear of waking up. Add the remarks she got from everyone, employees and guests alike, concerning her great figure and Donna felt she was in some kind of Heaven.




She just had to admire herself in the mirrors when she was getting ready to go. “I truly am improving so much.” Donna thought as she watched her tanned body in various poses “My legs are wonderful, my feet, my hands.” she looked at her new fake finger nails, ”I would have never dared to do them like this, but they do look great.” She figured as she wriggled her fingers. The fake nails weren’t that long and painted in a descent pinkish color, but it was the fact they had done them without even asking her. She didn’t want to drool on that though; there was nothing she could do about it anyway.




Facing herself in the mirror again she pushed up her sagging breasts to their ‘old’ level, inhaled deeply and smiled. “I look hot indeed, for my age. I can be proud, I should be proud.” Donna turned around to watch herself some more from different angles. “My skin looks great, be it a little too much tan. My belly is perfect. All the places women of my age have problems with are good on me. That’s something all must agree on!” Of course she saw flaws in her body. Especially the ones pointed out by the gay doctor; the fat on her ass and on her thighs. She smiled in the mirror exposing her teeth as she thought of the doctor. The diamond smiled back at her. Donna checked her vagina and ass hole for hair. It really wasn’t growing anymore where she had been lasered. Only the hair above her vagina was still growing, and that she had shaved off as instructed. She had to admit she liked the hair removal; it gave her more confidence to show off her intimate parts. Finally, she took one long, last admiring look at herself until she couldn’t postpone her trip home any longer.




Arriving at her house she saw the lights on, but Ninon’s car was not in the driveway. She wondered where Ninon was as she walked up to her house. Also she felt nervous and started to feel bad again. She was tired and she feared facing her daughters, especially now that Ninon didn’t seem to be around. She didn’t know how to behave, how to act, without Ninon to instruct her or to give strict guidelines.




“Hello mom!.” Trixy enthusiastically shouted from the living room as Donna entered. She was watching television, some comic series.




“Hello Ms Trixy.” Donna replied as she quickly stumbled up the stairs with her bag full of papers. She walked up to Julie’s room and was glad to see she wasn’t there. She placed the papers next to the computer and looked around. She had cleaned the room to the best of her abilities, but Julie had not really used it. She saw the closet open and understood Julie had gone out. Donna knew this should worry her, but instead she felt an enormous relief. Facing Julie was something she could do without right now, tired as she was. And if Julie went out and partied she at least had a good time, which could only improve her dark mood.




Next Donna went to her own bedroom to change. What she feared had indeed been done. Ninon had laid out another skimpy outfit for her to wear for the night. This time an actually beautiful combination of white lingerie; white soft pumps with a plush ball on top, warm white silk stockings, together with a lace garter belt. A very small white thong, for which Donna was grateful, and at last a very nice but all too sexy babydoll. No bra. Donna shook her head in dismay but figured it could have been worse.




“Mom, I’m hungry!” Trixy shouted as Donna was about to sneak into Julie’s room. She had hoped to finish her work before Julie would be back.




Donna watched the clock in the hall and noticed it was already close to ten.




“The poor kid must be starving!” Donna told herself, as she remembered her motherly duties.




“I’ll make you something quick!” Donna replied as she hurried down the stairs into the kitchen. She quickly grabbed some food to cook and was soon busy like in the good old days. In no time she had a warm meal ready and proudly called Trixy to come and eat. “Trixy! Dinner is ready!”




“Smells nice.” Trixy said as she walked into the kitchen “And you look nice too, mom.”




Donna blushed bright red as she suddenly remembered what she was wearing. “Thank you, Ms Trixy.”




“You didn’t call me Ms Trixy just now, when you called me.” Trixy remarked as she sat down “Why?”




Donna was perplexed by her daughter’s question and didn’t know how to answer. Addressing of her daughters with Ms was something she was ordered to do as per Ms Brendan’s new rules. It was weird and difficult to do with her friends and her daughters. And now Trixy sort of demanded it, as if it was the most ordinary thing her mother could do. She adapted all too well to the new Donna.




“Do you like the clothing Ninon and I choose for you?” Trixy asked as she started to eat the hot meal served.




Donna sat down opposite of her daughter and looked at her quizzically. How could she be so normal about this? Didn’t she know how wrong this was?




“Well, mom?” Trixy pressed on as she gulped down another bite “The food is good by the way.”




“Thank you, Ms Trixy.” Donna replied as she started to eat herself. It was best to ignore Trixy’s remarks. “I’ve done my best to cook something nice for us.”




Trixy didn’t seem to care that her mother avoided the stinging questions as she gulped down her meal, chatting about the shopping trip they had with Ninon. Donna was jealous when she heard of all the fun they had. It should have been her instead of Ninon. They were her daughters, and she had always loved to go shopping with them. But, to have a normal conversation with her daughter was already something special nowadays and therefore she wasn’t going to complain. Instead, Donna just listened intently as her daughter explained everything they bought from the new collections, the colors and how well it all fitted. Donna loved the sense of normality.




“Mom,” Trixy said when she finished the desert Donna had fetched for her. “Enough of the chit chat. We have to talk eye to eye about you, the new you.”




And with that Donna was abruptly brought back to her predicament “What do you mean… Ms Trixy?” She asked suspiciously.




“Exactly.” Trixy replied “You calling me ‘Ms Trixy’, Julie is suddenly ‘Ms Julie’, you dressing up in ridiculous ways, acting out sexual fantasies. Ones I can’t even dream up yet!”




“I’m sorry Ms Trixy.” Donna apologized.




“No, no, don’t apologize.” Trixy said hastily “I don’t mind it that much. Not as much as Julie anyway. But what I do mind is that we only talk about it when we’re with the psychiatrist. So I want to talk about it right now, just you and me.”




Donna didn’t want to talk about the new her at all “Let’s talk about school Ms Trixy. That is much more important and I have no idea what you all are up to right now.”




“That’s because you are out all the time, living out your slut dreams. Do you cheat on dad?”




“No, Ms Trixy, of course not.” Donna replied annoyed “But about school…”




“Let’s leave school till later. It’s still vacation time anyway. Right now I want to know why you are dressed in that sexy babydoll?” Trixy interrupted her.




“I..I.. I thought Ninon … Mrs Bondain, had laid it ready for me.” Donna fumbled.




“So you wear everything Ninon lays ready for you?” Trixy questioned “That’s sick.”




“No, it is just…” Donna’s head was reeling; she didn’t know what to say.




“Let me make it easier for you…” Trixy said as she smiled evilly “STAND UP!”




The loud unexpected command made Donna jump, and before she knew it she was indeed standing.




“And now you stand…” Trixy said satisfied “You are really weak in the mind right now, aren’t you mother?”




“Yes, yes … Ms Trixy .” Donna replied as she bowed her head in shame. Tears welled up in her eyes out of sheer humiliation. She quickly sat down again to show she still had a mind of her own. She had surprised even herself by standing up.




“Ninon has explained a lot to me.” Trixy went on “She has been much more forward with what has been happening than you. Of course that is because she is the dominatrix in your relationship with her. Or, as she prefers, your personal trainer.”




“Ms Trixy…”




“What we are really worried about is dad.” Trixy continued ignoring her mother’s plight “How will you ever explain it to him? He’s been working his butt off in far away Asia, and you have been living out your sick fantasies behind his back. Julie and I are really scared you’re ruining everything.”




“He doesn’t deserve this, you know.” Trixy said, looking angrily at her mother.




“I know… Ms Trixy.” Donna said ashamed. Those were her exact feelings too. “But I … can’t fight it.”




And that was true too. Be it differently than her daughter thought.




“Well, you’re trying.” Trixy replied “The weird psychiatrist is an effort. Though we don’t feel it is helping, you know.”




“I can’t work it out alone, Ms Trixy.” Donna said truthfully, but inwardly she was totally agreeing with her daughter. The psychiatrist wasn’t helping her and yet it was all she had as help for now. And wasn’t a psychiatrist by oath bound to help her patients?




“I know; you’re weak.” Trixy said. “Very weak. What made you go over the edge mom? I’m curious.”




Donna sighed “I don’t know really, just one thing led to another…”




“Forgetting something again?”




“Ms Trixy…”




Donna hated how her daughter treated her. Even her fourteen year old daughter now seemed more powerful than she was.




Trixy stood up and walked around the table towards her mother.




“Julie really hates you right now.” Trixy explained “She despises you, and what you did to her room wasn’t nice.”




“I’m sorry, Ms Trixy.”




“Oh, don’t apologize to me. Apologize to her when she’s back. If she comes back.” Trixy said.




“Where is she, Ms Trixy?” Donna asked, realizing she had only been happy she wasn’t in yet. Now she started to worry.




“With friends I guess.” Trixy replied, now standing very close to Donna “But that is not my concern, now is it?”




Donna felt that remark cut through her heart. She indeed should know where her daughter was right now, yet she didn’t have a clue.




“Look at me, mom.” Trixy said. She looked intently into her mother’s eyes “Are you a slut?”




“Yes, Ms Trixy.” Donna said as she looked down. She had to play along, but it was really hard to keep herself together and not tell what was really going on.




“Keep looking at me, mom.” Trixy instructed.




She was up to something, and Donna feared the worse. Yet she did look back into her daughter’s eyes. What else could she do?




Her daughter slowly pulled down the babydoll.




“No, please, … “ Donna whimpered, unable to really object. Her hands limp next to her body.




“No please what …?” Trixy said as she casually refitted the babydoll underneath Donna’s breasts.




“…Ms Trixy. Please don’t do this Ms Trixy.” Donna begged. Her breasts were bare now; this was so wrong!




“Mother, don’t you worry. I am just trying to see how far I can go with you. How far you’ll allow me to go. And just remember; when you misbehave I’ll tell Ninon. And you don’t want to displease her, right?”




“It is wrong, so wrong Ms Trixy.” Donna tried.




“It is wrong what you are doing, mother. It is wrong what you are thinking of right now.” Trixy replied, still keeping eye contact as her hands softly brushed the breasts and nipples of her mother. “Look how they are getting hard already. And …” Her hand went down to Donna’s vagina and softly stroked over her mother’s lips. “… you are filthy wet!”




“It is the stupid Ben Waa balls I must carry. “ Donna explained ashamed “It is not what you think.”




Trixy smacked her mother hard on her face: SLAP!




“I’m getting tired of you forgetting to address your daughter properly.”




“I’m sorry, Ms Trixy, I’m sorry.” Donna said. The slap surprising her more than it had hurt. Was Trixy allowed to hit her, shouldn’t she reprimand her daughter now? Will she get angry if she does and go tell Ninon, or even worse, her dad?




Trixy stepped back. “As I said mother, I’m just trying to see how far I can go. And it’s true: you don’t have any boundaries anymore.”




“I… I know, I know Ms Trixy.” Donna replied softly “It’s horrible, but I can’t help it…”




The moment to react was gone. She actually had let her daughter hit her for no good reason. Horrible, Donna knew, from now on she had lost all control over her daughter.




“Stop crying, mother.” Trixy said as she walked to the kitchen sink to get herself a drink “I just wanted to see what you’re capable of, remember? And you don’t need to be afraid. I’m here to help you.”




Donna sniffed, trying to stop her emotional outburst. Trixy meanwhile pored herself a cold drink and turned to look at her mother.




“I can be mean and selfish in this. Me and Julie, we could tell dad, we could tell the whole bloody family, have them kick you out. They will lovingly take care of us, no doubt. As for you, you’ll get what you deserve; you can figure out what that will be. But we won’t do that. I’ll convince Julie not to do so, we both, you and I, will. Right, mom?”




Trixy walked up to Donna and offered her the drink “Let me explain. I am not as mad as Julie. I see your act more as your liberation. You finally succumbed to your inner slut, whore if you prefer. It was just waiting to come out, and it happened a bit late for you. I mean after being married and all. But like Tina explained to me when the first symptoms arose, it was bound to happen sometime. All I can do as your loving daughter is to help you and that is what I intend to do.”




Donna took a few gulps from the offered drink to calm down as she listened to her daughter’s ridiculous explanation. And again this Tina girl that seemed to know so much about these things. Too much.




“Give me the drink, mother.” Trixy said “And stand up.”




Donna stood up as she gave the glass back to her daughter.




“Jump twice for me.”




Donna hopped twice. She now understood that she was broken. There was no will left to fight.




“Three times. Higher this time.”




Donna jumped three times, higher, her breast flopping up and down.




“Now one time.”




Donna jumped one time, crying as she faced her daughter humiliating her.




“No crying! Now bend over, legs straight, fingers touching the ground.”




Donna did, her training making it easy for her to do so. As she stood like this Trixy walked past her and positioned herself behind her mother. Ashamed Donna understood what a perverted view her daughter now had of her ass and her vagina, together with the soaked g-string.




“You know what is going to happen now. Thank me politely after each one.”




SMACK. Trixy’s hand landed hard on Donna’s exposed ass.




“Thank you, Ms Trixy!”




Donna tried hard not to die from humiliation. How long would Trixy keep on humiliating her? She speaks about helping her and the next moment her daughter pushes her even deeper into the gutter.




SMACK




“Thank you, Ms Trixy!”




Donna knew she had to pull herself together. This could not be happening. She had to do something!




SMACK




“Thank you, Ms Trixy!”




“Now stand up, mother, and listen good.” Trixy instructed her confused mother. “We will help you both in hiding your true self from dad and anyone that can cause problems, as well as help you indulge in your fantasies. I’ll help you in your training. Now climb up on the table and squat facing me.”




Another outrageous instruction following her words of support. Her daughter held all the cards, and the way she played them scared Donna. She knew if she angered Trixy now that things would turn ugly. Yet Donna also understood Ninon was manipulating Trixy. Her daughter was drawn into this façade with lies and false assumptions.




But still the confused Donna climbed upon the kitchen table, knowing all too well another humiliating treatment was about to follow. Donna moved about to sit on her heels on the table. Her legs spread, showing off her body to her own daughter, or better, offering her body to her. If someone would come in right now they would for sure lock her up! Somehow she wished that would happen. Wished the whole scheme would just blow up and be over.




“The difficult one is going to be Julie.” Trixy said as she checked out her mother. “But I will talk to her, and you will spoil her, us, with everything you got. As long as Julie is kept happy with clothing, more freedom, praises, the works, she won’t bother too much with you. Next problem is dad. We will keep dad away from you as much as possible whenever he is around. That should give you enough time to come to your senses, or to better hide your sick behavior.”




Trixy gave her mother a loving kiss on the cheek “You’ll see, it will all be alright.”




Donna smiled through her tears, happy for the gentle gesture. “Thank you, Ms Trixy.” She said honestly.




But her feelings turned to horror as her daughter started to feel up her body. Touching and caressing her everywhere.




“Smile, slut.” Trixy said softly and Donna tried to comply.




“Don’t you know how wrong it is to behave like this? I mean a woman should have self worth. A woman should be in control of her own lusts at least in public.” Trixy asked teasingly.




“I… I am ashamed, Ms Trixy…” Donna answered, feeling her daughter’s hand stroking her nipples, making them hard no matter how hard she tried to fight it.




“It must be the rigorous training, the constant sex, that makes my body react like this.” Donna told herself as she looked at her daughter’s hands groping her gently. “And she is far too good in touching me.”




Trixy laughed loud as she saw her mother’s shame “You can give me a hug mother.”




Donna gave her daughter an awkward hug, not wanting to give any wrong messages. The hug was returned lovingly by Trixy and Donna held her precious daughter for the longest time. It was all too sick to be true, but somehow the love of her daughter for her still shone through it all. It was more than she had hoped for.




“Ok, ok” Trixy said as she broke off the hug “Let’s get back to me, your daughter, feeling you up.”




Donna cringed at this, but a stern look from her daughter made her offer her body once again.




“Good, slut!” Approved Trixy, as she started to caress her mother again. “…You know this is so weird for me. I am feeling up my mother, my own mother!”




Her hands travelled to her mother’s vagina again. She was obviously mesmerized by the way it was wet. “Don’t you feel odd too?”


“…Yes… Ms Trixy … I feel odd too…” Donna replied truthfully.




“But you’re hot anyways huh mom?” Trixy’s finger played with her mother’s clit as she said so.




The fingering from her daughter caused Donna’s vagina to react. And it reacted vigorously. Her itch flared up, and her vagina started to produce juices immediately. Donna hated the uncontrollable physical reaction.




“Well?”




“Yes… Yes Ms Trixy, I’m hot.” There was no need to deny it. But how Donna wished Trixy would stop!




“Doesn’t it feel deliciously wrong to be fingered by your own daughter, unable to do anything about it? “




“Yes, Ms Trixy…”Donna lied




“… Please stop?” She tried to say.




Trixy smiled and shushed her mother as she continued her fingering. Worse, she turned to stroking her lips, her clit ever so gently, hardly touching her. It made Donna’s vagina go wild. She felt as if it was spasming wildly, and wondered if her daughter could see it do so. She was looking at her with a smile the whole time. Donna just cursed her situation. She didn’t want to succumb to her desires, not with her daughter.




Suddenly her daughter stopped “Now tell me what you are planning to do over the next few days.”




Donna didn’t want to tell her about her schedule, but again, she couldn’t refuse either. And she was relieved her daughter had stopped, even though her itches were awakened again and she now needed scratching badly.




“Tomorrow I will have my first lap dance lesson… “ Donna started.




“Be polite!” Trixy warned.




“Sorry, Ms Trixy… Tomorrow I have my first lap dance lesson, Ms Trixy …”




“That is sooo cool!” Trixy said as she sat down to listen “Dad will love it when you dance for him!”




Donna smiled cheaply, knowing Robert would not be the only one benefitting from it, if at all. “I’ll have to go to work in the afternoon, and after that I have the gym. During the weekend…”




“Nothing to do at night?” Trixy interrupted.




Donna squirmed. “At night I …, well usually I am being trained by Mrs Bondain, and I catch up with my work, Ms Trixy.”




Trixy smiled and shook her head in disbelief. She was enjoying the situation but obviously couldn’t believe what her mom had become “Mom, talking about your training, I know it is gross… and I know I shouldn’t ask you, but still I’m just curious… masturbate for me while you tell me all you do. All you have to do.”




“No! Please no, Ms Trixy!” Donna begged “That is too much, too filthy, not in front of you!”




“Mom!” Trixy said sternly and that was all she needed to say to silence Donna.




Slowly Donna’s right hand moved to her itching vagina. “I shouldn’t do this! But if I don’t… If Trixy gets angry, if she joins Julie in her hatred for me… All will fall apart”




With that thought she forced herself to comply. And her vagina already itched so terribly, it was impossible for Donna to stop now. Thus she succumbed to her vile situation and started to rub her vagina. Feeling at first a sense of relief as she could at least scratch herself.




“Look at me and start talking.” Trixy said with an evil smile “It’ll make it easier for you too.”




“I… I am leashed…” Donna started “…Usually she … Mrs Bondain starts with whipping me for the mistakes I have made during the day.”




Her fingers pushed aside the soaked panty and plunged into her wet hole. She rubbed herself harder and harder, damning her actions, yet figuring there was no sense in holding back. She might as well get it over with and give herself a good scratch too.




“… After that she usually forces me to … dildo myself to several … orgasms….”




The room started to fill with the rhythmical sopping noises. Donna used her other hand to twist and turn the plug in her ass as the itch there flared up too.




“… She instructs me how to show myself as I do … so. Next … hmpf … she … tells me usually to suck her vagina … I need to do …hmpf .. so in a special way that she … likes…”




Actually it was the way Ms Brendan liked, but Donna knew her daughter better not know the real evil behind it all. Ms Brendan for sure wouldn’t like that, and she would hit back hard…




“… After I have .. given her several orgasms … we usually go through my chores … go on the internet … or … tell her in detail the … filth I did during the … day.”




Donna felt her own orgasm come up, finally, and she started to rub frantically. She amazed herself how fast she could get off now.




“STOP!!” Trixy shouted. “Pull out your fingers, hands up!”




Donna looked begging at her daughter as she tried to comply. She had almost relieved herself. Why wasn’t she allowed to do so, wasn’t it shameful enough?




Trixy meanwhile giggled wildly as she looked at her mother. “I’m sorry mom, but you should have seen your face, priceless!”




“Now lick your fingers…” She told her mother as she saw that she was calming down.




Donna licked her fingers. As she did she thought back on how often she had done this lately. It didn’t feel particularly embarrassing anymore.




“… and continue. Don’t forget to keep on telling me your actions!”




Donna smiled submissively at her daughter as she pushed her fingers into her slit again. She wanted to get off quickly, get out of this situation.




“I.. I “ she tried to recall where she was “Saturday I have no real plans; … Ms Trixy … I’ll just get up… dress up … and … clean the house … buy groceries…”




At that time her orgasm hit Donna hard and her vagina started to squirt unceremoniously. She sprayed several large streams of cum through the kitchen, almost hitting her daughter who jumped up off her chair just in time.




“WOW!” her daughter said “That was one hell of an orgasm!”




She walked up to her mother who was still stroking her vagina, scratching her itches, as she was enjoying the heights of her orgasm. Trixy gently laid her hand on the cheek of her mother. “And what does mummy-slut say to her generous daughter?”




“Thank you … Ms Trixy.”Donna said, exhaustedly, absent.




Slowly her mind started to come back, and she began to understand how low she had behaved once again. How impossible her situation had become.




“And now, time to get you ready for the night, slut!”




Donna smiled wearily still squatting on the table. Trixy walked out of the kitchen and returned with a collar and a leash “Ninon gave these to me.”




Donna just let her daughter fasten the leash to the collar. If Ninon gave her those, it was impossible to fight it. And she felt so low already, this insult didn’t really matter to her.




“Just to keep you in line.” Trixy teased meanwhile “Come.”




Donna was pulled off the table and she followed her daughter, leashed, up the stairs to Julie’s room.




“You still have work to do, and Ninon told me you needed to update your journal too.” Trixy explained as she led her mother inside Julie’s room “And I have to buckle you up for the night.”


With that she fastened the dog leash to Julie’s desk, and rolled the horrible fucking machine into place. Donna watched with dread as she understood she was in for another long night. At the same time she understood her daughter now knew about her diary too; but would they give her access to it too? Wouldn’t that reveal Ms Brendan?




Trixy unscrewed the dildo’s and replaced them with bigger ones. “Your holes still need to be stretched some more I understood?”




“Yes, Ms Trixy.” Donna answered when she noticed Trixy expected an answer. What else could she say?




“I’ll put extra of your special gel on them, so it is not hurting too much.” Trixy said soothingly “And put the jar within your reach if you need more.”




When she was finished coating the new dildo’s Trixy took her mother’s hand “Come, let’s go. Take out the butt plug and the balls.”




Donna did so, and felt a wave of humiliation go through her as she laid the items on Julie’s desk. It was disgusting to see the dirty sex toys in plain view. Her daughter really had seen it all now.




Trixy positioned Donna in front of the machine, and gently pushed the large dildos into Donna’s holes. They easily slid in thanks to the lubricant, but Donna did feel that they were bigger. It was going to be tougher than the previous night.




Trixy fastened the strap holding her to the machine and looked at the result. Her mother was again slightly bent over, just like yesterday. She turned on the machine to see the result. Soon the rhythmical sopping noise of two dildos pumping into her filled the air.




“Comfy?” Trixy asked.




“Yes, Ms Trixy.” Donna lied. It wasn’t comfortable at all, but it was obvious she would never be ‘comfy’ with dildos so big. She just wanted her daughter to leave.




“Okay, you’ve got your papers, the computer is on,” Trixy said as she turned on the computer “ I think you’re all set for the night. I’m going to watch some movies downstairs, so please don’t disturb me, okay mom?”




“Yes, Ms Trixy.” Donna replied, eager to be left alone in her own little Hell.




“Oh, I almost forgot.” Trixy said as she ran out of the room down the stairs.




She came back with Lenny.




“Open up” she instructed and stuck the large black dildo in her mother’s mouth “Don’t let it fall or you will be punished.”




“Mmm, mmm” was all Donna could reply. Most of the enormously dildo still stuck out, and it made it even harder for Donna to see the computer screen, let alone work with it. But again, she had no choice.




“Okay, nighty, nighty mother!” Trixy said lovingly as she turned off the light, leaving a fully embarrassed Donna looking at her as she left.




Left alone Donna took a few long minutes to fully grasp her situation. All that has happened with her daughter flashed before her eyes, up to her current ridiculous state. It was even a lot worse than yesterday. Would Ninon get Trixie even more involved? Would all this ever end?




It was impossible to hold Lenny in her mouth. The heavy large dildo was just too big. She gently placed it on Julie’s desk, careful not to let it fall. She listened carefully to hear if Trixy came back so she could put it back in her mouth but her daughter was busy downstairs.




Relieved of the dildo, Donna started to work again, as the machine steadily humped into her holes. From yesterday she had learned that it was impossible to fight the machine, and so she humped back, making sure she scratched herself and got off. If you can’t beat them, join them.




Just when she kind of was at ease she suddenly heard weird noises from downstairs. She listened better and soon understood it was indeed sex noises. Her daughter was watching some sex movie! Worse, Donna heard her talking on the phone too! Her motherly responsibilities flared up once again. She could make a fool of herself, but her daughter should behave!




Pure frustration was creeping up on her. It was impossible to enjoy the machine anymore. She wanted to scream to her daughter to at least mute the movie, but at the same time knew she couldn’t: her daughter expected her to have Lenny in her mouth and she didn’t want to anger her. Making her angry would only lead her farther astray. Also she doubted Trixy would hear her anyway.




Out of pure hopelessness Donna convinced herself it was probably Ninon she was talking to. And Ninon knew of everything already, probably even encouraged Trixy to watch porn movies to see if she would take Lenny out of her mouth and react. But at least it wasn’t some girlfriend who would sooner or later tell her friends or her parents what Trixy is doing at night.




She forced her mind to embrace that thought even though she knew it was not true. But once in her mind she at least could go back to work without worry. And she needed to finish the work, needed to update her journal. If not her stack of problems would only grow, and they were already piled up way too high.




A more frustrated than ever Donna focused on her assignments. She blocked out the porn movie noises coming from below as much as possible. She allowed herself to cum without boundaries or shame, and to blank her mind as the dildos incessantly scratched her itches. In the rare times her mind could focus she scrambled through her work to get it all done.




How she hated herself!!

by bokkey

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