Cutty

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The reward

Donna walked up to ms Brendan’s house after she parked her car. It was a misty morning and very cold, and a small breeze made it feel so much colder. She tucked herself deeper in the short fur coat. it kept at least her body warm, but she hurried fast to the door, her legs were freezing already.

In her mind she was exited and anxious. Not so much because of meeting ms Brendan, or what she would make her do. It would be the usual nakedness, and probably some humiliation too. No, that was not something to look forward to. It was because of the phone conversation she had with ms Brendan last night, when she had proudly announced she had reached her quota, even better, that she had managed to squeeze some additional orgasms out of Robert. True, they were mostly blow jobs, but they counted. And ms Brendan had approved, no remarks and no discussion of the result. She even congratulated her and told her she would get her just reward! And that was the thing she looked forward to. What could the reward be, would it have been worth the effort?

She reached the door and rang the bell anxiously. She was cold, it was still freezing as the sun was barely up, and she wanted to get in as soon as possible. She looked at the empty street, only a few cars were in sight, the cold had a grip on the city it seemed, keeping everyone of the streets. And the fact that she was wearing a short skirt, a thin blouse, and her legs were naked with no stockings didn’t help getting her warm. But it was how ms Brendan had instructed her to come, and this was a small thing to do, compared to the last weekend. “All to keep ms Brendan happy.” Donna smirked to herself.

As she waited in the cold she felt how her body was still tired of the weekend. Having sex like this, where she had to do most, if not all the work, was tiresome. Especially as she hadn’t come, not even really reaching close to her peak. “Well, maybe the first day yes.” she thought back. “But the last two days it was just getting Robert off. I should get an award for my acting alone!” But that didn’t change the pain in her thighs, her hips, even her vagina kind of felt funny.

The door was opened pulling her out of her thoughts. She looked into the cold eyes of the driver. The girl had her usual skimpy outfit, showing the tattoo on her breast, well, more like advertising it, as her breasts bulged out of the corset-like uniform. A short skirt, black stockings, and high heels. It was something she always wondered about, does she ever wear different clothing, like in her free time. Did she have any free time? She seemed to be always around.

Donna entered the house, happy to be out of the cold. “Thank you” she said to the driver.

“That is what you’ll have to wear.” The driver pointed to a pair of white high heels, ignoring her thanks.

Donna nodded, and kept silent. It was no use talking to the driver as usual.

“So I have to go totally naked today...” she understood, as she focused on her upcoming talk with ms Brendan “Well... if that’s her kink for today...” Donna didn’t mind being naked in ms Brendan’s house anymore, she would have worn anything ms Brendan told her today and wouldn’t mind. Not today at least. She knew she had made it, and she knew she would get a reward. Ms Brendan had told her so herself!

As she undressed she felt her muscles ache again. She thought back again at the weekend, her fucks with Robert. How different they were from their usual intercourse. “It was raw fucking mostly.” She smiled as she recalled the scenes “He was even too much enjoying it to complain about anything, let alone notice I was acting.”

As she dropped her skirt she looked into the mirror, at her own reflection “I am still hot enough to get my husband off whenever, wherever, and how often I want to.” She thought proudly, looking at her legs, her thighs, and, as she turned, her ass. “Even now in just a blouse I look hot” she thought. As Donna faced the mirror again she looked at her vagina. The awful cut was still clearly visible. A reminder of the cruelty of ms Brendan. “I wonder if it will ever go away. The doctor had said no, but maybe it becomes just a small cut in time...”

She unbuttoned her blouse, as she kept looking at herself. “My body is indeed nicely toned. The right skin color due all that sun bathing... Well, a bit too dark maybe..” Donna shifted her upper body a bit to let the light play on her free breasts “But that was obviously the idea of ms Brendan. She wanted this slightly too dark tone. To make me look like a slut, but not too much. Just a bit off from the normal housewife look.”

Donna smiled sadly “And the slut I have been, or better, the bitch” she thought as she remembered the Sunday afternoon again. All had gone well, until Julie and Trixy returned too soon with their pizza’s. She had at that moment fucked Robert one more time, and they were getting ready for the last, the twenty-fifth. Needless to say she was more than a bit frustrated at their quick arrival. But it was getting worse, as it turned out they expected to spent the last hours with their dad, even planning to go with them to the airport.

She had looked for a way out, an excuse to get him back, but found no real solution.

“It was out of panic.” She thought “I would have never hit her like that.” And she had hit her daughter. They ended up fighting after a short but heavy argument. She hit her own daughter a bleeding nose and shut her up in her own room. Robert had been unaware of this, luckily, and Trixy was so taken by her mother’s action she had meekly followed her order to go to her room too. Robert had heard part of the quarrel, how could he not as he was showering in the other room, but she had just taken him outside to the car as quickly as possible, and was driving him away from the house before he could really react.

She sat down and picked up the white high heeled shoes. The driver had left her alone already, going about her own business, whatever that was.

“He just meekly followed, wondering what was going on.” She recalled “Must have been my own behavior. I was really furious, and not in the mood to quarrel with him, and he knew it.”

She closed the strap of the right shoe, and picked up the left. She hadn’t been really angry with Julie, but when Julie balked at the idea of her bringing Robert alone to the airport “Because you girls have school tomorrow”, Donna just snapped.

“All the tension of the past months just came out. The fear of not making it, being so close. The anger at myself for letting this situation just gradually escalate to its current state. The dates with other men that felt like betraying Robert, the clothing, the guest room...” Donna explained to herself, as she closed the straps of the left shoe. The shoes fitted perfectly as usual, and she was used to the high heels by now. More than used to, flat shoes didn’t exist anymore for her. One more thing she was ashamed of. She stood up and watched herself in the mirror. Her make up was just like Friday, with the bronze lips, the rouge, the brown shades on her cheeks, and the eye-shadow, mascara, thin lining of her eyebrows. “Too much make up to go to work this afternoon actually.” She concluded “Hopefully she allows me to remove it, or at least lessen the look.”

A true slut she looked, naked, toned, a healthy thin body, her hair curly. She went through her hair with her hand. The long fingernails ‘French style’, the diamond stud in the outer nails, it shouted ‘slut’ in Donna’s opinion. Another thing she didn’t want to show up with at work.

A sad look took over as she again thought back at the fight. It was something she tried to forget, at least until this meeting with ms Brendan was over. Than she figured she could try to restore her relation with her daughter again. Explain her it was due to her own frustration, she must understand she hadn’t meant to hurt her like that, hadn’t meant to hurt her at all.

She turned to walk into the living room “But Julie was right on the spot when she shouted how perverted I was. It was also the shock of how much my daughters had noticed of my changes, my behavior. Even my nightly escapades had been noticed, both inside and outside the house, and the way I dressed up for them.”

She sighed, getting herself back together again to face ms Brendan “I smacked her just to have her shut up, for fear Robert would hear her from under his shower, and then she fought back, and I.... well I’m well trained, and she had three nights of drinking, so it was no match. I was just too vicious, I surprised myself.”

She had left her daughter with a bleeding nose, crying, inside her own room, had sent Trixy off to her room, and went immediately away with Robert. In the car she took a few minutes to recuperate, and next worked on Robert again. He wasn’t in the mood of course, but she just wouldn’t take no. She had parked the car half way to the airport in a secluded parking lot, and she fucked him, sucked him, did all she could to get him off for the last time.

When he was done and they were back on the road she was calm again, having reach her quota at least. She explained the fight to Robert as a normal fight lately because of Julie’s teenager behavior. “We’ll make it up again in a day or two.” She had assured him. Her sudden calmness about it made him belief her story, and relaxed him. They even fucked and sucked some more at the airport parking lot, making him almost miss his flight. But Donna really wondered if she could make it up to Julie so easy. Their first fight, even during puberty she never was physical with Julie. And the shock, the utter despair in Julies eyes when she was beaten, and just dragged into her room. “I have no idea how she will react to this...”

“And now here I am, naked, in high heels, ready to obey every command of that twisted and sick ms Brendan who is the cause of all my problems.” A sigh left her body, as she mustered herself for what was about to happen

“Let the games begin!” Donna told herself as she walked into the living room. 

The bright sunlight blinded her for a second, and she blinked a few times to get used to it. She looked around the room to see ms Brendan.

“Sit down Cutty.” Ms Brendan said with a big smile. Ms Brendan was sitting on the couch and indicated to Donna she should sit next to her. She was wearing a grey business suit with a dark pink blouse. She was wearing brown nylons, and black shoes, 2-3 inches high. She looked like your average business woman, with her hair cut just above the shoulder, and just some basic make up, a neutral lipstick, just a bit of pink eye make. In other words she looked just the way Donna would love to look: descent, intelligent, strong, self confidence.

Donna first kissed ms Brendan, convincingly said “I love you ms Brendan”, and sat down on the couch next to ms Brendan. It was nice for Donna to sink into the soft pillows, it was rather cold in the room.

“Chilly isn’t it.” Ms Brendan said with a small smile as her eyes focused on Donna’s nipples, which stood erect.

“Yes, well actually it is normal for this time of the year, ms Brendan.” Donna replied as if it was just a normal conversation among friends.

“You did great, Cutty, I’m really, really impressed!” Ms Brendan said as she turned on an answering machine. She was direct as usual. “We voted this one to be the best fuck of the weekend” The noise of Robert and her fucking on the diner table filled the room.

Donna wondered who voted “Probably Ninon, ms Brendan, and maybe even the driver” “Let’s just hope no one else!”

“So I’m happy, and if I’m happy you can be happy, Cutty.” Ms Brendan said, leaving the answering machine on. This made sure the room was filled with her and Roberts moaning and grunting, and the obscene sounds of flesh smacking into each other, the sipping noise of his dick in her pussy, an the sucking noises.

“As for your reward...” she picked up a receipt book. “I made this calculation: 19 fucks at 200 USD, and 9 blow jobs 50USD each, which gives you a total of  4250 USD. With a large tip as my employee was really in heaven, as he assured me just this morning, I think 6000 USD would be ok, don’t you think, Cutty?”

Donna was perplexed, she wanted to pay her 6000 USD for fucking with her own husband! And she had actually approached her husband to see if she had made him happy. “What had she asked, will Robert be angry at me again for ‘discussing’ my sex life with ms Brendan?” She worried right away.

“On top of that” ms Brendan continued “You’ll have the next week off. Both from me as from your other work. It is also the holidays, and thus vacation for the kids. Time for you to have some quality time with the family.”

Donna smiled “Some time alone with my family at last!”

“Thank you ms Brendan.” She said honestly. She was thrilled! She would receive a large amount of money, have time with her kids, free for a week from the weird things they forced her to do. Free time to patch things up with her daughters.

“You know Robert won’t be home for the holidays as planned, it is the time of year sales is booming in Asia, so I need him there to lead the marketing campaigns.” Ms Brendan told Donna. “I explained that to him this morning.”.

Before Donna could really digest the bad news ms Brendan continued “But to make it up, and because I am really pleased with my slut, I have tickets for you to the Caribbean for 7 days, with your kids.”

Donna couldn’t keep a smile from her face. She always wanted to go to the Caribbean but it never came to it. And now she would go with her daughters too. “A pity Robert can’t be there, but the kids will love to go to the Caribbean! It will make it so much easier to make it up to them.””

“Would you please sign these Cutty?” Ms Brendan gave her a few papers.

Donna looked at the papers and read them. She was offering her ‘services’, which were clearly described together with their price, blow jobs, fucks, lap-dance, the works. It was kind of a standard contract for a call girl service, if they would have any. The other paper was the final invoice, describing what actually had been done the two nights and two days of labor. Donna hesitated, signing such papers was going against her nature. She never signed papers easily, and these were making it look as if she initiated the deal.

“Something wrong Cutty?” ms Brendan asked seeing Donna’s hesitation.

“I- I, I’m sorry ms Brendan, but why must I sign these? Can’t I just get the money?”

“Oh I thought the amounts were wrong or something like that...” Ms Brendan smiled and acted relieved “I’m not going to give you money just like that, Cutty. How can I justify that in my books? No just sign the paper. Or are the amounts really incorrect?”

Donna knew she was teasing her, knew this was what she had planned from the beginning. If she didn’t sign she wouldn’t get the money, which she actually desperately needed. If not just to pay ms Brendan herself off for the advances for the modifications at her home. But if she signed she agreed to ‘have offered and rendered services’ which were fucks and blowjobs. It would go into the books she fucked for money. Even if it was her husband his name wasn’t on the invoice. It would make her something like a call girl to whomever saw the invoice.

And the recorded sounds of her fucking, which was still going on, was in addition making her feel like a slut, especially as she heard herself fake one orgasm after another.

“I.. ms Brendan, if I sign this I agree to be paid for this like a prostitute. I mean, it was just my own husband...” She complained.

“Who happened to be my employee. And didn’t you do it because I told you to? Would you have fucked him so often otherwise? I told you to fuck my employee merciless, fuck with him day and night, the whole weekend. And you did as asked. That makes you already a ‘prostitute’ if you think of it, whether you’re being paid for it or not.” Ms Brendan looked Donna in the eye with an arrogant look, daring her to contradict her logic.

Donna’s mind raced, she didn’t want to sign, but if she didn’t all hell would break loose, and all the hard work in the weekend was done for nothing. She was sure of that. Gone would be the money, gone the free week, gone the Caribbean. “And it is just a small signature...”

Donna grabbed the pen on the table and wanted to sign the receipt. Ms Brendan smiled and stopped her, which made Donna sigh with relief at first. “She doesn’t want me to sign anyway...” was her first thought.

“Not so fast, Cutty.” Ms Brendan said faking friendliness “I do want you to really think about it, and really understand what you are signing. What you are agreeing to.”

“This invoice indicates as you mentioned you fucked and sucked a man as ordered. It also states you offered the services to my company. As you mentioned, it really officially makes you a prostitute, although I prefer to refer to it as call girl. Especially as there is no brothel involved, it was at the home of the client.”

“Ms Brendan...” Donna was perplexed by her statement.

“Shhh, be quiet and think about it. If you sign you are a call girl, no excuses. It was your husband, it was a kinky game we played, but the cold fact still is: you sign and you are a whore. And you are free to not sign these papers, although it will have it’s dire consequences.”

Donna still wanted to ask something but ms Brendan placed her finger on her lips, indicating she should be silent.

The two women sat beside each other silently with the voice recording filling the room with Donna’s fuck sessions with her husband. “My client” Donna thought bitterly.

“Signing will be a legal pitfall” Donna understood “She’ll use it in her books, for tax deduction or whatever, and when these are checked, they will come to me. And to explain it was with my own husband....”

“However, Robert will testify it was him, and that will turn it in just another kinky game. It will mean I’ll have to come clean with him, but eventually I must anyway. This can’t go on for ever. And what would be the chance of them looking, checking this invoice, between all the other thousands she has?” Donna’s mind raced as she convinced herself signing wouldn’t be so bad after all. Not compared to the immediate consequences if she didn’t. No jobs, the loans, and the additional loan for modifying the house, the public humiliation, probably a rough time with her marriage, if it held at all, and so on.

“If I sign, with part of the money we go on a vacation, and the rest I use to pay off ms Brendan, ending one loan next month, instead of after 6. And I can just wait for a better moment to stop this nonsense.”

“And if she keeps on paying for my sexual escapades with my husband I will make sure she goes bankrupt, and I’ll love doing it all the way!!” she smirked, making up her mind. “No, her scheming won’t get me down. I am too strong for her, and will show that. This signature means nothing, it’s just to scare me off more than anything else.”

“I’ll sign, ms Brendan.” Donna said confidently.

“Here you go.” Ms Brendan offered her the pen. Donna took it and signed the contract and invoice.

“One copy for me, and one for you.” Ms Brendan said “Better save them as you might need them sometime.”

Donna looked at ms Brendan questioning her remark. She knew she was serious, but wondered if it meant she would send for instance the inspection at her. “If she does, I’ll tell them it was with my husband, the dates are on the receipt, so Robert will back my story. Bring it on bitch!” she thought fiercely. But fear crept in too “But it means she can decide whenever this stops, or is she scheming something I don’t know right now?”

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“Now I want to enjoy you some more, girlfriend” ms Brendan winked at the naked Donna. She was all smiles and was rather enthusiastically.

It was a long time ago she called her girlfriend Donna noticed “Usually it is that annoying ‘Cutty’” It made her even more suspicious her signing wasn’t a good idea after all. But it was too late now.

“I want you to show me what you have learned so far from Ninon.” Ms Brendan continued, ignoring Donna’s wondering, suspicious looks at her. She grabbed a bag and gave it to Donna. It was full with dildo’s.

Donna sighed, knowing what was expected of her, and looked for one with the size she was used to. She found the gel and started to grease up the dildo. That done she sat up, squatting, facing ms Brendan, and started to stick the dildo into her pussy. Due to the always present irritation it was by now constantly wet, so she didn’t had to work on her wetness. Actually, by only seeing the dildo’s her vagina started to produce extra juices, its irritated glands working overtime to produce more than they already did. The lubricated dildo glided inside her with ease. She smiled at ms Brendan as she spread her knees while she stood on her toes, squatting widely in front of her on the dildo. Donna held on to the back of the couch as her right hand pumped the dildo into her pussy. The sopping sounds of her vagina soon mingled with the tape recording still blaring into the room.

Donna blocked out the disturbing tape as she focused on getting off. She expertly rubbed the dildo over he clit ever so often, and massaged her breasts and nipples at times with her other hand. After she picked up a steady pace she had no need to hold on to the couch all the time. She imagined it was Robert fucking her, although she didn’t forget to look at ms Brendan regularly, looking her straight in the eye as she was trained to do. Showing her she was indeed aroused. It was just as she had been practicing with Ninon. Every whimper she let out was taught to her, and she saw ms Brendan approved. She blocked out her anger, frustration, as she knew that would hinder her orgasm, she just focused on coming, and coming as trained.

Ms Brendan meanwhile really enjoyed the show, and fondled Donna’s breast, which  Donna pushed forward if she saw the hand of ms Brendan approach, to give her better access.

“You have come a long way, my beauty.” Ms Brendan complimented “Your body is in top shape now. Gone is all the ‘housewife’ fat.” Her hands caressed Donna’s nipples, her hips, her neck, shoulders. Donna responded with the trained sighs and movements. It was just as when she practiced with Ninon, ms Brendan moves were almost identical.

“Thank you, ms Brendan.” Donna didn’t forget to thank properly for a compliment given by ms Brendan.

“If you would need to improve now it would have to be surgical. This type of fat just comes with the ages, and the wrinkles starting to come out, the sagging breasts too. Breastfeeding is good for the baby, but awful for your figure!” ms Brendan smiled “But your overall picture is still terrific.”

Donna orgasmed soon after the last compliment. She let out a loud cry and slumped forward. She enjoyed the few moments the tingling feeling went through her body. As it left her body after a while she took out the dildo and licked it clean, making sure ms Brendan clearly saw her sucking up her own juices. She ended the performance with a smile, and a clean shiny dildo held up in her hand.

“Bravo, you really did learn a lot!” ms Brendan said, as she clapped her hands arrogantly, humiliating Donna just a bit more. It made it clear to Donna it was a show, a trick she learned only to please ms Brendan, and although it took her weeks of training, practicing, it was clearly not something that really impressed ms Brendan.

Ms Brendan’s arrogant smile, attitude, reminded Donna of her true and awful situation “I’m really being trained to do tricks for her, and I have no way to avoid it, and it doesn’t even mean that much to her. How many times did ms Brendan have innocent women like me act for her?” She moved uncomfortably as she suddenly felt so naked. Here she was squatting naked on the couch of her husbands female boss, showing all her previously private areas, and even doing an obscene act with a dildo. “How humiliating!!” a wave of shame went through her body.

“Now I am a little aroused, so Cutty, come between my legs and service me, the one you love so terribly.” Ms Brendan said, as she looked deep into the ashamed eyes of Donna. “She sees right through me. She knows how humiliated I feel right now, how low I feel....how week” Donna knew, and she sighed a deep sigh of surrender.

Humiliated, naked, Donna crawled off the couch to her and kneeled between her legs. She started to pull the nylons and panties down, Ms Brendan helped by lifting her legs up. Once the garment was gone Donna spread ms Brendan’s legs gently, and kissed her pussy lips. Ninon had trained her every night on how she had to lick ms Brendan’s pussy, it was now almost second nature to her. Luckily, as it allowed her to block out her depressing thoughts, and go on auto pilot.

She was surprised to notice the swift reactions of ms Brendan’s pussy to her touches. It was already wet when she started, but as she obediently kissed it, licked it, and even softly bit the outer labia, she noticed the juices almost gushing out of ms Brendan’s pussy. She licked up all of it as trained. 

“Good, Cutty, very good.” Ms Brendan complimented her. Donna looked up while licking long strokes, and smiled. “Oh fuck, oh fuck me!” Donna thought as she noticed herself smiling “I’m trained, manipulated. I act just as they want me to, even smiling, even those small details are now an automatic reaction. They’ve changed my behavior. I should feel dirty, I should protest.”

“But I won’t. I won’t now, right now I’m defeated. It’s amazing how I’ve changed.” Donna wondered miserably, yet still licking “I would have refused this just a few months ago. Now I’m licking ms Brendan’s pussy as I have been trained without any remorse what so ever! Now it is just something I have to do, like doing the dishes. I’ve lost all of my inhibition against lesbian sex.”

It took her much less time to get ms Brendan off than it usually took with Ninon. Donna actually was a bit surprised as ms Brendan grabbed her head, and pushed her deep into her pussy, and grinded her lips hard over her whole face. “Yeah, Cutty!” she exhaled “Oh yes!” and she let go of Donna. Donna slumped back to her kneeling position and just sat meekly looking at ms Brendan crumbling in front of her, enjoying her orgasm to the max.

Donna looked sideways to the answering machine still playing her fuck sessions. It was now by her Saturday night fuck session, one of the lasts, Donna knew. She pondered on her situation. Here she was, naked, obeying every order this powerful woman gave her, and degrading herself all the way. She has been trained to please her, and she was even modified somewhat to her liking. On top of that she was putting her family in danger the more she tried to protect them!

She looked back at ms Brendan knowing her thoughts wouldn’t help her now. Now she had to focus on getting through this ‘session’ keeping ms Brendan happy, very happy. “That gives me the money, and the vacation with my daughters. All the rest will cause problems” and Donna put on a smile again.

When ms Brendan finally opened her eyes she told still kneeling Donna to stand up.

“I want to see you, see how you have improved again.”

Donna stood in front of her in the high heeled shoes. They made her legs look so much longer, and on top of that they were in great shape. It also made her ass and her breasts stand out. The chilly cold in the room gave her goose bumps, and her already erect nipples became even harder.

“Turn around, Cutty.” Ms Brendan instructed.

She really looked at Donna as some price horse, Donna felt, as she turned around slowly.

“Yes, you have improved.” She patted her on the ass “Turn back.”

Donna faced her tormentor again.

“Why do you train at the gym?” ms Brendan asked

“To improve my body.” Donna replied.

“No,” ms Brendan corrected “because I told you to go, because I wanted you to improve your body. Isn’t that correct Cutty?”

“Yes ms Brendan.”

“Why do you go to the spa?”

“Because you told me to ms Brendan.” Donna answered, knowing this was what ms Brendan wanted to hear.

“Why do you train yourself sexually?”

“Because you told me to, ms Brendan.”

“Why did you fuck with your husband?”

“Because you told me to... Ms Brendan.”

“The piercing, why do you have it?”

“Because you wanted me to ms Brendan.”

“The cut overthere?” ms Brendan pointed to the cut at her pussy

“Because I didn’t do what you told me to, ms Brendan.”

“Why do you shave your pussy?”

“Because you told me to, ms Brendan.”

“The changes in your house?”

“Because you wanted them, ms Brendan.”

“Why do you work?”

“Because you told me to, ms Brendan”

“Okay, by now I think you got the picture.” Ms Brendan said “You’ll do whatever I tell you to, it is because...?”

“Because you want me to, ms Brendan.”

“No, my dear Cutty, think harder, and try again...”

“Because you... you’ll punish me severely if I don’t, ms Brendan?”

“Oh I will, but it is not the correct answer, try again...Why would you do everything I say?”

“Because....Because I love you ms Brendan?” Donna tried.

“Right! Smart girl. Remember that. You follow me because you truly love me. And I choose you as my girlfriend because you are indeed a beauty.” Ms Brendan continued “Look at your hands, the fingers, long slender, your feet, the toes, beautiful lady like. Your long legs, your sizes, and on top of that a beautiful face.”

Donna felt better now she complimented her. Weird but true.

“I just had to let you get rid of some fat, and you turned into this beautiful sexy creature. Now I’m training you how to have sex. Before long you’ll be a true slut for me. You already lost a bit of shame, standing here naked, with your face covered in my juices.”

Donna listened, as the everlasting noise of her making out with Robert just continued to go on and on in the background. It made her feel like a real lowdown slut; the remarks of ms Brendan, and the noise of her weekend actions, the fact that she indeed is standing naked in her living room, playing along with her perverse game, looking like she has no shame at all.

“And as you signed off on the deal, you are now officially a whore too.” Ms Brendan reminded her “It’s just a confirmation of what we knew all along, and what you have been writing down in your diary: you are a perverted despicable slut, isn’t that right Cutty?”

Donna heard the remarks and felt deeply humiliated, but knew she had to get through it, go along with her game. She had been too much to give it up now.

“Yes ms Brendan.” She answered as she swallowed her anger, pride.

“Turn around, bend over and spread your ass cheeks.” Ms Brendan instructed.

Donna complied, happy the humiliating conversation was over. The humiliation of being fucked she could stand, but to have her own situation explained to her was too much. It hurt her deeply, it made her feel hopeless.

“Start masturbating, and finger your asshole.”

Donna did, seeing no alternative but to follow the perverted orders of ms Brendan.

“I want you to really see reality. You are a slut, a whore, and you’ll do everything I say. As long as that is understood you can keep your family, and a bit of that pathetic life of yours. But the true you will be the slut I chose you to be. The slut that is now masturbating herself, while smiling at me.” The latter was an instruction, and the humiliated Donna turned her head and smiled at ms Brendan, while a tear ran over her face of pure humiliation. She couldn’t hold them in anymore.

“Good girl “ms Brendan complimented, ignoring her tears “You are such a slut. ” She patted the ass of Donna.

“Here..” she threw the bag with dildo’s to her. “Choose the size with which you want me to fuck your ass. Choose wisely...”

Donna knew what ms Brendan wanted, she had to choose a dildo which would impress her tormentor. The nightly training however never were much focused on her ass. Yes she had an enema, and she fucked herself lately at night in her ass, but that was just to scratch that awful ever present itch. Which as she thought of it just became worse.

She picked a blue dildo, just a bit bigger than she was used to.

“Here, lubricate your ass.” Ms Brendan gave her a small jar with gel, while she took the dildo from Donna’s hand. As she screwed on the dildo to the strap-on she had put on underneath her business skirt. Donna lubricated her ass. Still standing bend over, still listening to her own noise through the speaker. On the recording she had an orgasm again, a fake one. But she was happy, relieved, ms Brendan didn’t force her to use a bigger dildo.

“It’s on auto repeat, so we’ll hear the first fucks and sucks too. You’ve been quit the whore Cutty. And so much faking! Poor Robert, he must think he is the man right now.” And with that she roughly entered Donna’s ass.

Donna screamed from the pain.

“A bit bigger than you’re used to, but again you satisfy me Cutty.” Ms Brendan complimented her. Donna really didn’t care, she just tried to adjust to the rough ramming she received. “Masturbate yourself Cutty, don’t slack!” ms Brendan ordered, grabbing on to the wriggling Donna.

Donna started to frantically finger herself. She hoped it would ease the pain, or at least please ms Brendan so she would be more gentle.

“Tell me how it feels slut!” ms Brendan said.

“It hurts, ms Brendan, it really hurts.”

“Is your fucking pussy wet?”

“Yes ms Brendan it is...” Donna answered “It is always wet lately, due to that irritation I have” she thought, in between the pain waves as the big dildo was pushed in.

“This is what I like my dear.” Ms Brendan said “A truly fucked up lady, both mind and body. That gets me off.”

“That, and inflicting pain, lots of it!” she pushed into Donna again with full force.

Donna yelled out from the pain again. “Just like the weekend she raped me with that driver” she recalled as the dildo was pulled out.

“You have given yourself an enema right?” ms Brendan asked.

“Yes ms Brendan, I did.”

“You haven’t ass fucked my employee, right?”

“No ms Brendan, OUCH!!” the dildo entered again into her ass. Donna rubbed frantically on her pussy, trying to get off, hoping it would bring relief. At least it would please ms Brendan.

“He doesn’t like ass fucking ms Brendan.” She blurted out.

“Well, than maybe you should teach him to like it?” ms Brendan replied

“Please no, don’t make me do that.” Donna cried and begged.

“I think you need a tattoo on your back, it is quite boring looking at you like this.” Ms Brendan changed the subject “A slutty tattoo here” she pointed to the area just above he ass “And it would have to be something saying like ‘please fuck my ass’ or so.”

“No, please!!” Donna replied, horrified.

Donna hung her head in defeat, crying both from pain and humiliation. She was being fucked in the ass, she was masturbating herself, she was in extreme pain, her own voice was shouting through the room from the damn speaker. And the remarks of ms Brendan terrified her. She didn’t want to be ass-fucked by her own husband, she didn’t like to be ass-fucked, she couldn’t understand how people could enjoy that despicable act. And a tattoo above her ass, she had seen those a lot by the porn stars, and she didn’t like it, and how would she explain it to her family. The piercing she has already gave problems. Robert doesn’t like it, and her daughters want one too now she has one.

Ms Brendan came as she fucked Donna with a few hard thrusts, and as she enjoyed her climax she pushed Donna’s back down so her ass and pussy lips were clearly in her view to her. Donna frantically masturbated herself to an orgasm, which was much easier now the painful thrusting was over. Her orgasm brought her some much needed positive feelings. She enjoyed it as much as possible, trying to forget her surrounding for a short while. She wondered if this was what ms Brendan wanted, that she would use her orgasms to escape her real life. It would make her a true slut for sure.

“But I’m not a slut.” She decided as she recuperated from her orgasm, and reality sat in “I’m being forced into this, I need to find a way out, and until then I’ll just go along, I’ll have to.”

“Here.” Ms Brendan gave the recuperating Donna the sticky dildo she just removed from her strap on “Clean.”

Donna grabbed the dildo and looked at it for a moment. It was full of gel, and some undefined stuff from her ass. It smelled awful. She closed her eyes and forced it into her mouth as she knew she had to.

Ms Brendan undid the strap on and threw it into the bag with dildo’s. “That was great fun.” She looked down at the women who obediently was sucking the dirty dildo clean. “I am very satisfied with your progress.” She said again “But I want you to understand your situation. I like having sex as a dominant, humiliating, truly humiliating the woman, or women, I have sex with. So that means you’ll be humiliated over and over again, for my pleasure, and only for that.”

Donna looked up at ms Brendan as she licked the dildo clean of its last filth.

“The coming two weeks will be easy for you, vacation, just the average training. But then we’ll pick up where we left off, and you better be prepared, it’s going to be tough on you.”

Donna laid the clean dildo meekly back into the bag.

“You will be trained in new skills, and furthermore I want more participation from you, more involvement in your own humiliation. Just think about the things you would never do, and force yourself to do them.” Ms Brendan said as she zipped the bag close. “Now get up.”

Donna raised herself. Her ass hurt, and she was crying. She was close to her breaking point. She felt so utterly disgraced, and her situation was so hopeless.

“There, there.” Ms Brendan said as she whipped the tears from Donna’s face “You don’t need to cry. You know by now how I am, you knew already you were into a roller coaster ride with me. Here, clean my fingers.”

Donna sucked the fingers of ms Brendan clean of her own tears. Ms Brendan fondled her breast again, and her thighs, her ass and her pussy.

“A beautiful whore you are indeed.” She said kindly “just take it one day at the time, and you’ll be just fine. And make sure I’m satisfied, and you’ll be. If it rains on the rich...”

Donna smiled through her tears. Not out of happiness, but out of sarcasm. “The bitch will make my life a living hell, and I’ll just have to be happy with the ‘left overs’. I’ll be humiliated, disgraced to the bone, and be happy with what, a vacation of a week? What kind of life will that be?”

“Ok, you go now, I have other work to do. Remember to write everything about this weekend in your diary. Be honest as usual. And enjoy your vacation my little whore.”

Donna was relieved it was over. After some hesitation she gently kissed ms Brendan. “I love you ms Brendan, and... thank you.” She said as sincere as she could. It was so awkward to thank the source of her problems for giving her more problems. So terribly awkward, but what else could she do?

Donna turned and she walked away on the white high heels. “Just get out of here, just go home” she told herself. Tears rolling over her face. She just couldn’t stop them. She never had felt so weird, so hopeless, ashamed, broken.

“You’re forgetting something.” Ms Brendan told her, and held out the signed contract, invoice, and the tickets. Her smile was another stab through Donna’s hart. She quickly walked back, whipping away her stream of tears, and took the papers that made her into a whore. “Thank you, ms Brendan” she muttered and walked quickly out of the room.

“Damn!!” she cursed inwardly as she noticed her clothes were missing. She had to go out in just her fur coat. Out into the cold totally naked in a luxury neighborhood. It was the final straw. She started to weep openly as she quickly put on the coat and walked outside. The slippery path made it impossible for her to run to her car, and she tried to walk as fast and elegantly as she could, not to draw any attention to herself. But she wept all the way to her car. Knowing ms Brendan was watching her and laughing at her situations. Inside the cold car she had to cry out a long time before she even could start the engine to heat up the car. “What an awful, hopeless situation!!”

She started the engine finally and started to slowly drive away, back home.