Cutty

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Consequences 3, the black friend

“Drink this...” Melinda said. She held out a glass of bubbling water to the still shaking Donna. “It will calm you down...”

With some difficulty she drank the bitter stuff, and indeed calmed down after about 15 minutes.

Still sniffing Donna sat on the couch and whipped her eyes.

“Feeling better already?” Melinda asked nicely, as she stood in front of Donna, leaning against the table.

“Y-yes..” Donna weakly replied. She gave back the empty glass.

“Fine...Look. We have been going over the legal stuff, and had our first session. We need to finish up, as you need to get on with your life, your new life.”

“We have made your daughters understand the situation, so now there are no boundaries anymore, in theory. In practice you better be discrete anyway, as the neighbors, family members like grandparents, can be a problem. I’ve had a few clients jailed for indecent behavior several times, even had them fight over custody of their children due to too much indiscretion, and you wouldn’t want that to happen, now do you.”

Donna shook her head, she felt a bit numb due to the drink, and thus didn’t respond to what her new psychiatrist was saying.

“But now you can be much more open with for instance the training session with Ninon, the clothing you wear, at least at home, and the dirty things you do. You have gained a bit more freedom. Though the rough sessions I would keep on doing in the sex room you made, with the sound proof walls.”

“What I want you to do till the next session is write down in your diary what you enjoy in particular, and what crazy stuff you would want to try out.”

“I am sure that with ms Brendan’s help you can fulfill all your wishes. She is very resourceful, and has helped numerous of my clients. You’re lucky she’s so fond of you.”

Donna listened with an ironic smile. The drink had calmed her down, and now she kind of had an ease of mind. The crying had done her good too. Now she was able to face her situation with some irony, instead of with sheer fright. “Let me see...” Donna thought to herself “In essence they want me to write down some vulgar sexual fantasy, and next outlive it...and I think they want me to say I want to be a whore...”

“I am sure it will be alright, don’t you worry.” Melinda continued. “Now I understood ms Brendan wants to meet you again in the living room, so you better go now. A woman like that you don’t keep waiting.”

“Thank you...” Donna mustered. She waited a while, but then she unsteadily got up. The medicine had really slowed down her reactions.

“No need to thank me girl, it is what you pay me for, it’s what I love to do.” Melinda said as she supported the naked housewife “Steady now, the drug I gave you is still working a bit, as you noticed. It should be out of your system in about half an hour or so. I just gave you a small dose. Just enough to settle down after your panic attack.”

After the first steps Donna could walk on her own, out of the room, and onto her next ordeal.

Ms Brendan was sitting in the room drinking some tea, as she had her laptop in front of her. Donna walked to the couch  where she had been sitting before, and sat down. Ms Brendan gave her an easing smile as she continued to work on her laptop.

Donna sat back in the warm pillows, enjoying their soft touch against her body, and silently waiting what other things were expected from her. She had expected to be free to go by now. But she didn’t mind too much; she was still calm thanks to the medicine.

Ms Brendan finally closed the laptop and looked at Donna. Donna’s make up was smeared due to all the crying, and she gave Donna a box with wet tissues and a small mirror to clean herself first. Without a word being told Donna did so. Ms Brendan smiled as she understood the training of Donna was going well. She looked satisfied at the women in front of her, satisfied at the ease with which this former decent housewife now wore platform shoes, could walk in them even in a seduced state, and wearing fishnet stockings, white, whom she wore so casually, but which where so whorish. She was turning into a real slut.

Once cleaned Donna placed the towel and mirror back on the table, and humbly looked at ms Brendan, giving her a small smile.

“Great!” ms Brendan said “Cutty, you have done great so far.”

The sudden compliment pleased Donna, as it could mean no more punishments. It made her smile even bigger.

“So we will improve your body, and your mind. Your skills we already are taking care of, and in all that would make you complete.”

Though Donna in her mind she hated her situation, and especially the way she was manipulated deeper and deeper into her new life, she kept on smiling. Maybe due to the medicine. And how ms Brendan referred to it as becoming ‘complete’. “Actually...” she figured “I hate the fact that she outsmarts me all the time the most. How she can come up with new schemes just to get me off guard, and humiliate me.” Donna understood that is why she was in so deep. Every time she was caught off guard, a new level of depravity would be inflicted on her.

“However, I am still very, very angry about what you did in the Caribbean. Needless to say you won’t be going anywhere on your own again in the near future. Consider yourself grounded.” Ms Brendan said sternly. “We have no need for stupid girls who fuck around, and get themselves sick, or pregnant, or both.”

“I also feel a punishment is in order. Apart from pushing the training up so you can’t fuck around, I have come up with an idea that is both a punishment, and can fulfill your deepest, darkest desires, literary.” She laughed a bit after the last sentence.

Donna frowned wondering what sick thing ms Brendan had in store for her now. But still had her smile plastered on her face, be it it was a bit more sheepish.

“Don’t look so agitated!” ms Brendan said cheerfully “It’s nothing you can’t handle.” 

She picked up a large rectangular box, packed as a gift. “Here you go” and she placed it on the table.

Donna looked at the box and knew it was a dildo, or something like it. She initially froze and didn’t want to open it, but the friendly urging eyes of ms Brendan did the trick.

Reluctantly she unwrapped her ‘present’ and lifted the top from the box.

Inside was indeed a dildo, but one of an enormous size, and black as coal.

“Let me introduce you to your new boyfriend: Lenny.” Ms Brendan said “Pick it up, Cutty”

Donna lifted the black penis out of the box. It was large, it even had balls, and it looked rather real.

“Lenny is a replica of the real thing. Just imagine some black man walking around with such a dick!!” ms Brendan explained “I can see you getting wet just at the thought of that.”

“So this is how you’re desires of fucking black man can be fulfilled without any chance of diseases or whatever. Much better than partaking in gang bangs, don’t you agree?”

Donna looked at the monster in her hands, which even weight more than usual, and she shook it a bit upside down.

“It has weights in it, and sucking naps, so you can place it on a table, or any flat surface, and straddle it with no real problems, apart from the way your pussy will be stretched.” Ms Brendan explained mockingly.

Donna curiously placed the base on the table, and indeed the dildo stood upright, and even rather stable. The fake balls took care of that somehow.

“Yeah, I thought since you like black men so much, it would be better to find you a black dildo. Now as for the punishment we have of course the size of the thing.” Both ladies looked at the long phallus standing up on the table. Ms Brendan looked Donna in the eye again, getting her attention, and said “I expect you to train yourself with this dildo. I expect you to take it all the way up your pussy, and all the way up your mouth, and all the way up your ass. Is that clear?”

Donna looked at the black monster, and next to ms Brendan “She can’t be serious! That thing will kill me, it will never go in my vagina all the way, how can I suck such a broad object into my mouth? And my ass?”

“I said: is that clear, Cutty?” ms Brendan looked firmly at Donna, who had all sorts of nightmares of the pain this thing would cause her.

“I...I.. it is clear ms Brendan..” Donna replied “But...”

“Yes Cutty?”

“But I am afraid it is just too big for me. I will never be able to use this dildo on me, let alone on my mouth...or ass...” Donna said honestly.

“The dildo is named Lenny. From now on you refer to it as Lenny, your black boyfriend. And I don’t expect you to be able to insert it right now. But with training you will, you must. That is your punishment.” Ms Brendan said

“In addition, I want you to carry Lenny with you at all times. So as to remind you of your errors, and also so every time you feel the urge to fuck a black man again, you can use Lenny to please yourself. Will make you take him faster too.”

Donna looked at the large dildo “That would mean no more small bags...” she thought sarcastically. Still not believing it would be possible to learn, train her body to handle it.

“Now welcome Lenny as you would a real boyfriend...”

Donna looked at ms Brendan angrily. But only for a short time. She got off from the couch, and kneeled before the dildo.

“No, no, no, Cutty, please do this standing up...” ms Brendan instructed “That is so much better, and it shows of your beautiful long legs.”

Donna got up, and stood bending over the dildo.

“Spread those lovely legs a little...” Ms Brendan said with a smile, perfecting Donna’s pose, and enjoying the power she had over this women.

Donna reluctantly spread her legs, leaned with her left hand on the table, and took the dildo with her right, lifted her head up and looked at ms Brendan for approval.

“Good.” Ms Brendan nodded, as she made herself comfortable for the upcoming show.

Donna looked below her at the top of the large dildo. Even the fake head was large. “Maybe it is a replica, but they must have enlarged it a fair bit.” Donna thought as she started to collect enough spit in her mouth. She let it drool from her mouth on the rubber dildo, and started to smear her slime with her tongue over the whole top. Next she tried to swallow the top. With some effort she managed to get it in her mouth, but couldn’t really do much after that. She let go, and lifted her head looking at the dildo and its length again. She panicked a little at the thought of how she would have to swallow this hole dildo.

She recollected herself, as she knew she had to give a show for ms Brendan still, and she decided to lick the shaft, as she would a real dick. As she would have done with Robert’s....

“Talk to Lenny, Cutty...” Ms Brendan said with a smile, enjoying the humiliating scene.

“Hmm, ...” Donna started as she bit the shaft a bit to test its robustness. Its texture was leather like. And it tasted awful. The bitter taste disgusted her, but continued. She just gurgled up as much spit as possible and coated the dildo with it.

Now Robert was back in her mind she felt guilty, ashamed as she was licking this dildo.

“Oh Lenny,.. “ She started to say, but it was too humiliating to play along. She licked the shaft again, and swallowed the head again. Recuperating.

“Lenny, Lenny...” she tried again when her mouth popped free. But she couldn’t really start a real conversation. Not with this oversized dildo. Not now Robert was back in her mind. It felt like cheating.

But she knew she had to give a show for ms Brendan, and it had better be a good one. So as she couldn’t really talk to it, nor swallow it, she made up for it by caressing the dildo along her face. She also voluptuously moved her bend over body. Keeping her legs straight, but sensually wiggling her hips, her belly, her hanging breasts. This she had learned already from Ninon’s training, and she used all the moves to please ms Brendan. And as she tried again and again, and concentrated just on her show, she eventually got over her embarrassment, and started to talk to the dildo, to Lenny.

Ms Brendan enjoyed the sight of this inexperienced housewife whom she was turning into a total slut. How this woman now eagerly chatted with this black dildo, naked, swaying her body like an exotic dancer, a whore. How she loved the power she had over these women, her ‘girlfriends’! And this one was a beauty. And very good in acting too, she noticed as time passed by and the slut got more and more into the act.

“You can stop now, if Lenny didn’t come already, he will never come.” Ms Brendan said finally, jokingly “That was a very good show.” She complimented Donna.

“Thank you, ms Brendan” Donna said, as she raised her body up with some effort. She had been bending over for a long time. Her body was sweaty, and her face covered with her own slime.

“Take Lenny, and go home. I have other things to do now. I’ll see you Friday night.”

Donna took the dildo and placed it in the box. She cleaned her face with some tissues, and walked up to ms Brendan for her farewell kiss.

“Ah yeah.” Ms Brendan said as she saw Donna walk up to her, she had had her mind already back in her computer. She got up and let Donna kiss her passionately.

Donna was happy this was something she was very good at now. At least it was something ms Brendan could never complain about anymore. And indeed ms Brendan looked a little flustered when Donna stopped kissing her. Her smile showed that she was on the verge of ordering her to kiss her again, but she whimpered her off anyway.

Strangely proud Donna walked away with her box. As she walked further away she started to curse herself again for her own idiotic feelings “Proud because I have been trained to kiss that bitch like she wants to? Am I going nuts here?”

Still cursing at herself, at ms Brendan, she put on the clothing that was laid down for her, and walked outside, into the cold. Her coat gave her some warmth, but she cursed whoever picked those clothes. A small black mini skirt, not good in this cold,  black high heels, not good with the icing at some places, the red sea-through top, which let her breasts visible, and flop too much. And on top of it all she was late for the gym. She would have to hurry again. Donna sighed as she closed the door of her car, and started the engine. She felt stressed out from this afternoon, and didn’t want to go to the gym, but knew all hell would brake loose if she didn’t. She sighed again as she drove away, pushing up the heat to get warm, the box with Lenny rattling on the back seat...