Cutty

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Copyright 2008 by Bokkey.

Story by Bokkey

e-mail: bokkey2004@yahoo.com

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.