Cutty

Meeting the lapdance teacher

“Mom…”

“Mom…”

“MOM!!”

Slowly Donna opened her eyes and looked around in a daze “What… what’s going on…?”

“What’s ‘cumming’ on is more like it!” Trixy laughed as she overlooked her mother’s state.

Donna tried to recuperate but she had not yet recovered from the latest orgasm she just had. She tried to move around noticing she was still strapped to the horrible machine.

“You’ve made quite the mess again!” Trixy remarked.

She unstrapped her confused mother and helped her off the still pistoning machine. With disgusting pops the dildos came out, followed by an embarrassing flow of gel blobs which splattered on the carpet below.

“Oh Well, it was ruined anyway.” Trixy said as she steadied her mother. “Are you finished with everything?”

Donna was still not able to answer. She stood leaning on the computer table with quivering legs, not really comprehending what was going on or where she was.

“You didn’t really sleep, did you Mom?” Trixy noted as she hauled the machine away ”Bet you have never had a night like this before!”

Donna recalled the night vaguely. She had been fucked merciless all night. Her holes were sore and felt stretched out. She could feel cool air running inside them.

“Did you finish your work?”

The questions just kept on coming but Donna was unable to answer. Work, she indeed had work to do, but had she done it, had she finished? Donna focuses on the computer screen. It was a mixture of work and porn. She saw her on line diary was open too.

She vaguely remembered she had halfway through the night decided to fix her diary to at least finish something. And at a point in the night she had remembered a rule about her having to watch porn. Nothing was completed in the end.

Had she been dead tired yesterday, today she was exhausted. She hadn’t slept at all. She felt cramps in her legs from the impossible position she had been forced in all the time. And the pain in her vagina and ass was awful.

“Let’s get you washed up and ready for the day, shall we?”

Donna tried a humble smile to her daughter. She could use a bath.

“I have never had so much orgasms in my life.” She thought “And I didn’t even enjoy them; it was just my body reacting to the constant stimuli. It was an exhausting painful torture. I feel pains in places I didn’t even knew I had muscles! And my body tingles all over and is covered in sweat…”

“Come on…”

Donna felt the embarrassing tug of the leash on her collar and followed its lead. They went through the corridor to her room.

“Be quiet, Julie is still sleeping.” Trixy warned as she quietly opened the door to the master bedroom and pulled her mother inside.

Donna saw Julie sleeping partially dressed. She obviously had been partying and was out cold. Donna was relieved; at least Julie wouldn’t wake up anytime soon.

“She came home late, drunk…” Trixy whispered as they passed the bed. “Very drunk…”

She always told on her older sister as younger sisters usually do. Trixy obviously expected a remark from her mother but Donna kept silent.   

Annoyed by the lack of response she pulled Donna inside the cold bathroom. Donna automatically started to undress and fetched her enema.

Trixy looked on:“I always wondered how an enema was done, mom.”

The tired Donna just smiled wearily as she filled the enema bag with warm water. She also started the warm shower too so the cold would go away.

On automated pilot she bent over en stuck the enema in her asshole, letting the warm liquid flow into her. The warmth was wonderful.

Trixy bend down next to her mother’s face “How does it feel?” she asked curiously.

“At first it is a bit strange…” Donna mumbled “But you get used to it…”

“Rules, mom.”

“Sorry, Ms. Trixy.” Donna replied wearily. She really didn’t care about anything right now, let alone the stupid rules.

“Better” Trixy said as she raised herself to inspect the tube going into her mother’s ass.

“While the enema cleans your inside we should further discuss today’s activities.” She continued ”I feel we, Julie and I, deserve some special gifts and therefore I find you should give us your credit card. Yesterday we saw some new collections but we only could buy the cheapest items. We want some of the more expensive ones too. Don't you agree?”

“Ok, Ms. Trixy.” Donna replied humbly.

“It will make Julie feel good too, though she might max it out just for spite. But you won’t mind, will you, Mother?”

“No, Ms. Trixy…” Donna wanted to say something completely different. The last thing she could use right now was a maxed out credit card. But she was just too exhausted to start a fight.

“Yesterday with Ninon was fun, but I do miss the shopping trips with Ms. Brendan. You think she will take us out again sometime soon?”

“I..I don’t know, Ms. Trixy.”

“You can’t ask her, mom?” Trixy pressed on “She has a keen eye for luxury, and knows the best restaurants. And her driver is so cool.”

“I…I can ask…, Ms. Trixy.”

“Oh, I would love that!” Trixy said “And just wait till you see what clothes we’ll be buying today. I saw the most hottest pair of shoes!”

As Trixy excitedly went on to fantasize about all things she and her sister would buy, Donna dozed off while waiting for the enema to clean her inside. She woke up when she was lifted up onto the toilet in order to let her bowels empty.

The humiliating sound and smell made her twinge.

“Eeeooo, that’s disgusting!” Trixy said “Next time I won’t help you with that anymore. You can do that on your own”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Trixy.” Donna said, wondering if Trixy really thought she was helping.

She flushed as quickly as possible, as Trixy sprayed the room with air-freshener. Next she whiped her ass clean, and jumped under the shower. The warm water soothed her battered body.

“I’ll go and sort something out for you to wear.” Trixy said, wanting to leave the room as fast as possible.

“Thank you, Ms. Trixy.” Donna answered, grateful to be alone finally.

The warm water felt wonderful, but she knew she couldn’t stay too long; she had to finish work, get breakfast ready and fix up her diary, all before her dancing lessons would start. And she didn’t even know what time that would be!

Nervous because of all the things to do she quickly stepped out of the shower, dried herself and dragged herself into her bedroom. There, Trixy was busy going through her wardrobe, which was now full of skimpy outfits. Trixy had obviously had a blast as she had checked out the too short skirts the ridiculous t-shirts, blouses, the strings, the push-up bra’s. Donna didn’t remember having bought those items.

“Ah, there you are!” Trixy said excitedly. “I was thinking something very short, very revealing, since you’ll be lap dancing later on.”

Donna looked miserable at the clothes Trixy already had selected. They were laid on the bed, around the passed out Julie.

“Oh, look, put this on!” Trixy said as she held up a very small string. She threw it to Donna, who fumbled wearily to catch it. “I didn’t knew so many words could be placed on such a small fabric!”

In tiny letters the text ‘Love to Fuck’ was woven right over her pussy.

“That must be made especially for lap dancers; you can only read it when you’re up really close.” Trixy said, trying to humiliate her mother.

Donna smiled, not knowing what else to do, and pulled the string on.

“Now what skirt would go with that string…” Trixy said as she looked at the once she collected on the bed.

“Here, try that on.” Trixy pointed to a short cut off T-shirt stating ‘Private Dancer’ “And use that bra.”

Donna meekly fit the push-up bra on and then pulled the T-shirt on. The combination made her breast pop out.

“Naah“ , Trixy stated “Too ordinary”

She made Donna try on several other barely-there outfitsuntil she finally decided on a short blue see-through dress which ended just below Donna's ass. It looked more like a night gown than a dress but Donna couldn’t complain.

“There, now for the legs and feet, and then you can go and do your make up.”

Another short fashion show showing of her new sets of clothing took place until Trixy finally decided on blue stockings and some see through high heeled pumps.

“Now you look perfect!” Trixy said as she guided her mother to the long mirror in the room.

Donna looked at herself and at the bed with the clothing and Julie snoring in the middle of it. She flooded again with guilty feelings of what she was doing. Here was her daughter dressing her as a slut, while her other daughter was passed out from an overdosis of alcohol. It was so wrong!

“Now you just put on the correct make up while I take a shower. I want some scrambled eggs for breakfast, can you do that for me mom?”

“Yes, mrs Trixy” Donna said as she gave herself a last glance. She looked so awkward for the early morning…

Trixy was almost finished eating when Julie stumbled into the kitchen. She was obviously in a bad mood and gave her mother a disgusting look as she sat down at the table.

“Mother has outdone herself for us.” Trixy said cheerfully as she gulped down her last egg-sandwich. She gave Donna a wink to assure her she was going to get Julie to go along with the masquerade. “And she promised me she would make sure Ms. Brendan would go shopping with us soon.”

“Great.” Julie replied uninterested. She clumsily fetched some ham and eggs and started to eat.

“She even gave us her credit card.” Trixy continued, as she waved her mother’s gold card. “Guess where we’ll be going after breakfast?”

Julie’s eyes lit up a bit.

“Thought that would get your attention.” Trixy said. “Mom, some more tea please?”

Donna quickly fetched the tea and poured Trixy a fresh cup of tea.

“And sugar? Two spoons…”

“Yes, Ms. Trixy.” Donna said as she followed her daughters instructions.

“It has its advantages.” Trixy said to Julie “You want some tea too?”

Julie looked her mother up and down, ending in another disgusting look.

Donna didn’t know how to act. She completely agreed with the look she got from her daughter. How could she be dressed like this in front of them. How could she act like she did?

“Want some, Ms. Julie?” She tried meekly.

“Come on Julie.” Trixy encourage her sister “It’s warm and it will do you good.”

With a grunt Julie nodded her head and Donna quickly poured her daughter a warm tea.

“Give her some sausages, Mom.” Trixy instructed.

“Yes, Ms. Trixy.“ Donna quickly went around the table in her ridiculous dress and grabbed the sausages. “Here you are Ms. Julie.”

Julie gave her mother another killing look, but accepted the sausages and silently ate them.

Trixy meanwhile kept on talking cheerfully as she ordered her mother around. She enjoyed her new Mom. And she made sure her mother lived the part for Julie too.

Donna did her best to ‘behave’ as she served her daughter’s their breakfast, but she saw Julie’s mood getting worse. Unfortunately Trixy kept on challenging her, pushing her to talk to Julie, ask her if she wanted something more, if the eggs were salty enough, etc.

After half an hour Julie had reached her boiling point:“Fuck you, Mom!” Julie said after another humble “Ms. Julie”. She threw down her fork and knife and barged out of the kitchen.

Trixy just laughed it off “Don’t worry mom, I’ll get her out of the house. Some shopping will do her good!”

Donna smiled unsure if this was a good thing. She felt totally embarrassed and didn’t know what to do next. And the prospect of an angry daughter shopping with her credit card wasn’t good either.

“Thank you, Ms. Trixy.” Donna said anyway.

“Anything for my 'slut mommy'.” Trixy winked at Donna and gave her a hard slap on the ass.

Donna yelped but stayed put. “Normally I would have punished her for this.” Went through her mind “Normally she wouldn’t even think of smacking my ass…” she corrected herself wearily. Knowing she had brought this behavior of her daughter on herself.

“No thanks?” Trixy said as she turned in the doorway.

“Thank you, Ms. Trixy.” Donna said as tears welled up in her eyes from pure embarrassment.

It took some time for Donna to get herself together again, but eventually she started to clean the kitchen. There was so much to do still. And she also felt her ever present itch returning with a vengeance. She needed to be distracted of that.

Just when she wrapped up the kitchen Trixy and Julie stumbled down the stairs.

“We’re off!” Trixy shouted as they went outside.

“Have fun!” Donna shouted back relieved they were gone.

As she turned to finish up Trixy’s head appeared through the doorway. “Have fun …”

Donna smiled embarrassed “Have fun Ms. Trixy and Ms. Julie.” She corrected herself.

“This is sooo great!” Trixy said to Julie as she ran outside, finally leaving her mother alone.

Left alone Donna hurried through her normal chores after which she reluctantly walked upstairs to face the mess in Julie’s room again. As she was gathering up her belongings her cell rang.

“Hello Cutty, how are you?” Ms. Bondain asked.

“I’m ok, Ms. Bondain.” Donna replied “Just a little bit tired…”

“I can’t understand why.” Ms. Bondain said with a serious tone “Trixy told me just now you did not updated your diary, did not finish your work and made a mess of Julie’s room! And above all that you angered Julie with you clumsy behavior. What is wrong with you?”

Donna felt her tears well up again. This was so unfair! “I tried my best…” She started.

“Obviously that is not good enough!” Ms. Bondain interrupted. “I expect much more from you. I don’t want to report any more misbehavior to Ms. Brendan. She has done so much for you! And if you want her to treat your daughters right you better step up!”

Another serious threat Donna understood. And so unjust! “I am doing my best Ms. Bondain. Please understand, it is all so much. I am exhausted, I haven’t slept good in days. I am following the rules. Julie is just rebellious, she doesn’t like the new me. Please, please Ms. Bondain, please don’t do anything to my daughters!”

“I was just referring to the shopping date with Ms. Brendan Trixy wants so badly. I don’t have a clue what you are referring to.” Ms. Bondain replied “However, you better improve. You have dance lessons today; don’t screw that up. I’ll expect a perfect report from your teacher.”

“Yes Ms. Bondain, I will be at my best.” Donna agreed.

“There, that’s all I wanted to hear, Cutty.” Ms. Bondain said “Talk to you later.”

The line was abruptly cut off and Donna felt her stomach churn. They were somehow unhappy with her and this was a clear threat towards her daughters! Things were only getting worse.

With renewed motivation she cleaned up the smelling room and worked next on her diary. Once finished with her narration of how she loved everything happening to her she continued finishing up the report for her work. She had no time to feel tired. She had to finish all for her daughters' sake.

And on top of it all it seemed her pussy and asshole were on fire. Somehow the whole night of buggering had not helped at all. No, on the contrary, it had made matters worse. Both her holes were on fire, and she needed to scratch herself constantly. She had to see a doctor, had to get something against the terrible itching. 

As she feverishly worked on her reports the bell rang, and she knew her time was up. Her next teacher had arrived.

“I’m coming!” Donna shouted as she quickly closed off everything, hid the dildo with which she had been scratching herself and went downstairs to open the door.    

“My, my, are we stressed out or what?” Her new teacher said with a friendly smile as Donna opened the door.

With a shock Donna recognized who her teacher was: Rebecca Fowler, formerly Brown-Fowler and also known as ‘Red Pussy Cat’!

“How are you doing? Aren’t you going to let me in?” Rebecca said as she kept her friendly smile towards the froozen Donna.

“I’m okay,” Donna stumbled “Sorry, please come in … Rebecca?”

“Call me Red Pussycat, Ms. Red Pussycat” Rebecca said as she stepped inside.

Rebecca was wearing a long thick dark wooly coat, her face was coated with a thick layer of make-up, fake eyebrows, eyes dark with red eye shadow, lots of mascara and an overdose of red rouge on her cheeks. There were red streaks through her hair which was tide backwards into a small ponytail. A collection of long dark red earrings dangled from her ear on to her coat. Underneath her coat she had long high heeled red boots up to her thighs and a skimpy, too small red skirt and red T-shirt. She looked the part of her stage name perfectly, again.

“You’ve changed your looks I see. More blond” Rebecca touched Donna’s hair a bit. “But as I mentioned you look awful. You knew I was coming, right?”

“I’m sorry, it’s been a rough morning. My make-up is probably a mess.”

“Sure is. Let me help you get ready. We have a lot to do this morning.” Rebecca said as she gave Donna her fur coat. “Upstairs?”

“Yes, Ms. Red Pussycat…” Donna replied as she closed the door. She recalled he lap dance, her daughter, and the things she had said. How twisted her life had become. It dawned on her Rebecca might be a victim too…

“Sit down and let me get you beautiful again.” Rebecca said as she positioned Donna in front of the mirror in her own bedroom.

Donna did look like a mess. Her tears and sweat had smeared her eye shadow and mascara. Rebecca proceeded to clean her face and reapply her make-up.

“So tell me, what have you been up to lately?” Rebecca asked as she sat on the lap of Donna, facing her.

“I, I have been exploring my… inner most sexual feelings… That is why you are here… Ms. Red Pussycat.”

It was awkward to call Rebecca like this, especially as she was also forced to add the Ms.

“And you’re doing a great job at that, so I heard.” Rebecca answered “Must be quite a challenge for you.”

“It is… It is…” Donna felt unsecure. She wanted to ask this lady so many things now. Was she a victim? Was she still in the clutches of Ms. Brendan, or was she really the slut she looked like?

A stern look of Rebecca brought her quickly back to reality

“…Ms. Red Pussycat” Donna added quickly.

“You still have a looong way to go.” Rebecca remarked “You are beginning to look the part though, better toned, better hair…”

“Ms. Red Pussycat….” Donna tried

“Yes, dear?” Rebecca asked, as she focused on putting on a thick layer of mascara on Donna’s face.

“How, I mean, …” Donna wondered how to ask the obvious “Are you happy the way you are now?”

Rebecca frowned at her for a moment and then continued her work “What do you mean, Cutty?”

“You… You used to be a normal respectable housewife, and now … you are a … lap dancer”

Rebecca kept on working, now combing Donna’s hair “Go on…”

“I mean, is this you? Are you proud of who you are right now? Dancing naked for all sorts of men, for money. Dressed like a slut day in day out. Where is your pride? What have you done to yourself? And your daughter, you agreed to make her a porn star! How could you fall so low?”

Donna had let it all out, everything she thought of as she looked at Rebecca alias ‘Red Pussycat’. Once she had let her mind speak there was no more turning back.

“I knew you, or at least had seen you before. You were a decent woman. Respectable. You had a... a nice family. Now here you are... totally the opposite. Are you as happy as you pretend to be? You are so proud of being a lap dancer, I don’t understand. Were you unhappy with your old family life?”

An eerie silence fell when Donna finished. Rebecca finished up Donna’s make-up purposely avoiding eye contact. She applied eye-shadow and painted her eye browse without uttering a single word.

“…Ms. Red Pussycat” Donna tried meekly, fearing the worse. But Rebecca didn’t respond at all, she just focused on the makeup of Donna with a cold harsh look on her face.

“Done.,,” Rebecca said finally as she sprayed Donna’s face with a fixative, finishing up the make-up of the now terribly nervous Donna.

“Now as for your judgmental remarks…” Rebecca said as she hopped off Donna’s lap with one leg moving all the way over Donna in one smooth motion showing off her flexibility “…Let’s see what you have been up to lately, shall we?”

“I’m so …” Donna tried, knowing she had done something terribly wrong.

“Hush!” Rebecca commanded and Donna fell silent.

“Now let me get a few things straight here.” Rebecca said as she walked over to the bed and sat down, legs spread.   

“I am in your house, Cutty, because you wanted some lapdance lessons, right?”

“Y-Yes, Ms. Red Pussycat.”

“You will in the coming hours dance naked on a pole to learn how to sexually please future onlookers, right?”

“Yes, Ms. Red Pussycat.”

“Moreover, yesterday you had lessons from a whore on how to be a good whore, isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yes, Ms. Red Pussycat.” Donna did not like where this was heading to.

“So as we speak you not only aspire to be a lap dancer, but also to be a real whore. Selling your body to anybody with enough money. Moreover, you even take lessons to be the best whore you can be?”

“Yes… Ms. Red Pussycat.” Donna bit her lip in shame.

“And you are married with children?”

“Yes…”

“Your husband does not know any of this, as you want to keep it a secret from him? And as we speak your children have been misbehaving, partying like crazy? Your oldest daughter was out cold this morning as you were training your pussy with an automated dildo?”

“How did she know all this?” Donna wondered “She must be in on it too, somehow…”

“You’ve been fucking around, planning to be a fucking slut, the biggest you can be, and yet you ask me how I can ‘lower’ myself to the brave level of a lap dancer?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Ms. Red Pussycat”

“Let’s put this to a test.” Rebecca continued ignoring her pleading “Let’s see what you really are. Let the inner whore come out for a while…”

“I want you to do me as the freaking whore you are, for …” She fumbled in her red bag “… 50 bucks” Rebecca threw the money on the bed. “If I don’t like what I’m getting I’ll make sure they’ll get a report on how badly you are in lap dancing, and the grave consequences of that will be all yours.”

“Remember you fucked up this morning already…”

That threat got to Donna. She knew Rebecca meant her daughters were in danger too.

“Please, no!” Donna begged, ”Please forgive me. I will do you for fifty bucks, please don’t tell them I am misbehaving, Ms. Red Pussycat.”    

“Do a good job, act the part, and no one will know…” Rebecca remarked as she spread her legs a bit more. “And I do mean act the part…”

Donna got up nervously.

“Cutty; no shivering, be a good whore!” Rebecca warned as she saw Donna’s hesitation.

Donna gulped a few times to steady herself, as she walked over to the lady in red.

“Just for the record, I prefer men, so you better be really good!”

Donna knelt down between the large red boots. She forced herself to really pretend she was a slut, a willing whore. She had to be for now, “no time to think of anything else, I am a slut, I am a whore. And this lady is my client…”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Red Pussycat, I’ll be the best cunt licker you ever had.” She said as she collected herself and forced herself into slut mode. She thought of all the sexual escapades she recently had and convinced herself how good it felt to be a total slut. She imagined how a whore would be. She recalled the various filthy lesbian porn movies she had seen, the lessons of her whore teacher. How the women had acted. She had to be like them!

“First the boots…” Rebecca instructed when she saw Donna trying to go straight for her pussy.

Donna followed the order and went down on Rebecca’s right boot licking the still cold latex. She recalled some bondage movie she had seen and copied the actions. She licked and moaned as she worked her way up and down the boot. She looked at Rebecca with a naughty smile to see if she was doing alright. She knew the more she humiliated herself right now, the more she saved herself and her kids.

“The other boot”

And Donna went elegantly down on the other boot. She even shook her ass invitingly. She saw Rebecca look down on her approvingly and she started to feel proud at how good she was acting. Behaving like a complete slut proved much easier than she thought. She even started to finger herself in both her holes. The itching actually made that a necessity, but it fit the part.

As she reached the top of the left boot, she continued licking kissing the warm thighs of her ‘client’. She teased her way up to Rebecca’s short skirt, and went down again on her right thigh. She looked up at Rebecca to see if she still approved of her actions.

A cold degrading stare came back, which encouraged Donna. She was properly degrading herself as Rebecca wanted. And she had not expected Rebecca to be easily turned on. But she would turn her on, she was sure of that!

Donna pulled herself up to reach the top Rebecca was wearing and messaged her breasts.

“Look at me slut.” Rebecca instructed.

Donna immediately looked with a dirty smile into Rebecca's hazelbrown eyes. She continued to message Rebecca’s breasts as she figured out how to remove the top. She decided to lift it and saw a red push up bra lifting Rebecca’s fake large breasts. Her nipples were clear to see and had red rouge on them. Her large piercings were still there. Her nipples actually had really large holes in them, Donna noticed.

With a smile she went down on the two nipples as she continued to feel up the large breasts. She remembered the lapdance she had had with Rebecca and how hot that had been. How she had admired Rebecca’s dancing and her beautiful eyes. Donna's tongue caressed the large areola, the nipples, the piercings. Soon she noticed them getting hard, indicating she had to move on.

“You have beautiful breasts Ms. Red Pussycat” Donna said in her sluttiest voice. “Really lovely”

Rebecca just stared coldly at her, but Donna could tell she was turned on. She worked her way down to the exposed navel with its own piercing. She felt Rebecca’s toned belly and figured she had to be working out daily to get it so nice. She felt a bit jealous as she explored the contours with her tongue. “I just love this belly” she remarked honestly.

Donna had to slip one hand back to her inflamed bottom. The itching became unbearable again, especially now she had touched it again. But now she focused also on making herself come. She was excited herself and knew she had to be to satisfy her client. She heard her vagina make small sopping sounds and felt her juices flowing. How easy she got wet now!

Donna noticed Rebecca started to breath more rapidly, indicating she was getting there too. It was time to go down on her. She slipped down as both her hands massaged Rebecca's 36D breasts. Her nipples were rock hard now, almost as hard as their piercings. Donna pushed her head down over the small skirt which gave no protection at all. She nibbled on the small string making it wet with her saliva. Once wet it gave easy access to the vagina behind it. Donna could smell its scent clearly. Another indication her customer approved her actions.

“Doesn’t like women…” Donna thought to herself as she nibbled and licked the lips slipping outside the flimsy string.

Gently she removed the string. Now Rebecca fully cooperated. Once the wet vagina came into clear view Donna pushed her mouth on it, sucking greedily at the exposed clit.

“Aaaah!!” Rebecca screamed in pure joy.

“I love your smell!” Donna said encouraged by the spontaneous reaction.

She pushed her head even deeper between Rebecca's long legs and let her hands travel all over Rebecca’s upper body. She felt proud of how good she was. She had this woman in the palm of her hand in less than ten minutes!

As she ate away she also feverishly started to rub herself. Soon her own moans were mixing with her client’s.

Rebecca couldn’t hold her cold exposure anymore and grabbed Donna’s head forcing it even more into her wet vagina. Donna’s nose rubbed against Rebecca's clit ring as her tongue explored the depths of Rebecca’s vagina. She moaned loudly into the hole she was almost sucked into. She felt her face being coated with slime and rolled her face around to catch more of it. Rebecca in response wobbled Donna’s head furiously around.

All too soon, Rebecca came as she bucked wildly and squirted female cum all over Donna’s face and shoulders. Though surprised at this sudden outburst Donna remained in character and even swallowed some with her open mouth. All the while smiling invitingly and rubbing her own vagina and asshole with both her hands. She knew that would give Rebecca a perfect view of how low she could go.

Rebecca pushed Donna away as she enjoyed her orgasm's aftermath.

Donna hadn’t come herself, but was content she had done a good job. And even though she was still itching badly she new that she had to stop; her client satisfaction was all that was important. She watched humbly how Rebecca squirmed on her bed.

When Rebecca finally cooled down Donna stood up and collected the money spread out over the bed. She counted it just as she figured a real whore would do and placed it in her night cabinet. She then set next to Rebecca with a big smile.

“Was it worth the money?”

“Yeah…” Rebecca moaned with a smile “You might have a repeat customer here…”

“Thank you.” Donna said proudly.

Rebecca caressed the breasts of Donna a little, and got up.

“Now that we have reestablished the pecking order we can start the lessons.” Rebecca said as she walked to Donna’s dressing table and checked herself in the mirror. “You go and clean yourself while I retouch myself. Then I’ll redo your make-up and we start.” 

“Ok, Ms. Red Pussycat.”

Donna smiled falsely as the insult got to her. As she walked up to her bathroom she saw a glance of her cum covered face and felt humiliated all over again. The things she had to do now were outrages! She has been fucked by a machine for two days now, her daughters were ordering her around and now she had willingly whored herself. She had lost all control of her own life.

Quickly she took a shower again and went back into her own bedroom for her next ordeal. Rebecca was already finished and had taken the liberty of finding her a new outfit.

“Sit down so I can do your make-up” She instructed. “And I have selected a better outfit for your lessons”

It didn’t even bother Donna anymore that Rebecca went through her personal stuff unasked.

Quickly her make-up was done and she switched ‘clothing’. Rebecca had chosen an outfit similar to hers: a tiny blue string, a very short white skirt, a push-up bra and a short t-shirt barely covering her breast. Instead of the long boots of Rebecca she had to wear light blue stocking and her see through high heeled pumps. Donna wondered more who was changing her wardrobe then how indecent she looked.

Her worries were quickly interrupted.

“Let’s go to your special room and start the lessons.” Rebecca ordered as she clapped her hands to get Donna moving. “Up, up, up.”

Tired, itchy and totally lost Donna walked in front of Rebecca to her ‘special room’.