The Routine
"We're here ma'am." The taxi driver said, as he stopped in front of ms Brendan's
house. Donna peeked out of the window to the large mansion. She was nervous for
what was about to happen: her first whole weekend out with ms Brendan.
"Hi dear, you're right on time!" ms Brendan smiled at her as she was carrying a
small suitcase to the big limousine parked in front of her house.
Two other woman were also busy packing, one of them of course being the driver.
"Why so many suitcases?" Donna thought as she got out. As instructed she wore
high heeled open shoes, a short skirt showing of her trained legs, the short
t-shirt ms Brendan had given her which was a little bit too tight, and therefore
showing her nipples a little too much to Donna's liking. Of course she wore no
bra. Her make up was done as she had learned to do at the Spa lately. A little
heavier than she would have done herself, but still acceptable. As earrings she
wore the longest she had. They were a gift from Robert and she had only worn
them on a romantic night out with him a year ago.
"Here you go ma'am." The driver said as he placed her two suitcases next to her
on the side walk. Donna turned and paid the man. The driver accepted the money
giving her a last lusty look, as he had been doing the whole trip. She watched
the taxi drive away with mixed feelings, and then turned. "Time to face the
music." She thought as she sighed.
Ms Brendan's driver walked up to her. "I'll take these." She said as she picked
up the suitcases, and walked with them to the limousine.
Donna slowly walked up to the house. "Should I go through with this, or call it
quits?" She thought "Everything that has been happening lately is so strange, so
weird. I am not a lesbian."
"I would go in and greet ms Brendan" the other lady said as she carried another
set of suitcases out of the house to the car. This got Donna going. "Do not
upset ms Brendan" was rule number one at all times. She had heard numerous
stories of her cruelty, though her own experience didn't go further than the
'accidental' cut in her vagina.
"Actually she has been an improvement in my life." Donna thought as she walked
to the mansion "Without her stern regime the last two months I would not have
hold on to my diet, and certainly not the rough exercises." "Even though I had
to do them in the clothing she wanted."
"And of course the greeting and farewell routine...."
She spotted ms Brendan busy on the phone, as usual, and waited patiently for her
to finish. Ms Brendan smiled at her several times as if to make her feel at
home.
Donna watched herself in the mirror. She saw a strange person looking back at
her. Her mind drifted back over the past eight weeks. How things gradually
changed for her!
She looked at her 'new' body. Compared to two months ago it's a world of
difference. She turned around to admire the person in the mirror, she was proud
of her new trained body.
Donna's mind drifted back over the past eight weeks. It all started with the
heavy exercises. The last weeks she had worked out a minimum of four hours a
day, only resting in the weekends.
The training schedule was set up by ms Brendan herself, but she didn't attend
the exercises usually. That she left to her driver, who was just as merciless as
she was, and a lot less communicative.
The training started the first week with just her shoulders and arms, but as her
cut healed they went down and introduced routines for her belly ass and legs.
"The last eight weeks were exhausting" Donna recalled.
Her new daily routine became like this:
In the morning she bathed and shaved her pussy, then dressed and got Robert and
the kids out of the house. She would then wait for the driver to knock on the
door, and leave the house with her. The limousine would bring her to ms
Brendan's house, where she would enter, strip, and wear what ms Brendan gave
her. Usually just high heeled shoes, but sometimes stockings too. She would kiss
ms Brendan, tell her how she loved her (she was getting better at that), and
then they would proceed to the gym-room. There she would at some time in the
morning be inspected by the doctor. In the mean time the exercises would start.
As mentioned, the first week it was just upper body, as her cut had to heal. But
the next week they moved on to her belly and her legs. The exercises would
exhaust her enormously. Donna was never used to this kind of heavy labor, and ms
Brendan's routines were tough on her.
She got no mercy, up to the afternoon, when she would lunch together with ms
Brendan. At those moments ms Brendan became more like a caring friend. Lunch
itself was great, very luxurious and all fatless. Lots of vegetable dishes, lots
of dishes Donna never knew existed. During lunch ms Brendan and Donna would chit
chat about almost everything, and Donna after a few days looked forward to those
nice moments.
In the afternoon she had to go through the diary with ms Brendan. She quickly
understood what she expected her to write down in it. It had to be a positive
look at her situation, always highlighting the happy moments, the advantages of
for instance the exercises, how great the lunches were. Never was she allowed to
be negative, or voice her concerns about the situation. If ms Brendan did not
approve, the page had to be rewritten immediately, and the original was taken
out and destroyed.
After that she was released (usually the diary check took just a mere fifteen
minutes), thus she had to kiss ms Brendan again, and was given clothing to wear,
and was brought home by the female driver. The clothing she got was always very
revealing and slutty, totally out of character for Donna. Also, after a week of
losing her normal cloths she decided to just wear whatever ms Brendan had given
her before, that way at least her own clothing would not be lost completely.
When home however she immediately changed into something normal. She had no real
excuse anymore for her daughters if they saw her coming in dressed as a slut.
Donna just decided to ignore their stairs, and go up and change. She always was
dead tired too, so just finished up the daily chores without saying much, after
which she took a very necessary short nap, up to the time Robert came home, at
which time she would start to prepare diner. After diner she would clean up, do
the dishes and so on, and then usually would go straight to bed again, leaving
her daughters and husband alone. The next morning the whole routine started over
again.
Weekends she was free from ms Brendan. She used that time to enjoy a normal
family life, bringing her daughters to their sports events, or music lessons,
and go shopping with her husband.
"We are ready ms Brendan" the driver said. She was standing next do Donna in the
hall.
"Good, I'll be there in a sec" ms Brendan answered and continued her phone call.
Donna looked at the female driver next to her.
"Her driver " Donna thought "That is another weird person in ms Brendan's
world."
The driver always wore a driver outfit, which would not be such a problem if it
did not have certain kinky features, which you would only notice if you looked
carefully. But Donna was sure that driver was one of the reasons people would
gossip about ms Brendan sexual nature.
The driver was young, maybe in her early twenties, and tiny. She came about
shoulder height of Donna, so Donna figured she was about 5 feet tall, a little
more maybe, but it was difficult to say, as both were wearing heels. She had a
very nice slim figure, with large breasts, especially for her small size. Donna
wondered if they were real, but she never had asked. Her skin color was a nice
golden brown tint. It perfectly matched her dark golden blond hair. Her hair she
always wore in a pony tail, Donna figured that it had to do with the fact that
she always wore a driver's cap.
Her outfit was what made it all a little bizarre. First the extremely black high
heeled open shoes she always wore, if she would wear any higher heels her toes
wouldn't touch the ground. Her legs were always clad in black stockings, with
garters holding them up. The stockings where up to halfway her thighs, but due
to her very short mini skirt you still saw a piece of skin between the stockings
and the skirt. Also due to this you could clearly see the garters.
She didn't wear any underwear, as Donna had noticed when she helped her with her
weights. And her pussy was not only shaven, but Donna saw a piece of silver or
gold glimmering too, so she probably had a piercing there too. Her short black
skirts always had a small leather belt, and barely covered her garter belt. She
always wore a tight black blazer with a v-cut in front exposing a large part of
her breasts. If she would make any sudden moves her nipples would pop out. On
her left breast she had a tattoo, a heart with a subscription "Forever ms ..."
of which Donna could only read the first part, but she was sure it fully would
read "Forever ms Brendan's". Probably the driver was one of ms Brendan's
girlfriends too, or had been. She never saw them kiss.
Her neck always had a small collar. It would have been a nice fashion thing if
it wasn't from leather, with small silver buttons, which made it look kinky. Her
face finally was always made up in a golden shiny way, pink lipstick, her eye
shadow a dark shade of her golden brown skin color, and the perfume she put on
had that silver glitter in it, so her face, as well as the top of her body was
always a little glimmering. In her ears she had several holes, and she wore big
large hooped earrings, usually more than one in each ear.
She finished it all with the hair straight back in a small pony tail, a driver's
cap, and sunglasses, dark sunglasses.
As for speaking she limited that to the bare necessary. She and Donna never
really talked, and during the exercises where she usually was the trainer, she
kept it to the simple instructions, never really showing a smile or other
friendly gesture.
Donna gazed back into the mirror. After criticizing the driver for the way she
looked she felt embarrassed to see herself. Not only because of the clothing she
was told to wear today. The last two weeks ms Brendan had taken her in the
afternoon to a spa, where she was treated with a complete make over. "Your new
body needs a new look" ms Brendan had said. Donna had been too late to object,
as her hair was already cut short into a bob before she knew it, and she
reluctantly let them continue with the make over. Her brunette hair was treated
so it was a lot more curly, and a little lighter than it was. Her whole body was
waxed, including her vagina, so she was pretty much without hair except on her
head, and her eyebrows, though even those where shaven into a new shape.
Her skin was tanned of course, lighter than the driver's skin color, but still
darker than she used to be, and darker than for the time of year would be
normal.
Her body was oiled, her nails cleaned, cut, and polished, her skin got several
cleaning treatments... She had spent more time at the spa than she had her whole
life before!
"But it looks good" she had to admit "Apart from the slutty image the clothing
and make up caused."
At the spa Donna had gotten specific instructions on how to best make up her
face with the new hair style and skin color. Donna did not approve of the taste
of the ladies at the spa, yet as it was within the boundaries she found
acceptable she did not complain, and learned to apply the make up herself.
The time at the spa meant even less time with her family. She practically slept
only at home the last two weeks. Ms Brendan had foreseen this and at a certain
afternoon three weeks ago had come to her house to talk with the daughters.
"She was very good at convincing them" Donna recalled "I would have never gotten
them to do all those chores in the house". Ms Brendan had explained them it was
only temporarily, and after she had thrown in some additional spending money,
they were won over.
Robert had gotten the job, and was working late every day, so he didn't notice
that much. Apart from the fact that he could not have sex with her for two
months, and one weekend he had approached her with respect to some rumors he had
heard.
"What's with this new girlfriend of yours" Robert had asked her four weeks ago
"She seems to have a lot of influence on you."
They were sitting close to the sports field where their youngest daughter was
having her practice. They just had some drinks with some other parents, and now
finally had some time alone. Donna had sensed Robert was eager to ask her
something, and the question itself came as no surprise, she was not allowed to
have sex with him because she cut herself, she was constantly dead tired from
the heavy training she received so slept a lot, and they therefore hadn't really
spoken the last two weeks.
"Ah, nothing, she is a very interesting person, and helps me out with my new
diet"
"What is her name?"
"Ms Brendan" Donna had replied
"I do not even know her first name" she had thought at the moment
"Ms Brendan....ms Heather Brendan?" Robert had asked.
"Well...." She had replied unsure.
"An older lady, brown hair, fair complexion, big breasts, skinny, and extremely
wealthy, lives in the Broneo district in a huge mansion"
"That's her" Donna had thought "So her first name is Heather.."
"Yes dear, that's her" she had replied "You know her?"
"Everybody does, darling" he looked at her "She just happens to be one of the
shareholders of my company... one of the biggest"
"Oh.." Donna had replied, she had known from the way Robert had looked at her
there was more to come.
"Yes, and people whisper she is even one of the most powerful people of this
city. She has connections everywhere, and has invested in almost all big
companies around here."
"Donna" he had taken her hand lovingly "I can't tell you who you befriend, but
be careful with this one."
"She can decide our future you know, she decides if I keep my job right now as
we speak. I told you I was fighting for my position. This friend of yours can
have a big, really big say in this."
"I didn't know " Donna had lied
"No, it's no problem, yet. I just wished you had befriended her a little later.
I do not like to be in the spotlight like this. She is known to be ruthless, if
you piss her off, it might have big, very big consequences for us. Rumors are
she has a freaky personal life style, they whisper she is lesbian, as she never
got married. So all this really worries me."
"Don't worry dear, nothing special is happening, we just click." Donna had tried
to reassure her husband "It's mostly the diet with the exercise that is keeping
me occupied, not ms Brendan itself"
"I don't think you are lesbian or something like that darling" he had replied
"She is just dangerous, everybody says so. And I wanted you to know that."
"I'll be careful" she had smiled at Robert, stroking his hand.
"God what am I up against!" she had thought frightened however "Even Robert now
says she is so dangerous..."
Ms Brendan finally hung up the phone. She walked up to Donna and said "Let's
go."
Donna embraced her and the two of them exchanged a deep passionate french kiss,
with their tongues exploring each other's mouth. "I love you ms Brendan" Donna
said when they finally stopped. Her nipples were now clearly showing as ms
Brendan had felt them up.
"You look great" ms Brendan assured her as she took her by the arm. They walked
arm in arm out of the house "I am so excited, aren't you Cutty?" she said.
"Yes ms Brendan" and actually she was. Or better said, she was nervous like
hell. A whole weekend alone with ms Brendan, a lesbian! She was sure this
weekend they would do more than just kiss hello and goodbye.
"This way ma'am" the driver said as she guided the two of them to the
limousine. She opened the door for them and they entered.
The door shut, and Donna felt as if her fate was sealed by it.
"Don't be so nervous Cutty" ms Brendan said as she fondled her right hand
through Donna's hair, slowly caressing the back of her neck. "You will enjoy it,
just go along and everything will be fine." "Give me another kiss" and they
started making out fir the first time right there in the back of the limousine.
Donna didn't even notice when they left. As she was overwhelmed with conflicting
feelings "Weeks of no sex must have had a bigger influence on me than I
thought.."
